Alviss Henry Vicstork's Story

Alviss was running through the streets as quietly as he could. Trying not to attract any zombies. He had gotten luck y in one house and had found a lockpick and a few packs of gum. A good find for him. He was going to the walmart since raiders usually weren't too interested in gum, and Kayla had already gone there.
He took a turn through a back alley. A zombie was there. "errr...," it went starting to run at Alviss, but Alviss whipped out his broom stick. he swiped down knocking it off it's feet. Then before it moved any further Alviss stabbed his broom into his neck, through the spinal cord. Two years of using this as his trusty weapon had made him pretty adept.
He made it to the end of the alley. He was just across the street from the walmart. Zombies were hitting on the glass cracking it. There were about thirty of them. Alviss definitely couldn't take them all on at once.
Alviss looked around hoping for a miracle or else Kayla was Zombie chow. Then he found it his miracle. An old rusty Churchhill car. He just hoped it was in working condition. He made his way over to it. Thankfully all the Zombies were on the other side of the rode beating on the walmart automatic doors.
When he got to the car there were bloodstains on the driver's side and a nice big stain on the ground.
Alviss began picking the lock on the car. He was on edge and his lockpick broke. Dammit two left. Thankfully the he managed it the second time. The lock clicked open. He got in. He wasn't especially good at hot wiring. Luckily he didn't have to. Some idiot had locked his key into the car. It probably explained the huge blood pile.
"Alright," he said turning the key in the ignition. Two or three Zombies looked back to the noise. Alviss took a deep breath then, hooked up his seat belt and floored the accelerator.
Driving right into the Zombies and walmart doors some furniture that Kayla had obviously used went flying. Alviss say Kayla and yelled out to her "Your knight in rugged clothes and his trusty rustwagon have arrived milady, now get in"

Kayla smiled. "Took you long enough!" She hopped in the car and sat in the passenger seat next to him. She was covered in blood. She looked over to him. "I got food, some water, and a few candy bars. Maybe enough to last us about a week or two with careful rationing..."
This was Alviss, her childhood friend who she lost contact with when they hit Highschool. They both had managed to stay alive and found each other in a nearby hotel, where they are both taking refuge now in two joined rooms. Yes, walkers sometimes found their way in but were fought off easily.
Kayla grabbed Alviss' free hand and squeezed it genlty. just to reassure him that they were going to make it. "We can't stay here forever though..." She sighed.

Alviss squeezed Kayla's hand back firm, but gentle at the same time. He gave a sign "... I know," he said. He let go of her and to focus on driving. He switched the car into reverse and drove backwards using his rear view mirrors. Cruching a few Zombies along the way. He sped across town in the opposite direction of the hotel. When he didn't see any Zombies anymore he turned it around and used another road to get to the hotel.
Alviss drove the car into the undergaround parking lot. They reached a metal padlocked fence. Alviss stepped out of the car and and pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. He added the key for the old Churchill and unlocked the padlock. He got back in the car and drove in. Then he locked back up the parking lot.
There were only five cars in here including the Churchill. two minivans already picklocked and hot wired, a dodge ram pick up trunk with an alarm so loud it had attracted five Zombies to the hotel, so Alviss didn't touch that one, and a sweet black Impala. Unfortunately that one didn't have a motor. Plus cars were loud and usually attracted several Zombies.
Kayla and Alviss had blocked off a half of the hotel with whatever they could use, chairs, planks, etc. So it was fairly secure, but once in a while some Zombies managed to get in.
"So Kay, you said you got a good amount of supplies did you get any-," "BANG" was heard the sound of a gunshot. He didn't have to end his sentence anyway Kayla definitely new he was asking if she had found gum.
Alviss grabbed his broom stick running towards the sound. Some of the doors had holes in them so he could safely see the hall way. After looking through a few holes Alviss saw a girl going down the stairs. "Hey!" he said to get her attention.

Tyler was asleep on one of the Walmart beds. Not exactly the safest place to sleep, but he was tired the night before. The sound of someone moving nearby woke him. He looked up slowly to not draw attention and saw it was a girl, a survivor by the look of it. She kept moving, searching the Walmart, giving Tyler enough time to get out of bed, grab his supplies, and follow her. She made her way over to the front door of the Walmart, and he tailed not too far behind. He saw she had piled up some furniture in front of the door to stop any of the dead from getting in. Smart girl, Tyler thought as he suddenly saw headlights and heard the roar of an engine from outside.

The door exploded, glass everywhere, furniture flying, pieces of the dead flung about. The girl got in the car with whoever it was had drove it in the door. They were talking. Great, now they've attracted half the dead in the city here and busted down the main door. There's no way I'm gonna find a working car before the dead get here, and I'm definitely not outrunning them. "Shit," he cursed under his breath. "Well Tyler, let's hope they're friendly." He stood up and raised his hands to show he meant no harm, but before he could move, the car sped out of the store.

"Well, Tyler, time to find a ride," he said to himself as he left the Walmart. He found a good Ford truck he could use, but how to get inside it. There's no time to think. Dammit Tyler, you better be good at hotwiring. He thought this angrily before he reached up and shoved his elbow into the window of the car. Surprisingly, the alarm didn't sound. My lucky break, he thought as he unlocked the door, climbed in, and began trying to hotwire the car.

After a few minutes he found a spare key in the sun visor. Tyler started the car, and followed the two in the other car, at least, he followed where he thought they went.

While Alviss followed the sound she she heard the sound of another car. She had spotted a survivor at the Walmart earlier. Maybe that was him... There was no WAY she was going to let anyone else suffer how she had before she found Alviss... She stepped out of the underground parking lot and looked around. "Hello...?" Her small, almost distant voice didn't resound very well, which was good in case of an ecounter with the walking dead.

Sage stiffens when she hears someone yell supposedly to her. She quickly stops and grabs the railing to make sure she won't fall. She tends to do that a lot. She turns around looking for the person the noise came from. Holding her gun up just in case.

Riley was running and he somehow found a small group of people, he drew his bow and yelled "STOP! WHO ARE YOU?" He walked slightly to the left for cover, still having the bow aimed at the guy with weird hair's neck

Alviss ripped the planks off from the door and opened it. He took a quick look around to make sure no Zombies were around then grabbed the girls hand pulling her through the door. Then a guy showed up out of nowhere with a bow in hand pointed at Alviss. "What the hell?" he said he didn't want to waste time here. He grabbed the guys bow and said "I could ask you the same" then brought him through the door as well.
He quickly grabbed a nearby hammer and nails and put the planks back up. Then said "follow me" moving his hand in a follow me gesture. He was better now that the door was sealed and they were headed to the basement.
"By the way if you think I'm a raider you should look at yourself that bandanna around your face doesn't inspire confidence," said Alviss. "And you," he said looking back at the girl. "I wouldn't be so quick to shoot. Raiders and Zombies alike can show up when they hear gunfire. That's why I use this," said Alviss showing off his broom stick pointed at the top. He couldn't really hide it since it was five feet long.
"By the way, my name's Alviss, but call me Al," said Alviss. At their pace they would be in the parking lot soon. Alviss wondered where Kayla was and why she hadn't followed him.

"What? your getting followed?" Riley then looked out the window to see some others, Maybe Raiders, Maybe not. He got out a 5mm and wondered why the hell this guy just trusted me out of nothing. "If your getting followed then I can plant some traps." Riley jumped out the window and found a broken car to hide behind. " I'll cover you guys if raiders come...." He pulled out a Nosler Rifle and looked around.

"What the hell are you doing?" asked Alviss from the window. The guy was a nut case, jumping to any random conclusion. They were not being followed, but in a world infected by Zombies you should be careful of which doors you leave open, especially with the way the top two floors were.
Alviss looked around and found an old rope. He through one end down to Mr. Nutcase and tied the other end to the radiator. "Hurry up and get back in here before something shows up," yell/whispered Alviss.
"I hope your not as on edge as he is," said Al to the girl.

Ashley awoke quickly to the sound of a gunshot from outside the hotel room she was in. Please, don't be a huge herd of those ugly bastards... Ashley checked if her door was still locked and quickly freshened up in the mirror with broken glass. She applied makeup, brushed her hair and her teeth and packed her bag. She put her bag around her shoulder and held her machete firmly in both hands before exiting her hotel room.

"Oh, and by the way, Al, thanks for the ammo." Riley ran off to a gun shop, not stopping. "Good, the damned guy trusted someone he didn't even know, how dumb can someone get, plus he probably will get them all killed." "Who was that girl near the car? I think a can remember seeing her before...."

Sage mentally go's over what just happened. Looking over uncertainly at Alviss when he speaks to her. "Oh, uh yeah I'm not.. Sorry I haven't actually talked to anyone in a long time." She says fiddling with the edge of her shirt and wondering if she should be trusting this guy. She notices a girl leaning against the wall and looks at her for a moment wondering where the hell she came from. She hadn't seen her when she came in.

"What the?!" said Alviss surprised to see yet another person.
"Where do you people keep showing up from?" he asked rhetorically.
"Oh, and by the way, Al, thanks for the ammo." said the nutcase. running off.
Alviss had only been carrying an empty eight bullet magazine. He checked his pockets and found that it was gone, but that didn't matter considering it was empty.
Alviss took a deep sign. He looked at the two girls. They were both pretty, but you could tell the blond one worked on her look a lot more than the one with the Golden eyes.
Alviss siged once more this one a little smaller. He pulled the rope back up closed and locked the window.
"Call me Al, and come along," he said to the girls. He put a piece of gum into his mouth and began walking down the stairs towards the parking lot.

Sage looks at the girl warily before following Al, starting to warm up to him a little. But ready to take off at any moment. This is why she's been avoiding people, until now. You never know who you can trust anymore. She sighs tightening her hold on the gun again as they walk down the stairs. Despite what Al said she still feels safer with it.

Ashley grinned and chuckled at their surprised reactions. Like a chameleon... Ashley thought to herself as she jumped down the rope and proceeded to following the boy with weird hair and the brunette. Ashley looked back at the hotel doors and sighed. Then something clicked in her mind from a few nights ago. There was a herd inside the hotel... everyone was being loud... they would definitely go ape shit! And just as she thought that in her head, one zombie fell out of a window from the hotel and landed beside her, causing her to release a small but loud 'eek!'. Ashley turned her head towards the people she had just met, and shouted;

Sage's eyes widen when she says that and she backs away slightly from the zombie that had fallen out of the window. Tensing as she waits for the rest of the horde or whatever she said. She sighs in relief when the girl changes her mind and attempts to calm down.

"Relax me and Kayla cleared out most of them. It should only take us a month to take out the rest. Unless we get some help," said Alviss. Then he put a piece of hubba bubba into his moth. Blueberry flavour.
They reached the underground parking lot under the hotel shortly. Kayla wasn't near the cars so Al made his way to the entrance. He say Kayla talking with a guy wearing lots of leather with black hair. Alviss was hoping he wasn't as crazy as the last guy. New company was good especially since over the last two years the only person he had seen that didn't want to eat his face off was Kayla.
"If we weren't in this Zombie land this would be exactly like a hotel right about now," said Alviss walking over to Kayla and the guy. Then he noticed the truck.
"Sweet, a truck will can be really helpful," said Alviss.
He held his hand out to the Guy "Hi I'm Alviss and this is what's her face and the other girl I don't know the name of," he said using his other hand to point at the girls with his thumb.

Trinity was crouched by a Honda van in the underground parking lot, the last vehicle she had yet to check for gas, out of the half dozen or so that were down here. She popped open the gas cap shoving a plastic tube down the fuel tank of the vehicle. Then, she put the other end of the tube in her mouth and sucked it until she could see some gas begin to move through the clear tube. It wasn't much, but it was something, and after checking each other vehicle, to no avail, anything at all was a miracle. Quickly, she put the end of the tube through the opening in her gas container and waited a minute or so, listening as each precious drop poured into the red container. Then, that noise was overpowered by the sound of voices she could hear coming from the entrance to the parkade, which was nearby. Trinity yanked the hose out of the fuel tank and quickly crouched behind the front bumper of the van for cover, just in case these people were hostile. She screwed the lid onto the gas contained with fumbling hands, and chewed her lip as she tried to think of a plan for getting. There was only one way in and out of the parkade, and her car was still outside, down the block a bit where it ran out of gas. It didn't seem she had any way to get out without crossing paths with these people.
Trinity drew her Glock 19 from it's holster and slowly made her way to the entrance, holding the pistol steadily in her right hand, and carrying the gas container in her left.
She stopped when she was within ten yards of the group, and because the shadows of parking lot offered her some concealment, they hadn't noticed her yet. Setting down her gas can so she could hold her pistol in both hands, she said in a calm, steady voice, "I don't want any trouble, okay? Just let me walk out of her peacefully, and there won't have to be a fight or any kind of trouble. We clear?" she kept her voice steady as she held her gun in front of her and her eyes moved from one person to the other as they stood in front of her.

Alviss put down his hands at the sound of a new voice. He turned to face the newcomer. "Kay, we are going to have to lock this place up a little tighter people keep getting in so easily. At this rate will get over run by raiders," he said not so worried.
"It looks like this one is stealing our gas. You know" Alviss addressed the girl "you're not very smart. There are five of us here. We have more friends in the hotel. If you shoot they'll be here in just a minute, and most of us have guns too" he chewed his gum and then made a blue bubble and it popped. He seemed confident on the surface, but inside he was feeling more worried than a jack rabbit being chased by a pack of wolves. It was a first class bluff
"So you gonna choose certain death or to put away your gun and have a talk?" he asked.