Futuristic World's Ending

[HannaTheHippy]

In the first days of the apocalypse, warnings of the rapidly spreading "zombie virus" had been blazing over radios, televisions, computers; basically anything they could get their hands on to warn others of the impending, 'end of the world as we know it'. Everyone was in a panic to get to wherever they believed was safe, while others stayed put, some believing the warning to be nothing but a prank or a simple overreaction.


Months have passed since then. Everyone, everything, is gone. Your friends, your family, acquaintances and your possessions. All gone. All that remains is the smell and sight of rotting corpses lumbering or crawling around the area. Food and ammo has been increasingly difficult to come by, shouting out the question, "How long will you survive in this hellhole of a planet?"


I'm not picky about sentence length or rank is writing, but grammar and spelling is a must have. If you do a short sentence, I'll most likely match that sentence length. All I ask is that you give me something to reply to.

 

[HannaTheHippy]

Madeline kept herself crouched as she headed around the exterior of the gas station. She crept around the front, glancing in from the busted window that exposed the inside. Upon inspection, she didn't see any dead inside, nor doors that hadn't been boarded up with plywood. Her only option was to climb into the station through the shards of jagged glasses, her jeans and flesh easily unprotected to any cuts. For what? Supplies that she hoped would be inside.


If she was lucky, looters might've not gotten to it yet, she highly doubted that, but worth a shot. She unslung the rifle, leaning it against the gas station's surrounding wall. She carefully fumbled with the switchblade, holding it firmly in her left hand. She stood and braced herself, slowly crawling into the station without hesitation. She stood up again, reached out, grabbed the rifle's strap and brought it in, slinging it over onto her back once more.


She cautiously began walking down the gas station's aisles, in search for supplies.

 

[The Jackal]

Mindless drones stumbled along the streets ahead of Vincent, forcing him to sit in a marksman position on his roof and scan across everyone... Everything ahead of him. He slowly looked through the scope of the sniper, a hand on the adjustment knob of the scope as he slowly inched it forward as he scanned across the large undead mass. Nothing picked up his interest until he came to a stop staring at the boarded up and abandoned general store, thinking before slowly lifting his sniper and making his ways across the roofs to the top of the general store.


He slowly slid down a ladder as silently as he could before creeping through the back alleys to the general store, crouching behind a car as a couple of undead stumbled past the alleyway entrance. 2 problems presented itself, the fact that one of the walkers lingered and the second being the door was so close to the alley entrance. He slowly laid his sniper to the ground before reaching over his shoulder to the fire axe which he unslung and allowed the blade to tap against the cement. The walker cocked it's head towards the noise before stumbling forward into the alleyway. Vincent pressed himself against the car and made himself look as dead as he could before the walker stumbled into his sight, looking around before lingering again. With the walker's back to Vincent he slowly stood and crept forward before grabbing the walking by the shoulder and placing the handle of the fire axe into it's mouth, pulling it hard back before breaking it's jaw and slamming it's head into the brick wall.


The undead slowly slid to the ground where it lay before Vincent rolled the body under the car, slipped his axe into it's sheathe, picked up his sniper and then crept towards the door which he, luckily, opened with ease. He slowly closed the door behind him before rolling an empty shelf on wheels in front of it, thankfully the wheels were plastic and made no noise as he did so.

 

[HannaTheHippy]

She kept a cautious crouched behind the first shelve, listening closely to hear anything. When she didn't hear anything, no groans, no talking or breathing in her area, she stood up and moved on, searching the other aisles for pocket-supplies. She glanced at the floor between the shelving; scattered bullets, drag markings, blood, broken pieces of glass, sadness. She looked forward, quickly scanning the area. She walked, trying not to waste time with her 'shopping'.


She sighed heavily, wandering off to the third aisle, being greeted with a decaying body, mostly only bones, picked through articles of clothing, used rounds, maggots, and a tattered brown satchel; to her surprise, hadn't been taken. She crept towards the body, stepped over it, grabbing the satchel that had been sprawled out. She knelt down, looked through it, hoping to find something; empty. Madeline grinned, stood up and slipped it on. She stumbled over to the fourth, and last aisle, excitedly picked up a discarded can of food on the bottom ledge, popped it open with her switchblade, only to find more maggots. She stared in shock and fear as one of the maggots climbed onto her hand, forcing her to chuck the can on the ground, trip over herself as she stumbled back, and nearly scream.


The can against the floor was rather loud, as well as her scuffling to get away from the can. She froze in her tracks, listening for the dead. She clutched the knife in her hand, so hard that her knuckles turned white and her nails were digging into her palms. She quickly decided she needed to leave; that this trip was a mistake.

 

[The Jackal]

Once Vincent had barricaded the door he slowly crept towards the counter, looking over it slowly before looking up as he heard a low strained groan. He slowly looked around for the source as he reached over his shoulder for his fire axe, sling it into his hands and catching the handle before creeping through the store. He stopped at a door and tried it only for the handle to rattle slightly, grumbling as he looked around.


He slowly crept behind the counter to be greeted by two things, a half eaten skeleton and the cash register over tipped and looted. He almost vomited in his mask at the first thing and sighed at the second before noticing a glint coming from the side of the corpse, a key. He slowly crept forward and reached down to the key, tightening his grip on it before slowly pulling it from the man's belt. He relaxed slightly just before the corpse shot to life and let out an angered growl, standing as Vincent dropped the key and rose his fire axe. As the walking corpse stumble towards him Vincent placed both hands on the edge of the fire axe handle, readying himself to swing down.


He waited for what seemed like an eternity until the corpse was within range, swinging down as hard as he could along with the weight from the metal axe giving more velocity to his attack. There was a strange crunching as the axe tip came into contact with the skull, spreading wispy hair and breaking through rotting skin before reaching the skull which was split open with ease. The axe head continued on until it had reached the lower jaw which cracked under the weight of the axe, splitting teeth, gum and jaw. The body of the victim seemed to bounce lightly to brace the attack only to waver slightly and then fall backwards where it lay, blood spurting from the large split in the middle of it's head.


Vincent stepped back as he kneeled down and picked up the gold key, slipping his now bloodied axe into it's sheathe before creeping back to the locked door. He placed the key into the keyhole before turning the key and allowing the door to slide open. He was greeted by the sight of a writhing undead trapped underneath a heater which was most likely thrown over it's chest. Vincent slowly entered the room and looked at the zombie, reaching for his axe before looking at the knife that lay on the table and picking it up. He looked at the zombie before creeping towards it and kneeling down as he positioned the knife over the zombie's left eye before shoving it deep in.


The knife split the eye before allowing blood to spurt free as Vincent twirled it and dug it around with in the zombie, scraping at the second eye and cracking lightly at the edges of the socket. After a few moments of struggling Vincent withdrew the knife as the zombie stopped struggling and went limp. Sighing as he threw the knife onto the body before looking at a vending machine in the corner filled with food. He smiled before looking at the body, searching it before he found a wallet filled with cash which he used to buy almost everything within the machine, stashing it within his pockets. Once he had discerned that the general store was clear he removed the shelf and crept out of the alley and back down into the darkness, past the car and the blood splatter on the wall and then back onto the rooftops.

 

[Elijahpijah123]

Quan was heading towards a small house, in hopes of finding food. He pulled out his magnum and kept it in hand in case a random zombie appeared and he had to shoot. He opened the door slowly, slowly, and went in. He saw one light on, being cautious if a survivor was in here. They would do anything to survive. He turned the corner. No one alive. Just dead, rotten corpses. He walked towards the kitchen and saw a small fridge. He opened it and all there was was moldy, ruined foods. So much for eating anything today.

 

[HannaTheHippy]

She stayed quiet for a few more moments before darting to the broken window again, doing the same routine she did to get in. Once she was outside, in the open, she could see and hear better. Zombies were pretty stupid, just hunks of putrid flesh and bones, no real threat, other than their teeth. She listened, crouched, her back turned to the broken window. Two. Two zombies were around the area of the gas station, a light, but constant thumping against concrete and small groans coming closer.


They either heard the can, or she idiotically didn't notice them before she jumped in the first time. She quickly contemplated whether to use her rifle or switchblade, but before she could answer, the small groan turned into two, the thumping stopped, they were on her right side. She froze in fear, looking up to see their ugly faces. Black greenish skin, one having the left of their mouth visible, the teeth furiously gnashing, the arms clawing at air, clothes torn. Madeline knew the second zombie was behind the first, despite her not seeing so. She swiftly moved back, standing up straight, a distance from the zombies and her. The second was now next to the first, they moving somewhat in sync with each other as they limped and stumble towards her.


She waited for the right time before she moved to the side of the first, giving it no time to react. She dug the switchblade into the side of it's neck as hard as she could, then pulled upwards, slicing the walker's skull and brain. The zombie fell, but wasn't dead. She quickly ripped her blade out, looking at the second one, who was now turned straight, almost enclosed by the first's body. She glared, throwing the switchblade directly at it's skull, the blade sticking, the zombie falling face first into the first's back. She didn't think before rushing over to the first's head, repeatedly stomping until it stopped struggling completely, brain matter and blood going everywhere. She then kicked the second's body back, laying it against the broken window's shards, yanking the switchblade from it's skull, blood oozing out of the hole.


Madeline's adrenaline slowed, making her become tired. She sheathed the bloodied blade into her pants pocket, letting the handle stick out before she heavily sighed again, stumbling back from the murder scene. She caught her breathe while unfolding a paper from her other pocket, blood-stained, marked up in anything she used to write in, a small map. She glanced up at the gas station's sign, grabbing a pen that had been running out of ink from the first day she found it. She promptly etched into the map, marking off the location. She'd been to about three general store locations in the area already, each other more worthless than the last. She walked away from the gas station, careful to not encounter anymore on her way to an abandoned hospital across the street.

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent let out an exhausted sighed as he stood from the red and grey ladder that lead to the top of the building he was climbing, an old hotel that had metal signs plastering the walls and doors which read Piss off !, Looters will be shot on sight, and Thieves will be fed to the walkers all of which were written in what Vincent hoped was crimson paint and not blood.


Vincent slowly crept towards the open door that lead to the stares, slowly opening it a little more and looking in. The sight he was met with made him instantly retract at the smell of rotting flesh and sight of corpse after corpse stacked on the stairs. Once Vincent had regained his composure he slowly looked around for a place to stash his sniper, settling for a ventilation shaft that had been kicked in and broken. Slowly creeping over to the shaft and slipping his sniper into it before grabbing his axe and returning to the stairs, stepping over countless corpses which, thankfully, didn't come to life and kill him.


As he walked down stair after stair Vincent began to relax and become more leisurely, picking up his pace and walking harder which caused low thumps to accompany his every step. A nearby conversation snapped him back to reality as two, presumably, men argued over who had won a game of cards.


"You cheated !" The first voice called.


"Did not !" The second voice retorted.


"You did you ass- Hey, HEY WAI-" Then a gunshot.


Vincent winced before slowly creeping to the source of noise, floor 7. He slowly opened the door without a sound to be greeted by the sight of a dead bandit on the floor and then a living one collecting the food that was scattered in between cards on a nearby table. He rolled his eyes before stuffing his hands into his pockets to check how much he had left, almost nothing. He'd have to take his chances with stealing from these guys which caused a shiver to run down his spine.


After waiting for an hour the body of the first bandit was cleared and everyone else around the area had left, giving Vincent an opportunity to go in, steal the remaining food from the table, look around more, take some ammunition from a bandit and then get out of there. Great plan. Now it needed to be put into action. Slowly, Vincent opened the door and crept towards the table before sweeping his hand across it before swearing silently, no food. He looked around once more and sighed as he crept towards the end of the hall that was most likely abandoned, peaking through the door before staring at an dim light near the door. He slowly opened the door which was accompanied by a creak, causing a voice to call from the room.


"Who's there ? If your here to take some ammunition you'll have to kill me first." Called a voice, laden with a Russian accent.


That could be arrange. Vincent slowly crept towards the door as he stood and replied with his best 'tough voice'.


"Oh yeah ?! Come out here and fight me then." He called, hearing a low creak of a chair as the occupant of the ammo depot stood and made his way to the door.


Vincent slowly rose the fire axe and waited until a large figure appeared in the doorway, swinging horizontally before digging the axe head into the man's side. The man let out a stricken cry of agony which was quickly cut off by Vincent who shoved the figure into the armory and entered with him, the man trying to crawl towards a shot gun that lay idle at the table. Vincent placed a foot on the man's thigh, stopping him from moving before raising the fire axe and swinging it hard down into the middle of his forehead.


The skull spread some straggly stands of black hair before breaking through withering flesh before hitting the skull and cracking it much like the previous infected before proceeding to split both sides of the brain in two, silencing the man's screaming and killing him instantly.


Vincent slowly lifted the axe from the man's head, shaking his own head as he began to looked around for ammunition. He had looked everywhere and had looted almost every piece of ammo as it might come in handing for currency later on before finally finding what he was looking for: 50. caliber shells which he stashed into his breast pocket and began to head to the door. He froze at the sound of a voice.


"Boris ? Did you yell at someone ? Boris ?"


Vincent froze before looking around quickly, staring at the shotgun before rushing to it and picking it up before running to the door again and crouching down as he hid just behind the door frame. A silhouetted figure entered the room and looked at the body in horror, going to turn and call to someone only to be greeted by Vincent and a shotgun barrel aimed for his face.


"Keep quiet and this will go well" Vincent instructed, the man nodding frantically.


Slowly Vincent spun the man around before pushing him towards the body and signalling at it with the shotgun.


"Pick it up, and hide it in that ammo box." He instructed, the man following his orders precisely.


Just as Vincent was relaxing and thinking about how easy this was the man spun around and aimed a pistol straight at Vincent, earning a shot straight into the stomach which sent him flying back into the crate along with his other comrade. Vincent swore before throwing the shotgun to the ground as more voices began to call, referring to the loud bang that came from the armory. Vincent ran, not caring whether he was noticed or not, he headed straight to the stairs and began climbing them as fast as he could with footsteps echoing behind him.


After what seemed like an eternity in hell Vincent burst out from the rooftop exit, running to the ventilation shaft and picking up his sniper before running to the ladder. The inside of the hotel was filled with yells of anger and terror as most of the occupants of the hotel began to search for the intruder who killed their comrades. Vincent was half way down the ladder when he heard voices above him calling to find him and bring me his head, forcing him to speed up his climbing by releasing his feet from the spokes and sliding down like in the movies.


Once he landed he quickly looked around to be greeted by walkers on both his sides, swearing before looking at a nearby dumpster and then a sewer grate. He looked down at the grate before kneeling down and lifting it up, the zombies moving closer as he slid it aside and he slid down. The zombies were basically on top of him as he pulled the grate closed and began to climb down the ladder into the sewers. Once he reached the bottom of the ladder he reached into his pocket and felt around before pulling out a micro flashlight which he turned on and shined around the sewers, scanning where he was.

 

[HannaTheHippy]

Luckily, no more followed her on her voyage. She was weary of going inside the hospital, the people before, the live ones, would've been there for treatment of something. If one had this virus, then they all had it. On the other hand, it'd be pointless to go searching through all the rooms. It'd take way too much time with her alone, and she didn't even know if she'd find something useful. Madeline, despite her thoughts, shoved open the door and closed it behind herself. She entered the hospital's lobby and wandered around. People were already here, or had been. Lanterns were distributed on tables, desks, couches, etc. Her heart thumped as she heard a few voices talking normally, or two, maybe three, causing her to crouch for protection. She was definitely not alone in this hospital. The voices were close, maybe in a nearby room, or maybe behind the couch she was looking at.


"Okay, okay. But I ain't dyin'. Think I give a damn 'bout a bite? I can handle 'mself." A man said, an unusual twang booming through his words.


"Oooh, is that right? Then how'd 'ya get the bite in the first place if you're so tough? Thought you wouldn't let 'em touch 'ya." A female's voice, thee same twang as the man.


"Don't question my ways, woman. I do what I gotta, now hand me another beer." Harsher, the male's voice sounded. Demanding.


"You drank 'em all, 'ya coot. What, gonna go fight drunk? Hey, good luck." She replied.


"Maybe I will. I know you ain't gonna stop me." A scuffle of the man standing up and a gun reloaded was clear. He was coming closer to where she was.


Madeline quickly departed away from the desk, using whatever darkness there was to shield herself as she crawled behind a desk, still continuing to listen to the conversation.


The man's footsteps echoed as he made his way to the door, the women didn't follow him, from what Madeline saw. Before she could decide what had happened between the two, she saw the man cock the gun he was holding to his temple and shoot, leaving his body pressed against the concrete, blood, a half-blown off head, screaming and loud sobbing from the woman, wide eyes, and a dropped jaw.


Damn, these people are idiots. Madeline thought to herself, edging away from the desk, keeping crouched.


It might've been safe now, but with the gunshots and the woman's obnoxious sobs, the dead would be here any minute. Bloodshed. It sucks that he died right in front of the door, causing the woman to be over there now, just to make it harder for Madeline to escape, but it was also good, because now, the woman bought herself time to loot the area; she'd be too busy with grieving and the massacre. Madeline's plan was for the woman to kill 99% of the undead on their way, and when the woman was tired, kill the woman. The plan wasn't idle, because the woman might not kill all of them and carelessly fed herself to them instead, but if she had any willpower left, the plan would somewhat work.


Madeline went through the first floor without any problems from walkers, the couple before killing the ones she did find. No problems, but no loot either. After a few moments, groans filled the lobby, accompanied by numerous gunshots and countless shadows bouncing along the walls. Madeline played safe, keeping crouch in one of the rooms, waiting for everything to die down before popping out again. The plan would've worked, if Madeline hadn't forgot to check the ammunition before she pointed it at the back of the women's head. The gun clicked and the woman turned around, in a burst of energy Madeline didn't think the woman had, the female charged at her, waving around a knife, similar to the one Madeline had. She quickly stood, unsheathed the switchblade and with no time to react, threw it at the woman's chest. The woman fell, dropped the knife, gasping, holding onto the wound, trying to yank the blade out.


"Sorry." Madeline whispered in somewhat a sympathetic way before kicking the knife further into her chest, the knife going through her body, pushing her to the floor.


Once the woman stopped moving completely, Madeline simply spread her hands out from the wound, grabbed the knife, shut her eyes, and grabbed the woman's weapon, a knife. She sighed, walking to where they were before the male committed. She didn't find much but a bottle of half-drunk water, seven empty beer glasses, a few tattered sheets to make a make-shift bed, empty ammunition boxes, and a lantern; nothing worth taking. She went to the door, bodies of dead clustered the entrance, along with the male. She knelt down, picked up the gun the male was using and glanced over it carefully to see what it was. A pistol. Now, a pistol wouldn't hurt to have, especially with Madeline's rifle being useless without any ammunition. She checked the pistol's slot, finding it empty; used up by the woman. Madeline swore under her breath, walking out of the hospital, in search of more ammunition for the rifle.

 

[Elijahpijah123]

Quan was heading for an abandoned mall, and saw a hospital with a woman walking out. "H-Hey you! Have any food?"

 

[HannaTheHippy]

She stopped, muttering. She turned to the sound of the voice, squinting.


"Uh, pardon?" Madeline slowly walked towards him, keeping the switchblade in her hand as she did so.


If this guy wanted something other than company, he was out of luck. She was as poor and greedy as anyone else out here.

 

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  Daniel cautiously shifted around the corpse of a poor man on the ground, a sharp, blunt injury still oozing blood on the right side of his head. The guy was a little bit too careless, especially trying to interrogate a 14 year old. Really, anyone out on this wasteland was as desperate as anyone else was. You either kill, or be killed, so to say. This guy must have been awfully desperate to attack someone as young as him. Stepping away from the blood that was gruesomely pooling around the man's body, he stepped back a little bit, the dark circles under his eyes seeming to emphasize as he looked at him.
  
  
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  But I still.. I still made the conscious decision, didn't I?
  
  
  Covering his mouth with his hand, the thought that he had to kill someone set him sick to his stomach. Dealing with the un-dead was frightening enough, but having to fight with even the alive? That's even worst. It's not like it was the first time it happened either, which only made him feel worst about himself. Unable to remain in the same room any longer, he tightly grasped the handle of his mallet, heaving it so it rested on his shoulder. Painstakingly looking behind him at the man, a number of thoughts ran through his head.
  
  
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  The moment he set foot outside the apartment, a loud bang was heard in the distance. Quickly moving back inside the apartment, he peered out of the lobby window to the outside. Though, with the number of buildings sprouting out of the ground, it was impossible to see if the shooter was outside. Of course, it was bound to happen eventually. There were plenty of people around, it was only a matter of time before gunshots were set ripping straight through the air. Cautiously moving out of the building, he was weary of his surroundings as he moved forward. Leaning his back against the wall of a large building, he cautiously looked around the corner, only to find a man outside.
  
  
  "H-Hey you! Have any food?"
  
  
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[The Jackal]

Vincent slowly crept his way through the sewers, the smell of feces and other indescribable things filling his gas mask and forcing him to rip it from his face and tie it to his belt where it dangled freely. The male kept walking in complete silence, not bothering to check if any of the steel doors nearby might harbor any ammunition or much needed food or water.


After a moment Vincent came upon a second manhole which he shined his torch on to notice that the manhole was being opened and a gun was pointed through it along with a flashlight that scanned the area, Vincent quickly pressed himself against an out cut that had a steel door in it and quickly tried the door which swung open and allowed him access to the inside room.


The male quickly stumbled into the room before slamming it shut and tipping a nearby table and metal shelf in front of it, blocking the door to whoever was outside. Slowly, Vincent backed up and looked around for a weapon that could be used for close range, finding nothing and swearing as he grabbed a second desk and placed it on the pile in front of the door as well. Vincent looked around for an alternative exit before staring at a power panel which he slowly walked over to and activated the lights which flickered to life. He relaxed slightly as the lights turned on only to be frightened by a loud bang from outside, whoever was at the manhole had found him.


Quickly, the male turned to a second door and slammed himself against it to no avail as it held firm causing him to swear before standing back and kicking it. This time the door buckled slightly before Vincent slammed into it again and it gave way.


Sparing no glance back, Vincent ran through the sewers and didn't stop until he had turned a corner and pressed himself against the wall. He waited for a few seconds until he heard a reassuring yell.


"Dammit, he's gone..." Called a males voice followed by sloshing as boots went through water.


The male slid down the wall before looking up at the manhole nearby, settling for that than staying in the sewer any longer. He quickly climbed the ladder and pushed the manhole open only to be greeted by a loud 'crack' as a gun went off causing him to shut the manhole and wait for a moment before peering out and finally discerning it was safe. Once up top he slipped his gas mask back on and made his way to an alleyway while crouched, swerving his head to stare up at the nearby rooftops in case and bandit or survivor was looking, loading there gun or aiming.


Once in the alleyway Vincent stood and began to walk once more, turning a corner before stepping back and retracting into the shadows as a large horde of undead stumbled along the road towards a nearby hospital were more gunshots were coming. As he stared he thought of who was shooting, bandits, survivors, heck even a family. He shook his head only for his morals to get the better of him and make him climb up a nearby ladder to a rooftop which he sat down in a marksman position on and aimed at the hospital.


A greaving woman and a dead man met his sight as he shook his head and slowly turned the adjustment nob forward so that he was staring at the stragglers of the group. He could deal with them without being seen but if he shot any zombies closer to the hospital his position would be given away for sure. Slowly, Vincent tightened his grip on the trigger before squeezing it lightly. The bullet came flying out of the chamber and went spinning down to the streets below where it split the head of a female straggler who fell forward after the 50. cal round met her rotting skull.


Once most of the horde had been dealt with Vincent paused before loading a new magazine and standing, going to wave at the woman before noticing a second teen behind her who went to shot only to stop. No ammo. He laughed lightly before noticing a switchblade dug into the adult's chest and the teen stomping it further in, causing him to almost throw up.


Too late now. The sun had set behind him, casting a large shadow onto the streets below most likely letting all the inhabitants of the hospital that he was up there, with a sniper, aiming down at them... Yeah. Not the greatest first impression.


@HannaTheHippy

 

[HannaTheHippy]

Madeline sighed, stopping, keeping the blade clutched to her hand.


"If you're looking for anything but company, I really can't help you. Call me greedy and all, but I have nothing to spare, y'know? I'm just as poor as anyone else out here," She muttered, somewhat strained and fidgety. "Hey, but good luck though. And, I hand it to you for being 'brave' enough to shout out to someone like that. Can't stay around for the aftermath." Her accent somewhat shone throughout her speech. She smirked, turning her back to the man, walking away from him.


Not the smartest to turn her back from him, considering he could easily shoot her. She put the blade back into her pocket, stopping a fairly good distance around from him, her side facing the building's side. She unfolded the map from her pocket again, glanced up at the hospitals sign, then etched a small mark to notify herself she'd been there. After marking the paper, she violently shook the pen, swore, then tossed it away, put the folded paper back into her pocket, and continued aimlessly walking.

 

[Some Guy]

(for future reference I won't be able to read all of these super long posts all the time, I simply won't be able to keep up)


A tall man strode by the abandoned buildings, a dead stare facing directly in front of him and an old worn shotgun held tightly in his grasp. He seemed to almost ignore every other structure he passed as if nothing was good enough to hold his interest. He could only look forward to some unseen destination only Heaven would know. His direction averted at the sound of gunfire nearby and he stopped in his tracks. The rubble and dirt stopped crunching under his boots and he turned his head to where he heard it. He gazed in that direction for a moment before pumping his weapon once and heading over to the sound of the shot in a slightly faster pace. Once he got close he saw a girl and young boy. He didn't want to take any chances with them yet. So he made the decision to stay away from them but follow them until he finds whether they were worth teaming up with. He stood behind the corner of a building with his grey stone eyes, awaiting their next move.

 

[HannaTheHippy]

She stopped again, looking back at the man who asked for food, then up to a shadow reflecting off of the building, to a sniper that'd most likely been there the whole time. She pondered how she didn't seem him before, slowly raising a hand up to him, with no recognition as if he could see her or not. She turned her head to a boy, presumably had been watching the whole time.


"Look," She put her hand back to her side, pointing to the two of them that were within range. "If you want to stay alive, I suggest traveling in numbers than alone," She pointed her hand out again, at the setting sun. "You see that? Fantastic, you aren't blind. I don't want to fight crazy fucks in the dark, so if you're coming, I'd decide now, or be left here, maybe for dead, I dunno, you all seem pretty capable, you've made it this far." She grabbed the switchblade again, turned her back from the group of people, starting to walk aimlessly again.

 

[Nickatnight27]

Demaris walked out of his office in the basement of the hospital no one knew of this area that he knew of so far he'd been the last one to survive that knew of it. he didn't like feeling so alone he did know that there were others in the city but no one knew of his secret he felt so small and lonely. "well I need to get some food might as well head up to the first floor of the hospital to see if anyone has been here" He grabbed his swords and headed for the elevator wondering what torture today would bring him

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent watched quietly as the female teen rose a hand to him, lowering his sniper as he rose his free hand as a wave of sorts. He then turned and walked over to the ladder, climbing down it before exiting the alley and making his way towards the group. He came to a step and nodded at the two, listening to the girl as she spoke before jogging to catch up with her before walking alongside her with his sniper over his shoulder.


"I'll probably tag along, rather not die... That is if you don't mind." He said, his mask partially muffling his voice.


He wondered whether or not the woman in the hospital's death could have been avoided but he decided to keep it to himself and not bring it up lest be killed by the teen.


@HannaTheHippy

 

[Nickatnight27]

Demaris made it upstairs and noticed that it had been a busy day in the hospital lots of people had came looking for help. he hated people unless they were close to him so he tried to stay away from them but lately with his loneliness he was finding himself getting more drawn out of his lab he decided to head to the old town park to see how many infected he could kill....being part of the group who created them he had very intense training and wasn't afraid of dying to any zombies but he did worry about the non friendly humans. but if it was his time to die he would accept it and with that he ran out of the building to the park.

 

[HannaTheHippy]

She glared over, shaking her head. "Nope. I'm actually glad you're smart enough to join me," She snickered, shrugging her shoulders. "Do you have a map? It'd help if I'd knew where you've been as well, just so we're not chasing our tails."


She glanced around the area they were in, mentally noting, for the second time, where she had been in this area. Gas station, hospital, a few houses, but nothing more than that. She brought her switchblade to her view, the darkness of the night not helping. She scratched dried blood off of the blade, sighing.


"Oh, uh, Madeline." She chuckled, sheathing the bloodied blade back into her pocket.

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent shook his head slightly as he tried to mentally recall his previous looting areas, he rarely ever carried a map as he would usually re-visit certain placed in case a group of survivors or bandits had moved in and brought some precious loot with them.


"No, I don't have a map unfortunately... But I do know some good vantage points." He stated


As they walked he began to become more frantic as he scanned the rooftops for bandits or anywhere that might serve as temporary shelter for the night, he'd take an old abandoned house than a zombie infested city at night any time. He paused and slowed slightly as he spared a second glance at the girl.


"Jesus, how the hell did you survive this long ?" He asked, surprised that a teen of her age hadn't had a mental breakdown yet and curl into a ball before waiting for the end.


@HannaTheHippy

 

[HannaTheHippy]

She shrugged her shoulders, glancing around. "For one, I consider myself pretty smart. Two, I'm somewhat good at hand-to-hand, three, I have a rifle and a switchblade. But, uh, I need ammunition, desperately. Er, we could stop at one of these houses for the night or something, with hopes of no one else claiming them before us. And before you ask, no, I don't trust you, but I don't think you'll kill me in my sleep if you haven't killed me already. You oppose no threat."


She glanced at all the neighboring buildings again, muttering to herself as her eyes bounced along, looking at the doors of the locations.

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent nodded as he listened to her picking up on her need for ammo and stuffing his hands into his pockets as he was about to pull the bullets out and hand them to her before stopping himself, it would be safer if she didn't have anything to shoot him with - He still didn't know whether or not she was trustworthy and he was pondering on why she had killed the lady in the hospital.


"Heh, you pick... Vincent by the way." He said simply, staring up at the rooftop of a nearby as he pondered of the pros and cons of the building in question.


As they walked he began to speed up as it became darker and darker before he finally stopped at a cross road, looking both ways before eventually picking the right path and walking down it. A few minutes more of walking and he stopped and pointed at a large two story house already boarded up with the door shut. He slowly turned to it before beckoning Madeline over as he tried the door only for it to open a crack and then stop as a barricade held it firm.


"Try the back." He said to her, continuing to press on the door in a hope the barricade would give way.

 

[HannaTheHippy]

Madeline gave him a slight nod, venturing to the back of the house. The door wasn't boarded, but it was locked, and blocked with furniture from the inside. She pulled the switchblade from her pocket, attempting to cut the door open. When that didn't work, she went back around to Vincent, lightly tapping his shoulder.


"The back isn't boarded, but it's locked and choked," She muttered, staring at the front door with a sigh. "How do you know there aren't bandits inside, waiting to kill us? I mean, it's shuttered up pretty tight, don't you think? Even if we did manage to get it open, and no one attacked, what do you think is inside? Probably important items, they had the audacity to prote- Sorry, I ask too many pointless questions. If you have the bullets to waste, an easy route would be to shoot the lock, right?"

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent pressed once more before stepping back and reaching over his shoulder for his axe as he looked around, he knew there was going to be a way in - If this place was boarded up then the inhabitants must have had a 'no infected' entrance that only they or other survivors could get up. He looked over his shoulder at Madeline, his orange visor on his mask reflecting her image back at her before he shared his idea.


"If this place did have survivors, I'd expect they'd want to be able to go out and scavenge if they run low... Meaning that there has to be a way that only survivors can get in, keep looking and if that doesn't work I'll break a barricade with this." He informed her, sliding his axe from it's sheathe and placing it on the ground as he slipped the snier rifle into the same holster so it was at an odd angle but was held in.


He looked around once more before walking quietly over to the back where he noticed an old corrugated iron shed which he crept towards and tried to the door which, surprisingly, opened. He was in high hopes of finding a ladder they could use to get to the second floor but was in no luck as he was greeted by the sight of useless garden tools. He stifled a disappointed groan as he knew they were not safe until they were inside and turned around, looking at the roof to the first floor and reaching up to the gutter. His fingertips brushed lightly against the rim but there wasn't enough room for him to grab hold so he turned and looked at Madeline.


"Pst, come here, I'll boost you up. It looks like a window up there isn't boarded, I think that's the route that whoever was inside could use."


As he said this he slowly lowered his axe to the ground before placing his hands together and bending his knees, readying himself to boost the girl up.