Multiple Settings "Don't Get Bit"

[Zorgi]

Jesus was brought in with the two girls, he was terrified. Two dogs were with them, he loved dogs, but these ones were kind of big and scary. The girls was seperating the dogs, Jesus thought it was a bit sad for the dogs, he didn't know why they couldn't say hello to each other.

"Hey, bud? Mind getting some food for Loki and Howie? You remember where it's at, right?'' Allana said to Jesus as he smiled and nodded. Jesus now got familiar with who she was. She was nice, sometimes she gave Jesus food when he ran away from the foster home.
Jesus walked to get the food. There was a lot of food, Jesus filled up two bags and brought them to Allana. They were very heavy but he tried his best.

Jesus was very scared. He looked out of the window to see man of the monsters coming close. He didn't know if they would hurt us, they had the looks of that they would, but he couldn't know.

 

[Zorgi]

The red haired girl had got into Clarke's car. He didn't normally take strangers into his car. He wouldn't really care if she would die out her, but Clarke thought of his family. ''I have to find my family! I cannot let them get hurt out here.'' Clarke said as he looked around on the road.

Suddenly a man's hand slammed on the hood of the car. Clarke bursted out in shock ''What the fuck? Seriously what the hell is going on here?'' he said with a angry/curious face. The man shouted "Hey! Help! Give us a ride, please! Don't leave us here!" Clarke didn't want to bring them with him. ''I don't have space any more, you would have to try another place!'' he shouted as he waved his hands for them to go away.

Suddenly the red haired girl said "Please!" He pleaded, looking around him at the ensuing chaos. They couldn't stay here! They'd die!''. Clarke looked at her irritated. He thought about taking the people with them, be he didn't want to.
''Alright, get in the back, but hurry the hell up!'' Clarke shouted.
The two males got into the car looking terrified.

The red haired girl wanted to check on a helicopter crash but Clarke angrily said. ''I have to find my family! That's the top priority right now, i don't care about other people, i just need them''. Clarke drove further up next to the line of cars in front of the traffic light. He suddenly saw his wife's car, a red sedan. Clarke shouted with happiness ''Oh my god! Mareen!'', Clarke smacked the car door open and didn't close it on the way. He ran to her cars wife, only to find her sitting in the driver's seat with a bloody neck. ''No! Mareen! What happened? Please honey, don't do this.'' she was dead. Her eyes and mouth were open. Clarke cried and kissed her forehead, then his wife suddenly grabbed his neck as she was trying to bit him. Her eyes were now yellow, and she looked like a creature. ''Mareen? Mareen!?'' Clarke stepped away from the car, his wife couldn't get to him as she still had the seat belt on. He took a look in the back of the car, his kids were gone. This gave him hope. They are still alive, Clarke thought.

 

[Specialist]

Status: 100%
Location:
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This was already turning to a shitshow. As the operative kept his eyes up and his body hunched to minimize his profile, his rifle was up and he was scanning for contacts. Straifing further down the block, he began to see lights and immediately moved to position himself in cover; stacking himself up against the elongated body of a military transport truck. He stopped, listening for any noise he could until distant voices stopped him cold. People weren't far from the crash-site, and if they got to Mason before the infected did, it was entirely possible that the mission would become compromised. Then again, if they got to him first, he'd still have a fighting chance. Moving to the leftmost side of the truck, he leaned out of cover and poked the barrel of his rifle over the body of the truck as he scanned the area in front of him. The first thing to appear was a red Sedan within his sights, and the driver of the vehicle, a woman, was thrashing wildly about; her eyes yellowed over and glowing with the infection. Shifting his aim to the right of the Infected, the passenger door was opened and therein stood a distraught man, obviously broken from the loss of what Joel perceived to be his wife. Dropping into a crouch, the soldier brought his rifle up to align the stock against his shoulder, peering though the scope of his rifle and training his sights on the flailing woman. A small 'click!' vibrated through the body of the rifle as he toggled the safety off and switched the selector to semi-automatic. Joel couldn't let the man suffer over the choice of having to be the one to kill his wife, as given enough time, the combined rapid flailing would tear the latch off of the seat belt, and that would be hazardous. Raising his index finger over the trigger, Joel already found himself holding his breath as he took a few more seconds to ensure his target was unobstructed from view, exhaled, and squeezed his finger gently around the trigger. With a sound no louder than a baby's cough, the rifle's first round was fired on a direct path toward the Infected's head, and waited for a killshot. Immediately after confirmation, Joel moved back into cover behind the military truck and checked the area around him. He was exposed from three flanks, but insofar there was nothing he observed to be a direct threat to his safety, aside from a potentially couple alerted survivors. Joel took a deep breath and trembled lightly to disperse the stress that had befell him; he hated having to do that, but in his mind, if was either him or that Infected killing that man in a matter of minutes if it escaped, family or not.

 

[SweetSublime]

Fallon nodding taking the leash from Allana's hands. She held the leash kneeling down near the dog scratching under his chin. His tail almost immediately began to wag from side to side. "That's a good boy" she said handing the doberman a treat. "Lets go kill these fucks, huh?" she whispered into the dogs ear. She patted him on the head one last time before standing up. "These two look great. They'll be good in case we need them to attack whatever those things are." She wrapped the leash twice around her knuckles to keep the dog from tugging. She could tell he was never properly trained but she would have Howie walking by her side in no time.

She grabbed a knapsack off the counter unzipping it. "Lets store the food in here. It'll make it easier for transport." She threw some water bottles in the bag as well zipping it up and throwing it over her shoulder securing the bag on her back. Picking up her back she propped it up onto her left shoulder while holding Howies leash in her right hand.

She peered out the blinds observing the surroundings. The coast was still clear, for now. "We need to get moving, quick" she said kicking the stuff that she had used to barricade the door away. After clearing the egress she opened the door, slowly stepping outside. The NYC streets were silent. No one was seen around. She gulped stepping to the side of the building leaning against the wall. "Come on now" she gestured trying to get Allana and the kid out of the door as quick as possible. "You let all the dogs out?" she asked. As soon as she got a nod from Allana she led the two away from the building as she stuffed a rag into a bottle of alcohol she had discovered from behind the counter. "Sorry...but we need a diversion" she said as she threw the molotov cocktail through the front door of the kennel when they were far enough. Any of those things that were anywhere near by would get distracted by the explosion allowing them a chance to escape. She pushed the two along as she watched the kennel explode into flames. With a small smirk she led the group down an alleyway. She wasnt sure where she was taking them but it had to be as far away as possible from the kennel.

Zorgi LittleAndClumsy

 

[Addicted to Coffee]

Upon hearing the helicopter crash, Chris ran out the abandon store and see smoke in a far distance..... Unfortunately for Chris the noise attracted a large horde and it started to run towards him.
"Crap" Chris said as he sprinted the opposite way, Chris look back there was about 10 affected chasing him.... As he dashed his way down the ruined streets Chris sees a small opening in a garage door from Moe's Auto Shop, Chris would squeezed his way into the garage door.... Chris would press the close button and the garage door slam shut as the horde of the affected were banging on the steel garage door

As he made his way inside Chris would exit though though the back door of Moe's Auto Shop and back into the streets. As he head down the streets he notices a red Sedan and sees an man in distraught with a woman who is affected..... Before Chris could react a single shot came out of nowhere and ripped though the affected's head. Chris notices the person who fired the shot was a solider. Chris would slowly approach the solider with his hands up "I am not affected don't shoot" Chris thought back in the past during his time in Boston when Soldiers were quarantining the affected and some people he knew were put down by soldiers even before they turn. He has a distrust in them as he slowly approached the solider with the rifle. He hopes this one is not trigger happy

Chris thought if it means finding his sister Ellie who he has not seen in 5 years it is worth the risk, Chris takes his chances slowly approaches the solider trying not to startle him. "I just have a few questions and need directions" Chris said

Specialist Zorgi

 

[Addicted to Coffee]

Andrew thought to himself "I know there were outbreaks and infections across the nation and I thought they said it is under control"? All the of a sudden the car stop and the stranger who picked them up ran out of the car to a red sedan in the middle of the road. The stranger looked really upset.... All of the sudden the affected driver of the red sedan lunge at the stranger. "Damn it man what the heck are you doing are you tired of living?" Andrew went out of the car to help the stranger... All of a sudden the affected went limp and after a bullet ripped though the affected's head. Andrew stood there shocked what he just happen

Zorgi Specialist LittleAndClumsy

 

[Specialist]

Status: 100%
Location:
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Joel, having situated himself behind the elongated body of the military truck, prepared for this occurrence. Already, an echo of feedback lightly manifested as a faint chorus of guttural barks, frenzied snarls and yapping, slobbery vocalizations. The COMTAC headset he wore gave him a direction of where the sound appeared to be heading to, and at that moment, it was right toward the downed Blackhawk- about several blocks away from where he originally had been. As soon as he heard the voice to his immedeate left, Joel twisted his torso to raise his rifle up and around at a pivot- pointed right for the man's central mass. "Then you better back right off 'fore I change my mind, bud." Joel's voice dipped to a low growl- the last thing he needed right now was a Civilian infringing into his matters. Admittedly, TerraGroup didn't seem too concerned with USEC's direct interaction with the public- vastly contrasted to the Nation Guard's progression from providing stability for a region to shooting anyone without a mask. Still, Joel wasn't taking any chances if it meant conditions of operational interference or imminent danger were present. His index finger visibly rested alongside the weapon's trigger guard, but didn't curl around the trigger itself. Through the yellow-tinted AFG's, Joel's brown eyes reflected hesitation. Not for himself, no, but for the man who he now aimed his weapon at. It didn't matter if someone said they were infected or not- the man wasn't a clear and present danger, but having someone looking for help would ultimately drag him down into where he did not need to be at the current moment.

 

[Addicted to Coffee]

Chris with is hands up slowly walks towards the solider but stops in his tracks when he sees the rifle pointed at him, "I better take this easy or this will not end well for me" Chris thought
He took a step backwards to ease tensions, "Perhaps we got ourselves off the wrong foot but I mean no harm" Chris said as he took another stop backwards.... The smell of burning smoke from the Black Hawk lingers the area Chris thought "Was this soldier from The Black Hawk that just went down?" He would have to take it slowly from here since this soldier just lost few of his buddies on the Black Hawk, Those soldiers were probably like family to him, Chris really never had any family growing up as a kid he did not know his real father and his mother died after giving birth to his half sister Ellie. Chris's only family member is Ellie who he has not seen since 2013 and has been looking for her since, Last time Chris saw his sister was in Boston and upon returning to Boston he has learned she ran away with two smugglers and that was 5 years ago.... Only recent rumors he has learned she might be in New York

"Listen I am sorry what happen to your friends on the Black Hawk but I have a sister as well and I need help" Chris said to the soldier "All I need is some supplies and I will be on my way" Chris trying to persuade the man in front of him

If only the Black Hawk was not burning right now Chris would quickly loot and go but the only hope for supplies right now is the man with the rifle pointing directly at him....


Specialist

 

[Zorgi]

Jesus eyes glanced open when the molotov exploded. ''Woow'' he expressed as Fallon took his hand. They went through an alleyway, quite small. They didn't know where to go, they just needed to find a safe place before getting attacked by one of those things again.
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Clarke stood there watching his wife shocked. He had no idea what she had become. A male he had just picked up stood beside him. A loud bang happened, and his wife's head exploded. ''MAREEN?'' he shouted as he stood there shocked, walking slowly away from her. He took a look at the stranger beside him. ''Did you fucking plan this? Do you have some kind of crazy ass sniper at a roof somewhere!'' he shouted to him as he grabbed his top shirt, and pulled him closer to his face. A big horde was coming from the traffic light. Clarke took a look, and dropped the stranger and ran to his car. As he was sitting in his car, he took a look at the stranger laying on the ground after he dropped him. ''Get the fuck in if you want to survive this shit!'' Clarke shouted as he started the engine. The stranger went in, and Clarke fastly drove away from the horde.

 

[Specialist]

Status: 100%
Location:
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Joel's scowl deepened. The man had balls to mention the crash at this moment, even if it was meant in sympathy. Unsurprisingly to him, the Civilian was now asking for supplies. He only had enough for a two week survival- four to six if he rationed it. The situation was looking increasingly dire by the second as punctuations of sound broke the numbing silence- he heard vehicles start up and begin to drive past them. The sound of the Infected were getting close by the minute, and he simply didn't have time to deal with this man's interactions. On another note, it was made rather clear that this man wasn't going to leave now that he'd been spotted. Lowering the rifle to a ready stance, he spoke up. "Goddammit, then come along. Stay close, head down, mouth shut and hands to your sides. Understood?" Joel dropped to a low crouch, and waved his right hand to point directly behind him as he signaled for the man to follow his lead. The soldier was internally pissed off at himself for letting his moral sense get the better of him after he just executed someone's wife, but leaving the man to die wouldn't make him feel any better in the moment. Cautious and procedural, Joel raised his rifle back to rest up against his shoulder as he made a low, continuous bound away from the grouping of houses, and toward the direction of the fire; hugging his body against any viable cover he could in order to minimize exposure while he advanced steadily toward the grouping of buildings As he advanced, the faint, telltale smokey pungent burn of an alcohol based fire hit his nose like a sudden wave, and he scrunched up in a fowl grimace. Someone must have started it, and the reason for cause could be anything. Infected bodies, information, loot-prevention... All that mattered was getting out of danger, and he wasn't in the best spot, all things considered.

Anywhere, from everywhere, the two were exposed but covered. If they weren't seen by Infected, they would most likely stumble into more survivors. The biggest assessment was to get out of the area of the crash, and Joel coerced his tag-along to stick close to him as he egressed down a narrow ally. Freezing up upon spotting movement, the soldier snapped his aim upward down the alleyway and dropped into a crouch. Whoever had been making their way down the alley before him had went in the wrong direction. 'Fuck.' Joel quickly shot his hand out in a open hand toward Chris in a signal to 'stop'. The group down there, if they paid any attention, would see a hunched, armored man with a rifle pointing down and at them. However as soon as Joel was able to quickly identify the group literally being armed with dogs on leashes, he lowered his rifle and freely held his left hand up. Not saying a word, he'd make a circling motion with his wrist indicating for them to 'turn around'. The area behind Joel where the Helicopter crashed was compromised, and was soon to be overrun. Anywhere in the city was the riskiest gamble he had, and his Helo had fallen on the outskirts of Downtown. There was no way, no-fucking-how he'd be returning to the inner city until the horde had massed to this area, and settled. "Guy, in front of me. You handle negotiations with these people." Joel whispered to Chris. Hoping they'd change positions, Joel would turn around and pull security to the narrow chokepoint the alleyway had; covering their exposure point behind them. "Keep it brief. They're heading in the wrong direction. Get them out of here, and we'll reconvene with them." For the threat this interaction posed, the soldier hoped to hell the dogs would keep quiet long enough to either merge or leave the area. He hated how much this was beginning to get grouped up, but the only choices he had by leaving the group would lead to negative consequences in this moment.

 

[LittleAndClumsy]

[[ Hey all! I'm really sorry that I haven't been posting as much as of late. I will try to have a post out tonight. Long story short, stress has been eating at me and I've been focusing on other things in efforts to relax and get back to a happy mindset.

SweetSublime Addicted to Coffee Specialist Zorgi ]]

 

[Addicted to Coffee]

[[ Hey all! I'm really sorry that I haven't been posting as much as of late. I will try to have a post out tonight. Long story short, stress has been eating at me and I've been focusing on other things in efforts to relax and get back to a happy mindset.

SweetSublime Addicted to Coffee Specialist Zorgi ]]

[No worries take all the time you need]

 

[Addicted to Coffee]

Chris compiled with Joel's directions as he approached the group, Looking making sure there are no affected nearby Chris approached the people with the dogs, As he reached the group one of the dogs starts growling at Chris, "You guys need to turn back that place is overrun with the infected" The dogs growls grew louder as it starts to bark... "Keep your dog quiet before they get us killed said Chris nervously

Specialist Zorgi SweetSublime LittleAndClumsy

 

[LittleAndClumsy]

Attack dogs? The mere thought made Allana sick to her stomach though she knew in this case that such actions were a necessary evil. It wasn't as if they had help coming, in the midst of the chaos first responders were nowhere to be found. She ushered Jesus out of the building before following, still doing her best to keep Loki away from Fallon and Howie. Why did the best two dogs have to be the ones that didn't get along? "Do we real-" She was about to ask about sicking the dogs on the undead but before anything could be said, she was watching a molotov go flying past her and towards her kennel.

Her eyes widened as the fire started, Allana staring at the building that she had worked hard to buy in horror. It was hard to watch her hopes and dreams literally burn to the ground but she knew that there was reasoning behind Fallon's actions - not that it made things any better. She continued down the alley, only stopping as Loki let out a low growl and stared ahead. "What is it, boy?" She questioned, fearing that some of the other dogs were still in the area or that the undead were. Instead, she caught sight of a man aiming a gun at them.

And at his side was another man, the man soon approaching and causing Loki's growls to turn into barks. "Loki! Loki!" She hushed, tugging the dog back to her side and looking at Chris as he relayed the information. "But.. They're back there too! Where should we go?!" Allana spoke up, looking to Fallon to see what she thought. Fallon seemed to be the more level headed and the one who's survival instincts were most in tact in the midst of their trio. And looking past her, her eyes landed on Jesus. How the hell were they supposed to keep him safe if there weren't any safe places left?

SweetSublime Zorgi Specialist Addicted to Coffee

 

[LittleAndClumsy]

You can't help everyone. That would be something that Rosalee's father would be telling her now but she didn't feel that way. Everybody deserved a fighting chance and she knew that sometimes it was worth it to help others. She couldn't just leave those two stranded! Luckily for everyone, the good samaritan that was giving her a ride was also willing to help the others. Not that he seemed to be too happy about it. She watched with wide eyes as he got out of the truck to check on somebody in a red sedan, her eyes going wide as blood splattered onto the windows of the sedan.

There was a bystander lingering by the truck and immediately Clarke attacked him, causing Rosalee to unbuckle herself and jump out of the truck. "It wasn't him! Stop! It wasn't him!" She cried, watching Clarke drop the other survivor and stalk back to the truck. She silently got back into the truck, looking at Clarke as everybody got into the truck. "Where are we gonna go now?" She questioned as they took off and drove through the streets of New York City.

In a matter of a few hours the entire city had fallen.

Zorgi Addicted to Coffee

"Hey! Stop! We don't have time for this! We gotta go!" Maverick yelled, standing up in the truck bed and smacking the top of the truck to draw Clarke's attention. He wasn't sure that it was such a good idea to ride with him now after seeing such a violent outburst but it wasn't as if they really had any better options. Maybe he'd hitch a ride to the closest safe zone and then go his own way? That seemed like a good thing to do. They were on the move again and he turned to look at Andrew, looking him over. "You good, man?"

 

[Addicted to Coffee]

Andrew holding his back "After being dropped on cement.... think I will hold.... This guy here is our best option to stay alive and we don't have anything better at the moment" Andrew starts to talk about Black Claw "You might recognize my face from the local news but I really think Black Claw is the reason behind all this" Andrew continues "According to my sources they have been doing sketchy experiments for years and looks like it has backfire" Andrew trying to explain more "They are trying to find cures for diseases and prevent future outbreaks but look what they just cause!!"

Andrew notices a down Black Hawk, Andrew talking to Clarke "Damn see that Black Hawk think we could stop to get supplies would really help our cause right now. Andrew notices a herd of affected near the down Black Hawk..... "On a second thought never mind" said Andrew

LittleAndClumsy Zorgi

 

[Addicted to Coffee]

Zorgi

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