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Belial

"Roderick is what my Mother called me. I'm not that boy anymore. So use Belial, please"

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a character in “The Will to Survive: The New Democratic Order”, as played by Eddy V. Sovorov

Description

Belial has miraculously fought through the side-effects of the mutation and the cranial implant. He simply attributes it to his refusal to let it rot his brain, but it's not entirely known how he manages to fight it off. Regardless, the mutation still slowly works it's way through his body, as now he's become even far less looking of a man.

Bone-ridges have grown longer along his forearms, shins, elbows, and knees. All have grown in durability and he will not hesitate to use any as a weapon. Ridges have also grown more noticeable along his lower jaw, and even down his spine. The claws on his fingers have grown longer and wider, still razor sharp and even his toes have begun to grown such claws. His canines have begun to grow into something similar to small tusks, protruding slightly from his mouth even when fully closed. His eyes have also yellowed and are almost always bloodshot.

He still has no hair and his skin has greyed all around on him. The cranial implant has become more streamlined, still replacing his right eye with the power-pack and the rest covering the top of his head and travelling down his spine. The Nutrient pumps have as well been more streamlined so that they protrude far less, and all these components have been armored to help prevent damage.

Even these those hardly stand out, as Belial has covered himself in many scar designs. All of these he carved into himself, using his own claws, and they vary greatly in what they are. His head and neck remain untouched, but his torso and arms are covered in them. Most prominent however of his new changes are more self-done "modifications." Barely understood as to why he did such a thing, Belial has chosen to not just wear metal plates covering his arms and hands, but these metal pieces he has all riveted straight to himself so that they remain attached securely. They cover his arms entirely, yet still allow him movement of his arms, and he has even attached some to his shoulder blades.

The only thing he consistently wears now are a long pair of pants, usually torn at the shins due to the ridges along them. He may wear other clothing when subtlety is really necessary, but otherwise he simply sticks to nothing but the pants.

Personality

Belial has not changed much from his days when he was first mutated. Or rather, his violent streak has only begun to grow more significantly. Embracing the mutation now, he wants to fight and he will happily jump into one. His cannibalistic tendencies have also become more savage, and he'll happily attack and maul someone in broad day-light for a feast. Despite this, Belial still maintains his out-going and talkative nature, always more than happy to converse and talk with people. Belial has always had a love for close-quarters fighting, and it shows through the equipment he brings and uses.

Belial still suffers from The Red Thirst (still waiting to see if somebody can figure out the reference!), however he has learned how to control it better and even to harness it. The thirst is a powerful urge that he always has, which is the need to feed on flesh like other zombies. Most often he can easily overcome this urge, but as he becomes more exposed to violence and blood, it begins to take over and quickly he will degrade to the savagery and mindlessness of other zombies. Lately though he has been learning how to harness this ferocity, to turn himself into a far more and vicious head-hunter.

Equipment

There are two things that Belial always carries with him. First is his new, heavily modified saiga-12 shotgun. The shotgun has had it's barrel shortened and it's stock removed, as well as an added high-powered laser for quick target acquisition.

The other item he always carries is a tool he picked up when he discovered that his claws weren't enough to get through metal or other tough materials. While he may call it a "sword", it is nothing but a thick piece of steel which has a side he has sharpened, the sword also having been hardened and tempered and has a grip added so he can wield it better. In all honesty, Belial is nowhere near close to being called a sword master, instead he simply relies on his augmented physical abilities as well as the swords heavy weight, to blast through and take out whomever he may be fighting.

History

Belial, originally Roderick Lemartes, was a serial killer who was captured and locked in a maximum security prison a few months before the outbreak began. Still shut within, he and other inmates were left to rot when the guards and personnel abandoned the prison to escape the hordes. However, he was saved from a slow death f starvation by taking up an offer from Director Scott. In exchange for freedom, he became the subject for several tests, which resulted in the mutant of a man that lives now. He has chosen to abandon his name of Roderick Lemartes, on the grounds that he wishes to let that name still have some sense of normality. (not that there was much normality to it to begin with.)

His mutations were caused by the same parasite that created the zombie hordes, however through genetic manipulation of the parasite, as well as the Implants to protect his body, Belial is able to maintain some sanity and to avoid dying or turning into and a zombie. Since he was brought into the order by Scott, he has continued to serve as a head-hunter, bodyguard, and whatever else Scott may need the mutant of a man for.

So begins...

Belial's Story

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Character Portrait: Barnaby Turncoat Character Portrait: Belial Character Portrait: President Stanely Mockerson

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***Commonwealth Mayor's office***
Barnaby cringed as the man put an arm around him. Shuddering would have been his preferred method of expressing it, but this guy weighed so much he didn't think he'd even be able too. "Ok then sir..." Barnaby said sliding out of his grip and brushing himself off. "About looking the part. I look like I'm ready to get in, as you said, get in drunken fights and sleep in a gutter." He stood back, letting out a puff of smoke from the cigar and walking over to the balcony once more. He looked back at Stanley, waving his hand out to the balcony. "Please, if you would step out here." Stanley scowled before stepping out, Barnaby following him.

"As president, you want this city to run as strong as it can. Not just because it's strength grants strength to the other territories, but also!" He grinned looking at Stanley. "Also, it grants strength and wealth to you! Now of course why do I mention this? Simple, good sir." He leaned on the railing of the balcony, looking out and letting out a puff. "Morale is the most important part about this city staying strong. When it's people are happy, then they want to work, they want to improve things. Now I understand wanting an aesthetically pleasing office building, which yeah it could probably use some minute improvements. However, sir. These people, they live a hard life, some live in the gutter, some simple homes. The richest workers still are not what we'd call upper-class in the old ways of life."

"Get to the point, Mr. Turncoat." Stanley said, tapping his cane.

Barnaby looked at him, standing up off the railing. "For you, looking high-class as you do works, because you are the complete man in charge, and you deal with us mayors. So you need to look this way to let us know our place." He could see the nod from Stanley, Barnaby wanted to roll his eyes. "But for me, I need to look like the "drunken brawler." First off, it's what I wore surviving this whole mess we call the zeds. So it's very comfortable for me. But also, Mr. Mockerson, it let's these people know that they are being led by a man with experience in not only surviving, but climbing out of the hell-hole that was created. They want to follow me, not because I look powerful or ambitious, but because they know I've fought and survived the same and even worse conditions than how they live. And they respect that. They do what I ask because they trust me as well."

Walking back into the officer, Stanley following, Barnaby took another long drag of the cigar and let out the smoke. He then turned to face the president. "And any resources you are going to give me for improvement will go to improving their lives, not mine. And by doing so, it will not only make them happy, but it will also improve productivity because they are happy! Make sense?"

***Belial***

Belial stood nearby Scott's position. Currently the mutant was not wearing anything other than his pants, arms crossed as he listened to Scott speak to the men and women of the NDO army. Strong willed, determined, disciplined people; all fighting for the new cause. It really amused Belial, to think Scott had made it so far. Of course, it was because of the strong arms of operatives, especially Belial. He had no idea how many people he had killed by this point, and how many were dead because Scott needed cretins out of the way. He smiled, his sharp bottom canines still protruding from between his lips.

For a long time, Belial was Scott's secret weapon. Now though, he was Scott's terror weapon. To the majority of the world's population and people, he was a boogey man. None knew if he actually existed or not, but not the men in charge. To those of power, they knew of Belial's existence, and many had to sleep with one eye open less the mutant devour them. They never knew if they were Belial's next target.

To these soldiers, he still served a couple roles. Primarily, was something of inspiration, or at least an example to follow. In battles, Belial would join the fray and charge the enemy. Sometimes it helped the soldiers by distracting the enemy. At other times, the presence of the blood crazed berserker would even drive the soldiers into something of a similar blood frenzy. This ferocity was often enough to break the enemy, or at the least cause severe casualties. His other form of "inspiration" was the same as before. You turn from the NDO, you die. You run from our enemies, you die. Your life for the NDO, it was as simple as that.

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It was unfortunate. As of now, there had been nothing of the Children of Our Fathers resistance group than had really been causing trouble in the United States. Granted, Belial certainly was finding resistance members of different groups, which is why currently he was sitting in an abandoned building, watching out into a abandoned town while munching on a severed arm. It had only been a day-or-so ago that Scott had given Belial clearance to come to the states, and it had been a several hour flight by a cargo plane. Fortunately, the plane had been scheduled to head to the state to drop off more Enforcers, so Belial simply boarded it to make his way over.

Most of the Enforcers watched the mutant with apprehension, not sure what he was or what he was going to do. It was nice though, as it meant Belial got to sit by himself and not be bothered. It wasn't long since arriving that he ran off to find some meat to eat, a.k.a. rebels. He bit another chunk of flesh off the arm, chewing the hunk of meat as he continued to watch. His shotgun and sword were resting on the ground next to him.

The sword was caked in plenty of blood, considering Belial used it to hack his way through his enemies. He watched as several infected were roaming about, looking for a bite to eat. In fact, several were in the room with the mutant, feasting on the corpses as well. Belial hadn't noticed when he had first been mutated, mostly because everywhere he was sent meant he was not amongst infected. However, as time went on, Belial realized that, for some reason, the infected never turned hostile towards him. In fact, they tended to simply ignore him as if he was one of them. Which was probably the case, as he was an infected, just with a degree of sanity due to a mutation of the parasite and his implants. It was actually one of Belial most powerful weapons. Just guide the infected to the people he needed to attack, and let them draw fire and attention. By the time they noticed Belial, somebody was already being mauled. Then the rest of the infected got in because the defenders lost their organization and, well long story short they were then quickly begin devoured by Belial and the other infected.

Belial took one more bite before tossing the arm behind him, an infected quickly going to it to devour what remained before Belial collected his gear. Strapping the shotgun to the small of his back, he then placed the sword into it's "sheath" on his back. All it consisted of was a reinforced pouch to support the point of the blade, then a long kevlar strap travelled up the length of it where it then connected to a thick strap that buckled closed to hold the blade in place. Walking to the window, Belial quickly just jumped out of the building, falling for a few moments before landing on the ground, falling to a knee as he did so. Growling, Belial stood up, not noticing the gash that had formed on his knee when it smacked into the ground from the landing. It however, just quickly healed over.

He started walking, watching around, heading off to find some new people to fight.

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Character Portrait: Nicholas "Nick" Solidor Character Portrait: Leo Diaz Character Portrait: Max Paiges Character Portrait: Taylor Paiges Character Portrait: Alexander Chase Character Portrait: Aarti Grant Character Portrait: Belial

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Belial was perched up in a tree, looking down at the newly found individuals. Two women, four males. One of the men was approaching from a hiding place, probably having been observing the situation, as well as covering fire. At least, Belial was assuming it was covering fire by the way one of the women looked over at the man as he approached. All of them looked quite young, in their twenties at the least, maybe early thirties. He wasn't to sure, nor did he really care.

He normally would have assumed them to be rebels, considering they were so far away from any places of civilization. He only went on that assumption, because after six years of this mess going on, people had usually migrated to safe zones and such. Only people who wanted to stay away from prying eyes, hence resistance members, usually braved the wastelands were infected roamed.

Kneeling down so he could get a better look at them, he cocked his head to the side. Few of them actually seemed to know one another though, and that was the only reason Belial had decided not to attack. If most of them were strangers to one another, then they just had to be a bunch of unlucky schmucks just lost and wandering about. Course, even random individuals Belial might have attacked, but over the years he had certainly simmered down a bit. Least in regards to randomly mauling strangers. He'd only do so if the thirst was really strong or he was particularly hungry (the two did kinda go hand-in-hand). The only people who ever met his unwarranted aggression were those he had been tasked to kill or those who had decided to turn hostile upon himself.

Remaining up in the tree, he smiled some as he shouted down to them. "You know folks, it might behoove you to know that there is a fuck-ton of infected coming this way. Largest horde I've ever seen to be honest. But before you depart, would it be rude of me to ask if any of you are members of any known/unknown resistance groups working against the NDO? An odd and random question yes, but it's very important for me to know."

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Character Portrait: Nicholas "Nick" Solidor Character Portrait: Leo Diaz Character Portrait: Max Paiges Character Portrait: Taylor Paiges Character Portrait: Alexander Chase Character Portrait: Aarti Grant Character Portrait: Belial

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"You know folks, it might behoove you to know that there is a fuck-ton of infected coming this way. Largest horde I've ever seen to be honest..."
Leo paused and looked at the group behind him, for he second he thought that it must of been one of them who had spoken, but no one seemed to of heard the voice and it definitely hadnt sounded like anyone he knew.
Great... Leo thought, shaking his head, Im going crazy.
And then the voice spoke again, at first Leo wasnt able to catch what it was saying, but the last few parts he understood,
"...Any of you are members of any known/unknown resistance groups working against the NDO? An odd and random question yes, but it's very important for me to know."

Leo blinked and looked up, since he realized that that was where the voice had been coming from.
Leo was surprised to find a man sitting way up in a tree.
He couldnt see him clearly, but from what he did see, the man didnt look quite human... odd.
NDO? Leo thought,
No... him, Aarti, and Alex werent exactly working against them... but they werent working with them, either.
They were just kind of... not really doing anything.

"Uh... no. I mean... I dont think so." Leo called back, not sure of his answer.

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Character Portrait: Mando Ortega Character Portrait: Nicholas "Nick" Solidor Character Portrait: Leo Diaz Character Portrait: Max Paiges Character Portrait: Taylor Paiges Character Portrait: Alexander Chase Character Portrait: Aarti Grant Character Portrait: Barnaby Turncoat Character Portrait: Alexis Rivera Character Portrait: Belial

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Barnaby watched as Mando fired off the gun, before he started to panic himself. While he and his guards knew that Mando was not firing at him, those on the wall may not realize this and Barnaby didn't need this turning into a shootout he wouldn't survive. Quickly turning around, Barnaby looked up at the wall and held his hand up, trying to signal to the men up on the wall not to fire. To be safe, he looked at one of the guards nearby. "Tell the guys up on the wall the man is just having a spaz attack please!" One of the guards quickly hoped on his radio to inform, Barnaby watching before he suddenly felt someone grab hold of him.

Barnaby was caught off guard as the young woman hugged him, Barnaby just standing there before he awkwardly patted her on the back. "Yep...you are welcome miss." She then quickly scampered behind him as Mando approached again. Barnaby looked at the woman before back at the slaver. "So, do we have a deal here or not Mr. Ortega?" Barnaby was still unaware of who exactly Mando had attacked, as the woman in question was out of his sight and so it left him with little go on. He did hope they got out ok, in fact he kinda hoped they could find their way to the wall. Atleast that way they may have a chance to get noticed by the guards.

One thing the walls did have was various ladders and rope variants as well to allow quick access in and out of the city. The only thing was that these ladders were under heavy guard, and could only be deployed form the inside and only in certain circumstances were they ever deployed. Hopefully the guards would feel somewhat merciful on the unlucky sap running for their lives.

***Belial***

Belial chuckled as the boy's uneasy response. Belial decided to get down to their level more, so began hoping down the branches before landing a few feet away form them. He wasn't surprised at the odd and uneasy looks. He got plenty of them from people who lived in relative safety, so he'd expect people who had to watch their backs for infected and slavers twenty-four/seven to be even more cautious. "Well least it means we won't be trying to kill each other then!" Belial said with a smile

"None of you know where any might be, hm? I've got a very important job to do and it would really helpful if you did let me know." Honestly, Belial was really only making conversation cause he was bored. He wasn't really expecting any solid information out of these people, but it was a good way to break the ice, at least Belial thought it was. "Don't let my odd appearance put you off! I've had my fill of meat lately, so I'm just looking for any bits of info people can give me and maybe a nice conversation while I'm at it!"

(OOC: Ignore the Alexis Rivera tag, that was me accidently clicking it while trying to get Alex. Sorry!!)

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Character Portrait: Mando Ortega Character Portrait: Nicholas "Nick" Solidor Character Portrait: Leo Diaz Character Portrait: Max Paiges Character Portrait: Taylor Paiges Character Portrait: Alexander Chase Character Portrait: Aarti Grant Character Portrait: Barnaby Turncoat Character Portrait: Belial

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***Barnaby***

Barnaby pinched the bridge of his nose, looking over at the little firestorm that was started. "Fuck a duck and call me a monkey..." he mumbled to himself. He looked back at Mando, "Right then...I'll go get the stuff rounded up, then we'll finish this business. See you in a few." Barnaby said before he turned around. He looked at the slave girl and gestured to his guards. "Just stick with them if he scares the bageabis out of you." Barnaby said before he turned and began making his way back towards the gates. "Oy...I am one lucky son of a bitch aren't I..."

***Belial***

He looked around at the group, still getting the uneasy looks from them. None had spoken up yet, and it was somewhat irritating him on the inside. "What? I heard you guys have some good chit-chatting earlier! Fuck the boy was brave enough to speak up, come on! Besides, not like you haven't seen disfigured folks like me before!" Course he should be smarter than this, to realize how these folks were not exactly going to be forthcoming with him. After all, he certaintly wasn't the prettiest of guys on the block nowadays.

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Character Portrait: Nicholas "Nick" Solidor Character Portrait: Leo Diaz Character Portrait: Max Paiges Character Portrait: Taylor Paiges Character Portrait: Aarti Grant Character Portrait: Belial

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Nicholas was looking around, he put his hands down since it looked like no one was attacking him. Suddenly a man jumped down from the trees, and one of the men said something to him. Nicholas could not hear anything. The strange man looked as if he was really angry and like he was telling everybody off. Nicholas had no idea what he was say, the earphones were still in his ears and all he could hear was his music playing while the man was telling him off. Nicholas wasn't really afraid of him. Well, he had been living in an apocalypse, so this should normal according to everything else that had been happening in the passed years.

Nicholas took his earphones out of his ears, and walked back slowly, so that he wasn't in the middle of everyone else. "I was just passing by, I don't want any trouble. I got sloppy just for a minute, but I'll get out of your way." He said to the strangers and also to the strange man. He turned his mp3 player off and put it in his pocket. He couldn't handle all of the staring, and he was pretty sure that the other man was getting tired of it as well. "Sorry I didn't answer you, I just couldn't hear you."

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Character Portrait: Nicholas "Nick" Solidor Character Portrait: Leo Diaz Character Portrait: Max Paiges Character Portrait: Taylor Paiges Character Portrait: Alexander Chase Character Portrait: Aarti Grant Character Portrait: Belial

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((OOC: I would of posted earlier but I had a shitload of homework to finish DX ))

Aarti stared at the man, unable to think of anything to say. She was doing her best to hide her surprise... it wasnt everyday she saw someone who looked like... that, but it was clear she was failing.
She wished that Leo had kept his mouth shut and pretended he hadn't heard the man speak, but what was done was done.
"Sorry! Normally people like you... I mean, the ones that look kinda like you..." Aarti trailed off, lost of words.
The way the man looked shocked her, if he hadn't spoken Aarti would of guessed he was one of the infected.
Maybe he was, maybe he just wasn't fully infected...?

Suddenly the new kid, whatever his name was, took a few steps back,
"I was just passing by, I don't want any trouble. I got sloppy just for a minute but I'll get out of your way...Sorry I didn't answer you, I just couldn't hear you."
Truthfully she was kind of disappointed, being around Alex and Leo was surprisingly boring, and Aarti didn't know if the blonde and her brother were going to stick around or not... maybe not, Alex had been planning to kill her, after all.
But still, having a new addition to the group would of been fun.

Aarti flashed a smile, wishing she could use the kids excuse of 'I didnt hear you'

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Character Portrait: Nicholas "Nick" Solidor Character Portrait: Leo Diaz Character Portrait: Max Paiges Character Portrait: Taylor Paiges Character Portrait: Alexander Chase Character Portrait: Aarti Grant Character Portrait: Belial

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***Belial***

He chuckled, look at the young woman. "'People like you.'? Some might interpret such a comment to be racist!" He said with a chuckle before looking towards the boy backing away. "As for you, now you can hear me. And besides, who cares if you were just passing through! Now you've got people to talk with."

He looked back at Aarti. "To let you know, I am the same, but I'm not the same. To go any further in-depth would be...confusing. Not to mention it wouldn't really make my employer very happy." Belial sat down on the ground, looking around at them. "So what brings all of you folks out into the middle of butt-fuck nowhere? Granted it's a nice forest," he said while looking around. "Butt it's certainly not a friendly one with all of the groaners and moaners wandering about for a snack."

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Character Portrait: Nicholas "Nick" Solidor Character Portrait: Leo Diaz Character Portrait: Max Paiges Character Portrait: Taylor Paiges Character Portrait: Alexander Chase Character Portrait: Aarti Grant Character Portrait: Belial

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Aarti's face went red with embarrassment, "Sorry."
She was glad that the man didn't seem offended, but she reminded herself to be more careful with her words.

Alex was listening to what the man was saying, and the words 'my employer' caught his interest.
He was working for someone?
"So what brings all of you folks out into the middle of butt-fuck nowhere?" The man said, not giving Alex a chance to question, "Granted it's a nice forest, but it's certainly not a friendly one with all of the groaners and moaners wandering about for a snack." He continued as he looked around.
"Well... i've been traveling with these two idiots," Aarti said, pointing at Alex and Leo, both of them didn't look like they appreciated what she called them. Then Aarti hushed her voice into a whisper that was still loud enough for everyone to hear,
"Honestly they're both complete dumbass's."

Alex narrowed his eyes,
"You said something about a hoard of infected heading this way... did you actually see it with your own eyes or did you just hear it from someone?" He asked the man, completely ignoring Aarti.

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Character Portrait: Nicholas "Nick" Solidor Character Portrait: Leo Diaz Character Portrait: Max Paiges Character Portrait: Taylor Paiges Character Portrait: Alexander Chase Character Portrait: Aarti Grant Character Portrait: Belial

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Nicholas answered the man. "Just escaped a small town and trapped them with a wall of fire. The fire was necessary because I alerted all the infected by killing a crawler. I'd rather have a group of infected than one crawler on my ass."
He looked at the group and looked away.
"See ya." Nicholas turned around and walked away deeper into the jungle.

As he was walking away, he shook his head, disappointed in himself, he could've died just from being sloppy.

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Character Portrait: Nicholas "Nick" Solidor Character Portrait: Leo Diaz Character Portrait: Max Paiges Character Portrait: Taylor Paiges Character Portrait: Alexander Chase Character Portrait: Aarti Grant Character Portrait: Belial

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"Idiots, eh? guess I'll have to take your word on that one then." Belial said while placing his hands behind his head and leaning back against a tree. "As for you boy," He said while looking at Alex. "I did see them. In fact I had walked through a part of it. And boy, there were plenty I'll tell you what!"

He looked at Nick though next. "Right, and that point would be~? What? Besides, Crawlers are pretty adorable! Cute little fuckers I tell you what! They always squirm around though when I try to hug them...but I'll admit that when they scream it can be very annoying..."

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Character Portrait: Leo Diaz Character Portrait: Max Paiges Character Portrait: Taylor Paiges Character Portrait: Alexander Chase Character Portrait: Aarti Grant Character Portrait: Belial

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Taylor remained silent, observing cautiously, and as she was about to open her mouth to talk, there was a voice from behind her, up in the trees. She whipped her head around, instantly spotting the man among the trees and watching him, knowing that behind her Max was doing the same, gun still in his hand, but pointed down. Although abnormal for him, he wasn't really talking. For once, he was taking a tip from his sister and watching.
Looking at the man, he noticed strange things about him, the type you see on newly affected and the like, although he surly was a man. He allowed a slightly confused expression to take over his face, not even trying to hide his curiosity as he all but stared. Taylor was different. Pushing a blank expression on, she glanced at the man, watching him speak for a few seconds, then turning to see how Max and Scout had reacted, Scout now standing, ears perked and watching.
They watched him jump down, one of the boys speaking with him, and then the girl. The man replied, then the newest boy replied, turning around and walking away. Taylor knew this didn't matter. Either within the next week they would find each other crossing paths, or they would never meet again, and it was what it was. Taylors blank face slipped into a bit fo a smirk, although not for any reason necessary other then the man was searching for NDO's.
Watching him talking to them, She glanced at her brother, signally for him to say something, and he slowly nodded, twitching his fingers so Scout would sit again, then speaking up.
"N-NDO rebels?" He shook his head slowly, gaining more confidence. "We don't mess with them, they don't mess with us." Taylor watched, interested, and waiting to see how the situation would unfold.

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Character Portrait: Nicholas "Nick" Solidor Character Portrait: Leo Diaz Character Portrait: Max Paiges Character Portrait: Taylor Paiges Character Portrait: Alexander Chase Character Portrait: Aarti Grant Character Portrait: Belial

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As Nicholas walked through the bushes, to get away from that group he looked at his watch, which showed 2:00p.m. "Shit!" He thought. Nicholas was worried because it was going to be dark in 4-7 hours, and Nicholas didn't know how long it would take to find another town. "Looks, I'm going to have to run."

Nicholas sprinted into the "never ending" forest. Nicholas had been running for 2 hours and a bit, and he had still been in the forest. He stopped suddenly, and hid behind a bush. As he peaked through, he saw a massive horde of infected coming his way, and it would most likely make it to the group that he just came from. "I can't take them all on... I bet that huge guy could take them on though." Nicholas quickly climbed up the tree with ease, and this tree was very high. The only infected to get him would probably only be a Crawler or a Nightmare, but luckily it was daylight... for now.

Nicholas sat on the highest branch that could support him. He grabbed the stage curtain that he took from the nightclub and strapped himself to the tree, in case he fell of while sleeping. As he watched the infected passing through from underneath him, he thought; "Those guys better move quickly..." He wasn't worried about the other man though.

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Character Portrait: Leo Diaz Character Portrait: Max Paiges Character Portrait: Taylor Paiges Character Portrait: Alexander Chase Character Portrait: Aarti Grant Character Portrait: Belial

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***Belial***

Belial watched the dog with a smile as one of the young man spoke. "N-NDO rebels? We don't mess with them, they don't mess with us." he said. Belial then pouted some, looking back at him.

"A shame, least on the fact it means I have to keep searching for the rats now. Good for you folks though, it's not usually a good idea to get mixed up with those folks. You folks already have enough trouble dealing with the infected, it'd only be worse to now have to worry about running into any enforcers." The boy who spoke about leaving had done so a few moments ago, but the other people didn't seem so interested in separating.

Well, judging by the blonde haired woman's look, was far to excited to see what might occur. He then looked between them all, his one eye looking over each and everyone of them. Quite a group he had to say, and he certainly liked how the women looked. Twas a shame that there wasn't a women alive that he'd want to sleep with that'd feel the same way about him. Shaking his head, he then stood up, brushing himself off. "Well, I can't say I envy you folks. lotsa runnin', lotsa hidin'. Course some of oyu look good in a fight, which is also my preferred method of handling things."

There was a distinct groan that came from a ways away. Belial could hear it easily, but he wasn't sure if the others may have picked up on it. Turning to look, he could see a single infected blindly strolling through the forest. At the moment, it had failed to notice them, but Belial knew that it only meant the rest of the horde was not far behind. He grinned, chuckling some before looking back at the others. "And unlucky for you folks," he said while using his thumb to point over his shoulder, back at the walker. "that would be your warning to get the fuck out of here. Unlike you folks, they don't want to nibble on my flesh. Can't blame them though, I probably taste pretty damned awful..." Belial said while looking himself over.

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Watching the moves of the man, and his eyes, Taylors head was turned before he pointed and spoke. The first infected, although slow, and groaning, was not a good sign, and sadly, one that Taylor knew very well. It meant that they had not a lot of time, and by the looks of this place, the nearest city was probably miles away. Not nearly enough time to get there.
Glancing back at the man, giving him a quick once over, interested in what he was saying, though not enough so that she was going to ask. She looked at Scout quickly, the dog back on his feet, a low growl sounding from his muzzle, but a quick meeting of eye contact shushed him. The fortunate side of having such a well trained dog tended to involve the fact that they didn't have to worry about unpreventable noise.
Taylor turned back to the man, hearing him finish his words and simply increased her smirk. "How fortunate for you." She said, taking a few steps the oposite direction as the zombie, then turning back and looking at the group, especially her brother and dog. "I believe there are taller trees this way, and we should at least try to get ahead of the horde, before we do anything."
Max shrugged, taking a step towards his sister then pausing. Were they going to work with the trio, or would now be the time to split? He turned back to them, and watched.

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Aarti clapped her hands together,
"Well! Thank you mister, for giving us the warning... I guess we'll be on our way now!" She exclaimed, flashing a smile as she picked up the backpack.
She was grateful that he had taken the time to warn them, even if it was just so he would be able to ask them if they were working with the NDO, it was nice of him.
And as nice of a guy he probably was, he creeped Aarti out.
Sorry...

Aarti pointed at the boy and the girl,
the girl had just spoken, something about taller tree's and at first Aarti wondered if she had meant to suggest climbing them, but Aarti decided against it. They'd probably be trapped up there once the hoard passed through.
"Anywho, I hope you two don't mind if we tag along, do you?" She asked although she wouldn't listen if they said no.
There was no way Aarti was going to go back to wandering around the monster-filled world with just two people, it just wasn't going to happen.

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Max shrugged at the girl, turning towards Taylor for a confirmation. No matter what Max said, or how manly he tried to be, he always took his sisters thought into mind, considering she knew best often. She gave him a look only understandable to him, and he turned back to the trio, nodding his head, and beginning to walk.

"Of course. But we need to get moving. Fast." He said, glancing around, seeing his tracks from where he came, then just deciding on going with Taylor. Scout stood quick, sheepishly sniffing the girl before trotting over to Taylor and Max, who quickly aimed his gun at the infected, hitting it once then turning back. He knew he had hit it where he meant too, and he didn't need confirmation.

Taylor, while beginning to walk, pulled her backpack around to her front, beginning to dig through it. Max watched out of the corner of his eye, expecting the trio to be right behind them, considering they had just asked to come with, and said just loud enough for them to hear, although he wondered what the plan of the lone man would be.

"Hungry, or are you all covered?" He figured they were fine, but then again you never knew. Majority of people just went day to day, finding as they went. Although Taylor and Max weren't like this, they tried to take in more food every day, and he looked around constantly for berries or other plants he knew were safe to eat.

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***Barnaby***

He really must be bipolar then, Barnaby thought. Bipolar or not though, he was not a fan of this fella flipping shit on him. "Ok, Mr. Mockerson. First off, they are not getting into our damned walls and secondly I just told you I am not trusting our safety to them! I just told you I'm going to keep our guards at the ready and they will be running even more training exercises to be ready for a fucking fight." This time Barnaby approached Stanley, stopping close to him and leaning in, "And thirdly, who. gives. a Flying fuck!! About some god damned wine!!"

He shook his head before turning back around. "If you are so mortified at the loss of a chance of getting drunk, then find more ways to get more alcohol in here. But I am willing to part with it if it means we get more resources into this city and don't have to fucking waste manpower to go out and hunt fucking slavers!" Barnaby then walked over to Sarah, looking at her and nodding head in a random direction. "Come on, let's walk and you can finish telling me what you were saying." He said with a smile to her as he started walking.

***Belial***

After the individuals had left, Belial had chosen to continue his hunt. He'd been travelling for a couple hours, which with his immense stamina and speed, meant he could cover a lot of ground fast. Currently, he had managed to find his way to a small town that held and NDO outpost. Friendlies, and it meant he may be able to get information from them about any rebels. He was sure they knew of certain locations, but lacked the manpower to deal with them; Belial however would be that manpower.

Currently he was resting on the rooftop of the outpost, leaning on the edge and watching people go by. He'd taken a hooded coat to wear, using it to cover his head. He still only had the jacket and pants, and the jacket was open in the front, but it made it harder for people just casually glancing around to really get a good look at the mutant. Leaning his arms on the railing atop the roof, he continued to watch the people go by and about their business, sword resting against the railing next to him with the shotgun still on the small of his back.

He was glad the thirst was dormant as of now, mostly because he had eaten some unlucky bloke not long before coming here. He really didn't want to go berserk in the town though, because then the rebels would go on alert at the news of some super freak running about and maiming people.

He turned his head some, oddly drawn to look at a man and woman walking along. He couldn't make out their faces well from the distance, but he could definitely see that the woman was very finely dressed for a place like this. He shook his head, watching them go while he talked to himself. "Damn bitch is just asking for trouble. Not going to be surprised if she ends up dead in a gutter or something..." As he watched, he narrowed his eye. He couldn't help but feel like there was something important about the man, but then again it could just be the thirst driving him to feast. Shaking his head, he continued to watch them go for a few before they were finally out of his sight.

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Richard escorted his wife through the town. He felt eyes on him...thirsty eyes that were burning a hole in him, but he couldn't seem to spot anybody glaring at him. It made him nervous...very nervous. As they approached the small supply shop Richard spotted a band of NDO soldiers marching down the street like there was a parade going through town. It was probably just to make sure the people here remembered who was in charge.

"Let's try to be quick about this babe." Richard whispered to her as the two walked inside the market.


***Sarah McCarthy***

Sarah was hard at work telling Barnaby her story. She told him about how Mando had attacked her small settlement and how he had killed her mother and brother. Every word was spoken through thick tears,

"and he..he made me do things." Sarah began to cry

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Staying at the small NDO outpost had paid off. Just as he had thought, they had rebel locations yet had been unable to do anything about it. Belial however, didn't such a problem. A lot of the NDO resources were being dedicated to keeping their held territories from breaking out in anarchy, not to mention most rebels were smart and made their hideouts in uncontrolled, infested areas. Basically, it would take a decent amount of manpower to completely root out said rebels and most NDO outposts had nowhere near the manpower to do so.

Belial could give a shit about infected however, as they could give a shit about him in return. That already made his task far easier than would normally be the case for any other NDO agent. Working alone meant he had a far easier time sneaking around, and his augmented physical capabilities only helped. Everything that he was made him such an incredibly useful tool when hunting rebels. He didn't even need to be supplied with food and water, as he could find sources as he went and he just ate whatever source of meat he could find. Course, he did have to get some training when it came to identifying plants and fauna that were edible and what wasn't. As powerful as he was made by the parasite, it didn't protect him one hundred percent from the poisons and toxins of the world. The last time he ate something bad, he had been horribly sick for a couple of days. He had no idea what it was that he had eaten, but they said the only reason he wasn't dead is just because his body could take the punishment and heal the damage the toxin had caused. Eventually the toxin had run dry in his system and he recovered, but the days it took were horrible for him.

Currently, he was prone within some heavy brush, a telescopic sight in hand as he watched the location he had been given. It had been quiet for most of the day, but right now he was watching two individuals approach the abandoned two story building. Both of them were moving cautiously and keeping watch for any and all threats, whether it be human or infected. They had done good, but another piece of training Belial had received during his service was stalking and camouflage techniques. It was some of the training that paid of the most for him, which is why the people had been unable to locate the mutant, who was wearing something of a make-shift ghillie suit. Hardly a professionally made one, but it kept him hidden from plain sight.

Both of the men entered the building, which looked to be an abandoned house on the edge of a ghost town. He had followed them since he spotted them looting a large supermarket. Surprisingly there had been supplies inside, as they had entered empty handed and left with two backpacks full of stuff.

Finally lowering the sight, Belial was on his feet and moving rapidly in a single moment. Quietly darting between brush and trees, then from building to building, he had quickly made his way to the target building itself. He was listening, crouched low near a window. He could hear people talking inside. They were talking loudly as they figured no one was around to get them. "You find anything good Pete?" One of them asked.

"Some canned stuff, and some bottled water but nothing much else unfortunately." another responded back.

"Wonderful...How Morgan doing? He getting any better...?" Another asked.

This time a woman spoke up, "No...he's only getting worse, and the enforcers have the medical supplies held up to tight. We can't get to it without getting ourselves killed."

"Great..."

Belial smiled, he had found who he was looking for indeed. Quickly making his way silently along the wall, he crept his way to another window. Carefully standing up to peek in, he looked into the empty room. He could hear the people still talking in the other room. Climbing through the window, he drew his shotgun from the holster on his waist as he made his way over to a wall next to the doorway. He carefully unlatched his sword, reaching up behind him and gripping the handle of the blade. He didn't draw it free just yet, and he quickly pressed himself back towards a wall as he heard two people make their way into the room. It was a man and a woman, both in their mid-thirties and holding hands.

"It's ok Rachel, we'll save Morgan...we won't lose him..." The man said.

The woman sighed deeply, leaning against the man. "I hope...I don't know what I'd do if we lost him..."

The man turned the woman so they were facing each-other, he gave her a smile, trying to comfort her. "Rachel, we won't lose our son...I'll get into that damned outpost and get that fucking medication. I will, don't worry." He then pulled her into a tight hug, the woman resting her head against the man. She had her eyes closed, and it was the only reason she couldn't see Belial crouched low right there. Smiling and letting out a sigh of comfort, she finally opened her eyes, the smile vanishing as confusion took over her features. She then tried to scream, but both were cut right down as Belial swung in a hard diagonal swing with the blade. It cleaved straight through them both, cutting through the woman completely before it dug deep into the man's body. It threw him to the ground hard, smashing his head into the floor as he fell. The woman was severed into two pieces, and the man was close to the same. Both hadn't even been able to scream before being cut down. The woman's eyes were still wide in shock, but we now staring blankly at the ceiling.

"What the fuck are you doing in there?! Jesus keep the fornicating out of the damned kitchen!!" someone shouted. They were more than likely responding to the loud thud that had been made by their bodies hitting the ground and Belial blade also digging into the floor. Turning to the door, Belial rested the blade on his shoulder, holding the shotgun out at the ready as he made his way to the door. "The hell is up with those two? Do they really need to do that shit in the kitchen...?" the same man said.

"They are rather quiet for fornicating in there...." Another man said.

Another woman spoke, "Also heard that Jimmy was a horrible lover!" Everyone broke out into laughs. They grew quiet though at the sound of silence, the woman clearly having expected a response form the now dead man. "What?! nothing to same Jim? Bah you're no fun."

"Are...they ok in there?" Someone asked. Belial then heard someone stand up and begin making their way to the doorway. Belial choose now. He quickly rounded the corner, shotgun held out in front of him. The man walking towards the kitchen couldn't even respond to Belial's appearance as his head torn to pieces by a point-blank buck-shot blast form the shotgun. All of the ones inside, were scrambling to respond, but another was riddled with holes as Belial fired rapidly with the shotgun. He was hardly aiming really, and was just rapidly pulling the trigger to get off as many rounds as he could. He managed to take another man down before swinging at another man. It caught the rebel on his collar, and tore him in half. The blade cut through messily, then jammed into the ground as it's weight kept it going. Belial tossed the empty shotgun to the ground, now using both hands to better control the heavy weapon.

He roared and lunged at another, ignoring the bullets that were now flying towards him as he hacked another man in half at the waist. Spinning around, he then threw the heavy blade at a man across the room. The blade impaled through his chest, and dragged the man back into the wall. He screamed as he was slammed and pinned to the wall as the blade imbedded itself there. The Red thirst was in full affect by now, and Belial was almost a blur this close to the people. Some tried to hit him with their rifles, knives, or even fists and boots. It did as good as the bullets, and the people were rapidly and quickly being cut down by the sharp talons on Belial's fingers. One man tried to run up the stairs, but barely made it to the top as he was tackled to the ground by Belial and screamed the mutant began biting and tearing away at the man's neck. He dead quickly as Belial continued to feast.

Finishing the meal, Belial looked around the room, looking at the array of dead and mutilated bodies. The man who he had pinned to the wall was screaming curses, obscenities, and other things about Belial's mother as he tried to pull the blade from his stomach. Belial walked up, grabbed the blade with both hands and ripped it from the wall and out of the man. He screamed loudly, looking up at Belial in time to have his head turn to pulp as he swung the blade through it. Belial smiled, walking by the bodies to recovered his dropped shotgun before he turned back to the stairs. Calmly walking up the stairs, not bothering to clean himself of the blood that covered his body. making it to the upper room, which surprisingly was all there was on the second floor, he didn't have to look hard before he looked at the end of the room. There, cowering in a corner, was a young boy and another young man. The older of the two was nothing but a teenager, and he shakily held a pistol out at Belial. "St-stay back!!!" He screamed at the mutant.

Belial shook his head, walking towards them while holding up a hand to shield his face as the boy rapidly fired shots. Belial didn't even flinch as he took the bullets, and stopped in front of them as he heard the distinct clicking of the empty pistol. "Run Morgan!!!" the teen yelled, shoving the boy away as he then tried to tackle Belial. Belial stumbled back slightly, rolling his eyes before smacking the teen on the back with the shotgun. The boy grunted, falling to the ground before he screamed as Belial just stabbed him through with the blade. The boy cried out in pain, gasping and then going silent as Belial twisted the blade roughly then ripped it out. He then turned, watching the young boy stare in horror at Belial before sprinting towards the stairs. Belial walked after him, shotgun in hand and blade resting on his shoulder, following the terrified boy as he stumbled his way past the corpses downstairs and out the front door. The boy fell down the stairs, crying out in pain before he tried to get back onto his feet to try and continue to run away. He barely made it a step before he was blasted in the back by Belial who had taken the time to reload the shotgun. The young boy, barely ten, gasped stumbling and falling to the ground as he held his stomach which had been torn open by the shotgun. Calmly walking over, Belial holstered the shotgun to his back again, stopping near the boy and kneeling down.

"Sorry pal, but your parents choose really bad company to be with. It's nothing personal, I promise you that much. It's part of my job to do this, hunt down the bad boys and girls who try to stop the NDO. In your case, I probably could have let you go, but then you may have ran off and warned other rebels that I'm around and that would make my job so much harder. And I hate having a tough job." Belial then stood up, gripping the handle of his blade as the boy turned to look up at the blood covered thing standing over him. "I'll put you out of your misery. Your welcome." The boy didn't make a noise as his head was turned to mulch as Belial brought the blade down on it, the blade gouging the pavement as well. Belial smiled, lifting the blade up and sheathing it on his back once more. "Thank you Scott for letting me come here...fuck I was about to shoot myself out of sheer fucking boredom..." He muttered to himself before narrowing his eye, turning around. He had felt eyes on him, and he was surprised when he saw a familiar face.

Gripping the blade tighter, Belial sneered. "If you don't want to die boy, I'd suggest you tell me you are not one of their friends."

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After the horde had passed another couple kilometers away, Nicholas climbed down the tree and made his way to the next closest town. On his way there he saw the same man from the other group.
"Fancy meeting him here." He thought to himself.

He stayed in the bushes as he watched the man destroy the two people outside. He then followed him inside and watched as he completely obliterated every living thing in that building, and even a child.
"He was infected anyway... He was going to die sooner or later." He thought to himself again.
"If you don't want to die boy, I'd suggest you tell me you are not one of their friends." The man said after he turned around to face Nicholas.

Once again, Nicholas wasn't scared of him, though he should be. He had given up fear through the years, he had already accepted death after he saw his dead sister (Maggie's) ripped and torn corpse. The only thing on his mind these days was, to see how long he could go before he died of this disease or from not making his jump to wherever he was jumping. "I don't have any friends. They all died... well I'm pretty sure they are dead." He replied to the man. "So to answer your question... No, I'm not one of those rag dolls' friends." Calling them rag dolls because of how easily he took them all down. Nicholas didn't really want to piss him off but, he had to show somehow that he wasn't afraid of the man, and if he was going to kill him, he was ready to defend himself.

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Belial chuckled some, looking down at the dead boy at his feet, then the building and back to the man not far from him. "Rag dolls. eh?" He nonchalantly kicked the dead boy over, "I guess that's one way of putting it." He stepped over the dead body, heading towards the man in front of him. "So as I've asked before, what brings you out to the middle of fucking nowhere? I'm sure you might find some stuff inside there," he said while nodding his head towards the house he had just raided, "It is quite messy though so do be careful not to slip."

Belial stopped in front of him, looking at Nick. "So, your friends are dead, huh? How unfortunate." He scratched his chin, looking off. "You know, that makes me wonder if any of my old friends or any of my family are alive." He shrugged then, smiling and looking at nick again. "No point in worrying about it, never does you any good."

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"I've been traveling for the passed six years. I keep on moving everyday moving from town to town." Nicholas answered.
He walked towards the kitchen to look for anything to eat or drink.
"I'm Nicholas, or Nick." He said. "What's your name?" He asked as he was still looking through all the cupboards. "Man, there is nothing in here, what did they live on? Thinking about it, what do you live on?" He asked the man.

Nicholas hadn't had a conversation with another person since the camp he was on during the outbreak. The group in the forest didn't count, he wasn't looking for a conversation. He didn't want to stay with their group, and was happy he got out of it alive. But this guy is different, he is quite similar to Nicholas. They are both always on the move and they could take care of themselves, but he was hunted down some group and Nicholas... he was just trying to survive.

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"A curious one, aren't you..." Belial said while following the man as he entered the recently vacated building. Belial simply walked over the bodies as he admired his work. "If you must know, I go Belial. Simple as that. I gave up my old name, as that was used for a~ different time of my life." He looked down at the couple he had first killed when entering the building. He kneeled down, grabbing an arm of the man, and bracing the body with his foot, yanked and tore the arm straight off the body.

It broke away with a loud tearing sound, Belial looking it over before shedding the sleeve that he had managed to drag with it. "To answer your question boy," Belial said while pointing at him with the hand on the severed arm. "This, is part of my nutritional diet. Along with a specialized nutrient paste...thing. But these, " he waved the arm around, "Are my favorite snack." He took a hefty bite of the arm, tearing a piece free and chewing it. After a few moments, he swallowed the chunk and looked back at Nick. " Though I am more than happy to eat other standard food products, fluids, and such." He looked at nick while taking another bite.