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Z. A.

Z. A.

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When the zombie apocalypse goes over the land, only a group of teens were left. Now their trying to survive the hell whole state of Illinois without being killed or turned into a zombie. (More Character Can Still Be Added)

5,991 readers have visited Z. A. since Rage&Pride created it.

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When a zombie apocalypse comes on to the united states, it takes everyone by surprise. Except, of course, for the teenagers. Teen's have been waiting for the zombie apocalypse for a long time. They always knew it was going to happen eventually. And now it has. But the teenagers couldn't save everyone, only their small group of kids from ages 11 to 18 and then the self-proclaimed leader of them who's 19 years old. Now, the group's just trying to make it past the apocalypse without dying or turning into a zombie.




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The face claims, names, and ages will be edited as characters are sent in. Some characters will have a pacific age or gender while others will not. It will be edited once that character is in.

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William Darnoi|Leader|19|Male|FC: Landon Liboiron|Taken
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Victoria Jones|Second In Command|18|Female|FC: Hayley Williams|Taken
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Devan Cary|Third In Command|17|Female|FC: Ksenia Solo|Taken
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Alicia Lochner|17|Female|FC: Emma Watson|Creation Of LightANDDark|DECEASED
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Zara Elizabeth Dawn|17|Female|FC: Jennifer Lawrence|Taken
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Jace Montgomery|17|Male|FC: Devon Bostick|Taken
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Dusty Cuddy|17|Male|FC: Alex Gould|Creation Of LightANDDark|DECEASED
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Rain Lang|17|Male or Female|FC: Logan Lerman|Taken
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Jamie Poole|13|Male|FC: Billy Unger|Taken
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El Jow|16|Female|FC: Malese Jow|Taken
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Jasmine Miller|13|Female|FC: Mackenzie Foy|Taken
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Avalon King|12|Female|FC: Elle Fanning|Taken



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These are extra characters that can be played or NPCs. The one's that are open will be NPCs if not submitted.

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Dodger|K-9 Unit Dog|Roughly 3 Years Old|By Ivisbo
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Ken Warren|US Military Sniper|28|FC: Jeremy Renner|Taken by boultinator93
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Zane Isaacs|Deceased|35|FC: Albert Wesker|Creation Of Dr.Isaacs'|DECEASED
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Gregory Weaving|Deceased|50|FC: Hugo Weaving|Creation Of Dr.Isaacs'|DECEASED
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Billy Hill|Bitten-Turned-Deceased|16|FC:Colin Ford|Creation Of Rage&Pride|DECEASED
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Aaron|Bitten-Shot-Deceased|10|FC: N/A|Creation Of DR.Isaacs'|DECEASED
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|The Zombies|All Ages|NPCs
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|Army Soldiers|Ages 18+|Open/NPCs

If you have anymore ideas to go here, let me know.


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  1. No godmooding, Mary-Sues, or Larry-Stews. If you want to kill someone, kill a zombie but make it realistic. You're not going to fight a zombie with out a scratch or getting blood stained or something!
  2. This is a literate RP. I want at least 300 words per post. I under stand if it's a little lower sometimes, but I still want around 300 words.
  3. Make stuff happen! This has zombies in it! If stuff is getting slow, make a group of zombies pop outa nowhere then start fending them off!
  4. Make drama. Drama good.
  5. That being said, make drama IN character NOT OUTA character. In character=good. Outa character=bad.
  6. I am GM, my word is law...OF DA WORD! WAHAHAHAHA! >:D
  7. When you submit a character to this RP, you are committing yourself to this role play. Don't make a character and then disappear or I'll just delete your character and reopen the space.
  8. If you're going away for a while, let me know either through PM or the OOC so I can make your character go missing in or something.
  9. When reserving a character, (1st part of password is a dancing GIF) reservations last 48 hours, that's two days. I'd like your character to be in sooner though because the sooner it's in the sooner we came begin.
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    2nd part of reserve password is a GIF of someone talking with the words on the picture please (they can be saying anything)
  11. Cursing is allowed.
  12. Romance is encouraged just no graphic sex please.
  13. This is a unlucky number.
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  15. Last but not least have fun and don't let this die! I spent a long time writing this and editing that picture up there, so please don't let this die!
  16. Have fun and enjoy internet people.




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Filled with failure, guilt, and vulnerability knowing she was going to be caught sooner or later. El sat staring at the front of the door long enough that it would pierce holes in it and hoping it would suck her out of the motel to freedom. "El?" a voice in the distance echoed through the hallways. No. No. No! Her mind chanted filling her body with fear not ready to get caught just yet. She tried using her knife and stabbing the floor to crawl up closer to the door out to freedom, but her ankle protested shooting up intense pain up her leg. An expression of desperation and hurt flashed across her face. I can do this. I. CAN. DO. THIS. Giving herself a mental pep talk and was about to try again when the "Oh-So-Perfect life" guy's feet showed up in front of her. No. I can't be. The realization of her death of impending doom was near, and she raised her knife still wanting to put up her fight.

The exact opposite of her impending doom happened when the guy greeted her politely, "Hello." Confused at the proper etiquette when greeting someone even when she had just thrown a metal shard just moments ago, Eleanor glanced up to see the guy raising his hands to show he, too like Devan, was harmless. While observing his appearance El found no evidence of a weapon to be found, she cautiously lowered her knife. First Devan now this guy. I probably didn't throw the metal shard into their skin deep enough or they're secretly made out of iron.

She stared up at him with a confused expression like a child has when they're being told they'll understand what a specific object or thing will mean when they're older. "My names William Darnoi, you may recognize me." He spoke motioning toward his bloodied ankle, making her roll her eyes. William. What a perfect sounding name for a guy who had an oh-so-perfect life. She thought bitterly, feeling a pit at the bottom of her stomach with guilt. "Hmm, I really don't remember you or your bloodied ankle which I totally haven't caused." Sarcasm rolling off her tongue. Sarcasm wasn't her best personality trait, it was probably in fact her worst but she couldn't help it. "I'm kidding. You should bandage that ankle quickly, it'll get infected quickly or you'll attract zombies or something." She stated jokingly.

"It's nice to formally meet you, your names El, correct? Sorry if we scared you. I'm guessing this is all your work, I mean the electricity and almost zombie free zone. My group and I are umm, just passing through we don't mean any harm or really mean to stay long. We're just planning on staying the night and leaving in the morning, I mean if that's okay with you of course." He rambled still raising his hands in the air like she was a ticking bomb about to go off any minute and stab him to death. Deciding he was completely harmless she stashed her knife away in her belt to make him feel safe. After a random thought, she impulsively decided to play a little joke on him. "We're actually pretty friendly." He added on quickly trying to convince her they're harmless too.

Raising an eyebrow at the comment, she correcting him harshly using her middle name, "Nope. You are absolutely wrong. My name is Avery. And the other Devan chick didn't have a very nice approach like you here." Continuing the act, she carefully shrugged off her backpack using her free hand and threw it on the floor without even looking at him like he was trash softly tsking. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You trespassed on my property and now you're asking for a night here?!" She laughed sarcastically while pulling out some bandages from her backpack. Then quickly bandaging up her leg deciding she could manage the pain for a bit. Using the knife again, she stabbed the wall and anchored herself up in a standing position noticing quickly she was extremely shorter than William adding on to her disadvantage. She bent down to shrug back on her backpack quietly groaning due to her ankle.

When bending down she noticed William's bloodied ankle causing her to fill with guilt and sadness. She swiftly picked up her knife smiling to disguise her guilt wanting to keep up her facade. El threw it up in the air making it twirl and making a rude bitchy expression when it landed in her palm. "A night?" Tossing her knife between her hands she stared off into the corner making it seem like she was thinking intensely about the decision. El glanced down at the knife one last time deciding it was time to end the facade and swiftly threw the knife closely next to William's face but not close enough to touch him. The knife loudly pierced the wall behind William, which marked the end of El's facade.

"Of course!! You could stay for however long as you like. Just as long as you guys don't kill, break, or annoy me. Sorry! Sorry! Sorry, if that little knife stunt or stunts scared cha. You guys didn't exactly bring a house welcoming gift." Eleanor smiled letting out hints of laughter holding a hand out, "Anyways, to formally introduce myself I'm Eleanor Avery Jow. You can call me El, Avery, Jow, or whatever pleases you. No negative things please."

Eleanor added laughing "If you haven't noticed, I have a bit of a thing for knives and doing little pranks. Sorry again. No hard feelings or do you want the fancy smancy forgiving stuff?"

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Character Portrait: Jace Montgomery Character Portrait: Devan Cary Character Portrait: Jasmine Miller Character Portrait: Victoria Jones Character Portrait: Jaimie Poole Character Portrait: William Darnoi Character Portrait: Avalon King Character Portrait: Zara Elizabeth Dawn Character Portrait: Dodger Character Portrait: Eleanor Avery Jow
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“Guys we're not getting revenge. And I'll be fine for the time being...I'll have Dusty look at it later, but first I... we, need to handle this."

Zara scoffed at Will as he took his typical diplomatic approach. She wasn't sure what was making her loose her normal stoic calm, maybe the drinking, more likely that this psychopath had just hurt the only people she had left to care about.

"The rational answer would to be just to talk to her. After all it looked like she had a pretty good aim and could have killed us, which she didn’t so she's probably not too crazy. Also if she wanted to scare us off it's probably means she's been here longer than us. Devan also said she was injured so it will be easy to talk to her so we should try, if it doesn't work out.....I'll let you guys handle it.”

“Damn straight you will,” she growled and followed her leader as he went after the girl. She tried to keep all thoughts of ripping the girls throat out where she stood. Will was right about one thing though. She did have fantastic aim and could have killed or at least more seriously injured them if she had chosen too. Zara swallowed the jealousy that rose in her throat. As much as it pained her to admit it, she liked being the best shot, the one with the best eyes. The idea of having a girl that might match her skill for aim both thrilled and terrified her.

She listened to the exchange between Will and the new girl with a cautious ear. More than anything she wanted to shoot the girl, not to kill but to show her what she had done to her group was not acceptable and that she was still the better shot. It wasn't like her to get jealous. She really needed to watch what she was drinking.

"If you haven't noticed, I have a bit of a thing for knives and doing little pranks. Sorry again. No hard feelings or do you want the fancy smancy forgiving stuff?"

Zara couldn't stop the hideous, mocking laugh that escaped her lips. She didn't have her bow raised but had it handy in case she needed to put an arrow in this girls shoulder. The thought occurred to her that she had never shot a living person before. She wondered exactly what her bow would do to them.

“Listen El,” She bit her name out harshly. “You don't get to just cast what you did aside. You don't get to pretend like hurting people is just a prank, something you can just push aside. This may be your property, but these people are mine. We have done nothing to hurt your hotel but you have hurt MY people. If you ever even look at one of MY people with a malicious intent. I will kill you.” She knew this was going to rile Will up and didn't care. Jace would probably even think she was a bit of a badass for doing so.

She looked as if she was going to leave it at that, but her pride got in the way. She shot an arrow by her head, just to show her that she was not a force to be reckoned with and with that she walked away, uncaring of what Will was going to say to her or what lectures she was going to receive. She would kill a hundred El's to keep Jace and Devan safe. Even if they could care for themselves.

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Tori was feeling rather left out. She could hear very little other than some raised voices and she was worried that Will or any of the others were hurt.

She could hear Devan in the lobby.

“Devan! Is everything okay? I am loosing my mind over here trying to figure out what is going on.”

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Character Portrait: Jace Montgomery Character Portrait: Devan Cary Character Portrait: Jasmine Miller Character Portrait: Victoria Jones Character Portrait: Alicia Lochner Character Portrait: Jaimie Poole Character Portrait: William Darnoi Character Portrait: Ken Warren Character Portrait: Zara Elizabeth Dawn Character Portrait: Rain Lang Character Portrait: Dodger
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Moon didn't seem care that Rain didn't like the motel and she silently refused his second offer to head back to the rest of the group. She opened a door to the of the many rooms in the weird building and stepped inside.
Rain was more of a 'stick with the group, without the group you're probably gonna die.' kind of person. Moon wasn't like that, obviously. Rain also had a suspicion every eight seconds that something terrible would jump out at them and they'd both would die a horrible death.
Rain followed Moon into the room and watched as she searched the place. "Are you sure you don't want to go back? There coul-"
"A shower! Hopefully these people left something wearable." Moon said excitedly as she handed him her gun and began digging through a woman's suitcase.
Rain sighed and looked around the room. It was ordinary... abandoned and a bit creepy, otherwise fine and had no dead bodies stuffed under the beds.
He looked back at Moon as she spoke, "Well, I'll be a quick minute. Pick something fun out." she ordered, then entered the bathroom.
Turning towards the second suitcase, Rain unzipped it and began rummaging through the clothes. This also counts as stealing. He thought as he searched for something suitable to wear. Whoever the clothes had belonged to certainly hadn't thought to bring anything other than shorts, t-shirts, and flip flops and didn't even consider that a seventeen year old would need them in a zombie apocalypse.
At least they were clean.
Rain chose the only things available for him, a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and no flip flops. The beat up shoes he was wearing were just fine.

After a few minutes of Rain searching the room again, Alicia stepped out of the washroom looking like she was ready to go to the beach.
In Rain's words -though he'd probably never say them out loud- she looked stunning.
"... It's all yours." Moon said as she walked away from the doorway and sat on the bed.
As he picked up his new set of 'stolen' clothes, Rain noticed the small bit of pink on Alicia's face. There was no way she was actually blushing, right? It was probably the lighting.
Rain decided he'd ignore it and headed into the washroom. It was nice, once again no dead bodies laying around. Plain and simple. He closed the door behind him then turned on the shower.
As he took off his clothes and stepped into the running water, all Rain could think about was how nice it was to finally get the grime of his skin and out of his hair.
It's nice not to smell like you just rolled around in a sewer.
When he was done, Rain turned off the water, quickly dried himself off, then put on his new clothes.
After a failed attempt to dry his hair, he gave up and left the washroom.

"Pretty spiffy, huh?" Rain asked as he walked up to Moon, a broad smile on his face, "We'll be the best looking ones in the group!"
In complete honesty, Rain felt like the new clothes were a few sizes too big for him. If he by any chance happened to stumble across a belt, he would take it no matter how much he hated taking things from the dead.

Because he acted like the guy who had a fear of disturbing the dead and honestly was, Rain zipped up both suitcases and put them back in their original places before switching his attention back to Alicia.
"If the others weren't wondering where we are before, I think they are now." Rain said, already opening the door. He held it open as Moon walked out and as she passed him, he added rather quickly, "You, uh, you look nice, by the way. The new clothes look good on you."
Although she'd probably freeze if there just so happened to be a massive temperature drop, Rain had to admit that he liked Moon's new outfit.

Until they found their way to the rest of the group, Rain remained completely silent. He had managed to give Alicia a compliment, which for him, was a huge accomplishment and as impressive Bayes' theorem.
When they got back to the main room Zara had just begun speaking and, hoping that no one had noticed his absence, sat down on the floor and listened like everyone else.
When she was done, Rain realized that they were sharing their pasts... what their lives were like before the whole zombie apocalypse and massive amounts of death thing.
"I was hoping you guys would miss me out but I guess it would be rude not to say something." The military man Ken announced, stopping Rain from wondering what he was going to share for his storytelling moment. Should he lie and say he wasn't a big nobody who's closest thing to a best friend was a girl who didn't even talk to him?
Rain forced himself to stop thinking and instead pay attention to Ken's own story.

When Ken fell silent, Rain took it upon himself to actually say something for once,
"So, I guess it's my turn." He said before letting out a nervous cough. Despite running for class president numerous times, Rain still failed at public speaking.

"Well.. I was originally going to be Ryan. Apparently."

"He's wonderful, don't you think?"
"Absolutely handsome, Isabella."
"He looks like you, Phillip."
"Nah, his eyes are too much like yours."

"He looks ugly." Rain said, staring down at his younger brother with a weird expression, "Why does he look like that?"
Phillip smirked, "You used to look like that, too. Small, ugly, and just a tad bit weird. Your mother thought about handing you over to the orphanage."
Rain's eyes widened, "Really?"
Isabella laughed, "No! Of course not! Your father just likes to joke, Rain."
Rain folded his arms, "You should have named him Cloud."
Both Phillip and Isabella blinked in confusion.

"You know, so we'd be Rain and Cloud. Get it?"
Isabella smiled, "Well... we were thinking about it. But just like with you, we changed his name at the last second."
Rain raised an eyebrow, "What was my name going to be?"
"Your grandpa really liked the name Ryan and for the longest time that's what we were all planning to call you. Your aunts and uncles already made cards and blankets and everything with the name on it." Phillip explained.
"So why'd you change it?"

"You're brilliant father spelled Ryan wrong."



"And then there was this one time I tried to ditch Jonah in the park..."

"I'm telling you, Phillip, he was going to leave Jonah there!" Isabella said in a frustrated voice, "Why would he do that? It's bad enough that he doesn't even make an effort to socialize, but trying to get rid of his brother? Phillip, I'm telling you there's something wrong with him!"
Phillip put his wife's hand in his, "I think he was just trying to bond with Jonah, Isabella. The park is a fun place for kids! He meant well."
Isabella glared at him, "He did not mean well, Phillip! There's something wrong with him! Why don't you care about that?"
"Because it's nonsense!"

As his parents argued about whether or not their son was crazy, Rain listened from the living room.
'If we don't do something, he'll end up insane!'
'Why do you insist on making it look like he's the bad one?'
'I don't trust him around Jonah, Phillip!'
Every word they shouted at each other had it's own little place that would be stuck in Rain's memory. It was like they didn't even care that he was only in the next room over and could hear every word, they just continued shouting.

Finally after a good thirty minutes of listening to their endless arguing Rain got off from the coach and walked into the kitchen. The moment he entered the room both parents immediately dropped what they were saying and looked at him.
"...Hey, buddy." Phillip said slowly.
Isabella just shook her head.
Rain looked at them through stinging eyes, "I'm sorry." He choked out, then left them alone to go to his room.
"Bud, wait!" Phillip called, but Rain was already halfway up the stairs and didn't turn around.


After that I just... tried not to get them mad again. The whole Jonah and the park thing was a huge mess up on my part, and from them on I tried to never do anything like that again. I even tried to impress them by running for student body president when I was fifteen."

"I decided that I'll run for student body president."
Phillip looked up from the newspaper and at his son in surprise, "...That's a big responsibility, buddy. You sure you're up to-"
"Yeah, positive. Plus, I already found a few people who'll vote for me. They're getting tired of Marcus being elected every year." Rain said as he sat down down at the table.
"Where's mom?"
"Taking Jonah to day care."
"Oh."
Phillip lowered an eyebrow, "What?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to tell her."

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"You, running for student body president?" A girl named Ashley asked, a look of disbelief played across her face.
Rain nodded, "Yeah, I-"
"Look, Rain. I'm sorry, but the only thing you're president of is the Spaghetti Club and that's only because Darcy moved away. Just give up." Ashley said, a small bit of sympathy was actually in her voice.
"I'm actually really trying to-"
"Drop it, Rain. Both Marcus and Gina have you beat."
"This is really impo-"
"You're not gonna win."
Ashley walked away with her words still hanging in the air.

Even trying to be something, Rain still found himself as just the president of the stupid Spaghetti Club. Which reminded him, he really should have that closed.

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Fling.
A celery stick went flying past him.
Fling!
Oh, look. A superman carrot stick flying to save the poor celery.
Whack!
And the evil pizza slice doesn't fail to attack the back of Rain's head.

"Can you stop throwing-"
Fling!
Another celery stick flies past Rain, hits the wall with a small thud, then drops to the ground.
"Marcus that's not funny."
Marcus, who was a lot taller and a grade older than Rain, looked back at him innocently like he hadn't done so much as to even touch a piece of celery, carrot or pizza. "I wasn't doing anything, Lang."
Rain sighed, "If you could just stop-"
Whack! Another carrot stick comes flying at Rain, except this time the difference is that it actually hits him in the face.
Marcus laughed, "You need to work on your reflexes. You're a bit slow."

After the fifth celery stick went flinging past him, Rain got up from the table and ate the rest of his lunch by his locker.
The basement wasn't bad. It was empty, stuffy, and only had one air vent, but otherwise not bad.
Rain had actually tried to get a
good locker in the beginning of the year, but thanks to his luck the sheets had gotten messed up and Rain's main floor/right by the fountain locker had gone to some other guy while Rain had gotten stuck... well, here.

So much for the student body president role.

"And to save everyone's time, I'll skip two boring years and go to the day when the disease hit my town."

[i] "Rain, you're mother and I are going out for lunch." Phillip announced as he snatched his car keys from the kitchen table.
Rain didn't look away from the TV, "Have fun."
"You have to watch Jonah."
Rain picked up the baby monitor from the coffee table and waved it in the air, "You can count on me, dad." After a few seconds of silence he added, "You can tell mom I won't go to the park."
Phillip sighed, "She's over that, Rain."
"Hmph."
"Please just check up on Jonah every half hour?" Phillip pleaded as he walked towards the door.
Rain turned off the TV and turned around to look at his father, "Dad, we'll be fine."
Phillip fumbled with the keys, "It's just, there's been these weird warnings all over the news about people-"
Rain got off from the couch and put a hand on his dad's shoulder, "We have the big bad and scary Maya to guard the house, dad. No one's getting in."
Phillip nodded, "I'm worrying over nothing."
Rain smiled, "Have fun."

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"I don't care what mom and dad say, you're still ugly." Rain said as he walked away from Jonah's bed where he was sleeping. It had been exactly two and a half hours since their parents had left.
Normally it would take an average person only an hour or so to order and eat lunch, but for the Lang's it takes no more or less than three hours exactly.
Pretty impressive, them being able to manage their time like that but still can't get out of bed on time.

With still a half hour left, Rain lay down on the couch and closed his eyes. He'd sleep the time away.
Or, that was his plan.
Not even a minute after Rain's eyes closed he heard a frantic scratching at the door followed by multiple whimpers and whines.
"There's a dog door, Maya. Use it." Rain called.
At the mention of her name, the dog's whining grew louder, then she yelped, and suddenly it was quiet.

Too quiet, actually.
For some reason the silence bothered Rain, it was just... silent. Completely. Opening his eyes, Rain once again got off the couch and walked over to the front door.
"You're not allowed in the house but I just want to make sur-" As soon as he opened the door Maya shot past him and bolted into the kitchen.
Rain closed the door and curiously followed her.

"Maya!" He called, "You know you're not allowed in there!" He walked up to the golden retriever and immediately noticed something different about her.
He didn't know what set it off, but somewhere in Rain's brain Maya didn't look right. There was something that was just a bit too... odd.

And then she attacked him.

Growling and snapping at his legs, Rain tried to get her to calm down for atleast five minutes using dog treats to bacon strips to king size squeaky toys. It took Rain longer than usual to figure something out. Maya was seriously trying to hurt him.
"What's wrong with you?" Rain snapped as Maya stalked him from the other side of the couch. He, not being very brave to begin with, was on the near edge of having a heart attack.
And then he clued in.
The warnings in the news about people going... well, cannibal crazy. It was some sort of disease, wasn't it? Rain hadn't even thought if any animal other than humans could get it.
But there was only one solution, he knew that.

Running to the dining room, Rain picked up a chair and charged towards Maya.
"I am so sorry, girl..."

Rain shuddered. His parents had bought Maya when she was a puppy only a few months after Jonah was born. Although Rain had been slow to like her, the dog had grown on him and she was finally just learning that bedrooms were for people and not pets.
Killing her, even in the state that she was, had been terrible.


Right after Rain was certain that Maya wouldn't be making an unexpected visit, he ran upstairs to his brothers room, took Jonah out of bed and put him on the floor for a second.
"Where are you going?" Jonah asked tiredly, "Rain?"
"On a trip." Was Rain's reply.
"Where?" Was Jonah's question.
Rain looked out the window and was horrified by the sight, "Uh... where would you like to go?"
"Home!"
Rain took a few pairs of Jonah's clothes out of the dresser and quickly folded them so they would be easier to carry.
"How about we go see mommy and daddy?" Rain suggested, making sure to grab Jonah's favorite stuffed toy hippo as well.
"Mommy!" Jonah shouted with glee.
"And dad."
"Daddy!"
"Let's go." Rain picked Jonah up of the floor while still holding the extra clothes and toy hippo.

"Is that Maya?"
"Yes."
"She's sleeping?"
"She's very tired, yes."
Jonah blinked, "She come too?"
"No, she can't."
Jonah looked at Rain with a sad expression, "But she'll get lonely!"
Rain sighed, "Dogs don't get lonely." He said as he opened the door leading into the garage, "Besides, if wants to visit, she'll find her own way to us."
"Okay."

Rain's parents had taken Phillip's truck, which was good because Rain was best at driving Isabella's car. He took the keys of the hook, opened the door, strapped Jonah in his car seat, closed the door, and then got in the drivers seat.
His brain was set on panic mode and in complete honesty, he had no clue what he was doing.
As soon as the car started up Rain was out of there in less than two seconds, much to Jonah's horror.

In five minutes, they were at the restaurant.
Ten minutes after that, Rain was back in the car driving with blood splattered clothing and on the verge of crying.
"You okay?" Jonah asked.
"Fine." Came Rain's mumbled reply. Because killing the people who raised him was absolutely, fantasticly, wonderfuly fine. Seeing them attack everyone they saw... and the dead look in their eyes when they stared at him...

"Where are we going now?"
"To get groceries."
"Why?"
"We need food, Jonah."
"Mommy buys food."
Rain parked the car and took Jonah out of the car seat, "I know. But she can't right now, so I am. You're coming with me."

The following thirty minutes where complete hell which consisted of Rain almost losing Jonah, Jonah almost losing Rain, both of them getting chased by a god awful infected creature, and Jonah witnessing Rain stabbing that god awful infected creature with a curtain pole until she no longer moved or made a horrific moaning sound.

Back in the car, Rain cried.
He had killed three people plus one dog in one day. All four had tried to kill him first, but taking four lives was still taking four lives. Two had been his parents, one had been his dog, and one had been some random lady that still had a life before she turned into... well, whatever she was.
And Rain still had no idea what had exactly happened.

"Rain... you okay?"
Turning backwards in the seat, Rain nodded, "I'm fine, Jonah. What about you?"
Jonah looked at him with weary eyes, "When do we see mommy and daddy?"
Rain sighed, "Soon. They're a bit busy right now."
Jonah nodded, then yawned, and closed his eyes, "Okay."

After starting up the car again, Rain drove around for a bit and watched others flee the town. Good for them, they knew what to do in this situation. They probably had some place to go.
Rain didn't know what to do. Rain had no place to go. Rain glanced in the mirror and saw Jonah sleeping.
Jonah had no place to go either, which somehow made everything seem a whole lot worse.
And then, a miracle.

While driving around Rain spotted Mrs. Vandize, one of his neighbors, loading countless items into the back of her truck. Parking behind behind the vehicle, Rain scrambled out of the car and ran up to her.
"Mrs. Vandize!" Rain said in relief, a smile on his face, "You have no idea how glad I am to see you. I need help."
Mrs. Vandize, with her long face and dull eyes, gave him a sad look, "If you want hospitality, I can't help you."
"What about my brother? Can you help him?"
"Jonah?"
Rain nodded, "Please? Mrs. Vandize I really need this favor from you, he does too."
Mrs. Vandize nodded slowly, "I'll take him with me, Rain."
Rain felt like hugging her, "I-..Thank you!" Was what he settled for.

Quickly taking Jonah and his car seat out of the car, Rain returned to Mrs. Vandize.
"Where are we going now?" Jonah asked, watching Rain curiously.
"You're going with Mrs. Vandize."
"You come too?" Jonah asked.
"...Later."
"When?"
"When I can." Rain promised.


"So, long story short, I was a goody-two-shoes student who had dreams of going to Harvard. And then my dreams were brutally crushed." Rain finished, glad to be done with the public speaking. Re-telling his life made Rain realize how incredibly boring he was. Literally, he had done absolutely nothing except have high hopes and say his brother was one ugly little kid.
He had also made a false promise.


(OOC: I ended it here because... wow is it long. I'll fast forward to present time in another post)

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"Nope. You are absolutely wrong. My name is Avery. And the other Devan chick didn't have a very nice approach like you here." El, no Avery said throwing her backpack on the ground. Will instinctively flinched, his hand drawing near his crowbar until he watched her pull out bandages.

Raising an eyebrow he tried to regain his calm composure, it didnt seem like something Devan would do, approach someone in a manor like this Avery chick was describing. But then again the girl had thrown a medal shard in her ankle, Devan had the right to be pissed off as did Will.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You trespassed on my property and now you're asking for a night here?!" The girl laughed sarcastically making Will re-think his statement about her not being crazy. She quickly bandaged her leg making Will self-consciously shift his weight to his good foot.

"We're really sorry." Will tried again trying to throw an apology in his sentence without sounding like he was pleading. He just needed to gain common ground and talk her down he reminded himself watching her as she played with her knife.

" A night?" Avery looked in deep thought, only giving Will a split second to breath before she glanced down at her knife and threw it.

It flew past Will's head the sound of the knife cutting through the air echoing in his ear as it passed before it landed safely in the wall behind him.

"Of course!! You could stay for however long as you like. Just as long as you guys don't kill, break, or annoy me. Sorry! Sorry! Sorry, if that little knife stunt or stunts scared cha. You guys didn't exactly bring a house welcoming gift

"I think I just saw my whole life pass through my eyes." William muttered before taking the girls hand and offering a smile of his own.

"Well glad we're on the same side now," Will said hoping she wouldn't pull the same stunt, again. As she had just done with him, because it certainly wasn't helping her case.

"Anyways, to formally introduce myself I'm Eleanor Avery Jow. You can call me El, Avery, Jow, or whatever pleases you. No negative things please. If you haven't noticed, I have a bit of a thing for knives and doing little pranks. Sorry again. No hard feelings or do you want the fancy smancy forgiving stuff."

Will's eyebrows furrowed as she continued speaking, so her first name wasn't Avery.

"As I said before I'm William, but you can call me Will. It's nice to formally meet you Eleanor. And there's no hard feelings, I don't need any apology, I understand we were on your territory and you didnt know if we were dangerous, but I'm not the one you need to worry about forgiving you." Will finished casting a glance over his shoulder at Zara.

"Well come on time to formally introduce you the rest of the group." Will motioned her to follow him offering a reassuring smile to put her at ease.

Zara laughed making Will stop in his tracks.

“Listen El, you don't get to just cast what you did aside. You don't get to pretend like hurting people is just a prank, something you can just push aside. This may be your property, but these people are mine. We have done nothing to hurt your hotel but you have hurt MY people. If you ever even look at one of MY people with a malicious intent. I will kill you.”

Will's eyes widened and he looked over at Zara, just in time to see her shoot an arrow at El's head just missing her. With that she walked.

Will knew he should stop Zara, scold her for what she had just done and pull her to the side later and explain to her the danger she could have just put the whole group in. But the pain in Will's ankle was getting the best of him and the little bitterness he had towards El kept his mouth closed.

After a few moments of just standing there he coughed before motioning her to continue following him. Opening the door he held it open for the walking death thrower and quickly introduced her to the group.

"Everyone, this is El. I expect you to be nice to her." With that Will plopped down on the nearest chair and lifted his ankle to look at it.

Sighing he held onto the metal object and swiftly pulled it out, biting his lip as he did it so he wouldn't cry at the pain it had just caused as more of it shot through his leg. Tearing off a piece of his new shirt he wrapped it around his bleeding ankle, deciding on just saving it for Dusty to look at.

Where were he and Billy anyway, they were the only ones who hadn't shown up for the meeting. William thought glancing over at the door.

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In response to El's little joke, she had gotten a threat and an arrow flying past her head by some random chick from the "lame survival group." From Frank Sinatra's singing to an arrow whizzing past her head, today had been the most eventful day she had since her dead best friends in Kentucky.

Will responded back at her joke, "As I said before I'm William, but you can call me Will. It's nice to formally meet you Eleanor. And there's no hard feelings, I don't need any apology, I understand we were on your territory and you didn't know if we were dangerous, but I'm not the one you need to worry about forgiving you. Well, come on time to formally introduce you the rest of the group." Hearing a laugh interrupting William, Eleanor looked up from Will to see an outraged chick that had been the conference room.

"Listen El. You don't get to just cast what you did aside. You don't get to pretend like hurting people is just a prank, something you can just push aside. This may be your property, but these people are mine. We have done nothing to hurt your hotel but you have hurt MY people. If you ever even look at one of MY people with a malicious intent. I will kill you.” El's eyes glistened with guilt while listening the outraged girl's rant ignoring what Will had just said about meeting the group. MY PEOPLE. MY PEOPLE. MY PEOPLE. The two words echoing in her thoughts as if her mind was a cave and the girl was yelling into it. El frowned at her thoughts feeling worst and worst by the minute.

She has people she cared about. Maybe they cared for her too. At least. She. Had people. Pushing her sorrowful thoughts away, El opened her mouth to respond but an arrow flew past Eleanor's head interrupting her. It landed right behind her and the outraged girl stomped away. You'd think a normal person would flinch or yelp at a flying arrow advancing towards them, but once again El isn't exactly "normal." In fact, the first thought she had was "Good aim" standing still while staring at the girl with amusement. Although El was impressed, she was pissed off that El had spared the girl's ankle but the chick still had the nerve to shoot an arrow at her. Eleanor did slightly "injury" them for a joke, but she could've thrown knives at all of them and ended their life right then and there.

The girl was extremely outraged at her prank, she would be too. Except, the girl threatened her life if she even looked at them, Eleanor wouldn't go that far in threatening people. Watching the chick stomp away, Eleanor analyzed the girl's threat to her. My choice of people weren't very good then. You would kill me if I looked at them again with bad intentions. Who would kill another person by just a look they did. Hmmm..Maybe enough if she had a soft spot for one of them. El glanced over to Will eyeing him up and down. Could it be Will? Could it be Devan? Or could it be that other lame guy. Or maybe the girl was just outraged I hurt the people in the group in general. El ended her analyzing/over-thinking moments just in time to hear Will awkwardly cough motioning for her to follow him. Sliding on back her backpack, she slowly followed William absentmindedly.

El froze in her steps when she they were a couple feet away from the conference room. You're fucking kidding me. Recalling back to what Will had said, she realized he was going to introduce her the "lame survival group." Yanking out a gigantic knife from her backpack that was sticking out for easy excess and her gun on her belt; El walked a couple steps back bracing herself nervously for what to come. William not noticing she hadn't followed him all the way, opened the door and introduced the group to her. Then sat down at one of the chairs bandaging up his ankle with a piece of shirt he tore. Shaking her head at the sight through the door, she stepped right in front the door to where people in the room could see her amused to see their reactions. El gripped her knife prepared to stab someone in case someone was going to jump out at her and start stabbing her eyes out for what she did.

"I'm Eleanor Avery Jow. Call me El, Eleanor, Avery, Jow they all work. Bitch doesn't." El introduced herself with her signature line adding in the bitch part. Avoiding eye contact El stared at the door in front of her. "Anyways, you guys have ONE NIGHT. Sorry for the metal shards. I wanted to pull a little prank to scare you guys away. Unfortunately, you guys didn't leave. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. I thought you guys would be one of those extremely scaredy cat survival groups like in the movies. Sadly, just a lame survival group. Kidding. Kidding. Kidding. I won't be bothering you guys anymore..unless you piss me off again." El smiled at her little quirky joke ignoring the fact they may just attack her that instant. Always adding in her spice of sarcasm and dash of jokes to lighten the mood no matter the situation. El had lowered her knife but was still gripping her knife and gun tightly feeling a bit nervous for what to come. Mustering up her braveness, she look away from the door toward the group shyly. Meeting people wasn't always El's thing, adding in the fact she threw shards to three people in the group didn't help El at all at the moment.

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Ken didn't really listen to the rest of the stories after his own, his mind was full of different thoughts, he couldn't get the memory of his friend Lance out of his head and on top of that there was someone out there, some crazed butcher of people. Kens mind was a mess at this point he wasn't thinking straight at all. Then out of no where a smash of glass, Ken quickly grabbed his rifle looking around the room he couldn't see anyone and then objects started flying low across he room, Ken was lucky not to have his leg ripped by a piece of shrapnel.

Ken quickly looked down to the bottom of the walls and there was an air duct. Ken almost opened fire and was ready to put as many holes in the air duct as he could. However Devan decided she would crawl into the duct herself, Ken couldn't believe what she was doing, it was idiotic, she didn't really know who or how many people were down there. Ken kept his rifle trained on the duct just in case someone came back through. All he could think that the culprit could be was the person who left the bodies in the dumpster. Kens head was becoming more messed up as things kept going from bad to worse. Eventually someone entered the room, it was Devan. Ken was happy she was okay but was angry at the same time because she just left without thinking. She mentioned some girl called "El" who was the culprit. Ken was filled with anger that someone just attempted to kill him and the others.

Will then started to speak about not getting revenge. What was he thinking, someone just tried to kill them and in turn had already done some damage, even to Will himself. No. Ken wouldn't let this go so easily, if he got his hands on this person they wont know what hit them. Ken followed Will out of the room. They got to the entrance of the motel. There she was, this "El" Ken wanted to put a bullet right into her skull there and then but Will started to speak to her. What was he thinking, there was nothing stopping her just killing and already injured Will who would still be feeling the effects of booze. This girl kept going on about "her property" maybe thats what happened to the people in the dumpster, maybe they came here and met a horrible fate. Ken didnt trust this girl, she was bad news. Then a golden moment came from Zara, she wasnt taking any shit, it almost made Ken smile when she fired and arrow near her. It was that sort of attitude of Fuck with me or my friends and you wont live long. Ken loved that. El started trying to give ultimatums about having one day to leave. Ken almost pulled the trigger there and then, nobody gives Ken ultimatums. Ken knew he could kill this girl right now but he respected the rest of the groups wishes, but this wasnt over he was going to find out who she was and if she knew what happened to the people in the dumpster.

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Devan looked over at Tori with a slightly raised eyebrow at the girls frantic question that would translate to what the hell is going on? After letting out a sigh, of needing to explain what was going on, Devan slowly, not wanting to explain shit again, said "Some girl came in through the air vents shooting pieces of metal at me, Will, and I think Jace got his too. Long story short, I was being an idiot and went in after her and now I'm back and Will, Zara, and Kenny-boy went after the chick." Devan explained, slowly yet nonchalantly, just as Will came back to home base with the others, El following close behind.

Devan raised her hands and placed them lightly over her ears and looked at the ground as she listened to Will and El's muffled voices of introductions and ground rule of only being allowed to stay one night. She was just plain tired of introductions and the like. That, and her head was starting to hurt, but she was able to easily push past that and get on with everything. First thing's first, she had to get something that will at least help her fight past the pain in her back that she could honestly say was her own fault. Standing up from the chair she sat in, she walked over to the chair she sat in earlier, before all the food and metal shards. Reaching down to her bag, she reached in and pulled out her last bottle of tequila before taking a big swig of it then placing it back into the bag. Devan then made her way over to the picture El had knocked down before and carefully picked it up and looking at it.

Meanwhile, Dusty and Billy were by themselves in a hotel room. The perfect combination, right? They were just finishing up their showers, Dusty was now waiting on the bed in the room waiting for Billy to come out of the shower so they could head back to the room. Billy, though, was getting completely distracted by the big piece of missing flesh and muscle out of his forearm revealing a nasty sight of gross blackish-red goo and purple-red veins that were dripping blood. He knew then and there he was defiantly going to turn. And not in as many days as he thought. More like soon. Very soon.

Out of all the shitty things he's done in his life, this is possibly the worst. He's 'put birds out of their misery' with a stone to the head. He ran over a kitten with his bike and not just once. Multiple times to make sure it was dead. He even tried drowning his twin brother once when they were kids and went to the pond because Josh had caught the turtle Billy was after. He even stuck a firework in a turtles shell that still had a turtle in it and lit the firework, of course this was with his friends influence, but Billy liked it nonetheless. But out of everything he could have done, he's going to end up killing at least one of the group members who so blindly took him into the group.

Billy, thinking it would actually help the situation by punishing himself, closed his eyes as he stood in the shower and slowly yet hardly pushed his index finger into the middle of the bite. It hurt as fuck. You wouldn't even be able to imagine. It stung and twitched, he even lost feeling in the hand on the forearm of the bite. He keep pushing in the hole in his arm, his muscles twitching and aching every millimeter. After feeling something hard, Billy gasped and quickly snatched his arm up, pulling his finger out of the bite. He looked at the bite just in time to see the muscle go back together slowly and cover what was most likely his bone.

Billy was breathing heavily now, he didn't know what to do. He felt like he had just saw his life flash before his and at the same time he felt like he'd just seen an unreal entity. He felt like he knew how those poor people in every horror movie felt after the were almost killed by the goddamned thing that's killing them all off. Or better yet he felt like the poor people in the horror movies who always end up seeing their best friend all bloodied up and ripped to shreds. He felt like that black chick from Freddy Vs. Jason who had to give Jason mouth-to-mouth so he wouldn't drown. He felt like all those people in the Scream movies who found out who the killer was. Hell, he felt like Kirby Reed from Scream 4 when she saves Charlie's ass then he goes and stabs her out of nowhere.

He head twitching sharply to the left, Billy stepped out of the shower and threw on the clothes, happy to see the shirt still covered up his bite. But something was coming through the sleeve. It was blood. But not our normal red blood. No, this was aged blood. The type of blood that you'd see tearing out of the eye sockets and dripping out of the nose and corner of the mouth of none other than a person. A dead person. A nasty black-red blood. Looking up, Billy looked in the mirror and was horrified at what fast him. The face of a dead boy. His eyes were blood shot and yellowing. His mouth had a black-bloody color instead of pink. His skin was a pale yellow-green color and his veins were darkening. He knew what was happening. He was turning. No, not just turning. Turning. The breaking point basically. He was at that point, the point before a person turned completely insane.

Knowing he was probably going to get killed by the group after going after the group, Billy didn't want to go without giving back the switchblade Devan had gave him. Taking a breath, Billy opened the blade, looking at it with a look that resembled puppy-dog-eyes. He glanced up at himself in the mirror, he shook his head slightly before letting out a breath once more. Then, without a second thought, he jammed the knife into his side and twisted it a couple times before looking back at his reflection. He didn't feel a thing. Not a thing. Hopefully, once he was completely turned, the knife in his side would slow him down some.

Deciding he might as well leave the room, not thinking about Dusty's safety, or anyone's safety, as usual. As he exited the bathroom, he saw Dusty stand from the bed, a wide grin on his face. That was until he noticed the way Billy looked. Then that grin wiped off his face completely. "I-I'm-m-m S-sorr-r-ry-y." Billy said, his words dragging out without his knowledge. At that, Dusty walked up, tears in his eyes, and they hugged. Hugged. The most dangerous thing they could have done. Hell, the dumbest thing anyone could have done. But, Billy liked it. He wanted to smile and hug back, but it was too late. All he managed to do was peck Dust on the check, back by his ear, before he completely turned. Well, he wasn't completely gone. He could still think and feel emotions and all, but he couldn't control himself. He could yell for help, for someone to come and save Dusty. He couldn't do anything. He was a prisoner. A prisoner of his own body, as cheesy as that sounds.

In less than a second, Billy bit down hard on Dusty's neck. His teeth pushing in with no mercy until he bit down all the way and pulled his head up, pulling a big chunk of Dusty's neck out while pushing him down to the ground and straddling him. Dusty was crying and screaming and screaming the whole time, trying his best to push Billy off of him. But every thing Dusty did, just got another bit from Billy. Eventually, Dusty gave up and went quiet. That's when Billy torn out his stomach with his own zombiefied hands. Though Billy was completely horrified at what he had done, he realized just how easy it was to kill a person with your bare hands. After a while of the zombiefied Billy raffling through Dusty's inners and making a complete mess out of him, he stood and left the now dead Dusty on the ground, his blood and guts literally all over the place, then out the open door Billy went, and he went to the place where the noise was coming from.

Meanwhile, after Devan was finished looking at the picture of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of the Mona Lisa and setting it down, she took a seat on the ground next to the pile of glass. Mumbling "I hate glass", she one by one picked up one of the bigger pieces of glass and threw it against the wall, well enough away from the group to not hurt them, yet close enough for her to actually hit it and hear it shatter, like there hasn't been enough shattering today. After a couple of nice sized pieces were brutally thrown against the wall, Devan just stopped and stood up and glanced over to the kids. Her eye widened as she saw none other than Billy. In bloodied mouth zombie mood. As soon as she saw that, she pointed at him and said in her normal loud mouthed voice "Zombie-Bill!"

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It all happened so fast. First Devan's reply and then out of no where zombie Billy came out of the room, switchblade in his side. She knew Devan could take care of herself and ducked inside each of the hotel rooms to grab the kids. First was Avalon, the girl was just coming out of the shower when Tori put her fingers to her lips in a sign to stay quiet. She grabbed the girl by the hand and quickly darted to the next room. She did this room by room until the only child left was Aaron.

Zara heard the commotion but the alcohol swirled her in her brain, mixing with the anger from her confrontation with El. She tried to run down the hallway to Devan but found herself stumbling a little. This is what she gets for trying to enjoy herself, for goofing off. She was supposed to be trying to keep these people alive and she could barely make it down the hall way in time help Devan. She heard a gun shot from down the hall.

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Tori had sent all but Aaron back to the conference room. She quickly pushed herself through the door to the room Aaron was in and froze. Dusty. He was hunkered over a whimpering Aaron. Dusty had been missing most of the day.

“Is he okay?” She asked Dusty. It didn't occur to her right away that Dusty had probably been with Billy. That there was a good chance that Dusty wasn't actually helping Aaron. The thoughts went through her head to slowly. She pulled her gun right as the sickening chomp filled the air. Aaron screamed and Tori fired her gun.

Dusty fell to the ground in a sickening thud. She ran immediately to him, noticing the bite from his neck she shot him again, just to be sure. Aaron was crying now and Tori bent down to look him over. The bite was prominent against his pale flesh, bloody and mangled. His arm was gushing blood. She ripped the sheets off the bed quickly trying to make a tourniquet. As Zara barreled in the door.

“What happened...” She cut off at the sight of Dusty's head exploded against the hotel floor. A slow moan escaped her lips. Someone had lied to them. They had been bitten. There were no zombies in the hotel. Someone came in infected.

“Dusty...” It pained her to speak his name. She let out a slow sigh and came back to reality, watching as Tori frantically tried to tie up Aaron's arm.

“Was he...?” Tori shot her a glare that told her to shut up. Zara complied. Once Tori was sure that the boy's bleeding had been stopped she stood.

“Aaron, I'll be right back okay. I have to get some more supplies.” She grabbed Zara by the arm and took her outside the door, shutting it behind them.

“Dusty got him.” Tori choked out the statement. “I was too slow...” painful tears welled up in her eyes. He was a kid. A child. She was there to protect the kids. She had failed. Zara stared at the ground, not knowing how to comfort the red head in front of her.

“What are we going to do?” Zara asked slowly. Tori let out a slow sign through her teeth trying to keep the tears from falling. She was stronger than this. But damn it.... this was a kid.

“He's going to turn soon. The bite is deep. I've seen lesser wounds change someone within hours. We need to talk to Will.”

“I don't think there is anything to talk about. Our options are to leave him here and let him become a monster or to put him ...out of his misery.” Zara gave Tori a hard stare. Tori knew she was right. But he was a kid! He couldn't have been more than five or six. How could anyone here live with the death of a child on their shoulders.

“You're right... but I can't ask anyone to do that for him. We are barely older than kids ourselves Zara.” Tori gave her a motion to hang on and went to find Will.

She found him, tears clinging to her eyes as she tried desperately not to let them fall.

“Will!” She ran to him, needing some sort of comfort, even if it made her seem weaker than normal. She loved kids, this was tough stuff.

“Dusty's dead. I had to put him down.” The words croaked out of her, her normally stable voice cracking. “But.. He got Aaron. Aaron has been bitten.”

Zara watched the display and knew what she had to do. She was the only one who could. This was her fault. Everything was her fault. If she hadn't been drinking, if she hadn't been so stupid she would have been ready. She would have thought to look for Dusty. No one would be hurt especially a kid. A kid that looked to them for protection. Zara bit her lip in anger to the point of drawing blood.

“Tori!” She called out to her. Tori turned to look at her. “I'll do it.” Tori shook her head.

“Zara I can't ask that of you.” Tori responded knowing what the girl was implying.

“You're not asking. I am telling you. I'll do it.” Silence filled the room as the weight of what Zara was talking about settled in.

“But I can't use my bow...” she said finally, her voice getting small and weak. “The arrows won't pierce a human skull. It only works on the dead because the bones have deteriorated. I don't want him to suffer and I don't want to use my machete.” She took a long breath, blowing a stray curl out of her face.

“Can I borrow your pistol?” Tori's eyes did swim over then, silently and slowly the tears fell. She had failed them and now Zara was going to have to clean up her mess. How would her group treat her now that she had let someone die. Let two people die, one of them being barely a kindergartner. Wordlessly she handed Zara her pistol from the holster on her thigh.

“You don't have to do this.” She said again.

“I do. I can't let him suffer, I can't let anyone else get hurt.” What buzz that had tried to linger was gone now. She was as sober as a judge. She took the gun in her hand and resisted the urge to flinch at it. She hadn't held a gun since her incident. Since she was Aaron's age. She could almost feel the vibrations of the power at her finger tips as she held the machine.

She had been around guns her whole life, her dad being a marine and all. This was different. She could be around them, but holding one made her both feel empowered and terrified.

Zara made sure the safety was still on and stuck it in the top of her pants. She took a deep breath and headed for the door, trying not to think about that day so many years ago when she swore to never pick up a gun again.

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So, this is what it comes to? This is what happens when you allow someone into your little group? Before anyone knew it, three of the original group was gone, and two of those three were new. And it was all because some dick decided he wasn't going to tell the group he was bitten. But, who would? Hell, nobody! Nobody would say 'oh yeah, by the way, I was bitten by some rabid homeless guy who looked like he was already dead!' No! No one what so ever would say something like that. And yet, when someone does it to there own group, the group is sure to be upset with the now undead Billy who had Devan's switchblade stabbed into his side.

Sick bastard.

He obviously didn't think about the work Devan is going to need to go through to get that damn thing back. But, if it was him that put it there that was, he wanted to return it. Those this way is just messed up. Supposedly, she could do a little fighting and yank the blade out of his side, stick it in his skull, and kill him that way. But she's still a little too beat up for that kind of shit, so she has to do it all another way. She'd shoot him. But her gun, that she hardly ever uses and frankly doesn't even remember where she got it, is in her bag which is...somewhere. So, she'll just have to impro...

Wait a minute. What's this?

Moon had come out of nowhere, her pistol in her hand. She walked right up to Billy, ready to end this all. Billy launched at her in a surprisingly fast jump. It was probably due to the effects of being bitten and being able to go so long due to the small level of immunity in his blood. But, of course, the group wouldn't no this and probably never would. They would, however, figure out it was Billy who was the first to be bitten in the first place, if anyone gets the guts to examine the bodies that is.

Billy stuck Moons hand, the same one holding the pistol, deep into his mouth and bit down. Just as he did, Moon pulled her trigger and a bullet went clean through Billy's spinal cord, killing him intently. Knowing she was bit, and was obviously not going to live, Moon walked off and went into one of the hotel rooms. Devan heard the gun shot and knew exactly what happened, as will the others eventually. Moon had ended herself, not wanted to cause anymore trouble with someone else killing her off. After the slight shock of all that just happened, Devan ran over and yanked her knife out of dead Billy's side and ran off to meet the others.

She came to a seen of...saddened chaos. A state she knew was to come sooner or later. At fist, Devan didn't know what was happening, but then she got the gist of it. Dusty had been bitten, by Billy most likely, and Dusty had bitten the new kid, Aaron. And now someone was going to need to put Aaron down. And who else was going to step up but Zara? To Devan, it almost looked heroic. But she knew this was obviously going to be a hard thing to do. She fought the urge long enough. Devan ran up to Zara and hugged her. She didn't cry. She didn't make a joke. She didn't even look the other girl in the eye. All she did was say:

"After you do this, please don't give up."

Devan just thought that if anyone of them ever had to do something like this, they'd end up giving up. After all that, Devan finally went and sat down and waited for whatever shit was going to happen neck.

"Let's hope this isn't our last supper."

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"I hope that was the right thing to cut." (DECEASED)

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"I can't find my mommy? Will you help me?"

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"Don't kill the dog!"

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"Oh, well then. That there's a zombie."

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"What? Zombies? Oh, alright then." (DECEASED)

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"No, I'm not bitten..."

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Devan Cary

"Oh, well then. That there's a zombie."

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Alicia Lochner

"What? Zombies? Oh, alright then." (DECEASED)

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Jasmine Miller

"Don't kill the dog!"

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Dusty Cuddy-Wilson

"I hope that was the right thing to cut." (DECEASED)

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Avalon King

"I can't find my mommy? Will you help me?"

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"Oh, well then. That there's a zombie."

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"What? Zombies? Oh, alright then." (DECEASED)

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William Darnoi

"Nice to meet you."

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Dusty Cuddy-Wilson

"I hope that was the right thing to cut." (DECEASED)

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Jasmine Miller

"Don't kill the dog!"

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Billy Hill

"No, I'm not bitten..."

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Maybe it could be revived somehow

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Just popping out of no where, to ask. Has this RPG officially died? I'm sad to see sucha good role-play die off.

-Cindy.

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Haha yeah, truue truue, XD welp, can't wait to see it!

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I'll try to write something tomorrow that just jumps him in. I feel like catching up would just be boring for you all to read and I would probably mess something up haha.

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Last I remember, he was in the conference/lunch room room pouring alcohol on his ankle.

That sounds really weird...

But, haha, yeah, that's the last I remember.

Maybe he can be Super Jace and go be emotionless with Zara.

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Okay, I really really want to reply, but Im not exactly sure where Jace is at the moment :( I lost him in the hotel and I can't figure out his position in the RP.

Help?

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Alrighty! Thank you, by the way. Now, to get my zombie on. I'm gonna try and make this post seem as epic as epically possible!

Nortion! Ring the bell! *A lisping hunchback looks up to The Master* [i]Yeessss maaassster.[i] *He staggers across the room to a large rope that reaches up into the tower to a large brass bell. Jumping up, he grabs the rope, pulling it down and letting out a awfully loud ring* **DING! DING! DING! EEEEEEKKKKKK EEEEKKKK!!!** *As the ringing continues, the louder the sound of vampire bats can be heard. One swooshes in from a window and hoovers next to The Master then transforms into Count Rossoff* "I vant to sock your blood! Vava-Va!" *Count then goes avtor...err...I mean after The Master, but before he can even get in a bite to the neck, Koolaid Man came bursting through the wall.* OH YEAH!! *Koolaid Man then turned into none other than the Wolfman.* RAR! RAR! RAR! HOOOWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!! *The Wolfman and Count went into a bloody battle, but stopped too short to see The Master being bitten by a Zombie. The Master, now the Head Zombie, ordered Count and Wolfman out before staggering over to a large mechanical machine. They sat down on a stool. The machine turned out to be a overly made computer. They went straight to the best thing to go to now that they were, indeed, a zombie. He went to Zombie Apocalypse and began typing the next post.*

Damn. And to think I could have spent a whole 10+ minutes writing an actual post for the RP rather than writing this whole thing that basically has me (The Master, obviously) going into Zombie Mode. I like old Halloween legends and such oh too much.

I'll go and actually get started on that now ^-^ Let the Zombie Lords be with you!

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Aaron had just been bitten (Thus Zara's outbreak)

Dusty had been Bitten by Billy

We had no news about Moon yet

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Awesome! I'll go see where we left off and see what I can make happen! Question though because I honestly don't want to go and read through some of the posts: Who exactly did we kill so far? I'm pretty sure we left off with Dusty dead but is Billy dead yet? And is Aaron bit yet? And did we get Moon bit yet?

Just want to get this all clear so I can make mine as clear as possible. I feel likes it's been fo'ever!

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Still here fyi

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We were waiting for Brace to post for will, but now, honestly, I don't know where anyone went. Maybe if we start posting & stuff again, people will come back. I can work on a random ass post to send the ball rolling again and while I'm at it I'll edit the front page with the characters who have died off now which is Billy, Dusty, and Aaron I think...Imma need to snoop thee internet (AKA Google) for a pic for Aaron. Is Moon dead yet? I don't know, I'll make a DECEASED pic for her while I'm at it just because.

Ehh, but, yeah. Hopefully people come back now that Halloween is right around the corner and that means the zombies will be rising.

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Hey guys! Just randomly popping in to ask, is this roleplay still going on and we're just waiting on people to post? ORRRRRRRRR yeah. ;D

-Cindy.

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It's alright, we're just all dying of anticipation. But, yeah, take you're time. *Please, don't take me seriously.* Can't wait to see it!

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Hey sorry I haven't posted, but I will try to soon.

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@Brace Awesome! Can't wait to read it! Nighty-nighty, don't get bitten by a zombie tonight.

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Okay I will be posting in the morning (or when I wake up :p) until then goodnight. Peace.

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Stuff is HAPPENING!!! *arms flailing*

*Cough cough* Anyways...me read thee post Shadow & damn, shit be happenin'!! It was fine, & me can't wait for other peoples to post so more stuff can happen! :D

& @Ivisbo Yo, foo'! Where da hell ya' been!? XD Jkjk....anyways, it's aight, We won't fo'get'im. Haha well, can't wait to see what you come up with. :D

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Okay my post is up. I figured I would let anyone who wants to kill zombies and react to Zara's decision post before she goes through with it.

Also I hope it didn't seem like I am dictating the story. It was the only way I could figure out to get Aaron bitten since Tori was standing guard.

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So I miss you all immensely, but first week of college is kicking my ass. I apologize for my horrible posting ability...don't forget Jace? I'll have something up by this weekend and get him caught up for sure, I just need some freeee timmmme. He will be back to his dick-baggering attempt at 'cool'ness soon! >:D

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Ahhh so I just found out that it never posted my giant ass post that I tried to post yesterday. Umm going to start over but if someone wants to post first go ahead