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

[R U S T]

James Hawnkins

James nodded towards Conrad’s statement before he headed out towards the commotion. And I’m a blink of an eye chaos was everywhere, seeing a car go full speed and crash immediately.

He then realized that the cars honking gained a shit ton of walkers attention as the slowly walked towards the noise, and just like that he was more focused than before, picking up his axe and standing up fully, running right behind Conrad, as he saw a walker far from the group yet closer to himself he picked his axe up and swung at the walker knocking it down and getting another hit on the head as the blood splattered across the man’s body. He looked up and nodded at Conrad and doing what he was ordered to do.

“What the hell you two! Argh! Okay cmon now none of you two are dying! We gotta get away from the walkers, ain’t letting none of y’all turn into thoose things-“

He gave his axe to the new guy for him to hold as he grabbed Ray off his feet and tossed him off of his shoulders with a grunt.

“Push yourself James be better!-“

He told himself before walking in a faster pace than usual as he orders the new guy to follow him. He looked up at Conrad gaining the hordes attention and told him to be careful.

“Let’s go Ray! I’m not letting you go out like this, your brooke still needs to chew you out for being a idiot-“

He said chuckling at his own joke.

 

[Josh]

Tucker

"It's almost like there are dead things walkin' around or something," Tucker snarked back at Andrew. He tried to make it sound playful by plastering a smirk on his face, but inside Tucker was annoyed. He was definitely hurt by Doctor Robert's choice. What did she see in Andrew that she didn't see in himself? While they were around the same age, Tucker felt he both looked and actually was more mature from what he'd seen. Not to mention that he was way stronger than Andrew! Still processing Andrew's comments, Tucker fixed a shrewd gaze on the other teen. "Not one for attachments? I mean, not to get all philosophical, but isn't that what makes humans... humans? The ones who have no attachments now are like..." His eyes turned toward the dead chomper. "Them."

Tucker pushed past Jemma, taking the lead now. He knew exactly where that botanical garden was. "You know that's what makes us us, you know? That we feel. That we can love and hate. That we have free will and that we're not just some uncaring beast that eats on instinct. " This was a whole new side to Tucker, and by the way he seemingly was picking his words, it was new to him to. "Look at me talkin' out my ass. Took one psyche class in high school and I'm acting like I know shit 'bout shit."

"Is this really the time?" Jemma asked, looking a bit miffed.

As Jemma spoke, one of the undead shuffled on to the street. It looked feminine, with long black hair trailing behind it. Its dress was torn to hell, the faint blue cloth faded. It had only one arm that was currently grasping at the wind. Refusing to let anyone take this one from him, Tucker readied his bow and fired, hitting the chomper in the right side of the forehead, killing it. "Not bad, huh?"

Maia let out a snort. "Okay, show-off."

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[Selee-01]

"It's almost like there are dead things walkin' around or something," Tucker snarked back at Andrew. He tried to make it sound playful by plastering a smirk on his face, but inside Tucker was annoyed. He was definitely hurt by Doctor Robert's choice. What did she see in Andrew that she didn't see in himself? While they were around the same age, Tucker felt he both looked and actually was more mature from what he'd seen. Not to mention that he was way stronger than Andrew! Still processing Andrew's comments, Tucker fixed a shrewd gaze on the other teen. "Not one for attachments? I mean, not to get all philosophical, but isn't that what makes humans... humans? The ones who have no attachments now are like..." His eyes turned toward the dead chomper. "Them."

Andrew shrugged.

“Attachments aren’t always a good thing. Attachments can get you killed sometimes. Keep you in a bad situation too. I’ve seen it."

Andrew aimed a vicious kick at the dead Chomper. “I can tell you I’m nothing like that dead thing. The walkers are less than animals. They’re just mindless machines, incapable of learning or growing. Just capable of moving forwards. I almost prefer them to the alternatives, just because they’re so easily understood."

Andrew leveled his crossbow, and fired into a side alley. A swollen walker stumbled out, a crossbow bolt buried in its eye, and then it fell to the ground. Its hand twitched spasmodically.

“There’s one."

 

[Zenterfold]

Danny - Outside Wall of Military Encampment

Completely dumbfounded at first, Danny could only stare in shock at the wrecked car lodged into the wall of the military camp. That stupid fucking idiot, Danny though, shaking his head and focusing on the limp sight of Ray. Well, not completely limp, for the man was moving a bit. He seemed to be in a lot of pain, that was for sure. "Ray's okay!" Danny yelled into the receiver, hoping Brooke didn't think her fiance was now dead. He rushed forward with the others to take on the undead crowding around their dazed leader.

One got used to the smell of death these days, but as Danny approached the fence and the wreckage, he was his with such a foul that smell he almost gagged. The car had smeared a bunch of biter guts down the street, making everything stink of shit. His heart pounding in his chest, the car horn blaring in his ears, and the the horrid smell surrounding him was enough to make Danny puke right then and there. He had to goddamn hold it together.

Ray got to his feet with James' help, but the man was stumbling and shaking. His arms were bleeding pretty badly and Danny had to imagine he was in a lot of pain. Still, Ray stood without help, watching as the others came to his aid. Derek had the others come in now, falling in on the horde like a true pack of warriors. Conrad was doing a good job of keeping the biters divided, though Danny knew it would probably be a fruitless effort.

Turning away to look down the street away from the camp, Danny saw biters stumbling out of every corner of the neighborhood. The horn was going to draw more and more. Biters were like pack animals, blindly joining their kind when they passed by. They would soon descend on the group like a plague, leaving them precious little time to do what they even came here for in the first place.

"Brooke, we got another herd coming in from behind," he relayed. "We need to rush the camp. Start firing on the interior ones, can you?"

"Those walls aren't gonna hold, Danny," Brooke replied. Danny could hear the strain in her voice. Ray was probably on her mind. "Even if you take out every single walker inside, which has gotta be at least thirty, you won't be safe. We can abort."

"Fuck that. We can do it."

Almost a year ago, Danny had lost his best friend to this world. He'd lost his community, seen tragedy after tragedy. He had become a risk-taker as a result. He'd lost the desire to to be cautious, as if there was no point in it anymore. Even as he joined Faith, that feeling never really went away. Not until recently, anyway. A part of Danny would always be that risk-taker who gave no fucks, but he had promised someone he would come back alive. Thanks to that promise, he wasn't in the mood to take on an impossible task. He truly felt they could do this, if they just got their shit together.

Danny began to move again, stepping up to Ray and James. "Let's bust through and hop over the wall." He looked to the car wreckage. The biters on their side of the wall were thinning out. What hadn't been taken out by the others had moved down the fence, toward Conrad. There was still way too many on the other side, but they were busy clawing at the front of the car. Danny gave the two a nod and rushed forward, slamming a biter in the head with his hammer as he approached. There was a clear shot to the fence.

"Let's climb over!"

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[Josh]

Tucker

Tucker shook his head. While he disagreed somewhat, the kid had a point. "Fair 'nuff. I'm just sayin' man, if you have nothing to live for, why we even bothering? You tryin' to live, or just tryin' not to die?"

"Well, I have my dad," Jemma said, though she spoke a bit quietly. If Tucker had to guess, her relationship with her father with all this going on was something she thought about a lot.

As the group ventured further down the street, Tucker stewed on Andrew's words. Whoever this guy was, someone did him dirty. Maybe his parents, maybe the world. Who knew? But Tucker could feel the baggage on him in every word he spoke. It was sad really.

The botanical gardens were visible now. The building's exterior was clear of walkers, thankfully. One could see that parts of the building were made of a glass exterior, so the sun could reach the plants inside. Looking behind him, Tucker gazed at Cricket and Kenji. Cricket was kind of interesting, but not really his type. Tucker couldn't get a real good feel on Kenji. The guy sure could eat, though. Tucker had seen him shoveling food into his maw as if there was no tomorrow.

"What do y'all think 'bout this whole conversation?"

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[R U S T]

James Hawkins

James was talking to himself and to Ray to try and push the man to his limits so the two of them aren’t devoured by the walkers, though mostly for Ray not to freak out and pause in shock and being ended up devoured.

Though as he noticed parts of his body shaking he looked him dead in the eye with a focused and serious face.

“Push Ray, push and get your shit together your not gonna die.”

After he finished taking he looked up to see Danny approaching the two of them James smiled happy to see that Danny is alive too.

“Danny! No one’s dead yet right? Fuck! There’s so many of them!”

He said talking about the dead amongst them, though as James saw the clear shot to the fence, he got a firm grasp on his waist and hurried the man to the fence. He looked at his eyes. As Danny was the first to climb up the fence and get into the other side where the was a less amount of biters than the side the two men were on.

He then boosted Ray up to the gate as he pulled out a hatchet, though his axe was with the new guy still so he had to resort to the pistol as a walker approached, he aimed and shot the walker clean in the putting it down. He then climbed up the gate besides Ray and landed on the other side before helping Ray down.


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[Zenterfold]

Derek - Military Encampment

Blood was pounding in his ears and adrenaline was coursing through his veins. His machete, slicked red with foul blood, was in his white-knuckle grip as he cut through walker after walker. There was no room for Derek to pull out his gun, so he had become something akin to a feral animal, growling and grunting as he slashed at every walker in his path. He was still aware of himself though as he took note of Danny's plan to jump over the low camp walls. Ray was in no position to lead at the moment and Danny was the one with a contact to Brooke, so his command was as good as gold for now.

As James ran past him with Ray in tow, Derek took stock of those around him. The walkers on their side of the fence were pretty much gone, with most of the ones still standing moving Conrad's way. Derek wanted to help the guy but figured he'd be good to get over the fence by himself. The real issue were the walkers on the interior; those fuckers would be on the group like flies on shit.

"Move," Derek said, looking toward those behind him, which included Sam, Doctor V, Alastair, Jasper, and Dean. Derek had a deathly serious look on his face, his face and beard stained with the blood of the undead. He directed the group to move past him and follow James over the wall. Alastair was looking out of his element, stumbling forward as he tried to step over walker corpses. Jasper ended up taking redhead's arm and helping him forward toward the wall.

"I got the rear!" Dean exclaimed. He too looked almost rabid, the front of his outfit drenched in gore. His hammer stained was red, but the man was so big he probably could have taken out the undead with just his fists. Derek gave him a nod and helped the others over the fence. He looked back for just a moment to see Dean backing up toward him before hopping over the fence.

Derek's feet hit grass and he was immediately spinning around to assess any threats. Most of the walkers were concentrated on the distant tower or the nearby car, though they were quickly breaking off to descend upon them. To his left, he saw Danny get out his gun and fire on the walkers. It was past time to be worried about making noise. Distantly, Derek saw arrows flying down from Brooke's group.

"Shit!"

Jerking to his right, Derek looked back to the fence to see Dean trying to climb over. Unfortunately for the guy, his footing wasn't great and a stray walker hand grabbed at his leg long enough to pull him back. The man fell, ass-first, behind the wall and out of view. Fearing the worst, Derek shot like a bullet back toward the fence and leaned over the side to see Dean on his back, grappling with one of the undead on top of him. Derek's heart fell straight to his ass. He aimed on the walker and fired, having full confidence in his shot. It went limp on top of Ray, who pushed it off and started coughing roughly. Derek climbed back over the fence and reached down to take Dean's hand.

"Bitten?" Derek asked. Dean looked at him as if he had just said the most stupid shit.

"Fuck no," he said, taking Derek's hand. He tried to stand but let out a pained grunt instead. "But-- My fucking back. I fell right on it."

Shaking his head, Derek leaned down and started the arduous task of getting Dean to his feet. As strong as Derek was, Dean probably outweighed his maximum bench press. Still, it wasn't like the other man wasn't completely paralyzed. He just let out short breaths of pain as Derek got him to his feet. They then stumbled over to the fence and slammed into it. He had to imagine that Dean hated being in this position, as the man was already trying to hop the fence on his own. His face had gone bright red, indicating to Derek the strain Dean was probably under.

"You can do it!" Derek exclaimed, grabbing the man's legs and helping push him over. They had to be quick, for walkers from down the street would be on them in just a few moments.

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[Charles Babel]

Even at his prime, Lionheart wasn't known as the guy who ran circles around his opponent in the ring, and now, four knee surgeries later that was even truer. He had to catch his breath as they reached the fence. "Ah'll be with in a minute, fellas...Sonofabitch." His break was short lived as even more shit hit the fan. "Y'all ever feel like you're stuck in the middle of a shit sandwich?" He huffed as he started to pull himself over to the other side of the fence.

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[Ghost_Candy]

Kenji - Jefferson Blvd > Botanical Gardens

As he continued alongside the group, he fidgeted with his bat anxiously, wanting to return to their newfound safety of Faith's walls. He glanced over at the group, looking them over. He recognized the blond from their bus ride-- Andrew if he recalled the boy's name correctly. The kid had a very closed-off attitude, which Kenji understood to a certain degree, feeling closed-off himself. Jemma seemed nice, and her outgoing nature reminding him of Cricket's. Then there was Tucker. As Kenji's gaze reached the other man, he squinted his eyes into a small glare. He found him obnoxious and cocky. Kenji soon realized the man has asked him something, causing him to raise a brow. As he opened his mouth, Cricket spoke, saving him from having to speak.

Cricket - Jefferson Blvd > Botanical Gardens

"I wasn't really paying attention," Cricket answered with a small shrug. She could tell Kenji would have said something blunt and harsher so she decided to speak in his stead. She gave Tucker a small smile as she fiddled with one of her arrows, before hesitantly looking away awkwardly. Cricket didn't really like Tucker's attitude from what she had seen, but she also wasn't quick to judge. She placed the arrow back in her quill before pulling out her tarot deck which sat in her bomber jacket. She grabbed a quick card as she noticed they reached the garden.

The Tower - Reversed
[Avoiding Tragedy, Delaying the Inevitable]

Cricket's whole demeanor fell, anxiously she pulled another card.

Three Of Wands - Reversed
[Obstacles, Frustration]


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[Zenterfold]

Elliot - Roof of Nearby Building

In situations like these, Elliot had always managed to be the kind of person who maintained a sense of calm. He acknowledged that being deaf probably afforded him some level of focus that those with hearing probably lacked, though he felt he had practiced for this all his life. The old world had never been made for him, after all. He had never been allowed the same level of comfort as many others around him. They took for granted that the world, and society as a whole, had considered them the default state of a human being. Only now, many of those established norms and accommodations had fallen apart completely. Some survivors of the apocalypse had told Elliot how scared they would be if they had to live in this world without their hearing. It had never made sense to Elliot as he could not possibly relate to their experience. He had no reason to be more frightened than anyone else.

As his group looked down upon their friends and the horde that surrounded them, of course Elliot was worried. He was scared for Danny and for the others. He was worried they would not find anything that would help Faith. He even felt his skin crawl as he watched that poor woman edge her way across the rope. Still, none of those feelings could deter him when he had a goal in place. As Paul yelled encouraging words to the crossing woman, Elliot aimed arrows down upon the camp.

Aim. Release. Aim. Release.

For every shot he missed, he hit at least four targets. They would exhaust their supply of arrows soon enough, but he'd take down every biter he possibly could in the meantime. He'd been training for almost a year now, first taking up a bow back at his old community. Back then, everyone had doubted him. No one wanted him to pick up a weapon or even go outside their walls. He thankfully had his brother at the time to advocate for him, but it had been crushing to have so many people not believe in him. Thanks to his brother and people like Danny, Elliot could finally help others.

Aim. Release. Aim. Release. Aim--

Elliot paused. There were no arrows left. He let out a deep breath, only realizing then that the woman had finally made it across. That was one less worry crawling on his back. He offered her a smile before signing to Brooke. "We need an escape plan. Maybe some of us should double back to the bus and drive it here?"

Brooke thought on this for a moment and nodded. "Yeah, okay. Binna, Paul, you two go back to the dealership. Elliot, Cassidy, and I are gonna head down and assist. I lost sight of Conrad, but I think I know where he's at. As for you..." Brooke looked to the woman they had just saved. "Maybe you should go with Binna here."

"There is a radio on the bus," Elliot signed, reminding Binna and Paul.

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Danny - Military Encampment

Danny could feel a rising tension running throughout his body. A ringing in his ears had begun to build, growing louder and louder, drowning out the myriad of sounds around him. The soft, guttural groans of the biters fell to the wayside as Danny focused on the singular task of eliminating the every single one of the fuckers. He had started firing on them, the necessity of keeping quiet long gone at this point. Every shot he made gave him equal amounts of catharsis and rising dread. He'd always hated firearms; Even holding this rifle made his hands itch. However, he could not deny the tantalizing rush of dopamine when a bullet deleted the head of an incoming biter. It made him a bit sick to his stomach.

The situation was getting more dire by the second. Danny's concentration waned only long enough to register that something had happened to Dean. He and Derek had basically stumbled over the fence, with Dean looking particularly out of sorts. Even as the biter herd inside thinned, the fence around the camp was risking total collapse. Danny could only hope that Conrad's efforts was buying them precious time.

Nearby, Alastair was swatting at biters with his hammer, taking out any that came too close. "That woman's across!" Danny heard him yell. Probably just as well, as that guard tower was looking just about ready to fall.

"We gotta start getting the fuck out of here," Danny said loudly, finally lowering his gun. Ammunition was scarce enough that he was probably gonna run through everything had during this alone. His head whipped around to see the nearby tents and trailers. They needed to see what they held-- fast! "Derek--"

Danny had barely spoken the man's name before he was on his feet and running over to Danny. He had Dean's backpack in his hands and handed both it and his own off to Danny. "I need to stay with Dean," he said. He looked toward the man, who was standing at a weird angle and holding his back. Between him and Ray now, they weren't going to be terribly mobile. Derek then looked to Jasper and barked an order. "Jasper, you check the right-side tents, Danny's got the others!"

Danny took off quickly, shouldering his gun and managing to loop the two backpacks around his arms. He stumbled slightly, danced around alone biter, and dashed toward the nearest tent.

The tent was in pretty bad disarray, though Danny could tell at one point it was used for medical purposes. A number of first aid kits were smashed open on folding tables, with items like gauze and rubbing alcohol scattered everywhere. Of particular note was a case that held all kinds of medication, though it looked like someone had raided it at some point. None of it really meant anything to Danny, so he started rapidly filling up his backpacks, moving as fast as he possibly could.

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[Josh]

Tucker

Despite what others might have assumed at first glance, Tucker was no dummy. As his eyes met with Kenji's, Tucker gave the older boy a humble nod. Kenji was far from hiding the look on his face. Tucker knew he could be somewhat of a hothead, so cooler heads needed to prevail. That was how it worked back on the football team. A lot of the other guys tended to ground him. Around town, Tucker used to be a well-liked guy. However, when he was around people his age? He was known to be a bit of an ass, something he had become painfully aware of in his senior year.

Listing to Cricket, he just shot her another smile, trying to still look humble. Another walker followed the previous one, so Tucker shot it, hitting it in the jaw with such force the left eye popped out. The walker fell forward and the eye rolled toward them, causing Maia to let out a quiet scream. She let out an embarrassed noise after and Jemma pat the girl on the shoulder.

Speaking of Jemma, Tucker was started to think that maybe he had been a little rough on her. She actually was kind of a badass. He was starting to regret avoiding her and Maia the last few months. During this little walk, it was hard for Tucker to express, but his thoughts and feelings were starting to shift. He had always told by Dean to be wary of the others. Maybe Dean was wrong?

"Hey Jemma, I gotta say, this was a good idea you had," he said, a little hesitant. "I don't mean to give you as hard time as it sounds, you know?"

Tucker kicked the ground, as dirty shook underneath. "So, is it time to go back?"

Jemma looked a bit pleased with herself. "Soon!" she said, pointing to the building's entrance. "For all our hard work, we should at least check out the gardens, you think?" She took the lead, knowing just what boards to remove off the entrance to get it open. With a flourish, Jemma threw the door open and let the others in.

Inside was no joke. The last year and a half, the plants had overgrown to a staggering degree. There had been a lobby at the entrance, but vines had twirled and snaked from the garden to create little pathways of green. Past the lobby, it was hard to believe that people once toured the place, as the greenery had drowned the walkways completely. Benches and statues poked out of the green, as a sign of a lost society.

"It's a little hard to navigate, but it's actually very secure," Jemma explained. "Once you lock these doors, walkers aren't getting through them. There's also a couple of other exits in case you need to use them. I suggest if you ever need a safe place to go near Faith, here's where you go!"

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Jasper

Jasper gutted a walker that was nearby, jerking his weapon to cut through the chest and neck of the corpse causing guts to cover the man. "It seems this one was a gusher, boys!" Still, even while he was fighting for his life, a smirk adorned his face as he listened to Sam's words. Jasper couldn't help himself. Doing an impression of an impression of a famous actor from a movie, he turned to the old wrestler.

"Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?"

A small chuckle could be heard from Derek, as he was still helping Dean. Dean himself even spotted a quick smirk, before a wave of pain rushed over him.

Jasper had to admit, he lived for this shit. Something about living life on the edge called to him. It had to be something primal. He had a conversation with Ray about this month's ago. Some people were built for the new world. Every day, Jasper was realizing more and more that he was one of those people. As another biter approached, this one a female, Jasper stabbed the corpse in the eye.

Wiping the blood of his knife, Jasper took in the scene before him; They were up ship's creek. There was a woman up in a tower, god knew what her deal was, biters were coming out of the woodwork, like ants coming out of the ant hill to defend their home, and-- And!-- they had two injured people! Someone had to do something. When he heard Derek bark his command, Jasper nodded.

"I got a plan."

Taking off, Jasper was lying. Well, sort of. He was gonna make up the plan as he went. Play it by ear, as they said. Slaughtering biters that got in his way, Jasper ping-ponged around the right side of camp, going from tent to tent. At first glance, it all seemed picked over. However, that was until he reached one of the trailers. Inside was a case of food. Cans of beef stew, corn, peas, along with essential MREs. There was also a case that that was holding a rifle, along with some other guns and ammo boxes. However, one thing in particular caught his eye. There was a old, red leather bag. Jasper couldn't help but smirk. "Huh, what's here?"

Inside the bag was explosives galore. C4, dynamite, a few hand grenades, along with tear gas and some smoke grenades. A wave a pure joy rushed over the survivor. "This is what I'm fuckin' talkin' bout!"

Running out, he made it back to the group's sights. "Fellas, I hit pay dirt! You gotta see this! Food, guns, oh and the best? Fuckin' explosives ! Like C4! Holy shit!"

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[wowie]

Jet
Roused by the sunlight streaming through his window Jet blinked blearily to welcome a new day. The Noise reached his ears before anything else, a low pitched thrum overlayed with the sounds of life persevering. In an instant peace was ripped away as the thrum began to coalesce into a tirade of sounds. Quick as a whip The Noise battered Jet, launching its daily affront. Rustling window shades, creaky floorboards, the groan of the dead, screeching birds, a passing breeze, barking dogs, a refrigerator's hum. Jet's brow starts to sweat from the cascade hitting him before reaching onto his nightstand for relief, quickly plugging his ears with foam plugs. Complete with an additional pair of over-ear headphones he rises from bed to stretch, a dull ache accompanying the motion. Getting dressed quickly Jet moved to the room's bathroom, gargling with mouthwash while considering his current situation.

Grey walls tower over the surrounding buildings, the red Hilton logo standing proud amongst shattered storefronts surrounding it. Jet took residence here a week prior after a brief stint in the apartment complex down the street, shifting between locations to avoid the fluctuating waves of walkers in Fort Wayne. Although most of the lower floors were trashed there remained some safety in upper levels with the only setback being food scarcity. Harder to find these days, Jet is resigned to daily scouting to survive. With little interest ties to the citizens of Fort Wayne Jet avoided the exodus to survival camps and instead has remained determined to survive alone.

'Which I deserve,' He thought while inspecting a nasty bruise on his lower abdomen. Mottled purple and green skin mar a large circle which, coupled with his hearing, stand as a brutal reminder of the fight that uprooted his life. Jet has been slowly recovered in solitary which he insists suits him best (if anybody were around to listen) and has adapted well to the current climate. Going to the room's street view window he peers out to see the forces outside, thankfully just a few straggler walkers limping past. Eating a quick breakfast of baked beans and cold soup (a surprising new favorite) he assembles a bag to face the day. Once packed Jet moves to the door, grabbing his trusty axe on the way out. Slowly creeping out of the hallway and down flights of stairs Jet walks out the back door to finally face the day. 'Alright. Let's get to work.' Spotting an antique store across the street Jet decides to risk a full sprint, hauling ass to leap through it's shattered front display. For his efforts Jet is rewarded with a pile of overturned shelves, broken glass littering the floor. Although dismayed he trudges onward to rummage through it for anything useful, wary against any approaching trouble.

 

[Crono]

Military Encampment

Conrad

Conrad really did try keeping tabs on everyone and everything going on, listening when anyone said something, whilst staying focused on the task in front of him. He'd lost count of how many dead he'd killed through the fence, and he'd kept moving so that they kept following and spreading themselves even more thin. Even almost losing his weapon once or twice, the blade threatening to failing to leave the undead's skulls on occasion. It wasn't until a close encounter from behind that Conrad realized he no longer had the covering support, as the final person who hadn't crossed over the walls. Something Conrad wasn't entirely looking forward to, given the amount of dead descending on the location thanks to the car horn and the gunshots. It wouldn't be pretty, that was for sure. With one look around, Conrad could see the undead still trickling out into the street sporadically, their numbers would add up in the long run. The man wasted no time, sprinting for the walls, dispatching two bodies that sought to impede him along the way.

The biggest issue in his way was that the walls already had a number of the dead beating against them, having followed after those that had already crossed over. Unlike the rest who were simply headed towards the crashed car. Still, he saw an opening and veered towards it. A pile of trash with a rimless tire on top, perfect for giving him that extra reach. The wall wish high on this end, and he couldn't see anything to grab onto but the top. Putting the machete back into its sheath on his belt whilst running, Conrad used his momentum and leapt sideways some as he neared the wall so that his left foot would hit the tire as he jumped. Reaching up as he did, he managed to grab hold of the top of the wall with one hand, "Parkour my ass." He grunted, then grabbed hold with the next hand before pulling himself up. Conrad rock climbed as a hobby, but parkour, if that's what you could call what he'd just did with the tire, wasn't in his itinerary. Briefly he straddled the wall, looking back at the way he'd come from whilst catching his breath. Any adrenaline or excitement from making it was shortly lived, and he descended the opposite side of the wall.

Coming up on a grouping of the others just as Jasper ran over way too excitedly for the situation they were in. "That's great and all but has anyone worked out an escape route yet?" He asked while running a hand through his hair, still getting his breath back as the man glanced around at their surroundings. Getting these supplies meant nothing if they didn't make it out of here.

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[Selee-01]

Inside was no joke. The last year and a half, the plants had overgrown to a staggering degree. There had been a lobby at the entrance, but vines had twirled and snaked from the garden to create little pathways of green. Past the lobby, it was hard to believe that people once toured the place, as the greenery had drowned the walkways completely. Benches and statues poked out of the green, as a sign of a lost society.

"It's a little hard to navigate, but it's actually very secure," Jemma explained. "Once you lock these doors, walkers aren't getting through them. There's also a couple of other exits in case you need to use them. I suggest if you ever need a safe place to go near Faith, here's where you go!"

Andrew was surprised by the exuberant greenery. He’d expected more of a neat little garden like the one his last foster mother had- something tame and demure. Not this explosive growth.

He picked his way through the plants, carefully avoiding tripping. It was clear that his arm was hampering him at times, but he made no noise of protest.

“Where are the exits?” He asked, peering at a statue of an angelic woman holding a pitcher.

 

[The_OverWatcher]

Jet
Roused by the sunlight streaming through his window Jet blinked blearily to welcome a new day. The Noise reached his ears before anything else, a low pitched thrum overlayed with the sounds of life persevering. In an instant peace was ripped away as the thrum began to coalesce into a tirade of sounds. Quick as a whip The Noise battered Jet, launching its daily affront. Rustling window shades, creaky floorboards, the groan of the dead, screeching birds, a passing breeze, barking dogs, a refrigerator's hum. Jet's brow starts to sweat from the cascade hitting him before reaching onto his nightstand for relief, quickly plugging his ears with foam plugs. Complete with an additional pair of over-ear headphones he rises from bed to stretch, a dull ache accompanying the motion. Getting dressed quickly Jet moved to the room's bathroom, gargling with mouthwash while considering his current situation.

Grey walls tower over the surrounding buildings, the red Hilton logo standing proud amongst shattered storefronts surrounding it. Jet took residence here a week prior after a brief stint in the apartment complex down the street, shifting between locations to avoid the fluctuating waves of walkers in Fort Wayne. Although most of the lower floors were trashed there remained some safety in upper levels with the only setback being food scarcity. Harder to find these days, Jet is resigned to daily scouting to survive. With little interest ties to the citizens of Fort Wayne Jet avoided the exodus to survival camps and instead has remained determined to survive alone.

'Which I deserve,' He thought while inspecting a nasty bruise on his lower abdomen. Mottled purple and green skin mar a large circle which, coupled with his hearing, stand as a brutal reminder of the fight that uprooted his life. Jet has been slowly recovered in solitary which he insists suits him best (if anybody were around to listen) and has adapted well to the current climate. Going to the room's street view window he peers out to see the forces outside, thankfully just a few straggler walkers limping past. Eating a quick breakfast of baked beans and cold soup (a surprising new favorite) he assembles a bag to face the day. Once packed Jet moves to the door, grabbing his trusty axe on the way out. Slowly creeping out of the hallway and down flights of stairs Jet walks out the back door to finally face the day. 'Alright. Let's get to work.' Spotting an antique store across the street Jet decides to risk a full sprint, hauling ass to leap through it's shattered front display. For his efforts Jet is rewarded with a pile of overturned shelves, broken glass littering the floor. Although dismayed he trudges onward to rummage through it for anything useful, wary against any approaching trouble.

Jet
Roused by the sunlight streaming through his window Jet blinked blearily to welcome a new day. The Noise reached his ears before anything else, a low pitched thrum overlayed with the sounds of life persevering. In an instant peace was ripped away as the thrum began to coalesce into a tirade of sounds. Quick as a whip The Noise battered Jet, launching its daily affront. Rustling window shades, creaky floorboards, the groan of the dead, screeching birds, a passing breeze, barking dogs, a refrigerator's hum. Jet's brow starts to sweat from the cascade hitting him before reaching onto his nightstand for relief, quickly plugging his ears with foam plugs. Complete with an additional pair of over-ear headphones he rises from bed to stretch, a dull ache accompanying the motion. Getting dressed quickly Jet moved to the room's bathroom, gargling with mouthwash while considering his current situation.

Grey walls tower over the surrounding buildings, the red Hilton logo standing proud amongst shattered storefronts surrounding it. Jet took residence here a week prior after a brief stint in the apartment complex down the street, shifting between locations to avoid the fluctuating waves of walkers in Fort Wayne. Although most of the lower floors were trashed there remained some safety in upper levels with the only setback being food scarcity. Harder to find these days, Jet is resigned to daily scouting to survive. With little interest ties to the citizens of Fort Wayne Jet avoided the exodus to survival camps and instead has remained determined to survive alone.

'Which I deserve,' He thought while inspecting a nasty bruise on his lower abdomen. Mottled purple and green skin mar a large circle which, coupled with his hearing, stand as a brutal reminder of the fight that uprooted his life. Jet has been slowly recovered in solitary which he insists suits him best (if anybody were around to listen) and has adapted well to the current climate. Going to the room's street view window he peers out to see the forces outside, thankfully just a few straggler walkers limping past. Eating a quick breakfast of baked beans and cold soup (a surprising new favorite) he assembles a bag to face the day. Once packed Jet moves to the door, grabbing his trusty axe on the way out. Slowly creeping out of the hallway and down flights of stairs Jet walks out the back door to finally face the day. 'Alright. Let's get to work.' Spotting an antique store across the street Jet decides to risk a full sprint, hauling ass to leap through it's shattered front display. For his efforts Jet is rewarded with a pile of overturned shelves, broken glass littering the floor. Although dismayed he trudges onward to rummage through it for anything useful, wary against any approaching trouble.

William was walking down in a small part of town looking for a decent place to set up camp,he opens his bag and pulls out his map}hmm were am I{just as he says this he gears a car speeding towards him with what looks like a teenage girl behind the wheel,the car comes barreling towards him William jumps out of the way just as the car passes, the car crashes into a brick wall and before William can run over to help it exploded ending the poor drivers life,William stands in disbelief the first living being he's seen since the start just went up in flames,but he has no time to think on it as walkers start showing up so William runs into the nearby antique shop.

 

[Josh]

Paul

As Brooke and Elliot laid out the plan, Paul peered over the roof. A deep breath entered his lungs as he mapped out in his mind the road ahead.

The bus wasn't too far. He was sure he and Binna could make it, and maybe in just over ten minutes if they moved fast. While there wouldn't be a lot a walkers in the path they were going, there were would be enough to make the trek dangerous. So, he had to account for a few factors. Doctor Roberts was a lot of things, but a close combat expert wasn't one of them. Paul had trained with both her and Danny on multiple occasions, but neither of them had taken much to his expertise.

Being a boxer himself, he knew the history. When the sport first started, doctors were some of the first to pick up the practice. There was a reason they called it the "sweet science." They'd use their knowledge of the human body to take down the opponents with decisive blows. Unfortunately for Doctor Roberts, she just wasn't very strong. She could get down the technical parts rather quickly, but it was the brute force that was missing. In the end, it was probably better that Binna focused on her ranged skills. Last thing the group needed was their lead doctor to get bitten.

As for the new girl, who really only had a moment to introduce herself as Aerolyn, Paul could tell she was a tough cookie. You didn't survive this long by yourself if you weren't. Yet as Paul gazed at the "miracle girl," he couldn't help but think of Jemma. Even at first glance, he knew his daughter would love her. Just based on this situation alone, Paul could see that Aerolyn was strong, resourceful, and likely independent to be all alone. In his heart of hearts, as much as he didn't want to admit it, Jemma was already all those things. Paul couldn't conceive of a life without her. After his wife died, there was a moment were Paul worried he wouldn't be able to go on. But Jemma need him, especially now. Though, maybe it was he who needed her, which frightened him sometimes.

Watching Aerolyn take her breaths, Paul spoke up. "Glad to see you didn't die on us. I'm thinking you should come with us, after what you've been through. I'm Paul, that's Doctor Roberts."

Binna

Watching Aerolyn cross over, it felt like a weight lifted off Binna's small shoulders. It was a real spirit lifter. After all the hell that surrounded them, the one joyful moment put a noticeable wide smile on the doctor's face. Helping the woman up after she crossed, Binna gave her a warm embrace. As the two made eye contact, Binna spoke softly. "Welcome back to the world of the living. I'm Binna."

Watching from the rooftop, a small shiver shot up her spine. Binna let go of Aerolyn as she leaned in for a better look. Something had happened with Dean, as far as she could see. A small frown of worry showed on her face. However, she wasn't that worried. She didn't know why. There was a lot going on, she supposed.

As the plan was told, Binna kept an eye on the new member of their group. Binna was checking for bites on the Aerolyn's hands and neck. Every so often, their eyes would meet, and every time a wide, reassuring smile appeared on Binna's face. Binna had dealt with many different situations in the ER and OR. You had to relax your patient. You had to build trust. You literally had their lives in your hand. So the "small" interactions really mattered. If you couldn't trust a person with something small, could you really trust them with something big?

Binna agreed with Paul's plan to take Aerolyn with them and soon the trio were rushing down the the stairwell of the building, bursting out on to the street and making a break for the car dealership. They were running for almost a solid ten minutes when they saw the dealership down the road. While the parking lot would be free of walkers, the group could see that a herd had gathered in the street nearby. They likely had been brought out thanks to all the noise back at the camp.

Paul scratched at his head in thought. "Binna, I'll go get the bus, you make sure she's good, and when you see me pull up, head my way." Smirking, his salt and pepper hair shimmered in the sun. He then made a break for it, running down to retrieve the bus.

"Be safe, Paul!" Binna said after him. As she spoke, a small breeze blew through randomly. It almost felt like a calming presence, even knowing her friends and loved ones were in danger. Binna unleashed a heavy sigh and eyed Aerolyn once again.

"Now that you can breathe, I should tell you I don't see any noticeable bites." How lucky this girl was kept being reinforced in Binna's mind's eye.

"As soon as the bus gets here and we're all safe, we can take you back to our community. It's called Faith, it was built around a church and blossomed around that. Eventually they expanded to a nearby YMCA. We have plenty of food thanks to our runners and gardeners. We're going to be expanding to the apartment building across the way soon, if all things go well. We also have power for everything! I nearly forgot."

Binna turned her gaze to the herd of walkers nearby. "I'm the head of our medical team. Doctor Hatch and I run a tight ship, and our team is experienced. We've even done a surgery before." Binna was boasting, lighting up like a lamp. "A minor surgery, but you have to start somewhere."

This poor girl. Binna had been ranting like a loon. The doctor blushed. "I'm sorry, this must be all too much. Hopefully this all sounds good."

Peacemaker .45 Zenterfold

 

[wowie]

Jet
Even through his protective gear the noise of the car crash gives Jet a piercing pain in his temple. Jet's eyes fall to the floor, vision blurring as he sucks in air to steady the world's tilt. Leaning back against the store's wall he braces himself against the worn shelves to wait out the ringing. Looking upward the image of man comes into focus to whom Jet meets with a pointed look and a warning, "Sensitive hearing." Coming at a low rasp, Jet doesn't register that these are the first two words he's said to another human in months. They're delivered with sharp impatience at the man's intrusion into his day, especially with such a cacophony accompanying him. Suddenly aware of the potential threat William might carry, Jet grips the axe firmly as a silent warning while inwardly cursing at his own weakness. 'Fuck. Have some damn self-respect'

Standing straight Jet attempts to reclaim some dignity and starts to levy a threat before realizing, "The crash. They'll come." As if on cue, walkers start circulating the car and its ill-fated passenger. Quickly, the danger becomes quite apparent as Jet's face drains of color. 'SHITSHITSHITSHIT' Shaking himself back to reality he looks back to the stranger, sizing him up. 'He's a liability. I can't risk going home and having him rob me blind.' Sending up a silent prayer Jet looks William in the eyes, his dead eye reflecting coldly in William's. "Come with me if you want. Stay close and quiet." With a nod to the walkers he quickly moves to exit the shop's back door, creeping over shattered tchotchkes with a poise reflecting Jet's fighting background. Once in the back alley Jet is greeted by a wall, looking to his left and finding a fire escape. Without sparing a glance backward he rushes to the ladder and starts climbing, hoping to find some refuge until the horde leaves.


The_OverWatcher

 

[Gears]

Eddie jumped at the commotion outside. The military had been a good base where he could make bullets to trade with colonies (If he could find any) after that one dude showed him how. That didn’t matter he had to leave. The car wasn’t an option but he could hide in it. He jumped into the reinforced Jeep he had been modifying and held his pistol waiting for the walkers.

 

[Charles Babel]

"That's great," Sam echoed the others with a very sarcastic tone in his voice. "That payload don't mean shit if we can't get our asses outta here in one piece." He looked around trying to see if there was anything they could do. "Course ah suppose..." He pointed at the bag with C4. "Worst comes to worst. We could just make a big boom."

Josh Doctor Voidsman Crono Zenterfold R U S T

 

[Fluffy Cookies]

"Yeah, how would we get out if the doors are blocked by Walkers?" Elaine questioned Jemma in a confused voice. "Do we shoot and stab our way out or something?"

It was honestly confusing. Elaine didn't know how to react to this place except for in absolute awe.

Josh Selee-01 Ghost_Candy Zenterfold

 

[Ghost_Candy]

Cricket - Botanical Gardens

As she stood staring down at the cards, she felt a hand touch her shoulder.

"Stopping looking, you're stressing yourself out," Kenji's voice came from behind her. She let out the breath she was holding, before placing the deck of cards back in her pocket. She looked behind her but saw Kenji looking away- taking in the sights of the garden now that they had arrived.

Cricket decided to step further in, not watching her step as she moved- causing her to trip on a stray vine. As she fell forward she instinctively reached out to grab something to steady herself, leading her to crash into Andrew who was standing in front of her.


Zenterfold Josh Selee-01 Fluffy Cookies

 

[Josh]

Jasper

"I'm fuckin' thinkin', man!" Jasper chipped at Conard. Conrad and Jasper were not very close, though Jasper did have respect for the other man. Conrad had helped Jasper in times where the salesman had gotten himself in a jam. Jasper hardly wanted to snap at the man but this was a high-stakes situation.

Jasper stammered a bit, looking around himself and take note that things were just getting worse. Small herds were forming, the tower was about to fall, and the fence around the camp was already buckling. When that tower fell, there was going to be a lot of noise. Now, there were other buildings around and there was a chance that the buildings would muffle some of the sound. Still, it wouldn't be enough. Jasper's mind kept thinking about the herd.

Even if everyone got on the bus and escaped, in a few days, they could lead them right to Faith! These things depended on hearing even more than smell.

"Okay, look, there are more of the biters showin' up every second. Maybe, maybe..." Jasper was practically buzzing. He ran his hand through his hair, mimicking Conrad unconsciously and thinking out loud. "Okay! We have hand grenades, right? What if we bring the tower down on the herd? Then we... blow up another random building! We need to distract these freaks and make sure they ain't following us home!"

Jasper took a deep breath. It was a pretty dumb idea, but it was all he had. Something had caught his eye, however.

Just outside the camp's walls, there was a reinforced jeep. He saw someone's head poking out. Looking at Ray, he pointed to jeep.

"That ain't no biter in there, Ray."

Crono Doctor Voidsman Charles Babel R U S T Zenterfold

 

[Zenterfold]

Ray - Military Encampment > Antique Store

A horrible, droning buzz had filled Ray's head ever since he jumped out of that car. A dull pain accompanied it, though it was nothing compared to the burning sensation running down his arms. It took nearly all of his focus not to just cry out and wince in pain. Despite this, he had enough sense to let the others lead him along. He had been in no real position to assess the situation. All he could take in were walkers as far as the eye could see. Their groans joined with the buzzing in his head, creating a symphony of gross white noise that drowned out the voices of his people.

Jasper was getting very excited about something, looking at Ray now and addressing him. Ray had to blink and stare at him a moment before registering what he had said. "I don't know," Ray managed to say, looking around at the camp. Jasper definitely had a point. The bus had already brought one herd to their doorstep and they couldn't risk letting it bring more.

"Dropping just the tower should be enough," Danny said. "Already enough noise with that car." Ray whipped his head around to find Danny on one knee, going through some backpacks. Ray hadn't even noticed him come back from the tents. He squinted at the packs, realizing what looked like medical supplies were inside. Derek then grabbed the extra two bags, strapping one to his front and the other to his back.

Letting out a sigh, Ray dropped his head and put a hand to his neck. He ran the hand up his face, trying to concentrate on this insane plan. He opened one eye, seeing the blood on his arm. He'd need that bandaged up soon, huh? He felt detached from the sight of it, as if it wasn't even his arm. He felt memories bubbling up from deep within him, the sight of blood conjuring up a similarly gory moment in time. Two moments in time, really. One had only been his imagination, but it had been so vivid and invasive that it had given an endless amount of nightmares when he was younger. What those kids had done could not possibly match his imagination, yet it might as well have as far as his memory was concerned. The other memory was a lot more recent, one that made his chest feel heavy and his throat feel knotted. If he never had Brooke, he did not know if he would have been able to take it.

"Ray!"

Ray blinked. Coming to his senses, he looked up to see Brooke on the other side of the camp. She looked absolutely stunning, even covered in blood. She, Elliot, and Cassidy had jumped the opposite wall and had taken out a couple of the walkers on that side, giving Ray's group a clear shot in their direction. Behind them on the road, Ray spotted the top of the bus over the fence.

"There's our escape," Ray said, a smile appearing on his face. "Everybody move, now! Jasper, you got one shot with that tower!"

Jasper nodded and went to make a run for it, but stopped himself. "What about the other explosives? We can still carry more--"

"No fucking time," Derek grunted, dragging Dean along behind him as he made a break for Brooke and the others.

As Jasper ran off to do the deed, the others followed Derek toward the side of the camp where the bus was. Brooke smiled widely when Ray got close to her and he allowed himself only enough time to squeeze her hand before climbing over the fence. She then looked mildly worried at the wounds on his arms but said nothing as they clamored into the bus.

BOOM!

Brooke was doing a headcount when a dull boom rang out through the air. In just a moment, the military camp's watchtower was collapsing, slamming down on one of the camp's fences. It made a horrible crushing sound of metal grinding upon metal. There would be no going back for those explosives now.

"As soon as Jasper's here, make a break for it," Brooke said to Paul in the driver's seat. Ray watched her grip one of the bus seats so tightly, her knuckles were going white.

"What about that jeep?" Danny asked.

"If it follows us, so be it," Brooke said. "We need to worry about ourselves first."

"We couldn't get rid of it even if we wanted to," Ray added dully.

It was then that Jasper appeared at the bus' door, wide-eyed and breathing heavily. He was lugging his backpack inside, though it was clearly a struggle. Paul wasted no time and slammed on the gas, hurtling the bus down the road and away from the camp. Jasper was barely in a seat, so he flew off his feet and fell into one of the seats. Ray let out a sigh of relief and leaned back, one of his hands gripping at Brooke's. All they would have to worry about now were walkers on the road.

***

"Ray, come on, stay awake," Brooke said. Ray felt as if she sounded distant. "You probably have a concussion. Try and stay away until we get back to Faith."

Ray sat up quickly, trying to keep himself alert. Brooke had a point, though despite that, he must have slept at some point. Someone had bandaged his arms and from what he could see of the city around them, they had been driving at least twenty minutes. Taking stock of their location, Ray figured they were coming into East Central. He looked out at the buildings, trying to find an old coffee shop he used to enjoy.

The bus started to slow then and Ray looked forward to see a horde of the undead blocking the road. They were swarmed outside of an antique shop and a crashed car. "Fuck, did that happen recently?" Brooke wondered aloud.

"I don't think I could just drive through these," Paul said. "Might have to move them aside."

Josh Crono Peacemaker .45 MapletheLeafEater Doctor Voidsman Charles Babel R U S T Gears

Jemma - Botanical Gardens

"The other exits are through the gardens," Jemma replied to her group. "One is a staff entrance while the other is an alternate emergency exit. Thing is, if we ever had all doors blocked, there are other ways to get out. They had to climb up to take care of some of the plants here, so there are like walkways you can get to and some of the windows open. So, bring a rope and you have an alternate escape. You can even get on the roof."

She then let out a laugh at Cricket falling right into Andrew. "You okay?" she asked, smiling. "I think that's a good sign we should go. We should hurry back before anyone notices we're gone."

Ghost_Candy Selee-01 Fluffy Cookies Josh

 

[Gears]

Eddie heard the explosions and after packing his various weapons drove the jeep through the door to the warehouse a walker was launched by the force of his vehicle and spotted a few feet away and Eddie tried his best to remember the month of drivers ed he attended before driving towards the people.

 

[Selee-01]

Cricket decided to step further in, not watching her step as she moved- causing her to trip on a stray vine. As she fell forward she instinctively reached out to grab something to steady herself, leading her to crash into Andrew who was standing in front of her.

Andrew jerked away with incredible speed, his crossbow dropping to the ground. He had a look of utter terror on his suddenly bloodless face, which was swiftly replaced with white-hot anger.

“Don’t fucking do that again,” he snarled, jabbing a finger at Cricket to emphasize the point. “Touch me again and you won’t like what happens next, got it?”

He stooped down, grabbed his crossbow, and stalked away from the group. His breathing was ragged, his body language tense and brittle.

She then let out a laugh at Cricket falling right into Andrew. "You okay?" she asked, smiling. "I think that's a good sign we should go. We should hurry back before anyone notices we're gone."

“Yeah,” Andrew said. “Let’s get out of here.”