Realistic or Modern x A Fight for Survival x- Zombies Bite (IC)

[deer]

Violette Lockwood

Co-Head of Khal​

What was the story of the white rabbit, again? The Red Queen? Alice. Alice in Wonderland? Was this how Alice felt when she stumbled down the rabbit hole? Or was it when the Penvensies found Narnia through a wardrobe?

Her head was spinning, her eyes were wandering, and her feet kept on moving, taking in the sights of a lifetime. Snow was nowhere to be seen and it was all but clarity around her. Open. Vulnerable. She felt wreary, tired even and the travel wasn't as far as she would have thought. Her analysis of the Eastern faction . . . she felt it in the air and the whispers above. Get out of here!

And her memories drifted back to Khal. Her curiosity had gotten the best of her and there she was, in a flesh. It was everything she dreamed of but why had she felt so out of place? The woman that was next to her - her flowy, golden-hair that matched the sun's light paled comparison to her more darker tone that blended in the shadows. Rosemary Borden. An enigma in itself yet she found herself drawn to her - not only by her beauty, but something more in depth, underneath it all. Regardless, Violette unconsciously rubbed her index finger and thumb together, a nervous habit she seemed to have taken upon herself - though, it wasn't as if anyone knew

Nevertheless, Violette's eyes gazed upon the Headquarters before they rested upon the books that were stored in the place. She felt at peace knowing there was something she saw familiar inside. A small smile made it's way towards her lips before the golden female gestured her to sit down. Violette's eyes furrowed slightly as she internally laughed at herself, feeling as if this scene was the epitome of her imagination. A faerie who has extended her hand to join her in their world. An odd idea to think of, but true nonetheless.

Without further ado, Violette slowly sat down in her chair, keeping her gaze fixed upon Rosemary though there was a slight hesitation in her step. However, Violette's eyes narrowed as she tilted her head to the side, seeing Rosemary's disposition - her hand was gently being brought to her chest, patting it as she sighed in what seemed to be relief? With a curious gaze, Violette wondered as she noticed the placement of where her hand was exactly on her frame. . .her heart. . . was it. . ?

However, as Rosemary continued, she noticed the fondness in her voice as she spoke of her "home", the East, and her smile that brightened when she had jokingly used the phrase, "the birds flew north for the winter". She was slightly surprised that the woman confided in her that the East was her safe-haven. Violette felt the same except the North was hers. A little laugh escaped Violette's lips as she nodded, "Or do you mean. . . 'south for the winter'? No one seems to have taken a liking to the cold, but you will get used to it, if you ever get the chance to." Violette said softly, her voice gentle as she pondered. "The travel was not weary, no, but rather, taking in the realities of the world had been. But, I do not regret it, nonetheless." Her voice appreciative and grateful for her hospitality.

Violette was about to speak a little more until she heard footsteps arriving in the headquarters before she slowly stood up in her seat seeing that there was a guard. He informed Rosemary of one of the agricultural specialist holding a male at gunpoint for stealing rations without notification. With a furrowed brow, Violette turned towards Rosemary, "Would you like me to stay or would you like me to leave? I do not feel as if this incident should be heard by. . . an outsider." She admitted, her face free from any emotions though internally the words panged her heart. Violette had faith that Rosemary could handle the small issue, and she knew. . . Rosemary would do what was right with the lad that stole and if she knew better. . .the leader of the East would handle it much, much different than that of the Northern Wolf. To the pits.

tags: Rhaine , Dragonlord318

 

[Bellz]

Bexley Withers​

with: Lee ReverseTex mentions: location: Saloon (above ground) ​

Bexley hadn't noticed the arm around her shoulder until she snapped out of her thoughts. She tried to not look surprised as she noticed him pulling her in for another hug, wondering if the other Northerners hugged this much. Violette definitely didn't seem to be a touchy feely person. Bexley would have acted on the defense if she hadn't been so caught up in her own emotions, so instead of pushing Lee away, her head naturally just leaned against his shoulder momentarily. The whole comforting thing felt awkward to her, but Lee seemed to be comfortable enough. Her brows furrowed together as he revealed why he had brought up the bear..

Bexley's features drooped further the sadder she got, she sighed slowly and lifted her head after a moment to address his reassuring words. "As okay as it can be for times like this." She murmured back to him. The whiskey was definitely making her feel a bit woozy now, and perhaps allowing her to be too open about her emotions. Lee was pretty easy to talk to, like somebody that she use to know. She couldn't help but feel appreciative of his presence despite being practically strangers. "Looks like we got depressing again." She leaned further away so she could give Lee a mischievous grin. "That one was on you this time, Cowboy Lee." A laugh bubbled past her lips again, confirming that she had to have been just a little tipsy now.

 

[ReverseTex]

Lee Danvers

Interactions/Mentions:
Bellz

The pair sat in silence for a moment, her head gently rested against his shoulder, his arms wrapped neatly around hers. They were friends of course. Every friend needed a good shoulder to lean on... Once their embrace finished, Lee returned his hands to his lap as she further elaborated on his words. Frowning as the depressing tone visibly took its toll on her, though quickly smiling at her next jab.

“Alright i’ll take the fall, but Cowboy Lee? That won’t pass. I’m Iceman. From Top Gun, a old world movie. Make sense ye’ see, i’m from the North. Which has ice...” Smiling more as he dove deeper into sarcasm, her laugh only more evident of their drunken state. Glancing to the bottle, which now at this point rested empty beside the two. “Damn Bexley Withers, you can put a hammer on a bottle of whiskey? Call me impressed...”

 

[Rhaine]

Trigger Warning: We're getting into the thick of it, friends. This post contains gore, graphic images, and some Heavy Stuff™. I'm pretty sure this post will be the first of many to contain this material from this point forward, especially in this chapter. Just a heads up. Thanks.​

Theodore "Teddy" Ashworth
with: Mick, Andy (NPC)
tags: Bellz , deer , Enzyme , ReverseTex , Misty Gray , KingofAesir , r e i , Cosmosis , shadowz1995 , nymphadora. , rainfall , Dragonlord318
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In the underbelly of the evening, sound almost seemed to travel oddly. At least, that's the explanation Teddy preferred. He didn't want to believe the thick, dread of recognition in his chest. The shuffling noise that had made him freeze in place like an animal caught in a snare had been only the tip of the iceberg. Teddy longed for the simpler times of only a few seconds ago when it was all that broke through the dimness. He briefly glanced to Mick at his side, sharing a wary gaze before he took a few more steps forward, keeping his rifle fixed into the unknown before them.

The shuffling - that, he had been able to rightly question. There were other explanations. The sounds that found him next had only one host, at least of what he knew of: predators feasting on prey. The soft, yet broken tearing sounds that peeled awkwardly through the air sent a fevered chill to his head. Low, collected moaning, almost just the wind, but not quite. The friction of a crowd brushing endlessly against one another. A snap. He thought it had been bone. He thickly swallowed the foul, sharp scent in the air, rejecting the image that sprung forth, rejecting the very real possibility of wait awaited them. He knew it already. It was too clear, too familiar to be anything else. Still, heavy-handed delusion was easier, for as long as he could manage it. He had a bit of his mother in him, after all.

Memories swam before his eyes and confused his sight. With the relative peace that had reigned the past years, at least in terms of the distinction between the living and the dead - when they had been able to go about their lives with little incident, start families, earn a living, keep the wheel turning, preserve the past, it had been easy to believe that it might go on forever, just as they had once believed when the world was still built on the dead staying dead. It was only in despairing times when one willed away the chance of remaining, of staying the course.

Though he continued on, fueled by some deep-seated rage for what he knew lay ahead, and a strange mania to uncover the truth, to burn the veil that left them ignorant, the sight that greeted them was the last he wished to see.

The horde. More than a herd, more than walkers and roamers and lurkers. It was another mass entirely. One he had never before seen in its entirety. The bare, ravaged corpses continued on past where he could see, into the darkness, into the horizon of his vision. How far beyond that, who could say? Something was currently drawing their attention. They were grouping into the middle, convulsing and imploding, shuffling in an almost violent fashion to reach something that the others were just as intent on reaching. Teddy couldn't see what it was, not truly, but he knew.

In the light that was afforded them, amidst the writhing, grasping figures, long strands of straw-blonde hair caught the glimmers of light. Teddy saw the now clotted and torn locks of hair between the creatures' teeth, amidst the mess of gore they were clumsily shoving into their mouths. It stopped his heart, and simultaneously kicked it into a reckless beat.

His breath seemed to come back, though not completely, not coherently. Before he really knew what was happening, he was firing into the crowd, skillfully sending metal into the heads' of the dead, even while not altogether present in himself.

It was only after the fact that he recalled that he had spoken. Teddy thought he remembered it as something along the lines of, "Get off of him!" His voice had broken with the shout. It had been his first reaction. The first thought that had formed in his mind, even though there was hardly anything left of Andy to save, or to compel them to leave. The carnage and slaughter of tissue had been breathing and thinking a short while ago. It had been Andy. It wasn't any longer, but this truth hadn't caught up to Teddy yet. It's doubtful that it ever really did.

He wasn't quite conscious as the horde's attention turned to him, and by extension, Michael. He doesn't remember running - if he was pulled away, or if he was the one to pull his companion along in fleeing the scene. He can't recall if it was him that sent the alert out to Rosemary over the radio, or if it was Mick who had the presence of mind to warn her, to warn their people.

Teddy could only think of Andy, of his mother, of his brothers, of Lottie, of Beth, of Rose.

He thought of Bexley, but he didn't have the articulateness in the moment to hope that the dead's numbers were not expansive enough to reach out into the West, to eat the South whole. His mind was dizzily preoccupied with his home.

What would become of them?

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! TIME SKIP: !
The alarms were sounded. Evacuation protocol went forward, but was impeded as the horde overran the entrances to the escape tunnels, which the Easterners were thankfully able to seal in time. Members of the East that did not initially make it into the escape tunnels have now been driven to high ground. It is up to you where your characters are at this point. Rosemary is in Taurus HQ - 39th floor, with a large group of remaining Easterners. Others are at high ground in other buildings, wherever they managed to reach in the chaos.

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Rosemary Borden
with: open ended
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"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

Again, Rosie. Just keep breathing, just like that."

Rosemary could hear her grandfather, his clipped, chalky voice so close, though he was long gone. She breathed in deeply, slowly, in her practiced sort of manner.

She could practically feel his coarse fingertips on her throat.

"Right here. It's your vagus nerve, girl. It's what you stimulate when you breathe like you're meant to now. It's what could keep that bird in your chest from flapping her wings too hard and giving out."

It was her hand there now - smaller and softer than his had any right to be, gently grazing her pale throat. She found her carotid artery, and began running her fingertips along, messaging cautiously. The stimulation to the neighboring nerve would lower her heart rate. Even as she felt her heart heavily begin to decline in its beat, she couldn't think to be relieved. Her sense of self-preservation was irrevocably linked to the reliance of her people, of the role she had to play, and now, they needed her more than ever.

The red, blinking light of the alarm fell over her face in receding and returning waves. It shone through the windows. It bathed the East in its impassioned hue. Her mind couldn't be with those who had managed to flee into the tunnels before the horde had reached them. They were safe - more safe than those who had flown up to their nests, the ones who hadn't been able to flee quick enough. Some had even chosen to stay behind. There were still people in the hospitals, moved to the higher floors at the word of her radio.

All she could do was think logically. She couldn't think of those they had already lost or those they would lose in the fight that was to come. If she turned to the hysteria and the overwhelming despair that swam beneath her surface, then she would be lost. Everything that she strove for as a leader would be folly. She wouldn't be a beacon for the rest, but an omen of doom. If she gave up hope, then too many to count would follow.

More than that, it wasn't true. There was still hope. There was always hope, despite the red light of the alarm trying to drown it. She clung to it with unshaken grip. She wouldn't lose it.

Rosemary's eyes traveled over the Easterners before her. They were afraid, shaken, huddling together in their own groups. Families. Couples. Friends. If she couldn't help them survive this, escape this, then what was the point of her? The bitter thought threatened to spike in her chest again, and she gripped the radio in her hand tightly, as if for support.

She knew what she had to do. Many would disagree with it. There was distrust for the West. Resentment. Doubt. Many would say that it was folly, that the Westerners wouldn't respond to a call for aide. Rosemary knew otherwise, at least she believed so.

Bexley was a conflicting, complex person, it was true. She would speak with duty and admiration for the South, and then turn around and put down the Easterners like an unwanted step child or a thorn in her side. Still, if she didn't respond to a distress call, then all of it was truly for naught. It was time for her character to be revealed. Would she do what Rosemary would do in her place? For once, she hoped the answer would be yes.

Even as she made her choice to send out the call, she had already begun planning for the worst. She had to have a fallback in case the West did not send help. She considered draping her people in the scent of the dead, sending out volunteers to draw the horde away into succeeding warehouses where more and more skin-crawlers could be locked away. Every plan she considered was terribly risky, but anything otherwise was impossible. Risk was already an inherit force.

She fiddled with her radio, locking eyes with those in her company. The look in her gaze said, among other things equally full of heart, We have to try.

They could support or speak out against her act after the fact. In this alone, she would act without consulting them. It was a necessity to at least hope for an answer, and there was nothing in this matter to discuss. She knew that. She exercised her right as Leader of the East.

When her radio was connected to the direct line, the one so rarely used, if ever, she held it close, and began speaking, determination in her eyes and a weight to her steady words.

"This is Rosemary Borden, Leader of the East, sending out a distress call to Bexley Withers, Leader of the West, and any of our friends in the South. We are overrun. I repeat, we are overrun. Please send assistance."

 

[Misty Gray]

Michael Wilson / Lottie Reynolds / Beth Jefferson
Interactions: Rhaine
Mention: Bellz​

As he took more steps forward with Teddy, Mick heard the sounds ahead of them. Docile moaning and oddly shuffled footsteps. He had a feeling of what was ahead of them and before he could decide what to do, that hunch became a visual reality. This is what he'd been preparing for and expecting for some years, yet now it was happening he couldn't help but feel out of his depth. There weren't enough knives in the East right now to make a dent on this horde of shit-breathed walkers. He didn't even need a brain cell to know he and Teddy didn't have enough firepower either. This was something else and they were swarming the East enough for him to know already that the place he called home was royally screwed.

Mick tilted his head slightly as he focused enough to recognise the long blonde hair amongst the blood and flesh in the mouths of a few crawlers. "Mother....fuckers..." he mumbled, his focus momentarily lost as he came to the realisation Andy was now lost. Dead. Mick snapped out of his thoughts as Teddy began firing bullets into the heads of the zombies ahead of them. He knew it was merely a gut reaction; a response to the loss of a friend. "Teddy..." he began, his voice relatively calm given the shit tonne of thoughts jumping around his own mind. When the shooting had stopped, Mick was about to suggest they got the hell out of there. Before he did, he noticed one of the zombies with blonde hair between its teeth was still standing. Mick aimed his own firearm and sent a barrage of bullets into the crawler's skull. "You missed one," he coldly remarked. In a way, that had been a small gesture on behalf of Andy.

"Time to get out of here, my friend. We can think about Axl if we make it back," he suggested. It wasn't that he didn't care for his lost friend, but right now there were many friends who needed to be warned and protected from the same fate. He couldn't let one death distract his thoughts from that. It crossed his mind that he was growing heartless or desensitised to this, but would he be so worried about Rose and the others right now if that was the case?

"This is Mick..." he seriously radioed to the others as he ran alongside Teddy back towards HQ. "There's a swarm of zombies heading towards you guys. Imagine Woodstock 1969, and you're not far off the numbers. Get everyone to safety. The East is fucked. I repeat - the East is fucked." Mick wasn't going to mince his words. The Easterners needed to get off their arses and spring into action. If anyone back there had grown complacent, he was sure as hell going to give them some damn motivation to move.

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Mick's eyes scanned across the the crowd of Easterners who had managed to make it to HQ alive. Some of those in the room wouldn't have stood a chance out there and needed all of the help they could get. Though he didn't want to die, he no longer feared it. In a way, the weaker or more defenceless of the Easterners were what always stopped him from being so reckless. They needed all of the help they could get and he was certain he was needed now more than ever. He glanced downwards to see Lottie sat on the floor nearby, dutifully loading the firearms he'd salvaged from around HQ. She might be a skinny little thing and the large guns too heavy for her to use effectively, but even Lottie was proving herself useful. If a child could still fight when it was clear her life was rapidly spiralling downwards, he hoped some of the scared adults before him could find some courage too.

Mick stepped closer to Rosemary, overhearing her distress call to the West. He clasped his hands together behind his back as he looked the Eastern leader in the eyes and sent her a reassuring nod. It didn't matter what he thought of Bexley, it was the lives of those around him that mattered. He didn't hesitate in swallowing his pride. The Easterners needed to survive and right now the West was their only chance.




Lottie had been comfortably snuggled up on the 15th floor of the HQ building when she was woken by the blaring alarms and the sounds of shouting nearby. After a grumble about the noise, she realised this was more than just an annoyance. This was a warning. Lottie rushed to one of the windows and looked down to see the horde of zombies approaching. She'd stuck around the East for the last couple of years because it had been relatively safe, but it didn't seem that way now and she figured she was trapped in this building. Lottie grabbed her large rucksack of weapons and a messenger bag of her own things, before quickly making her way to the 39th floor, where she usually found Beth. The medic tended to relax on that floor of the building and claimed it had the best view of their world because it was so high up and far away from the shitty zombies. Lottie figured that was the safest place to be right now.

As expected, others were gathering on the 39th floor. Lottie perched herself on the ground and listened to everyone around her. She decided to sharpen some knives and help some of the adults load the guns they'd salvaged. It was her way of distracting herself and switching off from any of the people panicking around her. She could hear some children crying and it only made her think of the last time she truly cried. It was when she'd seen her parents ripped apart by the skin crawlers, years ago. She envied the other kids a little for not holding back on their distress. She'd struggled to cry since losing her parents, even though she knew there was a lot in her heart that she had locked away. Lottie figured the adults needed her to be strong. They didn't need another kid in need of consoling and thereby distracting them from the matter at hand.




Beth had overheard Mick's distress call over the radio and rushed outside from her position on the 39th floor of the HQ building. She knew she couldn't stray far from there as they would likely need her medical assistance, but she was damned if she was going to sit back even with a good excuse for doing so. From outside, Beth rounded up as many people as she could, directing them inside the HQ building. Some people were in such a state of worry that she physically had to steer them to safety. The longer she remained outside, the closer the zombies were getting, but she felt like there was still time to gather more people.

It was only when she heard a young woman scream out that she focused back on her role within the East. She rushed over to find the woman had fallen and broken her wrist whilst running to safety. Beth rushed over and led her inside, then up to the 39th floor where she kept most of her medical supplies. Beth knew she wouldn't be going back outside now, but she accepted she was more use where she was, helping anyone who was injured or could be in the future. If there was a future.

Once she'd tended to the woman's injury, she packed various rucksacks full of medical supplies for future use, should they find an escape. Beth observed Rosemary. She could see her leader was trying to control her heart condition and as long as she was being successful, Beth decided to let her do it herself. It wasn't long before Mick and the others managed to join them. As the man moved closer to Rosemary, Beth walked over to the window where she spent every morning watching the sunrise. She wondered if she would see many more sunrises and if it would be as nice a view as this one. As she looked down to he horde of zombies, it soured her thoughts. Once again, her mind was cast back to her father and how much she despised the now dead man. When it came down to it, the very man who had brought her into the world had also been partly to blame for creating the very virus that had now destroyed her world. Not a day went by that she didn't look at the people around her and feel some sense of blame for all of this. She may not have done anything to help create the so-called "wonder-drug" that started all of this, but her own flesh and blood had. She'd looked up to that bastard. She'd sat with him in his personal lab and taken notes as he educated her, but she'd never once realised what his and his colleagues' work would do to the world. As she heard the worry and upset of the people in the room, Beth closed her eyes and tried to block it all out. It was difficult not to dwell on her past and she knew she could still help these people... Help prolong their lives in Hell?

 

[r e i]

Callie Parkson

[mood] angry and scared [tags] ReverseTex Bellz deer [location] bexley's house [mentions] Bexley Bellz Jasper deer Lee ReverseTex

Callie was pissed. First one of her experiments goes crazy on her, as she was trying to create a sprinkler system to help the food grow in the west when it just started without her spraying her all over causing her to change her clothes. Then she finds out her best friend, went off and did something stupid again. She fucking jump off the wall into unknown territory. Leaving Kyle and the rest of the west to survive on their own until she came back. If she came back.
Which she did, with people who she didn't know. At all. What the actual fuck Bexley! Callie wasn't at the meeting at the oak tree because if she went, she would go off on her right then and there. So she focused on her experiment and finished hours later.

Then she had a mission. To find her stupid best friend, and kick her ass. Callie storms outta her lab, and onto the street. People look at her and avoid her because of the angry look in her eyes. They knew not to mess with her when she was pissed. Cause they might wake up with specially made dirt all over them with hmmm....special properties that make them shit bricks. Like if that could happen. But she does have access to laxities in the medical building so...maybe. She took her keys out when she hit Bexley's house. She had a key for the times where Bexley was busy preparing for their...hmmm special meetings and for when she babysat Kyle or Ava together. Callie gets the door unlock and slams the door open.

"BEXLEY ROWAN WITHERS! I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU!" Callie shouts storming into the living room where Bexley and some other dude was. She didn't care, as she puts on her full glare on at Bexley. She then had tears in her eyes just looking at her and making sure she was safe and ok. "First of all, what the fuck is wrong with you woman! There is a wall for a reason. Walls mean don't go past this point. YOU WENT PASS THE POINT DUMBASS! Then you didn't take me or even a fucking walkie so someone could know you weren't...I don't know....fucking dead! You know how worried I was! Tonto had to yell at me just so I wouldn't go and jump right over that damn wall. You...you....you....you DUMBASS GIRL." Callie sniffles, as she glares at her. Then she ran to her and jumped on her. Tackling her to the ground.

"Don't ever in your life do that again. Or I will make Garret give you 100 bodyguards. " She whispers against Bexley's neck. Holding her tight. Afraid if she let go, she would run off and do something stupid again.

"The pain isn't the death part of losing them. It's the remembering. Remembering them for who they were and who they ended as. "

 

[Rhaine]

Rosemary Borden
Misty Gray
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As Rosemary spoke the final words of the distress call, hopes pinned to the message flying over the border, she caught sight of Mick. He had come closer through the dissonant crowd, into her field of vision. The last word she uttered had been weak. Her expression shifted as her composure slipped, the smallest of moments, the smallest of changes, though it meant infinitely more.

There was a hint of clumsiness as she set her radio back at her hip, brushing a loose blonde curl where the rest hung free over her shoulder. She took a few steps forward to meet him. Her sense of propriety, for once, was set to the side in favor of what she wanted. He was there, whole and seemingly unharmed. It was more than she could have hoped for. He had been the one to warn them. He had seen the oncoming storm, been in the thick of it, and he had made it back to her regardless. The reassuring nod he had given her as she spoke had only increased the overwhelming feeling that came to a head.

She didn't waste a moment to think. Standing on her tiptoes, Rosemary wrapped her arms about his neck in an embrace, burying her face into his shoulder. Her heart felt heavy. She wanted to cry, though she didn't. Everything had built up only to overflow. She was cautious in her movement, even in her earnestness to bring him close, as if the gesture was meant to protect him from something that had already occurred or something to come.

Rosemary could smell the night air on his skin - adrenaline, the crispness of the wind, something heady she couldn't name. His warmth bloomed through her and impeded her from thinking for a few rare moments more. Rosemary only knew that she wished she could stay there - as if they had created a separate small world where the danger was far away.

I don't know what will happen next, she thought, almost like a confession. She held on to him tighter, relying on it.

"You're alright?" She asked, soft, but with real stake in the answer. The red light was still blinking on and off through the wide windows, clothing them all in the hue every other moment. She could feel her face burning with flush, but she couldn't find it in her to rightly care just now. There were more important things.

Everything had been turning too quickly before, the haste, rush, and chaos of evacuation filling every crevice of her mind. With the urgency still present, but died down enough to allow other matters of importance to return to the forefront of her mind, she took the time she was allotted. She spent it on him willingly, eagerly, with the concerned shine of dire circumstances.

Rosemary pulled away just enough to see his face when he answered, wanting to see the truth of it in his dark eyes. Her gaze searched his face, as if she were looking for injuries or ailments. She would fuss and worry about the transparency, closeness, and intimacy of it at a later date, if they made it out alive. There wasn't time for it now. For once she did what she wanted, letting the consequences lay at the wayside.

 

[Bellz]

Bexley Withers​

with: Lee ReverseTex mentions: location: Saloon (above ground) ​

Bexley let out a loud laugh again as Lee stated that he was impressed with the way she could put away a bottle of whiskey. It unfortunately took quite a few years of practice at the expense of her liver. "Wouldn't be a true Western girl if I didn't know how to put away a bottle of Jack now would I?" Bexley sighed softly leaned back in her chair, the slight buzz she had put her in a good mood and she wouldn't admit it to him out loud, but Lee was good company. Looking up at the time on the clock on the wall, she sighed once more. "Alright, as much as I would love to pretend that I didn't just piss off my entire faction by my little stunt...I'm gonna have to face the music at some point." Standing from her chair, she stumbled slightly and held her head, laughing slightly. After a moment of standing and simply letting herself adjust to a new position, she turned off the record player before waving her hand at her newly found friend. " Alright Iceman, you coming or not?" Without leaving him much choice for an answer, she smiled his way before turning on her heels and heading out the doors.

****TIME SKIP ReverseTex @h o n e s t p r i n c eLocation: Bexley's place.****
Bexley had stumbled through the door with Lee in tow. "Come on, just one little hat. It doesn't have to be the original cowboy hat, I could get you something with a little less...flare." Of course, she was only teasing, but she liked to ruffle the man's feathers already. Bexley had been fixing up some coffee when Callie came barreling through the door, catching both herself and Lee by surprise. Shouting her full name like it was bitter on her tongue. Bexley couldn't even get in a word edge wise as her best friend ripped her a new one, much like she knew Jasper would, if her co head even decided to give her the light of day. "Ahh!" Bexley gasped out when Callie finally threw her arms around her and tackled her to the ground. Bexley already off balance as it was, fell easily and hit the hard concrete floor with a thud. "CAL." She breathed out, groaning in slight pain. A blush came to her cheeks as Cali whispered into her neck. Bexley nodded once, "I know Cali, I'm so-"


"This is Rosemary Borden, Leader of the East, sending out a distress call to Bexley Withers, Leader of the West, and any of our friends in the South. We are overrun. I repeat, we are overrun. Please send assistance." The radio that stood collecting dust in the corner of her home was now blaring her name. Bexley's heart stopped. Her mind, affected by the alcohol now took a moment to process the words being said. overrun. Her eyes looked to the radio now and she pushed Callie off as quickly as she could. Without hesitation, Bexley strode across the room and picked up the walkie talkie. Pressing the button she spoke, "Bexley here, get to high ground and stay there, keep you strongest men at the bottom. We are the way. Hang tight little doves." Looking to Lee and Callie, her jaw was clenched and although she felt like she was on a fucking boat at the moment, she had a responsibility to follow through with. The East may have been the red headed step child she didn't want to acknowledge, but after finding out her son was alive...she owed it to them. "Cal, get the basher. A little birdie told me our neighbors are in danger."

**Time Skip: Location: Now entering Hell: East Side***

Bexley trailed ahead, riding a motorcycle along with four others in front of the caravan she had gotten together which basically consisted everyone in her faction. She had her most trusted and dedicated with her, Kyle and Ava were driving Basher behind them with a few sharp shooters in the back loaded in ready to fight for humanity. She had been proud of her faction, they had sprung into action without hesitation, despite the distaste they all had for the East, including herself. One hand on the throttle and the other on her walkie, she spoke to her faction.. "Keep a close eye out okay? We get out of this together." The sounds of turmoil were growing louder over her engine. Her heart raced as the smell of both smoke and the undead filled her nostrils, overriding the already prominent smell of burning gasoline. Her eyes widened as the scene came into view.

The groans of the dead now living could be heard in haunting volumes as they drew closer and closer to the Homeland of the Peace. The sirens went off and the seemingly empty streets began to pile up with women, children and men as they all followed the procedures to the tunnels. During a typical drill or small attack, this would have worked well.

“WE GOT TO GO ANNIE NOW!” A man shouted to his wife as he handed their newborn child over to her, ushering his wife and child towards the tunnels. Pushing and shoving his way through the crowds of distraught people, he was only focused on getting himself and his wife to the tunnels safely before helping others. He grasped her hand, “Stay close to me!” He gasped out before dodging through everyone the best he could. Screams could be heard above the sirens as the Zombie horde began to attack those on the outside of the crowd, the running became quick and almost stampede like in that moment and his hand slipped from his wife’s hand. “ANNIE!” He cried out into the crowd knowing that she couldn’t protect herself with their daughter in her clutches. He scrambled to find him, shoving away from the flow of the crowd. A shrill scream caught his attention as he turned to see his wife being forced to the ground. “NO!” the man cried out before aiming his gun at the crawlers. They moved too much as his wife struggled to protect herself and her child, he wasn’t going to get a clear shot without risking shooting her. Rule 17 was quickly broken along with a few other rules as he dove into the midst of the fight, sealing his wife’s and child’s fate.

From a distance it could be seen the family had now been the first to perish among the living, one family forever lost among the dead. The sounds of roaring vehicles could be heard and those around looked up at the sound. Help had arrived, but it seemed the damage had already been done. Bexley hissed under her breath as she looked to Jasper, who had been riding to her left. She gave a small nod and stared at him for a moment longer, she knew he was upset with her. Her head swam from the whiskey she had consumed only mere moments before the call but her body was ready for action. Giving her Tonto a look, she knew that he would understand that there was no one she'd rather go into battle with. Lifting her walkie, she looked ahead. "KYLE, AVA! SLOW DOWN NOW!" the screeching of the brakes could be heard and Bexley came to a screeching halt on her bike. Was this plan crazy? fuck yea! Crazy enough to work? Well Bexley had enough alcohol to give her the confidence that it would, now it would be left in the hands of fate. Grabbing the one road flare in her pocket, she made sure the other two she had were secured safely before she hopped off the bike. Her eyes scanned the area and it felt like time itself had slowed down. Her mind thought back to a time when she had felt true fear. It had only been a few times. The first day of the end of the world, the day she left Teddy, and when Atticus and her father disappeared. This....was definitely making the list. A shrill scream alarmed her suddenly and she looked to see a small bundle in the middle of the street, her eyes took in the horrible sight of two people being torn to shreds and before she could think about what she was about to do, her feet just took off.

Pulling her rifle from her back, she had it locked and loaded. Wasting no time, she let her bullets fly, taking down as many as she could. The screaming little bundle in the middle of the street was already drawing the wrong attention. Panic set in as Bex continued to push through. The fight behind her had already begun but Kyle and Ava were waiting to move the Basher on her orders. Bexley gasped as a crawler grabbed her by the shoulder, scaring her half to death, he didn't live much longer than that. Running as fast as her feet could carry her, Bexley reached down and scooped up the bundle before running towards the nearest Easterner. "TAKE THE BABY." She said, shoving the newborn infant into the hands of a bewildered stranger before turning to light her flare. Once lit, it was like moths to a flame. Turning to the people near her now she screamed, "RUN!!!!!!" The crawlers now had their full attention on the shiny spark of light in her hand. "That's right you sick mother fuckers, come to Mama Bex...." She spoke cautiously as she began to back up and away from the crowd of people and the main part of the city. Picking up her walkie again she gave the one order they were all waiting for, "LET'S BASH THESE BITCHES!!" This was the leaders cue to turn and run as fast as her legs could run, she didn't turn around to know that she had a whole horde beginning to notice, it was all part of the plan.

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[shadowz1995]

Doctor Ivan Salazar

'Hmm....'

The good doctor had been making a few rounds in his territory to make sure no Wyrms came shuffling about and knocking over the cameras he had set up sporadically around his territory. There was never more than one or two in the vicinity but there wasnt a single skin crawler in sight tonight. It wasn't until he started reaching the edge of his territory that he heard the faint popping sound of gunfire. It was coming from a rather unusual direction and it piqued the spanish man's curiosity. Salazar cautiously headed in the direction of the echoes and they were getting increasingly louder as he got closer to the wall. Well, that just made it even more interesting so there was little hesitation when Sal decided to use the claw to scale the big wall.

He was at the top of the wall now, sitting upon its cold edge and observing the chaos through binocular enhanced, grey eyes. The lambs of the south were being overrun by a sizeable horde. Big enough to even make Ivan's mechanical features shift to one of mild surprise at its imposing presence.

The binoculars came down after the glow of the emergency flare filled the sky and enviroment. Upon closer inspection, Ivan noticed it was the lamb-in-lion's clothing, Bexley, that had fired the flare in a half-cocked way of drawing the uncaring ire of the undead. The corner of the doctor's lips turned up in slight amusement at the way she desperately ran from the horde, attempting to retain some semblance of leadership and order in the chaos. To be fair, she was at least trying. Ivan had to give her that much. Most people would have completely been lost on what actions to take. Much like the family that was currently being torn to shreds not far off. From the ground, it might not be clear but from the Doc's point of view, he coild see it all. The father had fallen and the mother's back was being picked apart by zombies. The child underneath, still clutched in the dead mother's embrace, pinned underneath the weight, cried in both fear and pain. The child was bitten already, as the arms were still exposed and the Wyrms arent picky. The child's limbs were being eaten first. Fingers, hands, and feet followed by the exposed arms. Ironic how the mother's protective embrace has only prolonged the suffering of the wailing child she so desperately tried to protect. She had died quickly due to shock but her kid was in for a long, slow death.

Salazar could pick up the rifle laid across his lap and easily send a merciful bullet through the child's skull.

But one way or another, the child was dead. Killed by the folly of the parents and tortured because their "protection". It was not the child's fault....

But it wasn't Ivan's either.

So the doctor merely obeserved silently as the horde eventually threw the mother's corpse to the side to get to the still living flesh beneath that they so craved. By that point, the child seemed to stop fighting and crying altogether. So young but still managed to understand the futility of fighting in the situation. The human mind was an incredible thing. Even at such a young age, it can see when the end has come and it shuts off the nerves. No pain could be seen in the kid's features as they tore the belly open to dine upon the viscera within but the young one was still conscious. What thoughts must be going through that young brain as the black engulfs their vision. The fact that mommy and daddy are only as human as they were? Perhaps disbelief? Incredulity? Maybe that it was all just a dream and they should just sleep now. They will wake up later on and everything will be normal again.

Doctor Salazar blinked his revery away as one of the child's limbs was pulled off. It didn't matter in the end. All three of them were dead and they simply joined the dozens that had early victims to the horde's advance.

Ivan pulled put his notebook and opened to a new page, Titled: Basics of Human Behaviour. Reiteration.

Salazar had already thoroughly studied human behaviour but sometimes it was a good idea to review the basics. How mankind behaved when their lives are inescapabe peril. It would be both an entertaining distraction from the monotony of his research at the lab and a good review. Perhaps this little breather might be what he needed to advance further in his research. Distractions and breaks were a crucial part of mental advancement afterall.

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[Misty Gray]

Michael Wilson
Interaction: Rhaine​

Mick observed Rosemary, picking up on the signs that this was affecting her and unsurprisingly so, considering the pressure they were all under and what was at stake. He sent her a small, reassuring smile as she stepped closer to him. She wasn't a hot head and she wasn't aggressive like others, including himself, but her generally calm nature didn't mean that even she wasn't allowed to feel overwhelmed by the situation they were in. He knew if he were in her position, he'd be handling things in a much louder, aggressive and forceful way, but his manner would only cause further worry and upset among the weaker Easterners.

Whilst he'd wanted it for some time, Mick was a little surprised when Rosemary wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a tight embrace. He soon recovered as she buried her face into his shoulder. He wrapped his own arms around her and softly rubbed her back with his hand, hoping he could provide her with some warmth and comfort - some strength to carry her through what lay ahead of them.

Mick already knew he had feelings for Rosemary; ones he hadn't had for the other women he'd been with. This was different and for that reason, his embrace with her had no undertones, no mental high fives at finally holding the woman he wanted to be with. The hug he was giving her was for her right now and to allow her to release at least some of her worries. "I'm right here, love. You can rely on me," he assured her. When she pulled away from the embrace, it became clear to Mick how much he too had needed that kind of physical warmth. After putting on such a careless and tough front for so long, it helped him to know he was still capable of human needs and emotions.

When Rosemary asked him if he was alright, Mick nodded his head. "I'm good, Rose. A few scratches and bruises. Nothing more," he assured her. Any minor scrapes he had were sustained merely through climbing over walls and other obstacles during his race back to HQ with Teddy. He wasn't about to dwell on or milk such trivial inflictions, not after seeing what was left of Andy. Not after knowing many others hadn't made it to safety. "Andy..." he began. There was a slight pause as the questions returned to the forefront of his mind as to whether there was anything he could have done to prevent Andy's grisly end. He knew he'd followed protocol and stuck to guarding his section of the perimeter, but it didn't stop him from raising questions. They were part of the team patrolling this evening and it wasn't the best feeling knowing one of its members had been killed on the job. "Andy's gone," he simply told his leader. There was no need to fill her in on the gory details.

 

[ReverseTex]

Lee Danvers

Interactions/Mentions:
Bellz
r e i

Lee smiled as Bexley drunkenly rambled, helping her stand up. “ Easy does it Pistol Annie...” He said gently as he let her stand on her own momentarily. His achohal tolerance was high, his mobility was very little affected, which helped him lead his newfound friend from the Saloon...

SKIP
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“I think i’m quite alright Bex, you need to worry about the hangover ye’ gonna have in the morning.” Letting her go as they made it within the comfort of her home, he began to walk towards the couch until a hammerous knock echoed through the home. Suddenly a woman barreled in, yelling and screaming all kinds of bloody murder. And before he could do anything, she was atop of Bexley! Fuck. Hurrying over, it took quite a effort to pull the two women apart. “Jesus Christ, maybe next time cock a shotgun when you enter? Or you know, just not flipping ye’ shit would be great also.” He scoffed, not wanting to deal with the stupid Southern at the moment. But before either could retort, Bexley’s radio echoed through the home. “We are overun...” The North’s walker problem was carefully monitored and contained, a importance to Rhett. But if this place lacked the care... Looking towards Bexley, his eyes sober and serious, “I’ll help.”

SKIP​

Lee was in the back of the motorcycle caravan, the other westerners pushing him aside. But, it worked better. His main weapon being his machete, tactically his position would be the best. He would be able to mow down any stragglers the forwardmen weren’t able to shoot in the head, and if they weren’t killed he could do the deed... Snapping alert at Bexley’s scream, not even noticing the carnage that already covered him and his bike from his mindlessly killing, he reved the bike as he shot towards her. The flare was like a flashlight, breaking the darkness with its colored smoke and light. The horde began its movement towards Bexley, intrigued by the noise and light. Readying his sword, as if he were about to joust, he egged on his metal horse as he entered the birage of the undead.

 

[Rhaine]

Rosemary Borden
with/mentions: Misty Gray deer Bellz
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"I'm right here, love. You can rely on me."

With these words, warmth threatened to overtake her. It was an astonished, pleased, and relieved sort of sensation, though it had its bittersweetness. Rosemary believed him. She was almost frightened by how completely her trust was his. It was true that most nights, if not all, in the quiet of her quarters, it was him that she thought of. Time had gotten away from her. Had she not had the courage in all that time to act on her feelings? Her sense of cautiousness reared its head at the thought, every doubt and possible outcome speaking out, even now when it was so easy to feel as if they stood at the end of all, and she had her answer. She had thought that she knew the sheer magnitude of all the unknowns in the world. She couldn't have foreseen how wrong she had been, how shallow the water she was treading in had been then.

A down-trodden voice in her head wondered if perhaps it was too late now. Perhaps she had missed her chance. Even so, he was there, speaking softly, and his hand rubbing reassuringly against the expanse of her back was heavy and warm. Perhaps she was wrong. In any case, she couldn't think of it now. It was tempting to delve in, only to escape the overwhelming, crushing weight of the circumstance. She couldn't do that. She wanted to, but she couldn't. A brief moment was what she allowed herself.

Separated again, she felt the absence. Even surrounded by her own, the people she had served and befriended and grown close to through the years, she could have so easily felt alone. One could say that she was prone to it. Rosemary had been a terribly lonely child, following into her adolescence. In a moment of candid self reflection, she wondered if her response to strain might be inner isolation. To find comfort in something that hurt her seemed a heavy thing, and she disregarded it.

She was relieved to hear that he was relatively unharmed, save for the bumps and scrapes he had sustained on his return trip. It was a miracle in of itself that there had been a return trip at all.

"Thank goodness." She tentatively reached out to gently graze just below a small scrape on his cheekbone, firm and warm beneath her fingertips.

Her blonde brow bent as he spoke Andy's name. She knew where his head was. The confirmation hit home, the same as every loss, though this one had a definite shape and form, a name, a face. She felt responsible. In some larger sense, she felt responsible for the loss of the East. How could it all happen so quickly? Already, in so little time, it was delusional to believe that they might save it. That their homes would remain just so. She knew the true East lived in the people, not the place itself, but it didn't lessen the blow. They were all without a home in a flash. Her heart sped up hard, heavily. It hurt, but she swallowed the pain in her chest, pressing a hand over where it lay. She pushed her thoughts away in order to keep herself together, like a hand touching a hot stove.

"I'm sorry." She said, her eyes flitting down to the floor. "For Andy, for what you and Teddy no doubt had to ... see." She shook her head. She could only imagine, and even that didn't come close. She met his eye again, more purpose in her gaze.

"You must know... there was nothing you could have done. You would have ... you would have been gone too. Just the same." She shook her head again, not wanting to think of it.

Rosemary was used to losing. It was a part of her life and no doubt the lives of countless others, especially these days. Her mother had died suddenly, young, still in bloom. She had still been warm for sometime after. Rosemary remembered that. Her grandfather had died still chastising her in that tough, caring way he had.

"Stop wasting your tears, Rosie. There's no point in grieving."

She couldn't foresee the future, no matter how hard she tried. There was a fight to come. She didn't know who would make it out at the other end.

"Michael," She paused, as if she were thinking. "Stay alive, please. For me. Could you?" There was a brief forced lightness to her last words, as if she were trying to make it seem like just a silly whim. She could never hide the truth in her eyes, however.

A few moments later, Bexley's response came on her walkie-talkie, and Rosemary let out a breath as if she had been holding it. Help was on the way. It was time to act. A plan immediately formed. She radiod out on the general line that the West was en route, for those who had taken high ground elsewhere.

Rosemary looked out to the gathered crowd, wanting to draw their attention.

"Everyone! I have an important announcement!" Her voice raised about as much as it could. Eyes were drawn her way. To those outlying, the message would be passed on.

"Help is on the way. The West has responded to a distress call."

Mixed responses sprung forth from the crowd. Tensions were running high. She had expected it. She raised her hands.

"Please. This is important. We must do whatever we can to continue evacuation successfully, by whatever means necessary. I need volunteers for an emergency response team to directly aid in this." As always, she wouldn't force them. It would only lead to more issues. They knew what they were getting into, at the front lines. It had to be their choice.

"I'll go."

Rosemary's gaze found Teddy where he sat. His head had been in his hands, but now he met her eyes. For a moment it was as if she could see his thoughts, and she shrunk from it. Whatever he and Mick had seen at the border had not left him. She nodded. He had already stood, preparing himself for battle.

Those who wished to join spoke forward, and Rosemary accepted each with a nod.

Next, she looked to Beth, finding her after only a few moments.

"Beth, you and I will be seeing to evacuating the hospital. Gather your team, please, if you can. Whoever is available. We need all the hands we can spare."

Rosemary's thoughts briefly turned to Nina Fairley. She felt responsible for all under her protection, but Nina was a special case. The Co-Head of the West had trusted her to take care of his mother. It was a matter of personal duty. She didn't plan on failing him. The West was arriving, and she would be glad to see Jasper again. It was a shame that a reunion had to take place under such harrowing circumstances.

Rosemary heard the roar of engines far below. It was time for them to begin coming down from their nests.

 

[Misty Gray]

Michael Wilson / Beth Jefferson
Interaction: Rhaine
Mention: deer​

Mick smiled as he observed Rosemary. He couldn't help but think perhaps the feelings he had for her were not one-sided. She hadn't rolled her eyes or let out an exasperated groan at him once. Something about her demeanour made him wonder if his words and actions towards her were appreciated. Now wasn't the time to explore it, but he hoped it was true and there was a chance they could both make it to safety in good enough shape to share their feelings. Rosemary was different to the other women. She brought out a softer side he'd never allowed to surface before and when he was with her, he wasn't simply thinking about getting her into his bed. He was thinking about holding her in his arms, sitting up for hours talking about their lives... he supposed this entered the territory of romance and commitment.

Mick couldn't help but feel a warmth surround him as Rosemary reached out to touch his face. It was a strange but welcomed feeling to have someone show this kind of concern towards him. She seemed genuinely glad he was alive and well. He wasn't sure what fate his mother had met, but he found himself wishing she could see him now. After all of the disrespect and stress he caused his own mother, he wondered what she would think of him today. He didn't feel like he was the same man he was just a few years ago. He found himself now caring about other people and valuing human life. He didn't really know some of the people standing in the same room, but he somehow now wanted to protect them and prevent them from being killed. Mick had once been told he wasn't capable of empathy and the only person he knew how to love was himself, something he hadn't been able to deny at the time. As he looked back to Rosemary, Mick knew that was no longer true - he loved her.

Mick nodded as Rosemary reassured him there was nothing he could have done to Andy. Whilst he knew she was right, it didn't stop the simple feeling of guilt. "You're right, Rose. It's just hard to stop wondering what if," he admitted. "Besides," he began, straightening his shoulders and regaining a sense of confidence, "I think Teddy may have taken it harder." Mick knew they were both affected by seeing what had become of their blonde-haired friend, but he felt he wasn't permitted to grieve the same as Teddy could. Teddy was a better man than him, of that he was sure

When Rosemary told him to stay alive, Mick couldn't help but flash a playful grin in response. It wasn't that he wasn't taking her request seriously, he was just cheered up by her concern. "Seeing as you asked nicely, I promise I'll try not to die," he remarked. "As long as you can promise the same!" He gently rubbed the top of her arm and looked her in the eyes. "We'll both make it out of this one alive, okay? I'd quite like to ask you on a date on the other side of this. I mean, it won't be a fancy restaurant or a-" he stopped himself and shook his head. "Just don't get hurt, alright?"

Mick listened as Bexley replied over the walkie-talkie, and Beth also walked over to join Rosemary. Beth was glad to hear help was on the way as she knew she didn't have it in her to lie to the people around them and tell them they were going to be okay without it. At least there was some hope for them now.

Mick folded his arms as Rosemary addressed everyone to make the announcement. He could see some of them didn't like the idea and as little as he'd trusted the West in the past, he knew there was no other choice. He sent one particular man a stone-cold glare which seemed to make the disapproving man lower his aggressive stance. He knew the man wouldn't have a better plan, so he was willing to tell him where he could go if he didn't want to go along with Rosemary's idea.

Mick looked to Teddy as he volunteered to be part of the emergency response team. There wasn't a chance in hell he was going to stand back from the job or let his friend do that without him. "I'll go too," he announced, sending Teddy a firm nod. He walked over to his friend and gave him a pat on the back. It was clear Teddy was still thinking about Andy and he completely understood. "You good?" he asked, checking his friend was going to be able to keep going through this. In a way, he was thankful that he was able to shut off his own feelings when needed.

Beth heard her instructions to help Rosemary evacuate the hospital and gave little in the way of agreement or confirmation, figuring by now it went without saying that she would do so. Hopefully they could get every out of the hospital safely. She especially wanted to make sure Nina Fairley made it back to the West, considering they were helping the East out right now. She couldn't bear to see Jasper if they failed to save his mother. Beth headed away to gather her team and also make sure some of those staying behind kept some of the medical kits with them. She didn't know what kind of supplies the West would have, so hoped they could at least make use of some of the East's if it reached them.

 

[Dragonlord318]

David was in the HQ lobby when the alarm sounded. He knew exactly what it meant. Without thinking, he leapt from his seat and bolted for the kitchens. He crossed street after street, the salvation he so desired seemingly never getting closer as he ran.

He finally reached the back door and fumbled for his keys. He dropped them before grabbing the correct one and opening the door then locking it behind him. He stopped to catch his breath and said a quick prayer, "God, I need your help. Those without weapons need me and the others. They're relying on us to protect them. Help us get them to safety. Have mercy and grace upon us. In Jesus' name, Amen."

He then felt at peace and willed himself calm. He opened his eyes and looked up. "Let's go," he whispered to no one as he made his way to the garage where his truck and weapons were stored. His D-Day equipment, as it were. He grabbed his SOCOM 7.62/.308, a 9mm to compliment the one already bolstered and an M203, all with magazines and grenades aplenty in a duffel bag. Once these were holstered and/or strapped to him he loaded four toughboxes into the bed of his 4-Door pickup. One with MREs (Meal, Ready to Eat), one with survival essentials (blankets, folding pots, E-Tools, flints etc. ), one with backup weapons and ammo and the last had axes, hatchet, shovels, machetes, baseball bats, you name it. He climbed in and drove back to HQ.

A guy can be paranoid for the end of the world, right?

---SKIP---
Southernmost Tunnel Entrance​

SPLAT! "2 points," he said as another crawler succumbed to the 255/55R20 Michelins underneath him. He was in his Ram, leading a column of survivors to the tunnels. He was filled with happiness, lnowing that he was helping as many people as he was. He looked to see the tunnel entrance overwhelmed with the undead.

"No." He said in defiance, rage fueling his adrenaline, adrenaline fueling his rage. They would NOT fall today! He parked the truck a good hundred meters from the mini-horde and stepped out after capping a few flesh-mongers to clear some room. He then climbed into the bed himself and loaded his M203, saying, "Say hello to my little friend," as he took aim. He launched a grenade at the crowd and smiled when chunks of undead flesh flew in multiple directions. "LIGHT 'EM UP!" He bellowed. The armed survivors around him gladly obliged.

Once the majority of the group was eliminated, he pulled up to the entrance and shined his headlights inside. "Clear the tunnel for the survivors!" He submitted to his comrades. Several went in and gunshots along with a few screams of anguish could be heard, followed by more gunshots. Several minutes and dead zombies later, both inside and outside the tunnel, three men emerged. "It's clear."

A woman's bloodcurdling scream. He looked back and sure enough, the horde was tearing into the unfortunates at the rear of the long column. "Get inside!" he yelled to the unarmed closest to him and practically shoved the young lady to the door. Scores followed. When the column neared its end he ordered the men at the door to check for bites. He and the rest held off the horde as long as they could to buy them time. Once those that were bitten were separated from those who weren't, he had them lined up and personally shot each one in the head.

He heard the sound of engines and saw the column of vehicles approaching from the West. He nodded in appreciation of the help. "Get inside the tunnel," He muttered to the rest of the men as he slid three toughboxes off the truck and motioned for them to take them to the tunnel.
"Wh-what?"
"Go!" He yelled. "They need you!" He leapt off the bed, got in his truck and sped away to meet the column of salvation, the toughbox of firearms still in the bed of the truck. He looked in his rearview mirror and smiled when he saw the door to the tunnel close before the horde overwhelmed it.
Bellz Rhaine Misty Gray

 

[Bellz]

Bexley Withers​

with: ZOMBIES mentions: Lee ReverseTex Kyle r e i Ava KingofAesir location: Saloon (above ground) ​

Bexley wouldn't say she was Bruce Jenner or anything but she had pretty long legs for her small frame and could sprint well. Reaching for the walkie at her utility belt, she fumbled with one hand to pull it free before she brought it up to her lips, "Definitely gonna need some back up!!"The flare in her hand continue to hiss, sizzle and pop as she made a sharp left, one foot slipping out from underneath her with the force almost caused her to lose her balance. Her hand that held the walkie reached out and briefly touched the dirt ground beneath her before she could collapse completely. Turning her head to see how far the horde was behind her, the fear and doubt of her plan hit her with full force. "Fuck me." She hissed out before quickly getting back on her feet and sprinting once more. Her heart was beating painfully in her chest and it was from both the adrenaline and the fear of being caught by one of the monsters that followed the flare she held like a moth to a flame.

Her legs were already screaming at her to give up now and she growled in frustration. PT was something she rarely missed but being in the unknown winter wonderland for a day just doesn't give a girl the proper time to catch back up. One day of no PT seemed to be taking an effect on her...or maybe it was the fear. Her thoughts were screaming at her as well, telling her that it was foolish to risk her life for the East side. Clearly her subconscious still didn't want to believe that Atticus was alive and well and that the East had been telling the truth. Seeing the large warehouse in sight, she knew what the plan would be. Her entire faction thought it was crazy and stupid, but it would leave them enough time to evacuate the East into the tunnels. Bexley had told them all that she would be able to find an exit so that she wasn't trapped with a bunch of flesh hungry zombies in an abandoned warehouse. As it came closer into view however, she was prepared for her death if it was her time to go.

"THAT BASHER BETTER BE COMING UP PRETTY QUICK, I CAN'T STAY IN THE WAREHOUSE FOR LONG." Once she lured the creatures into the large warehouse, the basher would both take care of the stragglers and keep the entrance block. Bexley had found a lay out of the warehouse and knew exactly where the emergency exit was. It would be a close call. Next and final step would be for Kyle and Ava to assist in dowsing gasoline around the buildings perimeter and lighting the matches and other flares. Once finished, they leave with the basher and head to assist the others. It was a plan that was not only pretty simple, but would successfully keep the zombies at bay while burning them into nothing but ash.

It all just had to go as planned.

Only a few feet away, Bexley moved to shove open the double doors to the warehouse, the movement only slowing her down for a moment before she regained her speed. The Warehouse itself was huge, at least the size of a football field, boxes of god knows what sat around in various places, but for the most part, it was empty. A red sign glowing caught her attention EXIT, her eyes trailed the stairs that lead to them and knew what she had to do. The sound of shuffling feet, cracking bones, and blood dripping against the concrete let her know that her friends had joined the little warehouse party. Little did they know it was about to get lit. Quickly tossing the flare towards the opposite end of the warehouse, she watched the creatures follow it, not interested in the fresh flesh...at least for a few seconds.

Bexley sprinted once more and moved up the long metal stairs that lead to a catwalk. there a door with an exit stood. "Bait is in the position and I found an exit that will lead me to the back side of the building! Jesse James and Billie block the entrance with the basher and kill off any stragglers!" Her words were winded, clearly out of breath from all the running. She shoved open the emergency exit door and sprinted through, only to realize she was once again standing on a metal catwalk. The door slammed shut on its own as she looked to her left and right, she also observed that there was no fire escape and she was stuck. The wind blew harshly and she took a slight step back to avoid getting knocked over by it. Her eyes widened as she noticed how well she could see over some of the taller buildings. The narrow catwalk not leaving her much space from sudden death. Pressing her back against the wall, she was frozen into place by how high up she was. The world spun as her chest tightened, she found it hard to breath and think in that moment as fear locked her into a state of paralysis.

A helpless groan fell from her lips as she sucked in as much air as she could. She felt weak and faint as she continued to look down towards the ground, taking in how small everyone was to her now. Reaching her hands back towards the wall, she desperately tried to grip something to make her feel more secure, grounded. She felt like she was going to be sick, and the fact that she was still buzzed from drinking with Lee was not helping. She wanted to cry out for help, but her body continued to stiffen and lock her in her place.

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[Dragonlord318]

David saw the convoy come to a stop in the town square and then the flare went up. What the...He thought. Obviously everyone's in distress...unless someone wanted zombies on their tail they shouldn't light that. Common sense says...

He decided to follow the light from a distance and investigate just in case.

As he was nearing the square he saw a woman yelling at the horde as they ignored the defenseless people behind them. So she was drawing them to her to protect the innocent. "My kinda girl," he muttered as he stopped the truck at the top of a hill a couple hundred feet away, looking through binoculars. From here he had a full view of the square. He saw a woman in western garb holding the flare. He sensed leadership on her and realized why she was luring the horde to her. "What do you have planned, woman?" He muttered. She disappeared behind the warehouse and the horde followed. He waited, not knowing his breath was being held until he released it a minute later when she reappeared near the top of the warehouse on a catwalk. He saw the clear distress on her face and inspected the area around her through the binos. She was trapped and the door she came through wouldn't hold for long against that many zombies. He kicked the truck into drive and flew toward her. He saw a man near the convoy and picked him up. "That lady from the West needs help! Come on!!!"

When they got near her location, he told his nameless passenger to grab the steering wheel. He loaded his M203 and fired a round into the horde a good distance from the building. That would ger the rest to investigate and give them time to grab the woman Bellz .

He took the reins back and drove under the catwalk. He looked around for something...anything to help. There! An extension ladder. He handed his passenger a 9mm and told him to keep watch. He kept his M203 strapped to himself and grabbed the ladder as silently as he could. It was just barely too short to reach the catwalk fully extended. He looked around quickly and opened his tailgate. He slid the bottom of the climbing tool onto the bed then got on.

"Zombies!" The lookout hissed. He whipped his head and sure enough, some stragglers had come around and others were pounding on the catwalk door to boot. He went into overdrive and raised the ladder with adrenaline-infused strength, resting it on the catwalk. He motioned hurriedly for Bexley to come down and loaded another grenade into his M203. He used the 300m reticule, aimed behind the straggling packs of decaying flesh and fired. It landed where it was aimed to, caught their attention and that's just what David needed. He looked up to ensure Bexley's safety, hopped down from the bed and reached in to the cabin, grabbing a chain. He unfurled it and a large arrow-shaped piece of steel hit the ground. He ran up to the disgusting freaks and whipped his chain, slicing the skull of one in half. He needed to hold off these stragglers so the lady could come down. "Hey ugly," he muttered as he whipped at another.

 

[KingofAesir]

AVALON DALTON

"On our way! Hang in there, Bex!"

Avalon put pedal to the metal in the basher, trying to force the thing to go faster than it was willing to. Kyle was sat next to her, and she glanced over at him momentarily and grinned. Now, this was the kinda excitement she'd been wanting for months. The same boring scouting missions over and over again really began to mess with a girls head after a while.

The warehouse was now right upon them as Avalon steered toward the entrance, per Bexley's orders. The large vehicle would easily clog up the entrance and allow them to trap any dead assholes inside if the thing. "Coming up hot! Brace yourselves, folks!" Avalon yelled out as the basher slid into the entrance, albeit a little bit harder than Avalon intended. The adrenaline filled woman lurched forward a bit but was fine other than that. A loud "whoop" left her mouth seconds after.

A brunette head leaned out the window as she utilized her shot gun to neutralize a few stragglers on her side, shouting at Kyle to do the same on his. "Hey, Lone Ranger, how's it going in there? We've got the entrance blocked up, Can we blow shit up now?" Avalon radioed over, practically shaking with anticipation.

Interacting with: Kyle r e i and Bexley Bellz ​

 

[r e i]

Kyle Withers


[mood] focused and excited [tags] Bellz KingofAesir [location] zombies block [mentions] Ava KingofAesir Bex Bellz

Kyle was not even tired. Not even close. The rush of saving people from what certainly might be their endgame was going through veins. Normal 11 year old boys don't want or even need to worry about that. But he does. Cause he was born into a world that was unforgivable and harsh. A world where he had to grow up and learn how to shoot and not care who the person they just killed was. Learning how to be heartless, was one of the first rules of zombie world.

He turned to Ava who was of course loving the excitement of being in the basher. It's not like he wasn't happy as well. The basher had been one of his and Ava's projects as he grew up. It became a much needed part of missions and raids. Kyle hears his mother voice though the walkie-talkies. He smiles at Ava who swerved the truck into the entrance. He braced himself, as she parked rather harshly. He heard her response to Mom, He smirks, again grabbing his gloves. He made sure that his bow and arrow plus a side arm gun was on him before he climbed out the window to the roof of the car.

Aiming his bow and arrow, he shoots killing zombies where ever they popped up. He hears a few shoots from Ava's side. He shouts to her "Nice shoot old lady. Who knew you still had it in you?" and then he pulls out his walkie-talkie speaking into it. "Billie the kid here, basher is in place. Jessie James is in the control and I'm up on the roof. Lone Ranger, we are waiting for your orders. And there better not be a scratch on you lady or i'm telling you know who."

"You never know when you're gonna lose someone. You never know who you never gonna meet."

 

[r e i]

Callie Parkson

[mood] tired, and sharp [tags] Bellz [location] in high places [mentions] Bex Bellz

Callie was tired. She had to be the person in charge all day and night. Then she went to scream at the person who was suppose to be the leader in charge. Now she's shooting zombie brains so the darling lone ranger wouldn't be killed. She was perched onto of a building in the east. After getting here with the rest of the group. She went off heading to an high point. As she was a better sniper then face to face. Once she found the right building to see everything from. She killed the zombies who were there already and got ready. Immediately after she did, she started shooting.

Keeping her eye on bex. She killed any zombies that snucked up on her or was getting hard for her overcome. She kept doing that. She sighed and got out her walkie. She talked into it. "Lone Ranger, Rainbow Shooter here. I'm in position. I don't know how long I can keep them off your ass. So start the plan before we both become zombie chow. " As she was talking, she heard the thumping behind her. So she aimed her gun and shot the guy between eyes. "Did I mention the very high chance of us becoming zombie chow. Yea I thought I did. So start the fucking plan,"

She shoots and kills two more zombies that Bex was fighting. Signing and thinking why won't that lady ever listen to me.

"The pain isn't the death part of losing them. It's the remembering. Remembering them for who they were and who they ended as. "

 

[ReverseTex]

Lee Danvers

Interactions/Mentions:
Bellz

Fighting had always been a thing Lee was good at. Not sure how, but he was. Usually when he did however, he slipped into a trance. Letting the moment take him, usually his killing was mindless, and brutal without his knowledge...

But the warehouse snapped him awake. Most of the battle had moved into their, while him and a few other were keeping the rest at bay. Glancing over to one of the Eastern members, his steel eyes shot back to the warehouse in worry. “Someone’s in there! Cover me!” Reeving his bike, he pulled the metal horse around, and shot towards the barn. In a fluid motion, Lee jumped from the bike as it skidded to a neat stop.

Tucking his pistol away, he noticed that the doors had been sealed, the others standing ready outside. What were they doing?! They were willing to burn their leader, Bexley?! He had to do something. Spotting a fire escape on the side of the building, Lee hurried to the ladderway,
and climbed as fast as he could. He wasn’t going to let her die... He couldn’t. As he climbed, he went through his inventory. Machete, pistol, grenade...

Spotting Bexley on the outside side of the catwalk, surrounded by a large horde, his eyes widened. Taking the butt of his pistol, he hammered the glass pane until it shattered, the shrill noise briefly distracting the horde. That brief distraction loosened the noose upon Bexley’s neck, as he spotted a brief opening for her escape. As she ran free, he removed the grenade from his belt, and pulled the pin. Tossing the damn thing at the horde, he just prayed Bexley could miss the blast range in time...

As soon as the smoke cleared, Lee ran over to Bexley, who looked utterly exhausted. Picking woman up as if she were a baby, he made his way to the same exit as he entered. “Don’t try and be all sacrificial again alright? Gave me a scare there Lone Ranger...”

 

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(Ummmmm.......is everyone ignoring my post of David helping Bexley?)