Realistic or Modern Patient Zero (A Zombie Survival RP)

[Rumble Fish]

Collette "Colt" Stanhope
Colt froze in anger at Marcus turning to Owen to ask what to do. Why!? She was seriously beginning to lose her patience with this. Owen clearly knew his way around this town, that was evident. Her initial anger at the man had been abolished by that example of his skills. But, she was still in charge here, so why did he ask Owen!? None of this was making any sense to the war vet. But before she could chastise Marcus, Ivan spoke up.

Colt turned to see him hurling a glass bottle, which smashed loudly on the roof of a car. It appeared to get the attention of the Things as they turned and shuffled towards it. The woman slowly looked to the younger man, he seemed proud of himself judging by his smug grin. A grin Colt wanted to rip right off of that face.

“You fuckin' dummy!” She snarled, walking up to the man despite her aching leg, “What did I say?! No! Bottles! You might just have alerted every Hazmat and Thing to our exact location!” She snarled at him, her voice low, quiet and dangerous. In such a quiet place, a bottle smashing was akin to a bomb blast! Anything hiding would have heard that and would come out to investigate, and they were not going to be friendly!

She turned to look at both Ivan and Marcus.
“You. And you. In there, now!” She pointed at the door of the shop. After addressing them, she walked to Owen.

“They’ll come back.” She spoke lowly, pointing to the two Things, “Kill them, then get inside with the other two. Start searching. I'll stand watch out here.” She instructed the taller redhead with a look of both an expectation to be obeyed, but also of exhaustion. The potential of an attack now was greater than ever. And she wanted to avoid it at all cost. At this moment, she had to trust Owen to know what to do.​

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Interacting: Rumble Fish Maj King Vioogra

Mentioned: Mackenzie wise

Located: Dad's Hunting Shop "Hunting Howard's"

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[div class="Line"] [div class="Icon"] Actions[/div] Marcus nodded at Colt ignoring the fact that the Russian could be getting them killed right now for throwing a loud glass bottle increasing if finding something a bit quieter but whatever Marcus did suggest throwing something else so he couldn't complain too much, to be honest, grabbing the supplies from inside the store was their priority now and it needed to be done quickly. The 19-year-old struggled to get the key from his pocket but managed to bring it out as he rushed to the storefront. He unlocked the door and walked in, it was silent like it usually was in the mornings but now he is here in different circumstances. The others began following closely behind him one after the other, Marcus went to turn the store lights on for the inside and when he did so he noticed someone in the store...he never left anyone here when he closed up...so maybe they broke in? Marcus noticed Owen attempting to check and see if this was a human or zombie but from Marcus's angle, it seemed clear enough that whoever they were, they were indeed alive. He signaled to Owen that it wasn't a zombie but doing the cut throat gesture and shaking his head as if to say ‘Not undead’ he just hoped he got the message.

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[Maj]

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Sometimes the russian threw bottles with fire in them, sometimes he just threw bottles. Owen watched as Colt seemed to be losing her temper at the group and sighed. It was hard enough working with a group you knew almost nothing about, it was even more hard to try to mesh a bunch of personalities together that obviously clashed. He could tell that the woman was feeling undermined so he didn’t hesitate to follow through with her orders.

“You got it boss lady!” Owen saluted her to the best of his ability and shot her a playful wink. He turned his attention to the zombies that Ivan had just distracted. If nothing else, it did make them easier to sneak up on. The redhead rushed the first, the bat already swinging back past his shoulder. He could feel the wind come off the metal bat as it swung horizontally in near perfect form.

A skull was a much larger target than a baseball. It didn’t give the satisfying crack that he was used to getting but rather the skulls sort of smashed underneath it, softer and more squishy than one would anticipate a head to be. The metallic ringing of the bat hitting its target sounded and the creature was felled, falling to the pavement with a sickening splat.

It’s companion turned, a groan sounding from deep within it’s vocal chords. Owen heard the swooping noise of the wind being cut by the bat as he drew back, and another tink of the bat striking true. He noticed during the middle school massacre that shots to the body didn’t even phase these monsters. Only strikes to the head. For Owen, that meant he could take them down in one swing, which was better than the alternative. If he wasn’t able to use a gun, at least he felt like he could hold his own against the undead.

The other zombies seemed far enough off that he wouldn’t have to worry about them for the time being, but they still shouldn’t dawdle at the shop. They needed to get what they needed, get out, and get on the road. He knew that Colt still wanted to stop by her apartment and Leliana had mentioned stopping by Moes as well.

Owen walked up to the door where Colt was waiting outside for him. He tossed her a nonchalant smile and nodded for the door.

“We should hurry. Ladies first,” and waited for her to go inside before following after. Once inside, he noticed someone standing off in the distance. A mop of ginger hair was visible despite the darkness of the store. Owen approached the form slowly, trying to distinguish if he was alive or dead.

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[Rumble Fish]

Collette "Colt" Stanhope
Once Owen had taken care of the Things, Colt instantly felt more relieved that the immediate threat had been taken care of. But her nerves were still frazzled. She gave Owen a respectable nod as she went inside the shop. She was impressed with the precision he had struck those Things with. If he could achieve that level of accuracy with a bat, he’d be capable of effectively using a gun, after being taught of course.

“Good. Keep a watch in case any more come sniffing around.” She told him as she began to search around the shop. As she did, she took out her flask with a defeated sigh and took a swig from it. She needed something to settle her nerves. Once she had taken one, she took another for good measure. The phantom pain was persisting in her left leg. She had been on her foot for ages and she needed a moment to catch her breath and collect her thoughts.

Finding a chair, Colt groaned as she sat down heavily. Hissing from the pain, she rubbed her upper thigh, the only remaining part of her left leg. It didn't help. She needed her medication or it would get to the point where she would struggle to walk. All she could do was drink from her flask, hoping the alcohol would dull the pain or make her less aware of it. The cold whiskey hit her empty stomach like a punch. But she just wanted the pain to stop.

She hated being this angry. Why couldn't she keep a straight head? For all she knew, she had made an ass of herself in front of these men. But she had to focus.

She was about to stand up when she saw Owen staring intensely out of the window. Moving next to him, she spotted what he was looking at. There was another person, with blonde hair. Were they dead? She looked to Owen as she tried to think of something.

“Hm. I'll check it out. If it's a man, he might be armed.” She gingerly put down the M16 on the chair, taking out her Glock, “Even Babe Ruth wouldn't be a match for a bullet.” She added as she cocked it. Without waiting for a response, she went outside. Keeping herself low, she pointed the Glock at the man. She had the upper hand with her gun already drawn, if he reached for a weapon, it would still be too slow. She crouched behind some trashcans, waiting for the right moment to approach him. That and Colt was trying to calm herself down with the fear of having to shoot him. The thought of having to shoot another man was too much, this was not like the Hazzies. This man might be unarmed.

As she thought, Colt suddenly gelt a tight and constricting pain in her abdomen. The woman growled lowly and dropped behind the bins, one arm wrapped around her stomach as it rumbled painfully. 'stopitstopitstopit-' she chanted in her thoughts. If she was going to do this, she could not show any kind of weakness. Not in front of Marcus, Ivan and Owen, and not in front of this stranger. Once it finally passed, Colt jumped to her feet (foot?) and pointed the Glock.

"Hands up!" she growled, still keeping her tone low as to not alert anything else around them, "Turn around and keep 'em where I can see 'em!"
Maj Soma Schicksal King Vioogra Mackenzie wise​

 

[Mackenzie wise]

Aurora was nothing but trouble for Mackenzie when he was a kid everyone and everything had it out for him. That’s what he felt about Aurora, until now because everyone and everything really does have it out for him due to this virus. The man wanted his flame for living back but not like this! Mackenzie after the virus spread like wild fire moved place to place never staying in one place for too long. always on the move trying to survive and search for survivors. first stop that day was a food store and that place was as dry as a bone someone cleaned that place out, as a result the fighter just ate nothing that day so far which didn’t bother him too bad he often went long periods of time without food to exercise before. his body has adjusted to it, The hardare store is his second and final stop today for the scavengers supply run.

As Mackenzie approaches the hardware he will continue until the man enters the building. he is greeted with the smell of wood and power tools. The survivor begins to rummage through cabinets and desks he looks for anything that he could use that is portable and useful. Even though it’s dark due to the power being off he can see fairly well up close.​

Mackenzie searching through the stores shelving for a blow torch in case he needs on his travels then will faintly hear the woman telling him to freeze and do so and turn around. To see another person, This scares yet at the same time overjoys Mackenzie.

The fighter has not seen any living person almost since the virus started to spread. Many fell to this due to negligence, ignorance and many other reasons all of which Mackenzie did his best to avoid, and succeeded at the cost of the comfort of having company. This was a all to familiar feeling for Mackenzie going to the top of fighting came at the same cost. He did nothing but what he knew or thought would keep him alive the longest but because no one else had that same sense Mackenzie was all alone at the top, again. Until now with actual living, breathing and thinking people in front of him Mackenzie almost could not believe it, if only they weren’t holding a gun it would be perfect.

“Hello, I mean no harm just scavenging over here. Were you the ones who broke that bottle?” The young man said raising his hands in the air to his head seeing the woman’s gun and not wanting them to get the wrong idea. The lone fighter doesn’t want to see like a raider or psycho from a zombie movie the main characters usually meet. “My names Mackenzie, Mackenzie Phillips it is a pleasure to meet you mrs?” Mr Phillips says looking at Her keeping his hands in the air. “Why’s she being so quiet... wait probably zombies oh yea” he will think to himself not smart enough to piece together there are more people.

 

[King Vioogra]

Ivan turned away from Colt when she told him and Marcus to go into the store. What was with this girl? She expected blind loyalty from people she met literally yesterday. He didn’t know about the others, but Ivan knew he could only follow someone he respected, and seeing how Colt had so easily forgotten he’d just finished scouting this area out and that there were absolutely no hazmats at all and no infected for a few blocks, there wasn’t much respect to be held at the moment. As he entered the store, followed quickly by Colt and Owen, he saw the ginger boy and was preparing to say something when Colt beat him to it and practically shoved a gun in his face.


“Подружитесь, куда бы мы ни пошли, да?” (Make friends wherever we go, yes?)


Ivan said practically in a whisper as he started rummaging through the shelves of the hardware store looking for the essentials. Or at least as much as you could find essentials wise in a hardware store.They’d definitely have to come back at a later time with a vehicle if they wanted anything truly useful. Ivan sighed quietly as he continued to quietly rummage through the shelves, pushing aside boxes of nails, maybe hoping to find one of those electric nail guns to use as a weapon if he needed it. No luck on the nail gun, but Ivan was lucky enough to find a mallet hanging with a large amount of other mallets.He quickly grabbed one with a rubber handle so whacking infected wouldn’t shake his hand as badly.


“Better than wearing down my knife I guess.”


He said quietly as he slipped the mallet into his belt to where it was hanging snugly by his thigh. After putting the mallet away, Ivan grabbed 2 or 3 cases of framing nails and stuffed them into the pockets of his borrowed jacket before looking up from the shelf and cracking his neck again and looking over at their new arrival and the rest of the group.​

 

[Liezarria]

The Mad Queen AgWordSmith Rumble Fish

Rouge
"emotions"-> shut off

Rouge stayed silent opting to simply tilt her head and ….observe the girl. She had already exhausted all her ideas on how to “help” the situation so she was practically useless now on this problem. If the girl wanted to find her mother wouldn’t it be better if she sorted herself out first? That aside, something about this girl seemed off yet Rouge couldn't see the problem with her. Quickly losing interest in the situation she resorted to simply petting the dog with her good arm. Let the others sort out the girl.


Maybe she could find something else of use to do.


After a couple of moments of thinking, she thought that patrol would be helpful in a way. If she didn't see any zombies at least the patrol might have some supplies pop up. Coming with the conclusion Rouge moved the dog off herself and stood up. She’ll probably get the table leg back from the fire-haired boy…….


Her eyes glanced at the bathroom. Maybe she'll find clean clothes and a workable shower in another room.


With that in mind, Rouge started to sort herself ready before heading off. Before she left she addressed Jenna.


“I’ll let you handle the girl. Going to check the area, make sure there are no zombies around and maybe gather supplies.” she murmured before looking at the male companion(luka) and nodding before getting the table leg.

 

[Maj]

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Colt quickly was able to answer the question that he had been asking himself as he neared the ginger looking male in front of them. In the debate of dead vs undead it became glaringly apparent that he was among the living. As he introduced himself, Owen couldn’t help but think he recognized the name from somewhere. He didn’t seem to have any malicious intentions toward the group, but Owen knew better than to trust someone without reason.

“We didn’t come here to threaten you, although I can assume you understand the hesitation with everything going on.” He spoke firmly, all hint of his jolly nature void from his voice and face. Smiles were reserved for friends and weren’t to be wasted on strangers.

“Don't I know you from somewhere? Are you alone?” he asked. The last thing he wanted was to be ambushed by a group of people who wished him and the others harm. They were here to get supplies, get out, and get back to the lodge, and back to Andy. Still, if he was alone what did that say about him? Someone who was able to survive all the blood shed must have been more resourceful than he let on.

Owen leaned in toward Colt, the smell of Whiskey still on her person despite the night that had passed. He didn’t mind, drunk or not he was glad to have someone else with him that he trusted to make sound decisions. His lips were close to her ear as he spoke, the message for her and her only.

“He seems harmless, but I’m not stupid enough to put our lives at risk on a hunch. It’s ultimately your call on what to do.” He pulled away, keeping his eyes on the male as he made his way around the shop, gathering supplies he thought to be useful.

He didn’t know much about the goods in the shop, but he made sure to grab things he knew to be useful. Batteries, rope, there were even a few first aid kits that might prove useful for Leliana. He shoved stuff in his bag, leaving room for the other stops they were to make. His eyes settled on the archery gear, and he made sure to grab a few things for Andy. She was going to need something faster than her bow.

It took some rearranging, but he was able to fit the hand crossbow into his backpack along with the other supplies. There weren’t many bolts for it, but it may prove to be useful to his sister. He couldn’t protect her all the time, and needed to make sure there was some assurance for when he couldn’t.
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[BloodThunder27]

Shinoa Bradford
Age: 17
Location: Moe's “Don't Tell” Motel
Interactions: The Mad Queen

Pregnancy Progression: 39 Weeks, 1 Day

Countdown to Childbirth

Time to Move When Dr. Fisher said that she would be a great mother, Shinoa greatly appreciated the sentiment. How own mother didn't think so. Her Father was very supportive and so was her missing grandmother. But for a total stranger that she had just met to say it, gave Shinoa hope. Not very many people had faith in a teen mom. However, before even thinking about how great of a Mother she would, Shinoa had to make it out of the city alive, live long enough to give birth and survive through childbirth process. From what she knew, the United States has the highest infant mortality rate and maternal mortality rate in the developed world. The thought of it was terrifying to her. Thankfully, to lessen the chance, her Grandmother and Father had worked very hard to ensure that she got the best prenatal care available. Not to mention they took as much stress off of her shoulders as possible...prior to the zombie outbreak that she was currently in the midst of. Another thing that she had to ensure was not getting bitten by those things. And the thought of becoming one of them in her current condition...left her cringing. "Oh, my name is Shinoa. Shinoa Bradford." She introduced herself. "And its alright, you had a long night and we're in a rather stressful situation, so I understand."

Slowly, she got up and out of bed, stretching her back and her arms before taking a deep breath. One of the bigger downsides to the final stages of pregnancy was the fact that she found it hard to breathe as the baby's growth was smothering her internal organs. Waddling over to the table to grab her purse, she looked back at the doctor. "Well, I've rested long enough. I feel like if we stay too long, those soldiers will find us. We should get moving, maybe hotwire a car and find a way out of the city. But before we do that...can we stop a Maternity Clothing Store? I need to change out of this dress and pick up some clothes for...wherever we end up going. Unless, you want to take a shot at my Apartment. Its closer towards the suburbs." She then turned towards the Doctor, giving him a pleading look.

 

[Brax]

It had been quite some time since Luca had taken his seat outside. Along with the sore pain provided by the hardwood floor of the deck, the man’s feelings of dissatisfaction were furthered once his stomach began growling. There had been food previously in the kitchen, though the cook had been flooded with the entire house’s current population flocking to eat. With the smoke clear and a majority of people now out of the kitchen, the Italian came to the conclusion that it was about time he take his momentary leave and try to grab a waffle, at the very least. He strapped his gun around his back and walked into the house without much thought, walking past the occupied living room and moseying on into the kitchen.
A brief scan of the kitchen found that there had been exactly one waffle left. Luca looked at the leavened batter, a unique pattern etched into the surface of its golden flakey outside. It could have only been left by the iron itself, which was probably just as old as the damn coffee machine was. Luca picked up the waffle, getting a bit of powdered sugar on the tips of his index, middle and thumb fingers in the process. It was wobbly, unable to stay upright on its own. There were various types of waffles. How each one came out was almost instinctively dependent on the batter that was used. In this case, it was a cheap supermarket item, more than likely cheap in price considering the condition of the breakfast food after only a few hours. He brought the waffle up to his mouth and took a bite, his stomach instantly thanking him in the process by shutting the hell up. On the flip-side of that, the waffle hadn’t been the best tasting meal Luca could remember.
To Luca, egg waffles were the best tasting. This was closely followed by Strumwaffles, Gofri, and of course Pizzelles. If a regular Eggo waffle was the standard for Andy and Owen’s family, he felt bad for them. There was nothing quite like having a caramel and chocolate Pizelle, but Luca hadn’t eaten one of those since he had been in Italy close to a decade previously. Deciding that this would have to do, the man stuck around to make one last cup of coffee before walking out of the kitchen. He stopped just short of the living room, to see Leli working with the leftover medical supplies. He approached her with a waffle hanging out of his mouth.
“Hey.” The man spoke, muffled, as he lifted a hand to remove whatever portion of the waffle hadn’t been chewed up yet. “I wanted to thank you for taking care of me yesterday. It doesn’t come natural, nor do I normally let strangers see me like that. I appreciate you handling me like a professional.” Immediately after saying what he had to, the man shoved a portion of the waffle back into his mouth with a small smile. She was all right with him, as far as he could tell Leliana had a weird obsession with helping others. However, any doctor or nurse he had ever met maintained the very same ideals.
Luca lifted two fingers up in a ‘peace sign’ into the air as he turned and walked back outside, not waiting for the girl to give him a response. It was only a matter of time before Luca had to say something to her about it, as she had witnessed him at his most vulnerable - especially in comparison to everyone else. Luca took another bite of the golden blandness that was his waffle as moved back to that spot on the porch, leaning against the house. He moved his gun so that it was hanging over the front of his torso before he slid back down onto the hardwood floor, taking one last bite of the batter and sugar mixture before finally tossing it away from his face in disgust.
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[Rumble Fish]

Colt had seen Ivan’s expression as he walked past her into the shop but she just did not have the willpower to rise up against it. He obviously didn’t do a bang-up job scouting if he managed to miss this one man wandering around. What if he had been a Hazzie who turned around to fill them all with holes?! And he was in the military? If he acted like this in the Marines, they’d throw him overboard. Nevertheless, she was here, gun aimed at this honey-blonde man. He was armed with some strange scissor contraption on his hand but no gun. With the knowledge of a lack of a firearm, Colt lowered her Glock but kept a tight hold of it.

“’Pologies for that. Can’t be too reckless.” She said in her usual stoic tone. She relaxed her posture but still stayed square-shouldered and facing straight on. She looked to Owen as he also approached. She was relieved. It settled the war-vet’s nerves having him there. At this point in time, he was the only one Colt felt that she could actually have faith in. Marcus, he was okay but he seemed a bit disconnected from the others and Ivan missed this huge guy wandering around the place after apparently scouting the area out. At the question of who threw the bottle, Colt could have screamed. So yes, someone did hear it. And if he heard it, then anything and everything surrounding them in any other house and shop had too! But, despite her rising anger Colt inhaled and exhaled heavily, regaining her bearings. Right now all she wanted to do was curl up in a corner with her whiskey.

“We did, yes.” She answered bluntly, as he then went on to introduce himself with his name, Mackenzie Philips, an interesting name. Collette darted her eyes a little, taken aback by his lack of fear. He did not even seem to flinch when she appeared with the Glock. She was unsure as to how to feel about this. Maybe he was just stoic. Colt had been taught to keep a straight face in all situations. Something she had been desperately trying and failing to do here. Then again, at least back then the Marines in her troop knew what was up. Not wanting to think any further back, she shook her head a little.

“Colt. And this is Owen.” She looked to the read-head, “There are two others in there.” She then glanced at Owen as he approached her and whispered into her ear, telling her that it was ultimately her choice if she wanted to bring him into the group. He seemed safe and stable. But she was still seriously unsure. As she thought, the woman felt a wave of pain in her stomach, making her squeeze her eyes shut. She had to ignore her instant to put her arm around it as it growled; it would only draw more attention. Her mouth tasted pale but she tried to ignore it. Once it passed, she took that moment to retreat. There had to be some kind of relief.

“Take him in, but watch him like a hawk.” She told him as she went back inside, to see Marcus and Ivan still inside, looking around.

“Bringing him in; he looks safe but be on your guard.” She said to them before stopping to glare at Ivan, “He heard the bottle.” She added before beginning to look through the store herself. As she looked, (taking in more whiskey as she went) she noticed something that caught her eye. Reaching into a drawer, she brought out a Colt Single Action Army revolver. She took a good long look at it. These beauties were used in the Indian Wars, as far back as the seventeenth century. Running her finger down it, she studied the metal. It was shiny, sleek and well maintained. Did it still fire? She flicked the chamber open, checking for bullets. It was not loaded, but she spotted a box of ammo next to it. Closing the chamber, she pressed the trigger several times. She had watched others shoot them before. It had a harsh recoil that required a firm and steady hand. She had only shot one of these works of art once in her life, her father's. He was as protective of his firearms as she was.

Desperate to not become emotional over the memories of her father, she admired the craftsmanship. A navy barrel and chamber with a glossy finish, like looking into a puddle of petrol. Holding it up, she looked at its sheen.

“I don't think it's nice, you laughin'. You see, my mule don't like people laughing. He gets the crazy idea you're laughin' at him. Now if you apologize, like I know you're going to, I might convince him that you really didn't mean it.” She growled too low for people to hear. How could she not? It was a brief moment of calm in this chaotic world she now lived in.
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[Mackenzie wise]

“It’s ok I know, I’m alone. You might recognize my face or name because I’m a new professional Fighter.” Mackenzie says with a understanding and calm tone. not a hint of fear could be found in his voice, he figures if they meant him any ill will They would have done it already. especially the girl with the gun, she had a prime opportunity to kill him and didn't. They don’t seem to be a hostile group at all except that one guy. But overall, they seem to be more like a close knit family. looking out for one another. However wrong Mackenzie was he sees it that way.

when Colt closes her eyes and pauses Mackenzie knows it is abdominal pain. In some of his matches he had ruptured organs, which caused him large amounts of pain at random and inopertune times. He feels empathy toward her but she retreated before he could say anything. He is a bit grieved he couldn’t help her but will wait for the next opportunity. Mackenzie sighs when she leaves and lowers her hands then turns to Owen. “Hello it’s a pleasure to meet you Owen.” he says extending his hand, not expecting him to shake it or return his greeting. He gives the intimidating man the benefit of the doubt though.

After Owen reacts to the fighters greeting Mackenzie will look for some painkillers. He will find none, but he finds a blow torch on the ground next to a shelf, while he was walking towards the other two Colt mentioned earlier. He picks it up. Might as well get acquainted now rather than later, when it would just be awkward and harder. Mackenzie is a straight very forward, objective minded man.

“Hello you two must be the two Colt mentioned, hello I’m Mackenzie it’s a pleasure to meet you both. I will be tagging along.” Mackenzie says with a calm and relaxed demeanor extending his hand to each of them. On further observation Mackenzie can not pick up what they are, if they are military or not.

(If they are not together he goes up to them separately)

 

[King Vioogra]

Ivan continued shuffling through the shelves of the store, grabbing things that would be essential for their survival. Moving between shelves he saw one of those coolers that had sodas and other drinks in it that stores would have near the registers. Grabbing a small bag from a nearby shelf, Ivan started shovelling drinks into it. It wasn’t an especially large bag, but anything was better than the noisy plastic shopping bags. He was peacefully minding his own business until Colt mentioned that the new arrival had heard the bottle.


“Of course he did, that’s the beauty of proximity. When there are actually things in the area to hear something, they’ll hear it.”


Ivan said, not even looking away from his search until he glanced over at her and witnessed her drinking again. A small scoff escaped him as he moved to a shelf with more power tools on it. Here it was, a battery powered nail gun that fired default nails. He continued looking around for useful things when he came across a bunch of batteries of varying sizes. With a short chuckle, he started sifting through them, looking for the ones that match the gun he now held. Each was either too big or too small, until he gave up partially. Ivan sighed to himself quietly as he looked around and saw Marcus.


“Hey kid! Where are the batteries for this beauty?”


He whispered, shaking the gun lightly in his hand to emphasize that’s what he was looking for.

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[Oslonaut]

S A R A H​

The Great Escape: Outdoors & Hunt

Wednesday, October 17th, 2018

From even the greatest of horrors, irony is seldom absent. H.P. Lovecraft

Sarah felt like she was maybe being a little… brusque. The girl was only trying to keep close to her for her own safety and comfort. Sarah didn’t have to completely understand how she was feeling to know that it was a shitty time in her life and she was vulnerable after seeing her father being shot down. Her mother was good at these things-- comforting people and building them back up. Sarah was the complete opposite and she’d never deny it. She could almost hear her mother chastising her for it, judging her every eye-roll and overall dismissive attitude.

After Alex had said she’d check her arm later, a deep silence had filled the void as Sarah kept herself to her own thoughts. But, eventually, she relented and spoke up. “Thanks. I think I’ll live.” She added, hoping she wasn’t coming off like an asshole again considering she sincerely thought so. Well… at least she thought she’d survive the injury, anyway. The military and the cannibalistic lunatics roaming around were another thing to worry about altogether.

Before long, they reached the edge of the forested area and could spot the two-story outlet through the trees. Its large sign was a thick log with a wood carving that read: THE GREAT ESCAPE. The store itself was massive and the only big business in the small neighborhood to its east. To its west, the road went deeper and deeper into Aurora’s wilderness preserve and, eventually, its border. It had clearly been meant to be a final stop for equipment and hunting gear before venturing out. It wasn’t the gun store in Aurora or the police department or any other shady underground vendor that may or may not exist in the town. But it had everything Sarah thought they needed to reliably live off the streets for a little while and hide from the military. More importantly, it had ammo for her gun-- ammo she knew she’d need.

At a first glance (from the other side of the road and in the bushes), the place looked clear. There were no dead bodies or military jeeps or bullet holes in the walls. The windows all looked boarded up on the ground floor, but the ones on the second floor weren’t. Sarah had supposed the double-doors that served as an entrance were boarded up, too… until, suddenly, one of them swung open and a young brunette with green eyes cautiously peeked out.

Sarah immediately turned to Alex to make sure she saw what she was seeing, too, before witnessing a small group of people sneakily emerge from the side of the building and enter at the bidding of the female: a young man, a black-haired female, and two elderly folks. They’d looked like they’d been through some shit. She had to wonder if they’d come from that quarantine the military had set up yesterday. How they had managed to walk from there to here, Sarah didn’t know. But she supposed they’d had the entire night. Or maybe they’d driven halfway before abandoning the car somewhere. Regardless--

“This is a problem.” Sarah muttered, mostly to herself than Alex, as the group entered the building and the door shut behind them. “But I still need bullets... ” She focused on the second floor windows for a moment… then nodded. “I can still get to them... if I’m careful enough. Stay here.” Just as she moved to exit the bushes and approach the building, however, she froze.The world, it spread out and sunk into itself like still water that just had a stone dropped straight into it. Then her eyes shifted to lock onto the dark figure in the periphery of her vision. Her face was void of emotion. But her arms were trembling.

What… what the fuck is that?
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A thousand bugs crawling on her frozen skin. She tried to speak, but uttered nothing discernible. It was almost as if she’d forgotten to speak any language at all. She couldn’t remember who she was, or what she was doing here. Her world-- her being-- was this moment. This scene. This feeling. And all that encompassed it was the entity. Dark and filled with shadow, it hovered over the top of the pine trees that flanked the building to its west. At first, it didn’t appear to notice her… then, in a flash, it had turned what she could only discern as its face towards her. Its large eyes were red and glowing. Its arms rested limply by its sides. It felt… curious about her.

To Alex, it would appear Sarah’s mind had broken and she was staring at nothing at all. But that would change as soon as the gunshots and subsequent screams rang out from within the Great Escape, snapping Sarah out of her episode in a shock before instinctively drawing her gun.

“WEST, NOOO!”

KAPOW KAPOW​

Without a word, the young woman dashed forward and towards the back of the building to look for a way up. The gunshots continued to ring out as she did so, and it was clear the group that had entered had either run into one of the crazy ones or, well… maybe a regular crazy one that didn’t eat people. Regardless, Sarah only had it in mind to sneak in and grab what she needed, no matter the circumstance. Whether Alex followed or not, she was in no position to dispute it. Her mind… it didn’t exactly work as normally or rationally as other people at times. And, currently, it was on one track: the one that lead to reloading her gun with ammo.


Interactions: BunnyQueen

 

[Maj]

Spoiler: Mood Music

GM POST
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Aurora had once been a city with so much life and movement. The roads used to sing a sort of symphony composed of voices, cars, and blaring horns. It made the silence that fell over the place all the more jarring. Cars were stopped on the side of the road, doors still open as if waiting for their drivers to return to them. The traffic lights still flashed on and off in time with no one to direct. A place that once seemed to move with life was now stagnant with death.

There was no way to know for sure where all the corpses had come from, some might have come from the school, maybe some from the borders. Even people in military uniforms seemed to gamble about the streets, lost and mindless. The eyes were milky and white, all the life sucked out of them. The color and sparkle they once held long gone. There was nothing inside now, all the was left was a husk of a body decaying under the sun. With the infection spreading so recently, most of them looked normal. Their skin was ashy but still smooth and human. And yet, there were so many with wounds that seeped and oozed, the blood long coagulated and dried to their flesh like a stain. Infected and puss filled bite marks branded more than a few of the corpses, some carried bullet wounds so deep you could see the blue light of day through their bodies. All looked lost, like they were searching for something just out of reach.

Somber and silent like the grave, it would appear that Aurora was dead. The cold ones more than outnumbered those with warm hearts and pumping blood. With so much rot and decay, the sights and smells of life seemed to scream like alarm bells. The sounds of bottles crashing, of door chimes, of voices. Try as they might, the dead could not talk, they could not speak, they could only seek out.

The hardware store became a beacon, and like moths to the flame the shamblers turned and made their way to it, their feet dragging across the warming pavement. Nothing got in their way, broken bones were scraped across the asphalt, torsos were dragged when their feet could not carry them, they bumped and banged into each other and before long a mob was formed. Their chorus of groans filled the air like a battle cry, a cacophony of hunger and gluttony.

Five became ten, and ten became twenty. They multiplied and their numbers grew as they closed in on the shop. Before any of the people inside could understand the danger they were in over forty sets of ravenous teeth were upon them. Slow as they moved, it did not stop them from utterly surrounding its walls, clawing for a way inside.

A red head boy looked up from his bag and out the window. His eyes had not yet lost their color. Frightened and wide, the jade hue shone through the glass. He stared down a small army of undead, as a low, horrified moan escaped his own lips.

Rumble Fish King Vioogra Soma Schicksal Mackenzie wise

 

[Maj]

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Owen hadn’t been paying much mind to the people working about the store and gathering up supplies. His focus was on the newcomer, despite what his body did. It was a skill you picked up when you needed to observe without being conspicuous. He picked through various things but his peripheral vision never left the ginger. Did he say he was a new professional fighter? That would make sense, Owen loved to watch the fights. That was likely why the name struck a chord with him.

His ability to observe a room while simultaneously move about it made him realize that Colt had let her bull headed pride get the better of her and was hurting. Would it have killed the woman to eat more than three bites of a damn waffle. Owen reached into his bag and grabbed a protein bar before walking to Colt and shoving the thing in her hand. He spoke low so only she could hear him.

“Listen, It’s not my style to tell you what to do. But you are putting us all in danger by not taking care of yourself. Eat this, so the growling in your stomach doesn’t give us away. I can’t do this run without you.” He only let go of the bar when he was sure she wasn’t going to throw it at his face. He gave her a warm smile. “I would rather not have to shove the damn thing in your mouth. Cool?”

He understood her being prideful, and maybe even not doing so out of some sort of blind need to put others first. But at the end of the day if she passed out or worse she would be a liability to all of them. She was serving them better by being of sound body.

The red head grabbed a few more of the bars off the shelf and shoved them into the depths of his bag, as he looked up he realized how stupid they all had been. They had stayed in one place for too long and by doing so had drawn every fucking zombie to them.

“We need to move.” It wasn’t a question, but a command, barked low and with no room for rebuttals. He didn’t have time to worry about stepping on Colt’s toes, she wasn’t looking at what he was. It was too late to charge out the front, they were all around the building. With a curse under his breath, he prayed there was another exit to this shop. Barricading themselves in would back them into a corner, but it was better than being eaten. With a heavy sigh he resigned and called to the woman.

“Colt, we are gonna have to barricade this door. New Kid!” Owen called to the fighter. “We are about to test your merit, help us lock this down.” He gave Colt an apologetic shrug, there wasn’t time to wait.

“Marcus I hope to god there is another way out of this store.”

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Mentions: King Vioogra (Ivan)

 

[Soma Schicksal]

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[div class="Line"] [div class="Icon"] Actions[/div] Marcus wasn't too fond of being ignored but guess that was how Colt felt throughout this whole trip. He sighed and decided to let them handle the Orange haired male. Whilst that was happening Marcus made himself useful and grabbed a duffle bag from inside the shops bag section and went to unlock the special weapons safe that had a few useful guns, he then went back to his group and reached for the crossbow thinking of Owen’s red-headed sister, she was pretty cute, sadly she had her attention set on that supposed Mafia guy. If that was true that he was apart of the Mafia then Marcus wasn’t stupid enough to go around messing with his girl but a small gift would have been nice. “Heh, guess you were thinking ahead about your sister huh? I had the same thought in mind, she seemed handy with that bow earlier.” He stated then left Owen to it as the new redhead introduced himself. “Hmm mind if I call you Mack? It’ll be easier for me to remember, I’m Marcus though, nice to meet you.” He shook his hand and noticed in the other was some sort of scissor weapon which didn’t rub him the right way but if Colt was okay with it then he was as well. After filling the leftover space in his bag Ivan asked him for batteries for a nail gun they used to repair some parts of the store, Marcus picked up the battery for it earlier hoping to give it to Ivan anyway since he made anything into something. “Here ya go.” He handed him the battery for the nail gun. “Try not to uhhh…kill any of us with that okay hehe.” He said jokingly. Just as he packed everything up Marcus was caught off guard by Owens yelling and the uncomfortable groans of the undead outside slowly making their way over to their prey. “Oh…fuck…” He froze for a moment, he didn’t want to be here, he was so scared…no you can’t be scared, be like dad…be brave, get women, but most importantly think outside the box. “I-I…” Marcus calmed down and gave a straight serious expression. “Ya we have 3 options, we have access to the roof, access to the back where the loading docks are but I’m not sure if those undead are back there…there is also a Manhole near the back entrance we can try and lose but I don’t know the sewers well, we have no idea what's down there, and we need flashlights if we plan on taking that route…so what do you guys wanna do?” He asked staying calm. Don’t worry Marcus you will have your chance to shine and impress everyone…show everyone you have a place here in this group before they decide to cast you out, so far you are doing good with these ideas and being valuable with the key to your families business. “I hope mom and dad made it out of state in time….” He muttered to himself. They should be safe, they were on a vacation trip that left late last night.

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[The Mad Queen]

Jenna: Moe's Motel​

"I don't have a name for her yet." Jenna stroked behind the dog's ears "And she's not mine. I found her at the park with glass in her paw. I think maybe her owners were out for a walk when..." She trailed off, her eyes wide as she stared at nothing. The chances of her owners being alive were pretty small, and if they had simply abandoned their dog in this she wasn't sure if she wanted to associate with them anyway.
"No name on her collar, but I think I'll call her Tosh for now."

She left the dog to sit with their new guest, who was still trembling. She looked at Rogue with a raised eyebrow.
"What? Need I remind you, that you got fucking shot? If you get into a fight with one of those things and those stitches rip open, you're dead."
She sighed "But, I'm not your mum. Too young for that. That, and..."

She stopped herself before she could finish that sentence. Sure, she'd talked about it on streams but admitting it in person to strangers seemed a lot harder.
"One sec." She muttered, unlocking her phone.

No signal. The internet was cut off too. With who was at the town's border, she wasn't surprised. There had to be another way out of the city, but for now they had to focus on staying alive. One of them had been shot the last time they'd approached the border and she was certain if they tried again that at least one of them would be killed.

"Okay. I can't stop you from going out there. So I'm coming with you. Luka, I need you here keeping an eye on this place and I need you." She pointed at the dog, who's ears pricked up "Tosh, to keep an eye on our friend."

She took the cane, resting it on her shoulder as she followed Rogue outside.

AgWordSmith Liezarria Rumble Fish

Doctor Ralph Fisher: Moe's Motel​

Ralph rested a hand on his chin as he thought about their next move. If he missed something, all three of them could die.
"You said you lived in the suburbs?" He asked "It will have to do. If there's any maternity clothing stores, they'd be deeper in the city I think." He shook his head "It's a huge risk."

He didn't know how to hotwire a car, but there was a chance of them finding one that was still running, right? He had to be sure. She wasn't in a condition to run. The hosts would tear her apart and he didn't put it past the soldiers to execute a pregnant teenager. They'd killed kids, after all. Morality before the mission was repulsive in Ralph's eyes.

He stood up, did a quick check of his ammo and paused for a moment before he reached for the sidearm and offered it to the girl.
"I can talk you though how to use it. If something happens to me, you're going to be by yourself out there and I'm a doctor, not a soldier, not a cop. A doctor." He said, sternly

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[Rumble Fish]

Colt looked to Owen as he tried to give her a protein bar. She wanted to tell him off, tell him to go away and that she could cope with no food for just a few more hours. It had only been since yesterday, it was not that bad! That wasn’t a good thing to remind herself of, however, as upon the thought her stomach did a flip and rumbled even louder, causing the woman to wince. Biting her bottom lip in an attempt to save face, she looked at the taller man. He was obviously not going to take no for an answer.

“Fine.” She grumbled lowly as she took it from him. She had intended to simply hold the bar between her teeth as she continued searching around like a cigar, however it ended up down the veteran’s throat with only two bites and not even an attempt at chewing. Stupid autonomous motions. The bar landed like a rock in her stomach, but it instantly settled her system. Her headache softened and she began to regain her senses. Well, as many senses as she could. She reached into her pocket, getting the granola bar out. While the others had their backs turned, she ate it with the same speed as the other one. They were two small bars, not much. But Colt was not a stranger to going without food. She remembered spending days in the desert alongside her platoon having to live on rations. If anything, she was feeling rather shameful. Marines were not supposed to show vulnerability. They had to be stoic in the face of anything. And she couldn’t even do that. The woman sighed miserably as she took a long sip of whisky. She could drive a tank, shoot a machine gun, fly a jet and all kinds of other things; but she could not handle something as simple as hunger. Pathetic. With an annoyed sigh, Colt moved away from everyone as she searched. But as she did, she heard Ivan say something about proximity. The tone of voice and words were enough to make the woman spin around to glare at the man. What the hell was his problem!?

“Now you listen to me, ya ugly bast-!” She snarled through her teeth but before she could continue she heard Owen moan and then demand they had to leave. Colt’s head shot up and she went to the man to see what he had been looking at. The woman let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched squeak at the sight of at least forty Things stumbling towards them with their hellish moaning, hands outstretched. They were making a beeline for the shop, they had heard everything! They knew they were here! How could she have been so stupid!?

“Fuck.” The woman despaired, “Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck FUCK!” She slammed her head onto the shop’s counter in a fit of anger and panic. Quickly regaining her bearings (well as much as she could, now seeing in quadruple) she simply obeyed Owen in his demand to barricade the door. As she did, she gave Ivan a brief but seething glare, non-verbally blaming him for their current predicament. If he hadn’t thrown that fucking bottle!? She couldn’t focus on that, she had to get this place well barricaded.

“Do what he says!” She snapped at Mackenzie, not allowing him to answer back. At this point, she was relieved that Owen had her back. She got to work blocking every possible way the Things could get in. Once the place was secured, Colt again looked out of the window, seeing them getting closer. Colt felt her forehead become clammy, sweat dripping from the top of her head and down her back. She felt as though she was trying to breathe through a keyhole. With several deep breaths, she turned to listen to Marcus as he described their options. The roof or the manhole. He would know best, given this shop belonged to his own father.

Colt desperately tried to keep her shaky breath deep and stable as she considered everything. She could not go across roofs! Everyone was physically capable, but she was, for the lack of a better word, disabled! She would just slow them down. Anything could happen, the worst being that any of them could fall. She wanted to say the manhole, but it was outside. Her gun had a torch mounted onto it but none of them knew the way around the sewers, and God knows what is down there. Sewers were tight and contained if anything came for them that would be it! At least on the roofs, they can see everything around them. Colt took out the revolver she had discovered, obsessively wiping it with a nearby cloth. The feeling of the thin barrel and the ridges in the chambers soothed the woman, to an extent.

BANG! Colt jumped violently at the sound of something hitting the door. Things! They were trying to break in. Colt froze at the sight, her green and bloodshot eyes staring unblinkingly at them. The more she struggled to breathe, the harder and harsher her heart beat. This was a war zone! This was all far too familiar with one specific event, one that Colt had desperately tried to drown.
...
She was trapped in a small house with another of her platoon, all women. Rebels were screaming outside, kicking, shooting out the windows, doing everything in their power to get inside. The standoff had lasted for hours after getting separated from the rest of the troop. At one point during the struggle, the door caved in, two men charged in, one pining one of her fellow Marines to the ground. Colt raised her gun, killing the second man. But as she did, another got inside. He spoke threateningly, trying to undo her armour. She had been able to push him off, reach for her Colt .45 and shoot him enough so he was too injured to fight back. But it was only then she heard the screams for help of the pinned woman. He was on top of her, pinning her wrists. She could not reach for her gun. With an enraged howl, Colt leapt onto the rebel with her knife raised. She stabbed him hard in the back, blood spraying from the wound. Overwhelmed with fear and rage, she did not stop, even when they tried to pull her away, she did not stabbing. Even when he was long dead, she continued to stab. Stab. And stab until more came, and it continued until the stars emerged in the blackened sky. But she was not fast enough, she could not save her fellow marine from the shame and the agony of the attack. Being alive was little consolation.
...
The woman shook like a leaf, her face white and she was hot from the chest up. Raising a hand, she tried to compose herself as she went to instruct the four men on what to do.
“Get on the roof, I can… No, I’ll go first and-I-I can push them back-” she stopped, “No-no! We should go for the manhole but- No-!” the more she spoke the more rapid and shallow her breathing became as she struggled to get the words out. She backed away from the four, continuing to rapidly rub the revolver with the cloth, so much so that her hands were red and sore. What were they supposed to do?! The Things banged on the door, eighty hands, one thousand two hundred and eighty teeth and the strength of forty bodies, all trying to break in to kill them. There was no way they could escape! It was happening again! This was it! She had failed! They were never going to make it back to the lodge, she had led Ivan, Marcus and Owen to their deaths! Nobody would ever find out what happened to them! Andy will never see her brother again! She had led a girl’s brother, possibly her only family right to his demise! This was all her fault!

Everything was becoming blurry, Colt felt her hands shake as she held onto the revolver, tears streaking down her pale cheeks. She just wanted to open that door and open fire, giving them a chance to escape. At least that way she would have actually been useful to them other than some stupid liability. She took her M16 and tried to set it from safety to live, the nozzle pointed at the door. But her hands shook so much that she couldn’t.

“No-I cant!” she managed to wheeze out. She looked at the group, silently telling them to make a run for it on the roof. The banging continued, but Colt could hear gunshots. Where were they?! Were Hazzies coming too?!

“GO!” She screamed, unable to contain her panic anymore, “Just-I’ll hold-I CANT DO THIS AGAIN!” at that point, her shaky body came down, landing hard against the desk as she fell into hyperventilation and sobs. Some Marine indeed. At least Owen was smart. He would make sure they were okay. But they had to go now if they really wanted to escape. They did not need the dead weight. A good soldier doesn’t leave a man behind? Bullshit. If that soldier was some alcoholic, one-legged, stupid freak, they deserved to die like this.
Maj Mackenzie wise Soma Schicksal King Vioogra ​

 

[King Vioogra]

Ivan caught the battery for the nail gun before slapping it in place, barely catching Owen’s moan and demand that they needed to leave before his head whipped around to their sudden audience. His eyes widened as he began quickly counting heads. Over 40 of those things all coming at them at once. Without skipping a beat Ivan sprung into action, grabbing a bundle of paracord used to hold deer stands up and practically ripping the package apart with his teeth and fingers. As the cord fell in heaps into his hands, he fumbled for the ends as the tips of his feet slammed into the metal doors. He then immediately began wrapping the cord tightly around the door, after locking it of course. After he'd nearly wrapped the entire 20 feet of cord around the door handles, he tied the thin but powerful rope into several tight knots. After her finished he heard Colt fall to the ground into what he easily identified as a panic attack. He inhaled sharply as the realization hit him that this was all his fault. He easily could've just stabbed those things outside instead of throwing a bottle like a dumbass. After he'd finished tying of the cord he turned and slammed his balled fist into the nearest metal cabinet until his knuckles were bleeding and dents peppered the cabinet.


“MOTHERFUCKER!!”


He shouted, squatting down and gripping his jet black hair, specks of red flowing into it as he took numerous deep breaths. His head shot up when he heard Owen and Marcus talking about the roof and ideas started shooting through his head. Ideas that others were having of course, but ideas nonetheless. After his minor breakdown, Ivan groaned loudly, picking up the nail gun he'd gotten from Marcus before he started looking around more intently. This was a hunting shop, they had to have rifles of some sort. He wasn't any famous sniper, but he was good. He shoved the nail gun into the bag before sprinting over to where the rifles would be before grabbing one of the basic ones. Nothing really fancy but fancy enough to have a nice x4 scope and a shiny metal finish. He recognized the rifle as the Remington 700. Not something he'd used while in service but it was the same as any other rifle aside from the different round. He quickly pulled the bolt up and back, smelling the cartridge for the residue of gunpowder. The lack thereof only proved that the rifle was relatively new along with empty, which meant Ivan needed to find out what round the rifle was chambered in. He clicked his tongue quietly as he looked among the rounds that lined the shelves. Luckily, there were pictures of the rifles that the bullets were chambered in so he grabbed a handful of boxes of the rounds that matched the picture of the rifle in his hands. He filled the rifle with as many bullets that fit in it before stuffing the rest into his jacket pocket and the other boxes in the bag in his back. After loading the rifle, Ivan slammed the bolt back into the rifle, chambering a round before slapping the bolt into the closed position. This little event had momentarily distracted him from their current situation, from which he was sucked back into reality, complete with Colt's sobbing and the banging on the door from the things outside. He started to walk towards Owen and Marcus when Colts next words broke through the barrier he'd been working to build up since he'd left the military.


“Just-I’ll hold-I CAN'T DO THIS AGAIN!”


These words felt like a hammer hitting him in the chest as a shudder escaped him and tears filled his eyes. He inhaled sharply before looking over at her and dropping the rifle at his side. He spoke quickly as he put his hands on her shoulders gently, not wanting to be rough and thrust her into a harsher panic.


“Hey, hey. Look at me, you're going to be fine!”


He said in a desperate tone, a few tears flowing down his face as he looked at her. He knew she probably hated him because this was mostly if not all his fault and he had no right to be trying to calm her down.


“I'm sorry. This is all my fault, but we need to go.”


He said, trying to keep calm because panic only brewed more panic and they needed the opposite of that now.


--

“Quiet- I needed it to be quiet!” Colt could barely get the words out between her gasping and sobs. She was lying on her side with her eyes squeezed shut and covering her ears with both hands, desperately trying to stop the memories from rushing through her mind. But they wouldn’t. She felt him touch her shoulder which caused the woman to jump violently, as if being touched with a hot poker.


“No! I can’t!” She yelped, opening her eyes for only a brief moment to see one of the Things walking past. It happened to turn and look in, letting out a loud and haunting groan, which to Colt reminded her of the shouts from rebels as they open fired upon them. With that, she fell back into intense panic.


“SASHA-HAH!” she howled, unable to contain her fear anymore. She needed her friend, where was she? She said she’d always be there!

--


“Look at me!”


Ivan now shouted, shaking her lightly, trying to get her attention before pulling her up to a sitting position and holding her face in his hands. He inhaled sharply, calming himself before continuing.


“Look at me. It's just you and me in here okay?”


He said, his voice going from sporadic and desperate to calm and gentle. He held her face so all she could look at was him as his breathing was deep and difficult. He tried to keep his face under a calm expression as he forced her to look at him.


“Take deep breaths, and calm down. The sooner you calm down, the sooner we can leave okay. We'll all be fine, okay?”


He said, setting an example by pulling one of his hands from her face and placing it on her chest almost on top of her collarbone to keep from any scandalous places. With his other hand he grabbed hers and put against his own, pulling his jacket away so she could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as he took slow and deep breaths.


“We're all going to be fine. I promise.”


--

Colt looked at him as he started to assure her over and over again that they were going to be fine. But she simply could not believe him. This was hopeless! As he moved closer to her, the woman’s eyes sprang open. Was he going to-?


“No, no no!” she flinched away, her mind rushing back to that attack on both herself and her fellow Marine, everything in this current situation was uncannily similar to it. But as he only put his hand against her chest, she stopped backing away. Against his hand she could see her own rapid breaths rising and falling along with her chest. She bit her lip, desperately trying to slow down her breathing. Her forehead and hands were clammy and the hand on his chest shook.


Slowly, she had managed to regulate her breathing to a more steady pace. But at this point the vet was completely mentally exhausted, hungry, hungover and, just a little bit drunk. While her breathing slowed to a more reasonable pace, she was still in another realm. Nothing felt real. She couldn’t even move. All she could do was sit there, staring into space with the occasional sob.


--


A small smile crossed Ivan's face as she took his words to heart and slowed her breathing. A short sigh escaped him as his still bleeding hands dropped from hers and his head fell forward. He gently put a hand back on her shoulder and looked at her with a gentle expression on his face. She still needed help, but her breathing had returned to normal so she'd come back together pretty soon.


“There we go. You did good, boss.”


He said, hesitating on the word boss but looking over at Marcus once she wasn't losing her mind anymore. As he stood memories of his friend who'd gone through the same disorder flooded through his mind and he wiped a tear from his face.


“I'm here whenever you need me, okay? We're all a team now.”


He said quietly to her before picking the rifle up and going over to Marcus and speaking slowly but firmly.


“Think you can help her up to the roof? She's not panicking anymore but she still needs help.”



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[Soma Schicksal]

Just when Marcus was hoping their team leader would be able to help with a proper decision on where to go she began to have a panic attack again. From what he noticed even the cleaning and looking at what he noticed to be his grandfather's gun wasn't helping her. Maybe it was dependent on certain situations that she could break herself out of her own mental prison. Luckily everyone moved quickly and Ivan even made his way to try calming her down, he reassured her constantly, Marcus didn't believe Ivan was the best choice to try and get Colt to feel better seeing as how most of the interactions they had weren't the happiest. As long as it worked out though Marcus didn't mind then Ivan asked him to get Colt upstairs in which he nodded and helped her up quickly. “Don't worry Colt I gotcha.” He gave her a sweet smile before taking her arm and wrapping it around his shoulder and holding her up from her back. He quickly began walking upstairs with her.
--
Colt let out a weak groan as she felt Marcus help her onto her feet, looking to head up the stairs. At this point, she couldn’t fight against it, so she simply went up with him. Every step was an effort and on the first few steps, her feet almost gave way underneath her. She tried to focus and go up quickly, but it just resulted in her going down and hitting her knee on the step.


“Fuck,” she hissed through her teeth as she looked at the man helping her, “What was I thinking? Doing this.” she lamented. She was trying hard to stop the tears falling, wiping them away with her free hand. Every small noise made her jump and she covered her ears in an attempt to block out the banging from outside. It was getting louder, meaning there were more of them! Just at the thought, Colt felt her breathing rate increase again. This was not going to work.
--
Marcus stopped a moment giving her a small break. “Colt I got you okay, none of us are gonna die. I won't allow it understand me?” He heard the banging getting louder also but he had to stay confident in a situation like this, Colt wiped some of her tears but more started to form and he wiped them for her and stared into her eyes.

“Colt, remember you are the sexy zombie slayer heh, so you gotta stay brave for all of us, you are the main character...just keep pushing through and everything will work out like in the movies.” He explained chuckling a but as he started to take more of her weight to make it easier on her as the walked up the stairs almost near the top.
--

“N-No, no it won't.” she struggled to get out, “It’s my fault.” she shook her head a little, desperately trying to breathe deeply and take lengthy breaths. The knowledge of those Things being down there, and that they were adamant to get inside prevented the woman from calming down. Nearing the top, she took the last few steps on her own but leaned against the wall. Wanting to ease her fear, she took out her flask, her hands shaking as she unscrewed it.

“Listen.” she said, finally able to open the bloody thing, “You guys go ahead. I-I’ll keep you back.” she said shakily as she took a long drink from the flask. She was not joking. She appreciated what Marcus had tried to assure her, that she was brave and things would work out but right now, she simply did not feel like this was true.

“All I’ve done is make things worse.”
--
“Colt it's not your fault! If anything its mines okay?! I gave the suggestion to Owen and Ivan to throw something else to get the zombies are attention so stop blaming yourself...you haven't done anything wrong alright...do you trust me?” they finally reached the top and Marcus sighed.

“Like I said, I'm not fucking leaving you behind, if you stay behind then I'm staying behind and I don't think you want that so I would advise we keep going. What do you think?” He thought about it a moment, what if she had stayed back? He would just blame himself...he would lose her and he wanted to prove to her that he could be in her life, how could he do that if she was dead?! It would all be meaningless...his eyes watered at the thought and he just hugged her then gently kissed her on the lips holding this for at the most 3 seconds.

“Please, Colt...please just keep trying to continue okay? All I ask for right now is your trust…” he finished with as he moved away figuring she didn't like the gesture he did to show his emotions but he was in a panic.
--
Colt collapsed against the wall as she ran a hand through her hair after taking her cap off. She just wanted to go to sleep, but she knew she could not. She had to stay awake. But what state was she in to lead? She looked at Marcus as he said to blame him for the whole thing, to which Colt shook her head.


“I should have been better.” she sighed miserably but she was caught off guard as his lips connected with hers. It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in, well, years. Her cheeks flushed as he pulled away, once again trying to get her to see clearly. All Colt could do was look up at the man with a look of defeat, tears still rolling.

“...Okay.” she mumbled quietly as she pulled herself up, putting her flask away. She looked around the area, closing her eyes and breathing deeply through her nose.

“How do we get out?”
--
They stared into each other's eyes for a while before Marcus wiped her tears then his. He gave a slight smile before looking around at the buildings around them. He scanned for each possible route that could be the stealthiest, for the most part, he didn't see any obvious zombies or threats on the roof so this mad choosing a proper path a lot easier. He pointed to the roof across from them.

“We can start there, can you tell me where your house or uhhh...apartment? Not sure what ya live in, to be honest, but we can continue from what building I chose and make our way over to your house using the tops of the building. What do you think?” He thought some more about this, he would need someone to carry Colt, he would do it but he should scout ahead and make sure each building top was actually safe...then he could get someone to carry colt and to watch their back.

“Alright so here is the plan...let me while onto your uh...leg so that it won't fall off, one of the others will probably have to carry you...we can have Ivan watch our backs. I'll scout ahead on the buildings to make sure no threats are really on these buildings we get on...so lets see I'm sure you trust Owen more to carry you and traverse across rooftops so we can have him do that, I’ll keep your leg in my bag, as for the new guy...uhhh not sure what he can do yet, maybe he can have my back up ahead since he seems to have a close quarters weapon, how do you feel about that?” He finished his well thought out plan and noticed Owen had just made his way up to them just in time to hear his plan.

--
As he talked, Colt drank the rest from her flask before putting it away. All she could do was hope that the alcohol in her system would dull her nerves and give her some relief. She stumbled a little, due to the toxic mix of her breakdown and the booze but at least she was not panicking.

Hearing his plan, Colt really wanted to argue. She didn't need someone to carry her! She could take care of herself! She opened her mouth to argue his point, but a particularly loud bang caused the woman to shrink and cover her ears with a distressed help. She could have sworn they were gunshots! Things with guns were something she never wanted to encounter. She got her M16 out, keeping a firm grip on it in case she had to shoot. But she didn't want to. Actually firing the gun would send her back into a panic. She turned to Marcus, sighing heavily in defeat. Some team leader she turned out to be.

“Do what you have to.” She responded simply. There was not much else for her to say. This was necessary so she would go along with it. Besides, she just made herself look weak in front of her group. Did it really matter what her input was? She reluctantly undid her leg and handed it to Marcus with a sigh not wanting to give it up so willingly in the fear that more of the others would see but she had no choice if she wanted to survive right? Without it, she felt even more vulnerable but it was a necessary evil. All she could do now was wait to see if this insane plan was going to work. She did make a mental note to tell Owen that if anything was to happen, he should just throw her off of the roof.

Maj King Vioogra Mackenzie wise

 

[Liezarria]

The Mad Queen AgWordSmith Rumble Fish

Rouge:
emotions: off

Rouge stared at jenna for a good long moment. At this point she could start feeling something else aside from the “alarm” she could feel a slight sting on her shoulder again...


“But ......Jenna…….”


She turned away feeling something in her chest….was it humor? It was hard to tell with her “emotions” so dulled. But she could feel the edges of her mouth curve and she really shouldn't be smiling because it wasn't funny nor appropriate because she really should be mindful of her injuries….


“Jenna…...i never got the stitches…..”



it was so easy to pay no mind to small things like that when her frame of mind was so narrowed down to simply doing tasks based on the current situation…..


Her small smirk soon fell as she suddenly remembered her brothers again. How they would be substitutes for things she lacked when her “emotions” were turned off. And how they were willing to remind her of what was right and what was wrong, even if they themselves had a twisted version of it.


She felt the weight in her mind grow heavy again and the small sting she had started to feel on her arm had given away to simply being the “alarm” again.

 

[Mackenzie wise]

being bombarded with orders from two hysterical, new potential friends had Mackenzie in a haze. The fighter in the end is compliant with them. thinking they must have gotten information he had not yet gotten. The overwhelming smell of corpses and sea of bodies resolves his quarry. Mackenzie not knowing what Merit means still does his absolute best. With all haste the Pro fighter helps Owen put the store on lockdown.

“Wow that’s a really humble thing to do, I love this group I hope we all live.” Mackenzie thinks as he rushes around doing everything he can, to bar anything and lock anything he can.

“Oi Owen I think I got everything so to the sewers or roof?” Mackenzie reports back to Owen. “If we go with the rooftop and you want any help just let me know.” Mackenzie turns his head to Colt and declares not any hint of, ulterior motives or self righteousness or belittlement can be found in his slightly dried voice.

Not knowing anything about her lost leg but he does remember the stomach pains. He knows from experience that inside pain can hinder anyone a lot.

Mackenzie stands in silence not looking at anyone in a effort to get out of the spotlight. Or stay out of it if no one noticed or cared what he said. Which he was completely ready for it, knowing almost nobody trust someone they just meet.

Mackenzie fighting anxiousness from the sound of a sea of bodies crashing against the shop. Like the waves in the sea against a boat, during the worst storm possible. The knashing teeth like nails on a chalkboard. Some bones snapped from some banging so hard on the store, like a tree branch during a viscous wind.

During this inward fight he puts a passive, indifferent looking face on the best he can. Fear is kin only to fear if he shows any it might breed more, but also if they would let him him he needs to be good. Good in any and all situations, impossible but that never stopped the young buck before. Neither will it now.

 

[TheTreForce]

Ray Childress: The Lodge

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"What about those fries we get at the mall?'

"Yup."

"And a double chocolate shake from the ice cream place?"

Ray chuckled, "Whatever you want son."

Ray got up from his seat and walked around the hospital bed to the window. The blinds closed as he twisted the rod, preventing the sun from peaking into the room. "But..." He paused, "You need to finish the meal they got for you. Your mom and I will bring you all the goodies tomorrow."

"THPBTTTTT" Dylan stuck his tongue out and gave his father a worried and disgusted look. "The food here isn't good, dad." His eyes naturally fell to the floor and his expression followed suit as he looked back up to Ray. "When can I come back home with you and mom?"

A lump caught in Ray's throat, "When you start feeling better, son."

"But I feel better with you guys... I don't like it here, it's really dark at night time."

"I know son.. It's only for a little while longer. You're having another treatment next week and the doctor said things should start looking up if all goes well."

"Dad?"

"Yes, Dylan?

"Am I gonna die?"

"We're all going to die someday son. But you don't have to worry about that, you're not going anywhere any time soon." He gave a weak smile, trying to hold back tears and stay strong for the boy. Nothing had been looking up about any of this. Nothing but Ray, looking up and praying to God to spare his son every night.

The door opened behind Ray and he half turned to his wife coming in. She sat her purse down on a small table and went to the bedside. "How's my little man doing?"

"This food is grooooss."

"I know honey, hospital food is never good. Your dad and I will be bringing you some good stuff tomorrow though!" She bent over and kissed the boy's forehead and he smiled.

Rachel just came from work, she still had her lifted shoes, business clothes, and hair all done up. Ray had left work early to see Dylan for the majority of the day.

"Excuse your father and I for a second Dylan, we'll be right outside the door." She motioned to Ray and he stood, following her out the door. She gently closed it behind him, "What did Doctor Monroe say?"

"They're having no luck with the treatments so far... It's spreading through his body so fast Rach... They have another treatment planned for next week, but... I don't know."

She collapsed onto his chest and wept. "Ray, I can't lose him... I will never be able to heal. I can't lose my baby!"

Ray was suddenly in the midst of a fire. He was sat on the ground and there were panicked people all around him, along with a row of those men in yellow suits. Every direction he turned, his vision blurred and seemed to smear. "NOOOOOO!!!" A blood curdling scream erupted from the crowd and a woman emerged behind one of the yellow men. He carried a crying child and the woman clung to the child's arm. Her grip was severed by a few more yellow men that held her back and pushed her to the floor. "My baby!! Please!!!" Her cries faded into the background as the living corpses raised up and there seamed to be no more actual people anywhere. The countless number of the monsters all turned to Ray at once and shambled over to him. A cold hand gripped his shoulder from behind.


Ray sat up in bed with a start. He tried to catch his breath, but the dream had left his body in panic mode. He went across the hall to the bathroom and took a shower. There was no soap but he needed the wash regardless. Muffled voices from downstairs made their way to him as he got out of the shower. How long was I asleep for? Must be nearing the afternoon at least, or so it feels like. He was soon shooting down the stair after he donned the clothes he had been wearing yesterday. People were scattered about, but a lot of them seemed to be absent. There was coffee prepared but he soon found it was cold. He called aloud to anyone that was in the vicinity before heading out the door, "I'm going for a walk, I'll be back in a bit." His feet met the grass outside and he pressed on through the trees and cozy air.

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[Maj]

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Everything seemed to move around him in a blur. It was hard to focus on any one thing. Thankfully it seemed like everyone was working with him to barricade and protect the store. It didn't matter how well they barricaded the door, he knew that this wouldn't last.

If they didn't escape, they would be overrun.

Their fearless leader began to lose it, and many ran to her aid. That was well and good, Owen would rather have a rational functioning Colt than the mess the chaos had reduced her too. But there wasn't time for this now. Saving her life, all of their lives was priority. If Owen wasn't so busy holding the door, he would have just thrown the woman over his shoulder caveman style and booked it.

Thankfully, it seemed like the others got the idea and soon they were all headed up to the roof. Owen made sure he was the last one out, the barricade and windows shuttered under the pure force of the bodies piling up against them. The monsters would be upon them in seconds. He followed the others up the stairs, his long legs skipping steps in his haste to reach the top.

This was bad. Every part of him knew it too, his palms sweated, his heart pounded so hard he could feel it in his temples and hear each beat ringing in his ears. He couldn't focus on the severity of their predicament now, he had to focus on getting out with his life, getting back to the lodge. Back to Andy.

His foot slipped on one of the steps, the toe of his worn boots just barely grazed the edge of one of the steps. In his haste, his leg slipped underneath him and pulled him to the ground. The corner of the step below cracked into his knee cap and caused the boy to groan. The immediate tightness in the joint caused him to think it was likely to swell and bruise. There wasn’t time to worry about it now, he pushed himself up by his muscular arms and continued bounding up the steps. He entered exited onto the room just in time to hear Marcus mention he should carry Colt across.

It made sense to him, he was obviously the most qualified to be carrying another human. However, Owen had never been especially fast and with the extra weight of another body he knew that he would only be slowed down more. He couldn’t leave her to try to run across buildings with one leg though, and leaving her behind wasn’t an option for him. The poor girl looked utterly drained, defeated, and he was sure having to be carried didn’t exactly do much to lift her spirits or inflate her ego.

The redhead did his best to treat her with dignity and respect. He held out his hand to her and gave her a sympathetic smile. With a tug, he pulled the woman to her feet and helped her get situated on his back.

“I’m just going to keep my eyes forward, I’m trusting you to watch my back. The faster we get out of here the better.” Owen told her as they got ready to move. He could hear the shattering and snapping that meant that soon the zombies would be upon them.

“Don’t be shy. Hang on as tight as you need, I’ve never jumped with a person on my back before. The last thing I need is for you to slip off okay?” He handed Marcus his baseball bat somewhat reluctantly. Being void of a weapon didn’t exactly appeal to him, but he knew that he would need his hands to grab ledges and keep him and Colt steady.

“No time like the present. Let's get the fuck out of here.”

----

Between Colt’s instruction and some dangerous stunts, the group had managed to make it to her apartment. The rooftops were free of walking corpses and hazmats, but it didn’t go without its own share of dangers. Walking over slanted shingles with Colt on his back had made the journey long and tiring. It wasn’t that the girl was very heavy, in fact she was plenty lean and was good at holding her body weight, but doing athletics with an extra 130 pounds on him wasn’t easy. It had been a long time since he had worked out. Running and jumping weren’t two things that Owen was especially good at it. The dude was a smoker.

When Ivan and Marcus assured him that the coast was clear, Owen jumped down into the streets. Moving from the suburbs to the downtown area was a long walk even through the streets, traversing over rooftops had made it down right grueling. He helped Colt down off of his back and let her use his shoulder to hold herself up as she strapped her leg back on.

“Lead the way partner. Next time you carry me,” he teased. Owen gave her a tired wink and waited her to lead the last trek back to her house.

Rumble Fish (Colt) King Vioogra (Ivan) Mackenzie wise (Mackenzie) Soma Schicksal (Marcus)