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

[Valiant]

Jason said nothing, just stood, using his hands on the counter to aid his ascension. Sore muscles aching and loose joints popping, he hoists himself onto the table. His wound was already cauterized, he hoped this woman knew what she was doing. His mangy hair fell in odd ways, it appeared naturally straight, but over time had been warped by sweat and grime, his own beard, rough and violent, as if the man had just survived on a beach his entire life, sun-dried and suddenly brought back to land.


His lips were cracked, sores littered his body, he had bruises forming over several of his bones and muscles. He refused to answer the girl, unsure as to whether or not he could trust her, she was gentle, but the man he had been with before had fought more battles with him than she had. For all he knew, she could be buttering him up, only to stick him through with a knife. He was tough, but at this state, he was in no condition to fight, much less, move. Breathing heaving breaths through his nostrils, he sat, his jeans on the edge of the table as his fingers ran themselves along the tattoo. The ink representing the blood he had lost on that day, the brothers... he lost.


This girl, no, this woman, she appeared to be past the age of simply being known as a girl, had offered him assistance and followed him whenever he sought solitude, what a strange outcome. He thought he'd have to fight this all alone. On the top of feminine figures, he began to wonder as to where the young girl would have gone, if she'd stayed with the man who still made him a tad cautious, yet, had won his respect in the firefight.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

"So, you helped Aleks, hm? ...That was kind of you." She talks softly as she searches the drawers for a needle and thread. "I just ran. I didn't even think twice. A world like this makes you like that, I suppose. Before all this, I wouldn't even want to see blood. And, now... Now, I don't even think about sending an arrow through the heart of a stranger." A bead of liquid makes its steady descent from her eye down her cheek to eventually fall silently to the counter top. She sighs softly, refusing to return her gaze to him and allow him to see her sadness. Though, her voice wavers and break every so often, she tries to hide her weakness. "Nineteen years old and I can't count the amount of lives I've taken on my two hands."





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She had never felt so helpless and vulnerable. She tried to find a way to put it on these strangers, to blame them for her sudden downfall. Seeing them, talking to them reminded her that every bandit out there, every infected had a life, a history, a family. They are - or were - human. They had dreams and hopes, fears and weaknesses. It was so much easier pretending that they were some creatures, some animals that wanted nothing but to hurt others. But, they were just like her - just trying to survive.


She finally finds what she was looking for. Grasping the needle and thread and placing it on the counter top, she hangs her head allowing her tears to plummet to the surface and collect in a small pool. "But, that's what happens. It's a kill or be killed world. A... very... lonely one." The word lonely breaks with a soft sob and she silently curse herself. She chose this. She had no one to blame but herself. She lifts her head to the cupboard, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of one arm and grabbing a bottle of disinfectant with the other. Turning back to him with a forced smile, she grabs her supplies and returns to the tableside. "But, you don't want to hear about that."

 

[Valiant]

He never moved, though her words shot into his ears, raging through his veins, they were true... And relatable. He had never wanted any of this either, in this world where all he knew was isolation, her voice seemed to call out to him. She was the same. She had had to kill, still had to kill, had to survive, to do what she could. And there she was, standing in front of him and all he could do was grunt as her kind gestures. What a lousy way to view himself. With the boiling blood in his veins, a raspy words trailed from his lips, "Jason." There was nothing but silence from that, his words stabbing his prolonged silence, slaying it. His throat ached, parched, he thumbed himself out a cracker and took a swig of water, dousing it down. He finished with a satisfied gasp.


"Thank you..." He turned his face towards her, the light shining in his azure eyes, the flames of hope burning once more in them. The brazier that had died long ago, re-lit from this woman's words, she spoke truthfully. "And, Aleks, I helped that man only because I assumed he needed help... You ran because you wanted to survive." He put his hands on his knees, "You ran, because you wanted to live for him, didn't you? You made a promise..." He recalled the conversation Aleks and her had had when they arrived at the hospital. Clearing his throat from the rasp, he proceeded to speak, "Anyway, my name, is Jason, or Edge, if you'd prefer to call me that." He ran a finger underneath his nose for an itch in between the nostrils.


His arms and chest were dirty, sweaty, bloody, and torn. The cauterizing could only do so much, she wanted to help him, he could see it in her eyes, the way she spoke... "You know... you don't have to hide your crying from me. I've killed my fair share of them too, a lot changes in a person after surviving through all this. It's hard..." He clenched his fist, thoughts of his wife flashing in his mind, "Sometimes... You have to lose things..." A salty tear fell from his visible eye, "To gain freedom for a new age... To produce something new, something greater." He swallowed a hard lump, staring at her. Sniffling once as he wiped the tear from his cheek, then his eyes.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

"I'm Charlie. Charlotte. Whichever. And, regardless of whether or not I wanted to live, it was cowardly to run. Who am I to exchange my life for another? If he were to die out... Well, I'd rather not think about what I would've done." She tries to talk coolly as she reaches for a cloth, covering the opening of the the disinfectant and inverting the bottle. He may be expressing sympathy, allowing her to cry but to her it was only weakness. Revealing your weaknesses was how you got hurt or killed. A pang of regret races through her as she realizes he can still turn around and stab her in the back. She meets his gaze momentarily to see a tear making its trail along his cheek.


She decides it's best to not make eye contact. "This is gonna to hurt..." She mumbles apologetically as she begins to clean his wounds, blotting them gently. Here she was, helping a stranger who had so clearly wanted to be alone before. Every choice she had made in the past 24 hours seemed like the wrong one. She was left with nothing but regret and a painful pang of loneliness. The comfort of another human was making her sentimental. The heat, the sensation of skin against skin, the emotions... Her mind was screaming to hold tight and never let go but her body wouldn't allow it. Her fingers twitch as they brush against his skin.


"Since this started, I've felt like I was the only sane one out there. All alone. It... It's incredibly crushing, just the thought of it. But, you don't realize it until you're reminded that you're only human. Only one human. I hate feeling like this. It's torture. I feel like the world is mocking me. Just a few inches from other human and I've never felt more lonely." She chuckles scornfully at the words that seem to leave her mouth without thought. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be bothering you with my life story." After she finishes cleaning his injuries, she disposes of the rag and pulls out a lighter to heat the needle, still refusing to make eye contact.

 

[Valiant]

He gritted his teeth, groaning as the pain spreads across his chest, burning. How long had it been since his body had been relaxed... that morning? It felt like a lifetime. He breathed with a lot of power in his nose, the inhales and exhales, sharp and fierce, to keep his mind off of the pain, he'd need more oxygen, that would be best. No pain. Wonderful. Unfortunately, he wasn't given the leisure as she got the needle ready, this wasn't the first time he'd seen one of them, and it'd sure heart a whole lot less than the burner he had used earlier. A deep inhale told him that he could trust her, however, her eyes never met his, giving him the impression he should stop trying. His hands on the edge of the table, gripping tight, he could have felt the metal bending when she disinfected him, had he been paying attention.

 

[Keiser]

His smirk went away, as he saw a group of bandits, kicking another group of people. They were defenseless, screams from women and men were as high as the laughter of the bandits. He clenched his fists, as he approached the group, grabbing a metal pipe of nearby. As he creeped trough the edge of the wall, he approached the bandits, one by one, before he let out a shot, smacking the head of one, killing him.


The hit had reached his brain, pink remains were blown across the streets, the men and woman backing away. Another swing to the bandit, not with much force, since he was still wounded, but it was enough to blow him away. The bandit spit blood, as he got in a fighting stance. He threw away the pipe, shouting once again and tackling the man to the ground, proceeding to go berzerk over his body. A smash after a smash to his face, grabbing his hood and using it as a tool to smash him. ''You took everything from me, now I take everything from you!'' he screamed, in a war cry manner.


The situation reminded him of him and his friends, how they were killed one by one, the pain that he went trough as he saw, and that only made his body fill with desire to kill these people. As he slowly got up from his knees, Aleks gave him a last kick, before spitting out some more blood.


A glance to the people, and then back to the body, walking away slowly. The group was still terrified, they had no idea if he would kill them too, but, he ignored them. He ducked, grabbing the backpack of the bandits, opening them and grabbing all inside of them.


Aleks was sick of the crowd of people back at the refuge, and they seemed to be so hard-headed that they stayed, and that just made him more angry. He wasn't perfect, anger would mostly flow trough him, but, you can't change something that has been corrupted.


A single look at an abandoned home, and he decided to walk inside it, throwing the backpacks away and sitting down. Aleks reached for a can of beans, smashing it against the cold, concrete floor, seeing the metal pieces make noise as they hit the ground, then eating them, with his bare hands.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

She shakes the needle in attempt to help it cool before she threads it. "I can cut your hair if you want that done. Maybe not a salon style and blow dry but it'll be out of your eyes." She raises her gaze to his eyes for just a moment with a crooked smile. "It'll hurt less, the less you think about it. Do you want those crackers? You sounded like you were starving earlier." She tucks the hair that had fallen in front of her eyes behind her ears. She had sewn cloth in the past, not excellently but with a decent amount of skill. However, she never had the obligation to sew someone. Flesh was an entirely different medium than cloth. She wasn't planning on letting him know that. As long as she could get past her squeamishness, there should be no complication.


As the needle break his skin for the first time, she winces slightly. It was not a pretty sight seeing the small metal object disappear into him and reappear. "I'll try to make this quick." She counted each stitch, focusing on the numbers rather than the actual act and trying to deviate her thoughts from something that would've made her vomit before the outbreak began. "Maybe we can find you a new shirt, too."

 

[Valiant]

He nods, saying nothing more, the needle barely bothering him, the skin was already dead around every inch that counted, his muscles tightening as if they expected to feel a substantial amunt of pain, though, no such feeling arose. His hair falling back in front of his eyes, the Adam's apple in his throat moving down once to indicate swallowing, then back up as a muscle contraction could be heard. He watched the girl the whole time, amazed as to why she would still be trying to help him, she barely knew him, but as of now, words had escaped his mind entirely. Waiting patiently for her to finish, he looked around the room, blue eyes grazing across shadows, and the small light from the window.


Suddenly illuminating as he widened them a tad, then shut them in exhaustion all the same way. He was beaten down right now, nothing he could do, the feeling was awful, he felt useless. He wanted to eat, to drink something, but with her there, he assumed such an action would be rude, improper.

 

[CosmicOwl]

Blue looks at the boy as he still has that fucking grin on his baby face. He wants to knock that damned grin off his face. Then, he extends an arm for him to shake.


Ugh.


"Let's just go. I'm tired, and my little brother is, too." With that, Blue holsters his gun and leads the way deeper into the hospital, the only light coming from his flashlight.


They walk through the hospital for a few hours, checking rooms, pilfering the few meds there were.


Then, there were the voices. Blue heard them for a second time, although they were much closer now. He shushes 'Kevin' and Jerry and moves closer. Once again, he unholsters his M1911 and moves toward the door.


He slowly places a hand around the door, and bursts it open, his gun up.





@TheeeIrish @mikaluvkitties

 

[RealisticFantasy]

She finishes stitching him up and bends her head to snap the thread with her teeth. Tying it off, she finally raises her gaze to his eyes once more. "Did I clean those?" She nods to the wounds on his face. "If not, I probably should." She walks over to where he was sitting before and retrieves the box of cracks and unopened water bottle. Handing them to him and reaching for the bandages, she says, "You eat while I wrap these up." She continues on with her treatment of the stranger, humming softly to herself. Who would've thought all those shows she used to watch would provide useful knowledge for the future?


"What's your plan after getting all patched up? Run off by yourself again?" She refuses to offer the other option - the option of him staying. Though her pangs of loneliness only seem to cut deeper as her contact with humanity became prolonged and more intimate, she refuses to get attached to someone she hardly knows and probably hardly ever will know. But, the words were unrelenting and her mind was only encouraging them. They soon found their way out. "Because you don't ha-" She was interrupted by the door being thrown open and a gentleman standing in the doorway with his gun aimed at them - and a boy that didn't seem too much younger than her. Damn it. You left your bow, you idiot. She drops the bandages and turns with her hands up. "Easy there, tiger. Room's occupied." @mikaluvkitties @CosmicOwl

 

[mikaluvkitties]

The refusal of his hand makes Kevin falter a bit, not really getting the reason behind it. The guy looks a bit upset, too, and that doesn't make sense to him either. The guy mentions his little brother, and Kevin's glad to at least know how the little fits in to the guy's life. Then he realizes the guy said something about being tired, and that his hand is still out, and quickly pulls it in before following. His grin's gone, replaced with vacant awe as they walk around the hospital, Kevin wondering how long it's been here. Really, the history this place must have.


He wanted to talk to the other individual, but didn't really think he'd approve, whispering to himself occasionally and stealing looks at the little brother every once in a while. God, he was beginning to miss his brother. He shoulda just been happy with the room, then he wouldn't be here, right? He was kinda off to another place when he heard shushing, catching the eyes of the individual he'd followed. He wondered idly if that was his natural hair color, and if not how it was still dyed, before the guy pulled out a gun. Now he kills me, Kevin thought, going a bit rigid as he cautiously followed him with his gaze. He wasn't smiling, refusing to be one of those people who smiled when they died.


Then he burst into the room near them, and he let out a sigh of relief. There were people inside the room, he noted, and he immediately recognized injured guy number two, who seemed to be sporting some new sewing, not recognizing the random chick with him. He almost said hello to injured guy number two out loud with that titled before catching himself, though he let himself wave. God, it's gonna get hard to refer to all these people without using names, he thought, remembering very consciously to not grin.

 

[Valiant]

Jason stared at Charlie, the kindness of her words touching his heart, running a finger along the rough stitching, shabby work, but it'd hold. Standing, he put his trenchcoat over top his scarred torso, "I intend to be out of your lives by tomorrow," He strayed her hand away, not wanting any more of the soft touch that had soothed him. That sort of feeling would only make him weak, and if he even cared, he'd have to push her away as much as he could. For he too was dangerous, a super soldier, created by the drug and damned to walk along the earth, surrounded by his 'luck'. "And... there's no need to keep your care over me, I have survived countless nights before..."


The door flew open, his revolver immediately off the table, in his gloved hands and aimed at the head of the stranger who kept his gun pointed at Charlie, she raised her hands, but he only pulled back the slammer, letting the bullet load, "Drop it." His voice was stern yet rough, "I promise you, a little toy like that isn't going to prevent your own demise should you keep that barrel aimed at her any longer." His second hand raised to support the weight of the gun, stabilizing it.


"Do us a favour and drop it." The clear, poor stitching on his chest was gruesome, not making his already long-haired, bearded figure seem any kinder. His mind had flashed the spark of combat he was ever so used to, refusing to let the handle of his gun go, his finger already seducing the trigger, ready to tense up in a second and tighten towards his own hand. The fragment of death would leave the barrel, probably knock him back a few feet. But, of course, this was only his mind relaying these details, not the events of reality.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

Charlie glances back from the armed stranger to Jason. Just before that do flew open, he referring to himself as separate from the rest of the group. Now, he seemed genuinely concerned about her and calling the two of them 'us' was him admitting some sort of connection or some form of affection. Maybe she was just going crazy, hearing what she wanted to hear. Of course, she wanted to hear that someone wanted to stay with her and protect her especially when the world was going to shit like this. But, then again, that was a weakness that might get her killed.


"Gentlemen, let's not resort to violence. Put your guns down." Any time prior to the outbreak, this would've been an entirely valid argument on its own. In times like these, you were never sure if you could put your faith in people's innate goodness or not. Charlie rocks back and forth on her heels, unsure of what to do beside what for the men to settle it - preferably without a gun discharging.

 

[CosmicOwl]

"Whoa there, bud. Just a precaution." In a gesture of neutrality, Blue points his Colt at the ceiling where the obviously injured man could see, and clicks the safety into place. He slowly places it on the floor, keeping a hand behind him in front of Jerry and Shortstuff. He hears the other one talk, a girl. She's rather pretty, with the kind of distressed look one only gets after fighting.





You could take both of 'em. She's a girl, he's basically half-dead. Do it.





Blue quiets his malicious Other, whom he enjoys to call William. But... He could, if he'd actually wanted. Probably.





"Don't worry, guys. You could never be too sure. I'm... My name is Desmond," he lies through his teeth. "This is my brother, Adam. And that... That's Shortstuff. No relation. Now, can you put down your gun, dude?"





The man had never lowered his own revolver, and it was still pointed right in between Blue's eyes. The man had a strange... aura to him. He seemed crazy. But who wasn't?


He'd have to watch him. And keep Jerry away from him. Shortstuff could mingle if he pleased.

 

[mikaluvkitties]

It was interesting watching the scene play out, almost like one of those zombie tv shows where characters were introduced to each other and immediately tried to kill each other. At least, that's how Kevin thought it usually went- hard to remember when it was so long ago. He listened to what they were saying, and wished he had some popcorn to eat while watching. But really he could just settle for junk food in general right now.


It was worth it, though, because finally, finally, he got some names. Desmond for the big one, Adam for the kid. Desmond and Adam, Desmond and Adam, he thought to himself, trying to save them while still paying attention to what was being said. Of course, he had to forget something, and a light smile enveloped his face as he continued to listen to the names. Then someone called Shortstuff was mentioned. Kevin didn't remember anyone else in the group and, hint of a frown on his face, he looked behind him to make sure no one else was there. Then, as if he had had an epiphany, he realized he was Shortstuff. Oh, a nickname! Been forever since I had one of those!





Remembering to keep his smile in check- something that was difficult just because of the excitement of being called by something other than his name that wasn't meant explicitly to hurt him- he added, hand raised, "Kevin."

 

[PureKor]

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" Nothing was the same. It will never be, no matter how many times you tell yourself that.


Everything has changed."





The streets had gone quieter than usual, even if it has been not that Long since the outbreak. The sight resembled a Hollywood Horror type of scenario. Only if this was just a dream and not so damn Real.


Marj continued her journey onto the street, passing ever so cautious the houses round her for any unwanted company. Only if that company turned out to be a real Human being, and not " The Z's " looking for something tasty to stick their teeth into.


Her left hand gripped tighter her katana, allowing her steps to be precise as she walked further down the street. In that area everything seemed quiet. To quiet.


" I wonder if there is anyone Alive around here. One thing is for sure, if someone is throwing a party, I will definitely be the Party crusher." Whispering to herself, aware of the fact that she begun to talk to herself lately, more than usual. Taking a few more steps, just as she passed a few record cars. It seemed they were on fire, looking on the left side, Marj noticed a plastic bag near the car. Slowly approaching that direction, she took a good look around before quickly, yet cautious reached for the bag. Then, her eyes caught the sight of a woman, inside the car. Her body was completely burnt out, only her blonde hair have away that she once was a pretty woman.


Her heart sank for a minute at the sight, before regaining composure and tried to remain cool. The next moment, she searched the bag only to find a small bottle of water and some chewing gum.





" Well, this is still better than nothing. I better keep going. Perhaps I could find a shelter for tonight, secure it and get some rest." Her voice whispering, soon followed by a deep sigh. Marj took what she had found, continuing her journey down the neighbourhood in the hope she won't have to come across with the zombies. One thing she knew for sure.


It will get dark soon. She had to move. And quick. Time was the only thing she did not had at that moment.

 

[Valiant]

With a reluctant arm, he lowered the steel weapon, the adrenaline of the enhancements running through his blood. His azures eyes flashed their last fierce glow, setting his gun in its holster on his chest strap. With an exasperated breath, he sat back down on the table, strapping the sword to his back. He didn't belong here, not with civilization, not with people. The adrenaline had washed away his common sense, turning him into a monster, making him hate once more. Tired though he was, he stood, found a razor on a counter, put it in one of his many pockets and pushed his way out of the room. A storm of feet movement as he strode down the hall, looking for a way to exit the hospital and go to another building. It was night, the perfect time to leave, the mask of darkness would shield his face.


Pursing his way up to the third floor of the building, he located a thick cable line running in between buildings, the thoughts of anyone caring about him or the sanity of normal people, drove him to the brink of insanity. He felt pain in his heart and head, his body had been dulled. His conscious and reasoning had left him. He gazed out among the blackened night, a hand wrapping itself around the wire. His sword chinked on his back, a secure place in its leather, and he leant forward. His weight shifting to the cable as his feet left the firm ground, his arm swinging in unison with his other, grabbing the spot before him, releasing then grabbing, releasing and grabbing. The large line still flailing under his weight,and halfway through, a sound snapped in the air that displeased him.


THWAP!


The line broke, letting him fall to the ground, a broken mass that fell through the darkened voice created by blocked off buildings, the fall itself only smashed him a bit. But that was not what irritated him, the sudden jolt of his head down to his abdomen revealed shards of glass in it. Blood spewing out, a tissue had been torn, which one? Which quadrant of his abdomen? A hundred questions began to run through his mind, making scenarios up in his head. He didn't know, but it hurt. Damn him for trying to leave, unfortunately, the sound of smashing glass had prompted hoards of those infected to pour out, walking towards him.


With a sharp groan, he placed his hands on the debris, hauling himself to his feet, clenching his fists as he began to run whichever direction would lead him from the hospital. Unfortunately, his fall had left a trail after him, blood seeping along the ground. His brown-coated figure vanishing into the darkness. His figure soon swallowed up by the shadows.

 

[PureKor]

To be damned.


Marj had completely forgotten the fact that it was a different season now, and of course it would get darker sooner than expected. This solo thought gave her the chills down her spine. Most of all, she did hated the darkness even more than a five year old probably would.


Deep inside, she knew very well at this time, the Infected will come out seeking new tasty Human flesh to sink their rotten teeth into.


However, Marj continued at a quicker pace her journey down the streets, where at not to far distance her eyes spotted the Community Hospital. Along that road, cars were upside down, window shops broken from when the people ran in a panic to save themselves. It was such a same that half of them ended up being Infected.


Therefore, with a deep sigh, Marj gripped tighter at her sword being ready for any unpleasant encounter. The only sounds now filling the air were those of some birds, causing her heart beat to speed up like a subway train. A nod took form at her stomach, becoming tighter which each breath and step she took into the new darkness.


" Which way should I go? Fuck..! I really need to find a safer place. Well, what's considered now a safe spot anyways.." whispering to herself, before she begun to increase her walking peace when sound odd sounds came out of the distance. From the hospital area.


In a quick movement, Marj took a deep breath, with her fingers squeezing tightly her katana sword. Her back came in contact with a wall, while she waited for whatever was coming her way.


It was now or ever.


I hope in the name of God that it is not an Infected, or a hoard of them. That would be fun, yet troublesome to deal with. At these moments I wish I had a cigarette..





@TheeeIrish

 

[RealisticFantasy]

"Jason..?" She watches as the newly stitched man pushes his way past the strangers. The overwhelming need to follow consumes her after a moment and she pushes her way past them, too. "Where are you going?" As he picks up his pace, she increases hers, sliding around the corners of the hospital halls. "Jason! Please!" His name found its way to her lips more often than she would've liked. She turns yet another corner ad reaches an T intersection with no sight of the man who she thought she had just befriended.

She glances from one hall to next with a sigh. Silently cursing herself, she heads back to the waiting room to recollect her abandoned things. Damn you for caring. Damn you for trusting. Such an idiot. Such a fucking idiot. The silence of the halls and the distance put between her and any other human she had met serves as a reminder of how things should have been. She should have ran, not to this hospital and certainly not to Aleks or Jason. She reaches the waiting room and picks up her backpack, quiver, and bow. What am I supposed to do now?





She spins around once, twice, looking for any sort of sign as to what to do. "Damn this fucking hospital!" Her voice echoes back, becoming more distorted as it softens and only seeming to mock her. Charlie storms out of the hospital through the open front doors, climbing the fence, and continuing on. It was dark now and she didn't have anything to light her way. That didn't seem to concern her anymore. She just wanted to create even more distance between her and any other living human being. Everything was fine before them.


Walking into the darkness only heightened her other senses. Only the vague shapes of things were visible now. She runs a hand through her hair with a soft sigh. Maybe I'll go out into the country. There's probably not too many people out there. I just need to survive. Maybe get to Canada, somewhere safe. The crunching gravel was complemented by the beginning sounds of rainfall. Small drops run down her face and throughout her hair but she continues unphased.

 

[mikaluvkitties]

All the running of people for no apparent reason was really confusing, and Kevin decided that unless they started screaming he wouldn't start asking about it. Injured guy number two left first, followed by the chick who was with him. God did he need names for those two. Like, he could understand them leaving well enough, but the chick kept running back and forth between the room and where ever. Reminded him of his parents on most of the trips they went on, with the exception of the last one.


After it had been quiet for a while and it didn't seem that the two were coming back, he turned to Desmond, decidedly the one in charge, and asked,"What now?"


He probably shouldn't trust Desmond, and Marcus would've definitely been screaming at him for it, but he hadn't killed him yet and he figured that there was safety in numbers- as long as those numbers weren't ready to kill you at any moment. Besides, Desmond hadn't killed the people who had randomly been in the room, so Kevin figured he was nice enough given the situation. Plus, he had Adam with him, a kid no matter the time and place they lived in, and he needed to be kept safe.


After all, the kids were the future, right?

 

[CosmicOwl]

Blue watches from his place in the doorframe as the man exits the room, pushing past him. Then, the other girl. She hears her call his name.


Jason. Jason.


Then, they're alone.


Blue suddenly has the Feeling again. The Feeling he got when he found someone, and he HAD to be with them. Not sexually, but as a group. It was what got his younger brother's twin killed. Could he take it upon himself to act upon this Urge again, endangering not only himself and Jerry, but Shortstuff as well? He didn't seem to be the survivor type, and it would be a bad mark if 'Kevin' were to die on his watch.


Shit.


"Wait. Wait!" Blue takes his brother's hand and runs after her, their footsteps echoing through he empty hospital out of sync. He hopes Shortstuff will follow.


As soon as he reaches the outside, storm pounding, Blue takes on his surroundings. No Infected. His car's still there. And, slowly becoming a silhouette, the girl. He has to catch up.


He pushes Jerry into the Prius, gently but forcefully. Shortstuff would sit in the passenger, if he'd decided to come along. Blue starts up the car and guns it toward her, a short moment where he almost lost control of the vehicle in the slick gravel.


Once he reaches her, walking with some sort of purpose, he slows down, and rolls down his window with a creak.





"Hey. I'll help you find your boyfriend. Just... come in out of the rain, okay? I won't bite. I promise."

 

[mikaluvkitties]

Desmond doesn't even bother to answer his question, just starts moving. That's okay though, because that's at least a bit of a plan.He follows him, having to move a bit faster than he would like, but that's okay, too. It's a bit like playing follow the leader and the leader starts jumping up and down for absolutely no reason- you're the one following the leader, and you don't ask. It's raining when they get outside, he notices, and it's getting him a bit wet. They really shouldn't be outside, seeing as the infected could get them easier. Desmond gives his little brother a light shove into the car, and he guesses that that's a good reason for them to be safe outside.


He climbed into the Prius, trying to remember the last time he'd been in a car. He'd been driving like usual, he knows, and he thinks it was before the thing with Marcus occured, but it was best not to think about things like that. Desmond pulled up to the girl from earlier, and Kevin had to wonder how he hadn't seen her for a second, before listening to what Desmond was saying some more. Wait, boyfriend? Is he guessing? Of course he is, he just met this girl. No way he'd know about her intimate relationships. Must be either a guess or a jab. Or a bit of both. That works, too.





He probably should have been paying more attention to what was going on. After all, for all he knew Adam and Desmond were cannibals and were going to eat them all. It would explain why he was acting like a decent human being, for sure. He knew that thought should probably be more concerning, but he couldn't bring himself to care. It was wet and dangerous outside, and a running car definitely felt safer than that. Even if he was gonna get eaten.

 

[PKCV2]

"Bob your head. Rag top."


*THWACK*


"Bob your head. Rag top."


*THWACK*


"Bob your head. Rag top."


*THWACK*


The third hit splattered blood and brains onto the dilapidated walls of the tiny, ruined building. Bek stood over the the corpse of an infected, head caved in. The weapon of choice, her trusty tire iron, was soaked in the crimson liquid much to her disapproval. Thankfully she hadn't finished her song...and so she quietly chanted the ending of her 'feel cool' song, running the tire iron over her jacket sleeve, content with the blood smearing the leather of her jacket.


"Power music. Electric revival. Power music. Electric revival. Power music. Electric revival..."


Minutes later, happy with her cleaned weapon, Bek stared out a window and into the darkness, the steady thumping of rain the only sound in the vicinity. As the adrenaline of a messy beating gradually left her system a wide grin reclaimed it's spot on her face as she pushed the creaky door open and ventured into the rain with a hop in her step.


Sparsely decorated land spanned on all sides of Bek as she continued her trek to find something. Anything. Just when the blonde almost gave up in frustration, streaks of neon colors flew right past her, the sun was finally rising, illuminating everything but the colors were...off. The sky was an intense white, clouds were multi-colored, the ground looked to be cell-shaded, and a feeling of joy spread throughout Bek's body as she threw her arms into the air, the volume of her voice rising.


"You grip your hands around my throat."


Bloody, deformed hands were on her throat now.


"You strip the buttons off my coat."


She was staring at the dead eyes of her boyfriend now.


"When you are close to me I shiver! When you are close to me I shiver! When you are close to me I shiver! WHEN YOU ARE CLOSE TO ME I SHIVAAAH!"


Bek yelled the last line at the top of her lungs and the world went back into darkness...everything was gone...her boyfriend...her world...all gone. Now she quietly marched on to a hospital...until the rumbling of a car caught her attention and she saw it...were those...could they be...friends!


The blonde bounded towards the car, tire iron gripped firmly behind her back.

 

[Valiant]

The male staggered over his own legs, his hand tight to his abdomen, attempting to rip out every shard of glass that had pierced his skin. It was then that a single drop of wetness fell upon his head, oh if ever a softer object were to touch his worthless soul of flesh, it would have left him standing. His heart aching, he fell to both of his knees, oceans of sight staring into the darkened sky, the gentle groaning of undead behind him. Craving what he wore around his body so dearly. With a ease of mind and the soft patter of rain now falling on him, he had given up in his heart. He'd just abandoned people that may or may not survive without him.


"I'm sorry..." A single tear slid down his gaunt face and into his beard, his vision focused upon the endless void that surrounded their earth. No, this was no longer Earth, it was Hell. A hell he was prepared to die in. He had committed sins and wished to be purged through death. His heart, was dead, his soul, dead. Now, he waited for his body to be rid of, to be devoured by the very sin he had survived from. He was the walking devil, and now, he would die. With heavy eyelashes, and a final look at the evening sky, he shut his eyes. His time, was to come.


No.


What?


No.


What do you mean no...?


No. You must redeem yourself.


Who... Is... My God... It can't be...


Yes, now, go, and live. Save those who you can, you have been gifted, you are strong, born to fight, to protect. If you are to die now, you would be better off killing a bunch of children.


But...


Fight!


What?


Fight damn you! I married you because you had fight in your heart! Because you would do anything within your power to help those in need! Because you were kind and loving, do not be the monster you fear you have become, become a hero out of your ashes!


But I...


Fight...


I... I will... I will fight!





As the conversation in his heart ended, the flame sparked. The groaning coming closer and closer, azure daggers flashed as their gates opened, the piercing light of his spirit was back, alive, and determined. With his hand reaching back to his blade, he firmly grasped the hilt, a piano instrumental playing in his mind. His favourite song, she had played it for him that day, that day when she turned, she knew. She knew he'd have to fight, have to kill her, and she was happy, she smiled. His brows tightened, spinning in the direction of the oncoming group, a loud shout escaping his throat, one leg throwing his body forward as he charged, a firm grasp in both hands as the sharp steel swung, blood and organs flying in the night sky.


He was alive, and anyone who needed him, he would save, no matter the cost. There would be problems, certainly, pain, suffering, but in the end, he would not fail, sure as the blood burning in his veins, he would never fail. There was a world that needed help, that girl, Charlie, the younger girl, whom had never given him her name, and if she had, he wasn't listening. Disrespectful. It was time, time for him to fight for all he was worth, to ignite the energy that he'd had before her death. For she had never died, she just went a better place, watching over him. The familiar face flashing in his mind as one by one he eliminated the infected. Damn them, if they were to put others in harms way, he would end them, he would end them all. And he made a promise to himself right there and then as a blade split the head of a jarred mouth creature, that he would never stop until they all were in a haven where they would be safe.


In another slash, he bent to his knees, then, raising himself, gave another horizontal slash, the blood spewing from the neck as the head rolled clean on the ground, organ, brain matter, some matter he wouldn't even like to think about, loitered the ground near his feet. Looking towards the darkened sky, he spoke gently, "Come... find me, become strong." He spoke to her, at least in his own mind he did, knowing she couldn't respond, he still kept his hopes high. And with those words he left, in search of a place where humans could inhabit and live without the threat of the damned creatures.

 

[Keiser]

The cigarette faded away, as he thrw it outside, with anger. He was irritated that he had gotten shot, he was irritated that his only house got destroyed, he was irritated he actually felt something for someone. God knows he had mercy, because he should've pulled the trigger on all the idiots who entered the hospital.

Faint noises were heard in the distance, a car engine, the sound of bone crunching against the floor, that was obviously the other male, who he did not care at all anymore.


The rain started, and the city was about to get slightly flooded, as always. A heavy breath, as he turns his head at the left. A power box, an open one. He approached it, and switched it on, and one by one, the street lights turned on.


Hundreds of infected who were hiding in the shadows were now revealed. There were way too many in night, and they seemed even more powerful, stronger. Aleks was still wounded, so he couldn't take on a dozen as always, he'd struggle with three.


Lost in tought, until steps were heard running trough the floor. He slowly peeked out of the front door, seeing the girl, again. The same that had helped him. Is it even worth a while going to help her? he asked himself. ''No.'' he mumbled.





He slowly racked the slide of his pistol, a strong grip was on it. He pointed it at the running girl, the sights aiming right at her head, his finger slowly touching the trigger, before lowering it down. ''I owe her one.''