Realistic or Modern Remnants of Man [Zombie Apocalypse Rp]

[OhFallenMars]

Melanie-Rose Wilson


Melanie, at this point, had already decided she liked Archie. He seemed very kind-hearted, and he still had a sense of humor even with hundreds of scary, gross things coming after them. She liked that. If he would have her, she would probably stick around with him for a while. But, she figured that they could discuss the long-term things later. She didn't know if he was just allowing her in for a short ride out of the bad parts, or if he had intended to adopt her indefinitely. Either way, she was going to respect his wishes. He was a good man, and she didn't want to give him any more trouble than he already had with everything going on. She just didn't know how things were supposed to go. There weren't really rules, now that the dead had literally risen.


"Over-protective big brother, huh? I bet it did get you into trouble a lot. Lord knows that my brothers had gotten into more than enough trouble for the rest of us." Melanie chuckled, shaking her head slightly. She turned to look back out the window once more. If she looked past the smeared blood on the window, and out towards the horizon, the sky was still very pretty, and blue. It was strange to her that she could still consider the sky to be pretty. "Enjoy the little things, at this point." Slipped from her lips before she knew it. "Sorry, I kind of mumble to myself sometimes. Just ignore it." She rubbed her forehead in slight embarrassment. It wasn't a huge deal. Just because the apocalypse was here, didn't mean that her quirks had to be stopped. But still...


She was about to begin speaking again, when a different movement caught her eye. "Hey! Hey, Arch, there's a kid out there. He's..." She stopped, trying to see through the smears on the window. "He's smashing one of the dead's head in." She felt a little green at the thought, and looked away. "He seems close enough to hop in if we get his attention." She said.


@HumansArentReal @FairlyLocal

 

[Liquid Stars]

Kavontee Rae Alcaster
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Kavontee walked through the streets, the zombies somehow much less frequent. She'd only seen a few, and after sticking a jagged piece of glass into their wind-pipes, they were good as gone. She was still terrified, but she was getting a fair idea on how to deal with them. Kavontee figured she would need shelter, but the corner store she used to frown at, was now invested with flesh-eating monsters. She wouldn't be able to go back there. They could go through windows, climb and walk, she gathered. A car could be good shelter, though the windows may be an issue. A car could drive, however, and she could maybe get to a place where there were little to no zombies, and find survivors, none of which she'd seen so far. 


With her bottle in one hand, her duffel bag over her shoulder and the emergency gun in her front jean pocket, Kavontee examined the city she admired so much, but hated all at the same time. She was walking towards the local Redi Care, to find some more medications if she needed them. At this point, finding other survivors was low on her To-Do list, while scavenging for herself was high. 


Walking into the mediocre doctor's office, Kavontee immediately spotted a group of zombies crowded around one dead human, one person who would eventually become one of the undead. In an anxious panic, Kavontee pulled her gun out of her pocket and quickly shot all the zombies standing. The dead human, a man in his early fifties, had supplies on him. Greedily, Kavontee stole his gun, the box of ammo in his pocket, the knife from his boots, and his boots. Now, she was more prepared. Finally, she stabbed his skull with the man's own knife, and exited the building. 

 

[CkSmalling]

He held his gaze at Kypher 'what is his end game' he wondered to have a himself. 


"Well then since you asked so generously, i will answer your question. And the answer is no. I have no skills that will help me in this sudden onset of carnage. I am sorry, not everyone is blessed with karate skills or went to the army or have some hidden psychopathic gene in them. I am as plain as they can be. I used to be a bartender back home so the only skills that i have are mixing drinks. Thats it. If that does not work for you, i can just walk away, guilt free and leave you. I will find a place. It may take days or weeks but i will find a place on my own."


With those words, he placed his bagpack on his thighs and waited for his response. Whatever happens happens but he is not planning to go on with people who saw him as a liability. 


@danaisnotreal  |  @Destructus Kloud

 

[Kloudy]

Kypher's shark tooth grin beamed at the man, "My my, do I sense a little passive aggressive-ism in you, JB? I was only joking!" He laughed aloud again as the wind whipped around his face, blowing his hair to one side. Kypher then yelled at Don, "Hear that, old man? We got a drink mixer! A drink mixer!" Rolling back onto the roof properly again so that he was lying flat on it he convulsed in a fit of giggling, to which the others could probably hear through the roof. Then his face appeared in front of Don's view as he peered at him through the windscreen with a sly look, "So where're we headed anyway, boss man? It looks like you're kinda driving aimlessly right now and I'm pretty sure we've passed that group of corpses twice already." Clearly giving no thought to his own safety, he then slid down onto the bonnet of the car, lying back on the large window and getting himself comfortable. Here was one person that definitely seemed to have a death wish amidst the apocalypse. 


@CkSmalling @danaisnotreal

 

[CkSmalling]

Bishop put his bag between his legs and rested his head on the seat. He slouched back and breathed a sigh if relief. 'At least thats over.' he managed to mumble to himself. He looked outside of the window and saw the chaos and death which surrounded him. The dead walking at a pace even a toddler would outrun them. The sounds of people screaming and running haphazard along the empty yet full streets. 


"We should try to escape the city." Bishop finally spoke, still looking outside. "Pretty sure the military has the area all surrouned by now but we have to look for a way outside. We should find a convenient store or a small supermarket and take a map of the area and some supplies  and try to find a way outside of the city. The sooner the better. The military may decide to act dumb if they don't control the city."


@danaisnotreal  | @Destructus Kloud

 

[idalie]

ARCHIE MURDOCH McKEEGAN
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He shrugged with a small smile, glancing over toward his counterpart. "Aye. Boys'll be boys I suppose. When I was little, I got into more mess than I care tae account fer. Who knows if it's just our stupidity." Tapping the side of his thumb on the steering wheel, he flicked on the stereo, turning the volume low enough to not attract attention and speak over. Most of the stations were replaying music tracks or looping government messages about staying inside to avoid the havoc of the riots and infected. Of course, he chose the repetition of the rock n' roll frequency, and occasionally hummed along to the top hits as if it was nothing more than giving a carpool to a friend. As Melanie noted the 'little things' before apologising for her mumbling, Archie waved his hand nonchalantly. "If we don't speak tae ourselves, who else will that understands tae our extent. Plus I read this thing, that people who talk to themselves more are often more intelligent. Then again, I do read a lot of crap in my lunch breaks. Who knows, now the worlds over, I can rename the species of grass and household cats. If I wanted to." Another grin seemed unstoppable from the humorous comment, till brought to the attention of his surroundings by Melanie.
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"Ach, I'll hang out a windae for the lad --" Winding down the glass, he then brought the car to a stop, still running, and hung himself out the side. Keeping an eye on the nearby dead. "OI, SILLY WANKER, YOU NEED A RIDE?" Ducking down a moment, he arched his brows at Mel. "Am I successful yet? I always thought myself a good advertiser." The pickup was good enough to fit three in the cab, and six in the back if necessary. He hoped he wouldn't have to carry so many people, yet the space was there. However, just as he awaited the response of the survivor Melanie spotted, another came into his current view. A young woman, leaving the confines of a building. With that, he made sure to make one last bellow before the undead who'd been eyeing him quite hungrily got any closer. "LASS, YOU, OVER THERE, GIVING OUT FREE TICKETS TAE AVOID BECOMING A BUFFET. RIDE?" At that point, the freshly infected zombie had lumbered far enough to begin snapping her bloody jaw at the Scotsman, who in reaction threw himself back down into the seat. Withering arms reached through the open window - quickly fended off by kicking the door open and dragging the walking corpse by the collar to violently slam the skull in the vehicle doorway. Somewhat disgusted by the pieces of bone and brain in his footwell, Archie scrunched up his nose and let the truck crawl forward slowly whilst waiting for the two other humans in the vicinity to act.
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@OhFallenMars
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@Liquid Stars
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@FairlyLocal
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[Clairvoyance]

Carley Judge
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Sioux Falls had been her home. The place she grew up, the place where she lived her life. The place where she rode a bike for the first time, went out on dates, got taken to prom. But now, it was all gone. Everything her hometown had once been was ripped away the instant the dead started to rise. Restaurants and shops shut down, but were just as quickly broken into and looted. People she knew and cared about were slaughtered before her very eyes, only to rise again, and try to kill her as well. Life as Carley knew it was over, and it was going to take a hell of a long time for her to get over that.
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The day the plague entered Car's life was so typical, so normal, she first thought that it was some kind of twisted nightmare. She had been working at the library, as she always did, when someone began to scream. Before she could even react, bookshelves began to topple over in the main room, crushing some and injuring others. She watched through the doorway of the storage room as people died, watched the life leave their body, only to become reanimated into something abominable. She watched as people tried to help others only to be bitten or devoured and join the undead. Fear had frozen her in place, petrifying her until it was almost too late. Soon, the dead began to outnumber the living, until Carley, the girl in the storage room, was the only one left. They began to shamble and crawl towards the small room, moaning, hissing, growling, making the most inhuman noises she had ever heard, and that was what brought her back. The only way out of the storage room, unfortunately, was a small window near the ceiling that opened onto the street. She had no idea if it would be any better outside, but she couldn't just let herself die. She acted quickly, grabbing one of the extra ladders used to reach high up books, and rolled it over to the window. They were streaming into the room now, and she screamed in horror as they tried to grab onto her and drag her down. She shook and kicked them of, climbing faster than she ever had before, and reached the top of the ladder to unlatch the window. The ladder was slowly pushed away though as the dead tried to reach her, and she was left with no choice but to jump and catch hold of the edge. Miraculously, against all odds, she did. By some miracle, she survived.
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Not wanting to go through something similar so soon, Carley raced back to her apartment, forgetting her car, trying to contact her family. Unsurprisingly, the phone lines were down. She made her home after a few close calls, then gathered a few supplies and set off for the edge of town. If they were safe, they wouldn't stick around long. Her only chance of seeing them again was to escape the ruined city of Sioux Falls, but that would be a challenge in itself.
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After a day of trying to avoid the walking dead, Carley was forced to duck into an alleyway to avoid an oncoming horde. She could hear them getting closer, moaning and screeching, making their terrible noises as they followed the smell of a living human being. In the distance she could swear she heard the sound of a truck, but was it close enough? Would whoever was driving it even help her if it was, or would they simply pass her by and look out for themselves? Questions like that raced through her mind, but ultimately, she had a choice to make: stay where she was and face certain death - and undeath, or try to track down the vehicle, where she may at least have a chance. It seemed like there was only one thing she could do. So, with a surge of adrenaline, Carley stood, and sprinted into the infested streets of a once beautiful city.
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(I'm so, so sorry that this was so long-winded. I hope it's good, at least!)
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@HumansArentReal
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@OhFallenMars
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@Destructus Kloud
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@CkSmalling
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@danaisnotreal
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@Liquid Stars
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[CabalAnomicPotato]

Donnee woke up in a dimly lit room, empty bottle in one hand, 5 more similar to his right, 3 dead bodies in front of him, and a killer headache, "damn, first the dead rise, then I wake up wishing I was one of them" he finished, scratching his head slightly, trying to shake the hangover he was feeling, he looked at the bodies, blank stare, " It was them or me...they wouldn't have survived with all their bickering, and now those weapons can go to someone who can use them" he thought, suddeny remembering what he was going after, " I get the weapons, then I get out, simple...more or less" he said, looking out the poorly boarded window, at what few dead inherited the street he had cleaned. He now thought back to the first time he had encountered one of the "crazies", as he likes to call them, he was sitting at a Caffe, drinking his morning Joe when a fight broke out between a bulky lumbering man, and an old guy sitting across from him. The fight had gone on for five minutes, until the bigger one had pushed the old guy down and bitten a chunk of his face off, and while everyone else was either gone or running, he was sitting here In amusment, as this was something he hadn't seen before, and only snapped out of his trance when the big freak started shifting towards him. At this point he had decided that the hulk of a man was serious about atacking him, and swiftly pulled his Beretta out and planted three shots in this man's chest, satisfied, until he realized the man was still coming. Donnee was a little shocked, but he was fast to react as he threw the chair he was using at the man, and then went after him with a chair leg he'd torn off, beating the man's head in until he stopped twitching.  Donnee was just about to leave, when he saw the older guy rise, turn, and start shuffling towards him, so thinking quick he threw the leg at the guy, knocking him to the ground, and shot the guy in the head, sure that it would work ( as bashing the bigger guys head in seemed the only solution to that problem), and after seeing it did, he went on his way. He then recalled the other brief details, meeting up with some of his fellow members, they had cleared them a path to this apartment building, and locked them self in this third floor room. "But they couldn't keep cool....no, they kept bickering, scared shitless, until one of them almost got John from a  bathroom we hadn't yet to check...so I got rid of them as soon as they slept, because they were problems, and problems were made to be fixed" he said to himself, heading for his pack, and moving the shelf they had put in front of the room door. Donnee slowly made his way towards the outside, looking to see if it was cleared, and stood a moment to consider his options, " I could try some of these cars, but that could take to long" he finished, shifting his pipe from one hand to the other, " damn"


(First post, so yea, I'm open to being found if anyone wants to find me)

 

[Tiny Cosmic]

 
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Alex Mendoza
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Alex rushes down the streets of Sioux Falls, seeking the front lines of the battle between rioters and the obviously outnumbered and terrified police. He reaches the Main Street, where the hordes of looters and rioters clashed with not only the local and imported police, but also each other for the scraps left in the barren stores and shops along the road. Traffic tries desperately to get through, fathers trying desperately to escort their families to safety from the absolutely madness that engulfed their town. That being said, Alex had a lot to choose from. He was definitely not one to avoid a fight, but he also wasn't one to immediately jump into a death trap. He sees a guy, obviously confused and disoriented, trying the locks on doors. He seems to be mad drunk, and Alex was willing to bet he could either take advantage of and/or befriend such a person.


"Ey tipsy! Need some help?"


alex brandishes his baseball bat before winding up and bashing the window out of a car he deems to be in the best condition. He jumps in the passenger's seat and begins digging for keys in the center console, overhead mirror sunblocker thingies, under the seats, y'know, the normal stuff. 


@CabalAnomicPotato

 

[CabalAnomicPotato]

Donnee had been slightly startled by the new guys appearence, and was even more startled that the window he had kindly bashed in hadn't set off the car alarm, but he was able to hide his suprise. Walking towards the man, he spoke, "your help is coming in handy so far, so why squander such an opportunity" Donnee said as he sat in the drivers seat, searching for the keys as the other man was. Donnee was thankful that he now possessed a car, but the other guys way of obtaining said car caused enough noise to attract the nearby crazies, "better find these keys quick, unless we want to be crazy meat that is" he said, being supprisingly calm yet strongly and smoothly spoken for a drunk, or course he hadn't meant the last part of his sentence, he would slip out as soon as he saw fit, but hopefully it wouldn't come to that.


@Tiny Cosmic

 

[Tiny Cosmic]

@CabalAnomicPotato


"Nah, we'll be fine, the keys gotta be somewhere in here, where else would they be? It's not like anyone's gonna go driving in this shithole."


he seems to constantly look out the windows from behind his goggles, likely seeking refuge from looters, the police, and various the plague of Punk Rock band rejects. The chaos outside only escalates as the feral rioters notice the car and the two men within it. The beaten and seemingly psychotic and lawless former citizens begin to approach the car. Alex nudges your arm a bit violently and motions toward them. Thoughts begin to flood his mind about where he could possibly run, hide, or if he should simply try his luck at bashing heads in.


"uhh dude, we might wanna get out of dodge if you can't find those fuckers like... uhh... now."

 

[CabalAnomicPotato]

Donnee smiled at the new guys words, still hiding his skepticism, but continuing his search. Donnee had decided he would check behind them, so he turned towards the back and found a discarded lighter, a jacket which held nothing but a name brand nutrition bar (which he pocketed), and a black hat with what he thought was band branded. Donnee sighed and turned around, when the new comer nudged him a bit too sharply, motioning and speaking about the rioters that had approached the car, standing far from the car, but close enough to give them the mean eye. "Don't worry about it, stay here and when I start you start" Donnee finished, pulling something from his pack and stepping out of the car, item hidden behind the door, and speaking towards the five people, "do you guys need anything?"


"Yea, we need your car and your supplies, and don't think we're asking" the leader of the pack said, pulling out a gun and holding it in the air.


"Sure, let me just-" Donnee finished, kneeling behind the car, pulling out his hidden mp5, and shooting the guy with the gun.


As their leader fell the others started pulling their guns out and shooting, and although Donnee was able to shoot another of the men, His mag ran out and he had to pull his gun back, "could you pass me my bag?" Donnee finished, turning towards the guy in the car, now with a smug smile.


@Tiny Cosmic

 

[Tiny Cosmic]

@CabalAnomicPotato


"Youuuu smug son of a bitch."


Alex says with a hearty laugh as he passes the guy his bag and jumps out of his window. He sneaks past a few cars and into a storefront, eventually ending up behind the group of 5 raiders. He brandishes his bat and waits for his target to run out of ammo in his magazine before using a fair bit of strength to bludgeon the guy over the head with the bat multiple times, forcing the guy to the ground. The sound of sickening cracks that the man's skull made as it made contact with the glorified stick and the cement, his buddies turn around only to find Alex hauling ass into the nearest alleyway, 9mm rounds in hot pursuit. Alex looks down at what he had looted from that poor bastard, his handgun and a half emptied 9mm, 15 round magazine.

 

[CabalAnomicPotato]

Donnee smiled as the guy threw him his bag and ran off into some store. "Guys are tough" Donnee said, sliding his last clip and waiting for the fire to cease. Donnee waited for about two minutes for the fire to stop, and was a little suprised to find the two shooting at his conpanion, for he had bashed one of the others and looted him from the looks of it, so Donnee pointed his gun, remembering what the man had said throwing his bag towards him, and shouted "not bad yourself!!!" Before shooting the other two guys. Standing from his used to be hiding spot, he half ran towards the dead guys, huffing slightly, and looted the two, now obtaining two 9mm clils, a 9mm pistol, and a hunting knife. "Welp, that went alright" Donnee finished, looking towards who he thought would make a good friend, and the newly packed crazies funneling in towards an alley.


@Tiny Cosmic

 

[MadiRaiCat]

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Maddison Clarke
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The sun shone brightly into the windows of the posh apartment. A dark haired girl rolled over in bed, attempting to shield her face from the sun and go back to sleep. She had worked very hard to break into this apartment for a good night's rest. The owner was away on a business meeting, her surveillance said, and she just couldn't resist getting a good night's sleep on Egyptian cotton sheets. Maddison was a thief, a burglar, a breaker-and-enterer. And she was damn good at it. She had been since she ran away from her foster home to live on the streets. If she needed it, she stole it, and that's how she kept herself alive.


Maddison was just about to doze back to sleep when she heard it. Them. Multiple people screaming, yelling, and shrieking from the streets below. Maddison decided to ignore it. But that decision was quickly disrupted by the screams echoing through the halls outside her door. Soon enough, there was a pounding on her door, desperate screams wanting inside. But just as quickly as they began, the screams were cut short, replaced by a deep moaning that sounded inhuman. 


Maddison shot out of bed, eyes wide. She was already dressed, as she always slept in her clothes just in case an escape was required. Her packed backpack was on the floor by the bed. She had filled it with her supplies and some food from the apartment. Maddison slid her Glock into its holster on her hip, and she snapped her throwing knife holster around her opposite thigh. Maddison quickly drew one of her knives, holding it defensively as she unlocked the door. 


Peering around the wooden frame, the halls seemed clear. But Maddison stayed on high alert. She slid down the halls silently, just like she practiced many times for her thefts. She silently stepped over mangled dead bodies, ignoring the sight so she wouldn't freak out. Slowly Maddison descended the stairs, with silent ease. She had seen many dead bodies in her trek through the halls, but no living. What in the world was happening?


Exiting the stairway into the lobby, Maddison's eyes widened as she saw a couple of people feeding on a dead body. It was like something out of a horror movie, and she couldn't hold back her terrified gasp. The creatures turned their dead milky gazes toward her, and Maddison suppressed a gag. They began towards her, mouths agape and moaning in hunger. Instantly Maddison pulled her Glock and, with perfect aim, shot each creature through its right eye. The sound of them dropping to the floor in crumpled heaps was satisfactory, until the air filled with the same disgusting moaning noises. 


Maddison turned and watched as these creatures seemed to come out of the woodwork in the apartment building. Tens of them, filling the lobby. Without a second glance, Maddison holstered her weapons and turned, sprinting out the front door into the street. She heard a rumbling and turned to see a truck barreling towards her. Maddison crouched, bracing herself for the impact.


@HumansArentReal @OhFallenMars

 

[NightQueen]

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With a grin more suited to a child, Kodi moved through the gun store looking for anything he could carry. It had not been hard to get rid of the idiots raiding this place.


Holstering a new pistol, he grabbed a few boxes of ammo and threw it in his backpack. There was no real point to go near the register, with everything going to crap money was going to be useless.


Once he had gotten what he needed, he made his way out the back door of the shop. No need to go back to where the carnage had happened, more than likely the infected were swarming there if they


were not then they soon would be.


Making his way down the alley at the back of the store, he twirled the baseball bat he had like a baton. Keeping an eye out for anything unusual going on. It was early morning but then again that really did not matter anymore. The infected tend to move regardless of the time of day. With a random whistle Kodi kept walking as if there was nothing wrong at all. He was getting bored and getting bored was not a good thing as it meant he was going to lose his temper. He wanted nothing more than to swing his bat a few times and if someone infected or otherwise happened to get hit well... that was just an unexpected bonus.


(leaving it open for anyone who wants a dose of crazy  )

 

[idalie]

ARCHIE MURDOCH McKEEGAN

As soon as he stopped, people began getting torn to pieces once again. Blood freshly splattering across concrete pavements, enough to make a veteran gag, as soon enough the writhing, screaming victims would be consumed. Till the silence fell. A brief moment of clarity, that brought back a clear mind. Just in time to see the young woman run out into the street, only to crouch and cower. Wrestling the steering wheel he managed to narrowly avoid the stranger, slamming his foot on the breaks with a stench of hot metal. Jolting forwards in a jarring motion, Archie took those few spare seconds to breathe and dismiss the blurring of his vision. Shock hadn't quite set in, yet those large, calloused hands held a slight tremble. 

McKeegan leant on the door, winding the window down whilst heaving as if he'd run a marathon already. "YE TRYIN' TAE GET PEOPLE KILLED? YOU BLOODY EEJIT." However his gaze was soon swept up with a horde which began to trickle from the apartment building doors. Putting the pickup into gear, and sighing heavily through his nose, the Scotsman rolled his eyes upward. "Get in, if ye wanna save those legs from runnin' lass. And make it quick, ye brought some of the biters with ye and I dunnae like the look of this city as time flies." Remarked the bear of a man, pushing the ignition and releasing the clutch.
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He'd of rather stayed in bed that morning.
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@OhFallenMars
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@Eternal-Weekend
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[NightQueen]

Soon enough, as expected he could hear the sounds of a hoard of the infected.


With a child like manic grin, Kodi sprinted towards the main street that the noise was coming from.


Looking at the hoard, he simply grinned before he started firing.


He shot with deadly accuracy, hitting his targets clean in the head.


Jumping up onto an abandoned car, he kept firing as the infected's attention was drawn to him.


Completely ignoring the people that the infected had targeted, he swung the metal baseball hat, 


knocking the head of an infected person clean from their shoulders.


@HumansArentReal


@Eternal-Weekend

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Maddison Clarke


Maddison was surprised to have one of those split second life flashing before your eyes moments. She remembered the foster homes she bounced around, hoping a family would take her and adopt her. She remembered the group home she was sent to, where the so-called guardians would beat anyone who didn't follow the rules, including her. She remembered running away and finding Sioux Falls, living on the cold drab streets for a while before finding out what she was good at. The whole experience left a bad metallic taste in her mouth.


Maddison felt a breeze move her hair as the car narrowly missed her crouched form. She smelled the hot metal and burning rubber as the driver skidded to a stop. Maddison half expected one of those creatures to be behind the wheel. But instead, the bearded man with a thick accent seemed mostly normal. With a sigh of relief, Maddison glanced back at the apartment building where the creatures were pouring out from. Their glazed over eyes ans gaping, hungry mouths seemed much worse than her other option. So, she made the split decision to momentarily trust this man. Gracefully, Maddison hopped up into the bed of the truck, silently landing. She quickly pulled her hair into a ponytail before kneeling, and glancing around.


The streets were filled with blood and death, causing her eyes to narrow and heart to race. She pushed the feelings down, willing the adrenaline pumping through her veins to subside. Maddison pulled a knife from her holster, more as a method of calming herself than actually expecting to us it. The cool metal against her palm ceased the adrenaline, and brought her back to clarity. Leaning around the truck to the open window, Maddison said to the bearded man, "Where is this ride heading?" She barely had time to wait for a response before gunshots filled the air. A man was shooting into the crowd that had been chasing. Maddison winced, knowing the sound would just cause more creatures to head their way. 


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[Raku]

Jackson "Mac" Macmillan 
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Jackson sat on the roof of his apartment building looking at the streets below. Such a beautiful city to him. A fucking playground for the undead. He couldn't believe it when it happened. He was just going for a run after his classes and then boom. A woman got tackled right in front of him by some dude who barely looked human to Jackson. He fell back and bolted in the other direction. He got to his apartment as fast as he could get the Zs were moving closer. He grabbed what he thought was essential. It included some water bottles, his wallet, a kitchen knife, and a 9mm with one mag. Courtesy of the gang he was in. He put on his sleeveless hoodie and some sweat pants and left. He originally tried to go out the front door but he was met by a slobbering man who was slamming against the door. He pulled his gun and popped one up the chin. The man dropped dead in front of him and he ran back up the stairs. He made it to his fire escape and got to the roof from there. "Damn. I can't believe it. I just can't." He mumbled to himself in a gruff voice, but not too deep. Seeming how he was only 21. "I need to get out of here." He said before getting up. He stroked his stubbly beard and looked around for a path.  He found a string of buildings that were close together. "That's my route. Time to get out of hell hole." Jackson said before taking off. 
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[Gui]

"Shit...out" Boyd slammed his hands on his steering wheel as his car turned off. He knew he was ruling in fumes but the protection of his car plus the massive destructive power of it against the 'THEM' outweighed its noise Kevel problem. 


Boyd drove a Nissan sentra black in color. Not the best vehicle but it was cheap ,gas efficient and for the travelling he was doing before hand it didn't really matter. Boyd grabbed his back pack,checked his weapon and disembarked his vehicle. A roadtrip had turned into a horror film what luck. Now his only mission was to get to his friend James's home on the near wheelers point. 


James was his long time friend from the company. He was with Boyd through it all,from SERE training to several assignments. When Boyd was driving up south Dakota near Sioux falls he got a fall from James. Unlike Boyd James stayed working for the company ,even became partner. Before cell service dropped James only mentioned 'Montana' a codeword they used for when shit hit the fan. Boyd knew that 'Montana ' and the current state of collapse was no coincidence. 


Readying his weapon at a low stance Boyd began to walk on the sidewalk almost rubbing against the buildings. He needed fuel some more provisions and if possible help. When in a situation like this ,larger groups are better than one. 


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Jackson "Mac" MacMillan
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Jackson had been running for a few minutes now. He was used to doing this kind of stuff so it didn't affect his breathing too much. He stopped to take a quick break when he looked down to see a man almost sliding on the side of the building. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw him. A man not trying to eat another or running from them. He leaned over the side of the low building and said in a voice loud enough but not too loud, "Hey dude, you seem a little lost. You know safety is out that way right? You must have a deathwish to keep going into the city.". Jackson chuckled a bit, then started again. " And besides, the safest way to travel is up here. Away from the damn Zs. I can show you a way up if you want." Jackson said. He was not only surprised at the site of another person, but the fact he was offering help. "Another thing, I suggest you make your decision because the Zs are gonna come and they're not comin' to say "Hi".". 
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Boyd reacted quickly pivoting his body in the direction of the voice. He quickly lowered his weapon as he heard is offer. Boyd knowing being in a group was better than being in alone responded. 


"I'm coming up to the roof. " Boyd said loudly. Possibly getting the attention of more of 'THEM' 


Boyd entered the building scanning the area. Looted,no surprise there. He knew coming to the city was dangerous but the rewards were too much to pass up. As long as he took it easy and planned accordingly everything would be alright. 


After several minutes of going up stairs and checking his corners Boyd entered the roof. Locking the door behind him Boyd turned to the mysterious helper. 


Slowly lowering his weapon but still in his grip. Boyd raised his hand signaling a hi. 


"Boyd nice to meet you, thanks for the help." Said Boyd endingbit with a smile and a quick gasp for breath. 


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Jackson "Mac" MacMillan
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Jackson turned to see the man who had come up the stairs to meet him. "Names Jackson. My friends call me Mac. And no problem." he replied with a smile. "You looked a little lost down there. What were you doing down there? The Zs would have made you the course if you kept goin'" Jackson said. "If you want you can tag along with me. I'm getting the hell out of here" he said before looking down for any zombies. "But ya gotta keep up if you're coming.".
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Boyd Killman

Boyd smiled at the kids enthusiasm. He was athletic, that was good for what the world became. 


"I couldn't agree with you more Mac, I parked my car a few blocks over. All I need is a bit of gas and some provisions and I'm out of here. Unfortunately ,I can't go with you at least not without assistance. " Boyd looked down and patted his jeans . It was obvious Boyd was at least twice the kids age. Let alone trying to do his same athletic feats. 


"If you'll allow me I'm sure we can come up with something that'll benefit us both? You down?" Boyd asked as he took a knee and began and opened his bag to retrive his water bottle. 


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