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The Damned II

New Raven

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a part of The Damned II, by QuarantinedThoughts.

When entering the City please watch your step, walking in the wrong territory can have it removed.

QuarantinedThoughts holds sovereignty over New Raven, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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"The small City hold a whole new world, where people die over food, Zombie attacks are normal and being loyal to anyone outside of ones self is unusual and often deadly. Running from something or standing to fight sooner or later this small city will fall, but as of right now it lives and we live in it, with it and when it falls so will we." ~ A one time resident of New Raven. The statement holds true though. Protect you territory, protect your few, if any, friends, and protect yourself. By doing so your protect your protection from bigger and deadlier swarms of Zombies. The city.
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New Raven

When entering the City please watch your step, walking in the wrong territory can have it removed.

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New Raven is a part of The Damned II.

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Bacon (Jeffery Nabdron) [9] "Let's make it sizzle."
Naomi Phillips [8] "Loosen up, it feels like everyone's expecting a funeral around here."
Sammi Lance [6] "Pain is a mind game, becasue if you cant feel the cut it doesnt hurt, its not until you see it does the pain really start."
Rowean Hope [5] "Fighting is somthing im just good at, dont doubt me"
Maystin [4] How do you taste?
The Nomad [2] "Welcome to Hell, call me when you're ready to give up."
Jasmine Chaves [2] "Awww you don't like pain? Well too bad, you're going to get plenty of it."
Madd Dog Mcgee [1] "F*ck with me, an' I'll feed you to Jack..."
Randall Towns [1] Life does not have to be all dirt and grime. In between deaths there is no reason not to have a nice glass of wine

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Rowean Hope

It was a hot sticky after noon that was relatively quite, the barren land still and only the sound of a muffled crunch could barely be heard as the slight figure walked at a steady pace through the land, a gun in each hand. Rowean could see that on the horizon was a city, it would have once been highly populated but now probably filled with gangs of the unaffected that she had avoided in the last smaller city she had gone through, it also be a calling signal to the swarms of undead she was lucky to miss this morning.

It was a couple hours walk before the young girl made it in to the city, the hood of her white cloak was drawn so her face was shadowed and hidden ed from view. Her hair was cut short in many choppy layers to frame her face and her bright blue eyes searched the city for life, or undead. So far it was peaceful, she could see a mall as she walked on careful to stick to shadows, it looked locked tight. A gang probably resided in there but she couldn't sense danger and frowned. Instead of tempting fate though she walked on, half hoping half not to find another human to figure out what was going on.

Sammie Lance

Sitting deep in an abandoned factory Sammi relaxed, the whole buildings frame was iron and most of the middle in the factory was as well making this the safest place for her. Especially sense there was no one there to make her emotions sky rocket and so wont end up hurting herself or someone else. Looking around she realized it was getting late and she hadn't been in headquarters for a couple weeks, frowning she sighed and relaxed again he wouldn't demote her. She was to useful and if he needed he he knew where to find her, pulling her sandy dreads into a knot atop her head she closed her eyes, she had not done her make up which gave her an innocent and naive look that many people mistook for real. She wasn't any where near being innocent.

(I don't do long intros, sorry)

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Randall swerved around the hulking corpses of old cars easily enough, the motorcycle he was riding made it easily enough. He had been riding for the last few days, doing his best to find enough gas to get this far. He remembered being told that once there was plenty of it, oil that was, and that vehicles very rarely did not have gas. Now it had taken the last of his money, a tiny fortune almost, to get enough so that he was here. New Raven. Randall's eyes scanned the city easily enough as he rode closer, taking everything in as best as he could. He'd been told by an old friend that the city held promise, that he had managed to find a place here. It had been over a year though since they had last spoken, it would not be too surprising if he was dead by now. Still the idea attracted him, after having to leave his last home this was as good a place to settle down at as any.

As he got closer to the city line he pulled a black Glock from his waist and set it in front of him in a small indent on the bike so that it wouldn't fall off too easily but would be at hand if needed. Time spent dealing with criminals had taught him that no matter what, you had to prepare for the worst case situation. He couldn't help but think that the site of him might attract a little attention. He doubted that it was every day someone in a suit rode into town. Even now, with the dust covering him from the long time on the road, he could not help but dress a little better than most. He was wearing one of the few suits he had, it would not be too long before even that would have to be discarded.

Randall refocused his mind as the first city shadows came upon him, his eyes scanned every rooftop and every alleyway he could see. He did not have a lot of gas left, it would be just enough to get him out of town if something went down. He looked around as he searched for any living soul. He would need to find out were the foxes were, and hopeful find out if his old friend was still alive.

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Bacon - Near Mayday Bandit Territory

Bacon was almost back to the hideout. He'd kept to the side streets as he knew there were still plenty of rotters running loose through the streets. He'd just recently left a large mob behind after he'd stopped for a moment to eat. He had stopped to use a group of zombies as target practice but ended up getting surrounded. Taking refuge in a boarded up home, he'd eaten and recuperated some before narrowly escaping them breaking in. He paused for a moment at a corner. He heard the unmistakable sound of an engine muffled though it was by distance.

Must be someone new to town he'd seen most of the locals before that weren't already dead and none of them traveled around so loudly. He didn't have time to worry about that though. Things were still bleak back at the base what with the recent shortage in food supplies. Shifting the weight of the pack he started again towards home. He only had a few more minutes travel before he'd be back in Mayday territory once he reached the gas station near here it wouldn't be long before making it home.

Bacon hadn't been in town long himself, only a few years, but he had definitely made a name for himself as a scavenger and as a fierce fight when backed into a corner. He'd managed to land a nice spot with the Mayday Bandits, they were a rowdy bunch but overall good hearted and in the end sometimes that's what matters.



Maystin - Basement of a Diamond Dog Safehouse


The air was thick with dust. This place wasn't used very often and the recent activity in the room had disturbed the thick film of it that had been everywhere. In the center of the room a bruised man was tied down in a metal chair. It was secured into the ground by bolts and the man by chains. He wasn't going anywhere.

"You'll.. never... win." The brown haired victim sputtered between breathes of blood.

"That's where you are wrong. I'm the best at these things and you will be broken." Gerald responded as he pulled at the end of his glove tightening it on his hand. It had loosened during his last round of punishments.

The man was a spy for the Todd Foxes. They'd planted him a few months back trying to sabotage the Diamond Dog's food supplies. As of late things hadn't been going so well for them and food was a shortage in general. The only gang really living it up was the Todd Foxes as they hoarded everything. It had become Maystin's task to not only find out which gang the man was from originally but now squeeze out any information related to the Todd Foxes supply caches around town. They knew most of it was kept in their HQ but they were hoarders and hoarders kept shit everywhere.

"Speak! Or I'll really get angry and you don't really want me to start getting creative." Gerald roared as he hit the man again and again. Silence followed only broken by the harsh breathing and blood filled coughing fits. He'd already done a number on the man to break him in the first place. The loyalty some people had always seemed to find a way to shock him. The concept still alien to him.

His eye twitched as the frustration began to set in. He moved away from the center of the room to a wooden crate nearby. Rummaging within it he began to hum a little diddy. It wasn't long before he procured some rather disturbing looking instruments with a wicked grin. It wasn't long before the room filled with the cries of pain.

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Rowean

Getting farther into into the city Rowean started to hear screaming and even though she felt danger toward that area she walked carefully toward it and peaked into a window to seea man torturing another scared but angry she walked into the building through a creaked doorway, her steps made no sound as she steped quitely toward him. "Stop..." Noticing he didnt hear her she got closer "Stop!" She cried alittle louder, she looked around her and noticed the inside of the building. Instinct made her stay a certain distant away and one gun sat in her hand carfully balanced, her eyes, still hooded and her face still unseen, roamed the two men. "I dont know wahts going on but I do know that if I have to intervein shits going down." Her voice carried through the building as she circled around him.

Sammi

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Thane stepped out from the bar, sunlight beating his eyes as they adjusted from the darkness at the counter inside. "Ugh. Too damn bright out. Thought the end of the world would be darker. Clouds, and doom and gloom everywhere." He muttered to himself. With a sigh, her finished off the final few drops of his beer and tossed the bottle in the dumpster. "Watered down swill. Can't find a good brew for miles." He sat down on his motorcycle and started the engine. "Might as well see what I can find before I head back." He said eyeing the old factory a few blocks down. He peeled out of the gravel lot in front of the bar and sped off towards it, stopping only when he got there. As he stepped inside, he drew his revolver and spun the chamber around, whistling as he did. His hopes were to draw out anyone, or anything inside the run down building.

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Jasmine slowly strolled through the streets of New Raven, her rifle strapped across her back, her feet slightly dragging as she moved across the ground. Dust kicked up from the front of her feet, she watched the particles of dirt float away with the wind when it blew. She was traveling towards the center of New Raven, uncertain why though, perhaps it was just for the quiet of the streets and the feeling of the sun on her skin. Whatever her intentions where, most likely it wasn't for the good of anyone else but herself. She hummed to herself as she walked, the only sounds she heard were the sounds of her own footsteps and the occasional howl of the wind between buidlings.

New Raven seemed quiet that day, until the odd sound of an engine caught her attention. It was something she hadn't heard around before. It was certainly the sound of someone new coming into the city, but who exactly were they and why did they come all the way here? So noisey at that too. What intrigued her more is what he could possibly be carrying with him, perhaps something of value she could take from him.A devilish smiled played upon her lips as she thought about it for a moment, though if they were armed it wouldn't much be worth the trouble.

Jasmine shrugged her shoulders as she tried to decide on what to do, either she could go back to Diamond Dog territory, or keep walking around in the streets. The woman spun in a circle before stopping and running off down the street, opposite directon of where the territory was. She'd rather be out wondering than coop up with nothing interesting to do.

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Naomi Phillips


Rubbing her eyes, Naomi awoke from a nap on the sofa in the room she had thus far claimed for herself. If nothing else, living in a hotel had its advantages, there was never a shortage of things to sleep on. She glanced silently at her watch, she had been out for only a few hours at most, but things could go to hell in less. Her backpack was placed back over her shoulder, never going anywhere without it, no exceptions. She tousled her hair and walked through the doorway, closing it softly behind her. There was a lobby of sorts in which the Bandits frequented within the hotel, it was the best place to take a quick head count. If nothing else, then to calm her nerves.

Descending the last flight of stairs, she saw what consisted of her group sitting around. Some where playing cards, others just talking. Scanning the room, a voice spoke up from across one of the tables. "If you're thinkin' it looks a little empty, Bacon went out." It came from someone they affectionally called Tito, a human a few years younger than Naomi. "Alone?" Naomi frowned, she didn't like it when people left by themselves. It wasn't that she thought Bacon personally couldn't take care of himself, just the rival gangs had been more active lately, more aggressive. No doubt due to the food shortage, she just preferred people had better odds when they left, not that it was a rule that was greatly enforced. Tito replied with his usual goofy tone, not even looking away from his poker game, "Yeah, we're all gettin' a little hungry here. I wasn't gonna stop 'im." Naomi rolled her eyes, "How long ago?". "Dunno." He smirked, as if he was amused by the fact that she would even bother to ask. "Alright, alright. I'll take a quick look. Nobody die before I get back, 'kay?" she joked back, the last part directed to the group, although (to no surprise of hers), no one bothered to acknowledge the comment.

Climbing out the closest window, she descended the fire escape and landed with a thud on the ground. Reaching to the skateboard she kept poking out of her pack, she placed it on the ground and sped off in the direction of the old gas station. It was a good vigilance and boundary point for their territory, surrounded by markings she knew all too well. It wasn't far from the hotel, it only took a few minutes by board, and the alley ways were almost void of any life at all. No rats, no nothing. She reached the gas station, climbing and shimming her way to the top, her board back safely in her backpack. Looking around, she saw a figure moving. Close, but not very. She couldn't tell the identify of it, but it was definitely a person, not one of those...things.

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Gerald Maystin - Basement of a Diamond Dog Safehouse

"One. Two. Three. Peel! One two three. Peel!" Gerald was hunched over the man with a pair of pliers peeling the man's finger tips in time with his sing-song words. When he suddenly became aware he was no longer alone in the room. "Seems we have company Trevor. My delicious morsel just you hold that thought."

"Stop!" The voice cried out as he turned to the figure slowly circling around him.

He couldn't make out much besides it was a small female in an ivory colored cloak with jeans. She was obscuring her face with her bits of distinctly brown hair and the cloak. He studied her with his eyes not moving, not breathing as she circled. A silence ensued as the two stared eachother down only to be broken by the dying gurgles of the man. He'd long since taken more punishment then his body could hand and Gerald had only been preparing to indulge himself. He'd already started with the other arm which was missing up to the elbow. Gerald grinned allowing some blood to ooze from his lips as he eyed the girl with the gun. He didn't think he knew her but it was hard to tell with her being masked. Deciding he was intrigued by her guts to even be in Diamond Dog territory let alone interrupting him.

"Do you know who I am? Do you know where you are? To what end do I owe this honor of interruption?" The grin never leaving his face as he watched her for a reaction mentally preparing himself again for her eventual attack. At the same time he'd probe her trying to get a feel for her mind softly pressing against it.

Bacon - Inside Mayday Petrol

He was coming in view of the gas station now. He'd noticed that other then the sound of the motorcycle earlier he hadn't seen anything alive or dead since leaving his last shelter. Stepping up on the curb from the street into the gas station's parking lot he figured he'd check to see if anyone was inside or left any new for him. They had their own system of keeping announcements through a variety seemingly random things set in a certain order.

He crossed the small parking lot heading into the building slowly waiting for an ambush that never came. He was only a few minutes away from the hotel now but he was actually kind of thirsty and he knew that there was a faucet that actually had running clean water in here. He moved through the small mostly barren store towards the one restroom.

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Rowean

Stopping the circleing when she was behind the dying man and facing the psychotic man Rowean smiled even though she knew he wouldnt be able to tell, "You my dear are psychotic, I am a female who dislikes people killing for fun, and you should feel honored sense im sure no other girl has willing come this close to you in years." She laughed and when she felt an odd sensation of somthing poking her head imdiatly she touched her temples and sighed imagianing walls pushing out the pain, she thought it was just a headach she was ignoring but really it was Maystin she just pushed out. "You may call me Rowean though if it pleases you." She was polite and her voice gentle, it was a voice taht was use to being listened to.

Sammi

Sitting on the second story, where anyone else couldnt reach do to the fact that there were no staries Sammi had removed them useing her power to get to the top. Peeking over the edge of the pathway and smiled at the man trying to be intimadating. "Hello, you are not who I was expecting, not at all." She laughed down at him, the iron around her hummed happily awaiting her command. Iron that was used often by Sammi started to 'live' and respond to her quicker and even helping without her commanding it to. THe iron would probably start to feel warm to the man, the whole building would really. "New to town huh? Just letting you know this is Jackal's building...MY building and I'm not sure if I like you enough to share." Her voice was dark, cold, and unforgiving.

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"Well really now Samantha," Thane remarked peering up at her. In the blink of an eye, he was at the top of the stairs. "I know it's been a while since I've been back," In the next instant he was leaning on the railing no more than two feet from her. "But you've forgotten me all ready? What a shame." His ivory handled revolver hung by it's safety-latched trigger from his finger. "You know, seeing as how you've claimed this building, and I, well I practically own the Jackals" He said, slowly walking around around to her other side. "Then I suppose this building is mine. So it looks to me like you have to share." He finished in a teasing tone.

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Naomi Phillips


Naomi peered over the edge of the roof, watching the figure grow closer and closer until she was sure it was the guy she was looking for. He hadn't seemed to notice her, though. She smiled, glad things had gone as smoothly as ever. In times like these, ease was a luxury very difficult to find. And better yet, he didn't even seem injured or anything. Comically oblivious of her presence, but none the less unharmed. At least, for what she could see, anyway. Her eyes followed his movements as he crossed practically under her and into the store she was perched upon. No doubt trying for some water, which was almost as rare as ease. Maybe it would just be easier to say that everything beneficial in the slightest was getting a little sparse.

Keeping a grip on the edge with her hands, she pushed her body off the roof, then let herself drop. The drop was only about three feet once she had dangled, but she still stumbled a little bit. Bacon was moving towards the bathroom, but Naomi quickly pushed open the door and announced an enthusiastic, "Boo!" She followed it up with a small laugh, adding with a joking tone, "If I wasn't coming with such good intentions, you'd be in quite the situation, huh?" Another laugh, closing the door behind her.

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Sammi made a face at Thane, "Dont call me Samantha, I hate that...And stop flashing!" it was her term for when her slowed time down for himself, "Its not my fault I havent seen you forever." Though it kinda was last time he was in town she refused to leave her building for a month and a half and he didnt come to see her, when she finally vetured out he had left to wonder agian meaning she had yet to see him for a while. "Dont you remember last time you flashed at me?" She asked him with a disguntled look, she had pulled up a sheild with spikes and if he hadnt stopped in time would have been impaled, almost was. "Soooo boss man, whats up?" She finally said giving him a beautiful smile as she moved alittle so THane could seat on her comfy area of blankets and pillows that was similar to a nest.

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"One last time." He said as he vanished yet again. With a tug, he pulled Sammi backwards onto the nest with him. "Last one I promise." He said as they fell into the cushion. His bandanna came loose, revealing a large new scar that ran down the side of his jaw to the middle of his neck. "I'm back for a time," he said as he felt around the blankets for the piece of cloth that came loose. "Figured I'd check in, get a drink, see that smile again. It's always been a cut above the others." Finally he found the bandanna and stuffed it in his pocket. "Almost finished with the mechanics project, still looking for a couple parts but found some more while I was out."

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Gerald Maystin - Basement of Diamond Dog Safe House

He narrowed his eyes at the woman as she pushed him out and tried to insult him but only for a moment. As she finished her speel he slowly raised his right hand keeping his fingers balled except for the pointer. He then proceeded to wag his finger at her in protest.

"Rowean. I admire your aggressive will but I think you still don't seem to understand. Even if you miraculiously take me out. We are deep in my neck of the woods, girl. How you even managed to wander in this far unharrased is a mystery to me. "

He stopped taking a breath and stepping away from the probably now dead man.

"See the sound of violence is like a beacon to my brethren. With so many of us nearby I don't think it would be pleasant for you though I doubt there'd be much left for them after I was finished with you. I'd still like to have some civility for a time though. You could be interesting Rowean. As I said you've made it this far already."

He watched her still waiting for the moment she made her decision on how this was going to go.

Bacon - Inside Mayday Petrol

He was just about to open the door to the bathroom when he heard something. As he turned though he almost jumped out of his skin and instinctively pulled his lighter from his pocket. He was startled by Naomi as she stepped in shouting trying to scare him. After his intial shock left him he grinned. He was glad to see another person from the gang and she was one of his better friends he'd made since coming here. He had left without really telling anyone where he was going so it only made since of all the people to come looking for him or to run into it'd be her.

"Naomi, you scared the shit out of me! I could have hurt you. I was literally two seconds from putting forth everything to blast whatever you could have been into a smoldering pile of whatever. Come here you bitch."

He was still grinning as he stepped towards her forgetting about his thirst he open his arms to try and embrace her.

"I got food."

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"Come on you pussy, push harder!" Screams of encouragement rang through the hallowed passages the twisted and turned all around Madd Dog as small trickles of sunlight streamed down on him from the slightly ajar manhole cover. So far he has been waiting for Wolfgang to pry open the cover for a whole ten minutes, and this part part of the sewers was particularly ripe to begin with, not to mention he was up to his knees in sewer waste. Needless to say he was not a happy camper.

"Hey, if you think you can do better, why don't you try!" That was it. He had enough of Wolfgang today. All he really did was sit on his ass and stuff his fat face and big mouth anyway. It was time to give him another reason to lay down.

Carful not to touch the blade of his signature machete, he reached for todays arsenal, which consisted of some sort of rifle, although he couldn't place which model just by feeling it, and there was no significant light source in the surrounding sewers. Once he managed to get a good grip on it, and get into the proper firing stance, he blindly fired up through the sewer exit right at Wolfgang. The flare of the gun muzzle and screams filled the air.

A split second later, nothing. he was surrounded by people, but everyone knew better than to talk and break the silence the shrouded them. Instead, one of the grunts opted to climb up and pry what was left of Wolfgang off the makeshift ladder. His body landed face down in the water with a satisfying splash, and The last of wolfgang floated away from the group leaving a trail of crimson red blood leading to an unknown location.

Ok, so maybe Madd Dog didn't mean to kill him. He was trying to wing it, shoot him in the foot or something. Not that it was a big deal. Everybody knew Wolfgang was a slacker, and he was getting a little to comfortable in his position as a luiteniant. Madd Dog was always looking for discreet way to bump him. It doesn't exactly encourage replacements when the last guy was killed for not doing a good enough job, even though when someone with a good spot in the gang went down, there were always ten more skilled guys lined up to replace them. Besides, as long as he was wearing the crown around here, nothing could go wrong.

His thoughts were interrupted when another random climbed up the ladder and managed to jack open the entryway together. Sunlight poured in and blinded everyone with its awesome glare. One by one, members poured out into the sunlight and afternoon breeze. Almost everyone else sped off into random districts of the city, to gather supplies, patrol Diamond dog territory, Ect., Ect. But not Madd Dog and his right hand man, bill. Without a word, they hopped on their bikes in a secret stash nearby and headed out.

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"So, where we headed?" Bill questioned, as Madd Dog had stopped to assess where they were in the city and check his compass.

"You know those bodys piled up in the back of the freezer?" Mcgee chimed randomly, with a almost forlorn tone.

"Um, yea, what about them?" Bill responded confused by the randomness of the statement. He had conversations with magee that went like this before, but they always took him by surprise.

"You'll see..." Madd Dog retorted with a almost school-girl giggle of excitement. Bill knew has heard this before. It was always followed by one of Madd Dogs wild plans he didn't like it one bit.

Just as Bill was going to question him further, screams of pain echoed around them.

"Ah, maystin..." He cooed, wiping a tear of joy from his eye, before turning to bill and saying "lets go.".

And with that, they raced toward the disturbance.

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Naomi Phillips


"Naomi, you scared the shit out of me! I could have hurt you. I was literally two seconds from putting forth everything to blast whatever you could have been into a smoldering pile of whatever. Come here you bitch." Naomi smiled, she could tell she caught him completely off guard, he wasn’t kidding when he said he was close to letting her have it. It wasn’t something she’d flinch over, though, not yet.

”The key element there is the two seconds. I’ll worry when you actually do something.” She smirked wide, wrapping her arms lightly in her customary bro-hug. ”I’m glad I scared you, you little shit. Now we’re even. I hope you got enough food in there to make up for it.” She let her arms drop, her joking nature now turning to an inquisiting one. ”Who’s area did you get it from anyway? All ours are tapped.”

A sudden concern started to rise in her, whether or not they needed to be worried of some less than forgiving territory owners becoming aware of their intrusion. Certain areas allowed for more autonomy than others, but she couldn’t attest to their food levels. It was all a numbers game in these times. Food levels, threat levels, troops and members, everything depended on numbers. Unfortunately the Bandits were running a little low in those lately.

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Bacon - Inside Mayday Petrol

When she let him go,. he grinned before turning around and heading towards the bathroom.

"Some of it I pilfered from some Angel's while they lay asleep in the open and the rest of it I found in a couple old abandoned houses just on the outskirts of Bloodhound Territory. So, Let's just say I found it. "

He passed the end of the counter as he finished his confession.

"Just give me a second I really need a drink. "

He stepped through the gap that should have been a door into a small cramped one person restroom. Everything here still worked despite it being covered in a variety of things from blood to graffiti. He wiped the bottom of the faucet head and turned it on. Letting it run a second a spurt of gunk shot out before slowly clean water ran from it. Cupping his hands he pooled some water in it before raising it to his lips.

The water was cold and refreshing after his journey with limited liquids. He'd tried not to use anything he'd collected to have more for the rest of his gang. As he finished drinking he stepped back out into the main area.

"Doing anything special besides lookin' for me? Otherwise I say we head back and share what I got."

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Jasmine wondered a little to far away into the city, she wasn't even sure where she was at the moment, everything seemed to unfamiliar in the area she was at. The building were strange, the streets were strange, everything seemed to be strange it was a bit awkward. She groaned to herself a bit, she had gotten herself lost trying to find something to do with herself. She didn't want to go back to base because there was certainly nothing to do there at the moment and most likely no one was there in the first place. Jasmine sighed and sat down on a pile of rubble that was near by. The woman sat there with a knee propped up close against herself, her elbow placed upon her knee and her head rested on her hand. This wasn't what she thought her day was going to be like, full of nothing but boring times. She groaned once again an hopped down from the pile of rubble.

Jasmine stood there for a couple of minutes before letting out a blood curdling scream that echoed throughout the streets and buildings. It would seem odd to others of what she'd just done and it would most likely attract someone or something her way. That is what she was trying to do, though, attract something to the area she was in. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, but depending on who or what showed up she'd certainly find out.

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"Some of it I pilfered from some Angel's while they lay asleep in the open and the rest of it I found in a couple old abandoned houses just on the outskirts of Bloodhound Territory. So, Let's just say I found it." She grinned back at Bacon, if they hadn't come by now they obviously hadn't noticed. It wasn't a huge deal, it was just something to keep note of and be wary of.

He turned back around, going to get a drink from the less than clean but none the less workable bathroom. There were only so many sources of water left, and running water was a luxury found only in select few places in their territory.

"Doing anything special besides lookin' for me? Otherwise I say we head back and share what I got." Her eyes pressed closed for longer than the standard blink. "There's been some unwanted….activity at our boarder a little less than a mile from here. I was actually going to go check it out." Her smile had briefly faded, these sorts of problems could mean serious trouble, or they could mean nothing at all, it was always a toss up. Needless to say, she was a bit worried. It hadn't even been a full month since they lost their last member to a Saint.

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(26 miles north of New Raven.)

The sound of gunfire shattered the silence.

"Sir! There is a raid on our base!" Said Corporal Brian Nash. Nash was a built man that stood about 6'2", with buzz cut hair and a clean shaven face that was cover with fear.

"How many men are attacking?" Asked Captain Leland Clark. Clark was also a built man like Nash, but he was about 5'9", buzz cut hair and a clean shaven face. The two men and 26 others were all that was left of the National Guard station near New Raven.

"Sir... There is just one man. He has already taken out almost everyone before we could even see him!" Nash said. Right after Nash finished his eyes got wide and there was a loud snapping sound that would send shivers down a cold murders spine, he let out a scream that became gurgled by his own blood. Nash fell over dead!

"What the hell!" Clark yelled while he reached for his service pistol which was on his desk in front of him. A second before he could grab it flew across the room to the door where Nash had been standing. A man wearing a black mask grabbed the gun. Clark was trembling with fear as the man took a step into the room.

"Tisk Tisk Tisk." The man said as he pointed the gun at Clark. "You should have just let me pass on through to New Raven." The man said as he took a step closer towards the Captain.

"Please I'll give you anything you want, just let me and the rest of my men leave alive." Clark said with his hands in the air about head level with him. The man let out a little chuckle as tossed 26 dog tags onto the Captains desk.

"Why would I want to trade anything you have for your life when I can just take everything you have and your life? You see that's just no fun in the end." The man said with a twisted sarcastic voice.

"Please don..." The final plea was interrupted by the sound of a Beretta M9 going off. The slug hitting Clark in the forehead. "Now you see that was fun." The man said as he walked out the door, tossing the pistol behind him, he then started walking towards New Raven.

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Bacon listened as Naomi told him of the activity. It wasn't the first time there had been something going on in their borders. But truthfully activity had been going up in everyone's area because of the recent shortage in mainly food. Which means an increase in the number of scouts gangs would send out to try and scavenge things. As well as a rise in zombie population in the city. Something about this city just keeps drawing them in and Bacon for one was sure that one of the gangs were experimenting on them and maybe even humans. He hadn't the faintest clue of who but every now and then someone would run into one of the rejects. He allowed himself a mental chill before he refocused on Naomi.

"Well, I don't know about you but I don't see why we are just standing here anymore?" Bacon announced playfully as he shifted the weight of the pack and did a quick scan of the inside of the Gas station again. Seeing nothing useful pop out to him he shrugged and without waiting for a response he strolled out into the open and made it to the curb before he stopped. He had just realized that she hadn't told him exactly which direction. Only that it was about a mile from here.

Feeling a bit foolish he scanned the streets and fronts of the buildings nearby looking for any activity at all. Nothing in the streets at all still. It was seriously too quiet for it's own good. As he turned to see if Naomi had exited the building yet though he saw a flicker of motion up in a window of one the buildings across the street. Turning his head he raised a hand above his eyes to shield his vision from the sun. Squinting he scanned the fourth floor where he'd seen it hoping to catch another glimpse.