Realistic or Modern Remnants of Man [Zombie Apocalypse Rp]

[idalie]

REMNANTS OF MAN
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It began 2014, 7th July.
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A disease that would wipe out humanity as we knew it.
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In the heat of summer, the sickness spread through schools, police stations, hospitals, and our very homes.
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The infected, experiencing flu-like symptoms, that graduated till every movement felt like breaking bones. First, the limbs became paralysed, till the internal organs shut down. One by one, leaving the victim to "die". Yet it wasn’t the end. For the infected, would sit right back up and give a grimace - families would rejoice, before being torn apart by their own relatives.
No one was safe.
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The government kept it quiet, refusing to acknowledge the larger scale pandemic that swept the globe. Leaving us to scrabble for survival whilst they hunkered down in their bunkers.
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Scientists, leaving the labs to spend last seconds with their families - not enough researchers left to complete the work of a vaccine.
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The dead rose.
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[The roleplay begins at the beginning of the apocalypse, during the first week or so of riots and havoc, thus making the group picking up survivors more logical.]
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The infection replicates that of The Walking Dead. You are coming back, no matter how you die. In this AU, rarely are Zombies such a public obsession. You will have little idea how to firstly dispatch the undead in the beginning.
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CURRENT LOCATION:
Sioux Falls, South Dakota, United States
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RULES:
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- Don’t be an asshole.
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- Realism. You’re in an apocalypse, fighting for your life
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- Romance is accepted, although steamy scenes must fade to black
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- A paragraph at most, around 5-6 lines
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- Don’t kill off anyone's character without asking
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- Not all guns hit, you can't dodge an army of the undead; mistakes are made, shots are missed, big ol' realism lecture.
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- No powerplay, mary sues, or god-modding (although man-eating corpses are pretty easy to dispatch, you’re not superman)
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- Usual stuff, please be nice to others, etc.
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- Swearing is 100% allowed :^)
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- HAVE FUN! KEEP SURVIVING
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REMNANTS OF MAN - OOC
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REMNANTS OF MAN - CS
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[idalie]

ARCHIE MURDOCH McKEEGAN
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The riots began during the first days of the End. Archie had been driving to reach the airport from his distant work, which lay within the woodlands far from the city, so he could attempt getting a flight back to Glasgow, and from there to Dumfries. In the last moments of civilisation and normality, it was only natural he decided to be surrounded by family. Only that expectation would never come true. By the time he managed to get into Sioux Falls, the airport could no longer function, military fought with both living and dead, looters smashed shop windows and stole what they could before the undead could get a mouthful. It was hell. Smoke rose above the flats and high rise offices, skyscrapers beacons of social class, now falling to the very ones who believed the world could be safe. The human illusion was stripped away, and what remained was animals. 
 
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His hands gripped the steering wheel of the pickup tight, knuckles taut whilst sitting in the midst of the fighting. Eyes unseeing as he merely gazed in an empty manner. Briefly his gaze landed upon the shotgun propped beside him in the passenger's seat, and he toyed with the idea of it. Ending everything. But that's not how a Scotsman was made. Reaching into the glove box, retrieving the bottle of scotch, he unscrewed the cap and took a swig. At least he wouldn't be pulled over.  Shoving the keys back into the ignition he exhaled and swallowed his distress; just as one of the infected flattened herself against the glass of his window, milky white scowl, rolling up into her head as she growled and snapped. Pawing desperately at the man inside the vehicle. "Worlds gone fucking mad. Bunch of fucking wankers, fucking hell, Mother Mary and Jesus Christ, riding a fucking bicycle, fucking twat-faced fuckers-" The cussing appeared neverending as he stamped on the acceleration and dodged the wrecks of other burning cars, as well as the living who currently, seemed to be having more fun getting pissed than accepting the fact that a dead man was trying to consume them.
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Keeping an eye out for anyone who seemed decent enough in trouble, was enough of a good deed than hauling a truck of drunk teenagers with a lower IQ than - well - a teenager who thought themselves the new bloody royalty now they had no parent supervision and decided to become chainsmokers in one evening. Not to say he wasn't a good man, but he wasn't a stupid man either. Basic survival indicated helping one another, sharing resources, and attempting to remember what David Attenborough mentioned about the distant Gorillas in the Himalayas from the last weeks documentary he fell asleep halfway through.
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@OhFallenMars
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@CkSmalling
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[OhFallenMars]

 
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She had been decently dressed when the world went to shit. Of course she had been, it was her daddy's birthday...and funeral, it seemed. It all happened so fast, Melanie could hardly believe it. They were all just sitting in the living room, singing happy birthday. As he blew out the candles, gunshots sounded outside. Her father being him told everyone to get down. He looked out the window just as a bullet came through and hit him in the chest. Melanie screamed for him. She ran to him, and held him close to her as the life drained out of him in streams of red. She was panicking. She was panicking more so than she had in years. Her brother ripped her away and held her close.
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That was when her dad got back up. 
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He ripped her mother's throat open, and she and her three siblings tried their best to get him off of her, but it just ended in her sister being pulled down into the fray. With quick feet, her two brothers dragged her off to figure out what the hell was going on. 
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A few days had passed now, and she still had no idea what the hell was going on. One of her brothers was attacked, and the other left her to try to find the military or the police, or someone. But she figured by now he wasn't coming back. She was surprised she was still alive in the first place.
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So here she was, axe clutched tightly in one hand, backpack on her shoulders, and pocket knife in easy access to her. Her sweater covered in her fathers life blood..She needed to find something else to put on. She was walking down the street, narrowly avoiding the rioting fray that was happening all around her. There were those...those things everywhere, attacking people. And there were people attacking people. There were fires, and screaming...
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Melanie almost couldn't take anymore of it. 
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[idalie]

ARCHIE MURDOCH McKEEGAN

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She stuck out like a sore thumb. Well-dressed, a backpack hitched, looking as lost and fed up with the newly acquired form of hell as he was. Slowing the vehicle down, he reached over to unwind the window. "OI, lassie, need a ride? Before you get bit that is. Promise I ain't got nae intent, words are just gonna have to cut it I'm afraid." He called, in a rough accent echoing the Scottish countryside he'd been raised in. His expression appeared concerned and somewhat open in his gesture. Honesty, after all, was something you never got often. He wouldn't be surprised if she turned him down, and walked. Glancing about, he knew the truck couldn't continue it's slow crawl for long, or he'd get a brick through the window. Or worse, considering the lot of bandanas and hateful glares filled with rage at the world. "You'd better make up yer mind. These streets are gunnae get a whole lot worse by the time the dead start gatherin' in number." The Scotsman then remarked.
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He wasn't sure if he entirely wanted to know how his own flesh and blood were doing. Not if the same happened, as it had with his close friends from the lumberyard. They were thick as thieves. Brothers, almost. Stuck together, no matter what. He hadn't got the guts to finish them off. Locked them up in the small staff cabin, never to return. Never in his wildest dreams, would he of expected to experience such heartache as he did now. Facing the unknown with a shotgun and a bottle of scotch. Good way to die, not a way to start the day in his opinion. But if he could save just one person, it could make a difference. His mother brought him up to be a respectable man. He'd live up to her at least, dead or alive. 
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There would be a way.
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@OhFallenMars
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[OhFallenMars]

The Scottish accent startled her. She hadn't heard proper words in hours. It had just been lots of yelling and incoherent mumbles for the past while. She continued walking in pace with the truck, her mind taking a moment to process what all he had said. His accent was pretty thick, but she understood it...generally. He was offering her a ride. "To Where?" She almost asked him, before letting out a harsh chuckle. Is there even a 'where' anymore? Did it even matter where it was? So long as she was alive and could continue to be alive, it would be okay.


So, with a bright smile, Melanie pushed her way through a few of the dead, and hopped into the truck. She felt lucky that this Scotsman had happened upon her. She felt lucky that she was able to push through the crowd with out getting attacked. She felt lucky that she had an axe, a knife, and some water. Things would be okay. She knew they would be, even if it didn't feel so right now. 


Melanie rested her axe between her legs, and dropped her backpack to the floor before rolling the window up. The dead were starting to get antsier. Probably because their once-meals had turned into them too. She had seen it happen. One minute, the guy was being tackled and eaten, the next he was up and walking around. 


"I'm Melanie-Rose. My friends back in New York called me MelRose. It's not something you have to call me, it's just something familiar to me at this point." Melanie told him. Her sweater crackled against her as she leaned back in the seat. She grimaced, looking down at her blood-crusted top once more.


"You wouldn't happen to have a shirt or anything I could wear, do you? I mean anything you have would be much too big for me, but I'd really prefer something not covered in my fathers blood." She didn't know why she mentioned it was her fathers, but she did. And she couldn't take it back now.


@HumansArentReal

 

[CkSmalling]

Bishop stopped by The Road gasping for air. He had just ran into a few of the undead but he did not take any chances. He wanted to make sure there was a sizable distance brtween them. He was in South Dakota all the way from Missouri as he had literally lost everything to whatever this thing was. With his hands on his knees, he scanned around, trying to get familiar with the new environment. His original plan was to go to Canada, hopefully there was no 100 foot electrified wall on the borders and since the state was nearer, he took the chance. 


He looked to the left and saw a man, cut in half but still crawling towards him. In the zombies' eyes, maybe it thought Bishop was a lovely afternoon snack. Further behind, people were screaming and yelling as they ran away from them. He looked to the right and all he could see was people getting into their vehicles and driving away. He tried to stop a Mercedes but it sped past him. Understandable reaction. Giving a stranger a lift? Especially a black man? At least he tried. He looked in front and all he could see was death. Literally speaking of course. The undead and dead mixing in harmony. One was busy snacking on what he could see as a white blonde woman. The others were just walking about, a few walking in his direction. 


He gathered what strength he had and walked to the left where a crawling zombie was in his path. He looked at its dead eyes and saw there was no hope. He just walked around it, hoping to find at least a vehicle, didn't matter the make, model of the car. As long as it has 4 wheels and gas, he was good to go.


@HumansArentReal


@OhFallenMars

 

[idalie]

ARCHIE MURDOCH McKEEGAN

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Relief was the first expression, watching her hop into the pickup beside him. Everyone had gone crazy, so in the instance of a friendly smile, the female was very much welcome. Putting the car in gear, he sped up once again, driving the left side of the road, instead of the right, due to the amount of wreckage and cars backed up as people had attempted to escape the fate that now dwelled by staying inside the city limits. Glancing over his shoulder, he continued to make sure the undead hadn't managed to cling to the back of the truck, however with the mass rioting between corpses and humanity, he doubted they would be a major target for any hungering infected.
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"Well, Miss MelRose, it seems we find ourselves in a fuckin' mess. Pardon my French." Archie replied, inhaling deeply whilst attempting to find roads leading out the populated neighbourhoods. "The names Archie. Archie McKeegan, my mates called me Bear, but aye, each to their own. Call me what you like, it's the End of the World and I can't give a shit." The Scotsman commented, glancing over now and then to observe his new companion and make sure the axe she had, wouldn't end up in his skull. Yet a few minutes passing ensured that his initial guess had been correct. Melanie, appeared to be a decent human being, just trying to survive. 
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"Condolences to yer pa, Mel. Hard times are these - but I have some clean work clothes. Should be a shirt." A small grunt of exertion escaped him, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to lean back behind her seat and withdraw a small, almost briefcase-like bag. Throwing it onto her lap lightly, McKeegan nodded toward it. "Never had the chance to change into them this mornin', so they ain't been used." Returning to the act of driving, he ran his hand once again over his bearded chin. Overall, he managed to keep quite calm with the dead rising. Small coping habits had begun to appear, fear compressed so far to exhibit ticks that had him restless. "My family are all back in Scotland. I'm nae sure how they're doin', but I'll be prayin' for 'em. Haven't been to church since I was a wee bairn, although I'm tempted tae start readin' the bible." Archie laughed, tapping his foot somewhat anxiously. "Just need tae get outta town though. Get into the countryside, an' all. Look out for any friendlies, though lass. We've got a seat in the cabin and the backs still free. But we ain't savin' no one, just as long as they can get to the truck. I don't want a suicide mission. The militaries already got that covered."
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@OhFallenMars
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@CkSmalling
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[CkSmalling]

Bishop continued to trudge on slowly as he was trying to conserve whatever he had in stock. A half bottle of water now reduced to say a quarter since he did some unnecessary running now that he thought about it. The food are canned and are to expire in the next few years so he had no worried about that. As he walked around, cars and bodies were just laying about. He was tempted to take a nice BMW 318i which was parked on the side of the road. The machine has a massive engine so fuel would be a big issue. He took a quick peep inside as was astonished by the baige leather seats and of course the new car smell. ' That is just rottten luck. Buying a new car during the apocalypse. That is just sad. Very very sad.' 


He continued on slowly looking left right and behind so that hr wasn't taken by surprise. Zombies were a threat, that much is true. But if there is anyone he was scared of, its humans. Unpredictable species we are. He saw an empty small house and thought, 'hmmm maybe i can get some water from the house.' he climbed the small hill and knocked on the house.


"hello!!!!! Anyone alive in there??! " he waited for a response and after a couple of minutes, he opened the door. Whoever were the occupants surely left in a hurry. Half eaten breakfast was left in the table so he took the three full sausages left on the table and scuffed them down. He walked to the kitchen and found 2 bottles of water and he gladly took them. He inspected each and every room and found nothing worth filling his bag. The water was enough. He got out of the house and continued down the street, happy that at least he had found something to drink. 


He lookee at his watch. 2:15pm. Ahh the sun is still up so there was plenty of time to wander around before deciding to find a place to sleep. 


@HumansArentReal


@OhFallenMars

 

[Liquid Stars]

Kavontee Rae Alcaster
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When shit hit the fan, Kavontee wasn't ready. She didn't know about the riots, the vaccine that never was finished, or the zombies in general. It was a few days after the outbreak, and she was working a night-shift at Grumpy's. No one had come in all night, and she has becoming bored. Then a zombie started pounding at the glass. Kavontee didn't look up from her phone. "Hey! It's a pull door! I make the mistake all the time!" Kavontee called from behind the counter. When she looked up, she screamed. Loudly. With shaky hands, her first instinct was to kill it.  She quickly loaded the in-case-of-emergency gun from under the counter, aimed it, and fired. The shot missed, and the zombie broke through the glass by smashing it's head against it. Kavontee screamed louder and ran from out behind the counter, to the back of the store. At this point, Kavontee was crying, trying to reload her gun quickly. The zombie ambled towards her, groaning as it held it's arms out for her. She aimed the gun at it's stomach, and it hit the thing in the side. The zombie shrieked, and fell to the ground. Kavontee approached the zombie, and kicked it in the head until it was dead. Her head was racing, her heart was pounding from outside of her chest. She was alive, and she was standing in front of a zombie, like she was somehow in some Call of Duty game. 


Kavontee tried to gather her thoughts as she gathered supplies. She went first for the cigarettes, and cleared out the supply. If there were zombies around, she would be on the run, and if she were on the run, she'd need her Marlboro Blues. Stealing a duffel bag from the lost and found (the person who left it probably wouldn't need it anyway), Kavontee quickly took as much as she could and crammed it into her bag. Cans of soup, deli sandwiches, lighters, a can opener and more. Outside, there were more zombies. More monsters. And no humans in sight. Kavontee grabbed one of the cheap bottles of wine that were on display, and smashed it against the counter-top. The wine spilled onto the floor, and the glasses shattered. Regardless, she now had a weapon. 


After much thought, (and maybe a few drops of wine left in the bottle) Kavontee left the safety of the corner store, desperate to find anyone else. Maybe they knew what was going on. 

 
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[Kloudy]

"Twenty four... Twenty five... Twenty... Six, no. Twenty seven..." Kypher hadn't taken it well when the apocalypse had hit. Or perhaps that was wrong; maybe it was better to say he had taken it very well - too well. "Thirty four... Thirty five..." When he had woken up in the morning, the last thing he had been expecting was a literal Armageddon arriving on his doorstep in the form of a deformed flesh-feasting creature of satanic origins. If anything he had hoped it was the new mail man banging on the door, it'd give him someone new to terrorise at least given the last four had quit after the first week. Kypher supposed that they had wished they could just skip his house or leave the post in a mailbox of some kind. Well he didn't have a mailbox and he didn't have a house, it was a flat. Of course, it wasn't one of those large apartment complexes that housed a million people in one building, but he still had to deal with someone living upstairs whilst he got stuck in the ground floor to deal with door salespeople. Although they had stopped coming after the last one returned shitting himself. Something about the resident threatening to slice each of his vein open with a rusty knife and then attempting to do so, Kypher couldn't remember.


"Sixty nine... Seventy... Seventy one..." But yeah, apparently the world was now infested with the undead, of sorts. There would still be the arduous process of discovering how they worked and if headshots were really the only way and blah blah blah. "Eighty four... Eighty five..." As soon as Kypher had killed the new postman with a kitchen knife to the face, he had set about preparing his survival kit for life in the wilderness. Something his father always liked to get ready ahead of time whenever he wasn't daydreaming about the apocalypse. Apparently the great world wide sickness was the most likely form of apocalypse, so there was actually a radiation hazard suit and a shit ton of medicine stashed away somewhere. He was weird like that. Kypher threw a box full of meds into his backpack from the bathroom, which was all he could find from his dad's survival stuff. Putting in all the other things he might need, he zipped it up and got kitted out. It was the zombie apocalypse, a guy would need some weapons. Well, 'some' weapons was a clear understatement when it came to Kypher's arsenal. About as many knife holsters as Kypher could count were strapped all across his body, arms, legs, torso, even around his neck lay a few blades in small leather sheaths and a slightly large sheath held a large carving knife. It was fairly big and he liked to think it was his sword or something. He was the main character in this quest or whatever, the protagonist had to have a sword. 


"A hundred and eleven... A hundred and twelve..." Kypher hesitated, why was he counting again? He was supposed to be insane but he wasn't 'that' kind of insane. Then he remembered: he was counting how many of these weird mutant people things he was killing. He had started off throwing knives at them, but soon found head shots were the only way to guarantee they stayed down. So he tried dispatching them faster with a heavy knife to the head and that seemed to do the trick. But sometimes his knives would miss and would break on the ground, or the zombie would fall awkwardly and break the blade which was no fun. So eventually he just decided to carve their faces up with his carving knife. Unfortunately it was hard because one bite or scratch or whatever and that was that, dude fucked up and dead. Thankfully Kypher was apparently skilled at dodging the slowly sweeping strikes of the infected as they tried to take a bite of him. And he couldn't exactly take on a hoard of them, so picking them off silently seemed to be easiest, like a true assassin. But why was he just aimlessly murdering the street animals that could kill and reanimate him in under a minute, probably? Well this was the first time in his life in which he was legally allowed to kill another person and get away with it. Well, it was still technically illegal but there wasn't anyone to stop him. In fact, there were only a few more on his street, he had cleared pretty much everyone on his block at this rate. That was what happened when you didn't live in the middle of a gridlocked city, well not that there was any gridlock anymore. Raising his carving knife, he plunged it into some old man zombie's lower jaw and dug it up into his head, skewering the brain. Better safe than sorry, "One hundred and thirteen. Fucking hell, I must be a goddamn war hero, killing myself an army's worth of these little shits. Where's my medal of honour, huh? WHERE'S MY BASTARD AWARD!" He screamed aloud at no one, because they were all dead. Kypher chuckled, it seemed his heaven had come in the form of a metaphorical hell, although the symbolism couldn't have been far off the real thing, if it was real of course. He didn't believe in all that religious crap, or - if there was a god, then he was long dead by now or had forsaken this world. But that was fine. Kypher could be the new god of his world, the new harbringer of death and destruction. And he would start with the poor wretches that used to be his neighbours. And he would finish his current warpath by finishing off the goddamn old lady that lived above him for the past year, annoying the fucking life out of him. Oh yeah, she was definitely getting a sword up the rectum, she could bet her unlucky stars she would. 


(Basically just killing shit in the streets. Feel free to find me and be like "wtf?". There shouldn't be many zombies nearby (anymore) so yeah...)

 

[OhFallenMars]

 
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"Thank you. I appreciate it." She wasn't too sure if she was thanking him for the shirt, or the condolences. Maybe a bit of both. Melanie shifted through the small bag before retrieving a rather large shirt. It wasn't the most ideal thing, to have a large shirt hanging off of her body, but it would do for now. Until they...or she could find something more her size. Without much of a thought, Melanie slid her sweater off, and pulled the much larger shirt on. She rolled the sleeves up, and made work at tying a knot in the side of it to make it fit her a bit better. Once she felt it was situated, she tossed the bag back into the back, and folded her hands in her lap. She hadn't been responding to him while she was fixing the shirt, and now she felt the need to address everything he had said, as to not be rude.
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"I'm sorry you're not with them right now...your family, I mean. I'm assuming your family is like you, yeah? Survival instincts and such...not that I know you well. My family was picked off pretty easily, but we've all lead an easy life, bodyguards included. It's no wonder, honestly..." Melanie trailed off. She was allowing herself a moment to mourn the loss of her immediate family, now that she had one. But no more than a moment. She didn't know how long all of this was going to go on for, but she knew she needed to try to stay on her toes if she was going to make it out of this alive. "If praying would make you feel better, I'll join you. I haven't prayed a day in my life. My family was never a religious or traditional bunch. But if there is someone out there listening, I'm sure two times of the same prayer would put in a good word." Melanie mused, mostly to herself. She had struggled with the religion thing all of her life. She'd had friends who were very into religion, and wondered if they still believed in their God's now. Now that the world was beginning to end.
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That was a dark thought for Melanie. Maybe losing three siblings and two parents was taking a small toll on her at the moment. She'd be back to herself in no time. 
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"I'll keep my eye out for anyone, although it's a bit hard to see through the crowds of the dead right now. Maybe once we get a bit further out of town things will thin out...Oh! And it's very nice to meet you, Archie. Even under the current circumstances." 
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@HumansArentReal
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[kirche]

DON AND ALFIE
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"Dad, dad, dad, dad, daddaddaddadDAD!" Alfie screamed as they neared a few more of the infected - which were, by the way, practically everywhere. He flinched at the sound of their bones crunching as Don hit the gas and ran them over.


"You know, it would really help me if you stop screaming in my ear every time we encounter one of them," Don told his son, irritated. Really, he loves and treasures the kid, but sometimes he can be a pain in the ass. And ear.


He was picking his son up from baseball practice when the outbreak happened. It was a pretty normal day, until one of the kids started tearing into the others - literally. Some of the other parents ran immediately, forgetting their children, but not Don. Nope. He ran to Alfie, slung him over his back like a sad sack of potatoes and ran the hell out of there.The other kids were too busy eating - or being eaten - to notice that they had gone.


Alfie, naturally, was horrified. He had just witnessed his friends going rabid, after all. His dad set him down when he thought they were both clear, getting tired from all the running. They definitely were not clear. The rabid people were everywhere. Luckily, Alfie got over the initial shock long enough to swing his bat at an infected who actually tried to run at them. This gave his dad an idea and Don has been in charge of holding the bat ever since. They ran some more, batted a few, and managed to get back to where Don parked his car. They haven't left its safety since.


"Dad, that was a street sign," he told his dad lamely. He looked through the window to find a surprising amount of dead, well, undead. Most of them were targeted at the head, so his dad definitely didn't cause them.


"Well, I'm sorry, son," Don replied sarcastically. "'What and what not to run over when humans go rabid' wasn't exactly a part of the driver's license test."


Alfie rolled his eyes mumbling, "And you ask me why I have an attitude," before his eyes widen, yelling at his dad. "Dad, that's not a zombie!"


Don looked from the rear-view mirror, from which he was looking at his son, to the streets and noticed that, yes, that man was definitely not a zombie. He slammed his foot on the brake, holding his breath, hoping he won't accidentally kill the guy, as his car struggles to a halt.


They both let out a breath when it finally stopped, just a few mere inches near the guy. They both come face-to-face - well, faces-in-a-car-to-back-of-the-guy's-head - with a young man, with tattoos on his arms and blood everywhere on him.


"Hey," Don called out, rolling down his window. "You need any help?"


@Destructus Kloud

 

[CkSmalling]

Bishop continued to walk the lonely streets. Yea. Zombies weren't exactly good company to walk with at the moment. All he could see was death and destruction all round. Militia running around killing the living.. Or dead shit out of the zombies, families screaming around their dead loved ones, cursing and saying things like 'not my baby, take my cat instead.' Bishop could have sworn he heard someone say 'take my annoying wife instead'. Sadly karma had an ugly side and the young lady who he was eyeing was killed. And in a pretty gruesome way if i may add. Still the double DD were a fine specimen to examine, even in death. 


He turned left to a street and he was met by a valley of death. Literally. This was the work of a man who was not taking any chances. Stabs wounds were haphazard, some were still alive but they were going nowhere, just growling as they basked in the afternoon sun. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of screeching of tires. He looked up and saw a sleek black salon car. Probably a BMW or a Mercedes. From where he was, the view was kinda distorted. From the look of it, he was running over the dead. The question is why? Probably he was protecting someone to do something like that. 


Then he saw a man, average build with his body covered in ink. He was holding a knife so maybe we waste the one responsible for killing the dead.. Again. He stood at a distance waiting to see what would happen. Will he thrust his knife at the living, or would he be run down like the dead. 


@Destructus Kloud


@danaisnotreal

 

[Kloudy]

Kypher turned in surprise to hear the sound of an engine tearing down the street, even more so when he turned to see it rushing up to fill his entire view. He wasn't gonna lie, he had fully accepted that he was probably gonna get mowed down like roadkill and die right there but it turned out the driver knew what brakes were. Still, Kypher didn't flinch, but instead withdrew his carving knife from his now-dead neighbour's ass and wiped whatever it was that was sticking to the blade off on her head, before promptly cutting it off with one quick slice. Turning fully to face the driver, he raised the head with his left hand like a war trophy whilst smiling, "Well shit, so there are other people who haven't degenerated into this scum. And there was me thinking I was some sort of special snowflake." He giggled slightly, almost in a childlike manner, before tossing the head over his shoulder and walking around the side of the front of the car to the driver's window, leaning slightly on the bonnet as he came to a stop, "You know what?" He asked the man, still sporting the same crazy grin, "I think I'll take you up on that offer. Sounds like fun!" With a laugh he jumped up, seemingly filled with energy now as he spun around, waving his arms around as he gestured to their surroundings in a grandiose way, "Welcome to my neighbourhood! Other wise known as Death Sanctuary! Ahahahahaha!" Kypher laughed some more and he booted one of the crawling zombies in the side of the head, breaking it's neck," Right! Let's go - we have much revenge to exact!" And with that he jumped up onto the roof of the car, holster his carving knife with a strap and lay down, grabbing hold of the roof's side railings. It was hardly an efficient way of travelling, if anything it was even more dangerous than just staying here, but Kypher wasn't about to spend some boring trip in a stuffy little car when he could be riding it like a surfboard! Fuck it, the zombies would be his waves! Hitting the side of the car enthusiastically, he prepared himself for the journey ahead.


@danaisnotreal (I'm totally surfing your car btw)

 

[idalie]

ARCHIE MURDOCH McKEEGAN
Turning his gaze back toward the road whilst Melanie switched out her blood soaked jumper for the oversized shirt, Archie was overwhelmed with a sense of melancholy. The silence that smothered, drew out sounds of the damned. Gut wrenching screams, accompanied by the jarring deathly rattle of guttural dead. Air thick with the stench of charred flesh and burning rubber; mingling into the sewage and pools of coagulated blood. Disease would begin to fester during the first week if anyone stayed. That and the imminent threat of the walking dead. As cliche as he believed, the Scotsman begged it was a dream that he'd soon sit up from in the accommodation cabins of the lumberyard. A second chance, to get back to Scotland and see his siblings one last time. The nieces and nephews who had only heard tales and his parents whom would bicker in a loving manner every time he was questioned if he had a girlfriend.
 
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Brought back to the current present by Melanie, McKeegan almost jumped. "Hm? Ah, well. My father's an old man now, my ma too. I got two sisters and two brothers. They've spread around. My youngest sister, Eilean, is a book editor in Glasgow, while one of my brothers became a doctor in Edinburgh. My other brother, he’s a builder. Set up his own company after the economic crash. But the oldest sister, she became a teacher. Stayed home in Dumfries, married a nice lad - childhood sweethearts. I was the first of all of ‘em. A little tae much of an eejit, tae get any academic qualifications. I have one GCSE tae my name, and that’s Agriculture.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Sorry for the life story, wee eudail. But I just hope that they weren’t the pansies I knew growin’ up.” Forcing another smile, he glanced over, raising a brow. “Aye? Well, in the town I grew up, everyone went tae Church. Even if you didn’t believe in the Bearded Bastard who lived up in the bloody sky. But, you’re welcome tae lass. Times like these we shouldn’t be alone. Times like these.” Reaching down into his footwell, he grasped the bottle of scotch and pulled the cap off using his teeth to take another long swig. “Ye want some?” He offered, cocking his brow.
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Listening to her next suggestion he nodded and stretched somewhat. “Good idea, I like the way yer thinkin’. But the pleasures all mine, please. I mean, with the world endin’ and all, it’s a delight tae have good company. You dunnae get that often. Not in the stories I’ve heard.”
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@OhFallenMars
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[kirche]

DON AND ALFIE
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The stranger smiled at them. Alfie's jaw slacked at the sight of someone getting brutalized by their newfound friend. Don started reconsider whether it was a good idea not to have run him over.


"Well shit, so there are other people who haven't degenerated into this scum. And there was me thinking I was some sort of special snowflake," the stranger said, giggling. Don flinched at the sound of a cuss, looking over to his son who just rolled his eyes as if to say it's just shit, dad, get over it.


They both watched cautiously as he moved near the car, accepting their offer with an almost manic grin. He welcomed them both to "his neighborhood" which Don suspects was never really much until it officially burned to the ground in the form of corpses on the streets and sidewalks. He moved closer again, and Don thought he would finally enter the car... until he didn't and jumped onto its roof instead. Yes. The stranger hopped onto his roof.


Alfie looked at his father as if he could explain the young man's obnoxious behavior, but Don just shrugged. "Dad," he whispers in the lowest voice he could manage, careful not to let the newcomer hear, "I think you should have run him over. You could've pretended you thought he was an infected or something."


Don gave his son a stern gaze, but he also kept his voice soft when he replied, "Don't say things like that. It's not good." He leaned back on his seat, placing his hands on the steering wheel again. "You never did tell us your name," he said out loud, hinting at the stranger to introduce himself. "My name's Don and this is my son, Alfie." He shifted the gear before adding, "And I think you should hang on tight." This is going to be a bumpy ride.


He turned his car back to where they came from, ready to drive off again when he spotted a man about his height and of color. The man was clearly uninfected. This makes him open his car door slightly, half of his body outside it. He waves his hands, trying to call the man's attention without attracting anymore rabid people with his voice.


Alfie groaned, hoping this one isn't psycho.


@Destructus Kloud | @CkSmalling

 

[Kloudy]

Kypher's head popped down the side of Alfie's window and he narrowed his eyes at the boy, "You talking about me down here?" He let the awkward silence settle for a moment before laughing heartily again and back over the roof and onto his back, "Just kidding, I've been called everything under the sun, generally not very nice things either. Kypher sighed melodramatically, "Name's Kypher Hawthorne. I probably won't live long enough for that to mean anything to you, but hey, courtesy is courtesy." Squinting at the guy who in the distance who had decided to try and remain hidden. Dude must think he's a fucking ninja or something. Well Kypher was the only ninja here, as thus proved by the mass of bodies scattered around. He yelled out at the guy, "YO! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE BEFORE I FILLET YOU LIKE THAT POOR RETARD!!!" He gestured wildly at one of the zombies that was more mangled up than the others. Kypher had gotten bored.


@danaisnotreal @CkSmalling

 

[CkSmalling]

Well then clearly this guy has no regards for safety of his own or others. Yelling at him from the distance made the zombies to walk in his direction and also theirs. He saw the driver waving at him also but it was the yelling that clearly got him of guard. He made his way towards the car which was also going towards him. Suddenly a small group of maybe 4-6 zombies suddenly came to view. He hang on to his precious bag and made a run for it. 


After a couple of strides, he was at the right passenger door and quickly jumped in, wasting no time whatsoever. 


"Thank you for the lift dear sir. It nice to see there arw gentle souls left in this ruined wasteland of the city." He removed his bag and placed it between his legs. He stretched one arm towards his fellow passenger, tattoo guy, and introduced himself. "Hello my name is John Bishop. You can call me either names. He waves at the rear view mirrow so that the driver can acknowledge him and held a fist towards the boy." please don't leave me hanging"


@Destructus Kloud


@danaisnotreal

 

[kirche]

DON AND ALFIE
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At the sound of the door clicking shut, Don got in his car and started driving off, avoiding the infected for once. The man introduced himself, waving at the rear-view mirror. He gave a small saluting gesture in return.


Alfie grinned brightly at the new arrival. "Hi, John. I'm Aflie," he said as he fist bumped the older man. "That's Don, my dad, on the wheel and the man on the roof is... uhm... Kypher? Yes, Kypher." It was a pretty strange name, so it didn't feel right on his tongue. "Nice to meet you, sir," he added, already excited about their passengers.


Don stayed silent, wondering just where they're all headed anyway. He took a left turn to the main street and continued driving aimlessly.


@Destructus Kloud | @CkSmalling

 

[OhFallenMars]

[SIZE= 22px]Melanie-Rose Wilson[/SIZE]


Melanie grinned. Despite the dead uprooting themselves, and people killing other people, this man was coming to trust her enough in the few moments they've been together to open up about his life. It could just be his personality, but really, she knew people trusted her pretty quickly. He also couldn't be in any way intimidated by her. She was a tiny little bean and he was a tall man, who very, obviously had huge muscles. Which kind of sucked for her. If he decided in a moment to kill her, or do anything else, she knew she wouldn't be a match against him. The thought was a bit terrifying, but she was going to give him  the benefit of the doubt. If he was going to kill her, he could have done it already. She knew that.


"You siblings all sound like they have had very successful lives, at least. I think that in these times, memories are what matters the most..." Melanie trailed off, thinking about her own siblings with a wistful look. Yeah, they had all been a huge pain in the ass for Melanie, but she loved them regardless. "The twins are a few years older than me, and they ran a bakery. It's kind of silly, but they took all of our mothers, and grandmother's recipes and made a business out of it. It was originally a surprise for mom, but then she got sick and couldn't really work at it, so they just kept it up. Louise is the youngest, she's still in high school...or she was." Melanie bit her lip. It saddened her a bit to know Lou wouldn't ever get to go to college and experience those things... But, again, Melanie wasn't going to let it cloud her thoughts.


"As for me, I dropped out of high school at seventeen. Yes, my parents let me. They always encouraged my star qualities... I was on Broadway, by the way. I've been training for it since I was five. My parents had taken me to see RENT, and that was all it took. I was gone on anything else after that. At least I made it to my dream, before the world went to shit. I had a good eight years under my belt of doing what I loved." Melanie let out a dreamy sigh. She wasn't that upset over losing her career--those didn't matter much anymore. She was really thinking about the good times. She had been doing what she loved for eight years. It was more than she could ever ask for, honestly.


Melanie took the bottle of scotch with a tilt of her head as thanks, and took a deep swig. She hadn't had scotch in a while - she tried to stay away from hard alcohol if she could...she knew how crazy she could get in public - so it burned her throat a bit. She handed the bottle back to him, and continued to stare out the front window. It seemed the dead had been thinning out a bit since she had first gotten into the truck. She was hoping, before long, that they could avoid them all together.


@HumansArentReal

 

[Kloudy]

Kypher swung his head down the other side of the car so that he was looking at John through his window. He motioned for him to roll the window down, "I'll call JB then, after that celebrity we all hate and want to drown. So, JB, why aren't you a festering bag of rotting meat and bones? What makes you special, and not in the retarded way." Grinning, he waved one of his hands around, grabbing onto the car railing with the other. He paid no heed to the fact that the car was actually in motion, "As you can see, I've done much to assure my spot as an apocalypse survivor!" Kypher laughed aloud and swung back onto the centre of the roof, waving his arms around as if he were skydiving. 


@danaisnotreal @CkSmalling

 

[pasta]

 
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ASA PARK
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[SIZE= 12px]Asa remembered it so clearly. He was just sitting in the car with his partner, having a normal conversation when the radio station changed from music, and into an emergency broadcast. "What the hell?" Tae said as he shifted in his seat. [/SIZE][SIZE= 12px]Asa glanced over at the boy before shaking his head. "It must be a joke or something... It's impossible..." The two sat in silence for a few moments. They witnessed it... A woman attacking her own child. Horrified, Asa sped away, trying to get to a place to take shelter. They ended up stopping at a grocery to grab food. Big mistake... Tae was bit, almost bit again if it wasn't for Asa's quick reflexes. He remembered once they got into the car, Tae kept repeating the same thing over, and over again. "I'm gonna die..." It seriously scared the shit out of Asa, and all he could do was just comfort the boy. "No...You won't die... It'll be fine." That was when he didn't realize that the infection was transmitted by scratches and bites. Two days later... The boy was no more, but a corpse trying to walk, and eat Asa alive. That's not what he meant by 'you won't die.'[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]Asa let out a frustrated sigh as he thought of the stupid memory that ruined his life for ever. He was angry, so taking his anger out on every straggler he encountered was key. He rarely used the gun because he learned it attracted more the hard way. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]At the moment, he was just walking down the sidewalk... regretting not leaving the city earlier. It was so dangerous. Hoards were almost around every corner... He spotted one of the dead coming towards him. He reacted quickly by smashing the things head in with the hammer. "You ruined everything," He muttered to the now lifeless thing. He continued to smash it's head in till it was just a broken skull, and brain pulp. He dropped down to his knees, panting slightly. His blood boiled as he glanced down at the zombie. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]He never believed the zombie apocalypse would ever happened. To him it was just some fictional bullshit, but now it was reality. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]He decided it would be best if he found a car, and got away from the urban area as fast possible.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px](idk... Hopefully this fits well enough with the story ^^^)[/SIZE]

 

[idalie]

ARCHIE MURDOCH McKEEGAN 
An invested listener, Archie made sure to retain his interest and glance toward her every so often with a small nod or arch of his brows. “Nae, it ain’t silly. Tradition and recipes are two of the best combinations. Makes me wish I learnt a few of my ma’s special meals. I always thought I could get by without cooking - which was a very large underestimation on my part. Especially when I went in for the Caber Toss during the Highland Games. A nutrition specialist, or whatever the fuck they call themselves, had tae teach me. It was a fun few weeks, I’ll tell ye. I dunnae know if you Americans see it much, but what you dae, is get a tree trunk, strip it of bark, and then throw it as far as ye can. It was my favourite sport. No one crazier than a Scotsman would dream up throwin’ trees for exercise after all.” McKeegan remarked, laughing quietly at the memory. “But my siblings are dumb as they come when it's common sense. Had to travel to my sisters on more than one occasion to help her build a shelf. It had plain instructions, I simply dunnae how she missed it.” Shaking his head the Scotsman rolled his eyes humorously. Alas, his expression became sympathetic as she mentioned her younger siblings. If anything he would’ve reached over to pat her on the shoulder. Yet it seemed a little too early on for that, with complete strangers whom weren’t entirely sure if they would murder each other.
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“Dropped out of school? I got an apprenticeship to a local carpenter at sixteen. Worked for a livin’ till I could move out here, and start workin’ the lumberyards. Moved around a lot, thought about starting tae settle down.” Archie aimed a grin, till giving Melanie a look of outward admiration. “Broadway is a big thing to be a part of lass. You sure got lucky. Nae many live out their dreams but spend a lifetime chasin’ them. I know that I wanted to throw the Caber since a wee devil. My pa, was very into the tradition of Scotland, made us all wear kilts for formal occasions, and got me and my brothers bagpipe lessons. I had nae talent for instruments, though. Nae talent for writing and reading either. But I lived out what I wanted to do. Especially since I always wanted tae be a part of hunting season here. That was a blast. My father had a shotgun too, stopped usin’ it so much after the gun laws tightened.” 
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Accepting the bottle back, he took another swig before masterfully replacing the cap using one hand whilst holding the scotch between his legs. “Ye know, I was suspended from school enough times to give my mammy a small heart attack. Broke a someone's nose, after they tackled my baby brother and nicked his glasses. Then again, nowadays I would’ve been expelled for that.” Rolling his shoulders, with a stretch, he switched on the wipers as the blood on the windscreen began to obstruct his view. “Call out if ye see any of the dead on the road too. If we get them stuck under the tires, we’ll be fucked.” 
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@OhFallenMars
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[CkSmalling]

Bishop was pleased he was not left hanging by young Alfie so he smiled as he connected the fist bumb. "Nice to meet you young Alfie and Don. Thanks again for the lift. Really don't care where we go as long as its as far away from this chaos that is here."


He rested his head on the head rest and took a deep breath of relief. At least he was safe...at least that is what he is hoping for...from the chaos outside. He looked at the frantic chaos outside and he just shook his head. It is just sad as to what the world has come to. He was interrupted by Kyle..or was it paper..man that name will get some getting used to for the first few weeks if they will be rolling together. 


"Yea first things first, do not call me JB. I hate that abbreviation and anyone who calls me that name will be ignored. That is a guarantee. Now to answer your question. I am not a bag if rotten flesh cause i have managed to survive till now and plan to survive for a couple of years if possible."


He watched Kyle or something do his crazy stunts. He just let Him be himself. 


@Destructus Kloud


@danaisnotreal.

 

[Kloudy]

Kypher leaned his head back down and grinned at Bishop lopsidedly, "You're not answering my question JB: why do we need you here? Got any skills? You good at anything? Is there a reason for us to care when you eventually get gnawed on by some zombie monster? I'm just sayin' that useless people should really be left behind, you know? Don's got his car, so I suppose we need him. His son? Well I wouldn't think he's too useful either but I guess he comes part and parcel with our glorified chauffeur so we can't get rid of him. I'm quite possibly the best thing y'all are gonna get for a bodyguard, so there's that. But you, JB. What can you bring to the round table, huh?"


Of course, if Bishop did decide to ignore him, then Kypher would probably just jab him a few times with one of the knives he was now twirling around his finger as he lay off the side of the car. Any normal person would probably have been sent flying off the roof by now, but Kypher had great grip strength and stamina, so he could hold on to the side pretty easily with one hand. Every so often he would flick one of the knives at one of the passing zombies, generally giggling as the blade lodged in their eye or face before crumpling into a heap of useless flesh and bones. The fun part was that it was just as easy to do this to a zombie as it was to do to a normal person. Kypher had worried that the new scourge of the earth was gonna come in the form of super mutants of some sort, given that it was a zombie apocalypse of course. But no, thankfully they were just terribly squishy slow moving weaklings that were fairly easy to pick off. Kypher hadn't had to deal with a horde yet so he didn't exactly know if they would be harder to kill yet, but he did imagine so. And the thought excited him very much, enough so to bring his grin back at double the smileage.


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