Realistic or Modern The Zombie Apocalypse

[Honeybee]

Clara is remained quiet , she pauses and sighs she looked at V trying to think in a plan if something goes wrong I still don't like how its going, I hope we don't get hurt. Clara sighs and makes her way to the car thinking about tatics of surviving, she had secretally picked her bag, she looked at the food "1 orange 3 loaves of bread and 1 apple." she stoped when she heard Nathaniel say "Friend or foe?" Whats going on? Clara looked out the car window.

 

[LailaxStfu]

After witnessing Nathan walk to the mysterious driver, V follows. "Nathan! What should we do? Should we warn him? It's getting kind of late and we need to find a place to rest." V said forgetting about her having to eat sweets, which explained why she was dazing in and out.


"Friend or foe?"


V struggled to stand up and made her way to the stopped car, while looking at the guy in the car, he didn't seem to be startled at the fact that Nathan had him at gunpoint.


"He seems.. friendly Nathan, unlike the Marine." She stated while turning to Nathan, she heard rummaging behind her but didn't around to where Clara was at.


"Everything's alright Clara?" She asked while keeping her gaze on the driver.


V began to feel light headed for a while she couldn't process why she was feeling this way,


Candy, I need candy.


"Candy, I-I need Candy." V turned around quickly and limped over to her bag, but began to lose consciousness as before, she collapsed before she made it to her bag..

 

[The Mechanist]

Nathaniel immediately turns around seeing V on the ground, his gun in one hand pointed at the driver, he leans down and picks her up. "Did she say she needed candy? Oh no, she's hypoglycemic, Clara, we need anything with sugar in it, i only have boullion cubes in my bag." He draped her over his shoulders, his eyes never leaving the driver.

 

[Honeybee]

"I only have breads one orange and a apple...does it count?" she asked worried about V she reached his bag and picked the cubes. and puts it in V's mouth "I hope it works." she looked at Nathaniel. "What now?"

 

[The Mechanist]

Nathan stared in awe as Clare shoved the boullion cube into V's mouth. "What the hell did you do that for?" He yelled as he opened the girl's mouth and attempted to scoop it out. "That's mostly salt, she needs sugar." He said as he threw it to the side angrily. That was one wasted cube, and now V had salt in her mouth. He looked over the car he was pushing and looked around anxiously. He saw now that the driver was too far away for him to make a break for it. He eyed his surroundings, attempting to focus. To right, he saw a large metal fence, there was no way they would be able to get over it. He saw that now, but to his right there was a bit more free space. He hoisted V over his shoulder and groaned under her weight, she was a small woman, but still held weight. He looked to Clara, "There's a line of trees over there, if we run fast enough we'll get over there before the sniper notices us again." He looked at the trees and focused, closing his eyes and relaxing before he made his move. Finally, after 3 seconds he held on tightly to V and began running. He focused only on what he was doing, and tried not to think about the sniper he presumed was watching from above. Just before he made it to the tree line, his foot caught in a small root and he tripped, dropping V beside him. He scooted himself behind a tree and dragged V along with him as he took shelter, bracing himself for any surprises.

 

[Catharsis]

Elliot slowly approached the shadow, keeping his gun raised he peeked through the window of Ethan's truck. That was when he noticed the glass scattered


in the driver's side. He backed up and thought for a moment before calling out "Trying to rob us I see. Damn cowards." . Checking one last time before


he did anything else, Elliot walked around and yanked the truck door open. He looked around cautiously before leaning into the back seat and grabbing the bag that they kept first aid in. "Got it." he mumbled as he jumped out of the truck and began back to the house. He stopped in his tracks when he heard the sound of slow footsteps behind him. He turned, and watched as a walker approached him, it's guts spilling out behind him. "Shit." he muttered and turned around, running back into the house.

 

[TheHarlequinnCat]

The road was endless, arduous, and it left the car with a hearty coating of human remains; every other truck stop Ricardo had to get out to raid what he could and clean out the accumulated gunk from the cogs of his vehicle. He was lucky enough to have gotten to his pickup truck fast, which was already armed for drug deals and crime purposes, it was just a matter of putting Katelyn in her car seat and choosing which way to drive. He chose to move towards the countryside, swallowing the ache in his heart about Katelyn's mother going missing, he had to assume she was no longer around, he couldn't let Katelyn die. He planned on finding somewhere safe, and once they had set up their own 'camp' he would come back to look for her. The problem was, where she even went after their fight? She could have easily gone to her mother's house, which was already out in the less-populated area, she was probably safer than him in that case. As for the other options, if she went to her friend's house she was dead, and if she went to her father in the hospice she wouldn't be around long.


His phone sat in his lap, the screen filled with his attempts to call her, but the cell towers must've been down or he didn't have service; because she didn't pick up the first, the third, or the thirtieth time. His frustration and hurt consumed him so deeply that before they left he had punched a nice dent in the truck before speeding out and hitting a partially turned pedestrian. The pain only fueled his adrenaline rush, that animalistic speed, as he set out to the direction of the one place he figured he and Kate had a chance; the warehouse on the far end of the state borders, a stockplace for drugs and weapons of the city's most notorious and widespread gang. He was a friend of theirs, and he knew that it was his best bet hands down, even if it was the most dangerous route to take.


That didn't go to say he didn't take the precautions he could, Katelyn wore a bulletproof vest; it didn't fit her small frame well but it would do the job, and she wore his hoodie over it to keep it concealed. In fact, he hated to say it, but he had given his daughter her mother's pepper spray; he called it "bad guy spray" just like 'bug spray' for mosquitoes. All she had to do if she was being attacked was spray it in their bad guy eyes, and run in a zig zag the opposite direction to find a place to hide until she could walkie-talkie her daddy. That's right, those old camper walkie talkies from their summer roadtrip came in handy. He wouldn't go so far to trust the five year old with a gun, but in time he would try to teach her if this was the new world he would have to raise her in. He, on the other hand, made sure to wear a black bandana concealing his face from recognition or smoke/dust, and a hat over his head with a front visor keeping the sun out. And just to be the best father he could, he rolled a blunt and smoked before driving; it was the only way he could really handle this situation, he was not any superman he could not handle this; fortunately, he was enough of a seasoned smoker that it did nothing but keep him from panicking too much.


His daughter sat beside him, picking at her nails and staring out the window, she had been relatively quiet after a few blunt questions like "Daddy, why did you run over that man?" and "Daddy, where are we going?" She must've taken the hint after he ran out of reassurance to give. It hurt Ricardo more than just the fact the world ended, the only thing that kept him going was this little girl, and by God he was going to make her survive.


"Angel Eyes, why don't you put these on." He handed her a pair of thick DJ style headphones, he plugged it into the phone and put on her music full blast, and then told her "Daddy wants God on your side," as he took the golden cross necklace off his own neck and handed it over to her chubby grabby hands, bitterly he muttered "God ain't gonna want me after this." and rolled down the window to shoot the tire of the car that had been tailing him, causing it to swerve and crash. In the process it kept the hoard occupied and gave Ricardo a get away, and Katelyn hardly jumped, because she could not hear, she simply looked down at her new token of her father's love and smiled.


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Mabel, in all her fifteen years, had never been so lost; she thought her world had been ending when she failed that last quiz but this was unprecedented. She shut down, looking desperately for her grandmother, foolishly forgetting to grab a weapon. "Grammy!?" She stammered, tiptoeing towards the bathroom door from which she heard moaning and grunts of exertion. "Gram?" She whispered softly, looking down to see a note slid under the door.


Pumpkin, Grammy is not feeling very well, do not let me out of this room no matter how much I ask.


She crumpled the letter and shoved it in her pocket, stepping back from the door. "Jesus Christ." She whispered, tears flooding into her eyes as she stumbled backwards to see the partially connected television depicting news reel of the 'end of the world'. "Jesus Christ." She said a little louder, frantically turning her head for a sign of danger. Then a man with bleeding eyes bit into the neck of the woman on the live cast, and she screamed. Running to lock all the doors, her Grandma vigorously slammed on the bathroom door, only making Mabel's hands shake all the more as she closed every window and barricaded the doors with antique furniture. She even went so far as to put the couch in front of her frail grandmother's bathroom deathbed. Once this was all said and done, she grabbed what she could and took to the attic, where she curled up in a mound of old blankets and cried as she frantically dialed the name Mom on her phone.

 

[Drunk Dragon]

New York


Shortly before the current events of the storyline


From the window of his hotel, the old man looked out, gazing upon the desolate, abandoned streets below. Just some time earlier, they had been bustling with people, people of all shapes, sizes, and colours. Now, it was tantamount to a wasteland; devoid of any life whatsoever. Every now and then, the ghastly figure of a reanimated corpse would teeter across the street, clawing at the air and dribbling copious amounts of bloody saliva.


To Steinar "Windy" Magnusson, this came as a jarring shock. Somehow, he had not heard about the sudden contagion of this wicked virus that now wracked the world. By the time he did… the plane he had scheduled to take back to London had been hijacked (he remembered the number of the flight, and saw it on the news), ergo he was stranded in New York, far away from his home. To make matters worse, it was his first time in New York. It certainly seemed to be too late.


But not to him; after all, he was still alive (as he could tell quite obviously), and as far as he could ascertain, his mother was also alive, seeing as she had sent him an email that suggested an overly liberal use of the spacebar. How grateful Steinar was, that he had taught his mother how to use a computer.


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Dear Steinar,


this is your mother here. I heard about this new disease , and I'm just wondering how you're doing. Will you be back soon? I'm worried for your safety, and mine too; the neighbours next door have already barricaded themselves in, but I can't do that, since you're not home yet. Do be safe.


With love


Your dearest mummy


PS: Please consider cancelling your trip to Singapore.


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Dear Mummy,


It's good to know that you're okay. Don't worry about me; I'll be fine. I'm trying to find a way to get back to London now, so I should be able to do it. For now, keep an eye on the news, for as long as the Internet lasts.


Rest assured, I shall be cancelling my trip to Singapore.


With Love,


Windy


PS: Just so you know, I have a few cans of minestrone stashed under the sofa in my room. If you need them, feel free to take them.


PPS: I'm surprised the Internet even works. Though I don't think it'll last.


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With that done, the old man leaned back in the armchair, placing his laptop on the bed and sighing heavily. There were so many things to consider at this point in time, yet there was simply nothing that came to him.


"Some things just can't be helped", he said to himself, shrugging.


For a moment, Steinar sat in his chair, before slowly getting up and striding over to the bathroom, where he proceeded to shave and empty his bladder.


Time to move, he thought. Either I get out and fight my way back to London, or I sit here in this room and rot to death.





With that, he changed out of his bathrobe into a pair of smart office pants and a shirt, the top two buttons of which he left undone. Rolling up his cuffs to his elbows, Steinar stuffed his laptop into his briefcase (genuine leather), before zipping it up and hanging it across his chest with the strap. He wasn't armed, but he had to give the impression that he was. A big maroon umbrella and a "badass" twist to office attire would do.


Pushing the door of the room open, the old man proceeded to walk out of the room, down the corridor, and into the street. Taking out his phone, Steinar opened up his news app, so as to check the status of the zombie infection.


"Damn. The Internet's dead."


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Present Storyline





The abandoned supermarket certainly didn't look very welcoming; the glass door appeared to have been bolted, in addition to the plastic chains around the handles that kept it tightly shut. Yet, Steinar needed to get in. He needed to get the food that was stashed inside, that remained unused. Such shops were already rare enough, especially in a time of crisis like this. From the looks of it, the obese woman lying motionless on the floor was very recently deceased.


"Which means that I'll have to get inside before anybody else finds out about this place."


Holding his umbrella by the tip, Steinar swung it forcefully, bringing it upon the glass door and shattering it instantly. It left a very obvious dent on the handle, but that wasn't going to have much of an effect anyway.


Stepping gingerly over the glass shards and the obese woman's lifeless body, the old man walked up to one of the shelves, looking at the things that were stocked there. Bottles of mineral water, cans, fresh foods that looked ominously close to their expiry dates, and so on. It wouldn't do to take too many things, but Steinar had to eat…


"Well, these dilemmas certainly beat everything."


In the end, he took a cloth bag hanging from a handle (there was a price tag, but nobody cared about that anymore), before stuffing a myriad of foodstuffs into it. Nothing much, just a few cans of vegetarian ravioli and a couple of onions. Maybe a small bag of rice too? And maybe two or three bottles of mineral water; that was essential, especially considering this particular supermarket's damnable lack of portable water purifiers.


The bag turned out to be quite heavy. Heavy, but manageable.


Perhaps I should fill up my stomach before leaving? There's so much fresh food here going to waste; I might as well eat some.





Steinar went off to the camping section, before returning with an idiot-proof stove. He proceeded to take another bottle of water, along with a large chunk of sashimi grade salmon from the fish section. The A/C units had, as a result of the power cut, weren't working anymore; it was probably best to cook the fish first. That was how he liked it anyway.


Within 15 minutes, Steinar had finished his improvised lunch. He decided that the stove would be too cumbersome to carry around, especially since he now had 10kg of food in a bag. The rice would have to go, then.


Having re-sorted the things in his bag, the old man proceeded to discreetly leave the shop…

 

[Ariel]

Cecilia "Cici" Lovittz

"My name is Cecilia. I was headed to the pharmacy down the road to pick up more medical supplies... I treated the wounded, you see," Cici murmured calmly, keeping a steady gaze on the man who was clearly trying to appear intimidating. As if to prove her point, she opened her bag to show that inside she held nothing more than a few bottles, scraps of bandage and other things she'd take with her wherever since she never knew when she would need them. What they would also notice is that she does not have a weapon on her at all. It may have looked stupid but weighing the pros and cons from what she knew, it made more sense to not carry one. After giving them time to inspect her bag, she closed it and tightened her slim fingers around the strap over her shoulder. "I was being chased... I didn't mean to intrude and I mean you no harm. I would appreciate it if you were to spare my life."

@Lonelytaco

 

[Catharsis]

Jace eyed the girl suspiciously before looking into the bag, inside, he spotted bits of medical supplies, and suspected she was telling the truth about being a medic. However, he did not let his guard down, for it would not be unlikely that the woman could've just came upon the supplies and taken them; or killed for them. He gripped his knife tightly and gritted his teeth as she mentioned someone chasing her. "What the hell do you mean someone was chasing you?" if this was true, that meant that him and his siblings were in danger, and he couldn't risk that. Behind him, Hailey listened in silence, and watched as their shadows danced around the room. She jumped a bit out of surprise when he heard the door slam, and the front door's locks being turned.


Elliot made himself visible to his two siblings as he backed away from the door. He looked frantically at Jace, who's body seemed to be blocking someone else's. He could tell that it was a woman, but she did not seem familiar to him. "Someone broke the truck window. Was it you?" he said, eyeing the woman's features as they came more into view. "Someone broke into the truck?" Ethan echoed back, who was now standing behind Elliot. "Wait, who is this?" he asked noticing the girl standing in the corner of the room for the first time.


In the center of the room, the dog; Chili, continued to eat, as if nothing important was going on.


@Stamper

 

[Ariel]

Cecilia "Cici" Lovittz

"I was chased by one of those things people call zombies," Cici breathed, now becoming slightly frustrated. Instead of raising her voice however, it came out like an icy wind, holding more strength but not increasing in volume or force. "No, I didn't break into your truck. How could I do that with no weapon and, as sad as it sounds, no strength? I am medic and I help the wounded. That is all," She finished, brushing her hair back from her face again as it tended to have a mind of its own. Speaking of the wounded, there were people back at the shelter in pain and in need of supplies that were not here but a couple blocks down in a pharmacy. With that in mind, she began edging to the door, not too quickly so they didn't think she was doing something conniving. When Cici passed the dog, she reached into her bag and pulled out a stale piece of bread, something long past human consumption but a morsel that would make any dog happy, and threw it to the canine. "If you'll just allow me to leave... I think it might be time I do so." Cici half expected one of them to throw her to the floor and kill her. She had never thought she looked like a threat but stranger things have happened. People also liked to kill for the hell of it and a lot of them liked to have some sort of reason to alleviate their guilty conscious as if a stupid reason would make useless murder just.

@Lonelytaco

 

[Catharsis]

Ethan watched as CiCi moved around, and saw that she was slowly reaching the door. She had introduced herself as a medic, and it seemed as though she had the supplies to show for it. For the first time since he had spotted the woman, he remembered the scratch wound on his arm.


"Where are you going?" Hailey asked innocently, she had also noticed Cecilia moving towards the door. "If there's a place you need to be we can take you..." she said sounding a bit ridiculous. She caught on to the evil eye that Elliot was giving her from across the room, but she didn't care.


The group of siblings hadn't met up with any other survivors other than each other in months, and she predicted that they wouldn't see another for a while if they let Cici go. Perhaps the woman even knew of a place they could go. Who knew? Ethan listened to his sister's offer and for a moment scowled, before he realized that it wouldn't be a terrible idea to join forced for a while, besides he needed medical attention for his wound, despite it's smallness, it had the potential to be deadly. Things were different now.

 

[Ariel]

Cecilia "Cici" Lovittz

"I just... didn't think I was wanted here," Cici murmured, clasping her hands together and turning to face them once more. There was once a time when humans had rights, they could do as they pleased and if anyone opposed, there was law in force to stop dispute. Because there was no such government anymore, freedom collapsed along with it. This meaning that if someone didn't want you there all they had to do was remove you. When Cici first laid eyes on the bunch she was unsure. It was certain they had killed before but she did not see malice in their eyes, only a need to protect each other. So, Cici concluded if she did nothing to show they should kill or harm her, they would not. To be fair, having others with her to pick up medical supplies would be a lot less dangerous than going alone. But it didn't seem they all agreed.




Her eyes met those of the one who seemed most mistrusting of her and also the most protective. They followed his eyes when he glanced down at a cut on his arm and she could nearly guess his thoughts word for word. Taking a couple steps toward him, she reached out and gently grasped his arm, turning it so the wound was most visible. "Hold still..." In her bag was a bottle containing water. She doused a few scraps of loose gauze and began wiping away any blood and dirt. Then she rifled through the bag a bit longer, searching for something in particular. A couple moments later, she produced a small jar, a homemade concoction of simple herbal remedies mixed with a bit of medicine. It's purpose was to make the substance last longer and since plants were not only useful but plenty, she created this. At first it would burn a wound as it cleaned away bacteria and then slowly soothe. Cici had used it many times before. Luckily she had just enough gauze left to wrap it around his arm twice and tie it in a cute little knot.


"There was a time when a cut so simple would need many stitches. Humans are careful creatures aren't they... Now proper thread and needle is hard to come by so I save those for when the wounds are near lethal." Cici murmured, almost to herself. It was meant to break the ice, not for her benefit but for theirs.

@Lonelytaco

 

[Catharsis]

"Thank you.." Ethan replied to the woman. He was thankful that the stranger had helped him, he knew it wasn't likely that


all survivors would do that for him. Especially when medicine was hard to come by now days. He grabbed the first aid kit out of Elliot's hands, and handed it to the girl.


"You can have this, you have more need for it then us." Ethan said with a small smile. He knew there wasn't much in there, the contents being only: A bottle of tylenol, a box of midol, a needle and a bit of string, bandaids, unknown pills, two large bandages,alcohol wipes, and a liquid medicine that tasted somewhat like bubble gum. He thought that him and his siblings may have needed it later, however it would be of better use to the woman. "If you need a ride to wherever you're going, I can supply that as well." Ethan said, pulling his truck keys out of his pocket. He didn't know what came over him, but he was suddenly very grateful for the woman's help.


@Stamper

 

[AndroidEighteen]

Cassidy wandered a desolate city in search of anything she could raid and stuff into her big duffel bag that slung across her back. She sighed, wondering if she'd ever find the only two people she trusted, her older brother and best friend. She treaded towards some sort of gas station that was up ahead. Cassidy had no idea what city she was in, but all she knew was that if she kept wandering around aimlessly, one day, she was bound to run into her brother and best friend somehow. She finally reached the gas station and frowned at the sight of emptiness within. All there was inside was torn up shelves with junk lying around, but nothing useful.


James sat on top of an abandoned school's rooftop, looking out at the destroyed city, unaware that he was only blocks away from his sister. He looked over at the crossbow and katana lying next to him and frowned, remembering how he'd simply ran from everyone, even his friends. They'd all been training around in a city called Mayville, not too far from his home, when everything began to happen. James had freaked out and simply ran off, dropping by his friends house to grab essentials, including the crossbow and katana.


Lindsay smiled as she walked out to her favorite horse, Winchester, to get ready for a checkup ride. What she called a checkup ride, was pretty much just her riding around the surrounding area to make sure that there are no zombies getting too close to home. Surprisingly enough, Lindsay had only run into a single zombie besides her dad.

 

[Ariel]

Cecilia "Cici" Lovittz

"I can't take this, you guys will need it... but I appreciate the offer," Cici said, looking down at the medical kit. No lie it would be very useful but there were plenty of things at the pharmacy. Cici wasn't about to put a group of people at risk for another. That wasn't how she believed things should work. Another thought occurred to her. "Do you guys have a permanent shelter?" She asked softly. Her Grandmother was always open to welcoming more survivors so long as they played a small part in making sure the shelter was safe and livable. She had met a couple strangers before she had ended up taking home with her. One of them had passed, murdered during a raid, but the other was alive and well and often worked the farms. "As for a ride, I would deeply appreciate it." She added, giving him a grateful smile.

@Lonelytaco

 

[Catharsis]

Ethan took the first aid kit back reluctantly. By this point, all four siblings were standing in the same room surrounding the girl, listening carefully to what she said. Even the dog was watching her. When the girl asked if they had a permanent place to stay, the siblings looked at eachother in confusion. They didn't think anything was permanent anymore, but no one dared to tell the woman that. After a long moment of silence, Hailey spoke up. "Not really. We've been taking shelter here and there..", the group got quiet again, listening to the woman's request. Ethan spoke up again, "Yeah, let us get our stuff together and we'll give you a ride." he said, and grabbed his backpack, which was in the corner of the room. Hailey stood still while the other's grabbed their stuff, waiting for someone to notice. After a long minute, Jace looked at her and raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing? Get your stuff." he said sounding a bit annoyed at her slow progress. After Jace spoke up the other two siblings also took notice. "I don't have a leash for Chili.." she said before biting her lip. "Who the fuck is Chili?" Elliot asked looking around the room, then finally his eyes landed on the large dog who was licking her lips, looking around the room. "We can't take the dog." he said looking at his older brother's for help. Jace smiled a little, "We're taking the dog." he said, and scooped the big dog up, groaning a bit under it's weight. Ethan just shrugged and looked at Elliot "Can't leave him." He said before opening the door for the group. Elliot sighed and walked out the door angrily, and everyone else followed closely.


@Stamper

 

[Leo Radomir]

Ian had cleverly set up traps on while the others were taking care of other zombies as they call them and a bunch tripped ian's nasty trapped the acid vials launched from the all over the place the zombies had no chance as the area was covered in a thick acid cloud as ian stood back and watch he smirked and said"I may of been forsaken by the real world but it will be a cold day in hell before you turn me into one of you lot". The zombies melted into a pile of skin ian then decided to go back and help the group still keep his eyes open making sure he didn't trip his on traps and injury or kill himself. He would have to tell the others about it when he joined the group but for now this is going ok.

 

[Mystik]

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The chirping of birds gently lofted through the misty woods. Trees loomed high into the darkened gray sky as a storm began brewing like a fine ale in the heavens, the sound of pitter-pattering rain drops falling onto leaves that have been condemned to their resting place for weeks. The rotten stench of the dead wafted through these woods - dead animal carcasses dotting the forest floor.


This synphony of sounds and smells drifted into a tiny, battered cabin. The cabin carried a sense of gloom and despair about it, similar to a mood you'd find at a cemetery. Inside of this cabin rested the crumpled form of a woman. Her skin, usually pale, covered in dirt and blood. Her shoulders raised up and down gently with every soft breath that came in and out of her lips. Suddenly, a crackle in the leaves. A twig breaking off in the distance.


Wake up. Two words screeched through the unconscious mind of Viktoriya, bringing her back from the dead with a loud and panicked gasp. She placed her hands against the wooden floor, scratching wildly at the walls as she tries to get herself into a stand. Where the hell... Viktoriya looked down at her clothing. It was nothing like the uniform she had last remembered wearing.. Where were the others? Private Davids, Staff Sergeant Lacey. Viktoriya's breath grew sharper and sharper as a wave of worry flooded her and fueled the fire of her panic. Why did my clothes change? Why am I dirty? Is this... Blood? Her eyes snap to the wound that had been sliced into her leg days - or was it weeks - ago. The training this medic had been through began taking control of her. Breathe. Assess the situation. React accordingly. The words of her drill sergeant stayed firm even through the chaos of her current state. After moments of deep breathing and closing her eyes, the Medic pushed herself away from the wall she had pressed herself against.


In the cabin sat very scarce supplies. A bag - made of canvas and leather straps rested in the corner. She moved to this first. Much to her surprise, a few belongings were hidden within the bag. A canteen - full of water. A few granola bars here and there, though most of those seemed too crunched and expired to eat safely. And the treasure atop them all, a metal multi tool. A spike rested at the bottom of the handle, and a head similar to a hammer at the top. "Good," She nods as she murmurs the words to herself with a grin. She slips the metal multi-tool onto one of her belt loops, then looking to a coat rack that was rested crooked in the corner. A mess of leather straps and pouches draped off the ends of the hooks. It appeared to be a holster like system, three bags attached together by the leather straps. With a shrug she wraps them around her body, adjusting the straps to fit someone of her build. After a few minutes she takes a final gaze around the cabin, before setting out into the woods.


Her footsteps crunched loudly with every impact of her boots. Viktoriya gazed out into the woods solemnly. Despite her not entirely grasping the concept of what has happened, or how long it's been since whatever has happened happened, she still sensed something was off. A groan came just from behind her. A shiver tingled up from her spine, crawling its way up her back like a spider web. Slowly she turned. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft of her multi-tool as she spun around.


A corpse stumbled toward her. Its flesh torn and dangling from the yellowing bones that supported the person that once thrived within this hollow shell. Its hands grasped toward her shoulders and neck with nails that had grown blackened and sharp, blood staining the exterior of its rotting skin. Instinctively, Viktoriya pulls her arm back in a full swing with the multi-tool in tow. The sharp edge of the tool came up cleanly through the bottom jaw of the walker, blood spurting onto Viktoriya's arm as she began tearing the horror's skull from its shoulders.

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A rustle in the woods was heard just beside one of the main roads tracing out of New York State and into Pennsylvania. This was followed by a woman's voice repeatedly whispering "Fuck!" to herself. Soon a woman burst out from the treeline in an all out sprint down the concrete path. One of her hands rested on the other, blood seeping through her fingertips. Just moments after she emerged from the woods, a seemingly endless stream of walkers followed behind her..

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[Ariel]

Cecilia "Cici" Lovittz

Not had a permanent home? Cici wasn't surprised but the confused expressions on their faces saddened her. There was once a time when most people had a home to go to every day. Of course, that was the past and this was the present. Cici had a plan for that, but that was for later. "Before we go, I want to convey my thanks for not tossing me out and help me. It means a lot to me and I won't forget it," Cici told them, bowing her head slightly. Then, she watched as the group decided what to do with the canine they'd come across and when one picked up the dog to take with, she left out a small laugh that resembled a gentle forced breath. Nothing Cici did was loud nor rough. Then she followed them out to their vehicle. The pharmacy itself wasn't too far but any amount of walking was risky. Cici was very grateful for their help.

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[AndroidEighteen]

Cassidy hated how almost everything was raided nowadays. It was too hard to find supplies and she felt like she was starving. She sighed in frustration as she heard something stumbling around within the gas station. Cassidy took a few cautious steps back before she saw the zombie stagger into view. For a mere second, both of them stared deep into each other's soul, but that was only a small moment. Cassidy turned around and fled, sprinting down a street and away from the zombie.


Something caught James's attention as he saw a girl that seemed to closely resemble his sister running down the street below him. Instead of confronting the girl, he kept from rooftop to rooftop, stealthily following her.


Lindsay finished her checkup ride and smiled- no new zombies were in her country home. She took care of her horses and went back inside her old house. She had been exhausted for the day, so she lay on her couch and took a nap.

 

[Catharsis]

As soon as everyone was squeezed into the truck, Ethan started the engine and began to take whatever directions CiCi gave to him. He payed close attention to the road, but couldn't help but notice the tightness in the truck. In the backseat, his siblings all squeezed together, with the dog across their laps panting happily. Cici sat up front with him, which he was sure made Hailey jealous, whereas she usually sat up front. While Ethan was busy looking around the truck, he suddenly felt a huge bump signifying he had hit someone, or something. He stopped the truck and reversed it to see what he had hit, and there in the street lay a walker, still groaning.

 

[Drunk Dragon]

New York





The wind was blowing.


It certainly gave a very dreary, deserted feel to the entire city, for one reason or another; at least, to Steinar, it did. It reminded him of a trip he made to the Yukon some years back.


Of course, the consolation here was that New York was nowhere as cold as the northernmost part of the continent.


As he trudged down the streets, the ever-present wail of sirens wafted through the streets. Car alarms seemed to go off much more than in other situations. Perhaps these zombie things were destroying the cars on purpose?


Along a street, Steinar found a small hatchback car that still looked to be in relatively good condition, except for the fact that its dead owner was draped over the roof, with blood dripping from his mouth. A most gruesome sight indeed, but Steinar didn't really mind; he was never really a superstitious person.


With a grunt, he pushed the body off the car, before rummaging about in its pockets. The key to the car was probably in there somewhere. He just had to find it…


Ah, here it is.





He opened the door of the car, and jammed the key into the ignition switch.


"Damn."


The car didn't work.


At that moment, the corpse that was lying on the road twitched, before climbing to its feet and charging towards Steinar, who was in the car. It clawed at him, screaming and attempting to get to the old man stuck inside.


"No you don't."


Stretching himself a little, Steinar seized his maroon umbrella, swinging it forcefully and slashing the zombie in the face. It reeled back, giving the old man enough time to climb out of the car and club it into submission.


"That was gruesome."


…

 

[AndroidEighteen]

Cassidy finally stopped running and leaned forward with her hands on her knees, catching her breath. She felt a little woozy and staggered a little. Not now... Wish I had actually... Gotten... Sleep... She stopped moving and crumpled onto the street, passing out from utter and total exhaustion.