Announcements: Cutting Costs (2024) » January 2024 Copyfraud Attack » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Member Shoutout Thread » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newcomers » RPG Chat — the official app » Frequently Asked Questions » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Adapa Adapa's for adapa » To the Rich Men North of Richmond » Shake Senora » Good Morning RPG! » Ramblings of a Madman: American History Unkempt » Site Revitalization » Map Making Resources » Lost Poetry » Wishes » Ring of Invisibility » Seeking Roleplayer for Rumple/Mr. Gold from Once Upon a Time » Some political parody for these trying times » What dinosaur are you? » So, I have an Etsy » Train Poetry I » Joker » D&D Alignment Chart: How To Get A Theorem Named After You » Dungeon23 : Creative Challenge » Returning User - Is it dead? » Twelve Days of Christmas »

Players Wanted: Serious Anime Crossover Roleplay (semi-literate) » Looking for a long term partner! » JoJo or Mha roleplay » Seeking long-term rp partners for MxM » [MxF] Ruining Beauty / Beauty x Bastard » Minecraft Rp Help Wanted » CALL FOR WITNESSES: The Public v Zosimos » Social Immortal: A Vampire Only Soiree [The Multiverse] » XENOMORPH EDM TOUR Feat. Synthe Gridd: Get Your Tickets! » Aishna: Tower of Desire » Looking for fellow RPGers/Characters » looking for a RP partner (ABO/BL) » Looking for a long term roleplay partner » Explore the World of Boruto with Our Roleplaying Group on FB » More Jedi, Sith, and Imperials needed! » Role-player's Wanted » OSR Armchair Warrior looking for Kin » Friday the 13th Fun, Anyone? » Writers Wanted! » Long term partner to play an older male wanted »

0
followers
follow

Zac Taylor

"I may talk to myself but, I'm not crazy... or at least I'm not trying to eat your face off."

0 · 638 views · located in Badlands

a character in “Aftermath: Survivor's Struggle”, as played by cheater0611

Description

Zachariah Taylor

"So two guys walk into a bar. The second guy turns to the first guy and goes, 'why didn't you warn me?"

_______________________________________________________Just the Truth______________________________________________________
Nickname: Zac

Age: 23

Gender: "I'm sure I'm a guy but, I do like watching chick flicks and I'm a sucker for a decent romance novel. So it could be debated."

Originally from: Connecticut

Former Occupation: "I was once part of the illustrious career of cleaning up after a whole bunch of stupid people," "You looked after the special needs?" "No, I was a janitor at a mall."

Physical Description: Zac stands roughly 5'11" and weighs 180 lbs. He doesn't really have much in the way of muscle mass or tone, but he isn't really lanky and gangly either. His black hair almost makes it to his dark blue eyes. He has a few scars on his body, most of them are burns on his fingers to prove that he was a smoker. He seems to have a constant smirk on his face. If you catch him while he thinks nobody is watching him, he might be muttering under his breath.

Personality: Zac is the type of person who is really good at hiding on how his mental health truly is. He's also the type of person who you instantly like or you hate his guts. He is a happy go lucky person and often has a joke to crack. Due to this people often think he doesn't understand the severity of situations. Zac usually does and tries to make others smile and laugh in times where it might not seem appropriate. It's merely his way of trying to keep the people around him looking on the brighter side of things. He also has a knack for listening to people's problems, because of this he has developed somewhat of a slight disorder. He's pretty open about it. He talks to himself to help him think things through. Whenever he's caught doing it, Zac merely slides it off with a joke.

Equipment: Zac is wearing a black t-shirt with a dark blue long sleeve shirt underneath, a pair of khaki colored cargo pants, his white socks, and his pair of steel toe boots a half a size to big. He does have a backpack, it's a hikers one, so it has several different clasps to prevent it from falling off. In the bag are a slew of protein bars, multi-vitamins, a couple bottles of water, and 4 pairs of socks. He has a Colt 1911 tucked into the small of his back and a crowbar somewhere on his person. It changes locations depending on the situation. In his pants is his wallet which contains a few bucks, his ID, some cards, house keys, and more importantly a book of matches. He also has a few packs of cigarettes tucked away in his pockets.

Outbreak: Zac was at work when he first got the call about his sister going into the coma. After a few days of similar cases being reported all over the world he resigned himself to the fact that his sister wasn't going to awaken or for anyone else for that matter. His employers shut down the mall after the fact that most of Zacs' fellow employees also fell into coma's.

During the final days of the coma period he often walked down from his place and strolled around the mall. He didn't steal anything, he was sure that life would return back to normal soon. Zac was in front of a sports store when he received a phone call. He couldn't handle the news, he dropped his phone and dropped to his knees. Tears were streaming down his face. He started cursing God and after a few minutes he picked himself up and wiped his tears away. He grabbed the nearest trash can and started looting his former place of employment. He would have roughly 20 minutes before others started showing up and started taking for themselves. He decided to head west, get away from the coast and the major cities.

So begins...

Zac Taylor's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Zac Taylor
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Zac looked down at his ticket number and saw it was indeed number 18. He stood up and adjusted his backpack. He wanted to make sure that everything was secure. He reached around to the back of his pants to make sure his gun was still there. He wouldn't have gotten here without it, and he sure as hell wasn't going to lose it or give it up to these military assholes. He looked around and saw where the gate was the Colonel was talking about. He also saw a few other survivers with cigarettes in their mouths in front of a few military men.

'Alright... logic dictates that this is still an airport even though that no planes are coming or going and it's against the rules to smoke cigarettes in an airport. Now, the world has gone to shit and now stupid little rules like that don't matter,' Zac was muttering to himself. Satisfied with his logic he pulled out an open pack of smokes and grabbed one of those deathly sticks. He grabbed his Bic lighter out from his pocket and tried to light the cigarette. First time; no flame appeared, second time; same thing, third time; we have lift off. He inhaled the cancerous smoke and shook his lighter to his ear, empty. He was lucky to get the damn thing to light at all. He threw his lighter in the nearest thrash can and made his way to the gate. He wondered what type of people would be in the truck with him.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Zac Taylor
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image


An intense, nasal voice rang through the airport as a young blonde woman dressed in tattered designer clothes dropped to the ground, her hands frantically searching for something that has been lost. Her name was Jenifer Drop, a nineteen year old survivor of the outbreak. In the airplane that was headed towards Hartfield-Jackson Airport in Georgia, many people gave Jenifer concerned and confused looks due to her clothing and appearance. Most of them thought someone such as Jenifer would surely be dead by now.

"Has anyone seen an Estee Lauder lipstick anywhere?" announced Jenifer, dusting herself off as she stood up. None of the many people rushing to their destinations seemed to care. Jenifer angrily sighed. She cared a bit too much of her appearance, especially at that moment where she had the most hygienic and pampered look out of everyone at the airport.

A man yelled for all people with eighteen on their ticket to start loading on a truck. Jenifer glanced at her ticket; eighteen was written on it. She flipped her hair to the side and held on to an of the sweater draped over her shoulder. In her mind, Jenifer imagined the type of people who she would be riding the truck with. Tightening her grip on her designer purse, Jenifer sauntered to the gate.

There, Jenifer spotted a black-haired man smoking. She gasped in disgust. Smoking, really? Jenifer let out a high-pitched grunt and marched towards the man. She rolled her eyes and fanned the smoke from the cigarette away from her face.

"Are you in truck eighteen?" questioned Jenifer, glaring at the man with cold eyes. She tied the arms of her sweater, not wanting it to fall off her shoulders. From the look of the smoking man, Jenifer knew she was not going to enjoy being in truck eighteen.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir Character Portrait: Joe Harris
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Joe was sitting up against the far wall half asleep when he heard the soldier give the order for another truck to be loaded. Joe reached into the front pocket of his shirt and pulled out the small slip of white paper and unfolded it to reveal the number eighteen. He grabbed his bad and stood, throwing it over one shoulder as he did so, and began to walk towards the truck parked near the gate. He noticed that the majority of the airport had been cleared out, and only a few trucks remained as he walked past the Colonel and gave him a slight nod.

He made it to the back of the truck where he noticed a few others that had already made there way to the truck. Most of them seemed to be rather young but a survivor is a survivor, and Joe was happy for anyone that made it. He made his way towards the front of the truck, trying to get as far out of sight as possible, and hoping that this group of kids wouldn't be chattering on about mundane stuff. Once he was there and he sat down on the small wooden bench type thing that had been installed in the truck and pulled his cap down over his eyes.

"Truck eight teen, northbound to hell."

He spoke to himself before crossing his arms and once again trying to find a small respite from the horror that had befell the world. His thoughts began to drift, and he only hoped they would reach their destination safely.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir Character Portrait: Joe Harris
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Kaaaat
☣ Alexandria "Alex" Owens ☣




"Run, Alex. Run."

The adrenaline began to kick through Alex's veins. She felt her pulse intensify with each stride as she bolted across the asphalt, her heart now racing. Sweat was trapped beneath the inside of her grey, tattered t-shit as she dashed through the empty streets, hoping to find some sort of refuge-- A place where she could shield her eyes from those things... Those somber figures that clouded every square inch of her ever-growing nightmares. The mere thought of 'them' made a chill run through Alex's spine.

A bolt of lighting cracked behind her in the distance, now summoning the rain. Her russet hair began to tharsh through the violent wind. A cry of help spiraled out of Alex's lungs in a plea for anyone... Anyone.

A languid groan echoed in the distance.

A second chill consumed Alex.

"Run, Alex. Run."

She turned around, horrified at the sight before her. It was her worst nightmare yet. A limping, yellow-toothed Roamer with a side of flesh carved out of its face let out a high pitched screech as others of its kind surrounded Alex, collapsing over her body. She felt the paralyzing emotion of fear absorb her mind once more. Her agonizing scream was swallowed by silence as she fell into a deep pit of darkness.



"Now loading truck eighteen! Those with that number on their ticket please proceed to the gate!

Alex awoke from her dream, her heart still thumping quickly against her chest. The lack of sleep from the past few days was finally catching up to her. She rubbed her eyes as her vision blurred; she had now stepped back into her crushing reality as she identified her sorrowful surroundings. She was at the Hartfield-Jackson Airport in Atlanta. She had managed to meet up with a barley functioning RV while uprooting herself north towards Georgia and away from Florida. The family owning the vehicle were Mexican, so they couldn't speak much English; but together they had managed to face the odds and make it to the last quarantined zone in the city. Eventually, they were separated amongst the bustling crowd at the airport. Alex wondered if they were alright.

She jumped off of her uncomfortable temporary bed, an iron bench, and headed towards the line of the white trucks. There was much yelling, mostly families arguing over seats or a few tickets left to collect a ride. She even glimpsed a fist-fight between a few men quarreling over something. Food? Water? A seat? It horrified her how much things had changed over the course of a few days.

She arrived at the gate of Truck 18, shaking as she did. Alex didn't know what to expect anymore. "Help me, God." She muttered under her breath. "Help these people."

Once more her eyes viewed the innocent faces of trembling citizens. What would happen to the ones left behind? Would they be murdered? Thoughts began warping through her mind. Eyeing the inhabitants, she spotted a man roughly her age begin to smoke (reminding Alex of her need for a much appreciated cigarette) while a blonde approached him as he made his way to the towards the truck line. She looked spiffy in her designer clothes; Alex wasn't sure if she was appropriately dressed for the situation at hand. It made her smile inside a bit.

"C'mon, you're holding up the line!" A gruff guard, dressed in combat-like clothes, addressed her loudly.

She scurried up to the man, handing him the ticket. He looked at it, his eyes tracing over the number '18.' He quickly tore it into two, crumpled it up and threw it in the small trash can to his right.

"You got a weapon?" He tilted his glasses downward to watch Alex's reply.

"Yes." She barley mumbled to say.

"Good," He cleared his throat. "I don't know, I haven't been on the road, but- You might need it. Proceed forward."

She hastily walked onto the boarding steps of the bus, clutching onto the rusty railing. A few eyes met her gaze, making her feel as if she was being spied on. Her fingers traced the strap of her backpack, feeling it's scratchy fabric for a sense of comfort. As she passed the onlookers, she proceeded to take a seat next to a man perhaps around her age with shaggy brownish hair, and a bit of a gritty beard.

Alex took a deep breath, curling strands of hair behind her ears to focus on what was in front of her. She viewed an older man with dark hair sitting diagonally from her, crossing his arms. A few others in the truck drifted off to sleep. She looked at the tired and worn faces of a woman and her young daughter, and a dark skinned-man fidgeting with his fingers in his lap, murmuring under his breath.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: John Lowardi
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image


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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"So, ah.... Who ordered the Sardines?" The black-haired smoker asked moments after the engine of the truck sputtered and burst into life with a roar.

Sardines? Luc racked his memory, it sounded close to sardinka, which were those awful, smelly salty fish that came packed in a little... Oh. Right. He got it now. It was a joke.

A little smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he icebreaking joke took it's effect on him, and he even chuckled a little bit. "Ja nei..." He paused, realising there was a very near one hundred percent chance that no one else in here spoke Slovak. Luc tried again, in stiled, heavily accented English. "I do not." He shook his head, still smiling.

At least one of the people he was travelling with seemed to retain a sense of humour. Serious people drove him insane, and he just didn't understand them! How could someone go through life without laughter?

Extending his hand towards Zac, his smile widened a little. "I am Luca. Is nice to meet, even in bad time."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Kaaaat
☣ Alexandria "Alex" Owens ☣



Alex's eyes slowly traced a red-haired woman entering the truck, who was one of the last of the few to find a seat among the others. Behind her a man followed, perhaps her father, watching her closely with each step. The woman, who looked among Alex's age, squinted her eyes as she proceeded to take a seat. By the expression plastered onto her face, Alex could tell she was in a bit of pain. It saddened Alex that anyone had any extra problems durning this living Hell. She felt sorry for her.

Suddenly, the doors of the battered truck closed with a loud snap. Alex flinched in her seat. She watched darkness cascade over the passengers' exhausted faces as the doors barricated any sort of sunlight from entering the vehicle.

The thought of leaving any place safe made goosebumps arise across Alex's skin. Once again, her fingertips met the straps of her backpack. She tightened her grip, taking a deep breath as Truck 18's motor roared beneath her feet.

"Mommy, where are they taking us?" A small child's voice echoed at the front of the truck.

As if Alex was the young girl's mother, she felt fear consume her mind as she listened closely.

"I don't know, Sweetheart," The mother hesitated to reply. "I just know that it's somehwhere safe. Get some rest."

Alex knitted her eyebrows together frustratingly. It angered her that the military didn't even bother to tell them where they were going. She had heard all sorts of rumors of which area was safer or where you should go; but she didn't have a clue what to believe or who to trust.

"So, ah.... Who ordered the Sardines?"

Alex couldn't help but smirk at the remark; she hadn't heard any humor in what seemed like decades.

She turned her focus towards the man who made the comment amidst the awkward silence fueling throughout the truck. In the darkness she could glimpse his figure. He was tall, at least taller than she was with a muscular build. She could tell that he had dark, black hair, although the bleak atmosphere covered most of his features.

"Could he be they guy who was having a smoke earlier?" She thought to herself.

Alex looked at him carefully.

"Never thought I'd hear another joke, considering the circumstances." She smiled, trying to make eye contact with him throughout the darkness. "I'm Alex, by the way."

"I am Luca. Is nice to meet, even in bad time." Another man, who was thought by Alex to be foreign because of his broken English, also addressed him with high spirits. He had shaggy, brownish hair with a bit of a beard. She sat a short distance away from him, so she could see him along with most of his features.

Alex smiled for the first time in a few days as a result of some sociality.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"You shouldn't be exerting yourself now, honey. Take a rest." Jeff desperately tried to ease, even just a little, of her pain. Pregnant with a baby in this crazy shit of a world is more than enough pain already. Even though he's old but in a good and healthy condition, the thought of the pain his daughter is going through right now is almost unbearable for him. He wished that he can bring her to somewhere absolutely safe so that she can have a safe delivery. But he knows very well that that is a one in a million chance. If there were a place like that. everyone would have been talking about it right now. The very reason he boarded this truck was because he wanted to take a chance. If this turns to hell too, he wouldn't know what to do. Well, all he can do now is to protect his beloved daughter.

"So, ah.... Who ordered the Sardines?"

Maybe he was old and was out-of-time, but he didn't get why did he asked this. [Sardines? Who could have ordered sardines now? Besides, sardines are fishes cramped together inside a can. But I don't see a ca- Oh.] He quickly realized that the young man was cracking a joke. <Ah, I'm getting old and slow.> Then, a man whose English is clearly broken, introduced himself with a heavy accent. "Oh, a foreigner, eh? Didn't expect to see one here, but then again, we are living in this messed-up world, so I guess it wouldn't be weird to see one." Jeff reached out his hands, signalling a handshake. "I'm Jeffrey. Call me Jeff. This is my daughter, Beth. Nice to meet you, Luca."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir Character Portrait: Sgt. Thomas Henderson and Gunner
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"So, ah.... Who ordered the Sardines?"


Beth forced a small smile onto her face, quickly realising the man was joking. It didn't really feel like an appropriate time, but she was never one to be rude.
Hearing a man introduce himself, in a thick accent, as 'Luca' Beth smiled at him and listened as her Father introduced both of them, chewing on her lip as he talked about 'not expecting to see 'one' here."
Frowning, Beth quickly apologises for her father, "don't mind him, my father's a bit of an old codger; he doesn't mean to be impolite."

She then proceeds to look around the rest of the tiny vehicle, that man was definitely right about them being packed in like sardines, God, Beth could hardly believe they'd all managed to squeeze in.
There were two other women and six males, including the driver, who Beth had heard mutter something about going into hell which, quite frankly, had unsettled her a little.
Beth tries to greet everyone with a small smile, she must do the best she can to make this cramped journey as relaxed as possible - If only for the baby's sake.

The girl she saw asking about her lipstick earlier had, obviously, found what she was looking for and was applying the wretched thing.
It was really quite confusing to think that this woman thought applying make-up was the most important thing at the moment.
Curling a hand around her stomach, Beth remembered, what her most important thing was.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image


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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

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."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Tempest
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!"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alex Owens Character Portrait: Elizabeth Dawson Character Portrait: Jenifer Drop Character Portrait: Zac Taylor Character Portrait: Jeffrey Dawson Character Portrait: Luca Dragomir
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"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.