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Tim Flenn

"Geez, can a guy not get sleep around here?"

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a character in “Dead Morning America”, as played by austyn101


Name: Tim Flenn
Age: 23
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Job: Bar Tender
Fears: Being alone in a room, knowing there are some of them around.
Opinion: "If these idiots would have followed what the feds told us, we would not be a world full of uglies."
Brief history: Tim loved video games when he was younger. He played all of the resident evil's, Doom, Dead Rising. He left high school, and lived on his own. He used to watch survivour man, and learned how to survive on his own. He was given the chance to be a bar tender, so he took it. He was not ready for what was about to gather into h is bar... He always had a shotgun under his bar, but never knew that there was no ammo for it. He learned to use the fire axe that was just for emergency's, but was an invasion an emergancy?

So begins...

Tim Flenn's Story

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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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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."


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.