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Dillon Carth Ruso

"Just keep walking."

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a character in “The Broadcast”, as played by Shadow44499

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Full Name: Dillon Carth Ruso

Nickname: Private Twitch, due to the twitch in his right eye during times of stress, and/or anger.

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Role: Non-immune.

Personality

Well, there isn't much to tell about me. I'm human, of course. 5'11" In height, used to be made fun of by my cousins for being shorter than them. I weigh 155 pounds. Other than that I was raised with just my mom in Denver, Colorado. No brothers and no sisters. During school I was the good boy, did everything I was told, good grades, baseball player, etc. Still like that, you always have to follow the rules, or you get killed, when all this happened. It was just a new set of rules to follow. As I grew older I find a liking technical repairs and such, logics interested me. Especially when applied to metal and gears. I wanted to be mechanic were grew up. If you want to know, I have never been married, nor have I even dated, kissed, or anything else with another person, never had the time.

It surprised everyone when I enlisted at 17, since I was still the good boy, soft, sweet, gentle, spending most of my time locked in the garage fixing stuff. I guess I just wanted to be the big man for once, to be in charge. During training I began to change, I grew more gruff when needed, harder and all that good stuff. Using my intelligence to survive didn't work out very well, so I began to use cunning too. Which, eh, it worked out. I was never the rifleman, nor the medic, instead when I was offered I jumped at the chance to be a Combat Engineer. During my first and only tour overseas, I became protective, watching over my fellow troops. Wanting to make sure they always got out alive. I worked hard too, whenever I had spare time I worked on fixing things other than just lounging out around base. I like to fix things. Calms my mind.

Then this mess happened, we were called back to the states. Said we needed to hold set lines, I was put to work repairing and re-outfitting heavy vehicles. Then we were set in, told to set up a base camp in a small town, around 60 miles east of Milwaukee. We arrived at the town with little difficulty, then all hell broke lose, on main street we were swarmed. The dead yanking the men I called my brothers out of vehicles and eating them, fighting was useless. I ran. That day I ran, but watching the men get torn apart did that too me. In this world.... Everything is out to get you, you have to be paranoid. So I became paranoid, nervous, jumpy. Its how I survived, you know. The little grasshopper normally always gets away. Hehe. In short, I'm the kind of guy who likes to help people, who wants to fight till the end, carry on, no matter what I need to do. I like people, they just tend to be a liability unless they are soldiers like me. I'm loyal, the army made damn sure of that. And I always get the job done.

Equipment

ImageImageWell, I carry everything an Engineer would need in the heat of a battle, my tool kit, which is assorted wenches, screwdrivers, etc etc. As well as the fireman's best friend "The Jaws of Life." A few MRE's. My hatchet, literally my best friend. Used it on tour, use it now. Just for different purposes. have also picked up a few other things, a few magazines. Need something to talk to. A survival kit, with extra rope and matches, and an atlas. Also in my bag is my radio, and a couple cans of beans. Mmmm, beans. I wear my full military gear, gas mask added by the army before they sent us out to slay some walkers. The Kevlar as proved lifesaving on a couple engagements, they seem to have trouble getting to my skin. I hate this gas mask though....


Then you have my guns, a standard issue Beretta, a scavenged .44 Magnum revolver, and my baby my Spas-12 shotgun. Have around forty slugs left for her, 20 for the revolver, ran out of pistol ammo my first day on the run.

Skills: I'm a Combat Engineer, I know how to fight with a gun. But mainly I'm good at repairing things quickly and efficiently, vehicles, guns, cannons, name it, I bet I can fix it, or eventually figure out how to. I can also reinforce positions, entrench myself, etc. Added onto that I have the standard need to know life skills that everyone should have. I'm also good at chess, if I can ever play it again.

History

Well, I haven't much left to tell you. I guess I was sitting around fixing a HumV when an order came to pack up, we were all going home. Was happy at first, then on our back we were briefed about what was going on... It was horrible. Now I'm just a damned soul, another lost soldier without a cause, all my friends gone, my home miles away, wandering the wastelands trying to keep alive, which I doubt anyone will live much longer.

So begins...

Dillon Carth Ruso's Story

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Sydney tinkered with his C.B radio while walking along a road, keeping his peripheral vision in tune with his surroundings. "Damn, still no signal..." he murmured to himself. He had heard gunshots recently and humming of what he hoped was some kind of civilian rescue vehicle in the distance, but he hadn't seen anything...for better or for worse. The last time he had contact with someone, that 'someone' was covered in gore and trying to kill him. That someone must have been infected with the 84k... he had thought this to himself time and again but was just shaken from the whole broadcast and all this new danger that had just suddenly penetrated America that he just wasn't sure what to think about anything anymore. He just needed more closure on the whole situation, he would tell himself. As far he knew, he was the only one alive other the folk in Dellwood... but that didn't add up either. He was sure that there had to be other non infected people out there, like people with a natural immunity to the infection.

More than anything else, he was very thankful that he hadn't come in any physical contact with an infected. The one that had tried killing him had tripped over a protruding floor-board while charging at him in his own home...he had been meaning to fix that floor-board, it was a good thing he hadn't gotten around to it. The clumsy thing was dazed and had given him enough time to grab a nearby potted plant and smash it against the infected man's head. He had re-potted the plant in a spare pot, gathered as much survival gear that he could within 20 minutes and left in a hurry. He didn't have to think long to decide to head down to Dellwood as fast as he could. With no family to look after and chaos running around the streets of his neighborhood, he just had to trust that his friends were looking after themselves. It was a cowardly decision, and it plagued him with regret now that he looked back at making it. He was too startled at the whole situation to think about it till now, walking alone on an empty road. Well, empty aside from the occasional corpse...

He still had 4 more days worth of food, he had made his 1st day's worth of food last a few days instead one by only eating one meal a day: A simple but effective and low-risk energy saving trick that he had learned in Antarctica. As he kept walking along the road, he decided to give up trying the C.B radio for now. He stopped and put the radio back in his pack. Sliding the pack back on, he continued walking, scanning the area for other non infected like himself. He kept his left hand ready to thrust out his handgun at any moment in preparation for another infected or anything else unwanted that might come his way. He didn't want to use his flare gun yet, he needed more an emergency to use that, being alone was fine for him, he would start thinking about using his flare gun if he was being chased by multiple infected while alone. No need to cause a commotion with a flare yet, he would surely find others non infected in a more mellow way...he hoped.

A figure very far away in the distance interrupted his thoughts. It didn't seem to be shambling or sprinting, it seemed to be walking as normal as he was. Best not to startle whatever it is though he thought to himself cautiously, just keep walking this steady pace till you can get a closer look he told himself inside his head. Getting closer and closer he could make out a man in what seemed like it maybe could be an army uniform, military?! he thought, but he only saw one man, he thought it might be a scout, but he really wasn't sure. He hesitated but he decided to go with his gut instinct and wave his arms in order to signal that he was friendly and waited for a response.

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Dillon spotted a movement from the corner of his eye, it made him jump and reel around, shotgun aimed at it. When he noticed waving arms he lowed the weapon and jogged at brisk pace toward the figure, hoping it wouldn't try to eat him, shoot him, or run from him. He got around fifteen feet from the man and raised his shotgun again, deciding to follow the procedure with survivors he had been taught. "Hands in the air! Hands the air! And don't move!" He then edged forward slightly, heart pounding and mind racing. Hoping this person still respected law enough to listen.

He could hear the heavy re-breather of his mask and it made his right eye twitch. Eyes zoned on the other human's. Everything abut Dillon was a defensive posture, trying to make it seem as simple as possible that he was only defending himself. "On the ground!" He ordered next, still follow procedure. His arm towards the man would prove he wasn't a scout if the man had any knowledge of military symbols, upon the shoulder was the standard U.S army Private insignia but below that was the Red Castle, the insignia of the U.S Army Combat Engineers. And what platoon leader would send a Engineer scouting.

He edged forward again though saying next, "I'm not here to hurt you, but are you infected, had any contact with said infected, or human life with signs of infection?" He asked the questions in a monotonic, systematic voice, deepened and distorted slightly by the bulky gas mask adorning his face. His gun was slowly lowering. Another sign he meant no harm to the human being that stood before him, Dillon in truth hated treating people like this, pretending everyone could be evil. But protocol was protocol, right?

The soldier merely waited, hoping the orders would be followed. Part of platoon's mission was to expect and guard survivors if situations like this occurred. And Dillon of course was still enthusiastic about the completion of his mission. This would be redemption, give him a purpose for what happened when he deserted his platoon to the living dead in the middle of a feeding frenzy. He just listened to the breathe of his mask, praying that that would indeed happen. Praying that infact this person would be friendly.

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Startled, Sydney followed the man's orders. After all, the man did have a very intimidating shotgun pointed right at his chest. Sydney slowly lowered himself to his knees and raised his hands up to she sky. Guess I should have expected that reaction from a soldier he thought to himself. Sydney could catch the slightest hint nervousness from the soldier, and that perhaps he didn't plan on shooting. Regardless, the military man had his gun out and Sydney did not, so he followed the mans orders with hopes that he was not some sort of corrupt soldier looking for civilians to prey off of. As the armed soldier came closer, Sydney noted the patch on his shoulder that man was surely trying show him. A red castle. He thought it looked familiar, but he couldn't think of what the symbol stood for.

He thought about this more as the man drew in even closer. "I'm not here to hurt you, but are you infected, had any contact with said infected, or human life with signs of infection?" the soldier asked the questions in a monotonic, systematic voice, deepened and distorted slightly by the bulky gas mask adorning his face. His gun was slowly lowering. Sydney responded immediately and slightly relieved that he had said he meant no harm, though Sydney was still nervous.
"N-no sir, I've been on the road for a few days now. Left from my home as soon as I could, I've luckily managed to go unnoticed thus far" Sydney cleared his throat, waiting for what would happen next.

Surely the man meant what he said, Sydney kept reassuring himself. Thoughts raced around his head. Worry, fear, excitement, and hopefulness all swirled around each other in his thoughts. He hated being in situations like this, where his life relied entirely on one man's decision. He tried looking as calm as he could though.

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Dillon gave a curt nod before circling the man slowly, looking him and up down for wounds, bites or scratches. When he was satisfied, he gave another nod. "All clear." He said aloud and then lowered the gun he wielded into one hand and offered the other to the man to help him up. "Private Dillon Ruso, U.S Army Engineer, I was assigned to the 54th Armored division, we were trying to help survivors." He added an extra sense of importance the word, were. His hand shaking slightly. "Sorry for the roughness... Protocol." He chuckled and then looked around before back to the man. Thank the lord, a person who isn't insane. That was the first thought that crossed his mind. "May I have your name?" Was his next question. The mask still making his voice deeper than it should have but he was no longer speaking the manner he was, he was now being outspoken and friendly, assured that the man was uninfected and only know lower his stance that a measure of nervousness and caution could be seen. His eyes mere shadows behind the mask and unreadable though, staring straight into the other human's trying to read them for any more hints if he could.

"It is good to see someone else." He murmured after the man's second commit. Then spoke again. "And its lucky any human has made it this far, we just have to keep walking." Yeah that was it, keep walking. Its what he had been telling himself since abandoned his platoon. Keep walking, it was symbolic to him, meaning to keep alive and stand strong, not letting the weight of this shambled earth drag you down and pin you for the undead as a easy snack. He was also smiling under the mask, happy, it was actually good to be interacting with another human. Hmm, he never knew he liked socialization so much till now, but ahh back to the mission or survival. "I'm going to try to get you to Dellwood alive if you'll accept my aid." He was basically asking if this man wanted to join him, after all survival was much better in a group. Just like missions back on tour, stay in a group you'd normally live and that is what he was going for here. Hoping that this man would agree, making it easier for both of them to fight these cursed times.

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Sydney let out a heavy sight of relief as the man gave the 'All clear'. Relaxing his muscles and dropping his hands, he rolled his neck a little to get the stiffness of the previous nervousness out. He assumed since the man was offering his hand and had been so cautious to see if Sydney was infected that he himself was not infected and so he gratefully took the man's hand to stand back up, listening to what he had to say.

The man referred to himself as 'Private Dillon Ruso' apparently apart of some kind of Military Engineer division. My C.B radio! maybe he could fix it! Sydney thought to himself in excitement as Dillon continued introducing himself. The whole situation had turned around in the blink of an eye, for that he was grateful. Although he wondered how long this would last.

Dillon mentioned that his division was trying to help survivors and that he was sorry for the roughness but that it was protocol. This was well and good especially since he had changed his tone and manner into something more friendly. He then asked for Sydney's name. "Sure thing private, name's Sydney. Sydney Earl Adams, or Dr. Adams if you like. I'm a scientist for research in Antarctica, glad to make your acquaintance" Sydney grinned while brushing the dirt from the road off of his coat.

"It is good to see someone else." Dillon murmured after the Sydney's second commit. Then spoke again. "And its lucky any human has made it this far, we just have to keep walking." Dillon paused and then added "I'm going to try to get you to Dellwood alive if you'll accept my aid."

"It is pretty bad out here. I just stuck to this road, happy I finally found someone else still walking without foam and blood spurting from their mouths..." Sydney gazed downwards, sighing. "I'd be happy to take your aid, if you'll take mine, I'm feeling that we can both benefit in from helping each other in this situation, regardless...it's got to be better than getting to Dellwood alone, I can't imagine my luck or skill would have carried me much further than outside Milwaukee."

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Rohan & Katie Clarke
Milwaukee, WI


The gunshot echoed of the walls, deafeningly loud. With a sob of despair, Rohan cradled his wife’s lifeless body in his arms and let the pistol clatter to the floor.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, kissing her gently on her bloodied forehead, then on her swollen belly. The life slipped slowly from her body. Prying the gold wedding band off her clammy fingers, he threaded it onto the silver cord around his neck with shaking hands. Katie had appeared at the doorway, silent as a ghost. There was no time to grieve now. “Do you understand why I had to do it?” he asked her.

“Because Mom would have turned into a walker,” she replied.

“Don’t say that,” Rohan hissed, “she was sick.”

Katie hung her head. Her backpack felt heavy in her hand, filled to bursting with the supplies she had been told to gather. It had been packed for days, ready to leave for Dellwood any moment, but her mother’s condition had only worsened and they never left. They had to leave now. They had no choice – the gunshot would bring every walker within in a hundred miles down on their heads. She glanced around the room nervously. It was the smallest bedroom in their apartment, and it stunk – god, it stunk, - like foul decay and rotting fish.

“Don’t come in here,” Rohan warned. He wanted there to be no chance of Katie getting sick. “We have to leave now.” He warranted himself one last look at his wife, her body arranged in her bed so she appeared to sleep peacefully. There was nothing peaceful about the way she died, though the pretence allowed him some small comfort. They left the apartment swiftly after that, leaving their one last safe haven where life had once seemed so perfect.

Gunfire shot through the air, and close-by too. The roar of an engine followed. Rohan cocked his head to listen and forced Katie down into an alleyway. Her face lit up. “People!” she exclaimed. “Maybe they can help us.”

“I don’t think anybody helps anybody anymore,” Rohan said mournfully. Loaded pistol in one hand and Katie’s small hands clenched in the other, they advanced down the alleyway and stumbled across street littered with bodies and a horde of infected. Rohan was familiar with this street; it was home to a bar he once frequented, owned by Jack, a man who had always shown him kindness. But there was no way to get there now, not without facing down the infected. The image of his wife’s cold body flashed before his eyes briefly, and left a bitter feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He shook his head. Further down the street, he knew his motorbike was parked. It didn’t have a full tank of gas and it wouldn’t take them far, but anywhere was better than nowhere. Katie was happy to see the bike; she had always loved riding it. When Rohan sat her on the back of it and gave her the shotgun to hold – it was empty, there was so way she could hurt herself with it, - she couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

The motorbike took them out to the highway before it sputtered, hissed and broke down. “Not as far as I would’ve hoped,” Rohan sighed. They would have to walk from here. Shielding his eyes with his hand, he gazed out across the desolate highway and spied two figures in the distance.

“They don’t look like walkers,” Katie remarked, following her father’s line of sight.

“Doesn’t mean that they’re not infected,” he said. “They could have seen us by now. We have to be careful.”

He clicked the safety off the gun and closed in on them.

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"Nice to meet you Dr. Adams." He turned and looked into the distance, spotting something but shaking his head. Reasoning it was his mind probably playing tricks on him. He then just passed it through his mind that this man was a scientist and from Antarctica! This Dr. Adams must be out of his element, he reasoned next and then looked at him, nodding. "Your the first person I've seen in days... Other than the ones that tried eating me. And I'd gladly accept your aid in turn, soldiers work in groups." He chuckled and then turned around looking around. "Its worse south, St. Louis, Chicago, Memphis... Imagine what those massive cities look like. And the worst part is either way you go, they are in the way to Florida on both major travel ways." He turned back around shaking his head.

Slugging his shotgun onto his shoulder, holding it by the butt of the weapon. He waited there for a bit before looking off into the distance and squinting, again thinking he saw a human's shape but passing it off as nothing. "I've been holed down in a house up in the woods a couple miles off. The rest of my heavier tools are there, I was trying to fix a truck but I can't find the parts. He scowled under the mask. "I need to grab those tools before I can move on." He told Sydney. "My map is there too. Plus you look like hell, you should rest. Follow me?" He asked and walked a bit further off the highway, but towards the two figures he thought he saw. Before turning around for a second watching to see if the scientist was following, he then looked back into the direction he planed on walking. If I did see anything up there, we'll pass right by it and then turn towards The Hole, he thought. The Hole was what he called wherever he took up temporary residence for whatever reasons while wandering, mainly because the first place he slept while on the run was a burrowed hole he was able to squeeze into and cover in a semi-truck trailer. So from then on, The Hole became his shelter term. He then began walking again turning around to see if the scientist was following yet again once he walked a few feet, he was also making sure the man wasn't trying to stab his back, actually showing a sign of paranoia he developed in this mess, considering he turned to look at the scientist every fifteen steps or so.

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Dillon about mentioned about how it was probably more dangerous further south. Sydney hadn't thought about this, but the soldier was most likely right. He felt a lot safer with someone who knew how to fight, but at the same time he felt like he still needed to keep his guard up, people with fighting skills will always the most control in situations. Dillon seemed like he genuinely wanted to help though, there was something about him that made him seem like he wasn't the average tough meat-headed brute kind of soldier. "Right the cities down south...this is going to be quite the trek...hope we're ready..." Sydney looked down with uncertainty at his small P99 hand-gun and then looked up at Dillon's large intimidating shotgun, the comparison made his gun feel like a pea shooter.

Dillon then mentioned that he was planning on going back some kind of safe-house to pick up more tools and a map and how he was trying to fix up a truck. That sounded nice, Sydney was used to backpacking all around Antarctica and surviving blizzards every day and night that reached temperatures around 50-60 degrees below 0. As experienced as he was with extreme backpacking, he was sure that walking through five states filled with unknown amounts of dangerous blood hungry infected people was a little different than what he was used to. The biggest factor is that they didn't know what exactly to expect as they went on, in Antarctica is always had a general idea of what to expect and a team of other people that were prepared with him for dealing with it. Now he had a stranger from a U.S engineer division with him and they both didn't know exactly what to expect. So yes, a truck and a map sounded very nice.

Dillon had also said that Sydney looked like hell. He didn't take offence to this as he really hadn't seen a mirror in a few days. "Sounds good to me" Sydney nodded when Dillon asked him to follow him. They began walking, and as as they progressed, Sydney made note of two figures off in the distance. He furrowed his brow and squinted to get a better look, but Dillon hadn't said anything about the figures, so he decided not to mention it but instead keep a firm hand ready on his pistol, prepared to draw it if he needed to. Dillon kept looking back at him every now and then as well. Sydney didn't blame him, they had just met and Sydney was still just as wary about Dillon as Dillon was of him.

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Rohan & Katie Clarke
Wilwaukee, WI


The pistol felt heavy, and his hands had started to sweat inside his fingerless gloves. The figures were definitely not walkers, he had decided, but that only made him more nervous. He had faced down walkers before, but it was different murdering a human being. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that. They seemed to have noticed their presence.

His fingers brushed past the ring around his neck, for luck maybe, he wasn’t sure. He crouched down next to Katie and tied her scarf around her neck so that it covered her mouth and her nose. It wouldn’t do as much good as a mask, but at least it was something in case the men were carriers.

“Katie, I want you to aim the shotgun at the man on the left,” he said.

“But it’s not even loaded,” she whined.

Rohan squeezed her hand reassuringly. “They don’t know that. Ready?” She nodded.

Hey!” he yelled, approaching them slowly and full of caution.

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Dillon heard the shout and then began jogging toward it in the same manner he jogged toward Sydney, signalling with a hand for the man to follow. As soon as he got closer he realized one of two humans was a little girl... With a shotgun... He raised his own and aimed it at Rohan. Seeing as there was a child he had to handle this much differently than the way he handled the situation with Sydney. He prayed this would work, lowering his gun he spoke. "I'm from the Army, I need you to lower your weapons and get on your knees. I promise I'm one of the good guys." He said it all in a slow and soothing manner as if he was talking to the girl. Which he was knowing if she lowered her gun, the man would likely lower his. He then scowled under the mask, guessing how intimidating he looked with his gun pointed at what he presumed was her father and this big bulky mask on.

One option there occurred to him, he lowered his shotgun into one hand and removed the mask slowly, taking in a breath of air and looking to the sky for a moment, adjusting his eyes to the sunlight. He then looked back at the girl and placed the mask on his waist holder for it, slowly raising his gun back at Rohan's chest. "Now if we can work this out... No shots have to be fired. Again, I say, I'm here to help you." This time his voice was natural, unchanged without the mask to deepen and distort the tone of his voice and he indeed spoke in the manner as if he were speaking to a child. He turned around to see if Sydney was still there, wondering if this scientist could help him in any way.

Seconds ticked by and Dillon's eyes twitched, wondering what the two's response would be. Please Lord.... Let them listen. He prayed being a religious man. His hands on the gun were shaking, the incident with Sydney was different. But if these two didn't follow what he deemed as protocol, how could he justify killing a child? He hoped with everything in his body it wouldn't come to that, but if it did... Dillon would pull the trigger, it was him or them, and he wanted to live.

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The man snapped his head around at the sound. Suddenly alerted, he came running towards them with his gun raised. Rohan’s hands were shaking, but he knew Katie looked up to him as a leader and a protector as well as a father, and if he wavered now he would lose all that. He glanced over at her; she still had the shotgun aimed square at the other man’s chest. She was a determined little thing, eager to prove her worth and play her own part.

"I'm from the Army, I need you to lower your weapons and get on your knees. I promise I'm one of the good guys," Dillon said, his gas mask deepening and distorting his voice.

This is what the Army was reduced to? A single man on an empty highway, pointing a gun at a child? It seemed as if he had heard Rohan’s thoughts, for Dillon lowered his weapon.

"Now if we can work this out... No shots have to be fired. Again, I say, I'm here to help you." Dillon removed his mask slowly and returned his gun to Rohan’s chest.

“Please,” said Rohan, lowering his weapon slightly, “we’re in the same situation. I have a daughter to look after. Don’t shoot.” He spoke slowly and made no rash movements. He hoped Katie would follow his lead in lowering his weapon, but she didn’t move. Instead she moved her aim to Dillon, eyeing him angrily. Her petite fingers didn’t even fit fully around the trigger, but she held her ground like a man twice her age. “If you’re with the army, didn’t you help people earlier and put a stop to all this!”

“Katie, shut up,” Rohan hissed. He had no idea where she had her fiery temper from, but it wasn’t him. “I’m not your enemy,” he said to Dillon. “I don’t want any trouble.” He hoped he wouldn’t take Katie’s comment as a slight. She didn’t fully understand that there was nothing the army could do to stop the 84K virus. Please, Katie, lower your weapon, he prayed, and to his surprise, she did. “I don’t want any trouble,” he repeated, and slowly placed his pistol on the ground.

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Sydney watched Dillon run off in sudden unexpected sprint towards the man that had shouted. Sydney drew his P99 and came running in close behind with the piston in two hands. Dillon was much faster though and took Sydney a little while to finally catch up with Dillon. Not ever really handling a gun before, he had the safety still on without knowing it. He didn't have his gun aimed at the people they were approaching, he was expecting that they were in trouble. "What's the issue here?! Are you being chased by infected?! Are you alright?!" He paused for a second breathing heavily to catch his breathe and slowly realizing that the man and child were the only others around aside from himself and Dillon.

To Sydney's surprise, the situation already seemed under control, the father and child were dropping and lowering their weapons. Sydney quickly put his gun away to show he meant no harm as well. Dillon works fast, already dealt with the situation before I got here Sydney thought to himself.

"Sorry if I startled anyone...heh" he scratched his the back of head in embarrassment. Already finding other people all of the sudden? three uninfected people in one day he thought to himself in surprise. "We don't any trouble either, we want to help to receive help. It seems like the best strategy to get to Dellwood alive..." Sydney added.

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As soon as Rohan lowered his gun, Dillon lowered his. A scowl on his unmarked face about the girl's commit. He knew she was young, but he still wanted to snap at her for it. We did everything we possibly could! My brothers-in-arms died trying to help people, and damn it, if I'm gonna die. Its going to be whilst giving help to those who can't help themselves, but he refrained himself, talking to himself in his mind for a moment.

Snapping back to reality he nodded at what Sydney said. A slight smile on his face about the man's embarrassment. "I am here to help you now... If you get down on your knees and let me inspect you, as protocol demands I can let you come with me. I am trying to get all the survivor's I can to safety or die trying." He affirmed and then held his hand out, now trying to take a more diplomatic attempt since the martial attempt didn't work. "I'm Private Dillon Ruso, U.S Army Engineer Corp, I was assigned to the 54th Armored Division, our task was to set up a base camp for survivors to gathers supplies and rest while moving south. I'm... I'm the last one left of my entire platoon and possibly division." He said this here because it would also probably give Sydney some info on why he was out here alone. "Now, like I said, follow protocol, I'll follow it, we can all walk on. I have no intention to shoot and neither do you... Or you little girl."

His heart was still pounding within his chest, this whole situation was mixed up. Though he couldn't blame them if that disliked him for trying to be a soldier, he would hate it too if some man walked up to him and aimed a gun at his chest. But there is more than one way to be a soldier, he thought, his weapon completely lowered from Rohan now. A pleading expression across his face.

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Katie scowled at Dillon. Although it was lowered, she held the shotgun tightly in her small hands. The other man came running up beside him, panting, and seemed confused. Katie decided she liked the look of him, with his flustered expression greying hair and lined face. He looked more trust worthy than this army-macho over here. Her face lit up when he mentioned Dellwood. “You’re going there too!” she exclaimed.

"Now, like I said, follow protocol, I'll follow it, we can all walk on. I have no intention to shoot and neither do you... Or you little girl."

Rohan looked at Dillon thoughtfully, weighing up his options. He had to admit to himself, that he never really had any idea how to get to Dellwood alone. No one had any idea what the conditions further south were since telecommunications dropped out. For all he knew he was leading Katie to her death. He cringed at the thought. He couldn’t lose someone else, not ever. If these men were to be trusted, they had nothing to lose from travelling together. He didn’t blame the man for clinging to his military training. He lost much and was desperately holding on to the one thing he had left, not unlike the way Rohan was holding on to Katie.

“I’ll stay standing if you don’t mind,” he said, “it seems like your protocol went out the window a long time ago, along with your division and the whole rotten lot of those damned government people.” He eyed Katie’s shotgun. “That gun’s not loaded. I have another pistol in my pack, and a hunting knife, and I’m not planning on using any of them on you.”

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A larger scowl instantly came upon his face at Rohan's commit but again he stayed his anger. "Those government people gave their lives trying to protect you sir, as did my division, I ask you respect them for they rest with the Good Lord now." He stepped back and looked at Sydney. "All I know is that to the South the cities are bigger, packed with these things. I'm offering you protection, sir. As much as I can give, I'm a soldier, but there are many ways to be a soldier, like the Angels are soldiers of the Lord and guardians of man, I chose to be a soldier and a protector, though I am mere man and weak." He gruffed and placed his gas mask back on and turned the filter on. Shaking his head and looking toward the sky.

"Also, protocol must be followed, or what else are we.... Savages.... We revert to survival of the fittest. Laws need to be enforced even in times like this." He turned and looked at Rohan again. His head shaking back and forth. He knew he was showing he was a religious man, he was since he joined the army and this mess just made him more so. He was clinging to the Bible and his Military code since that was all he had left. He pulled a few shotgun slugs out of his ammo pack and handed them to the man. "If you won't follow me at least take these. If you change your mind I have a safe house a few miles that way." He pointed East, his hand still out with eight shotgun slugs in it. He wanted to help as many people as he could that's the reason he left signals and markings where he went, in hopes that people would follow. He did it out of his nature and selfish want for redemption, and possibly that this was the first time he could prove himself as a hero. Every human wanted to be one at some point. He waited praying the rugged man in front of him would take the slugs or in better chances change his mind. Anything was better than just going off on his own, with a young child, into possible pits of the living dead, survival chances really unknown. This world was cruel and it was no place to walk alone, no matter how nervous or paranoid you were.

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Rohan spat. “Where is your Good Lord now? The world has turned to shit and I don’t see him anywhere.” He looked to Sydney, and wondered if he was a religious fool, too. Blind faith wouldn’t get them anywhere; it would get them killed. He sighed, shaking his head, thinking of his wife’s cold, dead body.
All the ones that lay decaying on the street, the men, women and children alike, not even counting the dead ones that walked, having lost all sense of life, driven purely by the most basic human need; to eat. What kind of a god would let that happen? “We are savages already. This is a savage world.”

Katie listened carefully, cringing at her father’s sharp tone. She hated it when he got so angry. “Dad…

His daughter’s voice caught him off guard. He softened his voice. “I think you’re deluding yourself,” Rohan said, looking at both the men’s faces, “but we are headed in the same direction so we might as well travel together.” He had only Katie’s best interest at heart when he spoke. He accepted the shotgun slugs from of the man’s hands and knelt down next to Katie to load the gun. “I’ll take it now,” he said, when he was done, and tried to pry to the weapon out of her hands.

“I want to hold on to it,” Katie protested, looking at her father pleadingly. He shook his head back and forth. No. Reluctantly, she released her grip on the gun. At least I still have a weapon, she thought, thinking of the Swiss army knife in her pocket. She’d taken it from the kitchen drawer without telling Rohan, so that way he couldn’t take it from her. How was she supposed to defend herself if she had no weapons? She was no fool; she knew her father went out heart and limb to keep her safe, but it just wasn’t enough sometimes. Like he said before, it was a savage world.

Rohan whisked the pistol up off the ground and placed it in its holster. “So where is this safe house of yours?” It was growing late, and it was best not to be caught out at night in the open.

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Sydney kept glancing back and forth at the three talking with each other, a concerned look upon his face. a religious dispute seemed hardly the thing to be having at a time like this. Dillon seemed healthily protective of what he believed in. The other man seemed like he had something against believing in such things. Sydney was not religious, but he respected all points of views and lifestyles. He surely wasn't going to side with either person, but he couldn't ignore the conflict. He needed to know that he could feel safe around these men without worrying about them ripping each other's throats out because of what they believed.

"Not to be pushy, but we really should get to shelter and I suggest while traveling with each other that we let one another think what they want to think. Arguing over beliefs will only cause us to distrust each other even further then I'm sure we already do. Is speaking his mind helps him deal with stress then it's probably best to let him do so. You might not agree, but you may want to focus your energy on helping yourself and the little one. One can only spare so much energy in a time like this. I've seen groups of people in my line of work fall apart because of using energy to bicker back and forth and cause miss-communication. Regardless of what you want to do with your energy however, I think it is best start moving. We'll never be safe from the unexpected when standing in spot in the open like this..." Sydney abruptly spurted out a speech to try and keep things moving. The faster they all got to Dellwood, the better it would be for everyone. Sydney pulled out his flashlight in preparation for walking in the dark.

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Dillon nodded to Sydney's speech. "I'm not here to spread my beliefs... Enough war and death has been caused over that, I'm here to try to get you people to safety so yes, I agree we should get moving." He knew it was already darkening and they would need light to get the safe house he was encamped in. He reached up to the side of his helmet and turned a small LED light that projected forward. He then reached for the head of his shotgun which also had a light on the bottom of the barrel. he switched that on and then looked around, knowing light would draw the infected but he needed it to lead them back. His scouting skills had a lot to be desired for.

He then began walking in the direction of the house, looking over his shoulder to see if they were following he constantly shifted the light around, checking his corners when they passed by each and every thicker tree showing an extensive amount of caution. A paranoid amount. He also would look back every five minutes or so checking the small party over, he was praying they were trustworthy and that the trip back to his base camp would be safe, on the walk he couldn't help but think of his mother. He didn't know about what happened to Denver when this all broke out and he hoped she had gotten back to safety, or atleast wasn't roaming the streets of downtown as one of those... things. However, the chances she was alive were slim to none, and he accepted that with a kind of ease that tore himself apart. He never thought humans could become like that... Even Rohan was dark to him. Dillon promised himself he would make it through all this with his humanity still alive, or he would die with it. He snapped back to reality and stopped for a moment. "We're about half way there.... Lets hope nothing decided to attack us... Once we're all there you all can rest. I'll keep watch for the night." Dillon had slept every night for few days atleast three of four hours and was pretty happy with his current energy reserves. These others, they could probably use some rest, they were after all civilians to him. He knew the scientist could probably back-pack for days if not for a couple weeks. But the little girl, he felt horrible for her... Having to continue on like this. He heard some screeches off in the distance and cringed. "Please don't be within viewing distance of my lights.... Please!" He prayed silently, whispering under his breathe.

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Let them believe what they will. It was hard to convince a fool he was wrong, for he’d always be a fool. It was best to find cover, and soon. The sun hung threateningly low in the sky, bathing in a red dusk. Rohan didn’t know how far away this safe house of Dillon’s was, but they would definitely need light to reach it. It was too dangerous in the dark, and lights would draw walkers by the dozen. “C’mon, Katie,” he said. She trudged in front of him, and he walked behind her at the end of the rear of the line, always alert. The only sound was their footfalls on the ground: those of the three men heavy, and those of Katie quiet and soft. The shotgun, now loaded, was a great reassurance to Rohan, though he didn’t he think he would ever feel truly at ease again. Not now. The world had changed too much. He would never admit it to Katie, - he envied her blissful ignorance and he would not dare take that from her- but he had little hope for Dellwood. It was a clear goal though, and it was better to have a goal than none at all. He glanced at Dillon. He had a goal, a self-righteous one perhaps, but that may just work in their advantage.

As Katie walked, she began to grow tired. She couldn’t remember the last time she slept; it must’ve been back in their apartment, more than two days ago. Their rhythmic pace had lulled her half to sleep, and she stumbled. Rohan’s reflexes were quick, and he caught her before she hit the ground. “She can’t go any further,” he said.

“I’m fine,” Katie sighed, “we have to keep going.” Rohan wished he could carry her, but she was too big for that now and they would both get nowhere. His heart sunk in his chest as a series of awful screeches sounded in the distance. Walkers, unmistakeably. “No, no, no, not now,” he mumbled. He strained his eyes in the darkness and saw nothing. Katie’s eyes were huge in fear; all traces of fatigue seemed to have worn off in a second. She watched her father click the safety off the shotgun. “Have they seen us?”

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Dillon quickly turned his flash light around to shin it right on four walkers, lurching and shambling toward them. He turned around quickly thing her heard something from behind him and into the light came two of them from behind. "Move! Move! Move!" He pointed east a way clear of the undead and looked at the small group. "Don't fire unless they get close, I'll cover you!" He shouted, when one got close enough, he raised his shotgun, cocked it, and then click, snap, boom. The shotgun fired and the walking corpse dropped.

Another got close and before he could pump the Spas it grabbed his arms and then proceeded to bite him, before the walker managed to get a grasp on him ith its grotesque, he lifted his leg and kicked the infected man in the gut, sending it stumbling backwards. He quickly cocked, aimed and fired the shotgun before it could get up off the ground and began moving in the direction he pointed the others. The two groups of zombies now converging into one. He aimed into the crowd of them, around thirteen had come from the two directions and then opened fire randomly towards their heads, the steel pellets the shotgun fired either knocking them down or killing them with a head shot. He was jogging backwards as he fired and pumped the shotgun and when he ran out of ammo in the chamber, around eight were still shambling after them. He quickly dropped the shotgun and drew the revolver off his hip, aiming it quickly and dropping one more. "Sydney! Someone! Help me out here!" he knew he couldn't drop this many on his own, they would overwhelm him. But he could at least try. Crouching down he fired five more times, yet none dropped. He was unable to score headshots in the dark. He grabbed his shotgun and inched back, noticing the walkers were only a few feet away from him. He threw the shotgun onto his back and began reloading the 44. Magnum in his hand. Once he had it loaded he fired the cylinder off again, dropping one more this time. Sweating he looked as they began to span out around him. He turned to look to see if either Rohan or Sydney would come and back him up. Praying silently one would as he drew his hatchet from his belt and took a deep breathe. Waiting for them to near in as seconds ticked by.