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located in Maryland, USA, a part of Perseverance: The Contagion, one of the many universes on RPG.

Maryland, USA

Where the bay laps hungrily at the docks, the hills roll for miles and the town is silent aside from the gurgling groans of the undead.

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Character Portrait: Tara Felicity Brown Character Portrait: Aaron McCullough Character Portrait: Micah Kent Character Portrait: Andre Rollins Character Portrait: Benny Vega Character Portrait: William Moon
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Andre Rollins

Never a patron of soft play, Andre had stolen a kiss from Benny before setting her down softly in the pallid sand. Prior to breaking the kiss completely, he laid his mouth into hers, his teeth tugging at her lip. Clement, slow bullshit never was his gag. Invigorated completely by the interaction, he couldn't help but want more. It had been months since he'd so much as touched a female let alone spoken to one who requited his humor and edge. Benny was a godsend in a faithless world.

But…

He had to admit to himself there was something inapposite about Benny. Under the tawny skin, the cocky smile, the swaying of her hips and her sharp tongue - there was something fearsome yet majestic. Andre noted it in the way she would pause, staring into the distance as if someone were calling to her but it was always in the midst of stillness. In those fawn eyes lived something terrible that she hadn't yet disclosed. This came as no surprise to Andre, though; he was sure she witnessed her fair share of horrors. Not to say it didn't bother him a little bit, but he was by no means going to pursue figuring out just what was going on inside of that head of hers.

The way she shrieked and threw her head back to laugh elucidated everything Andre missed about his conventional past and the 'old world'. Had it been back to normal and the way things were, the shoreline would be packed with eager kids and fine ass girls just short of graduating high school, flaunting their new swimsuits and trawling a crowd of salivating young men. Engine noise from town would be vinegary and calming despite the ruckus. Hell, at this point, Andre would welcome the sounds of civilization that were otherwise irritating just seven months ago. His hazel eyes threw a glance along the bayfront that was littered with asymmetrical reanimated remains. The structure of his jaw bone wavered as he grimaced slightly, a small expression of his longingness for what used to be - what was and never would be again.

"Good thing you didn't…" Benny's playful tone disintegrated Andre's agonizing sentimentality. "Because if you did, I'd have to bust a cap in your ass." She replied hotly but with pleasant jokingness, holding her rifle. Somehow Andre couldn't doubt that she'd blow him away if he made one, just one bad decision on her watch.

Veiling his uncertainty about the Cuban girl, he grinned and jogged back to the ATV with mock enthusiasm about being her footman, "I'd smack you upside that pretty ass face before you ever raised that shit to me." He sat heavily onto the fourwheeler, elbowing the nose of the rifle carelessly. Venturesome and inexplicable, Andre wasn't the type to expose his vulnerability knowingly. He'd continue toying with Benny to sidestep what was brewing in the hind quarters of his mind. He was positive that Benny used the same method to keep her thoughts preoccupied.

"Oh chauffeur, I'm waiting!"

Her words ricocheted in his head. Gassing up the quad, it lurched forward unexpectedly. Benny's body, forced by gravity, pummeled against his back. Smirking over his shoulder, he replied, "You gonna' fall off or something?"

He let a small chuckle make its way past his bobbing Adam's apple as he pulled the fourwheeler away from the shore and onto the grassier terrain for less opposition. Treading through the sod was a lot smoother than the dunes but somehow more treacherous as he couldn't make out what lay beyond the turf as clearly. He was relieved once the recreational vehicle rolled past the outer limits of the town but that consolation, shortly thereafter, was punctually shattered.

"Shit," he mumbled at the sight. It wasn't like Andre was shocked to see the bayside village besieged by undead slobs, but it didn't get any easier to face. Sure he had the pistol - but he wasn't keen on using it no matter the swift expedience of it. Killing the engine in the backside of an alley, he surveyed their surroundings. To his left was a rickety pull-down ladder, straight ahead was Main Street, and to his right were the back doors of what could have easily been a kitchen or a laundromat(both of which were more than likely a squatting area for amblers, screamers and crawlers alike). Either way, he wasn't too excited about gambling. Nudging Benny, he pointed towards the ladder.

A rough hand grabbed at it, attempting to pull it down quietly. The tackle of the contraption squealed and gave way. Andre didn't even need to look down the alley to know more than a few hungry savage's whipped their head in the direction of the noise. Ladies always came first but… There wasn't much time.


Tara Brown

Somehow her mind filed Aaron's reaction to her wrenching under utter disgust, which in all honesty wouldn't take a brain surgeon. However, in Tara's condition, she was finding it beyond hellish just to make out the blurred notions of what was going on. Pale blue eyes, one duly clouded, began to lethargically open and close to the rhythm of her decreasing reaction speed.

"…Just don't shoot her."

This emitted a guttural groan from the seemingly moribund teen. With bound wrists she reached towards the driver seat as if to pull herself up, but to no avail. Her regular weight, generally no issue, felt like a thousand pounds. There was no leverage to be had, there was no way she could hold herself up. Instead she sunk back into the hind quarters of the vehicle, flickering masses shrouding her vision. "Sorry." She managed to sputter through pants and puffs, the apology only directed towards Micah. How she was tarrying in the living world and even remotely able to form words, she wasn't sure. Harrowing pain wreaked havoc on her soma and the procession of thoughts was more than she could likely bear. I just want to give up. Had she been more compos mentis, she may have even cried.

Finger tips, cool against the throbbing hot skin of her face, brushed some hair away from view as she looked up. The familiar mug that her right eye was focusing in on made her crack a grin, "Tanto." There was more she wanted to say, to speak up into those sapphire eyes that looked down at her with unbelievable compassion, but beyond troubled was her encephalon as it was blitzed by malady; it simply couldn't manage. It shut down her consciousness and let her pass into blackout, her eyes shutting. She was completely lost to responsiveness and even sensation as she was hauled away in pliant material.

When movement ceased, she rolled over and gasped. Torment seized her bones; her ribs felt like they were closing in on her organs. Without a moment of hesitation, she shrieked in pain, triggering recognition in her brain from the noise. She sounded like one of them. That alone quickly silenced her.

"Oh God," she rasped, "I wouldn't have rushed. It was the screamer, you know? Usually I wouldn't…" The girl tensed and relaxed, a train of unusual gesticulation, "Mr. Andrews is a fucking mess. Do you think - the whole town? Well Aaron can bum me a cigarette later." Her lungs crepitated and wheezed as she tried to maintain oxygen flow in between scattered pieces of verbalized recollections, "It changes everything. You know; Will, you're not so bad. You can stick around."

Her mind was thrown into oblivion, strewn with 'this' and 'that's, the uproar of trauma and suffering and more. Nostalgia claimed segments of her while affliction asserted ownership to the rest. Painful coughs suppurated from her frail windpipe, spattering the tarp with blood. If she could preside over all of the torment, she'd explain exactly how she felt in graphic detail. Every bit of her biological structure seemed to be failing and crumbling. With her eyes still closed, she sighed like a student bored with history class.

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