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Marie Thornes (NPC)

A young Olympic gymnast.

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a character in “The Walking Dead: Online”, originally authored by Fredalice, as played by RolePlayGateway


Marie Thornes

 Template # NPC
 Portrayed by: Jemima West
 Profession: Sophomore in college
 Age: 20
 Gender: Female
 Height/Weight: 5' 6"
 Nationality/Ethnicity: Caucasian
 Tattoos/Scars: she a little addicted to henna tattoos; she's got several on her chest above the neckline on her shirt, two or three on both arms, and one on her stomach all tribal looking designs she found on the internet
 Clothing/Outfit: mostly black; black tank, combat boots, and black pants; later when the apocalypse comes she'll add a wrist guard on her left hand and a hip holster for a gun


 She's good at thinking on her feet, she is strong for a girl her age, and makes friends/family easily
 She is a bit of a rebel (likes to follow her own rules), she relies on her strength more than being cunning, and she likes to think of herself as being the "protector" of her family and friends (blaming herself if anything were to happen even if she wasn't there)


 Fears: everyone leaving her (via death or their own free will), not finding her sister again, having to watch other (especially children and babies) die, never getting back to a semi-normal life, and lightning/thunder
 Aspirations: to actually have her sister around more often if not all the time, to become an Olympic gymnast, fall in love with the perfect woman (yes she's gay), living in LA when she grows up, and to start her own gymnast training center after she's in the Olympics
 Dominant Emotion: care-free
 Demeanor: Marie is your typical teenager, rebellious, trying to figure out who she is and wants to be, just trying to have than actually surviving, but one thing that separates her from other teenagers is the fact that she basically grew up alone, this did the opposite to her than her sister, Dyomie, because instead of pushing people away she constantly likes being around at least one person. She is very athletic with a build and attitude that will get her to win almost any fight, and most importantly she doesn't hold grudges. Yes she has been left alone most of her life first by her parents and then by her sister, but she has never felt angry towards them, just lonely.
 Quirks/Oddities: when bored she tends to start stretching, she is pretty clingy so if there's a chance she'll end up alone she will try almost everything to get someone to be with her, sometimes she talks in her sleep but usually only when she's stressed about something and it's almost always gibberish too (such as "potato get away! Don't eat the bunnies!")
 Skills/Proficiencies: skilled gymnast, a good swimmer, a good craftsman (making boats, things out of wood, ect.), cooks, and is good at keeping the peace with large groups


 a carving knife
 a gold bracelet her sister gave her
 a walkie-talkie that is only on one frequency with her sister's
 a water-bottle
 a metal baseball bat


 She and her sister Dyomie ("Dy" for a nickname that she uses) never really saw her parents a lot so she was brought up by her sister
 When Marie was ten they ran away to Los Angeles where Dy got them a motel room, then apartment and where Dy continued to take care of her, even taught her everything she would've learned in high school
When Marie was in her Senior year of high school, Dy began travelling more and more often and longer trips; she always told Marie that she was away on business and Marie just figured her sister had gotten a job in a big business
She made lots of family members while Dy was out traveling, spending a lot of time at friends' houses
She had gotten into gymnastics when she was 12 and had gotten onto a gymnastics team at this one gym where they did a lot of competitions; though Dy did miss a few she did make it to most of them, and Marie won a lot of gold metals
When Marie started at a community college she tried out of the Olympics team and every year since (this year she actually got in, so she'll be training with someone in LA before the Olympics start)

So begins...

Marie Thornes (NPC)'s Story


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Marie Thornes

Dyomie got off the plane, she had had a nice nap as last night was sort of busy; and not in the stealing sort of way. After her group and she had split up the loot, she had met up with an easy rich guy. It wasn't hard to impress him, all she did was wear a small black dress and a valuable necklace. After they guy got what he wanted, Dyomie looked around his apartment while he slept. There wasn't much at his place, just your run of the mill over-expensive apartment, but she did get to snag a small jewelry box which she had yet to see what was actually inside.

As she walked with her luggage to the front doors she saw a familiar face holding a ridiculous sign, "Welcome back Dy...again", it read. The sign itself was on bright pink paper in the girly-bubble font that Dyomie's little sister knew she found too weird, not to mention glitter everywhere on the sign. Even if Dyomie was a little embarrassed by the sign she was excited to see her sister again. So she ran to her sister, dropping her bags next to them and picking her little sis up in a hug, which proved to be more difficult now that Marie was getting taller than her.

"Hey Tidbit," Dyomie said, setting her sister down and kissing her on the forehead.

"Hey Dy," Marie answered back, "Have a good trip? Any stories to bring back?"

"Of course I have stories silly duckling," Dyomie said, she grabbed her bags and put her arm over her sister's shoulders, who proceeded to lead them to her car. It wasn't a special car in any sense of the word, but it got from point A to point B well enough and stayed together ok.

While driving back to their apartment, Dyomie recalled the stories she had made up on the plane over of what she was going to tell her sister. The fake business meeting where Dyomie of course broke the other company down to agree with their deal, how afterwards they celebrated at a fancy bar where they stayed till closing hour. Marie listened well, nodding her head to let her sister know she was listening to every word that her sister was saying.

They got home safely, and inside the place was clean. Dyomie smiled at her little sister and ruffled her hair, she was very proud of how responsible her sister turned out, quite the opposite of how she turned out from her absent parents.

"Alright Tidbit, what do you want for breakfast?" Dyomie asked, plopping her stuff down, "Fresh new payment means a special feast."

"Oh no you don't," Marie said, hauling her sister to the kitchen and pushing her into a chair, "That's not how it works. You just got back from travelling so to show you how much I missed you I get to make you breakfast; and you're not taking that away from me." Dyomie smiled as she watched her sister work in the kitchen. She could smell the sugar being added to the battery mix and the aroma of baked goods steaming off the slowly forming pancakes.

Breakfast moved by slowly as the two sisters talked, getting to know one another once again. Marie was mostly the one who was talking as apparently just yesterday she tried out for the Olympic's gymnast team. Marie's eyes sparkled and her chatter was rushed, so much so you could barely register her taking an audible breath. Marie explained how she felt this time was it, this was the time she was going to get in, she could feel it. Dyomie knew her sister would get into the Olympics, it was only a matter of time. She had seen her sister perform many times, so she knew for a fact how good Tidbit was at gymnastics.

When breakfast was over, Dyomie put her stuff away in her room; taking out the smaller weapons she had brought and putting them under a floorboard in her room, placing the stuff next to a lone walkie-talkie. It was there in case of emergencies; if Dyomie needed to quickly contact Marie to get away from the apartment as fast as possible without having the LAPD zero in on their conversation. Marie knew the walkie-talkie was there and whenever she was alone in the house she would always keep an ear out for the crackly noise it made, just in case. Dyomie kept her newest prize in a backpack, along with her walkie-talkie, by her room door. Then the two girls headed out towards the beach, though neither were really wearing "beach wear" they still wanted to walk by the beach; it was a small tradition they had when Dyomie got back they would always head to the beach no matter what time it was and just sit looking at the waves, being comfortably in each others' company.

Today was a bit hotter, so Dyomie just held her typical leather jacket in one arm, the other being occupied by hooking her sister's arm in her's. It was a beautiful day, and Dyomie could feel that it was slightly brighter; her heist went well, she got a fancy new gold trinket, the apartment was clean and she got a Marie cooked meal; oh yes, today was a great day, even with the heat.


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Marie Thornes

As Dyomie and Marie walked along the beach they could hear in the distance ACDC's Shake a Leg song playing. Neither spoke as they rarely did on these walks, just quietly being together like a real family as that happened to rarely. The sun beat down on their skin feeling more like the sun was kissing them even though Dyomie knew she probably looked like the sun was boiling her; Marie stifled a laugh when she saw Dyomie's beat red face and the older sister could confirm that she was probably going to be feeling a slight burn tomorrow.

They tell me what they think but they stink and I really don't care
Got a mind of my own move on get outta my hair
Shake a leg shake your head
Shake a leg wake the dead
Shake a leg get stuck in
Shake a leg shake a leg
, the song played in the background.

"Hey Tidbit let's head back before I get too burned okay," Dyomie said, steering her sister back up the beach and back to their apartment. Marie didn't fight with that notion at all, mostly because she was too busy laughing at how red her big sister turned, but Dyomie liked to think it was just because her little sister was worried about her getting a nasty sunburn.

When they arrived home the answering machine flashed a small red light, a voice message. Marie ran from her sister's arms and too the machine, though Dyomie didn't know why her sister was suddenly so excited, she smiled. Dyomie was very proud of the woman her sister turned into; excited, happy, and loving, not the loner she turned out after being left alone so often. Marie pressed play and a man's voice started speaking:

" Hello, Marie? This is Brad Law from the Olympic's gymnast team. We just reviewed your tape again and are happy to tell you that you made it. We really hope to hear from you soon just to confirm you're still interested and able to, a formality mostly. If you can I'd like to meet up for coffee after your practice on this coming Monday if that'd be alright, I'd like to congratulate you in person. Again, good job, we really hope that you'll do well."

Marie turned to look at her sister, her mouth hanging open and her eyes widening with every second. Dyomie's smile couldn't have been bigger. They both ran to each other at the same time, knocking over some piles of papers, and hugged each other, jumping up and down, and twirling.

"I can't believe it!" Marie yelled, "I actually did it! I actually got in!"

"This is amazing!" Dyomie yelled back, "I knew it was only a matter of time! I'm so proud of you Tidbit!" After they started to settle down, which meant they had stopped yelling the two sisters let go of each other.

"Okay, I'm going to get your favorite food and movie and tonight we're going to celebrate," Dyomie said, grabbing her bag that she had left by her bedroom door earlier and heading towards the door, "Which movie do you want to watch?"

"I don't know," Marie said dancing while she was sitting on the extremely worn couch, "My brain isn't really working right now."

Dyomie just laughed, "Alright I'll choose," she walked to the door, but before she left she turned around, "I really am proud of you Marie, this is the greatest news ever. I love you," she said.

"I love you too, Dy," Marie said, and with that Dyomie left the apartment.

She didn't have to go far to get the food and movie for the night and the entire way there she was quietly singing the song from earlier, though not because it seemed relevant to what was going on, but more because it was stuck in her head and the melody was at least happy, "Idle juvenile on the street on the street
Kickin' everything with his feet with his feet
Fightin' on the wrong side of the law of the law
Don't kick don't fight don't sleep at night,"
she sang, swinging the plastic bag with the movie in it. Today was great, the best day ever she could argue; she just pulled off her greatest heist yet, she got to spend the day with her sister which rarely happened, and her sister actually achieved one of her dreams. The sirens that were filling the city weren't any bother to her right now, nothing could.


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Natasha Dean
Natasha looked up to John, the only thing he had said since the incident was '10-4' as they drove to the apartment address they were told was the address on record for the culprit. Natasha watched him, he had witnessed so much, yet this was the tipping point. He looked so drained, his skin had paled and his pupils dilated, this would definitely leave a scar. Natasha looked outside at the building,
"Is this is?" she asked out loud and John merely nodded. Natasha put her hand on his arm and he looked at her. "Just stay in the car, I'll handle this." she offered him a smile as she got out from the car and made her way to the entrance.

Dyomie Thornes
Things started to get a bit darker, and not just the sky, as Dyomie headed back to her apartment. She could hear distant screaming that seemed to come from the whole city; it was enough to make anyone a little edgy. So she picked up her pace a little and kept her eyes sweeping the areas around her, just as if she were on a another job.

When she turned the corner to get inside her apartment, she was thinking of barricading the doors and windows; more so when she saw the flashing red and blue lights parked in front. A blond woman was getting out and heading towards the door. Dyomie's mind raced to think of what to do; on one hand there was always running, but on the other there was her sister and for any reason her sister did not need to know what she did to get most of their money.

She stood completely still, just barely in the dark and out of sight of the car. Her brain worked over time and the cop's motions seemed almost too slow to be real as she calculated her plan. There was a loud clatter to her right which caught the criminal's attention. It was just some drunk, staggering around, nothing to bat an eye at. This drunk, however, seemed to be rather off. Something about him didn't register to her mind like a normal drunk and he looked mutilated, for lack of a better word.

"You okay there love?" Dyomie asked, sort of regretting drawing his attention to her even before she said anything. The guy looked at her and started to stagger towards her more frantically, making growling and gurgling noises. Dyomie began to walk towards the apartment, forgetting completely about the cops because she had a feeling this guy was one to run away from rather than fight. She didn't realize what she was doing until she backed into the cop.

Now she was in trouble.

Dyomie smiled politely at the cop, "Sorry officer, wasn't really looking where I was going. This guy is just kind of freaking me out," she said pointing to the staggering, mutilated drunk that was coming towards them.

Natasha Dean
Heard some talking from the alley, but she ignored the voices as she stepped towards the apartment entrance, yet before she could pull the door open a young woman bumped into her, warning Natasha to the presence of another man. His movements were similar to that of the man from earlier.

Natasha placed her hand on the holster, she could hear screaming from all directions and the sun was certainly beginning to set as she watched the drunk stumble towards the two.
"Sir, stay where you are." Natasha ordered, yet he took no notice of her and continued to stumble towards the girl. "Sir." She yelled, his face then turned crookedly to look at her, his eyes glassy. "Sir, can you understand me?" She asked, the entire situation reminded her of a zombie movie, the police force and the ambulance service were running around like headless chickens and there was more violence, riots and disturbances all across the city, not only in this jurisdiction.

As her thoughts returned to her, Natasha looked back to the man who was approaching at his sluggish pace, if zombie movies taught her anything, it was shoot them in the head, so she did. Expecting John to get out of the car and curse her, yet hearing nothing, sje spun round to look at him, unconscious in the front seat. "Oh god, no." She cried before running to the car door and yanking it open, John falling out. "John? John!" She cried, shaking him violently to no response. She looked up to the girl. "Hey go in and get any loved ones and come back here, immediately. We have to get outta here." She told her. "I promise, I'll protect you."


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Marie Thornes

After seeing the scene unfold in front of her Dyomie was utterly confused. One, she had just thought that guy was a mutilated drunk; two, when he got closer the more she could see that something was more wrong with him than just being a drunk; and three, a cop just shot him. She sort of guessed that the last one could be four as well as a cop just saved her by shooting another person.

After the gunshot went off, the cop made a promise to protect her, again weird, but the gunshot seemed to be attracting a few straggling others who were like that guy. There was a scream down the street and people running around, Dyomie had to squint, but she could see, or she thought she saw, one of those mutilated drunks eating another person.

"That may be, but you can't do that out here can you?" Dyomie said. She dropped what she had gotten at the store and unlocked the door, dragging the cop to her apartment. Inside she found Marie sitting and watching TV, yet looking too excited and happy to even be paying attention to what she was watching.

Marie immediately noticed the grave look on her sister's face and the fact that she had a cop with her, "What is going on?" she asked.
"I'm not entirely sure Tidbit, but it looks like we'll be moving to a different place," Dyomie said. She locked the door behind her and put one of their heaviest chairs in front, turning the lights and TV off and pulling the curtains on the windows, "Just so we don't attract any of their attention," she said as a way to explain what she was doing.

"What are you talking about? And why are you acting so weird? We can't move I've got to start training as early as I can and I need to contact that guy again!" Marie said, the more she talked the shriller her voice became. Dyomie was at her side in an instant, a hand over her sister's mouth.

"No yelling. There are some things out there, I'm not sure what they are, but they do seem dangerous. This cop here just killed one and I have a feeling that that trainer guy is dead or will be soon. Something is happening Marie and it isn't going to end well," she then stood up and looked to the cop, "I propose we stay here for the night, don't draw too much attention to ourselves and maybe get some supplies together before we leave in the morning. It's getting to be too dark out there and we can't move if there are more of those things walking around. Marie help-"

"But Dy what is going on?" Marie asked in a loud whisper.

Dyomie sighed, brushing a hand through her hair and she looked at the cop, "I don't know, but I need you to co-operate with me. You two stay in here and raid the kitchen and everywhere else for clothes, water, food, weapons, anything you can find useful; and I'll check in my room." At that last part she gave Marie a meaningful look before heading off to her room to search her stash of thieving tools.

Marie looked uncomfortably to the cop, "I promise she isn't always like this," she said standing up, "I'm Marie Thornes by the way and she's my sister Dyomie. What's your name?" then as an after thought Marie changed her question, "I don't suppose you can tell me what's going on?"


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Natasha didn't hesitate long, she followed Dyomie willingly into the apartment building, even though the world was going crazy, she couldn't help but check out the apartment she was sent to search, scanning each number as she and Dyomie ran up the staircase.

When they finally reached Dyomie's apartment, a slight gasp escaped her lips, not only had she killed 2 people, she was now aiding a criminal. Natasha shook her head, there was no law, not anymore so she bit her tongue and made sure to check all her possessions whilst in her presence.

Once in the apartment, Natasha let the two sisters chat away, using this time to collect herself. The best bet for survival would be to flee the city, to cut all ties and just leave everyone and everything behind, but she couldn't, she promised to help Dyomie and her sister, she also had to make sure Phillip was alright.

"I promise she isn't always like this, I'm Marie Thornes by the way and she's my sister Dyomie. What's your name?" Natasha heard the other girl say and she nodded with a slight smile, until the girl added on a second question. "I don't suppose you can tell me what's going on?"

"Nice to meet you, I'm Natasha, Natasha Dean." Natasha managed to croak, she hadn't noticed how dry her throat was, her adrenaline and her surge of emotions just seemed to stop her feeling anything. After clearing her throat, she attempted an answer. "Honestly? It's like Dawn of the Dead out there. As ridiculous as that is, it's the only answer I have for you."

Natasha could feel her worry beginning to set in and she took out her phone. "Sorry, I just have to make a call. Gimme two seconds." She whispered to Marie. Natasha opened her contacts and scrolled down to P, opening Phillip's contact details she hit dial and waited nervously, her feet tapping impatiently as she waited for an answer.
"Hello?" She heard a groggy, tired voice answer.
"Shh, Phillip, be quiet and listen. Whatever you do, don't turn anything on, no lights, no TV, no radio, nothing. Barricade the door and close all the windows, curtains and blinds. Something big is happening and you just gotta trust me, honey." There was a silence on the other end, Natasha nervously tapping her teeth.

"Baby, what's wrong?" She could hear the genuine worry in his voice.
"Just do it and prepare an emergency bag, fill it with food and water, clothes, medicine and a gun or two. I'll ring you in the morning, if I can't get through I'll try and get to the house, if you don't hear from me, by 1pm just flee the city."
Not even questioning her judgement, all she heard was, "I love you, goodbye babe." Knowing he had listened a smile tugged on her lips, but hearing those words caused a tear or two to roll down her cheek.


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Marie Thornes

Marie watched as the cop woman made a call. She was left unsure of what to do, on one hand her sister had given her orders, but then again she wasn't sure if she should follow those orders as she didn't know what was going on, even the cop's description didn't help her understand. Dawn of the Dead? Marie thought, wandering over to the fridge and starting to pull out some food, placing them on the counter. Her brain wasn't really functioning, first she got accepted into the gymnastics division of the Olympics, then her sister left to get celebratory things, and now they were in some kind of lock down and readying themselves to leave the city, all because her sister apparently got spooked by something that resembled a zombie from the movies. Her hands moved by themselves right now, placing everything from the fridge onto the counter regardless of it being cheese, fruits, milk, or butter. When that was down she moved to the cupboards and started the same thing, all without saying a word.

Meanwhile Dyomie was in her room, frantically searching for anything to help. All her weapons, which wasn't very much just a rifle that had it's attachable scope and a pistol, were on her bed along with a small lock-picking kit, and her spare walky-talky. There honestly wasn't much stuff in her room that would prepare for anything like this, just her job of stealing and even then it was mostly others' stuff that they used or she left the stuff there to be more conspicuous while travelling back home. She through all that stuff into her backpack, grabbing a couple duffle-bags she had, and throwing only about three pairs of clothing to change; though there was a ticker jacket, gloves, and a hat in there.

As she came out she saw the "progress" the other two had completed, which wasn't very much. Marie was busy, if you could call it that, with food and the cop was just finishing up a call. Dyomie thought this would be as good a time as any. She let the bags drop on the floor and walked over to the cop.

"I hope everyone is accounted for goldie?" she asked, an odd way of asking if her people were fine. Then in a lower voice she leaned towards the cop's ear to make sure that Marie didn't hear, "Listen, since it seems we maybe working together to survive and since you've probably already figured out who I am I need to ask you a favor. Tidbit over there doesn't know what I do for a living, she just thinks I'm a business woman and I would kind of prefer to keep it that way. So if you can, please don't tell her." This was neither a question nor a command, but rather a plea leaning on the side of an unsaid warning. At this point Dyomie completely dropped her pride, her sister must never know what she did to pay there rent and for fun, pride be damned at this point. This wasn't something that had happened often that Dyomie was forced to let go of her pride for a greater situation at hand, but they did happen occasionally. Sure Dyomie didn't love the idea that this woman was coming to arrest her, her diabolical schemes having left some trail to her, or the fact that their wonderful world where Marie's life was coming together perfectly was now a Hell, but still Dyomie's biggest worry was her sister finding out. Why? Was it pride? Was it just a secret to protect Marie? No it was the undoubted fear that Marie was going to stop loving her older sister out of embarrassment or disgust of what the truth was. Of losing the only person that ever seemed to love her no matter what, but like all love, this love was conditional and Dyomie didn't want to find out what those conditions were because then it would be too late.

There were groans coming from outside as more of those mutilated drunks wandered outside, some screams even started from nearby apartments, setting Dyomie's nerves on edge that it was only a matter of time that they would come to their door. Marie had dropped her some food at the sound of the screaming and ducked behind the counter, grabbing her knees for safety. Dyomie still held the cop's gaze, however, and wasn't going to let it go until this woman had given an answer. Waiting to see what she would do if the woman were to say "no".


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Natasha jumped slightly at the sound of the bag dropping and she looked up to the thief, she noticed she was watching her, they were both aware of what the other knew. Before Natasha could say anything, Dyomie spoke.
"I hope everyone is accounted for goldie?" Natasha nodded, holding back her tears at the thought of Phillip back at the apartment.

Dyomie then leant closer to her and whispered, making sure Marie couldn't hear. "Listen, since it seems we maybe working together to survive and since you've probably already figured out who I am I need to ask you a favor. Tidbit over there doesn't know what I do for a living, she just thinks I'm a business woman and I would kind of prefer to keep it that way. So if you can, please don't tell her."
Natasha knew what Dyomie did was wrong and it certainly made her seem less trustful, but right now they'd need each other and if Natasha had too consider her certain skill set, it would definitely be a good thing to have in a survival team.

After a moments hesitation, Natasha looked back up to Dyomie.
"You're secrets safe with me," she said with a smile. "The way I see it, there'd be no point in arresting you anymore and... you've a pretty necessary skill set for survival." She let out a light laugh, lightly nudging Dyomie with her arm. "I'll go help your sister with the food and bottle some water up."

Natasha woke her phone screen up to check for a message but saw she had no signal, she bit her lip and let out a sigh before stepping into the kitchen area. "Hey, Marie? You got any spare or empty bottles we can fill with water?" She asked, starting to help her gather the canned foods. As they were emptying the cupboards, the radio clipped to her belt started to static, Natasha quickly grabbed the receiver and pressed the button.
"Hello? Hello?!" She whispered into the radio. "Please respond."
"Natasha?" She heard the receptionist reply. "Oh my god, Natasha, please help me! I've looked the doors to the station but there's some sort of mob rioting outside! I'm so scared, a few of the cops have come back and they all got a few scraps and bites from some crazies. There's a few of us holed up here but only 3 of us haven't blacked out..." There was a silence followed by a muffled growl. "Wait, Jerome has just woke up! Jerome, you okay?" before Natasha could warn her there was a scream emitted from the radio, Natasha quickly muted it and looked up from the radio, her hand covering her mouth.
"Oh my god." She managed to breath, her body started to shake. "Even the station... what's happening?" She looked to Dyomie, hoping her input would help.

Looking back at her radio, she regained herself. "We need a plan, we need weapons and gear, and I need to get my boyfriend. I don't want to ask this, but please, come with me? I'll literally run into my apartment, come straight back out and then we'll go to the precinct building and gather a few weapons and leave the city." Natasha didn't want to burden them with saving her boyfriend, but the promise of weapons and protection had to be something.


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Dymoie rushed over to the kitchen when she heard the screaming come from the walkie that the cop had, Marie had a hand over her heart after being startled. Neither of the sisters moved for a while, they feared it was loud enough that the walkers down the hall could have heard. So they waited. Hearts pounding louder than ever. Their eyes focused solely on each other.

A groan came from the hall and the the door knob moved slightly. Slowly at first, but getting more frantic with each second. Dymoie gave a murderous look towards the cop before running to the bags she got. She threw one to her sister who began piling random things of food in it. Dyomie went to her sisters room and shoved wrinkled clothes inside. When she came back to the kitchen the walker outside started pounding on the door and a loud growl that could have once been yelling.

"So much for being discrete tonight!" Dyomie yelled. She gave the cop the bag with the clothes inside while she picked up her backpack that held the only weapons, the two walkies, her stolen gold cup, and a few other basic thieving tools. "We'll have to climb onto the fire escape," Dyomie said leaning to look out the window. She couldn't see much, it was getting to be too dark for visuals. Though she could see the cop's car not too far from where the fire escape dropped off. It was hard to think over the loud growling coming from outside their door, which had grown even louder as the walker brought some friends, and having them all pound and tear at the door.

"Get your keys ready blondie, once we're on the ground we can make a break for your car and go get your boyfriend and more importantly the weapons," Dyomie took a deep breath and opened the window, "You first blondie and try not to attract more attention than you already have. Then you go behind her Marie, I'll come last."

The door started splintering under the pressure and the girls could see wrinkled, peeled, and slightly grey fingers clawing at them through the small openings. "Now! Go, go, GO!" Dyomie yelled, shoving Natasha towards the window. Dyomie took out the rifle, not exactly planning on shooting one of these creatures, but it could still be used to bludgeon the damn things.

"Hey Tidbit," Dyomie called over her shoulder, her eyes firmly on the door.

"What?!" Marie practically screamed, though it was more from fear and adrenalin than frustration with her sister. That made Dyomie smile a little; it was comical of sorts, her normally care-free sister was freaking out.

"Just remember that whatever happens, I love you," Dyomie said looking over her shoulder this time, eyes resting on her sister's frozen-in-fear expression. She smiled gently, "And I am very proud of you."

"I love you too," Marie said, walking backwards towards the window, "Just stay alive for me okay Dy?"

"Wasn't really planning on dying," the thief said bringing her face back to the door where she could now see arms waving at her. She stood there. Quietly maintaining that position. Until she heard a whistle from outside. She looked and saw that the other two got out okay. A head popped through the door now. Dyomie took one moment to smack before rushing out the window herself. She ran and jumped down the metal staircase of the fire escape, landing on her two feet at the bottom. She looked in both directions to see if it was clear. Of course, it wasn't. There were a few straggling walkers coming towards them, but not in life ending sizes. Dyomie flipped one of them off before running to the car. She crawled in the back seat with her sister, slamming the door behind her.

"DRIVE!" Dyomie yelled. She let herself lean back in the seat. A smile on her face again as she found her sister's hand and grabbed hold of it. It didn't escape her that here she was sitting in the back of a cop car, Never expected to be here. Especially trusting cop at the end of the world, she thought to herself as she looked out into the night.


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Natasha heard the groans from the other side of the door and she shook her head, "So much for being discrete tonight!"
How was I supposed to know she’d scream?” Natasha replied stubbornly before grabbing the bag of clothes from Dyomie and watched as she made her way over to the window.
"We'll have to climb onto the fire escape,"

"Get your keys ready blondie, once we're on the ground we can make a break for your car and go get your boyfriend and more importantly the weapons, you first blondie and try not to attract more attention than you already have. Then you go behind her Marie, I'll come last." Natasha squinted her eyes at Dyomie and shook her head. "Now! Go, go, GO!" Slinging the bag over her shoulders, Natasha climbed out the window with a sigh as Dyomie pushed her from behind.
I’m going! Calm down!” She whisper/shouted at her.

Natasha quickly scrambled down the fire escape, looking in through the windows, she noticed some of the monsters in certain apartments, either ideally bumping about the rooms and eating other humans.

Natasha swallowed her vomit and let the shiver crawl up her spine as she abandoned anyone asking her for help through their windows, Natasha looked at her uniform but shook her head, mouthing a sorry to one of the people she passed.

Natasha made it to the bottom of the fire escape, so far none of the walkers had gathered near the bottom and so she dropped down, pulling out her baton she clubbed one that was too close to the car for comfort before stomping their head in with her boot. Taking out the keys to the car, she fumbled to open the door but managed it before Marie had even reached the bottom.

Sitting in the car, made her feel vulnerable as she waited for the sisters, the engine was running and she could feel the walkers approaching. Suddenly, Dyomie jumped in yelling.
DRIVE!” Hearing the voice, Natasha hit her foot on the gas as she speed down the street. Heading towards her apartment building.

Arriving outside, Natasha opened the private garage and drove in the door closing quickly behind them as they stopped the car. The garage was relatively quiet and it seemed the apartment was quite safe for the moment, of course, a few walkers were bound to be in the building, and no way everyone in the building was safe or free.

You can stay here, I’ll only be a few minutes. But you can come with me if you want. The doors only open with a code and that gate won’t open without this, so the garage is safe for now.” Natasha showed the girls a fob, it didn’t look like much but it contained a microchip that opened and closed the gate, her stare was directed at Dyomie as she implied she wasn’t trusting her to not steal the car.

Regardless of the girls choice, Natasha quickly ran up to the staircase doors and entered the code, the door opening and Natasha walking into the staircase, she noticed there were no walkers on the staircase. She let out a sigh of relief and ran up the stairs, 2 at a time until she made it to her floor, her breath was gone but she couldn’t stop. She took in a deep breathe and looked through the doors window, there was currently none of the walkers walking about the halls and so she unlocked the door, sneaking into the hall ensuring there was no walkers around and so she continued to her apartment, unlocking the door with her key.

Natasha opened the door, silently closing the door behind her she went into the bedroom. “Phillip?” She whispered and he sat up.
Natasha, thank god!” He quickly got up and ran over to her, hugging her tightly. He kissed her forehead and moved down to kiss her lips, which she didn’t resist. She pushed him away and then whispered into his ear.
Quickly, grab the bag you prepared while I get changed.” Natasha ran over to the wardrobe and pulled out a white loose fitting tank top, her leather jacket and a pair of skinny jeans. Quickly striping down, she pulled the outfit on and finished it off with a pair of black boots. “Ready?” She asked Phillip as he returned with a bag and a pair of sweats covering his legs.

As they were leaving the apartment, Phillip grabbed his hoodie and they left the apartment, the hall had 4 walkers roaming about it now and Natasha grabbed her pistol and baton and beat them on the head, while Phillip used his baseball bat and took down the remaining two walkers.

The pair quickly ran down to the garage after dispatching the walkers and running to the garage, once in the safety in the garage, Natasha pulled Phillip into a hug and kissed him. Once she pulled back, she rested her head in her shoulder. “I thought you might have died.” She said, clutching the fabric of his hoodie and resisting her tears. They quickly ran to the car and climbed into it, they looked at the sisters. “We should be safe in here, that gate is secure enough to prevent anyone or anything getting in. It’s the same with the staircase, we could stay here the night and then go to the police station during the day? It’d probably be safer.” Natasha suggested to the sisters.
I’ll do whatever you want, Tasha.” Phillip said, implying he agreed with her.


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While Natasha went up into the building to get her boyfriend, Dyomie stayed behind with her sister. She looked around. There wasn't much in the garage, but there were a spare few things here and there. Dyomie took out one of their bags and started putting whatever she could find inside it; be it tools, a pair of roller skates, and something random on the ground that she didn't look to closely at.

"Dy?" Marie said. Dyomie looked over to her sister who was hugging herself, "What happens now?"

Dyomie knew what Marie meant. It wasn't just what happens next, but what happens when they get out of the city, or if they survive, "Honestly Tidbit I'm not sure. The best we can do now is survive, for each other. Live from day to day or second to second. I doubt there will be much planning after all this." She said walking over to Marie and hugging her. Everything was quiet, which left Dyomie a bit unsettled, but she knew that at this moment they were safe enough to just hold each other. Natasha came back into the garage with the door banging loudly, a man coming behind her. The two got into the car, with the sisters scrambling in after them.

"We should be safe in here, that gate is secure enough to prevent anyone or anything getting in. It’s the same with the staircase, we could stay here the night and then go to the police station during the day? It’d probably be safer," Natasha said.

Dyomie looked to her sister who was unwilling to hold a gaze with anyone. She would love to keep her sister safe for the night, but just because this cop believed this place to be secure Dyomie couldn't help but think of those things busting down her door. Plus she doubted if anyone was going to get sleep tonight and if they weren't going to sleep then they should be trying to put distance between themselves and the city. "I think we should head to the police station. You said their would be weapons and I think we should keep moving. If we stop that will give these things time to find us and catch up. We should just keep moving," Dyomie said. The thief was pretty sure that this woman was going to start fighting with her, but surprisingly no words were exchanged, just the car starting to move again.

Outside it was complete chaos. Cars were crashed on the sides of the roads, bodies were everywhere, and small fires starting in some of the buildings. It certainly did look like the world had ended with them passing slowly by it. Some of the walkers had taken interest in the moving vehicle, but thankfully there was enough stuff between them and the walkers that the things were stumbling slowly to get to them. The station wasn't far from where they had left, but it had taken longer than it would have on a good day, what with the traffic and the fact they had to drive through some allies at times. When they pulled up to the station however, Dyomie was starting to regret her choice at coming here when it was getting so dark.

Walkers were surrounding the station, stumbling aimlessly around the building. They had parked a little ways away when they noticed the walkers in the distance. The cop turned the car off, hoping none of them had taken notice in the noise of the engine.

"What now?" Marie asked. Dyomie dragged her hand over her face as she thought. It was too late to head back to the safety of the garage now and they needed whatever weapons they could get, meaning they had to get inside that station.

"We'll have to clear it out so we can give ourselves more time to gather whatever weapons are left," Dyomie said. Her brain worked hard at trying to figure out how to do this. She was a thief, sure she wasn't used to killing monsters, but essentially what they were doing was going to steal weapons. Something clicked in her head. They were just here to steal. She looked towards the walkers as they walked back and forth, just like guards. This was like any other mission she had accomplished so far, she was telling herself, the only difference was she was going up against monsters who seemed to like the taste of human flesh and she didn't know where anything was, she would be going in blind in other words.

"Alright, blondie you're with me. We'll have to take these things out one at a time and as quickly and quietly as possible. We'll clear a path out here so when the inside is safe you," she pointed to the guy, "and Tidbit can run in quickly if needed, but don't come in until I tell you Marie. Still have your walkie?"

Marie nodded.

"Good. Now blondie, since this is your station you're the best one to help me figure out where these weapons are, so you'll need to stay behind me every step of the way and take out any of these Cretans that come too close. I'll head out in front and take out as many as I can. We'll move step by step in this, the trick is to keep going only stopping for a few seconds and don't make any noise; breathe through the nose and walk on the balls of your feet; always stay in a position that you'll be ready to fight in, elbows in, a good balanced position; and most importantly no guns," Dyomie said giving Natasha instructions. She looked towards the building. The walkers were mostly crowded around the front door and windows beside it. There was a door on the side, but Dyomie planned to go to the roof in case it was jammed, locked she would be able to deal with but jammed would cause too much noise to get through. She took a deep breath and got out of the car, swinging her backpack over her shoulder. They would have to look for something to use as weapons now since their guns would be staying with Marie and the Natasha's honey. There were two bits of metal, probably from something that had broken off there. She picked them up and gave one to Natasha.

"Ready blondie? Though honestly it doesn't matter if you are or not," Dyomie said as she made her way to the station. Her movements were that of a trained thief, quick, quiet, and sure footed. She was constantly looking in every direction she could and the bar she had in her hand was raised and ready to hit something. Just another day at the job, she kept reminding herself as they neared the station, their direction towards the side door, sidelining away from the big crowd of walkers out front.


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Natasha nodded as Dyomie suggested they kept moving, if anything it was a far better plan than just locking up for the night, they’d be sitting ducks if any of the things outside knew where they were. She wanted to argue with the plan, yet she couldn’t find any flaw and so she nodded before starting the engine and driving out the garage door.

Natasha had seen somethings during her time as a cop, but this was surely something no one would ever expect or get used too. The streets were empty, bare for a few of the things slowly wandering around, aimlessly until there attention was caught by the car and then they attempted to follow, but failed miserably.

Natasha kept her eyes on the road and how she was going to navigate around the city to the police station, but she knew the others were staring at the crumbling world around them. Natasha let out a breath and wondered if this was just happening in America, she was scared incase this was happening to her family back home, she quickly shook her head of the thought as the station came into view.

"What now?" Natasha heard Marie ask, it made her jump as she had forgotten about everyone else in the car.
We'll have to clear it out so we can give ourselves more time to gather whatever weapons are left," Natasha turned in her seat to face, Dyomie, she was calling all the shots at this point, after all this was just like a normal job for her. "Alright, blondie you're with me. We'll have to take these things out one at a time and as quickly and quietly as possible. We'll clear a path out here so when the inside is safe you," Dyomie pointed at Phillip, who politely nodded, "and Tidbit can run in quickly if needed, but don't come in until I tell you Marie. Still have your walkie?"

Natasha looked to Phillip, she was going to be leaving him outside with all these things, if he got hurt or worse, Natasha didn’t know what she would do. Chances are she’d take it out on Dyomie, blame her. If he gets hurt… No he won’t, Natasha, Phillip’s more capable than most. Natasha thought to herself. Her attention brought back to the conversation at hand.

"Good. Now blondie, since this is your station you're the best one to help me figure out where these weapons are, so you'll need to stay behind me every step of the way and take out any of these Cretans that come too close. I'll head out in front and take out as many as I can. We'll move step by step in this, the trick is to keep going only stopping for a few seconds and don't make any noise; breathe through the nose and walk on the balls of your feet; always stay in a position that you'll be ready to fight in, elbows in, a good balanced position; and most importantly no guns," Natasha sighed, it wasn’t like Dyomie was teaching her anything new, she learned all this in the Academy, it was the technique used for a shootout or when sneaking around for someone who doesn’t need to know you’re there. Natasha looked down at the metal club, Dyomie was handing her and shook her head, rejecting the metal piece and took out her baton. “Ready blondie? Though honestly it doesn't matter if you are or not," Dyomie said before silently darted towards the station, her movements were lithe and quick. Natasha followed, her style was more run and duck, run and duck, hiding behind any form of cover she could. Darting into an alleyway, she hugged the wall, making sure to keep quiet, she took out her key for the side door and tried the lock, she heard the click and lightly pushed the door, making sure not to make any noise as she did. She looked back to Dyomie and nodded, signalling to move in.


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Dyomie huffed and slumped to one hip when Natasha gave her orders, The nerve of that woman, she thought as she walked back into the room with the woman. She was blubbering at this point and Dyomie sat down next to her. "I know it hurts now, but with all the blood you've lost it won't be long before all pain will go away," she said in consolation. The woman looked at her.

"W-w-what?" she asked.

"From what I can see you're almost dead, then you won't feel any more pain. You should be making your peace with that fact instead of complaining about the pain," Dyomie answered. The woman's blubbering only increased at this, the ex-thief rolled her eyes. Then the woman's breath started to come out in more jagged and her tears stopped, with one last huff she slumped where she was, her eyes still open.

"What did I say?" Dyomie said standing up. She walked to the door about to put the lights out and leave the corpse in there, when she heard a thump behind her. She looked and saw the woman move, "Excuse me?" Another movement, then the jaw moved like it was chewing, and milk white eyes glanced towards Dyomie. The receptionist began moving towards her making growling noises. "What?" Dyomie asked. She quickly picked her pole up where she had put it down and stabbed the woman in the head before backing away. Dyomie closed and locked the door. When the quite started to settle into her she looked down to her leg. It wasn't bleeding profusely, but it did seem to be cut a little. She pulled back her blood stained pants and looked at it, the cut was fairly clean through, no jaggedness to suggest one of the walkers got her. She sighed a little, sure she didn't know what would happen if one of them did get her, but honestly she didn't really want to find out.

Before Dyomie could look for something to wrap it in, Natasha dropped back down into the room. "Dyomie, we have to go." Natasha whispered to Dyomie. "I know it's cruel but we have to leave, the military are about to bomb the city." Natasha looked back to the receptionist. "Just outside, there's a sewer grate, go down it and wait for me at the ladders, I'll get the guns, just get Phillip and Marie to safety. If I'm not there when you hear the explosions, go on without me."

"Now that I can do," Dyomie said, she thought it would be funnier if she didn't specify what it was she could do. Dyomie went out into the hallway and headed out the building. A couple of walkers saw her and started after her, she stopped her running and turned to face them. They stumbled and slashed, but being re-animated corpses, apparently, they were clumsy and slow. Dyomie dashed left to right, never standing still, she stabbed them each in the head after she got behind them. Without stopping she immediately ran to the car. She knocked on the side, Marie jumped out and hugged her.

"Quick grab our things, the city's about to be bombed, we need to head underground," Dyomie said.

"What about Natasha?" the boyfriend asked.

[b]"She's getting the guns, but in the meantime I'm taking care of you, so grab your stuff."
Phillip took the biggest load as he had also grabbed Natasha's bags. Dyomie cut a strip of fabric off from the car seat and wrapped it around her leg, running after the other two to the sewer entrance. Phillip was almost there first and opened the grate, he turned the flashlight on and stopped. There was a small horde of walkers grabbing up at them.

"What do we do now?" Marie asked as Dyomie caught up. She looked down and cursed at seeing the horde. There wasn't much time to figure out where to go. Phillip closed the grate and looked to Dyomie. She sighed.

"Let's leave a note for Natasha saying we're heading towards the metro tunnels, I believe there's an entrance close by here somewhere."

"Leave the not in what?" Phillip asked. Apparently he was going to be a hard one to push on and leaving Natasha behind like this.

Dyomie unwrapped her leg, "Well we have blood," she said. She covered her finger and began to write on the ground, 'Don't go in here, go to metro'-Dy. When that was done, bad hand-writing, but legible, Dyomie re-wrapped her wound and ushered the other to forward, having to literally pull Phillip behind her as he protested.

Dyomie could hear helicopters in the distance when they finally reached the tunnel's entrance. Dyomie through Phillip ahead of them, his flashlight illuminating their way. Marie grabbed her sister's hand. They made their way in, but didn't go too far down. Phillip insisted they stayed within seeing distance to the exit just in case.


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Natasha let out a light sigh as she watched Dyomie leave, she was scared but she couldn't let it show, she had to keep going. Turning back to the ventilation shaft, she pulled herself up into it again and made her as many educated guesses as to the direction of the gun store, but her guesses only got her so close and it was good enough for her.

Slipping out from the vent, Natasha crouched down as she took her steps cautiously and with haste, any minute now the city would be lit up like a bonfire and she'd have to get underground before that could happen. The hallway was too quiet, as she made her way down it, looking down, she noticed Dyomie had left a few bodies littering the hallway and the door open, so some must have wandered out of the building and onto the street.

Natasha, after finally reaching the door, quickly made her way in and locked the behind her. Hitting a light switch, Natasha was surprised to see that the lights still worked and she quickly set about filling a duffle bag with guns and their respective ammo, a few batons and even tear gas, after watching one too many post apocolypse movies and playing one too many survival games, Natasha knew that humans would be the greatest threat next to whatever the things outside were. However, that wasn't what worried her the most, she could her the sound of oncoming helicopters approaching.

Finally filling the bag, Natasha grabbed a few flashlights, flares and glow sticks and managed to fit them into the bag, which was too big and heavy for her to bring through the vents. Opening the door, she looked to the door which Dyomie had conveniently left open and Natasha made a run for the door, looking behind her, she looked down every hallway and watched as more walkers started to emerge, she kept pushing herself down the hallway and as she ran out the door, she quickly whipped around and slapped the door closed before running to the sewer grate. Lifting it, she noticed the huddle walkers reaching up at her. "Shit." Escaped her lips as she looked around for a clue, nothing, no note or even trail. Natasha rubbed her forehead with a sigh and as she did looked down on the ground, there was blood on the floor but it was smudged slightly but the last word was clear. Metro.

Natasha quickly took off, the walkers slowly walking towards her, she could hear the helicopters now, they were right on top of her. Natasha pushed herself harder as she neared the entrance, it was getting hard to breath and her legs were killing her, but she had to keep going. Bang. Natasha's heart stopped as she heard the first bang and several screams. "Oh my god." Natasha could see the entrance and she pushed herself forward. She leapt down the steps to the entrance and landed at the bottom but she was so exhausted she fell to the floor. Bang. Another explosion came from outside.

"Tasha!" She heard the familiar voice call as she looked up to see Phillip reaching down to pick her up. "What's happening out there?"
"There's no… no time. We have to go deeper." Natasha said through heavy breaths as Phillip helped her up. "Come on, we have to hurry." She said as she nodded to Dyomie in approval and thanks for keeping her word and keeping Phillip safe.


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Marie Thornes

Dyomie sat down, giving her injured leg a break, Marie looked down at her worriedly, but Dyomie just ignored her gaze. That would be something to address later. Then they heard the bombs starting in the distance. Marie sat down and curled into her older sister, Dyomie watched Phillip with great intensity to make sure he wasn't honestly stupid enough to go running outside at this moment. She was about to stand up and say they should get deeper into the metro tunnels when heavy footsteps could be heard in the distance. Dyomie looked and sure enough Natasha was scrambling towards them.

"Son of bitch," Dyomie said, shaking her head. In all honesty she hadn't thought that this woman would actually make it back to them. Phillip in a completely emotional scene ran towards his girlfriend and hugged her. This is exactly why she was never in a relationship, way too cheesy.

"Come on, we have to hurry," Natasha said. She nodded to Dyomie in approval of keeping Phillip safe, the thief cringed at that, Great now a cop is approving my actions. This is just fantastic, she thought. They all grabbed their bags and started to move hastily down into the tunnels. Dyomie held a flashlight as they got deep enough no light could be seen. The walls and ceiling rumbled around them as the bombs hit the ground, sending small pebbled raining on their heads with a boom that made Dyomie and Marie want to ever their ears.

It was Dyomie who had heard the voices first. She pushed Marie against the wall, hoping the others would do the same. "There are people up ahead," Dyomie mouthed, she handed Marie one of her walkie-talkies as well as pulled out her pistol. She dropped her bag on the ground, "I'm going to go talk to them, if things go wrong find another tunnel to go," she whispered. At this point Dyomie felt it was a bit redundant to say 'and protect Marie with your life', plus it would also put Marie in a worse mindset. Without any answers, Dyomie nodded and walked up to the corner. She looked around the corner and saw a train cart that was trapped, a few others were moving around it trying to help whoever was inside.

"George! We have to get back to the maintenance room! We'll figure this out later!" a boy shouted to the others.

A woman nodded, "You heard the boy! Let's go!" As the people moved it looked as though they were coming towards them. Dyomie crept around the corner, staying close to the wall, her pistol cocked and ready to fire if needed. She then stepped out in front of them, a safe enough distance between both groups.

"Stop there or I'll shoot!" Dyomie yelled at them, her pistol raised, "What do you want?" Her hand was steady and her eyes narrowed. There was no way they were going to get passed her until she knew for sure they were safe.


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# Sarah Hawke #


Thunderous quakes shook the ground as dozens of convicts shepherded a hooded man down the halls towards the kitchens. Their riotous noise-making was almost enough to overpower the sound of the distant bombs dropping, but not quite. The captive was corralled across the kitchen tile and thrown into the walk-in freezer. Sarah struggled on the tips of her toes to see what was happening, but the halls were packed with too many bodies. Through the heads of the men ahead of her, she managed to see Oliver force himself into the freezer with a bearded man and the prisoner.


Another explosion in the distance, followed by the aftershock of a neighboring building crumbling to the ground. Sarah looked at the mob of strangers scrambling for cover all around her, feeling absolutely lost and alone. A passing shoulder knocked her to the ground, and Dax -- having witnessed Sarah's fall -- limped over to help her off her hands and knees.

Her eyes lit up when she saw who it was, his bright red hair like a lighthouse amongst the chaos. "T-Thank you," Sarah managed to blurt out. Dax pulled her to her feet, nodding curtly.

"This way," he ordered, starting down one of the side halls. She took his arm, helping to steady the man as they moved away from the frenzied crowd. Sarah looked over her shoulder one last time, hopelessly checking for Oliver in the mass of convicts. She hoped that whatever was happening behind that freezer door had nothing to do with him -- however serious it looked.

If only she knew...

* * *

Inside the freezer, Bronson slammed Calvin against the metal rack, cuffing his right hand to one of its legs. Oliver closed the door behind him as he entered, turning around just as Bronson ripped the bag from Calvin's head. He squinted against the crystal blue fluorescent light -- a bandana crudely tied around his head and mouth in a makeshift gag. His reddened eyes glared back and forth between his two captors as he sat on the freezing plate floor, shackled to the rack behind him.

Oliver shook his head, running one hand over his face to calm his nerves. He waited a beat for Bronson to speak, but knew that the man probably felt he had nothing to explain. Since things had gone down, Bronson had assumed total authority over the surviving convicts, including Oliver -- so much so that the men had coined the monicker "The Warden" for their bearded leader. The assumption was that his orders went without question, his means and deviances without mention -- and in return he would provide security, safety, and sustenance for those who followed him. And the cycle continued, and continued... leaving Oliver as the only real voice of reason. Had things gone down differently, Bronson would have likely killed him during their escape from the prison bus, but he recognized that Oliver was the only reason they survived in the first place. He wondered how long that immunity would hold out for -- given the way things had been going lately.

"What the hell is this, Everett?" Oliver asked, jabbing a finger at Calvin.

Bronson sighed, dramatically. "Now why would you go and use my name -- my God-given birth name -- in front of our prisoner?" Oliver rolled his eyes, as if that was the point here."Are you fucking stupid?"

"Explain this before I get pissed," Oliver replied, already tired of these games. Calvin wrestled with his wrist against the pole, testing the strength of his bindings. Bronson served up a sharp kick in the knee to shut him up, and Calvin yanked his leg back in pain.

"Maybe if you had been around today when I needed you, we wouldn't be in this situation," Bronson chided, circling the floor. "This man murdered my brother," he explained, turning to look at Calvin. The two glared at each other for more than a moment, reveling in their dislike for one another. "He was smart enough not to resist me when I found him, and so I've brought him here to serve his sentence."

Oliver shook his head at the ego of it all. "Serve his sentence? Listen to you! Did you really just break out of prison to start another one?" he scolded. "You ever think of asking him why he killed your brother?"

"Finally, someone with some sense," Calvin chimed in from the floor. Bronson delivered another sharp kick, this time to his shin. His handcuffs rang taut against the rack as he winced in pain, grasping for his leg. Oliver leapt forward, placing his arm across Bronson's chest as he wound up for another kick -- this one aimed at Calvin's stomach.

"You really gonna put hands on me, boy?" Bronson asked, calmly. Oliver eased up, eyeing the man with suspicion. He knew from their time together in the joint just how unpredictable the man could be. It was a very calculated impulsiveness -- one that treaded the fine line between genius and suicidal. But there was something in Oliver's eyes that Bronson didn't like. He wound back, quickly striking out with his elbow against Oliver's jaw. The man reeled backwards into one of the other metal racks, gripping it with all his strength to keep himself steady. Cansan d bags of food clamored on the ground as they were knocked free of their shelves. Bronson was already on him again, this time driving his knee into Oliver's stomach. His limp frame dropped to the ground, effortlessly. This was the real Everett T. Bronson... the "Warden" that everyone whispered about. He reached down and drew a knife out from Oliver's waistband.


The Warden turned to Calvin, examining the knife in his hand like a surgeon with his tools. He inched a few steps closer to his prisoner, pondering his fate...


Another bomb dropped as he placed a foot on Calvin's chest, pinning him against the rack. His other hand grasped Calvin's handcuffed wrist and braced it to the pole, holding the knife close. But, no... it didn't add up. His brother was an idiot -- too much so to be considered his right hand man. Besides, such a small knife would take too long for a proper severing, and Bronson hated doing a messy job. He backed off a bit, watching Calvin wreathe and squirm against his restraints in protest.


Dust sifted down from fresh cracks in the ceiling, falling past Bronson's judging eyes. What was his brother to him? What punishment fit the crime? He supposed that in a way, he was his eyes and ears. Always the talker, never the thinker -- his dear baby brother. That seemed fair enough -- an eye for an eye.

Having finally decided, he looked Calvin straight in his... for the last time.

* * *

+ Niobe Kajja +

The bold young woman kept her weapon held high as she popped out from behind the corner of the overturned train car. The girl kept a steady aim on Niobe as others from the group crept out from behind the car. Niobe watched as the girl's eyes widened and she adjusted the grip on her gun.

"Easy there now, kid," Niobe muttered, keeping as still as could be. Another girl came up from behind the armed one and put her hand on the gun, lowering it.

"There's a little girl with them," she said, nodding in Lily's direction. Dyomie noticed what she was talking about and dropped her guard a bit. Natasha joined them, sauntering out from her hiding spot with her weapon drawn -- Phillip close behind. They looked just like the rest of them... as if they had just been through Hell and back.


They all braced themselves as the entire platform shook again, the metal rails ringing like church bells as parts of the ceiling crumbled from above loosening the tracks. Niobe sized up the four newcomers.

"Look," she called out, "this is the most people I've seen in one place since this all started... so I know I'm not crazy when I say we need to stick together if we're going to have any kind of future here. None of us know each other, I know... but that's the situation we're in." Harper looked at Nathan -- and Steve, who stood behind Lily with his hands on her shoulders. "There's no more how do-you-do's, no more shaking hands and talking about the weather. There is only one thing... survival."


The hanging silence was stifled by yet another explosion. "She's right," Rafiq added, pushing to the front of the crowd. "We can't keep pointing guns at each other when the real enemy is out there." He pointed up towards the streets above. "We have to go deeper into the tunnels until the bombings stop."

Dyomie squinted her eyes, still unsure of what to do. "We don't know you people," she protested in defense of her situation.

Niobe lowered her weapon, slowly -- too tired to put up with anymore of this. "And you're not going to at the other end of a gun," she preached.

Jessica lovingly squeezed her son's shoulders as she edged towards the front of the group. "There's a junction about a quarter mile down the tracks that could hold all of us. It might be tight, but the foundation should hold until all of this settles down," she advised, looking around the group.

Jack crossed his arms. "One of our friends is still out there," he protested, pointing behind him. "Calvin could have made it somewhere safe before the bombs got this close..."

Harper's gaze lowered to the ground. "So the best possible scenario is that Calvin's holed up somewhere with a bunch of psychotic escaped convicts?" Molly stood next to her, chewing her lip in thought. Something they had mentioned caught her ear, and it all suddenly added up in a flash.

"Calvin... Hawke?" She asked, hanging on their every breath. Harper looked around at some of the others, not quite understanding. He was enough of an established film personality that anyone with a TV would know the name, but Molly's face didn't show the excitement of a fan... it showed nothing but worry and panic.

"Uhh, yeah... Calvin Hawke," Harper replied to the girl.

Molly looked Rafiq dead in the eyes. "That's Sarah's brother..." she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. Rafiq furrowed his brow, sad that she wasn't here to rejoice in the news that her brother is alive... or at least, was a minute ago. Only time would tell how many deaths they'd be mourning in the inevitable aftermath of the bombings.

"Who?" Harper asked eagerly, her interest peaking.

Rafiq shook his head. "One of our own is missing too," Rafiq replied, somberly. "Sarah." Harper traded a look with Nathan through the crowd.

"Two of our own," George corrected, bristling at the thought of his poor dog.

Rafiq nodded. "His dog went with her..."

Niobe holstered her gun and took in the group. "There's nothing we can do for them now," she insisted. As much as they all hated the thought, she was right. It was only them now -- they had to keep moving. "Jessica, lead on..." Niobe commanded. The group slowly started trudging along, helping each other around the wreckage of the train cars and debris. Dyomie glanced back at Marie and the rest of her group, slowly stowing her pistol and following suit. Jessica pulled to the front, guiding the group deeper into the blackened metro tunnel. The pitter-patter of over a dozen different footsteps trailed behind her as more bombs thudded against the surface above. Niobe gritted her teeth as she ran, hoping she knew what she was doing. Whatever this new world was, it was clear that the rules were made up as you went along.

If this really was the end... she had a feeling it was only just getting started.



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The setting changes from Season 1 to Season 2


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Rafiq Chedidi


“Ow come on Rafiq, I’ve been stuck here forever.” Molly looked at him with her best Puppydog-eyes impression.

“I know, but it’s not safe out there,” Rafiq responded weakly. He knew the argument didn’t hold much water.

She jumped on that fact immediately. “You and the others have been outside multiple times now. I can handle myself. I’m a big girl you know.”

“But you’re ankle...”

“Is fine!” She made a twirl, showing how the sprained ankle no longer affected her. Nevertheless, she winced a little. The injury clearly wasn’t healed yet. She knew that he knew. “We don’t have to go far. I only want to step outside and see the sun.”

She turned around and looked at Wayne, who was laying in his bed and had been observing the situation with a bemused expression. Spending his days in the makeshift ‘sickbay’ corner must have made him very bored. “Come on Wayne,” Molly pleaded, “help me out here. Fellow patients should stick together.”

Wayne laughed at that. “Not so sure what your problem is Rafiq. If it were me, I’d take this beautiful lady outside in a heartbeat.” He gently placed a hand on his stomach and added dramatically, “Alas, I’m in no shape to do so.”

All of sudden, Wayne retched and spit some of the content of his stomach in the bucket next to his bed. Both Rafiq and Molly turned away from the sight. This was Rafiq’s cue to leave. He hated vomiting.

“Alright, alright. I’ll take you outside for a second,” he said. Molly hugged him gratefully and winked at Wayne. “See you later Wayne. Do get better.”

“Yes, my lady,” he said with a face distorted between a grin and a grimace.

Molly took Rafiq’s arm into hers as they left the room. It was a thing she did to show affection, Rafiq had noticed. So had Carl, apparently, as he had often tried to help her escort through the rooms. The three of them had gotten along quite well, all things considering. Marie often hang out with them as well. That was, when her sister was not around. Rafiq was not sure what her problem was, but he felt like Dyomie had a huge chip on her shoulder. Especially when it concerned Marie.

Just as he was thinking about her, they ran into Marie.

“Where are you going?” She asked.

“Outside,” Molly beamed, “Rafiq is going to show me the sun.” She pulled him closer, but Rafiq instinctively took a step backwards. Marie seemed to notice, but instead smiled faintly at Molly. “Sounds nice,” she said.

“You want to come?” Rafiq asked. He suddenly realized how it might look if he took Molly outside alone.

Marie shook her head, “No, I’m sorry. I promised to help Jessica out with the laundry.”

“Alright,” he said, “maybe another time.”



They walked pleasantly towards one of the entrances of the metro tunnels. Despite Molly’s injury, it didn’t take them long. At least she was able to walk at a more or less normal pace.

Rafiq pushed open one of the doors and peered through. The area was free of walkers. Of course, despite the hell it had put them through, the bombing had at least been somewhat effective. There were still some stragglers here and there, but the number of walkers in the immediate vicinity of their hideout had decreased drastically.

“Oh my god,” Molly said slowly as she stepped outside. Looking at her expression, he realized she had not yet seen the aftermath of the bombing. The city was not completely destroyed, as he had feared a while back, but some of the buildings were severely damaged. Add that with the eerie emptiness of the streets and it must be a difficult sight to take in.

“Yeah, they hit the city pretty hard,” he said.

“It’s a ghost town.”

“Zombie town.”

She did not laugh at the joke.

“You think he’s still out there?”


“My brother.”

That had been one of the things that had made him and Molly bond so quickly. Both of them had lost family in the early hours of the outbreak, something the others hadn’t experienced for themselves. Everyone feared and wondered about their family, but the two of them were the only ones who knew for sure that the people they loved were gone.

“I don’t know.”

Molly had told him what had happened to her brother, Daniel. He had been killed by a car thief, but she couldn’t remember if he had been shot in the head or not.

They both stood there for a minute in silence, enjoying the sunlight while remembering the people they had lost.

All of a sudden, she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him towards the nearest building.

“Let’s get a better view,” she said.

“I thought we weren’t going far.”

“As if the building across the street is far.”

He had to admit she had a point and so he followed her.

The door of the building was locked, but someone, maybe from their own group, had smashed one of the windows in. Rafiq helped Molly through and then stepped into the room himself.

“Be careful,” he whispered, “there can always be some hidden.” He shuddered, remembering that one time in the supermarket. He often wondered what had happened to the old man in the wheelchair.

They quietly made their way to the roof, which was easily accessible through a number of stairs. Outside, two directions were obscured by the other buildings, but the south and east were clearly visible. Rafiq had not have time yet to view the city like this. He gasped, just like Molly.

The city seemed wrong. Off. Lifeless. The bombing had changed the city in something that was still recognizable, but different. A knot tightened in Rafiq’s stomach. With everything that had happened, this was somehow the most depressing view so far. It told him their truly was no way back. The world had changed and they had to live by its new rules.

“What’s that sound?” Molly asked.

“What sound?”He answered. Defensively, he took a hold of his knife. He hadn’t let go of the thing ever since it all started.

Then he could hear it too. A mumbling of growls and grunts was coming from the street below. They looked over the edge of the roof. A small number of walkers had grouped together and were scuffling about aimlessly. They had not noticed there were two humans up on the roof, but had somehow decided to stop in front of the building they were in.

“Dang it,” he whispered in an annoyed tone.

“What do we do now?”

“We wait.”

But that proved futile. As he said it, Rafiq could see movement from the corner of his eye.

He turned around and saw that something had made it to the top of the roof.

They were trapped.


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Natasha sat at a table, her muscles were still sore from the push to make it to the metro tunnels without getting incinerated, the build up of lactic acid certainly made most of her muscles sore, especially in her legs for a while after the run, but it was still sore to move them too much. She looked at the bag before her, she got enough guns and ammo from the weapon store to arm the group, but Natasha didn't know whether or not to trust the people down here, she had very little reason to trust any of them. Natasha would have to talk about it with Dyomie but she'd have to look for her first.

Natasha pushed herself up from where she and Phillip had made their bed, as she managed to limp away Phillip noticed her from the fire barrel and ran over. "Hey, hey! Take it easy." He warned her, his voice laced with worry and sincerity, but Natasha shook her head at him.
"I'm fine, Phillip, it's not like I broke a bone, it's just tired muscles." Natasha told him, before pushing away from him. "You don't have to worry." Natasha placed a kiss on his lips before heading off to look for Dyomie. The bag was hidden where no one would even think to look for a bag full of weapons and she was sure no one had saw her place it there, so Natasha went to the place where she had hidden it.

On her way there, she noticed Niobe storming out of one of the offices, Natasha gave her a weak smile, but she was unsure whether or not Niobe even noticed or not, she just looked so angry. Natasha thought nothing of it and continued on her way, passing by Lillian she gave the young girl a smile. "Hey there, how you holding up?" She asked the young girl, no doubt this entire event will have caused a lot of emotions to flow through the girls mind, Natasha wondered where her parents must have been during the outbreak but didn't think it polite to mention it to anyone. She stayed for a few minutes to talk to the youngest of the group before excusing herself and making her way to the weapons.

It took her awhile to get there, it was right where they had met the other survivors, the over turned station car and she smiled to the person on watch, "Hey, I'll take over, you go get some rest." Once sure they had left, Natasha used her flashlight to locate the vent shaft she had stashed the guns in, having found it she pulled them out and checked everything was there, once sure everything was there, she took out her walkie talkie, she and Dyomie had decided to have a private wavelength, both Phillip and Marie were on the wavelength but they rarely had their radios on now that the group was relatively safe down here. "Hey, Dyomie, I need you to come back to the over turned car, help me keep watch." Aware that Dyomie might be around someone that would wonder, she added the last part just to be sure.


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Rafiq Chedidi


After one last look at Molly’s body, he closed and locked the door behind him. She would be safe in there, he hoped. At least for the time being. Maybe the others would want to go back for her body. He did not know. As far as Rafiq was concerned, he had said his farewell.

He didn’t know how long he had been sitting on that staircase, holding her. It felt like a lifetime. But at some point he had gotten up and looked around the building. He had quickly found a small room with a bed in it, empty. He figured it would be as good a final resting place as any. At least it was better than the sewers, where he had left Nasir behind.

He had placed her on the bed and said a small prayer. Rafiq didn’t really knew her beliefs, but he was quite sure Molly wasn’t Muslim. So his prayer had been short and neutral, without any mention of Allah or the Prophet. He was not the type of person to force a religion on anyone. Especially not on a dead girl.

As a final act, he had taken the silver necklace from around her neck. He knew it was a gift from her ex-fiance. She had not told him why she kept such a thing from a relationship that ended badly, but it had been special to her. And now it would be special to him, just like Nasir’s bracelet. After he stuffed the necklace in his pocket, he touched the leather bracelet, feeling the words. Only iron strikes iron.

He got back down the stairs to the ground floor and listened carefully. There did not seem to be any walkers around. He peered through the broken window where he and Molly had gotten through just a while back. At least there was nothing in front of him.

Rafiq stepped through the window and looked around. As he turned towards the right, his heart stopped in his throat. A large mass of people was visible some distance away. No, not people. Walkers.

They had not noticed him, either too occupied or simply too far away. He reached for his gun and knife all the same and dashed across the street. Keeping one eye on the walkers, he ran towards the entrance of the metro station. Just as he was nearing it, someone was opening the door. Instinctively, he raised the gun.

“Wow, Rafiq, watch out!”

It was Marie. Thankful, he lowered the gun. “Sorry,” he said, “can’t be too careful.”

“I understand. I came looking for you guys.” She looked behind him. “Where is Molly?”

He averted her gaze. He did not want to talk about it. Not yet. But he knew he had no choice.

“She’s dead.”

Marie’s eyes grew wide with horror. “Dead? What do you mean? How...”

He held up his hand to silence her. “Not right now. Please. There is a large group of walkers up ahead.” He pointed down the street. Marie got out of the doorway and looked around the corner. She went as pale as snow. “Ow my God,” she mumbled, “that’s why... There were shots from the other entrance. That’s why I came looking for you guys. Did Molly... Did Molly get caught by them?”

Rafiq pulled her back into the entrance way. “Another walker,” he admitted, “dead now.” He could feel his head spinning from all the new information. If the others were caught up with that bunch of walkers... He did not have a good feeling about this.

He looked Marie straight in the eyes, trying to get her attention. “Marie, listen! We don’t have time for this right now. We need to get down to the others, figure out what is going on!”

With that, he sprinted away, back to their improvised underground shelter. Marie followed close behind, until he heard her gasp.

“Wait!” She shouted loudly. Too loudly. He turned around, fearing another walker attack, just as it had happened with Molly.

He was relieved to see that this was not the case, but Marie had turned towards a sideways corridor. “My sister. Dyomie. She needs to know about this!”

“Wait, what? She is not with the others?”

Marie’s eyes bulged with panic. “I don’t think so. She went to Natasha. I have to find them.”

“Then I come with you.”
He did not want to leave another person alone.

“No, you can’t. I know the way by now. She won’t be far. Rafiq, you need to get down towards the others. There are children down there! They need you more than I do.”

He hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I think nearly everyone else had gotten towards the other entrance. Where the shooting came from. The kids need you more then I do.”

He nodded. Marie would be fine, he told himself, the walkers were on the other side. She would get back in time. With her sister and the cop. She’d be fine. And she was right, the children might need help.

So they parted ways, Marie going through one of the maintenance tunnels as a shortcut to get to the area with the train car, and Rafiq towards the hideout.

After a quick sprint, he reached the door towards the main room. He noticed there was nobody on guard duty. He swung open the door and nearly ran into Wayne. “Wow!” The black man shouted in surprise, “there you are!”

Rafiq shook Wayne’s outstretched hand while catching his breath. He looked around the room. Besides Wayne, there was Philip, watching the other door while holding a gun, and Annabelle was trying to calm down the kids.

“Where is Marie?” Philip asked, “she went looking for you guys.”

“And Molly, where is she?” Annabelle inquired, while stroking Lily’s hair.

“Marie is fine,” Rafiq assured Philip, “she went to look for her sister. Molly...” he looked away, not knowing whether he should tell them in front of the children.

Wayne caught his look though, and knew what it meant. “Oh shit,” he muttered.

“Marie told me what happened,” Rafiq went on, trying to avoid the matter of Molly’s death. “You heard shooting?”

“Jack did, a while ago now,” Philip responded, gesturing his gun in the direction of the door he was guarding. “We’re not sure what is going on, but it does not sound good. And nearly everyone is out or went out to check. Wayne and I stayed behind, to protect the place.”

Rafiq chewed on his lip, knowing that he had to take action. “That’s not all of it,” he said, “I saw a large horde of walkers outside. From what I can tell, they could be near that entrance.”

Annabelle’s eyes went as wide as saucers. “Dear Lord in heaven...”

“What do we do?” It was Sam, frightened, but trying to be brave and helpful at the same time.

Wayne began to cough, his illness clearly not over. Philip simply stared at Rafiq, not making any indication of wanting to take the lead.

Rafiq nervously scratched the stubble on his chin. “We can’t leave. Not yet. The others will probably make their way back here. But when they do...”

“The walkers will follow them,” Wayne said, groaning.

“Yes, so we need to gather everything of importance and be ready to leave when they arrive.”

“And if they don’t come back?” Philip asked in a tone that did not please Rafiq.

“They'll come back.” Rafiq said. He looked at the children. "They'll have to."

They all went to work, finding the backpacks and stuffing them with food, weapons and ammunition. Over the last couple of days, they had gathered enough backpacks for each individual. They were filling all of them, hoping that its owner would come back to pick it up in time.

Rafiq found a piece of pen and paper and wrote down a message to the others. Just in case.