Fall of 2013, a year and a half after all hell broke loose from the bombs. Even though the world was in shambles and it's people were undead or infected monsters, the night sky still looked as nice as ever. Less lights to hide the stars, less polution to contaminate the gently moist air in the middle of the night. It was almost like a slight refreshment for anyone living in the Montana colony as it was dubbed. Though, even with this soft atmosphere and the saftey of the 15 foot iron wall, it wasn't enough to shut the terrible images out of the minds of those who had to fight their way to saftey, who had to kill family and freinds alike to stay alive and surviving. To them, the silence of the new world was almost as bad as the noise of a big city.

The city is big enough to walk 1 hour from one corner to the next and has everything that 50 survivors would need in order to live, except an abundant supply of food which forced the task force to go deeper and deeper into the ruinlands to find each day. The Leader of the town was an old man who had been called crazy before 2012 happend for building an underground bunker ans storing it full of food. Now he was the hero of 4 other survivors and the man that most people trusted their lives with when it came to living healthy and safely. Though the hard tasks were done by another man named Marcus Reign, and although his attitude was a bit harsh, almost everyone there would trust him with their life in near any situation.

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Sam was sitting on the family porch, cleaning her rifle, every now and then taking gentle sips from the coffee her mom had made her. The moonlight shown brightly around the town. She could make out all the scared and depressed faces. She took another sip. Sam pieced her gun back together and made sure all components worked. She leaned it up against the beam holding up the overhang just above the wire door, that let the cool breeze into the house, but not any annoying bugs. She drank the last drop of coffee in the mug and placed it on the wood panel floor next to her. She let out a sigh. The night went on as she sat on that porch watching the moon fall from the sky, waiting for a new day to begin.

Only an hour into night, a small light suddenly started to make it's way down the road slowly, seeming to be in possesion of a person. The night was too good of a cover in this instance with there being little to no light except from the stars. As it got closer, the only thing noticable was that whoever it was was walking at a slightly slow pace and seemd to be heading directly for the house, though it's pace never grew and its voice never called out. By the time it was tellable that it was a humanoid, he was 50 feet off and closing slowly.

Sam grabbed her gun and stood up on the porch. She wouldn't open fire, as the walls kept most of the infected in, but she wasn't about to be caught off guard. She pulled back the bolt of her rifle and let it go, creating a loud click.

"Who's there!?" She yelled. Pointing the gun at the light, she waited for a response.

The person stopped as you spoke to it, as you see hands raise up into the air, signalling that he is in fact human. After walking a bit closer you can tell that it's a young man, with a denim jacket and blue jeans on, his brown hair a bit of a mess with a few grease marks on his face. He seemed to be very calm and quiet, as no name was given, though he didn't seem at all hostile. Thats when you notice the letter in his hand, as he hands it out towards you, stopped about 5 feet away from you.

Sam grabbed the letter from the man's hand. She didn't have anything against humans, so if you WERE one, sam wouldn't think twice about trusting you. She rested the gun on her shoulder and read the letter.

(i'm going to suppose you will say what the letter has written on it)

Sitting alone in the dark room, the bright light of his screen illuminated Will's face in the shadows. His fingers rapidly clicked across the keyboard, and occasionally he paused and ran a hand through his hair. After several minutes of this he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, closed the computer screen, and stood up. He adjusted his jacket and stretched, cracking his back and then his fingers. He loped out of the doorway and into the night, where a cold breeze swept across his face. He yawned, and hand still covering his mouth, his eyes lingered down and noticed Sam standing with the letter in her hand and the bizarre man standing on the sidewalk. Slowly he brought his hand down and gave a half-hearted wave.

"Um...hello...What's going on here?" He laughed awkwardly, his eyes flicking between Sam and the stranger. He shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the wall of the house.

The man stood there silently, but waved back gently, his expression not changing a bit as you came out. His hands gently resting in his pocket as he stands there waiting for the woman to get done reading the letter in her hands. The letter that she was reading says:

Dear Samantha Smith and Will Scottsfield,

I have sent this letter in a slight hope for aid. In recent ventures out into the ruinlands, i have found that there are certain skills required to help me in my investiagation on what happend on July 17th 2012. These skills are not somthing i possess. As I am more of a scavenger, and am more required here at the colony to help preserve the people, I need someone with skills, courage, and the ability to survive to help me in my investigation.

As it turns out right now, i have selected you and a few others in hopes that i can get a combined team of people with a varied skill set to aid in my investigation. The journey will NOT be safe by any means, but at the same time the wall surrounding this city won't hold forever either. That is the second reason i am asking for your skill set. I have recently come across a long distance radio broadcast telling of a larger, safer colony in california. In order to find out if this is true, i need you and the others that i have gathered on the list in order to travel down to California for a recon mission. I understand that you may be wondering why Iv'e asked you specifically. The reason for both of you is that Will is a computer expert and can easily find out anything for the investigation if you come across any military computers. The reason for Sam is that you are a medic and can preform the nessecary precautions in order to prevent illness, injury and infection during this travel.

I'm looking forward to all of you showing up at the town gate tommorrow morning in order to get your answer. If you don't show, then I will assume that your not up for the task, and will exclude you from the mission. Please think this over and let me know in the morning if your able to do this.

Town Guardian,

Marcus Reign

As you read the end of the letter, you notice that the man in denim is holding a letter simaliar to yours with his name on it.

Sam handed the letter to Will for him to read.

"Looks like we got a task to do Will. This will be the first time I've ever been in California. Hope it's still as nice as people used to say it was."

Sam ambled into her parents house. She flicked the light switch on in the living room, and leaned her rifle on the arm rest of the couch. She sat down and took a minute to think about this new mission of hers. She vowed to protect here parents, but if this discovery led to a safer place for them to live, it might be worth the risk.

"Will, your welcome to come inside, but i'm going to bed."

She disassembled the ak47 and placed it in a container on the kitchen counter. Going back to the light switch, she turned it back off and flopped onto the couch, and quietly dozed off to sleep.

Will's eyes scanned over the letter, reading it three times. Running a hand through his hair he whistled, and looked at the stranger in denim.

"So uh...what are your special skills?" He waited for several moments in silence, but the man didn't answer.

"Um....okay then...well, I'm sure you'd love to chat some more but I've got to hit the hay...see ya tomorrow I suppose..." Giving the man a farewell nod, Will slipped back into his house, jumped onto his bed, and lay there staring at the ceiling for several hours before sleep took him.

The man silently nodded back as he turned to leave, his hand putting his letter back into his pocket. He quietly started off towards the road leading to main street as he turned his pocket light off.

*Time elapse of 10 hours, being 8 am*

The morning sun has been up for a couple hours as you lay in bed sleeping. You hear what sounds like a slight knock at the door.

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Sam woke up in a haze. Stumbling over to the door, she quietly opened it, as to not wake up her parents, who liked to sleep in late. The cold morning air came through the screen door which was still blocking the doorway.

"Hello." Sam said softly, still not used to being awake, as she greeted the person standing on the porch.

Ferris stripped the clothes from the impaled driver. He seemed to the same size as himself. Ferris casually looked around for anymore of these zombie-things as he changed out of his Asylum attire and pulled on some jeans and a t shirt. He put the shoes on and then pulled out the spike of the dead man's head and tossed it in the passengers seat. He then walked around as if the ground was not covered in bodies and simply got int o the driver's seat. He turned the key and started the car. He checked his side view mirrors and rear view mirros because that was what he was taught when he first got his driver's liscense and then preceeded to move forward and then to the side off the road.
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"I sure picked a good car." Ferris said as he rememebered all the canned food in the back of the stationwagon. "This sure is gloomy," he said as he ran over another zombie that was head his way. He didn't care for avoiding them if not nescessary. He took a look back and looked at his bloody handy work. A maniacal grin spread over his face. He looked in the rear view mirror and his grin slowly faded. "I have to be careful, there is no "law" anymore. If I get too much negative attention they wont send me to prison, they'll just kill me flat out.

For the next few minutes Ferris worked on his smile until he believed it looked natural enough he read a sign as it came into view. "Cordan" he read. Well I guess I'm heading in that direction," he stated. He had passed through two other towns that had become miniture gates to hell. Well he had stocked up on essentials, mainly lots of blades. Ferris couldn't wait to cut something with them but again he would have to use caution and be patient with the way the world was. Of course no one would mind if he cut these "uglies" that rise from the dead. He smiled as he saw a sign saying 1 mile to Cordan. He then saw a dead body lumber out from behind the sign. His maniacal grin appeared as he stopped the car and reached behind his back and pulled out two machetes and got out of the car and headed towards the zombie. "Cordan will still be there, I need to get rid of some of this tension otherwise I might just cut the Cordanians up as well." With a scissor like stance with the right hand over the left he swung with both machetes and cleaved the thing's head clean off. He kept grinning as a few more zombies made their way around the abandoned cars on the freeway.

"Goody." he said as he quickly walked straight at them.

As the door opens, you see the same man as the day before, his hair a bit more in check and his face clean of grease this time as he waves gently at you. You notice that he has a backpack on him along with a leg holster with a large gun in it, and a combat knife on one of the backpack straps.

He points over his shoulder with his thumb towards the main gate into town as if noteing that it's time to leave. As you look behind him you notice a golf cart behind him that seems in good working order.

(To Ferris) Just as the last few zombies are slain and the blades in your hands drip with ichor and blood, you hear something familiar but almost long since forgotten. You hear what sounds like a vehicle coming down the freeway, getting closer to you from behind the hill only 20 yards in front of you.

As the sound gets closer you finally see a man riding a bike weaving slowly in between a few cars. He seems to notice you as he gets about 15 feet away before stopping the bike and turning it off. He pulls off his helmet showing a young man with dyed white hair and a serious looking face, a wooden boken strapped to his back and a Lever actions rifle strapped to the motercycle. He's wearing black roomy pants and a black tanktop with black boots and fingerless gloves.

"Didn't figure anyone else was near here that i hadn't found." The man says as he looks at you, still sitting on the bike, keepting it propped up.

Will woke with a start, the sunlight shining in through his windows blinding him. Some drool was stuck to the side of his face, which he wiped off while he yawned. Pulling on a new shirt, pants, and his jacket, he leaned out the window to see the stranger from the previous night standing on Sam's porch again. Figuring it must be time to go, he grabbed his bag, put his computer in it and hung it on one of his shoulders. Picking up the pistol from his desk, he looked at it for several moments and shoved it into his belt. Looking in the corner, he saw the sword he had bought on eBay two years ago sitting on its stand. He shrugged - Might as well, he thought. Grabbing it and his baldric, he slid it over his neck so that it rested on his back. Readjusting his bag, he made his way into the kitchen. Rummaging among many piles of Red Bull and Starbucks, he found a clean mug, filled it with some coffee he made the night before, and walked out the door and over to Sam's house.

Sam blinked once, and looked back at the man standing in her doorway. She had a look on her face that seemed to say, you have to be joking. She walked back into her house, not saying anything to the man. Putting together her gun and grabbing a large box of ammo, her supplies, and her first aid kit, she walked back to the door and opened up the screen. She followed the man to the golf cart and placed her things in front of the passenger seat and sat down.

"Drive by wills house over there" she said as she pointed to a house just across the street. "He may have a lot of stuff, and he's a bit weak in the arms so he may have trouble carrying it a long way." She sat back in her seat with an evil grin on her face, knowing she successfully insulted somebody who wasn't there.

Ferris quickly changed his expression and got rid of his manic grin. "Oh hey, no no, I just got here a little while ago. I thought I saw someone in need so I got out of the car to help," he lied. "But unfortunately," he said pointing to the headless corpse by the sign. "it was not and then I was surrounded. I decided to take them head on. I must be crazy or something, but it looks like luck is on my side. Had there been anymore I probably wouldn't have made it, but now it looks like I would have been rescued by you anyways." He smiled his normal smile and made his way back to the car.

"What did you mean 'that you haven't found'" he said as he wiped the ichor and blood on a nearby corpse. There a reason you looking for people? Oh? are you from that nearby town. Cordan, right?" he asked as he looked himself up and down. They were relatively clean. "Or," he said slowly looking at the man's gun and the boken. " are you doing something else to those that are around this area?" With an emotionless gaze Ferris lifted his machetes in a casual stance letting the man know of Ferris' distrust. Ferris was not going to be anybody's fool in this new world. Especially since he just got out, he had lots of cutting to do. He smiled inwardly and almost lost himself to the daydream but his eyes focused again on the man. Certainly cut-able.

The man silently nodded to the woman, his hands clicking a few switches as the golf cart silently started up and he moved it across the street. It gently putted along as if it were brand new, even though most vehicles were banned inside the town due to such a low populace that nobody wanted to risk an accident. He parked the golf cart out front and made his way to the front door of Will's house, his hand about to knock on the door.

(To Ferris) The man looked at Ferris, his eyes cold and peircing as he could easily see through his act, the constant talking, using a short range weapon and not shaking in fear, and the excessive violence on the corpeses all gave him away, though not something noticable by most.

" I'm not a bloodthirsty fool if that's what your asking, though you seem to enjoy the sport. I'm Meerly out getting supplies for the survivors that i managed to save or keep safe." The man says as he looks at the now clean knife and the man, gently smiling an almost "out of place" happy smile. "Though, your true nature may work in your advantage, if you don't lie to me further about your actual goal out here. Just how into bloodsport are you?" The man asks, his eyebrow raised as he looks intensly at Ferris, ready to judge his next words.

Taking a sip of his coffee, Will swung open the door. Almost walking into the man on his porch, he choked on his coffee in surprise. He managed to sputter "Jesus Christ!" in between a series of violent coughs. Resting his hands on his knees for several moments, he caught his breath and then stood up straight, pushing a hand through his hair. Some coffee had dribbled down onto his shirt, which he tried to wipe away but only succeeded in smearing it around a bit. Shrugging, he looked up at the man.

"Well...that was an interesting way to start the day...might I suggest the buzzer next time? I see you already have Sam with you...I suppose we should be off then, shouldn't we? I'm uh...I'm Will, by the way..." He shook the man's hand and quickly made his way to the golf cart where he sat down next to Sam in the backseat.

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