Realistic or Modern Apocalypse

[rennuelaw]

Dimitri​

Dimitri had to force him to not allow an annoyed scowl to appear on his face, he was beginning to considering fighting the girl but it would likely end very badly. Mentally sighing, slowly pulling out his gun and his knife before leaning down to place them on the ground. Standing back up straight, his arms wrapped themselves loosely around his chest as he studied the woman for a few minutes before speaking.

"I'm Dimitri, I'm from Colorado, I was going a different way but there were a lot of those monsters so i had to walk back and go another way. I came here because it is getting late and I rather not sleep out there, also I got in through a window." He says, trying to maintain a neutral tone but feeling annoyed and threatened because of the gun being pointed at him.
Cronos

 

[CupCanes]

Chandler had really wanted to sleep in a bed of some sort, something more forgiving than sleeping on the cold hard ground, but the points that Jane stated were right and it would obviously put the three at risk leaving shelter this late at night. "Consider me sold. The gas station it is" she spoke out to Jane as she rummaged through her backpack and pulled out her blanket. "That would be awesome because I.. am.. beat" as a soft yawn escaped her lips. Chandler untucked her pistol from out of the back of her waistband and put it by her bag, right beside her bow. She started to barricade the front enterance while Jane began to work on the tent as she spoke out with her soft innocent voice, "Jane....d-do you think things have a chance of returning back to normal, the way it used to be?", turning her head to get a response from her fairly new friends. Yeah, the question was obviously stupid but she was looking for an ounce of hope to keep her going, even if it was fabricated hope.

Catharsis

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Nikita Vissarionovich​

The room was filled with the smoke from Nikita's cigarette which he had just finished. Standing up, he opened the window and flicked the butt outside while leaving his book on the king sized bed. He enjoyed this moment very much. Not having to deal with any injuries, not having to deal with any idiotic survivors that he was cursed with and not having to point a gun at someone all lead to a brief period in time where Nikita could be completely relaxed. The cigarettes that he had also played a big role in allowing for this moment t be even better. Instead of shutting the window once more, he kept it open and started to think. He thought about the future and whether or not the PAX place would even be standing once they got there. He wondered whether this PAX place was actually a survivor heaven instead of a group of vicious bandits looking for people to rob. Whatever the case, him being a doctor meant that he would always be useful. His skills in mechanics and electronics only added to this. The latter two skills haven't had much use with his current group however. A waste of his talents no doubt.

He then heard a knock on his door which instantly ruined everything for him. He really did not want to deal with any more bullshit from the rest of the group but was practically forced to due to his role. Nikita ignored the voice that called out after the knock as he instantly rushed towards the door and opened it. "What do you-" he then saw that it was Francesca who was standing on the other side. Nikita let out a sigh and let go of the door before walking into the room. "You can come in. Close the door on your way in please. I assume you are here for the moonshine." He then walked over to his bag and unpacked the moonshine.

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[spacient]

Francesca​

The_Omega_Effect
Frankie frowned slightly, hearing his tone - who shoved a stick up his ass? She didn't do anything to him to make him this way, she hoped. She stepped inside the smoky apartment and closed the door behind her, as he requested. The smoke in the air was making her eyes burn a little bit, but she made no mention of it, nor did she show any sign that it bothered her at all. The one plus about the apocalypse was that she usually didn't walk into a plume of cigarette smoke anymore, but then there was Nikita and his habits. She blinked twice then answered, "Yeah, just here for a quick drink to relax and then I'll be on my way. Looks like you're already winding down, I don' wanna take up too much of your time."

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Nikita Vissarionovich​

"Oh its no problem. I was just reading my book over there." He pointed at the open book set on the massive bed. "You can stay as much as you want." He then took the moonshine out and held it in his hand. "I had a few sips from it myself." He said while holding it up. Nikita then threw the moonshine at her for her to catch.

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[spacient]

Francesca​

The_Omega_Effect
"What an honor to be such a welcome guest in your temporary apartment~" she smirked slightly at his words that she could stay as long as she wanted. Frankie wasn't exactly expecting him to throw the moonshine at her, but it was a good thing she was following and had her eye on him, otherwise she might not have actually caught it. When she did catch it, she realized that there was actually less in the bottle, and she held the bottle up to her face to see it. His statement about having some confirmed her suspicions, "Huh, yeah, I can see that already," she cast another look at him, thinking he didn't appear to be any level of intoxicated right for how much was gone from the glass - so who else had some? She didn't bother asking him

She unscrewed the bottle, brought the open glass to her lips, and took a couple small mouthfuls. The taste was god-awful, and it started to burn as it went down her throat. If she didn't have a few bites to eat before this, she might have immediately spit it back up from how it sat in her stomach, but when she dran before the apocalypse, she had small amounts of strong liquor, so this wasn't new to her. She screwed the cap back on and handed it back over to him instead of tossing it, not trusting herself to not accidentally break the glass, "Thanks Nikita. I won't be asking for any more of it, so feel free to use it, drink it, or waste it as you please. After all the new people coming in today, you might want another sip"

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Nikita Vissarionovich​

"Tell me about it. We welcome any fucking idiot that just walks into us into our group with open arms. These people have no use, no supplies with them we could use and are not much more than mouths to feed. I chose to ignore all the new voices I heard from here as I was not really in the mood to blow up at Will again. If we had 3 weeks of food from the mute girl, with all these people we will have around 9 days. Not to mention all the injuries I will have to treat, all the shit I will have to repair and all the shelter we will have to find in order to fit all these people in." Nikita let out a huge sigh as he took the bottle back. He ran his hand through his hair while looking at the moonshine in his hand and then sat on the bed. "What do you think is going to happen generally? Who do you think will die? Who do you think will survive? What you think about this PAX place. Any thoughts and opinions you have really."

spacient

 

[spacient]

Francesca​

The_Omega_Effect
Frankie just accepted Nikita's rant, letting it wash over her as some kind of rage-wave. He was rightfully irritated, he made sense and Will was the perfect pacifist combination that would accept other people with open arms despite their uselessness or ailments. She watched as he sat on the bed, though she didn't take it as an invitation to join him. She shrugged, then relaxed with her hands dangling with her thumbs hooked through belt loops, "Well, I don't wanna just assume who'll die, cause with the current situation it's pretty much random. I just hope it isn't me," she sent him a sideways smile, "See, when you guys found me, I was on my last mental leg, I just needed to be around people after being alone for so long. As far as I know, you guys keep pulling my leg about the PAX broadcast and the safe haven. But... it keeps us moving. I've got nowhere else to go, so I take it as a goal we're after and a shred of hope. If i didn't accept it as that, then I would've ditched all of you weeks ago and I'd be wandering aimlessly around here - then what sane person would you have to talk to?"

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Nikita Vissarionovich​

"I guess you got a point. I just hope that this PAX place doesn't get overrun before we get there. That would be an absolute disaster and it would destroy the morale of the group. The last thing we need is for them to be dumb, useless and depressed." He then unscrewed the bottle of moonshine and drank from it. Only a little was left in the bottle. The moonshine was indeed high in alcohol content. It kicked like a mule. Nikita tried not to show that the strength of the alcohol surprised him. Due to him having already drunk a bit before, he started to get a tiny bit tipsy. But he would need much more alcohol before he allowed for it to stop him from thinking and acting rationally. "Tell me about yourself Francesca. Tell me your story ever since this whole mess began."

spacient

 

[Catharsis]

Calm/Tired

Jane nodded at Chandler's agreement and began to lay the tent out on the floor behind the counter of the gas station, doing her best to make it thick enough to where it would be comfier than the ground, but also flat enough to where it wouldn't make too much noise if her, Chandler or Skye stirred in the night. In the beginning, Jane had always been a bit hesitant to allow Skye inside the tent or to sleep on top of it with her, due to the dog's claws, but even in her time as a young puppy, Skye never clawed or bit at the tent, which allowed Jane to trust the dog. She couldn't imagine leaving Skye anywhere more than a few feet away from her, so this was a good thing.

Once it was all flattened out, Jane walked over and began to help Chandler with barricading. The shelves were a lot lighter than they looked, surprisingly, so she moved the first one in front of the store window with ease. "Jane....d-do you think things have a chance of returning back to normal, the way it used to be?"
Jane knew the topic all too well. People asked it all the time. She asked it all the time. Now Chandler was asking, and desperation leaked out of the question.
"Well, I'm not sure what I think. I want that a lot, for things to go back to how they were, but I think we might have to adjust to how things are now. I mean, they're everywhere. We can't go anywhere without seeing them . There's no way they can just be gone overnight. Remember the bombs? Even waves of fire couldn't make them stop. I think our world is broken. I don't know how long it will be, or even if it can be fixed, but I think that we can adjust to it. It doesn't have to be the end of everything, you know?" ​

CupCanes

 

[spacient]

Spoiler: Francesca and Nikita Conversation

(it's a collab between me and The_Omega_Effect and it's LOOOOOOONG. enjoy)
Frankie had to hold back a laugh as she watched Nikita take another gulp of the moonshine - he also appeared more relaxed, which was nice to see in the uptight man. His questions about her was surprising, considering that the only person in the group who seemed to give a shit about her past was Will, and he didn't even know the whole story. She shrugged, looking down at her feet, "You haven't unlocked all the gates of hell to get the full version, so here's the preview. I ran with my college roommate for a few weeks until I could get together with my family, then they were all picked off one by one until I was alone for longer than I was with them. Pretty typical." she sighed before finally looking up at him again, "And there ya have it, that about the story you expected?"

"Gates of hell? This is not some fucking demon vampire story you know." Nikita took another sip of the moonshine while she was telling her story. He took it a lot better this time, due to him not being affected by it as much. He was starting to get a little bit drunk due to the high alcohol content of the moonshine and how he was drinking it like a mug of beer. But he preferred it than sitting there and pretty much doing nothing. "Well yes, pretty much everyone used to be with friends or family until said friends or family were all ripped limb from limb in front of their eyes which caused them to wander the undead world alone until their hearts were lit up by Will's enthusiasm and decided to join this group." He then said in a hushed tone. "Everyone except me I suppose." He quickly returned to his full volume before continuing. "I wanted to know more of what you did before you joined this group of ours."

Demons, vampires, supernatural things sure lightened the mood. The tone stung, but she chalked it up to him being drunk rather than an asshole about it. As for what she did, again, another question she didn't fully expect, she thought he would want her to leave by now to enjoy his tipsy stupor, "One exciting even was almost getting run-down and eaten, not by zombies or rabids, but by a pack of starving dogs. Everything else revolved around hiding out in buildings and scavenging," and a few close-calls with some of the more violent breed of survivors, but she wouldn't mention any of that now, "So, you were never alone? Always group hoppin, or somethin like that?"

Spoiler: Francesca and Nikita Conversation

"Me? My story was quite the opposite to most people actually. I started off as a lonely student locked in my dorm, studying my days away and later on got into a group. It was not difficult really. One mention that I was a doctor and they all started to protect me. You know, collecting specialists like me in times like these is pretty important." He then looked at her in the eyes before asking his next question. "Have you killed anyone before? Like an acutal person. And if so, why did you do so?"

Those few close calls she mentioned to herself, yeah, not all of those ended perfectly well. Usually she just found a good enough hiding space until they decided to just leave, or the zombies got too close for comfort. She had to sneak-attack her way out of those. Sometimes men were a little more relentless than the zombies. Since Nikita was... the person that he was, she didn't feel like she would be judged harshly for saying this, "Yeah, I did. Sick bastards fucking deserved it too, otherwise I wouldn't be here." seems she wasn't going to give him the specifics that he wanted, "Do I even need to ask if you've killed anyone before? Ever since we met you've never been shy about pulling out your gun." not like being trigger-happy was a bad thing.

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"I have had a certain history with violence." He said while taking another sip from the moonshine. Only a third of it remained. He was full on drunk at this point. But he was able to keep his composure and his train of thought. "Since you are not going to share with me the specific details of your past and your violent encounters, I will share mine in order to...encourage you. In the very beginning, I got into a group with these really friendly guys. They took everyone in. They helped everyone they met. They were just a huge community that loved humanity. Think Will but even more accepting than him. The group had a sizeable chunk actually. With me being the brains behind everything, I had to do things like checking inventory, fixing the cars, the electronics, and healing people. One day, I found this guy who was stealing from us. It was not the first time he had done so as I noted that for the past month, our supplies were dwindling. They were disappearing with noone claiming to find them. So I loaded my gun and followed the guy for a bit. The area did not have too many of the infected as the horde had already swept the place and left to more populated cities. And it was also dark out so sneaking behind him was easy. I saw him get into a makeshift shelter."

He then made the shape of a gun with his index finger and his thumb. "I cocked my pistol and turned the safety off as I inched closer and closer to this shelter of his. Then I peeked inside. The man was eating the bread that he had taken." He pointed his finger at Francesca and continued. "I pointed my gun at him and asked, "Why do you steal supplied from us?". He froze. He dropped the bread at his feet and slowly turned around. "Come on man. You think they'd help out a guy like me?" That son of a bitch. I knew he was lying. The second I saw his hand move a millimetre to his back, I fired. BANG." He then acted out him firing the gun with his finger on Francesca. "He crossed his eyes to look at the wound I left on his head. And he fell. I took the supplies that were lost and I placed them back where they belonged. I made sure to tell nobody. Some of these people could not even dare to kill the infected. What would they do to me if they found out that I killed a person. Regardless, times came when I had to kill more and more people. Well not that much. During my time with that group I killed around 4 more people. The last two were found out about and they all persecuted me for protecting them. They gave me some food, and forced me out on my own to die in the wild. But, I was not alone for too long. I met this other group. And then it got a little bit more...interesting." He lowered his hand and the put on a crooked smile. "That's all you are getting from me now. Your turn"

Wow, he really wanted her to share her stories - at least story time was fun for a bit. She could finally feel that little bit of alcohol kicking in her own system. She wasn't so much of a lightweight that she was even tipsy, but she felt relaxed, which is exactly what she wanted in the first place. She finally decided to take a seat next to him on the bed, feeling silly just standing there in front of him. When his story was finally over, she just nodded. It made sense, kill the thieves or else they'll bleed you dry. Can't cast them out or they'll come back to bite you in the ass later, "Yer one lucky bastard, I hope you realize that," she sent him a sideways grin, no harsh intent meant with her words, "Safe in a little group the whole time. Maybe if it was spring or summer I'd have people kissin my ass like that. But alright, you'll get one story from me then I should be gettin outta here. Maybe a month before the group finally found me I had a pretty cozy treehouse I liked stayin in. It was in this cozy little neighborhood that hadn't even been pillaged yet. I was eatin like a queen for a couple weeks on all the preserved shit they left lyin around. Apparently I was so comfortable around the place toward the end that I had slacked on some of my routines. Setting noise traps, checking the corners, looking for people - it's what I did when I had to go about things alone. It was just so safe that I got lazy.

"I walked in on a group of three young guys... just after they had their sick, perverted fun with some girl they found. I slipped in easy enough, they were so fucked up that they didn't even realize I was inside the house. I just saw them, hovering over the poor girl, and I couldn't let them go, and I couldn't just let them have their way with her even though I was too late the first time. I hid out behind the corners, in a little hallway closet. When the first came out, I clubbed him over the head with my crowbar and to make sure he stayed down I drove this end through his neck," she pulled out her crowbar and held up the straighter end of it, "Then for the other two I had to pull out my gun, shot them both through the torso and stomped their faces when they were still breathing. I was gonna untie the girl.... but she asked me to do her in. She didn't want to continue living with the apocalypse or the shitty people, let alone the trauma she just went though. Shot her through the head," she sighed, then finally rose to her feet again, "I should get going. Story time was fun, but it's late, and what's her face might still be in my room. Thanks for the moonshine Nikita, you might wanna cut yerself off the rest of the night or you won't have any left."

Nikita listened to her story so as to not miss any important details. Although he was pretty much drunk, he still could understand how she felt, no matter how much he disagreed with what she did. He was incredibly tempted to tell her that his history with that first group had not quite ended. The thing was, the second group he had been in were much, much more violent and dangerous. They were also much more suited to survive in this world than any group he had ever met since. Ruthless, violent, cold, and most important of all, efficient. His knowledge allowed him to quickly rise in ranks amongst that very group. Long story short, he met his old group in a way different than they had expected.

He had enjoyed her company very much throughout the entirety of the moment they had. Nikita was known as a big loner but he could not help himself. He was human after all. And humans are creatures who are meant to be social. He felt that she understood the justifications behind each and every one of his actions and accepted them rather than making him out to be a psychopath like the rest. He felt understood for a brief moment. Maybe the moonshine really did kick in. Some feeling washed over him as he saw Francesca rise from the bed, ready to leave. He had not felt it before but he could tell that it was terrible. It was like his addictions to other things. If he enjoyed the feeling of a drink, he would drink more. If he enjoyed a certain drug, he would take it more. If he enjoyed a certain food, he would eat it more. And it seemed that because he enjoyed the company of a person, he was compelled to have more. He instantly grabbed at the sleeve of her jacket and then held on to it. His grip was a bit weak at first but it got progressively tighter. "Y-you haven't even heard my full story yet. I-it gets even better. You don't have to go now, its not like we've decided who sleeps where or." He sighed and let go. He looked at the moonshine in his hand and then gripped the neck of the bottle even tighter. He stood up and walked to his desk before closing the bottle and placing it there. "Its just that." he said in a hushed tone, almost as if he was talking to himself. "It gets a little lonely." He then instantly regained his composure and turned around. "Thank you very much for your company and you are welcome for the moonshine."

Frankie paused when her sleeve was grabbed - that was the last thing she expected from Nikita. Then she saw the look in his eye, and it was something she had never seen before in him. Before today they didn't talk all that much, but it was obvious by his tone that whatever that feeling was, it was something he wasn't quite used to. Maybe it was just the alcohol finally getting to him though, especially after his confession of loneliness. So her first assumption about him was right, that he felt alone, like a public enemy. Everyone was so shitty to him, but she was probably the only person here who just accepted his attitude and actions for what they were - justified means of survival. She didn't hold anything like that against him. When he turned to face her again at the desk, she sent him a soft smile, "My pleasure, I like talkin to ya Nikita. I'd stay and listen, but why not save some of the fun for later? You can tell me the ending tomorrow, after we've both gotten some sleep. Goodnight, if you need me I'm at the other end of the hall on the left - look for the door that looks like it was pried open." she waggled her fingers at him before turning and leaving for her own apartment.

Nikita smiled as she turned to leave the apartment. When she did, he went after the to close the door behind her. He wanted to thank her for everything but he just did not muster up the will to do so. He shut the door and the moved his book to his desk. He then placed a gun under his pillow and then slept, after he was done locking the windows and the doors.

 

[CupCanes]

Chandler Reyes

Chandler absorbed the harsh reality of Jane's response, she hung her head and took a long sigh before turning to look at Jane once again "You're right. Those monsters out there, they make it hard for us all...They took away the only people that really cared for me." They had finished barricading the entrace so Chandler walked over to her backpack and grabbed a pack of dry food. She raised it and spoke out to Jane "Can't sleep on an empty stomach" as a soft smile appeared on her face, hoping to cover up the depressed sentence she had said just a few moments earlier. She tore open the pack and offered some to Jane "It's not much of a gourmet meal but it'll stop us from starving." She said jokingly.
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Catharsis

 

[Rumble Fish]

Milly was not sure how long they had been walking for but it was a long time, through some corridors. She still had no idea where they were. It must have been a hotel or something. She did not know what time it was but it felt like it was now getting later. She was growing tied and just wanted to sleep. But Joel seemed to want to keep walking. After a long time, they finally seemed to stop.
"Alright! We'll camp here tonight then move on tomorrow." He said which seemed to satisfy everyone.
"Wh-where are we?" Milly squeaked, feeling rather alarmed. It felt like they were outside. No! She didn't want to be outside!
"L-let's go back in... it's safer!" She tried to protest. There were too many bad things outside! Indoors was much safer.

"Hey!" Joel snapped and Milly could tell he was right up against her. "Look here!" There was a couple of sniggers at his pun, "I'm in charge! We're sleeping out here!" She could smell his breath he was so close. It made her shrink back with a whimper, but he seemed to be satisfied with her submissiveness as he backed off.
"For that you're not getting your rations."

"W-what? No I-I'm sorry!" She yelped, she hadn't had anything to eat for days! Joel said they were low on food and that was the reason but Milly wasn't stupid. There was enough, she knew because her rucksack was getting lighter by the day- though still fairly heavy. They probably thought she wasn't going to notice, they probably assumed that not being able to see also made her stupid.

After a while, everybody was sitting in a huddle, talking to each other. Milly sat near them but didn't say much. She still hated the idea of being outside. She didn't want to be out here. She didn't know what was out here! There could be anything! She wished she was back home. At least there she knew where everything was. And it was very safe. Until the monsters got in. She just sighed and gently tugged at someone's sleeve.
"Where- what's around here?" She asked, hoping they would give her some insight as to where they were.
Thankfully the arm belonged to one of the girls, Jill who was somewhat nicer than the others.
"Well... we left the hotel and now, well... there's a gas station nearby but that's it." She answered. Milly hummed softly and nodded. She didn't mention monsters, good.

After a little more time, everyone seemed to bed down. Some people had sleeping bags and others would simply share and cuddle up with whoever else was in there. They all seemed to get along well so that was not a bother. Milly was left to sleep on her own with nobody to hold onto. She was used to someone to hold onto her at night, her mum. But she had no idea where her mum was, she just seemed to vanish. She didn't like being on her own. Still... she had her teddy, Ellie to hold onto. She lied down near the others. Despite her weight, she wasn't cold. Her jacket and scarf kept her mostly warm, though the hard surface was hard against her bony frame. But it wasn't bad. Despite that, it was being alone she hated the most. And being outside. It made it impossible to sleep. Oh well... at least she'd be able to hear monsters if they came.

 

[S n o w]

December 2nd, 3:58 am​

Will Harris​

Will jerked awake when he heard a loud, scraping sound coming from somewhere behind him. He fumbled for the machete on the floor next to his bed. The apartment he had decided to bunker down in for the night was almost completely empty. Anything worth taking was gone, and all that was left were broken tables, a lot of glass, and a mattress in one of the bedrooms. He couldn't remember the last time he slept on something that wasn't concrete, or grass, and he'd passed out instantly. He left the door open in case anyone needed him, something happened, or if they found another survivor to make more of the group unhappy with him.

He rolled off the bed and shot to his feet, aiming his weapon at a boarded up window. One board was missing, and chunks of it were all over the ground, covered in scratches and bite marks. His eyes narrowed. For all his worries about hypothermia, and frostbite, they were lucky it was as cold as it was. It had to be ten times colder outside now than it had been during the day. So far, the weather had kept the rabids away, or at least made it so they couldn't be tracked or followed as easily. Will sliced off an arm as one reached for him through the crack, but it only seemed to make it angry. It screeched at him, and several more screeches joined it. In seconds, they had clawed the other two boards off. Will slammed the bedroom door behind him, and ran through the living room. It was pitch black, but he managed to get through the front door and out into the hallway. He was glad that he had eaten a little earlier, and got some of his strength back. A window crashed behind him, and he thought he could feel something moving under his feet.

He couldn't be sure if it was the amount of people that had attracted them, or if they had some kind of nest nearby, but the reason didn't really matter at the moment. Will pounded on the wall to wake everyone up, if they weren't dealing with them already. "Rabids!" He shouted. "We need to move!"
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[spacient]

Francesca​

S n o w
After all the time spent alone in the apocalypse, just about any little noise out of the ordinary woke Frankie from a sound sleep. Even now, after falling asleep with a little alcoholic help, the second that 'rabids' was out of Will's mouth, she shot up off the mattress in the dark, grabbed her jacket and her backpack and locked the door behind her as she ran into the hallway with the crowbar at the ready. She looked like she might even be ready to swing at Will, had she not realized at the last second that it was him, "Fucking rabids!" she hissed at the darkness. There wasn't much use being quiet and using the same stealthy tactics with rabids around, they just relentlessly searched and destroyed whatever was in their path, no matter what it was. Images of her father ran through her head, and she shook it out of her mind

"Will, we gotta get outta here. You know any other exits? I only know the front door, and that's not exactly the safest way to go if there's a pack outside," she looked up at the taller man, not exactly sure how they were going to get their large group out of here, especially with the new people who came in with some kind of injury

 

[Human__Ramen]

Allegra Sauvagess
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Allegra's sleep was rudely interrupted by manly screams and hard banging. Despite being on the fifth floor while Will was on the first, the walls weren't exactly sound proof.
Ally groggily stepped out of her somewhat comfortable bed, not being able to see anything in the dark. She thought she was facing the semi-open door that led into her room, which in turn, would've set her eyes on Tropicole's room door, but there was no way to be sure.
She lazily got up from the bed and stumbled out into the hallway, tugging on one of the blankets she had found earlier. When she heard the banging becoming more fierce, she began to step out of her sleepy trance and picked up the pace, walking to and opening the front door.
It was a bit easier to see out in the main corridor, mostly due to the unboarded window. It was definitely colder out here - she shivered as the winter attacked her exposed legs and proceeded to surround them with the blanket.
When she started hearing human screams mixed with savage screeches, she finally switched into full alert mode. She cautiously made her way to the stairs and looked down to see if she could spot anything, despite still being mostly pitch black out there.
Then she heard glass breaking behind her.
Her head snapped to the window so fast it hurt her neck. Her eyes, filled with fear, spotted a figure shrouded in darkness standing before her. She began to panic, and attempted to return to the apartment, but she was pounced by the shadow.
It brought her to the ground, her head hitting it hard. She was in a daze by this point. What the hell was going on? She managed to take a glance at the figure before she felt a sharp pain her abdomen. Her eyes shifted downwards to see that this thing was clawing at hef stomach. It hurt like hell, and the hellish cold wasn't of any consolation.
Allegra was terrified now. As this... thing continued to claw and scratch at her stomach, she could only think of one thing. "COLE, HELP ME!"
S n o w

Katherine Powell
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Katherine was immediately startled by Will's warnings, but confused as to what he meant with "Rabids". Whatever it was though, if it caused one of two of the most manliest men she'd seen in the group to yell in terror, no way it was a good thing.
She jumped out of her bed and limped over to a bland desk shrouded in darkness, getting hold of her backpack and her jacket. She then proceeded to remove her pistols from their holsters, only to realize that she still only had one. The darkness hid her annoyed frown as she exited her apartment as fast as possible, always keeping her pistol pointed ahead.
She trudged down the stairs, fighting the pain of her injury as she did. And then she ran back into the crevasse that had trapped her here for two days. She couldn't make that jump - either she would miss it entirely and bust her leg further ir she would make it to the other side and bust her leg regardless.
She yanked her eyes away from the hole when she heard screeches coming from the hallway. Kate saw many agitated shadows in there, none of which looked friendly. She pointed her pistol at them and opened fire, the muzzle flashes bringing light to the place for only a split second each.

 

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Will Harris​

Will was relieved when he saw Frankie, seemingly intact and unharmed. He looked her over for injuries anyway, even though he knew there wasn't much he could do if she was scratched or bit. "You okay?" It seemed like his shout had woken her up, but he still couldn't help himself. He turned just as something lunged at him from the other end of the hallway and dug its nails into his bag. He quickly stabbed the machete through its cheek, but it didn't seem to care, and even tried to bite through the metal. He stabbed it again through the forehead, but not before it tore through the material. It fell in a twitching heap, covered in matches and his last clean napkin.

He cursed. "Fire escape," he answered tersely. "There's a fire escape out back. We have to get higher." His brain screamed at him to move as more scrambled through the window, but he needed Frankie in front of him instead of behind him.
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Francesca​

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"I'm fine, but we won't be fine if we don't get moving!" If they could just get higher then they would be able to make their last stand, or at least attempt a tower defense until morning and the rabids would become dormant again. The one rabid behind Will was already too close for her comfort, and she wanted to scramble out the window and up the fire escape as soon as possible. But her tired mind remembered something, "Fuck! Nikita's still at the other end of the hall! We were drinking a a lil before we went to sleep," she confessed

"Poor bastard drinks but I bet he'll still have a hangover, if he even woke up by your screaming. I'm gonna go get him," She already heard scrambling and scratching coming from behind one of the nearby apartment doors - they needed to start moving even though it would take a while to make a hole big enough for it to break through. She didn't give Will a chance to protest her act of 'heroism' as she turned and went down the hall and back to Nikita's apartment.

She didn't bother knocking, just barged in, "Nikita! Nikita if you aren't awake you better get yer ass outta bed we're getting attacked by rabids!"

 

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Cole Bishop​

"Stop making so much noise," he mumbled into the bunched up blanket he was using as a pillow. "Some people actually like sleeping." He did his best to ignore the banging coming from downstairs, tugging the blanket Alliteration gave him earlier over his head. He lifted his head when he heard something shatter too close for comfort, and realized a little late why they had been making so much noise downstairs. He'd barely pushed open the door to his room when he heard Analogy screaming for him.

Cole darted outside, but stopped short when he saw Anticlimax, but more importantly, the thing-zombie?-on top of her. He hesitated. He even took a step back, tempted to abandon her, to let her be the distraction while he got away. From his angle, it looked like she was dead anyway. If that zombie didn't get her, it would be Nikita when he found out she was bit, or the virus. He didn't own her anything. He wasn't Will, or Frankie, or any of the others that would try to save her. But he could hear her dammed voice in his head, calling him a coward. He cursed her, and he was still cursing as he ran towards her and drove the back of his hammer into the back of its head. "I hate you," he said to Allergy, even as he jerked the hammer out of its skull and smashed it down again and again.
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[Fizz]

The rest of the day was a bore. Liam avoided answering Will's questions, and once he found the others upstairs he simply left them. For the remainder of the night, he found his own small apartment to stay in on the forth floor, away from the others and avoiding conversations... There was a chance that Rumble would be roaming around the area and he was not going to unlock the door. It took him a while, but he finally managed to sleep after an hour of tossing and turning, only to be awoken by loud screams and the crashing of furniture around the first level. Were the newcommers causing trouble now? He had always been suspicious of Lorne and Dimitri, but when more noises were heard from the floor above too, he concluded that it was much more serious than first thought. Liam got up, retrieved his knife from his side, and finally left his apartment. "Rabids! We need to move!" Now that definitely got his attention. But how could there be rabids on the highest room? If they could suddenly climb, they were well and truly screwed. For now, Liam needed to regroup with the others - Allegra and Cole could be heard upstairs, so that was the first place he will go.

 

[Rumble Fish]

After pacing back and forth in that room for ages, Rum finally seemed to have fallen into a disturbed sleep. This was unlike her. Normally she'd sleep through the night. Well, after spending ages staring at the sky, hoping something would eat her.

Ye woman was jumped from her food-based dream by the sound of Will screaming. Rabids? What on earth- oh... Rum jumped up from her sleeping position and tried to run towards the door, only to drop onto her knees. Damn this foot! With a grunt she managed to pull herself back up and grabbed her crutch.

Hobbling out of the room, she was drawn to a commotion nearby. Once she approached, she saw Allegra and someone else, she could not remember if they had met or not before but she was alarmed to see that the woman had just been attacked by a rabid! "Oh my- Allegra, are you alright?!" She yowled, what the hell was going on?! How did they get in and how many more were there? Rum was not a stranger to escaping from them, she would usually try outrun them by staying on roofs but that was out of the question at this time. She did not know what to do, all she could do was stand there and hope she was alright. She whipped her pistol out which was thankfully loaded. How many were there and where was everyone? Human__Ramen S n o w

 

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Nikita Vissarionovich​

Nikita heard noises from the other parts of the apartment. He had slept a bit before waking up to these sounds. He just thought that it was some bullshit accident by some of the morons so he just went back to sleep. Then he heard the sound of things getting destroyed and actual fighting. He reached under his pillow for his gun and then turned the safety off before standing up. Had a thief gotten in? But then he heard Will shout for the rabids. He cursed to himself under his breath and then rushed to his desk. He packed up everything he had. Francesca had then barged into his room, warning him of the same thing. He turned to her, putting on both straps of his backpack and then zipping up his coat once more. Gun in hand he ran towards Francesca, ready to follow and fire at anything that crosses them. "You lead the way. We gotta regroup and get outta here."

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Frankie was relieved that Nikita was up and awake to say the least, "Good, looks like you're yourself now," she turned, looking around the corner and checking for rabids. She heard scrambling footsteps and saw a reaching, rotted hand breaking through the door she saw earlier, "Okay, hurry. Will found a fire escape." She didn't look to see if he would follow, just began walking to the window she left Will at, stopping only to stab her crowbar through the hole in the door and silence the one rabid, but they still had the mobile one from down the hallway to deal with later

 

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Allegra Sauvagess
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"What the hell?" Allegra asked with a croaky voice, looking at Cole with a bewildered expression. She shifted her eyes from the boy to the infected individual on top of her. Ally pushed the mutated zombie's corpse off of her, groaning and crying in pain. She could barely make out the blood seeping into her now tattered shirt in the darkness. Allegra grasped at Rumble's frame to get herself up, gagging from the sharp pain she was feeling.
By the time she managed to stand, she collapsed on Rumble's posture, holding onto her shoulder to prevent herself from falling face first onto the ground. She shot a glance at an annoyed Cole before she spoke up. "We gotta get... down to Will..." she uttered, switching her gaze from Cole to Rumble. "Let me go get my stuff."
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Nikita Vissarionovich​

Nikita followed Francesca as she started to walk. He had his gun up incase any of the rabids found their way in. He then saw as Francesca tried to stab her crowbar through a door. Nikita just allowed her to open the door and do as she wanted as he was still recovering from the massive hangover he had. But that did not mean that he was not ready to fire two bullets into the head of any rabid that might come across them. That is, if that very rabid did not surprise him. The thought made him fear for the worst, leading to him being even more cautious and vigilant. He followed her.

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