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Realistic or Modern The Decay(Accepting.RULES IN OVERVIEW)

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"Oh no, Oh no," Callie shouted, her voice shaking. The father walker laid flat against the man, the monster using its every bit of strength to just take a bite off the man's face.


"HELP ME," The man cried. She didn't know what to do. The family was close behind, still near her previous tree.


"Oh god!" Callie shouted as she jumped down. The barely unnoticeable feeling of safety she felt above ground left her completely, and to her, that was all she had that kept her going. The father whipped his head around and grabbed her scarf, he tugged on it, pulling her in. Callie screamed, took off her scarf and pulled back.
Nathan scrambled to his feet, instantly picking up his crowbar from where he last dropped it and bringing it in a solid arc to the Daddy's head.


BLEGAAAANGG!!!


He gasped a little and quickly blurted "THANKYOU. WHAT'S YOUR NAME-" before the mother walker zoned in.
 

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It's been so long, hours maybe since Roy began the marathon towards nothing but wilderness. At this point he didn't even feel the pain in his legs. A sort of runner's high maybe? Well that didn't matter. He just kept running forward. It was almost as though he was unconscious as he sprinted deeper into the forest. There was a sharp pain in his chest, possibly from when he crashed into the tree branch. He probably had a broken rib or two. He must've passed at least a dozen walkers while running, but at their pace, they wouldn't manage to keep up with him. All the sound had gone blank and he didn't know what he was doing anymore.

Smash. A sudden powerful smack to the body sent him tumbling toward the ground. It was then that he snapped back into reality. It was a Spook, female in appearance, and Roy was on top of it.

"GYAH!!" He yelled trying to pick himself up, but failing due to the Spook having grabbed his collar with its spooky hands. One other inched toward him, A child. He pulled the decaying hands off of him, grabbed his wrench and stuffed it into the mouth of the Spooktress, shielding him from its teeth. he pushed deeper in until the wrench passed the teeth of the Spooker, and with that, used the last of his energy to give it a twist, breaking the jaw of the Spook. He quickly jumped up and pulled the wrench out of it's mangled face and began repeatedly bashing it's skull in like Issue 100 of the Walking Dead.

The Spooklet got the jump on him and grabbed his shirt sleeve. It bit down, just missing his flesh, and got a mouth full of fabric. Roy pulled away and fell on the ground. The pain in his chest was enough to put him to sleep, but he was not going to die, not after the day he's had.

The Spookus was already on top of him, trying to get a better meal than it's last, but Roy was keeping it away with his feet as he hysterically flailed his arms to grab at anything he could. The Spookle was at his face now, Roy keeping it back with one arm. His hand felt something hard, a rock, and he used it to crack the face of the Spook. Again, he bashed it's face in, killing it.

As he huffed and gasped for air, the outside world suddenly came back to him. Two people, one boy, and one young blonde child. Another Spooklet inched toward the boy. Roy grabbed his wrench from the mother Spook's face, and smashed it against the Spook child's skull. He actually killed it with one hit, maybe because it was a child, or maybe because of the adrenaline pumping through his body. Whatever it was, it wasn't enough to keep him from collapsing in front of the two strangers.​
 
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Alexander Wilhelm


Location: 1 kilometer west of the Military base, at a gas station


Alexander Walked west, hoping to find someone, he was shot in the shoulder, and could barely hold his baseball bat. He noticed a figure in front of him, roughly 50 feet away. Then, the figure started shambling towards him. Alexander, being the guy who loves bashing heads in, ran towards the figure, knowing for sure it was a zombie, then slamming his baseball bat 5 times into the back of its head. He also noticed a gas station, and decided to go in.


There was nothing inside of here, and most; if not all supplies, food and other provisions were gone. The gas station had even ran out of gas. He grabbed the last can of beans on the shelf, and put it in his backpack.


Alexander then continued on, finding several vehicles that were all stripped clean; he even swore he saw a body still inside, strapped to its seatbelt, Upside down.
 
What had just happened?


I don't know, I don't know I don't know


Nathan's eyes vividly darted from one scene to another - it had all just gone too quickly! At first he was killing the two zombies near him, then a family came for him to attack, then his saviour appeared, and everything was going well until something strange happened and suddenly all the zombies were dead, leaving both him and the girl with the body of a man.


Nathan inwardly cursed. With his albanol gone, he was now beginning to SEE them again.


But.. He couldn't of.. The things he saw - they weren't able to kill, they only moved and talked.


Tentatively, he bent down and poked it. The flesh was real and tangible, he wasn't psyching out. Warily, he looked at the blonde saviour before gesturing to help him heave the figure onto its side so that both could get a better glimpse of it's face.


-1-


-2-


-3-


.......


If it had one.


instead it had a mask, paper mâché - battered and smeared with blood and gore, drenched with water and mud. There were two piercings for eye-holes. It was ominous. He was starting not to like it. He didn't like it. Now he really didn't like it. His heart began to palpitate, his hands pouring sweat down the crowbar, his body still fighting the irresistible urge to claw down his entire face.


Watch out he's out to kill you. Kill kill kill.


In a panicked haze he grabbed the saviour by her collar.


"WHAT. WHAT DO WE DO."
 
(OOC: Anyone want to make any of our characters have an encounter?)


Alexander continued down the road, he found a dead soldier next to a humvee, he was surprised scavengers hadn't stripped the wreck. "Must of happened soon." he mumbled to himself. Just to make sure the soldier wasn't a zombie, he bashed his head in.


He then scouted for more goodies, and looted an M9 pistol, with 2 magazines, and a helmet; which he put on. He then looked inside of the Humvee, to find a couple of MREs and a military-grade combat pack, Alexander put it on and left the wreck.
 

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Carver Romero


The Outskirts of Prince William Forest Park


With Avalon


As they stumble into the trees, Carver notices Avalon's tears. Her breathing is coming heavily and he sees her holding her arm. He takes a quick look around, not noticing anything out of place, but knowing that the sounds of their crash brought some serious shit down onto them. Their transportation was gone, all their supplies, and the most important, their sense of stability, normalcy if you will, in a world where there is none. And it all evaporated right in front of their faces.



Pulling her to a stop, he turns Ava toward him. He starts by gripping her cheeks, wiping away a stray tear that fell, and looking into her eyes. Then lets his hands travel over her body, feeling for any more injuries, speaking softly to her as he does.


"Is everything okay? Your arm is dislocated and you've got a knarly cut on your cheek. But everything else feels alright? No more broken bones?"


She lets out a small smile as she seems to take him in, nodding gently to his questions.



"I may have broken a rib or two.." She responds. "But I think besides that I'm okay. How are you? Broken anywhere?"



He didn't tell her that he feels 5 ribs broken. That his head is swimming from the crash and from the adrenaline drop he just had. That every breath feels like a jab in the gut, and he can't tell her. She's obviously suffered more than him, and more than she ever has in her life before he's sure.



"I'm alright, don't worry about me. I've got to set your arm before we go any further..We may have to climb into a tree or something for the night, just to keep out of the way. I'm sorry..This is going to hurt quite a bit.." He frowns. "But try to keep as quiet as you can, alright? Here." Carver hands her the bag, specifically holding the strap. "Bite down on this, it'll help."



Carver grips her bicep, watching her wince, then put the strap between her teeth. He smiles sadly at her, then roughly pulls her arm back up into the socket.



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Avalon Jameson


Outskirts of Prince William Forest Park


With Carver


Avalon bites down hard, the pain making her body shiver as she lets out a soft squeal, her eyes squeezing shut. Never in her life has she broken anything, and this pain was almost pass out worthy. Carver rubs her good arm, murmuring apologies and sympathies, but his voice has an urgency. They weren't safe here,
anywhere, but this was particularly not safe.


A few deep breaths and she opens her eyes, slumping her body into his slightly.



"Okay..O-okay I'm good. We're..good. We should go.." Standing up straight again, she wipes the blood from her cheek.
That'll leave a nice big scar.


He leads them on, the trees thinning up further into a large open field. With her not so expert eyes, she see's nothing. Just blackness stretching on throughout the park. A few grunts and groans sound close, but not close enough to worry. They must hide themselves, or at least gain safety somewhere. She see's a big Oak tree not to far to the left, its large branches hanging low enough to grip onto and hoist up. As she gestures towards it, opening her mouth to speak, the zombie grabs her arm. She screams in panic, pushing roughly at its rotted chest as its mouth hangs close to taking flesh from her forearm. Kicking hard at its knees, he falls, pulling her awkwardly on top of its body.



"LET ME GO! Let..GO!" Avalon struggles, pulling hard with all her might so that he cant take her flesh, but he holds tight to her arm.



She sees Carver move, the knife she didn't know her grabbed slicing down neatly into the dead mans forehead, then he stops moving. Shuddering deeply, Avalon crawls away and stands, letting out a large sob as she wipes her face again. Avalon looks to Carter with tears in her eyes, but fierce determination showing on her face. She must look terrible, her face bruised and bleeding, and god knows whats happening to her hair, but he doesn't seem to notice.



"Lets climb a damn tree..fuck the ground."



She turns then, walking in front of Carver with a slight limp in her step. She turns too quickly to see the grin on his face, and the look of pride in his gaze.





 

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"Almost there...almost there". Those words resonated in Jacks mind continuously as he neared the police station. Slipping past the walkers as they were alerted by his presence, he braced himself as he got closer and closer to the walls that surrounded the station and its parking lot. He wrenched his bag from his shoulders and tossed it over the wall, then simultaneously leaped towards the wall, stepping off of it as to propel himself higher to grab onto the top. Once the flat surface was in his grasp, he pulled himself up as few walkers just barely missed his feet. After landing on the other side, he quickly drew his baton to face any threat inside, but with luck there wasn't a walker in sight. It seemed as if the wall and the gate that kept the station closed off from the rest of the block had not been breached by walkers, but inside the station may be another story. Jack averted his attention to the gate which would allow the police cruisers into the parking lot, seeing a few walkers reaching in, hungry, desperate, and noticed more follow suit. With his bag now back on his shoulders, he made his way into the department, getting a quick sense of nostalgia, reminding him of his old station.


Inside, the station seemed somewhat untouched by the apocalypse, aside from the dust and small flies that were here and there, buzzing around. He made his way to the armory, his real intentions being the weapons the stations housed. Entering the dark room, Jack dropped to his knees in dismay, his eyes telling him the truth, the army was wiped clean. He figured that when everything started going to hell, and the police were called, they must have taken the guns to fight back the dead. In the midst of putting the pieces together, his train of thought was interrupted by a fowl stench, coming from the closet actually. Jack rose to his feet and trudged to the door, waving his hand at the flies smacking into his face, and drew in closer to the door, reaching in for the handle.
 
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Callie held onto her scarf, her bones rattling as her whole body shook. A man with a mask just took the whole family out, one by one.


Is he like a superhero or something? She thought. He's wearing a mask, not exactly tights or a cape, but close enough.


She felt her body yank towards the side as the other man gripped onto her collar.


"Wha?" She shouted. "W-we, we have to help him!" Callie pointed towards the masked man's body laid flat on the ground. She released herself from his grip and went beside the man. Having no experience in first aid whatsoever besides putting a band aid on, she simply just looked for a pulse or any sign of breathing. S-so... I guess i can just... put my hand on his stomach and check if he's breathing maybe... She thought and did exactly that. She felt him slightly breathing and sighed. I don't know if this is right but what can you do honestly, i'm a child. Turning back towards the man behind her, she mumbled "M-my name is Callie, what about you?".
 

John Carlo

Location: Dumfries, Near Quantico Creek, In A House






Inventory: Large Kitchen Knife, Backpack, Half-Filled Bottle Of Water, Two Cans Of Food




John was in his neighbor's house, he was scavenging for food. He was sure that his neighbor, Abigail Quincy, wouldn't mind. He looked through the drawers, in the fridge, in the cabinets. He turned up with nothing, the place was empty. Abigail and her family, must have taken everything, when they left. John sighed in frustration, he was running out of food, quick. If he didn't find some, he would starve for sure. He needed to expand his scavenging area, but that would be dangerous. Cannibals might be hiding, just around the corner, waiting for that unfortunate person, who happened to be passing by.

He exited the house, making sure that he wasn't making any sound. He checked around, watching out for any potential enemy. He rushed back to his home, knowing that nobody would be around, as he had already explored the local area. He climbed up the stairs, went to his apartment, and shut the door behind him. Home Sweet Home! He looked around at his safe home, he took of his shoes and walked to the table near him.


John Carlo

Location: Dumfries, Near Quantico Creek, In John's Apartment






Inventory: Large Kitchen Knife, Backpack, Half-Filled Bottle of Water, Two Cans Of Food





John sat down on a chair, he looked down upon the table. On it was a map, he had drawn a red circle on it, which represented the place which he was to scavenge. But the whole place has been searched, with nothing to be found. He decided that he might as well look through another place. Maybe he could try to go to the Southbridge, it was pretty close and it might have a lot of supplies. He took out a red marker that was beside the map and drew a red circle over South Bridge, he also drew and X over the circle he had made prior.
 
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