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John Lowardi

"Listen, nothing is worse than not knowing what's going on. Just listen, and learn."

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a character in “Aftermath: Survivor's Struggle”, as played by HandsomeBenders

Description

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[Full Name]
John Nicola Lowardi
[Nickname]
Jack or Nicola or Nikolai
[Age]
Thirty
[Gender]
"Really?" Male.
[Hometown]
Austin, Texas



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[Former Occupation]
Bartender and Co-Owner of Ten Down: Bar n' Grill

[Appearance]
(FC: Joel Heyman)
Jack never really cared about how he looked, rather, he cared whether he had enough to pay of this months' rent, food for the week, and enough money to feed his obsession of taking little gadgets apart. He leaves his hair however he finds it in the morning save a few pat downs if it decides to extraordinarily bedhead-like. His eyes are a steely grey with noticeable bags under them, and accompanied by short stubble, he could easily be considered a handsome guy. Age has been kind to him, although truthfully he isn't as old as some people would think, Jack has no wrinkles yet except for shallow laugh lines and barely noticeable worry lines on his forehead. Jack is a lean guy, weighing a simple 160 lbs. at 6"3, but can handle his own in a close-combat fight, showed by developed muscles he has earned from throwing out violent drunks from the bar.

When not on the job of being a 10/7 bartender at his best friend's restaurant, he's practically always in pajamas, wearing fleece plaid pants and either a sweater or loose cotton t-shirt. The outbreak caught him on one of the days he had just finished one of his morning shifts at the bar and he currently is wearing a vest over a white dress shirt and black slacks. He has recently changed his slacks to loose sweatpants and a hoodie he had nabbed from a newspaper stand.




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[Personality]
{listener} - {street smart} - {logical} - {casual}

Working at a bar for two decades has put Jack on a dry wit streak, he's open to conversation, and he knows how to respond, often putting in his two cents on topics he knows about, and staying silent and gathering knowledge when on about topics he's not too familiar with. He's an honest guy, but don't put it past him to tell multiple white lies just to get on someone's good side. He doesn't seek confrontation, and tends to be a bystander until fists start flying. It's his usual skills in the bar that gets him around, he studies people, essentially, and tries to avoid harmful subjects altogether, picking up on gossip or small tips that barflies tend to let loose in their drunken state. He's easy to talk to, and is open to talking to new people, and proves to be an intelligent conversationalist about basic things like people problems, but start mentioning politics or today's economy, and he immediately shuts up and lets you do the talking.
Another side of John is that he's actually fairly easy to convince to your side, as long as you present a good argument. He knows what people are talking about considering most people he talks to tend to be either drunk or full of conspiracies. He has enough common sense to let him survive in the worse off streets where his apartment was, and knows how to pick a lock or two from getting locked out of his apartment or his friend's bar.
In the past, or, at least when John was still in college, he was studying to become an engineer or physicist, but had become too deep in debt to continue with the enormous tuition fees. he fell into working odd jobs, and utilized his leftover studies to dismantle and fix electronic equipment such as keypads or laptops.



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    [Equipment]
    • Hoodie & sweatpants (alongside underwear and necessary garments)
    • Jansport backpack (solid grey)
    • sawed off shotgun (attained from bar)
    • Fifteen (15) shotgun shells
    • Hunting knife (attained from corpse)
    • Two (2) flasks of vodka
    • Duct tape ("Hey, it fixes everything")
    • Pair of worn grey plaid Converse







[Outbreak]
With a shotgun in hand to reload and take to the gun range per request of his friend and co-owner, John had just finished locking up when he was confronted by one of the many barflies full of conspiracies. "They'd gone and done it man! they started killin' us off!" was all John had to listen to to gather that one, the guy was drunk, and two, which hours he had come to the bar at. He shrugged off the man's screams and made his way to the grocery store, stashing the gun in his bag, hoping he wouldn't be too conspicuous. Obviously he wasn't, as he observed the grocery store two blocks away from his apartment room, full of people whom he didn't know that were stockpiling on non-perishable food. Some were fighting over mere canned foods and some where huddled in corners discussing what their plans were for the "apocalypse". All were armed and prepared for whatever was coming, something that John still had no idea about. He obliviously weaved through the crowds of gun-toting men and women, grabbing necessary ingredients for his breakfast/dinner for the day, and made his way to the cashier,
"Are you seriously just getting that?" The cashier raised an eyebrow at the meager rations of two packs of bacon, three potatoes and a banana. John shrugged and paid for the foods, ignoring the rolling of eyes and whispers of "That guy's gonna go first.". Sure enough, once he reached the door of his apartment, a neighbor ran out, coming at John tooth and claw, crazed and with something John likened to rabies. He readily loaded the shotgun and pointed it at the middle-aged woman,
"I-I don't want to hurt you, but I will shoot." He warned. The announcement didn't deter the woman as she continued making her way to John, and just as he warned, he shot the woman point-blank in the temple, seconds before she would have reached him.
"Well. I guess it's time I found out what this is about." He gathered whatever he deemed necessary, mostly little tokens his conspiracy filled "friends" left for him as a "tip", and snuck to the nearest police department, only to find it empty of both police officers and weaponry.

"Well. Now what?"


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So begins...

John Lowardi's Story

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"Eighteen, eighteen, oh hell where is my ticket." a man rummaged around his backpack, frantically opening each pocket and sifting through the contents, ignoring the questioning looks of bystanders. Finally, John mouthed, letting a breath he didn't know he was holding escape his lips. Zipping his bag closed and shoving a shirt to cover the shotgun he had carried ever since the beginning of this "Outbreak".

As he was still kneeling, he heard a voice call out about make-up, lipstick, to be specific. He sighed as he watched the woman who owned the voice that pierced through the crowds respond to the announcement of the truck number. And then a small metallic glare caught his eye, and he studied a small tube of lipstick, letting another sigh escape his lips as he pocketed it, figuring that he could return it to her later on, when everyone was settled, I guess some people still need their comforts. John mused as he fumbled with the straps, getting them to rest on his shoulders.

"Mornin'." John nodded to the soldiers that stood guard at the trucks, flashing his crumpled ticket, and proceeding as they nodded. He observed the passengers, recognizing the woman and glancing at the other men. He placed the tube of lipstick firmly next to the woman and continued to an empty seat, ignoring any response to come from her lips.
He made a stop at the second to first row, ignoring the presence of the man in front of him, and sat down with another sigh escaping his lips. His knee had been killing him, and the rest was a welcome change from constantly walking to and fro in a worry. I guess age is starting to catch up. But thirty isn't too old. Just wait 'till forty. John ran a hand through his hair and hugged his backpack to his chest, eager to get to a safer place, if there was any.

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Character Portrait: Joe Harris Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir Character Portrait: John Lowardi

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Zac looked around to see what type of people he was going to spend the next undisclosed amount of time with, a father and daughter; who wasn't really hard on the eyes either. A middle aged man with that type of look in his eye that would make even him think twice with messing the guy. That perky blonde who obviously disliked his smoking habits. That other girl who looked like she desperately needed a cigarette. A man who looked liked he looking for something or someone and a man; Zac couldn't really make heads or tails of him. More observation would be required. He smirked as he thought of something funny to say. He knew it was a terrible time for jokes but, usually the worst time for jokes were the best time for jokes.

"So, ah.... Who ordered the Sardines?" Zac said when there was a weird silence. As the words left his lips he knew that he either was a genius or pretty much going to be the first guy that gets tripped. He really hoped that it was the former.

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Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: John Lowardi

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The enormous amount of noise the truck generated frustrated Jenifer. In her mind, she couldn't stop thinking of how things couldn't get worse from that point on. She didn't bother to look around and see the people she was stuck in Truck Eighteen with.

Holding her tube of Estee Lauder lipstick in front of her face, Jenifer exhaled with relief. She tilted her head to the side and glanced at the man who had returned it to her. He was hugging his backpack like a little child in a school bus on his way to preschool. Jenifer let her mouth form a small, almost unnoticeable smile. She rummaged through her purse and took out a tiny mirror that she often used to adjust all of the cosmetics piled on her face. Using it to get a clear view of her mouth, Jenifer twister the tube of lipstick open and applied it to her lips.

The smoking guy who Jenifer already disliked decided to speak up with an odd question about sardines. No one could have said anything more awkward or irrelevant. Jenifer rolled her eyes and stared at the man.

"Excuse me?" retorted Jenifer, a look of disgust on her face. She finished applying her lipstick and set it in her purse. The situation she was in did sadden Jenifer a bit, but that didn't stop her from maintaining her appearance. In her mind, she kept telling herself that there was some person out there with the solution to everything that was happening at that moment. Of course, Jenifer knew how unlikely that was, but she wasn't much of a person to expect a situation where her past, high-end life would be thrown away.

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Character Portrait: Joe Harris Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir Character Portrait: John Lowardi Character Portrait: Sgt. Thomas Henderson and Gunner

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Sardines? Really? Jack smirked a little at that, his shoulders falling to a less tensed position as he let his bag down gently, careful to keep the shotgun hidden under a t-shirt. He didn't choose to say anything in response, but kept the understanding smirk on his lips, At least some people can keep the jokes coming. He leaned against the wall of the truck and crossed his arms, one of legs resting on the knee of the other, a comfortable position, one of the most he had experienced in a while. Under hooded lids he watched the others as the truck started up and left the zone, watching for those that smiled at the man's joke, and those that just glared at him with a misunderstanding.

One such man piqued his interest, a foreigner, European? Jack didn't have too many tourists visit the bar, but he knew some variations of accents from the television that was on constantly overhead when he worked, let alone the fact that the man's English was broken, but understandable. Jack listened to the other passengers introduce themselves, Alex, Luca, Jeff, Beth, himself, the woman he had picked up the make-up for, another man, a serious one at that, and the joker, whom Jack could smell the smoke from. And there was the driver, who made no interaction with the passengers other than a small utterance that sounded foreboding enough for Jack to struggle to ignore it.

Perhaps I should... Socialize. Nodding to affirm his though, he offered a small wave to the others' as he stated his name, "John, you all can call me Jack if you'd please. Glad to be around people who aren't too afraid to talk." his Southern drawl thick in his voice, and a small smile tugging at his lips.

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Character Portrait: Joe Harris Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir Character Portrait: John Lowardi

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Luca shook Jeff's hand, brushing off the foriegner comment. It was true, they had picked an awful time to come to this place.

Then again. Had this spread outside of this city?

His smile faded a moment, before he forced it back to his face. At least everyone so far seemed to be willing to talk to each other, that in itself would help keep them occupied on this trip to the unknown. His gaze drifted towards Beth a moment, and... wait was she pregnant? He felt sorry for her, not even able to imagine how awful it must be for her. He'd been around pregnant women before, and running for your life? Not something you'd want to be doing. Then again, this was better than the alternative.

"Is nice meet you all." He smiled at each in turn, his lips drawing into a thin line shortly afterwards. "It seem it was bad time for holiday."

It was a rather bitter truth, and his mood soured as recent memories came washing back. His gaze lowered to the ground, and he stared at it with a soft sigh.

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Character Portrait: Joe Harris Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir Character Portrait: John Lowardi Character Portrait: Sgt. Thomas Henderson and Gunner

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Jenifer glared at the foreign man, wondering why Beth the pregnant woman and her father Jeffrey took a liking to him. The accent of Luca irritated Jenifer even more than the sounds of the truck. Jack, at the moment, was the only person who she didn't have a slight hatred for. Maybe it was because of the fact that he cared enough to return her prized tube of lipstick to her. Whatever the reason, Jenifer wanted to get out of the truck and into one where she didn't feel like slapping everybody near hear.

"I see everybody's introducing themselves like we're all in some kind of happy meet-and-greet," Jenifer stated out loud, stroking the arm of her draped sweater. "I'm Jenifer. One 'n' only,"

Looking around with a fake smile, Jenifer waved, not trying at the least to come off as a caring and polite person. She knew in the back of her mind that at least one of them thought it was weird that she cared about her appearance in the situation they were in. Observing her tattered, expensive clothes, Jenifer rolled her eyes and returned her focus back to her nails.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Joe Harris Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir Character Portrait: John Lowardi Character Portrait: Sgt. Thomas Henderson and Gunner

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Joe wasn't asleep. If he appeared that way it was only because he didn't intend to engage in meaningless chatter with people he will more than likely never see again. He looked up from under his hat at the young girl crying to her mother about how much the truck was bouncing. It didn't bother Joe much though, he had spent a lot of time in old trucks like this hauling material to job sites. Joe listened closely as the motor knocked at the front of the truck.

"Probably a cylonoid going out."

He spoke quietly before retreating back underneath his hat. It wasn't nothing serious so Joe didn't think he should say anything to the drivers, they more than likely already knew. As long as they didn't stop and idle for a long period of time it would be ok. He noticed that a lot of the people had began to introduce themselves and get friendly with each other. A smile crept across his face as he began to think about how not long ago some of the people in this truck were fighting with each other to get get a seat. That's life, these days it is anyway, and things were only going to get worse. The view could be worse though. Joe had managed to get in the same truck as a few decent looking women at least. A chuckle escaped his lips when he thought about whistling at the scantly clad women as they would walk by his work. Little things like that had made each day just a little more bearable, but now it was gone. In the long run it didn't really matter, he was alive and he was going to stay that way.

The truck bounced again causing Joe to lose his train of thought.

"This is gonna be a long ride."

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Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir Character Portrait: John Lowardi

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☣ Alexandria "Alex" Owens ☣



Alex was surprised that the others began introducing themselves regardless of the situation at hand. But at the same time, it brought a sense of the past back into her brutal reality; people were actually socializing. Alex had almost forgotten the concept entirely.

"Is nice to meet you all." Luca, whom Alex had just met, stated amongst the others. "It seem it was bad time for holiday."

Alex pitied Luca. She imagined how terrible it must have been to be in an estranged place when mass terror struck the nation.

"It's nice to meet you all, too." Alex managed a thin smile to form across her face.

So far she had met Jeff and his daughter, Beth (whom Alex assumed to be pregnant) along with John (maybe Jack?) and Luca.

They all seemed fairly kind to Alex, each with their different personalities and traits. Some had accents, others had extra problems of their own; nevertheless, everyone seemed to have the same exhausted, worn faces.

"I see everybody's introducing themselves like we're all in some kind of happy meet-and-greet," The blonde, who was already beginning to get under Alex's skin, addressed everyone with confidence. "I'm Jenifer. One 'n' only,"

Alex had a great urge to say something back to Jenifer to wipe that selfish smile off her face. Alex clenched her palms together, fighting the nerve. She didn't want to cause any trouble- Not in a situation like this.

"Just brush it off, Alex." She thought, biting her bottom lip as she did.

She sighed, wondering how long of a ride was left and where they were even going.

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Character Portrait: Joe Harris Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir Character Portrait: John Lowardi Character Portrait: Sgt. Thomas Henderson and Gunner

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"don't mind him, my father's a bit of an old codger; he doesn't mean to be impolite.

"That's no way to call your old man, dear." Jeff resented her choice of words. "You called me an old geezer before this. I don't think that is how a proper lady should act." Although Jeff was complaining, it was very obvious that he was trying to keep the tension down. [Tension isn't good for my daughter and my future grandson/daughter. I need to keep her from feeling too overly tensed.] "But anyway, it's nice to meet you all too. World's been plunged into crazy hell and it's very, very refreshing to not see people killing each other, alive or not. I hope we can actually avoid that kind of fate and stay friendly. Nothing can ever come as good from fighting."

Jeff never really looked properly, but there is actually some quite interesting people here. A smoking joker who clearly likes to joke around when possible, a foreign tourist who was thrown into this chaos by mistake; like all of them, a lady who thinks appearance is a must even in this kind of situation, another one but with a less stuck-up feel, a serious man who prefers to be left alone, the man who calls himself John but chooses to be called Jack. And, this is quite normal for them but he still thinks that they're weird, the driver who doesn't talks with the survivors behind him. It's not the same, but it'll work out. At least for once, he isn't seeing people fight each other or eating each other.

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Character Portrait: Joe Harris Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir Character Portrait: John Lowardi

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Zac smirked at the reaction he got, he was happy to see jokes still win and often got the ball rolling for meaningful conversations. Every time Zac went to introduce himself somebody else talked. After a while he just sat there quietly until the rest of the group settled down. During that five minute pause he thought about the meaning of life, universe and everything. The thing that kept popping in his head was the number 42. When he could speak he jumped at the opportunity.

"Personally I think that life was too short to begin with, and that every moment should be used to enjoy yourself. Now with everyone's life expectancy dropping and quickly I might add, it's even more important to keep a smile on your face. If you don't, you just might forget what it means to be human." Zac said as he grabbed his bag on the ground and pulled out a few multi-vitamins and started chewing. They tasted like Flintstones gummies, but worse. Now with a terrible after taste in his mouth he continued, "Zachariah's the name and making people laugh is the game. I prefer being called Zac, but I will also answer to Zachary, Taylor, Xavier, the Z-Meister, Mr. T, and Professor X." He put emphasis on the Professor X, he wondered how many would get the joke. He decided after that one, he wouldn't make any more jokes for a bit. He found it annoying when he hung around people who made jokes all day. Fun way to spend the day...If your not getting attacked by those damn things.

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Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir Character Portrait: John Lowardi Character Portrait: Sgt. Thomas Henderson and Gunner

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Well. It's been a good life. Hopefully whenever we finish this little road trip I can go back to the quiet bartender's life. Jack had started dozing off as the conversation came to a lull, not bothering to hold up any end of it, content with just listening, and answering small questions with one-word answers. His shoulder crushed between the rest of his body and the steel wall of the truck, Jack struggled to find a comfortable position on top of what he assumed were just boards nailed to the floor of the truck, he let out a disgruntled huff as he swung his legs, leading his body to bolt upright with the momentum.

Something didn't sound right.

Jack sidled up to the wall, his ear against the vibrating steel as the truck continued on it's way. It was hard to hear, but sure enough, he heard something that only meant one thing. And the only reason he could hear it... Damn. He nudged his bag closer to himself, slowly uncovering the shotgun and loading it with the utmost care, careful to hide it behind his leg.
"God I'm glad that Nico brought me skeet shooting all those times." He muttered, noticing the other passengers hear the unmistakable chirps and moans. But this is a different gun. And these are different times. He paused, and frowned as he was pushed off of the bench by the force coming from the infect outside, their fists banging harshly against the walls. He only hada moment to flinch before the others started to really react.

Jack glanced at Luca and frowned, sparing a moment to watch as he chanted what Jack assumed to be a prayer in that foreign language of his, Maybe it's time to get into religion. Jack shook his head as he stood, steadying himself as the truck shook and swayed slightly, hearing from behind him Luca stand up,
"Uh... weapon? Are there weapon here?" Jack was about to turn to him and offer the shotgun, only to see Beth hand him her gun, Where did she get that?!

He opened the shotgun again, and counted the shells already loaded, and frowned, pushing one more in, Just in case. He nodded and watched as the driver shouted something unintelligible, and Jenifer run to him with a map. Roamers were freely attacking the front, Jack turned to help before an especially loud thud came from the back of the truck.
Well shit. He could hear them clearly over the engine now, the Roamers becoming more and more frantic as the passengers started to prepare for the worst. And then he heard a scream coming from the driver's direction, watching as Jenifer was face to face with one of the dreaded infected. He took a step over to them and pushed her out of the way, enough to move her so he could get closer, watching as the thing started to leap towards him.

Well this is it. This is how I'm going to die. was the only thought passing through Jack's head as he put the shotgun between the Roamer's teeth, This wasn't how I planned to do this. "Anyone good with killing these things? Anything would be nice right now."

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Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir Character Portrait: John Lowardi Character Portrait: Sgt. Thomas Henderson and Gunner

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☣ Alexandria "Alex" Owens ☣



Darkness seeped throughout the truck, spreading into every visible corner. Alex had fallen asleep as she rested her head against her backpack. It had been a peaceful rest, unlike most nights for Alex. Her dreams were usually filled with memories that she yearned to return to; but of course, that was impossible. Many of the others had chosen to stay quiet as the night approached. Although there wasn't any sort of socialization, Alex felt as if she was surrounded by family. It was a silly thought, but since she hadn't talked to anyone for quite a while, she felt she had already known the strangers. She felt whole again.

Alex's eyes burst open as the sound of an eerie wail spiraled through her ears. She pressed herself up against her palms, her hands now shaking violently.

"No, no, no. This can't be happening." Her heart beat faster with each anxious thought. Was this just one of her nightmares? No, of course it wasn't. The fear was too realistic.

"Zbrane?" Luca, who seemed to also be shaking, addressed Jeff. "Uh... weapon? Are the weapon here?"

As quickly as he had uttered the question, Beth abruptly handed her weapon to Luca. Alex marveled at Beth's generosity. Hopefully everyone else in the vehicle had somehow gotten a weapon along the way to the airport. She couldn't imagine the terror of being defenseless. Hastily, she unzipped her backpack, pulling out a pistol of her own and turning the safety off. She cocked it quickly, considering she had already loaded it earlier.

"What do we do?" Beth anxiously asked towards the front of the truck in the driver's direction.

Alex wondered the same thing as the wails and cries suddenly increased. As they drove onward, she swore she felt the truck move as blatant banging noises started to multiply. Were those things trying to get in? Sweat dripped down her right hand as she clutched onto the pistol tightly.

“Hang on as best you can!” The driver, who seemed to be under a lot of stress, (Alex could imagine why) shouted to the passengers. “I need a navigator, anyone back there who can read a road map!?”

She looked through her backpack. Water, a few granola bars, and some ammo were all that was left inside the pack. Unfortunately, she had no such map.

“I need someone NOW!” The driver barked at the passengers.

Jenifer, who had just let out a blood-curling scream in her timid condition, surprisingly made a statement. "Me, I have one!" She yelled loudly amongst the riders. She clonked her way up to the driver with the stomping of her designer heels. Alex heard shouting at the front of the truck, which made her guess that Jenifer was petrified at the situation. Alex couldn't blame her this time, though. Everyone had a right to be disturbed.

The moans of distorted figures outside of the truck echoed in her ears. She had to do something. And fast. Her heart quickly thumped against her chest.

"I'm going to check out what's going on," She said anxiously, nodding towards each person she had just met.

Alex stood up abruptly, hurriedly walking towards the front of the truck. The truck shook as she made her way clumsily to the front. She then swung the door open which barricaded the rest of the passengers from the driver. There was Jenifer on the verge of a panic attack, and the driver, who seemed to be apart of the military, looking at a map. Through the windshield, Roamers, as she liked to call them, scurried across the street on which they were driving on. Their unnatural limbs and clouded eyes blocked her view as the truck desperately tried to continue forward. Alex was horrified.

She took a deep gulp, determined to help. "Excuse me, Sir." She addressed the driver cautiously. He seemed to be too assertive to reply. "Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe tell these people what to do in case," She paused, looking through the windshield again, apprehensive with the situation. "In case of an emergency?"

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Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: John Lowardi Character Portrait: Sgt. Thomas Henderson and Gunner

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Sergeant Henderson

Henderson had been in the midst of running down a particularly fat zombie when he felt a blow on his shoulder that was mostly absorbed by his body armour but caused him to swerve violently. In a panic he reached for his pistol, intending to shoot whatever it was, fearing the van had been breached, when a distinctly human voice cried out in his ear. A map was fanned in his face like some sort of solution to all his problems.

“What do you want me to do!”

Before he could respond she gave a shriek and stepped back, taking the map with her and he almost felt like laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. Seconds later one of the male passengers had pushed past her, somehow fitting through the small door and firing at one of the undead as it more or less fell off a car towards the truck. He was partially deafened by the blast and Gunner turned swiftly, trying to bite the offending person.

“Back! Both of you!” He snarled, Gunner barking viciously at the two of them, driving them back into the van. “Godamn civilians.” Henderson swore again, trying to read his own map as he wove through the larger groups of undead, the last thing he wanted to do was hit something the truck couldn’t plow through, they were all dead if that happened.

The undead were everywhere and only the speed of the truck was saving them right now. The creatures would see them coming, start moaning and try to grasp the truck as it went by, most of them flailing at the smooth surface to no effect.

Suddenly a soft voice sounded next to him and Gunner stopped barking long enough to lick a proffered hand before snarling at another undead as it banged off the sideview mirror.

"Excuse me, Sir." Came the words. "Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe tell these people what to do in case,” There was a pause, "In case of an emergency?"

He simply nodded to the seat next to him and held the map over his shoulder without looking at her.

“Yes. Sit down right there, look at that map and find out just how far we are from the spot labelled RS4. Keep an eye out for road signs, buildings, anything we can to find out where the hell we are. That spot,” He shook the map in her face again. “Is supposed to be a safehouse, help me get us there.”

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Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: John Lowardi Character Portrait: Sgt. Thomas Henderson and Gunner

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☣ Alexandria "Alex" Owens ☣



Alex watched the driver nod towards the passenger seat on his right as he lifted a map behind his shoulder, practically inches away from Alex's face.

He was clothed in combat-like attire with a camouflaged helmet sitting upon his head. Typical military to Alex.

“Yes. Sit down right there, look at that map and find out just how far we are from the spot labelled RS4. Keep an eye out for road signs, buildings, anything we can to find out where the hell we are. That spot,” The soldier shook the map in her face once more. “Is supposed to be a safehouse, help me get us there.”

She grasped the map, vigorously unfolding it to view its directions, sitting down as she did. She was careful to focus on each line of direction in front of her. Her finger traced and swiveled around pinpoints that clouded the map's various destinations.

"RS4, RS4..." She thought, centralizing on what the driver had muttered to her.

Her eye's continued to dart around each and every inch of the map, hoping to fine the label of "RS4." The wails, cries, and moans of Roamers filled the atmosphere throughout the front of the truck; it only made her determination to find the safehouse even stronger.

"There!" She couldn't contain the anxiety bursting forth from within her. Her fingernail pointed at a the diminutive label "RS4" hovering above a small bullet-point. Her eyes traced the thin black-line leading towards the destination in a backwards motion, hoping to find any familiar buildings or road signs just like he had told her to.

Alex looked up from the tattered map. Roamers sustained their constant attacks against the truck, continually running into the vehicle or getting in the way of its ongoing direction. Beyond the Roamer-fest, Alex faintly viewed a shadow of an abandoned building. She looked back at the map, sighting the conventional building, which was a motel of some sort, that matched the distant structure off the side of the road.

"Ok," She turned her gaze towards the soldier. "We're about six and a half miles from RS4. To our right is a Motel 8 which obviously sets us in the direction we're supposed to go." She took a deep breath, looking back at the faded map. "So far, you should keep going straight, but once you see Exit 112, which will be to our right, you'll go through the exit and continue straight, hopefully coming across RS4. If we see a Jasper State Park sign, we're heading in the right direction. RS4 will be about one point five miles away from there."

Alex put the map in her lap, looking back at the driver. "Got all that?" She barley uttered to say, now out of breath. "Oh, and I'm Alex. I don't think we had a chance to introduce ourselves," Suddenly, Alex flinched in her seat, watching a Roamer lurch out in front of the windshield. It scraped its decaying fingernails across the glass, leaving a minute scratch as it flailed off of the vehicle. "Shit!" Her fingers tightened onto the arm rests beside her. She wondered if Jenifer and Jack, who had been pushed back into the truck during some commotion, were alright, including the rest of the others.

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The loud clanging echoed throughout the container as the screams and shouts were amplified by the hollow container. Joe immediately shot up and began looking around at the other people, each searching for answers of their own. He could hear the driver up front shouting for assistance, but from the influx of people crowding the small space that led to the cab of the truck it was a fools errand to try to speak to him. This wasn't the first time this had happened to Joe. Had had been in a U-haul with a group of survivors before he had reached the airport. The infected had surrounded the U-haul to a point that they couldn't even move. The driver had tried to run away which attracted the attention of the infected allowing a few survivors to make a break for it, Joe just hoped his luck was help him a second time.

A foreign boy was asking for a gun, and Joe finally decided to speak to the people inside the container before these kids got them killed.

"A gun wont be of any use inside here, by the way your shaking you might end up doing more harm than good. The less guns we have floating around the better"

Joe stood and braced himself up in one of the corners while he watched, and waited for the worst to happen.

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When the screams started letting loose Zac dropped his usual attitude. Jokes wouldn't save them from the damn psycho's outside, and a gun would be pretty much useless right now, and when Luca asked for a gun; he wasn't jumping up to give away his baby. Yang had gotten him out of some pretty hairy situations. He couldn't believe how panicky people got when certain death surrounded them in obvious ways. He reached under his shirt and grabbed his necklace. He rubbed it three times and put it away. He wasn't really the religious type, but in times of great peril or need; God always had an open ear... and an empty heart.

"I need someone NOW!!!!"

Zacs' head shot up when the driver yelled at them, he had no clue what the guy wanted and had no intention of finding out. He was kind of relieved when he saw Jenifer walk up there. When Alex made her way up there, he wasn't to happy about that. She didn't make him want to shove screwdrivers in his ears, yet. That's when everyone started brandishing guns, 'Great, not only do I have to worry about getting eaten, now I have to worry about getting hit with a ricochet too. F#@K ME.' Zac muttered to himself.

"A gun won't be of any use inside here, by the way your shaking you might end up doing more harm than good. The less guns we have floating around the better."

The older man was the one who spoke. Zac couldn't have agreed more. He tried to resist the urge to grab Yang. The worst possible thing he could think of was the truck hitting something and started rolling, and with that all of the guns with the safeties off. It would be like the 4th of July in the truck.

"Would everybody calm down, we're in a metal truck going at least going 40. The only possible way the psycho's could enter is through the doors and they're locked," Zac didn't add the part about them probably being locked from the outside. That sure as hell wouldn't have helped morale. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and stuck one in his mouth. He didn't light it. The smoke would only irritate people more. For now only having the thing in his mouth was all he needed.

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In his little dream, Jeff thought he could finally get away from all the troubles that had always been clinging onto him like a koala and finally be able to rest easily like when he did back during the days. Oh how he missed the days when he could smile freely everyday, without giving a care to anything nor anyone but his family at all. Now the times has changed, and he was sure as hell that this isn't the time for him to be reminiscing the past. Now, he had to concentrate on getting his daughter and probably the people here to safety.

The intense wails and cries of both the living and the non-living just increases the tension in the metallic truck, and he knew that he had to somehow calm everyone down, one way or another. When Luca asked him for a gun, he was about to tell him no, Beth went ahead and passed him her gun. Then she asked for a gun from Jeff. He quickly had Beth sit back down, and rested her hands on her laps. "Dear, we won't need a gun for now. If the worst comes, I'll give you one. But for now, it's awfully cramped inside here and with the safety off, any accident would mean a life gone, and a bullet wasted. Just calm down. I'm sure our driver is getting us to safety. Let's not stress him any more." He told her, making sure that everyone heard him.

Alex and Jenifer had already went to the front of the truck to help. However, Jenifer was approached by one of them when a man pulled her back and shot it. But it was expected when the driver pushed those back into the truck. Alex was the only one who was with the driver, and Jeff assumed that the driver needed her help. He stood up, hung on to the wall to prevent him from falling, and walked to the driver seat. Along the way, he had the panicking Luca sat down and turned the safety off.

"How far until we get to the next safe-house, Alex?" He questioned the girl who sat beside the driver who clearly wore like a military. He recognized it thanks to him past experience in military. Judging from his clothing, he's a Sergeant. But he ignored that and concentrated on getting himself balanced and on the answer he was about to get from Alex.

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Sergeant Henderson

Henderson gritted his teeth as he nodded to the girl, showing her that he had hear her. Once he was certain he was on the right track he did his best to tune the rest of them out which proved to only make the undead seem even louder. Gunner was between him and the girl now, eyes huge as he stared into the darkness.

"Mother of pearl..." Henderson swore to himself as he swerved around a swarm of undead that loomed suddenly from the darkness. He was certain that their numbers were dropping off though and he hadn't seen an abandoned truck in some time, hopefully they were still clustered around what remained of the last convoy.

He was impressed by his navigators nerve and had to admit some grudging admiration to himself, if they got through this in one piece he would buy her a beer, or dinner, whatever the hell she wanted. She was certainly doing her best to keep the rest of the passengers quiet which was more than he could do at the moment.

Exit 112 appeared on his right and he turned carefully, negotiating a black Lincoln town car that was flipped on its roof. The undead were scarce now and he felt himself relaxing slightly. It was a big mistake.

As the truck crested the exit he suddenly found his entire field of vision filled with undead that swung towards him as one giant creature. They filled the road from verge to verge and vanished into the darkness beyond the beams of his headlights.

"Hang on!" He roared, spinning the wheel to the left, taking the heavy truck into a 90 degree turn that must have had them standing high on only two wheels.

He mashed his foot down on the accelerator and the trucks engine screamed in protest as he plunged off the road and into the fields on the side of the road. He knew at once that they were in trouble as the heavy truck began to sink into the field, its wheels spinning and screaming in protest.

"Mother f**cker..." He muttered, the words turning into a shout of alarm as the ground in front of him vanished. He tried to hammer on the brakes but he was a second to slow and the truck heaved itself over the edge and into a deep ditch half filled with water.

The crash jerked him forward, the seatbelt preventing him from slamming face first into the metal bars as water poured in through the windows. He quickly snapped the belt, booted the door open and, with Gunner in tow, launched himself into the cold water. For a moment he feared a hand grasping at his ankle but nothing came. He looked back at the truck, its taillights burning like beacons in the darkness, the screams of the passengers inside loud in the night.

He could leave them, make his way into the woods and wait for an air evac, it would be easy. For one long moment he was tempted but then Gunner barked, grabbing his attention as the dog bounded towards the truck. He dragged himself from the creek and raced to the back of the truck, the moans of the undead getting louder, and threw the doors open, he never would know why they were locked from the outside.

"Come on, move!" He shouted at the terrified faces, turning and crouching to fire at the first of the undead that came from the darkness. There were only a few but the horde wouldn't be far behind. "Shotgun is still racked in the front, grab it if you can!"

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"Hang on!"

The call came too late for Luca and soon he found himself thrown about the back of the truck like a rag doll. Water began pouring in through the window and it leaked in through the gaps of the doors.

Everything hurt, everything was loud and just when he thought he couldn't get any more scared.. it happened. Were they going to drown? Where was the driver? He managed to find his pack and he gripped it, clinging to it as if it would save him or something.

They were going to die here. Drown, or get eaten by those things. He knew it!

He clambered off of... whoever it was he'd been thrown on to, and scrambled to the doors. As he raised his hands to start pounding on them in a futule effort, they swung open and the driver stood there with the undead stumbling towards them.

"Come on, move!"

A shot was fired and Luca's ears rang, but he didn't have to be told twice. That truck was a death trap for sure, and even though they were surrounded by the infected... they probably wouldn't die quite so fast. Once he was out, he turned and helped the others get out of the truck.

Now he regretted putting that pistol down.

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After being forced out of the cabin where the driver was, Jenifer just stood where she was, unknowingly squeezing Jack's arm the whole time. The panic completely blinded her from what was going on for a moment, only noticing Jeffrey rush past Jack and her and into the driver's cabin.

For a short moment, all Jenifer could feel was calmness. Maybe the horror finally got to her; Jenifer ceased breathing heavily and let go of Jack's arm. She looked around the truck, seeing the terrified expressions on most of the people in truck eighteen. I'm going to die, thought Jenifer. That sudden burst of soothing emotion ended when the truck viciously swerved. Screaming, Jenifer fell face-first onto the ground, busting her lip.

"What's going on!" cried Jenifer as she turned herself over, too afraid to pick herself up. The truck was being maneuvered wildly. The driver must have seen something alarming to cause the vehicle to drive unstably. Sounds of the driver's fierce, uninterpretable words flew out of the driver's cabin. Jenifer couldn't help but shriek due to the horrifying climax of the situation.

Suddenly, the truck felt as if it was flying in air. The ground underneath it disappeared. Jenifer's screams became louder as the truck made impact with water, the inside of the vehicle beginning to flood. She finally pulled herself off the ground and pushed through the many people dashing to the only exit of the truck. Luca scrambled to the doors and raised his hands, looking as if he was about to pound of them. Jenifer only then realized that they were locked from the outside.

The doors flew open. The driver was there, yelling for everybody to move on out of the truck. Roamers were behind him. Jenifer shoved everybody out of her way and dashed to the doors, lending her hand to the driver so that he could assist her out.

"Help me out," she demanded to the driver. Even in the predicament she was in, Jenifer was not just going to jump into freezing water. She was going to gently be let off, and what happened after that was completely up to the people who were brave enough to face the living dead approaching them.

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Beth knew she was being stupid, asking her father for a gun when they were squashed in a tiny truck - Too many things could go wrong, but she just couldn't help it, Beth would do everything and anything to insure her father and child their safety.

"Hang on!"
Beth just managed to grab onto the underside of her seat she was sitting on before the truck swerved, Luca bolted and was thrown hard around the truck.
Water started to leak in and Beth finally excepted that this was it, she was going to die.

Then the doors opened, the Driver was there, yelling at them to get out. Beth's ears were still ringing and she jumped from the truck, feeling a sharp pain shoot up her leg, she had no time to worry about that now.

Suddenly Beth found herself standing in a little lake and then realised it might not be a lake of water, they were standing in the middle of the infected's feeding ground, or that's what it felt like.
Beth then held out her hand, to help her father down and watched as Jenifer demanded the driver give her a hand out.
Good God that girl infuriated her, why is she demanding help out? I'm not and I'm pregnant for crying out loud Beth though bitterly, sort of wishing she had asked someone for help out; the pain was back, but this time, more centred around her stomach.

Beth could only pray her child make it. She would be shattered if the only thing [besides her Father] that kept her fighting back; kept her trying to survive, died.

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☣ Alexandria "Alex" Owens ☣



She looked into the clouded eyes of the undead, appearing out of no where through the eerie darkness. Her own eyes widened, looking at the sergeant with an uneasy expression.

"Hang on!" He exclaimed, jolting the steering wheel to the left. The truck tilted off of its balance.

Her heart began to race. Alex clutched onto the arm rests as the truck spun off the road. The vehicle plunged into a field, the truck now battered and damaged beyond fixing. Water began to seep through the cracks and crevasses of the van, flooding over Alex's feet. Her breathing became labored as fear struck the inside of her heart.

"Shit!" She thought with panic. Now was not a good time for an asthma attack.

The sergeant slammed on the brakes, only sending them farther down into the water with a deep crash. Alex jolted forward as her feet dangled above the invisible ground beneath her. The seat belt dug into her neck, preventing her from going through the windshield. She gasped for air once more as the agitation increased.

The sergeant had managed to escape with the snapping of his belt. Alex did the same, propelling herself off of the metal bars below her. She quickly grabbed onto the handle of the door, flinging it open as she climbed her way out. Water surged past her, forcing her grip to loosen.

"Come on, move!" The sergeant barked at the back of the vehicle, his hand motioning for everyone to evacuate.

Alex heard the cries of the infected become louder as the seconds rolled on. Her breathing was still strained. She couldn't comprehend how the asthma attack had to happen at this instant. Couldn't it wait? She forced her way up through the truck as the others escaped in front of her. Luca was helping the passengers get out, along with the sergeant.

She coughed, straining her way up the walkway towards the exit. Her fingertips tightened against the pistol, which was now more like a body part, in case of any danger approaching. Most likely, there probably was.

Alex looked up at the exit; she glimpsed Beth and Luca (who was continuing to help the others) outside the truck. At least Alex knew some of the others had made it to safety. She wondered if Zac, Jeff, and Jack were alright. She could already hear Jenifer's obnoxious voice ask the sergeant for help, so she was guessing she had at least made it out alive.

Eventually, Alex had managed to finally reach the exit, pushing her way out of the disastrous truck and into the creek. Survivors trudged around the crash sight, distraught of what to do next. She watched as distressed expressions populated her vision. She wanted to help, but unfortunately, Alex had problems of her own. The asthma attack had gotten worse as a result of the panic. She had difficulty breathing as she focused on calming herself, but the pain in her chest had enlarged. She flung her backpack off of her shoulders, desperately searching for an inhaler.

"Please let it be here..." She thought with desperation.

She rummaged through her bag until the inhaler came into view. Lurching onto it as if it would disappear, she forced the medicine into her mouth. It circulated through her lungs, making it a little less challenging to breathe; it was easier now, but she still strained.

She looked up from the inhaler, focusing her attention on what had just taken place. Her eyes viewed the sight of dismayed, confused people. What were they going to do now? All she could hear were the moans and cries of approaching Roamers. She put her finger on the trigger of her pistol, pulling it closer to herself.

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When was it that he finally had the time to relax? He don't know it himself. It's probably days or weeks ago but to him, it felt like forever. The times where birds chirped happily and innocent children runs around the streets sounded like harmony to him now, even though he thought it was a pain back then. What had it all became? Thousands of walkers now replaced the children on street and the moaning and wails of them replaced the chirps. Back then, he was too naive. Way too naive. He thought his days would never come to an end. Boy, was he ever so wrong. Hours ago, they were joking happily. Minutes ago, they had a small shining glitter of hope. Now, it was all probably history.

The crash was probably what worried him the most. When the truck crashed, the thought of his daughter getting hurt roamed all around his head. Death was probably something much less worse than seeing two people; both his family, die right in front of him. He can feel water slowly filling the truck, and at the same time, he could hear the driver rushing out his door since he was close to the driver seat. Alex got out later, and in mere seconds, the back door flung open, along with Luca, who was thrown to the back of the truck by the crash. The Sergeant and Luca quickly helped escorted the passengers, and Jenifer demanded help from them. He couldn't blame her. Most humans tend to be eager to save their lives instead of others. Beth was out already, and she already had reached out her hands to save Jeff.

Jeff really wanted to take that hand. He really do. But if his daughter is safe, he doesn't have anything else to worry about other than the walkers outside. He quickly helped the other passengers inside out by pushing them up, and slowly, they got out successfully with the help of Sergeant and the others. "Go, Jenifer!" He pushed Jenifer up, awaiting for someone to take her up next. He thought that because he's old and considering the position he's in, he needs to help the others first before getting himself back up. He's really scared of death deep down, and he's already visibly shaking all over. But if he, the oldest in group, starts to panic, the others might follow and might start having negative thoughts that might slow them down on the rescuing process. "Everybody get out now! I'll help out! The Sarge and the others will take you up! Do not panic and stay calm! We're gonna get out of this alive!" Even his voice was shaky. He took the bet that the others will probably be, even a little bit, motivated to getting out of this situation alive.

But every possible moment his mind comes up with some wild consequences of his actions. [I gotta STOP THINKING ABOUT THESE THINGS, and focus on getting these people and especially my daughter to safety!]

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Joe's head and back were slammed against the metal wall of the container causing him to fall to the floor in pain. He was disoriented, and he was having a hard time regaining his footing as he tried to stand. He didn't seem to be seriously injured, but the pain was easily apparent on his face. The truck must have finally crashed, Joe was half expecting it but he still wasn't prepared. That didn't really matter now though, all that mattered was getting as far away as possible. The giant container doors flung open and the soldier that had been driving was yelling for everyone to get out. At least he knew how dangerous this situation was, and with the sound of the infected growing closer the danger steadily became more real.

Joe staggered to his feet and shook his head trying to focus as he made his way to the back of the container. As he did he passed the mother and little girl that had been sitting across from him. It appeared that the girl had broken her neck in the crash, and though Joe knew the pain this woman was going through, he kept moving. As he jumped out of the truck he landed in the water and it seemed most people had already began running away. While that wasn't a bad idea at the moment, with no clue where to go next Joe decided to stay with the soldier boy for now.

"Ok then, what's the plan hotshot?"

Joe said as he walked in the direction of the soldier.

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As the Sarge yelled for them to hang on the only thing going through Zac's mind was a single word repeated numerous times over again. He had no idea what they were hitting or why all he could feel was that slight moment of weightlessness as the truck dropped into the drink. The crash into the water hurt his ears. He had been the cushion for not one person, but two. They landed right on his stomach. He was having a hard time breathing. As the first person got off of him he felt the water start to leak into the truck. He looked left and saw the cigarette that was in his mouth in two pieces and was starting to get water logged.

"God damn it. I should be put in jail for cigarette abuse." He said to himself.

The second person wasn't getting off of him. He tried to move his right arm and found it was wedged under a seat. Zac coughed as he went to move his left arm. This time he was met with a whole lot of nothing. He couldn't feel his arm. He decided against looking at it for now. The adrenaline was keeping him from feeling whatever was wrong with his arm. He moved his arm and pushed the dead guy off of him. He saw what killed him, a swift hit to the head. Blood was starting to mix with the water flowing in. He pulled his arm free and started heading towards the doors. He saw his backpack on the floor and grabbed it.

He stood at the containers' door and jumped to dry land. Zac dropped down to his knees and started kissing the ground. It was the best tasting dirt he's ever eaten. He sighed and pulled a cigarette out of his pack. He grabbed his matches and light his cancer stick.

"Thank god. I thought I'd never see dry land again."

Zac looked at his left arm and saw blood, he rolled up his sleeve and saw a gash about 3 inches long and about half an inch wide. "Hey guys not to make people panic, but I got a bad injury here. I think I need stitches, or at the very least some help. I don't think I'm cut out for this line of work."