Zach Lebowski's Story

"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))

Kira:
She was contemplating what Zach had brought up earlier before Chassie had come in and spoke to them. He had told her the group was becoming to get big and that they should split up eventually.
"I think you're right, but can we at least rest for a few days? I didn't want to complain Zach, but my ribs can't take more of this. If I stress them too much I think I might do some great damage that can't be fixed... and-" she was about to say die. She didn't want to think about that. Or think about leaving any of these people behind by dying. They needed her too as she needed them. They all held each other together.
She turned away from Zach and shook her head to clear her thoughts then looked to Chassie who just finished her explanation.
"Do you and Daniel need any help with anything right now? I could maybe help with dinner." she spoke trying to offer some way to ease the burden her group might have placed on these two.

"Fine...we can rest for a few days. Speaking of ribs, i think i saw a hospital on the way in. Maybe I can go see about getting some pain killers and some fresh bandages."
"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 said out loud.
"Well...Kira, Patrick and I will share a room." I looked over at Rose. "Rose, your welcome to join us if you please." my attention drifted back towards the weakening oswin. I sat next to kira and whispered. "she has got but a couple days left. I know she's still alive now but we need to isolate her from the group." i frowned when i realized how cruel that sounded. "I don't know...maybe ask her if she wants to go out...you know...on her own terms." I looked at kira for an answer ((OOC: i'll leave this open for you Mariah))
By now everybody was ready to rest...but I couldn't sit still. I was a tad frustrated. I wanted to leave the big group...for some reason i just didn't feel comfortable around all of them. "You know what..." i said after a few silent minutes. I'm gonna go out to that hospital. I should be back in an hour or so." I got up and walked out to the jeep. I checked my revolver and rifle for ammo and then headed out. I drove down a dirt road for about ten minutes before I came upon this old, defunct building. "Durango Mental Institution..." I said reading out the sign "Looked more like a hospital earlier." I drove up through the gate and up to the entrance of the building. "ok...this is just creepy." I said staring up at the four story building. (OOC: i'm making this building up...just so you know. as far as i know there isn't an old asylum in durango...or i wouldve gone there by now.) The mortar was cracking and the bricks were slowly sliding their way out of the wall. "something tells me this isn't a good idea." I grabbed my flashlight, even though it was day,as well as my rifle and revolver...you know...just in case. The entrance was padlocked. I took my lockpick set out of my jeep and within a few minutes had the lock unhitched. "Ok...that was the easy part." I cautiously pushed the door open, expecting a walker to pop out at any time. There wasn't a sign of life...or living death in the building, as if it was untouched due to its abandonment. I walked through, searching for any medical supplies. The hallways were strewn with empty wheelchairs, stretchers, supply carts and many other miscellaneous items. Many of the rooms were open. I searched the entire first floor, but to no avail. All medical supplies had been salvaged on this floor...although that couldve just been the fact that the first floor was just the lobby. I found a stairway to the second floor. "where do these stairs go?" i said, laughing at my own reference. I could've sworn i heard a quiet voice in the distance whisper. "They go up." Shivers shot down my spine. "Ok...not funny..." I chocked it up to being my imagination. I climbed the stairs to the second floor. The door was jammed but i was able to open it just enough to fit through. It looked like a tornado had swept through the hospital. "Goddamn." I exclaimed. I took a step forward, which was followed by a loud CREAK! Every step after that had a creak that was louder than the preceding. "Ok...there is no way i'm going to the next two floors...not without someone with me." I wouldve stopped there but i was determined to find something usable. I walked by one patients room. As i looked in i saw an old Zenith B&W tv. Next thing i knew, it clicked on. "Ok...what in the genuine fuck?" I heard static but saw no image, or any sign of life from the TV. All there was was sound. "Ok...i'm just gonna shut this." i said shutting the door. "Fucking weird." I checked my walkie to make sure it wasn't that, but then i remembered it had shorted out. At the end of the hallway I found a supply room. It was locked but i was able to pick it within a few minutes. "Click" the door opened. It was amazing. There were shelves on all four walls full of drugs, bandages and other assorted supplies, including a cart with a set of propane stoves. "wow...now how do i get all the stuff i need outta here?" As I sat there pondering i heard the loudest creak to date, except it wasn't the floor. One of the shelves started to tip towards me. I turned around only to see it slam into the partially rotted floor. the smash was followed by a loud cracking. "Oh Fu--" The floor fell out from under me and I fell through, with all the gathered supplies coming down after. I smashed through the first story's floor and into the boiler room. I was knocked out when I hit the ground.
"Wake up." i heard in the darkness. "wake up. WAKE UP!!!" i bolted upright as I awoke from my fall. Next thing i knew, I heard a maniacal laugh echoing through the boiler room. "Shit!" i was scared. I swore i heard it...it wasn't my imagination. I picked up my flashlight and shined it around the darkness. All the supplies i had gathered was scattered around. down on the other end of the room i saw a door that lead outside. I picked up all the assorted medical supplies i had gathered and stuffed it in the stove cart, which was now useless due to the fact that the stoves had been smashed in the fall. As i scooted the cart towards the door i rubbed the back of my neck. "How the fuck did i survive that fall." I looked back over at the gaping hole and saw a pile old sheets that i must've landed on. "eww." I said, sifting through my hair for bugs. When i reached the door i found out it was locked...padlocked...from the outside. it had a little window in it. I looked out, and saw the padlock hanging under the doorknob. I took out my revolver. I would have to move fast to avoid any possible walkers. "shit." I aimed my revolver at the point right below the doorknob where the lock would've been. "BANG!!!" the shot echoed through the building, but the bullet hadn't made it through the steel door. "SHIT!" i said banging on the door. I head the sound of metal clanging outside. I looked out the window to see a rusted chain on the ground, still locked to the padlock. "seriously...it can't be that easy. Once again i tried to open the door and it opened with relative ease. "ok...i'm never coming back here." I swiftly loaded all the material into the jeep and drove off. I could've sworn someone was watching me leave. As i pulled back up to the house i saw that everyone was still sitting in the same place as before. I came in and tapped luna on the shoulder. "I found some medical supplies. the drugs are expired but some of them are still usable."
"Well, that was quick." Luna said.
"What do you mean?" i asked in confusion. I looked at kira for an answer.
"You just left a few minutes ago." Kira said, looking at me with a concerned expression.
"What? I was gone for at least an hour." i said confused.
"Uhh nope...you were only gone for a few minutes."
I went back to the jeep and got the medical supplies and brought it back in. "I could't have come across this in a few minutes."
"Where did you find this?" luna asked.
"The insane asylum down the road." and then it hit me. The asylum was burned to the ground when i was little. I had forgotten completely about it. "Sonofabitch." Kira looked at me with confusion. "the place burned down two decades ago.
"Then how'd you find---" Luna began.
I shrugged. "I swear i had gone into the building....i swear." I sat down next to kira, trembling. "How the hell did i go into a structure that didn't even exist anymore?" I looked at the side of the cart. It still read "Durango Mental Institution."
"Zach?" kira looked at me. I just sat there trembling.
(OOC: ok...i know this time it's farfetched but I wanted to do something somewhat paranormal. The time displacement has happened to me...don't ask how...i don't know. it was when i was driving to my moms. What should've been a two hour drive had only taken an hour...meaning i would've had to been going over 100mph the whole time. as for the asylum...i just thought it'd be a neat thing to write about...plus my brain couldn't think of anyway to forward the story tonight...sorry. I'll try to stick to more realistic next time. XD))

((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 ))

Tallara stood there at Luna's side, their expressions befuddled and somewhat frightened. She'd only heard little of time displacement, although she found it fascinating she never did look into it. Now it was too late and that information was lost to her forever.
After a moment of silence and questioning gazes, Tallara let out an exhausted sigh before nudging Luna. She made her was casually up the small stairway, turning into a small room. By observation, this must have been the smallest room Chassie had mentioned just moments ago. Although the size of the room didn't matter as this would only be a discussion on private matters.
After Luna walked through the doorway, Tallara quietly shut the door and sat herself and the supplies down.
"So," She began. "You know how I chose Denver to be the next destination, right?" She slipped her legs under each other, crossing them. "It may be a gold-mine, but there's something specific. Its my dad- he lives in Durango and I have no doubt that he's still there and alive. I'm a lot like him- stubborn and determined. No way would he let a load of Infected get to him." She slid the backpack into he lap, unzipping it to take out the map she'd "borrowed" from the group. On it she'd made a needle-size hole. "He lives around there. If we find him, he has a gun collection and food storage to feed five people for months." She didn't bother explaining further, as she assumed Luna would understand, him being alone, he would still have quite a bit of previsions.
"When we get there, I'm splitting for a little bit to find him. But I don't want to go alone."

Everyone looked at me...as if i was crazy. But I wasn't crazy. The proof was standing right in front of us. But if the building had burnt down how did i get the supplies. As far as I knew, there wasn't another building in its place. Kira took my arm and lead me upstairs to one of the bedrooms, insisting that i get some rest. I sat down on the bed as Kira began walking towards the door. "Hey Kira?" she turned around. "You believe me....don't you?" She began to speak but just sighed. "That's ok." I said. "I'm not quite sure if i believe myself either." I laughed a tiny bit. "Just don't forget to come get me later." She nodded and left the room. I laid down but was unable to fall asleep. I didn't want to....I was afraid to. "What if I am just loosing my mind?" i asked myself. "No...then i wouldn't have found the medicine.
"Could've been a temporal rift." I heard a voice in the corner of the room. I recognized it almost immediately.
"Tyler?" I asked, turning around. Sure enough, there he was standing in the corner. "This isn't right...you're dead."
"Yes. If i remember right, you were the one who killed me."
"Yeah...I was protecting my family."
"I'm surprised you aren't even more scared."
"This isn't the first time you've come back from the dead. Anyway...I know you aren't real."
"How can you be so sure. I mean, you are the one who believed in ghosts."
I closed my eyes and put my head in my hands. "This isn't real...this can't be real." I looked up and he vanished.
"Yeah...keep telling yourself that." I turned to see him sitting on the bed next to me.
"Fuck...Why the fuck are you here?"
"Oh...you know...to drive you to the brink of insanity."
"oh fuck you, tyler."
"Yeah, you wish."
I thrust my fist at him but it went straight through and hit the bed post. "Gah!" i exclaimed in pain. "You're an ass...you know that?"
"I take pride in what I do."
"Temporal rift...you mean that theory we had?" I asked him
"mmhmm...as long as your refereing to our theory that there are certain places where the present timeline temporarily clashes with the past. You're lucky you didn't get trapped."
"But we never were able to prove that theory."
"What...that wasn't enough proof for you?"
"I guess...it does explain why i was able to get the medicine out of there."
"Look at your watch...the date."
I looked down at the watch. "7/18/1993" the date read. "What...how is that possible?"
"You essentially traveled back in time."
"So i'm not crazy."
"I didn't say that...i mean...you are talking to a dead dude."
"touche." I heard the Kira climbing the stairs.
"I have to go..." tyler said. He vanished.
"Thank god." I said...sitting upright on the bed. I looked down at my watch once more. It still read 7/18/1993. "Damn...he was right."

Kira:
She closed the door behind her as she left Zach to get some rest and then she felt worried for him. He really needed a break from all these undead corpses and what not. It was taking a toll on his mind. Part of her asked if maybe it was real, that ghosts were real but she just laughed nervously at that.
If they were real then why had she never seen Karen or her parents after they died? Hmm? She asked herself but then shook her head. She was thinking too much into it. She looked over to see that Luna and Tallara were still in that small room with the door closed and wondered what they were talking about, but it was none of her business.
She felt guilty then, for having been afraid of Zach. He'd protected her and Patrick as they had him and just because he had a little episode she was immediately making her distance. It was like she was back to her old self, scared of the unknown. She shook her head and was about to walk back in the room to apologize, but she realized he really did need his sleep.
She let go of the doorknob realizing she'd been gripping it and made her way down the stairs.
She decided she would help get dinner ready and confronted Chassie again.
"Need some help with dinner?" she asked again needing something to keep her mind of Zach.

Eventually i drifted asleep:

((Darkness washed over the dude, like a black steers tocus on a moonless prairie night....there was no bottom.))


I heard singing as I opened my eyes. It was the voice of a young child. I rubbed my head, picking myself off the floor as I looked around at the dark room. "Where am I?"
"Shhhh....follow me."
"I can't....i don't see you." I heard her laughing echoing through the room. It lead me to a huge steel door.
"Well, come on silly."
"um...wheres the doorknob."
"You don't need it you silly boy."
"What?" I pushed on the door and my arm went straight through.
"You're dead silly."
"No...that's impossible."
"come on." i heard the laugh getting fainter. I walked through the steel door. An empty hallway was ahead.
"Where are we?"
"Here...and there...and everywhere."
"your helpful." i said sarcastically.
I kept on walking, following the laughing until a small door creaked open. "In here."
I had to crouch down just to crawl in. The room was bigger inside. Dolls of all shapes, sizes, and colors lined shelves mounted to the wall. The were all mutilated, and none of them were complete, with the exception of three that looked uncannily like Patrick, Kira and I.
"It's play time." I heard the voice say cheerfully.
"What do you mean?" The window curtain opened, leading into the next room. Kira and Patrick were strapped down to autopsy tables. "What the Hell is this?!?" i shouted. I tried to get into the next room but a large shock sent me flying backwards into the other wall.
"tut tut! you silly boy! it's time to play dollys!" The Patrick doll began to levitate from the shelve. "I call this one Pat! It's time for your haircut pat!" an invisible force tore the dolls hair out. I heard patrick scream, and as i looked in i saw that a patch of his hair was torn from his scalp.
"stop this!" I screamed.
"NO!" the girls voice shouted in return. "It's time to play doctor." Another deafening scream from patrick echoed through the room as I saw the dolls arm get pulled off. I tried to move, tried to grab the doll but I was frozen in place. Next went his other arms and his legs.
"STOP!!! PLEASE!!!" i heard patrick scream.
"Don't worry patty...i'll end your suffering...i'm the doctor." i heard the voice say. Soon the doll was decapitated. I couldn't look as the room fell silent. "these two...Zach and Kira." the voice said as the two dolls floated up. "They are my favorite. They're in love." the invisible entity pushed the two dolls together and i was launched from one room to the other. "You see...they never separate. Even in death." the girls voice laughed meniacally.
"what do you want?" i asked.
"Nothing...just to play with my dollies." A small fire started on the floor of the other room. our room began to scorch. The ghost put the kira doll just above the fire. Kira's skin began turning red, and the smell of burning flesh lingered in the air."
"NO! don't you dare!" i grabbed kiras hand. "it'll be alright. I promise." I got up and tried to return to the doll room but to no avail. a knife out of nowhere fell and stabbed my doll in the heart. I fell to the ground, my consciousness losing its ground. The door opened and I saw the doll get dropped into the flames. Kira screamed. I couldn't move. i could just watch. "this isn't real." i said, tears streaming from my eyes. "This isn't real!" Everything faded to black.

I woke up in a cold sweat. I frantically looked around. "Oh god...it was just a nightmare...a fucking nightmare...maybe i am losing it." i said, sitting up in the bed and staring at the empty doorway.

I noticed Kira after a few seconds. I sighed in relief.
"It was just a dream Zach." She smiled. "Take it easy Dude, I know that you will." she said in a lower toned, country voice. I smiled, even laughed a Little at the reference to my favorite movie ever.
"Well, you know, the Dude abides." I said, grinning. I hugged her lightly. "I love you."
We just sat there, in each others embrace for a few minutes. She told me that I needed a break from all this. She was right, it was taking a toll on my mind...but there was no way to take a break from something so omnipresent. "We'll just have to find a way to deal with it...the stress."

((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.

"Yeah maybe... but im still not too keen on staying here for too long"
"Hey Zach. " I heard Tylers voice. "It may be a good idea to stay and rest. You know, let your brain rest. "
"Shut up Tyler. If it weren't for you..." I cut myself off mid sentence.
"Tyler? " kira asked worn a concerned look upon her face.
"Yeah..."
"But he's dead zach. "
I realized I was the only one hearing him.
"You know what. Let's go get some fresh air. " I stood up and walked out onto the balcony. Kira followed.
"You know... ever since the run in with the bandits, you've been kinda off..." kira said. "Is something else wrong? "
"I don't..." I sighed "I think im losing my sanity I mean... the Asylum. .. and Tylers ghost...it just all seems so real yet so incredibly unreal. "
"Well, I don't think you're crazy. " Kira said reassuringly. "Just overworked. "
" Perhaps you're right. At least I still have you. " I put amy arm around her shoulder. "We still have our little family. " kira smiled. "Speaking of which.... Where is Patrick? " kira shrugged.
"I'm sure he's around somewhere" kira said.
"You know, I keep thinking about how we rarely get alone time every time we do get some time alone the group goes a to hell." I laughed a little. "Maybe we can't leave them. " I leaned on the railing and sighed. Thre sun was almost down by now. "It's amazing how fast we've come. I mean it seems like it was just yesterday you were pulling me outta sight from the walkers., and that we were all holed up in that mine. Now look where we are. We've gone from three to like four times that. " I took her hand in mine. "We went from being complete strangers...to this. "I she smiled.

((OOC: Ahh. Have on some Alice in Chains and I am ready to let my writers juices fly.))

Kira:
"Yes." she agreed softly and gazed out at the darkness that was growing. Clouds blocked the moon so that it was a bit darker than normal, but it didn't scare her. Something about being around a whole group of survivors and in a peaceful farm was making her forget of her fear of the dark and of the undead that must be lurking nearby for the smell of fresh human flesh to come near.
She felt Zach's hand in hers and looked over at him.
"We went from being complete strangers...to this." he said with a smile and she smiled back, but then looked away with a sigh.
"Oswin is sick. I'm not sure if she's infected or what but she's dying. Luna told me... it won't be long." she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Luna:
She was happy at Tallara's mention of shopping and didn't even want to look down at her dress, which was ripped and bloodied in some very awkward places. John entered the small room and she looked him up and down noting all his bruises and cuts. She winced and waited to hear him ask for her assistance what again, but he didn't.
"I feel like I've been way too reliant on you and the others since I found you guys. Mainly you though since you're the doctor and all. Anyways I wanna start carrying my own weight and helping you guys out more. Now I don't know too much about medicine or anything to do with medical stuff at all really. I can cook and garden pretty good which may sound weird coming from a guy, but Jane and I took some classes together for both of those a couple weeks before the shit hit the fan. Anything you guys need just tell me." he spoke quickly as if it was something he'd been wanting to say. He directed the last part to Tallara. Luna smiled then. It was as if he'd read her mind.
She got up then and wrapped her arms around him, then stepping back she looked to Tallara, then back to John.
"We're thinking of leaving. Tallara needs help with some personal matters, and I want to go with her... will you come with us?" she asked with wide eyes, not sure of the answer. She was quite close to these two people, maybe not as close as Zach's group is to each other, but close enough to know you want to be around each other through thick and thin.

Rose:
She pressed her ear and laughed at the sound of the undead's grunts as he tried to get his uncoordinated self in through a closed door.
"Everyone at the farm is going to love us for this. Look at all of the food and weapons! Maybe we won't be the useless kids anymore, huh? No pickles though, sorry." Patrick's voice was heard from behind her and she turned, for the first time seeing the inside, and her eyes grew wide. This was definitely supplies they needed. The hairy guy must have been a hunter and he'd brought supplies to last him. Who knew these guys would be helpful during a zombie apocalypse.
She found a stack of canned goods, mostly baked or pork and beans. A few packets of bad hotdogs lay in the corner by it all, but the rest of the food looked good.
She lifted a bottle of vodka and grinned mischievously back at Patrick.

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."

Jamie shook his head at the man and shoved the bottle at him.

"No, really. I understand how awesome this is, but I have a lot more. This is supposed to be my way of saying sorry anyway."

Patrick followed Rose's lead and filled up his backpack with food and water. He couldn't wait to tell the others that he had actually done something big. At Rose's mention of noise outside, he was surprised. He thought that it was in his head or something since he thought that there was also the sound of honking. He opened the door and started back to the house. From far away it looked like Zach was holding a juggalo at gunpoint. Ok I have to be drunk. Wait. Does being drunk make you see things? How much does it take you to get drunk? I just sort of feel weird and this is some trippy stuff. Nothing changed as he got closer. Apparently there was actually a lunatic dressed in a clown outfit talking to Zach, and holding a bottle of Faygo out, no less.

Jamie noticed a figure getting closer to him. He barely even recognized who it was. The figure looked much worse and 10 years older than he remembered it even though it hadn't even been 1. He smiled more earnestly.

"You wanna know why I was following you? I was looking for him," he said casually while pointing at Patrick, who in turn stared back at him blankly. "Dude. It's me. Jamie."

Patrick started to back away from the maniac who had apparently been looking for him. He stopped when the guy said that he was Jamie. He had a hard time believing that his brother was still alive and an even harder time believing that the guy would go completely insane. He just stared in disbelief at Jamie, who was smiling at him lazily.

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?"

Kira:
Daniel had asked her to keep a look on dinner while he went outside to deal with things and she nodded her head. She glanced down at Oswin sadly and pulled a quilt off the back of the couch and laid it over top her to keep her comfortable. She couldn't imagine how this girl felt with the infection coursing through her body at such a slow rate. It won't be long, she repeated in her head again.
She went to the kitchen, that was warm with cooked food. A breeze was coming in through a small opened window above the sink and it pushed around the smell of some kind of soup Daniel was making. She peered into the pot as she picked up a wooden spoon and began to stir all the while keeping an ear out for the drama outside. It had gotten quiet.
Zach came in behind her and he leaned against the counter, a worried look on his face. ((Decided might as well find some way to insert his opinions from the confusing post :3 If it's not what you want Dudester you can change it as you wish.))
"When Daniel comes back in I think you need a break." he said and his head nodded in the direction where she'd left Oswin on the couch.
"I'll carry her upstairs and we can leave her in one of the beds. There's nothing we can do for her." he said solemnly.
"Why should we bring her upstairs? Wouldn't it be better for her to be downstairs with everyone?" she asked him after laying down the spoon.
"I don't want the others to worry. Look, I know that she's infected, but they don't. I think maybe its best we keep her upstairs until..." his voice trailed off and Kira nodded. She looked away and out the dark window towards a large pasture that must have once been the farmers land he would keep watch over.
She's not gonna make it through the night. We'll have to...you know...when she changes. I just think that it'd be best if the others don't know."
Tears began to well in Kira's eyes. This disease was taking so many lives of children. It wasn't a place for such innocence. Her mind wandered to Patrick and Rose, who weren't that much older than Oswin. Would it be long before they too got infected?
She wiped at the tears with the back of her hand and took a heavy breath.
Zach put his arm around her and Kira leaned into the helpful weight.
"We did everything we could do. You took good care of her." he said trying to help her feel better, but it was no use. She knew what he was saying was the truth, that they couldn't do anything for Oswin, but what about Patrick and Rose? Already they had lost Skylar so soon. They had yet to bury her lifeless body that lay dead in the back of the military truck. And what about the other boys that had died? Stan back at the truck stop, and even the other confused boy back at the camp resort.

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((OOC: I was a bit confused at first also, but then once I read it all I got the point. Also I think OOC's that is related directly to like a post or a previous post is fine to put on here. But other convo and plans should be put in the OOC thread. If that makes any sense. o_O))

Kira:
She looked up to see Zach with a blank stare, and concluded he was lost in some memory or day dream. At least she hoped that was the case. If he truly was loosing his mind... she didn't want to think of what they would have to deal with. Could she allow Patrick and the others to be around him if he was going crazy? He could break at any moment, and what if it would be a recount of Tyler back at the army base? She winced at the memory and remembered the crushing feel of the iron contraption around her ribs. She didn't even want to know where that had come from.
Oswin's voice was weak and dry and quickly Kira's attention shot back to the little girl. The girl's gaze was distant and Kira couldn't understand what she was saying, but then she knew that it wouldn't matter. This girl probably had no idea what she was saying either. It was time.
Kira's lip quivered and she took the girls hand. She would have told Zach, who had come back to reality, to get the others, but she didn't want them to see Oswin like this.
The girl's grip on Kira's hand began to grow tighter and her body was stiffening with pain. Kira wished she could do something to stop it, but there was nothing. So all she could do was sit and wait for the girl to die.
Suddenly Oswin's eyes focused and for a second they seemed so clear and understanding. The girl's head turned to look at Kira and what she saw was such a bright and intelligent girl. Not a scared sick little kid.
"I see them. My family. They're ok. They want me to go with them." she spoke, and her voice too was clear. Oswin smiled and Kira smiled back.
"You should go with them. You'll be safe with them." Kira spoke softly, her voice breaking near the end.
"I think I will." she said matter of fact, and then right before Kira's eyes the girl's face went blank. Her eyes glazed over and Kira knew the girl was gone.
She released her hand from the lifeless body and turned away from the body and Zach.
"Y-you should t-take care of h-her wh-" she couldn't finish her sentence because her throat had suddenly closed up and she could feel tears streaming down her face. She couldn't stand being in the stuffy room any longer. She quickly ran from the room and down the stairs. Shoving past the people crowded around the doorway, she didn't even glance back as she ran outside. She thought that if she ran hard enough she could get away from this infection that had taken everything from her. The memories of the gas station were storming back. The children screaming and the sounds of screeching from the undead as the broke down the barricades and swarmed in.
She found herself in the large wheat field behind the house and over the barbed fence. She ran till she tripped over her own feet and then she hugged her knees to her chest. Sobbing even though each choking sob that came out caused her ribs to hurt.

"Hey sis. Everything will be ok." Karen said to her kid sister as they crouched together amidst a group of survivors trapped in a gas station. The dead pounded on the outside windows, wanting so badly to get to them inside. Kira shook her head and wiped at her teary eyes.
"No! We're going to die! You've seen what those... those things can do!" Kira blurted out frantically. Her outburst had caused the younger kids around her to start crying.
Karen glared at her sternly and took her shoulders, shaking Kira hard.
"Stop! Stop it! You're scaring the kids!" she hissed, and it wasn't evilly. It was as if Karen was trying to calm a hysterical child.
Kira grew quiet and softly hiccuped as she tried to calm her crying. After she'd found her bearings Karen smiled soothingly.
"Sweetie everything is going to be ok. We're going to be ok. Everyone is going to be ok!" Karen spoke the last part loud enough to be heard over the crying and the pounding of the undead from outside. The large group of survivors had grew quiet and with wide eyes they listened to this woman with her fearless attitude. They needed a hope and someone to bring this hope to them. They needed a leader to guide them and Kira's sister was going to be the one to do it.
After she was sure she had the attention of everyone she smiled and lifted a clenched hand.
"They've taken our security. These monsters have taken our city. They've taken people we've loved and we can't let them take our spirit!" she yelled the last part. And soon everyone's backs straightened. They're shoulders grew broader.
"We will fight. We will be strong. And we will take back what belongs to us. We will kill these monsters. Each and every last one of them, and we will survive." Karen said and raised her fist in the air. Everyone in the room did the same and with a battle cry they all grabbed for weapons and braised themselves for a fight.
Kira stood back away from everyone. Her legs were shaking. She wasn't brave like her sister. She was weak. She felt a strong grip on her shoulder and turned to see long slender fingers. She looked up into the smiling gaze of her sister.
"Be strong baby sis. We'll be ok." she said and Kira couldn't help nodding in wounder. Wounder at Karen and her strength. She wished some day she could be like her.
There was a loud crash and then suddenly their barricades were down. These monsters sprinted inside. At first Kira could hear battle cries against the undead's screeching, but then it was filled with screams. Blood everywhere...

((OOC: Sorry guys. In one of those writing moods again. :D ))