1X1 The Lore Master & Maeve Harris (The Virus)

The Lore Master

The Lore Master

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Here's my Character Sheet! Just use this as a template…


Name: Private First Class Thomas Allen Ward


Age: 24


Weight: 195


Height: 5'11"


Appearance:View attachment 13798


Weapons: M4A1 with ACOG scope attachment, M9 Beretta, <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_06/image.jpg.6dd230d957df6a827342ed80a07b1b1a.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="1475" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_06/image.jpg.6dd230d957df6a827342ed80a07b1b1a.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>, <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_06/image.jpg.f8bfda959ca299721fe6a109b7a4f39e.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="1522" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_06/image.jpg.f8bfda959ca299721fe6a109b7a4f39e.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Bio: U.S. Army Ranger, 75th Ranger Regiment, after the outbreak his unit was deployed to Louisville(His Hometown) to secure VIP's in the infected zone. His NCO's incompetence led to the death of his whole squad to the infected except for him, he ran to the humvee while his friends were devoured, screaming his name. He crashed the humvee and has been surviving in his old neighborhood Portland.



 

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Name : Maeve Oswald


Age : 22


Weight : 105 lbs.


Height : 5'1


Appearance : http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/34400000/Samantha-Barks-LA-Times-Photoshoot-samantha-barks-34477448-396-594.jpg


CLOTHES : black pants, combat boots, a grey tshirt under a black leather jacket


Weapons : 2 G-10, 440C combat knives (http://images.monstermarketplace.com/tactical-knives-and-weaponry/boker-plus-todd-begg-ginger-fighter-combat-knife-g-10-handle-440c-stonewash-blade-kydex-and-tek-lok-sheath-150x150.jpg)


Bio : Born in Virginia; parents infected by The Virus when she was about 20; she abandoned them and lives off the land, in searches of a cure for the Virus to save her parents one day; after two years of doing this, she has stumbled into Portland, Louisville, Kentucky
 
2012- a Russian scientist named Grigori Yurnayev begins developing a biological weapon secretly for the terrorist group Phoenix Rising, an offshoot of radical ex Spetsnaz and KGB based in Cuba.


2015- The town of El Slavador in eastern Cuba has an outbreak of an unidentified virus. Reports indicate it causes psychotic breakdowns and makes humans almost "feral". The town is destroyed by rioting and "The Virus" within weeks. Cuban officials call for aid in setting up a quarantine, the U.S. responds, sending troops and CDC agents to Cuba.


2016- Cuba is ravaged by "The Virus", which the terrorist group Phoenix Rising has claimed responsibility for, worldwide panic begins as cases of infection begin appearing on the southern coast of the United States.


2017- The Virus has spread like wildfire through big cities and towns across the U.S. causing Canada and Mexico to close their borders. Anarchy consumes America. Reports of infection on other continents are unconfirmed. Governments topple and chaos ensues.


April 9th, 2017, Louisville Ky,


Thomas carefully steps through the house, careful not to make a sound, graffiti and holes litter the walls. He had been alone for two weeks now, even though he was back in his hometown, it looked completely different. He remembered before when it was a rundown neighborhood but now… it looked like a documentary about Cherynobl. He knew that this was it, the world was over and it was every man for himself. He approached the stairs but stopped when he heard floors creaking upstairs, he lifted his M4A1 tactically and stopped against the wall at the foot of the steps. Another creak came and he pulled back the slide silently to chamber a round. Another and he began to feel sweat dripping, of course he was nervous.
 
When Maeve heard the noises from downstairs, she had a feeling something was in the house. Someone? Maybe. Something seemed much more likely. Maeve had been originally hiding on the upstairs floor, but upon hearing the noise, she threw her backpack of supplies back over her shoulders, pulled one of her knives out of its sheath, and slowly approached the opening that led to the top of the steps. Was she nervous? Maybe, but she had dealt with too much to be too scared. From there, she saw a man clad in some kind of uniform or armor. He held himself like a regular human being, not a zombie. Still, she couldn't be too sure. She made her knife visible to the man, and asked carefully to him from at the top of the stairs, "Despite my better judgement telling me otherwise, I don't want any trouble. What are you? Moreover, WHO are you?"
 
Thomas came out pointing the weapon but saw just a scared chick, he lowered his rifle but kept it at the ready.


"Private First Class Thomas Ward, 75th ranger regiment! Are you alone? Because I'm not getting my sh*t jacked today sister!" Thomas asked bluntly, his military training kicking in.
 
Maeve scrunched her nose in distaste.


"Easy there, soldier. Just taking a break from the living hell that awaits outside the walls." Sighing, she sheathed the knife back into her belt.


"See?" she said, "I'm not interested in hurting you or 'sh*tting on your jack' or whatever." She leaned against the wall that led to the stairs, and watched him carefully as to be ready to move he tried to shoot at her.
 
He let the M4 rest on its shoulder sling and relaxed.


"Sorry ma'am, I just know there's more than infected in this neighborhood. What's your name?" Thomas asked. He leaned up against the wall and lit a cigarette, minding to keep the cherry hidden by his palm.
 
"Maeve Oswald," she began, "age 22, Virus-free." She looked at the cigarette with further distaste, but decided to hold her tongue, considering he was heavily armed.


She tossed the backpack off her shoulders and began searching for any signs of food to cure her ferociously growling stomach.
 
Thomas watched her, feeling a like a douche for alarming her. He thought of something to say to ease the tension.


"Hey Maeve, sorry for the hostility just now, but your not hungry are you? I've got extra MRE's in my pack, if you promise to relax a little." Thomas said with a meaningful smile. He took his pack off and kneeled on the floor searching through the bag. He pulled two packages out that said, M.R.E. BEEF, he chuckled a little nervously. "Sorry but its all I got." He held the package out toward Maeve
 
Maeve relaxed her shoulders as he offered her the MRE BEEF. She zipped her backpack back up, grabbing it, then hopping down the stairs with delight to retrieve the food. She grabbed it and smiled softly.


"Sure. No tension. Got it."


Maeve ripped open the package and began devouring what was inside. She hasn't eaten in three days, and taste wasn't exactly playing a part in her digestion at the moment.
 
Thomas felt good, he had helped somebody and that always feels good.


"Slow down now, I've got more so go easy… are you from around here?" Thomas asked as he sat down on the steps to eat. He opened up the package and started eating, having put out his cigarette.
 
Although uneasy with the choice, Maeve sat down beside him on the steps, attempting to eat a slower pace.


"No," she began, "I'm from Virginia. My parents were infected with the Virus two years ago. I've been running and searching for a any spark of a cure ever since. Although, after two years, I'm considering the idea that the search is pointless."


After a short pause, she asked, "What about you? Why the guns and the thick uniform? It gets hot down here in Kentucky, y'know."
 
Thomas laughed, he remembered how hot it was when he was a kid, going to La'porte park and hanging out with the other kids from the neighborhood.


"Believe me I already know, even though I was stationed at Fort Benning, Georgia, I was born and raised right here in this dump… and let's just say I know that some people around here are more dangerous than the infected… I was here to secure some VIP's but I… my squad is… gone…" Thomas said. He could almost hear them screaming in his head. He smiled a little, only to try and forget.
 
Maeve looked up at Thomas, noticing that he was looking a but troubled by mentioning the word "squad". Not exactly sure what to do next, she finished off the package of meat.


"Well," she said a bit quietly, "what do you suggest I...or yourself...or WE do?"
 
Thomas thought about it for a moment, eating his food, he didn't really have a plan? But now he felt responsible for Maeve… he didn't know why. They were inland and in a highly populated city! He seemed puzzled not knowing what to do. He looked back to her.


"Well… I don't know honestly… I haven't heard anything on the radio from military personnel, only local CB operators. Our best bet would be to get on the river and hop from island to island until we reach somewhere safe… if there is some place safe, that is unless you want to stay here." Thomas said, it was the best plan he could come up with.
 
Maeve found the building they were currently in a bit eerie and run down. Island hopping seemed like the best option.


"That first option sounds like the best idea at this point."


She stood up, threw her backpack over her shoulders and crossed her arms.


"Ready when you on soldier," she said, performing a mock salute.
 
Thomas chuckled and finished his food. He stood up and pulled his M9 out, holding it out to Maeve.


"Take it, you don't have to use it, but just in case… it would make me feel better!" Thomas blurted out.
 
Maeve blew air out of her nose in amusement as he told her it would make him feel better if she took the pistol.


"Well," she said with the corner of her mouth pulling up into a smile, "if it would make you feel better, I see no harm in having it." She took the M9 and strapped it to her belt.
 
"Okay first things first we need a boat! Lots of questionable businessmen around here so it shouldn't be a problem, unless they don't wanna give up their boats. When we go outside you stay behind me as we move okay we're gonna look around and see what's around these couple of blocks. Are you ready?" Thomas said as he walked toward the back door M4 in hand.
 
Maeve, for a moment, wanted to protest the idea of being put behing Thomas, as it made her feel inferior to him.


Then again, she thought,This is better than going out by myself where I could be attacked point blank. With a deep breath, she stepped behind him and nodded.
 
Thomas slowly opened the door and checked their surroundings, he moved slowly out of the house and into the narrow side yard between houses. He looked at Maeve and gave her a confident look as he turned back to the front, he wasn't going to leave anybody else behind. The overgrowth of weeds and grass had always been in Portland but it gave it a strange look now, like it belonged, Thomas heard a gunshot but it was far away from them… might even draw away infected in the area. Suddenly Thomas stopped and got low… he heard something. He listened carefully… moments seemed liked minutes until a window from next door shattered as an infected woman jumped though it screaming and shouting, tackled Thomas into the wall and pinned him to the ground trying to bite him. Thomas had one hand on the infected's forehead the other was trying to find his tomahawk. Her bloodshot eyes were terrifying as she chomped at the air getting closer and closer to Thomas's face…
 
What was happening to Thomas happened so fast that only Maeve's quick reflexes saved his life. Taking control of the situation, Maeve dove at the woman, swiftly tackling her to the ground. Before the woman-zombie-thing had a chance to react, she pulled out one of her knives, and swiped it across the zombie's throat, beheading it. Amazingly, she had done it cleanly, without getting blood on anything but the blade of the knife and the solid ground.


Barely breaking a sweat, put panting slightly, Maeve shook the blood from the knife and put it back into her sheath. She looked at Thomas with slight concern. "Well, we've gotten off to a great start. You okay?"
 
Thomas chuckled nervously and stood up.


"Yeah… thanks. Lets go!" Thomas said, his training allowed him to seal with any situation calmly and he then proceeded to move again. They got onto the sidewalk and used cars as cover as they moved up the street checking yards and driveways for a boat, hell a paddleboat would be good, but he knew it was a long shot. Behind them Thomas could hear footsteps, he turned around to see 8 or 9 infected running directly for them. Thomas stood up and looked to Maeve.


"MOVE YOUR A**! RUN UP THIS BLOCK AND TURN RIGHT! GO GO!!" Thomas ordered as he pivoted placing a round in one of the infected's head, killing it instantly, he turned and ran as fast as he could. How had the world come to this…
 
Maeve knew it would take a while for herself to become accustomed to Thomas's military style ordering and screaming. All the same, she pulled her pistol out of her belt and ran, turning right at the end of the block like he said, pivoting around once or twice to take down one of the infected.


"Great," she shouted after turning the block, "What's your plan now?"
 
Thomas had trouble planning like this but then he noticed what street they were on. He could see Portland elementary school up ahead.


"Head in there, we can barricade the door!" Thomas said. They ran south down N 34th St the school came closer into view with every step. They quickly rounded a corner and entered the exterior rotunda, ran up the steps and in the doors. Luckily there was a chain already on the handles with an unlocked padlock, Thomas quickly wrapped it tight and locked the padlock leaving the infected to scream and beat on the bulletproof glass, one infected vomitted blood on the door before something else caught their attention and had them running frantically towards another victim. Thomas slid down a wall breathing heavily, he checked his ammo and sat his rifle on the floor. "Running usually turns out to be the only plan nowadays!" Thomas said panting.
 
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