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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: Avalon Lynell Goldwin Character Portrait: Jericho Winters
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A thud, a groan and a crash.

Those were the sounds that were heard after Jericho had managed to fall through an open manhole. Now Jericho isn't your average grunt, he is one of the best and falling through a manhole was not something an ex-Airborne Ranger or current Legion Merc would do. But with all the carnage on the streets above him a blanket or shirt or whatever the heck it was had been laid above the manhole just right and made the ground appear flat. What remained of his squad and the VIP were still above when he heard a crash and without warning the manhole was covered.

Luckily when Jericho hit the bottom of the sewer he somehow landed softly in the muck. After a few seconds of trying to realize what had just happened Jericho stood up and pulled out his 1911 and switched on the Surefire light attached to the rail. A bright 180 lumen light flooded the dark corridor and revealed anything that was once hidden in the cover of darkness. He aimed his Springfield from wall to wall to properly secure the area. Once Jericho felt it was safe using his left hand he clicked on his radio while still sweeping the corridor with the pistol in his right.
"Frostbite to Spartan, how copy?" Jericho paused, no answer. "Frostbite to Irish, how copy?" He paused again, nothing. "Frostbite to Iceman, anyone. Please respond!" The only response Jericho got was static. Jericho was not the type to swear, most would make fun of him for that but he was too intimidating for anyone to really say anything, but he did say "damn."

Jericho started to rethink of what he and his squad had planned. Head to the airport. That was it, they were going to man a specialized UH-60 Blackhawk and move to some island fortress out in the Pacific. He figured his squad would proceed to the airport so Jericho thought it would be best to keep moving in that direction. He glanced at his compass and found north. He proceeded to walk in the direction he confirmed was north. Slowly moving forward with his pistol drawn and at the ready he looked for any doors or ladders to get the hell out. After a few hundred yards he found a door to his left. Jericho opened the door with his left hand while his right aimed forward. He found another corridor but this one had lights hanging from the edges of the walls, "must be a maintenance entrance from a building" he thought to himself. Jericho proceeded forward hopeful to get out of the darkness and the stench. After a good 30 yards he reached the end of the hall, Jericho opened the door carefully once again and found a body slumped on a wall near the right of the door. This poor guy had probably been dead for at least three hours judging by the smell and lack of heat. He must have been trying to get out but why stop at the entry to the sewers?

Suddenly the poor guy grabbed for Jericho's right leg. Instinctively Jericho swung his left leg and kicked the sleeper in the head. The force knocked the creature a few feet but it was still groaning and moaning. Jericho aimed his .45 at the thing's head, after wasted ammo he figured out these... things could only be stopped by a gunshot to the head. He stopped and holstered the 1911 and instead pulled his tomahawk from its sheath. He'd rather get the thing silently than attract any in the building. The sleeper crawled towards him as Jericho waited, as the thing felt like it was in range of biting Jericho it tried to grab his leg again but this time Jericho reeled back his right arm and let loose one strike at the sleeper's head with the piercing side of the tomahawk. Its arms dropped and it stopped moaning. Pulling it out of the now dead creature he wiped the piercing end on the sleeper's white shirt. Scanning the room for more Jericho cautiously moved towards the next door.

He opened the door, tomahawk in hand, and found stairs. Jericho climbed the stairs and found himself in a hallway with a door to his right and a windowed door to his left. He moved towards the left door and looked out the window. He found that he was in a store, a small market type one. There was no movement or bodies so he opened this door and proceeded towards the exit. He finally found his way back out to the streets but he had no clue as to where he was. New York is a bloody maze of concrete and Jericho could not recognize any landmarks.

But he did see a blue haired walking tank 40 meters away towards a different direction. Jericho had thought walking talk cause this girl had a bow, a shotgun, a bat and what seemed like two handguns. Not wanting to startle this girl and get shot he grabbed the pistol grip of his very expensive ACR but kept it aimed down to show he wasn't a threat. He could still bring it up and fire if she was a threat though.

He tried whistling to get her attention.