Realistic or Modern THE WALKING DEAD - Our Broken World [IC - Open]

[Charles Babel]

Sam looked down at the hammer handed to him. Crude, but a few well placed shots to the head should do the trick. His fingers twitched momentarily almost making him drop the hammer, but he managed to hold on to it before following the rest.

As they came to a stop he'd nod to what Ray had to say. "Smart, these suckers are a handful in a crowd. One on one not so much...at least in my experience." An experience Sam could count on one hand, but you never told the crowd all the secrets. He looked on as Derek went to work, deciding to hold back for the time being. He knew he'd be a pain to drag out if something happened so might as well not risk it.

 

[Doctor Voidsman]

Doctor V saw a crow and went towards it and sounded like he was muttering to it...after a short period of time the crow hopped in his hand and onto his shoulder. with a smile beneath his mask he let's the crow stay on his shoulder as he walks towards the entrance to greet people. he hoped to meet someone and seeing that there were people conversing he decided to go over and ask them where he must go in order to be registered as he was slightly confused on what to do

Doctor V: "Excuse me I wish to ask where I must go if that is no trouble at all" He said in a soft voice as to not sound mean or hostile towards the people infront of him

 

[erzulie]

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Amir could feel when the stranger’s gaze had settled on him. Onyx eyes met hers, giving away nothing as he looked her over. There was nothing that suggested that something was off about her. As far as he knew she was looking him over for potential injuries just as she’d done the others. Her greeting clearly meant well but Amir was no longer the religious type, not after everything that happened. Her smile was met with a simple nod of his head as he adjusted the book bag on his back. The Brooklyn Crusher sat shiny and dark in his hand.

“Amir…” He had pointedly ignored her words about being out in the wilderness. Amir could honestly say that he preferred it. Having somewhere to lay his head wouldn’t be so bad for a while either though. “I’m not bit or injured. Y’all can check for yourselves if you want.” He figured that she wouldn’t just take it word for it. “If not, where should I go?”

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[Selee-01]

Guiding Andrew to the edge, Binna could see their group was making some progress. A sad smirk crossed her face as she saw Dean below. She pulled out one of her arrows, placing it on the crossbow. She took her time show Andrew how to reload and explained what to do. "You just need to point, take a deep breath, and fire. Don't overthink it."

Pulling out her own arrow, Binna placed it in her slingshot. Taking deep breath, she eyed the herd, looking for the right target. She saw one straying far ahead, and pulled her sling back. "Temple, right side." She called her shot, like she was the great Bambino himself, and let go. The arrow soared through the air before hitting the biter square in the middle of its right temple, just as Binna had said. Binna practically glowed with pride for a moment before quickly muting her emotions.

"I've been doing this for over thirty years. I don't expect you to be me. Just try your best."

Andrew nodded, impressed with her shot. Like something out of a movie, really. Thirty years of practice really paid off.

He fumbled with the crossbow, careful to avoid damaging his arm, and took aim. He picked out a particularly decayed undead, with a big tangled beard and only one arm, and aimed for the head.

He fired, and his bolt fell far short of the shambling corpse.

“Motherfucker,” he whispered, and began to load another shot.

 

[Josh]

Carmen

Observing Amir intensely for a moment, Sister Carmen eventually gave the young man a reassuring smile. The longer she stood in front of the boy, she realized both him and the other boy, Andrew, reminded her of the young soldiers she saw in Somalia. Their eyes were haunted. They never seemed willing to give you an inch. It was heartbreaking. Still, the Lord had plans for everyone. Who were we to question them?

"Well, Mr. Amir, since we're currently under attack, you can just hang out in one of the rooms with the others before we process you," Carmen explained. "New arrivals are given questions. You know what I mean? Questions like where have you been, where you're from, how you survived..."

"It is just a means to understand the kind of people you are," Father Craig added.

Bella had done a cursory examination of the group for the moment. "No bites or marks as far as I can tell. Might be better to move everyone to one of the rooms though."

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Binna

Taking another shot, Binna's arrow went in the left eye, and clear through the back. She had to be honest, she knew she was the best shot with an arrow here and she took pride in that. However, she saw Andrew getting angry with himself, so she lowered her slingshot, moving toward him.

"Hey! Enough of that negative talk! Everybody misses their first shot." She watched the boy as he reloaded. "This time, just aim for the head, take a deep breath, count to five, and fire. I know you got this." Binna smiled reassuringly as she stood next to him.

Selee-01

 

[Ghost_Candy]

Nothing had gone as planned.

Nothing, not the road trip they embarked on over a year ago, not going to the concert in Colorado- and, definitely not returning home.

Nothing could have prepared the two for the infection, people turning into soulless creatures craving nothing but grief and violence. Fighting from Colorado to Indiana, the two only had each other; from eating cold expired canned beans, to sleeping in dumpsters for protection, and losing their car- they had been through it all.

Now the two were sat in the back of a beat-up bus, Cricket had spotted it as they were walking, the woman driving was so welcoming and hopeful that Cricket didn't hesitate to trust her; much to Kenji's dismay, but they didn't have much choice. Kenji slept peacefully on Cricket's shoulder, his soft snores turning into white noise as she looked out the window, looking at the decaying scenery and thinking to herself. She turned her attention as Alastair spoke almost excitedly about a closed community named Faith; she in turn pulled out her tarot cards and took a card gently from the deck.

The Star, Upright.
[Hope, Opportunity]

She let out a small breath of relief she didn't realize she was holding and readjusted in her seat, Kenji slinking a lanky arm around her waist to sleep more comfortably.

As they arrived, Cricket stayed back- Kenji still asleep as Sarah talked to the people, which at first was friendly but soon turned tense. She couldn't ignore the small twist in her stomach as she thought of them being rejected and abandoned.

Sarah soon nodded to them, indicating they were okay to stay. Cricket tried not to jump out of her seat, but she shook Kenji before collecting her things and standing to her feet. After a bit of confused mumbling, Kenji joined her, his skateboard in tow. His baseball bat stuck out from the top of his backpack comically as he walked off the bus.

The man looked at the group of religious figures in disdain, giving them his info along with Cricket before they were escorted to the school. The two soon heard a yell, before she could think Cricket turned, about to rush to the aid of the yell, but a firm hand grabbed her, her green eyes met Kenji's dark brown ones.

"Don't, we just found safety," he spoke sternly- his grip on her arm wasn't tight, just firm. She looked away for a second, thinking the community handled itself this long, she hesitated before continuing down the hall with Kenji; his hand sliding down to rest in hers as they followed the others. Cricket for the first time in a while sat quietly, too shy to talk much to the nurse as she checked them both over; Kenji's hand still lingered as he watched the sky through the window.



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[Selee-01]

Taking another shot, Binna's arrow went in the left eye, and clear through the back. She had to be honest, she knew she was the best shot with an arrow here and she took pride in that. However, she saw Andrew getting angry with himself, so she lowered her slingshot, moving toward him.

"Hey! Enough of that negative talk! Everybody misses their first shot." She watched the boy as he reloaded. "This time, just aim for the head, take a deep breath, count to five, and fire. I know you got this." Binna smiled reassuringly as she stood next to him.

Andrew shot her the sort of look that said “oh really?”, mustering all of his teenaged disrespect to do so. But he bent his head in acknowledgment, and lined up his next shot on the corpulent, bearded dead man.

Inhale.

One.
He mustered his self-control.

Two.
He drowned his raging thoughts.

Three.
He led the target ever so slightly, accounting for its shamble.

Four.
He smoothed his shaking limbs.

Five.
And he fired.

The shot flew whistling through the air, wobbling ever so slightly in the breeze, and impaled itself in the undead corpse’s ear. It twitched, and then whatever force actuated it fled its rotten flesh. The walker fell.

Andrew grinned a vicious and sadistic grin, and reloaded.

 

[Zenterfold]

Brooke - Down the Street from Faith

After the failed supply run, Brooke could feel the that the energy had drained from her group. Paul was sporting a sad smile on his face the entire trip back, probably trying to stay positive despite what was probably worry for his daughter running through his head. Sean was always a bit despondent, though he hadn't say a single word since the baseball diamond. Danny had mumbled to himself a bit a few times, though Brooke had no idea what he was really thinking. He always seemed to shift moods pretty easily, so Brooke couldn't say for sure what was going on with him. She had a feeling that he felt a bit responsible for the lost supplies considering he had been the one to stash them at that outpost.

"It's okay, guys," Brooke eventually said. She gave her group a smile, leading them down Ewing street. "We have more than enough supplies to last us."

"That's not the point," Sean said bluntly. "Who took them?"

Neither Paul nor Danny responded. Brooke could say no answer that would satisfy the question. She knew that question would be on everyone's lips soon enough. There was a storm coming that Brooke knew she would have to weather. It was likely Faith would be tested in the coming weeks.

Brooke's love for her community was boundless. She looked back on everything she and Ray had built, feeling nothing but pride for how far they had come. She especially felt as if she had so much stacked against her. She had been tested all her life, first by her parents, then by her ambitions, then by a worldwide breakdown of society itself. There was absolutely no way she was going to let all she had accomplished fall through her grasp.

"Ah, shit," Danny said. They were turning the corner on to the street that bordered the North wall of Faith, only to spot a group of walkers milling around the front gate. There didn't seem to be too many, but Ray and the others looked like they could use some help.

Brooke took the lead. She signed to the others. "Engage. Split them up. Take them out."

***

Ray - Outside the Gate

The people of Faith had dealt with a countless number of the undead at their walls within the last year, so this process was nothing new to them. Even with the handful of new people, there did not seem to be any reason to worry the situation would worsen. The group of about thirty walkers slowly dwindled to about a dozen or so soon enough. Ray caught sight of Binna and a kid he didn't recognize on the West tower while Elliot had climbed up to the Eastern one. With their assistance, the horde would be gone in just a few more minutes.

Unfortunately, as their numbers dwindled, the walkers were becoming less distracted. The tactic of grabbing only a few at a time started becoming ineffective as every single member of the horde started toward Ray and the others. "Careful," he said, watching as Derek put one hand on his rifle. Ray was about to instruct the group to spread out when he heard a voice from down the road.

"Ray!"

On the other side of the walker herd, Ray spotted Brooke coming up the street. She was trying to get the attention of the walkers in order to divide them. It was just the extra help they needed. The group of walkers stumbled apart, splitting up and making them easy to thin out. Ray crushed the skull of one undead creature, watching as Brooke did the same on the other side. The pair were in sync, taking charge and taking out the threat from both sides. Those on the watchtowers had an easy time picking off any walkers milling about in the middle, unsure which tasty human to go after first.

Before long, not a single walker was left standing. Ray let out a deep breath, smiling at Brooke. She broke the distance between them and he pulled her into a hug. "Glad you're back," he whispered into her ear. She tightened her hug, though Ray felt her also stiffen a bit.

"Yeah," she said, sounding tired. "Me too. But we need to talk."

"You're telling me." He pulled away and gestured to the three newcomers among them. "These three are a part of a little convoy that just arrived. They heard our broadcast."

He was about to say more when someone new arrived. To say that he was peculiar was an understatement. He was practically a giant, wearing a get-up that made Ray wonder if he was some kind of medieval time traveler. Of course, with the world the way it was now, seeing someone in a mask wasn't entirely strange. Hell, one of the bus people was masked himself. Though, wait, was that a crow on his shoulder?

"Err... I'm assuming this guy isn't with you all?" Ray questioned, looking to the bus people.

The red-haired one shrugged. "Nope, definitely not."

"Okay..." Ray crossed his arms in thought. "Well, if you're looking to join the community, we'll have to just lump you in with the other newcomers."

Brooke stared at all of them for a moment, probably assessing them. They were the most intimidating of the people who had gotten off the bus, so Ray wasn't sure they gave the best first impression of their whole group. Of course, they probably looked quite tame next to the plague doctor. "My name is Brooke," she eventually said. "I lead Faith alongside Ray."

"You four should come back with us," Ray said. "Need to finish assessing your group. Guy in the outfit, if you got any guns, I'd appreciate if you could give them to me before I let you inside. And Dean..." He turned to Dean, who was still giving the newcomers a wary gaze. "You and the others clean up the dead. Derek, you're with me. Paul, you're free to head inside. Jemma's going to be happy to see you."

Ray led Derek, Paul, and the three newcomers back into Faith. Paul broke off from them to meet with Jemma, who ran up to them and threw her arms around her dad. He looked a bit sad, which made Brooke lean up to whisper into Ray's ear as they continued to walk.

"The supplies were missing. Someone took them."

Ray tried to hide his dismay from his face. Missing supplies were bad enough, but coinciding with the arrival of new people was not a combination he was looking forward to dealing with. They would have to be careful. Very, very careful.

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Sarah - Inside the School

The leaders of Faith, a couple named Brooke and Ray, had come into the school to announce that the threat at the gate had been dealt with. They introduced themselves and explained to the bus group that they were all welcome to stay, required that they just answer a few questions. Andrew was apparently exempt from this, having been questioned by the nun earlier. Sarah was kind of nervously excited to talk to these people. She had a few questions of her own.

She didn't really know what to make of the plague doctor that had apparently shown up right behind them. Ray had asked the man to remove his mask for the moment, at least confirming he was a normal human.

Once everyone had exchanged names, they were shuffled into separate rooms to do basic interviews with Brooke, Ray, Father Craig, and Sister Carmen. It was to be just stuff like who they were, where they were from, and how they had survived up to this point. Considering the amount of them, the leaders decided to leave follow-up questions and concerns until after the interviews.

Sarah, all things considered, had a very boring story to tell. She was from Tennessee and her most stable job had been at a pretty boring fabrics store. She had just been lucky to survive the outbreak, holding up with her friends with a bunch of supplies. Of course, they had all been so naïve, unable to survive for very long. Sarah just happened to be the only one to get out. Father Craig, the one to interview her, had expressed sadness over her story. Sarah had gotten the sense that he had been looking for something when he asked how she had survived, but he seemed satisfied when she said she mostly had just kept her head down, eventually deciding she needed to find a community like Faith.

However the interviews had gone, Faith's leaders seemed satisfied when they were done. At the very least, no one was being immediately kicked out. "We want you guys to feel comfortable," Ray said to the group. "You have free reign of our community, though we ask that you don't try and leave the walls for now. Come meet me at the office here in the school around sundown so I can assign you rooms. Any questions you have for us, ask them now. Otherwise, you're free to go."

Ray seemed nice enough, but he never said anything about them getting their guns back. Not that they had many coming into Faith. Still, Derek, the head of security, definitely had a gun and definitely was eyeing them. They may have had free reign, though Sarah was sure they couldn't afford to cause any trouble.

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[The Dapper Mog]

Julianna - Inside the School

It was just another day in Faith. Julianna was having a difficult time adjusting to life in the closed town. It wasn't that the town was terribly alien to her. In fact, Faith felt much like Huntington to her. Just a small town with nary a voice getting out into the bigger world. No, it was far more difficult to get a handle on the significant changes to the world at large. With the dead walking and civilization crumbling, it made her former squabbles with her life seem so petty. Fortunately, she had enough sanity left to hold tightly onto her last remaining piece of hope. This morning, her routine was the same as ever. Wake up, get Calliope set for the day, workout, shower, get some practice in, relax and do some drawing, then get to work.

Being a nurse here in Faith was, oddly enough, less stressful than before. There were infinitely less people that needed help, and building a rapport with patients is much easier when you're only dealing with a pool of a hundred or so. The raven haired woman gave herself a long look in the mirror of her restroom, fresh from her standard routine and ready to truly begin her day. After that, heading to the school to watch over Calliope was the plan, but with her lessons going on, the woman found herself at a loss of what to do. Then the commotion.

First walkers, then newcomers. It wasn't an entirely uncommon occurrence. In of that it had happened a few times since her arrival so many months ago. But this time it felt different. There was something in the air that was foul, and it wasn't the occasional stench of decay that wafted into town. Once the newcomers got their initial welcome spiel, it was time to do some questioning. Screening people was something she was rather accustomed to as a nurse. Though that was always involving medical issues, not giving people a safe haven and making sure those people could be trusted. As the divvied off, Julianna approached one of the men who was seated, noting another man walking away from him.

"Hey there. Welcome to Faith. I'm Julianna, and I need to ask you a few questions. I know you just got here and I'm sure it was troubling, but this formality is important."

Julianna had a soft timbre to her voice, welcoming, and gentle like a spring breeze. Her hand idly swept a stray strand of her dark hair from her face as her other hand rested upon her hip. The posture spoke of a casual demeanor, but her choice of words were professional. This was practiced. Better to keep people at ease by not looming but be outright and polite when asking for information. Comfortable people were far more likely to be honest.

"Firstly, what's your name and where are you from?"

Josh

 

[Doctor Voidsman]

Ray - Outside the Gate

The people of Faith had dealt with a countless number of the undead at their walls within the last year, so this process was nothing new to them. Even with the handful of new people, there did not seem to be any reason to worry the situation would worsen. The group of about thirty walkers slowly dwindled to about a dozen or so soon enough. Ray caught sight of Binna and a kid he didn't recognize on the West tower while Elliot had climbed up to the Eastern one. With their assistance, the horde would be gone in just a few more minutes.

Unfortunately, as their numbers dwindled, the walkers were becoming less distracted. The tactic of grabbing only a few at a time started becoming ineffective as every single member of the horde started toward Ray and the others. "Careful," he said, watching as Derek put one hand on his rifle. Ray was about to instruct the group to spread out when he heard a voice from down the road.

"Ray!"

On the other side of the walker herd, Ray spotted Brooke coming up the street. She was trying to get the attention of the walkers in order to divide them. It was just the extra help they needed. The group of walkers stumbled apart, splitting up and making them easy to thin out. Ray crushed the skull of one undead creature, watching as Brooke did the same on the other side. The pair were in sync, taking charge and taking out the threat from both sides. Those on the watchtowers had an easy time picking off any walkers milling about in the middle, unsure which tasty human to go after first.

Before long, not a single walker was left standing. Ray let out a deep breath, smiling at Brooke. She broke the distance between them and he pulled her into a hug. "Glad you're back," he whispered into her ear. She tightened her hug, though Ray felt her also stiffen a bit.

"Yeah," she said, sounding tired. "Me too. But we need to talk."

"You're telling me." He pulled away and gestured to the three newcomers among them. "These three are a part of a little convoy that just arrived. They heard our broadcast."

He was about to say more when someone new arrived. To say that he was peculiar was an understatement. He was practically a giant, wearing a get-up that made Ray wonder if he was some kind of medieval time traveler. Of course, with the world the way it was now, seeing someone in a mask wasn't entirely strange. Hell, one of the bus people was masked himself. Though, wait, was that a crow on his shoulder?

"Err... I'm assuming this guy isn't with you all?" Ray questioned, looking to the bus people.

The red-haired one shrugged. "Nope, definitely not."

"Okay..." Ray crossed his arms in thought. "Well, if you're looking to join the community, we'll have to just lump you in with the other newcomers."

Brooke stared at all of them for a moment, probably assessing them. They were the most intimidating of the people who had gotten off the bus, so Ray wasn't sure they gave the best first impression of their whole group. Of course, they probably looked quite tame next to the plague doctor. "My name is Brooke," she eventually said. "I lead Faith alongside Ray."

"You four should come back with us," Ray said. "Need to finish assessing your group. Guy in the outfit, if you got any guns, I'd appreciate if you could give them to me before I let you inside. And Dean..." He turned to Dean, who was still giving the newcomers a wary gaze. "You and the others clean up the dead. Derek, you're with me. Paul, you're free to head inside. Jemma's going to be happy to see you."

Ray led Derek, Paul, and the three newcomers back into Faith. Paul broke off from them to meet with Jemma, who ran up to them and threw her arms around her dad. He looked a bit sad, which made Brooke lean up to whisper into Ray's ear as they continued to walk.

"The supplies were missing. Someone took them."

Ray tried to hide his dismay from his face. Missing supplies were bad enough, but coinciding with the arrival of new people was not a combination he was looking forward to dealing with. They would have to be careful. Very, very careful.

the Crow began to caw at Ray as if it didn't like him but Doctor V pats the crows head as he followed behind Ray only to be stopped by him. hearing he had to had over his revolver made him frown a bit and sigh. he reached into his trench coat and pulled out a 44. 6 round revolver he had been carrying with him. he opened the chamber and dumped out all 6 rounds of ammunition and ever dropped 6 speed loaders he was carrying...it was clear he was keeping the gun. he reholstered it back in his hip and began picking up the munitions and speed loader before holding his hand out to Ray as if he was handing him something.

Doctor V: "I will give you my munitions but the weapon stays with me..." he said in soft deep tone. his mask muffled his words but they were audible enough for Ray to hear him. he stood there motionless waiting for Ray to take the bullets and Speedloader.

 

[Josh]

Carmen

The battle was over and sister Carmen let out a sigh of relief. As she conducted her interview, she kept wanting to check on Derek. She knew he was safe, but she just wanted to hug him. Still, she had a job to do.

After Ray's little speech, Carmen did her sisterly duties, passing out bottles of waters and shaking hands. She couldn’t help but notice the seven-foot man In an... interesting mask. Truly these times were wearing people down.

Carmen made it to Cricket and Kenji. They seemed, well, less broken than the other two young ones.

"Hello, you two!" Carmen's voice was inviting and warm. "I am sister Carmen. Do you two wonderful new members of our family need anything?" While she was definitely forcing the theatrics a bit, it was all in earnest.

"Actually, I have a question," Alastair said. "I appreciate the bottled water, but is there anywhere we can get a bite to eat? And... do you have running water?"

"By the grace of God, we do," Father Craig said. Judging by his tone, he was being a tad cheeky. "There's an old YMCA at the opposite corner of Faith where most people go to get cleaned up. There are facilities here at the school, but you'll have more room over there."

"We hand out food at the church," Derek added bluntly. "If you want something hot, you have to be on time. Everything is rationed."

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Wally

After having his question answered, Alistair sat with Wally in the hallway. Both men were happy. Alastair had twisted his ankle and he was gonna get checked on by the head doctor. But for now? The two friends simply chatted.

"You know, 'stair, I've been seventy days. Seventy days since day since we meet. Seventy days drink free." Wally smirked. "You saved my life, man."

Alastair was beaming happiness. "You give me too much credit." The man took a deep breath. "Look, I didn't know what was going to happen after we met. I wanted to believe there could be something better out there for the both of us. It's been insane. Now, we have a home. A legit, actual home! With goddamn running water! Something in my gut told me something good was gonna happen when we got here. And it did."

Alastair pulled Wally into a hug and the two started laughing loudly. When they pulled away, Alastair nodded. "Well, my interview is done," he said. "Gonna get my leg looked at, then see about those showers. I'll see you later, Wally."

The bearded man stood up and pat Wally on the shoulder as a young woman approached them. She was cute, average height. She looked tired, like she needed a nap. Didn't we all, Wally thought.

Gesturing for her to take a seat, the man was all smiles. He was dirty, but not as much as some of the others.

"Saved the best for last, huh?" he joked. "Nice to meet you, Julianna. I'm Walcott Roberts. Everybody calls me Wally."

Wally gazed around the room. "This place is amazing. So nice. Surprisingly clean. I'm from Seattle, lived in Miami for a bit with my sister. I was in Chicago when the world went to shit. What about you? You from around here?" He paused. "I can ask you questions too, right? Or is this, like, a one-way street thing?" Wally smirked like goof. He was trying to make the woman smile. Or at least get some enjoyment out of her job.

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[Doctor Voidsman]

The battle was over and sister Carmen let out a sigh of relief. As she conducted her interview, she kept wanting to check on Derek. She knew he was safe, but she just wanted to hug him. Still, she had a job to do.

After Ray's little speech, Carmen did her sisterly duties, passing out bottles of waters and shaking hands. She couldn’t help but notice the seven-foot man In an... interesting mask. Truly these times were wearing people down.

Carmen made it to Cricket and Kenji. They seemed, well, less broken than the other two young ones.

"Hello, you two!" Carmen's voice was inviting and warm. "I am sister Carmen. Do you two wonderful new members of our family need anything?" While she was definitely forcing the theatrics a bit, it was all in earnest.

"Actually, I have a question," Alastair said. "I appreciate the bottled water, but is there anywhere we can get a bite to eat? And... do you have running water?"

"By the grace of God, we do," Father Craig said. Judging by his tone, he was being a tad cheeky. "There's an old YMCA at the opposite corner of Faith where most people go to get cleaned up. There are facilities here at the school, but you'll have more room over there."

"We hand out food at the church," Derek added bluntly. "If you want something hot, you have to be on time. Everything is rationed."

The man was humming softly till the woman known as Carmen called him over to which he walked over to here what she had to say...hearing they had food caused his stomach to rumble about to which he looked off a bit embarrassed. however when he heard that they were rationed it hurt him a little to see a community not having enough to eat a it reminded him of his younger years back in east Berlin.

Doctor V: "I would like to stay here and help out. I must ask if I can be in charge of gathering food for everyone I understand it might not be much but i am willing to help out around here"

 

[Ghost_Candy]

The room soon filled up with members of Faith, people from the bus, as well as a tall man in a plague doctor outfit, which Cricket raised an eyebrow to- but decided not to think much of it due to how strange the last year had been. After she and Kenji were interviewed- having to explain how their survival was a mixture of stealth and pure luck; they were approached by a woman, who they recognized as a nun. She was overly kind to them, which Cricket could tell Kenji wasn't sold on her at all.

Before either of them could respond, Alastair pulled the sister's attention away- and got answers to most of both of their questions.

After a moment of thought Cricket slipped off the desk she was sat on, before approaching Carmen.

"I'd love nothing more than a shower, is there any way I could wash my current clothes, maybe get a towel and change of clothes?" The idea of being clean was almost enough to make her cry- thankfully she had stashed a few toiletries including shampoo, soap, and deodorant; but she never got to use them fully.

Kenji then joined her side, so quiet she barely noticed him before he spoke.

"Is there hot food now? I'm starving, really. As in I haven't eaten in days"

In a few brief moments, Cricket was handed a towel, as well as some clean clothing- slightly too large white pajamas. She then took her bag, and new fresh things before heading to the YMCA.

After a brief farewell, Kenji headed to the church in hopes of hot food.

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[The Dapper Mog]

Julianna

The politeness was expected, the witty addendums, not so much. The young woman's lips curled slightly at the corners, the start of a larger smile, but her expression remained pleasantly neutral. His responses were a little amusing, she supposed, and some part of her respected seeing someome approach these dire days with some humor. Still, she didn't feel she could terribly afford to drop the guard of civility that she had been working on. At least, outside of a couple of people.

"Well, Wally, it's a pleasure to meet you." Julianna responded, giving him a quick nod while she let him continue to answer.

The man, Wally, was a decently traveled man. The most important part for now, was where he was when the world ended. He claimed Chicago, which meant he lived in a large city at the time. That must have been a nightmare. It was bad enough in small towns.

The raven haired woman cocked her head a bit and raised a brow at his questioning of her, and allowed herself to show a quick amused smile.

"You can ask me questions if you like, but I may not answer them. I am from around here yes." Julianna's smile waned as she righted her posture, the air of professionalism creeping back in.

"Now, Wally, how did you survive out there? Especially coming from such a big city. Did you have to make any difficult decisions? Anything...questionable?"

Her dark brown eyes scanned him closely as she spoke and after, searching for any tells or signs of discomfort. More so, for any signs of attempte to mislead or deceive. Patients had a tendency to lie about uncomfortable subjects. In her experience, joining a place like this put a lot of pressure on people to say the right thing and not the truth.

Josh

 

[Zenterfold]

Elliot - Clearing the Dead > Church Cafeteria

Elliot assisted the others in clearing the dead away from the front gates, moving them across the street and into the adjacent buildings. Leaving a group of rotting corpses around wouldn't do for the community, so any dead they killed had to be relocated. Luckily for Faith, a crematorium with a gas furnace was located in the block of buildings nearby, meaning they didn't have to find locations to bury the dead. The mass exodus from the city that apparently occurred left a whole lot of gas and propane behind, leaving Faith able to burn the dead whenever they desired and keep their generators running.

Danny was assisting the group as well, having just gotten back from a supply run with Brooke. Elliot always felt a little worried for the guy whenever he went out on a run. Danny had managed to keep himself safe all this time so far, but it was just something inherent to their bond that had Elliot worry. Danny had become like a brother to Elliot, a thought that meant a whole lot considering Elliot had lost his real brother during the apocalypse.

As the last of the dead were dealt with, Danny pulled Elliot aside and spoke to him, using ASL alongside his words. "We'll need to talk later," he said, looking upset. Elliot could read Danny pretty well, so he could tell that Danny was trying not to look downcast. However, as his friend's sign language improved, his ability to mask his emotions and tone had lessened in turn. Whatever they had to talk about, it definitely was something serious.

The pair stepped back into Faith alongside the others. They bid farewell to Dean, who gave them a nod before heading off. The others were more kind, thanking Elliot for his help on the tower. Elliot rather liked the people of Faith. They treated him far better than the people at his first long-term community had treated him. Here, so many people had made an effort to learn to sign for him, where back then, Danny was one of precious few who even bothered. That had to be partly due to Binna, who signed about as expertly as Elliot had seen anyone sign. Of course, Binna seemed to be good at everything, so it was no wonder she had been able to teach so many others.

Danny said he needed to check on something and that they would meet up later, leaving Elliot alone with his thoughts. He'd heard about the new people and found himself a bit interested in checking them out. New people in the area had been unheard of lately, especially a group. Faith had started up a broadcast to draw people in, partly out of a panicked worry they might be the only ones left for miles upon miles. Brooke and Ray seemed genuinely interested in growing their community, though not everyone had been so open to the idea. Hell, it had taken months for some people to get used to Elliot and his group.

Elliot eventually ended up at the church for lunch. Considering the attack, the lunch time had been extended. On the menu today was lentil soup, bread, yogurt, and sliced tomatoes. It was basically a feast in today's world. They certainly weren't hurting for food, but it had been agreed upon a while ago that food would need to be rationed indefinitely. No one really complained, all things considered.

The church had been divided into sections. There was the one room where services were held, though sometimes community meetings were there too. Having once been a soup kitchen, a section of the church had easily converted into a cafeteria. There were other rooms underground for supplies and housing. Though, as far as Elliot knew, only the nun slept down there.

Spotting a boy he did not recognize in the cafeteria, Elliot figured he must be one of the new people. He sat across from him at the table and signed to him, though after a moment decided to take out his notepad and pencil to write a note. He passed it off quickly with a smile.

"Hi. I assume you're one of the new people? I'm Elliot."

Ghost_Candy

 

[Josh]

Binna

As everything settled after the attack, Binna walked toward Andrew, weapon still in hand.

"Andrew, right? Great shooting! You're a natural."

While maybe he took a little too much joy in killing the Walker, Binna recognized talent. "That was my boyfriend, Greg's, before he--" Binna took a deep break. It'd been five months, but she was still somewhat raw. "Since he died. If you want it, it's yours. You'll just need to 'work it off.' We could always arrange you to work in the Nurse's Office as a supply organizer for, well, I don't know? Two weeks? After that? It's yours."

They had descended the tower and were walking toward the school when a man with a bushy red beard came up to them. "Are you Doctor Roberts? You have a minute? It's about my leg..."

Binna turned to Andrew. "I have a patient, it seems. Do you need time to think about it, or do we have a deal?"

Jemma had rejoined the group and flashed Andrew a smile from behind Binna. "She letting you keep that?" she asked. "I could help train you."

Selee-01

Carmen

As the young duo left, Sister Carmen spoke one last time to Cricket as she was leaving. "Dear, the good shampoo is under the towels in the bottom supply closet." Bella had hidden them there since a lot of the men were "wasting" it.

Smirking, Sister Carmen turned sharply, almost running into the Doctor V. He was towering over the Sister, but she didn't seem shaken. Listening to his question, she was puzzled if he was a doctor and if he wouldn't want to be a part if the medical unit. To be fair, there was no way Doctor Hatch would ever agree to be anywhere near this man.

Pondering the giant's words, Carmen replied, her eyes like steel. "It would have to be cleared by the the 'higher ups,' but I'd support that move. It does fit your skillset from what I gathered in the interview." Carmen glowed. "However, Sir, I most admit that... your mask? " Carmen looked around, motioning to the people that were gawking at them like zoo animals. "Might I suggest that, at least while in Faith, I don't want to say you 'conform' to how everyone else is dressing, but we're trying to bring normality to the people. Besides, I'm afraid it might be... unnerving for some of the folks here." Carmen tried to be as polite possible. In a way, who was she to judge? She was the one wearing a blue scarf around her head trying to present as a sister of the church.

"Maybe you leave the mask and suit in your room when you get one?"

Meanwhile, Derek discontinued his watch to walk over to Owens. "Hey, so I gotta ask..." Derek fumbled over his words slightly. "You the real Lionheart?" he asked.

Charles Babel Doctor Voidsman
Wally

Catching Julianna's professional mannerisms, Wally just smirked. He understood, giving her a respectful nod when Julianna said she was from around here.

However, the joy he was showing suddenly faded, like a light was turned off. His face showed deep sadness as he listened to every word Julianna said. Taking a deep breath, he replied, "yeah, it's hell out there." His response was short and to the point. It almost seemed he was having a panic attack as he clenched his fist, before taking another long deep breath. He looked the woman in the eyes. "Y-Yeah. I've done things I'm not proud of." He was ready to bare his soul, ready to lift a weight off. "I've had to protect myself and people I cared about." He looked down, like a shamed dog. "But that's what it's like now, ya know? If someone hasn't done anything they regret, I'd be shocked." Wally looked back up at Julianna. "That's why I need this group. You can't be alone anymore. I've been out there too long. People are just getting worse! And yet? And yet you need people to live. That's the tricky part." Another sad smile crossed his lips.

"But things are gonna change. As of today, I've been clean and sober for seventy days. A miracle happened. And I've chosen to find the silver linings in things. Not take it for granted." Wally was being honest, wiping tears from his face. "I'm sorry. I lost control of my emotions a bit. It's been a long couple of days. But yeah. It's like what my sister, Bi, would say: 'Life is what you make it.' I'm gonna try, from this day forward, to make joy for others and myself. God knows we need it."

The Dapper Mog

 

[Selee-01]

Binna

As everything settled after the attack, Binna walked toward Andrew, weapon still in hand.

"Andrew, right? Great shooting! You're a natural."

While maybe he took a little too much joy in killing the Walker, Binna recognized talent. "That was my boyfriend, Greg's, before he--" Binna took a deep break. It'd been five months, but she was still somewhat raw. "Since he died. If you want it, it's yours. You'll just need to 'work it off.' We could always arrange you to work in the Nurse's Office as a supply organizer for, well, I don't know? Two weeks? After that? It's yours."

They had descended the tower and were walking toward the school when a man with a bushy red beard came up to them. "Are you Doctor Roberts? You have a minute? It's about my leg..."

Binna turned to Andrew. "I have a patient, it seems. Do you need time to think about it, or do we have a deal?"

Jemma had rejoined the group and flashed Andrew a smile from behind Binna. "She letting you keep that?" she asked. "I could help train you."

Andrew briefly, but genuinely, smiled at the compliment. Shooting down walkers from the comfortable distance of a tower had been fun, once he’d gotten the hang of it. He could see himself using a crossbow once he was back on his own. Would make getting food easier.

And her offer was incredibly generous. He didn’t know how to comfort her over her dead boyfriend, but she continued on, and he decided there wasn’t much need to.

“We have a deal,” he said. He needed something to do while his arm healed, after all, and he certainly didn’t want to be some burden.

Jemma’s offer was surprising, but he eagerly accepted.

“Fuck yeah,” he said.

 

[Doctor Voidsman]

As the young duo left, Sister Carmen spoke one last time to Cricket as she was leaving. "Dear, the good shampoo is under the towels in the bottom supply closet." Bella had hidden them there since a lot of the men were "wasting" it.

Smirking, Sister Carmen turned sharply, almost running into the Doctor V. He was towering over the Sister, but she didn't seem shaken. Listening to his question, she was puzzled if he was a doctor and if he wouldn't want to be a part if the medical unit. To be fair, there was no way Doctor Hatch would ever agree to be anywhere near this man.

Pondering the giant's words, Carmen replied, her eyes like steel. "It would have to be cleared by the the 'higher ups,' but I'd support that move. It does fit your skillset from what I gathered in the interview." Carmen glowed. "However, Sir, I most admit that... your mask? " Carmen looked around, motioning to the people that were gawking at them like zoo animals. "Might I suggest that, at least while in Faith, I don't want to say you 'conform' to how everyone else is dressing, but we're trying to bring normality to the people. Besides, I'm afraid it might be... unnerving for some of the folks here." Carmen tried to be as polite possible. In a way, who was she to judge? She was the one wearing a blue scarf around her head trying to present as a sister of the church.

"Maybe you leave the mask and suit in your room when you get one?"

Hearing that she would take it to the higher ups made him smile softly however upon hearing that he had to remove his suit (or skin as he saw it) caused his crow to caw at her and flutter it wings. Doctor V had shut the crow with bit of seed he found on the ground.

"Miss....carmen right? As much as I would agree with you i am afraid I will not be removing my suit at any point in time except maybe a shower but the rest of the time i will not be. i appologize if it must be required but I'm afraid I can not do that" he gave a small bow to show he was sorry as the crow flew off his shoulder into the sky "hm...she will return soon"

 

[Josh]

Carmen

"Sister," the woman snapped back as the bird swooped past her. "Sister Carmen." This man was strange, to say the least.

"It's your choice, but don't be surprised if Ray or Brooke ask the same thing. They want our people to feel safe, both emotionally and physically. You say you understand, but I don't know if you do. You know, crows can represent transformation in some cultures. Maybe that bird was a sign of change?"

Doctor Voidsman

Binna/Jemma

"Okay, tomorrow," Binna said to Andrew. "8 in the morning. Don't be late." Binna smiled as she motioned for the red-haired man to follow her. As the two left, the guy made some sort of joke that neither Andrew or Jemma could here, but it got a laugh out of Binna.

When Binna was gone, Jemma shrugged. "Should be fun," she said. "We have a couple of targets set up to practice your shots. A lot of people use it. You can shoot from one of the roofs, or on the ground. So, you can work on firing at any range."

She was in high spirits, though a thought occurred to her that made her pause. "It should be okay, but I have to check with my dad first. He's a little..." Jemma looked down. "Overprotective."

Selee-01

 

[Selee-01]

"Okay, tomorrow," Binna said to Andrew. "8 in the morning. Don't be late." Binna smiled as she motioned for the red-haired man to follow her. As the two left, the guy made some sort of joke that neither Andrew or Jemma could here, but it got a laugh out of Binna.

When Binna was gone, Jemma shrugged. "Should be fun," she said. "We have a couple of targets set up to practice your shots. A lot of people use it. You can shoot from one of the roofs, or on the ground. So, you can work on firing at any range."

She was in high spirits, though a thought occurred to her that made her pause. "It should be okay, but I have to check with my dad first. He's a little..." Jemma looked down. "Overprotective."

Andrew squinted at that, shooting her a dark gaze. ‘Overprotective’ parents was discomfortingly familiar to him. It was not a pleasant familiarity.

“Overprotective?” He said, keeping his tone level. He was probably too quick to assume the worst, he chided himself. Parents were supposed to be protective, or at least that was what he’d always imagined.

 

[Doctor Voidsman]

"Sister," the woman snapped back as the bird swooped past her. "Sister Carmen." This man was strange, to say the least.

"It's your choice, but don't be surprised if Ray or Brooke ask the same thing. They want our people to feel safe, both emotionally and physically. You say you understand, but I don't know if you do. You know, crows can represent transformation in some cultures. Maybe that bird was a sign of change?"

"Perhaps it maybe....but in others the crow is a sign of death. ironic isn't it...food is rationed around her and I happened to name my crow Famine" He sighs softly and looks around "I do not wish for people to fear me I wish for them to see me as a helpful man but perhaps fate has different plans" he said with a saddened tone in his voice. the crow once again returned with and sat in his shoulder to which he reached into his pocket pulled out 2 finger fulls of seed and held it up to the bird*

 

[Ghost_Candy]

Cricket - School > YMCA Women's Changeroom

Quietly Cricket made her way through the vacant building, every footstep and movement echoed as she moved. Finally finding the women's changeroom, she quickly moved to a bench inside.

She sat in silence for a moment, reflecting on how things seemed so bleak- but in mere moments she had food, a hot shower, and safety. She placed her duffle bag down, it was muddy and stunk of mildew- but it was the closest thing to home she had. Pulling out her deck again, she pulled a card.

The Hanged Man, Upright.
[Uncertainity, Transition]

With that, she put the cards away and pulled out the toiletries she had in the bag. Cricket stood to her feet, stripping her clothing and folding them neatly onto the bench. She approached the shower, placing her soap and shampoo down on the tile next to her feet. She then turned on the facet, turning her back to it. The warm water hit her sore back in a way so pleasant the woman nearly purred, she stretched her body; letting her skin and muscles feel the relief.

She grabbed her soap, making sure to clean every inch- it had been a few months since she had a proper shower, longer since one with hot water. She took her time, washing her hair and enjoying the shower before hesitantly exiting.

Cricket dried herself with the towel, changing into the pajamas provided- she felt like she was on a cloud. Clean clothes, she was clean. She let out a breath, looking at herself in the mirror for a moment. She gave her reflection a smile as she put the towel over her shoulder before leaving the building, and heading toward the church.


Zenterfold Josh Selee-01 (Cricket would be passing Jemma and Andrew)

Kenji - School > Church Cafeteria

Nothing mattered to Kenji at this moment besides food, he sat down- anxiously awaiting to receive his rations. As soon as they handed the meal to him- he dug into it like a starved dog, eating messily as he tore the bread and dunked it in the warm soup, before shoving it into his mouth. The man nearly moaned as it hit his tongue. This was much better than cold chef Boyardee.

He continued to demolish his lunch, only stopping when a note was slid his way- not even noticing that another man sat across from him. Kenji had his right cheek large with food, as he looked at the other, Elliot the note said.

He quickly chewed and swallowed before writing back.

"Yes, I was on the bus. I'm Kenji," his handwriting was scratchy and rushed, but legible enough.


Zenterfold

 

[Charles Babel]

Sam breathed heavily after fighting off the few zombie stragglers that had come his way. It didn't feel good slamming that thing into the head of those things but...either them over him or anyone else in here. With a shaky hand he handed the hammer back to one of the people who lived here. Sam figured it was best to let it go before someone gave him the stink-eye, like that one guy who didn't seem happy about new people.

Anyway as everyone was walking away to do their assignments, the man called Derek walked up to him and answered the question Sam was dreading. "...Yeah. In the flesh."

Josh

 

[The Dapper Mog]

Julianna

Wally, it seemed, was as troubled by the way things have been as she could expect someone to be. Julianna had always prided herself on being able to read people. Her grandfather would have told her that the spirits whispered into her ear and guided her towards the just. Which, of course, was nonsense. After all, when she let Henry into her life, there were no spirits to tell her of what he would end up doing. What he would become. But for now, she needed to focus on the moment.

The man bore his soul, it felt like. He had done things he wasn't proud of, as most of them had. The need to survive or protect loved ones in a time like this was undoubtedly going to lead to difficult decisions and a guilty conscience. Julianna herself had vowed that she would do whatever it took to keep her daughter safe. There were times early on where she had to defend herself and her child. Such was the world they now inhabited.

The woman nodded along as he spoke. It was hard to watch him unravel like this, but there was a positive. He was right that it wasn't possible to make it alone, and people were terrible. She offered him a reassuring smile, gently placing her hand on his. The addition of his sobriety struck home for her. Dealing with addiction before was a nightmare. It tore apart families and destroyed lives. But now? It may as well be a death sentence. However, he claims to be clean, and to have achieved that during this apocalypse? Commendable.

"Hey, no need to apologize. It's telling that you feel the way you do. We just need to know if you had to make those decisions and how you handle them. I think you'll make a fine member of our little community." Julianna spoke evenly, the softer pitch and tone growing more emotionally inviting and sincere.

The need for formalities was passed, and her smile only broadened. Though, his mention of his sister was somewhat interesting, given her experiences recently in Faith.

"Bi, huh? That's a unique name for these parts. She sounds wise." Julianna added, her posture raising a bit, signifying her intent to forward the conversation.

Josh

 

[Josh]

Carmen

Quoting Saint Augustine, Sister Carmen retorted, "if anyone calls the influence or the power of God by the name of fate, let him keep his opinion, but mend his speech." Sister Carmen stood firm, staring Doctor V down. "It's not fate, it's a choice you're making. Don't confuse the two. If you can't even give on the little things, how can we trust you on the bigger things? A man willing to go to war on anything is a man not long for this world."

It was at this point she realized she didn't trust him. He was just too much.
Doctor Voidsman

Jemma

Jemma looked away for a second before turning back to Andrew. "I'm his only kid," she offered as explanation. "And, well... hm... And my mom died a year before this all began. So."

She took a long moment to shoulder her bow and quiver of arrows, lost in thought. Andrew was one of the first people her age she'd talked to in a while. A lot of the people in Faith were either younger or older than her.

"Some of the people here, they can be assholes honestly. But mostly everyone is pretty cool. Understanding. And my dad is one of those people. He's really the coolest dad I could ever hope for. But he doesn't let me go outside the walls like ever. And when we meet new people? It can be a headache. I can't imagine he'd be thrilled we're hanging out before he's even spoken with you."

She paused as she noticed a girl walking across the parking lot, not too far from Andrew and herself. While it was odd that Jemma didn't recognize her, perhaps it was more odd she was walking barefoot in pajamas.

"Did she come in with you?" Jemma asked Andrew. Though, before he could even answer, Jemma was waving her down. "Hey! You good?!"
Selee-01 Ghost_Candy

Alastair

Dr. Roberts and Alastair talked and laughed all the way to the Nurse's office, speaking about things they in had in common like music and books, though it was the short embarrassing stories that really got them going. They had a connection right away. As they arrived, Doctor Hatch frowned at Binna and left, not wanting to be around the woman.

After studying Alastair's ankle for a bit, Binna realized it was just a small twist. She began to put a brace on it. As she did, Alastair reconvened their conversation.

"You know, I used to host a radio show in Lima," he said. "Did it for quite a while."

"I knew it!" Binna exclaimed. "I knew you had a voice for radio!"

Alastair scoffed and turned away from the woman. "Oh, please, you kidding?"

"No! Your voice is just so comforting and expressive. I knew you had to have some background in radio."

Alastair's face was as red as his hair when he turned to look back at Binna. "Well, I gave up on it after a while."

Tightening the brace, Binna frowned. "Why?"

"Why? Uh, well, my ex, she didn't think it was a 'real' job. I had a big interview with my local 'NPR' station, but she talked me out of going." He frowned. "I always regretted that."

Finishing with the brace, Binna sat across to the man, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Life is what you make it. You can't live in the past. Especially now."

"Yeah," Alastair agreed. "... You have any regrets?"

Without missing a beat, Binna took in a deep breath. "Where do I start?" she questioned, her eyes already looking sad. "I never found my biological parents. I never got married and had a family. I spent too much time at work. I never contact the twin sister I learned about. I never made amends with my little brother, Wally. I never went to Korea. You know, to visit where I was from. I... never said goodbye to my parents before they died."

Binna now had an embarrassed look. "Yeah, so I have a few." Normally, the doctor would never rant like this to someone who was basically a stranger, but something about Alastair was different. As silly as it sounded, she knew he was different.

Alastair listened, genuinely admiring Binna's honesty. She really seemed to be a great woman. However, something she had said was gnawing at the back of his mind. She had mentioned the name Wally and his Wally had mentioned he had a sister who was adopted and a doctor. Wait, even their last names were the same, weren't they? That was just a few too many coincidences. Though, was it really possible, of all the places for them to end up, that Wally's sister would be here? Alastair went deathly quiet, putting it all together like a puzzle.

Then suddenly, a knock.

Without waiting for an answer, a large and very handsome guy walked in. He was jacked. The man's muscles had muscles. It took Alastair a moment to recall that this guy had been helping clear the herd outside. His name was Dean, Alastair recalled.

"Binna!" Dean exclaimed, sounding concerned.

Caught off guard, Binna jumped up to greet him. She didn't seem that happy to see him at first but quickly put on a smile.

Dean walked toward her, wrapping an arm around her waist and dipping her playfully before kissing her. He didn't seem to notice Alastair was in the room. "There's my girl," Dean grumbled. "You left so early this morning. After all that shit with the bus, I was hoping we could unwind a bit today." His hand lowered to her backside and he kissed her neck.

"Hey, why don't we lock the door so that asshole Hatch doesn't walk in on us again."

Binna looked at Alastair, humiliated at what Dean was saying and doing. "Dean! We have a guest! This is Alastair. He was on the bus."

"Hey," Alastair said rather awkwardly. His mind was all over the place. This whole mess was, well, a mess! He had no idea what to think of all of this, let alone what this guy's deal was. He certainly wasn't blind, so Alastair had to wonder why he was being so bold with him sitting right here.

Dean's eyes narrowed on Alastair. He grimaced before saying, "nice beard."

"Uh, thanks?" Alastair was confused, but oddly pleased?

Binna sighed. "How about we talk out side while we let Alastair rest?"

"Yeah, sure babe." Dean smiled. He was clearly in love with Binna. Or something equivalent to it. Possessive, maybe. As they left the room, Alastair heard one last sigh from Binna.

Letting out a sigh of his own, Alastair fell forward and dramatically collapsed on to the table. "What the fuck," he mumbled to himself. He had no idea how to handle the revelation that they had possibly found Wally's sister. In a way, this was a good problem, of course. Maybe this really was all meant to be. Alastair needed to hold on to the idea that fate could be real after all.

"I can figure this out, I can figure this out," he repeated.

Derek

Derek was never the best at reading social cues, but he clearly understood the vibe Lionheart was giving off.

"Look, I won't tell anyone," he said, making his voice a bit quieter. "But I just wanted to say thanks." Derek turned away, pretending to looking around as he continued. "Your run in Japan back around '87, my buddy gave me the DVDs after a tour in Iraq. I was in a bad place at the time, so uh... it gave me a reason not to eat my gun. If you get my meaning."

Charles Babel

Wally

Wally froze as the Nurse's hand touched his. His face became beat red and he just soaked in the barest amount of affection he'd received from someone not Alastair in months. Julianna's hand was soft and warm, like a soothing hug. He just gave her an embarrassed expression. It felt amazing to be welcomed into the community so quickly. This woman's smile was like a lighthouse bringing him ashore. Wally realized for the first time truly, he could relax a bit.

A sigh of relief washed over Wally and he took off his old Seattle Mariners baseball cap to run a hand through his hair.

When his sister was brought up, he smiled broadly. "Bi was just a nickname. Her name was Binna. She was a pretty successful surgeon in Miami. She was my best friend before she..." Wally frowned. "Before she died."

Reaching into his jeans, the man pulled out an old wallet. Inside was a driving license, an old concert ticket stub to The Strokes, and a fair share of lint. However, deep inside was a folded picture. Wally unfolded it to reveal a picture of five people. Four tall, white men, and one much smaller Korean woman. Even at 6'3, a slightly younger Wally was the shortest of the men in the picture. The woman in the picture, Binna, was all smiles as she hung off Wally's shoulder playfully.

"This is... was my siblings. Abel, Malcom, Donald, and Binna. I was one of five and now? Guess I'm one. I was able to talk to a few of them before the grid went down. Malcom got bit. Abel and his husband got Malcom's kids and were going to to meet Donald and his family on his fishing boats. He owned a small empire. Donald told me Binna got bit, and that I needed to come home. But I don't know. I just took my chances and went off on my own."

The Dapper Mog