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Charlotte Sinclair

"You just try to get by day by day."

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a character in “Adaption”, as played by Lilah

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● N I C K N A M E (S) :xCharlie {common/close friends}


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● R O L E :xThe Immune

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[xx● Independent ● Fiery ● Stubborn ● Venturesome ● Loyal ● Patient ● Caring ●xx]

I.β–ˆβ–ˆ In a world where you could be killed at any moment, anyone would learn not to be entirely dependant on others to keep them alive. Keeping in mind that Charlotte had also been left alone as a young teenager, she had to fend for herself in every foreseeable way. She's very much a person who is overtly independent. She's not exactly adverse to taking help, she simply just doesn't want to rely on someone who may be there one day and not the next. She relied fully on two people in her life, and it absolutely sucked when they were gone. She doesn't want to feel that pain again.

II.β–ˆβ–ˆ Even though Charlie appears to be a slightly steely shut-off person, it's actually quite the opposite. She's got one fiery personality. She is rather passionate and has a short fuse at times. She get’s in a lot of arguments and never really lets up. If she feels someone is doing her or her loved one’s wrong or is manipulating them, then she has no issue speaking up for what she believes in. She’s always got that spark.

III.β–ˆβ–ˆ Charlie has always been particularly hard to persuade to do things she necessarily would rather not do. She’s had so much drastic change in her life that she likes things to stay as is, and her opinions are no exception. She is very stubborn and will stick true to her stance. To those who are used to getting what they want and having their demands met, Charlie easily frustrates them and tests their patience.


IV.β–ˆβ–ˆ Charlie has a natural curiosity. Whether it be indoors or (preferably) outdoors, she'll always wander and explore. She has little reservation in going to look in new places, having such a venturesome nature. It’s been a knack of hers ever since she was little to find little gems of private areas which often go undiscovered by many.

V.β–ˆβ–ˆ It takes a lot for someone to gain Charlie's trust. She doesn't let them see what she's really like and the dark parts of her life. However, when she does trust someone, she is fiercely loyal to them and it it is incredibly hard to lose. She may not always want their help, but she'd willingly do anything for them. Whatever they need.

VI.β–ˆβ–ˆ One thing that Charlie has learnt to perfect over the years is the act of being patient. She's never in a rush to hurry people along. She finds it's much easier to think if she's not being rash. She's defiantly a think first, act later sort of girl. She always has to plot out what's she's going to do and come up with a game plan (and a back up game plan too.)

VII.β–ˆβ–ˆ One thing's for sure, Charlotte is not a mean person. She wants to help people in anyway she can. Though she might not always be trusting, she is one of the most caring. Though she was taught to be wary of new people, she would feel awful if she didn't do everything in her power to help someone.

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[xxHerbalismxx] ―xxCharlie loves to study and grow her own herbs. It's very useful knowledge.
[xxChildrenxx] ―xxShe never used to be around younger kids much, but when she began teaching, it threw her right into a pack of them. She's more easy going around them. It's easier around them.
[xxQuietxx] ―xxIt's very rare to get a moment of perfect silence without even a bug chirping. If Charlotte get's a moment like that, she cherishes it.
[xxNaturexx] ―xxMost of her life she grew up surrounded by nature. She much prefers the outdoors to the indoors.
[xxReadingxx] ―xxYou give her any book on any subject and she'll read it. Anything. Really.
[xxLearningxx] ―xxCan't go wrong with getting more knowledge. It's a good way to pass the time.
[xxPhotographsxx] ―xxWhen she was younger and went from abandoned house to abandoned house, she had a habit up taking photographs left behind. They could be of other families, of nature, anything. She still keeps them in a closed journal.

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[xxBeing indoors too longxx] ―xxIt's very stuffy not having the outdoor air. She can only handle that for so long.
[xxWaterxx] ―xxThe one thing Charlie never learnt was how to swim. She doesn't trust how unknown the depths of the water is.
[xxSweet Foodxx] ―xxShe's never had much of a sweet tooth.
[xxArrogancexx] ―xxIn this world, there's no room for arrogance. Charlie has a lot of patience, but none for someone like that.
[xxIntimidationxx] ―xxIntimidation does nothing to scare away Charlie. If someone tries to out dominate her, she'll do it right back.
[xxDishonestyxx] ―xxWhy lie? If she asks you something, she want's the truth. She's already got trust issues. Dishonesty in someone adds to it.
[xxStrawberriesxx] ―xxWhen she was young she ate a wild strawberry and her throat began to close up. Turns out she's allergic. She nearly died.

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[xxSmartxx] ―xxSome of the things she knows are useful, other things not so much. But she does know a lot.
[xxHelpfulxx] ―xxCharlie is willing to give a helpful hand to those who seem to need it. No ulterior motive. Just don't be an ass.
[xxHidingxx] ―xxSince she's a pretty avid explorer, she always finds the most hidden nooks.

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[xxRecklessxx] ―xxIt's not that she's impulsive, it's that she doesn't have the needed care to want to protect her life. She knows any day could be her last, and knowing that, she may make more rash decisions.
[xxStubbornxx] ―xxIt's a blessing and a curse, it really is.
[xxEasily Overwhelmedxx] ―xxShe's not bad interacting with people,
it's just she get's a bit uncomfortable in really large groups. She's prone to tiny panic attacks with a few things.

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[xxFrenchxx] ―xxCurrently she's in the process of learning the French language after finding some books. It's hard, but she's getting there.
[xxPut's hair upxx] ―xxYou can tell Charlie is intensely in her head or coming up with a plan when she put's her hair up. Any other time, it's down.
[xxNervous tickxx] ―xxWhenever she is nervous, she has a tendency to rub the back of her neck.


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Charlotte β€œCharlie” Sinclair was born during the year everything changed. Not exactly an ideal time to have a child, but it wasn’t as if her mother planned on the Goodwin virus thing. Then again, Charlotte wasn’t exactly planned at all to begin with.

Molly Sinclair was a seventeen-year-old student when she got pregnant with Charlotte. Unfortunately, she passed away shortly after giving birth to her. There were complications and as the nearest hospital at that time had shut down after the virus had spread, Molly ended up bleeding out on her parents bed. This left Charlie’s grandparents, Sarah and William Sinclair, to take guardianship of an hours old baby in the midst of a chaotic world. Once again, not exactly an ideal time for a kid, but they were good people. Charlie loved them.

During the time before the virus spread, Charlie’s grandmother said she was an elementary school teacher, and her Grandfather was a police officer. The stories they told her as a child seemed unrealistic to say the least, and at times hard to comprehend, but it’s what they liked to talk about. They spoke of how things before weren’t exactly easy before, but it was better.

The Sinclair clan never stayed in one place for too long, moving from abandoned house to abandoned house. They mostly stuck to the country side as her grandfather didn’t care much for the crowded suburbs or cities. He always said there was a greater chance of running into β€œbad people”. Her grandfather always said he found it easier to deal with zombies than humans. Zombies you just shoot and kill them. Of course. They couldn’t avoid human interaction always. Sometimes they’d run into others and they’d trade goods or share a place for the night, but for the most part, it was only every Charlie and her grandparents. Charlie was always typically quiet around new people. It wasn’t because she was shy, but because she didn’t trust them (mostly from her grandfather’s wary urging.)

Thankfully, considering his past life’s career, her grandfather was a good shot. He quickly picked up and learned any new weapon he’d fine and did what neededΒ to beΒ done with no hesitation. As soon as Charlie got old enough to pick up a knife, he’d taught her to defend herself. As soon as she was old enough to fire a gun without being thrown back by the recoil, she learned that too. He said it was always important to learn how to defend herself. She didn’t get much real-life practice however. Her grandfather defended her and her grandmother fairly well. He said he didn’t want her to experience killing something if he could avoid that. He’d always wanted her to have what he called a β€œnormal childhood” but to her, it was normal. She was born into this world. She knew nothing else.

While her grandfather was teacher Charlotte to fight, her grandmother was teaching her to write, to read, and to learn whatever other subject her grandmother knew to teach. Charlie had a knack for learning. She preferred it much more to fighting. Soon after her grandmother had taught her what she could, Charlie would simply begin to scrounge houses and any place they crashed for books left. One time when she was nine years old and cutting through an abandoned town, she came across what was known as a library. God only knows how long she spent in there before her grandmother was yanking her out by the ear. She wished she could keep most of the books, but she knew that she could only take them if they would help her in some way. No fiction, no art books. The only books she had ever kept were mostly survival tactic books and a few herbalist books. She defiantly took an interest in plants.

When Charlie was ten years old, they happened across a fenced community. Some of the residents had come across Charlie and her grandparents in a house they were bunking in. Apparently theyΒ were impressedΒ they’d lasted so long out in the wild with a child, and wanted them to join. Originally her grandfather declined, but after a long night’s discussion and debate, he’d finally relented. She was sure it was because of her, but she never asked. As long as she was with her grandparent’s, Charlie was happy wherever they went.

In the community her grandmother took up teacher the children how to read and write and her grandfather took up a scout’s role. Charlie worried about him constantly. He was barely home, always on the outside. She’d always just expected for him to not come back one day.

Only about a year and aΒ halfΒ later when she was twelve-year-old, zombies broke through the fences. There were hordes of themβ€”more than Charlie had ever seen in her life. Suddenly everything turned to shit. People were running around frantically, others were dead on the ground. She barely had time to process it before her grandfather was screaming at her and her grandmother to get out, run to the south-east part of the fence where they’d already cleared the area. Her poor grandmother had already been fighting a sickness for the past month and was so weak. Her grandfather ended up plucking her from the ground and running with her in his arms.
Eventually they got out. There was a decent sized group of them too who managed to make it to whatever unsaid meeting area they all accumulated at. One of the men who she’d recognized as a cook said that there was a community near by, no more than a three days’ journey. They’d done some medicinal and weapons trading with them in the past and they could be trusted, granted they let everyone in. It was there only option.

The journey was hard. Already there were too many of those infected by the virus surrounding the vicinity. They had no food, no water, nothing to help them keep going other than a couple of guns and knives. Of the small part of the community that they ended up with, at least half died on that short journey. Her grandmother Sarah included. The sickness took her far too soon, and Charlie and her Grandfather barely had time to process it as they just had to keep going on. They buried her under a tree and laid a shoddy made wooden cross at it’s base.

Finally, they made it to the community. Charlie and her grandfatherΒ were allowedΒ in mainly because he was a good hunter and scout and she was just his kid. It was then that she really grieved her grandmother’s death. She’d only ever cared for two people in her life before and one of them had died in simple passing. Her grandfather became a bit more distant. He was still kind, still always took care of her, but there was a warmth and a spark missing from him. She always assumed it was because her grandmother was the last bit of normal he really had. The last bit of the past he could hold on to. That was almost the worst part of her grandmother’s death to her, admittedly. Having to watch him be in pain. Charlie tried to comprehend that this was the world they lived in. She’d watch so many people die in that past few days. Death was simply apart of her world. She always tried to remind herself that.

Β Charlie really shut herself off from the community as a whole, simply doing what sheΒ was asked. She was by herself a lot of the time. Her grandfather just like before was usually busy with his work and left early in the morning, coming back late at night if he even came back at all. She was by herself for the first time in a while. She grew accustomed to it. She’d tried their version of the school at the start, but she’d already had the basics down of what they were teaching and more. Besides, she wasn’t the most enthusiastic student to take part. Β 

She’d met a few people of course, but it wasn’t until her grandfather started bringing a boy around her age around that she really gained a friend. She doesn’t even know how it happened, but Kasey seemed to wiggle his way past her outright asocial behavior. He’d sort of reminded her of herself in some underlying basic way. HeΒ was strainedΒ almost a socially as she was that she couldn’t help but laugh at it.

When she was fifteen, her grandfather passed away. He’d had a simple infection that he was sure would clear up on it’s own, yet it quickly turned into a nasty case of pneumonia. His body was getting up there in age and he just couldn’t fight it on his own. When the community offered him medication, he’d rejected it as he believed it was his time. He didn’t need it. β€œGive it to someone who’d make longer use of it then I would,” he’d said. It was devastating. She understood where he was coming from. In the same place, she’d say the same thing, but she couldn’t help feel a little abandoned. If it weren’t for Kasey, she was sure she would have become an absolute recluse and maybe even left the community all together.

Since then, she has built a bit of a life for herself. She still lives in the tiny home that her and her grandfather shared, and spends her time teach kids the basics; reading, writing, survival tactics (as passed down from her grandfather), etc. She’s still not the most open person, but she does enjoy what she does.




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[xxFace Claimxx] ―xxBritt Robertson
[xxHex Codexx] ―xx#95A89E
[xxCS Created Byxx] ―xxLilah
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Charlotte Sinclair's Story

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The outside wasn’t any different from what it had been when she last stepped out of the community’s gates. Everything seemed over grown and unkempt; Wild plants sprouted up wherever there was space, the grass was too thick and tall to be able to see if anything crawled under it. It was also quiet. Well, quiet apart from the footsteps of some of the heavier footed members of the supply group she was running with.

Charlotte had never done a supply run before. At least not for her present community. The last thing that could have ever been considered anything as such was when she was a little kid hoping from house to house, looting what she could. But that was awhile ago. She was young with her grandparents by her side. Now she was just a teacher with a few basic skills to protect herself. She was only pushed into going because they needed more people. A month ago they sent some scouts on a big supply hunt to gather whatever they could, and more than half that group never returned. It was a sad day, but one a lot of people come to expect. There are no guarantees for life, even within the confines of the community’s gates. Charlie knows this.

It had only been a couple of hours since their group of six had left. There wasn’t a lot of talking, having been told to keep it pretty hush-hush unless there’s need to comment. It’s better to be as quiet and not attract any unwanted attention. Besides, they’d all been briefed on what to do. It was a simple medical supply run. They’d gotten word that there was an abandoned lab set up in a city not far from their community. They were supposed to find it, collect any important medication, and get the hell out of there as fast as they could. Easy enough in theory. They had an exact location, but they didn't know if the intel was reliable or not. It was traded information. Sadly, they needed to take the risk to check. Medical supplies were running low, and they couldn't survive on herb remedies forever.

Soon enough, the dirt trail through the forest turned on a skinny and cracked paved road in the city. One of the guys, Oliver she believed his name was, took off the pack he wore and pulled out a ceased and faded map that looked old enough that Charlie wasn't surprised it didn't just crumble into his hands. Crouching down, he placed the map on the ground as his eyes scanned over it. Looking up, he turned his head to look at the five staring at him as he questioned, "any one know what street we're on?" The blank stares they all shot him back seemed a clear signifier that none of them knew.

Peering over at Eliza, the only other girl in the group, Charlie stated, "come with me up the road to check for street signs. We'll radio if we find something." A key thing in this world was trying to do everything in groups. It does nobody any good not to have backup. The girl merely nodded before the two of them made their way, the other four gathering around the map to study it.

"So this is your first supply run, huh?" So much for not speaking unless necessary. Charlie brought a hand up to rest against her forehead, shielding her eyes from the sunlight directly above them. Damn it was hot out. "Yep," Charlie replied, glancing around for any sort of sign of where they were or what road they were on. This street just didn't seem to end. "What do you thi-" Eliza started to question her again, but Charlie quickly held up her hand and hissed out a sharp 'shh' after hearing a twig snap come from the dense forest at the side of the road. Eliza squinted her eyes at Charlotte, gritting out, "what? I'm just making conversation," clearly annoyed with being interrupted. Charlie shot her a look before quietly saying "I heard something, be quiet for a second," trying her best not to offend her.

Slipping her knife from the holster on her waist, both her and Eliza went to the opposite end of the road to cover under some of the underbrush. Both waited in silence to hear if any other noise came from the direction in with she heard it before. Could it just be an animal? Yes. But it could also be one of the infected. She'd prefer to have a run in with a bunny than some rotted corpse and the disgusting stench that trailed with it.

After about a five minute wait, they spotted nothing and no other noise was made. Seemed safe enough to emerge and keep going, but the sooner they got back to the group, the happier she'd be. One thing was for sure, the rest of the walk both of them didn't speak a word.

After another couple of minutes, they reached a turn in the road where thankfully a road sign still stood tall. Grabbing the walkie-talkie from her large shoulder bag, she turned it on to the proper channel saying, "hey, we found it. We're on Carson Road, turning on to Mayview Street." It was only a few more seconds until Ollie's crackled voice came from the other end saying, "Got it. You two stay up there, we need to go east from Mayview."

Once of the rest of the group finally caught up, Ollie navigated them all from there. Thankfully there were no more infected scares like before. They kept mainly to the off roads and travelled under as much cover as they could to stay undetected It was only about two hours later that they finally found the makeshift lab. The walls were cemented, and the windows were blackened out. Charlie couldn't tell what kind of lab it was, but it was probably just some old research place.

"Check to see if one of the windows have been broken into. If we walk through the front door and there are squatters in there, it'll just alarm them to our presence," Charlotte suggested, stepping away from the other five to circle around the building. "Also check for any sound traps like cans and stuff on the floor." The can thing was always one of her grandma's favourite tricks. If something or someone came through the window or the doors, most often than not they wouldn't be looking at their feet and knock over the pile of cans she had set up.

Soon enough she found a propped open window and waved the others over. One by one they crawled in, Charlotte first, Ollie second, the others following behind. The room they seemed to be in had beds lined up against the wall. It was more of an infirmary looking place than any sort of top grade medical facility. Silently, they all paired up and went searching for whatever they could. The room they were in seemed pretty picked clean and Charlie already had bleak hopes that they'd find anything useful.

Still, everything was relatively quiet other than their own scuffling footsteps. Eliza and Charlotte eventually found a room where shelves had fallen to the ground, random supplies scattered everywhere. The floor was cluttered and one could barely walk into it. "Either this was checked thoroughly or left untouched, try moving stuff around to see if there's anything useful, she suggested. Eliza was quick to move, getting on the ground to push stuff around. Charlie tried her best to step over stuff, pushing up the metal shelves from where they had fallen to make it easier to move around. Compared to the other rooms, this was trashed. It was unusual.

"I found some unlabeled bottles. Don't know what's in them, but let's take them anyways," Eliza muttered as she continued scrounging around. Charlie gave a small smile as she moved to the corner of the room where another shelf had fallen to the ground. She couldn't seem to budge it up, it was a lot heavier than the other ones. "Could you help me lift this up?" Charlotte asked, turning to look over her shoulder at Eliza. The girl quickly scurried her way over and grabbed the other end of the shelf unit, grunting as she tried lifting it back up. Eventually they got it up far enough, but Charlie quickly let go of her side when she felt a hand snake around her leg. She let out a small shriek as she frantically kicked. "Fuck, Charlotte, I can't hold this by myself!" cried Eliza, as Charlie was tugged back by the arm that stuck out from underneath all the junk below her. Falling to the ground, Charlie let out a panicked cry as she heard an ever larger crash and groan from Eliza. Trying to twist around, she finally broke free of the infected's grip, but as she struggled to get up, the hand that previously had grabbed her turned into two as it clamped on to her outstretched arm. Charlie didn't know what to do. In that very moment, it's like everything she'd learned went blank. She could actually feel her body go into shock and she didn't know how to stop it. She just fucking paused. And because she paused, she gave the damn bastard all the time it needed to sink its teeth right into her upper arm as it tried to tear her flesh out.

In a moment, her panic was cut off by a large crack of a gun going off and a cold, horrendous smelling splatter of blood landing on her face. The biting grip on her arm turned slack. Soon everything seemed to move back into reality. Turning her head towards to doorway, she saw Ollie standing there, gun pointed in the direction of an infected's head that was now blown open, blackened blood pouring out of it. In an instant he was over, tugging on her good arm to get her up, commanding, "help me get this shelf up off Eliza!"" Charlie went on autopilot, helping him lift it off before he dragged her out from under it. She was knocked unconscious and the awful bend to her leg showed that the bone had basically snapped in half. Ollie picked her up and left without another word, Charlie following behind him, a grip on her bleeding arm. She couldn't think about that now. She needed to make sure Eliza would wake up.

Ollie led the way back to the infirmary area and dumped Eliza on the bed, before turning to face Charlie. She was quick to note the hand that rested on his gun. Holding up her hands in surrender, as in instinct, she tried to stop her voice from shaking as she stated, "I can still help. I can help Eliza. Let me do that, then you can do what you need to do. She needs to get back to the community as fast as she can and we both know she won't be moving by herself very fast even if she wakes up." There was a pause as he stared her down. They both knew she was the only one in the group with any sort of medical knowledge, no matter how sparse it was. He must have contemplated for about two minutes before he grunted and dropped his bag. He rummaged through it for a second before grabbing a clothe bandage and throwing it at her. "Wrap it on your arm. Don't let the other's know. Tell them it was a close call. You and I will deal with this when we can leave. We'll spend the night here, so help me get a cover on that open window." Charlie nodded. She could keep busy.

As long as she was busy, she didn't have to think of her imminent death.

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β€œKASEY!”

β€œWhat?!” Kasey finally responded, looking up from his rifle as he sat, his back propped up against the wall next to the gate leading out into the great known world. An M16 lay in his lap, a rag encircled around his hand as he wiped the barrel back and forth. The man calling his name whipped his head towards Kasey at his response, looking down at him with a bit of surprise.

β€œOh, shit. Didn’t think you were here already.” Kasy gave a bit of a shrug.

β€œHopefully you’re more observant out there than in here.” Kasey stated, ribbing the older gentleman a bit, which was met with a firm stare. Gravel, not his actual name but more a moniker given to him because of his appearance, was an aged man, early fifties with a big bushy grey beard and enough muscle on him to make the standard person think twice about trying to gang up on him. He was one of the expedition leaders for the Community, someone who took others on trips outside the walls to either deal with an encroaching pack of the dead or search for supplies. For the moment, a machete hung from a scabbard on his back as a shotgun was held loosely in his hand. A ball cap worn backwards adorned his head while a red and black plaid shirt complimented some dirty and dusty jeans that looked like they were three weeks overdue for a good wash. All he needed was some sunglasses to really nail the β€˜war veteran slash lumberjack’ look and that would be it.

β€œOn your feet then, we’re about to head out.”

β€œI’ve been ready to go for an hour, would already be gone if it wasn’t for you guys slowing me down.” Gravel took a few steps closer as Kasey managed to get to his feet, slinging his rifle on his back and making sure his pistol and knives were in their proper place. Aside from his weapons, Kasey preferred to travel light. A form fitting white t-shirt along with a pair of rather bland grey shorts that looked like they deserved to be in the same wash load as Gravel’s pants adorned his figure. What skin did show was calloused or tanned from days of spending it out in the sunshine running from who knows how many things that wanted to kill him. Gravel got within his personal space a bit, forcing Kasey to take a step back to maintain a decent boundary between them.

β€œI know why you’re going on this run Kasey, and trust me, I want to find them alive too, but don’t get your hopes up and don’t go in half cocked. They won’t be sending a rescue team for the rescue team.” Kasey gave a scoff, not like his reason for joining this little band of merry men was a secret. His friend, Charlie, had been on the last run. Against his very wishes, as she wasn’t necessarily a supply runner to begin with, but numbers had been down for over a month now. Everyone was being forced to pull a bunch of different weights at different places. He had argued against it, complained, and some would even say bitched incessantly about this very problem. Now here he was, in a situation where his comments were justified even if he didn’t want them to be.

β€œI know what I’m doing” Kasey stated, his irritation, anger and a little fear mixing together to create his bristly persona. β€œHurry the fuck up already, I don’t have all day and neither do the survivors...if there are any.” Kasey stated, wandering past Gravel to where the rest of the group stood. Gravel shook his head, hefting his shotgun and resting it on his shoulder. The other members of the group; Johnny, Mack and Lucy all waited patiently for Kasey and Gravel to finish their conversation while the last member of their group, MacGyver finished loading up the truck they were to take to the supply group’s last known location. Once he was done, he wandered over, his toque wobbling off center as his lopsided smile seemed to brighten the group a tiny bit.

β€œAlright.” Gravel started, his eyes floating over each of them. β€œWe all know what’s going on, but as a quick recap...A supply run was made by 6 individuals to a lab some distance from here for medical supplies. That was over a day ago, they’ve missed their check in and no word has been heard from them since. Our job is to search for them and the supplies they may or may not have found.”

β€œSo basically we’re looking for corpses and pills.” Lucy spoke up, picking at her teeth with her nail. Gravel gave an exasperated sigh.

β€œI’m not asking for optimism, but could you please keep the depressive shit to yourself?” Lucy shrugged, flicking an invisible piece of food off her finger as Kasey glared at her from his spot in the circle. β€œIf they are dead...or otherwise, we deal with it when the time comes. For right now, we focus on our objective, everyone clear?” There was a litany of acceptance, both begrudging and enthusiastic before he continued. β€œAlright, let’s load up. Sun’s high in the sky and I plan on being back before it sets for the night.” Everyone gave a nod as they took up their respective spots in the truck, Kasey and Johnny sliding into the back of the pickup as everyone else got into the extended cab. The engine rumbling was an almost comforting sensation as they rode towards the gate, stopping briefly to allow the guards to open it up. As they drove out into the open road, the gates shutting behind them as they went, Kasey stole a glance at the sign leading to their community.

β€œWelcome to Lintwood.”




β€œLooks like a bunch of runners...they’re twitching something fierce.” Mack stated, sighting the dead through the scope on his rifle as he used the top of the truck as a prop, kneeling in the bed. Gravel hissed through his teeth a bit, reprehension evident on his features as Kasey gave a glance his way.

β€œAny chance we can fight our way through?” Gravel asked, looking back at Mack as he scanned the horizon.

β€œThere doesn’t seem to be many outside, but there are several windows broken on the building from what I can see. I have no idea how many more are inside.” Gravel looked back, stroking his beard as he lost himself in thought. Kasey paced slightly, his finger tapping against the side of his rifle as he held it in front of him.

β€œWe know this is their target, but we have no idea if they’re inside or if they were run off.” Gravel stated, looking off into the distance. β€œThey could have been chased further away, we could be wasting our time trying to get inside. Chances are if they were caught there, they’re dead anyways.”

β€œWe still need to look for supplies inside.” Johnny stated, sliding the hammer back on his rifle as he sauntered up to where Gravel and the others were standing.

β€œI’d be going in anyways.” Kasey stated, his eyes glued ahead of them towards the target building. Gravel looked over at him, his mouth forming into a frown as he contemplated their actions some more.

β€œWhat did I ask of you back home?” Gravel asked, causing Kasey to glance over his way and give a shrug.

β€œThis isn’t me going in on a whim, if that were the case I’d already be gone.” Kasey stated, irritation building with every word as he looked ready to start running into the building at a moment’s notice. Gravel gave a sigh and took one last look towards the laboratory.

β€œMacGyver, you think you can outrun the runners in the truck?”

β€œNot a problem Bosserino!” MacGyver stated, his head perking up and his fluffy toque bobbing side to side. β€œIf Mack can stay in the back and take care of the ones who get too close, I think I can bait them away. Sound good?”

β€œIt will give us an in at the very least. You got your radio?” MacGyver slid off his backpack, searching through it real quick before pulling out a walkie talkie. He gave it a shake and Gravel nodded. β€œGood, keep that handy. We’ll give you a call when we’re ready to pull out, come back and get us at that point but preferably without bringing the rest of the party with you.”

β€œBah, no fun Kahuna.” MacGyver stated, giving another lopsided smile as he made his way to the truck and hopped inside. He rolled down the window, slipping his arm outside and slapping the door a couple of times. β€œWe ready to roll out?” Gravel waved his arm forward prompting a holler from MacGyver as Mack held onto the top railing of the truck as he kept his rifle propped up.

β€œRest of you, on me. Quick sweep, stay in twos and don’t take chances. We’re not going to be here long.” Gravel stated as the group started forward. The truck blared past the building, horn sounding an alarm from the vehicle as they went along with MacGyver giving out some unique insults to say the least as the Runners all turned and started bolting after the truck with all the speed their twisted and mutated bodies could muster. Before long, there wasn’t a single Runner left in the yard as the small group made their way onto the grounds. The group of 4 quickly made their way towards the lab, splitting up once they got closer. Kasey ended up pairing off with Johnny as they combed the walls for any kind of entrance or clue as to whether the supply group even made it inside.

β€œFound a door.” Johnny stated, having run up a few feet farther than Kasey to get a look around the corner. Kasey caught up to him as Johnny stepped up to the entrance. He gave it a push and a tug to no avail. He finally pushed his shoulder into it before shaking his head and looking over at Kasey. β€œBlocked. Maybe they barricaded it?”

β€œWouldn’t make sense.” Kasey stated, looking out towards the rest of the town. β€œIf they were about to get surrounded, their first priority would have been to get out and head back towards Lintwood as fast as possible.”

β€œTrue, but what if there was no way out?”

β€œThen it would have been easier to hide than barricade.” Johnny shrugged, looking around. Kasey pointed towards a broken window. β€œWe can get in from there, I’ll head in first, rifle at the ready.” Johnny nodded, bringing his rifle to bear as they approached the shattered remains of glass around the window. Both of them took either side of the window, sweeping the immediate room for threats. β€œClear.” Kasey stated.

β€œSame. After you.” Johnny stated, keeping his rifle at the ready and pointed towards the room as Kasey slung his rifle over his shoulder to get through the opening with more ease. A moment later and he was standing in a practically destroyed room with multiple objects littering the floor ranging from shelving to cracked bits of broken bottles. He stepped on the ground lightly, grabbing his rifle and bringing it up to the ready position before reconsidering and slinging it on his back again, this time pulling out his pistol and a blade. He rested his gun hand on his arm with the blade, keeping both weapons pointed forward as he took a steps inwards. Behind him he heard a crack as the glass was shattered beneath Johnny’s boot. Kasey shot a glance backwards, and was met with a silently mouthed β€˜sorry’ from the man as Kasey stepped to the door leading into the hallway.

Opening the door and quickly checking both directions, Kasey was greeted with another empty area. With Johnny bringing up the rear with his rifle, Kasey stepped forward and started sweeping the areas. It took a good several minutes of checking empty rooms before they came upon one which showed some clues as to what happened. There was a crawler dead on the floor from what appeared to be a single rifle round. Not to mention signs of a fight, blood splattering the ground that was recent and signs of panic. Kasey wandered in, dipping his fingers in a pool of blood to test the consistency, confirming that whatever was bleeding had been here recently. Johnny wandered inside the room, recognizing the same things as Kasey but having enough sense to not bother saying the same thing out loud. As they went about piecing things together, Kasey giving the crawler a kick for good measure, a single word was uttered behind them.

β€œApples.” Johnny turned his head slightly.

β€œTacos.” He replied, at which point Lucy and Gravel wandered into the room as well, with a heavy sigh from the abrasive woman.

β€œStupidest...check sign...ever.” Gravel ignored her, walking closer to Kasey.

β€œAnything?”

β€œI can’t say for certain that it’s them, but something happened here recently. The blood is relatively fresh and he’s a recent kill.” Kasey stated, pointing to the crawler.

β€œHuman blood?” Gravel asked, making Kasey shrug.

β€œI don’t see any animals and it’s too red to be from the dead, so I would say yes.” Gravel gave a nod.

β€œIf they had wounded, they might have tried to look for an infirmary. Let’s see if we can’t find one.”

β€œWhat makes you think there’s one here?” Lucy asked as they made their way out of the room. Gravel shrugged.

β€œIt’s a research facility of some kind, they would have to have medical supplies around somewhere. Common sense I would think.”

β€œSince when has common sense ever factored into what we do here.” Johnny quipped with a slight smirk as he followed the group into the hallway. Gravel gave a quick β€˜shush’ to shut him down from saying such things, being a man of procedure over many other things. With that, they quickly went about looking for the infirmary.




It only took them a few minutes to find the infirmary, a trail of blood leading them there that Kasey had noticed almost immediately stepping out of the room. The double doors leading to the area unfortunately prevented them from looking inside as the windows were covered in dried blood. Gravel gave a hand signal and they stacked up on the door, he and Kasey being the closest with Lucy and Johnny bringing up the rear. Gravel looked at Kasey, making sure to have eye contact before nodding and they both opened the door.

Immediately Gravel was nearly tackled to the ground by a slobbering walker as he managed to get a hand on it’s face and push it away. Lucy came in behind, bashing in its skull with the butt of her shotgun as Kasey was facing a few more of the dead. One was on the ground, doing her best to crawl towards her while the others with various wounds ranging from bullets to bites all charged forward. Gravel got his bearings once more, kneeling as Kasey did the same. No order was needed as a quick burst of gunfire came from the four of them. A few seconds later, the dead roamed no more. Gravel stood up, taking a good look at one of the faces of the dead for a moment too long in Kasey’s opinion before giving a massive sigh. β€œFuck.” He stated, slinging his shotgun on his back.

β€œLooks like we found our scavengers.” Lucy stated with all the tact of a drunk preacher at a funeral. Kasey’s eyes darted back and forth as he quickly wandered over to each body, flipping them over and taking a good look at their faces. Johnny and Gravel were more respectful as they carefully identified each of them.

β€œOllie...Eliza...Teagan…” Gravel stated, each time his voice getting a little quieter. Eventually he just pinched the bridge of his nose and stood up. β€œAlright, no point in staying here then. The gunfire will have attracted something, we should head out before that something decides to try its luck against us.”

β€œCharlie’s not here.” Kasey stated, standing up and looking around the room. Gravel looked over at him.

β€œI count five.” Gravel stated, looking to the others.

β€œCharlie makes six.” Kasey stated, his voice wavering a bit as he did his best to remain composed despite everything in him wanting to scream at the world. Gravel gave a nod, wandering over to Kasey and placing a hand on his shoulder.

β€œFan out...be careful.” Johnny gave a nod while Lucy scoffed as they split up to search the rest of the infirmary and started moving out into the hallway. Gravel looked down at Kasey for a moment. β€œWe can spare time until MacGyver and Mack get back, when that happens we’re leaving.”

β€œShe could still be alive.” Kasey stated, his eyes still darting in every direction as Gravel squeezed his shoulder to keep him in the now.

β€œKeep your expectations low, this situation got FUBAR’d pretty quick by the looks of it. Just be careful.” Kasey shrugged off the shoulder, at which point Gravel started walking away and reaching for his radio to call the truck back for a pick up. Kasey was trying to look at the situation as rationally as he could, despite every fiber in his being wanting to just walk outside and unload on any walkers or runners that happened to be outside in order to feel some sort of vindication. Instead, he took note of the blood splatter and bullet casings, piecing things together slowly as he wandered around the room. The infirmary wasn’t large, no nooks or crannies to hide in, so Gravel wandered out into the hall with Johnny and Lucy as they started searching the nearby rooms for any sign of Charlie.

It took a few minutes for Kasey’s head to get set back on straight as suddenly a trail of blood starting making itself clear to him. Drops and splatters that lead into the back of the Infirmary, and there he noticed a faint mark of deep red blood smeared on a couple of the lockers. He walked closer, inspecting the marks as he did so and noticed the splatter on the handle. Raising his knife, hoping for the best and fearing the worst, Kasey swung the locker open.

Inside was Charlie...still alive as she raised her hands weakly, her face pale and breathing ragged. Kasey stood there for a moment, shock at the fact that she was still among the living before he noticed just how much blood she had on her. β€œShit...shit shit shit...Charlie...hey...GRAVEL!” Kasey yelled backwards, before trying to reach in and grab at her relatively tiny frame.

β€œHey, you’re going to be ok, alright? Charlie, I need you to talk to me, ok?”