Zombie Apocalypse: Take a Bite (IC Thread)

Jessie was now parallel with the group Madison and CJ and the other 2 males. a good 20 feet separated them. he was still trying to be as quiet as possible and show no signs of ill intent or interest in them at all.


Jessie simply wanted to pass. He thought about his family his brothers and most of all his parents. Would they still be okay, and if they were could he survive long enough to find them. He thought about the chaotic family dinners when people brought their significant others over and all the bickering and bolstering their ego's will other family members tried to embarrass and destroy them. He smiled at all these memories he started to think about. Lost in his own trail of thought as he continued to walk towards his goal his destination.


He understood they may see him or they may not. Being to focused on this CJ he may be able to slip by or at least make them pay no mind to him. He didn't care either way.


Jessie didn't need anchors around his ankles slowing him down from his goal. He would never care about them like he would his family. Their survival meant nothing to him just another statistic.
 
Ember smiled and nodded her head. "Yea. Aint font nothin' much of supplies." She glanced over her shouder and looked at her bag. She then glanced at Jax "You need some water or food?" She placed her gun back in the holster on her thigh and walked over to her motorcycle. She pulls out a water and a granola bar. She offered it to him as she looked up and down the road. "Also you need a lift?" She cocks her head to the side and raises her eye brow.
 
After getting cleaned up Lee fixed a cold dinner for herself and Clair, not wanting to take the chance of drawing too much attention to themselves, she remembered hearing from Tyler about some people he had met that had robbed him and then left him for dead, that was right before Lee noticed him and he joined their group. Now that it was just Lee and Clair again Lee didn't want to take any chances of them being noticed too easily. Of course, someone coming into town where they were wouldn't be able to miss them, for the moment they were sitting on the back of the car, Lee wanted a chance to be outside before getting into the car to sleep for the night.


"You know.... when I moved to the city... the one thing I found myself missing the most... was the stars." Lee said as she stared up at the sky, it was still too early for stars, but she could imagine them.


Clair looked at her, though she didn't say anything as she looked up at the sky, she smiled some, also imagining the stars. She was still upset from losing Tyler, but at least she was able to smile about things.


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Jaxson looked at Ember, watching as she returned the gun to her holster, he remained tense, watching her, he had seen a few things that certainly made him think that caution would be his best chance of survival. He smiled some, "No, I have enough food for myself, I'll be alright." he said, and it was true, he had plenty of food and water stored in his pack.


"I actually wanted to walk, though if you want you are free to join me." he said, after staying at his parents' house and mourning he felt that he needed to clear his mind, and walking was a good way to do that. He continued to watch Ember, though he had invited her to join his walk, he would be cautious around her at least until he knew that he could trust her.
 
A motionless highway was a rare spectacle. The only difference from the norm is that this highway had several parked cars, some crashed, some flipped, some just simply parked. All were rusty and never to move again. The motionlessness was disrupted as something just outside the road's boundary passed. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that it was simply a boy with a respirator and a pair of googles with a backpack on his bike.


The boy had never seen a silent highway, out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but fields for miles. It was eerie, in a way. Usually, there were cars zooming by at seventy miles per hour that didn't stop for anything. Normally, there weren't piles of crashed cars, which were little more than rusted shrapnel with flies around them now. Not even the zombies could beat the insects that inhabited the planet.


He was shaken from his thoughts, as he swerved around a ditch.


Who's he, you ask? Well, he, is Nick, and sometimes Wall by his friends.


Nick was currently riding a bicycle just outside the highway's road. He preferred this form of transportation over cars and feet. Cars were faster, but they required fuel an were loud. Feet didn't require any fuel, but were much slower. A bicycle is faster than any zombie, could carry a few bags of items, and didn't require any fuel.


He clenched the brakes of the bike, and slowed to a stop. Planting a foot on the ground to keep his balance, Nick swung his arm around, and pulled a small red backpack around. He reached in, and pulled out a half empty plastic water bottle. He clenched his hand around the lid, and twisted the lid off. Keeping a hold of the lid, and lifted the bottle to his face, and pulled the respirator down, allowing the clear liquid to flow past his lips, he took a few gulps of the substance, before resting his arm down on his leg. Clean water was critical for survival. He was glad he had learned that lesson before taking this highway. He would've died of dehydration much earlier if he hadn't prepared. He had grabbed the first respirator he could find and had kept it since. He didn't want to take the chance of the virus being airborne, and with all the corpses around, it had saved his noes much heart ache. The goggles were nothing if not useful for keeping debris out of his eyes. Every once in a while a walker would get to close for comfort and having infected spit get in your eyes pretty much just infected you, so he kept the ones he had. He had no regrets. He screwed the lid back on, and placed it back in his backpack.


He checked the rest of the contents within his backpack out of habit. Another dual drum magazine for his G36, a M60 ammo box he stored at the bottom of his backpack that his dad had given to him when he came back from his tour in Iraq. The box was filled with spare G36 rounds. It had once held airsoft BB's when life was easier, an usually held enough to last him the entire game.


He momentarily congratulated himself for being able to raid that gun store without setting off the alarm. Well, the owner was angry with him. Made him go out to get him three two liter bottles of coke. Making him go through several trips to get the coke, only to put it in a small shoot so that the owner wouldn't have to get off his butt and come down from his little fortress on the roof. He wondered why he even bothered. It wasn't like the guy could do anything to him. Right?


After his ammo and magazine, came some more water bottles, a few cans of soup, some flint, a roll of toilet paper, some rope, his hunting binoculars, some duck-tape, and a bag of Ruffels chips? Where did he get the chips? All he remembered grabbing was the soup cans and the water. Why the- when did he grab chips?


He raised an eyebrow, before zipping the backpack back up and slinging it back around his shoulder, and put his arm through the other loop. It might have been a mystery, but it was still food. He wouldn't complain. He would eat it when he was hungry, and he wasn't that hungry right now. He momentarily fiddled with the sash that kept his gun, which was below his backpack on his back, attached to his person, checking to make sure it was secure. He didn't want his G36 to fall while riding and break the stand, or the A.C.O.G sight, or the magazine. It would be noisy and could result in the inability to defend himself. His knife wasn't the best for fighting zombies. He might toss it for a crowbar if he could find one.


And with that, he continued to move, perhaps he could join a group of survivors. There were safety in numbers, after all. He was good, but two sets of eyes watching would always be better than one. He pulled a small journal out of his pocket, and flipped through some of the pages. He had been traveling with a girl that went by the name of Jackie recently, before she found some of her family who were heading down to Savana, Georgia. She had told him something he would never forget. He flipped to the very last page, eyes the blank paper for a moment before taking out a small pen from his other pocket. He began to write in it.


He had read in some survival books that writing was a way to keep ones mind from falling off the deep end in the absence of another being. He had taken it to heart, and grabbed a good pen and a small pocket journal the first chance he got in case he would ever be traveling alone. He thanked himself for his foresight. Removing the pen from the finished note, he clicked it, and put it back into his pocket.


'March, 6, 2013,


Watching the world burn and crumble beneath me, I wonder what was to become with all of this. What was there to look forward to? Death? Contempt that we had survived while so many others died? Whichever the answer, I wish not to know. I only know that it is a cruel joke that an young one like me survived while so many women and children have perished. But that's all passed us now.


If by chance you happen upon this journal, I'm afraid my story has come to its end, and it is my hope that the others who had journeyed with me are still safe and have found a small measure of peace they fought so hard to attain. At first, we all had our differences, our likes, our dislikes, and everything in-between. But we became much more than acquaintances during our travels. We became family. We trust each other. We look after our own. Jackie was right; we live for today and tomorrow…


…And whatever days may come after that.'


The writing wasn't exactly neat, but it was readable. Thats what he was aiming for. He wanted the journal so others could recount his journey and experiences in the apocalypse. His mistakes, his triumphs, his falls, his rising, and everything in between, in hope that others would learn from him. His 'family' was any of the traveling partners he had been with on his journey. Some were short, others long, but every one he felt he could trust, and trusted him back. Every person had their differences, but getting over them to work as one?


That was trust.


He put the journal and pen back in his pocket, and got back on his bike, pedaling off at a slow place as to save energy.


He would live through today, and tomorrow.


And if he was lucky,


Whatever days would come after that.
 
Ember smiled to Jax. "Well where are you headed?" She then moves over to her motorcycle and begin pushing it toward the way he was walking. "C,mon" She loudly whispered to him. "Strength in numbers right?" she asked him as she held on to the handle bars of her harley. She watched him closely seeing he was somewhat on edge around her. Cant trust the living She thought to her self.


(Sorry its so short ;-; Im really busy)
 
(Alright... Here we go. Dino has said that he will be dropping the RP, and asked that I take his character out. Hope I did a decent job. [MENTION=2671]Dino[/MENTION] rawr)


Dayes had made it very clear how he felt about anyone else joining their group, they could only bring trouble, and with how loud everyone was being he couldn't help but felt uneasy. He looked around, keeping an eye out for the walkers that could be lurking nearby, after checking the area his eyes drifted back to CJ, Madison, and Cam. His eyes noticed movement off to the side and he noticed as someone else was walking by them, trying to keep their distance, at least that one was being quiet, so he saw no need to bother them.


Suddenly he felt someone's hand fall heavily upon his shoulder, he pulled away, turning quickly, finding himself staring into the dead eyes of a walker. He noticed the drool dribbling down it's chin and thought of how disgusting these creatures were a second before he brought his machete up, and then down into it's skull with a sickening thud that sent tremors up his arm. He breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled the machete out, watching as the dead body fell to the ground, never to get up again. He looked around quickly, suddenly noticing that there were more coming, stumbling toward the group that was gathered near him, "Watch out!" he called, though still trying not to raise his voice too loud, he wanted to at least warn them of the coming danger.


He noticed that there were three more walkers coming toward him, not counting those that were heading toward the group, as one of them got closer he quickly swung the machete, beheading it. He raised his gun to shoot another one that was stumbling its way toward him, arms outstretched to grab him at it's earliest opportunity. As he took aim a different walker latched onto his arm and took a big bite, he screamed with a mixture of surprise and pain, pushing the walker away with the hand that still held his machete, in the same movement he pulled his arm back and quickly shoved the machete through the walker's head. He stared in disbelief at the bleeding hole in his arm, "Dammit!" he said harshly, not wanting to accept that he had been bitten, but there was no way to deny it. He glanced toward the group, seeing that Madison and Cam were alright was at least good. There was still one more walker to take care of, and he walked toward it and took it out easily.


Dayes watched as the walker fell to the ground, then he looked down at his arm, he knew what a bite meant, he might as well already be dead, in fact... he was; just a walking corpse that hadn't fallen yet. It seemed that his luck had run out, but he was glad the group was safe. "Well, you will be better off without me..." he said, he sucked at goodbyes, so he didn't wait around for theirs. Instead he just ran off, and when he was a good distance away, they heard the gunshot that ended his life, at least he got to go out as a human instead of a walker.


(@Autumn @Red you can have your characters killing the walkers that are coming at you, but they will be dead before Dayes kills the last.)


(@Humor Your character might have walkers coming at them as well, with your character being close to them, but that is up to you)


(@Liztopher @Slinkerz Are you two coming back?)
 
Madi nodded. "Yup. Walked all the way here," she answered with a shrug. A vehicle wouldn't of been much use on the way here with all the cars on the highway. Perhaps eventually it would be useful. She hadn't been paying attention. How she wished she had stayed next to Dayes after what was about to happen.


She saw a zombie stumbling towards her out of the corner of her eye before she heard Dayes cry out in pain. Something in her switched off and she nocked an arrow, loosing it into the forehead of the oncoming dead. She quickly nocked another and turned towards Dayes, ready to shoot. It was over, though. She watched him walk over, taking out the last walker. Her eyes drifted to the wound on his arm and tears stung her eyes. "D-Dayes," she called before he turned, running out of sight. He couldn't possibly believe that they were better off without him. She sniffed and wiped at her eyes. The gravity of what had just occurred weighed on her heart heavily. She sunk to the ground, realizing that Dayes was gone. He was never coming back. She sunk to the ground, silent tears spilling out onto her cheeks. Flinching at the sound of the gunshot, she gasped and cried as quietly as possible, not wanting to attract more of the walkers.


Was that what her life was now? She couldn't even mourn properly without fear of dying herself. She stared at her hands folded in her lap. How could she go on? Realization hit her like a truck: soon it would be Cam or herself. She looked up at her life-long friend with red, puffy eyes.


Cam had sunk his own machete into two walkers but could do nothing for Dayes. He hadn't cared that much for the guy but this wasn't the fate that he would have wished on anyone. He rubbed his temples, not noticing his friend until the gunshot sounded and she cried audibly. Dropping his hand, he looked at her, shuffling over. He gently pulled her up, setting her on her feet and looking into her eyes.


"I know this sucks but we have to keep going," he said, his voice gruff. She shrugged out of his grip, walking over to the body that had fallen with her arrow sticking from its forehead. She cautiously put her boot on the chest of the dead, pulling it out in one smooth motion. "Well, that was a nice shot," he muttered, standing next to his friend and looking at the body. He suddenly turned to CJ. "We're moving out. You're welcome to join us if you like," he said flatly, turning on his heels. Looking at Jessie, he extended the same invitation. "You can join us, but you go by my rules," he said, grabbing Madi's wrist and beginning to walk towards the town, not concerned about the others.


Madison had kept it to herself why she really wanted to come to this town: she and her sister had always agreed that they would meet here in an emergency. Of course, they had agreed to that five years earlier and this wasn't necessarily the emergency she had thought of. Truthfully, she was almost certain her sister had forgotten. She had to try. She walked alongside Cam, eyes glazed over, lost in thought. What if her sister had met the same fate. She shuddered at the thought and quickly pushed it from her mind.
 
In a twisted, morbid sort of way, one could say that Alexis was actually having fun. Alexis has been a loner for much of her life, so being off on her own wasn't a big deal. The only person of import she had in her life was her boss, and it wasn't like they were that close when he had to be killed. And having worked for the past couple of years in a junk yard, putting anything from a washing machine to an Oldsmobile back together, had actually prepared her for life in the wild. It was all a game to her, a scavenger hunt or sorts. That's not to say that on more than a few occasions she hadn't been in a tough spot. Once, she had to barricade herself into a hotel when she got upon the bright idea of that there would be a lot of supplies there. For some reason, she just assumed that all the residents had just left and couldn't imagine that they all got stuck in their rooms. It took a little ingenuity and a lot of sheets, but she finally managed to get out of there.





Now, with her backpack on her back and tools on her belt, she found herself walking into the small town of Bakersfield. Having never been here before, and since the light was fading, she decided that she should find a quiet place to settle in for the night. This would also give her a chance to get her bearings of a town that she hadn't been to before. Fortunately, she had entered into the part of town that, before the fall, would have been one of the least reputable parts of town. The benefit for her though, was that most of the businesses around here had steel bars to cover the windows and the doors. Unfortunately, it seems that the owners of these shops had decided to barricade themselves into them.





This didn't deter Alexis at all, as it wouldn't be the first store that she had to break into. And with all the power having been off for quite some time now, she didn't have to worry about that little problem. After making a quick look around, she didn't see anyone, or anything, in the near vicinity and thus went to work on getting the gates open.


(How's that?)
 
Zodiac woke from his light and uneasy slumber, looking around frantically, not recognising the land he was in. Where was the bamboo forest of the dojo's training grounds? Where were the other students? The sensei's? The monks? He could find no sign of them with his wandering gaze. It was then that he remembered. They were dead. Everyone was dead. He was in a whole other country now. He looked over to see his raven perched calmly on a branch above his head. 'Nanahara, come here.' He said in a low but commanding tone. He spoke english fairly well for someone who grew up in Japan. Namely because his tutors felt he ought to learn many languages at a young age lest he find himself in a situation where he desperately needed someone to understand him. Like the one he found himself in, he thought to himself as he stood, holding a hand to the raven. She blinked at him, cocking her head to the side as if considering his command before following through, spreading her wings to land on his gloved hands. He smiled grimly. 'Let us go, Nanahara.' He said in a quiet tone, checking his pack was fully sealed and all his belongings inside. He then secured his weapon around his waist and shouldered his waterproof sack, heading into the darkness. Maybe he would come into contact with some of the uninfected. He could only hope so. He was running low on supplies and it had been days since he'd left the last town. It had been just as long since he'd run into anymore walkers, he mused to himself, humming a gently lullaby to keep his nerves calmed as he traipsed cautiously through the dark. He didn't know what the dangers of this country was, but he was hoping that he could avoid most of them. Eventually his feet hit tarmac and he looked down in surprise to see the ever stretching road. 'Well Hara, I suppose it has to lead somewhere right?' He said aloud to Nanahara, who cawed softly. He nodded. 'Right, let's go.'
 
Jax watched her, he tilted his head some, "For now I'm heading to the nearest town." he said with a shrug. He walked with her, he wasn't really meaning to be tense around her, it was just harder to relax considering that you never knew what kind of people you were dealing with even before things got so difficult. "Yeah, strength in numbers." he agreed with her, it was a good thing to have someone at your side, or someone to watch your back, as long as you could trust that someone.


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Lee sighed some and stretched, she was tired, but she knew that someone had to keep watch, she knew that Clair could keep watch, but she felt that she shouldn't have to. Lee didn't want her to have to grow up faster than she should have to, though she knew that was a foolish way to think of things, in this world she would have to grow up quickly, and become cold. It wouldn't be easy to survive as a child. She hated the thought of anyone having a baby in a world like this, where they wouldn't have any sort of a childhood. Maybe some day things would get better, but she didn't see it happening any time soon.


Clair looked at Lee, she could see that she was tired, but she had the feeling that the older girl had no plans to sleep. She wasn't stupid, she knew that Lee had taken Tyler's death hard as well, she noticed how little Lee slept now, how tired she looked. She knew these things, but she also knew that Lee was trying to make sure everything worked out fine, and she liked her for that. She knew that Lee would eventually get her to her mother, and she knew that her mother was going to be alive. Maybe her mother would even ask Lee to stay with them since Lee had been doing such a great job of taking care of her considering the circumstances.





([MENTION=2753]CaterpilAli[/MENTION] They are right inside the town, sitting on the back of their car.)
 
([MENTION=4162]Serenity_Black[/MENTION] i assumed as much, im making zodiac start out further away because i dont know exactly where everyone is xD )
 
(Hey, I joined the Accepting Thread :P And I was wondering if well... I was accepted! ^_^ " Haha, just sayin; I'd want my characters to end up in groups, not loner-hood. I think an interesting idea for Finn (If I'm let in (rhyming!) would be that he kinda 'breaks into' a hideout to sleep after a rough night (his friend being bitten and turning on him) Then he could be found in the morning... Idk. With Jo, she could just kinda be found along the way.. :P Haha)
 
( @TheHarlequinCat I have not had a chance to look at it yet. I have been busy, plus with it being the weekend and me spending time with my husband (especially since he was home yesterday) I have not even read your characters yet. I have taken a cursory glance, but have not had the chance to decide yet. Posting in the IC thread is not a way to make me speed up my decision under the circumstances. Please have a little patience, I might look at it today, but it will probably be tomorrow.)


 
A town? Could it be? Zodiac wondered to himself as he moved Nanahara to perch on his shoulder. 'There may be some survivors.' He told the bird, a small sliver of hope in his mind as he jogged towards it, causing the raven to launch off his shoulder in ruffled annoyance. 'Sorry, sorry.' He said, not slowing down. it was highly possible that there were survivors. But it was just as possible that the town was just filled with walkers. Either way. A town meant hope. And hope was good. He ran into the town, slowing down to a creep as he spotted a group of walkers. He cursed under his breath and tried to sneak past. unfortunately at that moment more came from around a corner and he found himself surrounded. His only option was to run deeper into the centre of town and hope he'd lose them. unfortunately that wasn't the case. He spotted a car parked on the side of the road and tried to open the door but it was locked. 'Damn it.' He didn't see the shape of two people in the vehicle as he turned away and drew his weapon. 'Alright, let's do this.' He said, taking an offensive stance and then charging at the walkers.
 
The two companions made their way through the maze of vehicles, wandering towards the town. Tears had stopped rolling from Madi's eyes but the lump sat firmly in her throat and it felt like her stomach was filled with ice. She surveyed the eerily quiet road as they walked, the sound of their feet hitting the ground the only discernable sound of life. Madi couldn't help the immense feeling of dread that was pooling in her stomach. Dayes was gone. She had only known him for a little while. She suspected that most of what she was feeling was worry: she was afraid that her sister might have met the same fate. Madi continued, deciding that she was ready to face whatever awaited her. Truthfully, she wasn't sure if her sister would be here. Madi had tried to call her sister a few days before everything completely fell apart but she barely managed to tell her sister to go to their childhood meeting place before the call was dropped. All the could do was hope that her younger sister understood.


Exhaustion made her limbs feel heavy and detached as she and Cam made it to the outskirts of the town. Looking around, Madi couldn't believe that this was the same place she had travelled to as a child: it looked like a ghost town. On high alert now, the two of them silently made their way down the street, Madi in the lead. She knew what she was looking for. She jogged over to the sidewalk, staying close to the building, Cam following right behind. She froze suddenly and Cam had to jump back to keep himself from knocking her over. There was a figure about one hundred yards down the road. Madi's heart leapt at first, but the movement of the figure told her this wasn't her sister. She hoped it wasn't, at least. She rounded the corner, finally catching sight of her destination: a diner. The fabric overhang, once a bright red, hung in tatters. The windows were rather dusty but still intact. Madi suddenly broke out into a sprint, making a beeline for the door. She grabbed the cool metal handle and pulled, spilling light into the murky restaurant. Dust danced in the light shining through the doorway but there were no signs of life.


"Emma," Madi called, her words sounding alien and loud. She called once more, listening for any hint of a reply. There was silence. Cam pushed through the doorway, searching the diner for any walkers. He disappeared into the kitchen and Madi made her way to a booth. She sat on the cracked red leather seats and stared blankly at the counter. She set her bow on the smooth tabletop along with her backpack. Cam emerged from the back, pausing in the doorway, looking worried, before his eyes fell on Madi.


"She isn't here," Cam muttered, slinding into the seat across from her. "You could have told me you were looking for her," he added, averting his eyes. Madi could tell he was hurt by her silence. She just shook her head and sighed. What were they supposed to do now? As if reading her mind, Cam said, "I think we should stay here for the night." When Madi nodded, he stood, doing another sweep of the restaurant. He grabbed a few chairs and propped them against the back door, adding a table to his defenses before he wandered into the back, Madi tagging along.





"Any food back here?" she asked, walking in. The smell of rotting food hit her and she quickly covered her mouth, sputtering. Cam laughed at her before looking through the shelves for any canned or edible foods. He pushed a few boxes that looked like they'd been found by rats before them out of the way and revealed dusty cans. With a triumphant smile, he gathered an armfull and walked with Madi to a table, dumping the cans out and looking at the labels.


"Veggies, mostly," he said to Madi's unasked question. Pulling a can opener from his bag, he opened the can and set it on the table between the two of them: carrots and peas. In no mood to complain, Madi poured some into her palm and popped them into her mouth one by one as she wandered to the window and stared at the lifeless road. She quietly wondered if there was anyone else here. She certainly didn't plan on looking for them. She also didn't plan on leaving anytime soon. What if her sister were to arrive after they had left? No, she decided. She would wait.
 
After sitting on the back of the car and talking with each other for a while Clair and Lee moved into the car, Lee wanted Clair to get some more rest even though Lee was the one that was exhausted. It ended up with Lee sitting in the front seat dozing, she wouldn't sleep in the back seat since she was still used to thinking that Tyler was back there. She was starting to slip into a deeper sleep when Clair grabbed her arm and said, "Look." sounding almost excited and frightened at the same time.


Lee's eyes snapped open with a gasp, though she did manage to stay pretty still, she looked out Clair's window as a man came running toward the car and tried to open the door. Then she noticed the walkers. She bit her lip and looked at Clair, her look said it all, she was afraid of helping, but at the same time she knew that she couldn't just let the man get killed by the walkers, she reached into the back seat and grabbed her bat, moving it to the front seat, she also unlocked the doors with a quick push of a button. She got out of the car quickly, moving around to the other side of the car. She hit a walker in the head as hard as she could, and it went down, though she still had to hit it again to make sure. "Get in the car, it's unlocked now." she said to the man, she moved quickly, hitting another walker, and then took a few quick steps back. Her sudden appearance had distracted the walkers from him, and drawn some of them to her at least. She hoped that it would buy him enough time to get in the car, she also hoped that she would be able to run back around and get into the car without getting bitten.


Clair watched from inside the car, her eyes were wide, she hoped that Lee would be alright, she didn't think that she could handle losing her right now, not so soon after losing Tyler. She was also unsure of this new man, but she understood why Lee was helping him. She decided that she wanted to help too, she crawled into the back seat and quickly opened the door, though mostly so that she could call out to him, "Hurry up." she said quietly, hoping it was loud enough for him to hear, but not to draw the walkers that Lee was trying so hard to distract.


 
Josephine Louise Adkins, informally known as Jo or Ms. Adkins, was quietly making her way on-foot through the forest. She clutched the rifle close to her as she came closer to a town; even though she figured it was a bad idea. Either she'd be greeted with more filthy walkers, or she'd finally find a group of suitable people who didn't turn as vicious as bloodthirsty coyotes. Not too long ago, she'd had to put her beloved pet horse out of its misery; as it had sustained a horrific breaking of bone, being an old horse who had lived many years with her.


She had been riding horseback and carrying all her luggage on the horse, named Tilly. Her heart still ached for the poor dear, but she knew that was the least of her worries. She had a grave disadvantage without her transportation, and was faced with the decision of giving up hope or finding people to bind together with. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a frizzy bun, and she had a cautious careful tread through the woods. She wore a satchel that contained what remained of her supplies. She had a few pieces of stale cornbread, two canteens of water, a frying pan, and some extra clothing for when it got colder. Jo knew she was better prepared than a few other unfortunate souls she'd seen, homeless empty shells of people deteriorating on the streets.


Zombies too weak to even fight for blood. Josephine let out a shallow sigh as she came closer to the small town, and she found that her old bones were aching by this point. All she wanted was to sit down and rest, but that wasn't commonly found nowadays. Not now that the world had basically gone to hell. Josephine wiped a droplet of sweat from her upper brow, but kept her movements near silent; in fear that she'd be attacked from behind or draw more attention with gunshots. The rifle had been her Papa's, and she didn't hesitate to take it off the mantle and use it on the first walker she saw. It had been one of her neighbors, a big redhead woman who had the horrible habit of trampling her flower garden with her ruthless stallion; and Jo personally believed that the world was better without that wretched woman. Now that seemed like an entire lifetime ago, where her biggest problem was whether or not the crops would bloom on time and that the chickens would lay enough eggs.
 
Eugene Finely Hart, a name that doesn't even remotely suit the young man trudging through the zombie-infested trail. He's weary, his limbs feel as though they were set afire, his stomach still aches from hurling up any contents in his stomach the previous night, and his heart still races on. He goes by Finn, no one could take him seriously with a name like Eugene, and has lived a tough life; partly on account of his own mistakes. This man is but a boy, he's only 19 years old; and has had so much anguish and rage rule him. The boy is full of fear, and still a bit shaky; weary and exhausted, he is near collapsing. His weariness is overpowering, and he is struggling to carry on. Flashes of the previous night's endeavors still terrify him, they still haunt him; and he remembers it all once again.


He is running with a friend, they've just split from the gang after a violent attack of the walking dead. The smell of decaying flesh and sounds of screaming still linger in his mind, and he doesn't know how long they've been sprinting; grabbing whatever weapons they could from the drug-infested warehouse before it went to hell completely. It's been a while, his chest is aching and he is literally stumbling; gasping for air before hearing a thud behind him, the sound of his friend hitting the grass. "Dude! Hurry!" He turned to see his friend hurling up the contents of his stomach, blood staining his clothing from the bloodbath in the warehouse. He kneels beside the older male, his knees scraping on jagged little rocks beneath him. "Don't... Don't do this, man, please." He nearly begged, shaking his heaving companion's shoulders desperately. "Please, please, please don't." He pleaded, getting more frantic and panicky as he saw his friend shake violently; sweat pouring from his skin. "Get... Get AWAY" his friend growled through clenched teeth, scratching at his own arms and tearing into the flesh with his dirtied nails. Finn spotted the many bite wounds decorating the other's burly strong arms, and he jumped back; tears threatening to fill his eyes, but he was too shocked to cry. "DAVID!" He cried, watching the man change before his very eyes; and lunge at him. Finn screamed, and whipped his pistol out; firing aimlessly into the night as fast as he could, not thinking straight with the overwhelming fright that ales him. His friend fell completely dead before his feet, blood oozing out of the holes in his body; his torso was slaughtered with bullets. Only then did Finn recognize his mistake, and he grabbed David's AK-47 gun from his side. His pistol was out of ammo, and ridiculously useless anyways. Eugene grabbed what ammo he could, and he was about to have a panic-attack. He was looting his friend's dead body, and the groaning sounds of zombies wasn't far off in the distance. They were drawn to the sound, drawn to attack him. Finn whimpered and grabbed what he could in the darkness, only lit by the moonlight, and ran as fast as he could into the forestry; not thinking that it could be crawling with walkers.


Finn trembles, as he trudges onwards; each footstep bringing more agony. The way he carried himself made him nearly appear like a walker himself, completely outdone by a night of running and fearing for his life. He's cold, his baggy hoodie not providing as much warmth as he'd hoped it to. A place to rest would leave him eternally grateful. Finn was tired, he'd kill for a cigarette; but anything that could potentially draw walkers sent him into a rein of terror once again. He strains to go on, having continued to push his body to its limits for the past weeks. Even before the zombie attack, he'd been having a rough time. He was literally on the streets, and a life of drugs, gangs, and downward spiral took hold of him. He was dishonest, conniving, hurting people left and right, being hurt himself; being beat down in alleyways and threatened ruthlessly. He gasps for air now, swaying as his vision blurs and birds dance around his head.


(Anyone want him in their group? :P I have a plan: He kind've trespasses to sleep in some people's group place, and yea xD )
 
Madison had been staring blankly out the window for a while now, hoping that her sister would soon come wandering towards the diner, disheveled, but still the happy girl she had always been. So, it was natural that Madi's heart leapt at the sight of someone making their way down the road. Madi was fairly certain that the woman couldn't see through the dusty, dark windows of the diner. As the woman approached, she noticed that this woman was too old to be her sister. In fact, she was quite a bit older than anyone else she had seen. She considered announcing to Cam that there was a woman out there but she knew he would keep her from announcing their presence. He had wandered to the back room once more so Madi made her way to the door as quietly as possible, carefully pushing it open and looking both ways down the street.


"Ma'am," she whisper-yelled, her voice carrying more than she intended it to down the near-deserted road. She waved her arms, hoping that she would see her. Cam would most likely be angry that she had left the diner. Madi didn't care, though. This woman was alone and Madi, as usual, felt the need to help her. She heard the door open behind her, Cam standing in the doorway.


"What the hell are you doing?" he demanded, his voice low. SHe could tell he was seething. She didn't care too much in all honesty. He was her friend and he'd just have to get used to the fact that she wanted to help people.


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Richard made his way easily through the underbrush of the woods, his daughter trudging with a bit more difficulty behind him. He glanced over his shoulder, checking on her. The young blonde girl surveyed the surrounding trees with distrustful blue eyes, searching for any movement. It had been a while since they had encountered any of the dead which, to River, meant there would be some around soon. Rich looked up at the sky and sighed. "We should stop for food," he said, just loud enough for his daughter to hear. She looked tired: the bags under her eyes and slow, deliberate movements told him that. She hadn't been eating much lately and that worried him. He knew she didn't sleep soundly but she tended to sleep through the night. He knew this because he took watch almost all nights. He couldn't sleep, anyway. The thought of being trapped in his mind scared him because he knew what awaited him there: his wife. Her face, so much like the girl's following him, popped into his mind's eye. Pushing the image from the forefront of his mind, he continued on for a few hundred yards before they emerged into a well-lit field filled with wildflowers. It would have been beautiful but for the two dead walking aimlessly.


Rich gestured to the one on the left and he made a beeline for the walker on the right. His strong legs propelled him across the field quickly and his muscles tensed as he brought the blood spattered machete down on the walker's head. The gurgling sounds stopped immediately and he pushed the dead body to the ground, turning to look at his daughter across the meadow.


River was exhausted and her limbs were quite heavy. She managed to swing the crowbar hard enough to put the dead to rest for good. As the body fell to the ground, she checked her clothes for blood: her jeans were dusty as were the boots they were tucked into and her purple blouse was in need of cleaning but no blood was evident. She looked to her father and began to walk, meeting him in the middle of the meadow. She sat cross-legged gracefully and pulled the pack off her back as her father sat across from her. She dug through her bag and pulled the bread she had saved from the top of the pile. Setting it out, she took a piece and nibbled it slowly. She had surpassed the hunger stage and her stomach was telling her she wasn't actually hungry anymore.


"You look tired," Rich muttered, biting into his own slice of bread. His eyes studied the tired face of his daughter.


"I am," she responded, her blue eyes meeting his. There was tension between the two of them, that was for sure. They needed each other, though, and they were family, after all. She stood suddenly, feeling the need to stretch her legs. "I'll be back," she said in response to Rich's questioning look. He just nodded, tusting that his daughter could handle herself.


She made her way to the trees and found a path that looked like hogs or deer may have used it. She walked along, taking deep breaths as she went, light shining through the canopy and contributing to her urge to sleep. The eerie quiet made her uncomfortable but she walked on, reminding herself that this was normal now.
 
Jo raised her eyebrows and whispered, her eyes meeting the heavens for a second as she whispered "Thank you, Lord Jesus." Then she quietly made her way over to the diner, her movements leisurely; yet alert in their own way. She hunched slightly as she listened to the sound of a far-off walker moaning. This made her stomach quench as bile rose in her throat, the creatures disgusted her; they were hideous and bloodthirsty savages. The very thought of bashing in another skull made her queasy, but she went onward; her lips tightening into a straight line. Eventually she made it to the front of the diner, and she surprisingly didn't make a run for the door as others would have; she walked there and kept her footsteps near silent to avoid any unwanted attention. Once at the diner's open doors, in front of a beautiful young woman and male, she smiled wearily and said in the quietest hushed tone she could muster for the situation "God bless you, dear." From her simple praise, you could hear the thick southern drawl she possessed. Without so much as asking, she went indoors and hurriedly rushed the others in so she could shut the door. Once the door was closed she let out a heaving sigh and set her rifle down on one of the diner's slick tables, letting her pack slide off her sore back. She clasped her vaguely wrinkled hands together and shook them slightly "I cannot tell you how grateful I am that y'all kind folks took me in." For a moment there, it seemed as though Jo could've brought both into a motherly embrace; except instead, she took a seat and let out another heaving exhale of relief. "For I am ever... In your favor, little missy." She grinned kindly, warmth emanating from her radiant show of approval and affection.


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Finn was dragging his feet, as they were so agonized from a night of sprinting at full fledged speed, and his arms hung limply at his sides; one hand holding a baseball bat that slid behind him drunkenly. His frame was slouched, as if he were one of the walkers himself. He was quite the sight to see; His eyes black and purple from a lack of sleep, the whites of those piercing blue eyes tinted red, he seemed gaunt somehow, filth and decaying fluid dried on the hems of his jeans and splattered on his pale grayish skin, fresh wounds from running blindly through the woods; He had encountered thorns, shrubbery, walkers, tree stumps, and anything else you can imagine that dwells within a forest. The AK-47 gun was strapped to his sagging back, his posture suffering greatly from the manner he was carrying himself with. The boy's gait was slow and strenuous, he was pushing his body's functions past its limits. Finn was parched, and famished; he couldn't even recall the last time he'd eaten a real meal. He licked his chapped dry lips longingly at the image of a home-cooked meal, which he hadn't had in many months. A deep pit of sadness brewed in the depths of his gut, welling up in a form of utter hopelessness that was all too familiar. In the distance he heard something quietly padding through the forest, it was too calculated to be a walker; or was it? His paranoia filled him with an overly-guarded demeanor, a somewhat irrational terror that he would really deal with such horrors as the previous night. The flock, no... The mob, of zombies had been far past 10 or even 15. They were overthrown, as a group of 17 able-bodied street-dwellers, and he'd seen too much death for comfort in that night's ordeals. Then the run after David, his traveling companion, turned to a walker was even more frightening; because he couldn't necessarily see the creatures. He couldn't use his gun, or even more would be drawn to him; he'd had to beat them all with a bat. In result, he and his bat were covered in their guts. Finn wasn't near drenched though, he'd seen people worse-off than he. The boy was lightly sweating at this point, the sun beating down on his small weary frame like a hammer. Then his eyes blearily fixated on a figure, the source of the near-completely-silent footsteps, it was a girl and she was looking around anxiously. He considered calling out to her, but his head was throbbing, the world was spinning and he feared he'd pass out from exhaustion very soon. He reached his free hand out, and it shook slightly. But then she turned and sauntered in the opposite direction, not even remotely realizing his presence. He decided that he'd follow her, because she surely hadn't been out there alone. She must be setting up a camp somewhere, and Finn was certain he could stealthily sneak past her and whatever group she was in to rest in a safe place. He remained concealed in the shadows of the towering trees, and hoped his plan would work out well.
 
Madison smiled at the woman and how grateful she seemed. It made her feel warm, really. Madi couldn't help but already like this older woman. She found her accent comforting and friendly. Madi's cheeks tinged red and she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. "I'm Madison," she said, introducing herself. The woman looked older but had some sort of strength that seemed to radiate from her. It confused Madi: she wasn't sure what it was but she felt safe now. "Are you hungry?" she asked suddenly, gesturing towards the stack of dusty cans on the nearby table. "There might be more in back as well," she added, making a mental note to check later. Any food at all would be helpful.


As much as Cam was angry that Madi had invited this woman in without asking him, her demeanor made him like her against his will. "I'm Cameron," he introduced. "Madi and I are friends. Been together since the beginning," he said, grabbing a chair from a nearby table and taking a seat. He studied the older woman and tried to surpress a smile as Madi sat down next to Cam and began asking the woman questions.


"Where are you from? How long have you been travelling? Have you been alone the whole time?" she fired in succession. And finally, she asked, "Have you seen a girl who looks similar to me around?" Cam put his arm around his friend, knowing that the worry she felt in relation to her sister was killing her. Madi looked to the white tiled floor and thought of the younger girl, most likely alone, wandering around somewhere. Madi figured that, had the woman seen her sister, they would probably be travelling together. She had to ask, though.


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River had the feeling that she was being watched or followed. She decided that it was due to the silence. She paused and listened for any sounds for a moment, trying to decipher and walker-like sounds in the woods. Her senses weren't as heightened as they were normally due to her exhaustion. Beginning to walk again, she started to make her way back to the meadow. At least her father could keep watch while she slept. She thought she heard something but, looking around, couldn't find the source of the noise. Deciding that her mind was playing tricks on her, she rushed back to the meadow, trying to stay as quiet as possible.


Emerging into the meadow, she sighed in relief, seeing her father in the same place she had left him. She wouldn't admit it, but she really did love the man. She walked over to him and sat once more, looking at the camp that he had set up for her: she knew he didn't sleep, though she wasn't sure why. "Thanks, Rich," she muttered as she crawled into the small green tent, laying down on the sleeping bag. Her eyelids were heavy and she immediately fell into a deep sleep.


Richard felt immense relief when his daughter walked out of the woods. She approached and went to the tent immediately. He wanted to cringe when she called him Rich. He couldn't be too mad at her: he knew he wasn't there as much as he should have been. Taking a swig of water from his canteen, he stood and began to walk, holding the machete loosely in his left hand. This was a rather quiet area.


Rich knew they had been lucky so far. Really, they had encountered very few of the dead at a time. For an ex-military man, this was a nightmare come back to life. As if the dead didn't already haunt him. Now, they walked. His hand tightened involuntarily around the machete's grip, his knuckles turning white. River was all he had left and he planned on making sure that girl made it through this hell they were in now.
 
Josephine chortled quietly and let out another sigh, this one not so evident. "Oh, honey, please! I just got in." She waved her hand as she cleared her throat, folding them neatly in her lap as she began to speak "It's very nice to meet both of you little chickadees." She still had a hint of laughter in her tone, then she smoothed her clothing subconsciously before speaking; messing with her hair a bit as well. "Since you two are so... So eager to know who I am, then I'll gladly tell y'all." She started, her story unfurling "I've been traveling with a variety of people, rangin' from southern belles to city boys. All of them turned on each other, like savages. I hoped to escape all of that, because we were runnin' low on supplies and I swear; Those men were goin' t'resort to cannibalism!"


She took a somewhat shaky breath in, her eyes closing as though she were envisioning it all once again "And I said, I said 'We have to get outta here! It's not safe' but no one would listen." She let her eyelids slowly open as she glanced downward stonily at the booth's smooth surface "Then I left with my horse, and what I needed to keep on cookin' for myself, and I was gone." Jo met their eyes, shifting her own between the different faces; taking in how youthful they were for this situation, and it saddened her. She wondered where their parents were, and all she could think was how hard it was on the children in this new world. "Tilly, poor old dear, broke her leg. She was a sweet old thing... I had to put the horse out of her misery, because she couldn't go on no more. I've been up and about for a few days, I hardly keep track anymore, and then I stumbled upon y'all little humble abode here and well... Here I am!" She made a gesture and grinned, letting out a genuinely humorous cackle. The woman stood and made her way over to the cans "We could cook these up real nicely, I have some cookin' supplies still. We'd have to wash the fryin' pan though, it's a bit dirty." She glowered at the bloody frying pan, she'd clearly used it to kill a number of walkers (LOL.)


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Finn had entered from the back of the camp, the opposite direction of where Rich crept away. His legs were quivering now and his breathing labored, each step caused a great deal of physical anguish for him; and he felt his consciousness beginning to slip. His vision went in and out of focus and he coughed weakly, his stomach tightening and trying to purge up; ending in a pathetic dry heave, for there was nothing left to vomit out. He could vaguely make out a tent and the form of a man trekking away, maybe while the man was gone he could loot their supplies.


He would've without a second thought if he'd had the energy, excruciatingly slow and worn-down at this point. The boy staggered forward, letting out a soft groan; vaguely similar to a cry of a walker, however his came more out as a whimper. He didn't want to cause alarm or give away his presence, but he couldn't go on for much longer. Finn reached out once more, his other hand still clutching the baseball bat. He stumbled now, knees buckling beneath him and vision spinning. Just as he took another step closer to the back of the tent, he felt the world around him fade in and out of black; then the unpleasant sensation of falling followed immediately afterwards. His somewhat scrawny frame plummeted to the ground, and he landed with a audible 'thud!' Little did he know... He would not be left there for much longer, as the sound had alerted the very people he was trying to steal from.
 
Madison listened, amazed, as the woman told her story. Dayes' face popped into her head and there was a sudden pain in her heart. Her eyes were focused on the floor and she lost track of her surroundings. The woman standing caused her to jump. "We have some water, I think. There might be something else in back we could use," Madi suggested, walking and standing by the woman, taking in the state of the frying pan. It definitely didn't look like something she wanted to be eating from. "Cam, will you go check?" she asked, looking over to her exhausted looking friend. Running her fingers through her hair, she watched him walk through the doors to the kitchen before turning towards Jo.


"I'm really sorry about him. He's just always worried when I invite new people into the group. He didn't like Dayes either," she explained with a small smile, looking at the ground as tears pricked at her eyes once more. Sniffling slightly, she wiped at her eyes and forced a happier smile on her face, looking up at the older woman. "We met a few others on the highway. I sure hope they're alright," she said with a far off look in her eye. "We haven't met all that many people so I was excited when I saw you. You looked like you might have liked somewhere to stay. It looks like the sun might set soon," she added, eyes looking to the street where shadows were growing longer.


Madi looked to Cam as he entered into the room once more. "Have you heard of the settlement? I heard rumors of it but not much more than that. A lot of people were optimistic. I sure hope they found it," he said, trailing off a bit at the end as he dumped a few dusty pots and pans on the counter. Madi managed not to roll her eyes. Cam talked about this constantly. She was convinced it was a rumor. Definitely a rumor. Cam knew she felt that way, too, and he avoided eye contact with Madi as he questioned Jo.


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Rich had paused at the edge of the trees and turned on his heels, planning on heading the other way when he saw it: a walker. It had to be. The way it slowly and awkwardly moved towards the tent. Towards River. Fear that the older man wasn't used to feeling hit him hard and his stomach dropped when he remembered his gun was sitting by the tent. "River!" he yelled, sprinting the few hundred yards as fast as he could. Before he reached his destination, however, he slowed. The 'walker' had collapsed by the tent. Rich approached slowly, nudging the body with his boot. When it didn't immediately attack him, he rolled the body over.


River, pulled from her sleep at the sound of her father's yell, jumped at the dull thud near her tent. Fear pooled in her stomach momentarily before she saw her father's shadow outside. She popped her head out of the tent and looked. The sight that met her was surprising: her father rolling over the seemingly dead body of a boy about her age. "What the hell happened?" she asked, walking out and crouching by the body. She frowned. This wasn't a walker and it seemed that he was breathing. Carefully, she reached up and pulled his eyelid back, looking at his pupil. "He's alive," she said, looking up at her father who was holding his machete. She could tell he was tensed, ready to attack if necessary. He relaxed a bit at her announcement and she turned her attention back to the boy. "Can we keep him?" River asked with a little laugh before she hooked her arms under the boy's and dragged him to the tent, laying him down on the sleeping bag.


Rich followed, frustration showing on his face. "I don't like this idea. He is alive, though. Can't abandon him, can we?" he asked, not really needing an answer from her. The boy looked exhausted and like he hadn't eaten in days. "He can sleep and we'll feed him but I'm not sure if he should tag along," he muttered, looking at his daughter who had exited the tent and was kindling a small fire.


"Gotta make some food for him before it gets dark. The light will attract the dead," she muttered, pulling a few bags from her pack. They weren't in much need of food. She poured two bottles of water into a pot and added chopped potatoes and carrots. They didn't normally eat like this but the boy would need his strength. She handed the pot to her father. "Hold it over the fire, please?" she asked, rifling through their bags once he took the pot. "We're almost out of water. Can you go find a stream or something? I might as well boil some water to refill our bottles," she said, setting their few empty bottles in a pile. She walked over, taking the pot from him.


Rich smiled at his daughter. "You're just like your mother," he commented with a shake of his head. He collected the bottles and headed off to locate water. "Be safe," he called over his shoulder to the one thing tethering him to this world. She answered with a wave of her hand, focusing on the food now.
 
Josephine nodded solemnly, true concern masking her usually-calm and pleasant features. "I don't blame him, poor boy. We've all.." She paused, usually her sentences were slow and drawn out; due to her being raised in the deep south "Been through a lot." The woman didn't question who Dayes was, she could see the topic was sensitive; and as much as she wanted to pull the young girl into an embrace, her plans were cut off by Cam reemerging from where he'd gone off to. She listened intently as he spoke about 'The Settlement.' "I heard a few folks talkin about that nonsense in my last group, they didn't take too kindly to reason and rationale about it." She saw Cam's expression darken, and his spirits seemed to drop "It's not that I don't believe such a place could exist, it's just that I wouldn't rely on it in any way." The hearty older woman saw that he had a few various pots and pans, and checked to see if the faucets in the kitchen worked, they did. She grinned with triumph "Oh honey, you should just SEE this!" She exclaimed, nearly forgetting not to raise her voice, excitement coming into her entire demeanor. It was amazing how fast she could change emotion. "We have a runnin' supply of water." She turned off the sink water and whirled around, beaming to the other two. "This will come in handy, for sure." Even if it was something this small, it was still a sign of hope; that not everything was lost. "I think we should have ourselves a nice cooked meal tonight, don't y'all agree?"


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Finn was completely out, and it was evident that he'd passed out from exhaustion. The boy had no idea how long he'd been running, but he was dreaming now; the deep slumber influencing his night terrors. In his mind, he was running again; he was trying to save David, as if he could. There were armies of zombies, all running towards him; and for some bizarre reason he wasn't fast enough to get away this time. His heavy frame fell to the ground as they began tearing at his flesh; revealing an array of tendons, veins, bones, and muscles. The young man was twitching in his sleep, mewling and clenching one fist; his nails digging into the sleeping bag. A nightmare. It escalated, for there were no longer zombies tearing his limbs and body apart, he was on the street. It was more of reliving an unpleasant memory. He had nowhere to turn, nowhere to go home to; for he knew he was not welcome there. The boy was trembling and near-tears, he felt agony choke him up and pool in the pit of his stomach. In his dream, he gave up; because he remembered the night was so cold, and snow blanketed the city he lived in. There was nowhere to call home, a true home. He returned to his parent's home and tried to be silent, going so far as to remove his shoes and creep low to the ground; knees bent and back hunched. Then came the flash of light, just as he thought he'd cleverly gotten away with it; going to sleep on the kitchen floor by the heater. His skin had been a sickly blue color, and he was pale as a ghost; as he was in reality. The memory-like nightmare escalated, because he was reliving one of his more horrific endeavors with his father. PTSD, possibly; it may have been what he had, but with the zombies overthrowing the human-race... Who didn't have some form of paranoid fear and trauma? In his nightmare, he turns to see his father standing there enraged; eyes squinted and hair mussed, he'd been woken up, and he'd been drinking to some extent. But who was Finn to judge? He'd been out getting high and injecting himself with substances from a raunchy cheap club-party. Finn remembers, he remembers the figure looming over him; cursing the fact that he had his mother's small frame and femininely frail bones. Then he remembers pain overtaking him, and blood on the tiles. He remembers being kicked into the snow; bleeding and broken. But, since it was a dream; zombies began crawling from everywhere. Everywhere around him, they crowded in on him. Finn began to try and fight, but his body was like lead; useless and unable to be moved. He was torn to pieces again.


When he came to, he awoke with a jolt; and the most pitiful gasp. His piercing icy blue eyes shot open, and his heart was racing; tingles ran up and down his spine and he could almost feel the zombies' filthy nails drilling into his soft skin, his intestines being yanked from open wounds and his eyes being gouged out to be devoured. He felt the urge to vomit again, but nothing was in his stomach. The world faded from black to reality, and he realized it was late sunset; night on its way. That scared him, and then he realized he was not alone. He realized he was in a dark little tent, and that he had been caught trying to take their items. Finn's body still required rest, and he dizzily rested his head on his knees. His eyelids drooped and he felt his body tense, then relax, then tense up again as he remembered the vivid nightmares. He told himself, that it didn't bother him; Why would it? He nearly snickered at the thought of someone being so weakened by any series of unfortunate events; he would've laughed had that person not been him. The boy blinked and rubbed his eyes, trying to associate his brain with reality; to not fall asleep, he was fighting against his body's own needs once again. This was how he could push himself to such drastically unhealthy limits, because he was stubborn to the point of it being unreasonably stupid.
 
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