Realistic or Modern Will You Survive?

[KhalZhavvorsa]

3 years ago the virus Ebzomix was unleashed on the world by a mad man whom called himself 'Savior.' He was bent on watching the world turn to a fiery hell. Those who've survived are either immune or damn lucky.




((Always open and accepting!))
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[KhalZhavvorsa]

It was an early dawn the sun still rising over the horizon, making the sky light up in pastel hues of pink, orange, and yellow with the back drop of blue; very few clouds were around, and those that were looked vague and wispy. The temperature was rather warm, and defiantly going to rise throughout the day. Right now it was a nice 68 degrees in the city of Haven, New York. The city that once never slept, seemed only to sleep now as its hollowed out and broken buildings mourned the loss of all its beloved people. The city was now a walking graveyard with few survivors from three years ago...


Sam had been awake for an hour or two now, willing herself to go back to sleep; though it never happened. So without a sound she arose slowly, her body aching from sleeping in the basement of some abandoned house. Carefully she tucked away her ratty old black blanket into her bag, being cautious not to make too much sound as she zipped the zippers on her backpack. After all this was done she looked to the hole in the wall she'd crawled in last night and made her way over to it, still wary of making noises. Once to it she looked out, listening for the groans and moans of the dead. None came. A quiet morning..this cannot be good. She thought as she crawled out of her little hole and pulled her backpack with her. When Sam emerged from the basement, she put her backpack on and gripped her knife tightly as she made her way away from the hole.


Sam was quite dirty, though she never noticed it one bit; mainly because after three years one learned not to care about hygiene. Her once silvery white hair now a dull gray; her bangs laying over her bright gray eyes and hair in a long ponytail at the back. Her clothes were ripped and covered in questionable substances; her beloved army jacket now fitting and full of holes and tears on the elbows, forearms, biceps and various other places. Her black skinny jeans look like they were bought with all the frays in them, but they were not. Her black leather boots, looking just as rough as the rest of her. Sam's pale skin littered with various sized cuts, scars and bruises, not most notable scars being the ones on her right cheek, which stretched from cheek bone to jaw bone, and the one on her right forearm that was literally almost the size of it.


Sam had made her way from her hiding hole, to out in the open. The smell of rotten corpse suffocating her nose as she hid behind a bright red Chevy.

 

[Hurikane]

As the sun crept over the horizon, cresting the now quiet rooftops of Haven, New York, Mike was already breaking down his tent and sleeping bag. He had set himself up on the roof a small bodega, the door leading downstairs barricaded from his side with some old furniture. He checked the fire escape just to be sure, and saw no dead lingering on it. Today was going to be a long day for Mike, and he wanted to get an early start. After packing up his sleeping gear, he stored it behind the now broken down AC unit on the corner of the roof and double checked his pack. He had several of his ration packs left, a couple of water bottles which he filled from his gallon containers that he kept with his tent and such, a change of clothing, his ammunition, med kit, and plenty of room for anything useful he might find in the field.


After making sure his knife, pistol, and rifle were all properly secured, he slung his rifle over his shoulder and headed towards the fire escape. As he started climbing down, he saw another one of the Haven residents had risen early as well. He was planning on making a supply run, and figured maybe he could use some company. The girl was crouched behind a car near the edge of Haven's so called "safe zone". He waved quick and low, attempting to get her attention. There weren't any biters in the immediate area, but he didn't want to risk making a scene.

 

[KhalZhavvorsa]

Sam started scanning the area for zombies, the eerie silence putting her on edge. This is very unusual. She though for a brief second. Much of the area was littered with broken glass, blood, ripped fabric and various other things, but what stuck out to Sam was the man on the fare escape who waved. Who was he waving to? Was someone else around? Sam wasn't so sure, this only putting her on more edge. Should I respond? She wondered before ducking back behind the car and looking behind her. Nothing. Her heart was beating rather fast as she leaned back over the car and watched the man closely before deciding to test what he knew.


With a quick motion, Sam signed to him "What?" She;d known sign language for a long time now, so in situations like this it was quite helpful. The downfall? Not everyone knew sign language. Though from what Sam could see, this guy was built and ready to go. He looked military, perhaps Marines? Whatever. It didn't matter right now, right now what mattered was whether or not this guy was out to get her or to help her. Out in this would it was kill or be killed.

 

[Catharsis]

According to Cam's watch it was about 9 o' clock at night, and he had finally

achieved a wonderful victory.

Except, of course, Cam's watch's batteries had long since ran out of fuel,

and the victory was only a lighter he found on the ground that might or might not have fuel.

Nevertheless, Cam was proud of his accomplishment and immediately turned to his sister in sheer joy.

"I just found happiness sis." he said, unable to cover the amount of pride he held in his hands, he held out the lighter, nearly

dropping it out of his shaky hands. Carter's face, which was now browned with dirt and dried blood suddenly began to glow as she bounded towards her older brother. "Does it work?" she asked, hope filling her lungs.

Cam pursed his lips and looked at his little sister, "Do you believe in miracles?".

"Not usually, but i'll make an exception today." she replied snatching it out of his hand carefully.

She messed with the lighter's ignition, squeezing the small button on the side of it and stared in astonishment as fire came out.

The two siblings bounced with joy in the small alley way together. This was the first time in over three months that

luck had been in their favor, and their supply was running low, but the two had kept hope, and this was their reward for that.

After a few moments the happiness passed and Carter stuck the lighter in one of the small pouches on her backpack and the two moved on.

Judging by the sun's bright rays just beginning to break the horizon, Carter decided it was early morning. The two had been on the road for about an hour, since they always started out the day early so they could get more done. She continued to walk quietly at Cam's side, softly humming the tune to Spongebob as she did so. They didn't really have a destination, they just took things as they came.

That had been their nature ever since their eldest sibling suffered from the virus, dying out within only days.

That had been a year ago. Now, it was just the two.

Cam rounded a small rusted building just in time to see a thin sickly person standing, seemingly observing

the carcass of a long since dead animal. He signaled for Carter to stop moving and sat down his backpack carefully, pulling out a large rope.

He had carter tie one side to the building they were closest to whilst he took the other side to a small white pipe that laid nearby.

Once both sides were knotted correctly he pulled out his knife, whistling softly before stepping back.

On cue, the dead rounded the corner quickly, where he tripped over the rope.

Before the thing managed to get his bearings back, Cam's knife was wedged deeply into his skull.

Carter dug into it's pockets, fingering around for any valuables.

This was a strategy that Cam and Carter had been practicing for months, and each time it had worked without fail.​

 

[Darth Gangsta]

Luke's apartment is long gone. It had been for about two weeks now. Luckily, his dread mother had owned an RV and she left it there. He made his way to her house and saw his mother's house. There was no one there as expected. There he saw the RV. He opened the door and coughed. It was really dusty in there. He checked the gas, it was almost completely gone. Shit. Someone must have siphoned the gas. He sat in the bed. At least he could rest for the night.

 

[Nightwalker973]

Serena was running. Running as fast as she could. She had been out picking more herbs to sell, when she ran into a hoard of the dead. She knew that they couldn't run, but she was afraid. Afraid of the walking dead, but mostly afraid of becoming one of them. Serena's foot hit an exposed root and she went down. Her breath was fast and shallow as she laid there. She tried to get up after a couple of seconds, but fell with a gasp. Her ankle had been sprained. She quickly took her backpack off and reached into it, pulling out her gun. The grip had DT etched into it. Her father's initials. She backed up to a tree and kept her eyes open for anything that got close.

 

[Axion]

He opened his eyes. He was laying down on a sort of plastic carpet with his katana on his chest for safekeeping, he looked straight forward and was looking at a very close gray, white spotted ceiling as he turned his head and sees the desk fort he made inside one of the towers that probably was a work building. He got out underneath the desk and slowly got up checking outside through the all glass doors and windows, turning his head slowly in each direction, James grabbed his backpack and tied back his katana to his hip, crawling out underneath the desk and slowly opening the door. The center had a fountain and benches, with flower gardens at each one, making a place where you would relax in the sun. But James had no time for relaxation, he wasn't the relaxing kind of guy, as he walked near the fountain and refilled his bottle, he then takes a right and walks down a street into the main city, without even trying to hide as he walks nonchalant in the middle of street.

 

[Mirai]

Lara

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The city was just up ahead, buildings and skyscrapers bathed in the morning sun, rays of sunlight reflecting off all the glass windows would seem pretty, except, everything looked like a blur in my point of view. "Ry, hand me my sunglasses, I can't see shit." I kept one hand on the steering wheel and held out my other hand towards Ryan. "Oh come on, the sun isn't that bad." He said as he ventured into the dark abyss of a woman's bag. "Are you driving? No, so shut up before I drive the car into a wall and we both die in a flame of glory." "Well, technically I'll be dead for good, you... Sorry Lara." I think it was the look on my face that stopped Ryan from trying to make a joke, we both know it wasn't going to be funny.


The rest of the drive was quiet, Ryan preoccupied himself by humming an Imagine Dragon song, I could only make out a few sentences, I guess he couldn't remember the lyrics, so he began adding his own words. "Here we are." I stopped the car in front of a small, unrecognizable cigar store, "off you go, grab a bottle while you're at it. I'll be on the look out." Ryan nodded and went around the back. I sat in the car with all the doors locked except for the one next to me, just so I can make a quick escape if shit hits the fan. Usually this place is pretty quiet, and quiet is good in my book. I glanced over at the small apartment building across the street, fifth floor, seventh window from the right, it was the place I spent most of the daylight drowned in cigarettes and booze before my next shift at some wackjob's night club. I'm glad that was over, still hungry, but better.


(I need to google what Texas looks like....)

 

[Catharsis]

The siblings had come up empty handed from the pocket search, and had since moved on. Now, they stood by two large bins that held collected rain water. It had been a while since it rained, but when it began to get hotter, Cam had pulled a large tarp over the bins to prevent most of the water from evaporating. Each day, the two showed up to these bins to refill their water supply for the day. If it rained, Cam would come back and remove the tarps so the water could get in, thus refilling their water. However, it had been weeks since the last time it rained, and they were already to the bottom of one of the bins. What happened once both bins were empty, was a question that the siblings hoped they would never find the answer to.


Carter made sure both of her bottles were completely full before she leaned forward,


using a small cup and poured a bit of water on her face, hands and her hair. Dividing each drop carefully between each part of her.


This was her version of a shower now. Three years ago she would've needed about a million cups like this and a bottle of shampoo to feed this need, but now, she knew water was a thing precious; not to be wasted, and shampoo was a luxury, not a need. She wringed her hair out little, watching as dark liquids hit the concrete at her feet.


That was how dirty she was, but looking up at her brother she realized his was much more worse off than her. The skin on his face was a dark red with sunburn, and caked unto so thick you could barely see his eyes. His hair matted and tangled something fearsome. Her brother rarely washed up these days. She knew it was because his fair skin took the sun so harshly, he preferred it to covered with mud than to burn. She dipped her fingers in the water and dabbed around her brother's eyes, which now watched her curiously.


Cam hissed quietly and swatted Carter's hand away. Even the lightest touch on his skin sent a


unbearable wave of pain through his body, his sunburn was worse than any pain he had bared before, and that's saying something considering he got ran over by a four wheeler once when he was 12. After taking a moment to let the pain lessen, he covered the bins up with the thickly yellow tarp and put his backpack back on his shoulders. "How about we do some house searching for the day?" he asked, silently hoping Carter agreed. He wasn't sure he could take much more of today's heat. "Well we are winding down on supplies.." Carter replied, following him as he began to walk west from their bins. "Oh, are we?" he replied absentmindedly.


"Cam haven't you been keeping track of things? My backpacks getting lighter by the second.." she said stopping him by tugging carefully on his shirt and staring up at him seriously. Cam took the hint and nodded his head, "Okay yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. I'll get on it." he replied, continuing forward. The two now walked beside large metal gates containing a large apartment complex. They walked through the open gate and walked into the first door they saw.

 

[Nightwalker973]

Serena felt her heart slow down, and she put her gun away in her bag. She got up carefully, testing her ankle. It still hurt, but wouldn't stop her from walking now. She made it into the outskirts of town and figured that finding some water was the next stop on her trip. She found a house that was long since abandoned, its door knocked down. She slowly made her way in, trying to find the best way to not make noise. She found her way into the kitchen, and raided the fridge. Three bottles of water, and a bottle of Coke.


She placed the water in her clothing so they wouldn't slosh around while she walked. She slowly twisted the lid off the Coke and took a swig. Flat, but not terrible. She made her way upstairs and found that all the doors were boarded shut. Her heart kicked off again, and she slowed her breath. She listened carefully. Something was scratching from one of them.


Serena, throwing all caution to the wind, ran down the stairs and out of the house, dropping the soda.

 

[The Mechanist]

Verac and Varrick only sat in silence waiting for their food to cook, the food consisting of only flavored water made from bouillon cubes. Verac had a hot plate hooked up to a 6 volt lantern spring battery, it has enough juice to do what it needs for now. Verac didnt want to have to rely on plan b to make a fire out of fear it would injure both him and his younger brother. Varrick looked up at Verac, "Im gonna go check on the alarms while this thing boils... It'll give me something to do." Varrick's alarm system consisted of empty tin cans hooked up to thread that he wired across the floor, should anyone or anything trip it the cans would jingle alerting the brothers. Verac nodded, he was too tired to really talk, they had a long day, it mainly consisted of clearing out the apartment for it had an uncomfortable amount of the undead. Verac just kept his eyes on the broth before him, "I needa find out a good spot to start gardening again, we cant keep living off of salty flavored water." Verac had always been a stickler about clean water, he had the proper materials in his bag to assemble a small apparatus, albeit it would take time for them to even get a satisfactory amount of water to drink, it was all they needed to stay hydrated. He only sighed and turned off the hot plate, their dinner was done.


Varrick was walking around the floor checking his trip wire system, it was all ok to his standards, his ROTC training really paid off. Verac relies on Varrick for the outside survival guidance, the two brothers have almost opposite skills, but they heavely rely on eachother, they both knew it was what mom wouldve wanted. He began making his way back to the room he and Verac camped at, as soon as he walked in he saw that Verac was already pouring their drink into beakers at an even amount, "Ah, so dinner is done, good." Verac again only nodded and handed Varrick the beaker, it was hot to the touch, but both the brothers had calised their hands enough to be used to the heat. They both sat in silence waiting for thier dinner to cool down a bit.


Verac finally feeling his drink was at the appropriate temperature took a sip of his and sighed with content. "You know something Varrick? I don't think I'll ever get over the flavor of anything that resembles ramen." Varrick rolled his eyes, "I can never understand how it is that you always stay so optimistic in times like this. But I suppose its a good thing, your optimism can be quite infectious." Varrick took a sip of his drink, he did have to hand it to Verac though, it is hard to get over that flavor.


Varrick's eyes went wide, putting down his drink he pointed out the window that was next to them. "Verac, the gate...its open. I know I closed it completely when we got in."


Verac looked out the window and quickly sipped his dinner, he didnt speak, he only gathered his materials and placed them in his doctors bag, "Finish your dinner, were gonna go look and make sure we are alone." Varrick did as he was told and handed the beaker to Verac, he only placed it in his bag and got up grabbing his modified tire iron.


The brothers left their room, Varrick didnt bother with dismantling his trap, he has plenty of left over junk to make another. The walked down the steps carefully and quietly, both had their own weapons customized to their liking, Verac only doing some boxing back then decided that a tire iron with cleaver blade welded to it would suit him, Varrick on the other hand used a large metal pipe with a knife on the end. They made their way down only to see one of the bottom doors close. "Varrick, you were right, we arent alone."





@Lonelytaco

 

[travelbypages]

Tony Avery

Tony Avery sat on top of an old run down office building with her legs dangling over the edge. She'd been stuck up there for hours, as the dead had somehow followed her to the building. Not that she was scared or anything, but days has began to get more boring and more boring unless you were always on the run. To Tony, it had felt liked days she'd been up there. The girl swung her legs a little bit, listening to the moans beginning to die down as the grotesque monsters began to give up on trying to get her. She couldn't help but smile at this "Dumb creature" she mumbled to herself as she took out a cigarette from her backpack, lit it up, and took a drag.


Eventually the last monster wandered off and Tony began to climb down the fire escape on the side of the building. Upon reaching the bottom, Tony threw the butt of the cigarette onto the ground and put it out with her boot. Quietly she began to wander the streets of Haven, New York, keeping close to the shadows. It was like this everyday, wandering, scavenging, looking for people who were alive. People who are good. She did't expect to find those people anywhere, those people were practically extinct. After a little bit of walking, she witnessed two teens, one around her age, and one a little younger, walk into an apartment building. She couldn't say anything, she wouldn't say anything, so she followed them quietly. Tony kept her ice climbing pick tightly in her grip.


Tony hoped they wouldn't be frightened at how bad she looked. A girl who had once been full and curvy with an athletic build was now a little bony and frail. Her hair had once been thick and long but because she didn't want her hair catching on anything she kept is shoulder length, and didn't even bother washing it anymore. Her clothes were torn and ripped, and because of the terribly hot morning she didn't bother keeping her jacket on. Just her long sleeve shirt and black skinny jeans. Tony moved forward a bit after they entered a room but jumped back when her boot crushed an already broken light bulb. She hoped they didn't hear.


( @Lonelytaco )

Jaydon Sherwood

Jaydon Sherwood covered his eyes to the early morning sunrise on his face. A grumble, much like the dead's, escaped his lips as he sat up, rubbing his face. With a sigh, he stood and stretched, running a hand through his hair. Another grumble, because of how dirty and gross he felt. So, he slipped on his ball cap, tucking his hair behind his shaggy hair behind his ears. His mission that day would be to find some water, any water. Something that was clean enough for him to drink, and enough for him to at least wash up.


Jay studied his surroundings, then looked up at the sky, squinting his eyes. It was going to get hotter... So he slipped on his light tee shirt before he hooked his backpack around his shoulders, and left the house he had been hiding out in. Of course, the doors weren't a safe option so he climbed out the window on the second floor of the room he had been staying in, and hopping off the roof. He was right, there were a few infected shuffling around the front door and he wasn't about to check the back.


Then the man took off on a light jog down the street to get away from the house. But after a bit of jogging, his pace slowed and he stopped in front of an old park. The grass was tall, really tall, and the old jungle gym that occupied the center was rusty and fragile. He couldn't help but feel his chest tighten up as he thought about his younger sister, but he quickly looked away and began on his journey to find some water.

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[Nightwalker973]

After a couple of seconds of Serena telling herself that it was safe, she started towards the center of town. She hoped that a couple of stores still had something. She took all the back ways that she could before reaching a small mom and pop store that she had visited often when she was younger. The metal shutters were closed over the main window, but the glass door was busted. Serena took a look around before heading in. The smell of the place caused her to recoil in disgust. She pulled her shirt up to cover her nose. She searched the shelves for a while before she found what she thought she needed. One bottle of water, hair brush, 4 pack of AA batteries, a pocket radio, and some Advil. She put everything into her bag and walked out of the store. She arrived at an old, over grown park and sat under a tree.


Serena took the pocket radio, opened it, and put the batteries in. She took the cheap headphones they came with and attached them to the unit. "Please let there be something." She repeated to herself as she put the headphones in and turned the switch on. Static. She searched every band she could, but only static. "I thought..." She threw the radio away from her in frustration.

 

[KhalZhavvorsa]

After waiting what seemed like ages for the man to respond, he never did. Sam assumed he wanted to distract her which only made her shake her head in disappointment. I've wasted time. Gotta move. Gotta do things before dark. She thought to herself as she darted away from the truck, very uncomfortable with being out in the open. Her boots made very soft running noises and her hair flew bag a little as she ran, same for her jacket. Moments later Sam sound herself at a huge central park. It looked like mainly a lot of rubble with plants growing in through the sandbox, and wood chips that scattered the ground. So far it looked rather useless to her, just some run down park that was too open for her to be comfortable with; so with that in mind she turned and jogged off in a separate way.


Before long Sam had made it back into a more darkened and condensed space of an alleyway between once a candy shop and abandoned apartment complex. She followed the alleyway through, stopping shortly when she smelled them. The older zombies. There had to be at least a decent sized group of them near for their rotting flesh smell to be so evident. Shit.

 

[Catharsis]

Carter had already began rummaging through the pantry of the small apartment's kitchen,


while Cam resided upstairs, where he was in search of other types of things. These days, he was in need of a pair of scissors.


Both siblings had their priorities, but both centered around keeping each other alive and well.


Carter knew looking for food now days was simply a waste of time, but she tried anyways. Opening each cabinet armed ready for the


disappointment each one had to offer. She was surprised to find a sealed jar of peanut butter still in one of the cabinets, hidden behind empty cereal boxes. She wiped away the thin layer of dust that covered it and slipped it into her backpack. She dug a bit more, but it seemed any other kind of food was long gone. However, Carter knew that didn't mean everything else of value was gone. She went to the kitchen sink and squatted down to size with the small supply cabinet under it. Once she opened the door she was welcomed with the sight of dish detergent, bleach, paper towels and most important; Brillo Pads. She stuffed a roll of paper towels in her bag as well as a few of the brillo pads before grabbing the detergent and heading to the bathroom. There wasn't much light, but she could still see her face and that was all that mattered.


She began to scrub her face hard. Removing layers of mud that water itself was unable to do alone, and


continued to do so til her face was pink from the brillo pad's rough edges rubbing across her face. She looked into the mirror, nearly cringing at the sight before she continued. She pulled out a few of the paper towels and attempted to dry the soap off her face. She now combed through her hair, doing her best to tame it. Once she was done, she looked up to see she actually looked a bit like a human again. She was still looking at herself when she heard the sound of something cracking in the livingroom. She could still hear Cam moving around upstairs so she already knew this wasn't her brother messing around. She pushed herself against the bathroom wall, hiding in the dark shadows of it. "Who is it? I'm armed." she yelled to the intruder. @Dannygirl900

 

[The Mechanist]

Verac and Varrick heard a small commotion from the apartment in front of them. Verac turned to Varrick, "I have an idea, dont ask questions, just follow my lead." Verac walked to the door with a wary Varrick following behind, he already had his makeshift spear ready. Verac strapped his weapon to his belt and proceeded to knock on the door, Varrick looked at him angry and confused, "Youre fucking kidding me." Verac turned around and glared at Varrick, he then turned back to the door and knocked once more, "Umm excuse me, yes hello? I heard a commotion, I'm a doctor so if there is anyone in there who needs medical attention please say so and I'll be more than happy to help. Me and my brother mean no harm." Varrick looked at Verac again, "Great now they know theres two of us." Verac turned around, "I said no questions, that also means to shut up when I'm doing things like this."

 

[Elephantom]

Chris was sitting in his chair completely dozed off with his shotgun in hand, you can never be too cautious in the apocalypse. He was all alone in this moderate sized room in this huge apartment, his brother and friend were all gone when he came, all that remained were large amounts of shambling cannibalistic freaks which are also known as zombies.


He was quietly snoring, quite peacefully actually, but his sleep was not at all intentional, his actual intention was to guard his home from walkers and bandits, but he was feeling quite sleepy, and before he knew, he was sleeping, why wouldn't he? He was awake last night, he was awake for a precise 24 hours.


Quite a moment passed away with him being still asleep.


Suddenly, he woke up, standing up with his shotgun in hand, which he pointed to at almost everything, he was dazed and confused, he was sweating quite heavily, he was aiming his shotgun around until he actually realized that he had seen a nightmare in his sleep, it was quite haunting and realistic.


Then he heard commotion on the hallway outside his door, being the good Samaritan he is, he decided to investigate its sources.


He unlocked the locks and bolts on his door as he opened it. From there, he could now see that noise came from the rooms upstairs, he slowly went up using the stairs, as he saw the most silliest situation he had ever seen, there was A young guy in a lab coat and another guy in silly military fatigues trying to communicate with the person inside the door, of course in a friendly matter but what where they trying to do? Rob the guy blind? Or help the guy? The latter one would've actually resulted in them not knocking the door, they would've kicked it down. Though some bandits try play it with subtlety.


"Hello, strangers. Need any assistance? Well, with what I'm seeing in here, the people inside the room may be in need of assistance, which I'm more than happy to provide, seeing since we're all in a community, we each have a responsibility of protecting each other unless you're going for the 'survival the fittest style' which is a completely different league." Chris politely said to the two groups.


"Another question, ain't you people too young to be in this professional outfits? You people look definitely like a pair of young adults. Well, you ought to be careful out here, them freaks are cannibalizing everyone." He paused a bit as he continued again.


"The worst case scenario is the person in need of assistance has already turned. And the best care scenario is that the person in need of assistance has accidentally knocked herself out when he slipped on a puddle of tea which formed when his tea cup fell on the floor. Then again, I'm judging too much." He finished as he waited for the person to open his door.

 

[Axion]

James was now walking ever so slightly fast, the heat rays that shone on him, his nose sniffing at the smell of rotten corpse and just generally everything that made him want to puke. But he could tolerate the smell as he saw a line cars that hadn't rusted but still dirty, a neighborhood that had some apartment complex and some commercial buildings, a hair salon, and a restaurant. There was a alleyway about four buildings down the street, he could see some something else but didn't look more in to it. But that wasn't what James was looking for as he went on the left hand side of street with the candy store, he would check the car if were unlock. The first one was a Toyota, it wasn't locked luckily, as James didn't search inside but rather was feeling under the smooth headboard and soon *click*, the hood popped up and James hold it up as he was checking several things in the hood, he carefully took wires out of the engine, he probably got about five usable wires and then slowly took out the car battery with ease and sets it down next to him as he closes the hood and puts the folded wires in his backpack and carries the battery near a street lamp, marking it as the temporary storage for the stuff. He walks to the next vehicle when he suddenly twitches his nose at a distinct stench, his breathing still normal, a sweat droplet rolling down his face, down his cheek, dropping onto the burning concrete sidewalk, the sound of the droplet echoes in is head as he grasp his katana and slowly draws it from its sheath.


@xEmoBunnehx

 

[The Mechanist]

Varrick hearing the mans voice turned to his side and jumped right in front of Verac to shield him, completely ignoring the mans comments. Verac on the other hand looked at the man, "Hmmm blood shot eyes, slight baggage beneath the orbital orifice. Personality seems a bit off, you are suffering from sleep deprevation. I recommend you get some sleep, doctors orders." Verac turned back to the door, Varrick still keeping his eyes trained on the stranger spoke. "Again? Youre really doing that again? Theres a guy here with a shotgun, and the first thing you do is diagnose him all because he didnt sleep? You worry too much about everyone, and are you seriously gonna knock again?!" Verac ignored his brother and knocked once more.

 

[Elephantom]

"Yep, your brother's right, this is the apocalypse and your worried about sleep deprivation? You need to tighten up kiddo, in an apocalyptic sense, your chances of survival without your sensible brother is 2.00%, that sir, is the ugly truth." Chris said as he looked at the Verac.


"And just because I have a shotgun doesn't mean that I'm hear to harm you, if I was to harm you, I would've like done it like minutes again." He continued, he then looked over at Varric.


"Actually, you kiddos should stick with me, I could teach you a thing or two." He said, pausing a bit before inspecting the door.


"Ya know what the most sensible and foolish thing to do now would be to kick this door down, we're gonna have to go in, guns blazing. And might I add that we need guns." Jr said as he paused a bit, now looking at the both of them.


"Raise your hands if you have guns and want to get over this matter quickly." He finished, using his shotgun's shoulder strap to connect the shotgun to his back, freeing both of his hands, which he uses to equip his revolver with his right hand and raising his hand with his free left hand.

 

[KhalZhavvorsa]

Sam was at the far end of the alleyway, her knife tightly clutched in her hand. At first she saw no one and nothing, then a man emerged. He was tall and a little stocky but with a slender frame. Sam watched as the man messed with the Toyota; getting in, out then opening up the hood and taking wires then the battery. What good are those? She wondered, her brows creasing as she remained in the darkness, ever vigilant and alert. When the man drew his sword, Sam back up quietly..hoping he hadn't saw her. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Please don't come over here. She frantically thought as she backed up further into the darkness, still watching him and waiting to see what might happen next. Sam was ready for a fight, though she hoped it wouldn't come to that. She wasn't against killing other real humans if the need had to be, but still..she;d like to avoid it as much as possible. Besides he had the advantage of a sword. All she had was a knife and a gun with three bullets.

 

[Nightwalker973]

Serena felt her stomach growl, and decided that the next course of action should be to get food. She didn't want to use her canned goods until it was an emergency. She looked around, searching the skyline for any building that seemed to have something in it. "That apartment building might have something." She said to herself. She grabbed her bag, and started to journey over there. When she made it to the door, she pulled her backpack off, grabbed the gun, and put the bag on again. She didn't know what to expect.

 

[travelbypages]

Tony

Tony smirked a bit and listened to the younger one threaten that she was armed and shook her head a bit, unfazed by the girls bravery. Everybody had to be brave nowadays. Everybody had to cope. Because of what Tony had witnessed since the beginning she chose not to talk to anybody unless they needed her to, unless they needed her comfort. So, Tony hooked her pick to her belt and stepped around the corner holding her hands up a little bit. She was silent as she held out her hand in a handshake. Tony was fast, so if the girl tried anything Tony could easily grab her climbing pick to kill the girl.


In the beginning Tony had nothing but a knife. When things were completely gone she had found a gun and the pick. At first the pick had meant nothing to her but as the apocalypse went on she became more dependent on it. It helped her with close up kills, climbing, and jamming doors if she needed to rest. The pick was her best tool. As Tony watched the girl she bit her lip a bit to see if the girl would accept. Not many people would have a nice reaction to a handshake, it was easier to get hurt that way. But despite her silent manor, she was a decent person. Sure, she had done things she regrets, but who hasn't.


In an apocalypse in inevitable when it comes to killing the dead... And sometimes the living...


( @Lonelytaco )




Jaydon

(I'll make a reply for Jaydon is someone's character interacts with him.)
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[Catharsis]

Carter attempted to shove herself further into the shadows as the stranger approached her,


jumping at the sound of someone's knuckles punching on the door. When she saw the girl over out her hand she hesitated


a bit and grabbed it, but let go quickly when she heard the yelling outside. "Are they with you?" she asked quietly, believing she had


just been set up to be a victim of an ambush. She clenched her fists and felt her blood drain, a feeling of hopelessness surging through


her body. She had began to make her way out of the shadows when she hear the telltale footsteps of her brother, finally making his way down


the stairs.


"What's going on down here?" he asked as Carter flung out of the bathroom. He was so concerned


about his sister's red face, he almost didn't register the girl standing near the bathroom, nor did he hear the chaos going on outside.


He pulled his sister close to him and pulled out his knife. Unsure of what was exactly taking place around him at the moment.


He looked over the girl who was standing in front of him up and down carefully, she didn't seem like much of a threat, but he had to be


sure. "I'm going to open the door now, and if you try anything behind my back I won't hesitate to put this through your


skull and never look back." he said holding up his curved blade. He let his sister go and walked towards the door with his knife,


posed ready for any attack the person at the door had to offer. He swung the door open and jumped back quickly, surprised at what was on the other side. A man, and two younger boys stood on the other side. One dressed in a lab coat and the other dressed in some sort of military getup.


"A scientist and a soldier walk into a bar.....unbelievable." he mumbled staring at all the men.


@Hollowed Kadaver