A small town in the midwest called Highgate

((OOC thats fine with me :) So whats happening?))

Marcus ran up right behind Lilith when she entered the gas station. He was a little surprised when he ran up to her and she was stopped dead in the doorway. He pushed her aside and saw a strange creature atop of Darcy. It had a human figure but nothing about it seemed human anymore. It's eyes had become covered by skin and it's jaw had dislocated and become three times the size of a normal humans. what the fuck was this thing? He didn't have time to question he just raised the rifle and pull the trigger. The round pierced the things skull and sent the top of it's head flying everywhere and then it dropped re-dead on the floor. Darcy stood up then stood up.

"Ew" then she stripped off her shirt into her pink bra. Damn, Marcus thought, this isn't such a bad day after all "Does someone have a spare shirt?" he noticed her looking over to the side and thats where he too saw some poeple. One was Asian American, and was dressed like a thug. the other was a red headed young women. Shit, he thought, this whole thing was about to get way out of hand. He looked back at Darcy's body and grinned to himself, its worth it though.

He forced himself to focus back on the survivors looked them over, checking for anything of an immediate threat then said "Who fuck are you two?" and I swear if any of you are bit I'm going to lose it, he thought.

Leon left the security of his house but he couldn't stay there, not with his parents on the floor of his bedroom. He looked at the mansion as he drove down the driveway and opened the gate. It had only been a year since he moved into that house yet there were already so many memories. He brushed the thoughts away and looked out to the road. Oh no. There were more and he didn't know if he could handle chopping these people up either. They sprinted after him and his motorbike making Leon drive faster, they were pretty close. Leon got his sword out while he was driving at a steady pace and then breaked, holding the sword out. Off went the heads of three zombies, Leon got off his bike. These were not humans it wouldn't matter if he killed them. It's like killing a murderer, they are trying to kill you and its only for protection. They came closer and one by one he started killing them off. 1 zombie... 2 zombies... 15 zombies... This was getting out of hand and Leon slowly started to tire, who knew how long they'd be coming at him. It was getting dark but out of the darkness Leon could see zombies that didn't even look like the zombies. As if they were mutated.

"Bloody Hell, Screw this!" He sheathed his sword back and got onto his bike.
He sped again into the distance and darkness of the night. What if he was the only one? Is there any more humans out there? He began to wonder how he'd have to spend his lonely days. If how he'd die would be from the zombies or old age. He didn't like the thought but he couldn't get them out of his head no matter how hard he tried. He just kept riding necklace dangling and wind rustling his hair. He'd have to stop but where there was no where he knew would be safe. He had supplys so he didn't need to raid the stores, well not at the moment. A few houses passed and he saw at least two that were borded up. That's strange. He thought to himself and stopped the bike and turned the engine off.

Jake quickly went quiet once Marcus shot the...thing. Lilith was kind of glad she'd already thrown up once today, she didn't want to in front of all these people. Jake sniffed at the weird creature and, apparently happy that it was dead he began investigating the other people in the room.
"Are you alright?" Lilith asked Darcy, trusting that Jake wouldn't attack without good reason. She prodded the creature with her sword, half expecting it to move despite Jake's assessment. Marcus was asking the other people questions, but Jake was sitting beside her again so she was pretty sure they were safe. Or at least weren't going to eat them.
"I have some spare clothes in the truck," she added thoughtfully, "But I doubt you'd want to wear any of them." Then she called towards Marcus. "Jake recons their clean, I'm going to grab some more food."

"I am me and this is her," Jin said in response to the foul language and rudeness of the man in the black jacket. It didn't really matter to Jin whether he pissed this guy off or not. Jin didn't really take kindly to authority or bullies. The establishment needed an overhaul anyways. Granted this, he thought looking around, was not what he had in mind.

"You got a plan? Has anyone heard any news about what is happening here or what is being done fix this situation?" Jin's knife was by his side but his grip was tense. People were hard to trust in times like this. This guy seemed high strung and quite paranoid. Dangerous mix when put into stressful situations. Jin's knowledge of such people ended that. He dropped out of the psychology fairly early and changed his major to the Art.

"What does biting have to do with anything?", Jin said with a raised eyebrow looking at Natalie with a shake of the head and a shrug. He popped open the pringles containing and pulled teh seal off and reached in grabbign two chips and eating them at the same time.

He looked at the other people with the man.
'Pink lace,' he thought as the image was seered into his brain. 'Interesting group, but they don't seem particularly reliable,' his thoughts continued.

"At least you have wheels," he said as he offered Natalite some chips. " You going someplace in particular?" he asked as he reached in offering some to the high strung man and his group.

Leo sat on the sofa, not sure whether he wanted to go to sleep or not.
He was tired, yes, but he had so much buzzing around in his head that every time he had closed his eyes, he couldnt relax. Letting out a sigh, Leo thought of everything that had happened today, and he couldnt believe it. How could his life be changed so quickly for the second time? It wasnt fair.
Zombies... He thought to himself, wondering if all those times he had skipped homework playing zombie video games would help him survive for... well, however long it took him to die.
But he didnt have any guns, knives, or bombs.
So the answer was no.
It was a stupid idea anyway. Leo added.
What could he do to fight those things, anyway? He didnt have any weapons, so he couldnt fight, not that he skilled in fighting, so either way that was out of question.
He didnt know how to heal, if he tried he probably make the wound worse.
And so far he was costing James medical supplies.
So he was basically useless.

Leo tried to brainstorm things his Aunt would say to cheer him up, but all he could come up with was her agreeing with him on the fact that he was incapable of doing everything he needed to do.
On the topic of his Aunt, Leo remembered that basically everything he owned was in her house. But the only important things were his clothes, his phone-which Leo regretted leaving behind that morning, bringing it would of saved so much time at the bakery-
His backpack-that he could carry everything in-
And a few old photo's that he wouldnt leave for the zombies to destroy.

Letting out a yawn, Leo felt his eyelids grow heavy.
Tomorrow would be better, he hoped.
Laying down on his side, Leo was careful to rest his hurt arm so he wouldnt wreck it any further, the last thing he wanted was for it to become even more damaged than it already was.
Closing his eyes, Leo began to drift off into sleep.

"Are you alright?" Lilith asked Darcy, as she poked the horrific thing with her sword.

"Yeah, I'm fine . . . thanks." Darcy answered hesitantly and slightly annoyed.

The others haden't even bother to help whilst she was being attacked by this freakin' creature! And Marcus? Marcus had just gone into Solider mode and started questioning the strangers, it seemed he didn't even care there was a half naked women in front of him! Yeah, that was annoying her the most. Besides the slight interest he had shown.

Lilith's dog was showing her more attention as he sniffed around her, she laughed genuinely for the first time since this whole mess started as the dogs slightly cold wet nose prodded her here and there. She ruffled his fur with a hand.

"I have some spare clothes in the truck," Lilith added thoughtfully, "But I doubt you'd want to wear any of them." Then she called towards Marcus. "Jake recons their clean, I'm going to grab some more food."

"As long as they're clean and not covered in Zombie gore, I'll wear anything." Darcy replied taken by the girls generosity, although Lilith clearly disliked her. "But first food sounds like a good idea."

Not caring she was half naked, Darcy grabbed a sandwich and a cool drink from the fridge and sat down on a chair behind the counter. Tired, she contemplated the day so far whilst eating and watching Marcus with interest as he delt with the strangers efficiently. Darcy studied him quietly as she ate. Marcus Foiler . . . The man held a lot of secrets, like that mysterious phone call; his name was only the tip of the iceberg . . . And she liked him . . . really like him . . . This could be a problem.

Her thoughts drifted away not wanting to deal with the enigma that was Marcus Foiler to Josh. He was still out there somewhere and as soon as Marcus found whoever he was looking for then he could help her because she knew he wouldn't let up until then. She just had to bide her time till then. Her brother could take care of himself . . . but for how much longer? Darcy shied away from the scary thought.

Looking across the counter Darcy noticed a small rack with packs of safety pins hanging from it. Perfect she thought as she snagged a pack. If the clothes Lilith had in the truck were as baggy as the one's the girl was wearing now then she'd need these. There was no way Darcy was going to walk around in a shirt that was probably actually made for a man and was XXXL and that looked liked it had eaten her up. Argh!

"At least you have wheels,". She heard the Asian kid say to Marcus as he offered him some food. " You going someplace in particular?"

Interesting . . . But it wouldn't do well for him if he kept antagonising Marcus, she'd had first class experience, remember?

"Look kid, I don't know who you are or where you came from but I didn't invite you to come with us in our 'wheels'." Freelancer studied the knife in his hand and a hundred different scenarios ran through his mind of what the kid could do it attack...each one ending with how Marcus could kill him. "Look if your useful I may let you come with us. I'm looking for somebody, a man named James Hill. You guys know him?" Freelancer asked as he saw a pack of Twinkies on a rack and grabbed them, then put them in his pocket. Before either of the two could answer Freelancer once again spoke directly to the Asian, he could tell he was Korean by his eye orientation and other small facial features. You spend enough time fighting shadow wars with China, North Korea, Vietnam and the rest of those Asian countries you got good at telling them apart. "Now put that knife down before you poke your eye out...Koreans with weapons make me nervous"

"Any lower and it would be on the ground, so no way. You are going to have to deal with it soldier man." Jin left the blade by his side still not relaxing his grip. The racist remark hung in Jin's mind. If the man was in fact was military, which was quite likely, Jin didn't stand on the same footing with this man. Not in any combat situation anyways.

Having a man like this was a double-edged sword. He showed little interest in the survivors around him. He would probably leave them behind he he.deemed it illogical. That was one reason Jin disliked government flunkies. They were just fucking cold robots.

"I didn't say I would go with you. I asked if you heard what's going on?"

This kid liked to play hard ball didn't he? Freelancer didn't like it, he was going to be a problem. It was obvious he wasn't going to give him what he wanted willingly so he turned to the red head and the other women beside her "How about you ladies? You know a James Hill?" completely ignoring the Asian.

"Who cares what the fuck is going on!? Can't you see with your own damn eyes, we're surrounded by freaking Zombies! All you need to worry about is getting the hell out of here." Darcy stated over the counter, annoyed at the kids defiance. She didn't have time for this bullshit. Josh didn't have time. "And this guy is probably you best option, so why don't you do as he says and put the knife down before he kicks your ass."

"Three. There are three of us," Natalie out to the rude man in black. "You know, that number that comes after two."
Though she supposed he could have been distracted by the infected, where had it come from? Buried under the pile left by the red-head probably. Or perhaps he was more distracted by the bruenette waltzing around in her lace underwear.
She munched on the pringles from Jin, not her favourite flavour but by this stage she wasn't about to complain. she had food in her bag but they were travel supplies, she'd grab a snadwich like Miss Shirtless in a moment. Meanwhile she had to adress this dude was such a racist arrogant jerk.
"Listen GI Joe, everyone here is fighting for their survival so we're not goin to put down our weapons just because your feeling insecure. Red over here had a shotgun for crying out loud. And both she and I have wheels of our own so not everyone's relying on your 'generosity'. And I don't know anyone in town. I only rolled in a couple of days ago. With any luck I'll be rolling out again soon."

Darcy smirks at the girls front and asked sarcastically, "You mean that piece of crap outside?" Referring to the girls car. She was surprised that thing hadn't fallen apart yet.

Natalie laughed, "Oh honey, it's like you think you're actually insulting me. It's my second car, bought on a fickin' student's salary. It runs, has aircon, and radio. It's only meant to get me from one side of the country to the other before I sell it again and fly home."
This bitch was hilarious, probably some pampered princess living on daddy's money. Natalie grabbed a sandwhich and hopped up onto the store counter to eat it, crossing her legs and placing the crowbar less than discretely next to her. She grinned like a cat with cream and raised her eyebrows challengingly at Sassy and Soldier.

Freelancer looked out the door and saw that a few zombies had crawled out from the woodwork and began wandering around the vehicles There were bound to be more of them soon, he had to make a decision now "Look I don't need you people I'm looking for somebody and your holding me up. Stay here or come with us I don't give a shit." Freelancer walked towards the door "Anybody who wants to live feel free to tag along." He looked at each survivor with cold emotionless eyes "Otherwise you can go off on your own and end up dead. And that I can guarantee you." He looked to Darcy, she was a beautiful women "I do hope some of you are smart enough to come with me." he gave one last look at Lilith and opened the door "Don't take too long, I don't have all day." he said before drawing his silenced pistol to take care of the infected that had stumbled into the street. Live or die it didn't matter what happened to them as long as Ghostfather was secure...well at least by the government standards, He thought of Lilith and Darcy. But maybe not his. Not anymore.

What was with all these self helping chicks, like they were the only ones that worked hard. She'd worked hard. Yeah. Just because she had money didn't mean she wasn't capable or hard labor, she was doing it right know.

Darcy looked up at the girl with a raised brow without commenting and then headed out the door right behind Marcus. It wasn't even a choice Darcy had to think about, she didn't care about anyone else.

Leon saw a distant glow at a gas station not that he needed to go there or anything but it looked like there were people. He didn't want to run straight up to them because they seemed to be arguing. He got back on his bike and wheeled a little closer and hid behind the buildings. Just creeping forward a tiny bit just to hear the conversations. His vision could clearly see now and it was fixed on a women in a .. bra? Leon rubbed his eyes making sure his vision didn't change. Yep, it was true the woman was in a bra. Wearing no shirt in a zombie apocolypse, did this woman know? Must be a crazy woman but by the looks of it seemed she was rich. All the times his mum took him along to bra shopping it was the worst but he did bother look at other girls in the store. They weren't in the lingerie but only certain women bought this kind of lingerie. He chuckled nervously at his thoughts and then moved on to the next person judging each one differently. They all seemed like different people, Leon realised how judgemental he was but they wouldn't know. He was all the way over here and there were over there.

He suddenly smelled a horrible smell, it just got gruesome. He was just about to creep closer when he felt a firm grip grab his shoulder he turned around and saw the yellow-eyed demon with its flesh hanging off of it. Leon would've made a gagging sound if he didn't scream in terror quickly retrieving his sword and sling the zombie straight down the middle. He kicked it in anger and stabbed its head making sure it was dead. He turned around and hid behind the wall again. Did they hear him? Did they see him?

"Shit, shit, shit! Good one Leon!" he muttered.

Jin sighed at the chaos unfurling. The girls were arguing and insulting each other.

"Why exactly are labeling them zombies? Is that why you are worried about bites government robot?" He asked but before getting an answer he heard something outside he maneuvered around the people and stepped out. He saw all the noise they were making in this quiet town was drawing more of these things.

"Anyone there?" he said loudly knowing it would attract attention but it might also get someone's attention. "We are at the gas station on Neyshire Ave." hollered. It was then that he looked at the robot again.

"Did you check the yellow pages for his house? Or google him if the internet is still working. Facebook?" He smirked as he added the last one"

"Anyone there" Darcy heard the Asian guy shout after she'd left with Marcus, as if they weren't attracting enough attention. "We are at the gas station on Neyshire Ave." he hollered.

Asshole.

She stopped a few yards behind Marcus, which was perfectly fine for her as she put on her tinted Gucci aviators and watched him take out half a dozen of those freaks of nature without so much as batting an eyelid.

Freelancer ignored the stupid kid and put a silent bullet into each of the zombies. He was going to kill this kid, he swore it "You ever been shot in the stomach before?" he asked the kid "Because if you don't shut your mouth you're gonna feel what that's like." He then looked back to where the sound had come from and observed the bike. Shit, another survivor? What was he? Did he have, 'Loving home for lost survivors' written on his head?

"I know you're there! Just come out before I have to come over there and drag you out!" Marcus shouted at the top of his voice. If he was lucky it would be James and he could get the hell out of the place.

"I know you're there! Just come out before I have to come over there and drag you out!" Marcus shouted at the top of his voice.

Darcy looked in the direction that Marcus was shouting at. She could clearly see he wasn't over joyed by the discovery.

Well what do you know?. Thought Darcy equally as displeased as Marcus. Another bloody one. And she still didn't have a top on, good thing it was boiling out here.

Jin looked at soldier boy and his smitten female pet. They really were made for each other.

"Tell me robot, what the difference is between you shouting and me shouting " he said with a grin. They seemed so single minded that they didn't hear his suggestions involving the internet or yellow pages.

Jin was worried for those that rallied around this man. The smitten girl seemed to be clinging to him possibly because of fear which turned into attraction.

'Luckily Natalie seems to be more self reliant.' He thought. He made a note to tell her his concerns to her. His nature to help had caused him to consider joining the group to make sure the robot didn't leave anyone behind.

Leon looked from the shadows, they all looked unpleased at the sound he had made. Why in the blue hell did he have to scream? He stared at the dead body. This is all your fault

"I know you're there! Just come out before I have to come over there and drag you out!" said a man
"Oh, I knew it.. know I have to." Leon muttered.

He poked his head into the light, his eyes sparkling. His hand waving, he hesitated before coming out. He thought to put his hands out and looked at all the people staring at him. He put his hand on his duffel bag bringing out his crossbow just incase. His hand was at the ready incase someone thought to pull out a gun on him.

"Uhh... hi."
He said awkwardly at all the eyes meeting with his. So much pressure, it was obvious that they were all pretty angry and were arguing. He would've just made the situation worse and they would only want him if he had use to them. Ecspecially to the dude that was straight and military-like. His father had been a soldier, he would've survived this whole thing ... if he didn't turn. He knew they weren't ready to welcome him in with open arms but someone was better than no one and they were actual people. He felt safer with them even if they didn't want him here...

Come on just lift your arm and kill him...you can do it...kill him. Freelancer could kill everyone here just for seeing him, and this kid deserved it. He began to raise his weapon to the kid. It could be done...then he stopped himself before it was pointed at the kid...but it didn't have too. If he killed this kid he risked losing his guide to Ghostfather, Lilith. Plus, he thought of Darcy, there was her. Why did he care so much about her? He just killed his sexual partner of more then six months in cold blood and here he was worrying about losing a women he just met.

"Because I don't sound like a pussy while doing it. Plus with those squinty eyes of yours do you even realize what your yelling at?"

Just then the new burden came from the shadows waiving

"Uh..Hi" hmm a Brit huh? and his hand in a duffel bag

"Just so you know, you draw you die." Freelancer said without even raising his pistol then like he hadn't just threatened his life said "So who is this now that comes to spread joy to me?" he asked the newcomer.

James awoke a couple times throughout the next few hours, shifting and turning on his bed. It was hard to sleep; he had a kid in the other room, zombies outside, and no idea what to do next. James had some ideas, but he would keep them in his head, for now. It was important to wait till morning, when the zombies were not as active. It was a longshot, but it had to be done. He told Leo that they would go check out his aunt's place, if she was alive he would reunite them, and possibly let them go, or join in with him.

Times were about to get hard, people needed to stick together. If this disease really did infect the country then no place would be safe. Only if a large group or community were all somehow immune, like how James and Leo were, then they would be able to find safety. But did such a place exist? Probably not. If anything most of the population would be dead and turned into monsters, the others would die from starvation, insanity, accident, sickness, zombie attack, or even worse: murder.

The thought came to James, people these days did not trust, they were selfish, and did not care about others. If someone felt endangered by others what would be stopping them from killing the living. No one would enforce the laws, were there any laws still? Yes. Just because the people who make laws and the people who enforce them are dead doesn't mean the laws are gone.

To what lengths would James go? He would steal from stores, homes, and the dead. James thought about this. He decided he would not harm anyone, not hurt, and definitely not kill. No, it was wrong. James had so many thoughts, but he fell asleep before he could continue.