Realistic or Modern Patient Zero (A Zombie Survival RP)

[Oslonaut]

S A R A H​

The Great Escape

Wednesday, October 17th, 2018

I knew this was a bad idea but, in the absence of any good ideas, I continued forward. Max Payne

With a metallic water bottle in hand that read ‘CAMPING WITH A CHANCE OF ALCOHOL’, Sarah began to sneakily proceed down the stairs the led to the front of the wide fish tank at the center of the ground floor. But then, without warning, she bumped into a young woman sneaking up the stairs. What could have very easily been a startled smack with the butt of her glock turned into a poor attempt to cover the young woman’s surprised yelp when Sarah noticed the tears streaming down her eyes. Realizing she was a victim here and not the maniac with the rifle, Sarah quickly reacted and tossed the metallic water bottle towards the other side of the room as a distraction. It landed with a loud and resounding clang, followed by the sound of distant footsteps.

“Go. Hurry!” Sarah whispered, ushering the brunette along before continuing downward in a half-crouch.

“B-Be careful! Please don’t let him hurt Thomas!” The woman whispered back, pleading as if Sarah was her last and only chance to rectify this terrible situation.

Ignoring the woman and simply hoping she’d follow her advice and not do anything stupid, Sarah finally made it to the ground floor… before realizing the dead body that had been there earlier was no longer there. But if no one had moved it then that could only mean…

She placed both hands on her glock once more, dropping back down into a low crouching stance as she maneuvered through the wavy streaks of green light that shone down from the fish tank. Just as she was about to enter an aisle and smoothly take cover, however, a gun shot rang out that missed her shoulder by inches and pierced the thick glass behind her. She dove into cover before the maniac could aim another shot, doing her best to steady her breathing and calm her nerves as she analyzed the damage done to the tank with her own two eyes. Water was beginning to spew from the bullet hole, mingling with the pool of blood on the floor in a whirlpool of red.

“AND WHO THE FUCK ARE Y--” The roar was interrupted the blast of a shotgun nearby, sending the lunatic who had attempted to shoot her into cover himself only a few aisles down.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!” A younger voice called out, more hurt than angry. Sarah had a hunch that this was the ‘Thomas’ the young brunette had mentioned earlier. “My dad was innocent! He had nothing to do with this!”

“YOUR DAD WAS A PIECE OF SHIT JUST LIKE YOU!”​

Working up the nerve to do so, Sarah peeked around the corner of her aisle and managed to witness the very moment a different young woman (with Asian features like her deceased father) attempted to strike the shooter with an assault rifle. The man whacked the weapon away using the rifle as a club, however, then elbowed the woman across the face before kicking her in the chest, cocking his gun, and burying the tip of his barrel in the top of her hair. “You stupid bitch.”

It was at that moment that a man with a camo jacket stepped into the scene, aiming a crossbow in the maniac’s general direction but clearly unsure about who to set its sights on. “West? Buddy, is that you? What the hell is going on here?” He asked, watching as his friend held a gun to a young girl’s head and seemed to be prepared to execute her. His eyes were wild. Red. Like fire.

“Clyde,” West uttered, his smile almost as greasy as his slicked back black hair. “I’m glad you’re here. See, I got a bit of a situati--” He blinked when, suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the figure stumbling towards his friend from behind an aisle. The old man he’d buried a shotgun blast into (before the homewrecker wrestled the shotgun away from him) was still standing. “How the fuc--” Before he could think on it any longer, a series of events happened almost simultaneously and in a blur:

The dead man sunk his teeth right into Clyde’s neck, tearing apart the jugular of his throat savagely and without a care in the world as Clyde screamed out in a daunting mixture of disbelief, horror, and pain. His body hit the ground and bent like a sack of dirty laundry, and the bloodied old man dropped down with it to continue tearing off chunks of flesh with his mouth. West was spared the majority of the gruesome sight when the young girl he had smacked prior suddenly busted his knee with a camping pan she pulled off the rack to her side. He yelped in pain and tried to shoot her immediately after, aiming a shot poorly with one hand and completely missing his target as the young woman dashed away, abandoning her empty and battered assault rifle on the floor.

“Cassidy!? Cassidy, are you okay?!” Thomas called out to his sister from nearby, peeking out from behind a counter with his now empty shotgun in hand. All he managed to spot, though, was a mysterious girl (Sarah) sneaking away from the commotion and towards the guns and hunting equipment section. Unfortunately for her, West spotted her as well from the dark reflection of the now damaged fish aquarium. He hissed in pain and disdain as he did his best to stand firm on both feet, aiming his rifle with both hands this time as he tried to keep track of her movement.

“AAAGH!” He screamed out in rage, firing his rifle repeatedly as Sarah rushed towards the section she needed to be in, the bullets hitting everything from lanterns to camping gear and fishing lures-- everything except her. And, while the final shot West had for her might have met its mark, it never had a chance when Thomas suddenly burst out from behind the counter and bum-rushed the killer. West pivoted to his side and hastily attempted to bury that final bullet in Thomas’ heart… but it struck another hole into the aquarium instead, only moments before the side of Thomas’ shotgun struck his head. West staggered sideways and tried to recover, dropping his rifle. Thomas hit him again. And again. And again.

Meanwhile, ZZ Top and the man in the orange vest hurriedly attempted to pull the flesh-eating old man off of their friend Clyde. When the man in the orange vest shot the old man in the back with a crossbow bolt, however, an old woman suddenly shrieked and came out of nowhere with a bowie knife. She jumped on the man’s back and stabbed him in the chest repeatedly, her sobs and shrieks as traumatizing as one would expect from a woman who had seen her husband get killed twice in one day. When ZZ Top swerved around and yelled, aiming his own weapon at her and calling her a ‘crazy bitch’, he didn’t realize that the crossbow bolt that had pierced through the old man’s chest hadn’t managed to put the flesh-eater down at all. He successfully planted his own crossbow bolt in the old woman’s forehead, dropping onto his knees to catch his stabbed friend afterwards. But he would pay for that mistake in seconds when the undead senior citizen decided his shoulder looked tasty.

By the time this had happened, Sarah dove into a slide across the wooden floor and behind the counter where the ammunition was kept, hurriedly reaching for the first box of ‘Steel Boys’ that she could find. Pulling out the bullets that were cradled in the box like little sleeping babies, she quickly took out her mag and loaded it when she heard sounds coming from nearby. Do or die. Do or die. Do or DIE. She clocked the loaded magazine in and about-faced to aim the glock at the young Asian woman who had suddenly appeared from around the corner, aiming a pistol of her own with a seriously bad bruise across her left cheek and jaw.

Through some miracle, neither of them shot. But they had come dangerously close.​

Interaction: BunnyQueen

 

[Maj]

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October 17th, 2:35 pm
Moe's Don't Tell Motel

It didn’t take Owen long to find the truck, it was parked in the same place it always was. The thing was freaking behemoth. Four door cap, extended back to the truck, and as his former boss was someone who used to dangerous situations on the day to day, the back glass had bars in it and had a large grill on the front. In the event that they were to run over any dead things, at least the four wheel drive vehicle wouldn’t give them any resistance.

It didn’t take long for everyone to find him parked out front. Marcus was the first, followed by Colt, Ivan and Mackenzie. The five of them fit inside the cab easily, in fact there was probably room for one more person if they wanted to squeeze in. He was also relieved to find the thing had a mostly full tank of gas, their errands wouldn’t even put a dent in the huge tank.

With the supplies in the back, and his comrades in the truck he put the two on a direct path for Moe’s. There was little interference on the way, a few cars stuck in the road that he had to have help moving to the side of the road. The only zombies they had to deal with were the ones that neared them while clearing the streets, all in all Owen could hardly ask for a better trip.

As the truck pulled into the motel, the red head let out a heavy sigh. For the sake of their moral, he hoped that the motel would be mostly deserted, he wasn’t sure how much more excitement Colt had on her and even he was running on E. He turned off the ignition and lightly tapped Colt on the shoulder. The woman had passed out against the passenger seat window.

“Hey. We’re here. Let’s get this the fuck over with.” His greeting was curt, much of his boyish charm fading with the remnants of his breakfast. Owen exited the vehicle and waited for the rest to do the same.

“Lets keep this quick and quiet. I know my way around the building pretty well and I have Leliana’s keys. I figure we get to the store room, load up on what we can and get out before anything else of consequence can happen.” He turned to Colt for assurance.

“What do you think?”

Interactions: Rumble Fish (Colt)
Mentions: King Vioogra (Ivan) Soma Schicksal (Marcus) Mackenzie wise (Mack)
In the area: The Mad Queen (Jenna) Liezarria (Rogue) Rumble Fish (Milly)

 

[Rumble Fish]

The orange sky almost matched the same hue as the blood and fire that tainted the road and surrounding houses. The only sound that could be heard through the deafening silence was marching boots and the rattling of the guns as they moved along with their holders’ strides. A lone bird cawed as it took off from a house. The destroyed tank lied abandoned, blackened and reduced to its strips, still on fire. The officers stopped as they analysed what had happened. A huge and black radius on the road indicated a landmine.

“It must have been planted overnight.” One officer, McRee concluded with a heavy sigh as he then turned to something that made them all freeze. Fresh cadavers, all lined neatly and respectably. Despite the carnage, the missing limbs, the destroyed faces and the indistinguishable burns, the six-man crew within the tank lied, all straight as if standing attention for the Big Man in the Sky. Among them, the scattered bodies of rebels.

“What. The...” MacRee looked around the scene, at the end of the row laid Sasha Oberon, missing everything below the torso to God knows where. Her eyes were wide open and glassy, as if in awe. Lying across her, with her head on her chest was another Marine. He had seen them together and they were clearly close. She must have died after Sasha, given the position. MacRee took out his radio.

“This is MacRee. There were no survivers.” He spoke into the radio, hearing simple silence on the other side before the speaker assured him that the medics would come to clear the scene. But as he turned off the radio, he thought he spotted movement, he turned to the body draped over Sasha’s. The woman was bleeding profusely from numerous gunshot wounds along her back, the left of her face was bloody and looking at her left leg, the limb below the knee had been blown off completely, probably from the initial blast.

She thought she heard someone’s voice, Barely managing to open her eyes, she could vaguely see the outline of a man with a chiselled bay beard. Using what little strength she had left, she inhaled deeply with the intention to call out to the man but could only let out what could be described as a raspy croak. The man’s shape jumped as he looked down. He raised his radio again, speaking fast and urgently. As he did, he stooped down, grabbing her shoulder…
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Colt’s eyes flew open at the sound of Owen’s voice and the feeling of her shoulder being touched. As her eyes opened, her head felt light and she felt numb. The war-vet groaned as she sat up, the right of her neck hurting from the position she had been sitting in while asleep. While glad to have escaped that nightmare, she had woken up in another one. Running her hand down her face, the woman opened the door to step out, but as she did, her leg felt like jelly, causing the woman to lose her balance, having to grab the door. Cursing quietly, she tried again, feeling wobbly on her feet, and the stump inside her prosthetic was sore. Without a word, she took out her medication and took a couple of pills before heading around to stand with the others, though her stance was slightly swayed as she tried to remain alert.

As she listened to Owen, the woman could only nod. What he said made sense, more sense than she could have made. And she could not agree more with his words about being quiet. She saw he had turned to her for assurance. Despite her drunk state, she had to have a clear mind and assure him he was right.

“He’s right. I don’t want to hear a peep. No guns, no bottles, nothing. See a Thing you cant kill quietly? Sneak past it. Only shoot as a final resort.” She said, looking at them all firmly, “Make it fast. I want everyone out alive.” She said, words hoping to boost morale, but Colt knew that was not true. It was worth saying. She looked particularly at the three men, hoping they would actually pay attention to her this time. They did not need another episode like that.​

Mentions: King Vioogra (Ivan) Soma Schicksal (Marcus) Mackenzie wise (Mack) Maj (Owen)
In the area: The Mad Queen (Jenna) Liezarria (Rogue) Rumble Fish (Milly)

 

[The Mad Queen]

Jenna: Moe's Motel​

With Rouge back in the room, Jenna got to work on finishing off the stitches. It only took another minute or two but the wound was sealed and cleaned.
"You're good to go now. Just don't strain too much or those things might rip open."

Jenna looked out the window, seeing the behemoth of a truck pull up and a group of people get out. She didn't get a good look at them before she shut the curtains.
"Fuck." She whispered "Everybody, get down."

The dog put her head up, looking at the door and Jenna put a finger on her lips.
"Shhh. Girl. Keep quiet, please."
She tried to hide it but there was panic in her voice. Could it be the soldiers from earlier? Most likely and even if they weren't she wasn't planning on finding out.
If the rest of the group couldn't keep quiet, she wasn't sure what she'd do.

@AgWordSmith Liezarria Rumble Fish
In the area: King Vioogra Soma Schicksal Mackenzie wise Maj

Doctor Ralph Fisher: The Suburbs​

Ralph kept his eyes on the road, both hands firmly gripped around the steering wheel. He steered to avoid a car on the road, catching a quick glimpse of the trapped driver, a host who clawed at the bloodied window. His focus broke for a moment as the girl said something.
Doctor, I'm scared

Honesty wouldn't do much to calm her mind, but he hadn't lied to her yet and wasn't going to start now. Even if he was a good liar, he probably still would've told the truth.
"I'm scared too. Well, scared would be a minor word for it." Ralph answered, calmly "But fear is not a bad thing. Our species developed it as a means of staying a live, a fight or flight instinct when dealing with predators. These days, of course humans are at the top of the food chain but back then you had all kinds of beasts that hunted our ancestors. Sabre toothed tigers, direwolves, giant bears..."

He made a slight turn to avoid a body on the road.
"That fear. Hold onto it. It worked for our ancestors, kept them going. It's your mind telling you to do something to save yourself. In your case..."
He glanced over at her "That applies to both of you."

BloodThunder27

 

[King Vioogra]

As Owen drove down the road, Ivan slowly drifted off into the abyss that was sleep. He hadn’t really had time to dream, but images of the faces belonging to the people he’d killed during war flipped through his mind like a slide powerpoint. Of course he was destroyed the first time he had to take a life, but soon got used to it as he realized that’s what war was. He woke up slowly as he felt the vehicle pull to a stop, opening the door tiredly and stepping out. He shook the images from his mind and looked among the group, yawning quietly as he stretched to loosen his joints. He gave a quick nod to Colt and Owen as he pulled the rifle from his back and set it quietly in the bed of the truck along with the bag on his back. He looked up and down the street quietly, not speaking a word as he saw the other’s heading towards the Motel. A few memories from when he first moved to Aurora whisked through his mind as he looked over at the establishment. He hadn’t been here long, just until he could get enrolled in the university, but there were a few memories to have been made there. This caused Ivan to smile a bit as the wind blew his jet black hair over his face a bit. As he wiped the hair from his face, he had an almost instinctual moment that mildly pulled him from reality for just a second.


“I need to get a haircut soon.”


He said quietly, holding his slightly long bangs out in front of him, before remembering where he was. He sighed quietly as he let go of his hair and pushed it behind his ear and took a few steps forwards after the rest of the group. After the first few steps, a searing pain shot through Ivan’s leg and then the rest of his body, and suddenly the ground was coming towards him very quickly. He crashed to the ground just as quickly as he’d started falling, the lower half of his left leg hanging from where his knee should be. Ivan had to clap his hand over his mouth keep from shouting. It wasn’t extremely painful in itself, but hell if it didn’t hurt and hell if it didn’t surprise him. He quickly turned over and looked down at his leg, having pulled his hand from his mouth and started taking heavy breaths in place of shouting.


“Stay calm, stay calm. It’s probably just dislocated because of the climbing.”


Ivan said to himself in a hushed whisper as the pessimistic part of his mind started thinking of worst case scenarios. He was luckily able to silence those thoughts relatively quickly as he tried to push himself up to a sitting position before falling to his elbows.​

 

[BunnyQueen]

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

When To Pick The Pen
Alex slowly walked back outside of The Great Escape towards the three quads that were left by the men. Looking at all three of them she reached inside of her pocket and felt for the key pulling it out she looked at the key then at the quads. Alex couldn't remember with quad the key belonged to and with a sigh and a spring in her step she walked over to the closest quad and attempted to put the key in the ignition. After giving it the old' college try to no avail Alex determined that the quad didn't belong to her key and moved onto the next one and without any effort, the key slid into the ignition ready to be revved up. Alex let go of the key leaving it in the ignition and making sure not to turn it on she walked back to the first quad and pulled out the man's knife. As she looked at the sharp hunting knife she couldn't help looking back at the store she was worried about Sarah as the gunshots rang out from inside. Alex debated going back inside to help her friend but was too scared she wondered what would happen if Alex went in a Sarah left the building at the same time so for the time being Alex would stay right were Sarah told her to. Looking back towards the quads with a knife in hand Alex attempted to jab the knife into the tire instead of that happening like Alex imagined the tire of the quad was harder to pierce than she thought. Pullin the knife back over her head and throwing her full body weight into the push she stuck the knife blade into the tire the blade disappeared in a flash as the tire came to life whining as all the air left it. Alex watched as the air slowly left the tire before stabbing it again in the same wheel but in a different spot, the tire started to deflate a little faster. Letting out a long sigh and looking at the other quad she started to resign herself to stabbing holes in tires for the next few minutes until only the quad they were going to steal was left.

Sometime Later
Alex's muscles ached in pain as she jabbed the knife into the last tire. Popping the tires turned out to be harder than television made it seem, but as the work was done Alex put the knife back in its holster and sat down on the quad with the key in it. Taking a moment to relax and rest Alex took off her beanie and ran her fingers through her hair before putting it back on and looking towards the back door. The gunshots weren't as prominent as they were originally Alex was about to go check it out worrying about Sarah but something caught her eye. A corpse was shambling from in front of the store drawn in by the gunfire from inside fear filled Alex as her stomach felt like it dropped into a pit. Alex quickly slid off of the quad and ducked down behind it barely peeking her head out to see the monster shambling for the back door. Alex looked at the back door not wanting Sarah to rush outside only to get bit and then looked back at the thing. With the intent to distract it Alex picked up a nearby rock and attempted to throw it at it, however since her arm was still aching from popping all the tired the rock barely made it halfway to it. Grabbing its attention the zombie slowly turned seeing Alex filled with fear, she picked up another rock and putting more power behind it managed to hit the zombie this time square in the shoulder. It shambled closer and closer to her as she started to walk back into the forest she reached for her gun and shakily rose it pointing at the zombie as it drew closer she tried to distance herself walking backward. Suddenly as if the world flipped Alex was on the ground she had tripped on something in the grass the revolver she was carrying flew over her head and landed just out of arms reach and within the second the zombie was on top of her. Alex had managed to lodge her foot in between her and the zombie using it and her hands to keep the zombie off of her but its weight was too much for her to shove off completely. The zombie was on top of her attempting to kill her, adrenaline filled her body as tears ran down her face and her heart dared to leap from her chest she was pushing back against death with everything she had while imaginging the fear that her father must have felt when he died.
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[TheTreForce]

Ray Childress: The Lodge

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Ray made his way into some denser forestry away from the cabin, but made a mental note of which direction it was as he was soon surrounded by the trees. Twigs occasionally snapped and soft varieties of plants and grass created a cushion between his feet and the earth. The birds welcomed him deeper with their tune and all the insects joined along with their not-so-beautiful sounding voices. It was all so surreal and wonderful. This is what he needed right now, and this is where he wanted to breathe his last. Not five minutes of walking later, Ray came upon a river. Maybe it was a stream, but he couldn't tell, as the size of it fell somewhere in the middle. Smooth stones, polished by the clear waters, littered this portion of it. They stretched from one side to the other and the waters themselves were a mere foot deep here. Looking further downstream, the eye could see that it got deeper and the current was much stronger. A dead tree about four feet from the bank welcomed Ray and he found a seat against it, his feet toward the waters. What am I doing? I should be introducing myself to those people, but here I am moping by myself in the forest. This is beautiful though... Ray was still a bit shook from the nightmare, and his thoughts were in the clouds. All of the noises around him molded together in harmony and whispered their notes in his ears. The tune of the woods was enough to take him far from this dying world. He must have been plucked from time itself, sent into a place beyond everything comprehensible, to spend the rest of eternity in bliss. He found his troubles fading and a smile met his face.

A raspy groan echoed toward him from up ahead and he came to attention. He crawled to the other side of the tree and peeked around. Nothing there. Was his nightmare coming back to haunt his daydreaming as well? He was soon answered as one of them stumbled out from behind a tree on the other side of the waters. Ray stayed where he was to see what it would do but before he could make an assessment, six more came out from the trees. The first one continued forward and stepped into the water; they were committed to their direction and it was right towards the cabin. Ray wanted to distract them and lead them away, but he was afraid he would end up getting lost. He decided to make a break for it back to the house. Maybe they'll change direction.. Hopefully they didn't see me.. I have to warn the others though.

The cabin came into view and Ray tried to catch his breath but hurry inside. He hadn't run like this in a good while, even though he went on walks pretty frequently. He leaped up onto the porch and hurriedly opened the door. Through heavy breaths, Ray managed the words out, "Guys, we have trouble. Seven of them are headed this way and will probably be here in a few minutes. What do y'all suppose we do?"

Maj Brax FireMaiden

 

[Oslonaut]

S A R A H​

The Great Escape

Wednesday, October 17th, 2018

It’s hard to have anything, isn’t it? Rare to get it, hard to keep it. This is a damn slippery planet. Thomas Harris

It felt like an eternity had passed since Sarah had aimed her weapon at the young girl and vice-versa but, in reality, it was probably only half that. She wanted to speak up and ask her exactly who she was and what she was doing here, but the words never left her mouth before the young man from earlier called out to his sister from the other side of an aisle. "Cass! Where did mom go?! Help me find her!"

The woman's eyes darted to the side but didn't leave Sarah's gaze as she backed away, still holding the gun up as if she expected Sarah to shoot her in the back. There was a brief moment afterward, however, when the both of them simultaneously lowered their guns... before Cassidy moved out of view completely. As she reunited with her brother and they searched for their mother, Sarah quickly burst into action and grabbed a nearby camping bag as she began to stock it up with ammunition, a couple of cleaning kits, and a magazine extender she thought would fit on her glock. Just as she was past filling it up halfway, she noticed the sunlight filter in from a suddenly ajar front door... then she saw them:

A small group of sickly people shambled into the large store, attracted by the gunfire and screams from earlier. It was only then that Sarah remembered seeing the brunette open the front door for the other survivors. Had she forgotten to lock it behind her? More than likely. When one of the freaks noticed her, moaning and groaning as it limped its way towards her, Sarah hurried to fill the rest of the bag before it could take the chance to attack her. She hadn't expected this run to go this way... but she needed to do everything she could to get the hell out. She could smell those things almost as if they were already up in her face. After stuffing the bag up entirely and looking up again, the young woman realized they had all unanimously decided to go towards her and were now far closer than she had imagined.

Holding her focus like a cup of coffee filled to the brim, Sarah zipped up the camping bag and swung it onto her shoulder before dashing away, ducking as one of the flesh-eaters tried to grab her by the hair. Another crawled over the glass counter full of guns to try and reach her, but she jumped over its lunge and bounced herself off of its back before continuing her escape. The majority of the group of shambling dead ones, however, managed to continue following her without issue while the other two gained their bearings again. As she was approaching the center of the ground floor, Sarah realized they were coming in from the back exit as well. One of them, the corpse of the old man she had seen laying in a pool of blood, had a crossbow through its heart. Then she saw the man in the orange vest, too, and the one with the camo jacket. They, too, didn't look human any more. It was at this moment that the realization of what was actually happening dawned on her.

With seemingly nowhere to go as she was being steadily approached by undead on both sides, Sarah drew out her gun and kept her head on a swivel. Near the fish tank that was still leaking and covering the floor with water, Thomas was struggling to pull his sister up the stairs with Sierra as she kicked and screamed, unable to comprehend the fact that a couple of roaming flesh-eaters that had entered the building from the back were tearing apart her mother's fresh corpse. Sarah didn't know where that woman's gun had gone, but a cynical side of her had hoped she would have been given the chance to start shooting at the things eating her mother. Maybe she could have taken a few of them out to give Sarah the chance to escape. All except one of them were focused on her, however. And the odds weren't looking too great.

Turning to the ones approaching from the front door first, Sarah aimed her glock and planted a few bullets in the torso of a man wearing a doctor's jacket. This did nothing but stagger him briefly as he continued his slow approach. At least, until Sarah took a deep breath and aimed her gun at his forehead, pulling the trigger and watching as his head burst open like a pinata full of brain matter and skull fragments. But that still left several of them from that side alone. As they closed in on her, she retreated towards the center of the ground floor and tried not to slip on the wet floor as she walked backwards, inching closer towards the stairs at the side of the tank. At that point, the two groups of undead merged into one large group, reaching out for her like fans at a rock concert. It didn't take an expert to know she wasn't going to put down all of them before they reached the stairs. But it was at that point that an idea came to mind.

Hopping up onto the first step on the stairs, the young woman aimed the gun towards the weakened fish tank and fired. The first shot collided with the glass with a deafening crack, sending fissures to meet with the bullet holes that had been fired into the glass prior. The second shot, however, was proverbial last straw on the camel's back. It shattered the tank completely, sending a wave of water, glass, and fish crashing into the group of undead and sweeping them away against the far wall as they stumbled in a heap of arms and legs. Sarah took that chance to leap off the stairs and run for the back exit-- failing to take notice of ZZ Top, who had hid in one of the aisles as he clutched his bitten shoulder.

The man ran right after her only seconds behind, only bothering to look over his shoulder once as they left the now soaked undead behind. The one that had been too busy engorging itself on old woman to join the party stood up, turning to the escapees and pursuing. An intestine hung out of its mouth, half-clogged in its throat, as it growled and moaned after them. ZZ Top was closer to it than Sarah was, so it lusted after his flesh first rather than hers.

Meanwhile, Sarah burst out of the back exit and immediately searched for Alex as her eyes adjusted to the dim sunlight outside once more. It didn't take long to find her struggling with one of the undead against the wall, but it was quickly dispatched when Sarah ran up to it and kissed the tip of her glock against the side of its forehead. As it turned to regard the newcomer with snapping teeth, she fired and watched as its body hit the ground. It still felt incredibly odd to her, shooting at actual people... or at least, what was once people. But deep down she knew she had no other choice. It was do or die... right, dad? She shuddered and took a deep breath, turning to Alex and regarding the gun she held in her hand. "Don't take that out unless you intend to use it... okay?"

Just as she caught the approaching figure out of the periphery of her vision, however, Sarah was tackled down to the ground by a bloodied ZZ top beard. She fell hard on her bag of ammo, attempting to kick him off desperately as he wrestled for her gun. "M-MY FRIENDS. THEY'RE DEAD... AND THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU?" He roared, clearly confused and in a serious amount of pain and shock.

Ignoring the man's crazed ramblings, Sarah kneed him in the groin before crawling backwards on her back and out from beneath him. "Go! GO! Start the car! I'll be right behind you!" She demanded, looking ahead of her as the undead one that had been eating the old woman was drawing closer. Without a hesitation, she aimed her glock and made it sing.


Interaction: BunnyQueen

 

[BunnyQueen]

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

When To Pick The Sword
The fear and humiliation of death started to weigh on Alex when suddenly a loud gunshot rang out from right next to her. A ringing noise now inhabited her ear that was closest to the gunshot, while the origin of the gunshot was not right next to her it was still close enough to cause the audible ringing. ​

"Don't take that out unless you intend to use it... okay?"​

Sarah's words of advice fell on death ears as Alex leaned forward catching her breath the ringing was starting to get quieter but was still ever present. The sound of Sarah being tackled by a man was what snapped Alex back to reality but before Alex could react Sarah kneed the man and started to crawl away from him.​

"Go! GO! Start the car! I'll be right behind you!"​

Alex ran over to the nearby quads putting her gun away she was intending to use them to make a speedy getaway so she swung her leg over the seat and turned the key the engine humming to life. Alex never really drove a car before let alone a quad so this was a new experience for her as the only time she ever actually drove something similar to a quad was when she rode on the back of her uncle's motorcycle. As Alex was sitting on the quad carefully trying to get over the anxiety of her first time driving something she felt Sarah jump on behind her and wrap her arms around Alex.​

"Drive! Drive!"​

Sarah's command towards Alex sent away all anxiety and doubt about the situation and Alex gripped the handlebars and brakes tightly driving off towards the main road. The force of them moving from 0 to fast pushed Alex backward she felt Sarah immediately behind her supporting Alex. Despite that the quad didn't move that fast and was screeching from Alex holding the brakes unintentionally to which she quickly corrected herself. Drawing closer to the main road a small group of infected looked like they were shambling into the store drawn in by the gunshots. Alex quickly drove the quad across the main parking lot, then across the street and into the forest area. It was only when they were in the forest that Alex's heart began to calm down the adrenaline no longer fueling her survival as they were safe for the moment Alex stopped the quad and turned off the engine they were still ways out from the truck but she needed a moment. Sitting on the quad for a moment of silence Alex looked back behind her slightly turning her torso to face Sarah.​

"Thank you...For saving me, Did you get what you needed? Are you okay?"​

Alex said in a grateful but worrying tone barely being able to see Sarah who was right behind her, Alex was just glad that Sarah had made it out of their truth be told. At the moment all she could think about was Sarah's arm injury though hoping that the wound wasn't reopened. Sarah would need it to get properly looked at by someone who knows a little bit about medicine at least.​

 

[BloodThunder27]

Shinoa Bradford
Age: 17
Location: Motel >>>> Streets (Driving) Towards The Suburbs
Interactions: Doctor Fisher The Mad Queen

Pregnancy Progression: 39 Weeks, 1 Day

Countdown to Childbirth

Silent DriveAlthough it wasn't the most comforting, Shinoa still appreciated the Doctor's honesty. Better that then to straight up lie to her or something. Even before the zombie outbreak, Shinoa still found the pregnancy to be unreasonably stressful, not only because of her young age, but the lack of support from her Mother. Now with her Grandmother having disappeared with the outbreak, who was going to be there for her? Her Dad was probably out in Seattle freaking out because she was in a quarantine zone with no way of getting out anytime soon. At most she hoped that it was not a nation-wide zombie outbreak...let alone a state-wide one. She hoped that it would be contained before it even gets that bad. She smiled a little as he did give some helpful advice. It did bring her some comfort, but not a lot. She just relaxed as the drive continued.

After a couple more minutes of driving, she saw the drive to her apartment complex coming up. "Oh, turn right over here. My Apartment will be closer towards the back. The buildings have letters, mine is Building Z. I live on the second floor. I'll...need help up the stairs if you don't mind." She said before giving him a pleading look. "And when we get there...we can rest for a little bit. I'll get sick if I sit in the car any longer." She frowned.

Agent Brian Rousseau
Age: 36
Location: ??????
Interactions: No one...

Night Is Coming With the second day of the outbreak coming to a close, CIA Agent Brian Rousseau was just...sitting on top of a hardware store closer towards the main street. The massacre at the school had disturbed him greatly. The willingness to shoot innocent people did not sit right with him. Not only that but Brian has also gone rogue, having turned on the hazmat soldiers and already taken down one entire squad. Without the ability to call for outside help, Brian was currently forced to fend for himself. No doubt some time soon, the US Government would send their own clean-up crew to cover up the outbreak. Brian wasn't about to let that happen. No, he was going to find a way to escape...and tell the American public what really happened. As he stood closer towards the edge, Brian folded his arms, and began contemplating his next move.

 

[Mackenzie wise]

Mackenzie is as silent as the grave the whole ride there. He has become quite fond of being quiet and letting others speak. Feeling out the new odd group for where his place is he’s playing it safe. Not to step on nobodies toes accidentally or instigate them. As Mackenzie looks out of the moving vehicle he enjoys all of the scenery that passes by him.

When the group get out of the vehicle The young pro fighter having been in the car tired so long stretches his limbs and torso to loosen up His muscles and joints. Mackenzie stayed in the back of the group, not wanting to be in any spotlight and draw any attention. Upon hearing a noise behind him and then loud breathing Mackenzie looks back to see a grounded Ivan breathing heavily in his hand. The fighter offers a hand to help him up. “Hey are you ok?!” The compassionate man asks the older soldier.

The man is overwhelmed by compassion and stays there awaiting a response from his comrad. He looks at the group going to Moes, but looks back not caring he’s falling behind. despite what Colt ordered to be fast so everyone would get out alive. Which was quite the riveting speech for Mackenzie, it was short, sweet and straight to the point.

 

[Soma Schicksal]

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Interacting: Maj King Vioogra Mackenzie wise Rumble Fish

Mentioned: The Mad Queen Liezarria

Located: Moe's Motel

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[div class="Line"] [div class="Icon"] Actions[/div] For most of the ride, Marcus just couldn't stop thinking, of course, he helped get the group out of that situation at the shop but to be fair he was the one who technically started it. If only he hadn't said anything about throwing another bottle...he was happy that everyone was safe though and that their mission so far was going well. They had a bunch of supplies and even had another vehicle to bring back to I guess what you would call a base? Anyway, Marcus wasn't sure he had made the best decision of kissing Colt just to stop her from giving up but did it even work? There was no way someone after a day would have feelings for someone they had just recently met, that just goes to show how unhelpful Marcus really is if he had to rely on a kiss because his choice of words wasn't the best to help someone get out of a traumatic experience. Now he got the feeling he basically pushed her away, this whole trip her and that redhead Owen was getting closer...and in a good way...Owen didn't need to kiss her to fix her mindset, Owen knew all the right things to say...he already seemed to make a great leader, he's strong, he cares about everyone and not just himself, there are so many things he is that Marcus just isn't so it only made sense.

Thinking on this made Marcus incredibly tired, he thought about it most of the trip to the motel but not so much when being attacked by a few zombies on the road from moving abandoned vehicles on the streets and such. The rest of the ride he took time to let his mind take a break from thinking too much. Then Marcus's slumber was interrupted by the voice of Colt and Owen. He sighed but a thump and groan cut off his train of thought for a moment as he noticed Ivan ok the floor of the truck breathing heavily and gritting his teeth in pain, the boxer already went over to help him so he didn't feel the need to help but something told him he should at least check on him before moving on to investigate this place. He took a look out the truck window to notice the curtains of one of the rooms move quickly closed. "Ivan...you alright?..." He started before noticing his leg not looking as normal as usual... "Just rest here alright?" He said before squinting his eyes at the to he previously checked out. "Hey, Colt...Owen...Ivans' leg looks weird and I think I saw someone close the curtains in that room over there..." He finished with pointing to the room. "Did you guys want me to check it out or stay with Ivan and Mack?" He asked awaiting an order from the group leader.

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[The Mad Queen]

Jenna: Moe's Motel
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Fearing the worst, Jenna kept low and quiet as she moved towards the door. With the bloodied cane in hand, she stood up and waited to the side of it. If these Fascists were going to kill her, robbing her of her future then she was at least going to take one, or maybe even two of them with her.
She glanced over at the others in the room. The unnamed German Shepard, Rogue, Milly and Luka.

No way out.
"Bathroom." She whispered "Hide in the bathroom. They might not be able to find you. Lock the door, keep low and keep quiet."
She took a few deep yet quiet breaths as listened for movement outside.

@AgWordSmith Liezarria Rumble Fish
In the area: King Vioogra Soma Schicksal Mackenzie wise Maj

Doctor Ralph Fisher: The Suburbs​

Ralph pulled up and peered around before shutting off the engine and stepping out. If there were any Hazmat troopers still in this area, they would have reacted by now. The hosts were another problem though, but so long as he kept an eye out they wouldn't get jumped by them. He shut the door, took one final look through the scope of his assault rifle and walked over to Shinoa's side, offering her a hand down.
"Don't worry about it." He smiled "I'll need to search the apartment first though."
BloodThunder27

 

[Liezarria]

Rouge: Muscle fatigue
The Mad Queen Rumble Fish


Rouge had given a groan of confirmation to Jenna once the sewing was done. Though her emotions seemed to have come back her body was exhausted and still numbish so this time, though it still hurt like hell, she wasn't overwhelmed b the pain of having a needle insert along with the thread running through her flesh.

She made no attempt at moving when she heard a engine rumble up to the parking lot. She merely gave a quiet groan and stayed faced down on the bed. Hopefully, if they get a peek in they’ll just assume that she was long dead past reanimation. After all, she never did wash off any blood she had on. It's a miracle she hasn't gotten an infection…...at least she thinks she doesn't have one…… She knew the importance of staying hidden but when she actually made a move to get up her arms gave out.

“......” she tried again and this time she managed to hold herself up for a few seconds before her arms wobbled and gave out again.

‘.....’

Rouge gave out a quiet moan of misery as pain flared up her arms and legs.

Shit. she went past her limit. Maybe if a zombie stumbled in she would be able to move about with another dose of adrenaline but she's already been running on that ever since the park. During any breaks rouge had kept herself busy as well…..

Rouge turned her head to eye Jenna as she motioned them to hide in the bathroom. She looked like she was going to distract them.

“Jenna, just hide with us….we...we can-’” Rouge groaned as she tried once again to push herself up but gave up and just settled on sliding off the edge of the bed into a sitting position on the floor.

“We can just barricade the door with the bed. They’ll probably search all unlocked rooms first before trying locked ones. And hopefully, the zombies in hallway C will chase them out.”

 

[Rumble Fish]

Milly could not contain her fear as she stimmed anxiously. What would these people want? The scary men in the yellow suits tried to hurt them before, were they the same? Everything was so normal yesterday! Why can’t the time go back to then? As she was in her thoughts, she heard Jenna say something that caused her to freeze. She wanted them to hide in the bathroom?! The bathroom she had just escaped from, where she almost got eaten by that monster!? With a quiet grunt, Milly started to shake her head, unable to control it.

“No. ” she said, still shaking her head vigorously and covering her ears, “No! No! No!” she could only continue this stress-induced mantra, unable to react in any other way. Everything felt as though it was beginning to shut down. Everything that had the potential to comfort her was back home, even the bear did not help. The thought of being trapped in this small room where they could either be attacked by these newcomers, the scary yellow men or monsters was too much for the youngster to cope with. And Rogue’s mention of monsters roaming one of the halls was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“No- No, I can’t!” she suddenly jumped up, throwing her rucksack onto her back, “I need to-!” And before she even knew what she was doing, she had pushed past Rogue and was out the door, running down the hallways in a blind panic, despite her weakened state and her muscles hurting after only a few moments. She had to find her mother! She had to be here somewhere, she would not have just left her there alone, right!?
The Mad Queen Liezarria ​

 

[Brax]

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Luca looked up and immediately noticed that Ray had been running. The old gent darted right up the steps of the front door and ran into the house with speed equivocal to that of his own! It was impressive to see elderly folk move in such a nimble manner, but Luca also was well-aware of the wonders that adrenaline provided to the human body as well as psyche. With a small grunt the former capo pushed himself up off of the floor. He took a moment to look out in the distance in attempts to survey the source of the old man’s qualms, though he hadn’t seen anything from where he had been standing.

Feet shifted slightly as Luca turned to the door and pushed it ajar with an arm. He peeked his head in, noticing Andy and Leliana had been in the living room. Well, it seemed that Andy had bit off more than she can chew just simply shooting arrows at some targets. While it was a hilarious sight to see she had hurt herself doing the most mundane of tasks, there was more pressing matters to tend to. Ray had mentioned that there had been some sort of possible threat. This was not enough information for Luca, who made his dissatisfaction with the reporting known.

“Seven of ‘them’? Who is ‘them’? Those guys in the hazmat suits? More of the reanimated? What did you see, old man?”

It was important to know what it was that Luca had to face against. As it seemed now, there were only four of them around. Leliana, as far as Luca could tell, didn’t exactly have knowledge regarding how to defend herself. Andy definitely did, but it was apparent that she wasn’t exactly mobile. Luca had seen her minutes prior limping her way up into the lodge like a proper gimp - though, Colt was missing a leg and her gait wasn’t quite as bad. Really, this was more of a testament to Colt than anything else.

Luca spun his rifle to the side. It was loaded and the safety was off, like usual. He grabbed the hammer and pulled it back, cocking the weapon in the process. A spare shell shot out of a metal compartment near the barrel, flipping over Luca’s shoulder and dropping to the ground. As the metal collided with the tile floor, it made a small sound. It rolled momentarily before hitting the frame of the wall next to the door before stopping.

If it was men in hazmat suits, then Luca would have no choice than to fight back with the use of his rifle. While he was severely outnumbered and likely to be killed, dying without fighting back was not an option that Luca was familiar with. If it were only seven zombies, then the four were much more likely to survive. It seemed as though the reanimated people did not move very fast, nor did they use ranged weaponry. This was to Luca’s advantage, mostly because using his rifle would provide sound far too loud to not alert others - or other reanimated people, for that matter.

The man had done enough waiting. He had given the geezer enough time to provide a proper response. His eyes darted to Ray, studying his facial expressions long enough to bark out his order before turning his attention to both Leliana and Andy.

“Grab something you can swing, Charlie Chaplin. Then meet me out front. Leliana, just hold put with this little monster. She might be a good shot with a bow, but it’s very obvious that she can’t use it unless she’s sitting down.”

Luca shrugged, the corners of his lips turned upright momentarily as his eyes remained fixated on Leliana’s form.

“I guess it’s hard to hit an immobile target while standing.”

Then the former gangster slammed the door shut before walking down the steps of the porch.

Maj FireMaiden TheTreForce

 

[Maj]

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“It’s ultimately up to you.” Owen’s temper was growing short with their rag tag team. A day of lack of rest, food, and people with functioning mental faculties was enough to drive him up the wall. Everyone wanted to stay in the car? That was fine by Owen. He felt way more at ease running in, getting what he needed, and getting out. When Ivan went down the male pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled loudly.

It was true that he looked a lot more in pain than Owen did, but it’s not like his knee felt like hugs and kisses. He could feel the swelling under his jeans, causing the fabric to feel tight and restrictive. Between Ivan’s knee, Marcus moping, Colt’s panic, and the newcomer he knew nothing about Owen was losing his patience.

“I’m heading in, you guys do whatever you want. Just do it quietly.” He didn’t wait for Colt this time, figuring if she felt the need to come with him that she would follow suit. Marcus’ comment about the blinds hadn’t gone unnoticed, alive or dead there was absolutely someone inside Moe’s. The cold metal of his bat in his hands, he kept low to the ground as he made his way into the motel. His fingers flexed around the rubber wrapped handle, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

As the door swung open, Owen could already hear voices in the distance. Voices meant they weren’t corpses, but it was yet to be seen if they were friend or foe. The lobby was as deserted as it always was. No one really stayed at Moe’s, mostly just druggies looking for a quiet place to lay their bugged out heads, or a girl looking to make a quick buck by putting her back to a mattress. Moe’s never had problem keeping business, just attracting new customers.

He stepped lightly, his breath low and focused as he crept through the lobby and into the hallway. Owen’s ears searched for any signal, another voice, another creak of the old floors. Walking into a place blind could be the difference between getting the drop on someone, and being dropped on. Someone was coming around the corner of the hallway, and in a hurry. His bat at the ready, he waited for the person to round.

A young girl with a backpack bounded down the hall.

Owen stopped himself from swinging in the nick of time, lowering his bat at the frightened look on the girls face. He slowly put up his hands to try to signal that he meant her no harm. It wasn’t clear to him how young the girl was, but he knew what fear looked like.

“Hey… It’s alright.” Owen let a small smile curve his lips as he spoke low and softly. “Are you alright? Do you need help?” It was such a strange place to see a child, and honestly as his gaze took in the slender dark haired girl he questioned how she had survived this long to begin with. Was she alone?

“I’m not going to hurt you,” The red head told her honestly. “My name is Owen.”

Interactions: Rumble Fish (Milly)
Mentions: Rumble Fish (Colt) Soma Schicksal (Marcus) King Vioogra (Ivan) Mackenzie wise (Mackenzie)
In the area: The Mad Queen (Rogue) Liezarria (Rogue)

 

[Maj]

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ndy did as was asked of her, sitting down in front of the blonde and taking off her shoe. Even at the act of just unlacing them, she felt the blood rush to the skin and throb painfully. The girl winced as she slid it off, it looked to her like the ankle was already swelling. Stupid fucking arrow. As the girl introduced herself Andy gave a polite half smile.

“I’m Andy,” the girl returned the favor. “Thanks for the assist. My dumb ass fell backwards trying to pull an arrow from the targets out back.” Her hands went up as if to say ‘what can you do?’

“I don’t know about ice packs, but there is a ton of ice in the stand alone,” Andy offered. “So do you know Owen? I noticed you guys…” but she was cut off from her small talk as the older man who had come to their rescue yesterday came running into the cabin. He was breathing heavily, something had obviously spooked him. His warning hung heavy in the air.

Seven? If that was the dead things, that might not be so bad. They seemed to be pretty dumb and were just as likely to walk right past the house as they were to come up to the front door. But if it were seven of those hazmat soldiers….

She shuddered at the thought. The few they had fought at the school had been enough for a lifetime. Luca’s words mirrored her thoughts, as he interrogated the man for further information. Andy waited for Ray to respond and drank in his words.

Did Luca just call her a ‘little monster?’ The girl rolled her eyes and stood out of spite. He was right, she wasn’t just a ‘good shot with a bow’, Andrea Jordan was a near perfect shot. Pain in her ankle or no, she would be damned if she sat inside and let Luca and Ray protect her home.

“It’s sprained, not broken.” Andy retorted. She was sure that Leliana would protest, but it wouldn't’ stop her. And what nonsense did he even mean about hitting an immobile target while standing? She could hit anything, standing, sitting or even on horseback. Fuck Luca and his holier than thou attitude.

Andy reached down into her bag and grabbed her hip quiver and compound bow. Luca was likely not to take kindly to being totally ignored but that was no skin off Andy’s back. Three vs Seven was a far better scenario than two vs seven. If she managed to shoot one from the porch that was one less that they had to worry about.

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

 

[FireMaiden]

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Location: The Jordan Lodge
Interaction: Maj (Andy) Brax (Luca) TheTreForce (The Bakeman)
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"Oh, well I can make do with stand alone ice, that's fine," Leliana said as she began to wrap Andy's ankle. "You guys really need to be more careful, day two and I've had to patch two of you up already, what next, a broken bone?" That little comment was more to herself, under her breath, and defeinatly not what She wanted to happen but Leliana obviously couldn't control the fates. Nasty little ladies they were. Anyway, she made sure the ace bandage wasn't to tight, and was about the get up to go get some ice, when Ray came running in the front door.

She hadn't even noticed that Ray had gotten up and left the house, so imagine her surprise when he came running through the front door! He was out of breath, and looked panicked, then started spouting off something about seven someone's near the lodge. Leliana remained seated for a moment, a queasy swirl forming in the pit of her stomach as she thought back to yesterday. Whenever she did, Leliana could feel that goddamned Hazmat's arm around her throat, it made her choke up, like she couldn't breathe. Luca's voice managed to pull her out of...well, whatever that was.

She stood, turning to look at him, her hands lightly gripping at her shirt infront of her stomach. He seemed to be working on some pet of plan, and almost before she knew it, had turned and made it to the door. Of course, not after picking on Andy, and telling Ray to grab something for a weapon. "Be careful Luca! You could reopen your sti-Andy! Sit down, you make it worse!" Leliana said, her voice switching from concerned but hopeful almost? To worried and almost firm. "You'll damage the muscle, and need even more bed rest, let them handle this." Leliana pleaded. Though it obvious Andy wasn't going to listen to her.

Leliana gave up.

However, it gave her an excuse to go out on the porch as well, and that was to help Andy back inside of needed. Leliana just sighed softly, and turned towards the stairs, quickly climbing them. She was headed for her bedroom, and in turn, her bat and pistol. The bat of course, if needed would be her main weapon, and her pistol would be if absolutely nessecary, last resort because guns were loud, and this place didn't need any unwanted attention drawn to it. After getting set up, she headed down stairs and joined Andy, wherever the red head may be.

 

[The Mad Queen]

Jenna: Moe's Motel
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Jenna nodded at Rogue "Okay. Luka, Rogue. Help me grab the bed. We'll..."
Before she could continue, Milly started to scream. Jenna's eyes widened and she tried (in vain) to keep the girl calm, or quiet at the very least.
"Shh!" She snapped, still whispering "Keep it down! We'll protect you, but you need to keep quiet or you're going to get us killed!"

That probably didn't help much either as before Jenna could grab the girl, Milly was already charging out the door. Part of Jenna wanted to run after her, but it would be suicide given who was waiting outside. She made a split-second decision.
The moment Milly charged out, Jenna got up and gently closed the door. She tried to make it look as natural as possible, as if the door had swung shut. She then locked it, taking her original stance next to it with the cane in her hands.

It took a moment for it to hit Jenna. She'd sent a child, a lamb out to the wolves to be slaughtered. She'd have to live with it for the rest of her life, no doubt but she'd rather deal with the guilt than be killed, especially before her time.
There were still two people and a dog within the room with her. If she could keep all of them alive, then her move wouldn't be for nothing. All they had to do was stay down and keep quiet. The hazmat troopers would execute the kill and move on. That was, so long as Milly didn't give them away.
She'd charged out of the room. Perhaps the troppers would mistake her for one of the infected and shoot her on the spot?

They needed to keep them from getting in, just in case. A few seconds had passed and Jenna hadn't heard any gunshots.

"Rogue. Luka. Bed." She said whispered through gritted teeth "Now."

@AgWordSmith Liezarria Rumble Fish
In the area: King Vioogra Soma Schicksal Mackenzie wise Maj

 

[Oslonaut]

S A R A H​

The Great Escape

Wednesday, October 17th, 2018

It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog. Mark Twain

Through sheer instinct and willpower, Sarah scrambled back up onto two feet after putting a few holes in the forehead of the undead man approaching her. The corpse fell upon the same man who had attempted to kill her, still recovering from his aching groin as it kept him pinned beneath. Even if he managed to somehow squirm out soon, that bite on his shoulder looked pretty nasty. And the shadowy silhouettes rising from inside the Great Escape would soon be headed this way as well. Sarah had no time to stay behind and made sure he stayed down. As such, when she heard the tell-tale revving of an engine right behind her, she swiftly spun around and set eyes upon Alex.

Sarah had been so preoccupied with the infiltration that she hadn't thought to hijack one of the quads the hillbillies had rode in on. She hoisted the straps of her backpack up more securely on her shoulders before moving her way towards her companion. Sliding onto the backseat as smoothly as a girl who had grown up riding a quad with her dad, she placed a single hand firmly on Alex's shoulder while continuing to hold her gun with the other. "Hope you know how to drive this thi-- oof!" She muttered beneath her breath, her grip tightening on Alex's shoulder when the quad lurched forward and began to pull out of the back-lot. Spotting more of the undead approaching from the direction of the neighborhood and the sides of the forest, Sarah aimed her gun at one that was attempting to get in their way.

"Drive! Drive!" She exclaimed over the roar of the engine and the gunshot she let fly. With the quad going as slow (but steady) as it was and the pavement they drove on, the young woman managed to successfully put the creeper down. Had Sarah waited a moment longer to shoot, however, the sound of the screeching brakes and Alex's misuse of the pedals might have forced her to miss her shot. She didn't need to jump in and tell her what she was doing wrong before Alex figured it out, though. And, before long, the Great Escape and the small group of undead laying siege to it were becoming a memory in the side mirror. A few of them had turned their sights to the girls as they drove the quad across the street and back into the forest. But Sarah was confident they wouldn't be able to catch up before they reached the truck. And by then they'd be gone.

When Alex briefly parked the quad and turned back to regard her, Sarah took that moment to holster her gun and nod. "Yeah, I'm fine. And I got plenty of ammo. Some boxes for you, even." She assured her, uncertain whether Alex even cared to continue using her own gun or not. Regardless, she patted Alex's shoulder. "Sorry if I was holding too tight onto your shoulder, by the way. I needed a firm grip... c'mon. Let's go." She continued, bidding her to continue driving until they reached the truck they had parked behind the bushes nearby.

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Upon reaching the truck, Sarah hopped off and checked her injured arm. The stitches were still holding. That was good. But the recent burst of activity had irritated the injury to the point where she was seething with pain almost constantly. The adrenaline that had been running in her veins earlier had helped in ignoring the stinging sensation. But it was fading away now. Which, in turn, cleared her mind enough to address a few things that had been placed on the mental back-burner until now. With her back turned to Alex as she dropped to a crouch and took off her backpack, unzipping it swiftly afterwards, she spoke. "So... you wanna take the quad or the truck? I'm fine with either." She rummaged through the bag and removed the few boxes of ammo with the caliber required for Alex's pistol, stacking them like a small pyramid on the grass.

Before Alex could answer her question, she paused her rummaging and continued, her face still turned away from the teenager. "Look, I know you think sticking with me is your best course of action, but... I'm fucked up. And it's getting worse..." She remembered the... thing, she saw hovering over the trees earlier. The very thought of it sent a chill down her spine. It brought with it quick flashes of the things she'd killed today... if they were even alive to begin with. She hoped the people left in the Great Escape were going to be okay, but at the same time she knew she didn't care enough to go back and make sure of it. And that didn't make her feel terrible. Which she recognized was a problem. Any decent and normal human being would care.

But... if Alex hadn't conveniently been so close, struggling with one of those things... would Sarah still have interjected and saved her? This was the core of what worried her. She didn't want anyone depending on her to make morally right decisions; to put their faith in her being a decent human being. Because, quite frankly... she hardly felt human at all. She hardly felt anything, especially now. "'I'm walking into the valley of death,'" She quoted, speaking a little quieter than before as the birds chirped around them. "'And it's besieged by the branches of dark trees; fingers of twine that cut, snag, and tear. Vying for everything you hold dear. That's the price of passage.'" Looking over her shoulder at the girl, her expression nonchalant despite the specks of blood on her face, she continued. "Point is: I'm better off alone. The price to pay is a lot cheaper that way."

At least... she thought so. But something was nagging at her mind. A memory. What she had quoted had come from a book that dad used to read to her as a little girl around the campfire. She remembered the quote because he had always read it with great presentation and, at first, it used to scare her terribly. It seemed to have the ability to transform the wilderness around them into a living, breathing entity. But dad had always followed it with a quote of his own. The only thing she remembered, however-- and faintly, at that-- was the way it made her feel.


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[Rumble Fish]

Colt listened to everyone speak, and frankly she was holding back her frustration by a thread. They had a job to do, two of them wanted to stay put in the truck?! Ivan had fucked up his knee, and the other two almost seemed angry with her for wanting to act quickly on this. Colt growled lowly as she tried to keep herself from exploding. She wanted to scream, scream at them that they had given her nothing but grief since they left the lodge! Well, not so much for Marcus, he had at least been co-operative and she did understand his concern. Mack, on the other hand, seemed to totally ignore every order she gave. She then heard Owen speak up, telling them to stay in the truck if they wanted to before heading off.

“Owen-!” she tried to call the man back but he was already on the move. Desperate to contain herself, Colt growled and grabbed her head in a display of frustration, “What the-Fuck-Gah!” she huffed and shook her head, “Don’t be idiots, only shoot if you have to. Whoever can, come.” She pointed an angry finger at the trio before following Owen inside. If they were going to make sure Ivan’s knee was fine, she had to watch Owen. His knee was wrecked, and frankly, she owed him for what he did for her. Marines don’t let other Marines go alone.

The halls were silent aside from the quiet footsteps as the pair moved swiftly through and the quiet clacking of Colt’s M16 as it shook around her neck. She froze alongside Owen as the sound of running feet soon filled the hall. Cursing under her breath, she took a couple of steps back, raising the gun and looking down the sight. Owen could probably manage but she had to back him up, especially since he was hurt.

But just as he went to swing, there was a squeal as a small girl seemed to fall over in fear at the sight of both him with the bat and Colt herself with the gun. Seeing her age, Colt lowered the gun, switching it to safety. Owen’s demeanour changed as he began speaking softly to the younger girl. Colt gulped a little and stayed quiet. She had no experience with kids. Whatsoever. Honestly, kids scared her. She opted to remain silent, allowing Owen to continue talking to the girl.

Colt reached into her pocket, took out her flask and unscrewed it. But before she could take a sip, there was a bang upstairs. Colt froze mid-tilt, her bloodshot and red eyes glancing down the hall. It was a door. Putting the flask away without drinking from it, she looked to Owen, digging into her bag for a bottle of water. Handing it to the younger girl, she turned to Owen once again. Pointing at herself, and then down the hall she made it clear what she was going to do. Screwing the silencer onto the M16, she began making her way down the hall slowly, gun raised, flashlight on.

She slowly walked through the hall, eyes narrowed. Everything was blurry, and her hands swayed as she held onto the gun. “We mean no harm.” She said in a low voice. However, given the silence of the building, it could probably be heard within these rooms, “Come out.” She knew this was not probably going to work, she knew those damn Hazmats would have tried the same tactic. From within a room, she heard a very quiet whisper. She turned to the door. Taking out her Glock, she reached for the handle and turned it...
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Milly fell onto the ground from the fright she had gotten rounding the corner and facing two people and one with a gun! The youngster whimpered and backed away into a wall, pulling her blue hood over her head, all she could do was hope and pray these people were not going to hurt her. The scarred woman was holding a frightening looking gun, which only made her cry more. The lady seemed to get it as she turned away. The red-haired man knelt down to her level, asking her if she was okay and needed help. The thirteen-year-old whimpered and darted her eyes anxiously. Mum had told her not to speak to strangers! But, where was her mother?

“I-” she squeaked anxiously, what could she say? “Who are you?” she asked. She hid her face, only parting her fingers just enough so she could see out of her good eye. He introduced himself as Owen, with a kind smile. Biting her lip, she could not stop herself from shaking.

“I’m Milly,” she said quietly, she went to address the woman, but she had already left. She was heading right to their door! Was she going to kill them?! She had a huge gun, what else could she do? Guns were bad, very bad! Mum told her to be afraid of them, that people who used them were dangerous! She ignored the water the woman has given her and reached futilely towards the woman.

“D-Don’t hurt them!” she squeaked, before slapping her hands across her mouth at the realisation if what she had just said. Now she was definitely going to hurt them! Milly sobbed as she squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears as she started rocking back and forth. She could only wait for the gunshots, what could she do now?
Maj Soma Schicksal King Vioogra Mackenzie wise

The Mad Queen Liezarria

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[BunnyQueen]

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

One Day I Woke Up
After reaching the truck Sarah hopped off of the quad leaving Alex on it by herself. Alex turned it off and grabbed the key holding it in her hand staring at it. It was because of Alex that those men died, at least that's what she thought in her mind she was the reason the men died because she stole one of their quads and sabotaged the others. Maybe things could have turned out differently if Alex didn't hide from the men before she could finish the thought Sarah's soft voice snapped her back to reality.​

"So... you wanna take the quad or the truck? I'm fine with either."​

Alex looked down at Sarah who was now on the ground rummaging through her backpack all Alex could see was Sarahs back as she was probably more focused on checking what all she got. Alex pulled one of her legs over the quad and adjusted her seating position to get more comfortable, she was almost just sitting on the quad like a normal chair and before she could answer Sarah spoke up again still not looking at Alex.​

"Look, I know you think sticking with me is your best course of action, but... I'm fucked up. And it's getting worse..."​

Alex didn't know what she meant by saying that she is 'fucked up' then Alex remembered when they first got to the great escape Sarah froze looking upward into the sky maybe it had something to do with that?​

"'I'm walking into the valley of death, and it's besieged by the branches of dark trees; fingers of twine that cut, snag, and tear. Vying for everything you hold dear. That's the price of passage.'"​

Sarah said in a quiet tone, Alex's thoughts lingered on the words wondering what they meant when she saw Sarah turn her head around to look at Alex. The Crismon specks of blood on Sarah's face highlighted her blank expression as she turned back around to rummage through her ammo.​

"Point is: I'm better off alone. The price to pay is a lot cheaper that way."​

Darkness descended into Alex's stomach she felt as if someone stabbed her again and the memories of yesterday started killing her softly Alex quietly stepped off of the quad and sat down behind Sarah back to back. Alex leaned up against Sarahs back lightly, feeling the body heat from Sarah, Alex then looked into the sky resting her head against the back of Sarahs not knowing how to convey the words that she was thinking. ​

"You know the feeling that you get right as something happens? You're stomach drops as if trying to hide under the bed during a stormy night, you're eyes widen in shock trying to observe every little detail. Then you start to get short of breath, your breathing gets more...frequent?"​

Alex said lifting her head up no longer leaning it on the back of Sarahs, Alex's breathing started to get more erratic Sarah could probably feel it as they were still back to back. Alex pulled one knee up to her torso holding it close as her voice started shaking a little bit with fear creeping ever closer to her.​

"With what's happening, A-All I feel now is fear...Except for when I'm with you, then the fear changes, I'm no longer scared of death. Instead, I find myself worrying about you. 'Will her arm be okay?' 'What if she leaves me again' 'if...if only I could not be such a coward maybe I could help her more.'...Point is: You may be better off alone...That doesn't mean I'm going to let you be alone though...You need someone that can pull you back, in case it happens again."​

Alex said feeling the pit in her stomach slowly vanish as she began to focus instead on the warmth of Sarah's back despite her shaky voice when Alex made her speech she was barely holding it together a tear ran down her face as she closed her eyes taking a deep breath in attempting to calm her own breathing while waiting for Sarah's response.
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[The Mad Queen]

Jenna: Moe's Motel
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Jenna kept quiet, listening for any kind of noise on the outside. She held her breath, able to listen to her own beating heart.
Was this it? Was this how she was going to die? She clenched her fists, tightening her grip on the cane. No. Somehow, she'd get out of this. Luke, Rogue and the dog. They'd make it, somehow.
Maybe the hazmat soldiers would leave the room alone, or maybe she'd be able to take one of them down, just one and pick up their gun. She'd been to airsoft once or twice and even went paint balling on an ill-advised stag do but a real gun was very much different. Not only would it be heavier, but the blowback would be stronger.

If she could pretend to use it, fire off a few warning shots it might be enough to buy them time.
That was it. She'd take a hostage, one of the soldiers and use him to get out. Put on a show, get to the car and drive out. She'd dump the soldier out down the road and try to lay low. The car would have to be abandoned of course, but one thing at a time.

Taking a deep breath, she listened out again. Milly had given them away. Just as Jenna feared, they'd talked to the girl. She then heard a voice, somebody calling out to the room before trying the handle.
Her eyes widened as Jenna realised, to her horror that she hadn't locked the door. Milly had bolted so quickly and she'd panicked, not having enough time.

However, Jenna recognised the voice from somewhere. It took her a few seconds to place it, but it was the voice of another survivor. The woman with a limp she'd met on the road.
"Don't fuck up." She muttered to herself
"Hey!" She called out "Don't shoot, I'm coming out!"

She glanced back at Luka and Rogue, winking at them. If things went south, the two of them and the dog would be safe at the very least.
"It's not the first time I've come out." Jenna chuckled "That's a little...Terrible joke. You can take it or leave it. Just don't shoot as I sure as shit don't want those to be my last words."

@AgWordSmith Liezarria Rumble Fish
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[Soma Schicksal]

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[div class="Line"] [div class="Icon"] Actions[/div] Marcus could tell that Owen and Colt were both irritated, he didn’t mean to get them so upset but he had the feeling all of those words mostly directed to the boxer and military man with the messed up knee. To be honest the last thing Marcus wanted to do was stay with Ivan and the boxer, he still wanted some alone time but he knew he wouldn’t get that so his best bet was to keep an eye on Colt and Owen to make sure they didn’t do any funny business if they were alone, he couldn’t take that chance…he didn’t want Owen to be the one that took her, fuck that guy!

The silver-haired male made his way over behind Colt after she gave the thankful order of coming if they were able to move, Marcus could only hope that Mack would stay with Ivan and that actually seemed pretty likely. As he followed the two thoughts just kept roaming his mind about them but he shook his head in an attempt to get the thoughts out. Marcus heard a squeal that seemed to come from…wait a small girl? What was a small girl doing at a place like this? He rushed over to see what had happened and the freeze frame of Owen almost batting her came into view but his expression changes almost instantly as he realized it was a girl. Owen comforted her as the little girl provided answers, Marcus could see on Colt’s face she was in shock and was uncomfortable with little girls? Or children? Maybe something she remembered, he wasn’t too sure.

Marcus didn’t say a word to the girl since she seemed scared at the moment if he couldn’t help Colt feel better what use would he be with a little girl who’s name he caught as being Milly. Marcus followed behind Colt backing her up when she entered the room of whispered voices, he steadied a pistol he grabbed back at the gun-shop…It was a pistol Colt’s father promised to give him when they came back from their trip but who knew if they would be back, who knew if they even survived and made it out on their flight in time. He sighed then entered the room with Colt pointing the weapon. Wait…was that the group he seen in the car before entering the Middle school? It was! “Wait Colt…we know them, didn’t you give her a pistol yesterday before going to the school?” Marcus reminded her.

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