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William Walker [84] "Ello, Mate."
Viola Marius [79] I have deiced that I'm half mental. Probably a good thing.
Rowan "Boston" Alder [32] The road out is never the road home when you've seen what I have.
Charlie Redmond [30] "I thought I was already as outside as it got."
Tech [25] "Savouring the world"
Torex [22] "May I assist you?"
October Sinnet [6] Every pretentious book starts with a quote from another pretentious book.
Maddie Salom [4] Just make sure that you are a few feet away from me.

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William finished the tour by showing Viola the attic.
"...This was my favorite room when I was a child. I loved to sit up here, and draw, and when it rained, oh how I adored the sound of the small pitter patter on the roof, you can even hear it now..."
She paused for a second or two to introduce her to the sound of the rain clinking against the roof.
"Agh, sorry I'm talking so much, I just haven't had a real conversation in years..."
Willie sighed. She grabbed the notebook she was drawing in before hand, and handed it to Viola.
"This is how I imagine the Dome."
She sighed, taking a sip from the water. It was already flipped to the right page.
"Phoney blue skies, the perfect temp, no money..."
William trailed off.

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Viola looked at the notebook. "Wow these are cool! I did some sketches of people I've seen in the outside," Viola said, and handed it to her.

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"Thank you,"
William smiled, taking the sketches. She looked through them, and smirked,
"These are pretty nice, too, mate. I have some more notebooks in my room, if you're interested. I'll go get them, but first, do you want any chips?"
She bends down, and grabs the bag of sour cream and onion chips that she had brought up earlier. William hadn't got to even open the bag yet, and wasn't going to anytime soon, so she figured she'd ask if she wanted any. She offers the bag to Viola, with a soft smile.

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The catacombs had been twisting and branching in many directions; visible light had ended a fair while back. "Do you even know where we're going? I'm sure this isn't the way back," Boston questioned reaching out with his left arm to tunnels wall. (THAT doesn't feel like a wall...)

"I call that one tasty," Tech said jovially as Boston withdrew his hand from wall.

"It's a skeleton, isn't it?" Boston dryly replied. Tech nodded, unphased. Boston could see Tech was far more interested in the divergence ahead. Tech's mind was busy contemplating which road led where and Boston could see he had an idea of where he wanted to go, he was just struggling. "You know this safe spot can wait, I hardly doubt we'll run into anyone down here, understand?" Boston reasoned slowing his pace but Tech shook his head.

"No it's not far, I'm pretty sure," Tech assured, disappearing left.

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(Sorry about the wrong spelling, my computer has about autocorrect)

Viola usually would have grabbed the bag, and devoured the chips in an instant. But William was giving her shelter, and food. Viola decided to eat, but only a little. "Thanks. I'd love to see your other notebooks," Viola said.

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"I'll go get them,"
William announced. She lifted open the floor door, and leaped down to the floor. She marched down the corridor to her old bedroom, and opened her 'journal drawer', and grabbed a handful of notebooks.
Suddenly, she dropped them all, and starred at one in particular. She knew they were going to trigger memories, but not ones this deep...

"I'm sorry, your not permitted to enter."
"What? I'm in great shape! You're about to get what's coming to ya, mate!"
William shouted.
"Don't worry, we'll send you money so you may enter, soon!"
Her Father shouted.
"NOOOO--"


William shook her head, and pushed away the memory.
"Too many painful memories."
She picked the notebooks back up. I should probably head back up... She thought, walking out of the room.
"Hmmm"
She murmured, now realizing it was going to be hard to get the notebooks up without any free hands. Willie lifted up the floor door, and tossed the books in blindly, hoping she wouldn't hit Viola.

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Viola caught one of the notebooks as they toppled in.
More hit the ground beside her. She curiously opened one of the notebooks.
The illustration was beautiful, there was a number of shops, a road paved with bricks, everyone wondered down the streets, smiling and laughing. They all wore fresh, wonderful clothes that had vibrant colors.
Viola put down the book and reached for another small handful of chips.
"That's a of notebooks you got there," Viola commented as William climbed up and stood up.

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"I've got tons more, mate."
William smiled. She sat down next to Viola.
"Been making these all my life, all the way down to when I learned how to draw, draw good, that is."
She surfed around in the pile of notebooks.
"Aha, here it is."
She hands the notebook to Viola. It was filled with amateur drawings of the most confusing things, but really, all of the drawings held a memory, or a secret, etc. Everything had a meaning.
"My first one,"
William announced. It was a drawing of a willow tree, with a girl leaning against it. The girl was her. It was about a dream William had.

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"That's pretty good for one of your first drawings," Viola observed it and stared at it for a moment.
"I usually draw from things I've seen, and what I thought was interesting. I also drew old memories, or where I wish to be,"
Viola picked up another notebook.
"I like this picture," Viola said, pointing to a picture of a small girl staring at a sunset, and two older boys hanging out in a tall oak tree. A pair of parents were enjoying a picnic and smiling.
"I'm guessing the girl is you, the boys your brothers and the couple your parents years back. It's a really good picture,"
Viola smiled at William.
"What was your family like before, well you know, the outbreak?"

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"Well, It's simple, mate. My brothers, annoying as heck, my parents, well... It's hard to define them. My Dad is more, of a know it all, professional, non-family orientated man. My Mom? Well..She always tried to be nice to me, but I don't think she truly cared. I've always been the kind of person who avoided all contact, and adored bein' alone. This is actually one of the first time's I've talked to someone openly, without punching them, or givin' them a dirty look."
William answered, looking at the notebook drawing that Viola held.
"And, thank you, by the way."
William took another sip of the bottled water.

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"Eh. I'm not used to talking to people either. During this outbreak, I've stayed on rooftops, old gas stations and an abandoned carnival, where no one is, just so I wouldn't make contact with anyone. My family died before anyone even knew what was going on," Viola sighed. "I'm probably half-mental by now," Viola grabbed another handful of chips.
She changed the subject.
"Thanks for letting me be here. I wouldn't want to walk to the country in this rain,"

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"No you're not. And your welcome, mate."
William replied. She then chuckled,
"I just walked the streets, and hoped to find a place that wasn't affected. At the shoe store, I saw my family's car in the parking lot, and remembered this place. I'm amazed it wasn't raided. Well, not really. Not most dare go near the Walker mansion."

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"If you knew what went on in my head, you wouldn't say that. Either way, it's probably a good thing that they don't. In my opinion, you have to stay where there are supplies, but a place where most people try not to raid it. And's it's nearly impossible to do so, but you seem to have managed to," Suddenly, a loud sound echoed through the mansion.
"What was that?" Viola asked.

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The catacombs were almost completely silent, the only noises being drips of water and the almost silent squishes of Charlie's wet shoes. The catacombs were a bit wet, Charlie guessing it had finally decided to rain above.

Charlie's flashlight did it's best to illuminate the path in front of him, but Charlie wasn't sure he even wanted to see it. Bones and skulls decorated the tunnels like it was Christmas. Some of the bones were full skeletons, expressions of horror on their decayed faces. Some of the skeletons even still had some skin on them, obviously having been dead for not too long. After his experience in the shoe stores, he almost expected one to reach out and grab him. This is why his Exact-O-Knife was so tightly gripped in his left hand, his flashlight in his right.

All of a sudden, a noise came from down the tunnel. Charlie stopped in his tracks, going completely silent. He quickly realized they were voices. He quickly shut off his flashlight and shuffled into a corner, his whole body beginning to shake in terror. The voices seemed to get louder. They were coming towards him.

"It's a skeleton, isn't it?" he heard, his heart almost skipping a beat. The voice continued. "You know this safe spot can wait, I hardly doubt we'll run into anyone down here, understand?" He wished that was true.

A voice replied, but Charlie wasn't paying attention anymore. He was racking his brain, trying to imagine what to do. He figured he would wait until they passed, hoping they didn't have a flashlight to spot him with, and he would continue the other way once they had gone by. Charlie figured it was the best plan, but he couldn't control his shaky hands, making the batteries in the flashlight shake, causing a very subtle chattering noise. He needed to put it in his pack, for if he was heard who knew how many times over he would be dead. He, slowly began to stuff his flashlight in a side pocket in the bag, but his grip loosened and the flashlight slipped from his hand.

Thump.

Charlie closed his eyes. Darn it, he thought.

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"GET OUT OF HERE!"
Screeched William.
"Why don't we stay in here, eh mate?"
She smiles nervously, and stands up, heading over to where the floor door was. She picks up her rifle from earlier, and sits back down, next to Viola.
"If they come in, I'll shoot, and I expect you to help?"
William whispered, aiming her gun right above the entrance to the Attic.

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"I will," Viola replied.
She pulled out her knife and held it tight. She placed the revolver on her lap. She was probably just going to use the knife. The revolver was more of a William ran out of bullets, and she couldn't reach her knife kind of thing, really.
She stared at the door, making sure it didn't even start to open.

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[[OCC: Use the posts on Rowan as a compainion to this post]]
My ribs stung. Is this what it feels like to be run over? What happ- ah dinner was playing hard to get. I looked around and the sight probably should've surprised me or atleast stirred some kind of emotion. My stomach rumbled. He didn't come out too far worse, I noted seeing what was supposed to be my next meal bleeding in a pile.

It didn't take much time to realise what I was going to do and easily started to grab stuff off the bodies not completely aware of the process. It seemed to jostle dinner when I poured the contents of the tin on him. "Wasn't the plan NOT to wake me again?", he complained, clutching his wound.

That was, I briefly thought, but now it wasn't "Now now, lets not jump the gun," I stumbled, "I'm not really a fighter, you may have noticed. I need you now as much as you need me". Shaking again, still so strange. I unwrapped a cloth that I was wearing and attempted to wrap it around dinner.

"I'm not you're boyfriend, I can dress my wounds myself," he exclaimed flicking my fingers away. "I won't be easy to eat on my feet, so if you're trying to save me for later I'd think of something else", he muttered, after lashing the cloth roughly around his waist. "And which unfortunate did you eat and "acquire" this off?", indicating to his new dress wound which was now quite firmly in place.

I wasn't really listening to the suvivor. one job done, next and more importantly. Hello my chubby friend. "Are you...?", the suvivor began as I sat next to biscuit and lowering my scarf and biting into Biscuits arm. Be the shame of armies to let you waste. Blood trickled down my cheeks. Think I'll keep you, 'buddy'. My hands gingerly portioning my once comrade into edible sizes for later.

Finshing unburdening the rest of the deceased crew I absently started towards the survivor, "You're not in mountain. No, we're beneath some town... catacombs, that's what they call them". I think we can make it to her. I paused

"Well if you're done looting, parts and otherwise, we'll part ways", the suvivor stated.

He's planning to leave me! This may take some work. "You can't...That is, please don't leave me", I pleaded, "I was in a bad place with those guys but I can be better." I lifted my green glasses up revealing a blue and a green eye. "I'm useful too, they don't call me Tech for grins, it's not a funny name", I explained as I involentarily shook, Twitching, think that it's my body responding because I don't feel like panicking.

"Look, understand I'm not your babysitter," The suvivor began already agreeing, "You try killing anyone who isn't killing us - you and I will have problems.. Yes your bandit friends are fine to eat." he shook his head. We continued past the cart and along the catacomb, that strange saw strapped to Bostons? he talked alot back, and he began to hum a bizzare song as we walked, descending past the flickering orange and yellow gas lights into darkness.



The catacombs had been twisting and branching in many directions; visible light had ended a fair while back but I knew where we where, I won't forget again. "Do you even know where we're going? I'm sure this isn't the way back," Boston questioned reaching out with his left arm to tunnels wall.

"I call that one tasty," I said jovially as Boston withdrew his hand from wall. It's nice to see friends getting along.

"It's a skeleton, isn't it?" Boston dryly replied. I nodded, unphased. We had reach the fork, Left is a good option, Right almost equally so, it depends but I really think its time to do that. I ramble even in my head sometimes. "You know this safe spot can wait, I hardly doubt we'll run into anyone down here, understand?" Boston was mumbling to himself again and slowing his pace. Can't get good help these days.

"No it's not far, I'm pretty sure," Tech assured, disappearing left. The lair had more salt, I'll need more.



Turning the corner I stopped. This isn't the way I reassessed my thoughts but came up empty, what had gone wrong? Insted of being on track for the lair, ahead was that beauty of a buggy, abanonded and in disrepair. Strange. Still this would've been my second choice. I had been saving pieces up for a while now and jerked up to Johnny, the skeleton wearing a pack. Thanks for the a-ssist. Huh, Boston was gone. A frown almost crossed my face but I continued onto the dirlect buggy, dragging Johnny behind leaving a small cloud of dust trailing behind. It's play time. I unzipped the bag dropping much of the supplies on the floor and started working, Johnny was smiling.

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Thump.

Definitely not rats Boston summarized as options raced through his head. I could yell out to Tech but there's no guarantee Tech would hear or side with me, no telling how many of his "pals" remained. Besides... that'd expose my position. Boston pressed to the wall, annoyed with his loosely aligned companion. Slowly Boston raised his hand over his shoulder stirring Beethoven from its sleep.

The problem that plagued Boston was direction, ahead or behind? Tech was liable to be more a hindrance than help, though Boston half mused the idea of using him as bait. To bad he's ghosted on me. Boston lowered himself Beethoven still to hand, the buzz axe hadn't much action of late. With his left hand he felt the floor beneath, stopping when they met a smallish stone. Throwing the stone low towards Tech Boston stepped quietly closer to the source of the disturbance; adrenaline alerting his senses.

Boston stopped. Laboured breathing? The situation wasn't adding up in Bostons mind, and a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. Bandits don't stalk and when they chance upon strangers, they attack, not withdraw... Boston lowered his weapon, loosening his grip on the wound fabric handle. "Hey! Not foe," Boston cleared raising himself up, "Not a Bandit."

What are you doing!? Boston thought to himself. The soldier in him hated his decision but it resigned, Boston never was a good solider.

Stillness ensued followed by retreating movement. Boston lent back against the the wall. "It's over," he sighed repelling himself from the wall when he realized he'd been leaning against "Tasty" again. Boston shivered and rotated towards the tunnel Tech had disappeared down, "Creepy cannibals, speaking of..." Now where'd Tech g... Boston's mind cut off when felt something sharp against his back. It was too late. His hand clenched around Beethoven's pommel but it was still lowered to his side, it was no use.

It was no use.

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"Hey! Not foe," one called, probably to the others. He felt relief that they had probably figured he wasn't going to attack. "Not a Bandit." Charlie didn't speak, not even knowing what to do. He was to terrified. "Creepy cannibals, speaking of..."

Charlie felt worse. Cannibals? He was in tunnels with cannibals? He could feel his grip on the Exact-O-Knife tighten. He was in catacombs with Loonies who ate other people. That stupid old man, sending him here, promising it would save him. That man really had sent him to his death. He decided he had to act or else he'd be just like the skeletons, left to die, possibly eaten alive. He slowly and silently pulled off his shoes, their squishing noise in the wet of the catacombs too loud. He silently walked through the tunnel, a small figure with his back turned to him catching his eye. This was his time to act, if any. He crept up, and stuck the Exact-O-Knife to the figure's back. He didn't dare touch whoever it was, fearing they could have... it... But what was he planning to do? Hurt him? Charlie knew he didn't have the guts to do that. But, he had tipped over a shelf on a man, crushing him. Maybe he was underestimating himself.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice quivering, obviously sounding scared. "What are you doing down here- are you alone?"

Charlie pushed the knife closer to his back, the tip of it coming as close as it could get to pressing into the man's skin. If it had been lighter, the guy would have noticed the knife was small and puny, not capable of doing any real damage, but in the dark he hoped it was deceiving. Either way, he was probably dead unless he hit him upside the head with his flashlight, which he had left on the ground. Yep... he was in a very sticky situation.

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Gulp.

"Easy," Boston exclaimed, dropping Beethoven and raising his arms, "I'm Boston." There really wasn't a reason why he was down here, except of course to be a meal. "Now lets think about this..." Boston began but he was interrupted by a clash of light and bursting glass; exploiting the momentary confusion Boston leapt forward impulsively rolling sideways after he hit the floor. Boston started laughing.

"A pen knife!" A tear rolled down Bostons cheek, "I was almost diced by a safety knife?!" The stranger looked paralyzed at first but a smirk soon grew across his face and he chuckled. Boston sat smattered in dirt, hunched and smiling. He held himself with an arm wrapped around his stomach, his stunt had caused his wound to reopen in part but he did have more pressing matters.

It looked as though in this part of the tunnel old electrics were in place, though damp had set in and the complete circuit had blown. The pieces of wire left shot out low light infrequently and Boston saw his would-be assassin for the first time. Bold Boston thought, attacking with a bluff. But the true surprise was that the assailant wasn't a man, just a gaunt boy... whose longish brown waves stuck against his face. Boston was surprised to say the least, Was he in a haz-mat suit?

"You deserve to know I'm not alone" Boston confided, "Though he's a passage or so away." Boston didn't know what would happen if Tech was introduced. Tech wasn't the outward aggressor but he did seem the opportunist and that was what plagued Boston. "He's not the "normal" type, just to warn you."

Boston no longer felt in immanent danger, "So tell me about yourself kid, what's your name? And how on earth did you get in these godforsaken tunnels?"

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William frowned. Two people trying to get in was enough. She was going to end this. No one would dare enter...
"I'll be right back, mate."
She whispers. Then again, you never knew if it was a person or not. She clung to her rifle, and silently jumped down to the lower floor. She didn't hear a sound, but she wasn't extremely sure. Quietly, she crept towards the staircase. Still nothing.
"Well, thank god I believe that was a false alarm..."
She whispers to herself.
Walking towards the staircase, William was much less tense. She then tripped...
"HOLLY--"
Thumpty-Thump-Thump.
"Ouch.."

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Viola stayed right where she was. She heard another loud sound.
As long as she didn't hear a yell, or a scream, she would stay right where she was. It was obvious William could take care of her self.

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"Easy, I'm Boston. Now lets think about this..."the man said, right before an explosion of light filled the tunnels. Charlie held his arm up, the sudden illumination momentary blinding him. The man rolled away, and Charlie knew he should probably panic, but he was discombobulated. It took until his eyes were adjusted for him to realize the man was facing him now, laughing. Why was he laughing?! Charlie was almost angry, more terrified, but he understood once the man spoke. "A pen knife! I was almost diced by a safety knife?!" He stood, frozen, but finally smirked. Maybe he really should have gone with the fork.

Charlie finally got to look at the man he attacked, and the man seemed to be observing him too. This guy was tall and muscular. Charlie liked it better in the dark when he hadn't seen how small that Charlie was compared to him. He liked it better when he could have been the bigger person.

"You deserve to know I'm not alone, though he's a passage or so away. He's not the 'normal' type, just to warn you." Charlie nodded, although he was still quite afraid. The guy, Boston's, companion was what he assumed was the cannibal. Lovely. "So tell me about yourself, kid, what's your name? And how on earth did you get in these godforsaken tunnels?" Charlie cleared his throat, although he didn't feel quite safe around the man.

"I'm Charlie," he said, not adding anything else, ignoring the man's other question. He didn't feel like talking about the old man who had instructed him to find the catacombs. He realized he still had his knife gripped in his hand. On another occasion, he would have put it back in his pack, but he kept it in his hand. "So how do I know you and your buddy aren't gonna eat me or something like that?" he said, deciding now to let the man know he had heard the part about cannibals.

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William chuckles silently to herself, and got up.
"Stupid stairs."
She sighs quietly, and walks around the house, checking for any intruders.
"Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, something."
She spies something in the living room.
"What the--?"
William wonders over to telephone wire, which had been chewed apart. She then shrugged, figuring it may be a rat of some sort.
She walks back up the stairs, and to the attic. She then looks at Viola with a reliving smile.
"False alarm..."
She then makes a small whisper,
"I think."

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The boy responded "I'm Charlie," but left the questions hanging. Defiant eyes locked Bostons, "So how do I know you and your buddy aren't gonna eat me or something like that?" Though the words came out shaky.

"Astute, I have to say," Boston tilted his head, "Not much slips past you." Boston hadn't made any inclination he was about to move and he hadn't even glanced towards Beethoven, who had been abandoned a foot or so from Charlie's feet. "These catacombs are a bandits nest from what I can figure," Boston explained thinking it through, "I was captured... some time recently, but I fought." He looked down at his stomach, the bleeding had slowed. "I wasn't fast enough apparently," Boston breathed.

Don't, not there, that's "tasty". Boston saw the kid lean back against the wall. The kid must have noticed Bostons expression because he turned, saw and shot away stumbling. "The bandits were... are cannibals, I didn't actually mange to kill them all - one survived when I succumbed to my wounds." It was quite a lot to re-tell Boston sat thinking but he did need to make this kid feel at comfortable enough to at least break off his love affair with the toy weapon.

Charlie pulled himself up, sitting a fair distance from Boston and still clasping the flimsy Exact-O-Knife. "Do you always go into a fight with THAT equipped?" Boston questioned sarcastically, "It's better than nothing I'll grant you but you must have stumbled across a variety of different weapons enroute? Ones that could actually DO damage."

"Anyway..." Boston moved on, "This one bandit - who is the cannibal I mentioned when you were ease dropping by the way - chose to aid me instead of exacting his revenge; I can't say why but something tells me this guy cares more about his next meal than camaraderie." Boston let the words sink in. He clicked his neck. "He's called Tech. He'd probably want to eat you, but then he thought I was dinner to begin with too... in fact I'm sure that hasn't changed." There was a lot said there and so Boston gave Charlie a minute to process.

I'll have to credit him on his reluctance to trust, it goes along way when surviving

Boston leant forward and pushed against his knees, propping himself up, "I don't think Tech should be left to his own devises for too long in any case, it's been long enough as it is," Boston resigned but then his eyebrow lifted, "Wanna meet a cannibal?"