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Jennifer Ailen Johnson

This isn't logical, and so, it must be a dream. I'll just play along until I wake up

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

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Full Name: Jennifer Aileen Johnson
Nickname: Jennybenny, jeaniebeanie, both nicknames her father gave her when she was a kid. Jen or Jenny, shorter versions of her name that people use. "Sergeant perfection"; mockname some of the men on her force use.
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Role: Immune Carrier
Personality: Jenny is a PoliceWoman with both capital P and W; she's a feminist and a workaholic, and hopelessly devoted to her duty. She's still confident in the law, and that the United States of America's Government has a plan with all this, or atleast that's what she says. She's text book focused and solutionoriented when it comes to situations like this; don't panic, and if you panic, don't let anyone know that you panic. She's strong on the outside, but nearly every night she sobs herself quietly to sleep, in deep despair over the situation. She's terrible at lying or keeping secrets, convinced that people can see straight trough her if she lies, and faced with a question she don't want to answer, she rather just changes the subject, pretending not to have heard the last words. In the face of men she's overly strict and professional, with her own personal reasons. She gets teary eyed at the sight of cats, and in a stressed situation she will fuss around, making sure everybody is comfortable.
Weapon: 9mm handgun, baton, pepperspray
Inventory: Jen has a big belt where she carries everything she might need, as well as some small pouches under her uniform; three on each leg, one on each arm. These contain her policebadge, a first aid kit with pills, ammunition, proteinbars, huntingknife, disinfectionspray, pen and paper, map, compass, gun maintenance kit and some military rations of dried food. She also brings Josès honorary medal around.
Skills: She's relatively practical, and capable at performing first aid. Other things she good at through training are driving, shooting, and other "police related skills". She's a hell of a runner, and used to try to cramp a marathon into her busy schedule.
History: Jenny was raised in a conservative, patriotic family, and has adopted many of her families views, just not on women. She always wanted to join the police, but ended up getting married straight after college. Her husband turned out to be quite abusive after he got her within four walls, and after he caused her to loose her unborn child, she took to her senses and got out. She pursued her dream of becoming a policewoman. She graduated as the third best in her class, and was soon all consumed by her work. After her shifts she would either work out or read about profiling or other work related things. She intentionally stayed busy as all her friends started to settle down and have kids. It was on a mission that she at random stumbled
into Josè deCalabrero, originally Mexican, but now an american citizen, and a soldier returned from Iraq at that. They developed a relationship of no commitment, no settling down, no jealousy, and she thought until he got infected; no love.
Theme Song(s): Born in the USA - Bruce Springsteen
Other: Jenny was on duty when the alarm hit, and has remained in her policecar and uniform, looking for survivors.

So begins...

Jennifer Ailen Johnson's Story

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Jennifer Aileen Johnson, police sergeant, and soon to be promoted lieutenant, and on her way to tell Jose, and do other less speakable things with him. It was the last time she remembered feeling "happy". She though about it as she drove along back country roads, though about her life, everybody's life, the world... She was staying of the highway, even though her policewan was bulletproof and very hard to damage, some of the nasty infected zombies had damaged it a little. She looked at her gasometer "shit!" she muttered. She was closing up on Milwaukee, and was hoping to soon encounter a gas station so she wouldn't have to drive into the city.

She missed her original policecar, but was just happy she got away from it alive. It had just been moments after the message on the radio, she was at the end of her shift, and heading to Jose to tell him the news about her promotion, when he had met her, on the street in front of his apartment. He had seemed... different. As she came up close, she had known he was infected. He had jumped her car, and everything was a little hazy after that. She could, right now, not remember how she had managed the drive all the way to the police garage. He had torn the roof of her car at that point, that much she remembered. And she had shot him, with tears in her eyes and full of regret, she had shot him. And he had gotten back to his feet just seconds later. She had thrown herself into one of the more sturdy vans, and ran him over, speeding out of there. She hadn't slept for more than a few hours a day ever since, always moving in a panic, and now, now she needed gas.

She was brought back to the present as she realized she was heading to down town Milwaukee. She cursed under her breath, she must have gotten one of the turns wrong. Being the ever law abiding citizen, she didn't turn around. She figured she could have, she was the only one driving on the road, but maybe she could find a gas station here. The closer she got to the center, the more despair and dead bodies she saw. It was as if she was dragged towards it. She should turn around! She really, really should! She kept driving, as she saw some flickering lights that read "Uncle Jacks", and a commotion on the outside. Infecteds! What were they so worked up over!? She saw a gas station, and approached it carefully, her mind racing. She could more or less safely sit in her car, but how would she get the gas from the pumps into her car without leaving... That wasn't happening. She sighed, prayed, and crossed herself, before crawling into the back of her car, getting a plastic shield, helmet, and bullet proof west. She laughed, all of a sudden, standing up in the back of the wan, she laughed. The infected didn't seem to care that much about the car, thankfully. She assumed it didn't emit her smell from the inside, and she tried to laugh quietly, but she figured she looked ridicolus. A one-woman-policeforce. It was all a joke, but she would never make it to Delwood on foot, and she would never make it without gas, and right now, she realized as she prepared to open the door, waiting it out until she could stop laughing, she might not make it at all...

(OOC: sorry about the clumsy entrance, haven't quite got the overview of who and what's where, but there was a gas station next to Uncle Jacks I understood, and still many infected around? If not, I'm still pretending there is:P )

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Ah, my apologies. He said sarcastically; letting the drunk take the bottle and watched him poor it down the drain. He could tell all ready that this wasn't gonna be good. He listened to the man slur his speech and stand by the door. He slowly rose out of his seat, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and turned around. The drunk has a point you know. I distracted them and more will be coming to investigate; And that police officer by the front has a big enough van for all of you. He said and stashed the bottle in his back pack. He walked back over to his bike and mounted it. He turned to the drunk beside him and whispered, You can hate me all you want soldier. It won't make or break me; but until you know my reasons, he paused and backed his motorcycle out of the door Don't judge me. He said and turned to the female police officer. Do you have enough room for all of these folks? How about gas? He asked, slightly worried. He looked over to the burning fuel station and turned back to her, As you can see, I seemingly blowed up our resources. If you need some though, I have and extra tank on here and the other is full. I can siphone off one tank; That should hopefully allow you to get them out of here. He said in a blank tone. He turned back to the people inside. You can all make it with her, I'll stay behind and make sure you get away. He said and looked at the floor. It's the least that I can do.

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Hayley held her head. She was dizzy and couldn't stand from the hit she had taken to the head when a full sized, well used to be man, pushed her and smashed her to the ground. She suddenly jumped at the sound of a mans voice. Something that she had not heard at all for about a month since she returned. She thought that it was her imagination, after all she only came to the city to find other survivors. Being a normal regular human made her survival even more difficult, let alone the fact traveling alone and not being very strong or aware of the things that were happening/had happened when she had left.

She mumbled back to the man, "W-who ar-are you?" She looked up and saw him kneeling over her in the street. He then proceeded to shoot the infected's that were slowly emerging from their pathetic little hidey holes. She heard gun fire and tried to stand but only got to her knees from her disoriented state of being at the present moment. She could feel the man start to her help her up but was getting hasty and urgent and just decided to drag her to a building, probably the bar she had fell in front of. He laid her on the ground softly and left. Hayley shook her head wildly and lifted herself up with the help of a chair and table. She stood up and shook her head some more, batting her eyelashes in a dizzy way and finally regained for her focus. She had a horrible pain in the back of her head and softly touched it. She was bleeding and the blood staining her blonde hair. She cursed at herself and looked towards the door. She held her bow tightly in her hand wanting to keep moving. She suddenly noticed that there was a lot of other people in the bar besides her and the man. "I suggest you all find a new spot...this city isn't safe but the outskirts and wilderness surrounding the city is. Or as far as safe as I've seen." She said in a serious tone. She sat on the bar counter top and took off her bag. She placed her bow beside her and took out a bandage. She took out rubbing alcohol and rubbed the wound softly. She clenched her teeth and let out a groan in pain at the stinging. She then wrapped the clothe around back of her head and around her forehead to help stop any infection and other diseases, and tied it. She put everything back into her bag and spread her legs out leaning back on her elbows on the counter relaxing. She looked at the man who had helped her and said, "Sorry if I caused any trouble. If you want I can go take care of them...?" She asked even though her head was still in pain, but the real reason was she wanted her arrow back. Hayley hates it when she looses anything.

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☣ Heather Fairbanks ☣
Location: Uncle Jack's Bar | Milwaukee, WI


Heather watched the others tiredly. In a moment, a man on a motorcycle came rolling in and nearly hit her. Though exhausted, she reacted quickly, stepping backwards. Why were so many people attracted to the bar? Dead an living? Was it just human instinct, in times of trouble, to migrate together. Or had her and Vi's little duo really picked up to nine just randomly?

Wesley then stood and started rambling about getting going, and, though she could barely get her feet to move, Heather nodded her head and yawned in agreement. "I agree with Wess." She said, hoping the nickname was okay. She liked giving out nicknames, and she hoped doing so would encourage them to use hers rather than her full name. She hated the name Heather. It was her mother's name and her mother had been nothing but a whore.

The next two things that happened shocked her. First, a female police officer pulled up, just outside the bar and slung open the back of her police van, telling them all to hop in. Heather couldn't help but laugh. Before the infection, everyone would have looked at the woman like she was a serial killer or a rapist, but now, hopping in the back of that van seemed like the best idea anyone had ever had. Despite her exhaustion, her blue eyes lit up brightly and she smiled a genuine smile, looking at Violet with a child's excitement. "Violet! Maybe we can make it! She has a van and all of us will fit!" She was well aware that Violet could see for herself, but being only 11, she felt the need to state it excitedly.

The next thing that happened, was the man with the motorcycle dragged a girl into the bar. She was badly beat and Heather watched her inspect her wounds. Instantly, Bee stepped backward. She was a carrier. Best not to infect the girl by accidently brushing up against her while she bandaged herself. "Sorry if I caused any trouble. If you want I can go take care of them...?"

"No." Heather said, shaking her head with a sigh. "Just join the club." She gestured towards the back of the van. "I don't know about you guys, but this is the best break me and Vi have had in weeks. I'm not questioning it." With that, she crossed the bar, and grabbed her and her sisters black bag off the counter. It was heavy and she had to put her gun and knife away to carry it, but with two hands, she managed to hold it down in front of her and half carry, half drag it to the van. Using all her remaining strength, she hefted the bag in and hopped in, pushing it all the way to the back.

Once inside, she lay down with a sigh, placing her blonde head on the bag, and using her arms as a pillow, she closed her eyes. It was extremely uncomfortable. Like laying on a pile of cans, but it would have to do. She was tired and not about to pass up a free ride and an opportunity for uninterrupted sleep.

She was asleep before everyone was even in the van.

☤ Violet Fairbanks ☤
Location: Uncle Jack's Bar | Milwaukee, WI


Violet looked at the van with suspicion. Seemed too good to be true. However, she was not one to turn down a good offer and watched at Bee grabbed their bag and hefted it across the bar into the truck. Vi couldn't help it. She chuckled under her breath. It was a funny sight, seeing a skinny eleven year old struggle with the bag.

She sighed and hopped off the bar, slipping her gun away and looking at the others with a shrug. "Sounds like a pretty good deal to me. Come or not. Whatever." She shrugged and hopped in the back of the van.

By the time she got in, Heather was curled up on the bag sleeping already. Her body twitched and she moaned almost painfully in her sleep. The nightly nightmares. Vi winced and sat next to her sister. Gently, she pulled the little girl off the uncomfortable bag of canned foods and other, various not-so-soft items, and placed her head on her thigh instead.

She sat Indian style and gently stroked Bee's blonde and pink hair, wishing she could stop the girls nightmares without her waking in a scream. If she were to nudge her, that would most surely happen, however, if she acted as if she didn't hear the moans and the crying, or feel the twitching, it might stop after a few hours, and she would wake silently.

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Hayley was unsure if these people were ok to be trusted. But it wa a rather difficult choice to differ from one side to the other. She jumped off the table and listened to the 12 year old say,"join the club." Great well she achieved her goal, but he was hoping itd be smaller and get bigger by the time she would gotten there. Now she would be like the loner no one knew or much less would care about. She walked next to a big man. Did his name start with a W maybe the two blonde girls called him Wess or something like that oh well. Hayley held her bow tightly and followed the others into the back of a van.

Hayley had once gotten forced into a mans van once and the things that happened in there she would rather want to keep to herself forever. Beside it was long ago when she was about 16 or so and it didn't affect her anymore nor would it help her survive or help to give her knowledge of hunting tracking and survival in the wilderness anyone else any good. She remains quiet and only spoke when she was given an order she felt anxious about everyone and who was or not immune to the disease. She was worried that she could catch it from someone and that she would die a horrible fate. She decided that if they needed fighters and survival help that her primitive way of living and knowledge ofthibgs could very well save he new group or whatever you'd like to call it.

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Wayne watched the girls pile in the back of the van and turned to the cop, I'll try to find a hose. It might not be much, but it's better than none. He walked over to the infeced, put his foot on it's chest and ripped the arrow out. He walked back into the bar, looking it over. Not cracks in it; It can still be used. He said and tossed it to the girl on the counter. He walked behind the bar and looked around for a hose. He searched behind the counter and checked the back room. Shit.He thought to his self. He'd have to go some where else to find a hose. He walked back out into the bar room and looked around; looking at everyone's faces. He looked at the drunk and then at the officer. He walked back towards her and gently grabbed her arm, Give me three minutes. I'll find you a hose. He whispered. He looked back inside, slung his rifle over his shoulder and took off running. He looked everywhere. In the office building, the holtel; Nothing would work. He saw one lying on the ground and when he ran over to pick it up, it fell apart. Damnit! He hollared and squated down. He whipped the sweat off his face and rubbed the back of his head. If he couldn't find a hose, these people were screwed. What do I do now, Ash? He whispered to himself and looked around desperately. He saw something in the distance. Is that a .. He started to say and smiled. He dashed back to the bar and mounted his bike. He backed out of the bar and tossed his pack inside and layed his rife down, doing his best to not disturb the sleeping girl. He looked at the cop, 2 minutes; I'll be back for those. He said with a serious look on his face. He kicked down as hard as he could and the bike roared to life. He backed up more and spun the bike around, heading back out to the highway. He zoomed down the street and approached the broken down truck. He skidded to a stop and jumped off; running to the truck door and yanking it open, a body fell out. He ignored it and pulled the lever for the hood. It popped open and he ran back around to the front of the truck.

The hurridly searched around the engine for the air hose and yanked it out. Fuck yea. He said and hopped down. He looked around and saw no infected, so he mounted his bike and headed back to the bar. He was turning the corner and the bar was in sight when suddenly arm came out of no where and close lined him of the bike. He flew off and the bike fell over; skidding into the tire of the van. He moans and withers around on the ground for a second before he slowly starts to get up. He got to his knees and put his hand on the back of his head. His head throbbing, and his eyes blurry, he gets up and stumbles towards the bar. He keeps holding his head when a pouncer jumps on his back. The pouncer starts to claw at his back Wayne covers the back of his head. The pouncer picks him up and throws him up against the wall of the office. He withers around on the ground and tries to get to his feet. The pouncer watches him and growls. Wayne get's to his hands and knees and puts his head to the ground; His breathing's heavy and staggered. This is it Ash .. He mumbles to his self. The pouncer growls once more and jumps for him; Claws out and teeth ready. Wayne closes his eyes and stumbles with the straps on his chest. The pouncer is about to land when he rips a knife out of his pocket. Everything kinda goes blank from there. He opens his eyes to see the pouncer in front of him; Waynes hand on it's shoulder and knife in it's face. His pushes the thing off of him and tries to get to his feet. He falls back to his knees and stays there for a second. What a pitiful sight. He say's to himself and gets to his feet. He staggers over to his bike and pulls the hose out of one of the bags and sets it upright. He unscrew the gas cap to his bike and unscrews the one to the van. He sticks the hose in the tank and puts the other end to his mouth. He sighs and then takes a deep breath. The gas starts flowing and he fills up the tank. He leans his head against the van then turns and throws up on the ground. He wipes his mouth and screws the caps back on. He leans the bike up against the bar. He takes a step the falls down to his knee. He sits and puts his back to the bas; leans his head back and sighs.

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"Well hello there, ladies. I'd much appreciate it if you could place that scary gun on the desk, I'm liable to act rashly if I'm frightened." Tammy had her gun pointed at him by the time he said hello. Already, she had fished her knife out of her duffle bag and was pointing it at the girl, so she didn't have a weak point. What the hell was going on here? Two survivors, staring at her. She wanted to ask a million questions, but decided her best bet was to remain silent. It's worked for her so far in this mess. She looked at the girl as she turned her accusation to the man. It was, after all, him who brought those monsters to the door.

But she was still aware that the girl hadn't given her a name. Flicking her eyes to the man before her for a second, she realized this people were probably the ones she would either have to stick with, or kill. For some reason, killing them made her feel a little uneasy. But that could always be the best option. She frowned and furrowed her brows for half a second, a habit she has had when she was thinking since she was a child, before returning to her mask of showing no emotion.

"Okay, I know we just had a nice meeting and all, but I want to know names." Tammy's voice was rather sarcastic, but was once again curious in the end. She looked at both of them, but her eyes settled on the girl. She had been here longer. And the only thing she had done was apologize.

"Maybe if I tell you my name, you'll be less shy. It's Tammy. Tammy Jones." Although she had said her name, she said it so quietly they probably couldn't have heard her anyway. And after she spoke, there was a silence. At least, in the bar. She swore she could hear other people talking. No, she was imagining it... But she still found herself walking towards the door. She was quite aware of the zombies that were crowded at the door, moaning as they pushed against the glass and tried to get in. If you looked over them, however, in front of that bar, was a van. That was full of survivors. Her blue eyes widened slightly at the thought, and she blinked a couple of times, to make sure she wasn't making it up. But there it was, solid as ever. With a small girl in the back seat, sleeping with her head in the lap of an older girl. And an injured girl, with another girl speaking to her. And many, many more people. Too many to think of.

Turning around, Tammy regained her stance of having the gun pointed at the man, knife pointed at the girl. She then gave a small nod of her head towards the door, and looked at both of them.

"Come look. There's more of them."

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Wayne let her help him up and mummbled, Thank You. He leaned his head back against the seat as the police lady pulled a U-turn and got the hell out of dodge. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was feeling a bit light headed from the gas, but it was slow starting to fade. He just wished the headache from hell would fade too. He turned and looked in the back of the van; what a sight they were. Here was all these people crammed into the back of a van with the hopes that they would be okay. Ironic isn't it? There was a big burly man in a trench coat, a drunk, and chick with a big ass dog, the girl who was quite a good shot with a bow and 3 other girls. Then there was a girl who couldn't be older than 12, asleep on her sisters lap; just a tossing and moaning. Wayne looked at her and a sadness flooded over him. She would never have childhood; forced to grow up too quickly. Her dirty blonde her rested on her face and it made him think of his girls. She looked just like his girl Roselyn. Wayne turned around as he felt a tear slide down his cheek. He looked out the side window and the baren landscape before them. Everything just looked so .. Bad. He looked at the woman next to him driving and tried to figure her out. When he couldn't he looked back at her and quitely said, My name's Wayne, by the way. Thank you for what your doing for these people. At least I can die knowing there's still some good left in people. He said and looked out the window. He rested his elbow on the window ledge and cradled the gun in his lad. He rubbed the back of his head and thought to himself; I wonder when she's going to ask why I'm here? He sighed and shook his head. He turned back to the lady, When we get to the outskirts of town and I'm feeling better, would you stop for a minute? I'm going to ride my bike. You could use someone on the outside to help cover you. He said. All of what he said was the truth and honestlly, he just wanted to get out of the van. It would be helpful when we came upon another town or city. I could go in first and I could watch from the back and sides down the back roads. Also, If you need it, I have a map to Dellwood in my pack. Ask and it's yours.

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Hayley sat next to a girl with dark brown hair and either looked to be older than herself or the same age. In the back of the van there were a lot of people but Hayley didn't really care about them at the moment. She decided that she would just have to wait for a better, calmer, and safer time when her head didn't hurt so much and her head would be clearer and make her a little less irritable.

She was suddenly awoken up and brought back to reality when the brunette next to her said, "Hayley right? Come here, if you don't want that to get infected." She looked at the girl funny, confused by the offer but wanting to take it even though she didn't even know the woman. Not even her name and she was going to get help from the lady anyway, because even though Hayley wasn't as experienced as the others in some subjects, the will to survive for her was strong.

Another rule in her survival guide was, "Always evaluate your situation. Make sure it is safe and there will be nothing that can distract you from the situation." And another one also came into play here, "Always accept help. Never be too cocky in a time of dire need. Accepting the aid might just save your life." And in this case that rule was the main thing she was thinking of when she was deciding whether to trust her head wound in the hands of this woman in the back of this other police woman's van.

The woman stared at her with the supplies already prepped and ready to start the procedure. "Look kid, I served two terms in the army, I can sew up that cut on your head and properly clean it so we don't have to shoot you later and you just deal with a crappy headache and worry about getting infected. You choice."

"Oh um well yes my name. My name is Hayley Humphrey. And I'm not afraid of pain. As I always say 'Pain is only temporary'. I'd very much appreciate the offer. Thank you. " Hayley replied and took off her backpack, bow and sheath from her back and placed her pack on the ground beside her and her bow and arrows in her lap. She turned her back to the brunette with the medical supplies to help her and she waited for her to start the painful procedure.

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The brunette handed Hayley a bottle of alcohol. Hayley looked down at it skeptically then looked behind her shoulder at her. " My names Blair Blake, and most of us aren't afraid of pain, but it can mess up your shoot so take a drink of this." Blair said, as Hayley gave her the bottle back. Then Blair went to work. Hayley waited a moment for the procedure to begin and then Blair started to clean her head wound. Hayley held her eyes shut tightly gripping her bow tightly as the scraping and rubbing as well as the stinging sensation sent by the alcohol to disinfect and clean her wound was very painful. Hayley let out a long breath of relief as the pain stopped with the cleaning. Now only came the hard part. She braced herself for more pain and shut her eyes tightly. When Blair inserted the needle that would begin the three-four stitches needed to patch her up, Hayley gasped loudly and clenched her teeth hard and willed herself not to shout, yell, or scream out in pain, in fear that she would wake someone up. "Alright! your good." Blair said quietly from behind her. Then Blair wrapped some gauze around her head and left the van quickly. Hayley watched Blair as she set the bloody rag used to clean the wound on fire with the alcohol and then run back fast to the van again.

"Thank you Blair." Hayley said as she watched Blair get comfy and fall asleep beside her. Feeling nothing but gratefulness towards Blair for helping her, Hayley couldn't help her motherly type instincts. She took her soft back pack and lifted Blair's head up and slid the pack under it. Hopefully, she hadn't woken anyone up or disturbed Blair, but from the looks of it, it was safe to say that Blair wasn't going to be waking up anytime soon. Lucky for Hayley she had gotten a little less than the appropriate amount of sleeping hours about 4-6 hours since the emergency Broadcast was announced and this whole chaotic world crept up on everyone like it was thunderstorm that hadn't been predicted correctly. Hayley's secret or was when she was in the wilderness, was yet another rule from her trusty survival guide taught to her by her father. "If stranded or without another to create night watch shifts, its best to either be on high ground, but better than that in a sturdy tall, well built tree and strap yourself in tight. That way not many things can get you or your supplies in the night, well except maybe the birds and flies." Her father's survival rules and guidance has kept her alive so far and hasn't failed to help her out of any situation, ha, even in a zombie apocolapse.

Suddenly Wayne the kind man who saved her life about an hour before hand whispered to her in a quiet voice, "Hayley, Would you mind riding with me to a farm to check for gas?" He asked with a pleading look in his eyes. "I need someone with a good shot to accompany me."

She stared into his eyes and replied in the same soft whispery voice he asked her,"I'd be a pleasure. Besides I need to own up to my debt to you for helping me out before." She gave him a small smile that was kind and sincere.

"You be careful! The both of you! If you're still hurting, maybe you would be better to bring with" The driver and owner of the van, Police woman Jennifer said in a stern yet wary voice looking back and nodding towards Blair instead. It was kind of insulting to be asked y a person to go on a mission and then another to question their ability to complete the task given. "Thank you but I feel perfectly fine. And my shot won't be affected at all. I've gone hunting in worse conditions than some tiny wound on my head. I can do it. " She said sternly and confidently, holding her bow and sheath tightly in her hands and sitting up straight, she kept her voice low and quiet, so as not to wake any of the others up. She stared back at Wayne and smiled at both Jennifer and Wayne with a quick nod of confidence.

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Wayne looked back at her and her reply, Thank you very much. And you owe me nothing. He said and slightly smiled at her. He turned back to Jennifer, Will you pull over right here. The farms down that next road there. You guys keep going and we'll catch up when we find something. He unbuckled his seat beat and she pulled over. He hopped out of the van and gantly shut the door. He ran around to the back and quickly unloaded his motorcycle. He helped Hayley down out of the van and pulled his rifle out from under the seat. He slung it on his back and dug a walkie talkie out of his fatigues and handed it to Wes. If anything happens, call me. I'll let you know if we find anything. Keep it one channel three. He said and shut the door. He ran around to the drivers window, Keep moving; that's the key. If you haven't heard back from us in 30 minutes, don't turn back. Take care of them officer. He said and tapped the van. He ran back around and got on the motorcycle. He handed Hayley his helmnet and helped her on. They watched the van peel off and he cranked his bike. Hold on tight! He hollered over the bike and sped off down the dirt road. It was about a mile of so down the road before he saw the farm. He slowed down and looked around; Carefully scanning the area for infected. He saw nothing, but dead rotten cows as he pulls into the farm. He puts the kick stand down, but leaves the bike runnning. He gets off and helps her off as he swings his rifle around off his back. 15 minutes and then we leave. I want you to check the house for any supplies we could need or want. Food, water, medicine, ammo, whatever peeks your interest. Load these saddle bags up hun. He pulls a pistol out of it's holster on his hip and hands it to her. Just incase. He implies and hands her a whistle too. If you happen to get in trouble again, give me a blow and I'll be there. He says and half smiles at her. He gently hits her on the shoulder and takes off running to the barn.

He kept his rifle at the ready; ever scanning the area. He runs up to the big barn and peeks inside. It was awfully dark so he took a knee and pulled his pack around. He dug around and finally found his flash light. He stood up and slung it up on his back and pulled a cigarette from his front pocket. He lit it up and took a deep breath. He blew the smoke out his nose and strapped his rifle across his chest. He pulled a pistol crom his back waistband a flicked his flashlight on. He bared his arms and walked in the barn. He shined the light on the walls and saw nothing put tools and tack. He shined the light up to the ceiling and stared in horror. Dear God ... He whispered. There was old man Ron, his wife Karen and his two sons Daniel and Robert; hanging from the loft. He shined the light around and found the switch. He flicked it on and put his light in his pocket. He took another puff of his cigarette and started walking up the stairs to the loft. He walked over to where the Davis's were hanging and cut each one of them down. There was nothing but hay up there so he went back down stairs. He put them in a line and covered them with a sheet. He found a can full of diesel and a lantern of oil. He poured the oil on top of the sheet and poured a trail of diesel up to the hay. He went back downstairs for the last time and sighed. He took one last puff of his cigarette and took it out of his mouth. He flicked it up into the hay loft and watched as the whole barn went up in flames. He shook his headed and headed down to the stables. He was starting to worry when he finally found what he was looking for. He walked up to young Daniels truck and opened the door. He smiled. Good thing you always kept a full tank kid. He pulled the panel out of the steering wheel and touched the wires together. The old truck roared to life and he drove it back around to his bike. He filled up the gas tank he had found and filled up one in the back of the truck. He siphoned off the last bit in his bike. He was strapping the gas cans on his bike when he heard a growl from behind him. He slowly stood up and picked up the pistol on his seat. He turned around to see a pouncer staring him down. He moved away from his bike and the thing started circling him. He made sure to keep the infect facing him as he led it away from the house and Hayley. He backed up towards the stables and it followed him; growling and hissing. Wayne turned his head for just a second as he heard a gasp from the front porch. Bad mistake. The infect was on him in a second. It clawed at his chest and he grabbed it's arms. It bared it teeth and started to lean down towards him, snapping at his face. He struggled to push it off of him and on of his hands slipped and the pouncer slashed him across his face; Leaving a cut across his eye. Wayne got mad and pulled his feet up to his chest. He gave a big push and kicked it off of him. He got to his feet and put his hand to his face. It was covered in blood and started running all over his face and neck. He pulled a knife out of his belt and twirled it in his hand. He gave it a fling and watched the Infect fall. He stepped over it and went over to the bike. He got on and hollered, Hayley, Let's go! He helped her load up and peeled out of the drive way. He handed his radio to Hay, Radio Wesley and tell him we found it. He said and gave the bike more gas. Kicking up a trail of dust as the raced to catch up.

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Jennifer pulled over to the side and she heard Wayne get out quickly from the passenger seat in front, and the door shut with a thud. Hayley stood up and lightly lifted Blair's head off and grabbed her bag from it. She slipped the straps on trying to be as quiet as she grabbed her sheath and attached it to her shoulder and tied the bottom of the sheath around her waist. She held her bow tightly in her left hand and stepped lifting her feet up and over taking quiet steps to the door.

She heard an couple clangs from the other side of the door. Wayne then opened the doors and held out his hands to Hayley. She smiled at him and took his hands, holding onto them as she jumped out of the van steadying herself from the jump with the helpful hands of Wayne. He gave Wess a walkie talkie and told Jenn and him that if they werent back in half an hour to keep going on without them. This worried Hayley. She hated to think that she had just found these nice and caring people and would've just lost them within less than two hours. She bit her lip nervously and slid her body between the bow's string and the wooden bow.

She followed Wayne to his awesome looking motorcycle. When she was in high school a while back, she went out with a guy you could call a bad boy, with a motorcycle. She loved riding on the back of it but Wayne's motorcycle was more badass than her ex's was. She grinned happily as he lead her over to the bike and sat on it. Hayley lifted her left leg over the side and sat in the back, wrapping her arms around Wayne's strong chest. He kicked the stand up and sped off down a narrow road. After about 5 minutes riding he drove up to a farm with a house and stable. He gave her a saddle bag and told her to check to the house for supplies like ammo, medical supplies, food, and anything else that seemed interesting. Hayley took her bow off her back and notched an arrow in the string. She nodded and took the bag and watched as Wayne went off to look in the barn.

Hayley walked cautiously towards the house. She lifted her bow up and aimed forward. She kicked the door open and ran through the house in a quick sweep. It was clear of infected. Thank god for her. Hayley went to the kitchen and looked for any canned goods. She opened the cabinets and brushed her hand arm behind the cans, making them fall off the edge of the cupboard into the bag. Shefilled it half way with all the cans she could find and found milk jugs probably from the cows that were probably dead. She placed her hand on the faucet hoping against hope that it was running. Unfortunately the water wasn't running. She put the jugs aside and walked upstairs. She looked in the closets and found lots of gauze, disinfectant ointments and creams, and band aids. She put them all in the bag. while she was in the house she managed to find four lighters, (probably a smoker) some cords, and a towel, and she was quickly got lots of the kitchen butcher knives as well. She decided that was enough and she was walking down the front stairs when she heard Wayne yell for her that they were going now. She leaped off the last three steps and ran out the door. She immediately saw a dead pouncer on the ground. She saw Wayne a bloody mess and hurt. "Wayne!" She screamed softly as he motioned for her to hop on his bike. Hayley obeyed and ran over to him. He was on the bike already and she settled herself on the bike making sure everything she had gathered was secure and she had everything. Than as soon as she had her arms back around him, he sped off back in the direction they had come. "Wayne are you ok!?" She yelled over the wind. As she took the walkie and pressed the side of her face against his back. She lifted the talkie to her lips and pressed the button connecting her to Wess back in the van. "Wesley! We are on our way back And we found it!" She yelled into the talkie. She then put it into Wayne's pocket, and closed her eyes as they sped up making a dust storm in the wake behind them.

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Wayne tried his best to not take his hands off of the handle bars, but the blood was running in his eye and making it hard to see. He reached up to wipe his eye and had to swerve around a dead cow in the road. Fuck. He softly hollered and shifter the bike up into fifth gear. He looked behind to make sure no one was following and turned back. He sighed and flipped the switch on his radio and sang along to Carry On My Wayward Son. He wanted to let himself relax, but he knew he couldn't. He felt Hayley's grip tighten around his waist as he sped up and thought about what a sight he must have been to her. He hollered over the roar of the bike, I'm sorry for how I look dear. You hanging tight back there? He swerved around a dead body in the road and got a confused look on his face as he saw another body and then another. Somethings wrong Hay. He hollered and looked around worried. He blew through an intersection and hoped he wasn't too far behind. He glanced in his mirror and swore he saw something fall out of a tree. He turned back around and kept on. He glanced in his mirror occasionally and he knew. Hunter .. He whispered. Hayley? Your about to do something crazy, but your gonna have to trust me. He hollered back to her. I need you to watch behind us. There's a hunter hot on our trail; probably picked it up at the barn.He said. He reached his left arm back and wrapped it around Hayley. He looked in the mirror and the hunter was almost on him. He whipped her around to the front of the bike so she straddled his lap and was facing backwards. He pulled a pistol of his thigh and handed it to her. He took the other out of his back waistband and gave it to her to. Give em' hell hun,he said and kept driving as she started shooting. He could see something in the distance and as he got closer he realized it was the van. Once they were close, he whipped her back to the back and got closer to the speeding van. He drove up to the driver's window and motioned for her to keep going, but to roll down the window also. She did and Wayne hollered out, We're going to ride along beside you. He had to pause to spit some blood out of his mouth. It's to dangerous to stop and I'll motion when we're in the clear and fill the van up; We'll be right behind you. Tell Wes to call us on the walkie if you see anything up front. He saw Jen's reaction when she saw his face. It's just a little scratch. I'll be fine. He drifted back behind the van and hollered back to Hayley, I hope it's ok with you. If you have an objection, please tell me. If you want, I'll get you in that van somehow

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Hayley held onto Wayne's waist tightly as he sped up slightly.Wayne turned on the radio and tried to relax as he started singing to a song she hadn't heard. She laughed at how casual he was being when suddenly he started to serve left and right dodging dead bodies. This scared Hayley a bit and made her hold on even tighter. She was worried now because 1. why there were so many bodies on this one street and 2. If he might swerve out of control and injury them both in a crash. She heard him try and reassure her by asking how she was. "I'm fine Wayne just a bit shaken. Just wanna get to somewhere safe is all." She shouted back to Wayne loudly over the blaring wind around them. She closed her eyes and heard Wayne swear under his breath. He yelled back to her somethings wrong. Hayley opened her eyes and listened to Wayne with wide eyes surprised and a bit confused. He was explaining an infect called a Hunter was following them, that it came from the barn, and that she needed to get rid of it. She knew what she had to do when she saw and felt Wayne's big muscular arm reach back and grab her. Before she knew it he brought her around quickly and seated her right on his lap, straddling his waist. He handed her his pistols and she pressed against his chest with her body, wrapping her arms around his neck. She held on pressing her legs in on the bike and holding onto his ankles with her feet to keep her steady and stable in this weird position she was now in. She made sure his chin was on her shoulder but she felt bad because her hair must've been flying in his face. "Sorry." Hayley hollered over the noise. She heard Wayne say "Give em' hell hun." She smiled and giggled as she then raised the guns, aiming them straight for the infect that was only about 3 yards behind them now. She had never really liked using guns but figured 'Hey how different can it be than shooting arrows?' She shot twice at the infect and missed. "I just have to get used to it is all!" She hollered to Wayne. She knew she couldn't get the infect without doing her strategy when in danger and her adrenaline was pumping like this. She closed her eyes for two seconds and held in her breathe. When she opened them the infect was jumping in mid air jumping at them. Hayley took a deep breath and suddenly she saw everything in a different way. She made time and everything around her freeze or slow down momentarily. She let out the breathe she had been holding in and pulled the trigger releasing the bullet into the rotten skull of the infected being. He fell to the ground and they sped away. When she said, "He's gone Wayne." He then proceeded to to whip her body back around to the back and after about 5 minutes after they spotted the van. They sped up fast and Hayley held on tightly to Wayne. He yelled over to Jennifer and Wess then slowed up a bit and fell behind driving along with the same speed or the van. Wayne asked if she wanted to be in the van. Well the van is cramped and might get hot. She yelled into his ear, "Nah I'm good with you Wayne. Besides I feel useless sitting in the van. It's much more fun out here riding with you." She laughed and grinned at the comment she made. "But Wayne are you ok?" She asked concern filling her voice. He looked pretty beaten up from the pouncer at the barn. Hayley decided to pull out her handkerchief from her pocket. She reached up to Wayne's mouth and wiped the blood off his mouth and then quickly wiped at the cut across his eye.

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God it was quiet... One foot fall after the other, the crunch of shoes on gravel the only sound Dani could hear as she walked along the side of the highway. Her Ipod's battery was on its last stretch, so she had decided to turn it off, instead, listening out for any signs of life... Proper life that is. The sun scorched down, making her long dark hair hot to touch and causing rivulets of sweat to form and drip down her back. Her face was slightly red, the sleeves of her red and cream long sleeved shirt rolled up to her elbows, doing nothing to stop her pale olive skin from getting burnt. She hated this... She hated this whole situation that she was in... Her hands clenched tighter on the handle of her baseball bat, grumbling something in Korean that didn't really mean anything. The gun tapped on the side of her leg, making small clacking noises, her backpack clunking and rustling. She had managed to walk this far already, but her legs were getting weak, her head light and her lips dry. Finally, Dani decided to sit and take a rest, flopping down on the side of the road and pulling out a drink bottle from her pack, swilling the first mouthful in her mouth and spitting it out, then taking a long drink of the sweet, clean water. She grabbed a muesli bar and took a hungry bite, having not eaten for almost 2 days now. She had decided only to eat when completely necessary, to reserve her previsions. Grabbing a band aid from her first-aid kit, she sucked on her finger, a blister starting to grow from where her bat rubbed as she held it. Wrapping the band aid around it, she sighed, looking over the road with deep brown eyes, almost black. She heard them before she saw them.

Engines... Two of them... Motorbike? And a large vehicle! She jumped up, grabbing her things and waving her hands in the air, calling out as the vehicles came towards her. Survivors, they had to be!
"Help! Please Help me! I'm not infected! Please Please, I need some help!" She waved her bat in the air, unrolling her sleeves so that the red might catch their attention. She wanted shade, she wanted to stop walking. She jumped up and down, hoping the people on the motorbike, or in what now appeared to be a police van, would take pity on the 14 year old Asian girl on the side of a road.

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☣ Heather Fairbanks ☣
Location: Moving Police Van | Just outside Milwaukee, WI


Heather dreamed of home. Though, unlike most people, home was not a comforting thought for her. The constant moving, the smell of drugs and booze, screaming between Violet and her father, her father getting angry and swinging at her sister, whores in and out of the house every night. Her home had been a living hell. Even before the virus had broken out, her life had never been easy.

Then the dream shifted. It was later, just before the 84K virus had gone airborne. Violet was out getting their fathers latest fix while she sat at home coloring a picture, her dad laying knocked out on the couch behind her. They didn't have television in the tiny house, just a little radio, so they knew a little about the virus, but not a lot. Not as much as they should have. They knew it was deadly. That it was practically incurable, but not what it did to the human brain. Not that it turned people into monsters. Afterall, the disease had just started to spread.

Their father had been sick for days. He'd died in the middle of the night only to come back to them, perfectly healthy and demanding his drugs. Not a few hours later, he started getting sick again. Three days later and there Heather sat, on the floor of her living room, coloring a picture, while her dying father screamed and moaned in pain behind her on the bed.

She hadn't even noticed when he'd started to get up. Slowly, deliberately, the man rose and clasped Heather on the shoulder, making her jump, throwing her crayons everywhere. He chased her through the house and backed her into the kitchen. His skin was bleeding where he'd scratched himself too hard and, from his mouth a terrible noise gurgled.

Crying and shaking, Heather grabbed a kitchen knife and backed into the corner of her kitchen counter, holding the knife before her. "Daddy?" She cried as he advanced on her. "Daddy, please. Do you need something? Vi-" She choked. "Vi's getting you your stuff. Just wait, she'll be home soon. It's okay." She tried to speak to him in the same voice one would use for a child, but it came out all wrong because in this case, she was the crying child.

He came towards her, closing the distance and, just as his teeth sunk into her neck, she jammed the knife forward with a shriek, into his stomach. It caused him to stumble backwards, holding his stomach, but it only took a second before he was on her again. Her neck was bleeding a lot and she was already starting to get lightheaded. Weakly, she made a grab for the knife, but her grip slipped and he caught her in his arms, crushing her little body to his.

He was squeezing her. Like a boa constrictor squeezing the life out of it's prey. Slowly, she gave up kicking, her attempts becoming nothing more than short twitches of the muscle as spots started to cloud her vision.

But there was another sound in the room now. Running feet.

Her fathers grip on her loosened and there was a loud crash. The last thing she remembered before falling unconscious was a metal baseball bat crashing to the gound and Violet, bending down to catch her safely as she always had.


Heather woke with a start, sitting up abruptly, panting like a dog. Her chest heaved and her hand instinctively flew to her neck. Sticky liquid still ran down it, but she was thankful to find that it was only sweat. Just a dream. She told herself as she looked about. They were all still in the van, driving along steadily. Bee softly fingered the scar on her neck from that night. That was how she'd become a carrier. She'd been bit by one of them. Luckily, she hadn't gotten the virus though.

She sighed and dropped her face into her hands, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with a yawn. "Damn nightmares." She hissed and looked at the others. Hayley and Wayne were missing, but the sound of a motorcycle in the distance confirmed that Wayne was on his bike. Hayley was probably with him.

Heather looked at Wess. Now that he was no longer threatening Vi, he looked like nothing more than a teddy bear and she instinctively wanted to crawl over to him and give him a hug. Instead she looked at Violet. "Vi." She said, speaking softly. "Vi I'm hungry..." Bee looked at their bag tentatively. Violet had this thing about food rationing. They'd shared one can of cold chicken noodle soup between the both of them for three days. "I mean really hungry." She said, wringing her hands in her lap. They didn't have much food left, but she really wanted a full can of something to herself. Nothing half-assed.

☤ Violet Fairbanks ☤
Location: Moving Police Van | Just outside Milwaukee, WI


Violet watched the others for a while in silence, eyes quietly observing them as they went about sleeping, talking, singing, hopping on motorcycles, whatever. The closeness of the van was driving her absolutely crazy and she mentally kicked herself for not volunteering to hop on the motorcycle with Wayne. Riding out in the open air would be great. It was exactly what she needed. She'd never been great with a lot of people or crammed spaces.

It was all she could do not to wring somebody's neck.

She'd never get any sleep in the van, that was for sure. Biting her lip, she tried to focus on her sisters breathing, the voices of Penfold and Jenn in the front, anything but the fact that she was in a van with seven other people. Then her sister sat up suddenly, sweating and panting like a mad man. "Woah Honey-bee." She said, kissing her sisters forehead. "Chill. Just a bad dream."

"Vi." The girl spoke quietly. "Vi I'm hungry..." She watched her look at the bag and Violet let out a huff, running her fingers through long blonde hair. She glanced about. Great. Another perk about having so many people around. Judgement. If she didn't give her eleven year old sister a can of food, she'd look like a jerk. What the fuck ever. She thought to herself. I'll raise her how I want. She was about to say no when Heather spoke again. "I mean really hungry."

"Oh you're really hungry are you?" She rolled her eyes and reached into their bag, grabbing a can of Spaghetti-O's and rolling it in her hand. "I'm pretty sure the rest of us are too, but.. Since you're so damned special..." Violet flicked out her knife and cut the can open, handing it to her sister with a smile as she rumpled her blonde and pink hair.

"Don't waste it." She said with a sigh and leaned back against the side of the van.

Suddenly a thump on the roof made her sit upright. What the hell...? She thought as something jammed claws into the metal and began to tear, a loud, earsplitting metallic shriek filling the air. Violet cringed. A Hunter. They had much sharper claws than most infected and were the only ones with enough speed and balance to be able to stay up there. He'd probably leapt from a nearby tree.

Wasting no time, Vi whipped out her gun and raised it shooting three times. The first got her a shriek from the creature, but it persisted. The second shot was a miss, but the third shot seemed to have work because there was a thudding noise as the creature rolled off the van into the street. Heart pounding, Violet sat down again and sighed.

A moment later, Wayne pulled up on his bike and informed Jenn that there was a town up ahead and him and Hayley were going to head in first to scout. Good. A town. Violet thought with a sigh. "Jenn?" She asked, leaning forward. "Think we can stop in the town? Maybe find a hotel?" She glanced at the others. "I don't know about you guys, but I really need a good shower and a meal in me right now." She said with a smirk before looking back at Jenn. The woman merely nodded and pulled off to follow Wayne and Hayley on the bike.

Maybe Violet could find some car dealership or a Harley's so she could get herself a motorcycle. She'd only driven one a few times, but she would give anything to be out of the van with so many people.

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Jennifer wanted more than anything to just keep going until they reached Dellwood, but so far things had been almost to simple. As Wayne pulled up by her and waved her to keep going, she knew they had company, and sped the van into the road. Yup, a cluster of dead bodies. "Hang on!" she commanded, as if disobeying that would be any sort of good idea as the van swayed from side to side to avoid the dead bodies. She looked over at Penfold "keep lookout on everything but the road right ahead" she commanded. She needed to pay close attention, the road was a complete mess

She was alerted that there was someone... waving in the distance. She had to be a survivor, so far at least. She pulled the lever to open the door "We've probably got company, so I can't stop, Penfold I need you to grab her as we pass" she commanded, slowing down the van to just over can't-outrun-it-speed, waiting for Penfold to grab the girl, then closed the door.

"Nice to meet you, hop in the back" she said to the girl, realizing just how little she had both slept and ate the last days, as that cracked her up completely, she just started laughing hysterically.

They drove on for enough for her to almost stop laughing bit before the real company hit them, Jen jumped so high in her seat that the van swirled "SHIT!" she screamed, as Violet started shooting at the roof. When the creature fell, and Violet asked if they could stop at a hotel, Jen started laughing hysterically again. "I actually wanna say no way we're stopping, but there's a hole in my roof" she hived out in laughter, wiping her eyes of laughter tears, thinking about the absurdity of the whole situation "So I need to find a hard wear store and mount some heavy shields on the car" she snickered. She pulled herself together and focused on the road, harking a little. She was glad that the emotional outburst had happened in that way, not the other.


(OOC: Tagsystem's messing with me, got two Violets and no Penfold...)

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The Van came closser and closser, slowling down... But not enough. They were going to go past! She called out more, louder, then suddenly felt a yank at her shirt, Being pulled into an open door onto a mans lap. She screamed, blushing slightly and covering her mouth, heart pounding, eyes squeazed shut until she heard a man and a woman telling her to move into the back of the van. She scrambled over the middle console, into the back of the van, holding her bat close so she wouldn't hit anyone. She slumed down on the vloor of the van, shutting her eyes and trying to calm the adreneline that flooded through her veins. Her hands trembled and she felt kind of stupid... The others in here had probably been through a lot worse then her, But she had just been pulled into a moving van! That was a frightening experience! She bit her lip and clenched at her bat, trying to stop the shaking as she peered around at the others in the van.

"H-Hello... Th-Thought I might d-drop in..." She tried to lighten the mood a bit, but doubted it would work.

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Character Portrait: Hayley Collin Humphrey Character Portrait: Violet Fairbanks Character Portrait: Penfold Character Portrait: Wayne "Sarge" Hardy Character Portrait: Heather Fairbanks Character Portrait: Blair Lee Blake
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Wayne listened to Hayley's story of her a past and allowed a small smile to creep up on his face when she kissed the back of his neck. He took a long drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke out of his nose; He heard Hay cough so he took it out of his mouth and flicked it away. Keep you eyes open Hay. He called back to her. He had to start weaving in and out of cars the closer to town the got. He felt Hayley squeeze his chest and it couldn't help but bring back old memories. Those sweet nights with his wife when he cam home from Iraq made for the best loving. He shook his head and was suddenly jerked from reality when he heard gunshots. He skidded the bike to a stop and watched as a hunter flew off the roof and the man with the accent climbed on top and finished off the rest. He waited until he was sure that they were okay and continued into the city. He started to slow and he was soon covered in the shade of buildings. He carefully scanned the streets and rooftops; ever ready for an attack. He kept his eyes on the road and turned his head to the side, Hayley, keep your eyes open for an holtel. One that's not particulary in the middle of town. He said in a cautious voice. Also, keep your eyes open for a car delarship or a trucking yard. I have a feeling we'll be needing a new van. He took a right down the next street and kept cruising through the streets. He scanned the buildings and as they passed an office building, he saw infected in the lobby, scrounging on helpless people. He shook his head in disgust and slowed down as they approached a gas station. Radio back to Jennifer and tell her to not come into town yet. Tell her I'll find a holtel then get her a safe route. He said and stopped his bike by a gas pump. He slowly got off and drew a pistol from his hip. He pulled the handle out of its holder and checked for gas. When it started to drip out, he filled up his tanks. He let Hayley finish while he crept inside of the gas station. It hadn't been hit yet, but there were bodies covering the floors. He carefull stepped around the and started to fill up his back with can food and snacks. He grabbed a hershey bar and a pack of M&M's for the little one and a couple more carton's of smokes. He walked back out side in time to see a infect approaching Hayley. He started to run towards her and she looked up at him with a confused look on her face. He motioned with his arms to look behind her and when she turned it was fixing to grab her. He kept runnning a pulled a knife from his belt. In one fluid motion he kicked off of the gas pump and landed on top of the infect; driviing the knife in its skull. He raised himself up and spit on the ground. I'm about tired of this shit. He grumbled.

They loaded up on the bike and continued through town. Wayne finally spotted the perfect moltel and motioned for Hayley to radio Jennifer, telling her that they had found a moltel. He took the radio from Hayley when she was finished and gave Jennifer directions to get to them. He parked his bike and walked around while he waited for the van to pull up. They were on the very edge of town and had the perfect escape route if they needed it. The van pulled up beside him and he chuckled at the sight of the battered van and watched everyone file out. Glad you could make it officer. Wayne called out and smiled as Jen walked up to him. He grabbed his back pack and swung his rifle around to his front. He put the pack on and grabbed the saddle bags. I know it's not as comfortable as a holtel, but I figured the rooms on the outside would make it easier to get away if we needed to. He said and shrugged his shoulders. He walked over to a room and tried it's handle. When it didn't budge, he took a step back and kicked the door. He walked in and threw the bags on one of the beds and checked the rest of the room. He walked back outside, Their are two beds in each room is big. We can bunk together or you can take seperate rooms. He said and looked at everyone. He walked back inside and fished the candy out of his bag. He walked back out to the little one and knelt down beside her, It's not much dear, but I was hoping you would like it. He said and looked in her eyes. A wave of sadness washed over him and he quickly stood up. He looked over at the little one's sister and spoke to everyone, Once you get settled, come see me please. I have plenty of food for everyone. He said and looked towards the ground. He looked up at Jennifer and walked back in his room.