Post #2572325 in TO LIVE ANOTHER DAY, a roleplay on RPG

~ Willow Haven ~

She had a feeling he would say that. But being the stubborn woman she was Willow simply took it as is. She didn't want a team with her, two people was enough but with the whole group there were too many possibilities for mistakes. She was a smart woman and had calculated and thought over very possibility. She knew asking Shaw was a long shot, even back when the safe zone was Sick free he was always withdrawn. She knew he didn't trust her but the thing was she didn't trust him neither. But she knew her plan would work and it would work with him or not. She just calculated that with an extra person she could bring back more supplies. They needed to get out of the city as soon as possible and with what little supplies they had a journey to anywhere would be difficult. So with a stern stance she stood her ground and didn't follow after Shaw but instead turned the other way. The abandoned safe zone was only a few miles away and if she could find a vehicle dealership on the way maybe she can jerry rig something that could last her the trip. Of course she would have to find a way to get gas. You would think it would be easy with all the abandoned car's but gas in vehicle's tanks will break down in time or go old. But the military had vehicle's so they most have stored up and put fuel stabilizer in it to keep it fresh. That gives her the possible of actually getting a military van, which could help her carry more supplies. The plan sounded easy enough but to actually execute it perfectly she would have to rely on stealth and the fact that the Sick were at the moment dormant. What the general public didn't know was that the Sick weren't dead, well at least not their bodies. While the mind could never be restored the host's body is very much alive, the fungus the clung inside and out of the host supplied both food by photosynthesis and absorbed water into the hosts body by moisture and rain. And like every human the host must sleep to stay alive. So in a sense you didn't need to target a certain part of the body of the Sick for they died from any injure just like people. They also did age and.....they can breed and produce offspring. As sickening as it is they reproduced just like any other animal. A couple years ago she had gone out with the military looking for survivor's and that is when they stumbled upon a mass of Sick mating and birthing. She had seen the birth of a creature that should never exist. The offspring of the Sick looked more like the classic zombie then its parents but far worse. Willow remembered the chunks of her lunch she had upchucked on Ryan after what she had witnessed.

Willow kept moving toward the safe zone, Shaw long gone and the building now in sight. The area looked untouched by Sick but she knew better. So with quick but quiet steps she climbed over the tall fences, managing not to fall this time. Rumble crunched under her boot clad feet as she made her way around the side of the school where the vehicles were parked. Her office was on the second floor along with the supply rooms. Quietly Willow opened the side door, the sound being louder then she hoped. She listened for a few minutes in case one of the Sick heard. Once she knew it was safe she quickly made her way through. She was correct. The Sick just stood there, unmoving, as she crept by them and made her way up the stairs. In the immediate room just by the stairs she counted twenty Sick, but she also noticed the dead bodies and dried blood that littered the area. Her grip on her blade tightened as sweat started to gather on her brow. She was scared. Anyone would be, but she had to fight through the fear and keep going. A breath of relief stuck in her throat as she reached the second floor but she refused to let it slip though as she slowly walked to her office. The wooden door thankfully made no sound as she opened it and walked in, instantly going to her desk and getting the keys from the top drawer.

Halfway done. She then made her way to the supply rooms. She decided just to go to the biggest one, which was the library. She unlocked and opened the door and locked it behind her. Fallen books littered the area and duffel bags of supplies now sat on the shelves. Each bag was organized and labeled but Willow quickly went to the far corner where the weapons were stored. It looked as though the Military had used alot of the weapons during the spore release, that or they had taken alot when they left cause only a duffel bag of ammo, a military sniper rifle with a suppressor attached, a few berretta's and a shotgun were left alongside a couple blades. She gathered up the 3 duffels that were left over, 2 labeled food and 1 labeled medicine, then 2 blue water jugs full of water. She stuffed the shot gun, blades and berretta's into the duffel full of ammo and put the rifle over her shoulder. Lastly she gathered the 5 large jerry cans and the few small jugs of gas stabilizer. This hull with be enough for them to get out of the city. She went to the window right beside her stack and opened it. The weather was getting warmer meaning the Sick would wake soon. She took her rope from her backpack and tied it around the straps of the duffels, the water jugs and jerry cans together then slowly and with struggle lowered it from the second story window and onto the grass covered ground outside, hidden behind one of the over grown brushes. She then let the rope drop with it and made her way towards the library door. She froze though when she heard the unmistakable sound of gun fire from down stairs. Then the shriek of dying Sick and the laughter of living human males.

'Shit I think those Scavenger's are back, I forgot about them' she cursed mentally, slowly backing away from the locked door. She heard footsteps making their way up the stair's. She quietly scurried away and hide behind a book shelf, reluctantly readying the sniper rifle which was now tightly in her grasp. She didn't want to kill these men but that's just the thing. Their men. And men nowadays took fortune when they found a lone woman. A shudder ran down her spine as she listened. She knew instantly they had no females with them. But no matter what she didn't regret coming here, even if she was alone. She had gotten what they needed and would get out of here to get those supplies to her group. What sounded like a growl rumbled in her throat as she heard the sound of a door being kicked in. Thanking god it wasn't the library door Willow made her way back to the open window and peered out. Sighing she shouldered her gun and put her blade in her pack before slinging her leg over the window, one leg now danging outside.

' You will be fine its not that far of a jump' she told herself before taking in a deep breath and flinging herself out the window. The fall was quick but not painless. The bushes broke her fall but the squeak of pain she tried to suppress leaked from her throat. With no time to consider the pain that her body was going through she stood and dragged her supplies to the only van. It was hard but she got it all in and climbed into the driver's seat. Another benefit of being a Head Doctor was that she, along with all Military, got a set of keys to one vehicle. She was given the keys to the only van in the compound, since there was only 3 vehicles in the whole lot. She quickly started up the van and without hesitation floored the gas. The van lurked forward towards the gate of the fence. The gate flung open as she crashed into them. A couple men, who had been keeping guard outside, shot at the van one of the bullets piercing the driver window and grazing her arm. She had never been shot before but even a graze hurt like a bitch. She pushed the gas down more and shot off. The sound of male shouting soon decreased but Willow didn't take her chances and instead parked a couple miles away from the RV. She then dragged her supplies across the grassy ground. She had stumbled across a couple sick and with reluctance beheaded them with her blade, making sure to use her uninjured arm so not to get the sick's blood mixed with her's. She left terrible but she knew she would have to. At least she didn't kill any of those men. She sighed in relief as she reached the fence surrounding the RV lot. She saw Roy sitting on the grass outside the RV, a bottle of booze in hand. She sat on the grass beside the fence and leaned against it, taking in a big breath.

"Hey you wanna give me some of that?" Willow asked Roy, unsure if he even noticed her. There was no way she was getting any of this supplies over the fence by herself. She glanced down at her bleeding arm and ripped her long sleeved shirt, which was already torn and wrecked, and wrapped it around the flesh wound. She took in the state of her body. Besides a few cuts, scrapes and bruises she would be fine, the fall from the window not being as bad as she thought it would be.

"If you aren't going to share can you atleast tell the others to come help me with these supplies?" she questioned Roy.

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located in NORTH AMERICA, a part of TO LIVE ANOTHER DAY, one of the many universes on RPG.

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