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Aaron McCullough

Come on Tonto, time to bust some heads.

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a character in “Perseverance: The Contagion”, as played by ThrillerNight

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Full Name| Aaron Jace McCullough
Nickname(s)| None
Age| 22
Gender| Male
Height| 6'2"
Weight| 166
Orientation| Straight
Hometown| Maryland
Occupation| Former Mechanic

Likes|
- Cars
- Being prepared
- Guns
- Making his own decisions
- Cigarettes
- Being alone
- Shooting things
- Zombie movies
- Comic Books
- Making up nick-names for people
Dislikes|
- His half-brother
- Dealing with other people
- Dogs
- Helping
- Children
- Letting other people drive
Equipment|
- Heavy-duty truck (stolen)
- Shotgun
- Glock
- Two Throwing knives
Personality|
Aaron has never been what would be called a "people-person." Ever since his mother left was little, he's had trouble trusting other people or just connecting with them. Generally, he just doesn't have the patience to deal with them if they're not on level or interested in what he likes. Oddly enough, it doesn't alway appear to be this way when he interacts with people. When he speaks he's usually smiling and every word he says comes across as a joke, but underneath it all- every friendly word he says is laced with sarcasm. He doesn't loathe being around other people to the extent that he will purposefully leave if confronted with them, but he never takes conversations seriously.

When it comes to his "little brother" he is usually a little more out-right hostile than with others. His language usually takes a turn for the worse when Micah is in attendance, and seems to consist mostly of four-letter words and other expletives. Although it may seem that he hates the kid- and he would like everyone to think that- he's slowly growing more and more fond of the tag-a-long.
History|
Life was pretty normal for Aaron up until the age of five- he spent everyday like a normal child, carefree and full of fun. However, everything changed for him when one day his mother didn't come to pick him up from daycare. He ended up staying there until his father got off of work around seven thirty. When his father finally came to get him, there were tears in his eyes but his face was hard. Right then and there he'd set down the five-year-old and told him point blank that his mother was pregnant and had left them for the father of the baby, who had been some guy she'd met while on a business trip. Of course this revelation alone tore his heart apart- making him unable to trust people as well as causing him to constantly dither over his own self-worth- but that wasn't the entire problem.

From the day his mother left, Aaron's father began to grow progressively more and more unstable. He was still the loving and warm man that Aaron had known all his life, but he had begun to spout nonsense about things like Y2K, the government, and germ-warfare. The man slowly became wary of using public property or banks, but at the same time he was so concerned about sticking out and being targeted that he refused to allow this to effect their public lives. Instead, he chose to send Aaron to school like a normal child, but every day when he came home he schooled him in conspiracy theories and survival tactics. This was fun for the boy during elementary school, but once middle school and high school came around he began to question his father's sanity. Although he would never out-right undermine his father- the man was literally the only person Aaron trusted- he no longer ascribed to the ideas his father presented him with, and just went along with the training to appease him.

Aaron's life took another one-eighty when one day after his twenty-first birthday he came home from working at the auto-shop to find a pile of luggage on the front porch of their home. When he went inside he was greeted by his father- smiling the way he hadn't in years- with a young but insanely tall boy tucked into his side. The boy was introduced to him as his younger brother Micah, who'd been shipped to them all the way from Kansas. It turned out that Aaron and Micah's mother as well as her husband had just died in a car accident. Not bothering to hear the rest of the story, Aaron tuned out and just walked straight past the pair and out of the door again.

His father- leaving Micah in the house- had chased Aaron down the street and out onto a side-road. Before the man had a chance to say a word of explanation to his son, a figure covered in blood and shambling as if both its legs were broken had appeared from nowhere to sink its teeth into his father's throat. Of course he'd heard garbled inane nonsense about a few reports of supposedly walking-dead, but Aaron had ignored them the way he ignored most of his father's babble. However, now he had to face the truth that was standing before him gnawing on his father's flesh. Luckily his father in his paranoia always carried a handgun on him and Aaron was able to quickly kill the thing. As the life was fading from his eyes, the changing man made his son promise to take care of his brother- no matter what. And that's all Aaron't been doing for the past six months, killing zombies and taking care of Micah- albeit a little begrudgingly.

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Back
Family-
Micah Keith, Half-brother

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Aaron McCullough's Story

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The purr of the engine was practically the only sound on the street as the humongous, patch-work armored truck pulled up in front of the empty gas station. Everything went dead silent the moment the keys were pulled from the ignition, and the street once more seemed lifeless. The silence stretched on and on almost as if the truck had driven there of its own accord until suddenly the sound of a lock unlatching echoed from the door which slowly began to creak open. In one swift movement, the driver of the truck landed on the pavement with a small thump. One unfortunate thing about the truck being so large was that the drop from the cabin to the ground was more than foot in height; this would have been a problem for anyone shorter than six feet, but luckily both the driver and the passenger were not small in stature. Leaving the door to the stolen vehicle wide open in case of emergencies, the driver took one last cursory look around the gas station before yanking an electronic device from his a bag hanging from his shoulder and heading over to the pump.

It took the man more than a couple of minutes to attach the bulky equipment to the card reader and then a few more to make sure the car battery in the thick gym bag was properly functioning. After a couple of tense moments in which the blonde man began to chew his lower lip in annoyance, the gas pump finally came to life- the instructions flashing across the screen with computerized politeness. Ignoring the prompt for a car wash or a membership card, the driver of the truck swiftly selected his gas type and plunged in the hose to the side of the massive vehicle. If he'd had any other option, this was not the car that he would have stolen from the garage of the richest man in the port-side city. He almost became misty-eyed as he recollected the wide selection of sports cars and convertibles that had been arrayed in their gleaming splendor in the house-sized garage. However, given the current circumstances of the world- Zombie apocalypse and all- the heavy, duty truck had been the most practical- even if it was a gas guzzler.

As he pumped the gas into the truck's tank heedless of the price wracking up on the electronic display- one good thing about the end of the world was that no one got pissed at you for stealing gas any more- he leaned against the side of the truck to pull out a cigarette. Just as he was about to light it up, a groaning noise and the feeling of slender fingers wrapping around his ankle brought his attention downward. "Fuckin' shit," he grumbled as his eyes met with the sight of a half-decayed corpse dragging itself from the other side of the pump toward his body. The foul-smelling cadaver had latched one hand onto the thick, metal-backed leather of his boot and was using the hold to propel itself ever closer. In one seamless movement, the man tucked his lighter back into the pocket of his faded leather jacket and pulled his hand back out carrying a heavy, automated handgun. One perfectly-aimed shot later he was kicking the once more lifeless half-corpse away from his boot and yanking the short-range walkie talkie from his front pocket.

"What in the actual fuck Tonto?!" He complained into the heavy, plastic box as he turned to raise his hands up exasperatedly into the air. Through the lenses of his- also stolen- Oakley sunglasses, the man gazed angrily at the roof of the building across the street where a figure sat holding a long rifle.

"Sorry! Sorry Aaron- there was a glare," came the swift reply through the static as the figure on the roof waved a hand back in response.

"There was glare? There was a glare?!" Aaron enthused as he flicked his half-brother the bird with the hand still holding his gun, "You had one job, Tonto. One job." Sighing heavily he slid the Glock back into the waistband of his pants before adding, "Next time I get the cushy sniper job, and you get to have crawlers making a feast of your ankles." He ignored whatever response crackled back over the wavelengths as he turned back to remove the nozzle from the now full tank. On his way back to the side of the car he stopped to grumbled aloud to himself, "Damn, that corpse got brain-matter all over my favorite shirt." Sighing heavily, he casually attempted to flick the bits of brain and skull off his Night of the Living Dead t-shirt before going back to the business of the car and gas. Just as he was unhooking the complicated device from the electronic display a loud, familiar noise echoed through the still air.

In the next second he was scooping up the supplies as fast as he could and tossing it unceremoniously into the cabin while simultaneously pressing down the button on his radio, "What's up Sundance? You okay up there?" When the equipment was in the truck he whirled around to peer up at his half-brother who was now standing on the roof, the scope of his rifle to his eye as he peered at something in the distance.

"Fine, fine," came the crackled response after a moment, "But I think some guy's managed to majorly upset a screamer... They're all coming for him!" The panic and worry in his little brother's voice instantly set Aaron on edge and he found himself yanking out the keys as he pressed the button once more to yell into the radio.

"No way. No fucking way Micah. You stay right where you are, that idiot did it to him-," He stopped in the middle of his words as he watched the kid on the roof sling the strap of the gun over his shoulder, shove the walkie talkie into a special pocket on the vest he wore, and take a couple steps back. "Don't even think about iiiiit," Aaron shouted into the mic as he watched Micah push off with his back foot and take a running leap over the space between the house he'd been on and the one next door. Fortunately they'd been in the more populated part of town- for some reason this area had emptied of zombies rather quickly once all the food was reanimated- and the houses were close enough together that Micah made the leap without much difficulty. Aaron wasn't so sure if the rest of his journey to save the idiot surrounded by zombies would go so well, however.

Shoving the radio into his pocket once more, Aaron shoved the cigarette back in his mouth and quickly lit it up before he climbed back into the driver's seat of the hijacked vehicle. "This kid is going to be the death of me, I swear... Such a fuckin' saint....," he grumbled to himself as he put the car into drive to follow in the direction Micah had taken. If it were up to him, he'd have left the whole of the rest of the world to perish on their own, but Micah was so concerned with everyone in the entire human race's well-being that he couldn't let a person in trouble go unaided. Aaron had managed to curtail this selfless people-loving to the point that it only really occurred when someone was under immediate threat of being eaten, as he'd told Micah there was no way in hell he was going to take care of a large group of stragglers with their food supplies. Even though it had hurt him to do so, the boy had warily agreed and was just glad his brother had let him do this much to help others.

Finding the man who'd caused this mess wasn't hard, all the pair had to do was follow the zombies. Both Micah and Aaron arrived at the building around the same time- the former on an a-joining rooftop and the latter on the street in his truck. The boy on the roof began to wave his hands back and forth frantically to get the other man's attention- wary of making any noise to attract the frenzied crowd of undead below. Aaron's only reaction to the swarming mass of dead flesh before him was to sigh once more and take a puff of the cigarette in his mouth. There must have been at least thirty of them, with more coming in every moment. He wasn't sure how in the hell the blonde cowboy idiot he called his brother planned on saving the moron that had started all of this, but he was pretty sure they would all die in the process.

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Waking up to the sound of a trucks engine, it was all Hannah could do not to grumble aloud about the early awakening. Granted, it really wasn't early, but she had had a late night, and like any teenager, she still liked sleep. Rubbing the life into her eyes, she saw her brother, Christian, already awake and practicing some sort of fighting in the room over. A smirk found it's way onto her face as she watched her brother punch his fists into the air, bouncing on his toes. She stood up, silently making her way to the doorframe, positioning herself so he couldn't see her, but she could see him, from behind.

"Planning on fighting the air?" She said, watching her brother slightly jump from the shock of her. Christian stopped his fighting, turning to look at her and shaking his head. "You won't be smirking when you get tackled by a crawler," he replied, grabbing a towel from the ground and wiping sweat off his face. Christian's girlfriend, Charlotte, wasn't there currently, but Hannah didn't have to ask to know that she was out either fishing or hunting. It was weird that out of Christian and Charlotte, Charlotte was always the one to go hunting in the morning, but it might have been because it was one of the things that made her feel like she could do something worth-while. Did you look at the vehicle making the noise?" She questioned, going back to the room she was in before and beginning to roll up her sleeping bag. Christian shook his head, then, realizing he wasn't looking at him, vocalized his reply. "I'm assuming it's a truck. You can go check it out, call me if you need me." Hannah nodded, then took her sleeping bag and tucked it inside her backpack, walking to the door, passing by Christians bag that was perfectly standing up with a folded sleeping bag next to it. "OCD freak," she muttered under her breath, exiting through the back door and into what must've been a backyard in the past, but was now a space of dead plants and garbage.

Next to the door on the wall, there was an old gutter pipe, and next to it, a set of pegs she had put in in order to make the climb easier. Hannah set her hands up, and started climbing, it being as easy for her as breathing. She arrived at the roof of the building, taking a breath of the air that was fresher, thanks to the height of the building, and she was now able to see that there was a truck at the gas station down the road, one man filling it up, and one man on top of a roof near it, sniping. Pulling out her walkie talkie, Hannah spoke only loud enough for it to pick up. "It's two boys. They're filling up their truck." She spoke slowly, annunciating each word as she watched the boys carefully, her attention only turning from them at the sound of a shriek, a screamer. "Screamer. A few blocks down," she spoke into the walkie talkie, already crouching down behind a roof AC -Vac, knowing the boys would turn that way as in comparison to them, thats where the screamer was, and putting her bag next to her. Christian spoke into his walkie talkie, beginning to pick up all of their stuff, and taking all of the cans from the cabinets. That had been why they had chosen that house for the few days; it had not yet been ransacked and was pretty stocked. "Hannah don't, he began, his voice heavy as he imagined what his sister might do. "Stay where you are," he finished, hoping his girlfriend would arrive back soon.

Hannah watched as one of the boys started leaping from roof to roof, passing over her, yet not noticing her as she was pressed flat against the wall. That looks fun, she thought, smirking as her brother told her not to do exactly what she was thinking. "Roger that," she answered, reaching into the bag neck to her and pulling out her Glock, quickly making sure her knives were tucked in her boots. She stood up, keeping her knees slightly bent, and followed as the boy had done, leaping from her roof, to the next, and then feeling comfortable, doing the same until she was one roof away from him, crouching again, and watching both him, the boy who was with him, and the rush of zombies in the street. The boy on the roof was frantically waving to.... someone on another roof. Must be the idiot who set this off, she thought, realizing he was trying to tell him that he too could hop roofs. He won't see him, and with that thought, she picked up half of a broken brick from the roof next to her, winding up her arm and tossing it onto the roof the third boy was on, hoping it would draw away his attention from the mass of zombies to the boy who was waving his arms. That was about when Hannah realized that for the past minute or so, Christian had been furiously mumbling into the walkie talking, Charlotte's voice in the background, about how if she got herself killed, there was no way he would be able to get her gun, and that would suck. She chuckled, saying a simple, "I'm fine," into the machine, then looking back at the boys.

During this, after Christian had cleaned out the house of everything they needed, Charlotte had returned home, very confused as an annoyed Christian tried to explain to her that Hannah had gone off to investigate a screamer. It was weird, but Christian was still very protective over Hannah, and didn't believe she could do much without his help. Charlotte had come back with two bunnies and two squirrels, which wasn't much, but was better than nothing, but she had put them on the side to climb onto the roof and use her binoculars to examine the scene down the road, holding Christian back and assuring him that Hannah was fine, as he yelled at her in the walkie talkie. Charlotte couldn't help but laugh; he was so cute when he was scared, but once he had calmed down, the two watched Hannah, Christian through the binoculars and Charlotte through her guns scope, waiting incase their presence became necessary.

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Tara was about to pass the binoculars to Adelaide and make a sarcastic comment about drugs when the bolted sound of a rifle echoed up to the hill they were parked on. It was all in too close vicinity; Tara pulled the lenses up to her eyes again to magnify the situation in the distance. "Somebody just wants to get killed now," muttered the tall girl, squinting her eyes and rendering her spying useless. She unlooped the strap from her neck and handed the gizmo to Adelaide.

Confident in their ability to remain safe, Tara sat down on a log by the fire. She was uninterested in other people and their slip-ups. After losing two little boys and their mother, she stopped playing hero. Others slowed her down to begin with. Trying to bear their weight and save them from their own omissions was only useful if she wanted to get them all killed. Still, the scene hung in her memory.

Lydia, their mother, was actively getting her arm removed and squalling from where she was pinned against the wall. Scrabbling across the floor of the abandoned house Lydia saw fit to scout, her first son Christian tried to hide. His ankle was caught by a crawler, and the shock alone was ultimately what got him killed. Tara hated to do it, hated to leave them, but they were done for. The screams rising up from their locale hauled in a group that vastly outnumbered Tara and little Alex who was posted up in a narrow stairway, arms wrapped around Buster's neck. She had scooped him up into her arms and busted out a back window to escape it all, sending him and Buster out first. When she crammed herself through, Alex was running so far ahead, in the wrong direction, that she couldn't catch up. Buster stood firmly beyond the broken glass, his head lowered. She couldn't stop Alex as he ran directly into another army of the undead in the condemned section of town. It was even impractical to try and pick a few off with her scope and arrows because that wouldn't make a dent. It would have been a double suicide if she stayed. So she high-tailed it back into the woods.

In tufts of mental smoke, it disappeared from her thoughts. "So you were seriously tripping? I honestly figured you'd be one of the first to die in our class," Tara flipped over the strips of rabbit meat, anticipated to be traveling snacks. When groans and baying grew louder, she looked at Buster who had evidently sensed the commotion and potential danger in the village below. She snatched up her bow, jogging past Adelaide and sliding down the hill, nearly loosing her footing. She could see it clearer now, the roof top attached to a building that would likely fall apart if the legions around it grew any more.

Elevating the scope of her bow to eye-level, just to analyze the situation, she grunted loudly. None were coming towards the hill, and she wanted to keep it that way. A singular blue eye scrutinized the scene from the lens while the other squeezed shut.

One… Two… Three. She counted all the people she could detect through the orbit of her weapon. Then she lowered her sights to find an ambitious ambler who located the handicap-accessible ramp and was using it to his advantage in hopes of having a tasty, lively snack. One thing was for sure, the corpses certainly had a dedication to their hunger unmatched by most living folks. That was surely indisputable.

"Hungry, hungry," Tara sighed, moving her bow a few inches to follow the sights where the walker dared to go, grasping at the ledge of the roof. He was pretty damn tall and judging by his only partially torn clothes and full head of hair, he was fresh. He couldn't have turned but two or three days ago. The extent of his reaches and muscle movements would make him more of a threat than the other dozens surrounding the edifice.

"Hippo." She said matter-of-factly, pulling the trigger. A long dart cut through the air. As it reached its destination, it impaled the zombie's cranium and stuck him to the vinyl siding of the building, his hand which was grasping for the roof falling to his side.

After she marked her target with an arrow, she slackened her grip on the weapon. That would be the magnitude of her charity for the day, that much was decided as she marched back up the hill to Adelaide. "If your sister is down there, you might want to tell her to hole herself up somewhere real quick." Even though she felt bad for the girl she once attended school with, her tone was flat and lacking regard. "That town will be swarmed in like --- minutes." Tara herself wasn't about to take any chances as she put out the fire and gathered her things.

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Daniel just sat on the edge of the roof watching the zombies below trying to get to him. "Man i'm an idiot" he said to himself. He thought he was done for, sure he wouldn't get ripped to shreds but he was probably going to starve to death eventually. Daniel started to get bored, boredom shouldn't have been at the top of his mind at the moment but that was the sort of guy he was, it was probably the reason that he tried to mock the zombie at the gas station. Daniel looked around for something to do, there was nothing but then again it was a roof so of course there would be nothing to do. Daniel then got an idea, there were some rocks laying on the roof, some kids must have thrown them up before the apocalypse. He picked up a rock and dropped it off the roof, he managed to hit a zombie straight on the head. Daniel laughed to himself with mild amusement, he did it again and again trying to hit zombies until he ran out of rocks. It was strange how the smallest things amused him, but in this new world simple things were so much more important.

He sat there for a while thinking of something to do, still hearing the endless groaning of the zombies. Then he heard something from behind him. He saw an arm reaching over the side of the roof and pull itself up. It was a young man, he was around the same age as Daniel, "How the heck did you get here?" he asked. Daniel looked at him wondering if he had come up to save him, or maybe he had just fallen into the same dumb trap as Daniel. Then before Daniel could ask anything else a object whizzed past his head hitting the roof, he looked around "What the...?" he said. Daniel went back to the edge and saw a girl on a roof, "What the hell are you doing you almost hit me!" he shouted forgetting about the whole situation he was in. Daniel then noticed that she was quite attractive "Oh ah... Hey, you okay over there miss?" he shouted to her. Wow shes cute Daniel thought to himself. He then noticed another man waving his arms on another roof and a car in the street. "Guess those screaming ones attract more than just zombies." he said. Daniel waved back and shouted "Hey dude, can you help us get down from here, i'm kinda in a bind right now"

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Standing on the edge of the building, Micah peered across the gap at the boy who was doing something rather odd. His eyebrow popped upwards as he watched the stranger chuck what appeared to be pieces of stone down onto the hoard. He couldn't possibly think that would do anything could he? Either this boy was insane or he hadn't had any experience with the walking dead, which given his current predicament was a little more than likely. When the boy turned to pick up more stones, Micah noticed the smile on his face and he sighed heavily. "Yep, definitely crazy," he murmured to himself. Were Aaron up here with him, seeing the things he saw, his older brother would have been gone by now saying something about how the man would probably be better off eaten than mentally unstable. However, Micah just couldn't leave anyone in this situation alone- even someone who had waved back so friendly and nonchalantly to his frantic gestures.

Just as he was contemplating jumping the distance between the building and the house he stood on, something came flying past his head. Whirling around- the rifle on his back bumping against his shoulders- Micah was in the process of drawing the hunting knife at his waist when a slender figure with long hair caught his eye. A quick scan confirmed the fact that she was not one of the living dead and didn't appear to be trying to attack him in anyway. In fact, her attention was completely on the roof he stood across from- her arm extended as if she'd just thrown something heavy across the alley. Before he could say anything to her, a voice from the place she'd just lobbed whatever bit of stone at resounded across to them.

Micah hissed a little as he turned to give the other boy, who was grinning like the idiot he must be, an exasperated look. This boy obviously had no idea what he'd gotten himself into. Not only was he yelling across a living river of zombies, he was flirting. Sometimes he had to admit that maybe his brother's view on the stupidity of humanity wasn't too far off. Quickly he shook off the thought, "Dang- that's not like me at all! Must be spending too much time cooped up with Aaron..." Trying to regain his more caring side, he turned back to the roof- a bit of movement as another girl appeared along the rooftops catching his eye. After he'd tipped an imaginary hat-brim to both of the women, Micah turned back to the other man and gestured over the gap, "Look- if you try hard enough I think you can jump it... and see that truck?" Here he pointed to the large, black Ford parked feet from the writhing mass of flesh, "My brother's down there and I can signal him. We can drop down into the back of it from the next house over and he can take us away from them. Sound like a plan?" At the last question he turned to the two armed girls standing behind him on the skyline, to confirm their ideas.



Aaron McCullough


Watching from the comfort of the front seat, the keys still securely engaged in the ignition as the truck sat idling, Aaron took a long pull on his cigarette before exhaling the smoke out of the tiny crack he'd made from the rolled down window. One thing about zombies was that even though the usually relied on their sense of smell or sight to locate food, a good puff of smoke usually confused them enough to cover the smell of human flesh. Of course, that was just how Aaron justified his self-destructive habits every single time Micah told him it was either a) killing him or b) too much of a risk for them to locate a pack of cigarettes. With the way the former mechanic burned through a pack it seemed like they were going out to locate more at least twice a week, but hey- at least in this post-apocalyptic world they were free. Anyway, it was a habit that he wasn't likely to give up any time soon.

As he puffed away, his grey eyes watched the action happening on the rooftops intently. However, if anything happened to Micah while he was up there, he was royally screwed as he'd taken their long-range weapon with him. The thought made Aaron twist his lips up in agitation and he grumbled aloud, "We need to rectify that as soon as possible..." Of course they had the homemade explosive lining the padded box in the backseat, but those wouldn't do much to protect the boy except keep him from rising again after he died a flaming death. Sending the grim thoughts out the window with another ball of pearly smoke, the man watched the exchange between his brother and the slowly growing group of people standing above the skyline.

Aaron's eyes caught sudden movement as a one of the larger more mobile dead men started up a ramp attached to the side of the idiot who'd started this mess's building. "Shit," he spoke with more than a little laughter in his voice, as he leaned forward against the steering wheel, "That corpsicle's got some brains left." Other than watch as the sucker began to haul his body up toward the rood, Aaron did nothing to stop it. Part of him was hoping that if it got to the guy this whole charade would be over and he and Micah could go back to scavenging. That small hope was dashed, however, as something shot out of nowhere and straight into the head of the deadie. Blinking for a moment it suddenly dawned on him that there was a quarrel sticking out of its head.

Quickly the driver of the truck rolled down the window and leaned out to make it easier to judge the direction from which the shot had come. Breathing hot a wreath of smoke, Aaron peered with squinted eyes toward a wooded area not far from the last house of the row. He could just barely make out a figure standing at the edge of it. The person shouldered their weapon and turned once more to disappear into the trees, and as she did so the man in the truck casually saluted her- even though he knew she couldn't see. "Nice shot Green Arrow," he called as loudly as he dared given the zombies mere feet from him. Then he turned back to the mess his brother had dragged him into.

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Humongous crowds of the lifeless were drawing; they gnashed their teeth, clawed and snarled all along at least six buildings. Unfortunately, there were only more survivors trapped by this. The dead to living ratio was a joke. Dre pulled himself onto the flat top of the roof only to see that with perseverance also came a vast amount of jump-the-gun type of stupidity. Luckily for Andre, the small group on the roof top and inevitably the adjacent areas pulled the attention of more than a few by the flower shop.

"C'mon, man," Andre said, faintly making out a girl and a couple of guys. "Stupid motherfuckers," he mumbled. He tightened his backpack to him so that his next bound would have little to no recoil. The last thing he needed was to jump a building, barely making it as usual, then have his backpack boomerang on him and send him over the edge. Vaults across rooftops were nothing to him but after doing this a handful of times, he learned that his long legs had little stride when it came to jumping. Potentially risking his life to hop roofs was predictable. It was an every-goddamn-day sort of thing you just learn to live with or not live at all. The obvious option always prevailed.

His once untainted jeans were marred by blood and grime. With a grunt, he cuffed the bottom of them a little before his next valiant jaunt. Once he had a running start he was surprised by how quickly he made it over at least four buildings in the opposite direction of all the donnybrook ensuing hardly a yard away.

He stopped dead, resting his hands on his knees when an arrow narrowly missed his ear. Attention would be on him if he thew up his hands and cursed like he wanted to. So he just continued, a bit more hunkered down. Until he reached too large of a gap, he didn't stop. At the sight of the unconquerable distance, he plopped on the ground, rolling of the flat roof top and catching his breath. Sweat trickled down his forehead. Shit, I don't remember it ever being this hot in Chesapeake.

Trundling to sit upright, he looked into the distance. It couldn't have been but half a mile off, the hills and woods he was too scared to venture into before. It looked like the safest bet in the recent state of affairs. The town would be crawling with them by nightfall and the darkness was already threatening overhead.

Soft hazel eyes stole a glimpse at the descending sun which was undoubtedly planning its rest beneath a blanket of Chesapeake water. That was the way his mom described it to him when he was little. "Sleep comes for the sun too, watch it sink beneath the bay, soon it comes for you too, sleepy little Andre." Still the homemade nursery rhyme followed him everywhere, coming out to play misery on his mind every day when he watched the sun set.

He reached over his own shoulders to unsnap a hat from his overnighter that had ironically been morphed into an everydayandnighter. With one hand, he wiped the condensation from his face, and with the other put on a rearward snapback. The woods were likely more dangerous at night; Andre was by no means a nature man who could set up organic booby traps. It was easier to hole himself up in an attic and string fishing wire all over the place. He had to decide where to go next, and that decision only had a small block of seconds in which it could be made.

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Daniel heard the idea to jump between the gap of the buildings, "Are you crazy!?" he shouted over to the young man. There must have been a better and much safer way of getting away. It was a double edged sword of a situation, if made the jump and reached the other side, he would be safe from harm, or as safe as you can get in an apocalypse, but if he didn't complete the jump he would probably die falling to the ground and even if he survived the fall it would be an open meal for the zombies. It was a crazy idea. Then all of a sudden the other man trapped with him rushed past Daniel and jumped off the building, he had managed to make the gap and was safe on the other side and then proceeded to vault some other buildings. Daniel scratched his head, "What the...?" he said to himself, he wondered if people had just lost their mind in this world. Then he saw the girl again, he couldn't make himself look bad in front of a pretty girl like her. Sometimes Daniels love for women got the better of him and made him do things he wouldn't normally do and what other choice did he have, he couldn't just stay there.

Daniel took a few steps back onto the edge of the roof, he took a big breath of air as he prepared for the jump. What am I doing? This is nuts he thought to himself. Then all of a sudden he launched forward sprinting to the other side of the building leaping from the building. He could feel the air rushing against his face as he went through the air. Then he started to drop slightly, but he was close to the edge of the next building. He reached a leg out as it landed onto the building, however his other leg slipped and hung off the side, he reached his arms out holding onto the roof. Daniel pulled himself up and safely onto the roof. He had his arms spread out onto the roof almost as if he was hugging it. He then slowly pulled himself up, "WOO! That was fun!" he shouted, trying not to laugh.

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Sophia now certainly knew that there where no humans coming towards her way. The crooked screams came closer and closer, and her expectations were confirmed: there was a big group of zombies moving quickly towards her. Not hestitating for a sec Sophia decided it was time to run. She put her legs in front of the other as fast as she could, but she knew she'd be exhausted quickly. Pregnant women shouldn't be running after all. But it was her only chance of making it out alive. So she figured if she'd make it to the city her chances of survival would be the biggest.

The zombies shrieked wildly as their hunger for human flesh grew. They kept on chasing her down, even in the down they didn't stop. As Sophia saw the first blocks of houses form a transition with the forest, she knew that town wouldn't be far from now. And she was right, about 2 minutes later she found herself running in the town. She'd have to think fast and make the right decisions. Knowing that any choice could be fatal she felt a rush of adrenaline. No people seemed to be near. A bit of a panicy feel struck her and she looked around with a worried expression on her face. Just as she felt like she was too exhausted to stay in front of the zombies she saw a group of people on a rooftop. She shouted at them as she climbed the fire escape that was on the side of the building, followed by the zombies who were trying to crawl up to it. Surprisingly, by forming an almost ant-like colony they managed to get up the stairs. Sophia climbed faster but as she neared the end of the stairs she saw that they weren't reaching the rooftop. She knew that her life, and that of her unborn baby, now depended on the people on the rooftop. So Sophia shouted, as loud as she could, hoping she'd get over the terrifying screams of hunger the zombies made.

''Help! I can't reach the roof!'' she shouted, hoping the group of people would hear.

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Hannah smirked as she caught the boys attention, as he began yelling at her, but as he realized she was a girl, his tone changed, turning into more of a flirty voice. She shrugged it off though, looking at the zombies now surrounding the small building. He's going to get himself killed if he doesn't move, she thought, her eyes tracing the outlines of the building. Not only did she not have a long distance gun to help him, but picking off a few of them would do no good. They would either have to blow up the lot, or get out of there as soon as possible. And judging by the three boys around, that would be the plan. Looking back to the building, her eyes caught on one who had found the handicap access, her eyes getting wide as she realized the boy didn't see it. As the zombie reached the top of it, she was able to see that like herself, he was a young kid. And before it was shot, memories flooded into her head. Memories of Zach, their now undead companion. After assisting in their fight against the zombies, Zach had gotten bit. but Zach had been more than just a helper to their fight, he had been Hannah's best friend, and what was harder than him getting bit, was having to watch her brother shoot him. Zach had gotten bit in the stomach, and as amputating his stomach wasn't an option, Zach told Christian that he wanted him to kill him. And after a while of trying hard not to, he eventually decided it was better than Zach going through the process. So, as Charlotte held Hannah back, trying to avoid her claws, screaming, and biting. Christian had pointed the gun at his head, Hannah starting to sob, and -

The sound of one of the boys voices dragged her back from the past, and into reality. Hannah nodded her head lightly, then watching two boys proceeded to jump the gap to the building the other boy was on, and she now being the only one not on it, took the tiny jump in between the two buildings. She looked over the three boys, and each slightly different in their own ways, but each not that different. She looked down at herself then, grabbing the walkie talkie from the clip on her pants, picking it up and pressing it right infront of her mouth, speaking quietly into it. "Found some others. She said simply, slipping the clip back on, then looking at the glock in her hands. The outfit she was wearing was pretty weird, a loose grey shirt made of some soft material, with a green thin jacket. She wore leggings, the ones she had in her overnight bag before the outbreak had begun, and the same mid calf boots as usual, the ones she had built knife holders into. Looking over the side of the building, she glanced at the black truck, and the boy inside. She loved trucks. A lot. Hannah breathed quickly, deciding if it was a good idea or not to go along, and basically trust these strangers she'd never met. It's worth it, she thought, the releif of getting away from her brother and his girlfriend overwhelming.

"Shit! She muttered, seeing a girl attemping to climb onto the roof, though not being able to. She ran over, taking two simple leaps to get there before leaning over the side, crouching down and sticking out her arm to help her up. She knew she was strong enough to lift her, though she did hope one of the boys would be smart enough to grab ahold of her legs, and hold her down just to make sure. "Grab my arm, I'll lift you!" She said, trying to be quiet as to not attract more zombies, though it wouldn't do much.

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Will Moon

Just outside town, a man in a black motorcycle helmet laid on an embankment, just out of sight. He was out scouting the town to see what it had to offer; prospers and dangers both. It was important to know what you were getting into before you got into it. Some people didn't have that kind of foresight, and a lot of those people were dead. Still, it didn't matter who you were in the life before. The world the way it was now, it changes people. Will adapted quickly, as he's always known how to do. Keep your eyes open, conserve ammunition, stay quiet, and always keep on the move.

But, sometimes the world changes you for the worse. Too often had he seen other people leaving behind the people they were with because they thought whoever was too weak to contribute. Their goal was survival, sure, but at what cost? And the way he saw it, the more people survived, the better the chance for humans as a species to survive. Extinction was on the horizon, and if saving someone helped in any way to bring them back from the brink, then that's what he would do.

As he laid on the ground, he heard a scream from nearby. It wasn't a human scream. Instead it was the scream of one of the dead. They screamed and any dead that heard would turn and go to the sound. He'd had his share of run-ins with them, and barely escaped with his life each time. Things were about to get a lot more dangerous around here, especially for whoever set off the alarm.

Shortly after, a girl ran by, just feet from him, being chased by several of the undead. Apparently, she hadn't noticed him. It was a good thing he wasn't one of them, or anybody else that wanted to take advantage of her; it wouldn't have been difficult from where he was lying. She made her way up the fire escape of a nearby building; they followed. The dead were making their own way closer to her, but before he could do anything, another girl arrived and helped her up onto the roof.

Immediately afterwards, Will sprung into high-gear and ran to a spot nearby where his motorcycle was hidden by shrubbery. Once it was uncovered, he revved the engine and sped to where he'd heard the screamer sound off. Already a large crowd had gathered near a gas station. On top of a nearby roof was a man, possibly the one who had alerted the screamer, and more on other rooftops. He stopped several yards from the gathering crowd and deliberated what to do next. First, he checked around him to see the immediate danger he was in. A few amblers behind him and to the sides, but they weren't close enough to be a major threat yet.

Will revved his engine in an attempt to get the attention of some of the crowd. Nothing happened. He revved it again, this time gaining the attention of a few of them. Three, then four, then five. Soon, a large portion of the crowd had their attention on Will and his black sport bike. As he made a quick turn and sped off in the direction he'd come, the number following after him numbered nearly ten and more were starting to trickle off in his direction.

Not much further down the street, Will braked and turned his bike back around, facing the coming group. As they marched his direction, he drew his pistol and took careful aim. When they were close, he fired off two shots, dropping two. The goal was to draw even more off with the shots. After which, he would lead them on a merry chase away from the man who had been trapped, as well as the others around him.

The ones he'd drawn off drew nearer, just as planned. Before they could get too close, he wheeled back around and sped down the road out of town - the same way he'd come into town. When he was sure he was far enough ahead of the dead, he pulled to the side of the road and got off the bike. His next moves were into the woods, where he intended to follow the road back into town, hidden off from all the ones that had followed him away from the large group.

Noah Winters

Noah sighed and folded his arms over his chest. He knew it. This guy was going to rope him into some suicide mission. But, maybe, just maybe, if he helped this guy, they could get some weapons and maybe he'd help him look for his daughter. He looked like he could hold his own in a fight.

Besides, it was starting to get dark. It wasn't a good thing to be out when it was dark. They snuck up on you much easier than in the day. He'd probably have to push through a crowd of the dead by himself anyway on his way back to where he was staying. Better to have this guy, and maybe the girl.

Reluctantly, he agreed as he made his way back down the stairs, "Alright. Let's do it."

If this guy gets me trapped and I can't get to my daughter because of him--

He scowled as he reached the bottom of the stairs and approached the living room window. At that moment, two shots rang out from the direction of the screamer. Immediately, Noah turned his head to attention.

Shit. It sounds like someone's got themselves in real trouble.

Noah did his best to ignore the thought. If he thought too much about it, it would wreck him. Now was a time to focus on getting himself out of this position and back into one where he could look for his daughter. That's all he cared about now, and if anyone got in the way of that, they'd be in real trouble.

While downstairs, he looked for the girl and called out to her softly, "Hey. We're going out to try to get to the police station. You can come with us if you want." He didn't exactly expect her to come with them, if she was even around or had even heard him. It was still not a great idea in his mind, but he'd already made his decision.

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Although it seemed initially that the boy on the roof across from him was going to argue with his suggestion or just completely ignore him, the movement of the third boy jumping across the first gap and then a few more appeared to catalyze his actions. Micah, who'd until that point still been standing on the edge of the roof, took a couple quick steps backward when he realized the other man was going to finally going to jump. "You can do it," he encouraged as he watched from the safety of his roof, ready to run back to the precipice if he was needed. As the other man kicked off, running head-long toward the edge, Micah allowed his gaze to shift momentarily to where their truck idled- his older brother hanging out the window. "Odd..." he allowed himself to think for a moment before he turned back to watch the stranger fling himself across the gap. He'd have to see what that was about later.

One foot landed on the edge of the roof and it seemed the other was about to make it when the other man began to slowly pitch backward. Micah raced forward a step before the stranger flung himself forward and lay hugging the roof as if it were his savior. A long, relieved breath whooshed out of his lips as he took a step toward the man on the ground to help him up. However before he could reach him, the stranger popped up off the roof with an excited "WOO! That was fun!" This man truly must be a little messed in the head to think such a dangerous stunt to be exciting, but Micah was just glad that guy was alive and safe.

Movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention and Micah turned to watch one of the girls on the roof whirl on the heel of her boot to go jogging back the way she had come. Raising an eyebrow, he turned to watch her quizzically. When she flattened herself on the roof and reached down, he lept into motion as well. With a quick, "Follow me!", he took two flying-leaps to reach the girl that was now attempting to haul someone else onto the skyline. Micah leaned over the side to catch site of what was happening only to be greeted with a girl with a swollen belly attempting to pull herself up using the gutter. Allowing the girl beside him to take one arm, Micah leaned across her body and wrapped his hands around the other, "On three? One-two-three!" A second later the pregnant girl was up on the roof, safe.

Biting his lip a little, Micah finally realized it was probably time to call his brother, even though he knew Aaron wasn't going to like this- not one bit. So he fished the walkie talkie out of his vest pocket and pushed down the button to speak, "Hey Aaron? You there?" When a crackled response of confirmation along with a casual explicative sounded across the airwaves, he heaved a sigh and pushed the button down again, "Well- you're not gunna like this but.... I need you to drive the truck about four houses down and then park and wait for us.... We're giving some people a lift..."




Aaron McCullough


Still leaning from the window of the truck, smoke wreathing his head, Aaron watched as his brother tried to get the man on the roof to do something. After flicking the stub of his cigarette into the street and yanking out another, the truck's driver pulled himself out to sit on the window sill. "Just leave him," he grumbled through the smoke that poured from his lips, "If the Dick doesn't wanna jump, let him get eaten." Of course, his hopes were dashed against the rocks as the man on the roof took a que from some other person jumping off in another direction and readied himself to jump. The man flew across the gap, just barely making it at the last second onto the roof. "Damn," the word slipped out of him as he simultaneously slid back into the cabin. Undoubtably his brother had coaxed the man over with promises for something Aaron wouldn't like- that's how it always was with the boy.

As he watched a small pack of zombies detached itself from the main group and shuffled off with their noses in the air obviously scenting some new flesh. The pack ambled off and turned a corner down an alley where he could no longer see them. As he watched another pack broke off and a black motorcycle carrying a living passenger sped away with the zombies on its tail. Shaking his head at the other person's audacity, Aaron smirked and saluted the man before movement just above where the other group had disappeared to made his gaze sweep upward and what he saw made him sigh exasperatedly again. Micah and some girl were crouched on the side of the building, and as he watched they yanked someone else up onto the room. "This doesn't bode well for me," he sighed as he began to roll up the window in preparation for the call he'd inevitably get over the radio.

No sooner had the special double-reinforced glass clicked shut when a static-filled voice crackled at him from his pocket. Aaron yanked out the radio and listened to his brother's southern drawl ask for him before responding, "Yea Stupid-ass, I'm here... unfortunately." All of his fears were confirmed with the next statement the radio announced to him. Instantly Aaron clicked the button down and replied, "No fucking way Tanto- that is not happening. Not in a million years. Just get your ass off the roof and let's go home. They got themselves there, they can get themselves away."

"But Aaron," the response came back, "We just- we can't leave them. This girl's pregnant! It's life Aaron."

Shaking his head, the older brother responded matter-of-factly, "Since when do I care? That's your schtick man, I'm not getting involved."

"Just do it, please... or... or I'm staying up here- try to keep your promise with that."

"Damn...." that boy always knew just how to get him to do exactly what he didn't want to. "Fine, but this is the last time. Seriously. Next time I'm leaving you too, got it?" Not even bothering to hear the response, he turned the key and the engine once again thundered to life. None of the zombies in front of him even cared to turn- it wasn't meat, so it didn't matter- as he put his foot to the pedal. Then the huge truck was plowing through the edges of the crowd in front of it- crushing skulls and severing bodies as it made its quick progress through the mass of swarming limbs. A couple houses down and the crowd thinned to nearly nothing, just a few crawlers that couldn't keep up with hoard. Aaron pulled the car up near the front of the house his brother had indicated and rolled down the window once more, this time a shot-gun barrel found its way out into space along with the billow of cigarette smoke.

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Hannah smiled as a boy came over to help her, understanding the situation, then leaning across her body, setting himself up to lift one arm. On the count of three, they lifted, the girl soon ending up safe on the rooftop. She stood up, dusting herself off, then giving the boy a quick look as if to say, Good Job. The boy probably realized it had been a while since he had contacted his brother, and he called down to him. Hannah hadn't mean to eavesdrop, but when you have someone a few feet away from you, its hard not to overhear them. Taking a breath, she turned as her peripheral vision caught movement, the girl who she had just helped up now pulling out a grenade, tossing it over the side with a pleased look as a mass of zombies blew. Baby mama's got more than a bump, she thought, glancing over the side to see the damage she had done.

Though she had done a lot, there was still hundreds of zombies, and they had to get moving or they were sure to lose this battle. Glancing at the girl as she spoke, she shrugged. "I guess it all depends on where y'all are heading, or what you're planning to do," She said, glancing at the boys, then down at the truck that was doing some type of maneuvers. She looked back at the zombies, doing what she had so many times tried to get herself to stop. She looked at their faces. The curves of their noses that were so human like, mixed with the deterioration that was so not. The fact that each of them used to be a living, breathing person much like herself, got to her. The fact that they had been forced into an undead life of mindless behavior based on a raging hunger that was never quenched. Because she knew it would have been oh so easy for her to be one of them, one of the undead. And that terrified her.

Her mind flashed blank as she brought herself out of her deep philosophical thoughts, deciding it was better not to think like that, and looking back at the group, her lips perched in question. "So I'm assuming we're dropping into the back of the truck?" she asked, going cose to the edge on the side the car was on, leaning over and looking.

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Daniel followed the young man as they tried to get to the woman who was waiting on another building. They vaulted across the gaps in the buildings, quicker than Daniel thought he could. They reached the same building as the woman who was leaning over the side and reaching down towards the ground. Daniel went over to help but the young man had already rushed over to help her. They had pulled up a pregnant woman who looked liked she had been in a bit of trouble with the zombies. Daniel went over to the pregnant woman and asked "Are you okay lady?" Daniel knew that a woman like this shouldn't be in this situation so he felt it was his duty to see if she was okay. He then overheard the boy talking on his radio, he overheard the word "lift", then all of a sudden Daniel got excited, he hadn't been able to have a rest in weeks and said "Lift? You have a car? I call shotgun" He was saying it as a joke to lighten the mood but secretly he was worried about how they were going to survive the problem that he had caused.
He kept it quiet that it was him that had disturbed the screamer, now wasn't the time to piss off a bunch of strangers who probably could try to kill him if he told them.

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Micah Keith


"Fine, but this is the last time. Seriously. Next time I'm leaving you too, got it?" A sigh escaped Micah's lips in response to the static-filled sentence. Of course he heard such statements from his older brother almost daily- to the point where he could probably say them by rote- but he knew it didn't make them less true; he was sure one day he'd push Aaron too far and that the brother he'd just recently met would really leave him, despite the promise he'd made his father. However, Micah just couldn't help himself- he couldn't leave people in trouble, it just wasn't in him. Still, he figured it best to try and make it appear as if he would follow along with his brother's wishes- at least until everyone was safe. "Okay Aaron, gotcha," he mumbled into the receiver- clicking the transmit button off just as an explosive boom echoed from somewhere over his shoulder.

Whirling, Micah caught sight of the pregnant woman they'd just saved leaning over the railing with a grenade pin in her hand. "I wonder how she managed to come by that....," he wondered to himself as shoved the radio once more into its pocket. It was obvious by how quickly she'd jumped to eliminate the undead below that the woman was at least workably alright, however he was still relieved when the other boy who'd apparently followed him across the rooftops went to inquire as to her health. It was never a sure thing when it came to pregnancies- time on his parents' ranch had taught him this fact multiple times. Micah's attention was snatched from the pair near the edge of the roof by the third person in their group, who stood watching the street below as she inquired as to their intentions. Clearing his throat, he walked over to where she stood looking down at his brother's truck. "No plans for now, except to get us all out of here alive... or at least, in the same state of being....," the drawl in his voice faltered a little as he corrected himself- it was sometimes hard to remember that living didn't mean the same thing as it previously had. "And you're right, those plans involve getting in the truck."

One of the two standing behind him and the girl to his left must have overheard his conversations as he suddenly heard, "Lift? You have a car? I call shotgun!" Once more Micah found himself shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the boy who'd spoken, however there was a smile on his face. He tilted his head back to adress the pair behind him, "Yea- gotta truck down there that my brother's drivin'. I think we'll probably have all pile into the back if we wanna get away though...." After speaking to the man, he turned his attention to the pregnant grenade-thrower, "Do you think you can get down there from here? I can give you a piggy-back ride down or somethin' if you need me to..."

Aaron McCullough


A loud bang from the side of the building he was parked near caused Aaron to lean his head out of the window, instantly jerking back in as bits of bones, guts, and other visceral organs came flying out of the alley along with a waft of foul-smelling smoke. Once the initial explosion was over he put his head back out, only to wince at the state of the truck's pain job, "Ah shit- that's going to take Sundance forever to clean off... At least it wasn't the Audi." Honestly- as much as he loved cars- the truck wasn't his favorite vehicle ever, he'd much prefer to be driving the R8 that's he'd also stolen from the garage of the unfortunate rich man who he'd had to plug between the eyes when the undead had tried to gnaw off Micah's arm. However, the spattering of zombie bits wasn't going to make it easy for them to drive around undetected. Dead flesh tended to start to smell- well, not that it didn't already-after it wasn't attached to a body anymore.

Another sound- closer and deeper this time- brought his attention from the flecks of innards plastering the paint. Mere feet from where the truck idled was a small herd of the things, at least ten of them lumbering toward him with their decayed noses in the air like a pack of decaying wolves. "Fuck," he hissed- belatedly realizing that the bomb must have drawn them in and that the smoke from his cigarette had gone out seconds before. Flicking the butt from his fingers he dove for the walkie in the seat next to him, flicking it to life as he simultaneously reached into back to grab one of the cocktails lining the wooden box. "Hey Tonto you there? You and your groupies better hurry, incoming at ten o'clock!" Aaron kept the radio with him and then popped open the door to step onto the small step just outside it.

By now the group had advanced and were shuffling faster as they caught his scent. Aaron reached into his pocket pulled out his favorite zippo lighter, setting the end of the rag hanging from the concoction on fire. "Fuck off," he grinned before tossing the explosive at the lead zombie. Instantly the corpse and the three nearest him burst into flames. Those four dealt with, the man on the truck pulled out his shotgun and blasted the next one right in the face. He pushed the button on the radio again and growled, "Tonto. Now. Move it!!!!"

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Sophia Londen
"Do you think you can get down there from here? I can give you a piggy-back ride down or somethin' if you need me to..." she heard a guy ask. Sophia tried to get on her feet. She struggled, but holding onto the bricks she managed to get up. Still breathing a bit uncontrollably, between her gasps she said: ''I'm okay, I'll try to walk for myself. Thanks anyway.'' she threw him a quick smile.

''We should go then. Zombies can be faster than you think.'' she contiued.

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Hannah

Glancing down at the car, she saw zombies going towards the car. Hannah looked at the pregnant lady, pretty sure she couldn't do it herself, though giving her the benefit of the doubt. Not sure if it was okay if she went now, she took a few steps back to run, and ran and jumped on the building, turning in air and firing a shot as she neared the flat surface of the truck's back. She took out one of the remaining zombies with that shot, firing about three more. Hannah nodded a hello at the boy driving the truck, then turned to look up at the roof, and at the three still up there. From her angle, with the world in the turmoil it was in, the three almost looked like characters from a zombie apocalypse movie. It was just the type of thing that would happen in a movie too. Boys would stumble across a pregnant girl lacking any husband and would be her saviors. Except in this case, none of them new that they would make it to the end.

Flashing back into reality, Hannah got good bearings of the back of the truck, getting her feet into a secure place and hitting the safety on her gun before tucking it into her pocket. "I can help you when you're landing," she said to the pregnant girl, flashing a heart warming smile to try to make her more comfortable. That was the goal right now anyways. Get everyone into the back of the truck safe and still alive, before they were over taken with zombies. Hannah still had her backpack, her gun, and her knives. So far, it looked like she was doing pretty well.

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Daniel climbed down from the roof they were on following the young woman, there were the walking dead everywhere, they had to get out of there quick before they were overrun. Daniel stood next to the girl as she called up to the pregnant woman making sure she wasn't attacked when she wasn't looking. One of the dead got a bit to close for comfort so Daniel kicked it away forcing it to fall to the ground, he then got on top of it and stabbed it through the skull. "I don't mean to be pushy guys but we're a little outnumbered so I think we should get out of here." he called to his fellow survivors.

He opened one of the back doors to the truck so that they wouldn't have to waste time opening the door when the pregnant woman got down from the building. Daniel could feel his heart racing, normally he was one for trying to make fun of a situation but this was serious, he had caused a lot of trouble for these people, he could even be the death of them. He then jumped into the open bed of the truck leaving the space in the back for the other people. A couple of zombies tried to crawl into the back but Daniel quickly finished them and pushed them onto the ground.

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Micah Keith


Nodding to the pregnant girl as she struggled up on her own, Micah kept his thoughts to himself- if she wanted to try this on her own who was he to stop her? He was about to gun and make sure the other two on the roof were still onboard when the pair individually lept down toward his brother and the truck, each taking out a zombie or two on the way. Micah had to admit he was a little impressed with the boy, he'd expected less from him after the previous catastrophe he'd gotten himself into. However, it appeared both of them could handle themselves fairly well- unsurprising as they were survivors after all.

The boy watched near the precipice of the roof for a moment before turning back to the only remaining person other than him- the pregnant woman. Hiding how concerned he was as best he could, Micah cleared his throat and held out his hand, "At least let me give you a hand down..."




Aaron McCullough


After taking out a round more of the undead freaks slowly circling toward his truck and tossing his radio back into the cabin, Aaron turned his pale eyes up to the roof to check what was going on above. Not a second later one of the two females vaulted down and took out a couple corpses before nodding to him. "Hello Lara Croft," he responded casually as he blasted another hole through a head, his own head bobbing a quick greeting. The salutation he gave the second arrival was not so friendly, as he quickly recognized the idiot who'd gotten them into the whole mess, "Ah- and if it isn't the moron that's going to cause the death of us all..." Aaron rolled his eyes a te boy lept on and stabbed a zombie through the skull- at least he was good for something.

As the two new arrivals took up stations in the rear, Aaron called up to his little brother to hurry him up. Then he hurried down off his post to assist the woman down into the back seat of the cabin, "Let's- get this over with as soon as possible please..." After he'd finished mumbling to Tanto- who quickly lept into the back as well- the truck driver slipped quickly into his usual spot and put the truck into drive. Not waiting to see if everyone was ready, he started off through the zombies.

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Hannah

Hannah grinned as the second of the two boys - brothers? - spoke to her, nodding back. She chuckled lightly at the reference, liking it, as she smacked the heel of her boot into the head of a walker close to the trucks back. Hearing the boy speak quickly to the one who had started the mess, she giggled again, preparing herself to help down the pregnant lady and the last boy. Out of her peripheral vision she was able to see the starter of the mess opening a door, making it easy for the pregnant woman to get in. No way I'm getting in, she thought, hating the thought of being trapped inside. When the two dropped down, she partially caught her, making the landing on her feet easier and lighter. She half pushed half carried the woman to the cars door, relying on the other boy to help her in as the driver spoke again, and the car started.

She was glad to be on the move, crouching half way and grabbing onto the place where the back of the sunroof was, enough of a gap for a hand hold for her. In one hand, she had her gun, have reloaded and clicked it into place, but she was hoping she wouldn't have to use anymore bullets. Hannah's other hand was occupied holding onto the cars roof. She looked at the boy in the back with her, looking at his face, wondering his story, then looking away, her face turning emotionless as they plowed through zombies.

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Micah Keith


His feet spread wide in a casual posture that showed he knew his way around the back of a truck, Micah stood in a half-crouch as his brother shifted into gear and pulled out of the slowly-forming circle of undead. Bright blue eyes flicked between the hoard and the girl leaning against the back of the truck's cab as the small group of survivors headed off in their stolen vehicle. His attention was grabbed by a particularly smart dead-head who managed to claw its way onto the hitch as the truck pushed its way through the rest of his kind. "Watch out," Micah murmured to the other two who shared the bed of the truck with him. Even as the car burst through the ring of zombies and began to accelerate down the high way, the farm boy made his way from the area near the cabin to where the zombie still clung on. His hair and clothes wipping against his skin in the speed of his brother's get-away, he took slow sure steps down to the backdoor of the truck. Positioning the steel-toes of his boots squarely against the metal brackets holding the tailgate closed, he removed the thick hunting knife from its sheath at his belt.

After wrapping one hand around the top of the metal against which his feet were braced, Micah leaned outward into space. Although the whole lower half of the thing formerly known as a human was being dragged mercilessly at sixty miles per hour, it was still miraculously clinging on- its half-decomposed fingers digging into the thick plastic coating the back step. As he stared down at a patch of skull he could see through the weave of unwashed hair the head wiped up and it bared its cracked, brown teeth at him in a feral snarl. In response, he wiped the hunting knife in his grasp into an easier hold and reared back. The knife parted rotted flesh and went through the skull with ease; as he stabbed, the thing turned it's head to the side, forcing the knife to turn and stab into the inches of plastic on the back of the truck. There it stuck, piercing through bone, brain and plastic to pinion the once more lifeless corpse onto the back of the moving vehicle.

"Shit," he grunted as he reached down to try and pry the weapon from the zombie's head. Just as he wrapped his hand around handle, the vehicle hit a pot hole and caused his feet to slip. Micah gripped the metal to keep him in place and winced as the body flapped against the tailpipe. "Aaron's gunna love that...," he mumbled as he left the thing attached to the end of truck to return to the safer area near the cab. Micah gripped the same area as the girl as his brother drifted them around a corner, making the breaks on the huge vehicle squeal in protest. He gritted his teeth and gave the girl a half-hearted grin before calling over the sound of the rushing wind in his accent, "Well, that was fun...."




Aaron McCullough


Plowing through the lines of decaying corpses, Aaron guided the truck out of the slowly growing press with a lopsided grin on his face. "Hold on Mom, it's going to be a bumpy ride!" He floored the gas pedal over an overweight zombie, a fatty arm flying up and across the hood as the heavy-duty vehicle plowed through the flesh. "Good-bye Stay-puff Marshmallow Man," he addressed the appendage as it rolled off the black car, heedless of the fact that there was another person in the cab who would probably think he was insane. In fact, Aaron just about ignored every person he was hauling as he pushed down the gas to distance them from the ring of zombies. Fortunately for his passengers, however, the huge truck picked up speed slowly and topped out at about eighty miles per hour- which was an impossible speed anyway given the amount of debris in the road and now stuck in the undercarriage.

After a couple minutes of driving straight on the road headed away from the scene of mass infestation, the driver coasted the truck around a right turn onto a new lane to try and confuse any pursuit further. Once on the new road he headed for the edge of the city where a crop of trees sprouted after a line of run-down houses. Although he wasn't generally too thoughtful when it came to other people, he'd put at least a little thought into this particular destination; this area of town was probably the least populated- both with the living and the dead- and was therefore the best place for them all to disembark. From there, they could all once more go their separate ways- which he would enforce, no matter what protestations his younger brother might make.

The rumbling black machine pulled up beside a particularly run-down abode before Aaron shut off the engine. Yanking the keys from the ignition and wrapping them in a protective fist- he wouldn't trust any of this lot not to try steal his stolen vehicle- he turned to the pregnant girl in the backseat. "Your chariot has arrived," he announced sarcastically before kicking open the driver's side door. Not bothering to wait for her response he slid out of the cabin and opened the door for her, "That means get out. That means you two too." The last remark was delivered to the pair of survivors that stood with his brother in the bed of the truck. He pointed a thumb over his shoulder and added, "As fun as it's been- this is where we part ways. Good Luck. Good riddance. See ya maybe. May the apocalypse be ever in your favor." By this time the sun was starting to set and he was eager to get back home as quickly as possible.

Once they'd deposited the rest of the crew at the edge of the woods, Micah helping everyone from the truck with whispered apologies for his brother's behavior, the pair loaded back into the vehicle. The younger brother leaned out of the vehicle as his brother started it up, calling back over his shoulder, "If any of you need something don't hesitate to call- we have a short wave radio. Channel 2554!" After his pronouncement he was yanked unceremoniously back into the cab and the truck drove off.