Futuristic All That Remains

[SnowStorm42]

Inspiration:


The Last of Us


The Walking Dead


In the year 2014 America seemed to be at its richest point in history in every way. The economy flourished, the military was grand and the most important factor technology advanced greatly. Doctors and scientists were finding cures left and right and finishing research on how to advance the human body or make soldiers that feel no pain. All seemed well until the Spring of 2015. An outbreak occurred when a scientist tried reanimating the corpses of soldiers who died what were deemed as "unreasonable deaths" in an attempt to make them super soldiers. The soldiers came back to life yes..but they had a craving for flesh. Soon The Dead plagued the streets and the U.S. military was nowhere to be found. Some theorized the government did this on purpose but theories became useless...because by the Spring of 2016, the infection carried by The Dead had gotten overseas and most of humanity ceased to exist.


Jump to 2026. Most of humanity is gone and The Dead makes up the majority. Across America safe zones were established but are now gone. Cities are abandoned and overgrown by plants, some flooded. Several cities in America, all near each other or a medium distance away from each other seem to have the most human survivors in them. These areas seem to have the last safe zones. The last of the humans are believed to be here surviving The Dead day and night along with other threats. Humanity's clock is ticking.


MAPs


General Map

(individual city maps coming soon)

Yorkstown: Yorkstown is possibly the safest of the remaining human populated areas. It consists of three safe zones all of which work with each other and are run by local police. Outside the safe zone there are many bandits but they don't usually attack the safe zones and stick to abandoned apartment buildings. The Dead are more secluded to indoors however there are quite a few roaming outside. There are abandoned vehicles all over Yorkstown and while its mostly apartment buildings the center of the city is filled with skyscrapers.


Threats: The Dead, Bandits, Jackelopes (average reports, mainly in the sewers and buildings.)


Safe Zones: Alpha, Bravo, Golf


Abandoned Safe Zones: Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot, Hotel

Pawnee City: A city of Bandit camps. The Dead crawl all over the streets of this city while Bandits sit in their fortified strip clubs, bars and houses. The bandits in this town are organized and most of them work together unlike Bandits in other towns and cities that fight each other. This place being so unsafe why is it marked on the map? One must go through Pawnee city to reach Dranesville from Yorkstown.


Threats: Hordes, The Dead (massive amount), The Coyotes (bandits) (large amount)


Safe Zones: None

Dranesville: A massive city full of apartment buildings and one or two very tall office buildings or towers. Lots of highways and streets. The Dead crawl all over the place but remnants of the military help run the city's two safe zones. Dranesville is full of supplies.


Threats: The Dead (large amount), Bandits (small groups of 4).


Safe Zones: Northdale, Safe Zone C, Safe Zone A(eradicated), Safe Zone B(abandoned), Northshore (abandoned)

Bevington: Bevington is one of the most dangerous and mysterious of the remaining cities. For some unknown reason after The Dead started to spread the infection and the years without humans went by it started to rain endlessly in Bevington. After years of nonstop rainfall the city was half submerged underwater. Many buildings fell or slanted due to erosion. The only way to travel around this city is by boat, highway, or more shallow areas, or makeshift bridges found between some buildings. There are camps of dangerous bandits here but few. There are also few of The Dead, maybe 3-7 per building and none roaming the streets being that the streets are flooded. There are many Jackelopes but all are spread throughout the city and in darker secluded areas. The biggest threat is possibly 'Maneater', a scientific experiment made when scientists wanted to bring back the Megaladon. Though the shark is not as big as the scientists wanted it is big enough to eat a person almost whole, and it is small enough to swim through the flooded streets of the city. This city is also abundant with supplies including vehicle parts and guns.


Threats: The Dead (medium), Bandits (few), Jackelopes (medium), Maneater (one)


Safe Zones: None


Abandoned Safe Zones: 4 in total with no names but 2 are submerged and 2 are abandoned.

The Projects: The Projects is a city of mainly factories with some apartment buildings. There are many survivors here and there are some traders. Its very sandy for some reason and windy although no one knows why, maybe the lack of trees. It doesn't matter though because of the fact that The Dead practically don't exist here, however there are many Jackelopes, most that travel in groups and they come out in broad daylight unlike most. Bandits also don't come through here so besides Jackelopes the place is mostly safe.


Threats: Jackelopes (medium), The Dead (very few)


Safe Zones: Normantown, Factory Heights Safe Zone


Abandoned Safe Zones: Downtown Safe Zone

Rotterdaime: Rotterdaime is a location that is mainly just plains. There are many of the Dead. In Rotterdaime there is an abandoned town called Woodsrow, which is filled with the Dead due to the fact that the town's government initiated a lockdown during the plague and now all the zombies are stuck inside...along with all military and gas supplies. To the north of Woodsrow is the Rotterdaime Laboratory which was researching plant life and helped in some fields of the super soldier project that started the outbreak. Some other experiments were done in the lab but no one knows what and few have dared to go near it and find out, while others simply never came back to tell the tale. Rotterdaime is only useful for supplies and resources being that no safe zones are here.


Threats: The Dead (very high in Woodsrow low on the outskirts), Jackelopes (low, in the labs) and Clickers (medium)


Safe Zones: None


Abandoned/ Attacked Safe Zones: Woodsrow, Rotterdaime Lab


RULES

1. No God Modding, No Auto-Hitting.


2. I don't mind cursing, gore, violence, or romance but no sexual stuff in there unless you timeskip or take it to the pms.


3. Im asking you for some literacy. One paragraph (5 sentences) minimum and I don't want your character's life story. No books. 1 paragraph at the least and at the most 5


4. If you don't post in 3 days without informing me you will get a warning and after a week with no word you will be kicked from the rp. Talk to me. Im a human being


5. No killing off other characters without permission. While on the topic of characters there will be some bosses or special roles i may need filled in. You can ask about those roles later in the rp or I may ask you and of course you can turn it down. You can have a max of 3 characters unless assigned a special role.


6. Please check the ooc as many topics will be covered there hopefully.


7. Have fun.


8. No gary or mary sues

 

[SnowStorm42]

SnowStorm42 updated All That Remains (zombie Rp) with a new update entry:


Survival Guide

General Facts
1. The Dead are slow moving and the fast ones limp so if you run they can't really catch you. They mainly function on sound as their sight is awful. The only way to kill them is to damage or destroy their brain. Stabbing it, shooting it, smashing it. Take out the brain sucker dies. They are very dangerous when it large groups or closed spaces. If bitten by The Dead you come back as one of them. If scratched there is a slight chance of sickness (cold or flu) but you don't turn...

Read the rest of this update entry... 
Birds chirping. The sound of leaves blowing in the wind. Stationary cars gathering dust and a little bit of rust. Hey that rhymed. Everything seemed still besides the grass and leaves covering the long abandoned buildings and once asphalt streets. Suddenly a man, or what appeared to be a man limped out of a store and toward what seemed like a fortified wall. The man started salivating, approaching the wall and growling. Suddenly the man hit the floor in sync with a loud cracking pop sound.


Neil reloaded the guard's hunting rifle and watched the undead fucker hit the ground. He looked at the empty grassy street while listening to Needles by System of a Down. It seemed so peaceful despite the dead zombies on the ground and the stationary cars. Neil still remembered the busy city streets of his hometown when he was a child. Yorkstown was probably the same if not worse being bigger than his hometown. However seeing no cars, the traffic lights not working and the grass...it just seemed peaceful. The guard returned from his coffee break and Neil gave his rifle back. Neil could read the guard's lips say thank you and Neil said no problem, although all he heard was "Im..sitting in my room... with a needle in my hand...". Neil walked off to the ladder and climbed down from the wall. Now he could go scavenging for supplies.


Neil checked his backpack. Medical kit. Check. Ammo. Check. Flashlight. Check. That was all he really needed. Maps were irrelevant because he knew Yorkstown pretty well from previous runs for supplies. He secured his shotgun in its holster on his backpack and his baseball bat in the sling between his back and the backpack. He double checked to make sure his magnum was secure in his hip holster. He was ready to go. He made his way to the Safe Zones gate and the officers working the wall pulled on the ropes to crack open the metal gate a bit. Neil slipped through and the gate shut behind him. With that he made his way into the depths of Yorkstown.


It didn't take Neil long to find a building he hadn't been in before. It was a small grocery store. Didn't look like a Jackelope could fit in there so he pulled his magnum out along with the flashlight in his backpack. He held the flashlight in his left hand under the magnum and the magnum straight out with his right arm. He made his way into the store checking his surroundings. He saw a lot of empty shelves and broken bottles. Neil saw a zombie at the register staring at the floor. He shined the flashlight at it and it slowly looked up not knowing what was going on. Neil could see it was kind of stuck behind the tall counter so he didn't even pay any attention to it. He kept looking around the store to see if he could find anything. Suddenly there was a thud and Neil turned around to see the zombie had fallen over the counter onto its face. It started moving toward him quickly. Unable to take his bat out in time he killed it with a shot to the head. The magnum rang loudly in the store and the sound traveled out a bit. Neil could hear the hissing and groaning from the back room. "Shit"

 

[Idyllia]

Kallie was wincing in pain, she was sure she had broken her leg. It was only her and Seth left, yet they also got separated. The world must hate me. She sighed, collapsing onto the floor. Kallie was exhausted and she had no clue on what she should do next. Looking around at her surroundings, Kallie concluded that she had stumbled far enough where she should come across a Safe Zone. She held her hand out in front of her eyes to stop the glare of the sun from obscuring her vision. Her head felt lighter at least. Before the two separated, they were in a big group of people in a good safe place. They got in fights a lot, and everyone just was fed up with the constant arguing. They broke apart into even smaller groups, which were great for scavenging for supplies, but not a good idea when it comes to zombie mobs. A few days after the big group broke up, Seth had found an abandoned house. They hadn't come across a viable Safe Zone, so he had decided that they should rest there. Of course, that was a mistake. Zombies came from left and right during the night and they were woken up by their moaning and groaning. They were on the second floor of the building, being cornered by the zombies.


Seth had ushered Kallie to jump out of the window before he did, and a hand had caught onto her long locks of hair. Without any notice, Seth cut her hair, making the zombie grabbing on to it fall backwards. Kallie had fallen out the window, rather than jump. Landing on the worst part of her leg that she could've, that bone was definitely broken. She had soon passed out from the shock, then woke up in an entirely new place with Seth nowhere to be found.


Getting pulled out of her memories, she hears a familiar clicking. God dammit, does the constant running ever end? She almost groaned, but she just made a weird little inaudible sound. Kallie had to be quiet. She stood crouched near the ground and slowly crept away from the clicker. Being found was inevitable in this situation as Kallie had already went through a lot of hard times, of course the world would throw more things at her. Avoiding the gravel and the minimal amounts of grass, she didn't make a lot of noise. That's when she stepped on glass, making that crackling sound. Kallie grimaced, frozen to her position so she doesn't make anymore noise than she already has. The clicker had already noticed her, first slowly walking toward her. Beads of sweat starting dripping down the back of her neck as she silently gulped, hoping the infected would just pass by her. As it got closer, making the dreading clicking noises, she decided that she had to run. Immediately, the infected had changed attitude from careful to aggressive, sprinting towards Kallie. "Fuck." She whispered, running away from the zombie.


She seldom turned around, maybe once or twice to throw a knife. Kallie had magnificent aim at long ranged things, but put her against someone in a fist fight, she would lose in an instant. That makes her vulnerable if she isn't careful around the infected. Her gun had one bullet left and she was running out of knives. She wanted to only use the gun for dire emergencies only, but she didn't want to waste all of knives on one stubborn zombie. "Just die already!" She yelled pulling out her pistol and shooting his head, making the zombie collapse. "I'm tired of this shit." Kallie hurriedly jogged away from the site, hoping no other zombies would be called forth due to the loud shot. Her limp was getting pretty bad, she had to take care of her leg soon. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, wishing she hadn't had bangs.

 

[Keiser]

Draven wakes up by a loud grunting noise, heard from the distance, he rapidly grabs his bandages and wraps them around his hands, in a Muay Thai manner, if he had to hit something, he didn't want his wrist snapping that second. He gets up from the tiny hole he was sleeping in. He grabs his knife from his backpack slot and runs to the ''zombie'' . He tackles it, throwing him some feet away,getting on him and stabbing him repeatedly on the face. He relieves a great breath, then turns around, he sees a zombie making clicking noises God damn clickes, i wish all of those fuckers died. He crouch walks all to the direction the clicker was, when hes close enough he grabs its neck with his left hand and stabs his face with the other.


He falls on his knees, he laughs a bit, almost chuckling, he turns, and sees a corridor infested with spores. He hears a great loud, grunting noise. He waits to see what was it. It was an enormeous, ''fat'' zombie, walking very stupidly. Bloater?! Oh no. He turns and runs with all the force he has, while shouting ''FUCK, FUCK, FUCK , FUCK!'' He sees the mall door, he runs and uses his shoulder to break it open, he falls on his hip and starts rolling, he had no idea there was a great fall down. He smashes into the ground, stabbing himself with a nail in his hand. Oh god, oh god, this is the worse day ever. He grabs it and pulls it out. He screams of pain, even tough he was praying he wouldn't attract more zombies. He checks his shoulder, full of broken glasses, slicing his shoulder.


He walks tumbling to a dumpster, collapsing right next to it, he sees the lights fading out of his eyes, he was fainting of the pain he suffered in such a short time. He passes out. 
//


Gonna sleep guys, good night!

 

[SnowStorm42]

Neil watched as the doors to the back of the room burst open and zombies fell out onto the ground. He quickly ran to the door of the store and locked it. It was made of glass so it would shatter quickly with the force those zombies applied. Neil turned and looked down the street. A few of the dead started to stir..some coming out of cars, others out of buildings and alleyways. His gunshot rang louder than he thought. He holstered his gun and pulled his bat out its sling. There weren't that many. They waddled slowly. Neil went into a sprint. The dead walked toward him from the sides as he ran but they were too slow to catch up. Neil turned the corner to see an abandoned street with a few trees and a wrecked bus. He ran for the bus. A zombie fell out of a rotting car. Neil smashed its head in blood splashing out, as it reached for him. Its rotten arm fell to the ground quickly. Neil threw the bat up onto the bus and jumped at it grabbing the edge of the roof and pulling himself up.


He picked up his bat and put it in the sling on his bag. He jogged over to the hole the wrecked bus had made in the side of an apartment building. He peered through a a small gap between the hole and the bus and peered through with his flashlight. Light illuminated the interior of the building revealing a bunch of dead who reacted to the unfamiliar light and walked toward the bus. Neil sighed and put the flashlight away. Suddenly he heard a shot ring out. He looked back to see a few of the zombies from the previous street turning the corner. It seemed that he had two options: Go back and fight them for a new route, or head toward the gunshot. Neil sighed and hopped off the bus going into a jog.


He turned a few corners and cut a few alleys before getting a bit tired. Neil saw a fire escape with a zombie under it. Placing the cold bat into his hands he approached the zombie and smashed its face with out hesitation. He put the bat in its sling and took a few steps back. He used to be a scrawny kid who probably wouldn't have been able to pull up onto the bus years back. The apocalypse changed him. From his time with the coyotes and after Neil slowly became a...well..a survivor. He wasn't a body builder but he had plenty of muscle to spare. He picked up combat tips and was always ready with a few plans before going into anything. He ran and jumped grabbing the bottom of the ladder. He pulled himself up with his arms and climbed the rest of the ladder up. When he was finally on the fire escape he went up the steps and to the roof. He looked across to see a field of roof tops and apartment buildings. Neil sat down on the ledge of the roof and looked to the streets below. He began to admire what the apocalypse turned a city into...a beautiful work of art that you'd see in some weird movies or comic books. Neil then strayed from the thoughts of how beautiful Yorkstown was to the night...The night his career as a coyote ended. He sighed as he thought about that cold rainy night. And now here he was...on his own again.

 

[Kininarimasu]

Of course, doing what she was doing at the moment would be enough to make anyone yell at her. She had a habit of putting herself in these situations, whether it be with the living or the dead. At the moment, Zoe Carlton was dashing through the infested streets Yorkstown, cradling the severed arm of one of the dead against her chest. Her eyes were lit with a crazed look and she was salivating. "So lucky!" She squealed loudly, laughing as she ran. When she came across her specimen, she jumped for joy and hooted and hollered until a horde of them were slamming on the barricaded doors. But instead of running she had cooed at them and made baby noises which led her to the current situation. She passed under the shadow of a building and her eyes landed on the figure of a man sitting on its ledge. He appeared to be admiring the landscape.


She paused for a moment, that shit-eating grin never faltering and placed her hand over her eyes like a visor. Chapped lips formed an 'O' when she confirmed that this person was indeed alive and the first survivor she had ever seen. Getting excited all over again, she carefully wrapped the arm in gauze and laid it by her feet, before jumping about wildly and squealing. "Hey! You Mr.Man Upon The Rooftop! Hey, are you alive? Down here!" She continued to wave, not bothered by the approaching mass of decaying flesh shambling her way. She just kept jumping like a lunatic. Since this was the first time she laid eyes on someone alive, she was bound to be distracted and definitely ecstatic.


She fell roughly on her rear when she jumped on the arm and tripped. "Ow. Aw no fair you stupid arm. And rude as well, I rescued you from being turned and this is the thanks I get?" She shifted to her knees and started slapping the arm repetitively while holding her stomach. "You're to much, seriously. I can't wait to experiment on you!" It was finally at this point that she noticed the pack of hungry monsters that had her surrounded on all sides. She wasn't fazed though, she saw it as merely as another learning experience. She flung her arms out wide as if to embrace them. "Don't be scared little guys! I won't hurt you, cross my heart and hope to die!" She cackled again (seeing as her laugh is more cackle than anything else.) and hollered "Woohoo!" It seemed like she was getting a kick out of living in a devastating world.

 

[SnowStorm42]

It was pouring hard. A truck sped down through the streets Pawnee City its tires splashing as it drove. The wipers tried to get the water off the windshield but the downpour didn't allow for it. A man sits behind the wheel, a mask on his face that imparts fear and death. A gunshot. Neil looked down at his hip to see his own blood. He looks back up to see a wall. CRASH. Neil stumbled out of the truck as another sniper round hit the inside of the truck. Close call. He ran into an alley next to the truck holding his hip and magnum out. Suddenly at the end of the alleyway a coyote turned and pointed their pistol. Neil threw his arm up aiming back. BANG! There was only the sound of rain and men shouting in the distance after that. Neil's face felt hot under his cold metal mask. He remembered how cold the floor felt with all the water on it. But he felt so alive laying there on his back.


Neil broke out of his small flashback as he heard a woman parading down in the streets yelling up at him. She seemed crazy and too excited. Neil stood from the ledge and examined the buildings, windows, and streets below. She stumbled and started hitting a...an arm? Neil blinked a few times. He wasn't certain if this was a trap or not. He examined quickly once more the rooftops, the buildings and the streets. There was no sign that this was a trap, but that meant the girl had to be...he looked down to see her spreading her arms almost as if to embrace a flock of zombies that was coming. "Oh for fuck's sake." He ran for the fire escape and went down as quick as he could. A zombie lurked behind the woman. Neil pulled out his bat and slammed it over the head. He tapped the girl on the shoulder so that she would acknowledge him. He watched the zombies as they grew closer. They didn't have a lot of time to talk.





"We should probably go. They don't necessarily want hugs" Neil said trying to joke a bit. A sense of humor got him far in the apocalypse. He looked around quickly once more just to make sure this wasn't some trap. Neil knew very well how these things worked. He had been on both sides of the spectrum before, mostly on the end that sprang the traps. He shook the thought off. He saw a familiar store on the other side of an alleyway. He knew for a fact he had been on that street before. The store was a music store. "If you want to be their lunch though i won't stop you. There's a store over there we can hide in though" Neil said pointing down the alley. They didn't have much time so it was on the woman whether or not someone was going to get nommed on today.

 

[Keiser]

Draven wakes up rapidly, by hearing some zombies groan very loudly, he drags himself to see over the side of the garbage bin, Survivors.. He gets up, shakes his jacket off and walks slowly over there, a zzombie groans behind him. He turns around and grabs it by its neck and slamming it down, since they practically are at the verge of death, he was as light as a feather. When the undead being was thrown on the ground he stepped on his face, completely destroying its skull. He turns around and goes at the persons direction again, he sees them walk toward the music store. He walks slowly to the store. Standing very near them. He turns the corner and stand infront of them.


''Hello. I'm a survivor just as you guys. May i know if you're a coyote or something that will threaten my life? I would love a group of survivors. If i could join you guys in anything you're doing.''

 

[The Darkling]

freyja was hiding in a destroyed building that had lost its roofing. There she had made herself a little hobo camp. She knew she was generally safe up where she was and had never had any problems in her little camp site. But today was just noisy and full of commotion, whoever making that commotion was going to be drawing many of those sick shitheads to this area. With a stretch and yawn she was up for the day and she peered over the edge of her building. "going to be one of those days.." she sighed and covered her food and gathered her weapons and pinned them to her body. She uncovered her coat and slipped it on. More noise from below. From what she saw there was a crazy girl running and screaming while zombies took there ever so entertaining chase. She expected to see her be eaten but i larger man came at her with bat and knocked that zombie bastard out. A smirk crawled onto her lips, "survivors huh? been awhile since ive seen some of you" then she noticed another man come out of nowhere, likely seeking to join them she supposed. Should she try and go down to talk to them? She had lived up here so long she wasnt sure she wanted to leave. besides all her things were up here. She gripped the gun strapped to her thigh and decided it was best to at least say hi..but at least be weary.

 

[Kininarimasu]

Zoe jumped sky high when a loud crack sounded from behind her and a warm hand tapped her shoulder. "Kyah! Holy frijoles, you can't just do that!" She apologized repeatedly to the surrounding dead who seemed to pause in their advance then squealed excitedly and dropped to the ground where the dead corpse lay sprawled. She looked up at her savior with a huge manic grin. "Just because they don't want hugs doesn't mean I won't give them one. Also, I have no intention of being their lunch, although it's more around dinner, because I wouldn't be able to learn anymore!" As she spoke she used a rubber glove to scoop some of the brain parts into a baggie, which she then stored in her pocket. She hefted the arm over her shoulder and pushed her glasses up into her hair.


She followed him to the music shop and was about to ask his name when another voice made her jump again and bump into the man in front of her. "What the hell I don't even...!" She spun around at the words, " Hello. I'm a survivor just as you guys. May I know if you're a coyote, or something that may threaten my life? I would love a group of survivors. If I could join you guys in anything you're doing." and found a man who looked to be a few years younger than herself. He had dark hair, in contrast to the man in front of her who had blonde hair. Without hesitation she nodded and shot forward grabbing his hand and shaking it vigorously.


"Of course you can join! My name is Zoe Carlton! I don't know his name, but it's whatever." She dropped his hand and tucked the arm carefully into one of the deeper pockets of her lab coat the arm, before circling around the pair. Her hands shot up and gripped each of their chins, spinning their heads this way and that. The manic grin was back and clapped them on the face twice before moving towards the store, walking backwards and eyes twinkling. "You two remind of two remind me of two Undead I keep as databases!"

 

[The Darkling]

She quickly and carefully made her way down the steps and once she reached the bottom she stayed as quiet as possible trying to find any signs of life or death. She peeked around the corner and noticed from here the music shop was only a few blocks away. "no zombies present at the moment..but best be prepared" she slipped her gun from its holster on her leg and cocked it, ready to shoot when need be. One more deep breathe and she was running. As she ran she checked all around her searching for anything that might attack her. she just needed to get to the store and she had run longer distances before out in the open. but since they caused so much noise who knows what might coming limping around a corner? Her breath was coming out hot and quick and she thought she saw movement to her right but she couldnt focus on that now because she was closing in. About 10 feet to the store she heard a quick noise and looked to late to see a clicker ram right into causing her to be knocked off her feet and skid against the ground a few more feet. "fuck!" her gun had fallen out of her hand but not to far from her. she tried to reach it but the clicker had pounced onto her and she had to focus on keeping its disgusting face from hers. "you disgusting piece of shit i will rip your head off!!" she snarled and gripped its neck in her left hand and reached for her gun with the other. It attempted to scratch at her but it was minimal due to the thickness of the clothing. "i could easily kill you with a blade you know but id take so much more pleasure in seeing your brain scattered across the pavement!" finally she managed to get her foot under the creature and kick it hard enough to give her a moment to grab her gun. she turned around just as it lunged for her and the shot from her gun went right through its skull. Something resembling blood splattered onto her and the ground. "disgusting.." she got up by her elbows panting and looking around for anymore.

 

[Imrealk]

It was always loud. It was way too loud. The groaning, the clicking, the Hissing; it was agonizing. "You goddamn fucking zombies are the problem here. Always making noise, you really don't know how to fuck off, do you?" An irritated Fisher Blake took out his duel swords, ready to knock out a couple of these terribly persistent and annoying zombies. Slicing off one of the arms of the three zombies, Fisher used his other sword to penetrate an upcoming zombie's chest in the process. Stunning them both, he kicked the third one in the chest and turned, making a clean getaway. Running in to the open, he took in the unkempt surroundings and broken windows of dark buildings. "I knew this generation was screwed."

Fisher continued on his way, glad to finally be in the newly found quiet of the outside. Well, almost quiet. Gunshots. Yelling. People. Without second thought, Fisher went running, without care of whatever else might be attracted to the noises. There were people. He couldn't be alone anymore. Rounding a corner, He saw them. The crowd of zombies, along with actual uninfected people on the other side of the wall of the undead. Slipping out his duel blades, He began slicing, kicking, stabbing away at the infected beings. Fisher, being a man of few words, didn't ask for help. Well, until he was literally surrounded by six zombies. "Excuse me? Do one of you think you could lend a hand? I'm in a bit of a sticky situation." Continuing to kick and stab zombies, Fisher could only hope they could take the risk of helping him.​

 

[The Darkling]

Freyja was panting and noticed how more zombies started making their way around buildings, "really?" she wiped her forehead and looked back at the store where the other survivors were taking refuge. Whether they chose to come out and fight was there choice but hell she was already out here so why the hell not. "really now your the one who has managed to get yourself stuck in there!" she checked her gun and nodded getting up quickly to hep the poor stranger. She managed to shoot and kill one coming up from behind it and the second one in front of it had a nice clean jab through the skull with a long blade she took off her arm. "how did you manage to do this anyway!?" she was firing her gun now that she to was in the middle of it standing next to the guy who had managed to be the main target for these demented assholes.

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

One-mississippi....two-mississippi....three-...





The gunshot faded out quickly and a feeling of calm settled on the world around her once again. Keeping her hands in her pockets, she rose slowly from her squatting position on the edge of a roof. It was an old apartment building that she had managed to snag with the group of guys she was leading out in order to get some supplies and hopefully some good loot. A frown creased it's way onto her lips, her feet moving along the edge towards the direction of the gun shot. A gust of wind blew causing the short girl to pause for a brief moment to make sure she didn't loose her balance. Picking up her pace even more she started to run, the hilt of the sword she carried banged reassuringly against her left hip. In truth, the small motion calmed her nerves considerably. Leading from a jog into a full on sprint she prepared her muscles to leap onto the roof below. There was about a four foot gap between buildings, she didn't have time to calculate the possibility of her not making it. Pushing off of the cement, her legs and arms kicked uselessly in mid air before her body slammed into the rocky concrete. Rolling, she came up on her feet in a half kneeling position wisps of blue tinted white hair came flying across her vision from the impact. Azure eyes surveyed the roof, waiting to see if she could hear anything more. Gun shots echoed in the distance, seeming closer then before. Gospel couldn't tell if they were getting closer...or if she was.


She had decided to keep moving, the roofs were by far the easiest way to the sound of the noise. That is, unless you come upon a large intersection. Cursing, she stood on the ledge narrowing her eyes as she looked down. There were indeed people, noisy and attention grabbers but still people. Finding the safest route down was a fire escape with a zombie leaning halfway over the balcony down two floors she let out an exasperated sigh. Tying her long hair back into a sloppy high ponytail Gospel decided that she didn't have much time before they made it over the wall. Deserting wasn't in her, but she thought maybe if she gathered information it would be useful later. Putting one boot over the rust covered fire escape she let the other come over as well. Her body dropped like a stone, black gloved hand gripping onto the latter as it screeched downwards from her body weight. The zombie below turned it's head towards the sound of metal on rusted metal just as the heel of Gospel's right foot slammed downwards on the back of it's neck. Inertia coupled with the force of her kick sent the railing through the zombie's neck severing the head from the body. The latter shuddered to a stop a few feet from the ground. Hopping off, she turned down the alley and started hauling ass towards the sounds of gunfire and yelling. Gospel might have been the Queen of reckless, but all of the noise they were making was just plain stupid.


Slowing her roll, the girl pulled her blade from it's holster gripping it tightly in her left dominate hand. She took notice of a man wielding two swords. Gospel decided he was relatively smart and on that note, she swung her body lopping off the head of a female zombie running towards the man. She exchanged a glance with him for the briefest of moments before she turned again with another swift movement slicing her blade through a male zombie behind her. Grimacing, she felt the ache of an old wound acting up, but kept fighting. Gospel's thoughts raced though she said nothing keeping her blank look. Simply coming down here for the thrill of it she scolded herself, noting how reckless it was helping strangers. Yet, they were human a fact she couldn't ignore even if the Coyotes could.


((sorry if it's long I had some catching up to do))

 

[Imrealk]

Fisher was in the middle of slicing off the head of an infected, when he suddenly heard a voice of a woman. "Really, now your the one who has managed to get yourself stuck in there!" He spun his head around to the voice and simply rolled his eyes. He had no business in justifying why he was worth being helped. He sliced off a few limbs of some other infectees when she said, "How did you manage to do this anyway!?" He gave an exasperated sigh and glared at the girl.

"To answer your question truthfully, don't ask me. I came here in hopes of getting in touch with other people, and there happened to be these infectees. And maybe think your attacks through. Firing a gun? Do you really think that will help is in the long run?" He continued to jab and and slice the undead bastards when yet another person came to view. Silently, another sword wielder sliced her way through the head of a woman in front of Fisher, and locked eyes with him. More backup. Well how lovely. Fisher turned to slice the head of the seemingly last zombie, and watched how it's lifeless body hit the concrete.

Fisher huffed a deep breath and looked to the two girls. He offered a smile. "Thank you ladies. I appreciate you patronage." Giving a bow, Fisher tucked his swords back in to their proper sheaths. "I'm Fisher Blake, or whatever you want really. I've been looking for a group to partake in for a few months, so I thought maybe, if it wasn't too much trouble, you could help me out a bit." He looked toward the other group, the one consisting of a female with a lab coat on and two men. "This is the first human interaction I've had in a few months, so I apologise if I come of rude or concerning." Fisher gave another bow but this time to the three. Offering a smile, he hoped in his head that they would consider the idea of a team.​

 

[The Darkling]

Freyja was panting at the end of it all and she tucked her pistol back into its holster and she wiped her blade clean. "well i wouldnt be judging the methods of somebody who just came to your rescue" she crossed her arms and looked at the two of them. "im not part of a group, i was on my way to talk to the group hiding in that building when i ws attacked. And you just happened to be getting attacked to. I have never been the kind of person to abandon another who is about to be eaten" She didnt even know the other girl but she wasnt sure about how she felt about her yet and she was thinking now that maybe it wasnt such a good idea to come from her campsite.

 

[Keiser]

Draven gets confused by the lab girl's reaction, grabbing him by his chin and making that really strange comment. He frowns and shrugs it off, it's maybe a strange thing of her, but it didn't really matter to him. hears all the shooting and zombies being sliced open. He folds his arms and looks to the direction the noises were coming from. He sees a man fighting, slicing and dicing, alongside another woman. Oh, great, more people. He sees the man come into the group he had just made's direction. He stands firmly looking at the man come, once he's here he makes an introduction to himself, bowing. Heh, nobody does that anymore. He says in his head ''I believe it's long since any of us have had any type of interaction with something that only thinks about killing.'' He laughs slightly.

 

[The Darkling]

Freyja blew some hair out of her face, "i can see why some of might have slight interaction problems..probably including myself..its not like we have any reason to be polite to them" she pointed to the bodies that now scattered the ground and she analyzed the man she had seen previously, it was much easier when these people were face to face with her. "i should probably be getting back to my camp then..i was simply curious at this new found group of humans that popped up near my home and was wondering if you all even had enough supplies" she shrugged and looked at the women with the coat. she did seem to be a strange one but in this day an age what could be considered strange anymore.

 

[Keiser]

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Oh wow, tought you were talking to us! *facepalm*

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

Closing her eyes, Gospel sheathed her sword. Staying quiet, she adjusted her onyx vest so that it would hide the ranking patch she had on her collar. Flipping the leather up, she hid her neck as well. She didn't need these people turning violent on her just because she bore a symbol of a very notorious group. Opening her eyes again she looked at the two seeing the man move over towards the rest of the group. It came to Gospel's attention that she could possibly go with them. But, with that said...to what end would he hunt her down? Sighing sightly, she took a glance towards the way she had come making no movement to follow the man. Gospel afforded a glance at the other women, she seemed friendly enough though fairly dumb to be using a gun in such an area. A friend had taught her that once. The camp she had mentioned was interesting, though she said nothing. She preferred to listen around strangers, kept from people asking too many questions. Still debating what to do, she thrust her hands back into the pockets of her cargo pants. Letting out a sigh, she moved her feet towards the store. If there were supplies, the least she could do was bring back some water for the guys. It would keep her from a very lengthy explanation as to what corner of the earth she fell off this time.

 

[SnowStorm42]

Neil watched as more people flocked to the group starting with a guy who bluntly greeted them as if it was a casual everyday thing but Neil knew that the guy was just trying to fit into a nice group where he could survive. it wasn't a problem. before he could speak up the crazy lady, Zoe, was what she announced her name to be, starting going off. Neil couldn't even say his name before the woman started inspecting both of them holding them by the chin. She then stated they looked like two zombies she knew. "Not sure if that was an insult or a statement but thanks I guess?" Neil said with a smile. The smile quickly faded as he looked though. The threat of zombie in the area was slowly growing. Introductions would have to wait. As they were entering the store Neil turned though and saw that the horde turned its attention to a gunshot.


Given his height Neil looked over the zombies to see a woman with a dead clicker near her. Neil's first thought was why a clicker was so far up here in Yorkstown, but his second was that he had to help. He took out his bat and started smashing some zombie heads in making his way over, when he noticed that now a guy stood there two slicing and dicing the zombies. Neil stopped to see they had the situation well underway. There was another person but a zombie fell on top of him from the side. Neil grabbed its neck. He knew better than to grab it anywhere else because there was a chance his hand would slip. He flipped the corpse over onto the ground took the bat, raised it over his head and went down with a fury. It was dead.


He stood back up to see if the group was still there. Neil couldn't say this was the biggest group he'd seen outside the walls of the safe zone but it was the biggest number in a while. He saw the girl with the darker hair talking to the swordsman. Neil looked around to see the threat diminished. The group of three had taken care of them. He looked back to see the store was secure and saw the crazy lady and the other guy were safe. he then turned around and froze. Talk about blast from the past. He didn't know whether to be happy or anxious to see the familiar face and hair of Gospel. Neil didn't put his bat away, knowing more zombies would be on their way to this area, and because she was here either by chance, or she was going to kill him for the way he left the coyotes that fateful night. He approached her still uncertain if it was really her. "Gospel?"


((Any errors or confusion let me know. I myself got a bit confused but I think we are all roughly on the same page? xD ))

 

[The Darkling]

when the taller blonde man came out from this store she figured it would be easier to ask him if there was anything they were in need of but before she could ask he had his attention drawn to the other women who had helped them fight. she wasnt in much of a hurry so in terms of having something exciting happening she thought it wouldnt hurt to stick around a bit longer. maybe if she at least had the chance to know this group some might be good allies. sure lonering about was fun but i time was going to come when she was going to need someone else around and she knew that. she wasnt going to abandon anyone either, she may come off a certain to most people but she did want to help anyone she could to survive. the more people that could survive this hell, the better their chances could be at finally being able to live normally.

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

Her head turned, sword pointed towards the sound of her name. It was such a shock to hear someone who had recognized her that reflexes had kicked in. She held the blade at the guys throat. Narrowing her eyes she paused, she knew that voice. Looking him over, her eyes widened and the tip of her sword dropped to the ground.


"N-Neil!?"


She stared at that blonde hair and his cold blue eyes coated with shock. Gospel blinked, before sighing and sheathing her sword. Figured the first word she would say around the group would be his stupid name. Giving him her regular cocky smirk she placed a hand on her hip.


"Damn, life as a loner really did you in huh?"


She teased slightly, looking him over again. He looked different then the last time she had seen him. But, that was years ago and he obviously hadn't recognized her at first either. Taking a quick glance behind her she frowned seeing a zombie stumble around the corner. This one moved slow as hell, but still this wasn't the best place to have years of discussion.


Looking back, she wished she would have taken the offer and left with him.


Back when she was younger and stupid.


Now she was just old and reckless.

 

[SnowStorm42]

Neil threw his hands up while still gripping the bat as a long piece of steel reached his neck. When she uttered his name though and the steel vanished Neil put his bat in its sling and put his arms down. He smiled and hugged her for a bit before taking a few steps back and examined her. She had really grown since he had last seen her. Her personality didn't seem to change though as she gave that classic smirk of hers.


"I'm still breathing though" He laughed. She had a point. Him being alone all the time, scavenging and scouting, usually he came back bloody, beat up, and tired. The safe zone probably wasted more time patching him up then doing anything else important. However he would rather be here then in a pile of bodies outside of Pawnee. He shook his head still in disbelief that it was her.


Neil saw a zombie down the street moving forward and followed Gospel's gaze to see yet another one. It seemed that the group's little shindig attracted some attention. Neil calculated and assumed it was more than just some though. He was expecting a horde within the hour. The music store though, if he recalled correctly was beyond safe, and had a few escape routes. "We should probably go inside. I don't think the corpses care so much about catching up on past times." Neil joked. He faced the direction of the black haired woman and the man with the swords. "You guys should also come along." That was classic post-coyote Neil. Always offering help to strangers. He waited for Gospel to walk first and gestured for her to walk first. Chivalry had to live on.

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

"He jokes! I think hell just froze over."


She mused softly looking around at the in closing threat. At the sound of his other comment, Gospel stared at him like he had grown two heads. First he hugs her now he's offering strangers refuge. Pushing down blush from the sudden unexpected contact she continued to look at him weirdly. "Sense when did you become all goody goody?"


She questioned, though she was one to speak having stepped in to help the other two fight off a group of zombies. Moving forward, pain ripped at her side, causing her to clench her jaw. She seriously hoped she hadn't reopened the wound. It would be a pain to restitch. Continuing to move she held back the pain, noticing more and more zombies. Picking up her pace, she headed towards the building. This wasn't good,the guys had probably realizing she pulled another disappearing act. Surely they would try to track her. Glancing around she opened the door, holding it open for the rest.