Introduction
Twenty one years ago an outbreak spread across the world that was unprecedented. A fungal virus called the Cordyceps fungus was the known cause of the downfall of humanity. A parasitic fungi that spread through spores and physical contact; Cordyceps was a mutation of something that we had never prepared for. Virtually overnight every major city succumbed to the fungi, turning man against woman, and humans against themselves. Spreading to the brain, the cordyceps slowly turns it's host into a crazed former shell of what it once was. It isn't safe to walk the world anymore; the former shells of our towns and cities stand decaying, falling to uncontrollable neglect while the last few flickers of hope cling to the safe walls of Quarantine zones, groups or the pure will to do anything to survive.
The past twenty one years have been hard on everyone. Those that linger in this shit hole we call Earth are only here because they were willing to do what it took to stay alive. Mercy, manners... It doesn't matter unless it gets you further than the person behind you and past the person in front. No one helps you without expecting something in return and more often than not... No body helps you at all. The streets aren't safe, but that's not necessarily because of infected.
When it was first realised that the cordyceps virus was bigger than what we could handle, the governments sanctioned what are commonly known as Quarantine zones; Military enforced safe areas usually dedicated to maintaining the last remnants of major parts of central cities. At first they were our last bastions of hope... But as time past, the governments seemed to shift and crumble and we were left with the protection of people who were more concerned with oppression now than saving us. But when we were on the verge of crumbling once again, the Fireflies rose to contest the power of the military. Labelled guerrillas, traitors and terrorists, the Fireflies were a group of the hardiest survivors that stood up the oppression we faced and became our voice in the hardest of times. When the Military announced their withdrawal of finding a cure to the cordyceps, it was the Fireflies who took up the fight to save humanity and it was them who strove to make the world a better place once again...
About a year ago word got out. Someone had been found who was immune to the virus. Able to breath freely in infected areas, endure infectious attacks by infected and generally wander the now dying world that once was. The rumour that spread across the states soon reached everyone's ears, once again it seemed the Fireflies had taken up the challenge to rescue us. But that was short lived. Somewhere along the way the specific group of Fireflies that had been rumoured to be on the verge of a cure vanished; along with it our only hope. The immune person faded into obscurity and once again hope was fading for us all. To make matters worse, when our chance to fight back was quashed again more rumours emerged. Apparently the Cordyceps virus was mutating. The news reached every corner of the states in what seemed like no time at all. Although not entirely confirmed, nonetheless the rumour began to spread faster than it could be proven but that didn't matter... It was long after it reached everyone's ears that panic began to rise among the scattered populations.
The Military rose back up... Banding together from all corners of the states, and suddenly they were announcing their attempts to find a cure. Similarly it seemed out of nearly a year of inactivity the Fireflies reemerged, hardier than ever with more fight than had been seen before. It wasn't long before the Fireflies and Military were fighting again for dominance across the USA both sides determined they will be the ones to find the cure to the Cordyceps virus and it's mutations.
A revolution has begun, and now we all find ourselves clambering to sides in hopes we're fighting for the right cause and the possibility of surviving until tomorrow. We find ourselves in a small settlers town in the middle of the states. It's been a month we've stayed here, but it's obvious our welcome is wearing thin. As we decide on our next move we find ourselves banded together as it seems the Revolution is reaching a point of no return and we are stuck right in the crossfire as the Fireflies and Military draw closer to the town... It's do or die now. We have to leave, and it has to be now. The last thing we need is to get caught in the crossfire and die before we've had the chance to live our life. There is nothing else to live for anymore but the sake of carrying on living because it's all that's left, it's all we have, it's all humanity has...
Because this, this is the Last of Us.
Infected
Runners
Usually, or the most recently infected, Runners are agile, nimble and medium in strength and endurance. Able to see fairly well, they are one of the most common infected types. When one locates you, it tends to scream alerting all other infected in the area.
Clickers
Blind as bats, Clickers can be avoided by the most careful of survivors. Displaying a unique form of what is best described as 'echo location' A clicker uses bone chilling clicks to locate the presence of any unlucky survivors. If a Clicker become aware of your location it alerts any infected in the area to your location with a shrill cry. Durable and hard to kill due to their overwhelming physical power, a Clicker can only be dispatched by firearms or blunt force if firearms are not available. Hand to hand combat with a Clicker, although could be successful, is not advised due to their strength and nimbleness.
Bloaters
Bloaters are the longest serving infected of the Cordyceps virus. Their whole body has been turned into a walking tank essentially; the Cordyceps virus having covered 100% of a Bloater's body. Their outer fungal protection is incredibly strong! Only heavy firearms tend to dissuade a Bloater, but they are susceptible to fire and if ignited become quite erratic but at least not an imminent threat to any survivor up against them. Bloaters are known for their incredible strength and an ability to remove parts of their bodies and hurl them into fungal grenades that when hit the ground essentially choke you to death.
Cordyceps Insects
Large insects that are infected with Cordyceps and attach to the body of a human host. It can take anywhere from an hour to a week for the person to turn. However they can also attach to an infected and speed up the transformations such as how fast they become Clickers or Bloaters. It is virtually impossible to know a parasite has attached as they hide in places on the body not easily seen.
Character Sheet
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Description (if you want to use a picture, strictly NO anime):
Personality:
Occupation (their apocalypse past time really):
Favoured Weapon:
Secondary Weapon:
Carry Items:
History:
The past twenty one years have been hard on everyone. Those that linger in this shit hole we call Earth are only here because they were willing to do what it took to stay alive. Mercy, manners... It doesn't matter unless it gets you further than the person behind you and past the person in front. No one helps you without expecting something in return and more often than not... No body helps you at all. The streets aren't safe, but that's not necessarily because of infected.
When it was first realised that the cordyceps virus was bigger than what we could handle, the governments sanctioned what are commonly known as Quarantine zones; Military enforced safe areas usually dedicated to maintaining the last remnants of major parts of central cities. At first they were our last bastions of hope... But as time past, the governments seemed to shift and crumble and we were left with the protection of people who were more concerned with oppression now than saving us. But when we were on the verge of crumbling once again, the Fireflies rose to contest the power of the military. Labelled guerrillas, traitors and terrorists, the Fireflies were a group of the hardiest survivors that stood up the oppression we faced and became our voice in the hardest of times. When the Military announced their withdrawal of finding a cure to the cordyceps, it was the Fireflies who took up the fight to save humanity and it was them who strove to make the world a better place once again...
About a year ago word got out. Someone had been found who was immune to the virus. Able to breath freely in infected areas, endure infectious attacks by infected and generally wander the now dying world that once was. The rumour that spread across the states soon reached everyone's ears, once again it seemed the Fireflies had taken up the challenge to rescue us. But that was short lived. Somewhere along the way the specific group of Fireflies that had been rumoured to be on the verge of a cure vanished; along with it our only hope. The immune person faded into obscurity and once again hope was fading for us all. To make matters worse, when our chance to fight back was quashed again more rumours emerged. Apparently the Cordyceps virus was mutating. The news reached every corner of the states in what seemed like no time at all. Although not entirely confirmed, nonetheless the rumour began to spread faster than it could be proven but that didn't matter... It was long after it reached everyone's ears that panic began to rise among the scattered populations.
The Military rose back up... Banding together from all corners of the states, and suddenly they were announcing their attempts to find a cure. Similarly it seemed out of nearly a year of inactivity the Fireflies reemerged, hardier than ever with more fight than had been seen before. It wasn't long before the Fireflies and Military were fighting again for dominance across the USA both sides determined they will be the ones to find the cure to the Cordyceps virus and it's mutations.
A revolution has begun, and now we all find ourselves clambering to sides in hopes we're fighting for the right cause and the possibility of surviving until tomorrow. We find ourselves in a small settlers town in the middle of the states. It's been a month we've stayed here, but it's obvious our welcome is wearing thin. As we decide on our next move we find ourselves banded together as it seems the Revolution is reaching a point of no return and we are stuck right in the crossfire as the Fireflies and Military draw closer to the town... It's do or die now. We have to leave, and it has to be now. The last thing we need is to get caught in the crossfire and die before we've had the chance to live our life. There is nothing else to live for anymore but the sake of carrying on living because it's all that's left, it's all we have, it's all humanity has...
Because this, this is the Last of Us.
Infected
Runners
Usually, or the most recently infected, Runners are agile, nimble and medium in strength and endurance. Able to see fairly well, they are one of the most common infected types. When one locates you, it tends to scream alerting all other infected in the area.
Clickers
Blind as bats, Clickers can be avoided by the most careful of survivors. Displaying a unique form of what is best described as 'echo location' A clicker uses bone chilling clicks to locate the presence of any unlucky survivors. If a Clicker become aware of your location it alerts any infected in the area to your location with a shrill cry. Durable and hard to kill due to their overwhelming physical power, a Clicker can only be dispatched by firearms or blunt force if firearms are not available. Hand to hand combat with a Clicker, although could be successful, is not advised due to their strength and nimbleness.
Bloaters
Bloaters are the longest serving infected of the Cordyceps virus. Their whole body has been turned into a walking tank essentially; the Cordyceps virus having covered 100% of a Bloater's body. Their outer fungal protection is incredibly strong! Only heavy firearms tend to dissuade a Bloater, but they are susceptible to fire and if ignited become quite erratic but at least not an imminent threat to any survivor up against them. Bloaters are known for their incredible strength and an ability to remove parts of their bodies and hurl them into fungal grenades that when hit the ground essentially choke you to death.
Cordyceps Insects
Large insects that are infected with Cordyceps and attach to the body of a human host. It can take anywhere from an hour to a week for the person to turn. However they can also attach to an infected and speed up the transformations such as how fast they become Clickers or Bloaters. It is virtually impossible to know a parasite has attached as they hide in places on the body not easily seen.
Character Sheet
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Description (if you want to use a picture, strictly NO anime):
Personality:
Occupation (their apocalypse past time really):
Favoured Weapon:
Secondary Weapon:
Carry Items:
History:
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The overwhelming scent of sweat and vintage perfume permeates the air on this end of the settlement. It clings heavily to all who pass through, stamping the mark of low society on everyone here. Its odd how even with the world in non-metaphorical shambles people still find ways to make themselves better than everyone else. Brian wades through this cesspool with ease, careful to keep his eyes straight ahead of him. Eye contact incites conversation and unwanted questions that Brian would rather not answer. He inhales deeply and nearly chokes on the familiar stench of his sister's favorite perfume brand. Of course its not Emily who suddenly snakes her arm around Brians shoulders and leans heavy against him. Instead its the first woman to ever break through his high defences and to his core. Brian turns to look at Medina Sulijmani with a gloomier than usual look.
"Keep walking," though Medina says it lightly a darker look graces her brown eyes. Her bright red lips pull into a frown as her eyes cut left to glance at something, or rather someone; Audici Sulijmani (Medinas younger sister) stands beside a man dressed in a proper doctors outfit. Brian doesn't question Medina's motives anymore, he's learned there's always a method to her madness so he continues on his way towards the commercial warehouse just up ahead. Its the only building completely open to the public and not falling to peices.
"Wanna tell me what that was about?" Hisses Brian as he pushes her away before they enter the building. He focuses wearily on the amount of homeless shambling around in this building. He wouldn't be surprised if any of them are infected, it wouldn't exactly be the first time. "Audici is sick...That man keeps trying to get into my pants as payment for treating her." Brian turns a little too quickly to look at Medina and startles a few weary bodies.
"Are you kidding me?" Brian barks out a sharp laugh. He pulls Medina deep into the building away from the homeless. "Some people," he scoffs with a shake of his head. Its not that Medina isn't pretty or anything, but she's only nineteen and that somewhat makes her a child in Brians eyes rather than the fearless woman she's shown herself to be. "That's not what's important, " Medina snaps impatiently. She looks at her shoes with a tiny sigh before continuing. "Audici and I went out for a while. When we came back she started acting strangely.... the scanners aren't registering infection though, something strange is going on."
Brian pays close attention to the worry in her eyes and the nervous shift of her feet. There's something she isn't telling him. "And?" He prompts a little harshly. He doesn't exactly have time for Medina to beat around the Bush. She scratches her head of sleek black hair and makes an exaggerated noise.
"There's also talk of the Fireflies attacking the Military here because of the strange things happening..."
Brian almost has to do a double take as Audici speaks. Medina jumps visibly in response to her sister's voice. The ten year old looks out of place here with her clean pressed clothes and grade schooler face. She also smells of Emilys favorite brand of perfume. She appeared out of no where wearing a grim look on her young face. "Dr.Samuels says they are trying to induct any able bodied citizen into the Military here. Anyone refusing is considered part of the Fireflies and killed on the spot," she informs while wiping her runny nose on her sleeve. Brian considers this for a long moment. There's plenty here who refuse the Military on grounds of wanting as normal of a life as possible. Killing them on spot seems harsh and he doesn't exactly believe every word out of Audici's mouth but it seems likely.
Brian exhales deeply and looks at the both of them. Even if they are both kids they are the first and only he's ever trusted so deeply. With this kind of thing hanging on his shoulders he wont be leaving them to fend - from the second the news registers in his mind he knows he'll be leaving the settlement. He isn't sure yet of where he'll be going but it'll be definantly far away from here. And as much as his loner instincts scream to do this on his own he knows the dangers are enhanced now. In an instant he's formulated a plan.
"Ok, that's a lot to take in. Have either of you actually seen this happen?" His skepticism shows bluntly. Audici looks mildly offended that he isn't taking her word for it. However both of them shake their heads. "Alright here's the plan. Go out and see if this is happening. If someone gets in trouble try to stop any killing from happening and bring them here, itll be a good buisness boost."
"Buisness boost?" Audici sniffles back a wad of snot while laughing wildly. "You really have no compassion Brian Westbrooke."
"Listen little girl, just do this and when and if there's an actual attack we'll have the back up we need to get out of here," Brian snaps a little loudly. Medina shushes him wildly and places her hands on her sister's shoulder. "We'll do it, for a price," Medina says.
Of course nothing is frew anymore. Not in this world at least. Brian fishes a couple of ration cards from his pockets without hesitation. He can't help but admire Medina taking initiative in actually demanding pay rather than asking. He hands them over with a slighty tight lipped look. Medina takes them with a grin of her own and shoves them in the depths of her cargo pants. Audici still looks angry but grudgingly takes her share. Brian turns to walk away from them when he feels arms grip his midsection tightly. Adrenaline rushes quickly to his brain and kick starts his heart beat. "Be careful," Medina whispers. Brian nods to shake off the urge to turn and hurt her. He isn't used to being grabbed so suddenly and has to tense his muscles to keep from doing something stupid. Quickly her arms disappear from around him. Brian continues deeper into the building.
A gaping hole splits a wall in half where he stands lost in thought. The glow of lights peek out from inside the hole like car headlights. He carefully edges through to the other side. It leads into a condemned building formerly used as a drug house in the old days. Some of the old equipment still lingers in corners or on forgotten shelves. Once or twice a bad baggie of pots been found here by scavengers or people from his organization. Its a building nearly no one uses anymore since it leads into the outside. Though its the best place for the Smugglers to be.
He heads for another hole leading into a tunnel system just below the settlement. Its where he stays most nights, secluded from outside world and just close enough to it he feels safe. Its dingy and dark down here with the frequent possibility of having an infected shamble through. Brian doesn't worry about those things though. He would rather die by infected than anybody of his own kind. He should be worried now as he picks through the rubble in the tunnels, but he's only worried about what Audici and Medina told him earlier.
The fireflies would only attack if they really thought something here to be important. Such as someone immune - though since rumor has died out about that person Brian assumes they are dead. And the all time highs of people showing symptoms without registering on the Military scanners as being infected is also strange. Its not only Audici he's witnessed being treated by a doctor thus far. Lots of the slum people show the same symptoms she does and worse. Brian has no way of getting any news without getting closer to the upper settlements people so he isn't sure what to make of this. Howevee his brain jumps in several directions.
Its getting late. He can tell by the heavy feeling of his eyelids. By this point it must be dark outside and the girls will be asleep. Brian knows they will try their best and he's glad for it. Measures need to be taken in these situations. He rubs at his face tiredly. Before he knows it his eyes close for good and the nightmares take over.
"Keep walking," though Medina says it lightly a darker look graces her brown eyes. Her bright red lips pull into a frown as her eyes cut left to glance at something, or rather someone; Audici Sulijmani (Medinas younger sister) stands beside a man dressed in a proper doctors outfit. Brian doesn't question Medina's motives anymore, he's learned there's always a method to her madness so he continues on his way towards the commercial warehouse just up ahead. Its the only building completely open to the public and not falling to peices.
"Wanna tell me what that was about?" Hisses Brian as he pushes her away before they enter the building. He focuses wearily on the amount of homeless shambling around in this building. He wouldn't be surprised if any of them are infected, it wouldn't exactly be the first time. "Audici is sick...That man keeps trying to get into my pants as payment for treating her." Brian turns a little too quickly to look at Medina and startles a few weary bodies.
"Are you kidding me?" Brian barks out a sharp laugh. He pulls Medina deep into the building away from the homeless. "Some people," he scoffs with a shake of his head. Its not that Medina isn't pretty or anything, but she's only nineteen and that somewhat makes her a child in Brians eyes rather than the fearless woman she's shown herself to be. "That's not what's important, " Medina snaps impatiently. She looks at her shoes with a tiny sigh before continuing. "Audici and I went out for a while. When we came back she started acting strangely.... the scanners aren't registering infection though, something strange is going on."
Brian pays close attention to the worry in her eyes and the nervous shift of her feet. There's something she isn't telling him. "And?" He prompts a little harshly. He doesn't exactly have time for Medina to beat around the Bush. She scratches her head of sleek black hair and makes an exaggerated noise.
"There's also talk of the Fireflies attacking the Military here because of the strange things happening..."
Brian almost has to do a double take as Audici speaks. Medina jumps visibly in response to her sister's voice. The ten year old looks out of place here with her clean pressed clothes and grade schooler face. She also smells of Emilys favorite brand of perfume. She appeared out of no where wearing a grim look on her young face. "Dr.Samuels says they are trying to induct any able bodied citizen into the Military here. Anyone refusing is considered part of the Fireflies and killed on the spot," she informs while wiping her runny nose on her sleeve. Brian considers this for a long moment. There's plenty here who refuse the Military on grounds of wanting as normal of a life as possible. Killing them on spot seems harsh and he doesn't exactly believe every word out of Audici's mouth but it seems likely.
Brian exhales deeply and looks at the both of them. Even if they are both kids they are the first and only he's ever trusted so deeply. With this kind of thing hanging on his shoulders he wont be leaving them to fend - from the second the news registers in his mind he knows he'll be leaving the settlement. He isn't sure yet of where he'll be going but it'll be definantly far away from here. And as much as his loner instincts scream to do this on his own he knows the dangers are enhanced now. In an instant he's formulated a plan.
"Ok, that's a lot to take in. Have either of you actually seen this happen?" His skepticism shows bluntly. Audici looks mildly offended that he isn't taking her word for it. However both of them shake their heads. "Alright here's the plan. Go out and see if this is happening. If someone gets in trouble try to stop any killing from happening and bring them here, itll be a good buisness boost."
"Buisness boost?" Audici sniffles back a wad of snot while laughing wildly. "You really have no compassion Brian Westbrooke."
"Listen little girl, just do this and when and if there's an actual attack we'll have the back up we need to get out of here," Brian snaps a little loudly. Medina shushes him wildly and places her hands on her sister's shoulder. "We'll do it, for a price," Medina says.
Of course nothing is frew anymore. Not in this world at least. Brian fishes a couple of ration cards from his pockets without hesitation. He can't help but admire Medina taking initiative in actually demanding pay rather than asking. He hands them over with a slighty tight lipped look. Medina takes them with a grin of her own and shoves them in the depths of her cargo pants. Audici still looks angry but grudgingly takes her share. Brian turns to walk away from them when he feels arms grip his midsection tightly. Adrenaline rushes quickly to his brain and kick starts his heart beat. "Be careful," Medina whispers. Brian nods to shake off the urge to turn and hurt her. He isn't used to being grabbed so suddenly and has to tense his muscles to keep from doing something stupid. Quickly her arms disappear from around him. Brian continues deeper into the building.
A gaping hole splits a wall in half where he stands lost in thought. The glow of lights peek out from inside the hole like car headlights. He carefully edges through to the other side. It leads into a condemned building formerly used as a drug house in the old days. Some of the old equipment still lingers in corners or on forgotten shelves. Once or twice a bad baggie of pots been found here by scavengers or people from his organization. Its a building nearly no one uses anymore since it leads into the outside. Though its the best place for the Smugglers to be.
He heads for another hole leading into a tunnel system just below the settlement. Its where he stays most nights, secluded from outside world and just close enough to it he feels safe. Its dingy and dark down here with the frequent possibility of having an infected shamble through. Brian doesn't worry about those things though. He would rather die by infected than anybody of his own kind. He should be worried now as he picks through the rubble in the tunnels, but he's only worried about what Audici and Medina told him earlier.
The fireflies would only attack if they really thought something here to be important. Such as someone immune - though since rumor has died out about that person Brian assumes they are dead. And the all time highs of people showing symptoms without registering on the Military scanners as being infected is also strange. Its not only Audici he's witnessed being treated by a doctor thus far. Lots of the slum people show the same symptoms she does and worse. Brian has no way of getting any news without getting closer to the upper settlements people so he isn't sure what to make of this. Howevee his brain jumps in several directions.
Its getting late. He can tell by the heavy feeling of his eyelids. By this point it must be dark outside and the girls will be asleep. Brian knows they will try their best and he's glad for it. Measures need to be taken in these situations. He rubs at his face tiredly. Before he knows it his eyes close for good and the nightmares take over.
The low murmurs of humanity fill the warehouse, like every night. There's the usual baseline of gentle snores from the lucky ones, the secure ones, the ones in groups that guarantee safety and the peace of mind to sleep. There's the timid whimpering of that woman in the corner; Tia never knew if she was asleep, in the throes of a recurring nightmare, or awake, fearful like herself, unable to relax fully, knowing letting your guard down could mean robbery, rape or worse. There's the creak and rustle and whisper as unseen people do unseen things in the dark concrete recesses of the building.
One night, she'd thought about approaching the whimpering woman, to say they'd be safer if they banded together. It happened often enough in the lower levels of the Zone, although it was more common for a woman to give herself up to some man for protection. But after several steps, the whimpering woman had looked up at her with such fear in her eyes that Tia had turned aside, found herself another quiet spot in which to settle down for the night.
Tonight she came to the warehouse late. All the best spots were gone, so she had to make camp by the wide crack in the warehouse wall where the junkies hung out. She gathers her belongings to her again; it's almost like an instinctive twitch now. Her little bag hangs safe around her neck under her oversized hoodie. The burnished steel of her grandfather's gun is cold against her forearm. She hasn't had to use it, but its weight is comforting. She's only pulled the stiff trigger once, that awful night a month ago when everything came crashing down, when her last two protectors in this strange and dangerous world had died, one due to her own stupidity. Tears prick Tia's eyes, as they have every night since.
Tia is drifting off when three figures are framed against the dusk in the warehouse doorway; their voices snap her back to wakefulness. After a moment of watching, she realises the child and the woman are Medina and Audici. The Sulijmani sisters Tia counts as friends. Medina is her own age, but having responsibility for Audici means she acts far more adult. As someone who, at least until recently, had someone to care for her, Tia feels more in common with the 10-year-old. They sometimes share in the various chores required around the Zone for everyday survival; laundry, clear-up, petty fetching and carrying, that sort of thing. Medina is so capable, she makes Tia feel like a child herself. She'd like to do something for her, prove herself an adult too. So far, staying alive has been Tia's focus.
She doesn't know the man they're talking to. He's big and stocky. He lets out a cruel laugh and pulls Medina to one side. Tia start up, worried for her friend, but there is no outcry from their shadow; perhaps it's okay. She looks on as Audici wanders over, then lets out a small gasp. She's almost certain she heard, over the background noise of the warehouse, the girl say 'the Fireflies...' She cranes her neck closer to better hear the stranger's urgent whispers. Then Audici laughs out loud, drawing glances from those nearby. 'You have no compassion, Brian,' the girl says. More urgent whispers dart back and forth between Medina and the man. H then hands something to the sisters, who then leave, Audici tagging along in Medina's purposeful wake as usual.
He's coming this way! Tia looks away in a panic, knowing her sudden movement and wide eyes have done more to give away her eavesdropping than being caught staring. She looks guilty, she knows. The man stops by her, and she tries to shrink further into her hoodie. Her heart is beating. Any and all strangers, even friends of her friends, should be considered dangerous down here. But the man squeezes through the gap in the wall and is gone. Tia exhales a breath she thought would have been too big to fit in her small body.
Tia looks back to the doorway. Night has fallen fully. She can't risk going outside looking for the Sulijmanis. Medina moves them around from one sleeping spot to another, as a precaution, and even if she felt brave enough to go looking for them, Tia isn't sure she even knows where all their hiding places are. No, it'll have to wait until the morning.
The Fireflies, though. A little thrill goes through Tia as she settles down again, in the hope of sleep. To some they are raiders, pirates, terrorists. To others they're just a nuisance, creating conflict and tension among the Zones, to no avail despite their grand claims of a Resistance. To a few, they are saviours, heroes to be spoken about in hushed tones, subject of wishes and dreams. To Tia, they mean one thing - DeShaun. Strong, brave, kind DeShaun. Her brother and friend. Her only family. She hasn't seen him in four years. The tears come back as Tia remembers that she would be the one to tell him their beloved grandparents are dead, the only home they'd ever known burnt to the ground, and all because of her own stupidity.
Tia's stifled sobs play a counterpart to the whimpering woman long into the night.
One night, she'd thought about approaching the whimpering woman, to say they'd be safer if they banded together. It happened often enough in the lower levels of the Zone, although it was more common for a woman to give herself up to some man for protection. But after several steps, the whimpering woman had looked up at her with such fear in her eyes that Tia had turned aside, found herself another quiet spot in which to settle down for the night.
Tonight she came to the warehouse late. All the best spots were gone, so she had to make camp by the wide crack in the warehouse wall where the junkies hung out. She gathers her belongings to her again; it's almost like an instinctive twitch now. Her little bag hangs safe around her neck under her oversized hoodie. The burnished steel of her grandfather's gun is cold against her forearm. She hasn't had to use it, but its weight is comforting. She's only pulled the stiff trigger once, that awful night a month ago when everything came crashing down, when her last two protectors in this strange and dangerous world had died, one due to her own stupidity. Tears prick Tia's eyes, as they have every night since.
Tia is drifting off when three figures are framed against the dusk in the warehouse doorway; their voices snap her back to wakefulness. After a moment of watching, she realises the child and the woman are Medina and Audici. The Sulijmani sisters Tia counts as friends. Medina is her own age, but having responsibility for Audici means she acts far more adult. As someone who, at least until recently, had someone to care for her, Tia feels more in common with the 10-year-old. They sometimes share in the various chores required around the Zone for everyday survival; laundry, clear-up, petty fetching and carrying, that sort of thing. Medina is so capable, she makes Tia feel like a child herself. She'd like to do something for her, prove herself an adult too. So far, staying alive has been Tia's focus.
She doesn't know the man they're talking to. He's big and stocky. He lets out a cruel laugh and pulls Medina to one side. Tia start up, worried for her friend, but there is no outcry from their shadow; perhaps it's okay. She looks on as Audici wanders over, then lets out a small gasp. She's almost certain she heard, over the background noise of the warehouse, the girl say 'the Fireflies...' She cranes her neck closer to better hear the stranger's urgent whispers. Then Audici laughs out loud, drawing glances from those nearby. 'You have no compassion, Brian,' the girl says. More urgent whispers dart back and forth between Medina and the man. H then hands something to the sisters, who then leave, Audici tagging along in Medina's purposeful wake as usual.
He's coming this way! Tia looks away in a panic, knowing her sudden movement and wide eyes have done more to give away her eavesdropping than being caught staring. She looks guilty, she knows. The man stops by her, and she tries to shrink further into her hoodie. Her heart is beating. Any and all strangers, even friends of her friends, should be considered dangerous down here. But the man squeezes through the gap in the wall and is gone. Tia exhales a breath she thought would have been too big to fit in her small body.
Tia looks back to the doorway. Night has fallen fully. She can't risk going outside looking for the Sulijmanis. Medina moves them around from one sleeping spot to another, as a precaution, and even if she felt brave enough to go looking for them, Tia isn't sure she even knows where all their hiding places are. No, it'll have to wait until the morning.
The Fireflies, though. A little thrill goes through Tia as she settles down again, in the hope of sleep. To some they are raiders, pirates, terrorists. To others they're just a nuisance, creating conflict and tension among the Zones, to no avail despite their grand claims of a Resistance. To a few, they are saviours, heroes to be spoken about in hushed tones, subject of wishes and dreams. To Tia, they mean one thing - DeShaun. Strong, brave, kind DeShaun. Her brother and friend. Her only family. She hasn't seen him in four years. The tears come back as Tia remembers that she would be the one to tell him their beloved grandparents are dead, the only home they'd ever known burnt to the ground, and all because of her own stupidity.
Tia's stifled sobs play a counterpart to the whimpering woman long into the night.
Angel sat in her perch up in the tree. She'd been there since before the sun went down just scoping out her next target. Ever since she had come to this little settlement she had taken it upon herself to take on the job of scavenger, not that she was the only one but she did like to think of herself as one of the best. This particular building had once been a hardware store and while there was a good chance that anything worth taking was already gone, Angela was meticulous and searched every building for herself. Even the smallest of finds could mean life or death out here.
Now with the sun down she slid from the tree landing softly on the ground. A lot of settlers thought she was nuts to go out at night, in her opinion night was really the best time to go out. She might not be able to see as well but that also meant the runners couldn't either. Her biggest worry was clickers, of which she had counted two for sure. The building wasn't large like it had once been part of a chin, more like a mom and pop local thing. In total, from what she could tell, there were five infected. More than she would have liked but not enough to make her turn away.
Drawing an arrow she set it home, her bow at the ready as she slowly made her way to the front of the building, keeping low and using any means for cover. Once there she crouched belowthe a broken window then carefully peered over the ledge. Roughly six feet ahead of her sat a newly infected silently weeping to herself. For a long time after Angela was first on her own she had often wondered why they cried. Was it because they knew on some level they were turning into monstrosities that would destroy everything they had once loved given the chance? Or maybe they were just in pain? Now days it didn't matter much, they were just one more obstacle between her and tomorrow.
Angela took a look around before she stood and aimed her arrow at the pathetic being that had once been human. Inhaling slowly she then exhaled and released the arrow that then buried itself deep in the neck of the infected. The thing twitched and gargled before finally dying on the cement floor. Carefully she stepped through the open window and over to the body and patted it down looking for anything left over from when it was still a person. Luck seemed to be on her side tonight because she found four pistol rounds in her cargo pants. Angela didn't use a pistol herself but she could use the ammo to trade for what she did need, arrows and shotgun shells. Slipping them into a pocket on her bag she looked back at the body, that arrow was deep in there. For now it was a lost cause but maybe after she cleared the place out she could take the time to come back for it.
The sound of one of the clickers getting closer drew her out of her thoughts. Ever so carefully she backed up against one of the cashier counters hidden from it echolocation clicks. Quietly Angela slid the bow into a homemade pouch on her pack while she drew one of her shivs from the loops she'd sewn into her pants leg. There she waited ready to pounce the moment the clicker was in range. 'Closer, closer. . .and NOW!' Leaping up she grabbed the clicker in a head lock from behind and stabbed it repeatedly for good measure. "Well there goes another shiv." She huffed quietly to herself she was down to one now. Angela went about finishing off the last two in a similar fashion; stealthy, quickly, and without incident.
Angela went about searching the hardware store, she looked in every nook and cranny even lifting the downed aisles. In the end her haul was pretty good, she found a box of old rusty long nails, a rubber mallet, could be used for anything really, a hand saw and a couple of packages of picture hanging wire. It was while she was in the back that she found something that didn't belong, a shifty floor. Concrete floors didn't shift like this and as she cleared away the debris she noticed a handle. "A basement huh? Bet there'd be something good down there." Angela stood and looked at it for a long time before deciding against going down in there. That was a job better suited for daylights and she was sure that what luck she did have was about to run thin tonight. Instead she turned and saved that project for another day.
The trek back to the settlement was relatively easy, she had taken the path many times before. She made it to the gate with no trouble and whistled to signal whoever was on guard duty to let her in. Being back inside made Angela relax as tension she hadn't realized she had slipped away. Most people were asleep by now so she would have to wait till morning to get rid of her goods. For now she made her way to her usually place and bedded down for the rest of the night. Tonight had been a good night and there were so few of those these days.
David felt his body lurch and falter as the exhaustion set in. It was now he was noticing just how hungry he was and how late it was getting. He had spent the entire day scavenging outside the town borders but nothing of particular interest had come up. Working over the smaller town about an hours walk away, David had only sourced a few rifle bullets, a can of food and one roll of bandages. It really had been a sorry day to remove one's self from the safety of the town.
David rested in the shadows of a tree and watched as the sun went down. He pulled a stale roll he'd bought off some would-be baker that morning and took small bites at it's side. David chewed slowly on the roll, savoring the taste of the cooked dough, even though it was stale, and reminisced of a time when his mother used to bring him sandwiches filled with all sorts of meat. It had been such a long time since he had been happy at something so trivial as the taste of bread. David took another bite and nearly had a heart attack as a woman appeared from the shadows.
The woman was short in stature, but she had flowing hair that David wasn't sure exactly what the colour was because of the lack of light. She walked with confidence and he could hear her moving with a decent pace as she moved forward, not noticing him sitting there under a tree in the shadows. He had wondered if maybe she'd been scavenging in the nearby town too? That might have explained the abundance of Clickers and Runners today. David set his roll down on the ground on a torn piece of clothe, trying to preserve it form the ground. He went to stand to call out the woman; he would have preferred the company back to the town rather than go alone at this time of night. But as he fixed his bag to his back and picked his roll up turning towards the direction the girl was travelling, he was pulled up short when he saw she was gone.
Damn she moved fast.
David sighed and put one foot in front of the other, it looked as though he was footing it back the rest of the way alone... The moon was out as David walked back. He hadn't realised until the sun was setting just how long he'd been out of the town but that being said, he hadn't exactly rushed himself to get back. Since the news of a Military/Fireflies war has reached the town, no one had really been allowed out. In fact, David had had to slip his way out and move quietly.
Another thirty minutes passed and David saw the dull, but present lights of the town ahead. So far so good! No infected seen within miles of the town. He pulled up to the side of a large, military issued concrete wall that bordered the town and uncovered a hole that he'd managed to dig over the past week just under a small collapse in the bottom of the wall. It wasn't perfect, and it was sure as hell a tight fit for his frame, but with a bit of wiggle David managed to get back into the town.
He weaved his way around to the large warehouse that was being used a makeshift sickbay and housing settlement for lost wanderers and noted the appearance of two girls huddled towards a corner as he moved to find a free bed for the night. Conveniently for David, the closest bed lay in earshot of the two girls speaking to one another and as he settled himself into bed for the night he listened as they spoke...
"Audici, I don't want to hear it. You're fine! We're fine... This place is fine."
"Stop lying to me... I'm not stupid."
"I know that... But you've just got a... Cold or something..."
"You heard what that Military guy was saying earlier to the other one. It's changing Medina."
"No, we heard that the Fireflies are attacking the Military and recruiting people..."
"And we-"
"Audici. Stop it. If anyone even suspects that you could be infected.. You know what will happen."
The girls went silent and David lay awake listening to the girls as they silently argued a little longer. Soon they were settling themselves in for the night and David found himself drifting to sleep, riding out the night to whatever tomorrow rang. Another day gone, another day survived, David just hoped tomorrow would be end the same.
David rested in the shadows of a tree and watched as the sun went down. He pulled a stale roll he'd bought off some would-be baker that morning and took small bites at it's side. David chewed slowly on the roll, savoring the taste of the cooked dough, even though it was stale, and reminisced of a time when his mother used to bring him sandwiches filled with all sorts of meat. It had been such a long time since he had been happy at something so trivial as the taste of bread. David took another bite and nearly had a heart attack as a woman appeared from the shadows.
The woman was short in stature, but she had flowing hair that David wasn't sure exactly what the colour was because of the lack of light. She walked with confidence and he could hear her moving with a decent pace as she moved forward, not noticing him sitting there under a tree in the shadows. He had wondered if maybe she'd been scavenging in the nearby town too? That might have explained the abundance of Clickers and Runners today. David set his roll down on the ground on a torn piece of clothe, trying to preserve it form the ground. He went to stand to call out the woman; he would have preferred the company back to the town rather than go alone at this time of night. But as he fixed his bag to his back and picked his roll up turning towards the direction the girl was travelling, he was pulled up short when he saw she was gone.
Damn she moved fast.
David sighed and put one foot in front of the other, it looked as though he was footing it back the rest of the way alone... The moon was out as David walked back. He hadn't realised until the sun was setting just how long he'd been out of the town but that being said, he hadn't exactly rushed himself to get back. Since the news of a Military/Fireflies war has reached the town, no one had really been allowed out. In fact, David had had to slip his way out and move quietly.
Another thirty minutes passed and David saw the dull, but present lights of the town ahead. So far so good! No infected seen within miles of the town. He pulled up to the side of a large, military issued concrete wall that bordered the town and uncovered a hole that he'd managed to dig over the past week just under a small collapse in the bottom of the wall. It wasn't perfect, and it was sure as hell a tight fit for his frame, but with a bit of wiggle David managed to get back into the town.
He weaved his way around to the large warehouse that was being used a makeshift sickbay and housing settlement for lost wanderers and noted the appearance of two girls huddled towards a corner as he moved to find a free bed for the night. Conveniently for David, the closest bed lay in earshot of the two girls speaking to one another and as he settled himself into bed for the night he listened as they spoke...
"Audici, I don't want to hear it. You're fine! We're fine... This place is fine."
"Stop lying to me... I'm not stupid."
"I know that... But you've just got a... Cold or something..."
"You heard what that Military guy was saying earlier to the other one. It's changing Medina."
"No, we heard that the Fireflies are attacking the Military and recruiting people..."
"And we-"
"Audici. Stop it. If anyone even suspects that you could be infected.. You know what will happen."
The girls went silent and David lay awake listening to the girls as they silently argued a little longer. Soon they were settling themselves in for the night and David found himself drifting to sleep, riding out the night to whatever tomorrow rang. Another day gone, another day survived, David just hoped tomorrow would be end the same.
Many Hours Later...
A high pitched whine cuts the silence of the tunnels. Brian jolts awake so quickly he manages to startle whatever made the noise. Its not human thankfully but Brians heart still races as he watches the large Rodent scurry back into the dark recesses. Brian rubs his hand acrossed his eyes to clear away the fog of a restless night. His adrenaline rush doesn't fade until he's gotten his equipment back on him and he's halfway to the gap leading to the warehouse.
For the second time this day Brian is startled, this time by a movement in the corner of this room. He reaches instinctively for the Kukri at his belt. However the movement ceases and Brian fails to detect any signs of a human, infected or otherwise. He sighs and mentally chastises himself for being so jumpy. He crosses the gap and notices the amount of people still huddled in this building. Through a minimal crack in the ceiling he can see its still dark out. He doesn't know how late it actually is but its safe to assume the curfew is still in effect.
Its dangerous to leave now but Brian risks it anyways. He steps quietly over and around bodies that could be sleeping or dead. He passes by where Medina is snoring softly and curled up close to the wall. He peers closer and notices Audici is gone. He surveys the building curiously but sees neither hide nor hair of the child at all. He ponders the shifty feeling I'm his gut for a while, nothing feels right all of a sudden. Also he knows for a fact Medina would be right on Audici's heels if the younger girl went out. Brian pulls the Kukarivfrom his belt and almost silently makes his way outside.
Its nearly the break of dawn. He can see a barely there sliver of pink light on the horizon. Its eerily quiet now, as most people have found a place to hunker down for the night. The only sound he hears is the distant footfalls of a Soldiars boots. He progresses foreward past tents and various unwatched market stalls until he's on the Soldiars tail. Brian pauses wearily when the Soldiar stops to look around.
That's when he sees it.
Its only a single flash of silver at first, but it quickly takes shape; a pendant only the Fireflies wear. A symbol of their damned rebellion. Brian has no personal vendetta against them, but they certainly arnt helping things either. If they are here that means what Audici said is true. He moves foreward to get a better look at the mans face. He must be louder than he thinks because the Firefly spins on him. Brian lunges and grabs hold of the man.
"Put your hands-" his words turn into a garbled mess as Brian drags the Kukri over his throat. Brian couldn't afford to let the man see him and leave knowing his face. Whatever their reason for being here any and all fireflies are unwelcome. He lets the man's body fall to the ground and starts back for where Medina is to rouse her from sleep so they can get out now. Before he takes more than a few steps away a loud bang echoes in the air.
"Damnit," Brian curses as he is now turn between going back or checking out the loud bang. His answer comes with the sound of a very familiar childish scream. He takes off in that direction while the sound of gunfire light up the silence of morning. What he sees when he reaches the scene makes him falter. A woman in her mid twenties is holding on to a wildly thrashing Audici and bleeding heavily from a wound in her hand while a Firefly moves forward.
"LET.ME.GO!" Audici screams as her teeth work to grab the woman's flesh between them. Each of her words are heavily spoken and Brian can see the utter exhaustion in her.
"Stop," Brian doesn't know what posseses him to speak or step foreward. Maybe its seeing Audici in trouble - he doubts that, he could care less about her well being, he's never seen her this incapable. Most likely its his mind being tired of images of death being seared in. Audici is in on a long list of who he doesn't want to die beforevhis eyes...Like Emily, or the woman and her young son.
They jump at the sound of his voice. The woman's grip slackens just enough for Audici to pull her elbow back and aim a blow at the woman's gut. The woman staggers while Audici runs towards Brian. He notices now the fog in her eyes and blood on her mouth. She looks as if she's in a daze, nearing a point where she'll faint soon. Her mouth falls open and a low cry escapes. Brian freezes - she sounds like a runner.
With barely any time to think he shakes her harshly back to awareness. "Go get your sister, ill take care of these two." Her nod seems off and her staggering gait makes him worry. He combines himself that its just the flu or something as he turns back to the two people. His exchange with Audici lasted less than thirty seconds and the two have had enough time to somewhat recover and pull their guns.
Brian goes for the closest person, the woman. She strikes out with her gun instead of firing on him. It hits his jaw hard enough to cause an instant shooting pain through his skull. He blindly strikes with the Kukri and her following scream is satisfying. A bullet whizzing by him breaks the fog of getting hit so hard. He sees that the woman is downed by his blind slice so he quickly spins towards the man. More gun shots make him drop behind a large crate .
He puts the Kukri away and pulls a nail bomb from his bag instead. He knows the materials for these are hard to come by but he throws it out anyways. It lands too far from the man to do any fatal damage but gets him down long enough that Brian can hop the crate and get his arms around the man's neck. He holds his tight choke hold until the man goes limp. He picks up the man's discarded gun and checks the clip. Two bullets left. He uses one on the woman, shooting her through the head to kill any chance of her surviving the stomach wound. Then he drops the gun and jogs back towards the Warehouse.
He doesn't know what to expect when he gets back but by the gunfire and shouts picking up throug the settlement he doesn't assume its anything good.
A high pitched whine cuts the silence of the tunnels. Brian jolts awake so quickly he manages to startle whatever made the noise. Its not human thankfully but Brians heart still races as he watches the large Rodent scurry back into the dark recesses. Brian rubs his hand acrossed his eyes to clear away the fog of a restless night. His adrenaline rush doesn't fade until he's gotten his equipment back on him and he's halfway to the gap leading to the warehouse.
For the second time this day Brian is startled, this time by a movement in the corner of this room. He reaches instinctively for the Kukri at his belt. However the movement ceases and Brian fails to detect any signs of a human, infected or otherwise. He sighs and mentally chastises himself for being so jumpy. He crosses the gap and notices the amount of people still huddled in this building. Through a minimal crack in the ceiling he can see its still dark out. He doesn't know how late it actually is but its safe to assume the curfew is still in effect.
Its dangerous to leave now but Brian risks it anyways. He steps quietly over and around bodies that could be sleeping or dead. He passes by where Medina is snoring softly and curled up close to the wall. He peers closer and notices Audici is gone. He surveys the building curiously but sees neither hide nor hair of the child at all. He ponders the shifty feeling I'm his gut for a while, nothing feels right all of a sudden. Also he knows for a fact Medina would be right on Audici's heels if the younger girl went out. Brian pulls the Kukarivfrom his belt and almost silently makes his way outside.
Its nearly the break of dawn. He can see a barely there sliver of pink light on the horizon. Its eerily quiet now, as most people have found a place to hunker down for the night. The only sound he hears is the distant footfalls of a Soldiars boots. He progresses foreward past tents and various unwatched market stalls until he's on the Soldiars tail. Brian pauses wearily when the Soldiar stops to look around.
That's when he sees it.
Its only a single flash of silver at first, but it quickly takes shape; a pendant only the Fireflies wear. A symbol of their damned rebellion. Brian has no personal vendetta against them, but they certainly arnt helping things either. If they are here that means what Audici said is true. He moves foreward to get a better look at the mans face. He must be louder than he thinks because the Firefly spins on him. Brian lunges and grabs hold of the man.
"Put your hands-" his words turn into a garbled mess as Brian drags the Kukri over his throat. Brian couldn't afford to let the man see him and leave knowing his face. Whatever their reason for being here any and all fireflies are unwelcome. He lets the man's body fall to the ground and starts back for where Medina is to rouse her from sleep so they can get out now. Before he takes more than a few steps away a loud bang echoes in the air.
"Damnit," Brian curses as he is now turn between going back or checking out the loud bang. His answer comes with the sound of a very familiar childish scream. He takes off in that direction while the sound of gunfire light up the silence of morning. What he sees when he reaches the scene makes him falter. A woman in her mid twenties is holding on to a wildly thrashing Audici and bleeding heavily from a wound in her hand while a Firefly moves forward.
"LET.ME.GO!" Audici screams as her teeth work to grab the woman's flesh between them. Each of her words are heavily spoken and Brian can see the utter exhaustion in her.
"Stop," Brian doesn't know what posseses him to speak or step foreward. Maybe its seeing Audici in trouble - he doubts that, he could care less about her well being, he's never seen her this incapable. Most likely its his mind being tired of images of death being seared in. Audici is in on a long list of who he doesn't want to die beforevhis eyes...Like Emily, or the woman and her young son.
They jump at the sound of his voice. The woman's grip slackens just enough for Audici to pull her elbow back and aim a blow at the woman's gut. The woman staggers while Audici runs towards Brian. He notices now the fog in her eyes and blood on her mouth. She looks as if she's in a daze, nearing a point where she'll faint soon. Her mouth falls open and a low cry escapes. Brian freezes - she sounds like a runner.
With barely any time to think he shakes her harshly back to awareness. "Go get your sister, ill take care of these two." Her nod seems off and her staggering gait makes him worry. He combines himself that its just the flu or something as he turns back to the two people. His exchange with Audici lasted less than thirty seconds and the two have had enough time to somewhat recover and pull their guns.
Brian goes for the closest person, the woman. She strikes out with her gun instead of firing on him. It hits his jaw hard enough to cause an instant shooting pain through his skull. He blindly strikes with the Kukri and her following scream is satisfying. A bullet whizzing by him breaks the fog of getting hit so hard. He sees that the woman is downed by his blind slice so he quickly spins towards the man. More gun shots make him drop behind a large crate .
He puts the Kukri away and pulls a nail bomb from his bag instead. He knows the materials for these are hard to come by but he throws it out anyways. It lands too far from the man to do any fatal damage but gets him down long enough that Brian can hop the crate and get his arms around the man's neck. He holds his tight choke hold until the man goes limp. He picks up the man's discarded gun and checks the clip. Two bullets left. He uses one on the woman, shooting her through the head to kill any chance of her surviving the stomach wound. Then he drops the gun and jogs back towards the Warehouse.
He doesn't know what to expect when he gets back but by the gunfire and shouts picking up throug the settlement he doesn't assume its anything good.
David was in a fairly deep sleep most of the night surprisingly. Although he fell asleep fairly easily, as the exhaustion of the day took its toll he ended up drifting off with the thoughts of the two young girls arguing just a ways from him. He was nervous about leaving his shotgun at a hidden spot outside of the town... Realistically the Military would confiscate it within a heartbeat if he was seen carrying it, so there wasn't much he could do on that front; but still, only having a handgun on him wasn't enough to ease his state of mind.
It was when a daunting looking man moved past David's makeshift bed. The man had nudged David just enough when he stepped by him and David cautiously awoke to watch the man shift through the warehouse. He noted the man look towards where the two girls had been and saw the eldest was still asleep.David didn't pay much attention to honest and was prepared to roll back over and go to sleep, but he suddenly felt the urge of nature calling and he got up to relieve himself.
David groggily checked his bag over -nothing taken, thank god- and quietly followed in the direction of the man who'd roused him. He moved through the warehouse and took note of how many people were here now, not being able to notice or too tired to notice the exact number last night. Hundreds of people were lining the floor of the warehouse... A lot of them seemed irregularly sick too; moaning, groaning and twitching involuntarily. David moved out of the warehouse and was now traipsing thought a myriad of tents, then shanty stalls while he searched for an appropriate place to urinate. For a moment David wondered what was causing the outbreak but his mental and physical wandering was cut short when he heard the screams,
"LET.ME.GO!"
David was only a third of the way out of the warehouse when he heard the defiant screams of what he recognised was the younger girl from last night. Suddenly the entire town seemed dead quiet as David found himself trying to locate the source of the scream he'd heard. It had definitely sounded urgent, but when he looked behind himself, trying guage if anyone else had heard it, no one back down the through to the tents and into the warehouse seemed to have heard. Suddenly through the quiet anticipation of the semi darkness David could feel the tension as a man just up ahead called sternly,
"Stop."
That's when David moved closer down the way and saw the body of a man laying limp on the ground in a small pool of scarlet blood. David cursed to himself with a hiss and looked up and around, pulling his handgun from his jeans-waist, cocking it and preparing himself for whatever might happen. He leaned over to inspect the dead person and saw the glint of the familiar looking fireflies pendant. David's stomach dropped, the fireflies were definitely here; that wasn't a good sign for a town under such a heavy military watch.
Then suddenly David is nearly knocked over as a young girl whizzes past him and he recognises her immediately as the young sister from last night and his suspicion of her being the culprit of the scream he heard must be true. David reached out and grabbed her by the arm forcing her to swing around and come face to face with him,
"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked gruffly,
"Get off!" she grunted
David had to let go of the girl as she twisted from his grip, tears welling her eyes. He went to chase after her but suddenly the struggle coming from where the girl just ran from takes precedent and David rounded a corner just in time to draw his gun and fire a bullet once at an infected woman trying to take on the man who'd woken him up. David hadn't managed to land a killing a blow but a few moments later she was dispatched along with another infected/
"Fuck" was all David managed.
Suddenly a hundred or more screams resounded across the town as the morning sun broke fully over the nearby mountains. Gunshots followed the screams and just a ways off David heard the call of a military soldier,
"INFECTED IN THE SETTLEMENT!"
"I JUST FOUND A DEAD FIREFLY!"
David felt his gut drop again for the second time today. He looked up to the gruff man who'd just survived the two infected and a glare was issued from David - not necessarily out of anger, but more fear - David reacted quickly as the screams from the warehouse worsened and more gunshots rang out.
"We've got to get out of here..."
It was when a daunting looking man moved past David's makeshift bed. The man had nudged David just enough when he stepped by him and David cautiously awoke to watch the man shift through the warehouse. He noted the man look towards where the two girls had been and saw the eldest was still asleep.David didn't pay much attention to honest and was prepared to roll back over and go to sleep, but he suddenly felt the urge of nature calling and he got up to relieve himself.
David groggily checked his bag over -nothing taken, thank god- and quietly followed in the direction of the man who'd roused him. He moved through the warehouse and took note of how many people were here now, not being able to notice or too tired to notice the exact number last night. Hundreds of people were lining the floor of the warehouse... A lot of them seemed irregularly sick too; moaning, groaning and twitching involuntarily. David moved out of the warehouse and was now traipsing thought a myriad of tents, then shanty stalls while he searched for an appropriate place to urinate. For a moment David wondered what was causing the outbreak but his mental and physical wandering was cut short when he heard the screams,
"LET.ME.GO!"
David was only a third of the way out of the warehouse when he heard the defiant screams of what he recognised was the younger girl from last night. Suddenly the entire town seemed dead quiet as David found himself trying to locate the source of the scream he'd heard. It had definitely sounded urgent, but when he looked behind himself, trying guage if anyone else had heard it, no one back down the through to the tents and into the warehouse seemed to have heard. Suddenly through the quiet anticipation of the semi darkness David could feel the tension as a man just up ahead called sternly,
"Stop."
That's when David moved closer down the way and saw the body of a man laying limp on the ground in a small pool of scarlet blood. David cursed to himself with a hiss and looked up and around, pulling his handgun from his jeans-waist, cocking it and preparing himself for whatever might happen. He leaned over to inspect the dead person and saw the glint of the familiar looking fireflies pendant. David's stomach dropped, the fireflies were definitely here; that wasn't a good sign for a town under such a heavy military watch.
Then suddenly David is nearly knocked over as a young girl whizzes past him and he recognises her immediately as the young sister from last night and his suspicion of her being the culprit of the scream he heard must be true. David reached out and grabbed her by the arm forcing her to swing around and come face to face with him,
"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked gruffly,
"Get off!" she grunted
David had to let go of the girl as she twisted from his grip, tears welling her eyes. He went to chase after her but suddenly the struggle coming from where the girl just ran from takes precedent and David rounded a corner just in time to draw his gun and fire a bullet once at an infected woman trying to take on the man who'd woken him up. David hadn't managed to land a killing a blow but a few moments later she was dispatched along with another infected/
"Fuck" was all David managed.
Suddenly a hundred or more screams resounded across the town as the morning sun broke fully over the nearby mountains. Gunshots followed the screams and just a ways off David heard the call of a military soldier,
"INFECTED IN THE SETTLEMENT!"
"I JUST FOUND A DEAD FIREFLY!"
David felt his gut drop again for the second time today. He looked up to the gruff man who'd just survived the two infected and a glare was issued from David - not necessarily out of anger, but more fear - David reacted quickly as the screams from the warehouse worsened and more gunshots rang out.
"We've got to get out of here..."
Angela's eyes snapped open as gunshots echoed in the distance. For a moment she wondered if she had imagined it, that was before that little girl who had been sick for some time now came stumbling groggily into the warehouse and loudly began to wake her sister. Only moments later more shots were fired and by now others had begun to wake, many reaching for their belongings and whatever makeshift weapon they had close by. Angela herself slipped on her bag and began to move around her bedding to reveal a piece of plywood underneath it all.
A loud screech filled the early morning air and for a moment everyone froze as if time had stopped. A man running by one of the warehouses broken windows paused long enough to yell a warning to them. "INFECTED IN THE SETTLEMENT!" before the screeching of more runners rang out. Just as quickly as everyone had paused they began to move again. Angela tossed the ply-board aside to reveal the hole under it which was where she stashed her shotgun. It was a military grade shotgun with a clip. She had found it and the spare clip that was stashed with it on a dead soldier several months after the riot that caused her to leave her home.
Angela checked the clips both were full with five rounds and she knew she had six more in her pack. She slid the spare clip into her pocket then pushed her way through the crowd of people trying to get out. No way was she going to get trapped in a warehouse with a bunch of infected. Once out on the street the took a moment to get her bearings. People were running scared and shots were being fired wildly hitting infected and non alike. With all the chaos she wouldn't be able to use her shotgun without taking out the wrong people.
Angel was ever alert as she ran through the panicked people and the infected that attacked them. That's when she saw it, the pieced together watch tower. Instantly she made a mad run for it and scrambled up to the top. Luckily there was a stash of arrows there, only eight but with her twelve it was enough to make a dent. Taking out her bow she picked up arrow after arrow and carefully fired them off, they weren't always kill shots but even slowing them down long enough to allow someone to escape felt like a victory to her.
A man running in her direction caught her attention, he was hurt and the runner chasing him was closing in, He didn't stand a chance. Without thinking she yelled out to him. "GET DOWN!" The man looked up and saw her drawn bow then ducked. There was no hesitation, Angela let the arrow fly. It made it's home in the infected's eye effectively downing it. The man looked back at her and quickly nodded his head before continuing on his way.
A sudden violent shake of the tower caught her by surprise and she had to grip the railing to keep from falling off. Angela heard their screeching before she saw them. Looking down she saw several runners surrounding the base. They were beating and shaking the structure, a structure that was never meant to take the kind of beating they were giving it. She heard the wood splinter and crack and knew she was in for a chad landing as any moment. Right as she secured her bow an infected gave it the last blow that caused it to fall like a tree cut down by a lumberjack.
Angela did the best the could to roll with the fall but as she rushed to get the last of her arrows that had scattered about she felt a jolt of pain in her left shoulder and the knee in her jeans was torn, she didn't have to check it to know it was bleeding. Doing her best to run with her knee the way it was she only had one thought. 'I don't have to be the fastest, I just have to be faster than someone else.' Everywhere she looked there was chaos, there was no clear sign of which way would be the safest to get the hell out of there. "Shit, there has to be a way." In the end she just picked a way to go and hoped for the best, that's when she ran into two men and a couple of bodies.
A loud screech filled the early morning air and for a moment everyone froze as if time had stopped. A man running by one of the warehouses broken windows paused long enough to yell a warning to them. "INFECTED IN THE SETTLEMENT!" before the screeching of more runners rang out. Just as quickly as everyone had paused they began to move again. Angela tossed the ply-board aside to reveal the hole under it which was where she stashed her shotgun. It was a military grade shotgun with a clip. She had found it and the spare clip that was stashed with it on a dead soldier several months after the riot that caused her to leave her home.
Angela checked the clips both were full with five rounds and she knew she had six more in her pack. She slid the spare clip into her pocket then pushed her way through the crowd of people trying to get out. No way was she going to get trapped in a warehouse with a bunch of infected. Once out on the street the took a moment to get her bearings. People were running scared and shots were being fired wildly hitting infected and non alike. With all the chaos she wouldn't be able to use her shotgun without taking out the wrong people.
Angel was ever alert as she ran through the panicked people and the infected that attacked them. That's when she saw it, the pieced together watch tower. Instantly she made a mad run for it and scrambled up to the top. Luckily there was a stash of arrows there, only eight but with her twelve it was enough to make a dent. Taking out her bow she picked up arrow after arrow and carefully fired them off, they weren't always kill shots but even slowing them down long enough to allow someone to escape felt like a victory to her.
A man running in her direction caught her attention, he was hurt and the runner chasing him was closing in, He didn't stand a chance. Without thinking she yelled out to him. "GET DOWN!" The man looked up and saw her drawn bow then ducked. There was no hesitation, Angela let the arrow fly. It made it's home in the infected's eye effectively downing it. The man looked back at her and quickly nodded his head before continuing on his way.
A sudden violent shake of the tower caught her by surprise and she had to grip the railing to keep from falling off. Angela heard their screeching before she saw them. Looking down she saw several runners surrounding the base. They were beating and shaking the structure, a structure that was never meant to take the kind of beating they were giving it. She heard the wood splinter and crack and knew she was in for a chad landing as any moment. Right as she secured her bow an infected gave it the last blow that caused it to fall like a tree cut down by a lumberjack.
Angela did the best the could to roll with the fall but as she rushed to get the last of her arrows that had scattered about she felt a jolt of pain in her left shoulder and the knee in her jeans was torn, she didn't have to check it to know it was bleeding. Doing her best to run with her knee the way it was she only had one thought. 'I don't have to be the fastest, I just have to be faster than someone else.' Everywhere she looked there was chaos, there was no clear sign of which way would be the safest to get the hell out of there. "Shit, there has to be a way." In the end she just picked a way to go and hoped for the best, that's when she ran into two men and a couple of bodies.
Tia was on her feet before she was even awake; in her restless sleep, the whimpering woman's low weeping had grown into gasps of panic and shrieks of fear. A quick grab about her confirmed her pistol and hatchet; everything else was expendable in the dash for safety.
It wasn't until she has scampered through the crowd of bodies at the gate of the warehouse that she fully came to her senses. The sense of mass panic grew as a man ran past shouting 'INFECTED IN THE SETTLEMENT', and Tia was forced forward by the press of people behind her. Thoughts whirled through her mind. What was the fall-back plan for a breach like this? Who was in charge? Was there even a plan?
The unmistakable screech of runners brought Tia to her senses. Get away from the main body of people, she realised. Get away from the most attractive target. That's the only plan now, survival.
Tia was darting through the press of panicked humanity in the courtyard, her small body buffetted here and there by flailing elbows and knees, and heading for a previously scouted hiding place in the pipes and drums of the laundry, when she heard a second cry go up, one to drive the panic from her heart and fill it with hope instead: 'I JUST FOUND A DEAD FIREFLY'.
Fireflies? That meant DeShaun might be near! Suddenly, in the midst of the settlement's destruction, salvation was at hand. Tia stopped running, and glanced around for her brother's big, round head, the massive bulk of his shoulders. Scanning above the crowd's head nearly cost Tia her life. The runner obviously focussed its poor eyesight on her still form as the easiest to come to grips with, and over the noise of the panicked compound, Tia didn't hear its moans until it had grabbed her right shoulder. She shrieked and twisted as the creature pulled her close; its long, greasy hair whipped against her face. Only the outsized nature of her hoodie saved her. She was able to squirm away inside the giant garment, leaving the runner holding only the heavy cotton fabric. Nonetheless, it was still pulling her closer. Unable to raise her pistol due to the runner's grip, Tia swung her hatchet with her left hand. Not her stronger hand, and bending her body back from the infected jaws, the blow was weak, inflicting a deep but superficial wound on the grasping bicep; she cut only skin, not muscle.
Then an arrow suddenly protruded out of the creature's eye socket, and it staggered once and dropped to the ground with a gutteral groan. Tia looked around wildly, then dived for cover as a makeshift tower came crumbling down. She scrambled behind a stand of rubble-filled oil-drums a few metres away and watched as a long-haired girl crawled out of the debris and staggered to her feet. Blood was already slicking the girl's lower leg, but she grimaced and hobbled on her way. She didn't see the runner behind her; perhaps she was still dazed from the fall. Tia raised her heavy pistol with two hands and fired.
The recoil flung her backwards, leaving her arms numb. She couldn't see the girl any more, but the runner she'd shot at now lay in the mud of the compound, twitching. As she dragged herself to her feet again, her wet leggings now stuck to her like skin, two men bustled round the corner. Heavily armed and bearing rifles, Tia at first thought they were military, finally responding to the Infected break-in. Then she saw the geometric pendants hanging round their necks. 'Fireflies!' she cried out, raising her arms in triumph.
The two men swivelled in her direction. One dropped to one knee; both took up firing positions; the muzzles of their rifles spat flame.
It wasn't until she has scampered through the crowd of bodies at the gate of the warehouse that she fully came to her senses. The sense of mass panic grew as a man ran past shouting 'INFECTED IN THE SETTLEMENT', and Tia was forced forward by the press of people behind her. Thoughts whirled through her mind. What was the fall-back plan for a breach like this? Who was in charge? Was there even a plan?
The unmistakable screech of runners brought Tia to her senses. Get away from the main body of people, she realised. Get away from the most attractive target. That's the only plan now, survival.
Tia was darting through the press of panicked humanity in the courtyard, her small body buffetted here and there by flailing elbows and knees, and heading for a previously scouted hiding place in the pipes and drums of the laundry, when she heard a second cry go up, one to drive the panic from her heart and fill it with hope instead: 'I JUST FOUND A DEAD FIREFLY'.
Fireflies? That meant DeShaun might be near! Suddenly, in the midst of the settlement's destruction, salvation was at hand. Tia stopped running, and glanced around for her brother's big, round head, the massive bulk of his shoulders. Scanning above the crowd's head nearly cost Tia her life. The runner obviously focussed its poor eyesight on her still form as the easiest to come to grips with, and over the noise of the panicked compound, Tia didn't hear its moans until it had grabbed her right shoulder. She shrieked and twisted as the creature pulled her close; its long, greasy hair whipped against her face. Only the outsized nature of her hoodie saved her. She was able to squirm away inside the giant garment, leaving the runner holding only the heavy cotton fabric. Nonetheless, it was still pulling her closer. Unable to raise her pistol due to the runner's grip, Tia swung her hatchet with her left hand. Not her stronger hand, and bending her body back from the infected jaws, the blow was weak, inflicting a deep but superficial wound on the grasping bicep; she cut only skin, not muscle.
Then an arrow suddenly protruded out of the creature's eye socket, and it staggered once and dropped to the ground with a gutteral groan. Tia looked around wildly, then dived for cover as a makeshift tower came crumbling down. She scrambled behind a stand of rubble-filled oil-drums a few metres away and watched as a long-haired girl crawled out of the debris and staggered to her feet. Blood was already slicking the girl's lower leg, but she grimaced and hobbled on her way. She didn't see the runner behind her; perhaps she was still dazed from the fall. Tia raised her heavy pistol with two hands and fired.
The recoil flung her backwards, leaving her arms numb. She couldn't see the girl any more, but the runner she'd shot at now lay in the mud of the compound, twitching. As she dragged herself to her feet again, her wet leggings now stuck to her like skin, two men bustled round the corner. Heavily armed and bearing rifles, Tia at first thought they were military, finally responding to the Infected break-in. Then she saw the geometric pendants hanging round their necks. 'Fireflies!' she cried out, raising her arms in triumph.
The two men swivelled in her direction. One dropped to one knee; both took up firing positions; the muzzles of their rifles spat flame.
Brian couldn't think past the mass panic engulfing the settlement in a panicked haze. Off in the distance he heard shouts and the harsh biting words of the Military picking the runners off. With his eyes still blurry from the pain of getting hit he focuses now on a newcomer. He isn't infected is the first thing he notices, the second is that he's quite young but doesn't look to be Military. "We've got to get out of here..." the man says while glaring in fear. Brian nearly snaps that there is no 'we' in this situation but his self preservation skills scream to keep quiet. He grunts in reply and brandishes his Kukri once more.
"Its your damn lucky day kid," Brian mumbles at the man as he proceedes cautiously foreward once more. He stops once the sound of light steps reach his ears and another uninfected comes into view. This one is a woman, young but by no means frail or weak like many others. She carries weapons that would get her killed if the military were to find them. "Shit, looks like we got ourselves a party." Brian motions for the two to follow him. He doesn't doubt they don't exactly trust him. Hell, Brian himself gets a nervous itch as he's turning his back to them but he knows this is the chance he's been waiting for.
He doesn't wait for them to gather their thoughts. Wether they keep up or not isn't his problem. Brian leads the way through the growing masses of bodies until he spots two more fireflies nearby. They take to their knees to fire. Brian moves to get a clear view before they do. The girl is no older than Medina, Brian recognizes her faintly but doesn't personally know her. He does however know she isn't infected. Brian tries his best to rush them in time but they fire before he can even Sink the Kukri into the soft flesh at the base of the first ones skull. The second rounds on him in outrage, prepared to spill as many rounds into Brians body as possible to kill him.
With his Kukri left in the man's skull and his gun completely forgotten he moves to find refuge behind another forgotten stall. From this point he can see the girl but can't tell if she's been shot. He motions to the Kukri buried in the fireflies skull. He remembers his own gun and grabs it from his holster. While staying just out of firing range he tries to aim for the other firefly. The bullet goes wide and splinters the wooden leg of an old chair left by another stall. He grits his teeth snd ducks as the man shoots wildly at him. Hes surprised no infected have found their way here yet - until he hears an unmistakable sound.
The clicking is rapid but Brian suspects it has already detected their wherabouts. Its ugly faintly glowing head comes into view close to the girl and firefly. The clicker lets out a horrible shriek thats drowned out suddenly by the sound of several others in the area.
"Its your damn lucky day kid," Brian mumbles at the man as he proceedes cautiously foreward once more. He stops once the sound of light steps reach his ears and another uninfected comes into view. This one is a woman, young but by no means frail or weak like many others. She carries weapons that would get her killed if the military were to find them. "Shit, looks like we got ourselves a party." Brian motions for the two to follow him. He doesn't doubt they don't exactly trust him. Hell, Brian himself gets a nervous itch as he's turning his back to them but he knows this is the chance he's been waiting for.
He doesn't wait for them to gather their thoughts. Wether they keep up or not isn't his problem. Brian leads the way through the growing masses of bodies until he spots two more fireflies nearby. They take to their knees to fire. Brian moves to get a clear view before they do. The girl is no older than Medina, Brian recognizes her faintly but doesn't personally know her. He does however know she isn't infected. Brian tries his best to rush them in time but they fire before he can even Sink the Kukri into the soft flesh at the base of the first ones skull. The second rounds on him in outrage, prepared to spill as many rounds into Brians body as possible to kill him.
With his Kukri left in the man's skull and his gun completely forgotten he moves to find refuge behind another forgotten stall. From this point he can see the girl but can't tell if she's been shot. He motions to the Kukri buried in the fireflies skull. He remembers his own gun and grabs it from his holster. While staying just out of firing range he tries to aim for the other firefly. The bullet goes wide and splinters the wooden leg of an old chair left by another stall. He grits his teeth snd ducks as the man shoots wildly at him. Hes surprised no infected have found their way here yet - until he hears an unmistakable sound.
The clicking is rapid but Brian suspects it has already detected their wherabouts. Its ugly faintly glowing head comes into view close to the girl and firefly. The clicker lets out a horrible shriek thats drowned out suddenly by the sound of several others in the area.
"It's your damn lucky day kid." The man mumbles to David.
David barely had time to be offended at the notion of being called a kid. A younger woman nearly knocked him to the ground before David realised she was there. He aimed his gun upwards, pointing it directly to her chest, not completely sure whether or not he should fire or let her live. Luckily, she moved with the intention so of an able minded uninfected and David paused his decision to fire and dropped the weapon to a ready when necessary position. David looked her over, silently impressed by her arsenal at hand, wishing desperately he'd been as game as she had been to bring weapons into the settlement. Fuck that was a bad move... And to get his shotgun he was going to have to back track around the settlement slightly.
"Looks like we got ourselves a little party" the man says, breaking the momentary pause.
David silently follows when the man motion the two to follow and is quietly thankful they're just out of the main shit storm. But as the man begins to lead them through the settlement it's apparent the other areas have just been notified too. More people start to show, and more infected screams start to resound across the early morning light as it breaks across the settlement. David began to run with his arm raised high and his handgun pointed outwards, he had enough bullets spare that he could probably stand to down any infected that came at him, but every shot would have to count.
David, the woman and the man broke from a mass of hysterical people and he could see the little showdown before them unfolding before his eyes. The man who'd taken to leading them seemed to waste no time in burying his weapon into the neck of the first Firefly to shoot. In truth, David wasn't really concentrating as to where they were firing but swung into action fast when the man had difficulty pulling his shiv-thing from the guys neck. The second Firefly twisted in his position to aim fiercely at the man, but David watched as he fired wide, missing the Firefly but causing him to reel back in fear of being shot.
The man dived behind some barrels and barely misses an attempt on his life by the Firefly. David grunts, pulling his gun and pulling the trigger but nothing fires. Fuck, he forgot to reload, only now remembering her had one bullet left since yesterday night. David tucked his gun into the back of his pants and kicked off from his position, running with a force of a steam train to the Firefly. David reached the position of the Firefly and managed to swing his weight back from his right side and into a full uppercut to the Firefly's jaw. The Firefly reeled off his feet and to the ground as David took the opportunity of incapacitate to grab the single shot rifle from the Firefly.
David stepped back, giving a cursory 'ok' nod to the man behind the barrels just as he heard the heart-stopping clicks. He turned on his heels and was able to aim his gun in time to shoot successfully at the girl who, until now, he hadn't realised was the target of the Fireflies. David nodded triumphantly at his successful kill, but found that short lived as four more Clickers emerged from the crowd.
"Fucken' hell, look out behind you!" he yelled towards Angela.
Suddenly David felt himself tackled to the ground as another Clicker side swiped him. He was holding it's gnawing jaws at bay with the Rifle, but he couldn't maneuver himself into a comfortable or positive position.
"Fuck me, can someone help" he called out as he felt the Clicker push it's weight down on him.
David barely had time to be offended at the notion of being called a kid. A younger woman nearly knocked him to the ground before David realised she was there. He aimed his gun upwards, pointing it directly to her chest, not completely sure whether or not he should fire or let her live. Luckily, she moved with the intention so of an able minded uninfected and David paused his decision to fire and dropped the weapon to a ready when necessary position. David looked her over, silently impressed by her arsenal at hand, wishing desperately he'd been as game as she had been to bring weapons into the settlement. Fuck that was a bad move... And to get his shotgun he was going to have to back track around the settlement slightly.
"Looks like we got ourselves a little party" the man says, breaking the momentary pause.
David silently follows when the man motion the two to follow and is quietly thankful they're just out of the main shit storm. But as the man begins to lead them through the settlement it's apparent the other areas have just been notified too. More people start to show, and more infected screams start to resound across the early morning light as it breaks across the settlement. David began to run with his arm raised high and his handgun pointed outwards, he had enough bullets spare that he could probably stand to down any infected that came at him, but every shot would have to count.
David, the woman and the man broke from a mass of hysterical people and he could see the little showdown before them unfolding before his eyes. The man who'd taken to leading them seemed to waste no time in burying his weapon into the neck of the first Firefly to shoot. In truth, David wasn't really concentrating as to where they were firing but swung into action fast when the man had difficulty pulling his shiv-thing from the guys neck. The second Firefly twisted in his position to aim fiercely at the man, but David watched as he fired wide, missing the Firefly but causing him to reel back in fear of being shot.
The man dived behind some barrels and barely misses an attempt on his life by the Firefly. David grunts, pulling his gun and pulling the trigger but nothing fires. Fuck, he forgot to reload, only now remembering her had one bullet left since yesterday night. David tucked his gun into the back of his pants and kicked off from his position, running with a force of a steam train to the Firefly. David reached the position of the Firefly and managed to swing his weight back from his right side and into a full uppercut to the Firefly's jaw. The Firefly reeled off his feet and to the ground as David took the opportunity of incapacitate to grab the single shot rifle from the Firefly.
David stepped back, giving a cursory 'ok' nod to the man behind the barrels just as he heard the heart-stopping clicks. He turned on his heels and was able to aim his gun in time to shoot successfully at the girl who, until now, he hadn't realised was the target of the Fireflies. David nodded triumphantly at his successful kill, but found that short lived as four more Clickers emerged from the crowd.
"Fucken' hell, look out behind you!" he yelled towards Angela.
Suddenly David felt himself tackled to the ground as another Clicker side swiped him. He was holding it's gnawing jaws at bay with the Rifle, but he couldn't maneuver himself into a comfortable or positive position.
"Fuck me, can someone help" he called out as he felt the Clicker push it's weight down on him.
Tia's mind reeled in shock, her body numbed, as the Fireflies, her supposed saviours, opened fire on her. She gaped on as first one man, then another, barrelled into her assailants, the first going down with an evil-looking blade in his skull, the second falling under a wild blindsiding haymaker, bullets still spewing futilely from his high-powered rifle.
She sucked air into lher lungs witha shudder, and patted her skinny frame frantically. She knew the action was ridiculous, but it was instinctive too. 'I'm not... I'm... I'm okay I'm okay, it's okay, I'm okay,' she gabbled. She stared at the newcomers, the sweat dripping from their brows, their clenched fists and bunched muscles, their animalistic grimaces, and down at the dispatched Fireflies, and a shiver of fear ran through her. If she couldn't trust her brother's comrades, could she trust these strangers? If her brother's comrades were the enemy, were these her friends? She raised her handgun in front of her.
The man with the fists of fury nodded briefly at his companion as heart-beat seconds of silence dragged by. Tia's eyes flicked from one to the other, then her head snapped round at the unmistakable sound of approaching Clickers; the compound had just got that bit more perilous. Fists of Fury raised his rifle and a Clicker that just hoved into her line of sight crumpled to the floor. He shouted out another warning, but was borne to the dirt floor as a Clicker came round the corner - the same corner from which the supposed Fireflies had appeared around, Tia noted - and blundered into him.
'Fuck, someone help,' he cried out as the infected creature slavered down onto him. By chance as much as design, he'd got his rifle between it and him, but its heavy head was bearing down on him. Tia's frayed nerves finally snapped into action and she dashed the short distance to the downed man and the Clicker, found a gap in the fungal carapace that surrounded its head, and pulled the trigger. Gouts of blood, brain matter and fungal growth sprayed out the exit wound on the other side of the creature's head as it slumped heavily onto Fists of Fury. Another Clicker fell to the ground nearby; Tia hadn't seen who had downed it, but the cries of scared, agonised humans and the shrieks of Infected were both growing louder. She heaved uselessly at the body on Fists of Fury; he pushed it off himself.
'We gotta go! We gotta get out of here,' Tia screamed, glancing over at the stand where the first man had fallen. 'They're fucking everywhere, come on!'
She sucked air into lher lungs witha shudder, and patted her skinny frame frantically. She knew the action was ridiculous, but it was instinctive too. 'I'm not... I'm... I'm okay I'm okay, it's okay, I'm okay,' she gabbled. She stared at the newcomers, the sweat dripping from their brows, their clenched fists and bunched muscles, their animalistic grimaces, and down at the dispatched Fireflies, and a shiver of fear ran through her. If she couldn't trust her brother's comrades, could she trust these strangers? If her brother's comrades were the enemy, were these her friends? She raised her handgun in front of her.
The man with the fists of fury nodded briefly at his companion as heart-beat seconds of silence dragged by. Tia's eyes flicked from one to the other, then her head snapped round at the unmistakable sound of approaching Clickers; the compound had just got that bit more perilous. Fists of Fury raised his rifle and a Clicker that just hoved into her line of sight crumpled to the floor. He shouted out another warning, but was borne to the dirt floor as a Clicker came round the corner - the same corner from which the supposed Fireflies had appeared around, Tia noted - and blundered into him.
'Fuck, someone help,' he cried out as the infected creature slavered down onto him. By chance as much as design, he'd got his rifle between it and him, but its heavy head was bearing down on him. Tia's frayed nerves finally snapped into action and she dashed the short distance to the downed man and the Clicker, found a gap in the fungal carapace that surrounded its head, and pulled the trigger. Gouts of blood, brain matter and fungal growth sprayed out the exit wound on the other side of the creature's head as it slumped heavily onto Fists of Fury. Another Clicker fell to the ground nearby; Tia hadn't seen who had downed it, but the cries of scared, agonised humans and the shrieks of Infected were both growing louder. She heaved uselessly at the body on Fists of Fury; he pushed it off himself.
'We gotta go! We gotta get out of here,' Tia screamed, glancing over at the stand where the first man had fallen. 'They're fucking everywhere, come on!'
Angela made no move as the man she had bumped into held a gun on her, no need to give him a reason to pull the trigger. Though she did glare at him. "Shit looks like we got ourselves a little party." said the second man after the blond put his gun away. She didn't know either of their names, she hadn't really bothered to learn any but she did recognize the one that spoke as a smuggler. 'The Smuggler' if you really needed something done. They all assessed each other for a moment before silently agreeing to follow Smuggler's lead. It hadn't escaped her notice that they had both eyed her shotgun. Instinctively she pulled it out of her bag and held it at the ready. It had been very difficult to get inside the settlement and even more difficult to hide it somewhere no one would snoop for it. She knew the risk she had taken to keep it close but it had helped her out of many hairy situations, hopefully this one would be no different.
After winding their way though the settlement for a bit they came upon something that made Angela grit her teeth in anger. A pair of Firefly attacking a you girl. It took the two men they were with no time to put an end to the firefly's unfortunately all the gunshots and the noise had attracted clickers. The blond took out the first to show up, saving the young girls life yet again. "Fucken' hell, look out behind you!" Angela swiveled and stepped back as she fired behind her without actually looking at where the target was. The shot hit the clicker in the side causing it to stagger but it came at her again. This time she aimed her shot causing a gaping hole in the infected face. Backing up towards the others she looked to see that the blonde one had a little trouble of his own that the young girl had helped him out with.
"We gotta go! We gotta get out of here. They're fucking everywhere, come on" the girl yelled at them. "Yeah no shit kid but how about you stop yellin, don't want to attract any more attention than we already have." Angela said as she continued to backup towards the rest of them. "Hey smuggler, you have to know of secret ways in and out of here right? Think we can get out one of those ways? All the normal exits are probably crawling with those things." Angela hoped she was right and he knew of some way to get out otherwise they would have to shoot their way out and she didn't think they had enough ammo for that.
After winding their way though the settlement for a bit they came upon something that made Angela grit her teeth in anger. A pair of Firefly attacking a you girl. It took the two men they were with no time to put an end to the firefly's unfortunately all the gunshots and the noise had attracted clickers. The blond took out the first to show up, saving the young girls life yet again. "Fucken' hell, look out behind you!" Angela swiveled and stepped back as she fired behind her without actually looking at where the target was. The shot hit the clicker in the side causing it to stagger but it came at her again. This time she aimed her shot causing a gaping hole in the infected face. Backing up towards the others she looked to see that the blonde one had a little trouble of his own that the young girl had helped him out with.
"We gotta go! We gotta get out of here. They're fucking everywhere, come on" the girl yelled at them. "Yeah no shit kid but how about you stop yellin, don't want to attract any more attention than we already have." Angela said as she continued to backup towards the rest of them. "Hey smuggler, you have to know of secret ways in and out of here right? Think we can get out one of those ways? All the normal exits are probably crawling with those things." Angela hoped she was right and he knew of some way to get out otherwise they would have to shoot their way out and she didn't think they had enough ammo for that.
"Hey smuggler, you have to know of secret ways in and out of here right? Think we can get out one of those ways? All the normal exits are probably crawling with those things."
Brian picks himself up at to the tempo of her questions. He spares half a look in her direction before moving to the firefly he killed and unceremoniously pushing his boot against the man's skull while tugging hard with one hand on the Kukri's curved handle. He wipes the dead man's blood off on his jacket. He looks back at them after those few short seconds have passed.
"Got quite a few ways out, I reckon most are clear," he says, voice lower now. He doesn't want to attract anymore attention now that the situation at hand is over. He beckons silently for them to follow as they close the surprisingly short distance back to the warehouse. He wearily watches as the door swings wide open. Medina steps into the light, looking sullen and covered in blood. Concern sparks in his gaze as he notices she's got a white knuckled clutch on the hilt of a knife. His stomach drops at the sight of a bloody gaping hole in her neck.
He mutters curse words under his breath as he nears and her eyes swivel to take him in. Her face cracks into a grim grin. "Brian," she inclines her head and digs in her pocket. She pulls out the ration cards she got from him the day before. She holds them out, dropping them in his hand the second he gets close enough. It suddenly occurs to him that Audici isn't with her, and the warehouse is eerily silent.
"Audici..." Brian knows the answer by the look in her eyes and the sharp intake of breath. "She bit me, then ran off. But she was different, and I can already feel that I won't recover." Medina sighs, she's surprised he's listened this long. She peers past him, probably at the others if they have followed him. "You guys should get out of here, I heard some things that sound bad. But one of the other smugglers said something about heading for Canada, she said she heard rumor that its safe there."
She looks at Brian again, as if she's about to hug him - she does after a moment of hesitation, ignoring the way he tenses up. Her blood smears his clothes. Its her mark left on him, the vintage perfume smell that once was his sisters favorite scent clings in the air around him once more. He steels himself, quells the distress within him. He convinces himself he doesn't care that she'll die. That this is like with the little boy in the streets of his old home, or Owen when they came to the settlement.
"Ill be seeing ya kid." He mutters, ruffling her hair as he passes by her into the warehouse. Perhaps it could be viewed as cruel for him to leave her there. But by this point it will hardly be the most cruel thing he ever does. He leads the others to the hole that leads the the other building. Then down into the tunnel. "Infected sometimes find their way in here," he warns them as the darkness stretches on and on. He leads them along the twisting path until the light returns, and the world that no longer belongs to them rears its twistedly beautigul head. They are barely two miles from the settlement and the sight of fire and smoke makes him cringe.
He turns back to the road, and the world he left behind so long ago.
Brian picks himself up at to the tempo of her questions. He spares half a look in her direction before moving to the firefly he killed and unceremoniously pushing his boot against the man's skull while tugging hard with one hand on the Kukri's curved handle. He wipes the dead man's blood off on his jacket. He looks back at them after those few short seconds have passed.
"Got quite a few ways out, I reckon most are clear," he says, voice lower now. He doesn't want to attract anymore attention now that the situation at hand is over. He beckons silently for them to follow as they close the surprisingly short distance back to the warehouse. He wearily watches as the door swings wide open. Medina steps into the light, looking sullen and covered in blood. Concern sparks in his gaze as he notices she's got a white knuckled clutch on the hilt of a knife. His stomach drops at the sight of a bloody gaping hole in her neck.
He mutters curse words under his breath as he nears and her eyes swivel to take him in. Her face cracks into a grim grin. "Brian," she inclines her head and digs in her pocket. She pulls out the ration cards she got from him the day before. She holds them out, dropping them in his hand the second he gets close enough. It suddenly occurs to him that Audici isn't with her, and the warehouse is eerily silent.
"Audici..." Brian knows the answer by the look in her eyes and the sharp intake of breath. "She bit me, then ran off. But she was different, and I can already feel that I won't recover." Medina sighs, she's surprised he's listened this long. She peers past him, probably at the others if they have followed him. "You guys should get out of here, I heard some things that sound bad. But one of the other smugglers said something about heading for Canada, she said she heard rumor that its safe there."
She looks at Brian again, as if she's about to hug him - she does after a moment of hesitation, ignoring the way he tenses up. Her blood smears his clothes. Its her mark left on him, the vintage perfume smell that once was his sisters favorite scent clings in the air around him once more. He steels himself, quells the distress within him. He convinces himself he doesn't care that she'll die. That this is like with the little boy in the streets of his old home, or Owen when they came to the settlement.
"Ill be seeing ya kid." He mutters, ruffling her hair as he passes by her into the warehouse. Perhaps it could be viewed as cruel for him to leave her there. But by this point it will hardly be the most cruel thing he ever does. He leads the others to the hole that leads the the other building. Then down into the tunnel. "Infected sometimes find their way in here," he warns them as the darkness stretches on and on. He leads them along the twisting path until the light returns, and the world that no longer belongs to them rears its twistedly beautigul head. They are barely two miles from the settlement and the sight of fire and smoke makes him cringe.
He turns back to the road, and the world he left behind so long ago.
Tia stared as Medina stumbled bloodied from the darkness, to all extents looking like a fatally wounded gladiator. Time seemed to pause at the look of pain that crossed the smuggler's face. Suddenly, after the frantic alarms, the chaos of the security breach, the Fireflies' gunfire and the screeches of the infected, a quiet moment of human reflection descended. Tia, the woman with the bow and the second man looked on at the tender moment, at the hug and the whispers that passed between them.
Then the spell was broken as the smuggler's face hardened again and he broke away from Medina, leading the group through the hole in the wall, into the darkness. Tia, last to enter the crack, looked back one last time at the only home she'd known, and locked eyes with Medina. For all that her weapon hung uselessly by her side, for all that blood was seeping from her veins at the same rate infection was now coursing into them, she maintained an inner strength, a kind of nobility Tia knew she would never possess. The thought of her ending her days roaming the remains of civilisation, semi-human, driven by the rot growing in her brain, filled Tia's eyes with tears.
She stepped out of the tunnel and offered Medina the handle of her pistol.
'I can't,' the other woman replied, her voice barely a scratch in her injured throat. 'Tia, please...'
Medina, strong and confident, had never asked Tia for help before. She couldn't deny her her final request.
'You're going to have to kneel. You're too tall.' It seemed such a trivial thing to worry about. She put the muzzle of the gun through Medina's long dark hair, against the back of her skull.
'You're so brave, Med.' Tia's voice trembled, but her hands were steady. Two hands to hold that gun.
'Get on with it,' Medina croaked. 'And if you see Audici...'
'I know.'
The screech of a Clicker was met by automatic gunfire outside the warehouse. Tia took a deep breath, smoothly drew in the slack on the trigger, and fired a bullet through her friend's head. Not looking back, she fled down the tunnel, grateful for the darkness that hid her tears. By the time the small group emerged into the wilderness, the shattered settlement long behind them, Tia had vowed they would be her last.
'Okay, where now, Smuggler?' she asked. 'Or is this as far as the plan goes?'
Then the spell was broken as the smuggler's face hardened again and he broke away from Medina, leading the group through the hole in the wall, into the darkness. Tia, last to enter the crack, looked back one last time at the only home she'd known, and locked eyes with Medina. For all that her weapon hung uselessly by her side, for all that blood was seeping from her veins at the same rate infection was now coursing into them, she maintained an inner strength, a kind of nobility Tia knew she would never possess. The thought of her ending her days roaming the remains of civilisation, semi-human, driven by the rot growing in her brain, filled Tia's eyes with tears.
She stepped out of the tunnel and offered Medina the handle of her pistol.
'I can't,' the other woman replied, her voice barely a scratch in her injured throat. 'Tia, please...'
Medina, strong and confident, had never asked Tia for help before. She couldn't deny her her final request.
'You're going to have to kneel. You're too tall.' It seemed such a trivial thing to worry about. She put the muzzle of the gun through Medina's long dark hair, against the back of her skull.
'You're so brave, Med.' Tia's voice trembled, but her hands were steady. Two hands to hold that gun.
'Get on with it,' Medina croaked. 'And if you see Audici...'
'I know.'
The screech of a Clicker was met by automatic gunfire outside the warehouse. Tia took a deep breath, smoothly drew in the slack on the trigger, and fired a bullet through her friend's head. Not looking back, she fled down the tunnel, grateful for the darkness that hid her tears. By the time the small group emerged into the wilderness, the shattered settlement long behind them, Tia had vowed they would be her last.
'Okay, where now, Smuggler?' she asked. 'Or is this as far as the plan goes?'
The moment between the smuggler and the girl felt to private for Angela to watch so she busied herself with watching the area for more runners or clickers. When the shuffling of feet across rubble was followed by murmured words, she knew they had said their goodbyes. Angela didn't bother to give the girl a second glance, she didn't know her personally and the girl was good as dead anyways. Instead she followed the man into the tunnel and through the twist and turns before coming out the other side to a world that looked long forgotten and taken back by mother nature. It was actually quite beautiful if you looked beyond the fact that it was nothing more than a huge deathtrap.
Not far from the place she'd called home for what felt like mere moments, everyone took a moment to look back. What everyone was thinking was a mystery to her but for here there was no deep sadness or sense of loss, her view of the whole thing was 'It was good while it lasted'. "Okay, where now Smuggler? Or is this as far as the plan goes?" the young girls voice brought Angela out of her thoughts. It was a good question, what where they going to do now? Split up? Stick together? Head to one of the many 'Safe Zones'? Or just venture off into the world and hope for the best?
"Not to be rude, I am grateful to you for showing the way out but I'm not one to follow someone blindly. If we are going to do something I would at least like some say it what that something would be. Say lay our options out there and see whats what." Angela hadn't made it this far in what she called a life by following someone else's lead.
Not far from the place she'd called home for what felt like mere moments, everyone took a moment to look back. What everyone was thinking was a mystery to her but for here there was no deep sadness or sense of loss, her view of the whole thing was 'It was good while it lasted'. "Okay, where now Smuggler? Or is this as far as the plan goes?" the young girls voice brought Angela out of her thoughts. It was a good question, what where they going to do now? Split up? Stick together? Head to one of the many 'Safe Zones'? Or just venture off into the world and hope for the best?
"Not to be rude, I am grateful to you for showing the way out but I'm not one to follow someone blindly. If we are going to do something I would at least like some say it what that something would be. Say lay our options out there and see whats what." Angela hadn't made it this far in what she called a life by following someone else's lead.
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Re: The Last Of Us - Survivors
Currently we are waiting for MacheteShark who has been without internet for quite a while. This is a roleplay both of us thought out a lot about. Perhaps if he doesn't return I will restart it at another time and see how that goes. I will be PM'ing him soon to see if he is yet able to post or not. Ive been sick for the past few days So getting on has been kind of hard.
Like I said if he cannot continue then I will restart and we can go from there, perhaps with a different plot and such. Or rather if you two would like to continue without a fourth that would also be fine.
Like I said if he cannot continue then I will restart and we can go from there, perhaps with a different plot and such. Or rather if you two would like to continue without a fourth that would also be fine.
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Sorry for the delay, people. I thought we were waiting for Machete.
I'll probably post tomorrow
I'll probably post tomorrow
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Just so you guys know, I wont have a post up until tomorrow... BUT, don't feel like you can't post!!
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Sorry for the long delay. It took quite a bit of work to crank this one out. Ive pushed to bring outside the settlement at last. Now begins the adventure.
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I really like the pace of posting in this RP. Though I guess it helps to have a small group.
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God damn, I thought I would be able to buy myself a little time with my last post, but I've got two right on top of it!
It'll have to be tomorrow, guys, sorry.
It'll have to be tomorrow, guys, sorry.
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This is where the fun really starts guys. I've left it open ended so that we can progress from here. Brian is still in the streets btw. After these next few posts things will progress outside the settlement to get things happening more quickly.
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Same same as above! I've been writing one intermittently since the first post! It will be done!
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Hey guys just wanted to let you know that I should have a post up by this evening. This week has just been kind of hectic with my son starting back to school.
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Your post is good. The fireflies bit is accurate as well. If you want more information on fireflies here's a link to the wiki page -http://thelastofus.wikia.com/wiki/Fireflies
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Okay, Tia's in. Hope it's okay.
I'd appreciate it if someone would check what I've written, especially the bit about the Fireflies, to make sure it fits with the Last of Us world - I haven't played the games, remember.
I'd appreciate it if someone would check what I've written, especially the bit about the Fireflies, to make sure it fits with the Last of Us world - I haven't played the games, remember.
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I generally prefer present tense as its easier for me to write (I blame every teacher I've ever had for not teaching me how to correctly use past tense...or first person or omniscient for that matter.) But don't jump out of your comfort zone if you don't want to. If your comfortable with switching it up for this roleplay that's great.
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Do you want us to use the third person present tense like you've done in your post?
I would normally use third person past tense, but I don't mind switching it up for this game. Just give me a nudge if I slip back into past tense.
I might make a little use of your NPCs as well.
I would normally use third person past tense, but I don't mind switching it up for this game. Just give me a nudge if I slip back into past tense.
I might make a little use of your NPCs as well.
Re: The Last Of Us - Survivors
First post is up! By no means do you have to write as much as I have (honestly didn't notice as this is the second time I've tried to write the opening post.) I had to factory reset my phone this morning so my original good opening post got deleted since back up wasn't set up on my new phone. So I just spent a tiring school/work day writing on breaks. Its not as good as I wanted but by this point my brain is fried. Go ahead and set your posts up however. If you want tovuse the scenerio I described in my post using the NPC characters Madina and Audici feel free or otherwise just do what you do best. (my motto)we might spend a few initial posts in the settlement but for the most part we will be out in the big bad world.
If you gave any questions at all please PM Macheteshark or myself and we can answer any questions you've got.
If you gave any questions at all please PM Macheteshark or myself and we can answer any questions you've got.
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Well, we'll be starting as soon as Savage is done with the opening post (they're writing it if you hadn't guessed lol) which I understand isn't too far off! Sorry for the delays and I'm still waiting on a few more people to write up characters so hang tight!! Should be any time now
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I see that some people have already been accepted any idea when we can start?
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Hey everyone! Just letting you know i'm reading over the currently submitted characters today and I'll be passing them on to the co-gm :) so hopefully by the end of the day (australia time) we'll have some characters accepted or at least we'll have constructive feedback :) speaking for myself, I've just started a new job so my activity over the past few days has been choppy.. but now I'm in the swing of things with work and personal life balanced :) so I'll be more active for your questions and the like :)