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The Will to Survive: A Beginning

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http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/the-will-to-survive http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/the-will-to-survivethe-armageddon-initiative http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/the-will-to-survive-the-new-democratic-order from the original series by pinkamenapoison. continued by dubois_scarlett & reaper2707

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Twin Cities is a part of The Will to Survive: A Beginning.

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Dominic Sinclair [50] Ride or Die
Evelyn Ramirez [50] Antagonize at Own Risk . . .
Simon Beaman [29] "Look if we can just- Ah, shit, here they come again!"
Hayden Grey [13] "Get ready to die you damn zombies"
Constantine C. Flint [10] ''I'm sorry..'' -Bang-
Jayjay Bennet [5] Zombies? Bring it on.
James Winter Monroe [1] "What are you stupid? Shut the hell up and stay out of my way, got it? Good!"

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Jay sat there tapping on the handlebars of his bike, debating whether to go over there and help. He was gonna totally regret doing this, he knew it. The swarm was less than before now and he wondered where the hell it even came from. He had the benefit that they hadn't spotted him, but there was no safe way to do it anyways.

He was slightly confused when the other car drove off but shrugged and pulled his gun out, putting a silencer on. He didn't know if it would make a difference but it was worth just these zombies dying without more coming.

"Guess it's time to raise hell." He muttered, driving a little closer but then hopping off his bike. He walked up to the scene his arms up as if he was in a matrix scene, zombies piling on top of each other as he shot each one right between the eyes.

They came at him and his lips raised to a smirk as if it were a challenge. He shot them one by one with ease, years of practice at the shooting range. One came up behind him, surprising him for a second. He pressed the gun against its temple and shot, it fell to the ground with a thud. They were sprinting, looking angrier every second. Shooting one in the collarbone by accident he stepped on its skull as it hit the floor, just in case.

He almost pannicked when he had to reload, reaching it from his waist and shooting another zombie right to the brain. This was a great release for anger but he knew he would tire. He kept shooting until there were only three, still a bit far away. He chuckled getting his bow out, grabbing an arrow he shot one in the head, while it was sent back it hit the other in the chest.

"Dammit, gotta work on that." Jayjay groaned as he shot the the other without any effort. He walked up to them, the first zombie still on top of another zombie, struggling to probabaly eat Jay. He looked at the zombie like it was pathetic, he removed the arrow and stabbed it into the brain a few times and went to retrieve the other arrow.

He looked towards the blonde near the truck who was talking to a kid.
"Hey, you okay?" He grinned, probably looking terrible after that bloodfest.
"Do you need guns or any other shi-" He paused looking at the kid.
"Stuff." He corrected

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Hayden watched the other car drive away, getting ready to follow them when something caught her eye. It was another person. He killed off the rest of the zombie's, unlike herself he made a really mess of himself. The only thing stained of blood on her were her sleeves. Hayden rolled down the truck window and smiled.

"Yeah were are fine and trust me we have alot more stuff then you got right David?" Hayden smiled as she rolled down David's window.

"Ya Mister see" David squeaked while grabbing the rifle beside him and flaunting it.

"David put that down" Hayden snapped and David quickly put it down.

"You want a ride? We can load your bike into the back with mine, in times of chaos its good to have a team with you, but we better hurry if we are going to check up to them" Hayden asked.

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"Yeah we are fine and trust me we have alot more stuff then you got, right David?" The blonde said, looking towards the kid. Jay doubted that, thinking about all the weapons in his duffel. David, the kid picked up a rifle and started flaunting it. Jay ducked down, David probably didn't know that it was so dangerous.

"David put that down." She snapped, making Jayjay chuckle for a second as he came back up.
"You want a ride? We can load your bike into the back with mine, in times of chaos its good to have a team with you, but we better hurry if we are going to check up to them." She asked.
"Sounds good." Jay nodded flashing a wide grin.

He headed over towards his bike as fast as he could in case more zombies didn't come. The duffel bag was still there, he shook his head thinking that he was stupid for actually leaving it there. He slung it over his shoulder and rode the bike to the back of the truck loading it on. He got in the front seat next to her, actually getting a good look at her. He slowly turned his eyes to her face.

"Hey, thanks dude. I mean woman or um. My name is Jay." He stuttered but then cleared his throat.
"You know where we have to go or what the hell is going on? I mean how could zombies be re- anyways what's your name? I mean I know his name but not yours." He said really fast losing his breath, he gestured to David.

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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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Climbing over fences, sprinting as fast as he could, Aldrin didn't know where to go. He bumped into other people running the opposite way, also having the same problem.

"They're everywhere!" A woman screamed as she brushed Aldrin's shoulder with her own. There were cars crashing into each other, smoke was filling the air. Aldrin coughed as he breathed in the black smoke as he was sprinting. He stopped to slow down and catch his breathe, he looked to his left and witnessed a man being chased by two more of these 'dead people'. Unfortunately they caught him and ripped his flesh apart with their rotting teeth.

"Jesus!" Aldrin accidentally yelled, one of the people turned their head to look at him, making a snapping noise as if it's neck broke as it turned.

The 'thing' jumped to it's feet and started sprinting towards Aldrin. He quickly turned around and sprinted away from the dead man. Since Aldrin practised 'parkour', he was used to climbing buildings and running. He also learned kickboxing since he was a young boy. He lead the man to another alley way, Aldrin purposely slowed down and made his way for a wall. He rebounded of the wall and spun around in midair kicking the man in the head, making his neck snap again. The man fell to the ground, but instantly brought himself back up. Aldrin didn't understand how these things kept getting back up after deadly attacks. It reminded him of when he stabbed the woman at his house and she didn't feel it.

The man charged at him one more time. Fed up, Aldrin dodged his charge, the man running straight into the wall. Aldrin then quickly kicked the man's head into the wall, the man's face was squashed against the wall with his blood splattered all over the wall, and also Aldrin's right shoe and jeans.

Aldrin turned around and saw a mob of these 'dead people'. With quick thinking, he kicked off of the wall to help him reach the edge of the roof. He pulled himself up onto the roof of the building. He looked over the town and saw the massacre. Corpses on the floor everywhere, people getting chased by those things, and cars running over them and even normal people.

"What is going on?" Aldrin said quietly as he watched over the destruction...

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Simon Beaman
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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The only way Evie was going to keep her cool, as Dom had said, was by staying silent and trying to calm her breathing. Which was no easy feat in and of itself and near impossible with the likes of Simon Beamon in the car. But she stayed silent. Dom was right. They had enough to deal with. She wondered why God would save the likes of Simon Beamon. In Evie's opinion he should have been the first one to be mauled to death by a zombie and she would have liked to have a front seat.

Maybe, the opportunity would present itself in the near future. She could only hope. What she wasn't looking forward to however, was hearing his incessant voice. Or him and Dominic conversing. She should just be glad they were getting their hands on some weapons Evie tried to console herself. A small smile worked its way up her lips as she imagined shooting Beamon with his own gear.

That, would be spectacular . . .

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Harry scrambled back in his seat when Evie lunged for the suited man. He didn't blame her, this guy seemed way too sure of himself to be bearable. Harry looked about the car, Dom and Evie seemed to know each other, and Evie seemed to know Beaman. How would they all know each other? Sure Evie wasn't the scruffiest person he'd ever seen, Harry figured that Beaman was way too well dressed for them to know each other through work. Harry clocked the guns. He sighed. What the fuck had he gotten himself into this time?

Harry looked out the window, keeping himself out of whatever argument might be brewing. The atmosphere in the car was decidedly tense as they headed to 440 North Jordan. Harry had no idea how long that would take, he wasn't exactly familiar with the surrounding area. Harry rested his head against the cool glass, mumbling something about grabbing five as he began to drift off to sleep, lulled by the motion of the car.

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He sat on the rooftop, his legs crossed and his head looking down into his lap. He had constant flashbacks of the massacre that went on at the house. He pictured the murder of his brothers over and over again.

He then remembered that 'Raf' wasn't there at the house. Raphael was another brother of Aldrin. He must of stayed at the party he went to the previous night, there was still hope that Raf was still alive. 'Cody'; the youngest brother was also with his parents on a vacation, Aldrin hoped and prayed that Cody and parents were still alive.

Luckily Aldrin knew where the party was being held. It was being held by a cocky 28 year old called; Gus'. Aldrin wasn't really fond of Gus, because he was a hustler and part of a small no-named gang. They caused trouble all over town, but people always ignored them because... well... they weren't all that frightening.

Aldrin stood up and looked over the hordes of walkers. "Yeah... Thats a good name for them... Walkers." He thought to himself. He looked over the opposite side of the building, and saw there were barely any walkers on that side. Aldrin, however, did not want to risk it. He saw buildings close enough to jump across, thankfully for his free-running skills, this was no problem to him. He sprinted towards the building and leaped, making the jump with ease. Suddenly he thought about the cell phone in his pocket. "Idiot!" He thought. Reaching for his phone, he dialled his parents number, unfortunately there was no coverage.

"They'll be fine, I'm sure." He thought as he continued to run across the rooftops. He saw horrific things happening as he was running, grown ups feeding on children and even children attacking grown ups. It was easy to tell the difference if someone was a walker or not. If someone was, their flesh would be rotting and decaying. There were 2 walkers on the next rooftop he jumped on.

As he landed, the walker was right in front of him. Aldrin jumped over him in a kind of, leap frog manner and roundhouse kicking the second walker straight in the temple. The kick sent the walker to the ground and tumbling off of the building and landing on other walkers. He watched as the first walker made it's way towards him, it was slow. He didn't even have to make an effort in dodging it, he studied the creature's movements. After watching it chase after him, he had enough and booted it in the chest, sending it off the building.

Aldrin then continued his running and made his way towards Gus's house. . .

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Once the stranger in a suit went down the fire escape, fired a load at the walkers down at his feet he slid down the fire escape watching the man brandished a glock and rifle, walking to the car. He only shook his head and ran to the car also and he'd go to the window to the woman up front. ''Best get going no? This noise is attracting them.'' He'd state loosely before jumping in back next tot he man in the suit, shutting the door and taking his backpack from his back and put it in his lap, sighing in relief not to be 'safe' but to have a seat. He would take a moment to close his eyes, he was tired by far, only allowing the others to just see it otherwise he would just look serious and well collected even in this situation.

He'd finally open his eyes as the car swerved and he'd growl and actually whacked the suited man now known as Simon Beaman at the back of the head. ''Shut the fuck up. Be grateful. Even if I saved you they could easy throw you back out.'' He would say firmly much like a general spoke to their officers then he would cross his arms and close his eyes again. ''I know I would if I was in charge.'' He'd say bluntly.

A second later he would finally notice the boy, he would go to say hi but sees he is asleep by the time he noticed him, he wasn't bad with youth in fact the opposite but he was so tired and the boy was so quiet, it wasn't a surprise to him though, what was happening was a giant mind fuck but for him... It wasn't a surprise but that was for him to know and no one else. He'd then hear the people talking about 440 North Jordan and it would perk his interest then he'd sigh as he went into his thoughts. *There huh? If I get dropped off there... I could reach my base in half the time...*

He'd then look at the driver, being addressed as Dom and back to the woman that was being called Evie and he would smile with surprising warmth considering his cold and distant exterior. ''Thank you for space in your car I know you could of given it to someone else so it is appreciated. Thank you again.'' He'd then sit back, arms crossed and head back, maybe he could get a nap before they arrived... He needed it.

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Leaping from building to building. He had been running for about an hour now, he stopped to catch his breathe. He looked down at the roads, which seemed to have calmed down a bit. He saw someone driving, the car was going so fast but the driver handled it with ease.

"Guess it's just more people trying to survive." He thought. The car had about five people in it, a woman and four men.

After watching the car pass, Aldrin decided to keep moving forward. He could see Gus's street from where he was standing, although he could see it. . . It was still far away.

Finally, Aldrin reached a building where it was impossible to make it to the next building without a ladder or a long wooden plank. He searched the rooftop for anything that could get him across, but he had no such luck. There was a door that lead downstairs into the building. Aldrin decided to look inside for possibly a ladder, if not, then he would have to use the roads.

Aldrin turned the doorknob, luckily it was unlocked. Tip-toeing down the stairs, Aldrin quietly made his way down and peaked his head around the corner. He couldn't see or hear anything, but he was still cautious. He didn't have any equipment on, except for his cellphone. "The cellphone!!" He suddenly thought, he did not want it going off and breaking the silence even though there was no network coverage he still put it on silent. He realised that the building was a laundromat. He looked inside the maintenance room for anything. He found a step-ladder, but that wouldn't help him, however, he did find a crowbar. He could use this as a weapon, instead of using his fists or feet, risking him in getting bitten by the walkers.

After he grabbed the crowbar, he walked out and looked around some more. In a hurry, he accidentally banged one of the washing machines with the crowbar; BANG! The sound was so loud, all of the walkers outside stopped dead in their tracks, and suddenly twisted their necks with their faces looking straight at the laundromat. Aldrin stood there, frozen. All of those lifeless eyes, just staring at him. He didn't know what to feel, other than scared. He slowly backed away from the entrance and made his way to the stairs. Not knowing where he was going he banged into another washing machine; BANG! In an instant the walkers sprinted straight for the laundromat smashing right through the glass. Aldrin quickly ran for the stairs, one of them grabbing his ankles. Aldrin bashed the crowbar in the back of it's skull, he saw as maybe, ten or twenty were charging at him. Luckily they all tried to enter through the door at once and squashed each other, making it difficult to reach him. He quickly kicked the walker off his ankle and made his way for the rooftop.

There was nowhere to go. Aldrin stood there, waiting for the walkers to run through that door. . .

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Maxwell was driving aimlessly, pointlessly, through the town. He was glad he had his truck...anything that walked in front of him, he plowed over. His eyes never stopped moving, scanning the roads, making sure there wasn't a chance in the world that he could hit something that might actually be alive.

Surely he couldn't be the only one.

"You know what else I think is weird, baby? Who the survivors are...I mean, what do you think it is? The decision that gets made on who lives or who dies? You know what it makes me think of? Dodgeball. I suck at dodgeball, I'm the weakest one that no one ever wants...but I'm always the last one in..."

Max shook his head slowly. He was in the center of the city now. Damn, was it crazy. They were everywhere. Motherfucking zombies. Everywhere.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he registered that he wasn't the only vehicle on the road...that was so normal, he didn't even realize it should have been weird...

More than that, he didn't dare stop, he didn't think to follow them or look for any survivors. He had one thing on his mind. One mission.

"Would you look for me first, Maxy?"