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located in Malibu, California, a part of Zombies Ahead, one of the many universes on RPG.

Malibu, California

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Character Portrait: Marcus Brighton Character Portrait: Samantha Williams Character Portrait: Angel Taylor
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Even over the howling of the group following him, Marcus could hear his heart thumping. It was partly from exertion - his mouth was dry, sweat dripped from his brow and stung his eyes, his lungs were ragged - and partly out of fear for Angel and Sam. He should be with his baby, as he hadn't been all these years, not running in the opposite direction. It was all he could do not to charge back to Angel, make sure she was okay, that none of those things had grabbed her, his little girl - no matter how grown-up or how sullen she could be. The rational part of his mind just about won out, and he skipped back another few steps, banging his crowbar on the highway barrier so the horde of Walkers would stay focussed on him.

But he had a problem. The big one on this side of the barrier was much closer to him than the group in the ditch. Its longer stride, and the smoother road surface meant it had outpaced the others, and if they lost sight of him, they might turn back to Angel and Sam. There was only one thing for it, but its long reach - Marcus guessed this one was a good eight inches taller than him - posed a significant danger. If his swing his one of those long arms, Marcus could be grabbed and pulled in and bitten, either to be torn apart on the blacktop, or to succumb slowly to the poison in his veins, and rise again to hunt the living, even... even to hunt down his own daughter, his own flesh and blood...

A clang from the barrier brought Marcus back to his sense. He shoved such morbid thoughts out of his mind and scanned the cars further down the road. First and foremost, they appeared empty of any surprises. Then he spied what he was looking for.

Leaning against the highway barrier, Marcus shouted and rattled his crowbar, making as much noise as possible, drawing on the group in the ditch. He let the Walker on the road get within two feet of him, then ducked under its outstretched arms and vaulted onto the hood of a jeep abandoned in the traffic. He gripped the crowbar by the curved end in two hands and raised it above his head as the big Walker shuffled near. An animalistic roar burst out of him as he swung down and split its skull, and he had to brace his foot on its slumped shoulder to pull the crowbar free.

By now, the group behind the barrier appeared to have caught up with him. From his vantage point on the jeep, looked beyond them, and could see no stragglers. But he couldn't see Angel or Sam further up the road either, so that was no guarantee of their safety. He could only hope the noise he and the group of Walkers were making was drawing any danger away from them. Then, just before he jumped down, far-off movement caught his eye. Marcus glanced behind him to the off-ramp. His route off the highway and back round to the jeep was swarming with undead.