Realistic or Modern The Beginning of the End (of the World)

[Keiser]

A nod was present, as he signaled a yes to the girl. A promise would not be broken. A sigh escaped his mouth, releasing a puff of smoke, as he got ready to fight for his life. Then, a storm of bullets was heard, way too loud, so, it was close. He sighed, facepalming himself. What a damn waste of bullets he said, in a low tone, to himself.

The male who was storming and wasting all the bullets, shouting unneccesary war cries arrived. ''Can you fight!?'' he asked. Aleks smiled, giggling. ''As long as I have this gun in my hand, I won't go without taking some of these fuckers with me.'' came out of his mouth, with determination.


He slowly got up, placing his palm on his knee and getting up, covering his body and only sticking his gun and head out trough the back window of the bullet-filled car.


When a mutant approached, he'd grab their skull and smash them into the hood of the now destroyed car. They were quite stupid, yet clever. Sooner or later, they got a hold of his technique, and started approaching him by the left, where he'd shoot them in the head, no waste of bullets. His magazine was something precious at this point, only having a full one and a few bullets left. ''Once more into the fray, Into the last good fight I'll ever know. Live and die on this day, live and die on this day.'' he said, as he saw the waves of more creatures came.

 

[mikaluvkitties]

Distantly, Kevin heard gunshots, but he guessed that made sense in the situation. There was also the faint sound of people, almost as if he had fabricated them out of the silence, and he made sure to move gingerly and as quietly as possible, not wanting to have to run in with anymore people for the day. His backpack snugly positioned in between his shoulders, he noted how the sun was close to gone.


Maybe this was a bad idea, he thought, knowing that he wasn't exactly safe out in the open with a couple of knives to protect him. Multiple times he found himself nearly drifting, chastising himself as he refocused whenever he noticed. He sincerely wanted to find somewhere better, but it seemed almost as if he were falling asleep as he walked, pushing himself until he heard a roar. An honest to god, wet your pants in terror roar. It sounded a bit off, and he kinda wanted to get closer to see what it was, attracted to the sound, figuring it must've been roaring at something, and that something might be another person, but then his self preservation kicked in and he remembered it had just roared.


As quickly as he possibly could without causing any serious noise in the sphere around him, he went towards the store, trying to ignore the sound of a gun going off, as if there were a fight. Marty would be pissed if I didn't do anything, he thought, realizing his mistake too late. Now he had to help so his brother wouldn't come back just to hit him. Sighing, he looked for a way up- he needed a vantage point, seeing as he couldn't really do anything. Damn lack of range! Finally he saw a ladder that he could use to get a bit above the ground, and decided the climb might be worth it.


And was what he saw ever worth the climb. He saw a... thing that must have been made of the stuff of nightmares, surrounded by the diseased, and a car where he could see two figures hiding, and... one was injured. He was now morally obliged to do something to help, which made it even more infuriating that he didn't know how to help! He figured he could just watch, see how it all went down, maybe chronicle it if he found paper and a pencil. To be honest, he was pretty sure these people were practically dead already, and the risk of getting caught up here, constantly having to be alert, probably wasn't worth it. The uninjured man started shooting, and to Kevin's surprise, the injured one propped himself up and started fighting, too.


And now he was invested and couldn't find it in himself to leave before this all played out, rooting for the two to survive.

 

[Valiant]

Jason emptied another magazine on the hoard of infected, reloading it again, setting the gun down and sliding it over to him with a few magazines as well, "Take it... It's got a surplus of ammo..." He crouched behind the car, his hand finally creeping to his back where it firmly grasped the handle of his broadsword, drawing the magnificent weapon, "And don't... shoot me." He added blandly, standing fully on his feet as he bore the sword proud in his hands with the tip pointed up.


With another charge he slashed through several of them, cutting his way towards the mutant, blood and infectious matter flying all over him, none to phase him however as he cleared the distance. Bringing several slashes at the massive mutant, he felt the blade sink into its thigh, he retracted the blade from the tattered flesh as and aggressive arm came around and drove him up the torso, blood immediately seeping from his chest, his shirt was torn. He only ignored the sting of opened flesh and dug the blade again into the side, the creature, responding with another swipe at his face, tearing open his cheek, he discarded it, and finally, he drove his sword into the chest, the monster, now furious, dove his arm at Jason's chest, knocking him back in a track of blood as it let out a blood curling scream. He could feel it now, the pain was stabbing him like needles everywhere.


"C'mon... you... mother... fucker..." He panted, the pain and blood loss were draining him, but he refused to let it stop his body, his will driving him over and over again towards the monster, each time leaving a new injury, and each time swatted away with a new wound of his own.

 

[KillGill]

Colton tightly gripped his sister Clarice's wrist in his hand. In his other hand his finger ringed around the trigger of his SIG-Sauer P226 9mm Semi-Automatic Pistol. Silence prevailed as he and his sister's shoes clicked on the pavement below them. In his sisters hand, she had slid her fingers around a Sickle they found at a nearby hardware store. They'd be safe in the case of one or two of the infected, but if a horde was to come they had no where to go. Colton let go of his sister's hand and stretched out the collar of his shirt.


The sound of gunfire echoed in the distance, Colton once again gripped his sister's hand as he tightened the grip on the gun. "Maybe it's other people..." Clarice peered at Colton hoping He would make an act based on her words. "That's what I'm scared of.."


Intensity flourished in the air like a cloud of smoke. "They might have supplies...Lets go.." They made sure to take their time, not wanting to attract any attention to themselves.


They Turned to the street where the gunfire had been sounded. A Few Yards away, a group of people had just finished a group of Mutants. Colton and Clarice huddled behind a nearby car. "I'm going to go first...you wait here with your weapon and I'll tell you to come out when it safe." He jumped from his spot behind the car and waved towards the group of people, signaling his presence. He paused at the sight of more hordes. He stood there frozen, he needed to run back to Clarice but couldn't get himself to move. A wave of unease swept over him as his finger remained on the trigger of the gun.


((Sorry about forcefully entering my character into the plot, I missed alot))
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[Stasia Luna]

(Man, it's tough to write in the present. Back to my normal past tense writing I go!)


Gabby was tired of hearing the gunshots, and was wondering if that man would come back.


But, when she heard that blood curling, eardrum shattering scream from a... Well, whatever it was, she knew she had to get out, whether the stranger liked it or not.


This time, Gabby kicked the lid open with ease, and took an empty metal trash can with her.


She stepped into what looked like a war zone. A creature was standing in the middle of it all, and the infected were surrounding it, though they seemed targeted on the others- an injured male propped up and fighting, another man, and the stranger, who did not seem like he was in good condition.


So, she decided to take matters into her own hands.


Gabby had no idea how to fight, but in her mind, it was better to die trying to defeat an enemy than live and never try. This was her chance! To show to these strangers that she could function without them, supervising her like a child.


Sneaking behind an infected one, she payed careful attention to the injured man with a gun- the last thing she needed was dying right now.


She elbowed the infected man, and he stumbled in surprise. She tried to kick him, and missed by what was probably eight inches. Waiting until the infected man charged towards her, she stuck out her foot, let him fall onto hard concrete, then jumped onto his back and continued jumping repeatedly, until she noticed that she started to hear cracking from his back.


Jumping off, she ran to another infected male and smashed her garbage can lid into his face, hoping she had enough force to knock him down.


And it obviously didn't work.


Shouting with rage, the male charged towards her, with Gabby ready to defend, but he kicked her and she fell to the ground instead. Screaming, she swung the trash can lid like a Frisbee, knocking him in his face, and she grabbed it quickly, panting. She increased her distance from everyone, desperately searching for anything to throw from a distance.

 

[Valiant]

The monster began to notice the increase of people that could end its life, its red optics disappeared as it leapt back onto the building and disappeared into the deep depths of the city, Jason huffed heavy and painful breaths as he fell on one knee, his sword keeping him up as the tip buried itself in the ground. Pain... it tore his body, molded it, formed it into a killing machine, and here he was, bleeding, the muscle of his torso quite visible as the very fabrics of his own muscle were visible, the flesh had left him, he was bleeding out, fast, the infected began to disappear again with the absence of their leader.


Jason felt a cold feeling wash over his brain as he muttered a few curses, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and falling on his dorsal cavity. Black. Nothingness, cold, he lost it, his conscious, it had abandoned him due to his recklessness, was he doomed to die here? What would befall his soul if he were to leave now without making amends, he had no idea, but the pain turned him into ice, numb.

 

[Keiser]

The sound of the top of the gun get stuck, and the empty click, as the last bullet carcrass flew, made him let out a heavy sigh. Thank god they hadn't been left like this when there was still waves coming, there were more people behind them, but he ignored them. The infected had ran away, or so it seemed, their leader had left.


As he got up, barely getting balance, he walked towards the nearly collapsed man. He lightly tapped the side of his head. ''Get up. I have a promise to keep. We both are screwed over.'' Aleks said, in a cold tone. He patted him once again and started dragging his foot, passing trough the alleyway, towards the hospital. ''Follow me.''








(( Bye! ))

 

[Valiant]

Jason felt the burning sensation in his heart again, even as the blood dripped down his body, his legs stood him up, with power, strength, and a drive. He turned to the man that was waving, only to sheathe his blade on his back and follow the man who had survived the onslaught with him. But first, he looked around, spotting the young girl who he had helped earlier, gesturing her towards him to follow, he didn't want to speak, but he would follow, he removed the remaining fragments of his shirt as they walked, wrapping it tight around the open wound on his chest, his torso was toned, very much so that each muscle were nearly clearly definable, this of course was not his doing, but the drug. He'd only worked on his body to an extent, the drug did the rest. Heavy strands of long hair hung from his head as he kept after the limping man.

 

[mikaluvkitties]

When the uninjured man gave the injured one a gun, Kevin found himself trying to find a reason, feeling as if he were watching the dramatic ending of a movie or television program he'd just walked in on. The man pulled out a broadsword, swinging at the infected and making a move as if he were going to the mutant itself, and Kevin almost forgot to listen for the sound of creatures near him. Then everything got a bit too hectic for him to follow, with a small girl and another boy and someone with him- girlfriend, family, or just friend?- appearing out of nowhere. Then the mutant left, jumping onto a rooftop, pulling him back to where he was. There goes that artificial sense of safety, he thought to himself, noticing that at some point in time the uninjured one had gotten injured and the originally injured one was moving again, kicking(?) the uninjured one, who got up and gestured to the small girl- daughter, perhaps?- before moving and Kevin felt like he should go down and help them.


They didn't look like they needed his help, and they could be dangerous, but they also hadn't shot the two other people to arrive, and he was probably better off in a group, anyways. He looked for a way down other than the one he took up, and upon finding none, pulled out a knife before he climbed down the way he came so he could face any creatures he ran into as he left to venture out to the group, hoping he wouldn't just get shot on sight. He was being stupid and knew it, instincts screaming at him not to approach others even as his mind tried to justify his attraction to these people. After even more uneventful happenings- something he was grateful for- he finally reached the area of the others.


A bit sheepish, hoping he wasn't about to get himself killed, he said in a loudish voice, "Hey."

 

[CosmicOwl]

"The amount of bullshit..."





Blue turns the key in the ignition, killing the engine. The battered grey Prius slowly comes to a complete stop on the shoulder of the empty highway, it's brakes squeaking delightfully as it did. The car had made a popping sound a few miles back, and now the sound was a full out THUD-THUD. THUD-THUD.


The man U hooks his seat belt and opens the driver side door, the dome light coming on, the "unbuckled seat belt" ding playing on cue. This wakes Jerry, who was asleep in he backseat. The 10-year-old boy whines, saying, "Blue..."





"Don't worry, lil' dude. I'll only be a second." Blue shuts the door, all sound from inside the Toyota muffled.


He walks around the... vehicle a numerous amount of times. He never knew what to call Priuses. SUV's? Sedans? He settles on hatchback, a more fitting title than SUV. After checking the back and front bumpers, the grille, and even popping the hood for possible engine issues, he found nothing of real issue.


Then he checks the tires.


The back lefthand tire had been coated in a thick slime of blood and congealed tissue, bones meddled in there. It stunk of foulness and infection. Rot.





"Christ almighty. I hope it didn't pop the tire."





Blue takes the length of rebar off his belt, his only weapon besides the pilfered stiletto knife he'd marauded off a corpse. He scrapes the medley of human parts off it, tendrils of crimson taking to the rubber tire. He continues on with this tedious process for a whole 26 minutes, taking care to remove all tiny bone fragments and... teeth? Ugh.


Once the threat to his transportation is removed, the tall man stands up, vertebrae popping pleasurably. He replaces his rebar on his belt and look into the backseat. There lies Jerry, his brown hair matte to his forehead with sweat, a Shih Tzu plushie wrapped in his spindly little arms.


A sudden tear comes to Blue's eye. Jake should be back there, dammit! And he just let him die...


He shakes his head, his artificially purple hair shaking. He wouldn't think about such things.


He enters the hatchback (yeah... that feels about right) once more, buckling his seat belt, starting the car, beginning his traveling playlist CD, which always began with "Let's Hear It For The Boy," and speeds off, a major metropolitan city looming ahead.

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He stops the hatchback for a final time. The derelict apartment building casting a shadow over the Toyota. Blue turns the car off once again, the dome light coming on dim, the ding... ding filling the small car.





"Buddy. Jerry, wake up. C'mon, up and at 'em." Blue shakes his younger brother lightly.


The autistic young man blinks awake, revealing matte brown hues. "Blue... I'm hungry..."





"We'll eat when we get settled. C'mon, let's go."





Blue takes their supplies and duffel bags from the trunk as Jerry runs into the apartment complex, finding a place for them to stay.


At least until the morning.


Infected are nowhere to be seen, at least in the immediate vicinity. This comes across as relief and fear in Blue's mind. Less Infected to deal with...


... but who got rid of them?


Jerry finds a nice 2 bedroom tucked away on the 5th floor, one of the last ones before a stairwell to the roof. They settle in, Jerry immediately lulling into unconsciousness on the couch. The bed in the guest bedroom... The sheets had a new coat of red paint, to say the least.


As Blue blows out the last candle, a picture of his mother surfaces from the recesses of his enigmatic mind. Was she still alive? Should he care?





No. He decides. The man unfurls his plaid sleeping bag and slides into it, the image of his estranged mother the last thing he sees before he falls asleep.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

Charlie had forgotten she was walking. She had also forgotten the sun had nearly set. She didn't feel the winds pick up and swirl around her. She didn't hear the crunch of gravel beneath her converse as she walked. The man... Aleks. Was he okay? Did she just abandon him to die? What was she doing here anyway? What use was a 19 year old that could shoot a bow marginally well? As her existential crisis begins to envelope her, the hospital comes into view.


It was a rather large property and had served as the main hospital for many years despite it being a distance from the center of town. It was only closed a year before the plague began so they was probably still a good deal of medical supplies if it hadn't been raided. A looming building surrounded by a respectable fence lined with barb wire at the top. Those barbarians were probably discouraged by the threat of actually doing something. She is shaken from her worries at the promise of a challenge. She begins to walk the perimeter of the fence before finding a gap. It was too small for a grown man. For her, it was doable. With a small bit of a struggle. She writes 'Aleks' in the dirt near the hole. He may have to cut it open further but it was an entryway.


She shoves her things through to the other side first before shimmying through the gap. She covers it with some foliage after she makes it through. <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_02/Crying.gif.267c4aeda91db2f4745296d0a2ec15ad.gif" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="42251" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_02/Crying.gif.267c4aeda91db2f4745296d0a2ec15ad.gif" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>The only comfort about this place was that no infected could get in. She enters the building through a broken window, circling back to open the main door for Aleks. He promised... He promised he'd be here. He'll be here. Charlie drops her things on the floor of the waiting room.


Then, as if something had broken inside of her, Charlie begins to sob. All of this was beginning to weigh on her. She hasn't even lived a fourth of her life and she was going to die. Loveless. Loneliness. Orphaned. She could only put on this facade for so long. She had been forced into this, forced to pretend that she's okay and that she's strong. That she's okay with dying alone. Here she was safe and here she could be vulnerable, unjudged. She could only hope Aleks - her only friend, a stranger she just met! - wasn't angry at her for her choice to run.

 

[Keiser]

His feet was being dragged, with his hand still in his wound.

A teen suddenly appeared, right infront of them, he looked back, looking at the bearded male, then back at the kid. ''We could've killed you. You shouldn't pop out with people.'' he said, with autorithy. Aleks was with way too many things in his mind to bother to have another weight on his shoulders, so he passed right at the side of him.





A bit more, come on body, just a little bit more. They were already at the near entrance, and when he saw it from afar, a smile appeared on his face, looking over his shoulder and signaling for the male to come. ''We're almost there, come on.'' Aleks, a hole said. There was an opening in the fence, maybe the girl made it, but, obviously, since she's the only one who knew his name. He ducked over it, with effort, but gained it, entering the building.


The girl was sobbing, god knows why. Was she robbed? Who knew, that was probably the reason she was crying so loudly. ''We're back, and this guy helped me. Promises don't break.''

 

[RealisticFantasy]

She straightens at the sound of a voice, wiping her eyes. It was him. He was okay. She tries not to seem like she was crying despite her red and still watery eyes. "You didn't break your promise." She sniffles, looking away from the pair. "This would be a good place for a base. We could start a safe haven here..." She walks over to the fish tank sitting in the corner of the waiting room. Though it held no water or fish, the decorations were still in place. It's hard to think that less than a year ago this tank, this room was filled with life.


"It looks far too neat for it to have been raided so there should be plenty of medical supplies. Maybe, if we're lucky, even some nonperishables. But, first things first, we need to get you two treated. Proper bandages and disinfection...." She turns back to the stranger now that her eyes have dried. "Maybe a hair cut." She flashes the ghost of a smirk but it quickly fades. "How's that sound, gentlemen?"

 

[Stasia Luna]

Gabby stiffened. "I didn't come out with these people.. I only know him." She pointed at the stranger that had found her, while brushing her blonde hair out of her face.


Looking at the stranger, he gestured for her to follow, which she didn't object to. Trudging beside him, Gabby followed the others... To wherever they were going.


Gabby was surprised as they walked into the abandoned hospital and met a girl, who was in the lobby. She and the man that scolded her talked easily to each other, like... Like they knew each other. Her mind burned with curiosity. How? Since when?


Watching the adults talk, she never felt more out of place. We're these people even trustworthy? She didn't want to hang around anyone who could and would kill her without curing her family first.


If they're still alive...


Biting her lip, Gabby scanned the room quickly. If the men, or at least some of them, went, she could search around for supplies, and possibly reside them. If these people decided they didn't want her, which most did, thinking she was another person to feed, she could find those supplies and escape easily, with extra help.


But she hasn't made decisions yet, and neither did the others. She stood quietly, tapping her foot softly, and waiting for an answer or remark from anyone.

 

[Keiser]

The girl wasn't amazed at their presence, that made him feel good and bad at the same time. The girls had also eyeballed the other male a bit, so, he shook his head, grinning. He grabbed his backpack from the floor and picked out a blue condom, a medium size,and throwed it at her, with his working arm.


''Go on! Think I didn't see you?'' he said, laughing at the end. ''But, I have the golden ticket.'' he said, letting out a playfull wink. He was obviously joking, but, he was bored anyway.


A hard sigh escaped his mouth, as he let himself collapse onto the floor of the place, leaning on the wall. ''This place was sweeped off a long time ago, I live here. Don't you see all the drawings I leftall over the place?'' Aleks said, in cold tone.


A metal flick, as he got out his ligther and a cig, putting the cig inhis mouth and giving another flick to the lighter, making his ciggar snap onfire. A soft cloud was let out, as he gave a big breath away, letting it calm his nerves.


''Why do we even try to survive, only to go past what happened past here, why not just..'' he paused, as he lifted up his gun and stuck the barrel to the side of his head, pulling the trigger and the metal click of no bullets came out. ''Do that? We'd be done.''

 

[Valiant]

The male frowned at the verbal gesture toward himself, the words flowing like needles to his mind as he glared at the girl. He wasn't one who liked to be helped, he instead, walked past her ignoring the room of people, finding an empty surgery room. The supplies were still in tact, wonderful. His tough and blood-soaked hands wrapping around a burner and syringe, the syringe was empty, no good. He wouldn't be able to perform this cauterizing with anaesthetics. This was going to hurt, bad. Once he was certain he was isolated to his physical ability, he lit the burner, taking in sharp breaths through his teeth as he worked up the courage to seal the wound.


He wouldn't talk to the other survivors, the pain was what he needed to take care of first, it was his main priority. His arms and chest flexed tight as he ran the burner over his chest, a roaring moan coming from the depths of his throat, his blood boiling. He hated this pain, but, he was used to it, it was his eternal pain, if the infection would never seep into his blood, turn him, he'd have to live with cleaning up the mess. A loud ringing spotting his ears as he let go of the burner, dousing it quick, it burned, but the blood was gone, now, a horrifying carnage of purple flesh clung together, it would heal, it would take time. He stumbles to one of the cabinets, searching frantically for a pill, some painkiller, anything to help him take his mind off of it.


His trench coat sat on the table, its arms extended off either end, wanting to embrace him, but being the deceased animal's skin, it would never move unless its master moved it. Jason soon found a bottle, and popped a few in his mouth, letting a lethargic breath escape him, sliding down to the ground, his legs extended out, his back to the counter, his head hanging. His arms rested firmly in the gap the angled outward around his hip. The tears he had let run down his slashed face only made it sting all the worse, grabbing a fray roll of bandages, he began to wrap his head, until half of it was covered. Jason sat, the darkness of the room swallowing him, the window letting a small peer of light in.

 

[Stasia Luna]

As soon as the man was finished speaking, Gabby whirled to him, her stomach ablaze.


"Why try to survive? Because we can't give up hope! Are we just supposed to let humanity die off, and us go along with them? I don't know about you, but I would be ashamed if I died without trying to do something about this!"


She cursed herself. She was just supposed to be the quiet twelve year old, until she could find somewhere to go! But she had already started on her rant, against the question that had been battling her for a month, at least. She quickly carried on.


"The infected can't take care of themselves; we need to cure them, or at least assist! If we die, we die trying to do the right thing." Gabby huffs.


"We, as survivors, can't just let the world die off and die along with them like cowards! We have to do something!"

 

[CosmicOwl]

Blue awakes to the sound of splintering wood. He sits straight, shaking off the tempting hands of sleep, looking around the living room for the source. When he does find it, he jumps out of his sleeping bag, immediately going to wake up Jerry.


The half of the flimsy front door lays on the hardwood in front of it, an Infected groping inside the apartment. It's hands are missing, and the few teeth it has hang loosely from festering gums.


"C'mon, bud. Pack your stuff." Blue takes his rebar from his belt loop as Jerry begrudgingly packs things up. The Infected is halfway inside, and it looks to be stuck. Taking this opportunity, Blue takes a running start and slams his rebar pole down onto its head. It splatters, leaving skull fragments and brain matter and blood leaking down the door. Blue checks the caught Infected for anything of use. Old bubblegum. Toss. Penlight. He pockets this, knowing he'll find batteries somewhere.

Then, from its belt, something shines, like its a gift from the heavens.

He takes the Colt from its makeshift holster, feeling the weight of it, looking down its sights. He'd never handled a gun like this before, but the mechanics were familiar. He presses a small circular button next to the trigger. A translucent clip ejects, revealing 8 nice, copper bullets. Smiling, he puts the clip back into the gun and cocks the slide, a shell clinking to the floor.





"Let's get outta here."

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The Prius stops in front of an abandoned hospital about a mile from the complex. Blue takes his gun and deactivates the safety. He informs Jerry that he can come with him, but he has to be quiet. Making a lip-zipping motion and humming "Zip it, lock it, put it in your pocket," Jerry tags along. They enter the desolate place of health, neither of them exactly knowing what they're here for.


Then, Blue hears voices.





"Hello? Anyone there?"





@RealisticFantasy @Keiser

 

[RealisticFantasy]

"Go on! Think I didn't see you? But, I have the golden ticket." She catches the condom, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smirk. "You haven't got a golden anything." She teases, slipping the condom into her pocket with a joking wink. ''This place was sweeped off a long time ago, I live here. Don't you see all the drawings I left all over the place?'' She walks back over to him, glancing around. "I didn't get a chance... And, I don't appreciate that tone."


''Why do we even try to survive, only to go past what happened past here, why not just..'' She frowns as he pauses to lift his gun to his head. As he pulls the trigger, a familiar click is heard. ''Do that? We'd be done.'' She opens her mouth to say something, but another voice cuts in. The voice of a young girl. "Why try to survive? Because we can't give up hope! Are we just supposed to let humanity die off, and us go along with them? I don't know about you, but I would be ashamed if I died without trying to do something about this! The infected can't take care of themselves; we need to cure them, or at least assist! If we die, we die trying to do the right thing. We, as survivors, can't just let the world die off and die along with them like cowards! We have to do something!" Charlie narrows her eyes at her. How did she not notice the kid before? "She yours?" She raises an eyebrow to Aleks. She shakes her head, continuing on before he can answer. "Regardless, keep an eye out for her. She's smart. I'm gonna go see where Goldilocks ran off to without a proper introduction. Don't wait up."


Charlie turns to leave and follows the same route she saw the stranger take. A deep, pained moan informs her that she is headed in the right direction. She finally finds the room he disappeared to. She sees him sitting with his face half-wrapped. She knocks on the open door gingerly. "Knock. Knock. Can I come in?" She leans into the room, as if his word had any actual authority over whether would could enter and who couldn't.

 

[Valiant]

Jason's shadowed face looked up at the girl entering the room, a grizzly grunt filling his throat in an attempt to respond, the pain was unbearable, he'd want to vomit if he spoke. The contractions in his stomach were unbearable, tearing him apart internally. His muscular torso was distinctive in the dark room, a tribal tattoo covering his right forearm, the sword, and gun sitting on the table. Blood spewed on the ground where he had put his will to the test.


He didn't move, his body was like a statue as he sat there, giving his body time to recover, he was still hungry, his stomach rumbled, it hurt, the acids sloshed around, nearly forcing him to throw up, he coughed a bit, some blood forming on his lip. His azure eyes fixed back down to the ground, finding it interesting in its dampened pattern. The entirety of the events that day had left him exhausted, wanting nothing more than for everything to be over, and in all honesty, he would have put the gun to his head, and pulled the trigger had that little girl, the young man, and the girl who now entered the room have stepped into his life.


He had a reason to live, it tickled his heart, a muscle that was upset from his acceptance to die. No, he wanted to live now, to protect them until his time had truly come, to the day where his death would be uncontrollable. It was not time to die, no, it was time to rise to the light, to pick up the blade, and carry the name he once held when in service, Edge.

 

[mikaluvkitties]

Listening to injured guy number one, Kevin was about to speak in his defense when he just. Kept. Walking. Dickmunch, Kevin thought, Did he really just do that? I mean, seriously, did he think I hadn't examined the situation first? Do I really look like I have much I wanna do in life that means I shouldn't get myself killed? Kevin huffed, thinking for a second about going back to where he'd been before realizing that it would take to long to get there, meaning he was stuck with dickmunch as well as injured guy number two and his daughter. He trudged along after them, knowing that they could probably kill him at any moment, even if two of them were injured and the third a kid. He also knew, however, that the creatures were worse. He kept a safe distance, though, because, you know, he liked living.


The group came to a stop at an abandoned hospital like place, and dickmunch seemed to lead them inside. He was shifting on his feet, thinking about if he should go in or not, when he heard the unmistakable sound of a car, quickly hiding in a bush (okay, so it was a bit cliche, but whatever) and saw it come to a stop at the hospital. Is there gonna be a fight? That's not cool. He nearly sighed in relief when he saw a child get taken out of the car, and saw whoever had taken him out go up to the hospital. Looked like things were gonna heat up again, and Kevin followed the kid and his gaurdian at a relatively safe distance inside. There was a voice that sounded vaguely like dickmunch, and Kevin nearly shit himself when the guy asked if anyone was there, thinking he'd been seen for a moment. He thought about announcing his presence, and realizing he'd already been acting pretty suicidal, figured why not?


"What's up?"

 

[RealisticFantasy]

Her eyes widen a bit at his response, followed by a noticeable rumble of his stomach. She starts to rifle through the cupboards until she finds a box of crackers. She opens the box and sets it beside him. "What on Earth did you do to yourself? ...Don't answer that. I'll get you all patched up." She flashes him a smile and disappears out the door momentarily. She soon returns with some proper bandages and a bottle of water. She sets the water next to the crackers.


"Cauterizing might have to wait until we find something a little bit stronger than those." She nods to the bottle of pills as she walks over to the table. She picks up his coat and sets the bandages at one end. Walking over to a hook on the back of the door, she hangs up his coat and ask, "Can you get up there? I might be able to stitch it if I can find a needle and thread." She starts pulling out drawers and searching through them. "That is, of course, if you want me to."

 

[CosmicOwl]

"Shit!"





Blue turns around, his M1911 pointed at head level to the source of the voice. The boy looks no older than 16, and there's a goofy ass grin plastered on his face. This makes Blue already not trust him. He takes Jerry, who whimpers, and shields him behind his back, taking a step backward.





"Don't take another step, or I'll put a bullet in your brain. I'm sorry if I'm imposing on your 'property'," the man says, doing air quotes with his free hand. "But I'm just here for meds- shit, behind you!"





Blue points behind the stranger. About 6 Infected seem to come out of the woodwork, moving quickly.





"Get inside, quick." He pulls Shortstuff inside and closes the door to the hospital, just as the smallest one reaches it. A crimson handprint smudges the glass door. Blue takes his rebar and squeezes it between the 2 doors. He doesn't like the idea of only being gone with a tiny knife and his gun with a finite amount of rounds available.





"Well, we're stuck in here. For now, at least. You mind showing me to a damn bed?" Blue asks, not knowing there were more people here, and this wasn't the kid's property.

 

[mikaluvkitties]

Kevin's smile hadn't fallen when the gun was aimed at him, but the kid whimpering made his lips dip down a bit, smile prevailing in the end. When he turned to see what the guy was mentioning, however, his smile dropped, self preservation finally showing up. The guy who had just a second ago aimed a gun at his head pulled him inside, and he couldn't help but think how funny it was that people dropped what they were doing and helped each other when the infected showed up.


He listened as the guy talked, pretending to still be catching his breath to prolong talking to this guy, finally biting the bullet and looking up at the guy, smile not yet regrouping, saying, "Can't. Don't know where a bed is. I'm gonna guess it's your first time around these parts. Mine too. Name's Kevin. Nice to meetcha." He held out a hand, hoping the guy would take it and perhaps share his name. After all, he had just saved his life and he couldn't quite be a good damsel in distress without learning his name, right?

 

[Keiser]

"Why try to survive? Because we can't give up hope! Are we just supposed to let humanity die off, and us go along with them? I don't know about you, but I would be ashamed if I died without trying to do something about this! The infected can't take care of themselves; we need to cure them, or at least assist! If we die, we die trying to do the right thing. We, as survivors, can't just let the world die off and die along with them like cowards! We have to do something!"a girl said. He puffed another cloud of dark smoke, before even more males entered the place.

''God damn it.'' he mumbled, under his breath. He glanced at everyone, deep into the eyes, before he got up. ''You guys have fun giving orders in my damn house, something I builed up and boarded up. Fuck all of you univited kids. I come to realize I'm better off alone. Have fun saving the people who will bite your brain off, I'll have fun blowing their brain up.'' he shouted, pointing at everyone, before throwing the cigar to the ground and stepping on it.


Aleks punched the wall, before going outside, jumping trough the same window. He sneaked past the infected, and jumped a fence, his ankle smashing and sending a striking pain to his body, before walking trough the same alleyway he had came. The sky was black, nearly pitch black, and the heavy smoke didn't help. He grabbed the bandana out of his backpack, before placing it over his nose.


A passerby was crossing the street, he approached by his pack and gave a quick whip to the side of his head, knocking him out, leaving a bleeding wound. He grabbed his backpack, and started to scavange it. Beans, water, and a black star pistol, with a few bullets, and finally, a combat knife.


Yes! he thinked, as he grabbed all the trasure he had found, before getting up and running away.