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Simon Beaman

"Look if we can just- Ah, shit, here they come again!"

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a character in “The Will to Survive: A Beginning”, as played by The Soul one

Description

Name:
Simon Beaman

Nickname:
Simon
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Age:
29

Gender
Male

Height
5'9"

Weight
175 lb.



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Job
Drug Dealer

Personality
Rough and tumble, Simon got to his position of street power the hard way. He started young, so he knows how things work. He kept working up the chain of command using a moderate amount of cunning, violence, and money until he realized that he was the top of his street. He's ruthless on some things and merciful on others. He enjoys the spotlight so long as he isn't seen as a criminal.

History
Born and raised on the streets, Simon kept to himself during most of his school life. It wasn't until he was 16, when his mother and father died in a gang attack, that he decided what to do with his life. He decided to kill those that killed his parents.
That looked a lot harder then it should have to this timid child, especially since he didn't even have a knife. He decided to get some help, so he tried to join a gang. He failed miserably, and was almost beaten to death. He persisted, however, and decided to change his act and get stronger. He got a part-time job and worked out at a nearby gym, working for 2 years. Then, he asked to join the gang again. Simon has been working on preparing his mind for what they would put him through, and when he was told to kill a man, he did, and asked the gang member who was watching "That was it?"
Several years later, his gang got attacked by the ones that killed his parents, and Simon led the counter attack. He first hid several armed men in a apartment outside, then rushed all of his men in through the back, trying to get them outside, where the men, armed with machine guns, wasted them.
When the infection hit, he ran for it while his men got killed by the zombies. He managed to make it back to his place, where he grabbed an AK74, a submachine gun, a Glock, several clips for both guns, and a long knife. He now building hops, searching for food and easy zombie kills when he can. After all, those mother fuckers stole his hard won life of money and women! He hopes he can find some form of group that he could take over. That way, all this dirty work wouldn't be his business anymore.

So begins...

Simon Beaman's Story

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"Oi, Simon! Wake up, baby doll!" Simon Groaned. He didn't care who it was, he wanted five more minutes. "Simon... I got some good news for you, man!" Simon opened his eyes slightly, spotting Carlos, one of his closest men. "Aha, I knew you were awake! Listen, that shipment of meth came early man, just like you wished it would."

Simon sat up. "Really?" He rubbed his eyes and checked the time. Fucking four in the morning. "You do know what time it is, right?"

"Who cares? This stuff isn't from Jaime, this shit's from Bronz!"

"Bronz sent his early? How the hell'd he do that?"

"I dunno man, but it's here."

"Let me get dressed real fast..." Simon got up, looking for a shirt and pants.

"See, I knew you'd wanna see this!" Carlos looked really excited. Actually, Carlos would look excited over lots of things, so that's not that unusual.

Simon got dressed in his usual attire; a suit, and followed Carlos to the car. He waved at a few people as he got in the shotgun. Carlos looked at him. "Got your gun?"

Simon sighed. "No, I do not have my gun. That's what I have these guys for." He indicated the two guys in the back. One was packing a shotgun while the other had a M16.

"Alright man, whatever. I just worry about you man."

Simon laughed, and the car started heading to one of three warehouses that Simon's group used. Carlos used several short cuts, avoiding all of the major routes. Strangely, a few people were running through the ally's they used. "What's going on?" Simon asked after they passed a third one.

"Dunno man, think something's up?" Carlos said as they pulled into the warehouse.

"Maybe... Let's check it out after we check the drugs." Simon said, getting out of the car. Several of his men greeted him, and led them to the truck. The back was closed. "You guys didn't even open it?"

"Well-" A crash from inside the container. "What the fuck? Open that up. Lock and load, boys!" Simon opted that it would be best if he took cover, so hid behind a container near where the car was, just to be safe. Two guys opened the container while five others, including Carlos, sat back, aiming their guns.

The container doors were opened quickly, and someone fell out immediately. Everyone shot him at once, and Carlos started laughing. He stopped when they looked into the container.
Bronz had filled the entire thing with people. They looked like shit, and they were all bleeding from various injuries. At the shots, they all turned and faced Carlos and the men. "What the fuck?!?!" Carlos started aiming again, but one of them from the front lunged, tackling him to the ground and biting his neck. The rest was a blur, things running from the container, grabbing and biting Simon's men. Simon, watching this whole thing taking place, decided that a strategic retreat was in order.

Simon turned and started running to the car. His footsteps attracting attention. He ran into the car and tried turning the ignition before remembering that this was Carlos's car. One of the weirdos lunged at him, smacking her head on the windshield. now that he had a good look at them, he was sure he was still dreaming. Just in case, though, he reached under the seat and grabbed the extra gun Carlos told him about. It was a Glock. Perfect. Simon took aim and blew a hole into her head and into the one outside his door. He opened it and shot the next two coming at him before realizing they were ALL coming at him now. Not cool.

He turned and opened the door leading outside and slammed it behind him. He did not have enough ammo for all of them. He looked right, seeing three running up to him. "Fuck you guys." He muttered, turning and sprinting off, running towards his main armory. He was going to get his men together and hit that place hard, then teach Bronz what happens when someone fucks with Simon Beaman.

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Simon kept running, dodging a few of the fuckers as he ran. He looked back, and saw a crowd of what must have been twenty or twenty five behind him. "Shit, shit shit!" He said, careening around a corner. There, a few cops were standing outside a store front. Perfect...

"Hey, what's the rush?" Said one as he sprinted by them. He was really putting on speed now. "What the fuck- Ahhhhhhh!" He didn't look back. He heard gun shots, which was good, now they should focus on eating them for a few. He turned a corner to see a few standing outside his apartment, a few dead bodies at their feet and blood everywhere.

"I ain't got time for this shit." Said Simon, clothes lining on of them as he ran up to his door and slamming the key in the lock, opening the door and slamming it behind him. For good measure, he locked it before running up the stairs to his room. He had men downstairs if he was correct... But if they were those fuckers, he wanted to be ready. He opened the door across his room and closed it behind him before opening a cabinet. Inside was his emergency weapons, an AK47, and his Glock. He tossed the used gun aside and put on his holsters for both guns, the AK going on his back. He then grabbed two ammo pouches for each, then, Glock in hand, he started moving downstairs.

At least, he until he saw his men at the bottom. They must have heard the door slam, because now they were just standing there at the doorway. "Fuck." Simon muttered. He turned and jogged to the end of the hall, opening the window and climbing into the fire escape. He stopped, and ran back into his room, taking his knife and attaching it to his belt. It was a pretty bad-ass knife, if he didn't say so himself. He then ran back and climbed out the window, closing it gently behind him. He then started pushing the ladder down before notice that there was three of them under him. "Shit." He said, looking down at the fuckers.

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Simon started at the dead, trying to figure out what to do. He wanted as little attention possible, and shooting his gun might catch a lot. "Damn it." He muttered, climbing up the fire escape. Maybe he can figure something out from the roof.
He reached the roof and took a look around. He had no idea where to go, there was fuckers everywhere. He heard a car coming down the road. He looked, and saw a really nice car driving down the road. He held up his hands, showing off his piece. "Hey, hey! Over here!!" He shouted, trying to catch their attention. Hopefully the prospect of having a guy with an automatic is enough to make them pull over.

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Harry was exhausted, he'd been wandering the streets since the early hours, not daring to stop to sleep. He stopped for a second, sitting down to rest his feet a while, throwing his bag to the ground. When had things got so weird? Zombies. Actual real life zombies. Sure he had kidded on with his friends about their plans for the 'inevitable' zombie apocalypse, but he had never actually thought that it would happen, much less that his mom would be turned.

Figuring he should probably move on, he grabbed his bag again, and got back to his feet. Harry gripped his baseball bat a little tighter and carried on walking head down. His head perked up when he heard a car engine. He looked about him, searching for the source of the noise.

"Now that is a damn nice car." Harry said to himself.

Could zombies drive? He'd never heard of zombies being able to drive. But then, who really knew anything about them? Harry mentally shrugged, nothing to lose. Harry stuck his thumb out, silently willing for two things. One, for the car to stop and two, for relatively normal, non-zombie people to be driving said car. And that the guy who was also yelling at the car was normal.

"Come on, please?"

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"Don't tell me, my driving turns you on Sinclair," Evie joked her gaze catching his. "You are a sick fuck." She smiled at him. "And option two sounds best to me. Fuck them all."

Even as Evie said this, the sounds out rapid gun fire caused her to slow the Dodger down. She saw two people. Fucking great. She was more then happy to let them be Zombie feed, unfortunately her conscious which could be a real pain in the ass made her slow down even more.

"Passengers?" She turned to Dom, leaving the decision to him.

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"Pull over."

Dom said as he reached into the glove compartment and felt the roof of the storage area. The car came to a halt just as Dom pulled out what he was reaching for. A Glock 9mm came out of the compartment in Dom's hand with a few spare clips. He loaded one clip and stuffed the others in his pockets before stepping out of the car.

"Cover the guy on the roof, I'll cover the kid."

The zombies were everywhere, the sound of the gunfire and the roaring engine only drew more and more to the scene. Dom could see the kid had a few on his ass and raised his gun before firing off a few perspective rounds into the crowd nearing him. After he squeezed off a few rounds he waved both survivors down to him.

"MOVE YOUR ASSES!"

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Evie did as Dom told her. She wasn't at all happy about this. She watched silently as he pulled out a Glock, loaded it and headed out the car. She followed suit, stepping out and pulling the Colt from the waist of her trousers.

"Be careful!" She called out after him; for some reason she found herself caring whether he lived or he died.

They were slowly getting surround. She only had six bullets. One clip. She had better use them wisely. Dom had said to cover the guy on the roof but that asshole looked like he could handle himself. And as far as she was concerned was the reason at this very moment they were surrounded by a dozen or so of the living dead.

"Watch out!" She called as one changed course from the kid to Dom and shot a single shot getting the thing in the knee. Enough to slow him down but not stop the damn thing. "We gotta get out of here. Quick!" She shouted, seeing no point in keeping a low profile now.

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Harry flinched at the sound of the gunshots, eyes wide. What the hell was he shooting at? He was clean for crying out loud! Harry looked over his shoulder. For the second time, he turned cold.

"Oh shit." Well, that explained that.

Harry startled himself to move, running towards the guy who had just got out of the car, really not fancying his chances after a night of little sleep, even though he really wanted to go at them with his bat. And a bullet to the shoulder did not sound appealing. The short sprint to the car seemed to last a lifetime, the groaning of zombies spurring him on. He was not being dinner today. Harry skidded to a stop behind the guy. He took one last look back at the zombie hoard before letting himself into the car, not caring if that was the reason they had stopped or not.

"Thanks," Harry managed to say through the haze of exhaustion.

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"Hay-Hay somethings wrong with the picture box" David squealed as he ran into the kitchen where Hayden was preparing his breakfast. Surprisingly they had both slept in until 10am, usually David wakes at 7am.

"Is it fuzzy with black and white dots? If so just hit it not to hard though" Hayden said as she finished cooking the egg and placed it on the toasted bread. She looked over at David, the 4 year old shaking his head wildly back and forth.

"No there's a weird picture on it" David whined

"What kinda weird picture?" Hayden asked, slightly frightened that he might have gone into the records and found some of her brother adult rated movies.

"I don't know" David answered and sighing Hayden turned off the stove top and walked into the living room. Glancing at the television she looked at the map shown.

"Strange....." Hayden began but was cut off at the enraging sound of her dog Ranch barking. Huffing in annoyance Hayden stormed outside to scold her dog when her eyes landed on a man. If you could even call it that. Its yellowed eyes shot to her as the screen door banged shut. Ranch stood in between Hayden and the 'thing', her dog protectively growling at the stranger. What scared Hayden was the fact that this 'man' had fresh blood stains all over his shirt and dripping from his lips as a dead cat carcass hung from his hands. The thing moan and snarled as its eyes focused on Hayden.

"Hay-Hay whats going on" Hayden heard David ask as he tried to force open the screen door which Hayden leaned on to keep shut.

"David go get sissy's gun in her room" Hayden said quietly. All David did was whimper then the sound of his foot steps seemed to echo around the area. It only took moments for David to return with her gun, sliding it through the crack Hayden had made. Taking the gun in her hand she quickly looked to see it was the one with the silencer. Taking a deep breath she moved.

"Umm excuse me sir but this is private property" Hayden said weary. The things head shot to her and in moments was charging towards her. Hayden squeaked then fired hitting the thing right between the eyes.

"FUCK! aren't these things suppose to be on the Walking Dead or something like fuck!" Hayden shouted, fear and anger mixing as she stormed back into the house, Ranch following closely behind her.

"David go get the emergency backpack in daddy's closet ok" Hayden said calmly as David nodded and ran upstairs.

"And grab Mr.Hugs to and sissy's book bag to" Hayden yelled. David can't sleep without Mr.Hugs. Hayden rushed down stairs into the basement. He dad was ex-military and he always careful. This family was ready for bombs, anything. Well they really didn't think about Zombies! Hayden opened the safe room in the basement and grabbed all the weapons she could, along with ammo and other shit she would need. She then rushed back upstairs and to her truck, putting everything in the back seat. Her bike was already loaded up in the truck bed and she got Ranch into the truck bed. The dog was smart, laying down and staying out of sight. He knew something was going on. She grabbed her iphone from the dash board and went inside and took a picture of the map on the television. David came rushing down with the survival backpack, her bag and Mr.Hugs. Hayden took the backpack and her bag then grabbed David's hand and ran outside, getting him into his car-seat and putting everything in the truck. She needed to find her dad and her brother. Making sure she had everything Hayden started up her truck.

"Whats going on?" David whimpered

"I really don't know sweetheart" Hayden said honestly as she sped down the road. Cars were abandoned on the road and some of those things were walking around. Hayden thanked god she had gotten four wheel drive. They made it into town 10 minutes later. It was no better here, actually it was worse. Hayden stopped the truck as she came across a nice looking car and two people on the street.

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As the younger guy reached him Dom stepped forward, putting his body and bullets between the approaching horde and Evie and the kid. He popped off a couple more shots before he turned to Evie who had a walker lurking up on her back. she had just saved his ass seconds earlier with a downing shot. Dom slid over the trunk of the car before kicking the zombie in the chest, dropping it to the ground. Dom put three rounds in it's head as he pinned it to the floor with his boot before he shouted out to Evie and the teenager.

"Everybody in the car, let's go get the guy with the rifle."

Dom jumped into the driver seat as Evie hopped into the passenger seat and the kid jumped in the back. Dom hit the gas and the wheels screeched on the street. Dom revved the engine and teh car sprang to life, leaping forward like a jungle cat. He drifted teh vehicle effortlessly using the vehicle as a he did donut in the street knocking over dozens of zombies in the process. That bought them a little bit of breathing room before Dom drove the charger to the curb of the building the man on the roof was standing on top of. Dom rested the butt of his pistol on the window sill as he popped off a few more shots to slow the advancing horde.

"We don't have a lot of time, this guys gotta pick up the pace."

Dom said aloud to both Evie and the teen.

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Evie slid into the passenger side. No one had to tell her twice. Her fingernails digging into the seat as Dom drove the car into the horde.

"Shit!" She cursed as Dom stopped the car. "We're waiting?!"

Turning to look out the window, that's when she saw a truck stopping in the not so far distance. Great! More fucking survivors. As far as Evie was concerned they were as bad as the zombies. Mathematically speaking, as fast as the Dodger was, the more passengers they had, the more fuel the Dodger consumed. Ergo, they were all more quickly likely to become zombie feed.

She peered in the back to the shivering kid, but said nothing before turning back to Dom.

"Shit, you're bleeding." She reached out to touch his knuckles, only realizing once she'd touched him that it wasn't his blood. Her non-existent breakfast roiled in her stomach. "That asshole better be quick, or I'm hitting the gas pedal." She warned, not at all jesting.

And she bloody well would, even if she had to do it with her hand!

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Dom looked down when Evie hand grabbed his, checking for wounds that weren't there. She quickly released it when she realized the blood wasn't his. Dom clenched his fist and looked at his own knuckles as well before brushing the blood off on his jeans. He tensed his jaw as his foot itched to hit the gas. The engine growled as he revved it impatiently. He could peel out of there in seconds, his charger was a the best ten second car on the street but even it had it's limits. Dom's eyes locked onto the truck in the distance, more survivors.

If they were going to be of any help was still yet to be seen as the precious seconds ticked by while they waited for the man to get off of the roof. Easily no easy feat as he probably had to scale the exterior since the interior was probably crawling with zombies. Dom's hand gripped the steering wheel just like he'd done so many times before a race. He breathed out slowly, trying to calm the lightning in his veins. His gaze flicked up for a second into the rear view mirror and at the teen in the back..

"Hey, you ok man. You hurt?"

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"Shit" Hayden cursed as she saw more and more zombies start to horde around the car. Being the well mannered person her parents taught her to be Hayden drove up until she was only a few feet away from the car. The truck was high up, taller then the walking dead and Hayden might have run over a few. Sighing she reached back and took the machete and bowie knife, unsheathed them then unlocked her door, but not before passing her little brother the pistol with a silencer.

"If any of them get it shot, I and dad have taught you how, I'll be back in a few" Hayden said then kissed his head and left the vehicle. Just as her feet hit the ground some of the horde turned to her. There had to be at least 25 zombies still standing and Hayden was sure she could take out at least 12 with ease. With a swipe of her blades Hayden cut off heads of the zombies near her, stabbed another two through the rib cage, stabbed another through the head and another through the stomach. They fell like flies and before she knew it she was by the passengers door. She got a clean cut through another zombies head. She then tapped on the window.

"Is anyone injured in there?" she said through the glass as she stabbed a zombie through its gut and pulled up, making the guts bleed down onto the pavement. Hayden hopped they answered quickly so she could get back to David. From the looks of to the zombies were only really focused on the car.

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The horde came out of nowhere. One minute they had been sitting in some sort of peace and next the charger was being rocked.

"Fuck!" Evie hissed, as she held on.

If they were waiting for the hot shot on the roof, then they'd would just have to sit it out but she wasn't particularly hot on that idea.

"Do we have to wait?!" She questioned Dom. "I don't know about you but I'd rather live."

Just then a voice could be heard over the incessant growling.

"Is anyone injured in there?"

Evie puffed. "What kind of fucking question is that?! . . . We're fine." She called out belatedly, rather doubting the questioner of the foolish words could here her over the screeching.

Blood, guts and open mouths with sharp teeth pressed against the glass. Evie felt more pain for the paint work she knew was being clawed the shit out of.

"Your car man." She said to Dom so mournfully, it was almost humorous.

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Just because I am the first person to take the shot doesn't mean I can sleep at night.




Constantine would at this moment spin kick a walker to the ground and stab his combat knife into it's head. His face emotionless for a moment before it softened. ''I am sorry..'' He'd mutter quietly under his breath before his face went cold again as he pulled out his knife, wiping it on the walker's soiled shirt. He'd sheath it on his left side. On the other side would be a 10mm pistol with a silencer and upgraded magazine fit. on the back of the gun's butt would be a ring and a chain connecting it to his trousers with it's holster. On the side of his gun would have a name, a code name, Eagle Eye. This gun was custom made and well looked after from him, this much was obvious. Even his combat knife had some iniquity to it as well as the same code name. He'd search the walker, finding nothing of interest he got up sighing only to be tackled to the ground by a gurgling walker, he'd use one hand to squeeze the walker's throat and stop it from biting him while the other hand got the gun out and shot him in between the eyes looking away as he did this then he'd pull the walker from him.

He'd be splattered in blood down his front and he'd growl at this, slowly getting up with his gun still out and he'd look around, seeing it was actually clear this time he'd put away his gun and look down himself. ''Now I look like one of them... dammit.'' He'd groan out, running a hand through his short black locks in stress. He'd have a backpack on, black steel toed boots with skinny jeans and a now bloody white shirt that was untucked with his holster belt for his gun and knife that was black leather with metal studs connected with chains. He'd then turn hearing the sound of shots and a car. He'd frown at this. ''Glock 9mm... powerful but loud. All this noise is going to attract them.'' He'd state quietly to himself before he ran to the origin.

Constantine would see the man on the roof top with walkers coming his way, he'd look over to the car with a man shooting out his window, his eyes would be harsh at this time and he'd growl at the noise before turning back to man on the roof top and he'd get out his chain linked 10mm silenced pistol and he'd start shooting himself, all in the head, one by one, emptying only a single magazine on the walkers before he ran up to the alleyway to the second fire escape that went straight to the rooftop. He'd execute the stray walkers at it with his combat knife with surprising ease for his size, he was not that big built nor a stick. He'd put his weapons away and start to climb up to the rooftop.

As he reached the top, using his top body strength he pulled himself up only to be grabbed he'd growl, kicking the walker from the roof. ''I couldn't get a clear head shot on that one..'' He'd mumble before he turned to the man on the roof, silent then he'd step to the side all of a sudden and put a hand out to the fire escape he came up from. ''After you, sir.'' He'd state, wiping sweat from his forehead.

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Hayden nodded her head at their answers then hurried back over to her truck, quickly hopping in. Glancing back so saw David smiling and he put down the gun.

"you came back" he whimpered happily, tears fell from his crystal blue eyes.

"Of course i did I promised" Hayden said softly as she locked her door. She had saw the man on top of the roof and wondered if they were waiting for him. Well she would also wait. Its safer to work with a team then by yourself. Hayden had killed about 17 zombies leaving very few left. Hopefully more won't decide to join them. Hayden then took her phone and examined the picture she had taken. Was this where they were suppose to go? She wondered if maybe her dad and brother had somehow made it out of this mess.

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Simon nodded, and ran over to him. "Thanks." He said, running down the fire escape and stopping at the ladder. There was a nice large horde under him. "Fuck you all!!" He said, spraying into them. They quickly fell, but then he needed to reload. "They won't wait forever..." He muttered to himself, putting the rifle on his back and taking out his Glock. He grabbed the ladder and unhooked it, letting it drop, carrying him down with it. He rolled when he hit the ground and shot three before running out of the crowd of about nine, all of which were now following him. "Holy shit, things are just spiraling out of control." He muttered, running up to the car and looked inside. "Well, that-" He stopped and gunned down those chasing him and jumped into the car. "Thanks for waiting, I suggest we get the hell out of here." He said, setting his sights and shooting down more of them. The kid he sat next to looked scared shit-less. Well, who wasn't?

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"Fuck you. fuck you. Fuck you." He repeated, his legs up to his chest as he rocked back and forth.

He stared at the lifeless body of the little girl when he heard another groan, Jayjay's jaw clenched and he stood up, his knuckles turning white as he closed them tight.

"What do you wa-" He started to scream as he saw Alex up.
"What? But how?" He trembled.

Alex had skin decaying off her mainly around her arm, where she was bitten. Her eyes were a dead yellow and she smelled of garbage mixed with death. Jay looked away not wanting it to be true, he shook his head and through his palm up to his head multiple times. Alex turned to him, lunging herself at him the same way that the little kid did. She jumped on him and Jay held his arms up, desperately trying not to get bitten.

His bow and arrow were to the side, right next to him and the dead, little girl. With his right arm holding Alex off of him, his left arm reached out to the bow, an arrow, anything. By now Alex was growling at him, Jay grabbed the arrow plunging it deep into the skull of his best friend. He pulled it out stabbing it in repeadatly now until the body was limp and dead, he grabbed her necklace and put it around his own neck.

He heaved the body off of him wiping his sleeve across his forehead, he picked up the bow and all the arrows he could find, hoping to God that outside was a better scene than this. He raised his head, putting the last arrow in his quiver and throwing it on his back he heard more growls and gugrles.

"Even more? Really?" He mumbled to himself realising that when he screamed before it seemed to make them mad. Getting sick of this shit. He thought to himself but he knew that this was probably only the beginning. He snapped his head to the sounds but they seemed to coming in multiple directions.

Jayjay squinted his eyes making out small figures in the shadows. three little girls and at least five little boys. All Zombified. There was no way he was going to take these child zombies on with arrows, not if there was only one of him. They hadn't seen him yet but they probably heard him and his ruckus earlier. He silently cursed under his breath for not being quieter.

He was going to do this the smart way, hopefully he'd kill a few that were in the way and make his way to the shooting range, pray to God that no one in there is zombified and he's gonna grab all the guns he can find, making sure to get the silencers.

He raised his bow silently and crept his way around, One down, he scooted a little closer taking down two more. That's three down. Leaving two little girls and three little, flesh eating boys. He crept up closer... closer... He was literally metres away from the door if he just took out one more zombies he hopefully wouldn't have to worry about the others.

He took him out with ease and sprinted silently to the door, opening it. With the loudest creak ruining the silence the zombies instantly turned to look at Jay with hunger. Jay wasted no time closing the door and locking it behind him, he turned to the picture in front of him.

"Shit." He whispered as he looked at the blood trails everywhere, bodies overlapping on top of each other. Bullet holes in the head of some and bite marks on the others. On one side of the room there was the new guy who was breathing slowly, bitten around his ankle.

Slowly he went up to the guy and shook him, not quite knowing if he was still living or a zombie. Sure enough the guys eyes hadn't changed to that yellowy colour but he was starting to stink up the place, not that it didn't already smell of death. He slurred a bit but seemed to snap wide awake when he noticed Jay was standing there.

"Dead.. they are all dead." He spoke wearily, his Australian accent showing through.
"Shot em' in the head." He barely had the strength to pick up the gun next to him
"You need to stop talking." Jay said as he took the gun next to him, wiping some blood off of it.
"You have to help me mate." Jay shook his head.
"There's only one way to help you, dude. I'm sorry."

The man gripped onto Jay's sleeve as he looked him in the eyes but Jay shook him off, grabbing his bow. Making sure not to make a sound, he shot him in the head. He grabbed his arrow and walked to the station putting all the guns, attatchments and ammo he could find into a duffle bag. He found a flash light with a few batteries, not knowing if he'd use it or not he slipped that into the bag as well. He took a small first aid kit and shoved it in, he knew he'd need that one.

He went to his locker taking his keys to his bike, as he was about to shut the locker he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, grumbling to himself he ripped his nametag off. He fixed his tie and put his hand through his hair, making it as presentable as possible. Using a cloth he quickly wiped his face free from blood.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way out the door and onto his bike, He drove not knowing where or why but he just drove until he came to a place that was filled with zombies and a few cars. He backed up not wanting to interfere, he was quite cautious since he basically had no protection.

I probably shouldn't.. He thought to himself.

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The second the man was in the car Dom hit the gas. It was like the light turned green and the race was one except this time he wasn't racing for money, respect or a car. He was racing for his life and the lives of everyone in the vehicle. The tires screeched and smoke began to billow out from where the tires burnt the road before they rocketed forward. The engine was so powerful the front of the car bounced up as the car took off, running over the horde as it raced forward. The front tires touched down with a screech and they were off. The charger leaving the pick up that belonged to the blonde in the dust.

Dom slowed down a bit once they were away from the main body of the horde, allowing the other drivers to catch up. As they now drove in a single column of vehicles Dom drove towards the outskirts of the city but was careful not to go near the highway knowing that had to be blocked with people fleeing. The pick up was struggling to keep up so Dom eased a bit more off the throttle, the engine seemed to growl in protest but Dom reigned her in.

Dom flicked his eyes form the road to the rear view mirror and back again.

"You said your name was Harry, right man?"

Dom asked, recalling the teen introducing himself earlier and figured this was as good a time as any to get the introductions out of the way.

"My names Dom, this is Evie."

Dom said with a thumb at his passenger beside him who still looked pretty pissed off at the whole situation.

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"I suggest we throw your ass out." Evie replied to Simon Beamon's comment, ignoring Dom's introductions and the other two passengers she couldn't give a fuck about.

Her eyes caught the Drug Lord's eyes in the rear view mirror. Dressed in a fancy suit that was now covered in blood, the swagger and authority still in his every move. Evie was not impressed. She knew the bastard well and if he started acting like he was the Boss around here, she wouldn't hesitate throwing his ass out the window. Evie squelched her hate for Beamon.

"If we're to get out of here alive, we need more ammo." Evie commented.

Her Colt only had five more shots left. A detour was in order. What a fucking day this was turning out to be, she thought to herself, as she winded down the window, letting the cool air wash over her heated skin as the car carried on at a slower pace, much to her and the vehicles regret.

"I'm surprised your own muscle didn't eat you first Beamon. What a shame."

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Dom arched an eyebrow as he looked over at Evie. She seemed pissed, more so than usual. She spit her venom at the prospect of having this guy in the car with her. Dom flicked his gaze back to the rear view mirror so he could look at the man in the suit again. Well tailored expensive suit, a military grade assault rifle in his lap. Definitely a player, probably one of the big fish in the city but not one form the old days. Not one that Dom knew. This guy, whoever he was, had to be damn good or just damn dangerous to get to the big dog table in such a short amount of time.

"You two know each other?"

Dom asked Evie as he shifted gears.

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Simon stared at the girl in the side seat. He hadn't noticed, and he was about to take his chances with the undead outside. "Oh, fuck me." He said. "They were alive long enough for me to see that it was better to ditch 'em then try to shoot them dead. Bronz fucking set me up, sent me a fucking cargo container full of these things. If I can get my hands on that fuckers neck..." He stopped and reloaded. "I knew where all the ammo and guns are for my men. The closest one is about three minutes out, but it would be faster if we took the alleys." Course he was with Evie... He looked at the big man next to her. "You her new fuck toy?" He said, dead serious.

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"No." Evie replied too quickly to Dom's question.

Simon all but ignored it, as he went on about his shit. Evie, couldn't give a fuck about. She hated the cold bastard. But it was his last question to Sinclaire that riled her up and Evie saw nothing past red. How the fuck dare he! Turning in the front seat, she lunged for Beamon. Claws out and ready to do as much harm as possible. She was going to throw his ass out to be Zombie chow.

"Fuck you Beamon!" Evie growled, trying to get her hands on him as the car swerved dangerously.

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"Hey! Hey! What the fuck?!"

Dom cursed as he swerved the vehicle while struggling to pull Evie back in her seat with one hand. It took a few tense seconds of wrestling, shouts and curses before he managed to pull her from the back seat and back into her own seat.

"The fuck, both of you! Cool it!"

Dom barked, his deep booming voice silencing everyone in the car. Dom's glare shot form Evie to Beamon and back again before he sighed and shook his head.

"You'd think we got enough shit to worry about with us trying to kill each other over stupid shit."

Dom said as he shook his head and floored the gas pedal. This was getting ridiculous.

"Beamon, you're gunna lead us to your weapons cache, we're gunna need the fire power if we're gunna make it out of the city. You're also gunna check your fucking tone or you're walking and we'll find guns elsewhere."

Dom growled before turning to Evie in a considerably less harsh but still very serious tone.

"And I need you to keep cool too, alright?"

Shifting gears again and racing down the road and the hordes of the undead Dom spoke up for the last time.

"Alright Beamon gimmie an address."

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Simon grinned. That was... Entertaining. Dangerous, but what wasn't now?
"440 North Jordan. If we're lucky, the men I have there will have the building under control. Although knowing Dominique, they probably ditched when the shit started hitting the fan." He looked at the people in the car, and determined that the big man was the one most likely in charge. "So, what's you name?" He said, keeping an eye on Evie in case she tried to kill him again.

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