Jake Hays's Story

Jake nodded his head in assurance as John pulled the truck in front of the gate. "That should hold any small amount undead off." Jake then saw John go explain the situation to Daniel and Jake went off ahead inside and took a seat on the couch. He sat there and thought of the last couple of day. It was the best and the worst last couple of days for Jake since the undead rose. Jake's life had been saved by this group, but with more people, comes more to lose. Jake couldn't take much more loss, after he lost his good friend, Jones. He smiled and mumbled to himself,"At least now, I have something to fight for again." Jake's eyes slowly started to close as he drifted from one nightmare to another.

"There's only five rooms I'd like for people to be set up in; I'm alright with 'em anywhere in the house except my room and the basement," Daniel quickly replied. "You got it?" Chassie lifted herself up from her seated position, dipping her head before looking back to John. "Do you think you get everyone who's not inside to meet up in the house for me?" She asked him before walking into the house.


Eventually the living quarters was filled with several survivors, Chassie preforming a silent head-count in the middle of the room. Twelve people when she included herself, and Daniel wouldn't need to be assigned anything as he stated earlier that no one would be located to his personal quarters. "Alright!" Chassie exclaimed as she clapped her hands together. "We got six girls and six guys with only five rooms available." After a moment of thoughtful silence, her hands clapped down on her waist and a smile touched her lips. "Alright. So, as I am unaware of how well acquainted everyone in the group is, please feel free to form groups of three with who you'd prefer. There will be one group with only two people, they'll get the smallest room. Who gets the bed or whatever- that's up to your group to decide."
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After the groups finished assembling, Chassie motioned to the kitchen with one hand. "Daniel will be preparing dinner. In the mean-time you can gather your stuff and I'll show everyone to your rooms." A second went by before Chassie realized her lack of introduction. "Oh- and my name's Chassie, by the way."

((Sorry if it's a mess. xD))

((I'm just going to have it where David already met everyone, if you don't like it I can just edit it. I just think there are a lot of people and I don't really want to write him meeting everyone. Is that ok? Also, I'm doing 3rd Person, but I'm still getting used to the change, so every once in a while i might have an error where I talk in 1st Person. Sorry.))

David:
After David had helped John and met everyone else, the group went inside the house.
"We got six girls and six guys with only five rooms available. Alright. So, as I am unaware of how well acquainted everyone in the group is, please feel free to form groups of three with who you'd prefer. There will be one group with only two people, they'll get the smallest room. Who gets the bed or whatever- that's up to your group to decide." Chassie informed where he and the group would be sleeping.
"Sounds good to me!" David approved.
"A nice place to sleep, I haven't had a place to sleep in a long time." David murmured. He saw Jake sitting on the couch as he mumbled something to himself. "You must be tired, with all of this shit happening at once. I just can't wait until dinner. I'm sorry about Jones, he must have died. Damn, and Seth too. But people die in this world, too often. Now even more in this hell." David said to Jake as he realized Hays was dozing off. David scratched his head. "Jake, wake up. We have five rooms and there are twelve people. You mind if we share a room? I don't mean it in a weird way, it's just that I would rather sleep in the same room with my friend than be in a room with a total stranger." David finished talking. He thought that the farm and the survivors made the place feel alive, a community. There were a lot of people, and David felt safe for once. Starting with Soren's house getting attacked, there was a chain reaction, Seth dying, the prison, but now David was here, in the farm, but he was extremely tired. He wanted to go to sleep after dinner.

Jake shook his head to wake himself up after David said, "Jake, wake up. We have five rooms and there are twelve people. You mind if we share a room? I don't mean it in a weird way, it's just that I would rather sleep in the same room with my friend than be in a room with a total stranger."
Jake rubbed his tear dried eyes and stared back up to David to respond,"Ya, I wouldn't mind. I'm kind of new here too. Don't know to much about everyone, but if they didn't find me I would be dead."
Jake looked back to the ground and thought about how to tell him about Jones, he deserved to know."David, Jones could be dead or alive. I am not sure." Jake took a deep breath to continue,"We were on the run from a horde on foot, I kept running and didn't look back. I looked back and he was gone. I didn't see him die, He could still be out there, but it is unlikely. I just need to get out it of my head." Jake put his hands on his head, hitting his forehead. "David, you can get the bed, I'll get the floor" Jake finished speaking and went back to daydreaming until dinner was ready.

"Ya, I wouldn't mind. I'm kind of new here too. Don't know too much about everyone, but if they didn't find me I would be dead." David nodded and, responded, "Thanks, it's nice to know I'm not alone. And about Jones, I'm sorry, I personally think he's dead, but there still is hope I guess." He shrugged, "Thanks for letting me have the bed. I wonder when Dinner is ready."

((OOC: I loved it! Creepiness is my thing if you read my books. Hehe it was chilling yet exciting! ;D Maybe I should make Rose later on think that she keeps seeing Skylar, or her ghost that is. But that's for a later time. Anywhoooo. Reply time. ))

Luna:
She nodded to Tallara and was curious at what she wanted to talk to her about. Maybe it was about Patrick, but the concerned look on her face didn't seem to be for something like a misbehaving teenager. She was about to excuse herself from Daniel when Zach came in through the door, a smile on his face as he told her he got a bunch of supplies.
"I found some medical supplies. the drugs are expired but some of them are still usable." he said eagerly and Luna raised her eyebrow.
"Well that was quick." she said having seen him leave only a few minutes ago.
"What do you mean?" he asked her in confusion and then looked to Kira but she just looked back at him intently, not understanding what he was saying.
"Uh nope... You just left a few minutes ago." she said concerned and Zach left the house again shaking is head. He returned with a cart of some sort and showed Luna a bunch of supplies.
Her eyes widened and she looked back up at Zach.
"Where did you find this?" Luna asked. She was getting a bad feeling from the supplies and feared to touch them. Her grandmother, as the Gypsy healer, had taught Luna to contact the spirits of the earth and the spirits of the lost, but she'd never believe in any of that. That didn't mean though that she was going to mess with them, and definitely not dark ones.

Kira:
She looked back and forth between Zach and his confusion and Luna and her repulsion.
"The insane asylum down the road." Zach said but then a look crossed his face and he cursed. "Sonofabitch." Kira looked at him with confusion. "the place burned down two decades ago." he finally explained and Kira laughed uneasily. She didn't believe in things like that. Paranormal or unexplained things. She turned away and held Oswin close, feelings suddenly uneasy in being around Zach. He'd been different since Tyler had tortured them and she was afraid he was loosing his sanity now. Even at first she'd thought Patrick was turning dark, but this was different. He was insane. There was no such thing as burned buildings coming back by themselves. She'd read enough Stephen King novels in her lifetime but never believed in something like Rose Red.
He sat down next to Kira with a blank expression on his face, trembling, as he muttered questions to himself.
"Zach?'' asked him but he didn't answer. I think it's time you get some rest. I'll come get you when dinner is ready." she said setting Oswin on the couch next to David and Jake (right? were they there? XD), still a bit confused on David had found them, and then took Zach's arm and led him upstairs to one of the larger guest rooms that could fit 3 or even more.
((I'll make Rose's post after this. ;B ))

Jake lifted his head from his hands and looked around. He notice that Oswin was sitting next to him. Jake looked around and wondered what he missed while he was spaced out. Jake stood up and took another look at Oswin she looked quite ill, like the child had the flu or something.((OOC:Not everyone know Oswin is infected right?)) Jake then turned to David and said,"I'm going to step out for some fresh air. Call out to me when dinner is done." After he went outside, Jake sat outside against the outside wall of the house staring out the fence. Jake went rummaging through his backpack and found the pack of cigarettes that he had found back at his old safe house. He was never a smoker, never drank or do any type of drugs, but when he stared down at this pack of cigarettes, the urge to experiment took over. Jake took out one cigarette and lit up. The first inhale cause Jake to started to cough and hack. After a few more inhales, Jake became used to it and felt a lot less stressed. Jake, then saw some activity past the fence, but it seemed to be just a crawler and no threat. Not to mention it wasn't even headed to the fence, instead toward a shed. Jake slowly drifted back off to spaced out state of mind.

((OOC: Yup not everyone knows.))

Rose:
She raised her eyebrow at Patrick when he quickly shut a door in the face of a hairy looking mountain man zombie.
"Well that was ruuude." she joked.
He leaned against it and asked: "Any ideas on how to deal with Zombie McCrazybeard?"
She tapped her chin and looked around before spotting a few large looking sticks that must have broken from a tree in a recent wind storm.
"I guess whack him with a stick?" she offered not knowing how many times they would have to hit the zombie before he died.

Luna:
She was watching the two teens enjoy themselves from her perch on the window sill when Tallara came to sit next to her, quilt in hand. They sat there for a bit, just enjoying the peace, even with one stupid looking zombie shambling towards a shed a bit away. The new guy Jack or something rather was sitting by himself on the porch.
"Say..." Tallara whispered, the warmth of her breath fogging the window. "You've been a bit agitated lately..." she turned her grey gaze toward Luna. "Is something wrong?"
Luna furrowed her brow and rested her forehead against the wavy glass.
"I don't know. I'm just a bit tired..." she spoke softly too.
"All this medical work and traveling and lack of food is really tiring me out. And I also feel like no one really appreciates what I do for them... as if they just expect me to tend to them. Like it's my job instead of hospitality." she looked back at Tallara, twisting her white blonde hair around her finger. It was becoming very greasy and tangled and in some spots a baby dread was beginning to form. She was going to have to do something about this mess of her hair soon.
"What about you? How you feelin?" she asked the other woman seeing that she too seemed quite disheveled from days of travel and grime.
It was then that she heard a soft knock at the door and John's voice.
"Come in." she said, staying seated in her spot next to Tallara.
She looked back out the window and absently touched the necklace he'd given her.

Kira:
When he said he loved her she ducked her head and smiled, hugging him back.
"Love you too."
After a long hug they sat back and she sighed. Feeling rested at last.
"We'll just have to find a way to deal with it...the stress." he offered and she nodded in agreement.
"Maybe Daniel will put us to work and soon we'll forget all about the walkers." she said and then began to ramble on about all the possibilities that they could be set to work with.

Jamie walked down a road to where it seemed that the group he had been following went. They were definitely hard to keep up with, with all of the moving that they seemed to do. He had first known about them when he had heard a train moving. It was a very uncommon noise and his ears were able to pick it up from across town. Knowing that there must have been other survivors on that train controlling it, he looked for the train tracks and followed them. He had started to long for social interaction. He had run across a few survivors in his travels, but none of them survived long.

After days of walking, he came across a train wreck. He was worried that they had died in the wreck, but he didn't find any bodies, thankfully. It would have meant him missing out on a lot of fun. He searched for days and days around the surrounding area and finally found a sign of them at a military base. That sign was a body that had been brutally murdered. It seemed these people were his type. Not too far away from that place was a burning building. He searched for them inside the building, and actually found a few bodies. It seemed that they had still survived for the most part and moved on, though. There was one thing in the burning building that caught his attention. It was a strangely familiar looking backpack. It reminded him of a time long in the past and conjured an image in his head of a kid trying to tell him that he couldn't listen to any more about "stupid fucking miracles" because he had to get to school. Then it hit him. This belonged to his brother. Memories of his life before the zombies were few and hard to remember, but this he was sure. The backpack just seemed so familiar. I'm coming for you, little bro.

From there, the trail was warm enough that he could continue to easily follow them, but he couldn't catch up. He wouldn't let that stop him, though. Eventually they would stop for a while and that was when he caught up with them. The road eventually got to the countryside. In front of him was a large farm area. Within it were some farm buildings fenced off behind barbed wire. He stopped to admire it while slamming some faygo. He would live off of the stuff if he could, but he had tried that for a few days and it made him very sick. After admiring the house, he walked up the barbed wire fence. Quickly, he climbed over it without thinking and tore up his left hand. He looked down at it and grinned. The same grin stayed on his face while he walked around a building and saw a man smoking by himself. He silently grinned at the man, waiting to be noticed. The man most likely heard him before he saw him though because of the honking sound he made when he walked.

((Glad this is finally back up))
Slam! Jake's head rose again towards the shack in the distance. He saw a crawler clawing at the door of it. Someone was out there, Jake wasn't sure but they could need his help, he began to rise and heard footsteps and felt as if he was being watched. Jake in an instant drew his gun and pointed were the noise came from, what he saw surprised him. Jake saw a man with a creepy grin to his face. He looked back to the shack and thought ambush. Jake called out to the house,"Hey everyone! We have an unexpected visitor!" Jake then looked back to the grinning man, "What business do you have here and how many of there are you?"

Jamie's smile faded after the man pulled a gun on him and called for the others he was with. Why did this guy have to go and bring a bunch of other people into it. His good mood quickly left and rage came over him. He looked at the man angrily. Fine. If he wants to try and ruin it, I'll just have to be quick.

"You shouldn't have done that, motherfucker."

He quickly drew his knife and charged at the man while staying low to try to avoid catching a bullet. He slashed at the man's legs once he reached them. Without checking to see how much damage he did, he spun around and honked away into the nearby woods. He would have liked to stick around and possibly finish his job on the man, but that guy's friends would probably be out there in a few moments.

(Ok, so I understand all of the problems that can come from having a character like this. Obviously, I'm not going to have him kill any characters unless that is what any of you want. I would like it though if he could at least give people some minor injuries. Feel free to mess him up as much as you guys want as long as it doesn't kill him or severely disable him. So you can stab him, shoot him in the leg, etc., but you can't chop off both of his legs, shoot him through the neck, etc...Yet.)

((I'm just going to do a quick reply, I am a bit tired.))
Jake saw the man's smile fade. "You shouldn't have done that, motherfucker." the man said as he wielded a blade and began charging towards Jake. Jake thought to shoot instantly and he couldn't have asked for a better shot. The man was charging forward making him an easy target.
CLICK!
"Dammit!" Jake yelled as he forgot to load his .38 after the last firefight. The blade wielding man took a swing at Jake's legs. He instinctively jumped back as the blade only cut his pants a left a minor cut on his lower right leg. The man began to run into the woods. Jake screamed out,"A guy is running around the woods with a knife!" Jake waited for back up to come as he loaded up his .38.

Kira told me about oswin being sick, but I already knew she was infected. It was just movspoting slowly through her system.
"We'll do what we have to do when the time comes. " I said, obthe theviously trying to allude I to the fact that after she dies we'll have to make sure she doesn't come back. I stood there, hands grasping the railing. "Listen, why don't you go downstairs and check on oswin. I'll be down in a few. " she nodded and went down stairs.
"Ok you Sonofabitch. I know you're right there." I said to Tyler.
"Tsk tsk... i thought I was hiding so well. "
"What the hell do you want from me? " I asked him.
"Nothing really... is just fun to watch you squirm. "
"Fuck you. " I scoffed.
"In your dreams pretty boy. I don't even think your 'girlfriend' would do that. "
"Seriously; you're a fuckin asshole Tyler. Honestly why can't you just go to hell and get out of my head. "
"I'm not in your head...I do exist you know. "
"Then why is it only I can see you. "
"I don't know but admit it, you're happy to see me. "
"Like hell I am. I'm leaving... best you leave to. "
"Oh you got me shaking im so scared" he said sarcastically. I walked off without another word. I seriously considered the possibility of my insanity but I knew I wasn't insane.
"A guy is running around the woods with a knife!" I heard Jake scream. I slung my rifle over my shoulder and ran out the door. I found Jake and crouched down next to him. "Where is he?" He pointed me in the direction the man went. I drew up my rifle and peered through the thermal scope. the man was about fifty feet away behind a couple trees. I cocked the rifle. "Don't fuckin move or I'll Put a hole right through you." He moved out from behind the trees with his hands up. I motioned him closer. I slung the rifle back over my back and drew the revolver. "Now... why in the genuine fuck did you attack Jake? " He grinned. "Scratch that. " I said. "What the fuck are you doing on our land? "

Jake was relieved when Zach was able to stop this stranger in his tracks. This stranger could have been a huge problem if he wasn't caught. Jake then looked up and saw Daniel coming to his aid.
"It's nothing too serious," Winters spoke quickly before muttering, "I hope."
Jake smirked,"I have had worse, it isn't to deep a bandage and some alcohol should fix this."
Daniel helped Jake back up to his feet while he asked a question,
"How many did you see?"
Jake responded quickly,"Thanks, and maybe there is some activity in the shack outside the fence, I am almost certain I heard a slam in there."
Jake after being help inside sat back on the couch and looked back up to Daniel.
"You have any spare alcohol? I got bandages in my bag, I just want to make sure it doesn't get infected."

Jamie glared at the man who had stopped him with a gun. If that one guy hadn't called for the others. That was like...whatever the opposite of a miracle is. He knew that he was caught, though. His plans would have to be put on hold for a little bit. Some other guy came out to treat the man whose leg he had slashed. They had too many people. He switched back to his unnerving grin at the man.

"Oh my god, dude. I'm so sorry. Your friend here just pointed a gun at me and I freaked." He slowly dug through his backpack to not to make it seem like he was getting a weapon. He pulled out a large bottle of Faygo and held it out. "Here. This is my peace offering to you...And uh...I've been following you all for a little bit. Hope that doesn't scare you too much. I haven't been able to catch up to you until now. That's why I'm here now."

Rose:
She was following close behind Patrick with one of the newly heavy backpack strung over her shoulder filled with supplies, amo and weapons. She had also taken a little time to smash the heads in of the two undead, that had been flailing their bodies against the wooden shack, with a lumberjack sort of ax she'd found in the closet.
She was practically dragging the heavy weapon behind her in the dirt when Patrick came to a stop and began backing up. She bumped into him.
"Hey. What the heck. It's called 'walking' Patty." she joked but then stopped when she saw a weird lookin guy dressed in a clown outfit with clown make up smiling lazily towards Patrick. She raised her eyebrow at Zach.

Kira:
She looked up to see Daniel helping Jake in and also the fresh wound on the other man's leg.
"What happened?"

"What happened?"
Jake looked towards Kira and smirked.
"Some guy rushed me with a knife out there. He slashed my leg, but it doesn't seem to deep so I should be fine. Zach is out there and has the guy at gunpoint."
Jake then took a breath and glanced down at Oswin.
"Is the kid going to be alright, what does she have?"

((It deleted my post TWICE.... UGH. So allow me to re-write that... >< Well, this is going to be far worse then what I had before. *sigh*))

Tallara was quick to react to Jake's yelling outside. "What the hell?" She muttered, listening for a moment before acting. A man with a knife... who just jumped him. Great. After pulling her head back and plopping the pills in her mouth, she turned to her backpack. Resting against her still backpack was a full quiver, and from it she drew an arrow. She clearly wasn't in the condition to shoot a bow, thus an arrow would have to do.
She stormed down the tall stairs, finding Patrick leading in the unfamiliar figure whom seemed oddly content in this situation. What the hell was that kid doing? She leaped off the stair, shoving herself past Patrick and intercepting between the two before the clown could set a foot inside the door. She stood with her right side to the stranger, and the equaling arm pointing the arrow like a sword. She stood her ground, blocking the whole entry way with her own tall body. She was only a few inches shorter than the figure, thus making herself tower above the far shorter Patrick whom stood behind her. And she was no doubt stronger than Pat, too.
"What the HELL, kid?" she spat at Patrick, however never lessened her gaze on the stranger. If either of them were to fight against her, attempt to pull a weapon, or even just gently touch her arrow she would no doubt leave a nasty scar. "This kind man-" she clearly directed Daniel Winters, "has sheltered us, offered us a full meal, and what do you do? You let a fucking lunatic -who also clearly sought harm on Jake- inside his house!" She glared, her eyes flaming with twisted emotion. Without turning her head to face Patrick, she spat a clever insult at him. "And you thought -I- was endangering the group on the train. I pity you, kid." She would certainly NOT allow this stranger entry on her life unless directed otherwise by the house owner, Daniel.

((Yes, Tallara's being a bitch. :P She does that))

Jake remained in the kitchen after Daniel helped him with his leg. He knew if he were to go out and see that crazy clown again, anger would overtake his decisions. All that played through Jake's head was that smile the stranger had, and the way it went away when Jake called for help. After over-hearing everyone seem to be someone fine with this guy if he was disarmed, Jake decided to head out to the living room, He wasn't sure how he would react when he saw the grinning stranger, Jamie. As Jake walked out to the living room Kira came running from the stairs pushing through everyone to get outside. She had tears running down her face. Jake stood there astonished and wondered what happened now. Just before Jake could put two and two together, Dude came down the stairs with blanket covering something and also went outside. Then everything clicked for Jake, Oswin was dead. The little girl looked sick but Jake didn't think it was that bad. His rage was overcome with sadness and went back into the kitchen as tears rolled down his cheeks. Jake looked out a window and looked up towards the sky and lost himself in thought of the past.

Kira was silent the whole back inside and back upstairs to change. She hadn't even noticed she was soaking wet till Zach mentioned it and now she shivered. She wondered if Oswin was cold too. When she came back into the room she saw the covers were wrinkled but there was no body there anymore. Zach must have taken the body out while she was gone. All that remained of any sign that Oswin had been there was a missing quilt and a stuffy smell that reminded her of a funeral home.
Zach handed her a white t shirt and denim shorts, and quickly she stripped out of her wet clothes and into the dry, but slightly larger clothes. They were clean and smelled new. She almost smiled, but then rubbed her head.
"Let's go check on the situation downstairs?" she asked Zach. She wanted to quickly move on from the girl's death. It was a horrible thought, but at the same time they couldn't keep thinking about all the death. There was too much of it and not enough time.
She kicked off her muddy boots and winced when she saw the muddy tracks she'd left on the wood floor. She'd have to clean that up later. She was sure Daniel probably didn't want them tracking mud in everywhere.
Her socks were dry so she left them on and looked back to Zach to see if he was finished.