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Contagion

Post-Apocalyptic America

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a part of Contagion, by Spence.

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Spence holds sovereignty over Post-Apocalyptic America, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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based partly off the movie (contagion), and the video game, the last of us. http://thelastofus.wikia.com/wiki/the_infected

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Post-Apocalyptic America is a part of Contagion.

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James Winter Monroe [6] "What are you stupid? Shut the hell up and stay out of my way, got it? Good."
Lucy Fortner [6] "Maybe the world isn't so lonely after all."
Jessica Stahl [4] It's my fault people die, maybe you should just stay away from me.
Evan Manno [1] "Jesus, can't these things shut the fuck up for ONE SECOND. Their clicking is driving me insane."
Alexander "Lex" Romanov [1] "Endure and Survive. That's all I have to do... that's all I ever do..."
James Wright [1] "I have no faith..."
Angelina Naomi Smith [1] "They say the end is near, but this is just the beginning..."
Oliver Weegan [1] "I seriously miss the days I could sit at home and drink Soda. I wonder if the kids of this generation even know what Soda is. Do they?"
Ryan Anderson [1] "You either hang onto your morals and die, or do everything you need to survive."

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James Winter Monroe

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It's been nearly a week since the first biters started showing up, at first only a few, but as soon as they hit the cities... It didn't take long for the military to step in and start evacuating civilians. That's how I ended up in Zone 14, but not as a civilian, I escorted a convoy of trucks across the Texan border and into the stadium. It's not looking good here, too many people and not enough supplies to keep everybody fed for more than another week or two. We've lost contact with Zone 13 and the last air drop scheduled didn't come. I fear the worst is already upon Zone 14, how much longer can we pretend this place is safe?

Winter snapped his journal close, standing from the metal foldable chair that sat in front of a small table in the tent he had been assigned to. Tucking the small notebook into his back pocket he placed the pen he had been using behind one ear, rubbing his cold hands together. Even with his long sleeve shirt and thick pair of jeans, the fall air still made him shiver as he ran a hand over his head and then his eyes, rubbing the sleep away. Grabbing the heavy coat draped over the back of his chair he shouldered it on quickly and pulled up the hood as he zipped up the front.

Ducking outside through the tent's flap he squinted against the weak noon high sun that dared to peek out from behind a heavy rain cloud. It hadn't started raining yet, but the dark and forbidding skies were keen to release the water at some point. The stadium was at it's busiest, people bustling around like ants as food rations and supplies were handed out by men and women in army uniforms at tables. Beside each table stood two heavily armed guardsmen, their suspicious eyes looking out for any who may try and get doubles and also looking for any who showed signs of sickness.

Just like the many others around him, Winter searched for the shortest line, stepping in behind those who were also waiting. Feet shuffled forward slowly and people were served, though it seemed like forever, until Winter had come to the front of the line. Digging into his front pocket he pulled out his ration stamp card and slid it across the table. The woman there glanced over it and then nodded to a boy standing next to her, he disappeared for a moment and came back with an EMR package and a bottle of water, the woman stamping his card. "Next!" She called out, handing Winter back his card.

"See you tomorrow, Julia." Winter gave a charming smile as he picked up his food and water, winking as he scooted past the man next to him, stepping out of line. A shoulder bumped into his, causing his stuff to fall to the ground, the quickly walking person who had ran into him barely batting an eye as they stumbled on. "Well excuse you..." He muttered, glaring over his shoulder as he bent down to grab his stuff, brushing the dirt off.

((OOC:Hey y'all, I finally decided to post, I was tired of waiting. I tagged all the characters who have been accepted (I don't have the power to accept those who haven't, sorry) in hopes to get this thing going. Hopefully you haven't lost interest and will join me...Pretty please, with a cherry on top? Any questions can and should be posted in the OOC.

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Lucy stood in the middle of a very large crowd. Was it the middle? Probably not. There is so many people here. It's more worse then going to the mall on a Sunday. She held her "Ration Stamp Card." tightly in both hands as she clutched it to her chest. She just stood there, stiff as a statue, as many people bumped and pushed her. Not that they care. She sighed heavily and watched her cold, mist breath in the air. It was very cold out and it wasn't even winter yet. She wishes she was in her warm bed right now. At least she has a warm, brown fall jacket and jeans to keep her warm...for now. Her dark blonde hair was kept up in a high ponytail as she...continued standing there.

Lucy had just arrived to this place yesterday. She was all alone in her abandoned home, confused and alone, when some people came and rescued her, claiming she'd be "safe" if she came with them.

Who can be safe anywhere at a time like this?

But, anyway, she listened. She was just assigned to her tent about an hour ago. She doesn't want to sleep with complete strangers. She was up all night, driving here from home, so she's pretty cranky right now. Still, she was letting people bump into her, not even saying a "sorry" because they're in a hurry to get their little TV dinner and bottle of water that they give out to people. It's not literally a TV dinner...it just seems like it is to her. So little food and so little water. It's too bad she has no friends to complain about the food here. She has no idea where all her friends are, anyway.

She tilted her head to the side to look at the commotion and why everyone was rushing over there. 'Oh yeah, this is what this thing is for.' She thought as she looked down at her stamp card. She heard something about having to go in and get this checked in order to get food and water. There was so many lines and so many people...and so little patience Lucy had. She huffed as she made her way through the crowd to one of the shorter lines. Better to get this over with. There was a group of three boys in front of her, looking a bit younger then she was, who were just fooling around and talking about nonsense. She began tapping her foot impatiently against the ground. The line was moving so fast yet so slow.

It seemed like forever until it was the three boys, who were still in front of Lucy yapping, to go up and claim their stuff. Next!" a woman yelled to the boys. Lucy stood on her tippy toes to get a glance at the woman over the boys shoulder. She was short, and had an impatient look on her face. Just then, Lucy noticed that none of the boys were even paying attention to her because they were laughing at some joke the one made. "Jesus Christ..." Lucy mumbled under her breath as she stepped forward and budged the three boys and swiftly walked up to the woman. The boys then noticed that she had budged them and started complaining, not that Lucy cared.

They gave Lucy a package, that she still has yet to figure out what it is, and some food and water. "Thanks", she said, this is totally going to be enough for me to eat. She thought. She kept moving along in line while carrying her supplies. She looked around once she was out of line, and noticed a man bent down, grabbing his stuff of the ground. Lucy began walking slowly away beside him, until she accidently slightly kicked a water bottle that he had probably dropped, as well. "Oops." She whispered as she bent down and picked up the water bottle. She then handed it back to him. "Here you go." She said quietly as she stood back up again. She could tell it was going to be a long day. She began her way to try and find the tent she was assigned to.

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Jessica sat on her bunk, she still had some food left over from her journey here and was lucky enough to sneak it in without the soldiers finding anything, so she wouldn't need to go get any of the rations from outside, knowing her luck someone out there in that mass gathering of desperate people all bumping into each other, someone is carrying the infection and by now at least half of the people in the crowd would now have it.

Shaking her head at her own paranoia, Jessica reached into her rucksack and pulled out a small jewellery box and opened it, there was pictures of her friends and family, a few letters and a few bits and bobs of jewellery. She pulled out a necklace with a ceramic bunch of flowers on it, they used to be colourful but now they were a horrid brown, the brown of dried blood.

Jessica pulled her sleeve onto her palm and used it to wipe the necklace clean and before putting it back in the box. She reached back into her bag and pulled out a Ryveta Breakfast Biscuit and opened it, taking crumbs at a time as she slowly ate it.

Once finished her 2 biscuits, Jessica sealed up her bag, putting a small lock on it just to be sure no one could get into it, and grabbed her kukri blade and decided to explore the place she'd be calling home for the next while. She got up and made her way across the football field, avoiding coming into contact with anyone, she noticed a pair on the ground and panicked, quickly running off, even though they had just dropped their food. As she ran, she ran right into a soldier and fell right back onto her back.

"Ah!" she moaned as she landed.
"Sorry, ma'am." He lent over to help her up but she backed away from him and he gave her a funny look.
"Sorry, but for all I know you're infected, I can't let you touch me." She told him as she picked herself off the ground. "Hey, you don't know if they're evacuating anyone do you? Like tourists being sent back or anything." She asked him, hoping he'd tell her she'd be home soon but her just shrugged is shoulders.
"Sorry, ma'am. I don't think they are." Jessica nodded her head in defeat and turned around, walking away from him as she wiped away tears that were building up in her eyes.

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James Winter Monroe

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Just as he had bent down to pick up his water bottle, the toe of a boot had kicked it out of reach, making his brows furrow in frustration. A delicate looking hand entered his vision as the bottle was picked up and handed towards him. Winter straightened up, adjusting the sleeve of his jacket as he took the bottle gratefully. "Thank you," His smooth timbre voice hummed through his chest. Winter watched as the woman hurriedly walked away, obviously searching for something...or someone.

With his interest piqued he followed after, jogging to catch up, tucking his belongings under one arm as he came to walk at her side. "I didn't catch your name. I'm Winter." The man introduced himself, outstretching a hand for her to shake as they walked. "You looking for something? I could help you find it...Since you gave me my water bottle back, most people would've run off." The lieutenant gave a warm and endearing smile, glancing around to make sure his surroundings were safe.

Most people who mingled within the crowds wore face masks and protective gloves. Winter usually wore a bandana around his nose and mouth but had it tucked under his shirt at the moment. Looking over his shoulder he watched as a woman fell, a solider offering her a hand up, only to refuse and scramble back. Winter lifted a brow in curiosity but didn't investigate any further, matching the woman's stride who was next to him.

She was obviously a civilian, new perhaps, explaining why she looked lost. It also didn't look like she had much supplies with her, just a bag. Winter didn't have much either, just the clothes on his back and a bag he kept under his bed, a small lock keeping the zippers closed. He had a hard time trusting people, especially in such a desperate situation like this one. Winter stopped walking, squinting as he looked towards the sky. A jet quickly rushed overhead, followed by two helicopters, passing by and heading on past the stadium.

Winter removed his hood, shading his eyes with one hand as he watched the planes disappear as soon as they had appeared. His head tilted slightly, ears straining for any noise, finding only the distant chopping of the blades of the helicopters against the air. With a shrug he turned back to the woman he had been walking with. "Well that was odd-" Before he could say more, the sound of gunfire from a few miles away, cut him off. There was a rumble through the ground, probably caused by the jet, dropping a bomb on a mass of infected.

It sounded too close...

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Lucy kept her pace at a decent speed as she continued looking for her tent...Or rather, which way to go to get to her tent. There was so much commotion going on that Lucy couldn't even see where the paths were to turn. People continued bumping into her, not giving a damn as usual. Lucy tried to remember which number her tent was again. '13..? 14...?' She tried to remember when a man bumped into her shoulder while passing her and she stumbled backwards a bit. 'Ugh! How am I suppose to think when I have all these people--'

"I didn't catch your name. I'm Winter." The man she helped before, who was now at her side, introduced himself to her. She thought he would of forgotten about her by now. She tilted her head up a bit and got a short glance at him before snapping her head back down. She didn't want to bump into someone and fall over just because she is not paying attention to the people walking in front of her. "I'm Lucy." She said quietly and casually. Her eyes were still fixed on the people and things in front of her as she walked. She looked down at his hand that was outstretched for a hand shake. She was hesitant at first, but quickly reached over with her opposite hand and shook his gently.

"I'm looking for my tent I was assigned to when I got here." She said as she rubbed her temple in frustration. There was so much people, so much talking. Lucy just wanted to find her tent and go to sleep to get rid of all the noise. "I'm pretty sure my tent number is 13 or 14. Either way, they're probably beside each other so it doesn't matter." She said as she quickened her pace a little bit. She had no idea where she was going. She could feel her head throbbing and a headache starting to form. 'Great.'

Just then, that's when she heard the sound of what sounded like helicopters. 'What the...?' She thought as she curiously tilted her head up to look at the sky. She was too late to catch a glimpse of what sounded like planes, but she could still hear the chopping blades in the distance. 'Do planes fly over this way often...?' She thought as she tilted her head back down, looking at Winter and shrugging along with him. "Well that was odd-" But he was cut off by a loud gunfire that rang throughout the crowd. Everyone stopped, including Lucy, and looked in the distance where the gunshot was heard. Lucy turned her head along with everyone to see what was going on. Just then, an even louder noise was heard, almost deafening, as what seemed like a bomb dropped by one of the planes. Everyone started screaming and running around, but Lucy's ears were still ringing from the sudden sound.

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Jessica watched as an aeroplane flew over the stadium, she looked back to the soldier as he watched the aeroplane, he looked just as confused as her. She spun around to watch as others had noticed the aeroplane and suddenly there was a loud bang and numerous gunshots.
"What was that?"
She whispered, the soldier grabbed her arm.
"Ma'am, please return to your tent and await further instructions."
His grip was strong and started to hurt her forearm as he started to drag her.
"Let go of me!"
Jessica yelled as she tried to yank herself free. Everyone was starting to panic and were all bumping into each other.
"Stop! Look around you idiot! Anyone in here could be carrying the infection, and they're all contained in a small space, the infection could already be in here!"
She yelled at the soldier and eventually broke free from his grip, he was then looking around and realised the ruth of her words. He then grabbed her hand more gently and led her away from the crowd.
"No!"
She pulled her hand away from his and started running for her tent.
"I have to get something!"
She ran into her tent and grabbed her bag, swinging it around, she put it on her shoulders and turned around to leave, when she noticed a woman lying on her bed, she was shaking quite violently.
"Are you okay?"
She asked, as she slowly stepped towards the woman and looked at her, she had a bite on her arm, right through the sleeve.
"Oh my god!"
Jessica muttered before turning to run, but she was stopped by another infected person standing in her way. He let out a bloodcurdling shriek and started a run at Jessica, who managed to dodge his grab and fall forward onto the ground, the infected fell over the woman and knocked her off her bed and started to bite her. Jessica crawled back up and ran outside the tent flap and out into the evening sunlight, the sudden light change blinding her as she tried to run back to the soldier.
When her eyesight adjusted to the light levels, she saw the guard waiting for her. She ran past another 2 people, recognising them, she stopped.
"Come with me!"
She called to them and didn't wait, she instantly made a dash for the soldier and started to follow him.
"Come on, hurry."
The soldier told Jessica as he led her up the stands.
"I'm taking you to one of the upper gates, if the infection gets inside. We evacuate whoever we can through the upper level gates and then travel to one of the other safe zones using military vehicles."