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Tristan Mackenzie

"What's life without a little risk?"

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a character in “UNDEAD ISLAND”, as played by AvalonKnight

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"We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us."



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F u l l n a m e ~ Tristan Charlotte MackenzieN i c k n a m e ~ Mack

B i r t h d a y ~ December 17A g e ~ Twenty Two

N a t i o n a l i t y ~ Canadian - German - ScottishR o l e ~Immune Guest

S e x u a l i t y ~ HeterosexualH o m e T o w n ~Dawson, Yukon




" It's more like an absence of sound, almost like nature's holding its breath. Like those corny lines in movies where the hero says, "It's quiet, too quiet. ”




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H e i g h t ~ 5'8"W e i g h t ~ 132lbs

B u i l d ~ Lean - Curvy - TallS k i n t o n e ~ Light Tan

Hair ~ Dirty BlondeEyes ~ Light Blue

S c a r s ? T a t t o o s ?~ x, x, xC l o t h i n g ~Early on in the RP, Later on, Diving, Climbing




" What's wrong with a little adventure? ”




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Q u i r k s & H a b i t s ~ Fidgets when nervous, Voice squeaks when lying, Hates being to hot

S k i l l s ~ Having traveled many places in her life, from Mexico to Russia, looking for new adventures she has gained knowledge and skill of new experiences.
- Photography
- All skills in diving
- All skills in climbing
- Hunting (guns, weapons, tracking, etc)
- Camping (surviving skills)
- Knows how to fly a small plane & drive all recreational vehicles
- Kick boxing skills
- Cooking
- Endurance
- Minor Engineer knowledge & experience
- Minor first aid knowledge


F e a r s & W e a k n e s s e s ~
~ Drowning
~ Burning alive
~ Family dying
~ Spiders


E q u i p m e n t ~
~ In her room {Diving gear, climbing gear, clothes, camping supplies, laptop, books}
~ On person {Weapon, backpack with a few granola bars, water bottle, phone, wallet and keycard}


V e h i c l e ~ Truck - Later on

W e a p o n ~ Climbing Pick, Pocket knife {More Later On...}




“ What I learned from my travels is the eternal lesson of good
people going bad when shit hits the fan. ”



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P e r s o n a l i t y ~ Tristan is a thrill seeker. Adventurous since her youth, Tristan has always sought out danger and adventure, exploring the highest and lowest parts of the world. She's a very intelligent woman with a wild spirit and a loyal heart. She's quick on her feet as well with her mind, being a quick thinker in tough situations. Everyone Tristan has ever met always considered her personality as that of a leader, strong and courageous she never backs down from a challenge. She can be very stubborn at times especially when she truly believe something will work or is right. She's also got a hot temper and if you get her enraged she will fight. She's also very protective of the people she cares about.

S a n i t y ~ Sane but risky. She's a daredevil.

L i k e s
Taking risks.
Family.
Dogs.
Climbing
Diving
Hunting
Mint chip ice cream
Being outdoors
D i s l i k e s
Mushrooms
Spiders
Truckers
Alcohol
Unplanned events
Drugs & cigarettes
Jazz music
Over populated places




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H i s t o r y ~ Tristan is the daughter of Lincoln and Sarah Mackenzie and little sister of Finn Mackenzie. She has always been an adventurous soul, going places not even some adults would venture. Her mother hated that part of her, discouraging it but her father was there for support. Tristan has always been a daddy's girl so when he got into a car accident with a trucker Tristan was heart broken. There was a period in a life where she was severely depressed and her mother's drinking didn't help. After the death of her husband Sarah got into alot of bad things, barely ever there for her children. It was when Tristan was 14 that her mother was put in jail for attempt of murder, that Tristan and Finn were sent to live with their grandparents. It was Tristan's grandma, Vivian, who had helped Tristan out of her depression. When Finn turned 18 he took Tristan under his care and they lived together in an apartment until Tristan turned 18. She left the small, cold town of Dawson and headed to Calgary for college. She went into an engineering class but dropped out a year later to live her dream of traveling and photography. Two years later she was hired by Discovery to take photo's for their magazine.

E x t r a s ~ .....Later on......

So begins...

Tristan Mackenzie's Story

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A groan slipped from her lips as Tristan slowly opened her eyes, the blue orbs taking in their blurred surroundings. Slowly she stood, sweat coating her skin, making her itch at the disgusting feeling. She lazily made her way to the bathroom, the bright fluorescent lights making her head pound and her eyes burn. Squinting at her reflect Tristan noted that besides her sweat drenched appearance everything else seemed out, her eyes weren't even bloodshot.

"Jeez I feel like crap" she mumbled to herself, voice still thick with sleep. The fact that she had no idea why she felt like crap was concerning since the only thing she drank last night was water and that drink the host gave everyone. She knew she wasn't hung over or sick and that concerned her even more. Was she slipped something during the night?

Groaning Tristan stripped and turned on the shower, hopping in before the water could warm up. Chills raked over her body but the cold made her feel better and more awake. She showered quickly then dressed in her sporting gear and got ready for the day before grabbing her backpack and bag of climbing gear then headed out of her room. The hallway was quiet and bare, Tristan glanced down at her watch to see it was 10:47am. Everyone here is on holidays so they must have decided to sleep in. With those thoughts she walked over to the stairs, only being on the third floor and she wanted to get energized before her climb today. While passing a door a sharp snarl followed by a 'thump' made Tristan jump in surprise. Her heart thudded in her chest as she tried to calm herself, the sudden noise had startled her since the hallway had been silent. She ignored the thudding that came from behind the door and reached the stairs, jogging down them. Once she reached the lobby Tristan paused.

Its way to fucking quiet. There was no one around what so ever, not even at the front desk. "Hello?" she called out yet got no response. Cautiously she went to the front doors, opening them wide, taking in her surroundings. It was far to still.

A shriek came from her left and Tristan looked just in time to see a bloodied woman latch onto Tristan's arm with her teeth. A scream slipped from Tristan's lips before she punched the woman in the nose, the act making the woman release her. A chunk of Tristan's skin hung from the woman's bloody mouth and Tristan resisted the urge to vomit at the woman's appearance. Her skin was a yellowish gray, her dark hair stringy and her body coated in a dark layer of crimson. The woman's eyes were blood shot, dried blood streaming down from her eyes, mouth and nose. A look of hunger twisted her face, her nose now bent at an angle from Tristan's punch.

Before Tristan could act the woman lunged but Tristan twisted out of her way and hit the woman's back with her duffel bag. The woman fell and Tristan dropped her bag, unzipped it and reached in, taking out her climbing pick. Her pocket knife was in the pocket of her sweater, which was folded nicely in her backpack.

The woman quickly recovered and lunged at Tristan again, a snarl ripped through the air. Before Tristan could think about it she swung the pick, the blade piercing the woman's neck. The woman didn't stop and they both fell, the woman landing on top of Tristan. Another scream slipped from Tristan as her head hit the pavement hard and the woman's teeth snapped at her. With struggle Tristan ripped the pick from the woman's throat, kicked the woman off and quickly stood. Fear driving her attack Tristan lunged and plunged the blade into the top of the crazed woman's head. The woman's body went slack and Tristan pulled the blade from the her skull.

Her eyes widened in horror as she dropped to her knees, Tristan's bloodied hands shaking in fear at what she just did.

She is bleeding....

That woman just ripped a chunk of flesh from her arm....

She just killed someone....

The thought terrified her but Tristan wasn't able to think long about it before another shriek came from behind her.

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Toby staggered back from a bloodied man with a missing jaw, that had just assaulted him. He managed to knock him over but he started to get up "Oh, oh fuck...." he said as he slid across his bed and grabbed his AR and pulled the rifle, an empty shell ejected. By the time he looked up, the bloodied man had already gotten up and was slowly walking towards him. He raised the rifle and fired two out of his 16 clip rounds into the mans head, one hitting his neck, the other hitting his eye. And with that, the man collapsed.

"What the absolute Fuck!" He shouted as he looked down at the man. Having Killed people in Iraq, he wasnt very fazed by it, just rather confused. "Im leaving, to hell with this."

He grabbed his Tac Vest and put it on, as well as a back pack, stuffed with a few of the basic neccesities such as water and food. In his Tac vest, he put his two extra clips and his Flashlight in the holster.

The door was damaged and it closed on him. He kicked at it, until the entire door frame came down. "Great..." he said as he walked out. "This is insane." He said as his voice echoed through the empty hallways, and down the Stairs. In the stair way, there were two men. "Hey! You guys, there's something going on up there." He said as he approached them. They heard him and turned around. They looked rotted, one had a missing eye "G-guys?" he said as he backed up.

They both lunged at him. "Holy Shit!" he said as he raised his rifle and wasted 4 bullets on the one that lunged at him the closest, it fell and slid into the other one blocking him. He raced down the stairs and entered the vacant hallway leading down to the lobby.

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Issac woke to a twinkie wrapper on his face. It brushed against his mustache. He slowly opened his eyes up to see the tv across the room. It was muted but broadcasting the news. It was all about the recent outbreak "I've seen this movie before." he sat up and reached for the remote. Realizing he had his revolver in hand. It had one bullet in the cylinder.

"Did I really try to play russian roulette while I was drunk." He sat slowly but surely got up and turned off the tv then walked to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror He seen that he was in uniform. his eyes widened. "Oh no, oh no, oh no. My boss is going to kill me!" he shouted. He had scotch stains all over his outfit. He reached over to his phone and tried to call the office. Lines were dead. "The fuck?"

He still had signal so he sent a text reading "Cam dwn wit stomac bg cnt com 2 wrk 2dy." he was trying to get his hungover eyes and hands to work together but they weren't. Issac went ahead and sent it. Going back into the bedroom he cleaned up his twinkie and scotch mess. he grabbed his gun and his bagged lunch for that day (which he somehow managed to pack while drunk). He walked out to the hall. It was a mess. He took a step forward. There was a crunch and crackle.

It was a human head. "HOLY HELL!" was yelled as he ran down the hall with loud thuds. he ran from his room all the way to the main lobby. He stopped just at the doors to catch his breath. "My 300 pound fat ass wasn't meant to run that far." out of the corner of his eye he seen him It was Toby. He was a good friend from back when they just started out as a cop. Well Issac was just startin out. He walked over still out of breath. "Hey Toby. How has life treated you? But before you answer, What the fuck is going on?!?!" he asks looking over to the bodies.

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Legs crossed upon the rustled sheets of the unmade bed, Chester sat up straight, eyes narrowed on his black computer screen. Strands of hair flew this way and that over his head, but his eyes remained steady on the unlit power button. The chewed finger nail of his lanky fingers tapped lightly on the empty spaces surrounding the small mouse pad, his mouth opening only to allow his teeth to grab his bottom lip. Murmuring through what spaces air could pass through, Chester sighed,"Why won't you turn on?"

His fingers continued to tap the sturdy laptop, but with a quick raise of his hand, he slapped the surface lightly, shoving the computer off his lap and onto floral bed covers. But his hand ran along it's side, reaching a thin black cord plugged into it's side. "Plugged in..." His hand returned to his lap. Silence rung loudly in his room for several long seconds as he breathed quitely to himself. But a small breath muttered,"to the wall?" before he suddenly stood up from his crossed position and hopping off the bed with a loud thud. Bounding across the white, clean carpet, the brunette followed the path of the black cord. It ran along the floor around three legs of the bed until reaching the wall. There it stopped.

"Augh!" Chester groaned, looking at the cord on the floor. He picked up the cord and let the excess flop around in his hand. "That would explain it." Taking in a deep breath, he huffed.

*thud*

Chester looked at the wall. The man knew all too well what the sound of pounding neighbours sounded like. Kids rough housing on the beds when they were supposed to be asleep usually lead to hitting the wall or slamming the ground. A smirk slipped onto his lips with a chuckle. He assumed his loud thud from jumping off his own bed was too loud. After all, it was early. For some people. "Sorry!" He called through the wall. Kneeling own, he quickly plugged in the power chord.

Standing up, ready to return to his computer, there was another thud, and a raspy moan.

Chester looked back at the wall, an even wider smile on his lips now. He didn't know for sure who was on the other side, but by the sound of it, it didn't sound like an adult. The man tip toed his way to the wall, hearing a few more thuds along the way. With his head and ear only hovering the wall, he listened to the heavy breathing. A toothy grin peered on his face. It couldn't be an adult.

Turning to lay his back on the wall, Chester casually lifted his knuckles and knocked against the wall twice. A loud groan answered with two heavy thuds. Biting his tongue, the comedian did it again. Another long moan. There was a steady thudding on the wall, and Chester chuckled to himself, mimicking the groan with his own sickly howl. "Aaauurgggh!" The moaning got louder. Chester repeated,"Aaaaurggghaaa." The thudding started to become more hustled, and Chester mimicked it again, slapping the palms of his hands on the walls.

Funny, their parents would have probably told them to cut it out by now. They must be asleep in the next room over. Chester laughed, but it was cut short when another thud came to his ears. He turned to the opposing wall across the room. He heard another faint moan.

Quirking an eyebrow, Chester placed his hands on his hips. That was certainly strange. Both walls thudded and groans came from both sides. But Chester huffed simply, and went over to his black bag and grabbed a pair of faded jeans, a white tank top, and a red, plaid button on. He slipped on the jeans with a few hops and slipped on the white tank as he walked out of his room. He turned left down his hall to meet the door of the noisy neighbour. He knocked a few times, bu the door opened slightly.

The man raised an eyebrow again, but seeing as someone was in he room, he thought it impolite to open it the rest of the way, so he simply waited, slipping one arm through his button on at a time. Half way through this process, the door creaked open, and Chester questioned, looking at his sleeve to fit his other arm through,"Hey, I heard you making a lot of noise and I t- "

"Aaaaauuuuurgh!"

Chester looked up, seeing a flash of yellowed teeth before his shoulder zinged with pain. Chester screamed, it echoing through the hall he was in. His hands grabbed the man's head , yanking it away, but the skin sloughed off like puddy. Chester let go of the clump, it splattering on the floor. Still screeching at the top of his lung, the man simply pulled his hands between them, pushing him away and back into the room. Panicked, Chester grabbed the door knob and slammed the door, leaving the decaying man inside.

The door was knocked and banged against, but Chester backed up slowly until he hit the opposing wall, starring at it, mouth twitching and agape.

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Dim light shimmered into the room from the curtain covered window and spilled onto Amelia's face causing her to groan softly. She tried to ignore it and for a while it worked until her bladder figured it was the right time to bugger in and mess with her sleep also. "Mmm... noooo I don't wanna pee let alone get up." she grumbled to herself. Amelia tossed and turned for a good minute before deciding that her bladder sure as hell wasn't going to let her go back to sleep. "Jenjang!" Dammit she cursed as she flopped over onto her back letting out a huff before sitting up. "Whoa" her hand quickly flung up to her head, she got really dizzy for a second. Swallowing down nauseous that threaten to ruin her morning, Amelia took a deep breath feeling as if she body had just woke up from anesthesia. Her head pounded through her ears and her body felt a bit heavy and sluggish as if she was just getting over the flu or something.

Amelia pressed her hands into the bed to assist her as she got up, she had drank last night but not enough to feel like this. Eye lids heavy and mouth dry Amy dragged her feet across the floor to the bathroom that was in her room. She was grateful to her brother for getting them connected rooms because that meant that they each had their own bathroom so Amy didn't have to share and wait to use it. After relieving her bladder, Amy walked up to the sink and washed her hands then splashed very cold water on her face a couple of times. "Hell, that feels amazing" she hummed in delight. She stretched out her arms over her head making the over sized white shirt she wore to bed lift up slightly exposing some of her stomach. I wonder if Wyatt's awake?

That thought quickly vanished though as she thought it'll be nice to shower. Amelia turned on the shower letting the faint scratching noises that evaded her ears be completely drowned out by the running water. Steam began to fill the bathroom and Amy quickly stripped from the little she wore when the water was ready and hopped in, her body melting under the warm steady drops of water. Fifteen minutes after her shower and Amelia was already dressed in her warm comfortable clothes chugging down a bottle of water from the mini fridge like she hadn't drank water in days. With a gasp for air her lips broke contact with the bottle before casually tossing it into the trash bin. Amelia wiggled her toes against the soft carpet of the living room area of the hotel room. It felt nice. Snapping out of it though the faint scratching that had missed her ears earlier were louder and certainly caught the young woman's attention. " Uhhh, I really hope those are people making that sound and not rats in the wall." she thought out loud before walking back into her bedroom and tip toeing to the wall her bed was against pressing her ear to the wall. For a second she could have sore she heard a faint moan behind that white wall of hers. Stepping back, Amelia was a little creeped out but shrugged it off thinking it was the neighbors probably having some morning fun or something. As that thought came to mind a blush spread across her cheeks before she shook her head and patted her cheek. "No, no, no that's rude."

Bored, Amy thought it was time to make her bed and so she did stuffing her teddy bear, Mr. Gom or in English, Mr. Bear. That bear was a present from her brother a while back and she loves it, Amy has taken it everywhere with her since she got it. Taking her bag into the living room area where the T.v was at with a simple couch in front of it, Nox grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and tossed it into her bag. The sound of crinkling plastic was heard when the water bottled landed on the bags of candy she had in her back pack before she zipped it up and slipped her arms through the straps. Passing her brothers bed room door she gave it a couple of knocks, " Oppa! I'm gonna go do some sight seeing. I'll be back before lunch." she yelled out loud enough for him to hear her before she grabbed the key car and left the room. Stepping into the hall was a weird feeling, the atmosphere felt eerie and it was quiet, that creepy quiet. Shaking her head and pushing the thought to the back of her head, Amelia put a smile on her face and stared down the hall when she turned the corner and stepped in something squishy, warm and . . . crunchy? "The hell?"

Eyes widened and chills ran up her spine as this sick feeling settled in her stomach. There stood an already squashed human head and one of the eyeballs were looking straight up at her. "Bloody hell! I'm so sorry!" she apologized to the limb as she jumped back and rubbed the sticky, warm mess off her shoes on the rug. Bloody hell did I just apologize to a head? a severed head? Dubbing over with her hands on her knees, Amelia couldn't hold it anymore and expelled last nights dinner onto the floor. With a groan she stood up straight taking a breath. "What the hell is happening here?" she questioned as she turned around to go back to her room but right when she turned around stood a tall man not 10 feet away from her staring her down with bloodshot, irritate eyes and a horrid wound. For Christ sake he had a bloody piece of metal sticking out from his cheek! His clothes were also bloody and torn and a couple of the mans fingers were missing. He let out this monstrous growl that made Amelia jump from her skin. Frozen with fear, Amy swallowed hard before the man rushed at her with a blood curdling scream.

Her legs trembled, the air thick with her fear that she could suffocate in it. Nox dropped suddenly and crawled through the tall things legs before she took off down the hall. As she ran, tears stinging in her eyes she could hear it's heavy and fast foot steps not to far behind. Amy stopped at her door and hurriedly took out the key card but dropped it earning a mumbling swear from her. After retrieving it she quickly swiped it and the door clicked open but the bloody thing was coming in full force. She stepped in and attempted to lock the door in time and she did but that did little help because it slammed into the door knock it clean off it's hinges causing Amelia to stumble back and fall onto her bum. That fall was hard and knocked the wind out of her causing her to cough slightly as she held her stomach in pain. Breathing hard Amy opened her eyes to see it crawling towards her as if it was possessed, up close though she could see the details of his injury, all the severed veins and flesh hanging from his cheek. Nox flailed but it was already on her and suddenly a rippling pain shot throughout her body. She screamed out to her brother the best she could through the pain and her sobs " Oppa! Oppa!" The thing had it's teeth sunk into the right side of her hip but she firmly held it's head steady so it could shake it's head like it wanted and tear a chunk out of her.

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Issac hears the screams then sighs. "Do what you want but there are people who need us." he tosses the keys to the truck to Toby. "Take what you want out the back. Except my twinkies and soda." He then looks down the hall and then to his gun. "Whatever is going on here, it was still good seeing you again. Catch you later." he then starts to walk down the hall and turns around. "What ever happened to the partner not willing to back down from a challenge. Like the robbery. Remember that me, you, the high speed chase, then the shoot out. You never gave up then what's changed? All I see is another call holding who knows what." Issac smiles and holds out his hand for a handshake "What you say, one last patrol?"

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With a sharp intake of breath Tristan pushed her horrified thoughts back and swiftly stood, grabbing her duffel and gripping the climbing pick tightly in her crimson soaked hands. Her own blood mixed with the crazed woman's, soaking Tristan's clothes and coating her skin in a thin layer of blood. More moans and snarls came from around her but she ignored when since she didn't see any sickly people. Quickly coming up with a plan she rushed back to the hotel lobby, swinging open the doors, only to see two sickly people rushing towards two men. One of the sickly grabbed hold of the overweight man, teeth snapping at him. Before she had time to think Tristan lunged, kicking one crazed, making him fall over and stabbing the head of the crazed who was holding the bigger man. The creature's body went slack and before the men could say anything Tristan rushed over to the fallen crazed, who was struggling to get up, and slammed her foot down onto its head, smashing the skull. She glanced down at the men, noting they had guns. She probably looked like one of those crazed people with all the blood on her. What a word she rushed over to the stairs, having no patience for the elevator and rushed up to her floor and to her room. Once she entered her room she locked the door and stripped out of her clothes and went to the bathroom, washing off the blood before she put on a new pair of clothes. She grabbed all her bags, stuff all the packaged food and water from the mini fridge into her backpack, while also grabbing the towels, sheets and mini soaps and shampoos. Tristan has watched her brother play every zombie game there is so she had a clue of what was happening. It still made her feel sick to kill a person though. She made sure to grabbed her pocket knife from her sweater and with it she pulled lamps and the television apart, cutting out wires and putting them in her bag. Once she had basically stripped the room clean she left. She had the idea to check the other rooms but most were locked and she didn't have time to force them open.

On her way down she heard voices from one of the rooms and being curious she followed. She stopped at a room and looked in to she two young Asian's, a girl and a boy. "Are you alright?" Tristan asked, standing in the doorway but not entering the room.

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Amelia was relieved when her brother came to her aid. Once all taken care of she laid her arm across her forehead breathing heavily as the wound stung and throbbed in pain. "I love you, sis, but keep in mind that, if we were in an anime or a TV show, I'd probably have killed you by now."

Nox let out a pained chuckle but grabbed as her hip as the pain slightly intensified when she laughed. " Aha, brother, I love you too but no one is going to kill me until, well I'm actually good as dead." sitting up Amy looked under the bed sheet that was wrapped around her hip. No skin has been torn off just a nasty bite mark, thank the gods. Amelia sighed in relief but laid back down on the floor with her arm placed over her forehead shielding her eyes from the light bulb that was right over them. " God it bloody stings. He got me good . . . Oppa," her voice went small and sounded as if it trembled a bit. " I-I don't wanna die yet . . ." Amy squeezed her eyes shut tightly small tears forming at the edges and slowly falling down the sides.

Laying there, Nox took a second to recollect herself and shook the thought of death from her head, she wasn't about to give up just yet, that's one thing she hated doing, it was giving up knowing she could have done more. Blowing out a frustrated sigh the young woman sat up with a pained groan but right in that moment was when she heard a female voice. "Are you alright?"
Looking up at her brother Amy raised an eyebrow then looked towards the door where a pretty blonde girl stood. " Oh me? I'm bloody awesome. You know just laying on the floor with a bite mark on my hip that stopped bleeding a lot but mostly just stings now courtesy to that tall man over there. " she said in pained but slightly sarcastic tone as she pointed towards the zombie that laid limp on the floor with a hole in it's head from her brother.

"Bloody bastard chased me to my room and tackled my damn door down, like really that was rude of him! Fucking zombies." her British accent came through strongly as her nostrils flared angrily but she calmed down quickly and laid back on the floor. With a groan she continued " Ugh, you won't happen to have a mini bottle of whiskey or actually any type of alcohol on you, would you?" her brown eyes met blue with a small pleading look in them.




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Pained surged throughout her body as she shifted slightly on the hard floor. Her neck was throbbing and her vision was blurry but when she took her hand to her neck all she felt was warm sticky liquid. "Mmm? The fuck?" propping herself up on an elbow her vision began to come back to her as Jessie took in her surroundings. That's right I was walking to the room this morning after an early jog when the damn receptionist attacked me. All of her memories from hours before came flooding back. "Bitch bit me, she really fucking bit me." she growled as she stood up slowly her head slightly spinning. Where had she gone?

Looking around Jessie saw carnage, bloody hand prints on the walls and luggage carts that adorned the vacant hall. Multiple bodies scattered around the floor of the hall with limbs missing, it was hard to make out an actual body that had all it's parts. Finally her eyes landed on the bloody, mangled body of the once beautiful receptionist that took a bite out of Jessie. Oh yeah, that's right the crazy bitch bit me then I killed her, I killed her with that machete I found on the running path. I was coming in with it to give it to the front desk because I'm pretty sure it wasn't suppose to be there when she attacked me.

Shuffling her body over to her, Jess took a firm grip of the handle of the machete and pulled hard releasing the steel from it's human cage. Luckily the bite mark on the side of her neck had stopped bleeding but the warm air against it still made it sting. Rolling her eyes, she took hold of her weapon and began down the hall with her guard up. She wanted out of this shit hole but needed her things from her room so that's where she was headed. Once there she grabbed her bag not thinking of grabbing the things from the mini fridge and just stormed out her room but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a figure hunched over on the floor. It was a zombie and he was feasting on the innards of a man. The crunching and tearing echoed throughout the silent hall and it made Jessie cringe her teeth in disgust.

Running up to it from behind she swung down with her machete splitting it's head halfway open but it was enough to put it down for good. She stared down at the half eaten corpse with disgust and pity. " Poor bastard." she mumbled before setting off down the steps into the lobby when a girl swiftly passed her on the way up. She looked back but the girl was gone down the hall then she looked back forward to see two men standing there in a bloodied mess with a small pile of bodies collecting in front of them.
" Well shit, and here I thought everyone went bat shit crazy."

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Quinn was awoken by the sound of a klaxon going off next to him, his hand reached for his phone next to him and slapped the snooze button and rolled back into bed. "Ugh. What the f*** did I do last night." he pulled the pillow over his head, not even 30 seconds later the alarm went off on his phone again. He groaned and threw the covers off only to have to balance himself on the bed side table as he tried to stand. He blinked a couple of times and rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced at the clock 10:52 am, he yawned and walked into his bathroom to clean himself up.

Quinn brushed his teeth quickly and got a change of cloths and dressed himself up in jeans and a long sleeve shirt. He had decided to go hiking earlier and packed a spare set of cloths and other necessities and left his room. As soon as he stepped into the hall he noticed it was empty, he glanced down the other way and noticed a man standing near the other side. "Good Morning!" Quinn said as he locked the door behind him. He got a response from the man which surprised him, sounded like a growl? Quinn shrugged his shoulder and began walking down the hallway, "Sounds like someone woke up with a stick up there ass..." he continued to the elevator and hit the button. He turned to glance over his shoulder at the sound of shuffling feet behind to come face to face with the man from before. Or if you call him a man. Quinn almost vomited he knew the smell of rotting flesh and this was a walking. Corpse? Quinn's eye's went wide as he raised his arm to try and block the thing as it lunged at him.

The man was missing the part of his lower right jaw but that didn't stop him from latching the remaining part of his jaw onto Quinn's forearm and trying to take a chunk out. His instincts kicked in and threw a right hook and smashed the man in the side of the head. He heard something snap and the zombie let go of his arm and stumbled into the wall nearby. The thing growled at him again and Quinn glanced over his shoulder he need help or a weapon? Well one of his prayers were answered in the form of a fire axe on the wall. He broke the glass with his fist and quickly retrieved the axe, "Stay back! Don't make me use this!"

The man or what used to be a vacationer just howled before charging straight at him again. Quinn swung the axe over his head and split the things skull, it dropped to it's knees as Quinn planted his boot on it's shoulder and kicked the limp body of the axe.
"F***!" he swore at himself as he steadied his breathing, he had promised himself he would never take another persons life. He looked down at the axe and back to the body of the zombie he killed well it wasn't really alive, well multiple gun-shots. He grabbed his extra shirt and tore a piece off and wrapped it around the wound quickly before zipping his back-pack up and made his way to another floor.

He killed another one in the stairway, cutting three quarters through it's neck and severing the spine as he entered the next floor. It seemed completely empty like his except for he heard voices and he noticed a blonde in a doorway of a hotel room. He lowered his axe and began walking over as she looked fine, "Is everyone okay?"

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Zero leaned over the chair slightly, his head tilting both ways to check for any signs of the undead. When he was satisfied there were no oncoming threats of immediate death, he pulled back and turned to face his sister who was still lying on the ground. "Aha, brother, I love you too but no one is going to kill me until, well I'm actually good as dead," she retorted. He nodded and, for a brief moment, a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Most people would choose to be killed before they turn, but I'm not going to go against your wishes." He unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves and rolled them up to the elbow as he made his way over to the room's window. He pulled back the curtains, took a peek... and what he saw was enough to make him sick. He hung his head before he saw too much. Idiot, he thought. I should be used to this by now. He'd seen it enough, anyhow, but there was a whole lot of difference between TV effects and the real thing. Somehow the ripping apart of human flesh and the blood curdling screams weren't as entertaining as they had been before, not now that he was witnessing them first hand. Cursing himself a few more times, he stepped back and moved over to his sister's position and squatted beside her.

" God it bloody stings. He got me good... Oppa," she continued after a moment, " I-I don't wanna die yet..." Zero made a tutting sound and shook his head at her as his hand reached steadily for hers. He squeezed her hand gently and gave her a brief but somewhat comforting kiss on the knuckle. When he was done, he laid her hand down once more. "Hey. You're not going to die, y'know," he stated rather matter-o-factly. "You're strong enough to beat this, I know you are." His eyes followed her every movement as she sat herself up slowly; he was ashamed to admit that he was a little wary of his sister now that she'd been bitten, but he wanted to be there for her no matter what.

Zero had to crane his neck upon hearing footsteps in the hallway, and his eyes immediately went to the doorway. Though he was relieved to see that it wasn't a zombie, he was far from pleased that he'd have another person tagging along on their little 'journey' - if the situation was as bad as he'd thought and they'd need to get out as soon as possible. While he knew it was good to travel in groups for protection, it also meant that he'd have to participate as part of a group and he wasn't so ready for something like that. There was just something about cooperation that was incredibly unpleasant for him as a whole. "Are you alright?" the blonde asked and Zero's mouth opened to speak, but he was cut off before a single word had left his lips. "Oh me? I'm bloody awesome. You know just laying on the floor with a bite mark on my hip that stopped bleeding a lot but mostly just stings now courtesy to that tall man over there," his sister replied and Zero habitually rolled his eyes in response to her blatant rudeness. Zero may not have been very social, but his sister was something else entirely.

Zero was standing as his sister spoke again but he was more concerned with walking towards the door to move the chair out of the way. Grunting slightly, he lifted it and practically threw it to one side, having exhausted most of his energy running to his sister's aid and moving the chair in the first place. It was only when he heard her asking for alcohol that he snapped his head around to her and shook it abruptly. "Alcohol isn't going to solve anything right now, sis." He then turned once more to the blonde and gave her a brief smile. "Name's Wyatt, but I go by Zero. This is my sister, Amelia, but everybody calls her Nox." He might've extended a hand to her if they were in any other situation, or if the island wasn't going to complete shit at that time, but he had no idea who this woman was or what she was capable of. "And you are..?"

As he was waiting for a response, he heard another man's voice not far off in the hallway and footsteps approaching the room. Throwing his hands in the air, he finally gave in to the feeling of irritation that had been threatening to creep up since his sister got bit. "My God! Do they ever stop coming?" he practically spat. He turned a head to the tall blonde and frowned. "Got any more of you hiding down the hallway, or..?"

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Toby felt around his jacket as he kept the Cold Rifle barrel put a few centimeter's away from Chester's Stomach. "Dont worry kid. We arent going to shoot you." Toby patted the last pocket on his Tac vest "Aint go any Zip ties. Issac! You take the kid and escort him back to the lobby, we aint got enough time to go through the Norm Check process" Toby said as he lifted Chester to his feet.

"Alright, listen. Your gonna follow Officer Issac back down to the lobby where there are Normal, non-canniblistic People." Toby said as he pointed to Issac. "Gods Speed Issac, i'll be down with whoever i can find" He said as he turned around and began walking up more stairs.

On one of the flights, there was a dead zombie. Hos neck cut 3 quarters way through. "Survivors..." He thought to himself as he approached the open door. "Hello!" He shouted as he looked into the room with his rifle, and the smoke billowing from his cigar. "hey! you!" He said as to the man walking down the hall. "Put e'm up!" He said as he raised the rifle towards him

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"Your brother's right, since your bleeding alcohol will do far more harm then good but we should clean that wound and wrap it up, the sheets will work but we have to hurry....just call me Mack, now Nox just sit tight and try not to move" Tristan said sternly as she turned to response to the new man "We've got some bites and a head wound but other then that everyone's fine".

She ignored Zero's rude statement, dropped her bags beside Nox and quickly went into the bathroom. Grabbing towels she wet down one, adding a small amount of soap. Going back into the room she quickly tended to Nox, carefully dabbing at the bloodied wound. The bite wound on Tristan's own arm was still lightly bleeding and she had no idea about how big the wound on the back of her head was. Once she finished cleaning the wound Tristan stood and went to the bed, flinging back the quilt and grabbing the white sheets. She ripped the thin sheets, first wrapping up her own arm wound then ripped more and went back to Nox.

"This will do for now until we are safe, then I can properly treat you" Tristan informed her before gently wrapping the strips of sheet around her hips and waist. She quickly grabbed her bags and stood, having heard another man in the hall she tensed. "Grab all your shit and lets move, I don't care if you guys come with me or not but if you are then hurry up, Nox your wound may hurt but its fine for now" Tristan's voice was cold but she did care, she didn't want to see these people killed. She gripped her weapon tightly, feeling secure with the pick in her hand and knife in her pocket.

"I'll go deal with these guys outside" she said then left the room to see a man with an axe and a man with a gun. The man with the gun had it pointed at them as he said the put down the weapons.

"Like fucking hell I'm putting down my weapons with a gun pointed at me, so why don't getting that idea out of your head" she snapped angrily, glaring at the older man. "Now I'm thinking we cut the crap and get the hell out of this hotel before we are eaten, sound good?" she said as she turned back to the door "You guys coming or not?" she asked Nox and Zero.

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"If you wonder your getting eaten. I'd sugest Following me blondie." He said rudley back at her "You wouldnt last a minute against a mob of these things with those weapons. Id go with the guy with the gun"he said as he walked out of the door way and turned the man around. "Holy hell, Quinn! It seems my friends are appearing every where in this damn mess" he said as he shook quinns hand. "Now Group, Follow me if you wanna make it out!" He said as he turned to exit

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"I got this." Issac said to Toby. He then guided the man down to the lobby. walking down the steps all the way to the bottom. Stopping for the occasional breath "Whats your name?" He says as they stop just before the lobby. "What brings you here?" He holstered the gun and looked back to the guy. "Don't worry, I won't bite." He looks out the windows to his truck. "Unless you give me reason to of course." Issac then took a seat on one of the lobby's sofas and positioned himself to see the hall witch he came from and the outside doors. "Now we play the waiting game."

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"Its Mack not Blondie, asshole" she snapped at the man before turning towards the other people. "Its simple you guys have three option's, follow me, follow that old asshole or go off by yourselves, choose and make it fast please I don't want to stick around here much longer" Tristan told Nox, Zero and the other guy.

Growling and snarls came from some of the rooms down the hall, the sounds making Tristan stiffen as the grip on her weapon tightened. A 'crash' followed as three of the crazed people knocked door one of the door's room, the small group fumbling over each other. Before anyone could attack or even fire a gun Tristan was beside the group of crazies, or zombies and killed them quickly, plugging the blade into each of their skulls. They flopped down, dead.

"Please hurry and make your decision before more of these fucker's show up" .

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"Aish, the alcohol isn't for drinking Zero." Amy rolled her eyes at her brothers assumption but when the woman in front of her introduced herself as Mack and agreed with her brother, Amy sighed and sat back up once more. " It was for disinfecting, geez! If by some chance I don't turn into a zombie I don't want this getting infected." she huffed like a child would when denied something.

Peeking in between the woman's legs, Nox saw the tall blonde guy standing by the door and then his brothers annoyed statement that made her chuckle a bit despite her state. " Calm it, brother. "

While Mack cleaned Amelia up she couldn't help but to stare. It was something to keep her mind off of what was happening around her, something to calm her nerves. She watched the blonde carefully as she worked, not like she was suspicious or anything more as if she was studying her. Once finish, Amy slowly stood up and placed a hand on her brothers shoulder, he looked pale for a moment while looking out the window, paler than normal but Amelia could only imagine what he just saw out those damn windows and squeezed his shoulder in a reassuring manner.

"Oppa . . ." she hesitated biting her lip. "I'm going with her." she stated and when she said her she meant the both of them. "Grab all your shit and lets move, I don't care if you guys come with me or not but if you are then hurry up, Nox your wound may hurt but its fine for now"

With a nod, Amelia pulled her tank top down to cover her wound and swiped her backpack off the floor where it had landed before she had fell. Slipping her arms back into the straps Amy checked if her shoes were properly tied. She wasn't about to die because of some stupid shoelace failure. After she made sure her shoes were tied properly and ready to go she paused for a second. "Hold on,"

She had remembered that the small closet in her room held a metal broom within it. Flinging open the closet door which wasn't that far from where she stood, Amy took out the broom and looked down at it. " I'm pretty sure these things twist off." she spoke while she stuck her tongue out applying enough force to unscrew the blasted thing. Sticking out her tongue was a weird habit of hers that lets you know that she is concentrating on something. Now with just the metal stick of the broom Amy nodded at Mack " Now I'm ready to go, I sure wasn't going out there with out a weapon." she commented before yet another voice caught her attention.

It came from the hall and now she understood her brothers frustration. People were popping up more than the undead plus Amy didn't like big groups, she liked small groups because she thought it made for better communication. This old guy had a gun and pointing it straight at Mack. She had right to call him out as she did. If your trying to help then why point a gun at us? When Mack asked if they were coming Amy looked at her brother with a are you ready look before agreeing to go with the woman.




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Mentally cursing in her head, Jessie was left down stairs in the lobby fending for herself. "What gentlemen they were." she mumbled angrily under her breathe. She stood crouched behind the reception desk, weapon in hand killing anything that groaned and shuffled their feet. Her blade is now thickly covered in blood and other zombie juices that made her cringe her nose in disgust when looked upon. "This is absolute bullshit." she clenched her teeth together before yet another zombie came her way. Standing up she twirled the machete in her hand for a split second before chopping the things head clean off. Being an ex Marine and cop the killing didn't much faze her but the whole zombie ordeal was a bit too much fro her to take in.

"That's it I'm hot wiring a damn car and getting the hell out of here." Tying her hair up real quick with a rubber band on the floor next to her, Jessica had her weapon ready in hand as she slowly made her way to the lobby doors crouched back down. She peeked out of them to see the coast clear and quickly slipped out the door. When eyes laid upon the parking lot she almost threw up. Covering her mouth she gagged at the sight and stench. Body parts all over the place, blood in places that blood shouldn't reach and zombie shuffling around failing to notice her. Jess held her breathe as she slowly and quietly turned the corner of the building, her eyes scanning the lot for a suitable car until her eyes fell upon his big car, an SUV. "Bingo" she whispered before feeling the presents of something behind her.

Swiftly turning around the zombie launched at her but she stood her ground only stumbling a bit holding her weapon up in defense. Jessie then grabbed it's shoulder after it's jaws missed her and plunged the blade into it's skull watching it instantly go limp. Letting out a sign of relief she pulled out the over sized knife and flung the fresh blood off of it. Mumbling a curse word she wiped the sweat off of her forehead with her free hand then quietly but quickly made her way through the parking lot over to the black SUV that was hers to take.

Upon reaching the car she saw that the door was unlocked but there was a driver and he was looking like one of the undead, he didn't move though he just laid there with his eyes closed as if he was actually dead but Jess took no chances. Opening the door she stayed low as she quickly stabbed it in it's head and pulled it out the passenger seat tossing the body onto the floor. "Sorry man," she said before making sure their were no undead around her so she could hot wire the car. " but I need to get out of here and your car is my ticket out."

After successfully hearing the engine roar Jessie smiled " Yes!" she shouted quite loudly as she closed the door and pulled out the parking spot running over a couple of zombies on her way out.

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Zero was getting sick and tired of being around people. It was putting him in a seriously bad mood, he reflected, and he felt he would have to break away from them all before the stress gave him a throbbing headache. He could already feel the dull throbbing of an approaching migraine, which was the absolute last thing he needed during the first few hours of a zombie apocalypse. As he pondered all the worst situations that could present themselves during their escape, Zero had completely missed most of the blonde woman's speech. She appeared to be helping his sister, which he was more than grateful for, but he knew that he probably shouldn't speak up. He wasn't going to be overly nice to these people until he knew more about them. Luckily, he would never have to try. However, Zero didn't have much luck on his side today so the chance of him getting away with his sister quickly and effectively was slim to none.

Zero's attention was drawn to his sister as she placed a hand on his shoulder. He studied her features for a brief moment as she analysed him in response. It was almost as if, just by looking at each other, they both knew exactly what the other one was feeling. She'd obviously picked up on his approaching sense of worry and fear, and he knew that from the look she gave him. As well as this, he felt her grip on his shoulder tighten briefly as if in a comforting, reassuring sort of way. The corners of his lips twisted upwards in a subtle smile as if he was showing appreciation for her concern, but also letting her know that he was alright. He lifted a hand and patted the one she'd placed on his shoulder.

"Oppa," she said after a moment. Zero's eyes went immediately to hers, after having drifted towards the door once more. "I'm going with her." This statement alone made Zero's entire body go cold. He didn't speak for what seemed like forever as he just stared at her. His eyes were somewhat soft, but his eyebrows were slowly lowering into a frown and all hints of a smile were gone entirely from his lips. He knew she meant that both of them were going with Mack which was somewhat relieving, but Zero hated not being given a choice in the matter. He'd have to stay with his sister during this crisis; he wasn't going to leave her simply because he didn't like being around other people. Sighing, he nodded his head, though he was far from pleased. "Fine," he mumbled, though he doubted she'd heard him.

"Grab all your shit and lets move, I don't care if you guys come with me or not but if you are then hurry up, Nox your wound may hurt but its fine for now," the blonde continued, and Zero groaned loudly in response. When his sister got up, so did he. While she was getting her stuff, Zero made his way out of the bedroom and past all the people in the hallway. One was pointing a gun at Mack, but the other blonde didn't seem to be doing much. Calmly, Zero went straight into his room. He forgot about the clothes in his wardrobe, but he did grab some accessories. A black beanie, a silver chain and a wrist watch. He walked over and grabbed a backpack from the corner of his room, stuffing it with some essentials. Some water bottles, some energy bars and small snacks, a torch with batteries already inside. He walked into the bathroom, packed some deodorant, toothpaste and a toothbrush, toilet roll and a pack of painkillers for his oncoming headache. As he was placing all this in the backpack, he noticed some odd souvenirs he'd picked up from the odd shops here and there. There was nothing of immediate importance; just some trinkets.

Walking back into the bedroom, he also grabbed a sheet out of the wardrobe to use in case he wanted to sleep comfortably. He couldn't see anything else he might've needed, until his eyes landed on a wooden chair. Flipping it over, he snapped one of the long legs off and tested the weight in his hand. It wasn't the greatest weapon but it would do for the time being until he found something better. After a second or two, Zero made his way back into the hallway to see that his sister had also emerged from her room. He went immediately to her side, pulling on his backpack properly as he did so. "Right... I'm ready," he told her. Leaning in to whisper in her ear, he finally spoke his mind; "I will genuinely never forgive you for making me do this," he muttered, low enough so that his voice was only audible to Nox.

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Tristan nodded at the siblings, taking note Zero's rather displeased frown, but ignore it and signaled them to follow her, shooting a glare at the man with a gun but leading the siblings down another stairwell.

The group of three ran down the stairs, entered the lobby and quickly left the hotel. Once they exited the hotel Tristan saw a black SUV drive off. She paid it little attention and turned to Nox and Zero. "We should head to the beach, there will be shacks and small stores nearby and from the looks of it most of those....zombies, are coming from the town area. We can make runs into town in a few days when the zombies start to wander and spread out. I've been to a few islands and usually places like this have tree houses that visitor's pay to stay in. Being higher up will give us a vantage point and staying above these bastards will be safer" she informed them. Until they really needed a vehicle Tristan didn't want to get one, it would draw to much attention to them. Instead she signaled the siblings to be quiet as the group stealthy made their way to the beach. It took them an hour to get to the beach but when they made it Tristan couldn't help but smile. The beach was almost completely empty of people, only a couple zombies were wandering around. There were plenty of colorful small stores with a variety of things.

"Lets check all the stores, but don't split up" Tristan told them sternly before going into the first store, Nox and Zero following closely behind. The first store they entered was a trinket store, keychain surf boards and a large assortment of board shorts and t-shirt covered the small store. "Find what you can, maybe some bags and clothes, books, whatever will be usefully. You have three minutes before we move on" she told them then went to searching. Three minutes went by fast and Tristan had collected as much as she could. Tristan had found plenty of sport bags, having filled one with notebooks and t-shirt and another with whatever food she found and the other sports bags. "Alright lets move on to the next store" she commanded before leaving the store. The next store they went to was more of a food shack and the group repeated what they had at the first store. They continued to do this with every store. Once they reached the last store Tristan glanced down at her watch to see it was noon.

The last store looked to be a sporting/fishing store. They went in, Tristan going first and she was instantly tackled by a zombie, who had lunged once hearing the door open. Tristan dropped the bags she had been holding and punched the zombie, before kicking it off her. She pounced on it, driving her pick into its skull. She glanced down at her once clean clothes and sighed "Fucker, I was clean!" she growled, stood up and grabbed her dropped bags. "Alright our three minutes start now" she told them before she went to search. There were alot of useful things in this store. From fishing supplies to jungle exploration gear. Tristan went up to the counter and saw machete's, knifes, flare guns and a hunting bow, inside a glass case. Praising their luck Tristan grabbed a nearby shirt and covered her face with it before smashing the glass with her pick. She used the shirt to move aside the glass and grabbed everything in the case, putting the bow over her shoulder and stuffing the blades, flare guns and arrows into a bag. Once done she wandered around grabbing what she could. Once the three minutes were over they left the store.

Tristan had found an island map and found the area where the tree houses were. It would take them around three hours of walking but aleast they could stay on the beach since the tree houses were by the shore. She pointed out where they were going to Nox and Zero before they started their journey. It took them over four hours to reach their destination, having had to deal with some zombies. They took the first tree house they saw. "We will have to get rid of these stairs and maybe make a rope ladder or something, but its good we are close to the shore we can fish" she told them as they made their way up the stairs and to the tree house. Tristan held up her hand for them to stop, glancing in the window. She sighed in sadness at what she saw. It looked like a couple had shot themselves as their bodies lay dead in the middle of the floor. She went to open the door but it was locked.

"Anyone know how to pick a lock? We will have to clean out the place once we get in".

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Toby sighed and Dragged Quinn along with him. "I'd ask you hows it going be we gotta get the hell out of here first...." He said as he raced down the Stairs. "Ima tell you one thing though, im shooting anyone i dont know." He said as they reached the lobby.

"Issac, Kid, Lets move!" He said as he passed them on the couch and waved them over. "We gotta go quickly, we'll stop by your truck Issac, then we head to the Airport." And with that, they were out of the Lobby doors, and into Toby's Offroad Moded, bright red Ford Explorer "Now, where was your truck Issac?" He said as he looked back at him

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"You heard him. Lets go." Issac said as he walked outside and across from a really expensive car sat his suv. He opened up the trunk and pulled out a shotgun and 2 small mags. He got in the car and turned it on. Along with the police radio. There was all sorts of commotion. But It was also a flood of information. There are officers screaming stuff like "I'M BEING OVERRUN!!" and "OFFICER DOWN!! I NEED HELP!" there was not one voice on the thing that was not screaming. Issac just reaches over and turns it off. Slowly Issac got into the suv. "Welcome to hell."

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Nausea and self inflicted dizziness probably wasn't the best mix at this point in time, as proven by several of Chester's fumbles and many rockings, but since Issac didn't appear keen on trying to help at all besides stand there, Chester continued to spin. However, he didn't exactly realize that he fell asleep, because how can you fall asleep in a situation like this? The tape fell from Issac's hand and Chester bent and turned to grab it. "Asleep?" He raised an eyebrow. As tired as Chester was, he wouldn't sleep in this place if his life depended on it. Not now, anyway.

For the time being, Chester figured three and a half turns was strapped well enough. He could add more later if he needed to, but he just wanted out of here. And maybe to stop bleeding. That would be nice. The stairs comment made him laugh though. He imagined himself as all those cartoons where they bounce like balls down the stairs and roll out the door. How perfect would that be? "That's funny." But he was partially right about the cushion. It's a second reason why Chester wanted the pillows so bad Because if he did pass out he wouldn't break his neck or something. Though technically he could still break his neck, or worse. But hey, if it helped him feel more secure, it was better than nothing. Especially when he just had guns fired and pointed ay him just a few moments ago.

Chester used his teeth to rip the tape and rolled the small strip left back onto the roll. He did this as soon as he heard the ding of the elevator. He didn't feel like trusting the elevator, but he didn't think he'd make another flight of stairs. Especially since he walked like a drunk the few yards it took to get to the doors. But the elevator was fine, surprisingly enough, and Chester followed the man outside to his car, he supposed. Th car radio sounded mostly like gibberish and screaming, but he was never fully sure of whether it was because that's what it actually was or if it was because he felt lighter than a feather. Without a second thought, he opened the back seat and collapsed inside. "Mother of..." He didn't finish because he gagged instead.

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Chester didn't know whether he wanted to throw up because his shoulder was screwed up and gross or whether because he just saw several decaying people die and had guns pointed and shot at him. He didn't really care, he just wanted to throw up. But he didn't think it polite to throw up in the man's car. That wouldn't be nice at all.

Simply splayed out across the back like a couch, Chester's hand covered his mouth as he continued to gag. That was obviously the worst experience of his life. Actually, strike that. This was.

Without a second of warning, the car was in the air and Chester felt like he as levitating off the seat as everything spun in an entirely different way than it was a few seconds ago. He screamed at the top of his lungs, sounding more like a high pitched bloody murder scene from a 60's horror flick. Everything spun in so many directions Chester couldn't even comprehend his own being, but it all stopped once it landed. It crashed hard against the ground, and Chester, who felt himself falling, stuck his arms out to stop himself. He landed with a loud crack and rip.

This scream was very different than the one before. While the other sounded like pure and utter terror, this one sounded like agony in a can. He wailed like a mourning siren and he didn't even hear Toby open the door for them to get out, or any of his yelling. All he could hear was his own yelling sobs.

Chester, during the whole flip accident, held his hands out. And when he landed, one hand landed on the edge of the seat, thus slipping, and leaving it damage free. However, his body spun, and the other hand that would have landed on the cushion, slipped and he crashed on his elbow. His humerus snapped, ripping the muscles surrounding it and pushing itself through the soft tissue of his skin.

He couldn't feel his arm anymore, so he really didn't know why he was wailing, maybe it was because he was scared, or maybe because it did hurt but he just couldn't comprehend it all at once. But he was screaming, and then he stopped. He stopped in time to hear the hollers and loud footsteps of the horde ready to bombard the car.

Panic swept over Chester, not that it wasn't already there. He yelled loudly as he pushed himself up and grabbed his pack, crawling his way out of the car. He didn't even wait for Issac or Toby, and he didn't even run for the car that Toby had. He didn't even see the blasted thing. He couldn't see anything, really. He just ran and stumbled, screaming all the way home as his blood warmed his numb arm.

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Chester didn't know how long he ran, he was never good at telling time. To him, it felt like hours of blind running and stumbling, but really, it was only one. He couldn't run for hours if he wanted to. But he ran for his life, despite the fact that his vision was nothing more than clouds and blurs and colours. His good hand sticking out in front of his as a shield of sorts, he ran and ran, and ran a-

Boom!

All of a sudden there was yellow and he hit his face dead on with... something... He didn't even know what. But little did he know that he actually hit the ground. The sand. His legs gave out and he plopped like a rag doll onto the blanket of sand. He wasn't screaming anymore either. It just sounded like someone was choking and gasping for air. Or a dying whale that lost it's voice. That's a more accurate description. But with a kerplate, he nailed the sand, and he moaned.

He didn't know what to do anymore. So, her threw up.

Heaving whatever slop he had eaten recently, Chester simply puked, and he puked a lot. And once he stopped puking, he started to dry heave instead, spitting up bile and and saliva and snot. And once he was done with that, he fell onto his side. And once he had done that, he remained there, unable to move himself anymore. He simply couldn't do it. He wasn't allowed to. His body decided.

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Issac had followed him saying "Sorry!" the entire time. He had in his hand a box of twinkies and the shotgun. Out of breath he stopped. He looked at the arm. "Oh fuck!" He turned and started to gag. "We.... we need to get you somewhere safe. O-ok?" He asked reaching over to Chester. He put down the box and sat in the sand. He was out of breath. He opened the 2 leiter and started to drink. It was half way empty when he stopped drinking. "Oh god we need to go. I feel like shit, but we need to go." He stood up and walked over to Chester and tried to help him up.

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Tristan waited for an answer but being the impatient person she was, Tristan looked for another way in. Glancing around she noticed a window was open on the side of the house where the deck didn't reach. Without saying anything she dropped all her bags and lifted herself onto the deck railing and leaped the few feet to the open window. She grabbed onto the window still, now dangling several feet in the air. She lifted herself up and pushed her way in, punching out the bug screen and making it fall to the wooden floor along with her. Once her butt hit the solid oak Tristan quickly stood, ignoring the couple's bloodied bodies, unlocked the door. She opened the door and waved in Nox and Zero, grabbed the bags she dropped then quietly closed it.

"Alright just cause we have shelter now doesn't mean we can quit, you two start sorting the supplies we found, food, water, clothes, weapons, etc also try to find the keys to this place and get rid of these bodies, drag them to the sand and bury them so the smell doesn't attract any zombies. I am going to go check out the other part of the beach we didn't search" she order them, then dropped her bags. She grabbed a shoulder bag she found and put a bottle of water, two chocolate bars and her knife. Putting it over her shoulder Tristan grabbed her pick and went to leave. She stop though as she remembered what she had found and grabbed the hunting bow, pulled the shoulder strap over her body making the bow rest on her back. The hunting bow only came with 4 arrows attached to it and she hadn't found anymore in the store. " I'll be back just stay safe" she told them before leaving.

It took Tristan an hour to get to the other beach area but when she arrived she instantly noticed the sound of vomiting and a few zombies walking towards two men, one badly injured. The fat man was eating and hadn't noticed her yet but she noticed the shotgun at his side. She quiet snuck up on them and grabbed the gun, keeping it out of the fat man's reach. She didn't need him shooting it and making more noise, which she had noticed is what the zombie's were attracted to. She quickly drew her bow and shot the two zombies nearing them. She got a headshot on one but missed the other, the arrow embedding itself in the sand. She drew again and shot the other in the head. Tristan quickly gathered her arrows and went over to the injured man. "I mean you both no harm but you can't fire this, it will draw to much attention" she snapped at the fat man before flinging the shotgun at his gut, making it land in his lap. She then turned her attention to the injured man. She saw his arm was injured and well as his head and his shoulder was dislocated. She grabbed hold of his one arm, resisting the urge to puke, and pushed the bone back in and adjusted it so it was in the correct position. The man scream and Tristan quickly moved to his shoulder, popping it back into place. The screams of the man drew the attention of some zombies. "Grab him, we need to get inside" Tristan growled at the fat man before getting to her feet. She watched as the fat man lifted the injured one with difficulty and he followed her to one of the small beach stores. Once they were inside Tristan closed the door and pushed a wooden shelf in front of the door, making the small trinkets tumble to the ground.

"Gently put him on the floor" she commanded and the man listened, placing the injured man on the wooden floor. Tristan quickly went to the t-shirt section and grabbed a bunch. She took her knife from her bag and cut the shirts into strips. She went over to the bleeding man, bent down and started wrapping up his wounds. "This will do for now, I'll treat you better once we get somewhere safer" she told the man once she finished patching him up. Tristan then stood and did a quick sweep of the store, stuffing whatever of worth into her bag. She found a small shelve with Advil, cough drops and Midol. She stuffed it all into her bag but grabbed 3 pills of Advil and took her water bottle from her bag. She went over to the injured man and gently lifted his head. " Open your mouth, these pills will help with the pain" she told him. The man listened and she popped the pills in his mouth then made him drink some water. Once she heard him swallow Tristan placed his head down again and stood. She could feel her head wound start to make its appearance but she ignored it, more worried of the thumping on the blocked door.

"It may hurt like a bitch but we need to get out of here now"

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"Excuse me missy but could you please tell me your name? I mean you walk up on us, steal my gun, give it back, then start telling us what to do. The least you could do is tell us your name." He says as he begins to look out the window nervously. "It might help if I tell you my name. The name is Officer Issac Freemon." He reaches down to show the badge but it was gone. It could have been anywhere at this point. he reached into his box and pulled out a twinkie. "Want one?" He offered to the lady as he starts to enjoy one himself while looking out the window. His shotgun drew them closer. He let that sit in his head for a bit. He could handle that. It was something easy to deal with. That is if he can get his hands on the right tools. 20 shells. He has rounds, but he needs to manage the sound some how.