Zombie Apocalypse: Take a Bite (IC Thread)

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Serenity_Black

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Lee was driving along the road, hoping to find somewhere that they could stay soon, she had made sure that they had enough gas in gas cans from other cars, she glanced into the mirror, still expecting to see Tyler in the back seat. It was her one rule that no one else would drive her car unless she couldn't drive it herself. She looked back at the road, only allowing her eyes to wander for a moment before instantly paying attention again. There weren't as many drivers out on the roads anymore, but that didn't mean that zombies wouldn't wander onto the road. She took a second to quickly glance at Clair who was sitting in the passenger seat with her head leaned against the window, she was glad to see that she was finally sleeping, she hadn't been sleeping very well since Tyler was killed.


Lee had tried to shield her from seeing it, she didn't think it was something a child of her age should have to see, but she knew that she couldn't protect her all the time, but she wanted to try. Tyler had gotten separated from them, Lee thought that he had been wanting to leave them, or went to get something, she had followed him, taking Clair with her since she didn't want to leave her alone, but by the time they got there the zombies had already gotten him, she tried not to let Clair see it, then she quickly started pulling the girl away, there were too many zombies around for her to be able to put Tyler out of his misery without getting them killed as well. After that it had been just Lee and Clair again, she had noticed that Clair wasn't sleeping well, of course Lee wasn't sleeping well either, but she was trying to be strong for Clair.


Lee couldn't help reminiscing about how the world was before, she used to just be a college student who enjoyed the occasional video game with her roommate and friend Tom, but now everything was different and everyone she had known in that life was dead, or she assumed they were. She had seen Tom die, and when he got back up everything changed for her, she considered herself lucky to have made it out of the hospital, and then out of the city. By now the electricity was off, gas had to be siphoned from other vehicles, food had to be scrounged for, and you had to keep a close look out as you cooked anything over a flame to make sure that zombies didn't come after you. Life wasn't easy anymore, of course it wasn't exactly easy before, but no one really realized just how good things were until suddenly it was all different, well, the ones that were still alive anyway. There were plenty of people that were dead, not that being dead mattered, you still got up and walked around after you died, the people that were still living had to fight to stay that way, and eventually... your luck would run out.


After a while she noticed a sign saying that they were getting close to a place called 'Bakersville', it seemed to be a small place, maybe they would be able to get some supplies there, or find a safe place to hide out. She pulled over onto the side of the road, and killed the engine, she would give Clair a little more time to rest before dragging her off on another dangerous run, she hated not having someone to leave her with, but she just couldn't think of leaving her alone. She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead, feeling as if she needed a break from everything.


Jaxson had went to find his parents, he had hoped to find them alive and well, but his hopes were dashed upon entering their house. He found his mother laying in their bed, she had obviously been placed there. She had been bitten, the bandage on her hand suggested that his father had taken her to the hospital, they hadn't been able to do anything for her of course, but they didn't know that until it was too late. The hospital probably thought that it was just a regular case of some crazy guy biting people and sent her home. Jax sighed, trying not to let his emotions get the better of him as he studied the scene to guess what had happened.


His father had brought her home and watched as the situation became worse, he probably watched the reports on the news, refusing to believe them, checking on Jax's mother every once in a while. His father watched as things became worse for the woman that he loved, the fever was getting worse and soon she was complaining of pain, his father probably called the hospital, but was told that they had no more room for patients. So he watched her die, but she didn't stay dead, instead she got up and attacked him. His father had to shoot her just to defend himself, but it was too late by the time he did so.


Jaxson slowly looked at his father who was laying on the bed beside his mother with a gun in his hand. There were bites along his arms, after seeing what the bites did he must have shot himself so he wouldn't become one of those things. Jax left the house, trying to escape the smell of death, this was still the beginning, before the scent of death was everywhere. He forced himself to return to the house and buried his parents, making sure that nothing snuck up on him. Then he retreated inside, he stayed there, allowing everything to advance around him, only leaving when he needed to gather supplies. As time went on he began thinking of his father more often, remembering what his father had taught him about protecting people, how important it was to make sure that those weaker than yourself were alright. He couldn't do that if he was hiding away in this house, locked in his own grief, so he grabbed his Beretta and a pair of Tonfa that his father had made for himself, and he left, hoping to do some good before he died.
 
Madison tilted her head back, shielding her eyes with one hand as she located the sun, trying to check how long they had left to travel before they would need to find somewhere to stay for the night. The three of them had been travelling together for a few days on this highway, heading towards some town. That's what Madi hoped, anyway. She carefully climbed on the hood of an abandoned pick-up truck and surveyed the road before her. The scene was always the same: car doors left open as a result of their drivers trying to scramble out. There were some left in their cars. Madi always avoided those. It gave her the creeps to look at them. She let her blue eyes drift over the landscape, noticing the outline of a town a few miles off. A slight wind played with her dirty blonde curls and she inhaled, trying to calm herself. Going into towns and cities was dangerous. The more people that were once there, the more zombies there were now.


"Madison Grace, will you get down from there and stop running ahead," she heard her best friend, Cameron, growl as he approached. He never called her that unless he was actually mad. Her mother used to do that, too. She felt a pang of sadness but she quickly brushed it away. No time for that. She spun around, almost slipping off the hood of the truck as she did. Managing to catch herself, she jumped down, her brown boots hitting the road softly. She looked up at him and smiled.


"Lighten up," she murmured, running her fingers through her hair. She gently tugged on the hem of her grey t-shirt before sticking her left hand in the pocket of her jeans, touching the golden locket her sister, Emma, had given her. Madi fully intended to find her younger sister. Her right hand held her bow. She hadn't yet used it, leaving most of the fighting to Cam and Dayes. She didn't deal with violence well. She looked back at their newest companion, pulling herself from her thoughts, giving him a small smile and scurrying after Cam as he made his way through the maze of cars, holding his machete tightly. Madi rather liked having Dayes with them. She knew Cam didn't particularly like him, but it was better than just the two of them. Madi took her left hand from her pocket and grabbed the strap of her worn out backpack. She had filled it with as much food as she could when they left the city, but they were running low now. Madi could help with foraging for plants but she couldn't make water appear out of thin air.


Madi looked at her friend, a few paces ahead of her, before she slowed and fell into step beside Dayes. "I saw the town," she said excitedly, expecting another sarcastic remark from him. They hadn't been together long. They met miles back on this highway while they were searching cars. She thought Cam was going to kill him at first, thinking he had gotten himself bitten. Madi was happy he hadn't. It was great having another person in their group, even if he tended to be a 'sarcastic ass', as Cam so eloquently put it.


Cam trudged through the cars, his senses on high alert. Yeah, it was probably safer to just stick to the woods. The highway was much faster, though. Plus, there hadn't been that many zombies recently. As much as Cam hated to admit it, it was a help having Dayes around. Madi wasn't so good with the killing part of things and Cam couldn't do it all himself. That guy seriously got on his nerves, though. Cam just sighed frustratedly and continued walking, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Madi and Dayes were close behind. He rolled his eyes, seeing Madi talking to him. She had taken a liking to this guy and Cam definitely didn't approve.


Cameron was fully aware that Madison wanted to find her sister. Cam wanted to try and find his mother. He didn't have the heart to tell Madi that her sister probably hadn't made it. He knew his mother probably hadn't either. He ignored the thought, focusing instead on making it through this minefield unscathed. It was exhausting trying to keep tab on Madi and make sure she didn't get hurt. Sometimes he felt like she was too innocent to be able to make it here. He started to wonder what he would do if she died. He shook his head, ridding himself of that thought. The thought was too painful. They had been friends since they were young and she was like a sister to him.


His dark hair had grown long and now fell a bit over his eyes, which annoyed him. He hadn't felt like giving himself a haircut was high on the priorities list lately.


"Can we move a little faster?" he suddenly snapped, stopping and looking back at the other two before continuing to walk.


 
"Hm." a pair of sharp lips buzzed while growing close to a decomposing body, holding a small pocket magnifying glass in his right hand to inspect the papery skin of the dead man laying in front of him. Johann shifted his body several ways, taking a few ganders at the state of the eyes and then the bloodied set of teeth behind it's dried lips. It certainly reminded him of his father, the nasty look it appeared to be frozen in - it was similar to the expressions he was flashed when being yelled at or.. "Rather odd way to die, no?" He whispered to himself, corroding all negative thoughts as he prodded his firm fingers around the open-wound near it's right ear. Around that area rested a large gap, spilling congealed brains over the lovely maroon carpet around his knees. "Such a wonderful find, I suppose, these creatures are very interesting. Yes, indeed." Raising a pair of charcoal eyebrows, he clicked the tool shut and stuffed it into one of his pockets to finish his latest inspection. He had to get moving before another horde came through. "Been here a few days, seventeen at most, killed by a.." he pushed a greasy patch of hair off to the side, smiling brightly at such a familiar groove in the wound. Rounded near the middle, curved at the edges - typical. "Axe to the head, killed in seconds." Flinging the medical gloves off his fingers, Johann turned around and peered inside one of the flats to his right, slithering in to get a closer look. Someone had been here, it was obvious, but how long ago.. he couldn't figure it out. It reeked of decomposition, destroying any other smells that were once lingering here. Must have been months. "Anyone home?" The man announced, strutting his way across the flat to shuffle through some odds and ends. The drawers, the cupboards and the few broken boxes scattering the ground were first searched, only to find a bag of fresh biscuits and a stuffed lamb with a rather terrifying face. Horrible birthday gift, he had guessed. "Oh aren't you simply adorable." Johann joked, squeezing it between his fingers to allow it to let out a small squeak. With a flick of the wrist, it was sent flying across the room along with the other rubbish he found useless. Pencils, bags, tape, earrings. "Come on, come on. If I were here, where would I keep the good stuff until last minute.."





Pressing a finger to one of his temples, he rotated his body in a full three-sixty to take a wider look around, darting his brilliant blue pools to the closet doors, windows and furniture scattered about. The gentlemen who owned this place must have been in quite a hurry to leave such a mess behind."Ah." he lowered his hand and sauntered over to the nearest closet and swung it open, rummaging through nonsense once more. "Coats, shoes, wires, hats, gloves, off-bread - bingo." he found a few bottles of water, unopened, and immediately stuffed them inside his knapsack along with the other junk he carried around. Hell, he carried more books than important items it seemed. But, this was definitely the most successful he had been in a while, although, the poor man didn't eat or drink much anyway. He was used to it, flopping an empty stomach around for most of his days. He had no time to think about eating just yet, there were more important things to worry about. Johann pranced over to the lifeless body and gave another awkward smile, bending down to pat it on it's stomach gently. He grinned widely, flashing a set of canines while showing his appreciation to the dead. "I do apologize for barging in at an unwelcome time, but you sure have aided me." He stood straight once more, sauntering out the door. "I bid you adieu, my friend!"


With a few steps outside the door, groans could be heard in the distance and while exiting, the man's slender frame froze. He cocked his head in a few directions to locate the noise, tapping his fingers on his right thigh. "Fifteen feet away, two or.." he paused, listening closely as his mind raced. "Four, definitely four." Johann held his breath and frantically glanced around, looking for the smallest item he could find. Upon this, he picked up a small shoe and chucked it at one of the walls down the hall, directing the undead to that specific waypoint. The man turned and bolted the opposite way, searching for the sign of an exit, or staircase anywhere. He hoped he wouldn't have to resort to window, but it seemed that it was his only option. Covering his white knuckles with the sleeve of his pea-coat, he punched the window nearest to the fire exit and climbed through it, cackling lightly to himself. This was merely a game to him, offering his life up for grabs, but he was certainly smarter than those "biters" by a long-shot; it was obvious. Johann's once shining dress shoes pounded against the metal beneath them while climbing to the roof, listening to the gargling growing behind. "Let's go!" he shouted between a laugh. "We haven't got all day!"
 
CJ left the motel and made his way to a nearby car-repair shop he saw on the local map he had. He had to deal with a few biters along the way using his crowbar. He felt hesitant about shooting a gun again after recent events. Besides, shooting generates a lot of noise. Something those things are very attracted to. During his experience with the biters, he made a few personal rules based on observation. As much as these things are dead, they can smell, hear, and see. His rule number one would be to avoid getting attention. Keeping a low profile is very important to survive. Though these things seemed feeble and slow, if they swarm you, it's over. Rule number two tells him to minimize contact with this things and only deal with them if necessary. These things can be anywhere, so rule number three would be to move in places not so constricted or open. He was near his goal. His duffle bag strapped across his shoulders swung left and right as he jogged quietly. He saw another biter, alone and was busy feeding. It took one good blow to the head with his crowbar for the zombie's brain to splatter. Rule number four was aim for the head. Being dead, these things don't feel pain nor would they stop coming at you albeit a missing limb or two. The most effective means to deal with them was a hit to the brain.


He finally arrived at his destination. It seemed like the people who were supposed to be here left without problems. The place looked clear from people or the dead. This would make his work easier. CJ figured that if he had to travel far, he would need a means of transportation. He looked around while thinking. Cars would be too noisy and costly to keep if he was going solo. "Aha!" he said softly to himself after seeing a motorcycle parked. Surely it was broken but it couldn't be something he can't fix. The problem with motorcycles would be the noise. He had to address that. He opened his duffle bag to find more than just clothes and other important things. He also had a small set of tools. He was also a mechanic before all of this happened. He planned to customize the vehicle so that it wouldn't make much noise. He felt delighted and astonished when he checked the motorcycle because it wasn't in a really bad condition. "Finally, luck's probably starting to turn around." he said to himself in relief. He started working on the motorcycle after locking the whole place down. He wouldn't want those things barging in while he was working. The whole thing would take some time.


While he was working on fixing the motorcycle, he couldn't help but think about his life before this. It made him laugh for some reason. He was a bit puzzled about what to think of his current state. For one, he didn't have to work himself to death just to get by. The fact that you can take anything you want was also appealing. With the whole world going into complete ruin, some of the old rules didn't apply anymore. He realized that though he refused to fall completely into savagery. He also found it funny that years of not depending on anybody would help him so much now. He considered himself lucky acquiring all the different things he knew how to do. On the flip side, he knows things will never be the same again. No electricity, scarcity of food, not being able to sleep soundly from the fear that something might already be nibbling at you. He suddenly became glum after remembering things. He was extremely worried about his siblings and Alicia. He was also having mixed feelings about the incident with Lincoln. He started to tear up thinking about what just happened a few hours ago.


He saw himself sitting in that room with the gun still in hands. He wanted to opt out. Lincoln's now-cold body lay sitting on the floor leaning on the wall. At that moment, he was in complete despair and guilt, not knowing if it was worth it to live on. As he pointed the gun to his right temple there was that small feeling of hope. He couldn't pull the trigger anymore and his hands stopped shaking if only for a moment. He refused to believe the love of his life and younger siblings were dead. He reformed his resolve, taking deep breaths before finally relaxing. He found something to live for. It was something. He had to find them. There's still that slim chance and miracle that they're fine. He can't give up. He crept closer to Lincoln's dead body and inspected for anything he could still use. He also took his badge and wallet. He still teared up but he wasn't frantic this time. He had to deal with it. After taking the things he could use, he placed them all inside his bag. He took his things and walked away.


CJ woke up from his trip down memory lane. After tinkering with the motorcycle for a few minutes, it was finally done. He started the vehicle to check if his modifications worked. He smiled after what he heard. "sweet." he said as if to complement himself for a good job. He opened the local map he had to mark where he would go next...
 
Dayes continued his slow walk down the high way, every now and then taking the occasional peek inside of cars to say if they held any water which now a days would be classed as would be treasures. But was the same with anything that you could drink and was clean, same went for food pretty much. He kicked his foot across the road and kept walking looking at the two young adults in front of him, they clearly knew each other for a while, that much was certain. He hummed to himself an old tune to himself for a bit before looking ahead at the male of the two he bumped into, Cam or something tell the girl, Madi? To get down off the car and to stop running ahead, that Cam didn't like him much but to Dayes Cam seemed like trouble, and where there was trouble there was risk, but he doubted he could separate the two from each other so he was left with his current situation or ditching both of them, which wouldn't be smart in the long term. The two didn't seem very much a like but they were probably brought together by something else, not that any of this mattered anymore, it was a god damn apocalypse, the end of the world. Madi then stepped in line with him and said they should be coming up on a town anytime soon. "Great, Im sick of these highways, bloody death traps I tell ya'" And then at the mention to pick up the pace from Cam, Dayes smirked to himself and sprinted ahead of Cam. "Come on now, pick up the pace lad, Come on get going, need to be fast now if you want to survive, come on now pull your act together" And with that Dayes ran a couple more meters down the road with a smirk on his face before suddenly stopping, turning around and going "Come on, quit your lollygagging and get a move on lad, we haven't got all day"
 
Madi couldn't help but let out a little laugh as Dayes ran ahead and taunted Cam. She jogged up to Cam, patting his shoulder before continuing up to Dayes. She loved Cam like a brother, yes, but he was always so serious now. Yes, it was the end of the world as they knew it, but Madi still wanted to enjoy what she could while she could. She knew that Cam was trying to take care of her as best he could and that was stressful, but he didn't enjoy much of anything anymore. She caught up to Dayes and stopped a few meters before he did. Looking back to Cam, she smiled and gestured for him to hurry. He seemed content with making them wait, though.


Madi looked at Cam, confused, as a worried expression suddenly crossed his face.


"Madi, move!" he yelled, sprinting towards her. Why in the world was he running? Then, she heard it. She had gotten used to safety. She had gotten used to not having to worry about the dead with Dayes around.


The man must have come from one of the cars. He was disgusting. Chunks were missing from his arm. His clothing was in tatters. It looked like he had been sitting around for a while because he was definitely decomposing. A blank expression was plastered on his face and the smell was almost unbearable. He was maybe a meter away from her. It was all she could do not to scream as she stumbled backwards, running into a car. She took a second to glance to Cam: he was too far. He wouldn't get here in time.


Grabbing an arrow from the quiver draped over her shoulder, she nocked it, really not wanting to kill the man. What if there was still part of the person he once was there? She couldn't separate this dead man before her from the living one he once was.


Shoot it! Cam yelled in his head, his worn sneakers hitting the pavement creating a staccato beat. Why wouldn't she just shoot? They had talked about it before. Madi felt like they were still people. She felt that there was still the person they once were buried somewhere in there. Cam had tried to convince her to let that go. These things were out to kill her. There was no reason to hesitate when those things wouldn't. Damn it, Madi. Why won't you listen? he questioned, his heartbeat racing. He couldn't do this without her. He wouldn't want to. They still had to find Emma and his mother. They weren't done yet. There was so much left for them to do. Cam would just have to accept the fact that she wasn't a killer and she might never be.
 
It took Ember a good 30 minutes to get her head straight. She moved quietly to her Harley Davidson as she swung her leg over the motorcycle. Lifting up her hands to feel the handlebars she smiled, thinking back to building this bike. It took her years but she got it done. She sighed as she started up the bike. She took off down the quiet road bringing an uproar to the streets as she road through. I need to quiet this thing down. She thought as she shook her head and sighed once again. But how? She watched the road and the sky trying to decide what time it was. "Well, Might as well find cover somewhere." She mumbled and sped up. She knew not where she was going but she kept up her pace. She slowed to a stop and looked at the store. It was a traveling place. They of all people have to have maps. She bought and made her way inside. Behind the counter was a biter. She didn't pay attention to it because of the fact it was locked in behind the counter.


There where map after map. Ember took one of each of the near by cites and the nearby states. "Georgia." She said aloud. "It has to be safe there... Or Texas." She shook her head as she make her way out of the place and sat her bag on the seat of her bike. She placed the maps in and looked around. "I guess Ill take out that biter and camp here." She spoke to herself. Which was the only thing keeping her sane.
 
the clack of the leather boots was the only sound out of place here. The wind swept through the branches of the trees lining the highway as Jessie made his way to the town. The must of the forest filled his nostrils with a comforting scent. As he walked he eyed the cars that straddled the highway some on the road and some thrown into the forest lining it. The sun was peering from the branches it must have been around noon or a little later. Their doors open showing signs of attempted escape. Jessie smirked as he realized all the cars were facing away from the town. Letting out a sigh Jessie realized he would make it into the town just at dusk. Thinking about whether he should stop and sleep outside of town walking in at dusk is a dangerous time. The walkers are more dangerous at night because you cant see them, but they can find you. As he debated this internally he noticed a car up ahead rocking back and forth in a violent motion this blue steel framed mustang... was facing towards the town. Red blood stains lined the back window. Jessie moved his hand and unclipped the gun holsters strap. Left hand clasped on tightly to the iron grip, finger resting on the cold sliver of the trigger. Walking cautiously towards the car readying himself. As Jessie reached the cars trunk he tried to peer in.


A loud thwack as a dilapidated face pressed against the window dripping with blood and bearing its fangs.


"Jesus Chri-"


Jessie fell backwards on himself landing on the ground he was frightened. This was no longer a human this was a walker something that wants to kill him... to eat him. He sat on the ground with the car still rocking violently as the walker took notice of him. Jessie looked at the car the driver door wide open.


"Tch... Damn."


Snapping to attention Jessie sprang from the ground and ran to the door. The racious clicking of the leather boots stomping on the asphalt rang out. The damn thing was making its way towards it as well, fussing and fighting against the seats clamoring to procure its next meal. Grabbing the door Jessie threw it closed but not before the walker had its arm just below the shoulder hanging out. The door wouldn't close not with the meat in the way. Jessie pressed hard against the door with his hands slowly lowering his body to the ground switching his hands for his feet he began kicking the door feverishly in tandem with both legs. The arm convulsed with each kick the violent recoil slamming against the frame of the car each giving off a large thwack of flesh on metal. Jessie kicked the door harder and more violently. Until a crunch and a click of the door reassured him of his safety. A hand lay next to the door decayed and decrepit with no movement it laid there. After breathing for a minute he steadied his heart beat and rose from the ground. Slapping the dirt from his butt and straightening out his jacket Jessie let out a sigh as he kept on walking to the town...
 
Everywhere he looked, there were more and more of them; multiplying, breeding, crowding around him with arms outstretched in a wordless entreaty more eloquent than anything they could have said. Their graying faces leered at him, rotting arms groping to find a purchase on his clothes, fumbling at him as he recoiled, "I can’t!" He pleaded in desperation, spreading his hands wide in his helplessness. "I can't help any of you!"


Michael was brought rudely to consciousness by a cobweb drifting down onto his face, knocking him upright and almost clunking his head on the shelf above him. Why did I think it would be a good idea to sleep inside an old flat? "What..? Oh."


It had been a nightmare, then. They were hardly uncommon among survivors. I mean, who wouldn't dream of the horrors they had witnessed in this present-day apocalypse? But Michael still felt foolish to be shaking this much at demons conjured up from his own subconscious. Stupid. He chided himself, shaking his head mentally and rubbing a hand over his eyes. What time was it? In the "normal" world, it would have taken at least one cup of steaming tea to get Michael compos mentis and on his feet in the morning. He was an embarrassingly heavy sleeper - or had been, before the ability to wake instantly became pretty much essential for survival. It was no good being half-asleep when one of the undead was about to chew your arm off.. In lieu of the coffee, he pushed himself to his feet and splashed freezing cold water onto his face from a metal flask at his belt, shivering and spluttering as the liquid trickled chillingly down his skin. Alright, he was awake. He hastily tugged his everyday clothes – normal blue denim jeans and a white dress shirt covered by a black sweater vest, a fur-hooded green coat over that, while the sleeves of the white shirt a little ragged from his daily exertions. "Ugh what to do today.." Michael whispered, peering outside of the flat only to hear the sound of.. talking? He could only furrow his brows in confusion, was he hearing things again? "Uh.. hello?" he announced, stumbling out lightly. "Anyone else-" He stopped, the noise of growling growing near and a few bangs. Someone was here.. trying to confuse the undead. Smart. "Hey, wait up!" He shouted, catching the sight of a black peacoat slip into a newly broken window. Someone else was alive! Michael began to dart after him, almost falling out the window to catch up with him. "I'm a survivor too!"
 
Dayes laughed a little as Cam refused to move and stood his ground. But he soon came to realize why he was standing there when the man shouted out for Madi to move. Cam started sprinting towards her and Madi had now herself pulled her bow back, yet she wasn't killing the walker. He pulled out his own machete and started to sprint up to the walker himself seeing as Madi still wasn't shooting it. He soon arrived at the location of the walker, he appeared to be a male, not very muscly, one of the more decayed and weaker ones. Using his momentum Dayes Barged into the Walker knocking it onto the ground, He brought his machete down on its faces. Stabbing right throw the right side of his cheek, The Walker Gurgled but was not dead so he brought his machete down again, stabbing it straight through his forehead and repeated this once more. He stood up covered in blood and kicked the walkers head hard just for good measure. He looked over at the two others trying to wipe blood of his face seeing as he guessed there would be a fair bit."Right, Now I do suggest we start to properly run unless we want to get more "Unwanted" guests to our group." He Beckoned them towards him and once he was sure they'd got the message he started an average pace jog down the road, not running so as to not waste his breath just in-case they really did need to run. He looked down at his clothes and was a bit annoyed at the amount of blood he'd got covered in. "Well ain't that just great,with all this over me I could probably pass as one of these bloody Walkers."He Jokingly remarked trying to lighten the mood a little from the scenario of what just happened.
 
CJ made his way to a close by town, with one side of the highway almost filled with cars. He had to slow down and observed his surroundings. He deduced that people probably got held up during evacuation. Broken car windows, bloodied vehicles, random pieces of flesh left rotting, he saw places turn into like this before. They were probably blocked by a herd of dead people most probably killing everyone. It was eerily clear and silent though. Seeing the traces, he assumed that it had been a long while ago He had to search the cars for supplies. Weapons, food, water, fuel, anything would help. He wasn't really fond of larger groups after what he had experienced but he felt that it'd make things easier if he was with a small group. There could be the off chance that some people were hiding in these cars or in the town up ahead.


He'd take a quick look as he tried to make his way through the cars. He couldn't linger for long since there's the off chance another herd might pass by. Riding his modded motorcycle, he finally entered the town empty-handed from his car-scavenging. The absence of walkers was starting to disturb him. It made him feel like they were all ganging up and planning something. He chuckled at the thought. A few moments into the town, he noticed something move in the open space. He turned off the headlights and moved in closer slowly and quietly. Seeing it was clear, he parked his vehicle as discreetly as he could. Stepping down, he quickly reached for his pistol. It was male, and fairly huge. He couldn't make out if he was still alive or one of them as he inched closer. He was a few meters away by then. He aimed his pistol just to be safe. His hands started to shake. "Damn it" he cursed to himself. He took deep breaths and aimed again as he approached the figure. He lowered his gun after coming closer, hearing the man talk. He was also carrying a machete and it looked like he wasn't alone. He started to relax and ease up. He started breathing normally again. He kept his pistol back in its holster and called out to the man. "Hey!"
 
Madison's eyes were wide as Dayes knocked the zombie over. She squeezed her eyes shut as he brought the machete down into the zombie. She pulled her knees to her chest and put her hands over her eyes, waiting for the terrible noise to stop. When all fell quiet again, she carefully moved her hands and looked at the destroyed head of the zombie. Her stomach lurched and she stood shakily, her eyes moving to Dayes. The sight made her uncomfortable: his clothes were spattered with blood and there was a fair amount on his face.


"Thanks," she said quietly, realizing he had just saved her life. She wasn't sure how to express her gratitude. She was pretty shaken up by the whole thing. Madi jogged with Dayes, her senses on high alert now. She heard someone yell and stopped suddenly, pulling on Dayes' arm to let him know to stop. She searched, trying to find the source of the noise. "I thought I heard something," she muttered, looking around, confused. Then she caught sight of the source: a man, probably her age or a bit older, with dark hair and tanned skin. "Another survivor," she said happily, wanting to run over and greet him. She took a few steps before Cam put his hand on her shoulder to stop her.


"No," he muttered, grabbing his pistol from the holster on his belt. He was naturally distrusting of most people. You knew what to expect from the zombies, but humans were either looking for help or wanting to kill you for what you carried. He looked to Dayes. "I don't like this," he murmured, hoping he would feel the same way. Madi was always wanting to run off and help everyone she could and it was terribly infuriating. He looked back at the figure and raised his gun.


Madi suddenly stepped in front of him. "No," she said, a determined look on her face. "He's alive. Have you started killing the living now?" she asked, anger in her eyes.


Cam shook his head. "I'm not gonna kill him unless he causes problems but, there is no reason to approach this unprotected," he responded, lowering his weapon. "Now, move," he said, stepping around her and carefully approaching the man. "Who are you?" he demanded, once close enough to talk at a normal level. Madi followed closely behind him, peering out and looking at the new survivor, a smile on her face. She waved at the man.
 
After he took a merger lane onto this new highway he was making much better time then he originally thought. he would be at the town sooner than he thought.


He looked around to see if he could make out anything... maybe other survivors were around or maybe a landmark. He began a hurried jog to town... hopefully there were some people left, someone who knew where he was.


4 silhouettes of people stood before him as he made his way down the road. 2 girls? a man? and a big brute? it was hard to make out. slowing down he crouched down. Using the cars that were on the road as cover he kept his distance slowly gaining on the 4. Were they zombies or survivors or raiders?


During his stay in that undisclosed airport he met many survivors and military personnel and listened to their stories. He knew that they were called walkers and the way to signal other non walkers is a short high pitched whistle. Something about the walkers rotting and their eardrums were rotting as well so high pitched things are hard for them to hear. He also heard stories of Raiders that captured people took their stuff and used them as distractions to get away from walkers, or Raiders were also known to make you their slave. Killing you was also a common occurrence for these people, their reasoning is more stuff for them in the long run. Raiders usually traveled in packs like wolves to pray on the weak.


Unclipping the strap to the holster of the gun and gliding his hand to the iron grip. slowly pulling it from the holster and placing it in his hands. Sliding the cool iron bar back loading the chamber and letting it click back forward.


Like a hunter to his prey, he stalked them.
 
Dayes smiled over at Madi as she thanked him."As long as your still alive all is well, I don't want either of you dying on me, no one is dying on my watch till the air is taken from my lungs and my heart stops beating"He looked back over at Cam, he wondered if the guy was okay but he didn't voice his concerns, the guy knew how to look after himself so he didn't need Dayes's help. It wasn't long before he heard shouting from someone, Jesus Christ keep your mouth shut unless you want walkers you damn idiot. He listened to the two from the little group they were in argue how to deal with the situation. He looked at the both of them with his cold smile that was starting to spread across his face. He looked over at the idiot shouting again "Right, this is how you deal with a situation where some idiot is shouting in the open."He looked down at his holster and swiped out his Deagle. He lifted it and pointed it at the man."I swear to god if you shout again, or move anywhere closer to us I going to shoot you straight in the head, get out of here you idiot, before I make you go to hell!" Dayes Demanded he didn't want idiots like this in their group, stupid and risky not something you want from a person in this situation "And yes I'am like this to anyone I don't know, so either get out of here or die and if there are any watching eyes the same goes for you!" His Deagle was still pointing at the man making the point for him to hurry up and get the hell out of here, Dayes didn't want this guy risking these two peoples lives aswell as his own.
 
Eye's watching?! He said, what the hell is this old man some kind of god or something... it must be a bluff there is no way he knew i was here


But then why would he say it... wait that sounds like something out of some old cowboy movie. He probably just said it because he talks like that.


Jessie pressed against the car harder with his heart beat racing hands sweating on the grip of the gun.


Jessies gaze slowly shifted from their direction to look around again to see if something gave him away... nothing at all.


the old man just wanted to spout some old corny line. he must have right?


why is he covered in blood? whose blood is it?


WHAT IS GOING ON...


the old man wants to kill the biker guy because he is a raider? Or the group are raiders and are holding up the motorcycle guy.


Jessie played the scenarios in his head of the different outcomes if he intervened or just watched.


If he kills the man it might attract walkers and that would be bad... If he doesn't kill the man they are going to sit here and talk and its going to get later and later...


If I intervene ill just either get shot or have to shoot someone.


But wait... if he doesn't kill him then he is non hostile and i can walk right past right. I mean then that means he wont kill other survivors.





This wannabee Rambo is slowing me down.


Jessie decided to wait to see the outcome.
 
CJ was pretty relaxed when he walked towards the guy but jerked back with his hands up immediately after he pointed his gun at him. "Woah, woah!" he almost yelled in surprise. "Easy there, big fella..." he tried to appease him. Two of his companions were also in sight. The guy also approached him and started to question him. "W-we can talk about this if he'd just put the gun down." he was frantic but started to relax. "Besides, if I really wanted to jack you, I could've just shot you on sight..." probably not the right words he should be saying but he did. He tried to explain his side as best as he could. After looking at their posture and body language, he inferred that deep down, these guys were just really worried for probably different reasons. The large guy seemed to be a bit unstable but the other one seemed reasonable and cool-headed. He tried to dissuade the guy with the gun again. "Listen, a little shouting wouldn't hurt..." he said with his hands still up. "what you probably don't know is that most of these things already left this town... Tell me, how many of these things have you encountered in such open space" he tried to argue. "See the traces they left behind?" he pointed to some of the things he noticed that would prove his point such as the almost completely eaten bodies that were left to rot for a long time already.. "This is practically a ghost town now. They left looking for more food. I wouldn't risk going inside if this town was filled. This also makes the perfect place to hide for the time being..." he tried to explain things as logically as he could. "but if you shoot me now, you're just ringing the dinner bell for them to come back... That would be a bad move on your part."





CJ saw the girl with them. He was probably the same age or younger. "My name's CJ... I don't want any trouble... I'm just looking for supplies and gas to siphon for my bike." he looked at the other two. He was still wondering about what the huge guy was talking about though. Something about eyes watching. This guy was either really sharp, or messed up in the head.
 
Madison frowned and glared at her two companions. Dayes, on top of confusing the hell out of her, was going to scare this guy away. Madi always figured more was better. "Both of you need to drop your damn guns now," she seethed, blue eyes jumping between the two of them. Normally, she wouldn't have done what she did next, but she felt like Dayes and Cam were completely overreacting. Stepping out from behind Cam, she marched over to CJ, as he had introduced himself, and looked him up and down, checking for any bites or scratches. "Have you run into any zombies? Gotten bit? Scratched?" she questioned. She smiled warmly at him, trying to make up for her friends freaking out.


Madi glanced back at Cam and gave him a smile as he stalked back to stand by Dayes.


"I can't believe this," he said, angry at Madi for being so careless. "She's probably gonna invite him to go with us," he muttered, holstering his gun. "So, what was all that about 'watching eyes'?" he questioned, focus drifting away from Madi and the man. This was the first time that Cam had actually had a non-sarcastic conversation with Dayes. It was weird. Cam crossed his arms, keeping one eye on Madi to make sure she would be okay. He scanned the surrounding area, making sure there wouldn't be anymore surprise visitors.


"Don't worry about them," Madi said, gesturing towards Dayes and Cam. "They're relatively harmless. Just concerned. I suppose we all are now," she explained with a shrug. "I'm Madison, by the way," she introduced, shifting her bow to her left hand to extend for him to shake. "Listen, it's not so safe on your own. Why don't you come with us? I can probably convince the guys. I mean, Cam wouldn't go anywhere without me and Dayes wouldn't go off on his own. It should be fine," she said, smiling. She always wanted to help people. Since this guy was travelling alone, she knew it would be better if they stuck together. He had a bike, though. Maybe they could put it somewhere for the time being. Vehicles would be a good idea actually. Maybe they should invest some time into acquiring some.
 
(okay, before I post, I want to point out that I have talked with AC, and that I have permission to play the character Clair, until AC feels they have the time to post. Now that that is out of the way... onwards, to posting!)


Clair woke up with a short scream that she quickly tried to stifle, it wasn't a good idea to make loud noises in a place like this, but the dream had shocked her pretty badly. She bit her lip and looked out the window, she had seen Tyler die again, only this time she hadn't escaped with Lee, and once the walkers were done with Tyler they came for the two girls.


Lee had dozed off while she waited for Clair to wake up and hearing the girl scream startled her out of her doze, got her heart to racing, she looked around to figure out what had scared the girl before she realized that it must have been a nightmare. Lee reached out to her and patted her shoulder, "It's alright, it was just a dream." she said gently.


Clair looked at her and nodded when she spoke, it was just a dream, she knew that, but it was terrible when you woke up and the nightmare was still there since you were now living in a nightmare.


Lee smiled at her, trying to look reassuring, they needed to get moving, to get supplies, she started the car, "We're going to have to go for supplies." Lee told her, she glanced at Clair as she put the car in drive and pulled back out onto the road.


"Do we have to? We're alone again... what if we get hurt? There won't be anyone to help us." she said, still remembering Tyler's death and how easy it could be to die.


Lee frowned some, though she quickly put the smile back on her face before answering, "Don't worry, remember our first run? We did fine on our own, we just have to be quiet. We'll park the car inside the town and go on foot from there. Everything will be fine." she said, she really hoped that she was right about that, this wasn't the time for things to go wrong, not with how badly Clair was taking Tyler's death. "You know I'm going to be there for you, right?" she asked, looking at her for a moment before looking at the road again.


"I know, Lee." Clair said, she looked out the window as they drove into town, she hoped that Lee was right about them being okay.


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Jaxson moved quickly, he knew that a car would be faster, but for now he just wanted to walk, he had a backpack filled with supplies on his back. He knew that eventually he would be needing more, but for now he had plenty, he also knew that there would be no point in carrying more than he could handle or he would just tire himself out, and that was a good way to get yourself killed. He continued walking, weaving through the cars, not even really bothering to glance inside them, he wasn't planning to raid the cars until he had a reason to.


Jax tried not to think about the things in the cars, it was hard to think that some of them had ever been human considering that they were so rotted, and yet they would get up and come after you if they could. He couldn't help but wonder what caused this to happen, though at the same time he was sure that he probably wouldn't like the answer. He shook his head as he walked, carrying his tonfa in one hand, he would be able to get ready to defend himself quickly if the need arose. He had his gun in a holster at his hip, though he had learned quickly that it was best not to use a gun if you didn't have to, which is why he kept the tonfa.


He noticed that he was coming to a town, that would be good at least, he would be able to get supplies and decide what to do from there. He wondered if he would find anyone alive in the town, or if it was just filled with walkers. He stopped for a moment as he heard a car starting, then he started walking again, at least he knew there was someone out there living... unless walkers learned how to drive, that would be disturbing.


(Jax is coming to the town from a different way, Lee and Clair are coming from the same way, but Jax was back farther)
 
Ember rode on the highway for what seemed like hours. She finally stopped and hopped off her motorcycle. Glancing into the windows of different cars, water bottles caught her eye. She took 3 of them and placed 2 in her bag. She took a swig of one and capped it before placing it in her bag. She then hopped on her bike and begin to ride and weave through the cars on her way to a town. Up ahead she could see a walker or a human(Jaxson). She sped up and sped past him. She sharply turned on her bike and raised her gun as she shut the motorcycle off. She eyed him and smiled.


"Well, well, well. I'm not alone."


She hopped off her bike and approached the human(Jaxson) with a open hand to shake. She eyed him and huffed as she raised her gun, taking out an walker that was coming up from between some cars. "Names Ember."
 
Johann paused when bounding across the roof of the building, glancing behind him swiftly when a voice caught his attention. Was he having hallucinations again? No way was there someone else.. he knew it was a few hours since he had water, so it could easily of been the prickling of dehydration. I mean, who had the time to stop and take a drink of some lovely H2O nowadays? "Whoever you are, you can move along now! I don't plan on having some poor old sod team up with me!" He shouted after the man, leaping from one building to another which were only couple feet apart in length. The gnarls of the dead soon died down, and it grew silent, faint voices wandering along with the wind from somewhere in town. There were more? "Bloody hell." He hissed, taking a seat to get a breath. This was the very reason why he stayed inside, was to avoid people like this, now they appeared to be everywhere. "I haven't got the time for this." Johann rubbed the mess of raven curls on his head, peering from over the edge to get a nice view of the streets below. They seemed clear.. where were the voices coming from?
 
Boy was he lacking the physical strength to run for this long.. Michael, even though breathing awfully hard, continued to run after him, even glancing behind himself a few times to check if the dead were after them. Although, after a few long minutes, it didn't appear so. "Oi, you insensitive prick, I'm not old!" Michael shouted after him, already getting a little worked up over the casual insult. He was only in his early thirties.. that wasn't old, right? Sure he had a few wrinkles but.. really that didn't mean much. Bending over to get a quick breather, he leaped across that small gap and almost toppled over. "Oof." he muttered, regaining his balance. Surely that was the farthest he had leaped since his military days. "Alright mate," he raised both of his hands when approaching the rather posh looking male on the roof in the far corner, flashing an awkward smile. "I'm friendly, don't.. don't be alarmed."
 
Jessie looked up at the sky... it was getting later and later.


The biker boy began to speak. In a almost nervous tone he tried to reason with the other 3... Giving pretty logical arguments about how he was not after them...


But something peeked Jessie's interest. He said the people left the town to go find food elsewhere. So that means there is no food in this town? So he was he trying to use them for their own supplies... A crafty ploy by looking honest and friendly. Smart man Jessie thought to himself.


The girl of the group made her way to the biker or CJ as the man identified himself. She extended her hand and announcing herself As madison and as she did this the boy that he mistook for a female earlier holstered his weapon.


Looks like they aren't raiders or killers just a bunch of people looking to survive, like he was. They wouldn't do anything to him or rob him, he had nothing anyways.


Jessie breathed out a small little sigh. Well he had nothing to worry about... He began to think about how he needed to get to town he had things he needed to accomplish, he needed to find his family. But first he needed to get past this roadblock.


Jessie decided he didn't need to add to the whole drama with pulling a gun on them or sneaking up on them. He just wanted to get passed them. He slid the gun back into the holster and clipped it.


"screw it." he whispered to himself.


He stood up and put his hands behind his heads like he was resting on them, and angled his head towards the sky. Using the widened distance from the group and the car he was behind. He stayed far to the left of them on the road and began to walk past them. Humming a song to himself, to make him less nervous and to make him look like he didn't care about them.
 
"Run into them? I'm surprised I'm still alive after what I've been through... Sure, I've had a lot of close calls but no scratches or anything." he answered her. "I try to avoid them when possible..." he added. CJ glanced at the other guy for a moment. He seemed pissed off for some reason. It was relieving to know that at least the chick was nice. He understood where they were standing. She apologized and introduced herself as she gave him a warm smile. "Nah... it's alright. Recent events could make anyone unsettled to say the least." her companions were now talking with each other. CJ looked at her as she extended her hand. "It's nice to meet you." he replied and gently shook her hand after hearing her name.


Madi extended an invitation for him to join them. CJ was skeptical about the idea. He wasn't quite sure what they were capable of. Sure they know how to kill these things but he wasn't sure if they were good for anything else. He always preferred to travel light, both literally and figuratively. He was afraid that he'd see another massacre or they'd weigh him down. What better way to know more about them than to observe them in action. "Look, I appreciate the offer but I'll have to think about it for a while." he told her. "Did you guys just walked to this town?" he curiously asked. He looked at all of them and asked himself if they knew what they were doing.
 
Eyes of grey wondered the land, looking for anything that might be trouble, or of usefulness. Clint Morte and his horse Mallic were the only two survivors of the family ranch he had lived on. Now, it was just these two. Clint, a tall, muscular man. His hair and beard was jet black, his skin was rather tan. There was a scar over his left eye, but he could still see through it. He was dressed in a black cowboy hat, with what appeared to be crocodile teeth around the brim, His shirt was black and white, with running horses across the chest. His jacket was black. His jeans black as well, and his cowboy boots, without spurs, where red and black.


His horse Mallic was a black and white stallion, a tall proud and strong horse. Now the two were sitting upon a hill, with a steep fall to one side. Clint's narrowed eyes searched the land to see anything of use, aside from the town. Towns had more zombies than out here, so he did his best to avoid them. It seemed he'd not have a choice this time.


So, after pulling out a cigar, and a match, and lighting it, he started his horse down the hill. It seemed the town wouldn't be more than a half an hour by horse, so he'd have to be careful. He simply wished that he'd not run into anyone. Living or dead. The living due to how they become the dead, and the dead due to how they are evil incarnate.
 
Lee pulled into town and shut the engine off, she looked around, glancing up to the sky, she frowned as she saw how dark it was getting. She knew that they shouldn't make their run in the dark, it would be best if they camped out in the car, though she did want to make sure that everything was safe first, and they did need to see about eating something, they still had some supplies left. "Clair, I need you to stay here, I'm going to quickly make sure that everything is safe around here, and then we can eat." she said. She watched as Clair bit her lip and nodded, she knew that Lee always tried to make sure that they were going to be safe, and that she wouldn't go too far.


Lee grabbed the keys, then she grabbed her bat as well as her gun, she wanted to make sure that if she did run into trouble she would be ready. She locked the doors to the car, hoping to keep Clair as safe as possible while she was gone, and then she left. Lee checked the area, going pretty far out, every thing seemed quiet, there were the sounds of walkers in the distance, but they didn't sound close at all. It seemed that as long as they were quiet everything would be fine.


Lee turned to return to the car, and to Clair, she was anxious to get back, at least when Tyler was with them, he could go looking and she stayed with Clair, it made it to where she knew that she was safe. She didn't like leaving her behind on her own, she found it strange that after just a month she already felt so attached to her, but she didn't want to see her get hurt. She looked up and noticed a walker standing right in front of her, it must have wandered out from beside a building nearby, she gasped, quickly biting her lip to keep it from becoming a scream as she looked at the decaying corpse in front of her, she took a step back, then quickly raised her bat, striking it on the head with all her strength, it was enough to knock it to the ground, giving her the chance to finish it off with a few quick blows to the head.


She shuddered and continued on her way back to the car, she noticed the blood on herself and decided that she would use a small amount of their water to wash it off, she couldn't leave it on her for longer than she had to.


Clair watched as she walked to the car, she noticed the blood and quickly unlocked the door and got out, running to her, "Are you okay?" she asked when she was close, looking her over quickly.


Lee nodded, "It's not my blood." she said, and went to clean herself off at least some.


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Jax glanced behind him when he heard the motorcycle coming up behind him, he moved out of the way, not wanting to get ran over. He watched as she kept going for a bit and then suddenly turned around, shutting the engine off, he placed his hand on his gun, though he didn't draw it. He watched her walk toward him with an open hand, then watched as she shot a walker, at least she was a good shot, though it would have been better if she hadn't shot it, that caused a lot of unnecessary noise.


He took her offered hand and shook it, "I'm Jaxson." he said, he let go of her hand, glancing past her at the motorcycle, "Heading for the town that's nearby?" he asked, though he knew that she could be going further, he did still wonder. He seemed like a friendly guy, though for all anyone knew that could be nothing but an act, especially in the world they lived in now.
 
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