Introduction
The Virus:
This nasty piece of work infects corpses through soil. As soon as it contacts what's left of the corpse it'll move to the brain and essentially take over, restarting the brain and forcing the deceased to get up and look for flesh to eat, no matter what state it's in. Missing limbs? Your torso? It doesn't matter to the virus. I'll make your dead body move as long as your brain is mostly intact.
The Zombies:
There's not much to these horrifying creatures. Their memories have been erased and their speed and intelligence depends on how much decay they've gone through (for instance, a recently buried corpse in dirt with no coffin will be mostly human minus their constant hunger for humans). Bare bones and ashes are safe from the virus, since ... well, how are those parts going to work without muscles and a brain?
The Survivors:
You know them ... they're the live people that haven't been buried yet. They're your family, your friends, your boss, your coworkers, complete strangers. If you're one of them, it's best to stick together and look for places heavily populated with live people. That will be your goal until you get there. When you get there, everyone plays a part to keep everyone alive.
The Zombis:
Every once and a while, you'll see weirdly clothed zombies that aren't interested in you. What are they?
These are zombis. A long time ago, they've been resurrected by dark magic to serve the ones they've been summoned by. Their owners have long abandoned them or died, and they roam around with zombies to search for a new purpose. Don't shoot! Zombis can be used to your advantage. If you manage to befriend one, they can scout out new places for you without alerting zombies to your presence. They'll fight along side you, too, and for the most part, the infected won't see it coming.
Those are your choices for what your character can be. Who will you be?
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Dan shuddered as he recalled the last time two of those assholes had gotten their hands on him, pain ripping through him as he recalled how they had shot Scar in the head when he tried to protect him. He had lost it that day and took a lead pipe lying on the ground to their heads. When he came to, he was standing outside a building that was run down, the pipe still in his hand and two faint images of two guys fighting, and one of them held the same pipe he did. Grimacing he had dropped the pipe and hurried away. He found the street where Scar had been shot, ignored the two dead bodies and lifted his pet wolf into his arms and walked away.
That day, reaching the rundown shack he had been staying in, Dan had laid the dead wolf on the ground packed up what he had with him, strapped on the katana that Gibbs had sent him and left. He had set the shack on fire as he walked away, the flames and glow from it casting him into the shadows which is where he returned. That had been months ago and now here he was, alone and dodging not only flesh eating zombies but also FBI and CIA agents, still.
Ducking into an ally way, after making sure it was safe, Dan pressed back into the shadows and watched as several agents rushed across the opening to the ally, ducking behind a slimy dumpster when one stopped and flashed on a flash light to scan the area. He watched from behind the dumpster as the man stepped into the ally way, but paused when several shouts and gun shots rang out in the direction his companions had gone. He sighed when the man let out a curse and rushed from the ally and towards the shouts and gun shots, as well as the groans of the dead.
Sighing Dan laid his head back against the wall behind him and closed his eyes, as he listened to the shouts and gun shots slowly dwindled down and held his breath as he listened to the faint arguing before hearing the footsteps hurrying and breathed in relief. Though they had left, Dan knew better than to leave his hiding spot and stay crouching from quit a while. It wasn't until the sunlight started to fade that he decided it was safe and slowly crawled out from behind the dumpster and grimaced slightly at the slim on his trench but ignored it as he slowly made his way to the edge of the ally way and pressed back against the wall of the building to his left and peeked around the corner. His wisteria eye's trailed over the street and down to the corner grimacing when he saw several dead zombies sprawled out on the street and the sidewalks. Only to grin when he saw a fresh body in a black suite with sunglasses on laying still with a chunk out of his neck and a bullet hole between his eyes. "One down and hundreds to go." he muttered, chuckling softly as he stepped out of the ally and hurried across the street to the other side.
"Time to find something to eat that isn't Kidney Beans and is actually fresh." he muttered as he headed for the small grocery store he had passed while running from the Agents, his thoughts on whither or not Gibbs and the other two were safe, let alone still alive. "He better be." he muttered as he scanned the area and slipped into the story via the busted window and clicked on the flash light he had snagged a few days ago.
He moved to where several canned foods were still on their shelves and slid off his backpack. Crouching down he began to pick up several fruits and vegetables and soups, before moving to another isle that held crackers and snagged a couple box's. After checking to make sure he had enough room, Dan moved to the isle that held what was left of the water and snagged the bottles that were single and stuffed them into his back pack. Standing, he quietly made his way back to the front of the store, only to duck behind into a check out when he caught the sounds of groaning and shuffling feet.
'Fuck!' he thought as he crouched down, ears tuned to the sounds of feet shuffling, even as bodies thumped and landed on the ground. 'Just fucking great!' he thought grimacing when another body went down, as hands scrambled across broken glass and the smell of dead rotting flesh drifted towards him. Shifting towards the end of the check out Dan pressed back against the counter and peeked round the edge and arched a brow at seeing three of the dead on the ground struggling to get up and grinned. "Idiots." he muttered and sprang from his hiding place, his katana flashing through the air and sliced through one of the downed dead's neck, cutting its head from its body before back sweeping the blade towards another, slicing half of its head off its body and twisted to his right to stab the end of his blade into the forehead of the last dead and let out a sigh. During the whole procedure he had counted the seconds and grinned.
"Time to leave." he muttered as he pulled a clean clothe from his pack and cleaned off his blade before sliding it back into the sheath on his back and stepped over the bodies and out the window. Looking left than right to make sure it was clear, he made his way towards Palm Street and 5Ft, the apartment building he was staying in was on Palm Street and Ash. Which was two streets diagonal from 5th Street. As he moved quickly, and silently down the sidewalk, he kept his eyes out for more of the dead and specially for any of the Agents.
"Hey nasty fuckers! Catch!" he shouted and tossed his pack hard enough to slam into one of the dead as they looked towards him, causing the dead female to stumble back into three others and take them down with her. With that Dan leaped forward, his katana slicing from its sheath with a smooth motion that allowed him to slice the closest dead. The males face was sliced in half from ear to ear, as its body fell to the ground, Dan twisted and kicked it, causing it to fly back, slamming into another dead man, making him fall down with the now dead weight of his fallen companion on him.
Twisting to his right, away from the reaching hands of an elderly woman, Dan smashed his elbow into her face, braking bones and causing a grimace of disgust to color his face when coagulated blood splattered over his arm, causing the elderly woman to stumble back. As she stumbled back, he lashed out with his right leg, his foot striking her in the face with a resounding crunch that dropped her to the ground. He followed her down with a louder crunch as his booted foot stomped on her face, a wrinkle scrunching up his nose as blood and brains spilled from her head. Not stopping there, he twisted again, his blade slicing through the neck of another man in a ragged suite and half of his body slimy with fluids dripping from him. "Three dead, five down and four more to go." he muttered as he leaped back from a reaching male and shifted his body into a well memorized stance and grinned as he popped his head. "Time to end this." he muttered as he stepped forward and became a whirling form of slashing blade and striking fists and feet. Bodies fell and heads rolled.
Silence echoed several long minutes later after the last body fell, a child of 8 or 9, Dan wasn't sure, the clean hole through her forehead indicated that he had stabbed her, instead of slicing off her head. Sighing, he looked about the area and grimaced even as he shook his head. "What ever the fuck is going on, this is just plain wrong. The dead should stay dead!" he muttered as he picked up his pack grimacing at seeing the splattering of blood and gore on it and wrinkled his nose. "When I get in I need a bath and everything else needs a through cleaning." he muttered as he moved towards the fire escape, leaped up and caught the end of the ladder and pulled it down. Once he climbed to the platform he pulled up the ladder and headed up the stairs to the fourth floor and slipped into the open window to the apartment he was using and closed it behind him.
Once that was done, he grabbed the pack and headed into the kitchen and began to unload the cans of food and bottles of water. The cans he put with the other cans of food and the water on the other counter with the other bottles. Stepping back he snagged a bottle of water, two cans of Spaghetti O's and a can of Peach's before heading to the small propane cooking stove he had found, grabbing the can opener and a pan. Opened both cans dumped them in the pan and set them on the small stove before turning it on. He sat back on a milk crate and opened the water took a swig of it and closed it as he reached out and stirred the Spaghetti O's. Several minutes later a eat his fill than cleaned the pan with some of the distilled water and ate his peach's before he headed for bed, only after making sure that the window was closed and the door into the apartment was still locked and blocked by the heavy bookcase and china cabinet. Soon silence filled the apartment as Dan slept in the boarded off bedroom.
A jingle sound caught her attention and she shifted to see the locked door leading from the top floor of the building to the roof jiggle as a man, probably in his fifties though undeniably undead, smash his body into the door and the handle, the source of the noise. Savannah cursed under her breath, swinging herself fully onto the roof with a grunt and pulling her ax from where it sat in her backpack on the ground.
"You want a piece of me?" She mumbled, her words slurred together and it was apparent that she'd found and enjoyed a bottle of liquor.
As she reached him, she saw that the zombie was no threat to her; he was missing an arm and his lower jaw. She slumped down against the door and slammed her fist against the ground. She felt stupid for letting herself get trapped on the roof. Vannah stuffed a protein bar in her mouth, though it tasted like dust and went down as easy as swallowing rocks. She'd stopped being picky about food when it stopped being readily available. If it was edible, she was happy with it.
Her hands relaxed on her stomach, grasping her bellybutton ring and twirling it as she thought. There had to be a way off the roof, but the smartest decision she could think of meant opening the door to the man -woman in her case- eating monster. She crawled to the edge of the roof and looked over, seeing nothing but the zombies, nearly ants from her height, six stories below. Savannah desperately craved an energy drink, as she had often bought when she needed to study in school, for all-nighters or parties if she felt no need to drink alcohol. She hadn't found an energy drink since the beginning of the outbreak.
There were so many things Vannah missed from her life before the outbreak. Her older brother, Scott and Samuel, and her younger sister Sam were the people she missed the most, but she'd lost contact with them when the phone lines went down and had every right to believe they were gone. She missed her puppy, and her guitar, and her bed, so comfy and warm. The hot showers after practice that turned into ice cold rain, baking cookies with her mom, even though neither of them really liked cookies and ended up arguing playfully over who got to lick the spoon. She missed all of the little things she'd taken for granted, and wanted nothing more than to re-live them.
Savannah pulled her knees up to her chest and buried her face in them as she cried. Her dirt caked face became blemished by the rivers as they fell and she made no effort to wipe them away. Instead, she stood up, pulled her backpack onto her shoulders, and held the ax with both hands. "You are the reason I am all alone!" She growled, throwing open the door and using all of her frustration to drive her ax into the skull of the zombified man. Her reflexes outmatched his so she was quickly able to regain her composure and dart down the stairs and into the office room of the building. She shoved several more protein bars into her bag and grabbed a bottle of water before exiting. The streets were relatively empty, aside from the few stray zombies that wandered across the grounds. Savannah held her breath, moving slowly across the deserted land. She prayed she'd find shelter soon, or a companion to travel with. It was awful traveling alone.
After heating up the the water in the clean pan, he snagged two maple packets and opened them pouring them into the bowl and stiirred it tell it was thick and proceeded to eat as he popped the bones in his neck. After a bit he washed out the bowl with the remaining hot water, snagged his coat and katana and headed for the window. As he stepped out of the window and onto the fire escaped. Moving quickly he headed down the staircase and dropped to the closed dumpster than to the ground and slid his katana from the sheath strapped to his back and headed for the street the ally way, chuckling softly when he saw that no zombies stood or shuffled in the area and quickly made his way out of the dark ally way pausing to allow his eyes to adjust to the bright light of the day.
Minutes later he looked about and listened to the voices that have always spoke to him and looked to his left, his wistaria eyes locking on the form of a distant being that wasn't shuffling or stumbling and narrowed his eyes. "Survivor." he stated softly as he moved out onto the street, dodging grabbing arms and bodies that littered the ground as he followed the lone form ahead of him. He paused to look up at the street signs and grimaced when he saw that he was at Ash and Grant. "Fuck, he or she is heading right for the herd." he muttered and he stepped up his pace to a jog and gave out a sharp whistle, even as he took off the head of a scantly dressed chick, wrinkling his nose at the stench of decay that wafted from her, hoping that his whistle was loud enough for the survivor to hear.
While looking back to estimate the distance she'd gained, Savannah just about ran into a tall man with a katana. It took everything she had not to scream as she fell to the ground, landing on her butt with a soft thud. "Holy crap, man, where'd you come from?" Standing up and dusting herself off, she took a moment to really look at this guy. She enjoyed the color of his hair and eyes; it made her feel like her bright grey eyes were almost normal. Almost. She clenched her ax a little bit tighter, thankful she had recently sharpened the dull blade.
"No time to chat!" he stated when the girl gave a startled exclamation, even as they dodged cars and reaching hands from legless dead.
Skidding around the corner, he twisted half way around to avoid grabbing hands and gnashing teeth, jerking the girl behind him as his left hand lashed out his blade slicing through the males half rotted face before striking him in the chest and sending him flying back in to half a dozen more ambling towards them. "Fuck and I just cleared this area!" he muttered and shoved the girl towards the closed dumpster. "Get up there. NOW!" he snapped as those that didn't fall from their companion stumbled over or around them and headed straight for them, one veering off towards the girl as two headed for him, even as the growls and screeches from those they had run from grew louder.
"Get up there. NOW!" He shouted, and she was more than eager to comply as she turned to see the hoard of zombies right on their heels.
Shoving her precious ax into her pack, she pushed herself up onto the dumpster, then onto a fire escape beside it. Her breath was heavy and she felt lightheaded, but she crawled into the corner of the fire escape and tried hopelessly to catch her breath as she stared down at the hoard, now containing at least a dozen zombies. At the sight, Vannah stood and threw up over the edge of the railing.
"What a way to sober up," she mumbled, remembering the cheap bottle of wine she had snatched at a grocery store several days before. She'd waited to open it until this morning, and even now, with murky thoughts and delayed reaction time, she did not regret it. She was allowed to mourn, even if that meant risking her life to do so. Savannah felt bad for risking the life of her savior, but she had not asked for help, he had offered it.
Twisting on his left leg his right shot out in a round house kick that caved in the left side of a woman's rotting head and sending her flying back knocking down two others and flicked the switch on the second item he had than threw it towards the dead end of the ally way. The beeping of the item catching the walkers attention and had them turning towards it.
Taking that as his chance, Dan turned and leaped for the closed dumpster than scrambled up the ladder and onto the fire escape and towards the girl. Upon reaching her, he yanked her against his chest turned to press her back against the wall and covered her just as a loud bang rang out and debris flew every where as the sound echoed and the recursion of air hit his back, the sound ringing in his ears.
"So that's twice now that you've saved my neck." She murmured, rubbing her fingers over the zipper of her jacket. "I guess I'm in your debt now." Vannah sighed. It was just what she needed. A sudden breeze blew her hair to and fro before letting it settle in a messy heap atop her head. She made no effort to move it out of her eyes, but instead gave a smile and held out her hand. "Savannah Rolli, at your service sir." It wasn't until she finished speaking that she moved her hand through her hair so it would fall back in its natural position.
Reaching the fourth floor and the open window Dan slipped through slid off his trench and draped it over the chair to his right while he moved towards the kitchen. "Make your self at home. Though it's not much it's better than out there." he stated as he looked towards the window and the young girl still standing outside on the fire escape. "I've enough water for a bath, though it'll be cold." he stated, watching her with weary yet friendly eyes.
"I'll be fine without a bath, though the offer is much appreciated. I mean, truly, what's a bit more dirt going to hurt?" Savannah smiled, looking around as she talked. "If it's not a bother, a meal would be nice."
As he sat down he snagged his katana sheath and slid the sword out, grimacing slightly at the fact that he had put the blade away while still caked with gore and sighed even as he pulled a thin strip of bamboo from the side of the sheath and looked over at his guest. "Sometimes the feel of being clean makes your day." he stated with a grin before using the bamboo and clothe to stuff into the sheath, cleaning the inside before he turned and began to sharpen the blade.
"I've plenty of water but for hot it needs to be heated up." he stated as he nodded towards the waiting propane stove.
"Sometimes, a day can be made simply by the company of another." She smiled, driving a spoonful of soup into her mouth. "I do appreciate everything immensely though. I'll be out of your hair as soon as things clear up outside."
Savannah stood and walked to place her bowl in the sink. She grabbed her bag from the window and pulled a pair of jeans and a shirt out. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to change." A small piece of her thanked her mother graciously for instilling manners into herself and her siblings. They had gotten her through high school, college, and even played a role in her life now that the world crumbled around her.
Strolling back into the living room feeling rather happy about her hair cut, Savannah sat back down on the floor near Dan. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "We should probably get to know each other," she declared, "at least while we're together anyway."
"How did you get caught in this living nightmare?" he asked, looking over at her while still sharpening his blade before looking back down.
Savannah sighed. "I had a sister and two brothers before the outbreak, but who's to say where they are now." She picked at the hem of her shirt. "What was your life like before the outbreak?"
Shifting he looked down at the blade and wet stone he held and shrugged. "Truthfully...I was always on the run...even now the fuckers that have been after me for years...hell since I was 7...are still chasing me even now." he said softly, a weary smile curving his lips. "Just yesterday I escaped from ten of them and laughed when one got bit and shot so that he wouldn't turn." he sighed again as he shrugged and resumed sharpening his blade.
Shifting he looked down at the blade and wet stone he held and shrugged. "Truthfully...I was always on the run...even now the fuckers that have been after me for years...hell since I was 7...are still chasing me even now." he said softly, a weary smile curving his lips. "Just yesterday I escaped from ten of them and laughed when one got bit and shot so that he wouldn't turn." he sighed again as he shrugged and resumed sharpening his blade.
She stared at the ground for several moments, quietly thinking. "Seems like your life and mine weren't too different. I moved around once or twice a year until I was nearly seventeen. It was always kinda tough on my mom to move around a lot, but none of us kids really cared." Savannah smiled at the ground before leaning back on her hands. "It gave us a chance, on more than one occasion, to try to be someone different."
She let a deep breath go, one she hadn't been aware she was holding in, and looked up at Dan. "The world's a different place now. People changed."
"Why would you wish to be someone else your not? Especially if you didn't have to be?" he asked looking over at her puzzlement evident in his wisteria eyes. He snorted at that and gave a slight chuckle again, those this time there was mirth in it. "Yeah it's different now. But not all people change. And those fucking Agent people never quit or give up!"
She pulled two cases out of her backpack, one being the case for her contacts, the other being the case for her glasses. As she talked, she removed her contacts from her eyes. "I was the second youngest; my brothers were both star athletes everywhere we went, Sam freaking.." She sighed, "Sam was the favorite and everyone knew it. It was easy to tell. I was the kid that couldn't get anything right, didn't pass my classes, couldn't play sports. I'm good at being something I'm not though. I've always been good at that." A sly grin crossed her face and she pushed her glasses up onto her nose with a snort.
"All people change, Dan" Savannah sat up and dug through the pocket of her jeans. She pulled out a tiny plastic doll, dull from age. "Sometimes you have to remember why change is good. I mean, look at me. For once, I'm being seen for myself and not my super amazing siblings." She collapsed onto the carpet and stared at the ceiling for a while before simply stating, "Life's rough."
"They head Agent ordered his men to take me and both my parents attacked and yelled for me to run...Just as I reached the back door, shots rang out and I turned to watched as first my mom fell to the ground riddled with bullets than my father...I ran then and have never stopped."
It was silent for several minutes, since he had stopped sharpening his blade before he looked up from the blade, his wisteria eyes full of loss, pain and anger. "I was an only child...though my twin died when we were 6...we were rare for twins." he stated softly, a soft smile curled his lips as he recalled his sister. "You are who you are because that is who you are. Your sibling may have been the Star of your family at everything but you are a survivor." he stated softly even as he shrugged. "What he was good at...may just save his life...may not no one will ever know. But you..." he shrugged and sighed as he closed his eyes before looking down at his blade.
"You are who you are, Savannah. A survivor." he stated with a slight smile. "Life is rough. And right now only the strong will survivor." he stated with conviction as he looked down at Savannah.
But that had been weeks ago when he had had a visitor to his apartment, and another survivor, indicating that he wasn't the only living being in this god forsaken world. A world where everything has been taken from him and flipped upside down. A world that was nothing but death and decay that roams in search for fresh meat, and where he had to deal with them just to survive. "As if life would be any better out there, on the road." he muttered as he looked out the window, hoping and praying that Savannah had made it to where ever she had been heading for. "I'd hate to kill you if I see you again, Savannah." he whispered as he turned from the living room window snatched up his trench coat slipping it on even as he grabbed his katanas.
Slipping into the kitchen he snatch's up a box of crackers and bottle of water, slipping them into his coat pockets while heading for the window leading to the fire escape, stepped out and looked down at the shuffling moaning mass of walkers wrinkling his nose as he sighed. "I clean them out and more show up." he mumbled with a shake of his head as he thumped down the steps, the nose causing heads to snap up and the snarling growls to echo as they reached up with bloody decaying hands towards the living meat they so craved.
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