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Samuel Bryant

"Look on he bright side, no more traffic....ever..."

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a character in “Last of Us”, as played by legacy14

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❝It's always darkest before it turns absolutely pitch black.❞

Collective Soul | Heavy




ImageBASICS- "Only what you need to know."

| Name | Samuel Bryant

| Nickname | Sam

| Role | 'The Cook'

| Gender | Male

| Age | 27


| Eye Color | Brown

| Hair Color | Dark Brown

| Height | 5'11''

| Weight | 176 lbs

| Occupation | Restaurant Owner

| Birthplace | Dublin, Ireland

| Distinct Markings | A few Tattoos


| Physical Description |
Standing at an average height just shy of six feet, Sam doesn't look like much at first glance. His body is built lean and he has kept it that way despite his love of food, while adding on a little extra muscle that comes with staying in shape. He normally tries to keep his face and semi-short dark hair in clean cut and in order, but tends to skip a day shaving more often than not, sporting a slightly scruffy look. He typically wears anything that is comfortable such as a pair of plain jeans and a t-shirt with boots or sneakers.






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Mentality- "Because it's what's on the inside that counts, most of the time..."


| Personality |
Not exactly what you would call a 'Soft-Spoken' individual. Sam is more commonly acknowledged as a very outspoken and, often times, rash individual. There is absolutely no filter between mind and mouth and if he thinks it, you will usually hear it. Despite this, he is usually pretty decent at avoiding being rude and will often have a point to some of the rambling he sometimes get into. Even though he may not look it, he is a pretty entertaining individual, always trying to lighten he mood or bring a laugh out of someone. Sometimes, even when they really don't want to.


| Skills/Talents |
-Culinary expert
-Inventive and Quick-Witted
-In Amazing Shape
-Great with his hands

| Fears |
-Suffocating - "No thank you..."
-Hairless Cats - "Those lil' freaks are evil!"
-Starving - "We never want to be without food."

| Quirks |
-Can't sing, so he hums random songs
-Loves high places
-Easily Distracted
-Doing nothing bugs him

| History |
Sam was born the oldest to four children in Dublin, Ireland where his father and mother lived. When his mother died around Sam's 13th birthday, His father decided it was time for a drastic change, and moved Sam, his two brothers, and his sister to the United States and opened his own Restaurant. This was Sam's first job, and the occupation of most of his time when he was able to work. The other half of his time was devoted to watching after his siblings while his father struggled to make ends meet in their new country.

While deciding to attend college or not years later, Sam decided it best to keep working and eventually took over the Restaurant as his father passed away when Sam was 20. He continued to raise his younger siblings while maintaining the restaurant and eventually was the only family member left as his siblings left for far away schools across the country, and one in England. Sam took the opportunity to expand the culinary business and took out several loans to complete his project. His venture was extremely successful an he quickly became a popular name around the North Eastern US.

With his new profitable venture, Sam took a bit of time off and began to travel when he first heard of the new virus threatening the world's medical field. Thinking it was just another 'cry wolf' by scientists, Sam blew it off until he was visiting his sister at her apartment outside London, England. Trying to confirm his next day flight back to the US, Sam found out that all air traffic out of England was being shut down for fear of spreading the rapidly infectious virus. Soon after, his sister caught the virus and Sam rushed her to the hospital only to lose her a few days later. Stuck grieving the death of his sister, the world went to hell as Sam was stranded in an unfamiliar country.




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So begins...

Samuel Bryant's Story

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Image"Sorry, Pecker Head..."

Sam brought the mid-sized cleaver down and removed the chicken's head as he sat outside the small house outside of London. He had come here days after the infection began dropping people like flies, setting up shop and taking refuge from all the maniacs trying to flee the city. It had been a great place as well; way off from normal traveling means, the abandoned house was kind of a pain to find when you were looking for it, much less so when you had no idea it was there. Out in the country as the place was, a few small animals were common find and Sam had gotten luck with a few chickens hanging around nearby. Pecker Head, as he called her, was the last of them. And getting ready for a trip back into London itself, Sam had to choices: let the chicken go, or kill it and bring the meat. He liked the chicken, but he loved having food much more. And after a year living in the area, the pickings had become scarce. He needed to get what he could find in the city before taking off on a trip to wherever he was headed next.

It only took Sam's trained hands a few minutes to finish chopping up the feathered animal and pickle it away in one of his jars, long empty of what it had previously contained. Tucking the jar in his only pack with the rest of the few canned goods he had left, he threw on his jacket and began walking back to the rail lines that could bring him into the city. Sam avoided the roads, too many corpses crowding the cars and surrounding areas...




He hadn't been to the city since his sister had passed away, and for good reason. Sam knew the dangers of hanging around dead bodies soon after they had passed on. All the bacteria and infections they carried were as deadly as a bullet to the face. Not something he thought of as a good time.

The first bout of thunder rolled in over the city soon after Sam arrived. It was slow going as Sam continuously stopped and monitored his surroundings, staying out of sight and off the normal roads in and out of the city. There hadn't been any sign of any other people alive, but Sam had not lived this long just to shun all caution now. With that thought, Sam adjusted the machete sticking over his shoulder to make sure it was was easily accessible. It was one of the many useful objects he had found at the abandoned house outside the city, and aside from his meager cooking utensils, it was one of his only effective weapons in case he did run into someone.

The swift patter of rain began trickling into the city, slowly at first, but quickly picking up in intensity as the storm rolled in. He made sure to top off the three bottles of water he had in his pack, as well as filling the other empty jar he carried with him before getting out of the downpour. Running into one of the only nearby buildings that didn't already looked looted or run down, Sam shook out his jacket and hair. It appeared to be an old mill or unused factory a little distance away from a warehouse or some random storage plot barricaded in by a chain-link fence.

He quickly went to work in scouting around the building to find it, unsurprisingly, unused. Pulling the steel wool he brought along with him, Sam gathered up a few dry materials around the floor and headed up to the second floor to set up his small fire pit. A small, 9V battery lit up the steel wool easily as Sam touched the metal filaments to the old battery. Adding in the dry debris, Sam soon had a decent fire going as he warmed himself. Barricading the fire from the outside with a few cinder blocks, and adding damp card board over the top, his fire was nicely concealed from any prying eyes. As he pulled the chicken from his pack, he used a bit of tin foil to create a makeshift stove and began cooking the delicious meat. As the fat popped and sizzled, Sam's mouth began to water and the area was flooded with the irresistible aroma of Pecker Head.


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Aries Wolfe


As Aries looked through the shattered and serrated window panes of the old wood cabin she took harbor in, she could not only see the electrifying light show taking place, she could also hear its rattling strike. She muttered a not-so-polite curse under her breath before turning and looking away. Last time there was a storm this big, the roof of the old place not only began to leak more, but the old haggard trees started falling one after another. The place she had taken refuge in for over three months, she now deemed too unsafe to live in, as she was afraid trees would start falling onto the house, causing some of the pieces of wood that the lodge was built of to end up falling on her, that in return, kills her.

The elderly cabin was about an hour away from London, and was surrounded by a dark green forest. How she found this place, was by pure luck. She had gone to go hunting from more animal meat, when in the woods she stumbled upon a man made trail. She had nothing to go on but optimism from what was to appear at the end of it, but she followed her intuition and trudged along it. About an hour later, she stumbled upon the formerly family owned abode. Deciding to stay there was a rapid and painless verdict. When she entered the log cabin, there was no indication of any carcasses. It was a secure bet to say that it was unlikely she would be contaminated by the disease here; then again she didn’t really care if she caught it or not.

Aires considers herself a walking opposition. She fears both existence and death, but then at the same time she couldn’t care less if she lived or died. Yet, it was always like that even before that grave disease starting wiping out mankind as if it were a pesky fly. She was always a sadder child. She wasn’t depressed, but she had always felt neglected by her peers and parents. She was a very anti-social person, the only person she would ever actually find herself talking to was her baby brother Luka. She protected him from the world, as her parents did not. The Wolfe family wasn’t essentially a wealthy family but they were pretty well off, as Aires parents were pretty established business people. So established they had no time for their kids. Her brother had Cystic Fibrosis, a disease where fluid would jam up the lungs making it complicated for the person to breath. His case wasn’t as dreadful as for him to have to carry around an oxygen tank as some others did, but he was always hopped up to some type of medicine, and always had some sort of tube on him whenever he slept. His life expectancy was around twenty years of age, but he died when he was ten when he was one of the first people In London to seize the illness. It struck him pretty hard and fast too, as he could catch any bug within a matter of seconds with his immune system being so poor. When her parents had figured out what he had caught, they didn’t even second guess what course of action they would take. They kicked him out of the house. Aires fought, screamed, swore, and thrashed at her parents, and ended up leaving the house trying to find him. She didn’t come back until a couple of days later, after searching the whole city without getting a wink of sleep trying to find his body. It was about a month after that, that he parents died of the virus. Aries from that point found it hard to find anyone alive, as she moved from place to place in London. All she carried around with her was a couple of carved arrows and a carved bow, a patched and torn backpack filled with a couple of random things she figures might come in handy that she took from abandoned houses, her beaten up acoustic guitar, and a dagger she has on a small sheath on her right thigh. She just goes by now, trying to survive. Yet she’s not careful at the same time. If she were to get the disease at this point, whether it be from eating a bad piece of meat, or attaining it from a corpse, she wouldn’t care as she is already so broken and torn to give a damn.

Picking up her bag off the floor, she slung it on her back, adjusting the straps so it hung a little looser so she could also sling her bow across her back without it being too uncomfortable, in which she did also. Making her way into the kitchen, she opened up the cupboards where she grabbed the last bit of fresh meat she had from her last hunting excursion, and a couple of harmless berries she had found. Packing them up with the rest of her little belongings, she pulled the hood of her thick, but torn, army green coat over her head and pushed back her long shadowy brunette hair. Walking towards the broken hinged, swinging door, she scooped up her guitar in her hand, and made her way out of the cabin. The ground beneath her feet was turned to marsh, as she made her way into the forest area, where she soon found the muddy trail. She sauntered along, looking out for any animals that could try an attack her, but they must have all gone away, trying to shelter themselves from the storm. Aries sustained on, the heavy rain and cackling thunder becoming a sort of soundtrack to her boring hour long journey to the forsaken city that she used to call home.

She was glad that in the woods area it was extremely rare to find a dead body, as it disturbed her utterly. Not because that it was a decaying mass of what used to be a living, breathing individual, but of the fact that she always had a spark of hope that the body might be her brothers. The truth is, Aries when she sleeps, has extremely gore filled, disturbing nightmares about her brother and his death, that all ends up being on her hands. She tries going days on end without sleeping, just to avoid the dreams, and in return, she ends up being very sleep deprived most of the time, and that doesn’t help her energy levels.

A yawn escaped her mouth, and if trying to occupy herself to thrive on, she started humming a small tune under her soft breath, and as if almost by cue, she found herself stepping off the trail, and onto a dirt road. “About fifteen more minutes until the city.” She groaned tiredly under her breath, before continuing along, glad by the knowledge that soon she’d find a new place, hopefully one that’s not leaking.

Aries stopped humming as her large soled boots scuffed a cracked concrete paved road, signalling her that she finally arrived in London. That wasn’t the only signal though, as she was suddenly overwhelmed by the sight and smell of rotting body’s. “I have to get off the main road.” She slurred to herself, knowing that if she did so, she would run into less off the body’s. Aries brought herself to a small jog, still clutching her guitar for dear life in her hand. As she hit a street block, she slowed down and continued walking, trying to find a good place of shelter to settle in to.

As she walked along, her brown eyes caught hold of a large, abandoned looking warehouse. It was rather small, and not fenced off so it was pretty accessible. Walking into the warehouse, she knew it was only good for a temporary stay inside, but figured it would be best to get out of the rain for now. Dropping her bag beside her and pushing the hood off her head, she sat down, still keeping her bow slung on her back. As she settled down, she sighed in relief, and began strumming her guitar quietly, humming softly along to the tune.

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Ryan sat there on her bed, looking at the last bit of her MRE rations she brought for fucking camping! Not survival shit! She rubbed her forehead with her palm, this sucks. A whole damn year! A long ass fucking damn year! She looked at the little mixed matched stuff, one sugar packet, cocoa mix, Non-dairy creamer, pound cake, Western Style Beans and Salt & Pepper package. The rain still battered at her window, making it impossible for her to go hunt for meat. Luckily animals couldn't catch the infections, which eluded Ryan but was a plus. A year ago, the idea of eating a dog was taboo, unorthodox. But now it was survival, an aspect of everyday life. The occasional chicken or even a damn cat was perfect as long as they had actual meat on the bones.

Mixing the sugar, cocoa, and creamer together with a water added here and there created a chocolate like frosting. Slather that on the pound cake and ta-da! Cake. Guarantee this will be the last time she ever has cake again. She snorted and stuffed the thing in her mouth as she stood from the bed. Her little hotel room wasn't that far from a warehouse, she never actually bothered to investigate the property. But something perked her interest and as soon as the damn rain stopped she was going to see if there was anything of use in the old warehouse. Food, clothing, and ammunition where the top three on the list. Followed by alcohol.

She stood at the sliding glass door and caught movement from the corner of her eye. Her head snapped to the side as she watched someone jog across the road and into the warehouse. She choked on her makeshift cake as she watched the person disappear. That wasn't a figment of the imagination? I couldn't be. But she hasn't seen any living human in over a damn year. She mentally did that, forced herself to have a reason to actually go to the warehouse. Ryan shook her head and opened the sliding glass door out to the balcony. Sticking her head out she squinted through the curtain of rain and into the warehouse. She didn't see anyone, but the idea at someone, an actual living person besides her in the building drove her curiosity meter through the roof.

A war waged in her. Go out into the rain and actually find another person or SWW, (Stay, Wait, Watch.) The former sounded wonderful, but the latter was rational. Ryan had previous problems with seeing things that aren't there and after a year with no social contact your brain plays tricks on you. She pulled her head back in the room and closed the door, dragging a hand down her face and rubbing her jaw. Pulling a chair from the small breakfast table she parked it in front of the glass door, sitting on it backwards with her arms folded and her chin propped. She felt like a stalker, a creeper in the window. But the feeling was washed away as soon as it swam up. People, she snorted and hoped to god that she wasn't seeing things and that the hooded figure was real.

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Sam sat back against the hard surface of the wall behind him, still tucked away in his little corner of the factory, the fire in front of him still relatively concealed. The chicken was so good, he wanted to eat the rest of it. Lightly spiced with a few of the random ingredients he had found throughout the last few months, Sam definitely could have asked for a better meal, but the chicken was probably the best that anyone had eaten in a while. But unfortunately, his urge to devour the rest of his food lost the fight against his rationalizing mind, knowing he needed to save what he had until he could get a more plentiful supply.

The water patted on the roof in a steady drum, ringing and echoing through the building because of the metal roof. Looking around, Sam let out a rather exasperated sigh, knowing there wasn't much to do. His utensils were cleaned and wiped down already, everything he had taken out to make his fire and cook the chicken was now stashed away again, and he couldn't wander around the city aimlessly due to the rain and thunder. Well I could... he thought silently. Though pneumonia doesn't sound too fun... He decided to walk over to the window facing out into the world of rain and thunder just to take a look around. Sitting on the sill, he rubbed a spot off the dirt-crusted window large enough for him to look around. Although there really wasn't much to see. A hotel sat a bit up the road, and the warehouse he had spotted earlier sat a little ways off---

"What the?!" Sam nearly lost his seat as he spotted movement near the warehouse. Instead, he caught himself and shot up quickly, catching a glimpse of the hooded figure and what looked like a guitar before smacking his head against the upper sill. "Holy hell!" He shouted, grasping his head where he hit the hard surface. Locking his eyes back on the scene of the warehouse, he searched for the figure once more, only to find it gone. Am I seeing things now..? Shaking his head, he abolished the thought and ran over his belongings, throwing on his jacket over the hooded t-shirt he already wore. Kicking dirt over his fire, he made sure it was out before running over to the window to look out once more, again seeing nothing.

The elevator was slightly open and he forced the door the rest of the way to see the decent drop to the first floor below him, the elevator too far up to be of any use. "Screw it..." He said as he checked his pack was secure and jumped out with both gloved hands to catch the elevator cables and spin to a halt. Locking his ankles around the cable below himself, he lowered himself down to the first floor again rather quickly, huffing a bit as he hit the ground. Rushing in his haste, he stopped at the door of the factory as he threw it open and stared out into the rain. Rushing out didn't seem like a logical idea at the moment. He had no idea who it was he saw, or if he really saw someone. "Beats sitting around here," he said before throwing his hood up over his head and running out into the rain.

Sam made it quickly to the fence surrounding the warehouse and hurried over. Already completely drenched by time he made it to a door, he tugged on it and said a silent thank you when it opened easily. "Jesus..." he said as he caught his breath and shut the door behind him, standing in self made puddle from the water rolling off of him. "Save some water for the damn oceans...."

Taking a step further inside, Sam cupped his hands to his mouth, "Anyone home?!" He shouted out, squinting to see inside the darkness of the warehouse.

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Kenleigh Smith

Image Kenleigh had been sitting on her homemade cot when the stray jumped up and began barking. The warehouse was large, so it could be anything. That’s what she thought before she heard the strum of a guitar.

People? She asked herself, grabbing a few things before she set off to find whoever it was. Maybe she was hearing things now, imagining it. Oh, I’m going crazy. She let out a stifled laugh as she turned a corner.

Nobody was there, and Kenleigh felt a little disappointed. Her disappointment disappeared when the sound of a door shutting echoed through the warehouse. She couldn’t see a thing in the corridor, no windows running through it and the power had been out for a long, long time. If someone was here, she just hoped it wasn’t a killer.

“Anyone home?!" Someone yelled. Startled by the sudden noise, Kenleigh dropped her knife and let out a shriek. The girl’s eyes widened as she put her hands over her mouth, taking a step back. Why am I such an idiot?! She looked around, seeing the blade of her knife glint in what little light there was.

The girl grabbed the knife, almost tripping over herself as she did. She stood up, inching her way back towards her little haven in the warehouse, where most of the light was.

“St-stay where you are.” She hissed, not able to see the man (Well he sounded like a man) in the darkness. “Don’t move an inch or I’ll shoot!” She threatened, although it was a flat out lie. Her gun was with her cot and it only had one bullet. But he couldn’t see that, could he.

She grabbed the dull flashlight she had out of her pocket; she only used it in emergencies and turned it on. Her eyes narrowed at the man, not able to see her behind the light. He was definitely older than her, younger than her father had been. She crossed her arms, not moving and making sure as hell he wouldn’t either.

“What do you want?” She asked, pleased that her voice didn’t sound scared anymore.

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ImageSam waited in stunned silence as footsteps echoed closer and closer to where he stood, still dripping water all over the floor of the warehouse. As he heard the slight shriek, he started forward, too delighted at hearing another human sound to realize that a shriek wasn't a very positive reaction. He saw the slight movement as the source of the shriek went down then up and a blinding light was pointed at him.

“St-stay where you are. Don’t move an inch or I’ll shoot!” Stopping in his tracks, he tried to see the voice speaking to him. "What do you want?" Came another call.

"Oh shi--! Wait wait!" Shielding his eyes from the light, Sam cast around behind him, knowing he had already moved and should go back to where he was already standing. The light illuminated the puddle fairly decently and he hopped back to where it was, too excited to care that he was still doing exactly what the voice had told him not to do. "There, or was it here?" Quickly sidestepping, he positioned himself in the center of the puddle. Satisfied that he was now back where he started, he finally quit moving and addressed to voice behind the light.

"Sorry 'bout that," the slight Irish accent still evident in his speech. "I saw you and your guitar outside and couldn't help it. You're the first person I've spotted alive in...well...months." The words came out in a bit of a rush, but Sam's excitement overrode his sense of caution and everything began to spill out. But taking a breath and slowing down a bit, he addressed the light still in his face.

"Is that really needed? You could see me without ruining what's left of me eyes. Besides, if you're gonna' shoot, then do it and get it over with. If not, then at least let me get these damn clothes off." At the moment, Sam's dripping jacket was still adding to the puddle around him, and the moisture was beginning to sink into his shirt underneath. Moving his feet again, he rolled his shoulders at the uncomfortable chill starting to set in and laughed inwardly at the fact he was still moving around.

"All I want is to know I'm not goin' crazy. I thought one of the bodies was speaking to me the other day, and now I'm seeing live people. Please for the love of whatever the hell is still out there tell me you are real..."

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Image“Oh, I’m very real. I won’t shoot you, either. But if you so much as touch me, your dead.

"Hm?" The way this girl said her last sentence, it sounded to Sam like she already thought the worst of him. What exactly she meant by touch her was beyond him for the moment as he was much too relieved at seeing another living person to really think too hard on it. But just as he pushed it from his mind, it came crashing back in with a ridiculous assumption. The hell? he thought. What kind of guy does she think I am?! Though it was perfectly reasonable to think that way in the world today, Sam still opened his mouth to assure her he wouldn't, but was a second too late as he caught the dark silhouette of her form turn and head off.

Just as his eyes began to settle into the darkness around the warehouse, a flash illuminated the small room the woman led him to and Sam caught a glimpse of the woman. Girl would be more appropriate... There still wasn't much to see in the quick flash of illumination, but her hair drew his attention immediately, the fiery colors a stark contrast to the world around them. He didn't know why, but just seeing the obviously out of place hair atop the girl's head made him think the world they were in now wasn't all thrown to hell. Like a tiny light in the overwhelming darkness of the night they now called life...

"Wait," Sam stopped as they came into the room the woman was more than likely using as her home. A thought occurred to him and he pulled the weakening Maglite from his pack. He tried to use it sparingly with the lack of electricity now a days, but the thought of finding a second person deemed the situation worthwhile. "The person with the guitar came in the same door I did," He explained, "well, unless they felt like strolling around a bit with it pissing outside. Sorry..." Sam apologized out of habit at cursing in front of the girl. His sister used to get onto him about that.

"Anyway..." He pointed the light back to his own water trail he had tracked in behind him and traced it back, close to the door until... "There." He illuminated the small trail of water leading away from the door that was beginning to dry up. Unlike Sam's water trail, it didn't lead back to the girl's small room. The trail itself didn't go far and his weak light soon illuminated a figure not far away, a few droplets of water still rolling off the jacket she wore. It was obvious that Sam didn't recognize the woman sitting in his illuminated light, but what he did recognize, was the guitar she held in her hands.

"Let me guess..." He called to the girl with the guitar. "Stay where I am or you'll shoot?"

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Sam's light began to flicker as he moved it away from the woman on the floor with the guitar, and to the sound of yet another woman's voice. He didn't move other than shaking the light a bit to jostle the batteries inside, causing the steady, yet weak, stream of light to focus on the newest woman that poked her head out. Jesus.... he thought, noticing the guns hanging around the woman and the one strapped to her thigh.

Diverting his attention from the woman for a moment, Sam noticed he was the barrier between his fiery-haired hostess and the new woman's guns. She trusts me to protect her already..? He thought, before coming to the most likely conclusion of him being her walking bullet catcher. Letting out a bit of a sigh, he registered Kenleigh's name to memory as she introduced herself from her relatively sheltered position behind him. "I'm usually dreaming when when I'm stuck in some random lot with women all around me..." Unfortunately for Sam, he realized too late that he said that part out loud, and for the three women to hear. "Whoops...sorry..." He apologized for the second time in at least a few minutes for his mouth. There really wasn't anything wrong with it in his mind, but he figured he was being a bit inappropriate for the current audience. Not that I care, I'm just glad there are people still walking and breathing....even if they are all planning to shoot me...

"Sam." He called out, loud enough to be heard by the woman a little ways away with the guitar, as well as the woman who reminded him of a walking armory. He turned slightly to give an awkward wave behind himself at Kenleigh, still sheltering behind him. Focusing his attention back to the woman about to use him as target practice, he gave a small shrug. "If I did have a gun on me, it wouldn't really matter, would it now Rambo? If you want to shoot me, then shoot me. Wouldn't be the first woman to throw that suggestion out...."

"See the trend you started here?" Sam whispered to Kenleigh, referring to her being the first one to insinuate shooting him today. I could think of worst ways to die. Honestly. He remembered they weren't exactly alone at the moment, and felt they were overlooking another presence in the room. "Oi, Taylor Swift!" He called over to the guitar-wielding woman. "Should Live Free or Die Shootin' here shoot me before or after she lets me look at the gash on her hand?"

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Image Ryan bellowed in laughter, her head tilted back as her dark curls danced. What kind of kinky shit was this guy into? Three women and an abandoned warehouse? The thought made her snicker. She looked at her hand, shaking more blood from it. "Got...hung up. I'll need stitches once I can get the ring-" She dropped her M4 to bounce on her chest as she dug the ring from her finger. A wet suction noise sounded as she slipped the ring from the wound. "-out. Gross." Shaking her hand once more she used her pants to clean it, accessing the wound.

The man was tall, dark, and gorgeous. She snorted and rolled her eyes as some very...prudent images flashed in her mind. I'm such a perv! She turned her attention to the girl behind him. She was young, late teens or early twenties. Bright hair, light skin, and a guarded nervousness showed on her features. Ryan adopted a hand-on-hip pose, "Won't shoot unless given a good reason." Her voice one you use when you tell a kindergartner not to eat glue. Rubbing her forehead with her uninjured hand she said, "Perhaps we weren't properly introduced before. My name is Ryan Lockten, but you can call me bitch behind my back-or Rambo, I like that one-Former U.S. Marine Corp at your service."

She left out the 'discharged' part. They didn't need to know that. They didn't even need to know her damn name, she didn't know what kind of people they were. But the fact that there were people, actual living people made her plant her boot to 'rational's ass and kick him out the window of a moving vehicle. Tuck and roll babe, the asphalt is a bitch.

She eyed the two people, "You guys aren't like...together or something?" They were several years apart, but hell, the world went to shit, who was here to say anything? "A little action in the warehouse?" Ryan snorted and dry humped the air. Damn was she awkward.

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The girl stuck her tongue out at Sam despite the fact it made her seem childish. When the woman pulled her ring out though, her face paled and she closed her eyes, trying not to think about it. Gross, gross, gross. She thought to herself, opening her eyes as the woman introduced herself as Ryan.

A smirk formed on the girl’s lips as Ryan said they could call her bitch or Rambo, but it disappeared as soon as she asked if she and Sam were together. “A little action in the warehouse?" Kenleigh began to choke in surprise at the woman, her eyes widening and she tossed Sam a quick glance.

“What?” She asked, her voice going a little higher, “Fuck no!” She subconsciously took a step away from Sam and glared at the woman. She crossed her arms, showing her annoyance clear on her face.

Her eyes fell on the gun that was across her chest, “How the hell did you smuggle that into London?” She asked, her eyebrows rising as she ignored the woman’s wound. Kenleigh knew about guns, after all her father sold them on the black market. He told her about guns and any other weapons she needed to know about. “Well, Rambo?” She asked, a sneer forming on her lips.

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Sam blinked as he and Kenleigh were coupled together for an instant in the new woman, Ryan's eyes. He had to force himself to clench his jaw as tightly as possible to avoid bursting out in laughter at the display the woman put on. She seemed a little twisted and completely unafraid of the implications her words were to bring on, if any. Thank God... he thought. A twisted and completely messed up sense of humor was a highly underrated thing...

Sam's finger went to his ear as the higher pitched denial of Kenleigh's statement left a small ringing in his ear, and a small 'hmph' escaped him. You could do a lot worse you know... Even at the thought, Sam really looked at the girl for the first time. She was definitely younger than he was by more than a couple years, most likely about as young as his sister had been when she... Sam shook his head slightly, abolishing any thoughts of his sister to keep the unpleasant reminders away.

Snapping back to the present time, he was reminded that the woman was still standing there with an open wound on her finger. Years ago, Sam would have thrown a band-aid on his siblings cuts after cleaning it out and not worry about it anymore. Wash it regularly and make sure they didn't pick at it. Now, however, a cut could kill you just as easily as a bullet. And more painfully too... He pulled his still damp gloves off his hands and rummaged through his pack, ignoring everything else that was going on. Explaining what he was doing was probably a great idea, but Sam really didn't feel the need, and knelt down to pull a small plastic bag from one of the many pockets in his pack. Closing up the pocket, he tugged on one of the zippers to bring out one of his freshly boiled bottle of water. Walking over to Ryan, really not caring about the weapons on her person, he opened the tiny plastic bag to reveal the many miscellaneous serving packets he had found anywhere and everywhere he could. Soy sauce, mustard, ketchup, mayonnaise, pepper, salt, and many more...

Picking through the packets, he found one he was looking for and read the clear word 'Honey' on the front of the tiny package. The next item he searched for brought a small sigh to his lips when he noticed only two small cloves left from the last garlic bulb he had. Pulling the cloves apart, he tucked one back into his plastic bag and dropped the in his hand and held it and the honey packet out to Ryan. "Eat these raw," he said as he began rummaging through his bag again to pull out the, very minuscule, sewing kit he had. "You two can talk about guns all you want while we take care of this," he gestured to the bit of blood trickling off Ryan's hand. "The garlic and honey will help fight off any infections, but the longer you let this sit, the worse it's going to get."

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Image Ryan erupted in laughter at Kenleigh's reaction. "Hell, he ain't that bad looking." She wiggled her eyebrows playfully as she nodded her thanks to Sam and popped the garlic in her mouth. "I took the M4 apart and shipped in the pieces." Her shoulder lifted in a shrug as she ignored the girls sneer.

She watched Sam, as he got ready to sew up her finger. "You guys been down here long?" She was waiting to see just how long it was going to take the man to find out she wasn't going to feel the needled. No Pain. A curse specialized just for her. If she could keep them talking then they wouldn't notice, or just consider her a tough bastard. Explaining and trying to make people even remotely comprehend was an impossible feat that she didn't want to have anything to do with right now. Finding out if these guys had stable living area, food, water, and whatever else was an essential at the moment. The idea of bartering ammunition for food made her stomach twist, a last resort that she never wanted to stoop to.

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The girl looked at the woman, rolling her eyes as she said how Sam was attractive to her. She can have him, he’s like ten years older than me. She crossed over to her makeshift cot, sitting down and pulling her feet under her.

The woman asked how long they had been here, “How long?” Kenleigh repeated the question, “I’ve been here since everyone began dropping like flies, he” She pointed to Sam and then the girl, “And her just came here.”

She looked over at the gun, smirking. “Is that the only gun you have?” She asked, “Do you have a Springfield XD?” She asked, pulling hers out and taking out the empty magazine to show she wouldn’t shoot. Not like she could, when she threatened Sam it had been a bluff.

So far she knew two people, one still remained a mystery. Kenleigh didn’t know what she would do if another decided to show their face.

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Listening to the two women as they conversed, Sam knelt down to get a better view of the bloody finger. The blood was beginning to dry up and it was too hard to tell where the cut stopped and where the decent flesh still was. It was also a bit obvious that the yanking action that removed the ring did a little more harm than good. Sam didn't need a doctor to know that much. Years inspecting different meats and various other foods taught him a little bit in terms of what to look for. Not to mention dealing with accident-prone teenage siblings as well...

Pulling out one of his only t-shirts he had boiled only a day ago, it was the only thing he was sure would be clean enough, he tore off two decent strips of the black material and poured the clean water onto it a bit. Dabbing it onto the blood-soaked finger, he began to see the extent of the damage and was relieved to see it looked worse than it really was. He pulled out the small needle he used to mend tears in his clothes and his tiny pack of matches. Two left... he thought. And now one... He struck the match and ran it over the needle, unable to do anything else without any alcohol. Hopefully it would be good enough. Using the t-shirt strip, he cleaned the finger as much as possible and folded the skin back in place before pushing the needle into the woman's skin.

Pausing, he looked up to watch her face as the needle slid through, pulling the string behind. Sam's brow furrowed at the absent Ow! that should have followed. Jesus...she must be tough as nails... Working semi-quickly, Sam closed everything up as best he could, imagining it was a piece of his sister's old clothing and not a person's finger. Happy with his handiwork, he wrapped the stitch with the remaining t-shirt strip and tied the ends. "Done," he said aloud. "That should do for now. Might want to find some antibiotics or whatever here soon though."

He stood and brushed himself off before stashing away his stuff back in his pack and leaning it against the wall. Crossing his arms and leaning against the wall himself, Sam addressed the others. "I just recently came back to the city. Was running out of supplies at a place I was shacked up in for a while. Was in the warehouse enjoying supper when I saw her I'm guessing," he nodded his head to the girl a bit away who had yet to join the conversation. "I guess it takes a little time to warm up to me. Sunshine here wanted to shoot me when I walked through those doors." Sam inclined his head at Kenleigh and grinned. The girl seemed to be quite interested in weapons, and Sam wouldn't put it past her to still contemplate shooting him. But please don't...