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Modern-day zombie apocalypse.

A post-apocalyptic New York City, wrecked by the enigmatic virus that has swept the nation and brought the recently dead and deceased back to life.

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Character Portrait: Owen James Calley Character Portrait: Nyx Goldwin
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Nyx watched as the figure tried to run first, but was stopped up short by a fence. She let a tiny smile hit her lips. It was selfish to be happy that he was trapped, but for fucks sake, she'd just saved his life and all he did was run. Then he turned back to her, cringing from the sound of her decent and swore straight at her. Okay, so she'd made noise, but what was she supposed to do? Stay on the roof the rest of her life? She'd wanted- no, needed to find out who's ass she'd just saved and fast. It's not like she could have just dashed back down all the stairs of the building and caught him.

"Fuck! Fucking RUN!" His panicked, words pulled Nyx from her thoughts and made her focus. What was that sound? Running feet. Dammit! She'd alerted a horde of runners. God damn, could she do anything right? Rolling her eyes, she turned to face the opening of the ally. The horde was already rounding the corner and the guy she'd rescued was making his escape at the other end, over the fence. He seemed to have picked the only way out, and there were to many to stand here and pick them off. The guy had just left her to them. She couldn't handle them all on her own with a pistol. If she had more time, she could unpack one of her other guns and probably take them with an automatic, but the first few were already reaching the dumpster she stood on, climbing their way up. Shit!

Without another moment's hesitation, Nyx pointed her gun down at the clawing hands of the runners, shooting three in the eye and one in the forehead before backing up, taking a running start, and leaping clear over their heads. She landed with a thud on the other side of them and rolled into a crouched position. It took the pack a second to realize what had happened to their prey, but by time the first one had turned, she was already racing towards the fence at the end of the alley. Runners may be quick in a chase, but they were slow climbers. If she could just get over the fence, she could shoot the rest of them down from the other side.

As she approached the fence, she found the retreating figure of whoever she'd saved, already sprinting away. Okay. Now to get over the fence. Quickly, Nyx latched herself on, adrenaline pulsing in her veins as a hand reached up towards her feet, propelling her forwards. At the top, she swiveled and threw her bag to the ground on the other side, leaping down beside it.

"Omph!" She groaned and sat up. The runners just reaching the fence. Time to get shooting. Get her ammo out. The first runner latched on the fence. Reload her gun. Two, three, four runners on the fence. Hand shaking, Nyx stood and threw her pack on her shoulder, ready to run incase one managed to make it over. She lowered her gun and aimed carefully. One, two, three runners down. Four, fix, six runners down. Fifteen down and none over yet. Reload.

Big mistake. In the time it took her to reload, the final five runners made it over the fence and dashed towards her. Trying not to scream, Nyx turned on her heel and sprinted full force down the alley, the five runners practically breathing down her neck. Had the guy she saved gotten away? How the hell was she going to get time to turn and kill these final five? As she run, Nyx kicked down trash cans and rolled dumpsters in the way of the five runners, trying to buy time before the inevitable happened.