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Jessica Matthews

"I want to live, Not just survive."

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

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The Diary of Jessica Matthews, Entry 1

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Hi, I guess. My name is Jessica Matthews. My friends call me Jess. I'm 22 years old and I used to be a singer. Well, trying to be anyway before the world ended 5 years ago. I guess I'll start from the beginning.

I was raised by my grandmother. My parents were in the military and they didn't want me to move around constantly so they sent me away to live in the States with her. My Dad's African American, My Mom's Japanese.

Things were pretty much uninteresting until I was about 16, when I found out my Grandmother was a practitioner of Voodooism, a High Priestess to be exact. Now, it's not as mystic as you think. No crazy witch doctors or smokes or crazy shit like that. It's basically home remedies for just about everything. If there were spells she never told me. I do know medicinal herbs and things like that but that's it, she would always tell me crazy ass things about voodooism and what not and I didn't believe any of it until recently and in a second you'll understand why.

She would say, anytime she saw something bad on the news or something like that. "When there is no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the Earth."
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Now Imagine my surprise when the dead DID walk

All these years, I thought she was batshit crazy but she was right. I mean, sure Science has alot to say about it but still, alot of people died at once.

I remember being home with my grandmother when the virus took her. I was holding her hand when she died and still holding on when she woke up.
My grandmother was already on her last leg so imagine an 80 year old woman, who couldn't walk more then a few feet, came lunging at me like a goddamn bobcat.
From then on, I've been surviving.
You may be wondering what happened to dear ol' gramma? Well, let's just say, Her skull met with an aluminum bat a few times.

It was not fun, It was not easy and I cried for days, in the house with her body.

I packed up, and tried to find a safe place to stay. I find a few provisions here and there and right now I'm hiding in an old foreclosed house, writing this shit by candle light.

I don't know how many are left, if any. I haven't seen or heard from live human being in the three years since this shit started. I seriously hope I'm not the last one. I'd have to kill myself and frankly...That would suck."

So begins...

Jessica Matthews's Story

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Jessica Matthews
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As usual, Jessica woke up at the crack of dawn, her brown brow slick with sweat, her black hair sticking to the side of her head and her breathing laboured.

The dreams again...nightmares rather.

It’s been the same damn one for the past three years...

Zombies coming from left and right, swarming poor Derek. She always awoke just before Derek is torn apart.

At once, she thought might force the dream to change but lost her nerve and couldn’t watch anymore. She’d be damned if anything happened to Derek, she loved that kid to death. Literally. She could honestly say if it weren’t for him, she’d would have killed herself years ago.

With him, she had something to fight for, something to keep her pushing on and hope that one day, they’d find a place where they could live. Not just survive.
With that, she rose from the small cot that she’d created for her and Derek, gingerly slipped out of bed and looked out from the building she and Derek emptied out.
There were a few zombies inside when they first arrive but with a little elbow grease, they cleared it and found that place was fairly suitable...at least until they started migrating again.
They've been doing a lot of that lately. The Zombies, groups of them migrating, Jess and Derek had to move a few times because of this fact. It was a real pain in the ass but they had to survive right?

Jessica looked around the mess of the city. She couldn’t even be sure where they were anymore. It was hot and dry so she assumed they were in the southwest. It was kinda windy today and the wind brought a chill to her bare arms. All she wore now was a plain tank top and some army cargo pants.

She sighed and decided it was time for breakfast, they were running low on rations and they’d have to be moving soon.
They could at least spend one more day with this little slice of peace.

She walked over to Derek’s cot and lightly tapped his shoulder three times. It meant everything was safe, so he wouldn’t wake up with a start. “Hey Bud, It’s morning.” She said softly with a smile.

She didn’t expect a word. Derek never spoken, not in the three years that she knew him, not a word. She didn’t know if he couldn’t or wouldn’t. It didn’t matter, she’d learn to read his expressions pretty well and he could communicate with her without any difficulty. Though, honestly she would have been glad for a two way conversation every once in a while.

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Hey Boy-O. We are going to have some fun with you. Why don't you scream?

Derek woke up groggy. He had slept too long probably. Jess was not the only one who had nightmares. His sheets had actually been kicked off of his bed. That happened most nights. Derek looked over to her. "Good Morning" He had created his own pattern for Good Morning, A fist rising and then a Thumbs up. A fist lowering would be "goodnight".

He looked over to the window, and for a brief moment remembered his old room. His parents.

He shook that thought away, and started to muster himself out of bed. Even though he had slept, he still felt tired. Probably from the nightmares. He looked at Jess, making sure she was still alive. She was the only family he had left, and he would be damned before he let her die.

He pointed at his stomach. A fairly easy request to read, he was hungry. He wasn't stupid either. He knew they would have to leave soon. He knew that things were getting tight. He walked over to the window.

We need to find someplace safe...

However, a slight noise made him panic, take out his bow while simultaneously drawing an arrow in it. But it was just a cat. Derek looked over to Jess, using a complicated series of his own sign language to ask "How did that thing survive?"

It was a white cat too. Derek undrew the Arrow, and started to relax again.

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Jessica smiled as Derek signed good morning. She signed back, with a high fist and a thumbs up.

She actually really liked his sign language. She'd learned to sign herself so they could communicate without a word. Honestly, if there were people left, she'd be the only one to understand it. Not that she minded. It was almost like she and Derek had a special little bond.
Maybe this is what it's like to have a son? she always thought.

He clambered out of bed and pointed to his stomach. "I know kiddo," She said. She was too, hungry. She rarely ate so that he could have enough, they were living off of dried foods. Anything cooked would draw the Zombies.

They followed the three S's
Sight, Sound, Smell.

If they can't see you, smell you or hear you, you're safe. Cooked food, would attracted them,then they'd have to steathfully high tail it out of there.


Jess ran her hand through her hair and sighed as Derek walked over to the window. She shuffled through her violin case. Inside sat a beautifully crafted midnight black violin, some rosen and on the lid, held a horse hair bow. She'd modified this case so it doubled as a Medical Kit and storage unit. It had small vials of liquids, dried herbs and such as well as compartments for small food bags, such as trail mix and dried fruit. She heard the string of his bow and turned with the tanto that was always on her hip, drawn. She watched as a white cat dart passed. She almost laugh.

Derek looked at her, asking her how it survive.

"Yea-ah, I got nothing." She said with a crooked smirk. The virus didn't directly effect animals, so long as it hadn't gotten infected with human blood. If they were to have bitten or scratched a zombie , They could carry the virus but they were otherwis uneffected.
If they died and stayed dead, unlike humans. Even if you died of other means, you still get up...

"Keep your distance okay, Dee? It could be a carrier." She told him though she didn't need to tell him anything twice.

She looked the case and found some dried mangoes and a can of SpaghettiO's. She couldn't believe when she found this. She tore those up as a kid...even as a adult too.

They were just too good, even cold. She grabbed a can opener.

"C'mon, Bud. Time for some grub."She said with a smile but sighed.

They'd only had enough for a few days, a week if she didn't eat, which she could manage. She didn't want him to go hungry. EVER.

"Hey, Bud. We're running low, we're gonna have to go scavenging again...We may not be able to stick around..." She told him, sadly. Honestly, it broke her heart to have to leave. It was rather quiet, a few passing zombies but nothing Quickdraw couldn't handle from a distance. If they had enough food, they could have stayed here...she'd be sad to see it go.

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Character Portrait: Jessica Matthews Character Portrait: Derek Reese

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Derek heard her perfectly fine, and she could be right. Still, could be worse. It could be a black cat.

Derek decided to take another look around before they went scavenging. He got his shoes and got dressed, taking his bow and arrows, and a combat knife. He left to check the rest of the building. He found a broken picture on a desk, of a family. A father, mother, son, and daughter. He threw the picture into the air, and quickly shot it with an arrow.

Even after all those years, he still held his hatred. It took something to remind him now, like a picture of a family, or a child's bedroom (He would always sleep in the adult bedroom or on a couch, because a child's bedroom was too similar to his old one). However, Derek tried not to sleep in the same bed as Jessica if he could help it. He trashed about when he had nightmares, and sometimes they could get really bad. Plus, he always had nightmares when he slept. Or really, the same nightmare. One he can remember perfectly.

I wake up, tied to the bed. I try to scream, but I have no voice. There are three men in the room, all looking at me. They have taken everything off of me, and I hear more stealing what is left. One of them walks up to me and says "Your parents abandoned you. Left you to be buried by us. But you are not dead. Oh no. If you died, we could not see you suffer. You see, we warned the world. But you are a perfect example of how they could have been ready but weren't. So we will leave you to be with the dead".

A female voice came from the second one. "Understand, everything we did...you thought it was love".

The man and woman pulled off their masks, and they were my parents. I cried, and screamed as my mother gave me a kiss, and then it's about this time I wake up...


Derek hated his nightmares. They made no sense. Wanting to think about something else, Derek went back to Jessica, and gave her a thumbs up to signify that he is ready. His face was somewhat pale, but nightmares can do that. He left the building, bow out and arrow loaded. Any zombie he saw would fall.

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

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

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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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"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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Image Jessica walked through the store, filled with supplies, shaking her head. It was a trap and she and Derek walked right into it. The music stopped and was replaced by a voice. She couldn't quite make out what it was saying but she didn't really care. She needed to find Derek, that was her whole goal at this point. Nothing else mattered. Then she heard it.

The noisemaker.

“Shit.” Jessica moved faster toward the sound but froze when she heard a voice say "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!"

Suddenly, A horde of them came pouring in. Someone had a serious Hunger Games fantasy...
Jessica grabbed her bat and swung on zombies left and right.
Honestly, they didn't really stand a chance, if they were gonna face them head on. They had one option...

Run.

She scanned for Derek and was relived when she finally spotted him. She started after him, only to get violently snatched backwards and landed hard on her back. She looked up to see at least seven of them, snapping at her. She kicked and swung as hard as she could, she knocked out a good majority of them but she was getting tired, she really needed a gun at this point but she didn't believe they'd work too well because they'd only attract more...she was doomed. “ RUN DEREK!”

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Derek had started to run, but then he saw Jess being overwhelmed by zombies. She was the one person he felt he could trust, and he was not going to lose her. He took out his bow, and started firing arrows to clear a path between her and him. However, this let other zombies from other sides to start getting closet to him. A zombie lunged toward him, but he quickly took out a knife and pierced his skull with it, letting the zombie use most of its own force to kill it.

However, they were closing in on him too. He wanted to yell for help, but he was a mute. He really needed to fix that, somehow.

Two zombies came at him again, he put an arrow into one of them, and a knife in the other. But he was getting tired. Derek was more of a "bursts of energy" person. He regained energy really quickly, but he wasn't that good with long term combat most of the time.

That is when a zombie grabbed him from behind, and tried to bite him. He stabbed it in the head and pushed away, creating a tear in his shirt. This was my favorite shirt, too. Well, out of the three I have...

He shot two more zombies in the head, finally clearing a path in between him and Jess. However, three zombies came at him from behind, trying to bite and kill him. He fought them back, trying to push away, but it was three verses one, even if they didn't really have any muscle. A child zombie came out of nowhere as well, going after him low.

Derek needed help. He stabbed one of the zombies attacking him, but he seriously needed help.

He hoped that those people they met were as good as they seemed.

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Izumi Tachikawa

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Izumi put away his com-device and proceeded to head after the young woman and little boy. The sound of the music they had heard grew louder which also meant that trouble wouldn’t be far behind as well. The music suddenly halted and a what sounded like a voice recording began to play. "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!"

Izumi froze in place for a moment. “Hmm… it seems Simmons isn’t the only one playing games around here. There must be another string puller about as well.” Izumi rolled his eyes and sighed. “You always drag me into the worst situations simmons.” He muttered to himself.

Izumi sprinted toward the commotion inside the deserted shop. There he found the young woman and the boy he heard referred to as Dee being overtaken by the infected. “I can’t go letting this sort of thing happen to them now can I?” He said to himself. He shot a few crossbow arrows at a couple of the zombies that held Dee down. Both arrows pierced through two zombies heads causing them to burst open due to the sheer force of the shots. The child zombie remained attempting to attack the boy. Izumi used his grappling hook to hook itself around the neck of the child zombie and he reeled it toward him. Once the zombie lay on its back at Izumi’s feet he stomped the head open with his boot.

“Well that’s another notch on my list of first time moments. Stomping open a child zombie head…” Izumi cringed a little. It was now time to help the young lady. Izumi fired a well-placed arrow into the chest of one of the attacking zombies and it was impaled, stuck to a wall. Before Izumi could help the young woman any further he was rushed from the right side by a rather large zombie. This man must have been a hulk of a man while alive and he was no exception in the undead state. Izumi struggled with the zombie and the undead man eventually managed to tackle Izumi down. Izumi was able to hold him off from mauling him but this could go on for much longer. He snatched an arrow from his quiver and impaled the zombie’s throat with it. Izumi was able to kick the zombie of of him and in a few seconds the arrow detonated. Causing the zombie’s head to explode. Izumi quickly climbed to his feet. Who knew if there were more.

“You two! We had better make tracks or else this well become seriously aesthetically unappealing!” Izumi said in a voice still calm and only slightly under a yell.

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The stupidity of others almost made Arella ashamed to be human. She had followed the noise and discovered a band of survivors, like her. Still... Trust was a rare commodity, and all of them seemed to be armed. One even had a bow, something that her little dagger would stand a snowball's chance in Hell against. So instead of marching up and introducing herself, like the well-dressed one had, she kept back, watching them from the cover of a nearby building. Of course, when the little kid wandered towards the store, she had to resist the urge to shout. That much food, out in the open like that... It was strange. And the strange was not to be trusted.

As usual, she was right. The store was a trap, though Arella couldn't help but wonder who had the time to set something like that up with all the Zs around. As much as she wanted to help (The poor people were out numbered) she knew that blindly rushing in during an attack was a surefire way to get killed. If one of them mistook her for a Z, she would be dead before she could say "hi". So she did what she did best- she stayed still and waited. But there was just so much food in that store... And you could never have enough. Not to mention that there was a packet of sugar wafers on one of the shelves. God, how long had it been since she's had one of those? As the fight raged on, Arella crept closer, ducking behind several upturned trashcans and wincing as several rats scurried away into the street. But no one seemed to notice.

"You two! We had better make tracks, or else this will become seriously aesthetically unpleasing!" The well-dressed one shouted. Now that she was closer, Arella could see that he was Korean, or something like that. Being politically correct had been dropped to the bottom of her priorities list once the dead began to walk. She moved closer, but at that moment a Z appeared from a nearby ally, it's mouth open and its rotting arms extending towards her. She shrieked and rolled away as it grabbed at her, managing to grasp the back of her jacket. Drawing her knife, she sliced off several of its fingers and wormed away. There was an iron bar on the ground next to her, and she grabbed it, swinging it at the Z's head. It faltered, and she struck again, stopping only when the corpse fell to the ground, unmoving.

"Frickin' Z." She cursed. Standing up straight, she dropped the bar, then turned. Everyone's eyes were on her, and the boy had his crossbow directed at her face. Quickly, she sheathed her knife, held up her hands in a gesture of surrender, and said the only thing that came to her mind.

"It's okay. I'm nice!"

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James had stood a little ways off with Uncle Luke, not really paying attention. It was something he was doing more and more now and he knew it was foolish. If he spaced out and a zombie attacked him, he was dead or worse, infected. Nonetheless, he snapped out of it when he heard the radio in the distance and the telltale groan of the zombies.

"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!"

"Fucking assholes!" he cursed, recognized the radio. What kind of sick bastard set up these traps anyway? He did not know, but it was a sad fact of life that although the zombies ended civilization, some humans were worse. He gripped his bat in one hand and held his pistol in another as he rushed over to the commotion. It seemed that the group had taken care of most of them and were unharmed, which was a relief. There was even a new girl. He raised an eyebrow, but before he cold say anything, another one rushed behind her back and he fired his pistol at its ankle, making it stumble before swinging his bat, breaking its neck.

"We need to leave. Now," he said shortly. He glanced at the new girl but said nothing. Introductions cold wait for later.

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(poke? Just tagging those who, as far as I can tell, need to post the most right now)

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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?"