Realistic or Modern Patient Zero (A Zombie Survival RP)

[Rumble Fish]

Colt did not respond to either having her leg taken and being thrown onto the back of Owen. If sober and aware, she would have fought tooth and nail against it but at this point, she did not have the will or strength. All she could do was watch the man’s back as he instructed her to and give them instructions of where to go across the roofs. She just wanted to sleep. Her heart beat raced against her chest almost in sync with his strides. She could not even react to being carried, something she would naturally have hated. She kept her Glock pointed behind her, in case anything tried to chase them. With her other hand, she gripped with the grip of an infant Orangutan.

Spoiler: Apartment building

Once they were finally on the roof of her apartment complex, Colt was relieved to be let down. She took a moment to catch her breath. As she put her leg back on, she took several deep breaths, spitting several times. She felt like she was about to vomit. Her stomach churned audibly and painfully, making her cringe and double over. She took several long and deep breaths to steady herself. She finally stood up fully, looking at the four men. She looked at Owen as he made a jab about her carrying him. All she could do as a response was stick her tongue out at him with a slight raspberry before turning to the other three. She could not focus on any of them in particular. She was too exhausted.

“C’mon.” she said bluntly as she led them inside. After travelling up one floor (after assuring them there were no Things or Hazzies wandering around) she came to her door, A113. With a sigh, she put in the key and turned it, pushing the door open.

Spoiler: Colt's Apartment (clean)

The small apartment was littered with bottles of different sizes and shapes and cans, as to be expected of someone with Colt’s vices. The rooms were dark with closed blinds and curtains. Pizza boxes and old takeaway tubs scattered around the floor alongside books, clothes and empty soda bottles. The television in the corner blared static, having been left on for several days attached to a gaming console. Colt could not even remember watching television the day before the outbreak. The place had a stuffy smell like the windows had not been opened for months. Colt didn’t have time to focus on the state of her place. Keeping it clean was not something that she had ever been good at. She switched the lights on, running a hand through her hair, damp with sweat.

“Fridge has food.” She said bluntly as she went towards her own bedroom. While she had stocked her fridge with proper food, she would nornally phone in takeaways rather than cook anything fresh. Much of the time, she simply did not have the will to cook. That and cooking drunk was something Colt did not want to attempt. She looked around the room. She looked at her unmade bed. She wanted nothing more than to collapse onto it and go to sleep, but this was more important. She grabbed the small bottle of nerve pills from the top of her bedside table and took two of them before putting it in her bag. She also grabbed a bottle of red wine and some beer. She needed more than damn whiskey. And while she was alone, she dug into a drawer. Inside was a lighter and some greenish herbs. Relieved her place had not been looted, she put them in her pocket.

Leaving her room, she took a long drink of the whisky from her bag and went into the back room, waving the others in. Turning on the lights, she showed them what had once been the guest bedroom, converted into a gun den. They should not be shocked but she doubted any of them would have seen something like this so she would not blame them for being disturbed.

Spoiler: Gun Den

“I know. I look like a psycho.” She huffed as she began to look through her ammo, “Help yourselves.” She left the room, allowing them to their own devices. The woman groaned as she dropped harshly onto the couch like a dead body. Her head flopped back and she sighed heavily. She just simply could not continue with this crap. While the others found their weapons, she drank more whiskey in an attempt to calm her nerves. She needed to get herself together if she was going to keep leading them.

Though frankly, they would do better without her.​

Maj Soma Schicksal King Vioogra Mackenzie wise

 

[BunnyQueen]

Alex Marcus McCarthy
Location: The Great Escape: Outdoors & Hunt
Date: Wednesday, October 17th, 2018
Interaction: Oslonaut

Pens Don't Win Battles​

"Thanks. I think I'll live."​

The words left Sarah's lips in a slightly serious tone Alex couldn't help but hang onto every word Sarah spoke hoping and pleading that she would be alright. After Alex lost her father she found herself hanging onto Sarah almost like a baby duck that imprinted on a human Alex just wanted to be near Sarah. Alex wanted to say more to Sarah but begged herself not to force a conversation onto the poor girl, even though Alex wanted nothing more than to stay by Sarah's side Alex didn't want to run her off or appear clingy.

Sarah lead the pair to the edge of the forest and on the opposite side of the forest their was a large outlet that housed a huge two story building. 'The Great Escape' Alex mumbled to herself slightly squinting at the sign attempting to see it better. Alex had never been to this part of town before and was seeing this store for the first time she thought to herself it looked homely and quietly imagined the many families going here and buying things, probably guns and ammo from what Alex could gather between her and Sarah's conversations. Sarah turned facing Alex, Alex didn't know why she did this but assumed it was to check on her and make sure she was okay, Sarah turned quickly back around as something appeared near the building. Alex slightly panicking reached into her waistband and grabbed the silver revolver keeping it in her shaky hand she awkwardly stood between standing up and crouching position waiting for Sarah to say something.

"This is a problem...but I still need the bullets."​

Sarah muttered something from in front of Alex, it wasn't loud enough for her to hear it but Alex moved next to the girl wanting to help in any way she could Alex looked at Sarah then back at the building wondering what they could do.

"I can still get to them...if I'm careful enough. Stay here"​

Sarah whispered to Alex full of confidence Alex looked down at her hands and the revolver she was holding 'What if she leaves me again?' Alex thought to herself. Badum her heart jumped in her chest as the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end something was wrong. Alex looked up to see Sarah standing in the middle of road voidness of emotion just like she was after the car accident. Alex took a step out of the tree line before shouting could be heard in the distance then immediately after kapow kapow Alex immediately dropped the revolver in the dirt diving back into the tree line. After a few seconds of silence, Alex peaked out from behind the trees and dread filled her mind she couldn't find Sarah her breath started to get more rapid as a small tingling sensation ran across her scalp. Alex crawled forward grabbing the revolver and stood up holding the revolver in both of her hands in an attempt to stop them from shaking, Alex slowly walked closer to the building attempting to find Sarah a tear started to run down her face as fear gripped her heart. Sarah was nowhere to be seen in the front of the store so Alex peeked her head out around the side and immediately felt an ocean of relief wash over her as Sarah was seen attempting to find a way into the building.

"It would be better if you go in by yourself, but...but ill stay out here and watch our back, please be safe..."​

Alex said standing next to Sarah her nerves starting to calm but the evidence of a tear running down her face was still there, hands still shaking as the adrenaline surged through her body she placed one hand on Sarah's shoulder. After a second of waiting Alex reassured herself tightening her grip on the revolver before waiting for Sarah's next step.

 

[Soma Schicksal]

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Interacting: Maj Rumble Fish

Mentioned: King Vioogra Mackenzie wise

Located: Colt's Apartment

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[div class="Line"] [div class="Icon"] Actions[/div] Marcus led the way for a majority of the trip, he was happy that his plan worked. He followed Colt’s directions and followed a path leading to her apartment, eventually they arrived. He handed her back her leg and she connected it back on as he had a look around. This was a pretty nice place she lived in, it was clean and somewhat modern, not to mention the best news was that for the moment there were no infected around to ruin the catch of breath they needed.

Colt led them inside her actual room, at that moment he remembered Owen handed him his bat, he had a feeling he would bother him for it later so he gave it back to him before walking in to notice Colt’s apartment not being so clean but it was kinda expected to see this since she basically acted like what was right before his eyes now. As he scanned the room he noticed a name he hadn’t seen before on the mail sitting atop her living room table, if he had to assume it was her actual name…wonder why she went by Colt, maybe he would ask her later, hopefully, she wouldn’t get upset with him, he already assumed that she may want to talk to him about today’s events…something he was actually very nervous for. Attempting not to think about what may be to come back at the lodge he brought himself back in the moment trying to create conversation to fill the silent air.

“You got a nice place Colt, kinda is and isn’t what I expected if that makes sense.” He chuckled nervously. She stated that there was food in the fridge, he wasn’t very hungry and he didn’t really want to intrude in her fridge anyway. The woman called them all over eventually and revealed a room full of guns he never actually got to get his hands on…that’s when he saw it…a Remington MSR with a suppressor, laser sight, and built-in tripod. He always wanted one and only got to test out the gun a few times on rare occasions, his father always promised he would get him one but…now that wasn’t gonna happen. Colt then released the magic words from her lips ‘Help yourselves.’ Marcus had a smirk on his face before he quickly made his way over to the weapon already calling dibs on it and grabbing the ammo along with it.

Spoiler: Remington MSR

“Awesome…” He said silently to himself anyone could tell he was truly happy seeing this weapon, this was one of the few snipers he had his best memories of his father with. Well, not this one specifically but the same model of course. “Thanks, Colt, I wouldn’t dream of thinking of you as a psycho…well sorta, depends on certain situations, to be honest.” He chuckled teasingly at her and then watched as whoever else grabbed weapons they wanted. He noticed Owen seemed a little off, maybe it was from carrying Colt but he wasn’t sure yet. “Owen…you gonna be fine bro?” He asked with genuine concern.

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[BloodThunder27]

Shinoa Bradford
Age: 17
Location: Moe's “Don't Tell” Motel
Interactions: The Mad Queen

Pregnancy Progression: 39 Weeks, 1 Day

Countdown to Childbirth

Last Walk Home "Yes, I live in the apartment complex across the street from the Town and Country Grocery Store." She replied.

When he said that going to the Maternity Clothing Store was a huge risk, Shinoa agreed. Most of the ones she knew of were in the Mall on the other side of town. The city was undeniably a very dangerous place, especially with rogue black ops soldiers running around shooting everything on sight. Then there was the matter of the zombies attacking everything they see. There was danger on all sides. It was already a burden enough that she couldn't run and looked as if she could give birth any given minute. If she was unlucky enough, she was either going to be eaten alive by the zombies...or if she lived through that...she would probably become one of them. The thought of becoming a zombie before childbirth made her shutter. Due to the fact that she was in the final stages of pregnancy...Would she become a mutated monster if she was bitten? She shook her head, not even wanting to think about it. Then there was the matter of being shot dead, given how many people were just executed in cold blood at the school already. Lastly, there was the matter of dying in childbirth, which would be much better then reanimating as a zombie or dying slowly and painfully if those soldiers were sadists. Sighing, she could only hope that she would persevere and live through it all, to see her Father and Grandmother again, and to see her child grow up. When he handed her his side-arm, she only gave it a nice, long look. Sure, she's gone to the gun range with her Grandmother a few times...But that was long before she got pregnant, around when she was fourteen all the way up till she was sixteen. She hasn't gone since she got pregnant, so chances were her marksmanship was very rusty. Not only that, she's only fired at targets, but not once did she ever fire at a person. Not that she felt comfortable with the idea of doing so, even with the situation they were in. When he said he'd talk her through on how to use it, Shinoa only nodded. "Okay. I've used one before, but...I've never fired at a person."

However, the idea of being alone terrified her, but hopefully they'd both live through their current ordeal, or better yet, live long enough to find another group of survivors, join them...and hopefully escape the city with their lives and evidence of the zombie outbreak. Reluctantly, she took the handgun and placed it in her purse, having no holster to use. At the very least, she remembered to flip the safety on so that it wouldn't discharge accidentally while in her purse. As she cradled her very pregnant stomach, she looked back towards the Doctor. "In any case, let's hope we can both make it out of this alive...and not get separated. Oh and...I'm going to hope you know how to deliver a baby when the time comes...which I hope is not anytime soon." She said, frowning. "Oh and...there are some cars that we can probably use if we can find the keys. Surely the deceased receptionist has some. If not...well, I hope you have a Plan B." She then proceeded to look back towards him. "Well, if you're ready, let's get going."

 

[Maj]

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THWAK.

The sound was like home for Andy. She loved feeling the power in the bowstring, the feel of the fletching in her fingers. Everything disappeared when she pulled an arrow to her cheek, the world melted away and left nothing behind but focus and breath. That satisfying sound of arrow making contact with the targets was like therapy. It had been a trying morning already, an extension to an even more trying week. The girl couldn't help but wonder if this was just what existence was going to be like from now on. A hunting lodge that had once been sanctuary and solace for Andy had become suffocating and prison-like. Even her own damn bedroom now had an unwanted occupant in it.

None of that mattered now, it was just the feel of the wind, the feel of wood grain in her hands and the smell of the forest. At her core, what Andy enjoyed most was hunting. It made her feel powerful, she became the predator, a stalker. However, she knew that she would grow to miss the roar and excitement of the arenas. It made her sound like an egotistical asshole, but she loved the feeling of walking into a room and being the best at what she did. There was nothing compared to the feeling of hearing the cheers and cries of shock when she pulled off an impressive shot.

With her hip quiver emptied into the targets, she moved to retrieve her arrows. Her head still pounded from a night of drinking and she still hadn’t drank any water this morning to re-hydrate. If she wasn’t so frustrated with Luca she would turn in to relax in her room and recuperate. But walking past his condescending ass and back into the house wasn’t something she wanted to do anytime soon. One by one she was able to rip the arrows from the circular targets, till only one was left. It was a stubborn one too, she had struck the target so hard that it was embedded into the target past the head.

One hand braced itself on the target as the other wrapped itself around the wooden arrow shaft. The girl gave it a strong tug, but it was futile, the damn thing wouldn’t budge. Andy inspected the back of the target, to see if it had come out the other side. If that was the case she would be better off breaking the thing off, which would be a waste but unavoidable. However, she found that that was not the case.

Getting frustrated the girl grabbed the arrow with both hands and pulled back on it with all her body weight. It still wouldn’t move, so she dug her heels into the soft dirt and pulled harder. When the arrow finally broke free, Andy’s balance followed suit. She tried to catch herself, but it mostly just caused her to stumble backwards before falling on her ass.

She gave an exasperated growl and pushed herself up with her hands. Upon standing she was disheartened to find that standing caused pain to shoot through her left ankle. An exaggerated eye roll took over Andy’s face as she wiped the dirt from her hands to her jeans and limped around to gather up her archery equipment.

The more she moved, the more it was obvious to her that she had rolled her ankle, and that it wasn’t something that was just going to be walked off. In a huff, she pulled the bag over her shoulder and slowly made her way back to the front door. It wasn’t easy, but she tried to hold back her wince as she walked past Luca who was still camped outside the front door. Purposefully not making eye contact with him, she made her way back into the lodge.

With the door firmly closed behind her, Andy began her search for the blondie with the medkit. It didn’t take her long to find the girl, absorbed in organizing a bag full of what looked like medical supplies. The redhead stood awkwardly by her before finally sighing and addressing the blonde.

“Hey uh...you know first aid right?” Andy asked before grunting and sitting in the nearest chair. “ I think I might have twisted this or something.”


Interactions: FireMaiden (Leli)
Mentions: Brax (Luca) TheTreForce (Ray)

 

[King Vioogra]

Ivan followed closely behind Marcus, Owen, and the fighter intently. He moved as quickly as he could with a rifle and a bag in his back, his feet slipping on a few occasions as he slammed his knees into a few of the roofs they landed on while going to Colts apartment. He hadn't always been the most agile or flexible person he knew, but he could definitely manage for the most part. When they finally got to Colt’s apartment, Ivan basically collapsed on the roof as the others started heading inside. Once everyone was inside, Ivan looked out at the now barren city, silent except for low groans from the infected around the city and the wind howling in his ears. For some reason Ivan had had this feeling nagging at the back of his mind since he’d seen Colt and Marcus kiss. He hadn’t had the time to think about it till now, and he really didn’t want to to say the least. There were more important things at hand than random feelings he felt towards basically a stranger. He sat down slowly, letting his back slide against the railing on the roof as he looked at his skinned knees and bloodstained jeans. He tried to think of other things but the image kept flashing through his mind with the same feeling of angst and defeat pumping through him at random times. As he continued to ponder over what it was, he realized it. He was jealous, for the first time in a long time. It hadn’t occurred to him mostly because he knew Colt probably hated him already for how much he’s screwed up even before he started acting like an arrogant asshole. But he couldn’t shake how worried he was when he was trying to calm Colt, or how happy he was when she was able to control herself even a bit. He had done it so nonchalantly and out of instinct that he didn’t even take notice until just now how it made him feel. Ivan sighed quietly as he stood up, wincing at the pain in his knees before looking over the railing down at the street below, a few bodies painting it with a crimson red color. In what felt like nothing but a moment, a dark and unpleasant thought shot through Ivan’s mind like a bullet.


‘What if I joined them?’


It was nothing he’d do outright, in fact the thought of it alone forced him to take a few steps back and evaluate what the fuck just happened. He’d never had a suicidal thought in his life spare a few when he was growing up, so what just happened shook him slightly. He contemplated for a moment whether it was the complicated feelings he felt towards the fellow veteran he now shared a house with, but quickly shoved it away because he’d never contemplate suicide over a girl he’d met just a day ago. As he stood there dumbfounded, he shook his head lightly before turning away from the now somewhat frightening railing and walking inside to join his group. The state of the apartment surprised him to say the least, but he didn’t mind it that much. Aside from the occasional squish of old food under Ivan’s foot, her apartment was in similar shape to his dorm room. Maybe all military veterans were slobs, who knows. Ivan sighed again once he got inside, looking among the group and trying to avoid eye contact with Colt and Marcus. He assumed they were dating before, since people kissing an actual day after they meet is pretty weird, so he’d do his best to ignore whatever he thought he felt for her until he knew for sure there was nothing going on. Breathing heavily as he let his back quietly hit the wall, Ivan unzipped the duffel bag around his back and pulled any bottle he could wrap his hand around from it. He almost thanked God when he pulled a water bottle from the back before remembering that if there was a God he deserved no thanks, if he was still there. Unscrewing the cap quickly before emptying half the bottle down his throat, a line of the deliciously tasteless liquid falling down his cheek and off his chin. He pulled the bottle from his mouth when he had to breathe in and some of that traitorous liquid went down his windpipe. He quickly covered his mouth and nose with the inside of his elbow as a number of quiet and muffled coughs came from his mouth. As he looked up, he caught a glimpse of Colt, quickly looking away as he eventually recovered from his coughing fit. He screwed the cap on the bottle before walking towards her, taking the whiskey bottle from her hands and replacing it with the water.


“We’re at the home stretch, Colt. We need you at your best for this, and hungover isn’t your best.”


He said, squatting down in front of her to speak (assuming she’s sitting) and patting her shoulder as he stood up and walked away towards the door. He approached Owen slowly, speaking at a moderate tone once he was close enough


“I’m gonna go up to the roof and keep lookout. We’re pretty high up so we won’t know we’re being swarmed till its too late.”


He did plan on keeping a lookout of course, but it was mostly to let his mind clear and allow him to understand why he was suddenly having random suicidal thoughts. He didn’t wait for an answer before walking from the room and making his way back up to the roof.

Soma Schicksal Maj Mackenzie wise Rumble Fish​

 

[Oslonaut]

S A R A H​

The Great Escape

Wednesday, October 17th, 2018

We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell. Oscar Wilde

Sarah reached the back of the large store within a minute, the gunshots and screams from within The Great Escape ringing out like discordant alarms all the while. She didn’t know what the fuck was happening or why-- but she knew it might be her only chance to grab what she needed and get out. Her eyes dared to look up at the sky again and see if the entity was still there… but she forced herself from checking. For now, she needed to find a way up into one of the second floor windows. She found that way up in the form of several canoes turned upright upon a detached flatbed, each with price tags three times their actual worth.

Realizing she was still holding her gun, Sarah swiftly holstered it with the ease of a trained and experienced marksman. She took a few steps back from the canoe she intended to scale. Then, in one burst of motion, she dashed forward. Using the edge of the flatbed, she propelled herself upwards in one powerful leap and grabbed onto the edge of the canoe’s middle bench with both hands. She grunted as she pulled herself up and across the top bench next, doing her best to ignore the rickety balance the canoe had on its stand as she clambered up. Just as she leaped to the side, grabbing the edge of the balcony with a firm grip and leaving the canoe behind, the sound of an approaching engine came within earshot… then a couple of others soon after.

By the time she pulled herself up and found her footing on the shingles of the second floor balcony, three outdoorsmen on quad bikes came growling from out of the woods behind the store. One of them had various small critters tied and slung across his shoulder, the blood from their wounds well-seeped into the shoulder of his camo print jacket. The others-- a man in an orange hunting vest and an older gentleman with a ZZ top beard-- had crossbows strapped to their back and ammo for what they lacked in captured prey. They all looked visibly confused as they parked their quad bikes atop the gravel of the back-lot and hopped off.

From what Sarah could tell, these men had been in the woods for a while camping and hunting. She could only imagine they’d come to The Great Escape to stock up on some supplies. Maybe a pair of gear shears for the bunny they’d snagged. Regardless, she found it morbidly amusing that they probably had no idea what had happened in Aurora since they’d left. They were ahead of the game, staying in the woods and away from civilization. For their sake, she hoped they had sense of enough to keep it that way. Alas, more people meant more contenders for her supplies. She didn’t have time to warn them or explain. She couldn’t risk her endeavor.

ZZ Top beard spoke up, looking up at Sarah with an incredulous expression and demanding tone. “What the hell is going on he--” Having his dialogue cut short by the gunfire inside the establishment, the man flinched. In a flurry of instinctive motion, they all reached for their weapons and drew them out as the commotion from within the large building continued. They kept those weapons trained on the back door before the man in the orange vest noticed Sarah hopping over the balcony safety rail and pulling one of the window’s there open.

“Hey! Hey, stop! You can’t go in there!” The man warned, running ahead to try and climb the canoe himself but very quickly realizing he wasn’t as nimble. Before long, the three reached a mutual agreement to kick open the back door and go inside. Whatever was going on inside, they couldn’t let a sweet young girl get hurt, right? Plus, the manager was a close friend of theirs since middle school. They needed to make sure he was okay, too, if he was there. As they repeatedly tried kicking down the door, gaining some progress with each attempt, they wouldn’t notice the other girl until after she spoke up-- if she did so to begin with.


Interaction: BunnyQueen

 

[FireMaiden]

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Location: The Jordan Lodge
Interaction: Maj
Mentioned: Brax
She didn't hear the door open, to caught upon double checking her numbers. She wanted to be through to make sure that everything was right before she started putting everything away. She would get in trouble with her manager at Moe's if she was even one number off, and while sure, here she probably wouldn't, Leliana didn't want to take that chance. She looked up however, when she heard Luca. He looked like he was feeling better, which was good, and he hasn't come back to tell her anything was wrong with his stitches, which was also good. Leliana smiled at him, about to respond when he shoved a waffle in his mouth and left. She sighed, blowing a few strands of stray hair up and out of her face. Luca seemed like he didn't say thank you often, so while he didn't stick around long enough for her to reply, she would take it.

Leliana was starting to put things away, glancing over her shoulder when she heard the door again. She assumed it was just Luca comming back in, so her attention went back to what she was doing. That was until Andy spoke. Leliana, still sitting there on the floor, nodded. "Yeah. Sit down and take your shoe off, I'll check it." Leliana said this as she stood up, dusting off the back of her skirt as she waited for Andy to sit down. "Oh, you know, I don't think I told you my name," the younger woman stated, "I'm Leliana." Andy didn't need to introduce herself obviously, Leliana already knew her name. Though maybe an explanation as to how she injured herself would be nice.

Once Andy had gotten her shoe off, Leliana began to examine Andy's ankle. She touched it first, it was swollen, and a little warm, and would probably bruise. She would then gently roll Andy's foot, observing her reacaction before she let. "It's sprained, but not badly. I'll have to wrap it, and you'll need to stay off of it for a little while, a day or two, but you'll be fine afterwards." She said, leaning ober to grab and pull the duffle bag of medical supplies closer to them. "Do you have any ice packs in the freezer?" Leliana asked, looking through the bag for one of the Ace bandages.

 

[Rumble Fish]

“Well, you wouldn’t be the first person to think that.” She sighed to Marcus from the sofa. Quite a few people, before the world went to shit would look at her like she was the Joker. Seems having scars on her face, a fake leg and a tendency to carry her Glock around everywhere spelt "potential shooter" or something stupid. She watched him as he picked out a particular sniper that seemed to interest him. The Remington MSR. Colt was a little surprised that he had picked that one. It was a favourite of hers too. Maybe he knew how to handle a sniper. That was something she was not exactly expecting. But then she had to remind her idiot self that his dad owned a fucking gunshop. Of course he did. Idiot!
"Feel free to take that one. It's served me well," she said to him. But before she could take another sip of whiskey, she felt the bottle be swiftly taken from her hand, and a bottle of water replacing the space in her grip. She looked at Ivan as he tried to convince her it was better. Before she could answer him, he was away to keep an eye on their surroundings from the roof.

“I’m perfectly functional, thanks.” She grumbled, mostly to herself as there was no point, the man was already gone. She rolled her eyes in annoyance before taking a long swig of the cold and tasteless aqua. While she did not want to admit it, the hydration instantly made everything feel clearer. Maybe she just really needed water. She had packed everything she wanted to. She’d let the others finish up on their own. Although Ivan and Mackenzie did not seem that interested. With a roll of her eyes, she heaved herself from the sofa with a heavy groan.

“I’m getting some air.” She said to the others, swiftly grabbing the whiskey that Ivan had taken from her but just put on the table. She walked to a window that had the curtains closed. Opening them revealed a balcony. Pushing the doors open, cold air rushed into the stuffy smelling apartment, instantly freshening the room. Colt stepped outside, leaning on the railings as she took in a deep sigh. Outside her view was the two spaces where she assumed they were going to build more flats. She’d never know. Because it had been like that for at least six months with nothing happening. And with the current climate, it was never going to happen. No people, abandoned cars, fallen belongings and trash littered the streets below.

Spoiler: Balcony view

Colt sighed grimly as she looked out. Nothing felt like it made sense anymore. Why did they still want her to lead? They all saw what happened in the shop, and Marcus… Colt’s eyes crinkled a little, remembering that. Why did she accept it? It just came out of the blue. Why did she allow him to kiss her? Was he doing it to get such an extreme reaction that it would pull her back into reality? Was he taking a chance? Or did he fall and hit his head on something while they were barricading? Colt could have sworn she heard a thumping sound which would have been made by someone’s head. Regardless, Colt was extremely unsure. She had seen it in their faces, they didnt know what to think either. The vet took a sip of the whiskey (and water) as she pondered. If anything, the whole thing made her feel worse. What were they going to see her as now? A floozy? Luca put her in charge of this mission but all she had done was make things worse. If he saw that, he probably would have had her whacked.

Was there any point in trying anymore? She had half a mind to go to Owen and simply tell him he could lead them. He was more capable. Far more capable. That was a fucking embarrassment back there. Falling to pieces like that. What kind of motivation is that? She had to be carried for God sake! She almost felt like crying. This was a joke! The woman furiously blinked back tears. They had already seen her at her most pathetic, they did not see any more. Colt only hoped that they would at least have the decency to not tell Luca about what happened.

Looking down below, she watched as a single Thing wandered down the street. It was totally alone. The woman let out a frustrated sigh. That Thing stumbling around not knowing what they were doing or even when who it was seemed to perfectly represent how she felt right now. She hadn’t known what to do ever since she was sent back from Afghanistan.

What was she going to do once she was back at the Lodge? At this point, Colt didn’t even want to be in the presence of other people. She wanted to lock herself in the bathroom and not come out again. Maybe she’d just do that. No, wait if she did that, they’d just talk about her. Poison her own acquaintances against her, was she nuts? Idiot. Maybe if she was more stupid, she’d jump down and let that Thing take a chomp out of her shoulder. No, she didn’t deserve that. Even the Thing would spit her back out. That’s right, even those damn pests wouldn’t want her shuffling (hopping?) around them.

As she thought, Colt suddenly felt her throat grow hot. With a quiet growl, she left the balcony and wordlessly made her way to her bathroom. Shutting the door, she knelt and put the lid up. She just knew that she was going to vomit, it was just a question of when. Her heart was still racing and her hands and forehead were clammy. She could not calm down. The stress was extreme. She could feel it running from her shoulders down her spine. With a grunt, she lurched over the bowl as she brought up the two bars she had eaten alongside the consumed alcohol. Her adrenaline had crashed, and her body was clearly looking to punish her for it. She just wanted to tell them to go on and she’d stay here. It would be better. At least they knew how to keep their heads on their shoulders.
Maj Soma Schicksal King Vioogra Mackenzie wise ​

 

[Rumble Fish]

Milly jumped as the younger girl with red hair got up, intending to leave but not before telling the other lady that she needed to “handle the girl”. Milly squeaked and drooped her head. She didn’t like being called that. Her dad would call her that, the few times she saw him. Frankly, it scared her. She did not remember much about her father but she the memories she did have were scary to her. So it struck a nerve.

“D-Don’t call me that.” She whimpered. She wanted to sound assertive, but she could not bring herself to. She did not know what these two could do to her, “My name’s Milly.” She answered. She couldn’t bring herself to be blunt. Blunt was rude. And rude was bad. The younger girl continued to stim as she looked to the dog, the older girl had named Tosh. As she began to berate the red-head for attempting to leave while injured, Milly winced and covered her ears, frightened by her tone. She held her bear in her other arm for comfort. The dog, Tosh sniffed the bear, making Milly move it away anxiously. She was still very unsure of the dog.

But it was when the other girl went to leave that Milly really got upset. No! She could not be alone again! What if there were more monsters?! Shooting to her feet, she wanted to grab the woman but she didn’t know if she would be greeted with a backhand.

“No-No!” she didn’t want to cry but it just happened anyway, “Don’t go! There’s monsters…” the thought of being alone again after being trapped for so long made her want to curl up on the floor and cry. All she could do was follow, hoping they would not be angry with her. Tosh seemed aware as the dog trotted after her.
The Mad Queen Liezarria ​

 

[Mackenzie wise]

Mackenzie sprints to keep up with his new group, the problem was his speed. The young fighter fought in small rings, he never needed to worry about being fast. Only to stay on your feet the whole time. As he sprints to keep up with the strange group of survivors, can not stop thinking about the kiss. That was things he only saw in movies, like waking someone up to reality with a kiss? “Wow I would never have guessed that it would have worked, but apparently it did. I hope they were dating otherwise that would be awkward.” Mackenzie thinks as he gives it his all in a effort to keep up with everyone. Adrenaline fueling his every movement, never looking down or back. It was scary, but also thrilling. This kind of felt like it did in his first fights, but not exactly it still wasn’t what he was looking for.

The young man noticed Ivan running with a distracted look on his face, but only for a brief second before focusing on keeping up again. Finally making it to their destination. A apartment complex that Colt says hers is in. As he enters a wave of weird and awful smells invade his nostrils. He winced not expecting that, he just assumed all veterans were clean freaks. All that was destroyed when the young man saw her floor, and everything else in her apartment.

Seeing Marcus be flirtatious to Colt after picking up a rifle in her weapon catche, Mackenzie thinks “awww they are perfect together actually, wow that’s cool to have someone like that. Especially in a disaster like this, I’m happy for them....” the young fighters thoughts are quickly stopped, by the relief of fresh air let into the room by Colt. He almost thanked her for that but thought better of it, many would be offended thinking their apartment is smelly.

Seeing Ivan leave the room whispering something to his friend Mackenzie follows. “He’s the one who broke the bottle, be probably feels bad seeing him apologizing to Colt earlier was hard. I’m going with him.” The pro thought to himself as he follows the soldier upstairs, not wanting a new weapon he doesn’t grab one or even look.

“Oi Ivan, so I’m Mackenzie. Nice to meet you Ivan, I wanted to let you know I’m not mad or anything. Not that it matters but still, and if you ever want to talk I’m here.” He says as he remembers the soldiers face during the escape.

“I know you don’t know me and I don’t know you, but sometimes it better to tell a stranger than someone you know about stuff. But I don’t know I just read that in a magazine recently don’t take my word for it.” The young man jokes and laughs in a effort to lighten up the mood.

 

[BunnyQueen]

Alex Marcus McCarthy
Location: The Great Escape
Date: Wednesday, October 17th, 2018
Interaction: Oslonaut

And Swords Don't Write Poetry
The ringing sounds of gunshots filled the inside of the store with brief periods of silence and screams. Alex followed Sarah closely to the back side of the store, Alex's gut filled with fear as she felt her heart start to beat faster and faster she didn't want to go inside of the store for death may greet them at the door. Alex looked into the surrounding tree line as Sarah unequipped her gun and took a step back before she started to climb up a stack of canoes with ease. As Alex was watching in awe at the speed and grace at which Sarah climbed up the canoes the sound of engines approaching tickled Alex's ear. Without hesitation, Alex tightened the grip on her gun to the point her hand was frozen and shaking. Fear filled her heart and she remembered when her father was killed, it started the same way the sound of an engine then gunshots. Alex dove into the tree line opposite of the engine noises in an attempt to hide from the approaching people not knowing who they were. The engines of the quads cut off and the sound of multiple men could be heard by Alex who was now hidden from them, Alex couldn't see them though and didn't dare to leave the safety of her hiding spot. ​

"What the Hell is going on he--"​

The sounds of gunshots from inside the store cut the man's dialogue short, Alex held her revolver with both hands keeping the barrel pointed upwards she pulled it close to her chest as her breathing became more rapid. Alex didn't want to die, she didn't want to end up like her father lying dead somewhere not knowing what would happen next and most importantly Alex didn't want to leave Sarah alone in the world.​

"Hey! Hey, Stop! You can't go in there!"​

Alex heard one of the men shout most likely towards Sarah, Alex decided now was the time to peek out from her hiding spot just in case she would have to help Sarah. Alex barely leaned out from behind the tree only to see one man attempt to climb as Sarah did before he gave up fairly quickly Alex quickly snapped back behind the tree not knowing if she was seen by the men.​

"Come on, we can go in through the back door!"​

The man's voice broke the silence as they all three approached the back door attempting to open it, but the door appeared to be locked. With a loud noise that rivaled the gunshots, the back door flew open as the sounds of the three men entered inside of the building. Alex stood there leaning her back against the tree for a minute in silence attempting to hear what was going on but all she could hear was her own heartbeat. Alex had never felt more useless in her entire life, before this she was always independent of her father she would run to school, work, and home she would always run...but now she was faced with a problem she couldn't run from. Alex was faced with something she would have no choice but to accept and live with it, but she couldn't her eyes started to get watery as she was standing behind that tree. With her father gone, and Sarah in that store Alex had no control over the situation and hated her own cowardness. Alex stormed out from behind the tree still holding the gun and walked over to were Sarah had climbed up into the store earlier, Alex looked up at the climb. Never having climbed before Alex underestimated the skill behind it and with the gun still in her hand she started to climb up the canoes, and like a bird failing to fly Alex proceeded to slip and fall off of the canoes landing on her back with a loud thud her revolver got knocked out of her hand and landed next to her shoulder. All of the air Alex thought she owned left her body with an audible wheeze as she attempted to breathe it back in. Alex stayed on the ground looking up into the sky while seeds of doubt began to sow themselves into her mind the only thing that made her get up was the sounds of more gunshots from inside. Alex rolled over onto her side grabbing her revolver, she staggered to the back door of the store deciding that if anything she could follow the men inside and maybe help Sarah along the way.​

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[Oslonaut]

S A R A H​

The Great Escape

Wednesday, October 17th, 2018

Men of five, still alive through the raging glow; gone insane from the pain that they surely know. Metallica

“YOU THINK I FUCKING CARE? YOU WHORE!” The man who was once West roared from between one of the various aisles, pushing the lever on his rifle and swinging open the barrel before loading the weapon. “I’LL KILL YOU AND THAT PIECE OF SHIT PRETTY BOY.” He swung the barrel back into place, aiming the gun down the aisle at the head that peeked out from behind a rack of fish bait. If his retreat had been a second slower, Thomas’ brain would have painted the wall behind him. As it was, the only thing the bullet blew open was a bag of crickets that sent them raining down from sky in all directions.

Meanwhile, upstairs on the second floor, Sarah snuck into the building through the window and drew out her glock once more. It was empty, same as before. But whoever was in here yelling their head off and shooting didn’t know that. Furthermore, the moment she reached the gun and ammo section she planned on reloading her firearm first thing. The only problem was that the section of the store she was moving towards was tucked away in the corner... on the ground floor. Sarah had no idea about the situation or the number of active participants, so she would more or less be going into the situation blind. Silentness was going to be key.

Dropping to a crouch and carefully placing each step ahead of her, the young woman neared the indoor balcony railing to peek down at the ground floor. The store was bigger than she remembered. Although that was perhaps due to the fact that most, if not all, of the lights were turned off. Unlike the second floor, where the sunlight filtered through the windows unobscured by wooden boards or barricades, shadowy corners were aplenty down below. The realistic diorama of a campsite-- presented with taxidermied bobcats, deer, birds and all-- was still as she remembered it on its display just above the store’s massive fish tank. Most of the light on the ground floor came from the fish tank’s soft green glow. It shone on the corpse of the elderly Asian man that had entered earlier. It looked like he’d been blasted down by a shotgun.

When the man with the rifle suddenly came into view, stepping over the body without a care as he continued his search, Sarah swiftly retreated from view and sucked in a breath. This was all too real now. Do or die. One mistake and her life was probably over. But she didn’t have a choice. And dad would want her to do exactly what she planned to do.

‘This is everything I’ve prepared you for: this world of devils and darkness. You’re gonna come back to me just fine, baby girl, I know you are. Just remember: keep your eye on your target. Steady your grip. And, most importantly: don’t hesitate. Because it’s you... or them.’

Her nerves surged throughout her body like electricity. She couldn’t keep her grip from trembling for now, but it was better than it had been considering. Glancing towards the nearby stairs, she figured that would be as good a place as any to descend onto the ground floor. When she spotted the rack of inventory she was crouched beside out of the periphery of her vision, however, she had an idea. It wasn’t the smartest. But it was better than nothing.


Interaction: BunnyQueen

 

[The Mad Queen]

Jenna: Moe's Motel
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Hearing Milly's cries, Jenna stopped in her tracks at the door.
"Crap." She whispered. She looked at Rogue and smiled, actually chuckling slight
"Yeah. I'd be a crap vet if I let you walk out without stitches. Afraid I don't have a cone to give you though."

Her chuckle turned into a laugh and she held her sides, tears flowed down her cheeks and it started to hurt. She covered her face in her hands as her laughter turned into crying.
"Oh, fuck! I-I can't die here! I just...I just can't. I've...I've."
She started to breathe heavily "I only...I've been me for a few years. I can't die now."
She sat down on the bed, holding the sides of her head.
"No."

It couldn't end like this. She'd planned to do so much after her roadtrip across the states. She was going to see the rest of the world, starting with Amsterdam. She'd been there before but, things were very different. She wanted to re-experience the city as a new person.

"Fuck."
She looked up, starting in the other people in the room.
"I've just made a scene."

@AgWordSmith Liezarria Rumble Fish

Doctor Ralph Fisher: Moe's Motel​

Ralph sighed heavily.
"I've, um. I've never delivered a baby before. Not that kind of doctor." He paused "Probably the last thing you want to know right now, but I feel like I owe you the truth at the very least...If it's any consolation though, people have been having children for thousands of years without medical intervention."
He looked at her hands and how she handled the gun "Hopefully you don't have to use it. If we stay off the main roads, we should avoid the majority of the infected.

He led the way to the reception area, finding a corpse with a revolver clutched in it's cold, dead hands. Raising a hand to Shinoa, he knelt down to check the gun. It was empty.
"Look away." He said, taking the back of the shotgun and bashing the head of the corpse in. He had to be sure, but the sound of crunching bone made him want to vomit.
With the precautions taken, Ralph started to go through the pockets of the receptionist. He felt keys and pulled them out.

He was looting bodies now? How had it come to this?
"F..." He held his breath "Oh dear."

Standing to his feet, he examined the keys.
"It's bound to work on one of these cars, right?" He asked.

BloodThunder27

 

[Maj]

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Owen stretched his aching limbs as he made his way after the rest of the group. He was familiar with the apartment building, and had definitely forced himself in more than a few doors in his time when collecting money from drug addicts. They weren’t the sketchiest apartments in Aurora, but calling them nice would a severe overstatement. When they entered Colt’s apartment, the male was hardly surprised or bothered by what he saw.

Sure, the place was basically trashed. It was littered in empty bottles, food wrappers and whatever other stuff that was possible for Colt to avoid cleaning up. He had barely seen her with her lips on her flask since they left, so the bottles were no surprise and she lived alone. If this was how she was comfortable it was no skin off his back, he couldn’t could the amount of times Andy or his mom had bitched at him for keeping his room in chaos. She still managed to keep the place in better shape than most of crackheads apartments he had been in.

“I’m good man, just tired.” Owen replied to Marcus’ concern. “I haven’t ran around this much since I was in high school. I really need to quit smoking,” he added as an afterthought. The redhead didn’t waste much time. He entered the kitchen at Colt’s instruction and made his way to the pantry first. As good as it would be to take as much food as possible, non perishables would be far more valuable. It was obvious that she had lived the bachelorette lifestyle. Most of the food was scarce and microwavable. Owen shoved everything he could fit into his bag, cans of vegetables, soups, anything he could grab. By the time he was done, the cabinets were cleaned out, possibly more clean than they had ever been in Colt’s time living there.

Owen grabbed a tote bag he found laying around, likely a free one that Colt had gotten at a grocery store or the like, and filled it with the freezer and fridge contents. It wasn’t a ton of food, but it would have to make do for them for a while. The backpack he carried was now overflowing and heavy from the cans. It definitely brought a few issues with their plan to light. All of their bags had to be getting full now, they were losing steam, and it was more than apparent that a few of their members weren’t taking the days events especially well. They weren’t going to be able to move quickly and have the endurance to get back to the lodge while carrying all the supplies. To top it off, they weren’t even done. They still had at least one good stop, maybe two before the run would even be worth it.

They needed a car.

Their group was in shambles, Ivan had disappeared to god knows where and the new kid with him. Even Colt had left Marcus to gather guns and had locked herself in the bathroom. The world was fucked, Owen understood just as well as they did, but now wasn’t the time for pity parties. Back at the lodge where they were safe is where they could mope and cry if they wanted to. They were being idiots. The male made a disgusted noise and threw up his hands before exiting Colt’s apartment.

“Marcus, make sure the others don’t leave without me. I’ll be right back.” Owen didn’t give him a chance to respond, taking nothing but his baseball bat with him.

His target was an apartment on the floor above Colt’s, it was one he had visiting on numerous occasions. Ernie and his brother Bert had shared an apartment in this complex, it was a trash hole that had been Owen’s base of operations for the last few years. Walking through the halls of the complex felt strange, like he should see familiar faces around any given corner, but it was quiet and empty. It almost felt like walking through a house that had been all packed up, his mind knew where everything should be, but it was already packed away, gone.

The spare key to their apartment was hidden in the same place it had always been, in an empty prescription bottle of oxy stuffed down into the plant outside. He dug through the plant with his pointer finger till he found the white top of the orange bottle, and using the pressure from his palm opened the safety lock. Owen removed the key and used it to make his way inside. He was relieved to find the place locked and empty. Coming face to face with his ex employers (dead or alive) would have put the cherry on top of an especially shitty day.

It was laid out much like Colt’s apartment, except that the place smelled like an ashtray. The armchair in front of him had been Bert’s favorite place to sit, the arm had a variety of burns in it from where the man had taken too much dope and had passed out with a cig still burning between his fingers. Owen pulled out the list that Leliana had given him and studied it in the dim light of the apartment. He recognized the name of some the things written in her handwriting, some he didn't. But he knew a few of those things could be grabbed in this very apartment. It wasn’t like the place was overflowing with medical supplies, but he was able to pocket a variety of painkillers. This hadn’t been his intention when he came in, his target had been the gleaming set of keys hanging from the hook by the door. Ernie loved his stupid truck, but he almost never drove it around. It was a double door truck with the extended bed and would seat all five of them, while leaving the back free to load full of supplies. Driving would be tough with some of the roads blocked, but he knew it would be a better way to get around than trying to lug multiple bags of loot through the streets.

With his pockets filled with drugs and the keys in his hand, Owen exited the apartment that had once been like a second home to him. One hand had the bat still slung over his shoulder, and the other was pressed against the door, swinging it open. The door hit a force and bounced back, causing the man to have to catch it on the back swing to keep it from hitting him square in the face.

On the other side was a snarling, open mouthed monster. His hair was thin and brittle, and despite the fact that he was lunging at him with his jaw extended there were few teeth left in his mouth. The dead man’s hands reached for him as Owen tried to close the door, but it was too late, he had managed to move most of his body inside the door. Owen would have to fight him to get out, there was no escaping it.

With a sigh, he backed up and got a running start at the door, left shoulder down to take as much of the force as possible. He slammed his whole body into it, using his combined strength and weight to smack the door into the zombie and send it reeling backwards. He didn’t waste time, the read head slammed open the door and came through it with bat already in position to swing.

Dumb and decaying on the ground the mindless thing did it’s best to come back to its feet. Needle still in the man’s arm, he lunged for Owen’s ankles. He shook his head sadly and slammed the bat down hard into the man’s face. Blood splattered back, streaking his skin in war paint. At the sound of a grown, Owen struck again, and then again. He didn’t stop striking till the skull was nothing more than a pile of blood and bone fragment.

Puffing and riled up, Owen threw the bat down and wiped his face on the sleeve of his jacket. He knew that these things weren’t human anymore, but they still looked the same, their bones crushed the same. Hands on his knees, the twin did his best to keep from getting sick. Saliva built up behind his tongue, like a dam ready to break. The taste of baking soda grew in the back of his throat, but somehow he kept it together. Defeated, he grabbed his bloody bat and made his way back to Colt’s apartment.

Inside he found Marcus still looking through guns. Owen sighed and sat his bat down next to the bag of supplies he had left behind. Where was everyone? Surely they had picked the girl’s aparment clean by now?

“I found us a getaway car. Were are Mackenzie and Ivan?” Then with a roll of his eyes that made him look distinctly like his sister. “Where the fuck is Colt? I’m ready to get this shit on the road.”

He made his way to the woman’s bathroom and banged on the door.

Interactions: Soma Schicksal (Marcus)
Mentions: Mackenzie wise (Mackenzie) King Vioogra (Ivan) Rumble Fish (Colt)

 

[BunnyQueen]

Alex Marcus McCarthy
Location: The Great Escape
Date: Wednesday, October 17th, 2018
Interaction: Oslonaut

Mighty Is The Hand That Knows
Alex staggered into the doorway leading to the backside of the interior building leaning against it and looking down at her gun with a sigh before looking into the store deeper. The three men were walking inside of the building heading in the direction of the shouting voice and gunshots. Alex couldn't follow the men she was too scared and found it hard to breathe while looking inside the building. Turning her back towards the inside of the store she saw the three quads nearby that the men were using causing her to jog over towards them. All three of the quads matched in color and design Alex looked over the first one and found the slot where the key would go to start up the engine Alex ran her finger over the ignition slot before looking up at the other two quads. Quickly walking around the first quad she observed the second one which still had the key inside of it, Alex turned to look at the door the men entered through making sure they weren't there. A second of silence passed before another gunshot blared from the inside of the building causing Alex in one swift motion to yank the key out and put it in her pocket. Making a mental note of which quad the key went to she walked back to the building her and Sarah would have an exit if they needed it to be swift the only problem now was the other two quads. If Alex and Sarah hijacked one the other two would still chase them down.
Now standing in the back door again Alex looked inside the store and the three men were gon deeper into the store, Alex took a deep breath before taking her first step into the store and when her foot pressed down silence filled the void around her and she truly felt alone. The feeling, however, left rather quickly as gunshots brought Alex back to reality causing her to run into one of the aisles.​

"All I need is a knife, or something sharp..."​

Alex said looking deeper through the dark store not seeing any people around she started to look through the aisle fear filled her heart as it began to race almost faster than the bullets ringing out from the gunshots. Trying to stay as quiet as possible Alex started to walk deeper down the aisle looking closely at the shelves while her eyes were working to adjust she kept a tight grip on her revolver and her head on a swivel she wasn't finding anything that would help her pop the tire of the quad. Getting closer to the end of the aisle a man suddenly with a ZZ top beard swung around the corner instantly Alex held the gun up pointing it at the man and at the same time he held up his crossbow aiming it at Alex.​

"Woah hold on now missy, That ain't you doing all that shooting now is it?"​

The man questioned Alex stepping closer towards her as more screaming could be heard from the second floor Alex stepped back as he grew closer.​

"Now I don't mean to scare you, My friends and I are here to help until the police show up. Can you maybe lower the gun a little bit?"​

"The police aren't going to be showing up, and you drop yours first..."

Alex replied back towards the man in an attempt to sound confident in her actions however before she could do anything else the man lowered his crossbow and put one hand up in a surrender fashion and Alex decided to lower her revolver as a show of trust between the two they were on the same side for now.​

"Now what the hell is going on? First, the maniac upstairs is shooting like a madman than the puddle of blood with no corpse belonging to it."​

The words caused the hair on the back of Alex's neck to stand up it must be one of those things inside of the store but how did it get in she wondered quietly to herself. Alex felt bad that she may be stealing this man's quad but he didn't see what it was like out there.​

"Do you have a knife on you?"​

"Course, what's it to you?"

"Can I borrow it? I need to cut some cloth to use it as bandages for my little brother"​

"Where is your little brother at missy?

"At home, he is hurt pretty bad and I need something sharp to make bandages."​

"What bout your pa?"

The man's question cut Alex deep and he could tell it from the moment the words left his lips, instead, he dropped the question pulling his knife holster off of his belt and tossing it to the poor girl. The knife landed on the floor in unison with a gunshot causing Alex to flinch once again in fear.​

"Go help your brother it's dangerous here."​

The man turned around going deeper in the store walking into the darkness Alex didn't know where he was going but she walked forward picking up the knife, part of her felt bad for lying to the gullible man but she had to worry about herself and Sarah. Alex held her gun closely remembering the man's words about the pool of blood there was one of the monsters in the store and Sarah was by herself. Alex quickly found the brightness of the back door and walked back outside, the smell of nature hit her nose as the cold air nipped and bit at her cheeks she smiled in a moment of ignorance. And within a second the moment came crashing down as her smile ran away remembering her father, the mans question brought it all back to surface as she sniffled rubbing her nose on her arm she walked with purpose towards the quads while holding the mans knife.​

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[Rumble Fish]

The following post is a collab between Rumble Fish and Maj

Colt spat up the last of the vomit and was just sitting on the cold floor, catching her breath. Her forehead against the cold wall, she let out a deep sigh before getting unsteadily to her feet. It seemed that she had finally finished so, while she was in here, she might as well clear the cupboard out. Upon opening it, the first thing she noticed was a hairbrush. She remembered that Ivan had told her Leliana wanted a brush. She threw it into her bag before noticing the mouthwash sitting there.

The woman uncapped it and took a long gulp of the neon-green liquid, putting her head back to gargle it, but just as she started, there was a loud knock on her door. Colt jumped and caused the freezing-but-not-actually-freezing liquid to go down her throat. The woman spluttered from the sudden intake. Great, now ever belch was gonna taste like sickley mint.

“Fu-!” she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she opened the door, only to be greeted by Owen.

“Yeah.” she coughed again, holding her fist to her mouth, “Got everything?” she asked, hoping to simply dodge any questions. She wanted to stay in this bathroom and pass out on the cold floor, but the veteran had an inkling that suggesting such a thing would get her nowhere. If anything, she was just embarrassed. Embarrassed and frankly, quite ashamed.

“Sorry ‘bout all that.” she looked away from the man as she spoke, “Made a right ass of myself.” At this point, she wished she actually had jumped from the balcony. But in the middle of her self-loathing mantra, she caught sight of the bat.

“The fuck happened-there’s Things in the building. Isn’t there?” she asked, her tone becoming more anxious at the thought. She really didn’t think she could deal with that again.

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Owen didn't comment on the woman's state, he had been just seconds from vomiting himself. Colt had nothing to apologize for, they had barely escaped with their lives earlier and anyone would have panicked, hell he definitely was panicking. Once you added her time at war on top of that, it made sense to him. Owen had heard of soldiers with PTSD, but never had he seen it in person.

“Not anymore,” Owen assured her once he noticed her gaze on his bat. “Nothing to worry about and nothing to apologize for. We all react to shit differently, you know? We all made it out. That's all that matters in the end.” He was tired, downright exhausted to be honest and the quicker they finished up and got home the better.

“I think we are all about packed up. Are you ready to hit the road?”

--

The left side of Colt’s mouth twitched as he assured her that the Thing was dead. As he described how people reacted to different things in different ways, Colt rubbed the back of her neck with a sense of anxiety. She was struggling to think of a proper response to this. He was right but, due to what had happened with her in the shop, she could not help but feel un-nerved. None of the others seemed afflicted the same way.

“Yeah, I know.” She mumbled as she desperately tried to find something to distract herself, “Cigarettes.” she mumbled as she walked to her coffee table, picking up the pack lying there. Colt occasionally enjoyed a smoke herself. Among other things. At his question of whether or not she was ready to go, Colt scratched her neck anxiously.

“Do,” she burped slightly into her fist, having to readjust her stance as she felt unbalanced, “Dumb question. Should I, like, really go with you? I mean, what if I fall apart again?” she fully turned around to face the man, her rucksack slung over one shoulder, her eyes below her army-cap showing a mix of the two unfamiliar emotions of worry and fear. She was glad it was just them. She would never have spoken if Ivan or Marcus were here to hear it. She didn’t need them to lose any more respect.

-

He could tell that the woman was in a low place, however Owen didn’t really know her well enough to know what she needed to hear to feel better. Despite them only meeting the day before, he knew that he couldn’t leave her here. Hell, he wouldn’t leave a complete stranger alone to deal with the horrors in Aurora alone. Owen ran his fingers through the mess of his red hair and sighed.

“And what you expect me to just leave you behind here?” the man asked her. “There are safety in numbers, for both of us.”

--

“I needed to be carried over a roof cause I couldn't keep my shit together.” She answered bluntly, “Couldn't keep my cool while under pressure.” She added with a sad sigh. He was right, safety in numbers but how safe could it be if one of those numbers was basically useless?

“Besides, it's not like I'm any good. Couldn't stop Ivan from being stupid. What does that say about me?” She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that this was the first real time she had spoke to another person honestly, but it had to be said.

“I don't want to bring anyone down with me.” She sighed, taking her flask out.

--

“Then don’t.” Owen didn’t feel like this was the kind of girl who liked having punches pulled, so he didn’t. “Think about what you are suggesting here for one minute. Are you suggesting that I lead the group? I’m a twenty-two year old drug mule who used to use this very same bat to beat the shit out of people for money. I’m not qualified to lead anyone. Like it or not we need you. If you don’t want to bring anyone else down, then don’t. You’d be doing us all a disservice by abandoning us.”

--

Colt didn't say anything as Owen spoke. As he described his past, the woman’s eyebrows furrowed. To say she was expecting it would be a lie.

“No but-” she couldn't even get the words out before he talked about how dishonourable it would be to abandon the group. That struck a nerve with the Marine. She frowned under her cap.

“Don't talk to me about that.” She growled as she turned her head to take another drink, “I'm not gonna let them die because I'm a walking disaster!”

--

“Listen, I’m not about to pretend I understand what you are going through.” Owen knelt down to look her in the eyes, his green hues locking with hers, unwavering. “But I understand fear. I could have just as easily killed both of us back there if I had missed a jump or misstepped. I know feeling responsible for our lives can’t be an easy burden, but it’s not one I’m willing to take on for you. If you think that you deserve to be left here in this apartment, then so do I.”

The man gave her a gentle smile and offered her his hand. If she didn’t take his bait he was prepared to throw the woman over his shoulder and drag her down to the truck himself. No doubt he would not do it unscathed, but he wasn’t leaving this woman alone in this place with nothing but guns and endless bottles of whiskey. He couldn’t.

“Come on soldier. We’re almost there.”

--

“But you had a reason to be worried. If you stumbled and didn't throw me off to save yourself, it's not Things that would be after you.” She responded, a slight smirk at the thought but it quickly vanished. As he mentioned also staying in the apartment with her, the woman gave him a quizzed look.

“And let those three knuckleheads run about throwing bottles and getting themselves ripped to bits? I’d rather jump off that balcony.” She grumbled as she saw him hold his hand out to her. Colt stared at it for a moment. She wanted to smack it away. But something told her that doing that would result in him holding her leg ransom.

“Hmm.” She darted her eyes a little, “Only if you’ll be Lieutenant General.” She reluctantly took his hand and stood up. She really didn't want to do this. But if she didn't, God knows what would happen.

“At least after this, I can get wasted without feeling guilty.” She took one last sip from the flask before slipping it back in her pocket. Then again, it didn't matter the outcome. It'd happen regardless.

--

“I have no idea what that means,” Owen admitted at her comment about him being Lieutenant General. “But if it makes you happy, I’ll be whatever you want.” He shot her a wink and helped her to her feet.

“I got us a truck. At the very least it will let us move a little faster, and safer for that matter. Let’s round up the “knuckleheads” and get on the road. I think we’ve pretty much cleaned out your place.” Owen slung as many of the bags on the floor as he could over his back and headed down to the truck, bat in on hand.

“Grab the boys and I’ll meet you downstairs with the engine running. I’m ready to get this the fuck over with.” A yawn caused him to stretch and shake his head as if to prove his point about being tired.

--

Colt grabbed her rucksack and the duffle bag full of her chosen firearms and ammo. It was heavy but Colt was used to that kind of weight. She had carried heavier in war. As he told her to go and get the boys, she nodded as he left. Once he was gone, she took another look around her apartment. But before leaving, there was something else she needed.

Going into her bedroom, on the chest of drawers was a small photo of herself and Sasha, in full gear and holding their M4s proudly like trophies. With a sigh, she put the picture in her rucksack. She didn't want to leave it. It was the only photo she had in the apartment and she was not going to leave it.

“Marcus! Go meet Owen downstairs.” She called to the younger man before heading up the steps towards the roof. Despite panting after a couple of flights, Colt did not have much trouble. Opening the door, she saw both Mackenzie and Ivan.

“Knuck- Boys!” She snapped, wanting their attention, “Grab everything and meet us downstairs. Owen has a van.” She said bluntly, leaving no room for argument or further discussion. She wanted them to do what she said. Now.
Soma Schicksal Mackenzie wise King Vioogra ​

 

[BloodThunder27]

Shinoa Bradford
Age: 17
Location: Moe's “Don't Tell” Motel
Interactions: Doctor Fisher The Mad Queen

Pregnancy Progression: 39 Weeks, 1 Day

Countdown to Childbirth

Maybe A Last Ride Home? When Doctor Fisher said that he has never delivered the baby before, Shinoa's heart sank. However, she was happy that he had decided to be honest with her instead of them freaking out later when she actually goes into labor, which probably wasn't that far away. She had six days until her baby's due date. She didn't find any comfort in the fact that humanity has done childbirth without medical intervention for...well, forever. Thinking on it now, she was wondering how there were women that endured labor and delivery without an epidural. Without pain relief in general. The thought of it left her more anxious as given the situation she was currently in, she was definitely not going to be giving birth in a hospital. Really now it was going to be God knows where. Looking down at her swollen belly, she then nodded, reluctantly accepting that there were now definitely going to be some complications with childbirth. From no pain relief to finding a safe place to do so. As if the young mother had enough to worry about. Hell, now she wasn't too sure if she was even going to live long enough for that. Brushing such thoughts aside, both Shinoa and Doctor Fisher left the hotel room to start finding a way out of the city

As they had made their way back to the reception area, they came across a corpse that she hadn't noticed previously. As Doctor Fisher went to investigate, Shinoa kept her distance. When he had asked her to look away, she did so without question. However, she shuttered when she heard the sickening crack of the skull breaking. Her baby even started kicking, prompting the young mother to look down at her belly with a frown. Gently, she caressed the belly, believing that the loud sound scared her baby and hoped to calm the restless little princess down. Taking a deep breath, she slowly regained her composure before looking back at Doctor Fisher. "I certainly would like to hope so." She said, looking at the keys dangling in his hand. "Well, just don't activate a car alarm and we should be fine. If we're lucky, we'll probably be able to take that Jeep over there." She said, pointing over to the Jeep parking right at the front door.

 

[King Vioogra]

Ivan made his way to the roof, sighing quietly as the new guy followed behind him talking about how he could talk to him about anything that worried him. It was nice of him to say that, but Ivan had no intention of doing that for a while with any of the people in their little group. Not yet anyways. Ivan turned to the fighter, and in the least rude way possible, spoke calmly but firmly.


“Thanks for worrying man, but I’m not the type to spill my heart out to others, especially not to people I don’t know. So don’t take it the wrong way when I say I won’t be coming to you with my issues pouring from my mouth.”


He said bluntly as he turned to walk away, a slight pain running through his leg before Colt showed up on the roof, telling them to get going. Deciding that they’d been through enough shit for one day, Ivan gave an obedient nod before adjusting the bag and rifle on his back and going towards the door Colt was at. As he got to the door, he pressed his hand against the already open door and swung it the rest of the way, following behind her.


“Colt, I have a quick question for you if you don’t mind. Privately.”


--

Colt was slightly annoyed that Ivan wanted to divert her focus from leaving the apartment to ask her a question. Could this not wait? They needed to get out of here! The woman grinded her teeth together as she held back her urge to snap at him to just follow her. With an annoyed growl, she shook her shaggy head.


“Make it quick. What is it?” she asked, her tone being sharp, hoping to get through to him that this was not a good time for this kind of conversation. Could it not wait until the Lodge?


--


“Thanks.”


Ivan said as quickly as Colt had finished speaking and let Mackenzie go past them before looking at her with a short sigh before looking at her. There was a hint of jealousy in his face and tone as he spoke, but he quickly shoved it away.


“You and that white hair guy. Something going on between you two?”


He said quickly, looking away and scratching at his cheek so he didn’t come off as completely obvious. He couldn’t exactly tell what he felt towards this woman yet, but he wanted to know if he was getting in anyone’s way just by feeling a certain way.


--

Colt almost stopped short as Ivan questioned her about her relationship with Marcus. The woman gritted her teeth. Shit, he noticed their kiss. This was not something Colt was in the mood to discuss. She had some very mixed feelings about the entire thing. Feelings she was not willing to share with the Russian who had almost got them killed. Despite his apology, Colt still harboured a great deal of resentment towards the whole thing.


“It was a reflex thing.” she answered, hoping she would be able to deter him from asking more, “I’ve known Marcus as long as I know you; a day. How the fuck would we have a thing going on in that time?” she didn't want to be harsh, but at this point in time, she could not stop to ponder about this. Getting everyone out and into Owen’s truck was her priority.

--


Ivan let out a short and quiet sigh before turning away from the woman and cracking his neck quietly before looking back at her with a pretty genuine smile on his face.


“Alrighty, I was just wondering. Also I assumed the two of you had known each other longer, so sorry about making unnecessary assumptions.”


He said quietly before walking past her towards the stairs. He wiped the smile from his face quickly as he got to them and he started climbing down them quickly. Pain shot through his knee with each step he took as he descended the staircase. He ignored it for the moment since there were more important things than some pain in his knee. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he went to the door that led out to the lobby and saw Owen outside in a running truck.


--

​

 

[The Mad Queen]

Doctor Ralph Fisher: Moe's Motel​

Ralph looked at car keys and pressed down on the button. It would be tedious, but safer than breaking into an actual car. He had no idea how to hot-wire a car.
The murder of a government agent and now grand theft auto. One day ago, Ralph would never dream of breaking the law. He had a clean record, and had never been tempted to so much as shoplift, let alone kill anybody or steal a car.

He checked the cars, looking for flicking lights and actually smiled a bit as the jeep lit up.

"There we go."
They could go off-road if they needed too, but it would be a real gas guzzler. He'd need to keep track of it, but they could stop along the way or even siphon gas if he needed to. It depended on how much was in the tank right now, though.
With the rifle raised, he approached the jeep and checked the inside. Empty, as he'd hoped but he couldn't be too careful.

It wasn't like the interior was clean, there were a few empty beer cans on the floor, among some packets of Doritos but that was a lot better than it being caked in blood. He opened the door up for Shinoa and offered her a hand-up into the passenger seat.

It wouldn't be the first time he'd driven a pregnant woman somewhere. There had been the frantic drive to the hospital with his wife, and he'd actually stopped on the side of the road one day to give a girl a ride to the hospital as well. He'd been nearly two hours late for work, but it hadn't really mattered.

BloodThunder27

 

[Mackenzie wise]

Mackenzie understood the Russians reasoning and didn’t expect him to accept honesty. He just always wanted to give chances to everyone, even if he knew they wouldn’t accept. He is a very hopeful person despite everything that happened. When Colt comes he nods and leaves down the flight of stairs.

As the fighter walks down the stairs he meets with the rest of the group. The young fighter finds a seat and sits there resting. Not knowing how long the two soldiers will take talking. Mackenzie looks around and ponders why this town was a hotspot for disaster for him. The pro laughs at the humor in it not even mad about it anymore.

The fighter looks around and wants to talk to the others, but ultimately decides not to. Remembering What Ivan said he realized he’s just a newcomer. Not trustworthy or apart of the group in anyway. This thought feels like a scab being peeled off for him. Stinging him as he remembers he was never enough for anything and anyone. Fighting was the only thing that he enough for, but he worked for it and even that wasn’t enough for the people he knew.

He sucks it up being somewhat numb to the pain and puts a smile on as he rests his head and closes his eyes. Resting before they have to go and survive who knows what again. His muscles loosening and relaxing as he sits down, it feels good as he had not rested in a while.

The thought of meeting more survivors brought him more joy. His hopefulness seemed to have no end as he sat there imagining what he will do when this is all over.

 

[Liezarria]

The Mad Queen Rumble Fish

mentions: BloodThunder27

Emotions: off

Rouge looked at the two gals unable to understand them. Didn’t the new girl, Milly was it? Didn’t milly not like them? Sure there were “monsters” as she mentioned but a good wack to the skull shouldn't be much of a problem.


And then Jenna started to cry which made even more confused since she was initially laughing. While she was crying Rouge looked over at Milly.


“That's why i am going out.” she lifted the table leg over her noninjured shoulder

“It’s better to get rid of any stragglers around here before they find this room. Its also to prevent them from attracting more and having them surround the motel. While I'm out ill close any entrances for the same reason. This is a small place so once i clear the hallways ill go room by room to get rid of any that were stuck inside while also gathering any supplies that could be useful like food or clean clothing…..maybe ducktape. I don’t think this is a proper place to have a base, there's not even a fence around here, but since we seem to keep ending up here might as well do it for future times.”


Rouge turned thinking that maybe, if she’d have time, maybe she’ll trap one and…..experiment with it.

The phrase “know thy enemy” came to mind. it's only the second day of the outbreak yet she already wanted to know how these things ticked. The more she understood them the easier their survival would be. Again, before she left, she heard Jenna's words. Rouge this time only turned partly to look back at her.


“.......there's no shame in crying. It’s a natural human response to relieve stress. In times of disaster it important to relieve oneself of negative emotions otherwise-” movement through the thin window curtains caught her attention and her words died in her throat. The curtains were thin enough that she could see outside to the parking lot. Next to jennas car she saw two silhouettes. At first, she would assume that they were zombies but…. The movement was more lively than a corpse……. Those were people….. Without any warning to the others, she quickly turned and sprinted down the hallway. Just as she turned the corner she almost skidded to a stop as she almost rammed into a zombie. Instead, she haphazardly did a 180 turn and used her good arm to ram the makeshift club into its head by pure luck. The body dropped but Rouge didn’t waste time checking if it was permanently dead, instead, she got her momentum up again and continued to sprint.



When she got close to the entrance that’s when she made herself slow down to a tiptoe. She was out of breath, yet tried her best to keep her breathing as quiet as possible.when she got to the edge of the corner she peeked out and watched……


There was a man and a pregnant lady. One would assume that they were friendly but one cannot be too careful. She took her time getting closer until she was leaning on the doorway watching him try to find the right key. Not possible since Jenna had it. Eventually, after a while, they moved onto another vehicle and found one that matched the keys they had. She watched them get into a large van.


Well, they didn't seem hostile but she didn't have a urge to contact them anymore seeing as they didn't break into the car. Plus, them driving away might draw some of the wandering zombies their way from the vehicle noise.


Rouge held the leg in her bad arm so she could rub her injured shoulder with her good arm. It was stinging again she supposed that her emotions were turning on soon. Not surprising since the day was stressful. Her arm throbbed and felt a bit cold.

 

[Rumble Fish]

Milly was unsure how to react to the older girl, Jenna suddenly crying, something that Milly struggled to understand. How could someone laugh, as in being happy but then be sad? It was hard enough for Milly to understand emotions like this. It was something she had never understood. It reminded her of being in school. The older girls would laugh at her one grey eye, which Milly was always unsettled about. But it made them happy? But then they would be angry and start pushing her like she had done something wrong. How could she keep up with that? Non-verbal signals were as foreign to her as 20-20 vision.

She looked to Jenna with a look of worry, trying to understand what was happening. She then swore, something that made Milly’s eye twitched. Her mother had told her that swearing was bad. That it was the height of bad manners. But people swore when they were upset or angry. She tilted her head as Jenna said she had made a scene. No, she didn’t, she didn’t make a movie or a painting or anything, so how could she have made a scene?

“N-No you didn’t,” Milly said, her nervous voice like honey, “You’re just… Upset. It’s okay.” She did not know what else she could have said. She watched as the other girl, Rogue seemed to go off on her own. The younger girl looked out of the window, seeing what had gotten her attention. A man and what seemed to be a pregnant lady. Milly squeaked and ducked at the window, still holding onto her teddy for reassurance. What were they going to do? Milly rocked slightly as she looked to the purple-haired woman. She went into her small and red rucksack, pulling out a small Mars Bar. The younger girl was exceedingly hungry, but she felt unable to eat it. Looking to Jenna, she gently reached over, giving her the chocolate bar in a hope she could somehow cheer the woman up.

Milly glanced outside again, seeing the pair outside getting into a van. She sniffed, rubbing her ice-cold nose with the back of her pale and bruised hand. Were they dangerous? The woman was pregnant, and the man seemed to be treating her gently. Was he her father? The thought of that was enough to make Milly’s eyes water a little.

“I want-I need to go home,” she squeaked, stimming as she gently pulled the top of her teddy bear’s head to calm herself, “M-M-My mum will be worried…” she added, on the verge of crying. Where was her mother? The thirteen-year-old bit her lip as she looked down at the dog, who seemed to be sitting obediently on her blind side. She glanced out of the window again, seeing the pregnant girl, a mother-to-be caused the girl to become anxious. Would she be okay? Tears were leaking down her cheeks. Why was this all happening? Why couldn’t she go home? She looked to Jenna to see what she did next. She moved to stay closer to her.
Short steps, deep breath
Everything is alright
Chin up, I can't
Step into the spotlight
She said, "I'm sad, "
Somehow without any words
I just stood there
Searching for an answer...
The Mad Queen Liezarria BloodThunder27​

 

[BloodThunder27]

Shinoa Bradford
Age: 17
Location: Moe's “Don't Tell” Motel
Interactions: Doctor Fisher The Mad Queen

Pregnancy Progression: 39 Weeks, 1 Day

Countdown to Childbirth

Silent Drive Shinoa watched anxiously as Doctor Fisher checked for which cars the keys belonged to. Judging by his facial expression, she could tell that he was uncomfortable, but not like they had too much of a choice given the situation they were in. After a couple of tries, the pair were eventually led to a Red Jeep Patriot. While they weren't the most fuel efficient, Shinoa would rather take it then travel on foot, especially with how dangerous that would be, more so since she was heavily pregnant and was about ready to give birth at any minute. Hopefully there was plenty of gas, but she wasn't expecting a full tank, granted that would their biggest blessing besides her not going into labor yet...or them getting ambushed. The cleanliness of the car was also the least of her worries. Empty Chip Bags and Soda Cans...nothing worth complaining about anymore. If it was a regular day, then she'd probably call the driver out, but since it wasn't, she was content. She then accepted the Doctor's help getting into the front passenger. Of course the first thing Shinoa did was buckle her seat belt after closing the door and even locking it.

From here, they would go to her old apartment...and hopefully not get ambushed along the way. During the car ride though, Shinoa would be staring out the window, at what the carnage from last night had left behind while caressing her belly as the baby started kicking and fidgeting again. Hopefully soon, they'd run into other survivors. Not those soldiers, let alone the zombies. "Doctor, I'm scared." She sighed.

While she wasn't about to cry, she just wanted to speak up on how she felt about the current situation.

 

[Liezarria]

Rouge


Emotions: off

Rouge silently watched the two drive away from her spot by the entrance. It was now ….noon? Maybe. The sun was high so she assumed so. A small part of her wondered if she should have called out to the two, but she soon didn't bother with the thought. Rouge quietly closed the glass door and turned back, walking slowly now that there was no rush. Her thighs tingle from sudden overuse and she switched the table leg back to her good arm. When she went around the first corner she paused.


The corpse she knocked down earlier was gone leaving behind a stain on the floor.


“.......” Rouge tilted her head. It appears she made a error in not properly disposing of the body. Then again, she was in a rush…….She took her time observing the area until she spotted a barely-there trail of dark droplets. probably blood. She retraced her footsteps back to the front where it broke off to a different hallway and……


Rouge slightly crouched back behind the corner and peeked back out. The zombie was there about halfway across slowly shambling its way on. Its gate was unsteady, swinging its body side to side, its head tilted to the side a piece of bone sticking through its neck where it snapped.


Rouge looked at the surroundings again taking note of a couple of doors opened. One of the entrances ahead of it had a dark trail leading out from it out through the opened exit door at the end. She supposes that she could just let the zombie stumble out and close the door behind it but then again, they weren’t in a rush nor were they in a dire situation. Most of the corpses that should have been here just weren’t which was suspicious in itself but Rouge looked at it as a positive to their survival.


“........” Rouge quietly tiptoed after it making sure to eye the opened entrances to the rooms as she passed them. It took a while to catch up but the zombie wasn’t particularly fast nor did she feel any rush. Besides taking it slow in this situation allowed her to be more aware of her surroundings without the distraction of other people. As soon as she was within reach
Rouge lifted the makeshift club and swung it with all her might down onto its skull. The body dropped again but this time instead of leaving Rouge lifted it and slammed it down again.


And again.


And again.


And again.



After each hit, the skull caved in more and more, the tip of the club started to become darkened with pieces of the bone becoming embedded and flesh sticking to the surface. Rogue paused and listen for a good long while.


She heard some thudding and groans from one of the closed doors but that aside everything else was quiet. Rouge stepped over the body and peeked out the side exit. Everything seemed clear……..


After she released the zombie from behind the closed door and ended it like the first one Rouges arm was shaking. She was agile, yes but strength was one of the things she did not have, nor stamina…..


Rouge sighed. The “alarm” was now alerting her that her whole body needed rest yet she will not be satisfied without completing her task when everything is so peaceful. Rouge decided to continue on and check each room looking for supplies while also ending the last few corpses that were trapped in the rooms. She made sure to take a couple of minute rest every now and then but made sure that her pace was steady.


In one room she opened to find 6 zombies. 2 males and 4 females. As soon as her brain registered what she was seeing and the corpses took that first step she quickly shut the door.


Rouge blinked at the door as the corpses banged on it for a good long while before gradually losing interest when no sound was made from the other side. Even after they settled down

Rouge still took a good long moment to think over the details of what she saw…..


The outfits…….

The state of the males…….

And the objects……..


“........no wonder they call this place the ‘Don’t tell’ motel……” it was unfortunate that Rouge could start feeling some emotions at this point. Her cheeks felt warm from some embarrassment and though she never understood the appeal, she felt slight shame for those poor souls.


Rouge used a slightly dried sharpie that she found in one of the previous rooms and wrote on the door


‘never open at all cost’.

Rouge sighed once again.


Well…..at least the room was in a side hallway…… she’s sure that the group wouldn't come down here……..probably…..


Rouge continued on her little adventure. By the time she got back all she managed to gather were a couple of water bottles, a pocket knife, and(luckily) two rolls of some duct tape.


When she entered the room she managed to mumble “the place is cleared. Nothing useful popped up. Don’t go into hallway C.” before she dropped the bag of water bottles and collapsed onto the bed. She's been away for a while so she didn’t know the state of the others but at this point, she could pretty much feel again and her body was screaming at her for not taking heed of jennas advice of taking it easy. Rouge moaned in pain but felt no regrets.


“I hate this place.”

emotions: on

The Mad Queen Rumble Fish