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Wyatt Boyle

"I miss you."

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a character in “Zombie Nation”, as played by Sparky Salvatore

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FC: Jared Padalecki ♦ Dialogue:#5467a3 ♢Thought: #7894e9
"There's no promising who's going to walk away from this."



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Name:
Wyatt Park Boyle

Age:
26

Gender:
Male

Previous Occupation:
Personal Trainer

Nationality:
American

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Strongest Role:
Guide/Escape Route

Theme Songs:
Johnny Cash-We'll Meet Again
Three Days Grace - Get Out Alive



"If we keep our wits about us, we won't be one of them."



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Personality
Fortunately, in most cases, Wyatt has his head about him. He's always been good at being calm and collected in stressful situations but it doesn't mean his emotions don't ever peak out of hand. Especially his interior. Sometimes he can be pessimistic, but he's not the kind to bring others down with him. Hope is the only thing the survivors have and he respects those willing and fighting to live.
Wyatt is also fortunate enough to be a nice combination of brain and brawn.Wyatt's a quick thinker, a fine negotiator and therefore a good problem solver but also has a figure that can handle repels of guns and can knock down doors and really run when he has to. However, he refuses to initiate a leading role because the responsibility is too heavy.


Strengths/Skills/Talents
▲Fast
▲Sense of Direction
▲Strong
▲Working with cars
Weaknesses/Flaws
▼Pessimistic at times
▼Hopeful for cure. Sister

Dislikes
✘Shared Negativity ✘Contagious Illnesses ✘Turning against each other ✘Idiocy

Likes
✔Teamwork ✔Resourcefuness ✔Proper Food ✔Productivity



"I can be trigger friendly if you like."



History|| Highlights
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Like father, like son, Wyatt was taught discipline and respect. He was a well raised, and well mannered boy with gentle and patient parents. His family liked to maintain their productivity and help others that filled them with self-satisfaction and the feeling of usefulness. To give their kids the best variety and choices in life they traveled often and part-took in various activities. This certain love and satisfaction was inherited to Wyatt and Brittany only they made their own course of it. Wyatt selected a career in personal training, learning of the body and psychology and Brittany underwent a nursing course and baking.

His second hobby to helping people's fitness and well being was working with cars. There was something satisfying and soothing in restoring the engine's natural purr. Not to mention, his dad pointed out the activities Wyatt did made good stress release and he was a former mechanic himself and that it wasn't a bad occupation to meet women.


Mom & Dad || Infected & Deceased
Brittany Boyle || 22 || Sister || Infected
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Wyatt's understanding was that Brittany was by herself in some bar, searching for directions for her well earned get away trip, when the virus was rapidly taking over humans, making them inhuman. A swarm had heard her calling for somebody and she ran at the sight of torn flesh to her car. Somewhere in the middle of returning home, a stranger gripped onto her telling her to run but she wanted to check home. Wyatt caught her at the door pulling her to him and covered her mouth from screaming. Mom and Dad were already taken over by the virus. But when he saw the scratch mark on her arm, his heart fell. He pushed Brittany out of the house that he set fire to and took her on the run with him.
Slowly, she started losing her skin color and her eyes lost their life. They both knew what would happen. But rather than finish her, he walked away, leaving her to a painful transition where she lost meaning of life and became one of them. Wyatt refused to be responsible for another family member's death.

So begins...

Wyatt Boyle'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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If he had to sit through one more person muttering sorry for his loss intimately, he was sure he'd lose his usually stable mind. Being an intelligent guy, he couldn't exactly spit out the truth that he had killed his parents and set the house alight because they were possessed by some disease. No one was ready to hear the ugly truth, that some progressive and nasty disease was out there literally gripping any alive being it could and changing them for the worse. Likewise, no one could hear how Brittany was slowly being taken over by the same disease and how he ran off while he still had the chance, but not the guts to turn around and kill her. The story was, they all died in a fire that authority figures did not want to set foot in. And that last part was the truth. Firemen didn't set foot in his suburb, nor ambulance or police.

Anyway, that slice of history was a whole 4 hours, south-easterly drive behind him. 12 hours total adjustment time, enough for the news to spread across family and to friends. Things seemed a little more mellow in peaceville compared to utter hell. As the final condolence headed out he sighed out and took time to process it for himself.

Brittany and he had both watched some dramatic show where a husband decided to give up on his wife after a long time in her comatose status and they discovered no cure, no prolonged rehab. So he himself killed her in the comfort of her own home. Wyatt questioned the show and it's methods but Brittany replied "She was in pain. Hardly living. So he did what was right and put her out of pain and misery. It'd be like torture to only have half consciousness but no control of your body."
And still, he hadn't just spun around and got it over with. Maybe it was because he saw the change before his very eyes, but the process seemed agonizingly slow when it took over Brittany.

Surely things couldn't get worse than the lowest of low. So he closed his eyes after a long day and allowed himself to dream.

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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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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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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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"Wyatt. Wyatt. You've got to wake up now. Wyatt!" He jolted upright with his heart beating rapidly against his chest. He looked around the room startled but most of all hoping to see the woman that had such a voice. As he rubbed his eyes classifying it as a dream, he realized he had also had more than his share of close eye time. The radio was blaring some news report and the outside light had changed from beaming down sunlight in a clear blue sky, to a dull grey windy night.
He got to his feet and and went to turn off the radio invading his sense of hearing but before he reached the simple button he heard the presenter's unsure voice. "Uh...we are currently being informed that there is an urgent warning for people to evacuate their homes and leave majority of supplies except those that are essential on existence such as; tin food, ammunition...wait what? that can't be right. Uuh, some items of clothing but nothing that will slow you down heavily. This is due to a highly lethal virus rapidly spreading. Particularly in..." The man named some towns and cities and Wyatt's eyes widened before springing into action.
Wyatt packed only that which was necessary and didn't waste time on anything or anyone else. Everyone he really cared about was already out of the equation, taken by the virus. The presenter in the background continued to read the symptoms of the virus. Everything Wyatt could confirm until he turned off the power and left the place behind him.

Some country area and mountains seemed like the best idea of escape.

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He had reached the mountains after another excessive long drive. But he didn't mind it. He'd rather take his chances surviving in remote areas than the cities and towns that were rapidly spreading with the thing. Wyatt thought of it like a flu and how easily that passed around and caused something like a chain of illness but with this virus, there were no symptoms or white cells to protect a person. It consumed a human into something non-human. Admitting them zombies seemed too ridiculous and surreal though.

Somehow, though a little fatigued, he wasn't tired or going to be consumed in sleep anytime soon. Wyatt could feel his mind buzzing with ever-lasting activity. Technically, the brain was always active but if anyone could physically see through his skull and what was happening, every part would be highlighted, and neurons firing more rapidly, communicating ideas and anxieties. His outward stance however, suggested what it did best. That he was calm and collected, just deep in thought as he looked on in the vague direction of the city. Wyatt thought of all the people he couldn't help. That had no idea what repulsion was coming for them. He could only wait and hope uselessly like the rest of the smart population that escaped their neighborhood. Hopefully army forces would sort it. Hopefully But chances of that were slim.

Others slowly started to occupy the mountain including a gleaming black SUV. It hadn't seen dirt ever before today. A drunken man toppled out of the passenger seat and his wife rushed around to aid him. Out of the backseats emerged two kids. "You know I can't help but think how this entire day has been your fault. Who the fuck falls for some radio scam, hm? If we get robbed, I'm gonna take you for all you have, including those little shits that I don't even give two fucks about." He pushed back onto his feet awkwardly, stumbled then found his balance.
Wyatt shook his head and returned his gaze to the outlook. "No! You know what, fuck you. Get me another beer. Get me another damn beer, Kelly!" The man stepped towards his wife having to repeat the demand. He even wore the wife beater outfit. Wyatt watched. The kids didn't respond, among them a teen and the wife looked more embarrassed than startled. And so Wyatt didn't engage. There was no use causing a bigger scene by him trying to play hero or peacemaker. Somewhere along the lines that might have expectations to follow. He doubted a loud angry drunk would live long anyway. He just hoped the rest of the family stayed sober enough to be alert and run and hide if they needed. And didn't have to suffer physical abuse for the time being.

It wasn't Wyatt's place to judge instantly. People being told to evacuate their homes immediately was harsh and difficult, stressful, painful and people acted out in different ways.

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01 00 HR REMAINING

Her father parked the truck at the top of the mountain before cutting off the engine, and climbing out to greet the other survivors who had the same idea to hit the high grounds. Sarah remained in the truck for now, but as she looked around, she sunk back into her seat, and realized that this really wasn't going to last long. All of this peace, the humanity on top of this very mountain would soon be lost because some were going to be killed, if not all of them as the Virus was spreading fast according to the news reporter not too long ago. At least her grandmother was at peace.

She looked to her father who was shaking hands with some other family by the looks of things, and then her eyes drifted to a young looking guy who seemed to be on his own. The corners of her lips pulled up into a warm, welcoming smile towards him. Just like her, he looked like he was going through hell. She bent over to her dad's side of the truck, and opened up the glove box before taking out a bottle of water. The top easily screwed off before she took a good couple of mouthfuls out of it to wet her dry throat. She screwed the top back on, and held the bottle in her lap as she once again looked to the guy on his own.

Why did he look like someone she knew? then again, their home town was so small that everyone knew each other, or seen some of them at least a couple of times, if not on a regular basis. With her arm resting on the open window, her hand dangled down with the bottle in it, causing the water to slide and sit one end of it with the sun glistening against the bottle. Sarah had noticed the drunk dude with his wife, and glanced over to watch. She definitely wasn't going to step in, but hopefully someone would if he actually laid a hand on her. She couldn't believe that he was like that in-front of his children, but with being a drunk, they didn't care about anyone but themselves.

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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.