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Realistic or Modern Pandemic:Revelations Of The Dead

CrimsonBanchee

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Pandemic:Revelations Of The Dead - A virus broke out affecting the dead and reanimating the body making them come back to life.

A virus broke out and infected the world. Worldwide the dead was coming back to life and just eat. Now that people have to survive the world of the dead, can they trust each other or will they join and survive the world.
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Neo walked down the abandoned street. Her hair free and loose. Her shirt covered with both human and undead blood. Her face blanked, emotionless. Neo holds her bag over her shoulder. It had been a week since the accident with Mari and her group, walking the streets. No humans left in this town, well if there is they travel during the day. Maybe that's smart, 'But going in the dark gets you more things' thought Neo but that was always her. She entered a building and looked around, took out a few undead and made camp. She sat and opened a can of peaches. She wondered if there was anyone else, if she was the last survivor. She closed her eyes in thought. She felt a tongue lick her face. She opened her eyes looking at her Akita. She flashed a quick smile and rubbed his head. "Hey Bell you hungry?" She asked handing the rest of the can to her.
 
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Hearing the sound of slaughter in the downstairs of the human building, Amelie grew hopeful that perhaps someone was down there. This would be the first human, or alive one, that she had seen in weeks. She would have to be cautious, not knowing who was down there, they could be dangerous. It might not even be a person, it might be one of those things, the undead creatures that lingered around every corner. Amelie but her lip and crawled towards the stairs, peering down into the dark. What was this person doing making camp and noise so late at night? They could bring the monsters right to them.. But.. She stayed exactly where she was, not risking going any further, the person down there may think that she is one of the undead and kill her, she had to be tactful. "Is anyone down there?" She said, quietly, hoping it was somebody human.
 
Clara was moving through the streets quietly, her boots barely making a sound against the concrete slabs below. They were very different from the shoes she'd been used to and if you'd asked her months ago if she could ever seen herself wearing anything other than stiletto heels she would have laughed at you. Not anymore. Now Clara was sporting a pair of black leather boots, a black tank top and a pair of plain black skinny jeans. Everything she owned was now in a pack on her back, with only a change of clothes, a large sheet of plastic, a bottle of pain killers, a large roll of bandages and as many cans and bottles of food and water as she could fit. Not that her pack was full anymore. She was running out of food fast. Deciding to stop off at the nearest supermarket to try and steal some food while no one was watching, she had begun to move slowly through a shadowed back alley. It was very different from the large city she was used to, but she could now see the appeal of living in a place with so few people.


Something rustled to her left and she turned, knives drawn from the sheaths on her thighs.
"Who's there?" she asked, staring at the field in front of her ready to run.
 
Neo sat up hearing a voice and Bell started to growl. Quickly she grabbed her mussel to silent her. Peering from the corner, She sees a shadow. She looked at it and whispered in her ear. "Go look Bell bark if its ok." She said giving a tug of her collar and lets her go. She waited and watched as she left and started to sniff around. Bell came into the next room and looked under couch cushions and tables turning her head and pricked her ears up looking around seeing then she caught a sniff and walked over to where Amelie was. Bell waged her tail and walked over to her.


(vaila how about that you meet someone else in the market and out groups meet up later.)
 
Todricks heart pounded like a constant drum as his hand gripped his forearm, thick red liquid squirming out from in between his fingers due to a new wound the inside of his arm containing small pieces of glass. Few of his brown curls stuck to his forehead, his sweat acting like a glue as he attempted to catch his breath his back pressed against the cool eroding wall as he bit down on his lower lip fiercely.


Lavens hands searched her backpack hectically in search of their bandages or any type of cloth, her blue crystals looking up at her twin every once in awhile.


"It's gonna be okay Toddy," she breathed out, her quiet voice bouncing off the walls of what seemed like an apartment. A moldy couch tipped over on its side by the other wall,


"I should be telling you that it seems." Todrick responded with a weary grin as he attempted to hide his pained expression. They had stumbled into a horde down the road in a grocery store, they would have otherwise gotten out un touched but their only escape had been a shattered window. As he ran out a protruding shard had made home within his arm, they got to this place without much trouble. But it seemed at some point they had lost whatever medical supplies they had left over from their last home.


Laven suddenly stood up her brown hair falling in front of her worried expression,


"I'm going to find some supplies," she announced before running from the room leaving her twin to himself inside of the room. The 20 year old twin tried to soften her steps as she rushed down the stars and into a stray room searching for anything that could be used.
 
As the big dog approached Amelie she held her breath. 'Please be friendly,' she thought as she was sniffed by it. She didn't move to touch it, God knows whether or not its friendly or if it could be used as a lethal weapon. She stayed still but she whispered to it. "Its okay, I'm alive Im okay I won't hurt you..." She spoke fast, afraid, her heart pounding in her chest, feeling like it was going to explode in a bloody mess. Amelie had seen enough bloody messes to last her a lifetime.
 
Bell sniffed then sneezed and puts her and of her head seeing if she was friendly. Bell's tags clings together with the movement. He fur was fluffy and soft like she was normally groomed, She must have an owner. Neo waited for a long time soon she drew her gun out and started to walk the way Bell left. She made sure she was extra quiet and didn't want to attract attention.
 
Amelie reached out and touched the dog softly on the head, the dog felt nice, the nicest thing she'd touched since this whole thing had started. She thought about her own dog back at home while she stroked this one. She wondered how it was getting on, her little Maxxi, had it died already, she wondered.
 
Bell leaned and bit the bottom of her shirt and pulled it walking back and barks. Neo stood up and walked where her dog barked. She saw he in the next room, a sigh of relief came over her face. "Bell you scared me." She said putting her gun away and bends to the dog, rubbing her head. She looked up seeing a girl, quickly she stood up and pointed her gun at her. Her eyes harden looking at her, she could of sworn she saw Mari. Shaking her head and looked back, No Mari is dead.
 
Amelie put her hands up the second that the gun was pointed at her. "Don't shoot I'm not like them!" She pleaded, glancing at the dead creatures on the floor. This girl in front of her was obviously the person that had killed them, and for that she was grateful, but now she was pointing a gun at her, and that wasn't ok. "I'm not going to hurt you just please do not shoot me."
 
Neo looked at her and thought for a moment then slowly drew her gun back and puts it in her leg holster. She kneels back to Bell not breaking eye contact. "Go back and eat Bell." Once she said that bell went back and heard a can move on the ground. Neo stood up, "Sorry, Habit." She said her voice was low and she placed her hands on her hips. "Do you want some food?" She asked and started to walk not even waiting for her response.
 
Julie had been resting in a car that like many others had been abandoned. The car was out front of a supermarket that she had searched for some supplies in not too long ago. She hadn't taken much thinking that if need be she could return later for more. Julie had been living off of 'mini plans', her latest being that she travels to different locations using the cars left behind by their owners. She was just about to moved on to another location, thinking it best not to stay in one place for too long when she remembered that she had forgotten to pick up a lighter. She carefully made her way back into the market and began to head towards the correct section when she had made a small amount of noise. Apparently it wasn't too small a noise because it didn't go unnoticed by whoever was in the store by her. 'Another human' she thought having been a while since shed seen another living person. "Um, I'm Julie", She spoke from around the shelf, letting the other know she was in fact human so she would not straightforward attack her. Julie pocketed the lighter before stepping slowly around the corner with her hands visible to the other person. She made it obvious that she was no threat. Looking to the knifes in the girls hands she thought of her own, but she didn't even think about reaching for it, " I'm no harm to you, are you to me?"
 
Todricks eyebrows knitted together in annoyance as he attempted to keep a constant strong pressure on the new wound. His bright blue eyes glaring at the door waiting for anything both living and dead.


As Laven searched yet another room, her hands throwing open drawers quietly and opening doors to new rooms all of them plagued with at least a single body. She needed anything, purely anything to work as a temporary hold on the cut but was finding no luck. Going down another flight of stairs she began searching another floor.
 
Noah parked his army hummer at the entrance of some gas station before the boarders. He grabbed his machete from the back seat and looked out from the drivers window. No walkers seemed to be in view, he grabbed his desert eagle and exited the vehicle. His leather boots crunching on the cement floor, he placed his gun in it's rightful place, he always prefered using lethal weapon then guns, they provided more satisfaction. All the windows of the gas station seemed broken and nothing 'alive' was there except a crawler. He walked in slamming his foot on it's head making his rotten brain splatter everywhere.''Here you go a*sholes,'' he told himself out loud. He grabbed the first aid kit from a shelf with a pack of cigarette. He sat on the counter and light it up. He leaned on his elbow admiring the sun down.


Since the start of this hell, he hadn't stop being on the run trying to figure out what exactly this crap was. He had no more relatives or anyone too look forward seeing. He was surviving for himself, living life for the moment, not caring if some walker just came out of the road and tried eating him. He would just kill it, satisfying his hunger on them. His main motivation of surviving was to kill every single one of them, to avenge his dead father and comrades. He poofed a smoke and leaned on his elbow looking outside, it was quiet, a little too quiet to his taste.
 
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After Neo gave his girl food and water, who she found out her name was Amelie, she fell asleep by Bell. She watched as she laid on her like she was a pillow. Neo sat up and rubbed her hears. "Stay and protect." She said to Bell and got up and walked though the the door they whent through. She had to find more food. A days worth is gone because she gave it to Amelie. She went into another house and searched it only coming up with crackers and dog food. She grabbed them and puts it her bag and left going to the next on. There where two walkers in there. She pulled her knife out from her boot and runs stabbing it in the head through the eye. She pulled it out and watched it fall. The other grabbed her from behind. Groaning she walked backwards and hit the wall. It let go for a few seconds but it was enough time for her to stab it and slowly pulled it up slicing its head and torso in half.
 
Todrick with an agitated sigh lazily pushed himself off the freezing wall looking down at his dirtied attire. He wore a black button up polo over his grey top, forever stained with red blotches of blood owned by past hordes his fading jeans plagued with the substance as well.


The apartment complex was silent all except for his heavy breaths which littered the quiet room, the bleeding had slowed but was still going to be a problem.


The brunette with a shaking hand slipped his un injured arm out of the worn out pull over and ever so carefully removed it from his other arm. Laven had yet to appear and his palm pressing onto the wound wouldn't be a permanent solution. With skilled hands from much experience he use the shirt and wrapped up his four arm biting the inside of his cheek to suppress any noises that could have escaped his chapped lips. His vibrant eyes stared down at his red hands, if you where to see only his palms you wouldn't be able to tell his skin color.


With an exhausted gaze he looked up at the door as steps where heard racing in his direction. The even ruthenium which held no drag informed him that it was living just as the wooden entry was tugged open. He was met with his sisters face contorted with concern,


"This place is stripped clean, but there's that gas station we could check out. I'm sure there are rags in the back or a first aid kit." She proposed as she tugged at the strap of her withering backpack her eyes never leaving her twins wound.


"Let's go girl." Todrick stated with a small smile following her out of the building, their steps silent as they sped towards their new destination.
 
It was nice being able to get a new pair of clothes that fit Ashlyn and weren't covered in dirt and blood. In fact, it had been months since Ashlyn had gotten clean clothes because shopping centers were full of dead bodies and the occasional walker. This time, Ashlyn got lucky. The small store was abandoned, and a few bodies scattered the floor, but not a walker in sight, at least, as far as she could tell. She was there long enough to change out of the bloody rags she had been wearing in exchange for an outfit that fit her well and was good for warmth on cold nights and to cool off on the harsh sun during the day. Once she found everything suitable enough, she left the store and searched for something to eat.


Ashlyn had left the small shopping center and walked a few miles when she saw that she was approaching the borders. Knowing that this was a quite but deadly area, Ashlyn held a handgun in her hand, lowered to the ground and listening for any movement other than hers. She could see a gas station within walking distance, and could see the silhouette of a car parked within. Ashlyn hadn't scrounged up a running car in a while, so she decided to check it out. She was about to walk up to it when a walker jumped out of the tree line from behind her and latched itself onto Ashlyn's back. She wasn't surprised to turn around in attempt to get it off her back to see a dozen other walkers heading in her direction.


"Shitt," Ashlyn yelled, flipping onto her back and hearing the walker make a gurgling noise beneath her. She rolled off of the walker and used her gun to shoot it in the head. Ashlyn tried to avoid using it because it attracted more walkers, but her machete had been on her back and wasn't accessible. Without another moment of hesitation, Ashlyn leapt off the ground and slid the machete out of its sheath, slicing the head off of a walker approaching her shoulder. She continued this process until the last walker lost its head and collapsed to the ground.
 
As the last ray of light faded, Noah was packing anything that could be good survival such as the last remaining cans of food and lighters. He slugged his backpack on his shoulder and walked out of the gas station. He was about to enter his hummer when he heard a loud scream, it was evident that it was a girl and probably alone. Noah felt the urge to just leave her there to her death, people became dangerous since the start and could just back stab you just for the sake of a can of food. When he heard the gun shots, he felt guilty. Fuck it. More Walkers to kill.





He through his bag in the truck and made sure to have enough ammos. He ran to the scene but only witness a bloody girl facing corpses, she looked weak at appearance but obviously wasn't as a whole hoard was on the floor. She hadn't noticed him yet, and another hoard of zombies headed there way towards them. The girl had no chance of surviving in that gas station and possibly couldn't kill another hoard. He took this opportunity to take his machete and hit her with it's handle knocking her out light. Sorry, just making sure I stay alive during the night. He dragged her to the hummer and threw her on the passenger seat, attaching her hands tightly. He then started his car and drove of on the highway.
 
Ashlyn groaned, the first thing to greet her as she awoke being a splitting headache. She reached up to touch the back of her head, which most undoubtedly had a bump, but her hands were bound. What the hell? Ashlyn blinked her eyes open to find herself in the back of a Hummer being driven by someone she couldn't see from where she was positioned. Ashlyn brought to mind what had happened before she had blacked out, and all she could remember was killing a couple walkers. She didn't remember running into person or getting into a Hummer either. Ashlyn looked around for her weapons, and discovered that they had been taken from her.


Using her elbows, Ashlyn propped herself up into a sitting position and kicked the back of the driver's seat. "What the hell is wrong with you, whoever you are?" she growled from the backseat, flipping her hair out of her eyes and wincing as the headache worsened. She could've brought herself into a sitting position and done much more, but she waited for the driver to either stop the car or say something before busting out.
 
Noah ignored her at first and just listened to Paradise from Coldplay in the Stereo. He was lucky enough to get the hummer from the military base, there was even some music cds which made his trips more..enjoyable. He took one of his cigarettes and placed it between it's lips, ''Stop hitting my seat..I saved ya from another hoard.'' he said casually. He looked at the rearview, the girl was still a bloody mess but he could still see her young looking traits. Probably a teen.. He thought.


He adverted his eyes to the beautiful fields outside, which he was lucky enough to witness alive..not like the zombies that lurk in the fields. Flowers and nature stretching out in the horizon, nothing would ruin this peaceful moment....except hitting a walker. The whole windshield field with blood and rotten flesh, enough to make him gag. ''Well here goes the view.'' he said wincing in disgust. He then looked behind at the girl. '' Can you pass me that towel near your feet?'' he asked casually.
 
"Sorry, I'm a little tied up here. You have two hands, get the towel yourself," Ashlyn snapped, looking down and cleaning the blood out of her fingernails. The fight against the walker dozen had soiled her outfit, so blood stained her jacket but had luckily protected her tank top. Her jeans were coated in dry blood as well. So far, this guy had only annoyed her, and managed to make her headache worse. Not only that, but the smell of the walker's flesh from the windshield made her stomach flip. Ashlyn itched to get her hands on a knife so she could get rid of her bonds, but she couldn't find a blade in sight in the back.
 
'' Fine with me..'' He said. He prefered her tied up then have a potential freak come at him because of his goods. He came out of the car and stretched while breathing the fresh air of the morning. He had pulled out at some point during the night to sleep but immediately departed a few hours later because walkers started filling the street and he was in no mood to fight. After filling his lungs with the fresh breeze, he finally opened the passenger door, shoving the girls feet the other side to get the towel from the floor. He walked to the windshield and started wiping the blood away. The zombie was dead alright since all of it's guts was spilled on the hood. Gonna have to wash this crap once I get to safety..





He finally finished washing the windshield in time, when some walker was leaning dangerously towards the open passenger door where the tied up girl was. He took his machete and slammed it on the walkers head, splitting it in half. Unfortunately, the blood splattered everywhere. His black army T-Shirt officially the first thing he will throw away. He leaned on the passenger door, '' Hum sorry about that. Did it scare ya?'' he asked feeling a bit guilty while scratching his forehead.
 
Ashlyn was already unamused with the fact that she remained tied up. She wasn't a threat to him, and didn't even care about what he had regarding supplies. Ashlyn had grown used to working alone and preferred it that way; it meant that she didn't have to worry about someone else as she survived. Ashlyn was about to snap at the man again, but was interrupted by a wave of blood flying into her hair and face. She scowled, wiping the blood away from her face in disgust and turning to face the guy. "Screw you," Ashlyn sneered, using what little movement she had with her wrists to get the blood out of her eyes. "Instead of apologizing, do me a favor and get me out of these ropes. I'll take my weapons and go, I have no interest in whatever crap you've scavenged."
 

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