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James Patterson

"The past... It seems so long ago. Like it happened in another life to another man, no, boy. I was a boy then."

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a character in “Survive The New World”, as played by almostinsane

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Entry 1- Hello, I guess


ImageI do not know why I am writing this. I guess I want someone to Image know about me. Someone to car. My name is James Patterson and I am 23 years old. I was 18 when the virus broke out and, to be honest, I think my life was perfect back then, not that I thought it was at the time. Sure, I was under a lot of pressure from my dad to succeed and it might have been luck rather than skill that got me spotted by a Minor League scout, but my future was bright. I don't remember too much about what had me stressed out back then. It was only baseball, but back then, baseball was my life.

My dad was a professional baseball player. Pretty cool, right? I used to brag to all my friends about my cool dad. Of course, later on, I learned he never quite made it to the Major Leagues, but I was pretty proud. I still am. There aren't many people who are good enough to play professionally, right? Anyway, I happened to inherit his talent and he always said I was better than he was at my age, but I don't know whether this is true or not. I know he pushed me to be the best I could be and while I resented it sometimes, I knew he only had my best interests in mind. My mom was a sweetheart, however. She was a doctor and a homemaker and yet she was always there for me to be able to talk to her. Not many women could do that, but she made it seem effortless. I miss them both. Then there was Sheila...

She wasn't like the stereotypical cheerleader you used to see in the movies. You know, the ones that are bitchy and secretly slutty. Sheila was a wonderful girl. Beautiful, kind, athletic, and always cheerful. She was popular for all the right reasons. I proposed to her at Senior Prom. Yeah, I know. I was a kid in love. Amazingly, she said yes. Then the virus came... What happened to her, what it made he try to do to me... She was better off dead. I know that in my heart. But I still have nightmares about it. I... I don't want to write about it here. Nor do I want to write about how my parents were killed. They're dead: The End. I survive however I can. I traded in my wooden bat for an aluminum one and a pistol with some bullets. My mom taught me some basic first aid and I have some medical supplies, but I know that the Colony is my only hope. God, please. Help me.

Sometimes I dream about the old days. Sometimes I don't want to wake up.

So begins...

James Patterson's Story

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"I've been thinking."

James smirked slightly at the woman beside him. Both of them were as naked as the day they were born and the memories of the activities they had only finished with five minutes ago was fresh in his mind. The woman looked at him and hit him slightly on his chest.

"What?" she asked indignantly.

"Well, I was going to say that if you were busying thinking about something else, then I wasn't doing my job correctly."

"You pig!" she laughed.

"You love me and you know it."

"Yes... I love you, dear Husband-to-be, but be serious for a second. I was thinking about your proposal. What are you going to tell your parents? Or mine?"

"I'll tell them that I love you, Sheila, and that I waited until you said yes before jumping into bed with you."
She laughed, "Pig."


James awoke with a start, his hand gripping his aluminum bat. He looked around at the crumbling shop that he had decided to sleep in. Everything useful was gone save for the pile of canned vegetables and fruit he managed to find scattered around the floor. The shop looked like one of those new age organic grocery stores, the type that Sheila used to insist he was going to shop at when he was in the Minors.

James gripped his bat. Images of her distorted face flashed before his eyes and he swung at empty air, hoping in vain that he would be able to destroy it.

He shook his head. He needed to stay focused. He opened up his bag and took out a surgeon's mask to cover his mouth and goggles to cover his eyes. He had gotten good at avoiding the dead, but sometimes he was just unlucky and sometimes he had to use his bad. As far as he knew, the virus was spread through blood, saliva, and bites. He did not know about scratches, but lucky, he had never needed to find out.

He placed the canned goods he found in his bag. If he was careful, it could last him a week. Another week of survival. Another week of traveling to the Colony. He made his way outside the store and down the street. For a second, he thought he saw his dad.

"You have to find your own sweet spot, Jamie. The one place where you know you can hit the ball out of the park every time."

James shut his eyes and reopened them. It was just a mannequin holding a plastic bat and dressed in a baseball uniform.

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Character Portrait: Jessica Matthews Character Portrait: Derek Reese Character Portrait: James Patterson

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Jessica watched as Derek ventured further into the house after breakfast. She’d learned his patterns pretty well and coupled with the limited facts she had about the kid, she figured He was abandoned when the world went to shit. It wasn’t that surprising. She’d entered a home where the children were laying dead in their beds. They weren’t bitten, they were killed. Someone probably thought they were doing them a favor, when really, they didn’t want to deal with a kid.

Jessica couldn’t imagine raising her hand to kill a child. Zombie children were the exception and even that was hard. She saw Derek and even though he had an arrow aimed at her head, all she wanted to do was protect him and she’d been doing just that ever since. Her entire world revolved around this kid.

She packed up their things. Pulled an beat up old jacket over her bare around, slung her messenger bag over her shoulder and pulled her violin case on to her back. She slide her fingers through a pair of fingerless fighter gloves and a pair of ski goggles over her sharp, almond shaped eyes. The goggles were for when the desert decided to take the city back. Another reason she assumed they were in the southwest. A lot of dust got kicked up and that made it hard to see.

Derek walked back out and gave her a thumbs up. She nodded. “Alright.” She said and looked around for a moment. It was nice while it lasted. She thought and slung an arm around him and walked out.

Now she had to think. Where to go now?

It was then she thought she saw someone. Whether they were alive or not, she couldn't be sure, She knelled down and pointed to her eyes with two fingers and then where the guy was, signing to Derek. 'Up ahead'.

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Character Portrait: Jessica Matthews Character Portrait: Derek Reese Character Portrait: James Patterson

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Derek saw the man. The man seemed to give no notification of movement or that he knew they were there, and it wasn't a secret Derek could smell his own scent again. Luckily, the zombies didn't pick up on it yet. If he was lucky, he had two weeks to a month before he would have to deal with it.

As he approached this man, getting close enough to see the side of his face, he thought he heard something from a store nearby. Derek dismissed it. He had no plans to go into a Laundromat.

Derek displayed another message. "He looks human. Alone. Could he be friendly?"

However, the man standing in public was attracting the attention of some zombies nearby. About 10.

Derek looked back at Jessica. Do you need me more, or do I need you more?. He didn't deny the fact he might not be alive without Jessica. And it took him a few weeks before he started trusting her. He wasn't exactly thrilled about the fact when he and Jessica first met he had just been in the water so she saw all of Derek. Though, now Jessica was like family to him, and he didn't care really. He knew how protective she was, and he knew how closed off he could be. Even after he trusted her, it took him two months to open up to her. Whatever happened in his past, it caused him to be closed off.

He pulled two arrows back at once, and fired. Each arrow went perfectly around the man's head and killed two zombies.

He looked back at Jessica. "Keep an eye out"

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James frowned slightly when he heard a noise. A shuffling sound that he never would have caught had the city been busy with people, but he could hear it as if it had been a stampeded. He gripped his bat, but before he could defend himself, he heard a whistling sound rush past his ears, each impaling themselves in the eyesockets of two separate zombies. A third one came rushing towards him, but he was ready. He swump his bat hard at the corpse's neck, causing it to snap back, the head hanging limply against its back from the force, but still clinging to the neck.

Three were dead already, but James didn't relax. A fourth one shuffled towards him, but he swung at its kneecap, breaking it before he rushed behind it and swung at the back of its head, crushing its skull. He frowned again.

Four down. Six to go.

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Character Portrait: Jessica Matthews Character Portrait: Derek Reese Character Portrait: James Patterson Character Portrait: Luke Hitch

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The head of the zombie exploded as the round tore through it's skull. Blood and brain matter mixed with bits of bone sprayed into the air as the body dropped. The man stepped out of the alley, his combat boots wet with the coagulated blood of a hidden zombie he'd curb stomped minutes earlier. In his hand was a Sig Sauer P226 with a silencer. The suppressor worked magic to muffle the sound of the 9mm round leaving the chamber. The gunman had a massive highly customized revolver strapped to his thigh and a huge assault rifle slung over his shoulder but those weren't weapons for this kind of engagement. Out in the open in unknown territory the gunmen wanted stealth, to keep things quiet. Normally he'd move in and use his knife but he couldn't risk it. Not with James in trouble.

Luke had spotted his friends son maybe twenty minutes ago and had been tracking him, unsure, unwilling to believe he was in fact seeing who he was seeing. In days like this, alone for as long as Luke had been on his own it was entirely possible he was seeing things but he was sure it was Jimmy. Luke had gone to highschool with his father, the two were stars on the schools respective football and baseball teams. Luke was there the day James came home from the hospital, he had taken a military cargo plane back to the states to be with his friend. Fortunately he had some leave coming up anyway and happily used it to be with his friend. As James grew Luke would visit often. Despite being so busy with the military and later the FBI he made a point to stop by whenever he was free from work. Luke had no family of his own, no wife, no children. As far as he was concerned James and his father was all the family he'd ever needed.

As James grew he'd spent more quality time with Luke. The two had a habit of taking off to the range. Luke taught James how to shoot all kinds of different caliber weapons but he really shined with handguns. Luke used to call him Tex for his affinity for quick drawing hand guns and putting rounds on target with blinding speed. Now that kid, that young man was in a world full of things trying to kill him. James' parents weren't with him and Luke knew what that meant but he'd be damned if he'd let James suffer any longer alone.

Hitch changed targets with practiced ease and fired two more times. Both head shots, he dropped the last two zombies. There were two more people in the immediate area, a young teen probably around 13 or 14 years of age carrying a bow and arrow. A young woman was there two, early twenties with a combat knife. Neither of which seemed to be immediate threats and in fact seemed to have been helping James. The threat was neutralized and Luke locked eyes with the young man he'd seen grow up. Luke stared at the kid, almost in disbelief as he lowered his gun. He took a few short steps toward him, tentatively at first as if James would vanish.

"James?..."

Luke asked as he stared at the young man he saw like a nephew. He rushed to him and grabbed him, embracing him in a warm loving hug. The big man was near to tears but held it together. He held him for a minute before separating and looking down at him.

"Damn kid it's good to see you."

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Derek took out two more zombies that were getting closer, and noticed the second man. He looked back at Jess. "Ask them questions. I think they are blood".

Derek could not help like he was being watched. Like they all were, but he shrugged it off.

Derek looked at the other, military man. Now there were two of them, and all the zombies were dead. On instinct, he pulled two more arrows back, and although the bow was currently down, if either of them raised a weapon towards him he would change that. He hoped Jess would start asking the questions.

(Wasn't sure what else to write. :3)

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The battle went faster than he thought it would, but then, he supposed that when there were people helping you, a lot of things went faster. Why should battling zombies be any different? However, he blinked in surprise when he heard a familiar voice.

"Uncle Luke?" he asked, blinking his eyes a bit in order to make sure he wasn't hallucinating again. No, he was here and he was real. He didn't remember Luke Hitch ever looking so stressed and yet so relieved at the same time. Nor did a hallucination ever clasp him in a bear hug. He grinned over at the older man.

"It's good to see you too. I had thought..." he began, but he didn't say it. They both knew what he thought. He glanced around at the kid and and the girl. He smiled slightly.

"Friends of yours?"

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Character Portrait: Jessica Matthews Character Portrait: Derek Reese Character Portrait: James Patterson Character Portrait: Luke Hitch

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"Not yet."

Luke said turning to the woman and the young teen. Luke was careful to slide his Sig in his belt at the small of his belt. He knew how he looked, big, bald muscle bound militarily goon. He didn't want to scare these people when he just witnessed them helping his nephew out of the kindness of their heart. Good people were a rarity these days and the last thing he wanted to do was stumble in a fight with a two just because he approached them too quickly. Luke carefully extended his open hands to show he wasn't a threat as he took a few steps towards them before stopping, still careful to give them both a wide birth.

"Hey there, names Luke. This here's my nephew James."

Luke said politely but there was a bit of apprehension in his voice, he honestly wasn't sure if these two were gonna fire on him. The young man with the bow had two arrows knocked and ready to fire. Luke was careful to stand directly in the line of fire so if he shot he could use his body as a shield for James. Luke flicked his gaze back to the girl and gave her a trusting nod.

"Thank you, both of you. Good people ain't too common these days."

Luke hoped they didn't shoot him. He hoped they were the good people he thought they were. He'd find out in the next few seconds.

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Izumi Tachikawa (Choi Wong), Fredrick Simmons

Izumi stood leaning his back against the corner of a deserted skyscraper in a city that had been struck by one of the bombs carrying the virus 5 years ago. The metropolis was now a zombie filled wasteland. He thought back to only a day ago when he was with Fredrick.

The two had finished being intimate with each other, Izumi sat up in bed and lit a cigarette and took a drag from it. He and Fredrick were at a pent house suite located in Canada at the time. This city was not affected by the Z-Virus yet. Fredrick once more cuddled Izumi kissing him at the nape of his neck.

“I don’t know how I’ll function with you gone.” Simmons whispered. He was sending Izumi into the USA, or what used to be the functioning United States, to carry out a mission. The zombie barren wasteland was dangerous but Simmons knew that Izumi would be fine.

“If you’re so co-dependent on me, Fredrick, you could come with me.” Izumi replied dryly. He knew that Simmons liked to send him to do his dirty work.

Fredrick sighed heavily. “You know I can’t do that this time my love.” Fredrick turned Izumi’s face towards his own. “I know I’m asking a lot of you. I always do and I’m sorry for all of that. You know that.” Fredrick continued to nuzzle his cheek against Izumi’s. Izumi looked stoically as he usually did when in situations like this with Fredrick.

“Indeed I have heard that before. Don’t worry Fredrick I’ll go and you’ll get by just fine without me. You’ll find a way to get over, you most always do.” Izumi replied smugly. He smiled as he flicked his bangs out of his face.

Fredrick smirked. “I only hope heaven can forgive me for sending my angel to hell and back.” He hugged Izumi close.

Izumi made no attempt to reciprocate the embrace. Once Fredrick let go Izumi replied. “Oh… how self-absorbed you are. You’re responsible for turning a whole country into its own personal hell, killed millions an turned angels into monsters, and you’re wondering if god can forgive you for putting ME in harm’s way? You’d better pray that god has a fraction left of something other than disdain for you because what you deserve is far more horrible than you seem to realize.” Izumi crawled past Fredrick, after putting out his cigarette, and laid down.

“Fair enough Love. Okay I promise next time I’ll go with you. Let’s go to sleep. You’ve got a big day ahead of you. Remember, I’ll keep a monitor on your position. Gather what intel you can on the survivors and then head to the extraction point so that I can pick you up in a few days.” Fredrick replied as he lay down with Izumi holding him closely. “I love you Izumi Tachikawa.” Fredrick added.


Izumi opened his eyes and there he was, standing in the cover of the Skyscraper. There were infected approaching having been drawn toward the sound of the helicopter that dropped Izumi there which was now leaving. Izumi held a crossbow with plenty of metal arrows. Some of the explosive variety, others were normal silver arrows. He also had a gun that shot acid rounds. Izumi most always had a grappling gun handy for reaching higher ground. He looked quite pristine in comparison to anyone that had been surviving out in the hellish country for so long.

Izumi took a deep breath and closed his eyes once more. “Angel… I’m no angel Fredrick. You saw to that yourself. Well to hell and back if necessary.” He said to himself. Izumi immediately took off running, his shoes clacking against the concrete of the desolate city streets. The zombies took chase. They weren’t nearly as fast as Izumi but they somehow managed to keep up. Izumi headed for the edge of the city but he needed to lose those following him. He shot an explosive bolt into the head of one of the zombies and after ten rapid beeps the bolt exploded killing about fifteen zombie and disabling others.

Izumi looked back casually. “Only in emergencies Tachikawa…” He said to himself with a heavy sigh.

After a bit of wandering about he stumbled upon a small shop and four people inside. “Those are definitely survivors.” He thought. “Well, here goes.” Izumi walked toward the entrance and stood at the doorway.

“Well well… It seems hell hasn’t consumed everybody around here. For that I am glad.” Izumi said to the group with a smile upon his pale face. He collapsed his crossbow and placed it into his black bag. “I mean you all no harm. I’m Izumi Tachikawa. I’m a professional bounty hunter in search of a man named Lambert Cranston. Have any of you encountered him or know of his whereabouts?” Izumi told the group his cover story. They couldn’t be told that the truth about his mission. This story would explain his arsenal of crossbow, explosive bolts, acid rounds, and grappling gun, as well as why he didn’t look like he’d been fighting to survive like they had.

He continued, “If you all are with me upon the completion of my mission, I might be able to offer you a lift out of here to civilization.” Izumi meant what he said. He felt horrible as he looked upon the four people who were fighting to survive a hell brought on to them by people who only gave a shit about themselves. He would force Fredrick to help these people if he had to. However, this was all given that they trust him enough to keep him around and or not kill him on the spot. Izumi kept a confident and polished look about himself as he waited for a reply.

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Izumi Tachikawa

Izumi smirked as the young woman seemed to not take him too seriously. He didn’t really look like a bounty hunter. However he had the skills to handle himself in a tricky spot and make it look near flawless. However his mention of helping them find civilization seemed to put her off.

The young woman’s amused expression dropped. "Okay, I'm calling bullshit." She said. "Civilization. The world ended, homie. There ain't no civilization. I don't know what the hell you've been smoking, but it's about time you kick the habit." she said bitterly.

Izumi had to remember that these people had been in such chaotic conditions for so long they’re mind set was in a completely different phase. They were abandoned by the little bit of government that still existed and to them there was no more government system. However Izumi was fortunate enough to have witnessed portions of the world that were still functioning, even if only to the fraction of its former capacity. Izumi’s smile faded minutely. He still grinned but not in a menacing manner.

“If we were playing a game you’d lose by calling bullshit on that.” Izumi said while folding his arms. “Look at me. Do I look like I’ve been fighting for my life in this wasteland for months? I don’t think so. That’s because I had a ride here. Once I find who and what I need, I’m outta here. Trust me or not take it or leave it. It’s up to you.” Izumi’s face carried more of a serious disposition now. He hoped that everyone else wasn’t so apprehensive. He really wanted to help them. It was the least he could do.

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Character Portrait: Jessica Matthews Character Portrait: Derek Reese Character Portrait: James Patterson Character Portrait: Izumi Tachikawa a.k.a Choi Wong Character Portrait: Luke Hitch

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"They are blood. I don't think they are bad, but do not trust them".

To be fair, anyone with a careful eye and enough intelligence would eventually figure out Derek's sign language. Not immediately, but eventually. Derek looked at the others, and then at this new person. He repositioned his bow at the person, backing up somewhat to maintain a safe distance. He looked at Jess again.

"Tell them that if any of them so much as touches me, I might just shoot them"

Derek was sweet really, but when your parents abandon you for no good reason, you get trust issues. Lots of them. It took forever to let Jess in.

Derek couldn't help but continuously feel like something was wrong. When he looked through a store window, he saw plenty of untaken supplies.

However, that is when Derek heard music from this one store. He looked back at Jess. "We are never going to be able to leave here alive if that music keeps playing...". He began walking towards the store, bow raised and arrows loaded.

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James watched the conversation before him impassively, raising an eyebrow when an Asian man appeared, claiming he was a bounty hunter and here to help. He frowned slightly. He certainly wasn't fighting for his life. He looked too well-kempt and his weapons were too advanced. Still, he didn't feel like trusting the man just yet.

"Why do I get the feeling that this is too good to be true?" he asked the others aloud. He trusted Luke, of course. There was nothing fishy about the man's appearance. Besides, he had known the man all his life. The girl and the kid looked to be in the same boat as him, but the Asian.. He sighed and shook his head.

"If a zombie apocalypse has taught me anything, it's that when something is too good to be true, it usually is. I'm headed for the Colony and I suppose we can all travel together. But I don't trust anyone but Uncle Luke. I don't expec to be trusted myself."

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Izumi Tachikawa

Izumi eyed the young boy as he looked at him. Izumi watched as the boy repositioned his bow at the person, backing up somewhat to maintain a safe distance. He looked at Jess again. And seemed to be signing something. Izumi didn’t know sign language but he paid close attention anyhow.

The blonde man spoke, "Why do I get the feeling that this is too good to be true?" he asked the others aloud. Izumi simply looked up at him, trying to anticipate what was to come next. It didn’t seem as if he was going to be the most welcome amongst this group of people.

"So what does this guy look like?" The woman asked, with a rueful sigh. Izumi gave a smiled smile of relief to see that the young woman was at least trying to level with him even if minutely. With that, She turned to find the young boy gone. Panic washed over her face. "Hold that thought." she said and scanned the area. "Dee?"

Izumi turned as the young woman went in search of the boy. He was concerned too. It wasn’t a great idea to wander off alone. Izumi had not long been in the zombie infested land but he knew better not to go it alone if he could help it.

The blonde man spoke again, "If a zombie apocalypse has taught me anything, it's that when something is too good to be true, it usually is. I'm headed for the Colony and I suppose we can all travel together. But I don't trust anyone but Uncle Luke. I don't expec to be trusted myself."

Izumi nodded in agreement. “Fair enough. If you will have me along I offer to help out in whatever way I can.” Izumi replied calmly. He turned his attention toward outside. “Whoever is playing music should really think again. There will be infected all over this place it that persists.” He said calmly. He walked out of the store in an effort to follow the young woman. None of them introduced themselves to him so he didn’t know all of their names, except for those of the boy and possibly the larger muscled man.

Izumi thought to himself, ‘So the boy is called “Dee” or it could be a nickname, and the muscled man is “Luke”. He must be well acquainted with the Blonde guy. Alright then…’

Izumi thought it unusual but he wished that Fredrick was with him. He had such a love hate relationship with the man. There were times he didn’t want Fredrick to touch him and other times when all he wanted was to embrace him. Izumi thought it to be his own personal Stockholm syndrome having set in. Perhaps Izumi was in love with the idea of being in love. He simply couldn't decide. However he for sure hated that Fredrick sent his to face the people he trough under the bus.

Izumi took out a special handheld device that allowed him communicate with Fredrick. He typed out and sent a message. “Lambert Cranston had better make an appearance in the near future because I have a feeling that the survivors I’ve encountered won’t feel at ease with me for a long while without some validity to my story. Love you Simmons…” The message read.

Fredrick’s reply was, “Alright. Give me a few days and I shall join you in the field as Lambert Cranston. I missed you anyway. Don’t forget to collect samples of the infected and carefully monitor the survivors. If you by chance come upon any sample material from a survivor, procure it as well.” Izumi read the message and then a moment later it was deleted, like all messages that passed through the device. It was a security measure Simmons took to avoid being traced back to Choi Wong of Izumi.

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Derek found his way into a conscience store, filled with food and supplies. Even clothing. And thre was an old caset player playing a tape. Derek tried to smash it against a wall, but it was durable and strong. He threw it through the window into the street, but the damn thing still played. Why is this damn thing so stubborn?

Derek took out his knife to stab it, or remove its batteries, when the caset player ended its song, and there was a voice speaking now. "Well, I think that was a nice song. Now, I hope everyone is hungry, because I think it is time we had a festival! It will be a good end to the season. But what will the theme be this year?"

Derek was somewhat confused. Did the thing just start on its own? It also brought up some good memories of his parents, which only hurt him. "Anyways, we have tallied the votes. Today's festival theme will be...ZOMBIEFEST!!"

Derek immediately raised his bow, looking around. No fucking way this isn't a trap.

He spun a noisemaker around three times, to indicate possible danger.

"Today here, we have a band of survivors against a zombie hoard! Will humanity prevail? Or will the zombies increase in numbers!! Let's find out!"

Derek liked this less and less. He started to make his way back to them, but zombies were already pouring in. From everywhere. It's as if some stored the zombies in closets and just released them now. But whoever was behind this, was a complete psychopath. Derek started killing zombies, making his way back towards the group.

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Character Portrait: Jessica Matthews Character Portrait: Derek Reese Character Portrait: James Patterson Character Portrait: Izumi Tachikawa a.k.a Choi Wong Character Portrait: Luke Hitch Character Portrait: Arella Hawthorne

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As others came to help, a zombie came out of nowhere and tackled him, biting and knowing at him. Derek used his forearm to block it while he stabbed it in the eye. He put two more arrows into the zombies, to help Jess. That is when the voice appeared again, this time using some sort of speaker system to make it impossible to pinpoint the exact location.

"Well well well. Looks like the survivors are surviving, if only barely. How to make this more fun...oh, I know. I can offer you a drink!"

Just then, although Derek could not see from where, Molotovs seemingly fell from the sky. Now, while fire seemed like it was a good idea against zombies, it wasn't. Not unless it burned them quick enough. In fact, it only made zombies more dangerous, because it was impossible to fight a flaming zombie close up. You would get burned or set in fire.

Derek had to resort to his arrows to deal with them. But this psychopath attacking them all was only going to make things worse. There were too many zombies to deal with, however.

He felt like shit though. So many zombies, they couldn't just keep up the fighting. He put two more zombies down, but his muscles were starting to ache. We need to get out of here...

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Arella swore aloud when she was the Molotovs coming down on them.

"Who the frick has time to put together shit like this?!" she asked, jumping to the side to avoid one of the flaming bottles. The boy was taking them out the Zs with his arrows, but flaming corpses were much harder to deal with than the normal ones. She took up another iron bar and swung at an advancing Z. It fell, skull crushed, and she turned to the next one. Unfortunetly, this one was aflame, and she narrowly dodged having her hair scorched. "If we're going to survive this, we have to run, now!" she started off in the direction of one her favorite alleyways, but noticed that no one was following. They didn't trust her- and with good reason. She wouldn't trust a random person running down the street to keep her alive when there was potential loot to be had. "Look, if you want to live... You better keep up. You lot coming?"

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Yagami Asakusa, Darren Evans

"You know, Mummy told me not to talk to strangers...." The man sniggered sharply, 'greeting' Yagami with a smirk. "Do I look like I have company to you?" He explained, giving a gesture of the lack of living by moving his palm. "You know I have heard guys like you taking survivors as unwilling test subjects, why should I trust you? Huh?"

Yagami raised his eyebrow inquisitively. This man was strange indeed. Yagami listened as Darren commented via Yagami’s ear piece, “I told you some of the people you’ll encounter aren’t all there in the head Yagami. However ask him what he knows about these kidnappings and experiments he’ mentioned.”

“I understand your apprehension in trusting me. But what you said about people testing on survivors is news to me. No one has been allowed authorized entry into this country for about five years now. Proposition 54 was just passed yesterday. So anyone who’s entered this country between five years ago and yesterday, without authorization, is suspect. What have you heard regarding this, do you know anything more?” Yagami asked the man standing before him.

Darren pondered the situation further. It seemed that the missile attacks on United States that caused the Z-Virus outbreak might not have simply been an act of desperation by Terrorists but a preliminary to bio-chemical testing.


Izumi Tachikawa

There was so much going on. Izumi noticed a fragment of a zombie’s skull lying on the ground. In the heat of the moment he quickly placed the fragment on a small carry case for samples that he was to collect. Given that there was so much happening around them, no one would have noticed his quick movement to collect the fragment and conceal it, the others had their own problems to deal with.

Another young woman found herself stumbling into the mix. Izumi pointed his crossbow at the young lady only initially. One could never be too sure if what was coming at you was a zombie of not until proper inspection was given. When the young woman spoke saying, "It's okay. I'm nice!"

Izumi lifted his crossbow from being pointed at her and apologized. “Sorry about that. One can never be too careful wouldn’t you agree?” Izumi flashed the young woman a quick smirk. To most others, Izumi was like a cat, seemingly always displaying some sense of balance in a situation.

Izumi then heard the voice over the speaker sound once more. "Well well well. Looks like the survivors are surviving, if only barely. How to make this more fun...oh, I know. I can offer you a drink!" The voice rang out from many different directions.

Izumi frowned for the first time since touching down in the zombie infested land. “Someone’s definitely playing a sick and twisted game here.” He said. He knew Simmons hadn’t set something like this up. It was far too contrary to his style of doing things. Simmons would also never put Izumi in such a situation without having carefully planned things out with him. Whoever was behind this was becoming a high priority for investigation. Molotovs fell from the air as the zombies that remained continued to attack.

Izumi saw the young boy taking action and firing arrows at the zombies. “Isn’t he quick on his feet? I like that.” Izumi said quietly to himself. Izumi also began to fire at the burning zombies with cross bow bolts. Their numbers didn’t seem to decrease much. This wasn’t going to end well if they didn’t run.

"Who the frick has time to put together shit like this?!" the second young woman asked, jumping to the side to avoid one of the flaming bottles.

“One sick bastard.” Izumi replied as he took out a black handgun and fired shots at the burning zombies that attacked them. Izumi felt it was safe to use the gun now seeing that there was already so much noise about at the moment, it didn’t really make much of a difference to try to be silent or not.

"If we're going to survive this, we have to run, now!" she started off in the direction of one her favorite alleyways, but noticed that no one was following. "Look, if you want to live... You better keep up. You lot coming?" the brunette said to the group.

Izumi looked over in her direction, “You can count me in. I have no further intention to continue playing this lunatic’s game.” Izumi then turned to the others. “I think we’d benefit by sticking together with situations like this possibly occurring again. You’d be wise to make a run for it too.” Izumi then followed the young woman. He stopped to see if the others were following as well. He didn’t want to leave anyone behind.

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Character Portrait: Jessica Matthews Character Portrait: Derek Reese Character Portrait: James Patterson Character Portrait: Izumi Tachikawa a.k.a Choi Wong Character Portrait: Luke Hitch Character Portrait: Arella Hawthorne

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"Well well well. Looks like the survivors are surviving, if only barely. How to make this more fun...oh, I know. I can offer you a drink!" the voice shouted and Jessica's eyes widen as fire rained down on them . "Dammit all!" She barked as she ran through the burning zombies. She grabbed up Derek, he was beginning to look very weak. She toss him over her shoulder and started out the exit just as a brunette shouted out "Look, if you want to live... You better keep up. You lot coming?"

Jessica didn't need to be told twice as she followed the girl along. She ran as fast as she could before her legs gave out, thankfully she and Derek were a good ways away.
She set him down and caught her breath. "What in the good fuck was that all about?" She panted, " You okay, Dee?" She asked him, then signed it. He wasn't deaf, she knew that but with all the chaos that was going on, she wouldn't be surprised if he was now. She checked for bite marks and an other injuries. Nothing. Thank God.
"All Clear."


( this is gonna be short, I'm having a bit of writer's block._.)

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Character Portrait: Jessica Matthews Character Portrait: Derek Reese Character Portrait: James Patterson Character Portrait: Izumi Tachikawa a.k.a Choi Wong Character Portrait: Luke Hitch Character Portrait: Arella Hawthorne

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Derek, clear of zombies, continued to pick them off from afar, as well as retrieving several arrows he fired. However, he momentairily panicked when someone picked him up. Luckily he realized it was Jess before he kicked her in the face. However, he couldn't help but vomit a little. He was half upside down and moving. Not a good combo. He managed to not vomit on Jess at least though.

When she put him down, she checked herself for bitemarks. He looked around, to see if any zombies were present, but he couldn't see any. He put his knife away, and felt some pain in his arm. He extended it to look at it. There was blood on it. His blood. He was bitten. (Kinda what happens when you get swarmed by zombies. He isn't some super elite commando with armor. Oh well,time for backup character I guess. >.>)

He backed away from the rest of the group whether they had noticed or not. He quickly reached for his knife, but before he could he started convulsing.

He fell to the floor, convulsing and spazzing out of control. This was the second stage of the infection. The first was fatigue and muscle aches. The second stage was the spazzing, convulsing, and healing. It's why crippled people who were infected were able to walk and run so well. The spazzing and convulsing were just side affects of the rapid healing. It healed every part of your body before the second part of the virus activated.

(Taking a bit from what you wrote in Izumi's history for this part)

There were two parts of the virus. The first part, on it's own, was beneficial and helpful. It healed. The second part is the weapon. It turned people into monsters. However, the second part is useless without the first part. On its own, the second part of the virus can't spread from human to human. It was also far more likely to be rooted out and destroyed by common white blood cells, turning it from a 100% chance of infection to a 20% chance. And it would be unable to spread effectively.

And now came the third stage. Death. Derek was dead on the ground, lifeless. Sure, the virus would bring him back, but his heart would not beat, and his lungs would not take breath. And soon, the forth stage would come.

Derek shot up off the ground. And he took a breath. (Wait, wut? 'Baaane, you said he was dead!'. No. Go back and read. I said he got swarmed by zombies. Didn't say anything about death).

This was impossible. Derek was clearly infected. His wounds healed. He even died. He should be a zombie. But instead, he had come back to life. His wounds were healed. He was back to full health. Oddly enough, he still seemed to be unable to speak. But how? What made him so special that he was immune?

Simple. Genetics. He had a random part of his genetic code, that maybe five people total have in the world. This one random bit of genetic code, hidden in the junk DNA, made his body produce a very specific white blood cell. Now, this white blood cell was useless really. It didn't do anything. Or, at least it didn't used to. But when the virus was released, it's purpose was revealed. This particular white blood cell destroyed only the second part of the infection. The weapon. It made the virus what it was originally supposed to be. A way to heal others. The first time someone with this white blood cell would be infected, they would stay dead for about an hour. The next time, a few seconds. After that, it would just heal them, getting less painful each time.

Of course, no one knew this. It would be a surprise for them. But more importantly, Derek was immune. It made him the most valuable person of the group for several reasons. Being immune, he should be the one to enter buildings first and open the doors, because if he got bit, no problem. He wouldn't die. Hell, he would be healed. If you injected him with blood from a zombie, it would heal him.

Secondly, it made him valuable because he could be used to find a cure, or at least a vaccination. No more becoming infected. The humans could retake their cities, go deeper into compounds, go into more zombie infested areas. Of course, theoretically, it could also be used to find a way to control the zombies and effectively use them as a weapon. But that could only lead to abuse of power, tyranny, and suffering, because it would only take one man obsessed with greed or power to do this, and who wants that? No one good, that is for sure.

As Derek looked at everyone, only one thought raced through his mind. Why the fuck am I not dead?

(That was a big one. Whew)

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Character Portrait: Jessica Matthews Character Portrait: Derek Reese Character Portrait: James Patterson Character Portrait: Izumi Tachikawa a.k.a Choi Wong Character Portrait: Luke Hitch Character Portrait: Arella Hawthorne

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Jessica Matthews
Not Gonna Get Us- TaTu



ImageJessica watched in horror as Derek looked at his arm.

"no." She said, shaking her head. "no no no no no..." She said again and tears started streaming down her face. "Oh Dee, No..." She said as she moved toward him. He moved back and dropped them down to the ground, convulsing. She walked up to him, she was a nurse, she knew what she should do, in case of a seizure. She turned him on his side but then he went still. Too Still. Jessica let off a horrified scream as she dropped her head on his chest.

That was it, She was going to kill herself. She couldn't survive without Derek. He was her reason to continue but with him gone, there was no need.

She'd kill them both, She wouldn't let him turn. He didn't deserve that. She moved her head to the side of his, tears streaming down her face still. "I'm Sorry, Dee." She sobbed and grabbed her tanto, She would stab through her head and his, killing them both permanently. Just as she rose her hand, Derek popped up and Jessica rolled onto her back. Her eyes were wide.

"Dee?" She peeped. If he turned, she's still continued her trip to Hell but the look on his face was very alive and very Derek. She smiled through her tears and didn't give a damn how or why, she had her kid back. He was confused but she didn't care at this point.

"I don't know, Dee, I don't know, and I don't care!" She cried and pulled him into a hug and held him tight and sobbed in relief. "You almost left me, Kiddo..." She whimpered softly. "You scared me..." She said, so low that only he would hear.

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Character Portrait: Jessica Matthews Character Portrait: Derek Reese Character Portrait: James Patterson Character Portrait: Izumi Tachikawa a.k.a Choi Wong Character Portrait: Luke Hitch Character Portrait: Arella Hawthorne

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Arella watched as the boy sat back up, and the black-haired girl embraced him tightly. She was so sure that he had been bitten- and a bite meant death. But there he was, tears welling up in his eyes and looking very much alive. Everyone was gathering in a cluster, watching as the boy got to his feet. The relieved expression on his companion's face made Arella smile a little, but the loud groan of a zombie distracted her and she gripped the handle of the knife.

"The kid is fine, But if we don't keep moving, none of us will be alive for much longer." she started back down the alley, aware of the group as they followed. The Zs were coming, quickly, and her gaze lit upon a disused, but rather sturdy looking fire escape. "Let's get to high ground." She hoisted herself up onto a discarded crate and leapt for the ladder. She caught the very last rusted metal rung, and the ladder clanked as it descended. "Everyone, up, now!" she said, waving the rest of the group forward. Scooping up a large stone, she hurled it at an approaching Z, and the corpse fell back. The boy was the last up the ladder, and Arella managed a glance at his arm. There was a bite mark, clear as day, still bloody. It made no sense. By all accounts, the boy should already be a Z, undead and craving their flesh. But as he scrabbled up onto the first level after the others, his movements were fluid and alive, nothing like the jerky motions of the Zs amassing at the mouth of the alley. Arella pulled herself up onto the platform and started to haul the ladder back up into place.

"We can get through the building. There's an abandoned apartment next door that I know for sure is safe." She glanced at the window next to her. She couldn't see into the building past all of the grime and dirt, but she thought she could hear the shuffling of corpses inside. "There shouldn't be too many Zs in here... If we get past them, it's a straight shot next door." Arella looked at the group- everyone was ragged and looked exhausted, but they still had the flames of a fight burning in their eyes. "Do you think that we can do this?" She asked.

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Character Portrait: Jessica Matthews Character Portrait: Derek Reese Character Portrait: James Patterson Character Portrait: Izumi Tachikawa a.k.a Choi Wong Character Portrait: Luke Hitch Character Portrait: Arella Hawthorne

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Izumi Tachikawa

Izumi watched closely as it was discovered that Derek had been bitten. The dark haired young woman was in great distress as she should be. Anyone bitten by a zombie was fated to become one. But the boy’s symptoms were drastically different. He was showing signs of the vaccine that Izumi originally created before the virus was affixed to it. Izumi smiled as this boy had proven that there was indeed hope of counteracting the virus. Perhaps Izumi had a chance to make things right. But that all depended on protecting this child.

Another thought crossed Izumi’s mind, that was Simmons… If Simmons found out about Derek, he’d want to procure him and either test on him to create an even stronger and deadlier virus or kill the boy so that no one could produce a cure for it. Izumi realized that he needed to keep the kid safe but that wouldn’t be easy due to the boy’s obvious lack of trust in everyone but the dark haired woman. Izumi decided to keep this little miracle from Simmons’ attention for now. Who knows if there are other survivors that are similar to Derek’s case.

The Zombies poured into the ally and they needed an escape. As the others climbed up the fire escape Izumi grappled up to the top of the fire escape. The brunet informed the group that she knew of a safe place. However there was still a little fighting ahead before they reach said place. Izumi wasn’t so bad off from the last scuffle so he was alright to continue. “I’m fine to continue forward.” Izumi said with a quick smile. He turned toward Derek, “You’re one walking miracle if I’ve ever saw one young man. With blood like that running through you, you could be the answer to a lot of this insanity. However don’t think you can sail easy. Just because you can’t be turned doesn’t mean you can’t be killed. Just don’t become careless okay.” Izumi said to Derek gently as he smiled. Derek sparked a bit of hope in Izumi that he had not felt in some time.

Izumi also did not forget his other task and that was to test out another strand of the Z-virus on a few survivors. On him he carried a few syringes that held strands of the 2nd stage Z-Virus. These would turn any human into something far worse than any normal zombie. It would most likely be far more grotesque and deadly. Izumi himself didn’t know what exactly would happen. He really hated that he had to administer such a disgusting thing to anyone but his arm was still being twisted by his lover Fredrick Simmons. One thing Izumi decided was that he would not use the test formulas on the group he was traveling with and try his best to look after them. However anyone that tried to cross the group would find themselves a more suitable candidate for monster-hood.

Izumi pulled out his hand held computer and began typing a message. “It looks like someone is toying with the survivors in a very sick way here. We were set up and someone’s audible voice presented the situation via recording like a game show challenge. You didn’t have anything to do with this did you Simmons? If so, I might have to rebel a bit.” Izumi sent the message.

Simmons’ reply was prompt. “Unfortunately my love that was not of my doing so you must be extra careful from here on out. It seems other forces are at work here. Whoever set that up must be trying to run their own experiments on the survivors, the more bitten the easier it is to find an anomaly among them. Was anyone bitten in the group Izumi?” Simmons asked in the message.

Izumi thought for a second. Should he lie to Simmons or be honest and risk making Derek into a target? “No, everyone made it out without a scratch fortunately. Sorry Love.” Izumi opted to lie to Simmons about Derek’s bite.

“Alright. Remain as vigilant as always kitten. I shall make my appearance to the BCMO’s Canadian Headquarters and set up phase two. I love you Izumi.” The messages deleted promptly and Izumi continued onward with the group. Things would become more difficult than he originally figured they would it seems.

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Character Portrait: Jessica Matthews Character Portrait: Derek Reese Character Portrait: James Patterson Character Portrait: Izumi Tachikawa a.k.a Choi Wong Character Portrait: Luke Hitch Character Portrait: Arella Hawthorne

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Derek was at a loss for words still. Granted he couldn't speak still, which annoyed him, because everything else healed (even the slight pain in his foot he had been ignoring for the past week). However, Izumi was partially right. Derek could never be turned, by the virus or any of it's spin off strains. However, it did make it harder to kill him in a way. He can never die to zombies, not unless they completely devoured him. He could still die though to gunshots and what not, though if he was injected with infected blood soon enough after death, it could revive him. Derek wasn't immortal, but he had a far better hence then anyone else in the group. Seeing as how he did not have symbols for half the things he wanted to say, he took out his notebook, flipped to the last page, and wrote something, and showed it to them. "So apparently I am immune to the virus. In fact, it healed everything except my voice. So apparently the virus heals me. Now, can we get out of here before this guy tries to kill us again?"

The silence was soon broken again by the psycho. "What the...what the fuck! You got bit! You were infected! Why the fuck are you not dead?! You're supposed to be dead boy! You cheated! No one cheats in my competitions! No one fucking cheats me!! You know what happens to fucking cheaters?! They get eliminated!! Fucking cheater!!! You are getting eliminated!!"

Whoever this psychopath was, it seemed Derek's immunity drove him further insane. Derek took out his bow, and loaded an arrow. He wasn't able to get them all back from before however, so he only had 34 now. He could not see this guy, but he quickly realized they were out in the open on a roof, and he could attack from anywhere. We need to move, quickly...

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Character Portrait: Jessica Matthews Character Portrait: Derek Reese Character Portrait: James Patterson Character Portrait: Yagami Asakusa Character Portrait: Izumi Tachikawa a.k.a Choi Wong Character Portrait: Luke Hitch Character Portrait: Arella Hawthorne Character Portrait: Darren Evans

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Yagami Asakusa, Darren Evans


Yagami listened to the young man as they stood on the rooftop. This guy was somewhat strange. He should have taken Darren’s warning a bit more seriously. However he took it to heart now.

"Of course I don't trust you, you just wandered up to me with a formal creepy introduction and not even so much as a casual hello. You called me Sir for god’s sake. I don't care if this is your job you just make me want to vomit." Tyler explained to the Yagami with a growl. He then began to chew on a mint leaf he always kept in his back pocket.

"Are you saying that I should not trust anyone? Now that is talking some sense." Tyler chuckled darkly. "I have seen people be taken in white vans, and that is what passed friends told me they were doing with the victims. I don't know anything more and I never followed the vans. I don't know what is worse... being cut up and experimented on or being walking dead." The young man said.

"My name is Tyler Jackson. If I came with you, where would you take me?" Tyler asked.

Yagami replied. “Let me start over. Hi I’m Yagami Asakusa, you can call me Yagami. Nice to meet you Tyler. Thanks for the information you shared with me.” Yagami sighed and then looked up at Tyler. “It’s not that I’m saying you can’t trust anyone but simply be careful of anyone who says that they’ve entered the quarantine area during the time that it was closed off from the outside world. I’m here to find survivors like you rescue them. If you went with me, we would search around for others and then head to the extraction point where we’d be taken to the BCMO labs. There you’d be inspected for possible infection and then you’d be released in a program that helps to rebuild your life to normalcy. You shouldn’t worry about the virus inspection, I had gone through it myself when I escaped the bombings. It’s not so bad.”

The two began to head across the rooftops. As the two walked Yagami thought he had better explain the floating metal orb that followed him about. “Oh yeah, this small floating metal orb is a com device that allows my partner, Agent Darren Evans to see what’s going on around me and he communicates with me as well. So if I’m talking into my ear piece that’s what going on. So no need for alarm.” Yagami spotted another group of people a little ways away. They didn’t look like zombies but Yagami had not encountered the zombies since he escaped the US with Darren and Darren’s family five years ago. “It seems there are other survivors up ahead. Let’s meet up with them shall we.”

Yagami and Tyler caught up with the group and tried to flag their attention. However they heard a loud voice over some form of loud speaker. "What the...what the fuck! You got bit! You were infected! Why the fuck are you not dead?! You're supposed to be dead boy! You cheated! No one cheats in my competitions! No one fucking cheats me!! You know what happens to fucking cheaters?! They get eliminated!! Fucking cheater!!! You are getting eliminated!!"

Yagami was cautious and held his arm out in front of Tyler signaling that they shouldn’t approach any further until they scoped things out. “I don’t know who or what’s going on but it doesn’t sound like something we want to rush into blindly. Can you defend yourself well? We may be in for a fight Tyler.” Yagami said while scanning the situation before him. Yagami cocked his gun and prepared for trouble.

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Character Portrait: Jessica Matthews Character Portrait: Elliott Jay Harper Character Portrait: Derek Reese Character Portrait: James Patterson Character Portrait: Augustus Taylor Character Portrait: Tyler Jackson Character Portrait: Juniper 'Juni' Harper Character Portrait: Kase Black Character Portrait: Yagami Asakusa Character Portrait: Izumi Tachikawa a.k.a Choi Wong Character Portrait: Luke Hitch Character Portrait: Jane Levy Character Portrait: Audrey Scott Character Portrait: Casey Sinclair Character Portrait: Arella Hawthorne Character Portrait: Darren Evans

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