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Harley Cooper

Call me crazy... But I'm glad it happened.

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a character in “Zombie Nation”, as played by mjolnir

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N A M E
H A R L E Y - C O O P E R

N I C K N A M E S
H A R L
C O O P


A G E
2 7

G E N D E R
F E M A L E

S E X U A L I T Y
H E T E R O S E X U A L

R O L E
T A N K
C L O S E - M E L E E - C O M B A T


S O N G S
B L A C K - B E T T Y || R A M - J A M
B A T T L E - C R Y || I M A G I N E - D R A G O N




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H E I G H T
5 ' 6 "

W E I G H T
1 3 0 l b s

S K I N
P A L E - I V O R Y

E Y E S
G R E E N

H A I R
S H O R T - B R U N E T T E

M A R K I N G S
T A T T O O S
    Tallies on her right wrist
    Roman numerals on the back of her right shoulder
    Black Ops unit symbol on left bicep

S C A R S
    Several cuts all over her torso
    Cut down right side of her bottom lip

N O R M A L - A T T I R E
Black T-shirt
Shoulder gun holster
Corset with varying weapon and ammo holsters
Knee high combat boots
Gauntlets
Leather fingerless driving gloves
Knee length trench coat




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Harley has a problem being open with people. It's nothing personal to them and she doesn't hate people or anything, just with her past profession she was disciplined into not being close with anyone, even though she wants nothing more than to have friendship. She just doesn't know how to act around people anymore. She doesn't talk much and tends to do what needs to be done. Even though she doesn't seem like she likes people, she would sacrifice herself for anyone in a heart beat. She feels that everyone has more purpose than she does. She would run right into a hoard of zombies to distract them while others got away. That's why she's the tank. Death and Zombies don't scare her, what scares her is being alone and watching everyone else die around her. Harley also has extreme PTSD so certain situations trigger it in her, and she mentally shuts down going into a state of shock. Harley uses sarcasm and humor to hide her problems, but sometimes does it in a rude and unthoughtful way to keep people at a good distance from her. She thinks that she is a magnet for death, and believes that if she gets too close to people bad things will come to them so she comes off reserved and cold.



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L I K E S
Weapons
Fighting
Sarcasm
Whiskey



D I S L I K E S
Outgoing/loud people
Being alone
Zombies
Government



F E A R S
Seeing loved ones die
Causing someone's death
Getting too close to people
Being depended on



T A L E N T S
Shooting
Knife throwing
Close quarters/melee combat
Intimidation



W E A K N E S S E S
People skills
Selfless
Hothead
Impulsive
PTSD




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Harley was the typical bad girl of the town, always getting into more trouble than good. Even getting in juvy a handful of times by the time she was 17. So it was no surprise that she dropped out of High School and left town the second she turned 18. She continued making bad decisions, and when one almost got her arrested she decided that she needed to find some direction or she'd end up dead before she was 20.

With no other choice, Harley decided to enroll in the Marines hoping to teach herself some discipline. What she wasn't expecting was to find her niche there, quickly ranking up and becoming one of the highest ranked women in her Platoon. She was gifted in the ways of combat unlike over half of the men she fought beside. One of her favorite things was sparring with her fellow Marines that were practically double the size of herself. It was always a fun way for her to earn some quick cash from bets while making the men look like wimps in front of all the other guys. One night, caught wrestling with some of her comrades her general showed up stating her to join him for a private consultation. But what he really wanted to talk to her about took her by surprise. She was chosen to be part of a secret Black Ops unit contracted to travel abroad and seize terrorists or potential threats.

She was part of that unit for over 3 years, fighting along side of her 4 other companions. They were very successful but unfortunately their triumphs were known by none and could not be celebrated due to their secretive nature. But someone on the wrong side had found out about them. And one night Harley underestimated the enemy, and the miscalculation caused the death of her closest friend before her eyes. Seeing that traumatized her so severely, she began to suffer from PTSD and had to retire from the unit and move back to town.

Since then she has felt very lost and out of place not being out in the field. The only thing that truly made her feel happy was combat, but more importantly, fighting along side her friends. But after the incident, getting close to anyone terrified her. She didn't want people entrusting her because she feared that she would cause more death if people trusted her. So Harley kept to herself, moving into the shitty apartment above the Grocery and working in the Hardware store. She continued to live a mundane life, being friendly to her neighbors but ultimately going home to her empty apartment and her dog, wasting away. That was until they came.... Now, she has purpose. Now she has something to fight for.




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W E A P O N S

2 Smith & Wesson Model 460V

Dual 12 Gauge Sawed-Off Double Barreled Shotguns

2 Machetes

Throwing stars

Climbing ice picks




O B J E C T S / S U P P L I E S

First aid kit

Flash light/Batteries

Canned food

Blankets

Tent

Crowbar

Matches

Flares

Gasoline






F A C E - C L A I M || M I L L A - J O V O V I C H C R E A T O R || S C A R . - H E X C O D E || # 8 3 7 A 2 3

So begins...

Harley Cooper's Story

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9 Hours until the Apocalypse

With it being a slightly warm day, Sarah left her window open a little so that the cool air could circulate around the room while she got stuck in her book about far away lands with Dragons, Lords, Ladies, Kings, and Queens. Most the time she wished she was apart of their world, because life in the mundane world was just uneventful unless you had the cash to actually enjoy yourself more often.

Considering others lives though, she was grateful, and lucky to be able to have the one that God had gifted her with.

Every night before bed, her mother would make sure that her little Angel had said her preys, and brushed her teeth before tucking her away for a hopeful nightmare free sleep. Those days were gone though, along with the stories that her mother told her before sleeping. Now Sarah had night terrors occasionally with the event of losing her mother so suddenly.

A knock echoed through her bedroom door, causing her to peel her eyes off of the page she was reading. "Sweetie, it's dad. Your dinner will be ready shortly, and your Grandma's come to visit you." Sarah hadn't seen her Grandma May in a couple of Months with being busy at school, then college, but she knew Sarah still loved her. She'd call her everyday on the house phone, and that made her happy enough.

After placing the book mark into the center of the pages she was on, she closed the book, and placed it onto her white bedside table before climbing off of her bed, and placing on the fluffy deep purple slippers that her grandma had brought her last Christmas. She loved Christmas with her family, but she wished every time that her mother could be there hanging up the tree decorations with her like she used to. After quickly wiping under her bottom eyelids, she headed out of her room with a thin cardigan on that was comfy to sit around in. She'd much rather laze around in her Pj's, but she had so much to do this afternoon. Once downstairs, and once she entered the Kitchen/Dining-Room, her grandma couldn't believe her eyes.

She was welling up with joy, causing Sarah to smile with gentle furrowed brows as she admired her grandma who was heading over to her with her aged hands reaching out to cup her Grand-daughters face. "Oh, Sarah.. you're growing into such a Beautiful woman. Your mother would be so proud, and you look just like her when she was your age." Sarah could feel herself tearing up again at the thought of her mother, and how she looked, how she smelt, and even the way she held her in her arms like a Guardian Angel. Now she was a Guardian Angel in Heaven. Even her father looked a little upset at the mention of his wife, so he diverted his attention to setting out the dining table with their Lunch. "Thank you, Grandma." Sarah hugged her gently before kissing her cheek that still felt soft for an old lady, and then helped her Grandma to her chair at the table.

"So how's your training going, Darling?" Her dad asked her as he placed his mother-in-laws food in-front of her, then handed her the cutlery. Sarah wasn't sure anymore if the course she was taking was what she still wanted, but the training was good. "It's good, I'm definitely a lot better now." That's what she thought anyway. "we'll do some later once I've taken your grandma home. Unless she wants to stay here for the night?" Grandma May shook her head gently while sipping on her soup. "I'd rather be in my own bed tonight. The girls are coming over to take me to Bingo." Sarah chuckled. "Still hoping to win Ten million that you almost got, huh?" She couldn't believe they had almost been rich, and then their worries about payments on their home, and other bills wouldn't have to be worrying anymore. "You betcha. We'll get it one day.. you'll see." Sarah smiled before glancing once to her father, then down at the food she hadn't managed to touch just yet.

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Harley felt so completely out of place being back in this small town after being gone for a decade. It wasn't surprising to her that absolutely nothing had changed, but honestly going back to the normal was probably the hardest thing she could manage. The normal and mundane was never the life for there. That's why she always was in trouble as a teen and left as soon as she possibly could. But this time she had no choice. Doctors orders they said. She sighed with frustration as her hands white knuckled the porcelain sink as she tried to steady her breathing. She didn't want to take the blasted medicine. She wanted to get better on her own. But every time she went without it she could feel it creeping up on her, looming over her like a demon.

Giving up with an aggravated grunt, she flung open the medicine cabinet, grabbing the little orange prescription bottle and popped the cap. Tipping the container out into her hand, the last 2 pills rolled out onto her palm. She sighed, "Damn... Need a refill." She tossed the pills into her mouth, then stuck her head under the sink to wash them down. As she exited the bathroom she tossed the empty medicine bottle into the trash. She never thought she'd have PTSD... and she definitely never thought it'd be this hard to make it day by day.

Harley looked up at the clock, muffling a curse as she grabbed her purse and headed out of her shitty apartment that sat above the old general store. She didn't think to or care to lock the door. She honestly had nothing worth stealing in her place, plus it's not like anyone could get away with theft in this small shit hole anyways. Bouncing her way down the stairs, she rounded the edge of the building and started walking down the main street towards the Hardware store. It was a shitty job, but not many places around here were hiring. But she was glad the place was never that busy, she didn't know what familiar faces she could handle seeing on a regular basis. Being submerged into an ordinary life after everything she had been through is difficult, and a challenge not most people understood.

DING DING The entrance noise rang as she walked in through the entry doors to the store. It was a little mom and pop shop, cute and quaint. They also didn't ask too many questions. It also helped that the owner was in Nam so he knew the struggle, and tried to help out when he could. Even though Harley didn't really know how to thank him, she appreciated it. Without a word, she walked to the back and clocked it, before grabbing her work apron and making her way out onto the floor. Working kept her mind busy, so she was always willing to work late or over time because it was the only constructive thing she was capable of.

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08 00 HRS REMAINING

Dinner had gone extremely well with her family, but now she just needed some time on her own. She headed back to her room after spending some time with her Grandmother first, then headed upstairs to get comfy on her bed with the TV remote in hand. She pointed it at the red light while pressing one of the remotes buttons, making that red light turn to green which made the TV to jump to life.

It wasn't long before her phone began to buzz on her bedside table with an alert of a text message, so she paused a movie she had found randomly on netflix, and scrolled through her phone to read whatever the message was, and who from. It was her best-friend Chad. He had been out of town for a couple of months for his work, and was now inviting Sarah for just a couple of drinks. He'd make sure she'd get home safely by ordering a cab for the both of them, so he'd pay for the fair of course, because her house a couple of blocks away from his own.

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Hi, Chad, it's good to hear from you again. How was work? - I was thinking about having a night in with Netflix, so.. how about you hang out here instead? I got beers for us."
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It didn't take him long to reply with a "Yeah, sounds awesome. I'll be over in an hour. Jumping in the shower real quick." She placed her phone back onto her bedside table as she got comfy again, watching some of the movie she had picked out. She had almost fallen asleep when she heard her father calling her from at the bottom of the stairs. With a groan, she got up, and headed to her bedroom door to peek her head out.
"Yeah?"
"There's a young lad at the door asking for you"
"He's my best friend. Let him up, dad. Thanks."

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Harley becoming restless very quickly, went and found a broom in a back closet. Keeping herself busy, she began to sweep the store. Unfortunately for her the store isn't very big so it didn't take that long for her to clean the floors. Occasionally she had to stop to help a customer with finding something stupid that they should know where it was. This was the only Hardware store in town, and most people who shopped here were regulars that still didn't know where things were. She found it humorous the obliviousness of some of the town's people. How hard can it be to read signs? She couldn't decide if the slowness of the shop that day was a good or bad thing. But because it was such a small town she didn't think anything of it, but in hind sight maybe she should have.

Harley was thankful when her boss came to tell her that she could go on her break. She wasn't very hungry but she was in some need of quiet and fresh air. Walks always seemed to relax her, and she needed that because she could feel her meds wearing off. That reminded her to direct her walk towards the Pharmacy. When she reached the glass door, she pulled on the handle. To her dissatisfaction, the door wouldn't open. She read aloud the hours on the door, "Saturdays... Closes at 6pm." Raising her right hand, she looked down at her watch. She sighed and rolled her eyes when she saw it was nearly 7. "Dammit," she whispered to herself.

Throwing her head back with a sigh, Harley slid her hands into her jean pockets before turning around and heading back to work. She was so lost in thought she hadn't noticed how cloudy the sky was getting. But the loud boom of thunder quickly drew her attention towards it. Not a moment later, the sky opened and released a down pour of rain on the town... and Harley. She found no need to rush back to work since she was drenched within seconds.

Finally reaching the store, she walked inside. Her sneakers squeaked on the tile floor as she made a drip trail towards the back. When her boss saw her, he said she could go home to get a change of clothes but she honestly had no desire walking home to get more wet just to get fresh clothes. She didn't have much longer at work anyways. After clocking back in she made her way to the front of the store where she saw Ms. Lockwood, the resident naggy old lady. That women had an extreme distaste for Harley due to her less than noble past. The rumors of her being medicated didn't help that at all. The woman raised her nose in a disgusted manner, asking in her usually snobbiness, "Is it raining dear?" She rolled her eyes at the question, ignoring it because she knew the woman was just trying to get a rise out of her. She quickly rang out Ms. Lockwood. As the woman headed towards the door of the store, reading herself to head out into the rain, Harley said, "No umbrella? Aren't you worried you're going to melt?"

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Motel Room


Outfit
Casual


Hexcode
#0B9903



08 00 HOURS REMAINING




Derek awoke to the sound of his own head pounding. His room was always dark so he didn't fully register what time it was. He just got up, turned the lights on, and went to his closet to get dressed since he practically fell asleep naked. Derek did everything slowly out of fear he might throw up all over his floor. He barely remembered what he did just that he took some pills and got wasted right after that but most of the party was a haze. Of course Derek's cure to a hangover was to get himself not sober. He grabbed and bottled of whiskey and poured some of it into a coffee mug before brushing his teeth and dumping on cologne so he wouldn't reek.

Derek walked, or stumbled, out of his room and made his way outside. The motel was a mess but they had the cheapest rates and turned their heads to Derek's 'activities'. He looked a bit out of place from the way he was dressed and the cowboy hat didn't really help but Derek wasn't gonna let that stop him from being overly proud of his southern roots. He tipped his hat at an attractive young woman which earned him a nice giggle before he continued walking. He debated driving to his supplier tonight but he was in no state to drive. At least Derek was somewhat smart. He decided to pay a visit to his old babysitter instead since her job was near by.

He stumbled through the doorway of the door and couldn't help but laugh when he nearly knocked a stand over. He may have had whatever was leftover in his flask on his way here. He spotted Harley and called out to her loudly just in case she tried to ignore him. "Well if it isn't the prettiest southern belle in the whole store." He said charmingly and took his hat off to make a bow. "You're dear old friend, Derek, is in need of a loan because money's been tight, you see. And I just know you'd help out someone that's like family." He put his hat back on and gave her his best grin. "So what do ya say, Harley?"

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07 00 HRS REMAINING

It had already been an hour since her friend had turned up to hangout at her place, and they had already had two beers each as they watched the new Mad Max movie. It had good reviews, so it was worth checking out.

"So how was work? did you manage to visit lots of places on your travels?"

"Yeah we did, it was awesome. We had to go to London for an entire week."

Sarah had always wanted to know what it was like there, especially since she had heard that mostly every English person was polite, and friendly. Even if you were a stranger passing in the street, people would politely smile at you, and sometimes even say, "Good morning." or, "Hello." Chad was definitely lucky. "I want to go there one day." she saw her friend smiling, so she smiled too, but frowned slightly as she gave him a questionable look. "I'll happily take you one day. All I have to do, is get permission from my boss, and if not!? well, I'd still invite you anyway." Sarah grinned at that.

Meanwhile in San-Francisco

Somewhere in the city, a homeless man was searching through the trashcans that sat in the public central park of San-Francisco. It wasn't cold luckily, so living on the streets during spring wasn't so bad for the homeless at this current moment. But still, no-one should be homeless, yet it happens. Just as he had sat down to eat, a crazed woman was making her way down the dark alley. She seemed distressed, scared, and looking back every couple of seconds as if she was worried of being followed. The homeless man had watched the entire scene unfold in-front of his eyes as he remained hidden in his boxes that were built for his home against the wind.

Everything had happened so fast. A man came out of nowhere, aimed his gun at the woman, then continued to shoot her multiple times in the chest, causing her to hit the ground in seconds. She looked sick, just like the same sickness that had appeared on the news in some other state, but it hadn't reached this part of town yet, therefore it wasn't even on the news..

yet.

The homeless guy couldn't believe his eyes.. he had either drank too much from his whiskey bottle that was wrapped up with a brown paper bag around it, or this really was happening. The woman who had been shot not too long ago, had began to get up from the ground slowly, with her eyes glazed over like she was blind. The homeless man remained quiet as possible, because something told him that nothing good could come out of this, especially since he had sprained his ankle earlier from looting, so running was out of the question.

The shooter had stupidly come back to the scene to put the woman into the back of his car, just so he can get rid of the body, but when he saw her actually moving with the bullet wound still in her chest where her heart would be, he realized something was definitely not right. She lunged at him when she got the chance, and began taking huge chunks of flesh out of his face while he was screaming, his blood just squirting out of him as this thing mutilated the right side of his face. He tried to push her off of him, but she was much too strong.

The homeless guy was now petrified, because once the screaming had stopped, he assumed the man was dead, especially since he could now here munching, and crunching sounds. He didn't dare to look, the smell was just as bad. He just had to remain quiet, then it will go away once its had its fill. Hopefully.

Sarah's House

The movie had finished, but the second they had gotten back onto the normal TV, the channels were interrupted by the news: The News Broadcast

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Harley eventually ran out of things to do at work due to the fact that no one was coming in that day. With a sigh she sat behind her register and pulled out her World War Z book from her purse. She opened to her book mark and began to read with only the sound of the thunderstorm in the background.

She hadn't really been paying attention to the condition of the weather once she got completely engrossed in the book. She continued to read until she heard the bell ring to the entrance. She looked up from World War Z to see Derek stumble in, almost knocking over a display. She sighed, raising her hand up to face-palm, shaking her head. She stood up, walking around the counter while holding her place in her book with her index finger. "Well if it isn't the prettiest southern belle in the whole store. You're dear old friend, Derek, is in need of a loan because money's been tight, you see. And I just know you'd help out someone that's like family. So what do ya say, Harley?" As she closed in towards Derek, her boss came walking up to the front of the store, not looking very pleased. "Sorry Mr. Johnson. I'm taking care of it."

When Harley reached Derek, she reached up with her right hand to grab him by his ear and drag him towards the entrance. She released him when they were by the doors. "I'm gunna kill you." She smacked the back of his head with her book. "You can get me fired stumbling your drunk ass in here." She made a disgusted face when she smelled his breath... Or was that his B.O. Either way, he reeked. She sighed, raising her free hand to rub her temples, "Look Derek. The only money I have, I'm saving to refill my meds." That was the truth, but she also knew the reason he wanted money and because of that she wasn't going to give any to him. Even if he was the only person like family to her these days. Looking him over she frowned slightly. "You're still living in that Motel aren't you?" She sighed, "Well not anymore. You can't live in a Motel forever. And considering your parents are... Well... Not here. I'm all you have." She scratched her head, not able to believe what she was about to say, "Go home. Get some sleep. And when I get off I'm coming to get you and you're going to come live with me."

Just as Harley was turning him around and pushing him towards the exit, she heard the TV alert noise on the shitty old TV that hung off the wall near the registers. Her hands were still grasping at the back of his shirt, so she tugged him with her. She watched in disbelieve at the announcement, glancing back and forth from the TV to her book. This isn't serious is it? When it ended, she was speechless and just looked over at Derek. It wasn't a minute later that her boss showed up looking absolutely terrified, "Go home... I'm closing the store and... Well I don't know but I don't want to be here." She didn't know if she really believed the news broadcast but she wasn't going to leave it to chance. She reached out to gently grab her bosses forearm, "Be careful... Get somewhere safe." He nodded his head towards her, "You too Harley."

Harley didn't hesitate to hurry around the counter and grab her purse, shoving her book in it before walking back over to Derek. "You're coming with me." She grabbed him by his hand and lead him out of the store. She couldn't risk assuming he was following her so she just pulled him behind her. She hurried them down the street until she reached the door that lead to the small staircase up to her apartment. She threw open the door, and pushed Derek onto the couch. She was having a hard time wrapping her mind around any of this but better safe than sorry. She quickly made her way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with a variety of mystery ingredients. She returned to Derek, holding the glass out to him. "We need to get you sober. So drink up." She headed towards her room, but turned back towards him as she was halfway down the hall, "Just don't ask what's in it."

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04 00 HRS REMAINING

She couldn't believe what was being said. The dead are coming to life!? no.. this has to be a prank some how. Clearly it had to be her dad, because he enjoyed a good prank from time to time, especially when he had them really planned out.

"This can't be happening, right? call someone you know, Chad, see if it's on their TV too."

He did just that, and it was on their TV. So this was the real deal, and not a joke. The Government wouldn't pull something like this, because it would cause panic for no reason. But there was definitely going to be people worrying about their families now, and how they were going to get somewhere safe. This was like they were stuck in some nightmare that they couldn't get out of, except this was no dream, this was reality.

"This can't be happening.. my family aren't even in town. They're in New York. It mentioned New York, right?" Raven didn't even have to answer, because Chad knew it already, he was just trying to avoid the truth, and hoping that he was wrong, that he had heard the news wrong. He threw his hands up into his hair in panic. "My Nan's gone to Bingo tonight.. I gotta warn dad. We gotta go get her. She won't survive a day." Sarah was panicking now too as she rushed down to her father with Chad. They told her father everything, and he thought it was a prank too until he turned on the TV to find that every station had the same alert. "Pack food, water, and everything else you can carry in a rucksack or something, anything that might help us. We gotta head to the mountains. Make sure you pack warm clothes, a tent, and anything else that will help us survive."It would make sense that her dad would know what to do, he used to be in the Army. They took weapons, ammo, and other essentials for their trip. They had no idea how long they were going to be gone for, and luckily they had no pets to lumber round with them in a time like this.

"Why can't we just come back here? there's an attic we can stay in."
"We don't truly know how many of them things are out there, and with not being far from the main city? I'm pretty sure the Government will order a nuke attack as a last resort. We're not sure if that blast will be out of range here. We can't risk it."
"But, dad, this was mom's home too. We can't just abandon it.. she--"
I KNOW, SARAH! he yelled. He didn't want to, but the subject about his wife was too delicate for him still. I know.. but she would want you, and I, to be safe." he was right, the house wasn't more important than their lives. She got her stuff, and followed her dad out to the car to get it loaded, then turned to Chad. "You coming with us?" She hoped he would, but he had to get to his own family. "No, I got to get in touch with mom and dad. Go with your dad.. I'll be okay." Sarah hugged him tightly to her as a good bye, and then pulled back from him gently. "Take care of yourself." "You too." he smiled a little before heading off in the opposite direction, and She got into her fathers hummer before they headed to where her Grandmother was going to be for the night with her friends.

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03 00 HOURS REMAINING




Derek would've tried to retaliate going anyone else, but never Harley. Especially considering his ear was still soar from her dragging him to her room. He sat on her bed and kept quiet the whole time. He drank what she told him to drink and watched TV with her. It made him think back to the days when he was younger and she was just his babysitter. Now she's taken it upon herself to act like his slightly abusive older sister. Derek could never fight back with her. He never admitted this but he actually saw some of his mom in her and that's why he couldn't bring himself to ever fight back.

Though it was never beneath him to steal from her...

Derek waited forever for the perfect moment. He waited until she finally got up and went to the bathroom and Derek moved quickly. He grabbed her stash of money knowing exactly where it was and dashed out the room before she even had the chance to turn on the sink. He had a world of pain coming for him but she'd understand. There was no way for him to stop this.

He walked outside and the place looked like total chaos. Derek didn't really understand what was going on but he still grabbed his keys and drove to his suppliers place only to find it empty. Empty of cash at least. There was still a decent amount of drugs remaining and Derek used the opportunity to grab as much as he could along with booze before high tailing it out of there back to his motel room.

He locked himself in his room and opened up a bag of white powder. This one was one for consumption instead of snorting it like usual. He down the drugs and nearly finished a bottle of jack when he turned on the tv to see the news. Something was going on but Derek was too stoned to fully understand.

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Once in her room, Harley didn't spend much time gathering the essentials: weapons, clothes, first aid and anything else that she think could come in handy. With the supplies gathered she shoved them into a couple duffle bags and carried them back out into her living room. The second she noticed that Derek was gone, the bags fell from her hands as she shouted, "FUCK!" She angrily pushed her hands back through her hair, taking deep breaths and trying not to freak out. She tried to wrap her mind around where he could have gone and then it clicked. She ran over to her hiding spot where she kept her secret stash of money and cursed under her breath when she saw it was gone, "You son of a bitch." She kicked the wall before storming back into her room. Harley quickly changed her clothes in combat ready attire, with gun holsters on either thigh.

Angry, Harley walked out of her apartment down to her old pick up truck. She tossed all her extra weapons and the duffles into the bed of the truck before sliding into the driver's seat. Just before driving off, she pulls out her phone and dials Derek's number. The phone rang and rang until his drunken voice mail played. She scoffed at the message until she heard the beep signaling that it was ready for her to speak. "You little piece of shit! I swear if you ever steal from me again I'll kick your ass so bad that when you wake up your clothes will be out of style!" She took a moment to let herself calm down, "Look just get yourself out of there ok? I'm going up into the mountains... I saw some cars heading that way earlier. If you're smart you would meet me there before it's too late." With that she hung up, threw her phone into the passenger seat and drove off.


Harley pulled her truck into the area at the top of the mountain where a few other people had been congregating. She parked her car near the road, just incase she had to make a quick get away. She sighed as she shut the engine off, glancing out the window towards the other people in the area. After taking a deep breath, she opened the driver side door and hopped out of the truck. She moved around towards the bed of the truck, removing her trench coat, tossing it over the side of the bed before clipping her car keys onto the belt loop of her shorts. She then lowered the tailgate, and stepped up into the bed of her truck and began rummaging through the large amount of supplies she had in the back.

"Ah ha!" Harley said it more to herself rather than anyone else as she found a small bag hidden by the others. She opened it to pull out 2 large Bowie knives, holstering them with her belt against her lower back. But that wasn't the target of the search for she reached into the bag against pulling out a water bottle and an apple. She bit into the apple to hold it in her mouth as she zipped the bag back up. She was about to take a seat when a thought hit her. She opened the back window of her truck and leaned in, turning on the radio. Although it only blasted the same nonsense that played on the television, she thought it may be helpful incase any information changes.

She sighed that it was the same annoying message but she didn't really know what else to do. She didn't blare it, just kept it to a low hum so she'd be able to tell if anything changed. Harley then walked to the end of the bed of her truck and took a seat on the tailgate. Once situated she took a bite of her apple that she was holding in her mouth. Then followed it up with a drink of water. As she ate she couldn't help but glance around at the few others that had been up there. It was hard to miss the drunk man yelling at his wife in front of his children. She had half a mind to intervene but it wasn't really her place. But if he hit the woman she wouldn't be able to stand by idly. She sighed taking another drink before looking down at her feet as she swung them back and forth.

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Angela awoke in the back seat of a moving vehicle. She blinked a few times and looked around. It was her brother’s Toyota Hilux.

“Andrew?” She said wearily.

“I’m here.” He replied.

“S’going on?” She asked.

“Uh… Going camping.”

Well that was an obvious lie. She thought to herself. Though there was a lot of camping stuff in the car, but what sort of camping trip couldn’t wait for her to wake up? She felt concerned, Andrew didn’t tend to play pranks or keep things from her.

She had a snack from the backpack that Andrew had prepared and then climbed into the front seat. Time to investigate. She clipped on her seatbelt and picked up Andrew’s phone. He objected, but couldn’t do much to stop her while he was driving.

He was relieved when Angela stated aloud that his bloody phone wouldn’t load any webpages. She decided to check his messages. The most recent one was from his girlfriend. It seemed like they were having a fight. Angela was tempted but resisted the urge to snoop further into that one.

The next message was from emergency services. It urged people to evacuate due to a rapidly spreading virus that causes people to become aggressive and bite people. Zombies…? This can’t be for real. Angela wasn’t sure she believed it, but the message made her stomach turn. She felt restless. She reached forward and opened the glovebox. She squeaked and closed it immediately. There was a gun in there.

“What the hell…” Angela muttered. “For killing zombies?”

Andrew was silent for a moment before replying. “It’s actually Ella’s, but yes.”

They didn’t say another word to each other for the remainder of the journey. Angela was still feeling exhausted, so she tried to sleep. It was useless, however, as worried thoughts had overtaken her mind. She was scared.

They stopped some way up a mountain and got out of the car. Other people had started to gather here as well. Angela stepped out of the car and immediately felt the weight of her own body. She was still frustratingly jetlagged. She shuffled along in her trackpants and t-shirt, feeling suddenly aware of how terrible she must look.

She overheard a man yelling at his wife. His kids were right there, watching and hearing everything. Angela wandered closer. The man seemed to be drunk. She couldn’t just stand there and watch this poor woman be berated like that.

“Why are you yelling at her?” Angela asked loudly. She walked up to stand beside the woman.

"None of your fuck'n business." He replied aggressively. Angela realised that attempting to reason with a drunk man was probably not likely to work...

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He caught glimpses of a girl looking at him from a truck every now and then and all he could offer was a poor excuse for a smile. Wyatt was weighed down by the whole virus taking over people and a genuine smile was too much of a task to conquer at the present time. He wished he could provide some reassurance or accept hers but he had a lot of navigation on his plate. Wyatt's gaze returned upon the outlook leaving the rest of the world to fade to the background. Wyatt often appreciated good views but how much longer would this one last?

He was disturbed by a new commotion, turning his head to see another woman engaged with the sloppy aggressive drunk. He turned his full body this time, distrusting the man with strangers that intervened with good intentions. Wyatt approached cautiously as means of back-up and nothing else. He still preferred not to get involved but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t. ”Hey, that’s enough man. We’re all having a tough time here.” Wyatt looked to the other girl and gestured off, which was her invitation to accept or refuse. She didn't have to walk off with Wyatt. It was just wise to leave the drunken fool be.

Wyatt found himself drifting over to a woman that was in some combat gear and worked in some store he was familiar with. Wyatt didn't sit 100% on the store though but something convenient and handy that he appreciated. But she looked like she belonged in the army, out there fighting back zoms already. "Do you think they can smell us or detect our body heat up here?" His gaze rested on the ground and he twitched uncomfortably feeling it unfair to assume she was a zombie expert and ask her those questions. Yet, she appeared the best source of information. Wyatt brought himself to look at her.