David Collins

It only gets harder and harder.

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a character in “The Last Of Us - Survivors”, as played by macheteshark


Name: David Collins
Age: 29
Gender: Male
ImageDescription: Tall, standing at approx 6'2, David is a burly-tired looking man who appears older than his actual age. Scruffy with a very short beard growth, David's face is largely covered in facial hair but he has a few distinctive scars that run above his right brow and down the side of his right cheek that serve only to add an even more world weary and hardened demeanor to he natural scowl. David has blue eyes and dark brown hair that has been grown out into a short pony tail. He wears a plain white t-shirt that other than being covered in some dirt is in pretty good condition. David wears regular denim jeans and brown steel capped boots that reflect his hardiness. Finally, David's outfit is made complete with his bomber jacket, a sort of memorabilia from before the outbreak; David doesn't talk about it much, but if ever asked why he never takes it off, he throws a comment to the side saying it belong to someone he cared about.
Personality: Hardened, tired and stuck-in-his-ways. David's attitude towards much of the world nowadays is almost a complete 180 on what he used to be like. Stern with a no-nonsense attitude, David finds it easier to drop someone from his travels than is probably human. He is serious almost all the time and an extremely alert person with an almost unwavering pessimism towards anything that relates to the current state of humanity, David takes anything anyone says with a grain of salt and a lot of suspicion. He often states he used to the be the worlds biggest sucker but now trust and loyalty nowadays only equates to how fast you can kill someone before they can kill you. A nomad by choice nowadays, David isn't unaccustomed to travelling with people however; he will travel with others, but as stated before, takes anyone's company with as much optimism as could probably be expected in this age.
Occupation: David was, before the abandonment of the Austin quarantine zone by the military zone, a messenger for across the country.
Favoured Weapon: David prefers the company of a standard double barreled shotgun.
Secondary Weapon: Revolver
Carry Items:
x1 shiv
x1 smoke bomb
x2 molotov cocktails
x1 first aid kit.

David was only eight when the Cordyceps virus destroyed the world. With enough grip and knowledge of the world around him though, David knew from the start that everything he knew was collapsing around him. He lost his mother on the very first night of the outbreak in Austin, Texas. Their house was literally swarmed by infected in the early hours of the morning just fifteen minutes out of the city itself. With very little time to process that exact event, David remembers the screams of his mother as the infected broke into his parent's room first because they were the screams that woke him up to the disaster. Huddling in his room when asked David is more or less quiet about what happened to him and his father after they narrowly escaped the house.

Some point between age nine and fourteen, David lost his father too. He never talks about his father's death, preferring to keep his life more or less private. After his father's death David tried to fend for himself but somewhere along the way the Military found him and David soon found himself finishing up his teens as a part of the military school/orphanage in the Austin quarantine zone. There, David was given a specialty to train in, and found himself learning how to navigate the abandoned cities across the continent. It wasn't something David ever thought would be considered crucial to humanities future, but it was soon after first being giving assignments and groups to follow through the shell of America with Military conveys and relay messages to other cities and zones.

A few years passed and it soon became David on his own carrying messages across the states but it was when the zones slowly began to become abandoned and David returned to the Austin zone and discovered it abandoned that he began to truly realise the state the world was in. Shit became more fucked, David grew harder and more solitary and eventually he stopped caring about where humanity was headed.

He found himself holed up in Boston for a time, but when the Fireflies and Military feud escalated there he found himself once again finding his way back into the open world and then stumbling upon the current settlement he finds himself in. Putting himself into temporary work, for a month now David has been a general laborer for the small town, helping to erect boundaries and keep any stray infected at bay.

So begins...

David Collins's Story


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Character Portrait: Angela Tempest Character Portrait: David Collins

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David felt his body lurch and falter as the exhaustion set in. It was now he was noticing just how hungry he was and how late it was getting. He had spent the entire day scavenging outside the town borders but nothing of particular interest had come up. Working over the smaller town about an hours walk away, David had only sourced a few rifle bullets, a can of food and one roll of bandages. It really had been a sorry day to remove one's self from the safety of the town.

David rested in the shadows of a tree and watched as the sun went down. He pulled a stale roll he'd bought off some would-be baker that morning and took small bites at it's side. David chewed slowly on the roll, savoring the taste of the cooked dough, even though it was stale, and reminisced of a time when his mother used to bring him sandwiches filled with all sorts of meat. It had been such a long time since he had been happy at something so trivial as the taste of bread. David took another bite and nearly had a heart attack as a woman appeared from the shadows.

The woman was short in stature, but she had flowing hair that David wasn't sure exactly what the colour was because of the lack of light. She walked with confidence and he could hear her moving with a decent pace as she moved forward, not noticing him sitting there under a tree in the shadows. He had wondered if maybe she'd been scavenging in the nearby town too? That might have explained the abundance of Clickers and Runners today. David set his roll down on the ground on a torn piece of clothe, trying to preserve it form the ground. He went to stand to call out the woman; he would have preferred the company back to the town rather than go alone at this time of night. But as he fixed his bag to his back and picked his roll up turning towards the direction the girl was travelling, he was pulled up short when he saw she was gone.

Damn she moved fast.

David sighed and put one foot in front of the other, it looked as though he was footing it back the rest of the way alone... The moon was out as David walked back. He hadn't realised until the sun was setting just how long he'd been out of the town but that being said, he hadn't exactly rushed himself to get back. Since the news of a Military/Fireflies war has reached the town, no one had really been allowed out. In fact, David had had to slip his way out and move quietly.

Another thirty minutes passed and David saw the dull, but present lights of the town ahead. So far so good! No infected seen within miles of the town. He pulled up to the side of a large, military issued concrete wall that bordered the town and uncovered a hole that he'd managed to dig over the past week just under a small collapse in the bottom of the wall. It wasn't perfect, and it was sure as hell a tight fit for his frame, but with a bit of wiggle David managed to get back into the town.

He weaved his way around to the large warehouse that was being used a makeshift sickbay and housing settlement for lost wanderers and noted the appearance of two girls huddled towards a corner as he moved to find a free bed for the night. Conveniently for David, the closest bed lay in earshot of the two girls speaking to one another and as he settled himself into bed for the night he listened as they spoke...

"Audici, I don't want to hear it. You're fine! We're fine... This place is fine."

"Stop lying to me... I'm not stupid."

"I know that... But you've just got a... Cold or something..."

"You heard what that Military guy was saying earlier to the other one. It's changing Medina."

"No, we heard that the Fireflies are attacking the Military and recruiting people..."

"And we-"

"Audici. Stop it. If anyone even suspects that you could be infected.. You know what will happen."

The girls went silent and David lay awake listening to the girls as they silently argued a little longer. Soon they were settling themselves in for the night and David found himself drifting to sleep, riding out the night to whatever tomorrow rang. Another day gone, another day survived, David just hoped tomorrow would be end the same.


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Character Portrait: Angela Tempest Character Portrait: Tia Kirby Character Portrait: Brian Westbrooke Character Portrait: David Collins

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Many Hours Later...

A high pitched whine cuts the silence of the tunnels. Brian jolts awake so quickly he manages to startle whatever made the noise. Its not human thankfully but Brians heart still races as he watches the large Rodent scurry back into the dark recesses. Brian rubs his hand acrossed his eyes to clear away the fog of a restless night. His adrenaline rush doesn't fade until he's gotten his equipment back on him and he's halfway to the gap leading to the warehouse.

For the second time this day Brian is startled, this time by a movement in the corner of this room. He reaches instinctively for the Kukri at his belt. However the movement ceases and Brian fails to detect any signs of a human, infected or otherwise. He sighs and mentally chastises himself for being so jumpy. He crosses the gap and notices the amount of people still huddled in this building. Through a minimal crack in the ceiling he can see its still dark out. He doesn't know how late it actually is but its safe to assume the curfew is still in effect.

Its dangerous to leave now but Brian risks it anyways. He steps quietly over and around bodies that could be sleeping or dead. He passes by where Medina is snoring softly and curled up close to the wall. He peers closer and notices Audici is gone. He surveys the building curiously but sees neither hide nor hair of the child at all. He ponders the shifty feeling I'm his gut for a while, nothing feels right all of a sudden. Also he knows for a fact Medina would be right on Audici's heels if the younger girl went out. Brian pulls the Kukarivfrom his belt and almost silently makes his way outside.

Its nearly the break of dawn. He can see a barely there sliver of pink light on the horizon. Its eerily quiet now, as most people have found a place to hunker down for the night. The only sound he hears is the distant footfalls of a Soldiars boots. He progresses foreward past tents and various unwatched market stalls until he's on the Soldiars tail. Brian pauses wearily when the Soldiar stops to look around.

That's when he sees it.

Its only a single flash of silver at first, but it quickly takes shape; a pendant only the Fireflies wear. A symbol of their damned rebellion. Brian has no personal vendetta against them, but they certainly arnt helping things either. If they are here that means what Audici said is true. He moves foreward to get a better look at the mans face. He must be louder than he thinks because the Firefly spins on him. Brian lunges and grabs hold of the man.

"Put your hands-" his words turn into a garbled mess as Brian drags the Kukri over his throat. Brian couldn't afford to let the man see him and leave knowing his face. Whatever their reason for being here any and all fireflies are unwelcome. He lets the man's body fall to the ground and starts back for where Medina is to rouse her from sleep so they can get out now. Before he takes more than a few steps away a loud bang echoes in the air.

"Damnit," Brian curses as he is now turn between going back or checking out the loud bang. His answer comes with the sound of a very familiar childish scream. He takes off in that direction while the sound of gunfire light up the silence of morning. What he sees when he reaches the scene makes him falter. A woman in her mid twenties is holding on to a wildly thrashing Audici and bleeding heavily from a wound in her hand while a Firefly moves forward.

"LET.ME.GO!" Audici screams as her teeth work to grab the woman's flesh between them. Each of her words are heavily spoken and Brian can see the utter exhaustion in her.

"Stop," Brian doesn't know what posseses him to speak or step foreward. Maybe its seeing Audici in trouble - he doubts that, he could care less about her well being, he's never seen her this incapable. Most likely its his mind being tired of images of death being seared in. Audici is in on a long list of who he doesn't want to die beforevhis eyes...Like Emily, or the woman and her young son.

They jump at the sound of his voice. The woman's grip slackens just enough for Audici to pull her elbow back and aim a blow at the woman's gut. The woman staggers while Audici runs towards Brian. He notices now the fog in her eyes and blood on her mouth. She looks as if she's in a daze, nearing a point where she'll faint soon. Her mouth falls open and a low cry escapes. Brian freezes - she sounds like a runner.

With barely any time to think he shakes her harshly back to awareness. "Go get your sister, ill take care of these two." Her nod seems off and her staggering gait makes him worry. He combines himself that its just the flu or something as he turns back to the two people. His exchange with Audici lasted less than thirty seconds and the two have had enough time to somewhat recover and pull their guns.

Brian goes for the closest person, the woman. She strikes out with her gun instead of firing on him. It hits his jaw hard enough to cause an instant shooting pain through his skull. He blindly strikes with the Kukri and her following scream is satisfying. A bullet whizzing by him breaks the fog of getting hit so hard. He sees that the woman is downed by his blind slice so he quickly spins towards the man. More gun shots make him drop behind a large crate .

He puts the Kukri away and pulls a nail bomb from his bag instead. He knows the materials for these are hard to come by but he throws it out anyways. It lands too far from the man to do any fatal damage but gets him down long enough that Brian can hop the crate and get his arms around the man's neck. He holds his tight choke hold until the man goes limp. He picks up the man's discarded gun and checks the clip. Two bullets left. He uses one on the woman, shooting her through the head to kill any chance of her surviving the stomach wound. Then he drops the gun and jogs back towards the Warehouse.

He doesn't know what to expect when he gets back but by the gunfire and shouts picking up throug the settlement he doesn't assume its anything good.


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Character Portrait: Brian Westbrooke Character Portrait: David Collins

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David was in a fairly deep sleep most of the night surprisingly. Although he fell asleep fairly easily, as the exhaustion of the day took its toll he ended up drifting off with the thoughts of the two young girls arguing just a ways from him. He was nervous about leaving his shotgun at a hidden spot outside of the town... Realistically the Military would confiscate it within a heartbeat if he was seen carrying it, so there wasn't much he could do on that front; but still, only having a handgun on him wasn't enough to ease his state of mind.

It was when a daunting looking man moved past David's makeshift bed. The man had nudged David just enough when he stepped by him and David cautiously awoke to watch the man shift through the warehouse. He noted the man look towards where the two girls had been and saw the eldest was still asleep.David didn't pay much attention to honest and was prepared to roll back over and go to sleep, but he suddenly felt the urge of nature calling and he got up to relieve himself.

David groggily checked his bag over -nothing taken, thank god- and quietly followed in the direction of the man who'd roused him. He moved through the warehouse and took note of how many people were here now, not being able to notice or too tired to notice the exact number last night. Hundreds of people were lining the floor of the warehouse... A lot of them seemed irregularly sick too; moaning, groaning and twitching involuntarily. David moved out of the warehouse and was now traipsing thought a myriad of tents, then shanty stalls while he searched for an appropriate place to urinate. For a moment David wondered what was causing the outbreak but his mental and physical wandering was cut short when he heard the screams,


David was only a third of the way out of the warehouse when he heard the defiant screams of what he recognised was the younger girl from last night. Suddenly the entire town seemed dead quiet as David found himself trying to locate the source of the scream he'd heard. It had definitely sounded urgent, but when he looked behind himself, trying guage if anyone else had heard it, no one back down the through to the tents and into the warehouse seemed to have heard. Suddenly through the quiet anticipation of the semi darkness David could feel the tension as a man just up ahead called sternly,


That's when David moved closer down the way and saw the body of a man laying limp on the ground in a small pool of scarlet blood. David cursed to himself with a hiss and looked up and around, pulling his handgun from his jeans-waist, cocking it and preparing himself for whatever might happen. He leaned over to inspect the dead person and saw the glint of the familiar looking fireflies pendant. David's stomach dropped, the fireflies were definitely here; that wasn't a good sign for a town under such a heavy military watch.

Then suddenly David is nearly knocked over as a young girl whizzes past him and he recognises her immediately as the young sister from last night and his suspicion of her being the culprit of the scream he heard must be true. David reached out and grabbed her by the arm forcing her to swing around and come face to face with him,

"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked gruffly,

"Get off!" she grunted

David had to let go of the girl as she twisted from his grip, tears welling her eyes. He went to chase after her but suddenly the struggle coming from where the girl just ran from takes precedent and David rounded a corner just in time to draw his gun and fire a bullet once at an infected woman trying to take on the man who'd woken him up. David hadn't managed to land a killing a blow but a few moments later she was dispatched along with another infected/

"Fuck" was all David managed.

Suddenly a hundred or more screams resounded across the town as the morning sun broke fully over the nearby mountains. Gunshots followed the screams and just a ways off David heard the call of a military soldier,



David felt his gut drop again for the second time today. He looked up to the gruff man who'd just survived the two infected and a glare was issued from David - not necessarily out of anger, but more fear - David reacted quickly as the screams from the warehouse worsened and more gunshots rang out.

"We've got to get out of here..."


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Character Portrait: Angela Tempest Character Portrait: Brian Westbrooke Character Portrait: David Collins

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Angela's eyes snapped open as gunshots echoed in the distance. For a moment she wondered if she had imagined it, that was before that little girl who had been sick for some time now came stumbling groggily into the warehouse and loudly began to wake her sister. Only moments later more shots were fired and by now others had begun to wake, many reaching for their belongings and whatever makeshift weapon they had close by. Angela herself slipped on her bag and began to move around her bedding to reveal a piece of plywood underneath it all.

A loud screech filled the early morning air and for a moment everyone froze as if time had stopped. A man running by one of the warehouses broken windows paused long enough to yell a warning to them. "INFECTED IN THE SETTLEMENT!" before the screeching of more runners rang out. Just as quickly as everyone had paused they began to move again. Angela tossed the ply-board aside to reveal the hole under it which was where she stashed her shotgun. It was a military grade shotgun with a clip. She had found it and the spare clip that was stashed with it on a dead soldier several months after the riot that caused her to leave her home.

Angela checked the clips both were full with five rounds and she knew she had six more in her pack. She slid the spare clip into her pocket then pushed her way through the crowd of people trying to get out. No way was she going to get trapped in a warehouse with a bunch of infected. Once out on the street the took a moment to get her bearings. People were running scared and shots were being fired wildly hitting infected and non alike. With all the chaos she wouldn't be able to use her shotgun without taking out the wrong people.

Angel was ever alert as she ran through the panicked people and the infected that attacked them. That's when she saw it, the pieced together watch tower. Instantly she made a mad run for it and scrambled up to the top. Luckily there was a stash of arrows there, only eight but with her twelve it was enough to make a dent. Taking out her bow she picked up arrow after arrow and carefully fired them off, they weren't always kill shots but even slowing them down long enough to allow someone to escape felt like a victory to her.

A man running in her direction caught her attention, he was hurt and the runner chasing him was closing in, He didn't stand a chance. Without thinking she yelled out to him. "GET DOWN!" The man looked up and saw her drawn bow then ducked. There was no hesitation, Angela let the arrow fly. It made it's home in the infected's eye effectively downing it. The man looked back at her and quickly nodded his head before continuing on his way.

A sudden violent shake of the tower caught her by surprise and she had to grip the railing to keep from falling off. Angela heard their screeching before she saw them. Looking down she saw several runners surrounding the base. They were beating and shaking the structure, a structure that was never meant to take the kind of beating they were giving it. She heard the wood splinter and crack and knew she was in for a chad landing as any moment. Right as she secured her bow an infected gave it the last blow that caused it to fall like a tree cut down by a lumberjack.

Angela did the best the could to roll with the fall but as she rushed to get the last of her arrows that had scattered about she felt a jolt of pain in her left shoulder and the knee in her jeans was torn, she didn't have to check it to know it was bleeding. Doing her best to run with her knee the way it was she only had one thought. 'I don't have to be the fastest, I just have to be faster than someone else.' Everywhere she looked there was chaos, there was no clear sign of which way would be the safest to get the hell out of there. "Shit, there has to be a way." In the end she just picked a way to go and hoped for the best, that's when she ran into two men and a couple of bodies.


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Character Portrait: Angela Tempest Character Portrait: Tia Kirby Character Portrait: Brian Westbrooke Character Portrait: David Collins

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Brian couldn't think past the mass panic engulfing the settlement in a panicked haze. Off in the distance he heard shouts and the harsh biting words of the Military picking the runners off. With his eyes still blurry from the pain of getting hit he focuses now on a newcomer. He isn't infected is the first thing he notices, the second is that he's quite young but doesn't look to be Military. "We've got to get out of here..." the man says while glaring in fear. Brian nearly snaps that there is no 'we' in this situation but his self preservation skills scream to keep quiet. He grunts in reply and brandishes his Kukri once more.

"Its your damn lucky day kid," Brian mumbles at the man as he proceedes cautiously foreward once more. He stops once the sound of light steps reach his ears and another uninfected comes into view. This one is a woman, young but by no means frail or weak like many others. She carries weapons that would get her killed if the military were to find them. "Shit, looks like we got ourselves a party." Brian motions for the two to follow him. He doesn't doubt they don't exactly trust him. Hell, Brian himself gets a nervous itch as he's turning his back to them but he knows this is the chance he's been waiting for.

He doesn't wait for them to gather their thoughts. Wether they keep up or not isn't his problem. Brian leads the way through the growing masses of bodies until he spots two more fireflies nearby. They take to their knees to fire. Brian moves to get a clear view before they do. The girl is no older than Medina, Brian recognizes her faintly but doesn't personally know her. He does however know she isn't infected. Brian tries his best to rush them in time but they fire before he can even Sink the Kukri into the soft flesh at the base of the first ones skull. The second rounds on him in outrage, prepared to spill as many rounds into Brians body as possible to kill him.

With his Kukri left in the man's skull and his gun completely forgotten he moves to find refuge behind another forgotten stall. From this point he can see the girl but can't tell if she's been shot. He motions to the Kukri buried in the fireflies skull. He remembers his own gun and grabs it from his holster. While staying just out of firing range he tries to aim for the other firefly. The bullet goes wide and splinters the wooden leg of an old chair left by another stall. He grits his teeth snd ducks as the man shoots wildly at him. Hes surprised no infected have found their way here yet - until he hears an unmistakable sound.

The clicking is rapid but Brian suspects it has already detected their wherabouts. Its ugly faintly glowing head comes into view close to the girl and firefly. The clicker lets out a horrible shriek thats drowned out suddenly by the sound of several others in the area.


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Character Portrait: Angela Tempest Character Portrait: Tia Kirby Character Portrait: Brian Westbrooke Character Portrait: David Collins

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"It's your damn lucky day kid." The man mumbles to David.

David barely had time to be offended at the notion of being called a kid. A younger woman nearly knocked him to the ground before David realised she was there. He aimed his gun upwards, pointing it directly to her chest, not completely sure whether or not he should fire or let her live. Luckily, she moved with the intention so of an able minded uninfected and David paused his decision to fire and dropped the weapon to a ready when necessary position. David looked her over, silently impressed by her arsenal at hand, wishing desperately he'd been as game as she had been to bring weapons into the settlement. Fuck that was a bad move... And to get his shotgun he was going to have to back track around the settlement slightly.

"Looks like we got ourselves a little party" the man says, breaking the momentary pause.

David silently follows when the man motion the two to follow and is quietly thankful they're just out of the main shit storm. But as the man begins to lead them through the settlement it's apparent the other areas have just been notified too. More people start to show, and more infected screams start to resound across the early morning light as it breaks across the settlement. David began to run with his arm raised high and his handgun pointed outwards, he had enough bullets spare that he could probably stand to down any infected that came at him, but every shot would have to count.

David, the woman and the man broke from a mass of hysterical people and he could see the little showdown before them unfolding before his eyes. The man who'd taken to leading them seemed to waste no time in burying his weapon into the neck of the first Firefly to shoot. In truth, David wasn't really concentrating as to where they were firing but swung into action fast when the man had difficulty pulling his shiv-thing from the guys neck. The second Firefly twisted in his position to aim fiercely at the man, but David watched as he fired wide, missing the Firefly but causing him to reel back in fear of being shot.

The man dived behind some barrels and barely misses an attempt on his life by the Firefly. David grunts, pulling his gun and pulling the trigger but nothing fires. Fuck, he forgot to reload, only now remembering her had one bullet left since yesterday night. David tucked his gun into the back of his pants and kicked off from his position, running with a force of a steam train to the Firefly. David reached the position of the Firefly and managed to swing his weight back from his right side and into a full uppercut to the Firefly's jaw. The Firefly reeled off his feet and to the ground as David took the opportunity of incapacitate to grab the single shot rifle from the Firefly.

David stepped back, giving a cursory 'ok' nod to the man behind the barrels just as he heard the heart-stopping clicks. He turned on his heels and was able to aim his gun in time to shoot successfully at the girl who, until now, he hadn't realised was the target of the Fireflies. David nodded triumphantly at his successful kill, but found that short lived as four more Clickers emerged from the crowd.

"Fucken' hell, look out behind you!" he yelled towards Angela.

Suddenly David felt himself tackled to the ground as another Clicker side swiped him. He was holding it's gnawing jaws at bay with the Rifle, but he couldn't maneuver himself into a comfortable or positive position.

"Fuck me, can someone help" he called out as he felt the Clicker push it's weight down on him.


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Character Portrait: Tia Kirby Character Portrait: Brian Westbrooke Character Portrait: David Collins

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Tia's mind reeled in shock, her body numbed, as the Fireflies, her supposed saviours, opened fire on her. She gaped on as first one man, then another, barrelled into her assailants, the first going down with an evil-looking blade in his skull, the second falling under a wild blindsiding haymaker, bullets still spewing futilely from his high-powered rifle.

She sucked air into lher lungs witha shudder, and patted her skinny frame frantically. She knew the action was ridiculous, but it was instinctive too. 'I'm not... I'm... I'm okay I'm okay, it's okay, I'm okay,' she gabbled. She stared at the newcomers, the sweat dripping from their brows, their clenched fists and bunched muscles, their animalistic grimaces, and down at the dispatched Fireflies, and a shiver of fear ran through her. If she couldn't trust her brother's comrades, could she trust these strangers? If her brother's comrades were the enemy, were these her friends? She raised her handgun in front of her.

The man with the fists of fury nodded briefly at his companion as heart-beat seconds of silence dragged by. Tia's eyes flicked from one to the other, then her head snapped round at the unmistakable sound of approaching Clickers; the compound had just got that bit more perilous. Fists of Fury raised his rifle and a Clicker that just hoved into her line of sight crumpled to the floor. He shouted out another warning, but was borne to the dirt floor as a Clicker came round the corner - the same corner from which the supposed Fireflies had appeared around, Tia noted - and blundered into him.

'Fuck, someone help,' he cried out as the infected creature slavered down onto him. By chance as much as design, he'd got his rifle between it and him, but its heavy head was bearing down on him. Tia's frayed nerves finally snapped into action and she dashed the short distance to the downed man and the Clicker, found a gap in the fungal carapace that surrounded its head, and pulled the trigger. Gouts of blood, brain matter and fungal growth sprayed out the exit wound on the other side of the creature's head as it slumped heavily onto Fists of Fury. Another Clicker fell to the ground nearby; Tia hadn't seen who had downed it, but the cries of scared, agonised humans and the shrieks of Infected were both growing louder. She heaved uselessly at the body on Fists of Fury; he pushed it off himself.

'We gotta go! We gotta get out of here,' Tia screamed, glancing over at the stand where the first man had fallen. 'They're fucking everywhere, come on!'


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Character Portrait: Angela Tempest Character Portrait: Tia Kirby Character Portrait: Brian Westbrooke Character Portrait: David Collins

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Angela made no move as the man she had bumped into held a gun on her, no need to give him a reason to pull the trigger. Though she did glare at him. "Shit looks like we got ourselves a little party." said the second man after the blond put his gun away. She didn't know either of their names, she hadn't really bothered to learn any but she did recognize the one that spoke as a smuggler. 'The Smuggler' if you really needed something done. They all assessed each other for a moment before silently agreeing to follow Smuggler's lead. It hadn't escaped her notice that they had both eyed her shotgun. Instinctively she pulled it out of her bag and held it at the ready. It had been very difficult to get inside the settlement and even more difficult to hide it somewhere no one would snoop for it. She knew the risk she had taken to keep it close but it had helped her out of many hairy situations, hopefully this one would be no different.

After winding their way though the settlement for a bit they came upon something that made Angela grit her teeth in anger. A pair of Firefly attacking a you girl. It took the two men they were with no time to put an end to the firefly's unfortunately all the gunshots and the noise had attracted clickers. The blond took out the first to show up, saving the young girls life yet again. "Fucken' hell, look out behind you!" Angela swiveled and stepped back as she fired behind her without actually looking at where the target was. The shot hit the clicker in the side causing it to stagger but it came at her again. This time she aimed her shot causing a gaping hole in the infected face. Backing up towards the others she looked to see that the blonde one had a little trouble of his own that the young girl had helped him out with.

"We gotta go! We gotta get out of here. They're fucking everywhere, come on" the girl yelled at them. "Yeah no shit kid but how about you stop yellin, don't want to attract any more attention than we already have." Angela said as she continued to backup towards the rest of them. "Hey smuggler, you have to know of secret ways in and out of here right? Think we can get out one of those ways? All the normal exits are probably crawling with those things." Angela hoped she was right and he knew of some way to get out otherwise they would have to shoot their way out and she didn't think they had enough ammo for that.


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Character Portrait: Angela Tempest Character Portrait: Tia Kirby Character Portrait: Brian Westbrooke Character Portrait: David Collins

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"Hey smuggler, you have to know of secret ways in and out of here right? Think we can get out one of those ways? All the normal exits are probably crawling with those things."

Brian picks himself up at to the tempo of her questions. He spares half a look in her direction before moving to the firefly he killed and unceremoniously pushing his boot against the man's skull while tugging hard with one hand on the Kukri's curved handle. He wipes the dead man's blood off on his jacket. He looks back at them after those few short seconds have passed.

"Got quite a few ways out, I reckon most are clear," he says, voice lower now. He doesn't want to attract anymore attention now that the situation at hand is over. He beckons silently for them to follow as they close the surprisingly short distance back to the warehouse. He wearily watches as the door swings wide open. Medina steps into the light, looking sullen and covered in blood. Concern sparks in his gaze as he notices she's got a white knuckled clutch on the hilt of a knife. His stomach drops at the sight of a bloody gaping hole in her neck.

He mutters curse words under his breath as he nears and her eyes swivel to take him in. Her face cracks into a grim grin. "Brian," she inclines her head and digs in her pocket. She pulls out the ration cards she got from him the day before. She holds them out, dropping them in his hand the second he gets close enough. It suddenly occurs to him that Audici isn't with her, and the warehouse is eerily silent.

"Audici..." Brian knows the answer by the look in her eyes and the sharp intake of breath. "She bit me, then ran off. But she was different, and I can already feel that I won't recover." Medina sighs, she's surprised he's listened this long. She peers past him, probably at the others if they have followed him. "You guys should get out of here, I heard some things that sound bad. But one of the other smugglers said something about heading for Canada, she said she heard rumor that its safe there."

She looks at Brian again, as if she's about to hug him - she does after a moment of hesitation, ignoring the way he tenses up. Her blood smears his clothes. Its her mark left on him, the vintage perfume smell that once was his sisters favorite scent clings in the air around him once more. He steels himself, quells the distress within him. He convinces himself he doesn't care that she'll die. That this is like with the little boy in the streets of his old home, or Owen when they came to the settlement.

"Ill be seeing ya kid." He mutters, ruffling her hair as he passes by her into the warehouse. Perhaps it could be viewed as cruel for him to leave her there. But by this point it will hardly be the most cruel thing he ever does. He leads the others to the hole that leads the the other building. Then down into the tunnel. "Infected sometimes find their way in here," he warns them as the darkness stretches on and on. He leads them along the twisting path until the light returns, and the world that no longer belongs to them rears its twistedly beautigul head. They are barely two miles from the settlement and the sight of fire and smoke makes him cringe.

He turns back to the road, and the world he left behind so long ago.


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Character Portrait: Angela Tempest Character Portrait: Tia Kirby Character Portrait: Brian Westbrooke Character Portrait: David Collins

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Tia stared as Medina stumbled bloodied from the darkness, to all extents looking like a fatally wounded gladiator. Time seemed to pause at the look of pain that crossed the smuggler's face. Suddenly, after the frantic alarms, the chaos of the security breach, the Fireflies' gunfire and the screeches of the infected, a quiet moment of human reflection descended. Tia, the woman with the bow and the second man looked on at the tender moment, at the hug and the whispers that passed between them.

Then the spell was broken as the smuggler's face hardened again and he broke away from Medina, leading the group through the hole in the wall, into the darkness. Tia, last to enter the crack, looked back one last time at the only home she'd known, and locked eyes with Medina. For all that her weapon hung uselessly by her side, for all that blood was seeping from her veins at the same rate infection was now coursing into them, she maintained an inner strength, a kind of nobility Tia knew she would never possess. The thought of her ending her days roaming the remains of civilisation, semi-human, driven by the rot growing in her brain, filled Tia's eyes with tears.

She stepped out of the tunnel and offered Medina the handle of her pistol.

'I can't,' the other woman replied, her voice barely a scratch in her injured throat. 'Tia, please...'

Medina, strong and confident, had never asked Tia for help before. She couldn't deny her her final request.

'You're going to have to kneel. You're too tall.' It seemed such a trivial thing to worry about. She put the muzzle of the gun through Medina's long dark hair, against the back of her skull.

'You're so brave, Med.' Tia's voice trembled, but her hands were steady. Two hands to hold that gun.

'Get on with it,' Medina croaked. 'And if you see Audici...'

'I know.'

The screech of a Clicker was met by automatic gunfire outside the warehouse. Tia took a deep breath, smoothly drew in the slack on the trigger, and fired a bullet through her friend's head. Not looking back, she fled down the tunnel, grateful for the darkness that hid her tears. By the time the small group emerged into the wilderness, the shattered settlement long behind them, Tia had vowed they would be her last.

'Okay, where now, Smuggler?' she asked. 'Or is this as far as the plan goes?'


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Character Portrait: Angela Tempest Character Portrait: Tia Kirby Character Portrait: Brian Westbrooke Character Portrait: David Collins

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The moment between the smuggler and the girl felt to private for Angela to watch so she busied herself with watching the area for more runners or clickers. When the shuffling of feet across rubble was followed by murmured words, she knew they had said their goodbyes. Angela didn't bother to give the girl a second glance, she didn't know her personally and the girl was good as dead anyways. Instead she followed the man into the tunnel and through the twist and turns before coming out the other side to a world that looked long forgotten and taken back by mother nature. It was actually quite beautiful if you looked beyond the fact that it was nothing more than a huge deathtrap.

Not far from the place she'd called home for what felt like mere moments, everyone took a moment to look back. What everyone was thinking was a mystery to her but for here there was no deep sadness or sense of loss, her view of the whole thing was 'It was good while it lasted'. "Okay, where now Smuggler? Or is this as far as the plan goes?" the young girls voice brought Angela out of her thoughts. It was a good question, what where they going to do now? Split up? Stick together? Head to one of the many 'Safe Zones'? Or just venture off into the world and hope for the best?

"Not to be rude, I am grateful to you for showing the way out but I'm not one to follow someone blindly. If we are going to do something I would at least like some say it what that something would be. Say lay our options out there and see whats what." Angela hadn't made it this far in what she called a life by following someone else's lead.