Introduction
5:00 am
All over the United States, at five-o'clock in the morning, every tv, radio, computer, and electronic billboard, flipped on, emitting a loud, earsplitting screech, sure to wake the dead.
*Please stand by*
*Please stand by*
*Please stand by*
A nationwide alert is being issued
This is an emergency broadcast.
Repeat: Emergency broadcast. Not a test
Not a test
Not a test
The 84K virus has gone airborne
Repeat: The 84k virus has gone airborne
Quarentine bombings of select cities are being put into effect.
All immune and uncontaminated are to report to the following city for containment and vaccines.
Dellwood
Dellwood *cutting out*
Dellwood *cutting out*
Get
To
Dellwood
*Flatline*
โข This is the last news we've heard of the 84K virus. It is now may 20th, 2020 and the T.v's have gone dead, radios silent, internet empty. It's as if the government has disappeared, leaving the helpless citizens to fight through the mess of the apocalypse on their own. Scared. Alone. Abandoned with only one thread of hope left. Dellwood. The so-called fortress city near Miami Florida where the 84K virus doesn't exist and everyone's safe. The only remaining sign of the forces that are supposed to be protecting us lie in the quarantine bombings of cities. In an attempt to quell the virus, the air force has been destroying unknowing cities, and while millions of the infected are successfully killed, so are innocent survivors. So begins the race for survival. Will you make it? Or will you be taken by the virus? โข
โค The 84K virus is not a natural virus. It was created by a group scientists looking to cure cancer, but instead, stumbling across something far more deadly. The thing about 84K is that it seemed to work. They tested animals first and the shot appeared to be an instant cure, killing all cancerous cells and replacing them with new, healthy ones within seconds. But after a few days, things started to come apart. The test subjects began to grow ill and die. One by one, 200 hamsters kept together in a single cage fell over, hearts ceasing to beat. So the scientists though that was the end of it. They'd failed. A few hours after the deaths, the doctors were cleaning out the cage, removing the lifeless little bodies when one sat up and sniffed the air. Shocked, the scientists looked to see the rest of the creatures all waking. It was impossible. They'd tested the hamsters thoroughly. They'd been dead. But here they sat, sniffing about, alive as could be. After a few more tests, the doctors soon discovered some shocking news. The hamsters, though alive and cured of cancer, no longer had a heartbeat. Their lungs no longer needed oxygen and their hearts no longer pumped blood. Other than this though, the hamsters seemed to be in perfect health. So the doctors, wanting the fame and fortune for having discovered the cure to cancer, sold the drug, took their money, and fled to various tropical islands, leaving the hamsters behind. As the days passed though, they small creatures began to change. Their skin develops large red splotches and their hair began to fall out in patches. Just three days after the initial infection, the animals began to foam at the mouth wildly and began eating each other, having developed a sudden taste for flesh and a strong sense of cannibalism. โค
โค Meanwhile, the injection was being handed out to cancer patient after cancer patient, slowly dooming the human race as the virus adapted to the human body. It developed new immunities and new side effects, and, before long, it was unstoppable as seemingly fine people were released from the hospitals.In the first few hours, when the patient doesn't know anything is wrong, they could touch a million things and people, spreading the virus wherever they went. That was how it was spread at first, through touch only. People who'd had the initial injection would pass it on the others and they'd pass it on to others either as carriers or infected themselves, and within hours of the first injection, the virus had traveled immense distances. As it passed on, it mutated. Changing to adapt to humans. The first people began to die. Then the next group. Then the next. The injection was called off the market as it had incredibly dangerous risks. It wasn't long before the virus went airborne, making it all the more deadly, for now it could be spread through something as simple as breathing. No one was safe. The virus spread faster and faster. Eventually, doctors figured out how to contain the airborne virus, so it was no longer being spread through the air, but it was too late. More than 3/4 of the population had turned into mindless killers and the numbers were only going up. โค
How it works
โค The infection is no longer airborne, but can be spread through an open wound. If contact is made with the infected, you're safe (though you've just become a carrier), but if you have any fresh or open wounds and you make contact with a carrier or the infected, you've got the disease. Saliva is also another way to spread the virus. Not that anyone's going to make out with a zombie, but if you do happen to be getting frisky with a carrier, there's a good chance you're either infected or a carrier yourself now. Once infected, you may feel a sudden boost of energy. All sicknesses or weakness will be erased and you will feel completely renewed. Even hunger will be cured. This lasts for a few hours. After this, you pass out and your heartbeat slowly teeters out until you're dead. When you wake, you'll feel healthy though you may have several symptoms. Within three days, you begin to grow sick. Severely. On the first day, you're simple miserably sick and feverish, imagine the worst illness you've ever had times ten. On the second, your hair begins to fall out in patches and your skin grays, red itchy splotches appearing. On the third, you go crazy, devolving a need for human flesh and a wild cannibalism. There is a cure, but it's extremely rare, very expensive, not released to the market, and it must be administered to the patient before the initial death. โค
Symptoms
โฃ Pre-death: Suddenly healthier (Cure may still be administered) โฃ
โฃ Passing out, death โฃ
โฃ Revival โฃ
โฃ Post-death: coughing, headaches, dizziness โฃ
โฃ Post-death day 2: Dangerously high fever, moaning, pain, suffering, constant puking yellow mucus โฃ
โฃ Post-death day 3: Patchy loss of hair, itchy red splotches that can sometimes bleed due to wild scratching, foaming at the mouth โฃ
โฃ Post-death day 4: Insanity, loss of morals, cannibalism, aggression, craving for human flesh, screaming, moaning, fighting, biting, scratching (Beyond help) โฃ
โ You mission is simple. Survive, get to Dellwood, and take as many other survivors as you can with you. You have to fight through hordes of zombies. Litterally millions, though thankfuilly not all at a time. Your mission is to make it through the multiple types of infected from Milwaukee Wisconsin to Dellwood Florida. (Dellwood is made up, and on the map, is in the place of Miami Florida.) The map below shows the distance you must travel. The top star is Milwaukee and the bottom is Dellwood. All characters must meet up into a group before they leave the city, and travel together. They will start out as loners though. If you would like for them to be a small group to start, PM a few of the other members and work something out(: โ
โข Infected types โข
Regular Infected
โข These are the regular infected with the initial virus. They're not too threatening and pretty easy to kill, though they can be extremely tedious in hordes. You must puncture their brain, or sever their spine in order to kill them. They usually just mill about waiting for their prey to stumble on them, but once they see you, they give chase and don't stop until they kill you. They have hyper-active sense of smell as well as hearing. They usually act alone, but if a horde runs past them, they will sometimes join in, sprinting along with the group. โข
Hordes
โข Giant groups of Regulars anywhere from 6-a million. Bright lights and loud noises trigger them, and they come running like moth to flame. They can be killed the same way as Regulars, but are usually a lot harder to kill and almost impossible to avoid contact with and keep yourself from getting the virus. The easiest way to kill them is to find the screaming one in the group and kill it. This is the horde leader. Once the horde leader is dead, the horde is lost and will stop chasing, or just be stunned for a few seconds, allowing you to kill the rest if you're trapped. โข
Pouncers
โข Pouncers are a mutation of the virus. They have a documented tendency to prowl around on all fours like a feral animal, this type of Infected has proven particularly dangerous not only because of its incredible mobility and the distance it can cover with a single leap, but also because of its cunning and hunting tactics. Alone and singular, a Pouncer will stalk its victim like a predator to its prey; sticking to shadows and dark areas or lofty spaces where visibility is limited and detection is minimal - but in large crowds, the Pouncer has been observed mimicking Regulars, if only to better close the distance and strike viciously when there is absolutely no chance of escape or evasion, attacking with sharp fang-like teeth, and long cruel talons to rip its prey to pieces. Pouncers have been known to stalk victims for days and miles and more, if for nothing but for the closure of the kill. The brain must be punctured in order to kill them. โข
Spitters
โข Spitters are another mutation of the infection and have the ability to spit a ball of acid that burns through almost anything. They can spit a long distance and, when the ball makes contact, it explodes, spreading over every nearby surface. These particular infected must be shot, stabbed, or hit in either the brain or the stomach in order to be killed. โข
Alarms
โข This is one of the most dangerous mutations of the infection. They look like Regulars, but have tougher skin and are harder to kill. Also, if seen by an Alarm, they will immediately open their mouths and emit a high pitched shriek that alerts any nearby infected. To kill them, you must puncture their throats. Brain and spine shots wont work. โข
Cryers
โข Cryers are the most dangerous of the infected. They look completely normal. Like a survivor of the virus. What makes them dangerous is that they cannot talk or make any vocal sounds other than screams, grunts, and groans, but they can cry. If they sit, or wander around, and cry, Cryers can easily be mistaken for a survivor. However, they will not notice you if you do not startle them out of their crying with either a loud noise or bright light. If you are unlucky enough to startle them, long, 20 inch talons instantly spring from their nails and they charge you, shrieking and alerting nearby infected. They are three times faster than the Pouncers and Alarms, making them six times faster than the Regulars and hordes. Their nails can tear through any material and they're extremely hard to kill. They have no specific weak points other than a very small spot at the nape of their neck, and getting behind them is very difficult without startling them, for they prefer to sit with their backs protected. โข
Bruisers
Creative credit to Shadow44499
โข A stain of the disease that affects only male infected, it triples their testosterone levels added to normal effects of the infection. In short it makes them stronger, capable of lifting, smashing, or throwing items that would be much heavy than the original body could, it also makes them highly aggressive and alert but considerably more stubborn than regular infected. Added onto that more muscular in body size. They can be killed with either a head or spine shot. โข
Banshees
Creative credit to Shadow44499
โข A strain of the disease which only affects female infected. When mutated these infected become dangerously thin, looking more like sacks of skin covering bone, their main strength is make a wail very similar to a alerter's but at a tone where it stuns and disorientates humans and infected alike. Added onto that Banshees are quick able to close the distance on their stunned pray to strike with razor sharp claws. Banshees can only be dropped by a head shot. โข
โฃ Survivor types (roles) โฃ
(More or less are available if needed.)
Immunes- Cannot be infected with the disease or carry it. Their blood is the hope for the future for scientists may be able to use it to make a cure for the virus.
1. Taken | Violet Fairbanks - 20 - Female - Desire99600
2. Taken | Peter Berry - 28 - Male - Penfold
3. Taken | Steve King - 28 - Male - Austyn101
4. Taken | Wesley Hill - 27 - Male - JimmyTheRat
5. Taken | Blair Lee Blake - 24 - Female - The_Fallen_Ones
6. Taken | Tammy Jones - 20 - Female - Peace_love_dance
Immune Carriers- Those who cannot be infected or affected by the disease, but can still carry it and pass it on to others.
1. Taken | Heather Fairbanks - 11 - Female - Desire99600
2. Taken | Kaylie Thorton - 19 - Female - ChaosxChild13
3. Taken | Olivia Keepsake - 18 - Female - Arcadegames&sodapop
4. Taken | Jennifer Ailen Johnson - 28 - Female - Froggiepril
Non-Immunes- Are at the most risk, for they can easily be infected by the virus
1. Taken | Sparrow Berry - 26 - Female - Winged1107
2. Taken | Aaron Samuel Cross - 17 - Male - RichterGotz
3. Taken | Brendon Krugman - 22 - Male - Twigs180
โฃ Character sheet โฃ
Please make it pretty. I will be less likely to accept you if there's no pictures. And you have to have a thumbnail, or profile picture. PM me for resizing.
Full Name: [ First, middle, last ]
Nickname: [ Tell us how they got that nickname, or why they preferred to be called this. ]
Age:
Gender:
Role: [ Put the type of survivor you are here. ]
Personality: [ Minimum of 3+ good paragraphs ]
Weapon: [ What weapons do you carry? ]
Inventory: [ What Other items does your character have with them? ]
Skills: [ What skills do they have? Both combat, or not combat ]
History: [ This is optional if you would like your character to remain mysterious, but please don't leave it out because you're lazy. There is nothing more annoying ]
Theme Song(s): [ A song or two that describes your character ]
Other: [ Did I miss anything? ]
โ Good Luck โ
The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 22 authors
"Watch our six for a minute will you?" He asked her, then continued up to where Olive was attempting what looked like field medicine on Brendon's broken head.
He looked the situation over. It wasn't good, at all. Brendon was losing blood fast, and just putting a rag up to the wound wasn't going to stop it. He had learned from survival television show that you couldn't deal with head wounds like you would a scraped knee. Brendon's heart would keep pumping blood to his brain, and it would keep pouring down his face until it could congeal. All this alcohol and water would disinfect it, but it also meant he was going to keep bleeding.
The thought suddenly occurred to him that he had never bothered to ask if Olive was a carrier or not. He cursed himself for his stupidity. But questions would have to wait for later, there was no time for them now and there certainly was no time to set up a field hospital in the middle of the street. Olive looked up at him as he approached. She was trying her best, and he thanked the heavens that she had cleansing alcohol on hand. But if Brendon was going to live, he was going to have to move through the pain for the time being.
"We don't have time for this." He heard himself say. He was surprised by how cruel his voice sounded. He pulled Brendon up so he could look him in the eyes. "You've gotta walk Brendon. You've gotta walk or you're gonna die."
Brendon's face was white as sheet paper, but his eyes were still cognizant. In his eyes, he saw the intensity of a man who would live at all costs. Without pausing, Dutch hoisted him up on his feet, draping his arm over his shoulder. He slung Vera over his other shoulder, and then steadied Brendon's weight between the two of them.
"Lets go!" He said to Olive. "Just follow me and Brendon and keep the walkers off us until we reach the tracks!"
He started walking, half carrying Brendon beside him. He only hoped they could reach the train station; and safety, before the man beside him bled out completely.
Olive had been dressing Brendon's head wound when he asked her the question out of the blue. In the middle of tapping a wad of alcohol-soaked cotton on the gash, she paused. Her empty expression automatically looked towards Tammy and Dutch.
To be honest, she hadn't even thought of that as an issue. But the more she thought about it now, it was true. Someone did have to take charge, or else unwanted conflict would take priority over actually trying to survive. Just imagining it, she shuddered. She desperately hoped that a stupid feud like that would never come up between them.
"Well, I don't know if this counts as an answer; I'll just say right now that I'm voluntarily out of the running for being leader, that's for sure." Olive answered Brendon humorously, and she gave a light laugh. It was true, if an argument over leadership ever did happen, she wasn't going to be apart of it.
Olive wrapped the bandages around Brendon's head and cut the remaining few feet with a small blade. Who knew how soon the next time they would need it.
Just then, Olive looked up to see Dutch rushing over to them in urgent exasperation.
"We don't have time for this."
Before she could object to his outrageous attitude, Dutch swept Brendon's arm over his shoulders and lifted him from the truck. Even after Olive's treatment, Brendon's fresh wound seeped blood through the makeshift head wrap, a large trail trickling down his face. Blood drops spilled onto Olive's lap where she had been kneeling beside him.
He had a point. Brendon had to see a doctor. Having a vulnerability like that would make him more susceptible to the disease than anyone else already was.
She stared, astonished at the sudden realization, until Dutch's command snapped her out of her trance.
"Lets go! Just follow me and Brendon and keep the walkers off us until we reach the tracks!"
There was no time for thought. Olive jumped out of the truck and followed the pair. Tammy stood far behind, so she turned to beckon her with an arm wave.
Olive pulled out the axe from her bag and weighed it in her hands.
She exhaled and put on her hardest-looking brave face. "Here we go."
"We don't have time for this. You've gotta walk Brendon. You've gotta walk or you're gonna die."
Brendon snapped out of it. What was he thinking? If he was going to die, he was going to go out fighting, not knocked out in the back of a truck bed.
He was being carried a bit by Dutch. Brendon fought for each step. After winning the battle to move his muscles, next came the fight to stay stable. He felt himself fall a bit every now and again, but he was moving. Each step intensified the pain. Each step brought blood to the ground. He was sweating bullets now, and he felt colder and clammier than he had ever felt before. He looked over at Dutch and tried to speak to him. "D-don't. Lea-. Me behind." He couldn't form a coherent sentence. Things where bad. He took a deep breath and swallowed his pain. Only a few more blocks.
The infected drew closer and closer with every thought that raced through Sydney mind. And then an idea hit him, but before he could follow through with it, a groaning walker can charging at him - snarling with broken teeth and a blood soaked chin. He reared back his Ice pick and waited for it to get closer, it sprinted at him with determination. Right as it was about to land a blow on Syndey, Sydney swung his Ice pick in full force directly into the bridge of the infected nose - splitting open it face-bones as if Sydney was breaking ice and rock back in Antarctica. This was something he could relate to. my climbing rope! Sydney remembered his idea. He quickly unraveled a roll of climbing rope and began tying it to trees with haste while Dillon still help some of them back, he quickly made a trip-wire across a few trees behind Dillon to attempt holding the horde back.
"Dillon! I've set up a trip wire! make you way around the tree to your left and make a run for it! c'mon, there are too many of them!" He shouted as another infected came sprinting towards him. Sydney wasn't expecting this, but this infected wasn't expecting the makeshift trip wire, Syndey quickly dashed underneath and behind his trip-wire and watched the mindless thing run right into the rope. The infected went flipping over the rope in astonishment and hit the ground in a thud. It seemed startled but not affect to much, but this daze it was in gave Sydney the change to swing another hit of his Ice pick into back of the thing's skull, cracking it open and shattering the thing's head. Even though he could apply his climbing skills in the situation, it didn't change the fact these were infected humans trying to kill him, not rocks and ice that sat still while he broke them apart with picks. He shook a little bit from the realization of killing something. He began running behind Rohan, hoping Dillon would follow.
James wouldn't look back once, as he weaved through the buidlings. The sun was now completely set and James couldn't see more than 20 yards ahead, and that was because the street lamps were helping him out. He had heard that extremely ear-splitting shriek come from the bar, but didn't know what it had come from. The only thing he did know, was that the noise surely didn't help James escape without the zombies noticing him. One of the few things James knew about the infected was that they followed loud noises and light. He wouldn't look back to see if he was being followed by walkers, and he would sprint away from bar as fast as he could, for as long as he could.
He had been running for what seemed like atleast five minutes, and he finally gave in to his instinct and turned around, and when he did, he quickly regretted it. Behind him had to be atleast fifty walkers, all quickly pacing in a mob, and all going after James through the dark street, the ending point unknown to James. He had to keep running, and hope that eventually he could get rid of them. After he had been running down the same street for nearly half a mile, he was growing tired, and he quickly darted to the left into a smaller alley. He quickly turned again into another alley and again back into a seperate street. He continued this twisted path until he was sure he had gained a great amount of distance from the zombies, but he could still hear that annoying scream following him, and with that scream probably came the horde of zombies.
Where am I even going? thought James as he continued to run in the same direction. He couldn't just keep running and never stop. He had better endurance than most, but he'd eventually grow tired. He had to stop somewhere...somewhere where the walkers couldn't get to him. He looked at his surroundings. Buildings, buildings and more buildings. This wouldn't help him get away. Zombies knew how to get into a building. James decided to continue running, not wanting to stop in a building. He'd for sure be doomed if he did that.
He was now back on the outside of the city, with fewer buildings. The screaming had stopped, but James could still see figures lurking around a ways back. Suddenly, James reached a tall, wrought iron fence. It was probably about ten feet tall, with sharp ends at the top twisted together. He looked past the fence to see what was behind it. He couldn't see much, but he knew that there was some sort of slope or cliff about ten yards past the fence. Whatever was on the other side of this fence, James was sure that it was better than a horde of zombies. James made the quick decision to climb it and threw his backpack over the fence, using all his strength, and about five tries before he finally got it over the tall fence. He then took his rifle and held on to it as he climbed the fence, and leaped over onto the ground of an unknown land. He didn't care, because he was away from the zombies now. If they were going to get to him now, it'd take them a while to knock down that fence.
"Dutch, any chance there's a doctor's office or hospital around here? I can help him, but I need supplies." She said, looking over at him, hopefully. He seemed to know where everything was. After all, he was giving commands like he was in control. Actually, he should be in control. She brandished a blade and stabbed it into the heads of all the zombies that came near enough to infect Brendon. She herself had a big gash on her arm, which was done bleeding but was still open, saying she didn't have enough gauze to dress it. After all, she didn't seem to get infected yet. Maybe it would stay that way.
"D-don't. Lea-. Me behind." Tammy looked back at him again. He was only getting worse with every step. She wanted to yell for everybody to stop walking, because the expression on his face every time he took a step was killing her. Still, she knew she couldn't. They would get overrun by zombie's in minutes. So she turned her attention back to killing the things in front of her.
"We're not leaving you anywhere."
Dutch had hated hospitals before; something about the white sterile walls, the smell of disease covered with the smell of chemicals, and the wallpaper that he supposed was meant to be comforting but instead only created a mockery of comfort, something about it all had created a deep seated fear and hatred for them. He had always tacked it up as an unreasonable fear, now it wasn't so unreasonable.
No, there was no hope for Brendon in Milwaukee. If he was going to heal, he was going to have to heal naturally. They had to get well clear of this hell-hole before then though. If they could just get to the woods, if they could just get out of here, Brendon might be able to make it. If they tried to make it to a hospital, Brendon would die, Dutch decided. One way or another, from blood loss, or from the infection. Every second Brendon stayed in the city was another second closer to death. There was nothing left in Milwaukee for them but death.
Now he wracked his mind, trying to think of a way to deal with the situation. It was difficult to concentrate while hearing Tammy and Olive deal with the undead around him and Brendon. He felt utterly shamed at being defended by the two women, but the clinical part of his mind reminded him there was no recourse. He didn't understand why they were fighting for Brendon, or him for that matter. Dutch and Brendon would make a nice decoy right about now, and any sane person would have utilized them and made a break for it. But they stayed and swung gore-stained weapons in their defense. Dutch decided he would think more about that later. The shambling horde's calls and howls had brought more undead to the scene. Younger, fresher, faster. They raced out into the night towards them. Dutch slid his entrenching tool out its pouch and readied it in his hand. Tammy and Olive were able to fend of the majority, but Dutch felt his blood turn to ice as what was once a woman suddenly leaped off the roof of a car at Brendon.
A hunter.
Its demonic visage seemed to burn itself into Dutch's mind, its claws extended and about to tear into Brendon's flesh. He quickly spun the man out of the way in an adrenaline fueled grip and swung out with his sharpened shovel. The hunter's hands shattered and snapped with a sickening crunch. Undeterred, the creature continued to rush forward, and pushed Dutch and Brendon to the ground with its inertia.
He felt Brendon slip from his grasp as he fell. For a moment, he thought he was about to die. He expected it. He could feel the disgusting thing pushing itself against him, trying to tear his mask off with its broken appendages; could see its bloody face through the glass eye-pieces. He realized his shovel was still in his hand and, taking it in a reversed grip, hacked the sharped point again and again into thing's face. For what seemed like an eternity he hacked at it, until it finally went slack and still. For a moment he lay there, the bloody corpse of a pretty young woman sprawled across his body.
Brendon.
He shoved the rotting piece of filth off his camouflaged parka and staggered to his feet. He looked around desperately, fearing that Brendon had been dragged off by one of the demons. He found him though, struggling to crawl forward and away from the death that was coming for them all. He slid his shovel back into his belt as he ran over over to him, and lifted him up in adrenaline fueled arms. He was surprised by how light he felt at that moment. He had no idea if the girls were still alive, he didn't have time to look over his shoulder to check. Vera was still with him, slung across his shoulder as he had left her.
"Don't try and fight them!" He screamed. "Just run! We're almost there!"
He ran. He ran as fast as he could ever remember running. Brendon slack in his arms. Then he saw it, they had almost missed it, almost run right past it. The thought sickened him, but by sheer luck the last seconds of light from the setting sun illuminated the chain-link fence. He sprinted the last few yards and leaned against the fence; sucking in ragged breath after ragged breath. Past this fence lay the train yard, the tracks, the wilderness, salvation. He knew he couldn't get Brendon over by himself, his arms were already starting to fade from the sustained carry of his weight. He looked back, hoping beyond hope the girls were coming up after him.
"Just hold on a little longer..." He gasped in-between breaths. "We're almost out of this..."
He wasn't sure if he had just spoken to himself, or Brendon.
Within five minutes the group would come up on a small house with the windows boarded up and garage sealed. Outside was a row of graves marked with with make-shift wooden crosses. The house's former residents Dillon had come across, all infected. He soon ran up to the door and pulled a key off his belt and opened the door up, motioning the group inside. "Stay away from the windows." He murmured as they passed, sweat dripping off his face under the mask. As soon as they were all inside he came in as well, closing the door, locking it and then moving a sofa in front of it before dropping his pack on the ground. He then removed the mask and threw it down next to the pack. The hallway was sealed by a pile of furniture and the living room was the only open place in the house with a couple cots on the ground. "You can all rest... I'll keep watch incase they come along and try to get in. However, I left some bait for them." He gave a nod and then sat down leaning against his pack.
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She had found three men sitting in a circle in the woods.One with a long dark beard, one with blonde hair and a large nose, and a bald one with a large scar down his cheek. They were talking, but she couldn't care less what they said. She had foolishly barged in there with her gun, and if that wasn't enough, she had weakened and asked for help. Then they had asked her to sit down as they gave her some bread and water. Then the man with the beard had smiled as she was knocked unconsious by a fourth man.
What did they want her for? Suddenly,she heard a noise. something had fallen off a shelf in the corner of the room. She gingerly walked over there and, low and behold, her cat Bear jumped out. "Bear! She scooped him up and looked down...and discovered what had made the noise. The item that had fallen was a silver picture frame, ornated with waves and fish. Inside the frame was the three men, along with a big black guy. That must be the one that knocked her out. But it was the background that frightened her. A large warehouse with bleachers all around. And a red flag in the middle, that Bliss knew all too well. This was no common kidnapping. These men ran a SFR. A slave fighting ring.
Rohan helped his daughter off the ground and pushed her through the doorway of the small, shabby house. The moaning of the infected was growing more distant as they went after the military radio. That was a clever move, he had to admit. Breathing heavily from sprinting for so long, he checked over his equipment, making sure he hadnโt dropped anything crucial. Then he grasped Katie, checking her over for bites, scratches, anything. โDid any of them get you?!โ
โNo. No! Iโm okay.โ
โWhat about this?โ he said, pointing to her now knee. The scrape wasnโt deep, but it was bleeding considerably.
โItโs nothing. I tripped.โ
He glanced at Dillon and Sydney warily, hoping they didnโt catch anything. It occurred to him now that he had ever bothered to ask if either of them were carriers. After scouring through the house, he found some medical gauze in a cupboard that had been used to block up a window. It looked like Dillon had been set up here for a while. Katie had dropped down exhausted on one of the cots, dropping her pack on the ground. She winced slightly as Rohan used the bottle of vodka to disinfect her knee and dressing it with the gauze. He shrugged out of his jacket and placed it around her, after which she sank into an uneasy sleep. She looked so peaceful there, Rohan felt a pang of regret. No child should have to live like this. He knew that he would get no sleep himself that night, and paced restlessly around the room, gripping onto his shotgun. โYouโre not bad with that ice-pick,โ he said to Sydney to try and pass the time.
Location: A small apartment building somewhere in Milwaukee
"Willa? We should get moving again." Willow's sister's voice woke her gently from her sleep and she blinked her eyes open. That was the first real sleep she'd gotten since Tammy had had to kill their mother. With an unintelligible groan, Willow rolled to the side and threw up in the can that was placed next to the couch. Her pain was always the worst right when she woke up, after the pills had worn off.
She placed her hand against her flat, injured stomach and reached into her pocket for a small baggie. Inside the baggie, there were two other baggies. One containing little white pills, the other containing yellowish pills. One was an antidepressant, the other was a pain pill. She grabbed one of each and downed them before glancing at her bag. She was starting to run low.
Not wanting to think about what would happen if she ran out, Willow shoved the bag back in her pocket. Traveling with the pain pills was hard enough. Honestly, there wasn't a day that Willa didn't feel guilty for holding them up. Because of her stupid injuries, the girls couldn't travel very far for very long.
With a sigh, she sat up and looked at Tammy. "Did you even sleep?" She said, and caught the answer in her eye. No. Of course not. Willa rolled her eyes. "You have to sleep sometime, you'll be no use to me dead on your feet." She said with a gentle smile before standing and swinging one of the bags onto her shoulder, picking up her baseball bat. She twirled it in her hand and looked at it. It used to be white with a purple handle. Now it was covered in bright red stains.
"Where to captain?" She smiled softly.
โYouโre not bad with that ice-pick,โ He heard Rohan say to Sydney, he had to agree the scientist proved himself rather handy in the escape of the infected a little while ago. However, he made no commit and just preceded to mind his own business, thinking about their situation. He would wait until morning to mention it but he thought they should stay here for a couple more days, or atleast until more survivors had wandered by, for days he left signs, notes, ration caches, markings, and signals for fellow survivors around the area, from the highway to the side of the woods that bordered Milwaukee. Doing whatever he could in all reality to ensure as many people could live and make it south or to this safehouse as possible. Added onto that, he had to find a route on his atlas that would bypass any major cities and as many towns as humanly possible. Population centers meant infected people. Or that's atleast what the Commander told his platoon, he remembered his Platoon's first task, during some of the earlier stages of the outbreak right after they were brought back from overseas his platoon was in Detroit. They were tasked with an attempt to slow the infection. Sent to the city's central hospital which was a 'safe zone' in the city they were ordered into the building and then ordered to kill all the doctors, patients, and 'infected prisoners'. He just remembered as the lined the Doctors up and then bang, watching them fall down. Then after that they 'purged the area' burning the building and surrounding city block down. Tears began whelling up in his eyes as he then snapped back to reality and from the gruesome memories. Obviously the attempts to slow or stop the outbreak failed. Shaking his head he stopped and brushed some tears from his eyes. Your so soft... He thought to himself, a slight scowl on his face. But that didn't bother him, he felt relieved he was still soft, the world hadn't sucked his humanity and morals from him. He then looked back up at Rohan, the man had become so cold it seemed, all to protect his daughter. Didn't he realize that he was just dooming her by acting that way? And dooming himself? He was willing to throw their humanity and emotions away for the simple luxury of survival... What was the point if survival if you became less than human?
Dillon's mind kept wondering about these three he had managed to find, his little group no seemed to consist of a man with a shotgun, a little girl, scientist, and misfit soldier. He almost chuckled. The way the apocalypse brings people together, eh? His mind pondered, a small but sad smile making its way across his face as he remained entwined by his thoughts.
Location: A small apartment building somewhere in Milwaukee
Tamara looked up at her sister as she took her pills and started getting ready to leave. She frowned knowing that they wont be able to travel to far once again. "I got enough sleep to get us by." She said smiling. "And I promise we will raid the next hospital we come across for your meds."
She sighed taking out her map looking over it carefully. "Alright, so you can't walk for to long, so it would really help if we had a car that wasn't destroyed." She said putting her finger on a spot on the map. "Best place to get a car is the dealership. They keep keys inside and plenty to choose from. This is the closest one I could find." She said showing Willa the spot on the map.
"It's a long walk and i need to know your able to handle it. And once we find a car we're going to need gas. So once we get there i'll leave you in the car while I scout some of the gas stations close by and see what I can get from them." She said looking up at Willa.
"It shouldn't be to hard." She said standing up as she lit another cigarette waiting for her sisters opinion.
There was a small gap in between the boards that covered the window, providing a glimpse of the forest outside. The forest looked dark and forlorn but empty of walkers, gratefully. An acute silence had fallen between the trees. It unsettled Rohan. Like calm before the storm, he thought, and wondered if Dillon prayed to his God to keep the walkers away. It hadnโt done them much good so far. Katie stirred in her sleep, mumbling something unintelligible. He hoped she was having lovely dreams. She deserved them. Rohan sank slowly to the ground near Katieโs cot, running his hands through his hair. He had been on his way home the day the bombings started; struck in traffic on the highway to Wilwaukee. You could hear the bombings miles away. First the broadcast, crackling desperately out of his car radio, then communications went down. Yet still, he was too late. Katie had been hysteric on the phone: as she told it, her mother had simply fallen down one morning, her heart stopped. He warned her not to go to the hospital, for the stories had come loud and clear from the survivors. The army had rounded up everyone, and shot them all. When he arrived home, she seemed to have come back from the dead, though she was feverish. Rohan recalled the feeling of the cold pistol, and her dead weight in his arms, the little one in her belly. It was the right thing to do, wasnโt it? โWhat the fuck was I supposed to have done?โ he murmured softly.
He laid the shotgun across his knees, and took off the silver chain around his neck, tracing the gold wedding band that hung from it with his fingers to cure his idle hands.
He then looked down a for a second, mind withdrawing to think. Soon he came up with another logical idea. Get to know Rohan... Dillon felt he could already rely on the scientist. But the man he knew nothing about who was protecting his daughter was a wild card. Deciding it would increase their chances of survival, he looked up and spoke softly. "Where'd you come from?" The question came off genuine sounding, as it was meant to. He needed to know more about both Sydney and Rohan, though he figured Rohan needed fixing more. The man seemed to have more troubles. He then noticed the word fixing came into his thoughts. He was now trying to fix people? That was for shrinks and Doctors, not a mechanic who specialized in fixing military vehicles and weaponry. Had he really become that withdrawn in these events that he considered people could be fixed like any other common object? It was a scary thought to him but he pressed it away quickly, needing to focus on what would come next.
"I'm from Denver..." He said, before Rohan had a chance to answer the question Dillon had proposed to him. Trying to gauge what Rohan's reaction would be to Dillon attempting to socialize with him, he couldn't help but get the feeling the man disliked him. Rohan repeatedly did and said things that opposed what Dillon had done and said. Maybe he had an authority problem? Dillon guessed that because he was a soldier Sydney and Rohan would automatically assume he wanted to be in charge... Dillon in all reality could care less about leading, he had no interest in power... Maybe fame but not power. This would also be a view he would need to correct, that he was not some big bad soldier. But rather someone just doing his job and sticking to what he felt was morally right and wrong.
Her first instinct was to run. Run as fast as she could. Run as far as she could. But Olive was terrified, her feet glued to the ground in paralysis. The undead woman was a menace, clawing at the pair, oblivious of the blows she was taking herself. All Olive could do was watch the struggle until Dutch abruptly ended it with a finishing strike.
She released a quivering breath as Dutch pushed the now inanimate corpse off himself and hoisted Brendon back up. She was a coward, and she knew it. Before, she really had no reason to defend herself; there were only a few desperate situations where she actively went on the offensive, and that was rare. Her stealth and speed made up for the fighting strength she lacked, but now that the group had slowed she had more to think about than running. She had given up that option when she chose to stay with the group.
Dutch continued to lug Brendon at his side when she thought to help, urged more by wanting to ease the guilt she felt at not having reacted quickly enough in response to the attack. Her view of Dutch's unwavering strength summoned a pang of envy within Olive. More than anything, it compelled her to whisper a silent promise within her mind: 'I'll be sure to do anything to keep this group alive, too.'
At that moment, she started at multiple movements in the peripherals of her vision. Olive swept her head across the scene just in time to witness a horde forming right in front of her. They were right on Dutch and Brendon's trail.
'Oh no,' Olive though in sheer panic as the green glow in her eyes turned hollow in fear. She felt she was frozen in place again, like just a moment earlier... but she knew better now. She literally shook herself to snap out of her horror-induced trance. She had to do something, and quick. The horde was gaining quickly as Dutch reached the chain-link fence with Brendon in tow. The two men seemed to slump against the gate as if in resignation.
There had to be something she could do, and it had to be rash enough so that it would take the attention off of Dutch and Brendon, and onto her. She had no time to think, so when she turned her head to an abandoned car beside her, she seized the perfect opportunity. With the axe she already held in her clammy hands, she gripped the wooden handle until her knuckles paled. She lifted the axe above her head and swung it down into the windshield of the car. Along with the crashing sound of glass breaking, the car alarm went off in unison.
A prideful smirk curled the edges of Olive's lips, a mental 'Yes!' shouting in her mind. The walkers that had their backs turned in pursuit of Dutch and Brendon clumsily stopped in their tracks. They all slowly began to turn.
Olive slowly tread backwards before she turned and bounded into a jog, then into a full-on sprint. Not only was the horde taking interest in her, but so were the stray infected that loitered around the empty cars and buildings. But this time she wasn't worried. This is what she was used to. Running.
She successfully ran the span of two blocks before she turned a corner into a small alley. 'This way I could circle back to the group,' the girl thought as she slowed her pace in the narrow, dark space. She became alert. Her vulnerability was at its highest now that she was in the shadows where the monsters could easily blend. She kept her speed with agile steps.
Olive had just reached the end of the alley when she let out a relieved sigh. She made it. But looking back behind her, the alley was no longer secure as the zombies crept into the confined gap. Keeping an intent eye on the impending danger, she squeezed her way out and back into the street.
Finally out in the open, Olive took in a breath only to feel even more exhausted than she had before. The lack of sleep was catching up to her at the worst time ever. She had to keep going, though.
However, the pause was was one second too long. From behind her, a zombie took hold of her with a dead grip on her arm. The surprise and exhaustion she felt overwhelm her impaired her to the point where her thought process slowed at a snail's pace. The monster gaped its mouth open to sink its rotting teeth into Olive's upper arm. The pain came like thunder shooting through her arm, and she whimpered weakly in response. Olive writhed away from its clenched jaws as it tore off a piece of her jacket with it.
"Shit!" Olive managed to breathe out as she whipped around to face her attacker. Besides the pain, worry and disappointment began to seethe through her. She had been bitten... again. This hadn't been her first time, but it was always a hassle to have to bandage herself up with the scant resources she had. And after having used most of her bandage supply on Brendon, she only had enough barely for herself. The infection obviously wasn't a worry for her, but the reaction she expected to get from the rest of the group was.
Being vulnerable at all sides, she figured she didn't have the luxury to just stand there and think before she could potentially get bitten again. She turned back to the direction of where the group had to be waiting, hopefully over the gate by now. She held a grip on her bloody, ravaged arm before she sped into a sprint once again. She was half way there.
Even in the dead silence there was always something to listen to. Human beings could never be fully quiet. โWhereโd you come from?โ said Dillon, out of nowhere. Rohan let the words hang in the air. Where did he come from? He had lived in many places, never taking root anywhere but floating in between jobs and friends and houses. He wasnโt sure it really mattered. โOhio,โ he lied, without raising his head. His wife had been from Ohio: it wasnโt an unfounded lie.
There was shuffling and snarling outside. Katie sat up, suddenly alert and awake. โWalkers?โ she said, with a rising panic in her voice. Rohan told her to be quiet. Moving slowly, he got to his feet and peered out the window. There stood a walker, its rotting outline illuminated by the moon. โJust one,โ he said, relieved, but he had spoken too early. It had sensed them, somehow, and sat back on its haunches and let out a roaring scream. โItโs going to bring the whole horde here,โ he snarled.
Then walking back into the living room. "Rohan, I know you don't want to listen to me, but I have a plan incase this happens. I need you and your daughter to head into the basement." He pointed to a door near the kitchen. There is a cellar door that leads behind the house down there, when you hear a car alarm head break the door open and run as fast as you can North, towards the city. You'll find a small back pack hung up in a tree suspending by a bungee rope. Wait there. If we're not there in ten minutes take the bag and head east, once your about 6 miles east you'll find a road. Follow it." He then turned to Sydney and spoke. "Stay with me and help set up the distraction." With that he walked back into the kitchen with Sydney on his tail, praying Rohan would listen to him for once. He had been here long enough to scout the area out and prepare this plan.
At the edge of the kitchen was the door to the small garage. Dillon walked into it at a brisk pace and then moved his pistol up and fired two rounds through the garage door, seconds later Infected were clawing and bashing into it. He fired a couple more rounds and then slid the pistol away, praying plan would work. He then paced over to a truck in the garage and bashed the window in, causing the methodical alarm to buzz off. Now here came the fun part. Drawing his shotgun, he fired more rounds through the garage door. Outside the infected continued to pound on the garage door. Knowing it wouldn't be long till they got in, Dillon walked through the kitchen door, signaling Sydney to remain on his flank, he then pressed the garage door opener, letting the infected into the house. He saw Sydney's look on his face, he knew the man thought he was crazy. He grinned lightly under the mask. Yeah, he was very crazy. But that was part of his plan. Behind the edge of the kitchen doorway he aimed for the lid to the gas tank in the back of the truck, he planned on igniting the whole garage. With a long withdrawn breath, he closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, however, luck conspired against him. The slugs missed and the infected soon were upon them. He soon pulled away from the door, jumping away and towards the living room yelling at Sydney to follow. But then to his horror, behind him he heard the screaming of a man, he turned to see the infected swarming over a figure on the floor, feasting. Sydney... Dillon knew it was too late, the infected got the older scientist, so he darted into the basement and luck or God or whatever decided to save Dillon again. He quickly slid into the basement, locking and baring the door with a piece of flat wood before sprinting down the stairs, hoping Rohan and Katie had gotten out in time.
The basement was pitch dark. Katie looked back desperately at the two men who remained in the house, before her father swung the door shut and told her to keep going. They found the door leading out of the house after some fumbling around in the dark. Shots rebounded off the walls above them. โHurry,โ Rohan told her. He knew Dillon had some sort of plan, and he doubted it would do them much good to be around to see it. He worried not for either of the other menโs lives, but felt a pang of regret for all the fine weapons that would perish with them. They came into the area behind the house. Dawn was breaking through the trees, casting long shadows onto the ground. โThe sun rises in the east,โ he mumbled, โNorth is this way.โ Breaking into a half-hearted jog โ Katie struggling to keep up, still groggy from sleep - he set off into what he deemed what the right direction. There was a deafening explosion. Glancing back, he found the garage had burst into flames, quickly consuming the rest of the little house. There went their short-lived safe house.
โDad, look!โ Katie said.
โI know, I know, the houseโโ
She shook her head. โNo, youโre not looking. In the tree.โ He followed her pointed finger. There, up in the tree, was the backpack Dillon mentioned. There was no way they survived the blast, however; it was useless waiting here. Katieโs voice was pleading. She had no love for the army man, but the ageing scientist had meant something to her. She wanted to wait for him, at least. There was noise behind them. Rohan pivoted around rapidly, aiming the shotgun square at the intruder, but stayed the trigger. It was Dillon, not an infected. He was alone. Rohan didnโt bother ask what happened to Sydney. He trusted Dillon little - for all he knew he couldโve used Sydney as bait to get away unscathed himself โ but bringing his honour into question wouldnโt help any of them now. Katieโs face was struck with grief, though she kept her gaze to the ground and did not show it.
โI know you said there was a road east from here,โ Rohan said to Dillon, with his shotgun in one hand and the other on Katieโs shoulder, offering some sort of comfort, โbut there is a railroad track not far. I think it is a safer way south than the road; there are all sorts of things none of us want to deal with on the roads. What do you say?โ
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Tamara Goldwin
"Let's play a game. Who can kill more sob's?"
Willow Goldwin
"Every adventure requires a first step."
Sydney Earl Adams
"I'm used to working with ice and penguins... not the living dead"
Dillon Carth Ruso
"Just keep walking."
Katie Clarke
"I know mom would have turned into a walker if you hadn't shot her. You don't need to try and hide it from me like I'm stupid."
Rohan Clarke
"I don't want to cause any trouble, we are just passing through. Please, I have a daughter."
Bliss
Strong bold alone unafraid, bite me, i dare you
James Walker
"I was on my own before this happened, what's the difference."
Dani Kim
"Let's see if I can hit a homer with his head, shall we?"
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James Walker
"I was on my own before this happened, what's the difference."
Blair Lee Blake
"Why not? Were all already dieing anyways. From the moment were born were already dieing. Dead. I'm not saying don't fight back because your already dead, I'm saying fight back so you can keep dieing."
Hayley Collin Humphrey
"Let's just get out of here without causing a mess please."
Rohan Clarke
"I don't want to cause any trouble, we are just passing through. Please, I have a daughter."
Bliss
Strong bold alone unafraid, bite me, i dare you
Katie Clarke
"I know mom would have turned into a walker if you hadn't shot her. You don't need to try and hide it from me like I'm stupid."
Sydney Earl Adams
"I'm used to working with ice and penguins... not the living dead"
Tamara Goldwin
"Let's play a game. Who can kill more sob's?"
Steve King
"If people were smarter, we would not be in this mess."
Olivia Keepsake
"Please! I beg of you-- stay away from me!"
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Katie Clarke
"I know mom would have turned into a walker if you hadn't shot her. You don't need to try and hide it from me like I'm stupid."
Tammy Jones
"You don't have to be loud to be strong."
Dani Kim
"Let's see if I can hit a homer with his head, shall we?"
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Heather Fairbanks
"You know how they say good things come in small packages?"
Olivia Keepsake
"Please! I beg of you-- stay away from me!"
Wayne "Sarge" Hardy
"Are you gonna do something, or just stand there and bleed?"
Brendon Krugman
"Keep calm and carry on!"
Aaron Samuel Cross
"I'll go in ahead, see what I can see."
Bliss
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