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Zalt Fox

Shoot to kill.

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a character in “Perseverance: The Contagion”, as played by Arik223

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Full Name: Zalt Fox

Age: 25

Equipment: Hunting knife, Colt M1911 pistol three loaded mags, Machete, Knapsack with ; Full Canteen, some food which includes energy bar and cans of corn and soup, lock picks, and a couple of books.

Hobbies: Nature, Fishing, Reading on occasion.

Weakness: Zalt tends to be jealous, other then that he has envy at times, and a fear of heights.

Scars/tattoo’s/piercings: Zalt has a Tribal tattoo on his right arm, and a scar on his left eye.

Personality: Zalt is mostly friendly, he doesn't like to be rude or mean but if he has too he can put his foot down fairly easily. Survival is first priority, since his life has been torn apart from him he strives to live as-long as he can.

History: Zalt had a normal childhood, but liked to work out most of the time. He spent time with friends and family, normal kid. When Zalt turned 17 he was enlisted into the US marines, and worked hard to rise in the ranks. He left the military at the age of 22 and returned home, found a girl and married her. He even got a fairly decent job and lived a normal life. One night Zalt had returned from work to find his wife dying on the living room floor, she had been bitten. Trusting his intuition and the recent news on the television he knew that she couldn't be saved. Kissing her goodbye Zalt took the only equipment he could, which included a knapsack loaded with essentials, his machete, knife and pistol. Ever since then Zalt has been roaming around trying to survive and hopefully get out of this mess.
"Happiness depends upon ourselves."

So begins...

Zalt Fox's Story

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#, as written by Arik223
Everything's gone to shit, brainless zombies now roam the earth. What do they call them Amblers? It didn't matter, any walking corpse should be put to rest like the rest of them. The last month was spent in a shelter not far from here, but like the ones before it, it was overrun and Zalt was forced to leave. Years of military training left him prone to all situations, but this outbreak is something different, something he wouldn't get used too so fast. Zalt arrived at this town fairly early in the morning, and from first glance it was infested with brainless corpses. Another look affirmed that there are plenty of buildings to scavenge, valuable material to be gained. Zalt sighed as he checked his supply, a few energy bars and a few cans of food, not enough to last a week. He needed to resupply fast.

Where to get food... he thought and quickly noticed a few places of interest. A wooded area, a shoreline, and houses that were close enough to scavenge. Zalt's initial thought was to rummage through the houses, then move on to the forest, and if it wasn't too late maybe catch a fish or two before setting up shelter in one of the abandoned houses. In a fairly slow pace Zalt started to walk down the hill, he wasn't in a rush, there was no reason to be, everything now a days either slugs, screams or crawls. He passed a few Amblers here and there, nothing to worry about really, he walked quietly enough and far enough for them not to notice him.

Zalt decided to go a little further in, he didn't see lots of zombies, only some standing around a far distance away. Usually Zalt would try to search houses that have some Amblers around them, he thought that if anyone try'd to scavenge they would avoid zombies at all costs. There was a bright blue house, looked fancy enough, and there were three zombies on the front yard. One of Amblers seemed to notice Zalt and made a low grunt, the others turned and started sluggishly making their way towards Zalt. He let out a slight laugh "Is that all you can do?". Mockingly he pulled out his machete and sliced the head of the first zombie cleanly off. One of his buddies started to pick up his pace, almost running, he lunged at Zalt with a louder grunt but Zalt moved out of the way and jammed his Machete in the Amblers head. The last zombie had a broken foot, so he walked with one while trying to carry the other behind him, he was slow and posed no threat. Zalt approached him carefully and sliced his head.

Now that the zombies were taken care off Zalt thought the house is either empty or had little opposition. He made his way through the house opening and going through every cabinet, when he finished with the first floor he went on to the second. A growl from behind the door confirmed his worries. With machete in hand Zalt carefully unlocked the door, but what he saw wasn't a walking corpse, but a chained corpse, with half a neck bitten off. The body used to clearly belong to a woman, she was either being raped, murdered, or sexually abused at the time of her turning, because she was tied to the bed with every part of her body. The sight made Zalt want to throw up, he gagged slightly and approached the body. Clearly distraught Zalt took out his knife and placed it near the Zombies skull. "Rest in peace" he said as he impaled the knife cleanly through.

Some sights in this world wouldn't move Zalt, but some things, such as the bedroom incident were hard to watch and hard to take in. Nevertheless he had to stay strong. He made his way down the stairs and right out of the house. He checked what he had collected which was, Can of beans, Flashlight, Three water bottles, a can of soup, and a broken walkie talkie. Still not fully recovered from what he had seen Zalt continued down the street, but jumped behind cover at the sight of someone. He noticed a girl walking into a house, she seemed to be young and have an bloodied Axe. The girl could be one of two things, either a helpless victim of the outbreak or she belonged to one of those post apocalyptic gangs that killed the helpless and raided everything they had. The second option didn't seem to fit. Zalt contemplated for a little whether to approach her or not, there might be a colony here, which would be perfect for a temporary settlement, or she might even have some things to trade to help him on his journey. Although it was risky Zalt decided to approach the girl and ask a few questions. Zalt knew she would be starteled if he walked in with a machete in hand so he put it back at his side and followed her inside. She was looking through things, and because of his military experience she didn't hear him approach. "Hey, I have a few questions to ask. I'm unarmed."

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Character Portrait: Zaila Korbeil Character Portrait: Zalt Fox Character Portrait: Noah Winters

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#, as written by Messiah
January 5th, 2013,

I went to our old house today. I wanted to see if Grace and Emily were okay. The house looked like looters had been through there. Books, clothes, and toys were thrown all over like someone was looking for something. I guess anything that might be useful was taken already; there was no food, nothing that could be used as a weapon, and no real supplies. But, in the kitchen there was blood. God, so much blood. There's no way they survived that, whoever it was. Was that Grace? Jesus, or what if that was Emily? Maybe it wasn't either of them. It could have been that looter. Yeah. It was probably that looter. Anyway, there was a trail of blood that led outside, so I followed it. There were no signs of Grace, or Emily, or any looters. No bodies. Nothing. This is real, isn't it? The army isn't coming to clean this up. Are there more survivors? How could this have happened?


That was the first thing Noah Winters wrote in his journal, months ago. He still asked himself those same questions nearly everyday and no closer was he to answering them. His ex-wife and daughter were still missing and he had no idea where to begin looking. Maybe he should go back to the old house again, he thought. Then again, it was hard enough going back the first time. But, that was the only chance he had of finding them. Honestly, he was afraid that he was going to find them and they'd turn out to be dead - or worse. The fear gnawed at him daily, but maybe it was better to know, one way or another.

Either way, he couldn't just sit there. It was time to get up and get moving. He sighed and stuffed his journal back into his backpack and stood up, hoisting his bag up onto his back as he did. Then, he picked up his gun on a nearby desk, checked to make sure the safety was on (he didn't want it accidentally going off, of course) and put it into his pants. Finally, he picked up the metal bat lying on the floor and exited. Carefully, he made his way down the steps leading up to the apartment he was taking shelter in. It was relatively out of the way and the dead had a little more trouble traversing stairs than normal.

Bat in hand, he traversed the streets. Some of them were empty, some of them weren't, but he was quick enough to avoid confrontation with those... things. Assuming they didn't sneak up on him, that is. They can be surprisingly stealthy sometimes. He'd managed to avoid a lot of fighting by being careful and keeping his head on a swivel.

Traveling through the streets never got any easier. He could hear his heart thumping in his ears. This is what it must feel like to be a small animal in the woods; predators all around you ready to ambush you at any moment. Except small animals in the woods don't really have the ability to fight back.

His old house wasn't far now. Just a block or two more. But, as he neared the dark red house that he used to call home, he spotted a group of amblers crouched over a body. The body was human. He could see the feet and the arms sprawled out. There were four of the dead and they were in the street right in front of the house.

"Shit." he whispered to himself.

Now, his options were to turn around and leave, try to sneak around and go in through the backyard, or go and fight them. None of those particularly appealed to him, but sneaking seemed the least objectionable.

Sneaking it was.

He approached the neighboring house and went into the backyard. There was a wooden fence between the two properties. There was no gate he could get to without risking alerting the participants of the feast in the street. It was a fairly tall fence, too, but he thought he could get over it.

First, he tossed the backpack over the fence, and then the bat. The long grass on the other side padded the landing of the objects. Then, he reached up and began to hoist himself up the fence. He hated pull-ups. It was the worst part of his workout. Of course, he'd give anything to have things back to the way they were before.

With some effort, he pulled himself up to the top of the fence. Before dropping down, he sat and looked around. The amblers were still enjoying their meal. He hated to see it, and it made him sick, but he couldn't do anything about it now, and throwing up wouldn't do him any good. Food was hard enough to come by as it was.

He dropped down into the grass and picked up his backpack and his bat then approached the backdoor. As he did, he spotted something moving in the tall grass and he jumped. It was a crawler. A man who looked as if his legs had become a meal for some of the other dead, except whoever was eating him hadn't had the chance to finish. The crawler moved towards him, reaching up and snarling for him.

"Shit." he whispered again as he gripped the bat with both hands and stepped back. With a heavy overswing, he brought the bat down on its head, sending blood and brain matter out. He was careful to jump back to avoid much on him. Blood spattered the lower half of his jeans and his boots, but nothing else.

When that was done with, he stood at the back door for a long while. Finally, he mustered up the courage to open the door - slowly - and go in. There, on the floor, was the blood trail. He swallowed the lump in his throat and stared back down at it. Before investigating what may have happened, he decided to inspect the house again. It looked the same as he remembered it had been months ago. Books, clothes, toys.

Then it dawned on him. There were clothes lying around, tossed. That meant that Grace hadn't packed them. Why wouldn't she? The only explanation was that she'd been killed before she could. The thought lingered in his brain and he stood motionless.

Grace is dead.

Or worse. He knew it was a possibility, but he couldn't fathom it being a reality. The evidence had been there before when he first came here, but he missed it, or he ignored it, or he didn't want to realize it.

What about Emily?

He panicked and rushed to his daughter's where room had been. It was empty. He checked the drawers. Her clothes were gone and her backpack wasn't anywhere to be seen. Immediately, Noah's mind conjured up what probably happened.

The house was under attack. Grace packed Emily's things. She intended to finish packing, but didn't get a chance. She stayed behind and let herself get killed so Emily could get away.

This was too much for him to bear and he dropped to his knees and started sobbing.

Grace sacrificed herself to save Emily. And I was too selfish and stupid and scared to come here and help them. Now Emily's out there on her own, scared. She's only seven.

It was a terrible thought to think. He almost hoped that she were dead, just to be away from all of this. But, if she were still alive, he had to find her. That was his job now. But, for the moment, it was time to leave. Maybe Emily was hiding out somewhere in another house. He had to hope.

On the return trip, he spotted a girl enter a house half a block down, followed moments after by a rather intimidating looking man wielding a machete. After they'd both gone inside, he approached slowly and hid at the side of the house. He could be dangerous to her and try to hurt her, but then again, he might not. He decided to wait before making any rash decisions.

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Character Portrait: Daniel Taylor Character Portrait: Zalt Fox Character Portrait: Andre Rollins

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"The fuck" Andre mumbled as he fought with a bush that was shrouding his view. If anyone would have seen the way he was batting at the plant, their gut would be busting and they'd be laughing their asses off. Finally he gave up and pushed through it, unknowingly exposing himself to a pack of undernourished, pale-skinned, mindless sadists. But no laughter came. Only gnashing of teeth and snarls and grabby hands.

In town, he had made a break for it down an alley to escape this same undead party. How they circled around so fast he had no idea as he inched away from the forsaken floral shop. Then again, they all looked the same. Irregardless of them all having a life and stories before their transformation, they were clones now. He bit at his lip uneasily, backing against the bush that had just given him so much grief. Now he felt like he owed it an apology, he'd obviously taken its cover for granted. His hand patted at his pocket; the utility knife was gone. Tucked by his ankle was the boning knife but if he took the time to reach down it might have been the last thing he ever did. There was nothing in his backpack that could make a dent in the horrible reality standing, well, pushing towards him.

He almost fell over a pot of deceased flowers in his backwards scuffle, dodging a hand bearing a denounced, dulled bone. It belonged to an especially large, round ghoul that even in the afterlife, visibly didn't go hungry. His size and stature probably trapped many poor folks. Behind him, as if he were the mayor of the undead, reaching over his shoulders treacherously, were at least seven others. One skinny, petrified looking lackey managed to find a loophole, uncommon for the most part. Andre hadn't seen any type of common sense displayed by the zombies and was a little shocked when the hollow-cheeked one slipped beneath the shoulder of fat boy.

An escape route was what he needed but search results were coming up empty as his eyes scanned the streets. They were overrun despite the scattered state of the undead, gawking and witlessly stumbling around, bumping into each other. In the time he took to look down the road, skinny minnie had drawn dangerously close.

Instinctively and pathetically, Andre drew back his fist. A scream ripped through the air, terrorizing in sound and alarming in nature to the lifeless legions. All of their heads snapped in immediate attention as whatever focus they had was consigned to oblivion. Fat boy nearly knocked his posse over as he clomped towards the siren, perhaps the only known communication that existed amid the reanimated. His eyes widened as he stood stark-still, staring at what used to be an elderly woman, judging by her patchy white hair.

The ear-splitting noise came from the gas station a short distance away but was silenced in seconds. Still, the crowds drew. Skinny minnie had scrabbled away, her head thrashing at an odd angle as she chomped her teeth. In the alleyway a block over, he heard the clanging of metal and the sounds of multiple footsteps. They were wheeling around and coming back. He could never catch a break.

From a bench outside of the flowers shop, Andre gripped the edge of the gutter and managed to latch onto a shingle while his free hand tossed up his backpack. As he hoisted himself up, he hoped the roof was holding up better than half the ones in town. The shingle his right hand gripped came loose, causing him to hang half-on and half-off the outer edge of the roof. He stifled a helpless moan as he swung his dangling leg onto the roof and gained some balance. He stood triumphantly, noting, "I should get some gloves." His lips pressed firmly together as he strained his ears at the sound of actual verbalized words. Someone was nearby.

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Character Portrait: Tara Felicity Brown Character Portrait: Adelaide Korbeil Character Portrait: Zaila Korbeil Character Portrait: Zalt Fox

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Adelaide Korbeil

Adelaide continued on through the forest and headed for where she saw the smoke. She was stepping over a fallen log when something came tumbling down the forest. She stopped and saw what had to be a woman at some point split in half and missing an arm, she quickly took out her knife. The thing was faced down as she brought the knife down into its skull "sleep well" she murmered then continued up the hill, her knife in her hand.

She heard a few sounds but wasn't sure exactly what they were. What or more likely who was not what she expected to find. She hasn't seen another live human except her sister since her parents died, so when she saw the blonde up ahead she was in slight shock. She walked slowly towards the girl "hello?" she said in a questionable voice. She noticed the dog, or was it a wolf? She wasn't completely sure but as she got closer she recognized the girl.

"Holy shit..Tara?" she asked with a slight shock in her tone, she noticed the blood and how Tara's pants were soaked "you look like shit" she commented. She probably didn't look the clean either but this was how Adelaide was, she was blunt and was one to point things out even though maybe she shouldn't. She then noticed the other half of a corpse at Tara's feet "ah you were the one that sent the other half of the corpse down the hill" she held up her knife "I took care of it for ya".

She looked up at the hill "os this where your camping out?" she asked curiusly, she hasn't had a conversation with someone else except Zaila so she was feeling a bit excited? happy? She wasn't sure but she knew Tara before the invasion of the zombies took over, she always liked the girl. She was now a few feet from Tara, looking around as she waited for Tara to say something.

Zaila Korbeil

Zaila had made her way upstairs as she walked through the house, at the top of tbe stairs was a stuffed bair. She remembered the Collins had a little girl, she stuffed the bear into her bag and continued on her search. She made her way into the upper bedroom and searched through the drawers, she found a knife and another thing of hairspray "lucky me". She would give the knife to her sister but the hairspray she would keep. She put the things in her bag then decided to head back downstairs.

She just turned the corner which led to the kitchen when she heard a guys voice, which made her jump and grab her lighter and hairspray and turned to face the guy. Thebguy was huge compared to her, even though the guy said he was unarmed how was she to trust him? She wished Addi was here, her sister would know what to do in this kind of situation.

Taking a few steps back, she kept the hairspray and lighter up "what kind of question? I really...uh...I am just searching for food...please I really don't want ti have to use this" she wasn't sure if she would even spray the flamable hairspray on him but she could at least threaten him right? How would he know if she was lying.

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Character Portrait: Zaila Korbeil Character Portrait: Zalt Fox Character Portrait: Noah Winters

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The young girl jumped at Zalt's voice, she turned and backed off a little. Zalt didn't flinch or move, she had hairspray and a lighter up, fairly effective. From up close the girl seemed younger then before, 17 maybe 18, but surely not fit enough to deal with bigger dangers. Take Zalt for example, if he was a bandit, and did plan on hurting her, all he needed to do is lift up his foot and kick the hairspray away. "what kind of question? I really...uh...I am just searching for food...please I really don't want ti have to use this" the girl seemed to be extremely frightened, Zalt even felt bad. He sighed slightly, "Listen, if I wanted to hurt you I wouldn't have called out to you." He gave her a slight smile, "I'm harmless, if it makes you feel any better ill put all my stuff down." he slowly reached for his machete to not scare her and force her into burning his face off, once he had it he unhooked it and placed it on the floor, he did the same with his knapsack and kicked both towards her. "See?". When the girl was quiet Zalt heard some noises, from outside by the sound of it, maybe from the house next door, but if his instincts served him right, there were no zombies in this house.

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Character Portrait: Zaila Korbeil Character Portrait: Zalt Fox Character Portrait: Noah Winters

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Noah's head jerked to attention when he heard the shriek. It had sounded from the direction that he'd come from, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly where. He knew that sound. The sound it made attracted everything from the area to it. Luckily, he hadn't had any run-ins with them personally yet, but they were dangerous. Very dangerous. You'd be lucky to come out of the ordeal alive or unscathed in any way. Honestly, he felt bad for whoever had come across it, but going back was tantamount to suicide. Besides, his own situation was troubling enough. The shriek drew in the dead from all directions, and he was directly in the path of who-knows-how-many.

To check, he peeked around the corner of the house. And sure enough, there was a considerable crowd of the walking dead heading his way. He only got a quick glimpse of them, but it looked as if there were at least twelve or fifteen of them. Quickly, he looked around for somewhere to hide, but saw little in the way of anything. His only option was to go inside the house, but that meant taking his chances with the two people inside, and he hadn't decided if they were dangerous or not. If they weren't, though, and they were friendly, not going inside to warn them may end up getting them killed. He wasn't a monster. Not yet.

So it was decided. He moved from the side of the house to the backyard, then slowly and quietly, he opened the backdoor and slid inside. His bat was held up with both hands as he carefully crept through the house, trying not to alert or startle the two still inside. Their voices weren't far away, and when he rounded a corner, he saw them.

What he saw was genuinely surprising. The large man had been disarmed, probably his own doing, and the girl was pointing a lighter-and-hairspray combo at him. Once he'd taken a moment to absorb the sight, he lowered his bat.

Maybe they're not so bad.

Before either of the two could speak up, Noah did, "I don't know if you heard, but one of the screaming ones just sounded the dinner bell, and unless you want to be dinner, you should probably find somewhere to hide before a whole crowd passes us by and sees us." His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, but there was a sense of frustration and urgency to it.

Didn't they hear it?

It didn't matter now. Noah ducked down and moved towards the living room window where he hid himself right beneath the sill. The other two, well... he hoped they listened to him. He'd stuck his neck out for them and if even one of them didn't hide, then that could be the death of all of them.

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Character Portrait: Tara Felicity Brown Character Portrait: Adelaide Korbeil Character Portrait: Zaila Korbeil Character Portrait: Zalt Fox Character Portrait: Noah Winters

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[size]Adelaide Korbeil

Adelaide stayed back as Tara's wolf-dog growled and go in what seemed like an attack mode "fuck I am not here to hurt you" she put her hands in the air, the knife in her right hand. She was kind of relieved when Tara finally recognized her and called off Buster. She watched as the dog sat dosn obediantly. She had to laugh at the first thing Tara said to her, it was known to everyone that she liked to stay high twenty-four seven. "Oh I was high girl, I was fucking tripping when I saw the first walking corpse. It was messed up."

When Tara mentioned the time she ran down the street naked she grinned "That was videotaped ya know...only way I knew it happenee, that was the night I tried LSD. Some crazy shit let me tell you. Its good to see you though" she said with a smile, obviously she was not high. She hasn't been high for months now, she still craved it but she knew this was not the time to be fucking around if you wanted to live.

When Tara responded about the camp she nodded her head, "Z and I are still at our house, have it all boarded up and shit and have been going through houses for supplies." Thats when she heard the ear piercing scream "shit...Zail" she ran over to where Tara was and looked towards the town "where is the screamer?" she asked, hoping Z was safe from the dead corpses.

The sun was setting, she needed to get home soon but she knew it was notba good idea to go down there with a horde walkong around "damn this isnt good" she took out her walkie and spoke into it "Z you there, you okay? Please don't fuckin tell me you were the one to set it off". Zaila would know what she was talking about, it was only a few minutea before she got the whispered response.

"Yea Addi, fine. No I didn't set it off. Im safe. Weird thing is I have run into a couple of people. What do i do?" the response was at a whisper, Adelaide sighed a relief."Stay there and whatever you do don't bring them to the house. Ill let you know when the horde is clear. Stay safe Z." She then sat down and cracked her kneck, she hoped the horde will be taken care of or died down soon. She was worried about Zaila, this is a reason why she didn't want to split up but Z always had a way with her persuasiveness.

Zaila Korbeil

Zaila stared at the man as he took his weapon and backpack off, her hand was shaking a little as she held the hairspray. She lowered her hands as the guy seemed to not want to harm her "so what do you want to know" she asked still feeling a bit guarded, she didn't know what to say. Addi was the one that was the talker, not her.

She heard the sound of a screamer "this is not goood" she muttered. Another guy came into the house, ahe took a few steps back. The guy then whispered to them, telling them about the screamer and that they should hide. She wouldn't argue, she planned on hiding but she didn't like that she was stuck in the house with two guys she didn't know.

She ran and laid herself behind the couch, she then heard Addi's muffled voice coming out of the walkie. She grabbed it and turned the volume down "Z you there, you okay? Please don't fuckin tell me you were the one to set it off". Zaila shook her head, she really hated how Addi swore so much but it was one of Addi's never ending habits.

"Yea Addi, fine. No I didn't set it off. Im safe. Weird thing is I have run into a couple of people. What do i do?" Zaila spoke into the walkie at a whisper, she didn't really want the guys to hear the conversation she was having with her sister. Addi's voice was heard once more "Stay there and whatever you do don't bring them to the house. Ill let you know when the horde is clear. Stay safe Z." She knew that was Addi's way of signing off, she put the walkie back in her bag and laid there silently, she was shaking a little, she never would get used to being in situations like this.[/size]

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Character Portrait: Zaila Korbeil Character Portrait: Daniel Taylor Character Portrait: Zalt Fox Character Portrait: Noah Winters

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"so what do you want to know" the girl asked clearly scared. She didn't look like the fighting type, she looked frightened and not like someone who is used to the current world. "Well to-" he was cut off by the sound of a screamer somewhere in the distance. "Shit!" he said as he jumped and grabbed his backpack and machete.

Another man walked into the house, he was possible the source of the noise he had heard before. "I don't know if you heard, but one of the screaming ones just sounded the dinner bell, and unless you want to be dinner, you should probably find somewhere to hide before a whole crowd passes us by and sees us.". Zalt looked for a moment and sighed "I'm not planning on being dinner, nor do I plan on hiding." he said. The man walked over to a hiding spot and the girl from before followed. Zalt started hastily looking through the first floor looking for binoculars, but he found was only one side of what used to be binoculars. He walked towards the door and looked around the corner, a crowd of 13 zombies were walking towards a place where the Screamer sounded. The zombies were still far so Zalt ran to the third floor of the house and looked through to see what was going on. All around town Amblers and Crawlers slowly made their way towards one man who was on a roof. Soon enough almost every Ambler in town will be on the guy's ass. He noticed people jumping on roofs. Zalt knew he should help, they would all be doomed, the question is of how to help.

Zalt ran back downstairs and looked around the corner again, the crowd of thirteen still made its way towards the screamer, though they were closer now. One of the Amblers seemed to have a backpack, a long lost scavenger perhaps, but that didn't intrigue him all that much. What intrigued him was the Cop Ambler, he still had a pistol at his side, a baton at the other and keys hanging off. That would be useful, if the Police station was overrun he could use the keys to get important weapons and other materials, it was an opportunity he wouldn't pass. He called out to the guy in the living room. "Hey come here." he said. "Look at that zombie, that's a cop. He has a Glock at his side and armory keys. I would suggest you help me get them, we can split what we find, maybe even use the police station as a hideout" he looked at the man. "Deal?"

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Character Portrait: Zaila Korbeil Character Portrait: Zalt Fox Character Portrait: Noah Winters

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Not planning on hiding? Jesus, is this guy out of his mind?

Noah watched the man run around the house frantically, watching him silently with a frown on his face. The man grabbed half of a pair of binoculars and went upstairs. A moment later, he called down. Not the best of ideas, considering the danger of the dead moving closer each second.

Slowly, Noah stood up and went to go upstairs. Before reaching the stairs, his gaze lingered on the girl briefly. She had a walkie-talkie out and was speaking into it, though he couldn't understand what she was saying. The girl couldn't have been out of high school, or if she was, she was barely so. A girl her age should be dealing with high school drama. 'Where's the party on Friday?' or 'Want to go to the game?' not 'Am I going to survive the day, or am I going to be torn apart by drooling freaks?' It wasn't right. He didn't say anything, and he quickly averted his gaze before she noticed and walked up the stairs.

The man was looking out a window towards the group approaching the house. He mentioned a cop - or a former cop - being among them, and he made an offer. He wanted to get the gun and the keys and go off running to the police station on the off-chance that it hadn't been looted already. And besides, Noah already had a place to stay that was already guaranteed to be safe. But, he didn't think it was a good idea to say anything about it yet; he didn't know the man.

It was risky. In fact, it all seemed like more of a risk than he was willing to take.

"Are you insane? How do you plan on taking on all of them with just the two of us? You're going to get us both killed."

At the very least, they had to deal with all the amblers around the ex-cop, and then any who might see them there and on the way to the police station. Not only that, but there was no guarantee that the police station was safe, even remotely. It may even be overrun. If that was the case, then they surely wouldn't survive.

Forget about risky, this idea bordered on stupidity as far as Noah was concerned.

All he wanted was to stay out of sight long enough so he could escape and go looking for his daughter, and now this guy had more than likely roped him into a suicide run. He doubted the man could be this easily swayed away from this idea. Letting him go on his own was basically a death sentence, and Noah wasn't sure he could have that on his conscience. Damn his humanity. He shouldn't have gone into the house. It would have been fine if he'd just hidden in the back yard.

Damn it. I just had to go inside, didn't I?

Another thought came to him.

"And what about the girl? You'd just leave her here?"

Damn his humanity.

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Zalt didn't know the man's or the girl's name yet, but this was not the time for introductions. The man, who was clearly hasitant, walked behind zalt and arrived in the conclusion that Zalt's insane. Zalt could kill most of those zombies by himself without any difficulty, but he didn't want to risk something that stupid. Some of the zombies even looked fresh. Zalt laughed a bit "Listen man, thirteen zombies aren't hard to take care off, we can survive it easily.". Just as he said that Zalt thought of another idea, one that could potentially mean life or death for the people who were being overrun.

The man mentioned the girl, he asked if Zalt was meaning to leave her. Of-course he wouldn't, Zalt is better then that, he thinks of others when he makes decisions like an ex marine should. "My offer is extended to her and whoever she is with as-well. From the way I see it its better to move as a group." Zalt smiled. He could clearly see the fear the man's eyes, "Look i'm not saying the police station is a sure shot, hell it might not be. Honestly I think its overrun... or was. Most zombies in town are headed towards the screamer, that gives us a good chance of finding shelter. The weapons cache should have lots of things if not already looted, but those things are always locked, and luckily for us we have the keys."

Zalt checked his binocular' once more and put it in his knapsack. "I see you have a pistol, we can use those. The noise should hopefully distract zombies going towards the screamer, those zombies will be heading to this direction. So the way I see it, if we go through with this we need to leave now." Zalt didn't want to be irrational. "But listen, if you don't want to do this I wont risk your life, ill go kill them myself with my machete and we will part ways." Zalt started down the stairs. "Its do or die."

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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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It was getting dark, Zalt didn't like it. It didn't matter, once they had those keys they could go explore the police station at the dead of dawn. "Take out your gun, the sound should lure some Amblers towards us and hopefully away from someone in trouble." Zalt hoped someone would hear the shot and also come, as he saw it, it was pointless to continue on their own. Lets say the police station is overrun, two people would not be able to clear it and live, he needed others, it seemed like the better thing to do. For now the only lives that mattered were his and Noah's, the girl seemed to have a place to stay, and maybe someone to be with. Regardless though, Zalt would come back in the morning to check on her, for now the keys were important. "Cover me!" Zalt yelled as he took out his machete and ran right into the thirteen. A fat ambler ran first, but Zalt cut him down without an issue, two more came from separate directions, Zalt hopped back and slashed both their heads off. With an open hand Zalt pulled out his gun and shot the dead scavenger, and another who was next to him. The cop was the important matter, he hoped Noah would cover him so he ran straight for the Cop, he leaped up and stuck the Machete deep into the Amblers head. The last ambler ran up and Zalt shot him. Zalt got up and turned to see if the others were dead, hopefully they were. Zalt grabbed the keys and inspected the scavenger beg, it only had a flashlight and two bottles of water. Zalt sighed and threw one towards Noah. "Here drink up. We have to get the hell out of here, someone should have heard the shot. You can keep the gun." He wiped his machete with an amblers old shirt, and stuffed the keys in his beg. "I don't spouse you have a place to stay the night? We can go to the police station at sunrise." He went back towards the house and sealed the door, "Ill come back tomorrow to check on her, shes stubborn but ill make her come with us, or atleast escort her to wherever she lives."

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Will Moon

Off to the side of the road there was a ditch. This is where Will pulled over and set his bike. To (hopefully) hide it from would-be bandits, he took a few minutes to cover the motorcycle with some underbrush. He then looked around at what was nearby, mentally making a note of all the features, just so he knew where to return to for the bike. Finally, before setting off into the woods, he dug into his backpack and produced a flashlight, and drew his hatchet from its makeshift sheath that was attached to his belt.

Low branches clawed at him as he made his way through the woods. They were quiet. For now. At least they were more quiet than the streets and the town. When he looked towards the street he was only yards from, he could see that his plan had worked; numerous dead had followed the sound of his motorcycle and gunshots. But they hadn't noticed him go into the woods. At least not yet. He intended to keep it that way, thus the use of the hatchet.

Their strength was in the sheer overwhelming amount of them. On their own, they were weak and stupid. This is where Will thrived. When they were singular or in small groups, they ceased to be the predators and became prey. Just as saving someone bettered their chances as a species, so did killing the dead. Obviously.

Will crouched low and listened for movement. At first, all he heard were the groans of the dead on the street - the ones duped by his gambit. Then he heard it, the shuffling of feet through grass. Immediately, he clicked off his flashlight and looked around for the source of the sound.

It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the dark, but once they did, he saw the source. Three amblers were on one side of him, opposite the street, several yards away. They had yet to notice him. That was an advantage to wearing a black leather jacket and a black full-face biker helmet. Not exactly planned this way when he bought them, but sometimes things just work out in your favor.

The trio were walking in the same direction he was, which gave him an even greater advantage. He brandished his hatchet and quietly made his way behind them. Wasting no time, he swung his hatchet at the nearest one, embedding it into the back of the monster's skull. It fell and, before he could pull the hatchet out of it, the other two had turned and were after him. Without much hesitation, he planted a strong side kick into the nearest one's chest, sending it toppling to the earth.

Will turned to the third and sent another powerful kick to its left shin, breaking both the tibia and fibula in the leg with a horrible snap, rendering the leg useless and making it near impossible for it to walk. With the two remaining amblers incapacitated for the moment, he had enough time to retrieve the hatchet.

By now, the second one was back up and after him again. It lunged at him, but he stepped to the side, dodging the attack. Before the ambler could recover and turn back around, Will had spun in the opposite direction and buried the hatchet into its temple. The creature collapsed like a bag of bricks, dead - again.

Meanwhile, the ambler with the useless leg had tried several times to stand up, only to collapse each time. It was funny to watch. It was like something out of one of those old slapstick films, where the guy falls over and keeps trying to get up, only to trip over anything and everything.

Will laughed, "Not so tough now, are you?" He planted a kick into its chest and it fell. In a moment, he was on top of it. It struggled against him, but Will was strong - strong enough to pin down living people before all of this went down. With a grunt, he brought the hatchet down into the front portion of the ambler's skull, splattering blood over the visor of his helmet. Oh well, that's why it was there.

Standing up, he wiped at the blood with his sleeve, doing little more than smear it. He'd have to find a stream or something and rinse it off when he got a chance. Will then looked around, his chest rising and falling steadily with his exertion. One good thing about this apocalypse; he kept in shape, fighting, running, and killing these things. Underneath the protection of his helmet, he smiled, but only briefly. He'd seen a lot of death in the six months since the outbreak. By now, it was the little things that kept him going.

As he made his way further through the woods, a strange scent caught his nose, even through his helmet. It was strong, but it wasn't the constantly pervasive smell of death and putrefaction, but... vinegar? That had to mean a person was close by. The dead could smell the living, and it seemed like a good way to throw them off.

But, this person wasn't necessarily friendly. Will decided to forgo his use of the hatchet and drew his pistol in case he had use of it. As he explored further, he came across what looked like a small natural cave. However, caution overtook him and he simply stood to the side of the entrance of the cave. If someone was inside and had heard him, it would have to be their choice to come out and investigate. There was no way he was going inside that small of a space with an unknown in there.

Noah Winters

Noah watched the girl go down into the basement. He really didn't blame her, of course. Hiding out, especially now that it was getting dark seemed like the best idea, but this guy wasn't having any of it. She was probably safe enough, though. He followed the large man out the door soon after. The night air felt good on his exposed arms, and he sighed wistfully, remembering his times outside at night with Grace.

Every once in a while, the two of them would go outside, climb on top of the roof and just watch the stars and the sea from their house. Nights where it was clear and the moon shone out over the water were the most beautiful. That seemed so long ago. More than just a few years ago, anyway.

The man's voice jarred him back to reality.

Great. This guy wants me to use the gun?

It wasn't that he didn't know how, but there were plenty of other, better shots out there. Regardless, Noah set the bat down and drew out his pistol. With the safety off, he squeezed off six rounds, putting down four of the remaining amblers. Quickly, the safety went back on and he tucked the gun back away and picked the bat back up. He took a running swing at one, striking its head and caving its skull in. The final one was knocked over by a blow to its shoulder. Noah proceeded to bring his bat down onto its head over and over until there was nothing left but a stump and a large red stain on the pavement below where its head had been.

"Whew!" Noah chuckled, "That was therapeutic."

And revenge. These sons-of-bitches killed Grace.

A bottle of water was tossed his way. He almost dropped it, not expecting it, but held on. Then did as was suggested and took the gun off of the policeman. Briefly, he took the time to unload the magazine, then put it and the gun into his backpack before he got ready to move on.

The guy now wanted to know if he had a place to stay. Noah was hesitant. He did, but he didn't really want to reveal it to someone he'd just met. Sooner or later, he'd have to trust someone, though. Right? But, he didn't have a lot of time to make up his mind on whether to tell him or not. Surely, the dead were on their way to them now.

"Uh. Yeah, actually. Follow me."

He prayed silently to whatever God there may or may not have been that this wouldn't come back to bite him in the ass. He led the way, taking care to avoid what confrontations with the dead he could. As they got closer to their destination, the number of walking dead became smaller and smaller until it was virtually none. In a short time, they arrived to the apartment building Noah called home and then up the stairs to his building.

Noah dug through his pocket and found the key to unlock the door. The apartment was dark, but it was almost always like that when he returned to it nearly every night. Everything was always in one place, and he'd memorized the layout in the time since he'd really started to take this thing seriously.

He found a matchbook and lit some candles. Enough to see around the place. It was sparse, save for a considerable haul of food and supplies in the kitchen. Over the months since he'd begun scavenging, he'd found a lot; enough for him to survive for a long time if he ever found himself trapped in the apartment. In fact, if he wanted to, he could just stay inside and not go out again for a while. But, that wasn't smart management of food. Besides, he still had something outside to look for.

There was a bedroom in the apartment, but Noah had taken to sleeping in a sleeping bag not far from a sliding glass door that led to a balcony. It was his emergency exit in case he couldn't get out the front door. Of course, he didn't actually sleep well at all, but he felt safer.

"Well," he sighed, "Home sweet home."

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Character Portrait: Zaila Korbeil Character Portrait: Zalt Fox Character Portrait: Noah Winters

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Zalt followed Noah to his house. The man seemed to be careful, which was a good trait. Zalt looked around a bit and found a good place to sleep. Noah seemed like an okay guy, and Zalt would need the help. "Home sweet home" Noah said as he situated himself. "Not bad." Zalt said as he placed his things on a mat that was on the floor. "Thanks by the way. Tommorow morning ill wake up and Check on the girl, Ill be back before you're up and we can leave to the Police station... Or find someone to join us." Zalt turned in place and drifted to sleep.

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It was probably an army habit, but Zalt woke with the rising sun. Most people will sleep by this time, but not Zalt. He will be up and running. At an instant he awoke, the sun was just starting to come up. Noah was still sleeping and Zalt didn't want to disturb him. He grabbed his machete and quietly left the place. He didn't need anymore, he just wanted to check that the girl is alive, and hopefully find someone. First thing's first, the girl. Zalt left the house he had just slept in and started to walk towards the abondend house where the girl was sleeping. If she isn't dead he would be able to escort her to wherever she takes shelter, regardless though, he felt like it was his duty to make sure she was alive... or dead. The amblers seemed to be idle, it was early, the streets were nearly empty. Zalt turned a few corners and saw no one. Anyone who was alive and functioning would be able to see Zalt, a guy his size walking in an empty street wouldn't be an easy thing to miss. Zalt finally arrived at the house, he took care to check all the corners to see if there were any amblers, luckily enough there weren't. The house was well lit up, the sun was shining and lighting the way. He opened the basement door and made his was down. For a basement, it was fairly lit, he could see almost everything. He sighed in relief, the girl was alive, and sleeping. He let out a sigh, it would be a little while before she awoke so he went back upstairs. He needed something to eat, a fish or maybe a rabbit, but he would deal with that after he knew everyone was safe. He took another quick inspection of the house and proceeded downstairs. The house wasn't defensible at all, actually if a zombie wanted too, it would just have to walk right through any broken wall or the back door. She had to get out of here. He approached carefully and spoke softly not to startle her. "Hey wake up. You have to go."

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Noah Winters

Noah set his bat and his gun down where they'd been when he left earlier that day and tossed off his backpack, letting it sit next to his sleeping bag. He unzipped the bag and searched through it to find his journal and his pen. Returning to the page he was last at, he began to write of the events of the days before.

Went back to the old house again today. Killed a crawler that was outside the house, but it wasn't Grace or Emily. When I went inside and saw all the clothes thrown around, I realized that Grace hadn't packed her things. Grace is dead, and she's been dead for a long time. But, Emily might still be alive. I have to find her at any cost.

I also found two people. Alive. A man and a girl. The girl stayed where she was, but the man came with me. I don't know if it was the right choice. I don't know if I can trust him. He wants to go to the police station. I'm not sure I can do that. I have to look for my daughter. Going to the police station may get me killed. I don't know if I can take the risk. What do I do?


Once he'd finished, he put the journal and the pen back into his bag, then rolled over onto his side, but he didn't fall asleep. At least not right away. He still didn't know if he could trust the man he'd let into his house. After a while, he came to the conclusion that he was probably going to be okay and allowed himself to fall into a slumber.

In his dreams, he was alone, walking through the woods. Up ahead, he saw a small person wearing a pink backpack just like Emily's. The figure wasn't moving.

He smiled and began running to the figure. When he got closer, he called to her, "Emily! Thank God!" But, when she turned, he realized the mistake he'd made. The girl who Noah used to call his daughter snarled. Her eyes were sunken, bloodshot, and cataracted. The skin on her face was pale and rotting, and there was blood in her mouth.

Noah woke up with a start.

It was just a dream. She could still be alive. Maybe she found someone that can look out for her.

From then on, he couldn't get back to sleep, no matter how he tried. Shortly after, he heard movement come from the other man, and he snapped his eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. Once the man had gone, Noah clambered out of his sleeping bag and raced around his apartment, gathering what he can, in preparation to leave before the man came back.

What am I doing? I can't just leave. Can I?

He began pacing back and forth restlessly. What was he going to do? If he stayed and waited for the man, he was going to get pulled into something that had a high chance of death. If he left, he was condemning the man. Sure, he could handle himself, but if the police station was overrun, then he could be getting the man killed.

Finally, he decided to stay where he was until the man returned. It would be then that he was going to tell him that he couldn't go along with him. He'd given the man shelter for the night. His conscience was clear.

That was that.

Will Moon

Will pushed himself out of the cave and into the cool morning air and surveyed the area. A sigh escaped him as he rolled his neck and stretched. The human body wasn't meant to sleep sitting up in a cave. Thankfully, his regular stretching kept him loose enough to keep it from being much of a problem.

The immediate area was empty for the moment, though he didn't think Tara would be gone much longer. Sure enough, not moments after the thought crossed his mind, Tara returned with her dog close by. At the time of her return, Will was sitting on the ground, one leg extended outwards, and he was reaching with his arm, extended past the toes of shoes.

He looked up and offered a smile, "Keeps you loose. The last thing you want when running from these things is to pull a muscle." Then, he switched legs and reached again. In his brief glance over, he noted her features more carefully. It was easier in the morning light.

Not bad.

She was pretty, that was obvious, and a little bit younger than he was, like he'd guessed. She reminded him of one of the actresses he'd worked with on an earlier movie. Idly, he wondered where she was now, or if she was even alive. It was unlikely he'd ever find out, one way or another.

He stood up and surveyed the surrounding area once again. Never could be too cautious with the dead roaming around, hungry for your flesh. When he was sure things were safe for the moment, he turned back towards Tara.

"Are you from around here originally?" He was curious about her. Maybe more curious than he ought to be, considering, as far as he knew, they were still planning on parting ways soon. It sounded as if she might have had problems with other people before, so he wasn't going to count on her having a sudden change of heart now. Of course, if she did, he probably wouldn't object. She was the first person he'd really talked to in a long time. Her dog probably wouldn't be too happy about that. Inwardly, he chuckled at the thought, but showed nothing of it outwardly except a faint twitch at the corner of his lips.

Will thought about asking for his weapons back, but refrained. There wasn't a need. Not yet. But, of course, that could change at any moment.

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Madi was hidden in the basement of the Collins house, so hidden, well, if you didn't know there was a door there, you never would. The room she occupied had walls lined with food, there was a gun safe off in one corner and a few scattered crates of food and water laying around as well. There was once several lights in the room, but now there was only one that still worked, providing a small amount of light to the room. Madi was curled up in a little ball, clutching one of the blankets to her frail, malnourished body. Surrounded by food, but unable to get into the cans was the torment that haunted her during her waking hours.

Madison slept strange hours due to the lack of sunlight in the room, days ran together here, but it wasn't like she could tell them apart before though. She heard the monsters during the day, but at night, her dreams dove into the pits of hell and put images to the sounds. They were truly terrifying, despite what form they took, and if Madi ever made it out of that room she would learn that her imagination held no candle to the monsters that had taken her parents from her......but that was something else she didn't know. Her parents had become the monsters themselves.

Madi heard a sound outside her sanctuary, something was in her house. She had no idea if it was more monsters or her parents coming to save her, but as a precaution she moved a crate over to the back of the door, then stacked another on top. Obviously they weren't heavy, but they'd stopped monsters before, if it were her parents returning they wouldn't have an issue moving the crates. She was shaking by the time she had finished stacking the crate on top of the other, from fear as well as exhaustion. Like she'd done many times before she crawled over to the gun safe and wrapped her dirty arms around her frail legs, placing her forehead on her knees, she began to cry......calling out for her mother and father, as well as Huga, and hoping they would have come back for her.

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Zaila Korbeil

Zaila was curled up in a ball in the chair, a blanket was around her keeping her somewhat warm. Her dreams were plagued with images of amblers, cralwers, her sister, her parents. It was dreams that turned into nightmares. She awoke suddenly, a small scream escaped her throat as she saw a tall figure was standing in front of her. After a moment she noticed it was the guy from before, he was telling her that she had to go, shaking her head she stood up and stretched her arms as she listened to see if there was any movement up above.

"I don't hear any zombies upstairs, why do I have to get up" she wasn't one to usually put up an attitude but she really didn't like how this guy felt he had to watch over hee. "Look, I am fine, I have survived this long so I must be doing something right" she stood up and folded the blanket, thats when she heard a sound coming from the otherside of the basement. She looked at the guy and brought her finger to her mouth as she was telling the guy to be quiet. She took out her axe and walked ovee to the otherside of the basement where she found another door.

She tried opening it but there was something blocking the door on the otherside, she heard a muffled voice crying and saying something. "Hey were not here to hurt you" she pushed at the door and it opened up a crack. She peeked inside and tried to open up the door more "I just want to help" she took out her flashlight from her bag and flashed it inside the room. She stopped the light as she saw the tiny figure of a little girl "sweetie, its Zaila from down the street" she took out the bear from her bag and heald it out to her "is this yours?"

She looked over to the guy "hey can you open this door, theres a girl in here" it was less of a question and more of a statement. She just wanted to get this giel out of the room, she wondered how long the girl was stuck in the room.

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Zalt stood for a moment looking around the basement, it has been completely ransacked. Oh well, the girl woke up with a light scream. Zalt sighed as she shook her head at him. Girls her age can be so naiive somtimes. "I don't hear any zombies upstairs, why do I have to get up" before Zalt spoke she continued, "Look, I am fine, I have survived this long so I must be doing something right". Zalt shook his head, "Listen, I'm just trying to help. This house is not close to being dfensible, there are holes in the walls and the doors can be swung open, the only way out of the basement is up. Then we can see how much right you can do with Zombies swarming you."

Before anything else he heard a cry, it came from a wall in the basement. Zalt was just about to pull out his machete, but... Zombies don't cry. He relaxed a bit. There's a little girl here?! . The irl from before went up to a door which was hidden fairly well, she tried to pry open the door but without success. Zalt chuckled a little bit "You want me to not help out yet you can't even open a door." He meant no offense, alas he was just teasing the girl. She couldn't be older then 18, typical to think that their so independent.

Zalt looked through the hole to see a terrified child, she was young, too young to be here all by herself. How long was she there for? The girl handed the child a bear which seemed to have done good. Zalt squeezed out a smile and approached the door. "Let her come down before we bust the door open." Zalt went over to the crack and leaned over. He managed to pull a goofy face so that the older girl wouldn't see, he then gave the child a warm smile. "Hey listen, were gonna get you out of there okay? Don't get scared the door might make a noise. Step back" Zalt stood and grabbed the handle. "Watch out." He grabbed the handle and at first gave it a light push, he didn't want to make much noise but he needed more power. He sighed and forced the door open. It made a fairly loud noise as it burst open, whatever was holding it snapped or flew off. He went into a crouch and tried not to be intimidating, "We won't hurt you."

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Character Portrait: Madison Collins Character Portrait: Zaila Korbeil Character Portrait: Zalt Fox

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When the door opened up a crack, Madi looked up, fear written all over her face as anticipation of seeing her parents lit up her eyes, was it a monster? Or her parents coming back? When Zaila poked her head through the door, Madi smiled, she recognized the older girl from down the road, she was one half of the win set, but Madi liked this one better, the other one was weird sometimes. When Zizi, Madi's nickname for her, held out Huga, whatever energy was left in the small girls body ran to embrace the bear "Huga Huga Huga Huga!!!!!!!! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII miiiiiiisssssssssseeeeedddddddddd yyyyyoooooouuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssss" The girl had raised her voice beyond what was considered safe for this day and age, but she couldn't help it. It had been months since she had held her bear, and she wasn't going to let her go again. Never Ever!!!!

Madi crawled back to her makeshift bed and hugged Huga. She wasn't sure of the man yet, but since Zizi had given her back her bear, she would follow her anywhere. When she was asked to step back, though, she did as she was told, surprised that her little rig was so strong, and after it was knocked down it revealed the girl in the full light of the flashlight. She was scrawny and malnourished, but then again, who wasn't in these times? She was covered from head to toe in dirt and dust from the dirty basement floor. Looking around the room showed shelf upon shelf of canned foods and a few water bottles, there were several wrappers lying on the ground where the girl had tried to keep herself alive and stave off the horrible pains of hunger, and in the corner was every survivors wish.....a gun safe.

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Character Portrait: Madison Collins Character Portrait: Zaila Korbeil Character Portrait: Zalt Fox

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Zalt looked at the girl who seemed to be battered up, but his mind retracted to something else. In the corner there was a safe, full of weapons and ammo, everything a scavenger could ever wish for. Since the girl kept on being stubborn Zalt gave up. "Alright, I won't escort you if you are so sure of yourself. The safe can be parted between us. He was off, a weird feeling crept up on him. What if the two girls die on their way home? Zalt shrugged. "Never mind that, Once you are off my hands my mind can be cleared, so Ill take you guys home anyway." Zalt shook his head. Why am I like this?... Zalt couldve just taken the weapons and ran, but he would never do that. The safe was locked and he was sure the girl knew the combination. He crouched next to her once more, "Hey you think you can open that safe?"

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Character Portrait: Adelaide Korbeil Character Portrait: Madison Collins Character Portrait: Zaila Korbeil Character Portrait: Zalt Fox Character Portrait: Levy Carter

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Zaila Korbeil
Zaila was getting impatient, the young girl was not talking and she had to get home. Looking to the guy then to the gun cabinet "I think my dad used to have a pair of bolt cutters in our garage, you wait here and ill go get them. My house is just down the street, not that far away. Ill be back in less then a half hour okay? Just watch her" she motioned to the girl. She then got up and headed upstaira before the guy could protest. She knew he was just trying to look out for them but Maddi was more important then her.

She walked out of the house and headed back to her house, she crossed the street then took a left down her road. It was getting dark, they didn't have much time left in the day to get too much more done. She should of just took Maddi back to her house then dealt with the other things tomorrow but it was too late now. She wondered how Addi was doing and if she got any good fish too cook up.

Zaila wasn't paying attention as she got lost in thought, she was right hear her house when she felt something bite in her leg. She let out a scream, looking down to see that a crawlwr has bitten her. She scrambled to get her axe but it dropped as another set of hands grabbed onto her "No..no.no...Help!" She yelled but it was no use, the only thing her yelling did was attract more of the zombies. She felt herself falling, she needed Addi, she punched out at one of the Amblers head just as she hit the ground.

Reaching for the walkie from her belt she spoke quickly "Addi, I need help, in front of the house. Im bitten.." She was going to say more but another ambler bit down on her arm. She was being swarmed but the dead and soon she would be one of them, she didn't even know she was yelling. The pain was just too much, she closed her eyes hoping this would all go away. They were scratching and biting at her, taking more of her flesh away. Then everything just faded to black.

Adelaide Korbeil
Adelaide looked over to Levy who was now laying on a boulder near the water, she couldn't help but watch as the older girl reached down and picked out a fish like it was the easiest thing in the world "holy shit, think you could teach me that sometime?". She grinned then looked down at the stream, fish were swimming around her legs and at the right might moment she struck down her sharp stick. When she brough the stick up a good size fish, looking over to Levy she saw the girl stab the fish she caught.

"I used to be a vegetarian" she heard Levy say, it made her think of the things she used to do before everything went to shit "all the things we used to be or do, it all doesn't matter anymore huh? Nothing matters really except having to fight each day to stay alive". Shrugging her shoulders she went back to catching fish.

A half hour later Adelaide caught eight fish, all of them lying on the bank near the stream. She was sweaty and hot, looking up past the trees she saw that it was getting darker out "we should think about heading back soon, won't be good to stay out in the dark" she said looking over to Levy. "I think we have enough fish to last us a few days".

She walked over to to the bank, stepping out of the water she sat down on the ground and put her boots back on "your definately going to have to teach me that catching fish thing, you have very quick hands" she laughed, finishing tying up her boots. As she gathered the fish she heard her walkie go off, she took it out and turned it up just a bite. It was crackly and hard to decipher what was being said but she could understand a few things Addie.....house...help... that was all that was said. "Fuck Zaila".

Adelaide quickly got the fish in her bag, looking over to Levy "I think my sisters in trouble, I have to go see if I can help her. I understand if you may want to stay behind. Who knows what Ill be walking into but I made a pact with my sister. If one of us were to be bitten or anything we promised to end it for each other. I know I would want to be killed if I was going to be changed into one of those monsters and she agrees. She wouldn't want to harm anyone". She stood up, looking at Levy "but if you do come I would appreciate it, you don't even know".

Whatever answer Levy gave her she supported and headed back towards her house, she ran most of the way hoping she would get there in time but she had a really bad feeling inside her gut that this night wasn't going to go according to plan. As she got closer to her street she was afraid to go around the corner, she could hear the noises of the dead and it made her feal sick to her stomach that Zaila may be in the middle of a horde. But she had to do it, she had to for her twin.

As she went around the corner she saw about seven of the amblers crouched down, feeding. Her eyes went wide at what she saw, she couldn't help the rage she was feeling as she ran towards the dead. She pulled her hitam out, one of the amblers lookwd right at her when she sliced through its neck. She went wild as she continued to slice and dice through the zombies that were feeding off her sister, she didn't even notice that she was crying. It was over for her sister, she no longer had any family left.