Realistic or Modern All We Remain

[Dovahkiin]

Searching for a way to grip the lead, the United States government began to dapple in disease warfare, and there was a vaccination mix up, in which they actually inject people with the disease rather than the vaccination. At first, it hadn't seemed like a big deal - the symptoms mimicked those of the common cold, and they government assured everyone that they would get the antidote out as swiftly as possible. Nearly a week passed, and the sickness evolved into something much more horrific. At this point, the government had no idea what to do; their experiments for antidotes had been failing, and the disease continued to become more devastating with each moment that slipped by. The nation fell into chaos. Everyone feared for their well-being and health, so much so that they began to distrust each other even more so than before the release of the disease, hysterically fearful fingers thrown back and forth accusing one another of being infected.


It hadn't been long before the infected started to sink their teeth into the uninfected. The change from vomiting and headaches to biting other humans seemed to happen overnight.


The disease is transferred through bites from the infected, drinking of the blood of the infected, or eating their flesh -- though, honestly, no one would wanna eat these damned things.


6 months passed, and the majority of the world had come under attack by this disease. Electricity, water, food, and shelter, all things normally readily available to society, were abruptly considered scarce.


Those who are surviving are few; some may do whatever means possible to preserve their own lives, even it means taking others', while others may aid helping hands to those in need, still clinging to any ounce of their human nature they've got left.


But, nonetheless, you're alive. That's gotta show for something, right?





You have to survive.

 

[Dovahkiin]

"Abby?"


Abigail cast a glance at Eliah, whom was trailing just behind the woman, a look of something akin to a cautious curiousity spread across her expression. "Hm?"


"Do you think..." the girl's voice drifted off, but she soon shook her head, though her voice dropped in volume as she picked her words back up with hesitancy. "Is it safe here?"


"Well. With all things considering, yeah," Abigail responded and gave the girl a brief smile, "It should be pretty safe. I don't think there's anyone around."


Ahead, there was a building that seemed vacant. Without its windows boarded up, it didn't look like anyone had been here in a while - but, even so, there was still the chance of it being some nest for the undead; Abigail's hand lingered on the handle of her knife as they approached the building. Upon reaching the door, the woman turned to Eliah. "Stay here. I'm gonna take a quick look around." The girl nodded, and Abigail, after taking in a deep breath, slowly peeled the door open.


The rhythmic thrum of her pulse pounded in her ears, her senses on high alert, while her eyes scanned the area. Her hand slipped her knife from its holster and caught the glint of the sun through the cracked, busted windows - Abigail made a mental note to patch the windows up if the place checked out. She'd almost been done with looking around up until her eyes latched onto a chest. Brows furrowing, Abigail took a few tentative moves toward it and crouched, examining and twisting rusted lock in her hand. She took a quick glance around; there hadn't seemed to be a key anywhere. "Hey, Eliah?" she called.


"Yeah?" Eliah responded, making her way to stand halfway in the doorway.


"Do you think you could lend me a bobby pin?" Abigail's eyes went from the girl to the lock. "I think I can get this damn thing open. Maybe there's something inside?"


"Umm..." Eliah's hands raked through her hair until they latched onto something, and with her face brightening, she extracted a bobby pin, holding it out to the woman with a tiny grin. "Here."


"Thanks." Taking the pin, Abby stuck it in the lock. Before she could immerse herself too much into trying to pick the lock, her brows raised with remembrance. "Oh! Eliah, keep a watch outside, would you? Let me know if you see anything."


"Gotcha," the girl replied, saluted, then jogged outside. Eliah stood in front of the windows, still, and began her surveillance. The trees and grass surrounding them was such a stark contrast compared to everything else going on. They remained green and alive, while the entire human species was at peril, the undead walking around and biting into the living, turning those attacked into one of them. Eliah shuddered at the thought. She didn't want to ever witness that - seeing someone's life being leeched from their eyes and succumbing to this damned disease. It's sickening. However, she knew she was lucky she hadn't seen someone turn yet. Blowing out a breath, she redirected her attention to keeping an eye out for any movement.


In the distance she could barely make out a form. She squinted. It didn't have the same gait as the undead, and with what she could only assume, it seemed to be coming at the building fast -- really fast. Sprinting inside, she closed the door quietly behind her, then scurried to sit up against a wall, knees pulled up to her chest. "Abby, there's someone close," she whispered. The woman looked up, murmured a "shit", then hastily sat down next to the girl. Abigail lifted a finger to her mouth, and they fell into silence. God, please be friendly, thought Abigail.

 

[Kaz]

Tompson wished for only a few things in life; nice food, friends, water. However, from his most recently botched scavenging attempt, Tompson expelled air from his lungs and glanced behind him; two, maybe three of those undead...things.


Hard to believe they really used to be people: friends, mothers, husbands, daughters, sons. His eyes squinted a bit as a tall half destroyed building came into view, 'For the love of god, please be empty'.


The undead were gaining as he ran, cool air stinging his throat. His rifle and sidearm shifting a bit while his mind tried to formulate a plan. He could always shoot them, however, that might draw more of them.


Past training took over and he figured that his odds weren't took good to begin with and besides, he couldn't run forever. Quickly, he grabbed for his pistol and leveled it with the first one that was the closest.


Dropping to his knee and breathing out again, he slowly squeezed the trigger and saw the zombie stumble a bit and grab at its face; nice hole replacing its left eye. Tompson shot again and then again, feeling some control over the situation return.

 

[mikaluvkitties]

Kevin had been taking stock of his supplies- half a granola bars, three water bottles with maybe two water bottle's worth of water between them, a spare set of clothes, a set of needles, miscellaneous thread, a set of bandages, some knives, and a photo of his family he kept with his brother's old beanie. He was quickly shoving it all into the duffle he had, when gun shots rang out.


Gun shots meant humans, he knew, because zombies couldn't operate guns. Or could they? That'd be a really dangerous development if they could... He thought about that a few seconds before snapping back to reality, reminding himself that at the very least gunshots meant a fight, and even if one of the parties was a gun-wielding zombie, zombies didn't fight each other, which, once again, meant there was a human, and that human could have supplies- which would be really helpful seeing as half a granola bar and two bottles of water was a grim outlook on supplies.


I can just go see what's going on, he thought, What's the harm in that? And if they die, I can take their stuff, and if they don't, well, depends on if they're friendly or not. Kevin's logic seemed pretty sound to him, and resolute in his decision as well as all packed, Kevin stood up and crept slowly out the door, checking both ways for zombies before sneaking in the direction the noise was coming from. Martie would be mad if he just walked in there, and besides, it would be easier to see from a vantage point. He looked around for a ladder, and began climbing it. It was safer that way, too, because as far as Kevin knew, zombies couldn't climb ladders. That idea was just as dangerous as a gun-wielding zombie.


Once he reached the top of the admittedly short building that had so little need for a ladder it confounded Kevin- maybe somebody else thought it would be safer off the ground and the ladder climbing, gun wielding zombies got 'em- he looked over the ledge. There were quite a few of the zombies down there, and there was a guy down there shooting at them. Kevin didn't really understand the use of guns during such events- distance, probably? Admittedly safer than a knife, but what about a sword or a bow and arrow or a crossbow? That probably sounds really oversimplified, but a gun? Really?- but it seemed to be working. It was a bit of a letdown that he wouldn't just get that guy's supplies, but oh well. He decided he might as well stay up and watch, seeing how he hadn't seen another human that wasn't dead for quite some time, and this seemed like the most entertaining thing to happen to him in days.

 

[Unbridged]

Maisy groans, once again, as her hair falls into her eyes. The last ponytail holder she had was recently lost, and the girl could not bear the feeling of loose stands sticking to her cheeks and forehead as she walks. The teen stops in her tracks to wipe the sweat off her brow, but the natural oils in her skin still cause a few hairs to stick, no matter what Maisy tries to do. She needs a shower, but it was easier to complain about her hair than her situation. She tries to get her mind off her frustration by stepping one foot in front of the other, balancing on an imaginary tightrope.


Calvin follows behind his sister, in case of surprise attacks. His shot gun is swung over his shoulder and pocking ever to slightly into his back. The pinching is a constant reminder for his brain to stay on guard. The male gives Maisy an annoyed look, but he decides not to let her see it. Instead, the male whistles a soft tune and copies his sister's actions. Walking in a straight line with his arms straight out from his body reminds Calvin of people on television being tested on the side of the rode. Even before the scientific proof, it was obvious when someone had drank over their limit of alcohol, as they tripped and stumbled all around the pavement. To stop his mouth from watering over the thought of whiskey, Calvin takes a sip of mostly-clean water from his canteen.


The two have been walking for quite some today today, but it was pointless to stay put on a clear day like this. There was nothing causing an obstacle to their mission to survive, so the two continued to trudge through the empty parking lots or abandoned towns. Suddenly, however, gun fire is heard close by. Calvin glances around and aims his own gun at any possible attackers. Even though the infected are not able to use a weapon themselves, some humans go mad in this world and shoot anyone who resembles life.


The siblings duck down in a patch of taller grass and wait for the alarming sounds to stop. Calvin inches himself towards the sound, in case someone needs assistance, but he is careful to keep his sister safely in his reach.

 

[Dovahkiin]

Eliah jumped at the sound of a gunshot, her shoulder digging into Abby's ribs. "Shi- sorry," whispered the little girl as quietly as she could manage. Abby pressed her finger to her lips, shook her head, and motioned for the girl to stay still. Eliah nodded. The woman crept towards the window and dared take a peek; a man, presumably the same person who shot the gun, was being chased by a few zombies, though he seemed to be kneeling. She wasn't sure if he was gonna last much longer by shooting like that -- sure, it'd kill the undead around him, but the sound of gunshots was sure as hell bound to attract more.


She weighed her options. For one, she could allow the guy to keep shooting and draw more undead, but that had more downfalls than benefitsl Eliah and Abby would still have to deal with the remainder of those shitheads even after the guy would go down. The other option was to get the guy in here, away from the undead, and wait for the zombies to pass while they hid. Inhaling and exhaling heavily, Abigail made a decision.


"Stop shooting!" she called out, now standing in the doorway. "In here!" Abigail whirled around to face Eliah, who was already on her feet and wide-eyed. "Eliah, hurry, help me move that cabinet over there so it's in front of the windows." Both hastening to the cabinet, Eliah was leaning against one side while Abigail gripped the other, the cabinet screeching in protest against the wooden, dusted floors as they dragged it to cover the windows. Abigail swung her head to glance out the door, nerves on edge and heart racing as she waited for the man.

 

[mikaluvkitties]

Oh, there were more people- two in the grass, two in a building. He probably never would've noticed the ones in the building if they hadn't started moving stuff. It didn't seem the people were trying to hide, though, seeing how one was yelling at the shooting guy to get into the building. He entertained the thought that she'd seen him and the grass folk, too for a moment, but she didn't seem to look at anyone other than the one guy, so he brushed it off. It hit him that she was telling him to get in, which meant she was gonna try to wait out the zombies, which meant he was gonna be stuck where he was for a bit, but the grass folk were kinda screwed. Marty probably be mad if he let them get eaten, so he should probably put some effort into stopping that. Whatever.

 

[Lord Bradorian]

"We need to reinforce that fence! Anything or anyone could stroll in and kill our men and rape our women any time they damn well pleased!!" yelled Vic. "We need to get more weapons so we can-" started Joel, but Kurt cut him off. "We need to keep calm and quiet" he stated "Tommorow, Vic, use the wooden pallets and cables we found in the basement to reinforce that outer fence. Tommorow, Joel, me and you will go to the old Military Outpost at St. Valerie's Church and look for weapons they may have left behind. I caught word on the radio the crazies had cleared from there, so there shouldn't be too much we can't handle" I said. They both nodded and returned to their beds, and I returned to mine. I opened the door to my room and fell onto my cot, asleep in seconds.