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

[PureKor]

It was to late now.


The sky had become gray, soon fallowing the rain drops which hit the grounds with certainty.


Marj took another deep breath, letting her gaze to look at the skies for a brief second, before quickly doing a reminder in her mind.


Shelter. I need to find a place to stay for the night. God damn it! I really hate this darkness, nothing good comes out of it. Almost never..





However, her legs begun to move from the building, making her way down the streets once again, not sure where she should go. Her heart continued to beat faster, sweat starting to form at her forehead, giving her the sensation of goosebumps all over her body. She hated these type of situations. Obviously had not time to be a coward now. She had done this countless times in the past days.


It was nothing new.


Another step, another deep breathing action, as her body moved passing some cars, trying to adjust to the dark surroundings. At a distance she could hear what seemed a car engine.


Was it even possible? At a time like this..


Marj gripped once again her katana, allowing her other hand to wipe her face from the rain. A tiny grin took form at her pink lips.


Some growls were heard closer at a distance, she knew what was coming. Just needed to prepared herself. Mentally. Again.


Shit.


It was show time.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

Charlie is soaked now, but she doesn't care. She hardly feels it anymore. She is only focused on getting away from them, running away from her feelings. It was so much easier to not feel, to ignore them and push them all away. As the car pulls up beside her, she just continues walking. "Hey. I'll help you find your boyfriend. Just... come in out of the rain, okay? I won't bite. I promise." The crunch of gravel beneath the tires far louder than that beneath her feet. "My boyfriend? He is not my boyfriend. And, I certainly don't need your help. You can damn yourselves by collecting a bunch of kids and busing them around. Not me."


She quickens her pace, glad that the rainfall hides her tears. They'll only bring you down. You'll survive better on your own. Only have to worry about feeding yourself, saving your own skin.

The headlights of the car brighten the scene in front of her. The infected had been woken. Maybe from the car, maybe from the conversation. The way it happened didn't matter. Despite the pang of fear that hit her and her mind screaming to turn and run, she was fully intending to walk into the fray.


Fuck this. You'll never survive anyway. The least you can do is die on your own terms. The rain was pouring down now, drowning out the groans of the infected. It would be so much easier to just give up. They were shuffling closer now and she clenches her fists. You don't have anything left. No one cares about you. Just give up. It was almost too late now to turn back. In just moments, the crowd would consume her. Just close your eyes and it'll all be over...

 

[Keiser]

''A police station?!'' he mumbled under his breath. He had no idea he was in one, Aleks didn't even take the time to look up, that's the reason of the power switch. He slowly lowered his gun, placing it on his back pocket, dangling.

Heavy boots cracked the loosened concrete that was around the place, this station had been looted a long time ago, but, they left some bullets, of a low caliber. He grabbed everything he could, broke every lock to a cabinet he could, and that's where he found it. A riot gear, under a police bed, clever place to hide it.


Bit by bit, he put it on. It was dark, and raining, a excellent time to be killed, and he wasn't taking any chances. Metal-plated kneepads and shoulder-pads. A very suit, that didn't leave any inch of your body exposed. As he reached the head, he put on a balaclava, only showing his eyes, then the helmet. Heavy breathing was audible under the now giant man. He grabbed a used shotgun from the same place, under the bed and popped in two rounds, before putting two more in his pockets.


He moved very slow, very slow, but, it payed itself. He slowly got out of the room, exiting the place, grabbing his backpack and putting it on with a lot of effort, since his body had increased a lot. A final sigh, as he kicked the door, going outside. He reached for his back, grabbing his steel pipe, who he had picked up when he fighted against the bandits.


As he walked trough the streets, he saw a person in a car, and.. the same girl. She was suicidal, appereantly going to go against such a huge hoard of infected beasts. He shook his head, and walked towards there, his armor shaking and making heavy noises. He grabbed her shoulder and pushed her back, putting his shotgun in the back and holding the pipe with one hand. The only thing that was distinguishable of him now was his backpack, and no one ever saw it. ''Get the hell out of here!''

 

[RealisticFantasy]

Charlie was thrown back by something or someone grabbing her shoulder. At first a smile spread across her face at the thought of all the pain finally being over. She then realized that it was someone in a riot suit. ''Get the hell out of here!'' The masked stranger shouts at her and for a moment she believes she recognizes the voice. She pauses, blinking stupidly at the mask. It takes a moment for it to register in her mind that she wasn't being ripped limb by limb.


"No! I didn't choose this! I don't want any of this!" She is screaming at the stranger, shrill and panicked. "I don't want to feel this way!" She shoves the stranger aside, trying to approach the horde once again. Who was he to tell her what to do? Stupid, selfish girl... Her thoughts are torture. One half of her mind supports this choice and the other mocks her. Do it. No one will miss you. She begins to shake due to the wind and the rain. She feels numb, emotionally and physically. Who are you to take a life? Do you think you're God? She hesitates on the border of safety and too far gone, staring into the faces of the infected as they amble closer.


God? What God would leave people to suffer like this? Then again, you are nothing. You are a nobody. Her tears fall almost as heavily as the rain. Her breathing becomes more rapid with soft sobs intermingled. You care only about yourself. No wonder they left you. How long had she been crying? How long ago was she in the hospital? It seemed like ages ago. "Stop! Stop it, stop it, stop it! Why won't you leave me alone?!" She collapses to her knees, her shoulders shaking as she sobs.

 

[Keiser]

"No! I didn't choose this! I don't want any of this, stop! Stop it, stop it, stop it! Why won't you leave me alone?!" he frowned, and grabbed her tightly. A nearby store was there, with steel fenced windows. As he grabbed her tightly by the shoulders, he threw her inside, slamming the door and placing a collapsed wooden plank in the door, not letting it open. As he looked inside trough the window.


''I owe you one! I promised it.'' he said, as he slowly speaked lower when he reached the final part of his sentance. His torso turned, and then his head, as he grabbed tightly to the pipe. A war shout, before beggining to slam the pipe against the skull of these beasts.


Mercy wasn't in his mind, and even less for creatures like this. They would pounce on him, an try to bite him, but the only place they could bite was his neck, and he sure wasn't going to let anyone touch his weak spot. Each time he swung, he felt his wound rip apart his flesh even more, the pain of the ankle fading away. Minutes passed, screeches wouldn't stop. Until, a big one came. This creature was about the height of him, and that was even with the armor put on. He felt his heart beat go even faster, as he saw the beast. Now this, was something he would fear.


As he charged it, he rapidly got hit by it, flowing onto the fence, slamming against it, feeling his spine slowly twist. The pain was horrible, but, he slowly got up. Aleks got ready to swing, but the beast slapped the pipe off of him, before giving him another strong hit, a giant roar coming from his mouth. Aleks felt anger flow trough his veins. Pain was being covered by the adrenaline of surviving, of not dying. He reached for the shotgun, preparing to shoot it. When he was about to pull the trigger, it came running towards him, grabbing him by the only spot he had, the neck, and lifting him up.


''I'm ready! How about you?!'' he shouted, with anger and tears at the same time. He feared to die, he feared to simply cease to exist, he feared death. As the thing opened its enormeous mouth, he pulled the trigger. Its head being completely oblitarated. As he fell down, right on his back, his breathing pace pickes up. As he looked around, he saw no more infected, and there, he fainted. The pain was too much for a human to bare, and he had simply collapsed.

 

[CosmicOwl]

Blue watches as she refuses his offer, saying this Jason character wasn't her boyfriend. He immediately believes this is a lie. He saw the way she looked at him. It was... not lust, but something.





"Don't be stupid. Just get in the car, we'll find him and... Holy shit."





A horde of Infected stomp their way towards the group, their maws agape, dripping rotted flesh and blood. His eyes widen as they make their way toward the conglomerate of survivors.


Then, adding more onto the crazy heap, a dude in fucking alien armor and a damn parka makes his way toward them, warning the girl of the impending doom she was about to walk into.


Something almost immediately snaps in the girl, and she falls to her knees, crying sobs of why won't you leave me alone? yada-yada bullshit. Blue finally realizes he has no time for this. He stops the Toyota completely, throwing the gear into park. He warns Jerry and Shortstuff to stay in the car. He pulls the furry hood of his own parka up as he runs over to her. He watches as the man in gear puts a hand on her back for support and shimmies the other hand underneath her knees. The unknown man picks her up, carrying her over to a store. She probably will kick and scream and fight tooth and nail all the way, but the man would be damned if he lets anyone die on his watch.


Blue yells after the man in riot gear as he drops her inside and he goes to seemingly fight the onslaught of Infected. "If you want, come with us. But, if you don't, don't get yourself killed. It would be a shame if that armor went to waste." With that, he runs to the car, preparing to follow the two into the safety of the store.





"Let's get inside. Quickly." Blue prepares to take off, when he sees a woman with a tire iron approaching. Fast.


Shit. He'll have to play Moses once more.

 

[PKCV2]

Closer. Oh so close. Bek's hair was now entirely wet, fusing together to form into thick strands, the darkness of her roots now visible as it flopped wildly behind her. She was now so close to the people when the moaning of the undead finally caught her attention, causing her to-


OH SHIT!


Bek slowed her motions, going into a jog, head swiveled to look at the incoming horde as she continued to run forward. The crazed eyes, the saliva and blood oozing from their mouths, and the erratic behaviors of a horde triggered the survival instinct in her addled mind. She picked up speed until she was 20 feet away from the car and group of people, one of which looked ready for war yet this did not deter the crazed woman that held up her tire iron over her head as if she was daring any one of them to make a move on her, spittle flying from her mouth as she started shouting.


"We gotta go now! Plan. Plan. I don't know any of you but we need to go now!"


Bek turned to the horde, back to the group, to the horde, then back to the group awaiting an answer and bouncing on her toes.

 

[mikaluvkitties]

It took Kevin a bit to think anything but She called me a kid. Then he remembers that there are things that wanna kill him nearby, and he should be more concerned about them then about being called a child. Besides, he can pout later. Then some guy in riot gear (he remembers it from back when his parents were still alive, still driving the car, still taking roads through urban places because they got them to places decently fast, when a police officer died in one when the cause of the creature's behavior was still undiscovered) comes out and goes to the girl who starts crying. Why's she crying? Doesn't she know better than to drop her guard in front of those things? She should, seeing as she's survived this long.





Mr. Riot Suit proceeded to lift up injured man number two's significant other and go into a store. Then Desmond followed them after telling him and Adam to stay in the car. Kevin groaned, never having liked waiting in cars. The fact that this car was surrounded by infected helped a bit, though, seeing as it meant that he didn't have to worry as much about boredom when all those beasts were only a little ways off. It didn't completely remove boredom, however, and he soon found himself trying to get Jerry to play I- Spy. He ended up just trying to find all the little intricate details in the rust and when Desmond returned after what felt like forever, Kevin could barely stop himself from whooping, settling for a large grin instead. He was ready to go, and Desmond even said they were going, but then something caught his eye and he didn't. Kevin followed Desmond's gaze, eyes falling on a woman that came running up to their little band of survivors with a tire iron looking raving mad. The woman seemed to distract Desmond, and Kevin guessed they were gonna be stuck here for at least a little bit longer, crossing his arms with a frustrated huff.

 

[PureKor]

More noises. At a distance, even a gunshot made her to whimper.


Perhaps people? live ones. Most definitely.


Marj had to make her way towards the hospital direction, the difficult thing was that now the Infected were showing their rotten flesh at night. She had to use a distraction so she can gain some time. No other option.


Of course she could fight some of them, but deep down she knew it was no way her body would keep up with hundreds of them.


Therefore, moving quickly passing the cars, Marj took a deep breath just when suddenly two infected appeared out of nowhere, in the attempt to grab her arm. In another quick movement, her grip on the katana went tighter and made a 90degrees move to the left. The sword made a swish sound, now slicing the infected's arm, before Another move was made. This time she put all the strength she had, allowing the sword to pierce through the Undead's skull. Blood splattered all over her clothes and face.


Then, she pulled back her sword from the undead, just as the other one grabbed her foot.


" Damn you piece of garbage!! find yourself in a better Hell, cause you won't have me for dinner!!"


Marj's voice came out frustrated, making a 90degrees turn, still attached to the InfecTed's hand ready to sink his teeth into her leg at any second. Her leg begun to kick the undead Into the face, but did not let go. Then her hand moved quicker than her mind, with the katana's move to the right side . It simply sliced the undead's throat causing its head to roll down the street.


Now released, Marj patted her clothes, letting out a deep sigh, using her hand to wipe some of the blood of her cheeks. Her yes gazed upon the direction of the hospital, making her mind up she knew they were some Alive ones there. They had to be. Unless the Infected did learned how to use a gun.


Now that would be fucked up.


In the next minutes, Marj managed to hide her silhouette around the cars, as the growls filled the distant air. Her steps then turned into a running mode, breathing heavily and making her way to the hospital. She was getting closer now, even she could hear the engine of a car still going.





" I bet they are some people here.. I am sure of it. I just hope they are not psychopaths or have a death wish or something.


Crap! Think positive now, no time for drama."





Marj whispered to herself while continuing to run, now almost reaching the destination. She could see some shadows up to the distance, some growls here and there coming from the infected. Probably the people were still fighting the infected.


Suddenly, three Undead appeared with their guts hanging, one of them had his arm missing and the other two had the police uniform. She clenched her sword, taking another deep breath before they lunched at each other. The back of the sword had hit hard a few times one of the Infected, while her foot kicked the other into his chest, causing him to stumble Down. Another movement, Marj used the blind spot and turned behind the infected, allowing her katana To go through the back of his head. His body fell to the pavement.





"'Now is a good time to run!! I know these will come after me, but I'll deal with them on the way!"


Her voice trembling slightly, Marj made a run for it towards the car and where the others apparently stuck around. Her body made a jump, practically sliding over the hood of the car and landed on the other side.


The infected were coming this way to.





" We have company!! "





She said on a firm tone, just as the other two infected had reached Their destination. On Marj's face a smirk appeared, holding her katana with both hands as her body stood up from the other side of the car.


Shit. Shit.


This is bad.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

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Charlie didn't know what was happening. She starts kicking and screaming. So close. So close. It was almost over. And, now... Now... She is thrown into a store, landing hard on the ground. It takes her a moment to realize before she gets up and pounds on the window, screaming at the masked man. "Let me go! Let me die! I don't want this anymore!" Her mind is rendered dull, blurred by the thoughts of the sweet release of death. It could've been over. It could've been done. And, he stopped. He did this... ''I owe you one! I promised it.'' Charlie runs over to the door and starts kicking, pounding, scratching, anything to get free. "No! No! Fuck you! Fuck you! How could you do this to me?! Let me go! Let me die!"


Her hands were bloodied now and pain courses through her body with every pound, every kick, every scream. The numbness fades away and pain replaces it, both physical and emotional. She shuffles back over to the window before collapsing in sobs beneath it. All she wants is comfort right now and she couldn't even be provided that. The entire world was mocking her. As soon as she gets something she wants to hold onto, it runs away or is ripped from her. What did I do to deserve this?<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_02/Scream.gif.ec50b57a2751df440ef33b8b8cf4f0e9.gif" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="42487" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_02/Scream.gif.ec50b57a2751df440ef33b8b8cf4f0e9.gif" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

 

[CosmicOwl]

Chaos. Absolute fucking chaos. Infected everywhere. A woman running towards the car, a woman who actually FLIPPED over up the hood of the car, a woman who was now inside the store, whining.


Chaos couldn't happen if they were going to live.


"Everyone! Get in the damned store! NOW!"





He speeds off, pushing the Toyota into the curb. First things first: Jerry and Shortstuff. He takes his little brother by the hand and Shortstuff by the collar of his shirt and drags them both out of the car, firmly, no-no sense. He kicks open the door and puts them on the cold linoleum.





"Shortstuff. If she tries to escape, stop her. She'll kill herself." He pats the boy on the shoulder and goes for the rest of them.


Both the katana-wielding woman and the woman who seemed off, even without Blue ever talking to her, are close to each other.





"You two! Get in the store! I'll get the dude in the riot armor!" As he turns to get the man, he can only assume they need his warning.


As he approaches, an Infected turns, it's jaw grating up and down on the flesh of some small animal. Blue reaches for his trusty rebar, but gropes air. He curses at himself, realizing it's still at the hospital. Instead, he goes for the stiletto knife.


Up close and personal.


He gets within distance and kicks the thing in the ribs before it can stand. Once destable, Blue falls to his knees and plunges the blade into it's eye. It gurgles, a hand groping his arm. Blue retrieves the stiletto, then replaces it in the other eye. This time, it releases a final hiss and ceases movement.


He yanks the stiletto from its head once more, folds it into its handle, and goes over to the man, passing surviving Infected. He wastes no time in taking his arms underneath the mans armpits and dragging. A fiery pain hits him in his lower back, but he ignores it. He can't just let the dude die, like the Jason dude.


Or, at least, he assumed he was dead.


With haste, he drags the man into the store, Infected running after them.





Christ, they're gonna kill us. That's what you get for playing Moses.





He drops the man in the store. Jerry cheers once he sees his big brother is safe. Nearly jumping out his skin, Blue sprints across the store space and shuts the doors, pushing a shelving unit in front of it. It thumps as the Infected struggle to enter.


In between pants, Blue manages a few words. "Is everyone okay?"

 

[mikaluvkitties]

Kevin barely notices the woman going over the car's roof, eyes closed as he waits for Desmond to do whatever Desmond feels is necessary. All these people can definitely not fit in here, he realizes, finally wondering the extent of Desmond's plan. Then he's getting pulled out by the collar of his shirt, and he's looking around cautiously, remembering that the outside world isn't as safe as it once was. He allows himself to be pulled into the shop and be given orders, turning to face that one chick who's name he still doesn't know to make sure she doesn't leave. Desmond's back, and he's got Mr. Riot Suit with him.


To be honest, Kevin's glad Mr. Riot Suit is safe- no more people in riot suits are going to die near him today. There are a lot of infected outside, and Kevin hopes the two crazy chicks outside are safe.


"Is everyone okay?" Desmond asks, and Kevin wants to laugh, because no, everyone's not okay. It's impossible for everyone to be okay with these circumstances, is it not? He keeps his trap shut, though, because it's obvious that everything's not okay, and he probably just meant if anyone was injured.


Instead, he simply replies, lightly smiling, "Well, since I've been in here all the while you were gone and I'm not seeing any of our peeps outside in here, I'd guess I'm okay."

 

[Keiser]

He felt as he was being dragged. He glanced up, without moving his head, to still seem unconcious. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? he tought to himself. As he started grouping everyone inside the store, total strangers, what an idiot. When he was inside, he saw Charlie sobbing. Anger fueled him, why the hell did she try to suicide? Was ringing around his head.


After a while, he was finally opening more his eyes, seeing the damn same two kids there. He let out a heavy sigh, frustrated, as he got up. He put the metal pipe back in his backpack, and pulled out the shotgun. ''You little kids, I see you once, ONCE, invading my damn life, and treating me like you're my fucking leader, and I'll blow your brains out so much there won't even be a damn heaven.''





His voice said, with anger, the shotgun pointing at the skull of each one of them. His head turned to Charlie, as he said, with a softer tone. ''Charlie, meet me at the abandoned hotel, if you want to make a plan. If you want to go, go, if not, I'll go on alone. City is too dangerous.'' he said, and then he looked back at the kids. ''I see one of you little shits lurking around and I'll kill you on sight.''





The noise of the armor was really loud, but, it was worth the risk. He broke the wooden plank with the door was holding with the butt of the shotgun, before opening the door and slamming it behind him. He still had three more bullets left, so, if he encountered one of those giant dudes again, he'd kill them.





He began to ran, slowly, but running, until reaching the hotel. The rain was heavy, and the glass part of the helmet was very blurry at this point, but, he still could see if another dead crawler was infront of him.

 

[Valiant]

He ran into the infinite of the night, his boots mashing on the grass as he reached the wilderness. Running for as fast and as long as he could, he'd soon reach a stream, collapsing to the ground he looked. The grubs of the dirt, squirming in front of him, his stomach rumbled, he'd only snuck a single cracker and had a small amount of water at the hospital, with reluctance, his hand went down, grabbing the squirming creature, his teeth clamping down firmly as the nutrients rose through his body.


His legs were exhausted, his abdomen hurt, the feeling was internal as it was external. Heavy arms soon lifted him to sit, staring at the dirt, he was away from the city. He was free, he could walk away now. Find a place where security would abound, a place where others dwelled, a place where... He could recommend people to go. "Charlie..." The name was sour on his tongue after he'd run away. But, what more was there for him to do?


After fumbling around in his pocket, he took out a razor, staring at the gleaming blade, and began to cut his hair, strand by strand as the loose bits fell into the stream. Only when it was about an inch and a half long did he stop, immediately setting to work on the scraggly beard. This time, giving a much cleaner shave, and with a sigh on his throat, he gazed at his reflection. He was handsome, despite the scarred up face and the bandages, but he'd live.


Jason's muscles were tense, tired from all the running, his hand going to his revolver as he brought it out, staring at the metallic design, rubbing a finger along the barrel. "I have to go back..." He spoke softly, the silence of night as his audience. "That girl... She, she never wanted me to leave. What was it about her...?" He popped the bullet shells out of the clip and slid new ones in to take the place of the hollow remains. "Does she need me? Do any of them?" He looked at the vast stretch of nature stretched before him, freedom in one direction, hell in the other. "They need me... I think... It would never be freedom if I left them to rot there..." Rain kept falling on his newly cut hair, azure eyes now clearly visible. With strength now in his legs, he stood.


Turning back around to face the way he came, he began to run, once more, now in a strong sprint, with determination to make it to her, even is she wasn't at the hospital, he wouldn't leave until he had rescued Charlie and that young girl he'd met in the alleyway.

 

[PKCV2]

Bek was dumbfounded. Her eyes frantically scanned the situation, the impending horde, the people who really weren't infected, the arrival of another girl who took it upon herself to launch over the hood of the car wielding a freaking katana, and the crying woman. In the midst of it all, Bek couldn't help but allow herself a small roll of the eyes, emotions always had to find a way to surface in intense situations.


Still, Bek was 20 feet away and nobody really


moved, causing the blonde to consider booking it the opposite way when one of the guys started pushing and shouting at everyone to pile into the nearby store which frankly seemed like her best alternative. Taking a step towards the store she heard a growl much closer to her than she would've liked.


Turning her body, Bek brought left arm with the turn, swinging her fist in a wide which was met with the sickening crunch of bone, a fresh batch of blood spattering her face, hair, and clothing. Luckily the punch was enough to stagger the infected, giving Bek enough time to slam her tire iron into the Adam's apple of the infected, or what was left of it, knocking it to the ground but still very much alive.


Taking the lull in attacking infected as a sign to to start running, Bek followed the people into the store, ultimately collapsing to her knees to catch her breath once inside, saying nothing as the man in armor exited. Adrenaline and the time she spent walking in the rain finally started to affect her and she could only watch as everyone else went about their business, a pensive look across her face.

 

[PureKor]

Everything has happens so damned fast, that Marj could not even comprehend herself when she had stabbed that Infected twisting the katana into his eyeball, as the blood went flying all over her face once again. She cursed a few times, before pushing the infected with her left foot and the body collapsed to the wet pavement.


However, she did managed to get inside the store with the others, as of course she did not had to think twice about it. Her heart continued to beat at a fast speed, now allowing her back to come in contact with a corner wall. A deep sigh escaped her lips, allowing her fingers to wipe away the blood off her face, letting her eyes to gaze upon the new people in the store.


One of them basically stormed out, as one girl was crying not to far inside the room and the rest of them seemed rather okay.


Marj simply nodded her head at the question if they were alright, now lowering herself to the ground with her katana settled next to her. She put her forehead on top of her knees, closing her eyes and tried to regain her coolness once agin.


" Fuck.. That was a close one. I definitely don't want to do that shit anytime soon.."


Saying those words, Marj lifted her hazel eyes and looked at the people inside the room. Her mind told her they could be trusted somehow, even if she did not know any of them. Somehow, inside her heart, she was happy that some people were actually alive in this Hell. She was not alone anymore.





" Sorry if I crashed your party earlier, I felt like I needed to join in. Even if I am not in my best shape right now, my apologises. "


With a soft tone of voice, Marj spoke to the new people before finally standing up, settling her katana inside its Woden shelf.


" My name is Marjan, I did what I could to survive up until now. But I must say, you people are the first ones I see alive in a very long time. "





Finishing her words with a huff, Marj crossed her arms with a deep sigh escaping her pink lips, letting her back to be supported by the wall again. Then her eyes gazed at the crying girl, not knowing if she should interfere or not.


For now she had decided to stay put. Maybe if she will calm down a bit, she would try to speak to her.


New people. How bad can it be ?

 

[Keiser]

Feet were heavy, his palms were sweaty. The battle had drained so much calories from him, so much precious energy he could've used. He finally saw the hotel, and he began to slow down his pace.

His armor would rattle against it, it was steel after all, something not even a sword could go trough, his shoulders had such a weight on him. He finally entered the place, throwing the armor away, taking minutes to take it off. He was sweating, even tough it was freezing outside, this would probably catch him a cold.


He approached the table, and threw his backpack on it, opening it and organizing every single bit of supply he had in there. His beans, some fruit that was at the verge of spoiling, ttwo bottles of water, 2l each, enough for four days if he really had it calculated.


After all was fine and dandy, he took of his shirt, looking at his body. The shot was still there, and only a string of bandage was left. He bandaged it, once again, before putting the rest of the roll back in the backpack.


He slid the top of his black star, loading it up, with some spare bullets left, and put another round inside the shotgun. He approached the armor, putting in back on, piece by piece.


''I have to get out of here.''

 

[Stasia Luna]

Gabby, though hearing footsteps and possibly calls, had never left the lobby of the hospital.


Glancing around, she decided to look around for anything useful. This is a hostpital! There's got to be something in here!


Rummaging around the store, she found little to help her, though she found a few bottles of aspirin, medicine for stomach problems, and cold medicine. Scoffing at her hideous finds, Gabby stuffed them in her jacket pockets.


Better safe than sorry, I guess..


After a while, she decided to finally go upstairs, wondering what the heck was going up there-


And they were gone.


Anger burned inside her. How dare they leave! Did they just forget about me? I'm just-


I'm just a girl, from Baton Rouge, who can survive perfectly on her own!


She marched through the halls. Her footsteps grew louder, heavier with more purpose.


I can do this! I'm perfectly fine!


She slung doors open, scouring each room for something to use- anything. She picked up a few needles and stuck them in her jacket pockets also.


I'm better than who they think I am!


Gabby paused, kicked open a window, and looked down.


I'm the one that will save humanity!


And then she jumped.


THUD!


Landing somewhat painfully on her feet, Gabby lifted up her head and glanced around. Not much places to go, but shed settle in about anywhere, at the moment.


But first, she could stock up on supplies...........


But where?


Gabby, trying to be as quiet as possible, took a few steps down the street at the back of the hospital- if the refugees went anywhere, they surely couldn't have taken back roads.


That's exactly what she'd do.


Cautiously peeking around, she saw a building in the distance. Once she came closer, she realized that it was a clothing and accessory shop.


I've come home! This is perfect!


Without hesitation, she walked in, shutting the door behind her.


The place had obviously been robbed a few times, but Gabby could deal with that. From what she could have guessed, this neighborhood was populated- she figured that she heard the Infected's snarls earlier- but hadn't heard anything around here..


Yet.


But that was for later, and Gabby examined every aisle closely, wondering what to wear. Her jeans were ripped, torn, and not much help of covering her bruised, scraped and slightly gashed legs. Her T-shirt was too small and thin. Her feet were starting to grow out of the Nike's that she wore, which were torn and muddy. The jacket wasn't any use of keeping warm, and her hair and face.... Absolutely horrifying.


It was time for a little makeover.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

"Charlie, meet me at the abandoned hotel."


The familiar voice shakes her from her current state. Aleks. Was that who was in riot gear? This situation was reminiscent of the previous. She was beginning to grow tired of the game of chase, but it seemed that Aleks was the only one that was at least a little reliable. Did he come back for me? She presses her hands to the wall of the store, rising to her feet as the crowd begins to murmur. That was all they were to her now - a murmur, just noise in the background. Her wet hair clings to her face and her eyes glint with the small shine of unstability. She pushes the shelving unit out of the way. "You can damn yourselves. But, you won't take me down with you."


The rain had died down to a drizzle and the infected had ambled off to another location at the loss of their meal. The sound of running seems to be a perpetual reminder of her life. Always running. Running from her past, running toward her dim future. Running, running, running. Skidding around corners and scraped knees from, it became a ritual for her.


The hollow decrepit shells of houses and dark windows mock the gaping jaws and dead eyes of the infected. Trash is strewn about the street, originating from garbage cans that were rummaged through by God knows what. How long would this chaos continue? How long would she - and anyone who chose to stay with her - being running? This world offered no comfort in consistency. The word was a joke now, pungent and bitter on her tongue. The physical and emotional pains still course through her. Yet she still runs blindly to it, chasing strangers to abandoned buildings where history was sure to repeat itself. Her feet hit the cracked asphalt of the hotel parking lot. She craves the pain, the adrenaline that comes along with it. The dance on the edge of security and danger and the promise of someone to be there to catch her when she falls. A taste of something she's never had before. An addiction to something, anything that could be taken away just as easily as it could remain.

 

[Valiant]

After slicing and shooting his way through crowds of the infected, he reached the hospital, barging in the door. "Hey, Charlie I-" He stopped mid-sentence, gazing around at the vacant rooms. In a confused and concerned sprint, he ran through each and every room, calling for her, doing anything he could to find him. From there he only went upwards, 'till he entered the room that he'd bled in not too long ago. Earlier that evening, when she had stitched him up, running his finger along the scarred tissue. "Dammit!" With a frustrated tear he smashed his fist through the wall, letting it linger before he fell to his knees, "Where... Where did you go!? Fucking shit! Answer me! Please!?"


He curled his fist tight, his head against the wall, he'd come all the way back for her, and she wasn't here. The azure fire in his eyes were dead, closing his eyelids, he sat there. "I'm... I'm sorry... I caused this... didn't I?" He spoke to the wall, looking it up as if it were the girl herself.


"No..." He stood, one leg at a time. His knees locked, indicating to his brain that he was standing, then, with a figure fleeting to the window, he leapt out. The heavy leather boots crashing into the roof of a car, denting it and sending off the alarm, with a determined glance, he stared out among the vast majority of buildings, "No! I'm not leaving without you yet!" His voice carried far and wide, a roar from his throat.

 

[CosmicOwl]

The abandoned hotel...


Blue watches as she pushes the shelving unit away like it was nothing and walks out, walking away like he didn't jsut save her life.


Bitch. She didn't know the value of a God damn human life. But, it was her own life she was wasting, along with the fucker who just pulled a shotgun on them.


Blue takes the time to push the shelving unit back into place quickly, but not before yelling out to the girl.


"If you ever need anything... Just ask."





Blue finally pushes it completely back into place, sealing the ungrateful two away from them. He turns and sits down on the cold store floor, next to his brother, who was fast asleep. He looks at the room of misfits.


Shortstuff. A woman named Marjan who's choice weapon was katana. A currently unnamed woman with a strange look to her, like the man at the hospital, and a bloodied tire iron.





"So... ice breakers. How did you survive?" Blue asks, hoping they'll play his little game.

 

[Keiser]

He heard cracking in the parking lots, right outside the hotel. He rapidly turned around and saw Charlie, a ghost smirk appearing on his face, as he pulled out a map he had found. He took off his helmet and the balaclava, throwing it aside. The girl entered, and his raspy, cold voice said ''Thank god you came. Well, for what I brought you here. I'm going to the north, or the south. This place is way too populated with beasts, and very dangerous ones. I plan on going to Mexico, D.F. A long road, yes, but, worth it, but, I'm inviting you.''


Aleks said to her, turning around his head and marking certain locations on the map. ''They say there's more civilization, if you wanna survive, this isn't the place. Did you see those kids back there? They grabbed us like nothing, but, that isn't the problem, bandits are, there are too many.''





A sigh escaped his mouth, as he wondered how they would get there, or how he would get there, if the girl decided to not come, which was plausible. ''Look, I don't wanna die. I'm scared of death, and... I just don't feel safe anymore. I nearly died back there.''





Aleks looked back to the girl, his eyes locking on to her body, she was very fatigued, and injured perhaps, she was in no condition, but neither was him. He went for his helmet and mask, putting them back on and preparing everything, locking the armor in place. ''If you go, I'll protect you. I can take a lot of bites, yet you can only take one.'' His hand reached out, as his voice said ''You in?''

 

[mikaluvkitties]

Wow, there was a gun to Kevin's head. That shouldn't be there. He listened to Mr. Riot Suit say not to act like they were his leader, and Kevin didn't even understand what would make him want to be a leader and boss him around. Like, he was barely keeping himself alive, he didn't need to be looking out for even more people. Then he mentioned lurking around the hotel, and Kevin realized that Mr. Riot Suit sounded a lot like Dickmunch- but that couldn't be right, could it? Brushing that thought away, Kevin watched as Mr. Riot Suit exited, soon followed by the chick that Desmond had apparently decided was worth something after she mentioned them damning themselves. Rude.


Kevin was a quite pleased with Desmond's decision to lock them in the store for the night- he really didn't want to die because their leader got attached, and it was dark- harder to see, easier to get caught. Desmond sat down, and Kevin mimicked his action a little ways off, legs crossed as he listened to his question.


He thought about it for a while, tapping his chin and humming thoughtfully before coming to an acceptable conclusion, "Well, apparently my parents did doomsday prep as a side job. I say apparently 'cause my brother and I didn't know until the day shit hit the fan," Kevin paused, pointedly not thinking too deeply about Marcus and what had become of him- he couldn't break down right now, there were people around, "When we got home from school the day it started, they were all packed and ready to leave. We moved around a lot after that, and eventually it was just me and my brother- he was good enough with weapons to keep us alive- and now it's just me. I pretty much just try to avoid populated areas, but they've got more food than the rural zones, ya'know?" He finished with a shaky smile, eyes closed so they wouldn't burn as much.

 

[PKCV2]

A rare moment silence was almost alien now to the woman on her knees, gone were the days when she would relax in a recliner at her apartment in the familiar city of Boston. The always abundant snow would always comfort Bek, the vast white blanket that felt cool on her back when she'd lay down on it, boyfriend always at her side, fingers interlocked. Then when they couldn't bear it anymore the couple simply rose from their prone positions and lock themselves in her apartment where warmth and hot cocoa awaited them, attracting the two like moths to flame. Then they would just sit on her couch, watching television and snuggled in a blanket, the numerous New England Patriots memorabilia adorning shelves that always filled Bek with joy. If only she had...if he had...


Bek was violently pulled back to reality, to the man in armor waving his shotgun around in dangerous fashion. Now her exhaustion was gone, fingers tightening around the metal weapon, prepared for shells and limbs to go flying at the pull of a trigger. Bek was now crouched, one knee to the ground, leg muscles tightened and ready to pounce but the man left, along with another girl.


Soon after the woman with the katana spoke up, she even gave up her name! Now she could be a quality friend! Now to make matters even cheerier, a younger looking guy asked them questions on how they survived! Joy!


Allowing herself a wide grin from ear to ear, she patiently listened to another boy tell his story, her smile never leaving her face, even when she decided to tell her side of the story.


"Okay so...once everything went ape shit, I uh...I just...packed up and left town. Nothing left for me there in good ol' Mass. Moved around quite a bit with some group of guys, they seemed nice. Always wore some stuff that reminded me of war paint, always managed to bring stuff to our camp, they always said they just found it...must've been the best scavengers ever cause I could hardly find supplies to keep me alive. I stuck with them for a while, they always complimented me...said they liked me."


Bek gave an amused sigh, remembering those wacky men.


"Anyways, they kinda...ditched me one night...not like I care right? Moving on...I wandered...kept moving...tried making new friends...but they...they would always leave. Sometimes I had to uh..."


Bek held up her tire iron.


"Yeah...oh! By the way, name is Ha Ha."


Her grin never left her face, almost an unnerving grin. She may as well have some fun with her new friends.

 

[Valiant]

He began to completely sweep some buildings, fighting through an occasional infected or two, his resolve powerful, blood now spewed across his chest, and across the brown leather he wore so proudly. The touch of a hand on his shoulder made him spin, praying it'd be Charlie, no, always another infected, which met the decisive end of his blade. He sighed after he'd slid the lifeless body of his sword.


Bewildered as his unfortunate luck, he assumed they'd have all just left the city already, would this mean he was the only one? He rested his blade on his shoulder, in dire need of something more protective. At one point, he crossed a pawn shop, full steel armor glinting in the corner, his eyes reflected the heavy defence. But his mind would not have it, the weight wouldn't be good, so instead, walking over, and with the knife from his belt, cut off one of the pauldrons. Hefty and durable, it would definitely hold its own in case he ran into any trouble. Working fancifully with the leather straps, he attached it to his shoulder, his left to be accurate, his right was his sword arm.


As he stepped back out onto the dusted street, he let out another roar of calling, establishing his defiance as a lion in the night, "CHARLIE!?"