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Jericho Winters

" I don't have time to bleed."

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a character in “Dead Morning America”, as played by jericho193

Description

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Name: Jericho Winters

Alias: Frost Bite

Species: Human

Age: 23

Hair: Black

Eyes: Blue

Height: 5'11

Weight: 185 lbs

Build: Muscular

Equipment

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A good view of what Jericho carries around.

Clothing:
Black 5.11 Tactical Combat Shirt, Tru-Spec 24/7 tan pants, Emerson Tactical Jacket. Tan FSBE Vest w/ triple mag pouch, utility pouch(radio, compass, flare, marker, matches), med pouch and admin pouch on front as well as a larger equipment pouch(Extra mags, paracord, gas mask, cleaning kit, 3 days worth of MREs) on his back with a hydration carrier. A tactical belt with built in pistol mag pouches with a right platform containing a holster, GPS pouch and additional pistol mag pouch. Black Hatch knee pads. Oakley fingerless carbon gloves. The final piece of clothing he never leaves without is his black shemagh.

Weapons:
ACR the only difference between Jericho's rifle and this guy's is that instead of the ACOG Jericho uses an EOtech holographic sight. Carries 8 magazines of thirty rounds on his person. 6 in the triple mag pouch, one in the gun and one in his equipment pouch.

Springfield 1911 custom with hair trigger, skeleton hammer, polished slide and Houge grips. Also has a weapon light attached. Keeps in a custom Blackhawk! drop leg holster on his right leg. Carries 6 magazines with a capacity of 8 rounds each. 2 in his tac belt, 1 in the holster, 1 on his vest, 1 in the gun and 1 in his equipment pouch.

United Cutlery Ranger Hawk keeps this on a custom sheath on his tac. belt on his left.

Cold Steel Recon Tanto kept in his vest behind his triple mag pouch.

History

Jericho's life is disappointing but eventful. He grew up living in foster homes and never knowing who his biological parents were he joined the Army as a Ranger at 18 and served for three years until he was honorably discharged and found work as a private military contractor for a group known only by the name Legion. Never knowing love for anything all he found to live for in life was adrenaline. And this company could provide this as well as money.Legion works for money but has morals like Jericho had so it seemed like a good idea at the time. He was escorting a high profile individual through New York as the plague infected darn near everyone. Legion was in a business building when things really hit the fan. Jericho was able to make it out of the building alive with three men and the high value target but was separated after Jericho fell down a manhole that dropped him in the sewers. As he fell something happened above and shut his only way out. Now he just wants to get out alive.

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So begins...

Jericho Winters's Story

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A thud, a groan and a crash.

Those were the sounds that were heard after Jericho had managed to fall through an open manhole. Now Jericho isn't your average grunt, he is one of the best and falling through a manhole was not something an ex-Airborne Ranger or current Legion Merc would do. But with all the carnage on the streets above him a blanket or shirt or whatever the heck it was had been laid above the manhole just right and made the ground appear flat. What remained of his squad and the VIP were still above when he heard a crash and without warning the manhole was covered.

Luckily when Jericho hit the bottom of the sewer he somehow landed softly in the muck. After a few seconds of trying to realize what had just happened Jericho stood up and pulled out his 1911 and switched on the Surefire light attached to the rail. A bright 180 lumen light flooded the dark corridor and revealed anything that was once hidden in the cover of darkness. He aimed his Springfield from wall to wall to properly secure the area. Once Jericho felt it was safe using his left hand he clicked on his radio while still sweeping the corridor with the pistol in his right.
"Frostbite to Spartan, how copy?" Jericho paused, no answer. "Frostbite to Irish, how copy?" He paused again, nothing. "Frostbite to Iceman, anyone. Please respond!" The only response Jericho got was static. Jericho was not the type to swear, most would make fun of him for that but he was too intimidating for anyone to really say anything, but he did say "damn."

Jericho started to rethink of what he and his squad had planned. Head to the airport. That was it, they were going to man a specialized UH-60 Blackhawk and move to some island fortress out in the Pacific. He figured his squad would proceed to the airport so Jericho thought it would be best to keep moving in that direction. He glanced at his compass and found north. He proceeded to walk in the direction he confirmed was north. Slowly moving forward with his pistol drawn and at the ready he looked for any doors or ladders to get the hell out. After a few hundred yards he found a door to his left. Jericho opened the door with his left hand while his right aimed forward. He found another corridor but this one had lights hanging from the edges of the walls, "must be a maintenance entrance from a building" he thought to himself. Jericho proceeded forward hopeful to get out of the darkness and the stench. After a good 30 yards he reached the end of the hall, Jericho opened the door carefully once again and found a body slumped on a wall near the right of the door. This poor guy had probably been dead for at least three hours judging by the smell and lack of heat. He must have been trying to get out but why stop at the entry to the sewers?

Suddenly the poor guy grabbed for Jericho's right leg. Instinctively Jericho swung his left leg and kicked the sleeper in the head. The force knocked the creature a few feet but it was still groaning and moaning. Jericho aimed his .45 at the thing's head, after wasted ammo he figured out these... things could only be stopped by a gunshot to the head. He stopped and holstered the 1911 and instead pulled his tomahawk from its sheath. He'd rather get the thing silently than attract any in the building. The sleeper crawled towards him as Jericho waited, as the thing felt like it was in range of biting Jericho it tried to grab his leg again but this time Jericho reeled back his right arm and let loose one strike at the sleeper's head with the piercing side of the tomahawk. Its arms dropped and it stopped moaning. Pulling it out of the now dead creature he wiped the piercing end on the sleeper's white shirt. Scanning the room for more Jericho cautiously moved towards the next door.

He opened the door, tomahawk in hand, and found stairs. Jericho climbed the stairs and found himself in a hallway with a door to his right and a windowed door to his left. He moved towards the left door and looked out the window. He found that he was in a store, a small market type one. There was no movement or bodies so he opened this door and proceeded towards the exit. He finally found his way back out to the streets but he had no clue as to where he was. New York is a bloody maze of concrete and Jericho could not recognize any landmarks.

But he did see a blue haired walking tank 40 meters away towards a different direction. Jericho had thought walking talk cause this girl had a bow, a shotgun, a bat and what seemed like two handguns. Not wanting to startle this girl and get shot he grabbed the pistol grip of his very expensive ACR but kept it aimed down to show he wasn't a threat. He could still bring it up and fire if she was a threat though.

He tried whistling to get her attention.

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Jericho really wasn't surprised when the blue haired girl twisted around aiming the bow at him. He'd be concerned if she didn't. "Who are you?" She asked harshly
Jericho moved towards the girl with his right hand raised. She at least stopped pointing that bow at him, that was a small sign that she wasn't a bandit either. She moved towards him too. "Well?"

He was now five feet away from the girl and decided to stay at that distance. His right arm went from above his head to his stomach and bent over to a bow with his hand on his tanto just in case. "My name is Jericho Winters, Legion operative, just trying to get out of here alive." He bent back up and noticed her hand was on her hip near one of her pistols. "You know you don't have to worry about me trying to kill you or anything. Its just a relief to see Im not the only one. If I wanted to kill you I would have picked you off 50 yards back." He winked. "Besides, it'd be a crime to kill something as pretty as you. So I gave you my real name, could I get yours?"

Jericho smiled, he hoped the flirting wasn't too much but he wanted to show her that Jericho was one of the good guys. Besides he really wasnt flirting anyways. But she did have very amazing blue eyes... She is kinda cute... "HOLY CRAP GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME SHE'S LIKE 5 YEARS YOUNGER THAN YOU!" He thought to himself.

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Kaylie sighs, looking at some people huddling in the corners. Now she'd seen a lot of things, from men who had grown dread locks out of their top lips, to children who look like cigarettes. Nothing seemed to phase her much anymore. With a sigh she hears the helicopters outside and the whir of guns.

"Please... Help us!" A begging hand reaches out and Kaylie slaps it away, there was no time to be falling to other people's needs. It was an extreme Darwin world, only the best survive. She walks towards the back and heard a whimper.

"..Bosco?" She asks, turning slowly and he wags his tail, she knew that face anywhere.

"BOSCO!" She lets the 75 pound pitbull jump up on her and she tears up a bit, "I thought I lost you..." She had thought she lost Bosco one night because he ran off. She lets out a sigh of relief and checks him for any bites or scratches. A sigh of relief escapes her lips and she ruffles his ears.

"No more running away." She scolds and he whimpers. But she couldn't be mad.

"Come." She says, standing and reloading her pistol, holding it up as she pushes open the door.

She comes out to a girl with a bow and arrow and a man who seemed too flirty. She points the gun and Bosco growls next to Kaylie.

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"Fifty yards back huh? Well thank god you didn't. My sister would have hunted you down and ripped your throat out." She said taking his flirting to mind and deciding to ignore it for now. "I'm Avalon Goldwin." She said answering his question with a small smile. "I'm glad I'm not the only one too. I had no idea that reporter was telling the truth until my mother got the jump on me and tried eating me." She said uncrossing her arms again and turning. "We should get moving. We stay here to long lord know what will happen. Unless you want to just leave something as pretty as me on my own."

Jericho stepped towards her again so he could lightly put his hand on her shoulder so Avalon would stop walking. "Hold on sweetheart, I like how you're straight to the point but let's not rush into anything." He looked around "Let's head over to that store over there, we gotta talk about what we're gonna do first alright? And by the way if it were up to me I'd never leave a pretty thing like you." He winked and started walking over to what seemed like a pawn shop. When he noticed a another girl.

A girl with a gun aimed at him.

In the blink of an eye Jericho dropped to one knee and pulled out his ACR and aimed it at this girl, ok not so much the girl but more of her gun. Jericho does not like shooting girls.

"Hey, we're on the same team here. Let's just cool down a bit k? Let's drop the guns and be civil"

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"Well let's just say that I won't shoot if you guys don't want me as a mid afternoon snack." Kaylie frowns at both of them and she clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth, slowly putting the gun back in the holster and she tilts her head to the side.

"Can't trust much of anyone." She gives a shrug and places a hand on Bosco's neck and he sits down, his eyes never leaving the two others. WIth a small moment she chuckles a bit, running a hand through her hair, pushing the bangs from her eyes.

"Strange seeing people actually alive and kicking." Her eyes flicker across the street, taking a instinctive 360 of the place.

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As the new girl put her gun down Jericho approached her. "Jericho's the name. Shooting's the game." He said as he held out his hand.

Avalon walked into the pawn shop. Jericho sighed, "If you want to hang with us you can. We're just trying to get out. Now if you'll excuse me I have to watch Miss Big Blue Hair..."

Jericho followed her with his tomahawk unsheathed.

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Jericho pulled out his 1911 with his left hand, now dual wielding Jericho used his tomahawk as the offensive weapon and the 1911 for mopping up any survivors. As he witnessed Ava get knocked to the ground he couldn't help but gasp at the sight of the creature. Until this point the only things he's seen were slow walking monsters. Not this agile... thing! Jericho stopped caring about accuracy and started lighting the hunter up. Both with his surefire light and with hollow point .45s. His first round struck its arm and the second in its torso but it hopped off somewhere as two bullets were wasted and hit the store counter sending splinters into the air.

"Ava! Get back outside!" He fired the remainder of his magazine into the horde in the back of the room as he moved backwards. "Phoenix! Go with her! Move! move!"

Jericho made it back out to the street as he holstered the Springfield and unslung his ACR. He lined up his holographic sight with the first walker or runner or whatever the heck it was and squeezed the trigger. The head popped and the body dropped. Jericho kept moving backwards as he let loose controlled single shots from his ACR. Empty brass casings littered the ground as fire erupted from the barrel of his beloved ACR.

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Avalon Goldwin

Avalon finished her can of fruit and took off the chain from around her neck looking at it. "Where are you Nyx? God I hope your even still alive." She whispered to herself as she slipped the chain and ring into her pocket. She leaned her head back on the chair and watched Jericho sit down next to her. She smiled and shifted herself on the chairs to where she was laying down across them with her head gently resting on his lap. Everything that had happened today had drained her complete of all energy and she found herself slowly drifting to sleep. "Your welcome, for saving you today. To be honest I was scared I wouldn't get to you on time." Her eyes flicked to the guy that had just entered. "Yes we know. We're safe her for now."

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Justin's face took a very curious look to it. Locking eyes with the man who pointed his weapon at him. he lowered his weapon and thought about what was going on. He could not, however wrap his mind around it. He choose his words carefully. A full thirty seconds had past before he spoke even a word.

"So.... You guys are fully aware of whats going on out there." Justin paused for moment and looked they guy over. His face took an even more dumbfounded look when he realized that this guy clearly some sort of prior service. Justin pointed at the guy with his gun, his finger off the trigger. "You're prior service, and you just didn't bother to check the back door? I could have been one of those four legged stalking thingys and at the very lest gotten on of you guys." Justin said in a slightly mocking tone with a look that drove his point just a little bit more into the outfield .

Justin held out his hand and shook Ava's. "Nice to meet you Ava." He said with a smile before looking back and pointing at Tim. "You're my boy Tim. A scholar beyond your years."He waste little time getting into his real reason for being there. "It's been about two days since I had any sleep at all, about that long for food as well. I just need a remotely safe place to get some shut eye." Justin's tone was calm. A little calm for having a weapon with a laser sight aimed at his chest.

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Justin downed the drink handed to him. He kinda like it, not one he would ever order first but he's had much worse than that in his life. Placing the glass on the nearest table. Justin put away his over the top knife. In truth it was to dull to be used as a weapon against a human but against a zombie it was near perfect. Justin did however pull out his Recon 1 folding knife. It was hands down, the better of the two. The blade was much stronger and sharper. His knife in left and his handgun in his right he took a seat in to a chair before ever saying a word. He was starting to worry about the brunnett that had yet to say anything. If anyone was going to try anything it was going to be her.

"Night ladies. Tim, try and get some rest. If you want to get out on a search party you'll need it. More than likely we're going to have a decent trek to find anyone."

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Jericho was really thrown off by the sudden kiss but he accepted it. He had not kissed a girl in a few years, he always felt like he'd never need one. All he would ever need was a rifle and an objective. But he always felt empty, a lost feeling of belonging. But when Ava kissed him he felt like he was suppose to be here right her and right now with this amazing girl in his arms.Jericho returned the kiss while closing his eyes. He held her a little tighter and could not believe that although he was in Hell he found a little piece of Heaven.

He pulled away after remembering there was other people around and that there was Doomsday happening right outside those doors. He looked around, he really didnt care who was looking but he didnt want anyone to get any unwanted feelings stirring up. He looked at Ava's beautiful blue eyes. "Im glad its blue now, blue is my favorite color by the way..."

He looked down at his rifle leaned up on the table. The Remington ACR. Chambered in the 5.56 Nato round and militarized so it shot on full automatic. Made of high density carbon fibers, it would never rust, never crack, never fall apart or never crumble. A firing system that made it the most reliable in the world. In addition to the Magpul accessories he had on there it was the perfect rifle. Expensive though, he spent at least 4,000 bucks on it. And for the last couple of years that was what kept him going. A tool to defend the defenseless. A sword to pierce the heart of darkness.

But now? Now he had another reason to keep going.

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As everyone else was sound asleep Jericho kept watch, he already got his hour of sleep. That would keep him running for at least a day or two. Just like in the Sierra Leon... The Warlords over there were ruthless but Legion had left a mighty big boot imprint on their faces before they left. Legion showed them that there is more to the world than children and women to be bullied, there were sheepdogs willing to protect them. Even if the only money he made there was 20 bucks him and his squad felt like they were paid too much for taking out sorry excuses for men. But that was his first mission with his newly acquired Bushmaster ACR. Jericho had been following this rifle since it was known as the Magpul Masada way back in 2005. The ACR gained its popularity when it was featured in the Modern Warfare series but because of that most people thought they knew everything about the ACR. Jericho would laugh when he heard about the myths of the gun but he would keep to himself and just smile and nod. On this mission alone he clocked in over 40 kills at a Warlord camp in less than an hour with his newfound love. He overthrew Warlord Mohad Assem and in his place was put a young teenager who was willing to put his life on the line for democracy and equality. Good kid, Jericho hoped his people wasnt affected by these things. Of course Jericho wasn't alone when all of this was accomplished. He had all or Reaper Squad behind him, they were considered the best but they would never acknowledge this. They were just humble.

Reaper Squad...
Spartan, Irish, Iceman then finally Jericho as Frostbite.

A greek immigrant to the US Spartan always carried around that stupid Kel-Tec shotgun. Slide action and bull pup with over 14 rounds of ammo it was actually a nice shotgun. The reason why he thought it was stupid was cause it was still a slide action aka pump. Why would the guys at Kel-Tec not make this thing semi auto? The KSG matched his personality though. Spartan was loud and had many different skill sets. From breaching to close quarters combat Spartan was the guy you'd turn to for help in CQB.

Irish was... Well... Irish. Jericho hated to be stereotypical but he was a loud drunk that liked to fight. He chuckled thinking about him. He carried around "The Highlander." it was essentially an M249 SAW with the best parts money could buy. Irish increased the firing rate, threw in a LE stock with a recoil reducing pad, attached a specialized RIS unit on the front, a holographic sight on top and a very unique 40mm grenade launcher on front. Highlander was as heavy as a Civic but Irish ate Civics for late night snacks. 6'4 and 240 lbs Jericho never wanted to fight the large SOB.

Finally Iceman, a Navy SEAL that like Jericho was not satisfied with what the government was doing and thus joined Legion. Men and women who wanted to make a real difference. He had a very impressive resume, he was actually part of the team that took out the infamous Bin Laden. Cool, collected, quiet, Iceman was much like Jericho. He just simply lost faith in the human race but he always told Jericho to find a reason worth fighting for. He said he lost his reason a long time ago and he would hate to see Jericho wind up like him. But Jericho had a deep respect for the man, he was after all his mentor. Over 4 and a half decades old, Iceman was a force to be reckoned with. He liked his SCAR-L he carried back in ST6 so he decided to buy it. He always had a suppressor on it as well as a 4x Trijicon ACOG sight.

Jericho had to stop thinking about Reaper Squad and focus on his current group. Two badass females, one very different male and one hot shot. He'd get along with all of them but he may have problems with the hot shot. He seemed to be military but he also seemed to be the type of guy that went and got hammered every weekend at a sports bar. A shame to have talent but not use them in life to help others. So far it looked like he was in this for himself but Jericho wasn't going to turn away anyone needing help. That's why he didn't oppose to letting him stay the night. If he wanted to stay with the group he could. Jericho would never turn down any opportunity to help someone. If his group reached 50 people he would defend them until his heart stopped beating.

Everyone knew how he felt about Ava, he felt like a manwhore cause he only knew her name for maybe five hours before they kissed.

Phoenix seemed like one tough cookie, especially with her dog. Seemed like she could take on anything.

Then there was Tim, good man.

Jericho noticed the new guy waking up and drinking from his canteen and said a morning greeting. Which only confirmed what Jericho thought of the man. "Foods in the back like Tim said. You might want to stock up. I'm not sure if you want to join us in getting out or not but we just want you to know you're welcome to. And we may not have a lot of supplies but please help yourself to em!" Jericho smiled " The names Jericho Winters by the way. I'd shake your hand but I'm a little tied up at the moment." he looked down at the bundle of blue hair still on his lap. " Please excuse our first encounter the other day, we were all on edge. "

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Ava moaned hearing Jericho and the new guy talk. "What time is it?" She asked slowly as she sat up looking around and rubbing her eyes. She yawned and grabbed her backpack not waiting for an answer before walking into the back bathroom and changing out of her bloody mess of clothing. She walked up to one of the sinks and looked in the mirror. She had specs of blood all over her face and her makeup was smeared. Not like that was a major problem, but her appearance was below ecxepting even for a zombie apocalypse. She frowned and ran some water, splashing it on her face and whipping away the splatters with a paper towel and touching up her makeup the best she could without having to add more. She yawned again and turned leaving the bathroom and sitting down. "So what's the plan? We gonna just walk around until we get attacked again out there or are we gonna stay holed up? Cuz the red head out there seems to be having a fun time." She said pointing out the window to the girl that was smoking her cigarette on the hood of a car.

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In her dream, Nyx was happy and laughing. She was laying on the large, four-post bed in her parents room, the velvet of the rarely used covers soft against her stomach. Around her rose the four wooden posts of the bed holding up a sheer white canopy. Beside her lay her sister Avalon. Everything was bathed in a surreal beauty, colors brighter than she remembered them, Avalon's skin practically luminescent, the sheer white canopy enveloping them in their own little world of childish laughter and secrets.

Yet somehow the two blond girls seemed far away. Nyx watched herself lean over and giggle something secret in Avalon's ear who reacted by throwing her blond head back in laughter. She had had so many bad memories in her life that standing here at the edge of this world, observing this happy one now hurt. She shouldn't feel like an outsider. The happy girl on the bed with her sister was
her this was her memory and yet she felt as though she was watching a movie. Only able to watch the scene, not feel the emotions.

The two girls before her rolled onto their backs in laughter and stared up at the wispy white canopy as their giggles slowly died away breathlessly. This room had always been where Nyx and Avalon had shared their secrets and come to laugh, talk, do homework, or read. Her parents were nearly never home so their room was often unused, but sitting on the bed, the two of them had almost felt their presence. As if the white canopy walls were a good enough substitute for their mothers arms.

The scene before her made her smile as well as yearn to be there. To be them.

Seconds later, the scene changed as dreams do, yet Nyx was still in the same room. The two girls on the bed were a little older now, but this time they weren't happy and giggling. This time they were wickedly whispering back and forth in angry tones about what they were going to do to the new nanny. How they were going to drive her away.

Again the scene changed and the girls were older still, sitting together under the canopy. Nyx's heart wrenched as she watched Avalon break down into sobs, throwing her arms around her dream-self. She watched as the two girls held each other for a long time, and now Nyx truly connected with the picture before her. The emotions flooded her and she closed her eyes. These were emotions she was familiar with, things she knew how to handle.

The scene then changed one last time, and this time, Nyx was no longer viewing her life from the outside. And she was no longer in the safety if her parents bedroom. Now she stood outdoors. Trees stretched up around her, but not in the wild way of the forest, in a trim, precise way. Like a garden or something. The smells of Autumn drifted towards her on a cool breeze and Nyx took a few steps. What was she supposed to be seeing here? Another few steps, and she tripped over a rock, falling flat on her face.

On the ground, Nyx turned to find that what she thought had been a rock at first, was actually a headstone. Looking down among the trees, she realized that others stretched in long rows between the trunks. This particular one was small and grown over with roots of a large maple. Hands shaking, Nyx reached forward to yank away the roots, fearing what she would find there.

One final tug and the name was clearly visible. A slight shriek exploded from her as she fell back into the dirt in startled surprise, staring at the engraved letters in disbelief: "Avalon Goldwin" She shook her head frantically and stood. This no longer felt like a dream. Afterall, how could a dream be so detailed? Right down to the smell of the Autumn leaves.

Fearfully, she stood and took off running only to be tripped by another gravestone. This one was blank, but as she watched, letters began to etch themselves into the stone: N.
Oh God. Y. Oh God. X. Nyx closed her eyes, unable to watch.

When she opened them again, they were still there, clear as day: "Nyx Goldwin."


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Celeste woke to a continual banging at her door. Her heart jumped into her throat and she had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming. Blood trickled from the cut and suddenly the pounding grew more frantic. Whatever was on the other side had smelled her blood. Fuck. Running her fingers through her long brown hair, Celeste shrank back into the corner of the room, wrapping her arms tight around her knees. Maybe it was better if she died. Then this would all be over anyway right?

She had barely gotten an hour of sleep in three days when she came to the building she was in now. It was seemingly empty and Celeste had needed a serious recharge so she'd decided to stay the night in one of the rooms. Unfortunately, there was neither electricity nor running water in any of the rooms. She knew how to cook from her days on the farm, but without food that would be impossible and without running water, so was a shower. She was still dressed in the checked yellow sundress she'd put on two days ago. The lace edges were torn and one of the straps was broken, hanging limply on her shoulder.

The only form of supplies Celeste had left home with was a metal bat she'd found in a truck and her pills. She knew how to swing the bat at least. She'd been on a softball team back in Alabama, but that was all the self defense she knew. The beating at the door grew louder and a growl rumbled on the other side.

Celeste couldn't help it. She let out a squeak and squeezed herself tighter, closing her eyes and burying her face in her knees a moment before lifting her head. She was going to die here in an alien city in someone else's apartment and no one would ever know or care. But it would all end. She would finally be free of this hell.

No. She couldn't think like that. Why was she thinking so morbidly? Celeste glanced at the window. It was late afternoon. She'd been asleep for hours, meaning it'd been hours since she'd taken her medication. Pinching her eyes shut tight, she tried to steady her breathing as she reached into the small pocket in her sundress and pulled out a baggie of white pills.

Not wanting to think about what would happen when she ran out, Celeste took one and put them away without bothering to see how many were left.

Looking back to the door again, she found that the creature was almost finished breaking it down. It could have simply pushed it open by now for sure, but it seemed absorbed in fully breaking off the door before it got to her. Stupid creatures. Apparently they were only able to focus on one thing at a time. Shaking, Celeste rose, bat hanging at her side.

She pressed her shoulder blades into the corner and closed her eyes as she raised her bat and placed it tenetively on her shoulder. The creature on the other side of the door was a hunter. How long had if been stalking her? From what she'd seen, they could move incredibly fast. She better take it out while it was still preoccupied.

Cautiously, grip on the bat firm, Celeste crossed the room to the feral thing beating on the door. It saw her and grew frantic, reaching out a hand to grab at her. She squeaked and jumped back avoiding a scratch, but it managed to grab hold of her dress, tearing a clean chunk out of the bottom.

Celeste took a second to compose herself before stepping back up to the thing. This time she didn't hesitate. Instead, she slammed her bat down on the zombie's neck with a sickening crack. It fell with a thud. Just to be sure, she hit it again in the skull with another crack before deciding that, without a door, the apartment was no longer safe.

Celeste made her way down to the ground floor and slipped out a side door that opened up into an alley. She stopped to press her back against the wall and slide to the ground, breathing heavily, trying to get a grip on herself. She'd just killed a person. It may have been out for her blood and infected, but it had been a living, breathing, human once.

Slowly, the panic drained away and Celeste focused on her surroundings. Were those... voices? As far as she knew, the infected couldn't talk. They had to be people. But would they kill her instantly? Celeste shook that off. What reason would they have? She had nothing but her medication, the clothes on her back, and the bat in her hand. Maybe these people were okay.

Standing, she followed the voices down the alley to a door, hanging slightly open on it's hinges. The door seemed to be the back door of a bar. She peeked in without quite stepping in. Yes. Definitely people. All standing in the bar talking with their backs to her. Celeste pulled her head from the doorway and pressed herself to the alley wall to breathe a second. Okay, you can do this. Just don't look threatening and they might spare you. She glanced down at herself in her torn dress, holding nothing but a bat, her small delicate form. Well at least she didn't have to worry about intimidating them. The only reason they'd have to kill her is because they didn't want her slowing them down. She'd just hand over her bat if they wanted it that bad. No need to die over it.

Once she reassured herself, Celeste let the bat hang at her side, making it obvious that she had no intention of using it before slowly pushing the door open and stepping inside. The ground was cold on her bare feet and the people still had their backs to her. She took the second to look them over. A girl with a dog smoking a cigarette, a girl with blue hair, and three boys.

Again she moved across the vast space between them slowly, cautiously, and stepping so light and delicately she made no noise for she'd had to ditch the heels she'd had on the first day. "Don't kill me." She spoke tentatively, fear evident on her face as she crept forward, every muscle in her body ready to flee in an instant if she had to.