The Affliction: New Beginnings

Micheal was sleeping on van, he was fine. For as long he didn't roll off. He woke up looking into the bright sun. His back exceptionally warm from the metal roof on the van, being heated up by the sun like a hotplate. He looked around the van and he saw nothing nearby. So he slowly scooted off, gathering his stuff and going into a small nearby broken down building. The vines overgrown into the sounds and separating the concrete. The building could come apart at any moment. A small stream of water ran down from the roof into a small water filter that was handmade. He put it all into a jar and boiled it. He sipped from the filtered water hoping that he would avoid disease. It tasted like grass. 


    He sat down on the wall and looked around loading his .22 and cleaning it afterwards. Good gun care is essential. 


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@Cassiopeia


And so, on a stroll he went. Peering around corners cautiously, his head solely focused on getting through the buildings unharmed. It sure wasn't the fastest way of transport, but it sure as hell wasn't the most dangerous one. A quick peek into one of seemingly fresh cars revealed a whole lot of nothing but canned peaches. With a small, sarcastic smile, the man shook his head and carved the can opener of his swiss knife into the lid, not long and he was gleeful from such a little distraction. Such a little discrepancy from the norm and everything can take quite a big, twisted turn mere seconds later.


There was no warning, no sound, so when he passed a crossroad, he was caught off guard by the fifty or more walking corpses waiting, as if just for him. "Oh..." his voice trailed off and mixed in with their incoherent grunts, just as the first few of them started making their way to him. Without a second thought, he ditched the idea of opening fire and just turned on his heel, taking the right turn and legging it. The mad dash only made it more comical when he brushed around a corner of formidable looking block of flats, just into some figure's vision. From the movements, she didn't seem like it was one of those that were happily keeping pace with him. Since her movements were so delicate and planned, he just kept on running, gathering his breath for a sharp yell; "Hey! Might... wanna run!" And with those words on good journey, he blew past her, the horde coming into vision, groaning, twisting, jerking and hungry.
 
The brunette trudged on, her face sweltering underneath the towel she kept wrapped around her face. No longer able to withstand it, she peeled the now damp towel off, rubbing the tender skin underneath. Outside of the city, the air was much cleaner and, by the looks of it, safer to breath. She sucked in a huge breath, filling her lungs, and took a moment to gather her thoughts.  The city was far behind her now, the only proof of it's existence being thick tendrils of smoke on the horizon that bled into the brilliant blue canvas that was the sky. It was quickly fading though, the sun making it's descent much faster than she'd hoped for, and she felt the urgent need to find a place to settle down for the night.



"Hey! Might.. wanna run!" an older man yelled to her in between breaths, startling her. A few seconds later he blew past her and, completely taken aback, she stumbled and fell to the pavement, landing hard on her ass. The horrifying sound of fleshy lips smacking together caught her attention and she instinctively brought her gaze to the horde of walkers heading straight towards her. Suddenly, the man's words made sense. 

Cara peeled herself off the pavement, immediately jumping back onto her feet and sprinting after the man who was now fifty or sixty feet ahead of her, and counting. She pushed herself to catch up to him, her legs throbbing and her chest burning, but she never took her eyes off of him until she caught up to him, encouraged by the growls and grunts of the dead-but-not-dead people behind her. Since they were heading back the way she came, she followed the road for a few minutes before veering off, cutting through the lawn of the only house on the street for another mile. She completely ignored the house, which was seemingly the victim of a fire, instead running as fast as she could to the barn a few yards behind the house that she remembered passing the first time around. She hoped the man was still following her and, unwilling to let him die when she could help him, she waved him over towards the barn doors. The door was slightly ajar so she slipped inside, entering the dark cool air of the barn, waiting, hoping, for the man to appear after her.


@Kerim
 
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"It won't happen again," Heather replied as she finally willed herself to meet his gaze. He looked at her differently - it was definitely not the way he looked at the other girls, and she couldn't quite figure out why. It bothered her and she often wondered how she could rectify it, attempting her best to satisfy his every request. "Of course."


She made her way over to the table where a bottle of wine was already sitting. It had already been opened, presumably by Laden himself, and three cups sat on the table as well. A pang of jealousy hit her but she swallowed it down, picking up one of the glasses and pouring a generous amount of wine into it. She closed the bottle once more and returned to Laden, trying to admire his piercing blue eyes as discretely as she could, handing him the glass. Although she was titled his financial adviser, she often found herself performing duties of a servant - fetching things for him, delivering messages, even doing chores. Perhaps it was because he reminded her of her father in a strange way that she listened to him, or perhaps it was her budding feelings for the man, but either way she thoroughly enjoyed her duties. Not only did it serve her with a purpose, but it also busied her when there was nothing much else to do. Besides, if it wasn't for him, she'd more than likely have become a feast for the undead.


@Broncos
 
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Laden grabbed the cup from her and drank from it. This woman was smart, hence why she was his financial advisor (though in truth Laden handled anything super major dealing with financials, such as the type of currency and some of the other operations, she just handled the day-to-day tasks of it so he wouldn't be burdened by it). Laden had also thought that she should perhaps could become part of his harem of girls. His girls were mostly slaves though he did have a couple of free women who he could call at any time and would present themselves to him. Heather was a beautiful girl plus looked fertile. He doubted he would try to have an heir for a while, he sometimes wondered if he should ever have one in such a cruel world. Still, the man stood in silence by Heather's side and said "So Heather, anything major happen while I slept or no?"


@Cassiopeia
 

Jane had been staring at the tent's zip up door since Skye slipped out of it. She had been awake when Jay left, but decided to play possum for a few more moments. Though she hated to admit it, sometimes she needed to be alone. Her days were filled with blood stains, growling, and a self hate that dug itself up after weeks of doing nothing but running. Jane had never felt more disgusting in her life. As she stared through the crack in the tent door, she watched as Skye bounced up to Jay. Before this, Skye had lived a life of luxury. Three nutritous meals a day, ( no dog kibble, only natural foods ) a walk in the afternoon and morning, hours focused on her physical strength, and nights filled with warm cuddles. Now, Jane watched her perfect dog trot around with muddy paws and a slight limp in her foot from where her fur got tangled in barbwire two days ago. 
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Jane willed herself to move, sliding out the tent quietly. "Good morning." she mumbled, walking up and rubbing behind Skye's ears. 
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It surely wasn't too much of a surprise when she managed to sprint past him in such a brisk pace, but it also motivated him to somehow even increase the daring speed. With death and its odor closing in ever so closer, in his peripheral vision, he saw the female calling him over. He hadn't even noticed the barn there before, but now it seemed like a better plan than running until exhaustion. Not late and soon, he accompanied her in the darkness which was only intensified by him shutting the doors. Silence filled the massive room they were in, Emanuel's eyes only slowly getting used to seeing in such dark. The good news was that the army was left oblivious outside, trudging past without much enthusiasm, as if the survivors had just disappeared from the planet's surface.


It was now time that he could see the body of his rescuer more closely. His piercing eyes examined her briefly before nodding and settling on the hope that she wouldn't rob him or kill him in his sleep. He didn't have many other choices when it seemed like they weren't getting out anytime soon. "So, I know now's not the time, but name's Emanuel." He pointed out in somewhat awkward and a quiet tone, his throbbing feet bringing him a few steps forward before letting him fall back down on his rear, propping the backpack of his behind himself. "Sorry about that by the way. Not the brightest idea I've ever committed to." With a grim chuckle, he lowered his balaclava, breathing in the somewhat fresh air.


@Cassiopeia
 
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She examined the man sitting on the floor of the barn with a critical eye. He was an older man with salt and pepper hair and a genuine smile, peering up at her with eyes the color of the sky on a cloudless summer day. She listened to him talk quietly, barely audible over the groans of the biters just on the other side of the wall. He didn't seem like a violent man, in fact he looked more like a teacher than anything. 


She extended her arm out to the older man, offering to shake hands. "I'm Cara," she responded quietly as to not disturb the rotters still passing by. Thankfully they were slowly beginning to make their way away from the barn, away from the two survivors, and Cara finally decided to join the man on the ground. The dirt was cool underneath her thighs, and she took her backpack off and placed it on the side of her furthest away from Emanuel, just to be safe. She unzipped it and removed a bag of walnuts that crinkled in her hands, holding it out to the man in an attempt to be friendly. What was the point of helping him if she didn't intend on trying to befriend him?
@Kerim


Meanwhile, Heather turned rigid as the two women returned from fetching King Laden's bath. They were both beautiful and alluring and neither of them bothered to even glance her way, instead immediately devoting all of their attention towards the King. She could no longer look at him, not with the girls hanging all over him, drawn to him like bees to honey. "No, nothing interesting. Everything seems to be going.. well." Surprisingly well, she might add if she had the courage. Even now she was still shocked someone had found a way to make life more pleasant during a time of such death, destruction, and chaos. She began to shift uncomfortably, nearly unable to stand being in such close proximity of the girls that sparked jealousy deep inside of her, racking her mind for a way to excuse herself from the room.


@Broncos
 
The male looked down at her hand for a brief second, his own instinctively heading for the one of hers, giving it a firm, though friendly squeeze. His eyes met hers, those being of similar colour like ones to his own, but more cloudy, like an autumn sky. "Pleasure." He said with a short nod and a smile deepening his wrinkles. It was a phrase he hadn't used for a while, so a change of pace was always nice. And yet still, he didn't want to dedicate his full trust to her, due to the circumstances being rather... unconventional, to say the least. And yet, when she offered him the snack, he let out a gust of worryless laughter, grabbing a few from inside with a short thanks.


She wasn't nearly his age, that was for sure, she seemed to be in her twenties, from what he assumed, which could mean that she would be hot headed and confident in herself. But he did misjudge people before, he wasn't the best when it came to judges of character. "So, Cara, what's your plan? Y'know, on living through this whole hell on earth." He asked nonchalantly, diverting his stare away from her to examine the timber walls of the structure they found themselves in.
 
Jay's head twitched to the side as he heard Jane exit the tent. She seemed depressed, but he didn't question it. They were in the literal apocalypse, for fuck's sake. Yet, despite their situation, Jay still managed to keep his head up and endure through these ridiculously hard times. Scratching under Skye's chin, he nodded in response to her greeting. "Morning," he spoke with a reassuring grin. "Sleep well? You stayed in bed longer than usual. I didn't wanna wake you. Didn't get any breakfast ready, though, wouldn't wanna leave you out." A few days back, Jay'd snagged a loaf of bread and a few eggs from a house they'd passed through.


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@Catharsis
 

Jane gave a half-hearted smile, and took a seat on the log beside Jay. "I slept alright." she replied with a shrug, patting her lap and watching as Skye made her way over, placing her head on Jane's knee. "Food sounds good." she added, looking at a patch of dirt near Jay's feet. Jane knew she shouldn't be short with Jay like this, but she felt like shit, and was tired. More tired than she had ever been. "If you want to start on breakfast, I'll put the tent up. I kinda want to try and find a few things today." she said, looking up at him. She really did need to get to a town. The tent a small rip running down its left side, and Jane wanted to stitch it up before nightfall, as the mosquitoes had feasted on her last night. 
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Jane stood up off the log carefully, ensuring it didn't shift under Jay. She emptied out the contents of the tent before beginning to dismantle it, throwing all the pieces into a duffel bag. A soft breeze picked up for a moment, sweeping Jane's matted hair to the side. It was nearly fall. The Summer heat was unbearable, but the coldness would be hazardous. Longer nights meant less hours of daylight, less time to scavenge. Jane sighed, throwing the last of the tent into the bag before squinting up at the sun. That sun was the same sun that had been there weeks ago. Weeks when she was happy. It had been there even before her, and probably long after as well. Now that everything was packed, Jane headed back to where Jay was and took a eat, waiting patiently for a little bit of food before they went on with their day.
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@Quillicious (also short) 
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Laden smiled at the report. Everything had gone so smoothly after he took over the city. He had been able to clear out mass swaves of zombie country and had pushed them further and further north. Sure, the zombies had adapted to it and it was becoming increasingly difficult to gain land but they had not broken through his defenses. The region could sustain itself pretty well, bringing in electricity from dams scattered across the region plus still had its pipeline intact, not to mention the stores upon stores of ammunition and guns from when the Canadian government's military base in Dartmouth. Now, the only concern Laden had was oil and diesel, seeing as the region didn't produce either of the two so he couldn't use the helecoptors or massive ships that the government had also placed there. However, he came up with the idea to start replacing everything with batteries and had even finished up on the first of these electric fueled helecoptors- The NS Bolt. This allowed him to quickly travel across the land and find other survivors which helped to bring in new people a lot more simpler. Laden then turned to the two servants and said "Thank you, now go and begin my breakfast,". The two nodded and walked with only bra and underwear on to the kitchen to begin cooking his breakfast


@Cassiopeia
 
Coming out of the apartment, one of the SUV guys walked up to greet Val. "Val!" He said "How's my fave Lieutenant doing?" Val looked at the group and said "Alright, Lou. Really admire what you did for me back there" He motioned to the dead mercs, who were being looted by other members of the squad. Lou replied "It's nothing. Anyway, if you want we can get you a ride back to base, if ya want." Val nodded and said "It'd be very much appreciated." Lou, Val and their crew walked back into the Subaru, and Lou started the engine. As the radio quickly was turned on to full blast, the Subaru quickly roared off down the street, blowing through some Zeds as it cut a street corner.
 
The wheels of this mobile armoury hit the main road. It was difficult to assume which one, since the sign indicating this van's current location had been reduced to a piece of scrap and debris. It wouldn't really matter. It was best to simply avoid the centre of the city.


The figure behind the wheel relaxed himself. Well, sort of. He had soon come to terms with his current situation. If one could be screwed to such a degree, Philip would be the monarch of it. He didn't worry much about the Rooskie, only with communication. The midgets in the back were going to be - clearly to the audience - the main problem. It almost began to feel like a sitcom. And Philip was the unfortunate protagonist cursed to endure terrible psychological torture, and have to go through the zombie apocalypse at the same time.


It was best to at least strike up a conversation - most preferably with Vladimir in the back. "Itak, vy govorite po-angliyski?" Philip's tongue in Russian wasn't the most well-tuned. Too bad he didn't give a shit.


@Kabboom @KuroNoKami39
 
Jane's mood seemed to get a little better, but maybe he was just being too optimistic. Skye was a godsend, honestly, in improving morale. Sure, she might be precious cargo that they had to look out a bit more for, but it was worth it. "Good," Jay replied. "Okay, I'll get it ready, then. We're close to Dalton, so if we can grab a ride, we'll be in Atlanta in about an hour an a half or so. Maybe...maybe we'll find Kristen...I hope..." He trailed off as he descended into memories of his former girlfriend. Thoughts of what could possibly have happened if he had stayed instead drifted through his head everyday since the outbreak. Jay partially blamed Jane for it. He knew it wasn't fair, but he still did. The wound had healed a little, but he was honestly resentful when it first happened.


Jay shook the thoughts off and stood, sighing. He walked over to his bag on the ground and rummaged through it. Taking a stale half-loaf of bread and five eggs, one slightly cracked, out of it, he removed the lighter from his pocket and reignited the pile of tinder they had gotten together before. The eggs were kept safely in a bundle of bubble wrap with a cold pack tucked beside them in a pouch separate from the rest of his items. All they had were a couple ceramic plates, chipped, to eat on, and Jay began to crack the eggs, tossing the shells away and placing the rest in a cup. After mixing the eggs together, he set a plate up above the fire with a makeshift stand. Letting them cook a little while, he scrambled them quickly with a fork. He scooped equal portions onto two plates and started to toast the bread. When it was ready, Jay looked over at Jane. "Breakfast's ready!"


@Catharsis
 
Cara waited a long moment before speaking, contemplating whether or not to divulge the details of her plan to this stranger. She watched him from the corner of her eye, taking note of the deep wrinkles in his face. She could definitely outrun him if need be, but could she overpower him? He didn't look that old, so she figured not, and, remembering back to when she stashed her pocket knife in her bag, she figured she had a fair chance of escape if he tried anything funny. 


The horde had passed and by now she could speak freely. "I heard of a safe zone or something up in Canada," she explained. "Said they have hot water, food, even electricity.." she trailed off, suddenly hit with the realization of how absurd that sounded. There was no government and most of everything had been destroyed or abandoned by everybody with enough knowledge to use it. Still, the idea of a place where she didn't have to sleep with a knife and one eye open seemed like a very good one, and if there was a safe zone anywhere at all she was determined to find it. Plus, she had nothing else to do besides wander around aimlessly and hope for the best, so why not use the best and only lead she's gotten? She looked towards the man, waiting to see if he thought she was out of her mind. "What's yours?" 
@Kerim


Heather watched the two women walk out of the room and listened as they headed towards the kitchen. Sensing it was time for her to leave as well, she looked at the man with her big, blue eyes and quietly dismissed herself. On her way out the door, she amused herself by imagining the two girls getting burnt by the hot grease on the stove and maybe then he wouldn't find them so attractive. She pushed her negative thoughts away and headed down to join the other two women in the kitchen, finding a few more women from his harem lounging about. The room was getting crowded but she pushed through, deciding to make herself breakfast before she busied herself with the day's work.


@Broncos
 
Laden turned to Heather as she left and walked to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. Perhaps he should finally ask if she would become part of his harem as a mistress and not a slave. Laden then said "Heather, I still need to talk to you for a second,". Laden knew she liked him and while Laden could never love her as her cowardly instincts would always get in the way, she would be the perfect woman for a quick fuck every once in a while


@Cassiopeia
 
Harris woke up and looked out of the window of the car, spotting a horde roaming by. Basically Harris was on his way towards Detroit where the Ambassador Bridge goes to a city called Windsor in Canada, and he's been finding himself driving for some hours now. He's been maintaining his energy to drive by munching down on potato chips and drinking bottles of pop, which isn't the healthiest but it's all he could really scavenge at the convenience store. But then he decided to take a break from driving and sleep a little on the road, and that's where he spotted the massive group of at least 50 zombies. "Shit," He whispered to himself. He stayed out of view by ducking and hiding by the seat in his pickup truck, and by hiding the bags of junk food to hopefully avoid the scent leaving the car. They simply walked by the car and didn't notice him, which was quite lucky. When Harris got up though, one of the zombies spotted him and walked towards him. The rest also saw him through the back window and started to approach their car. "OH, CRAP!" Starting the engine up one of the zombies manages to make a small hole in the window, reaching it's hand inside.


Grabbing the fire axe he slams it into the zombies hand, chopping it off. He grabs the severed hand and throws it out of the window, hitting his foot to the pedal and driving the damaged truck away as soon as possible, continuing his way to Detroit. The moment he tries to close his eyes for just as little as 5 minutes he almost died, even on the roads and far away from any city or town. Well, he might as well just brush it off even though it'll probably stick around in his mind and continue his path to Detroit.
 
"Good plan as any. I've heard some rumours about that place as well. Well, overheard, but yeah. I know about it. Sounds reasonable to me, a small community can be self sufficient." He scratched his face, bringing his knee closer to his chest while finally shifting his attention off the wall. "I don't know about a plan myself. Hm... maybe I'll try to find Ga-..." his voice trailed off, his gaze appearing distant. He shook his head quickly and sprung up from the ground rather rapidly, grasping the slings of his backpack and brushing them against his shoulders. "Nova Scotia, I meant. Yeah, that sounds like the most viable plan." It simply hurt too much to talk about, something he wasn't going to trust a complete stranger with. Or with anyone else, he thought.


His feet as if involuntarily made him stroll to the barn door, his hands sliding it open with one, long, growly creek of old wood. "Care to keep on going with me?" He asked, more of a politeness act than anything else. It also would be foolish of him to just ditch a friendly survivor when she didn't seem to have any intentions of harming him. At least not for now


@Cassiopeia
 
Adam turned his head towards the man driving, a bit hampered by the kid sitting on his lap.


"Da, little bit." he managed to say, after a while, trying to understand what the man said through his thick accent. He was a bit surprised to hear his mother's tongue being spoken in this hell-hole, as the last time he heard Russian was when a group gave away their position to a horde of zombies, that quickly tore them to shreds. Adam hid in fear, as he heard one of the surviving men yell with anger and sadness, as he was the last one that the zombies cornered. Armed with an empty Glock and a combat knife, he kept yelling obscenities at the undead as he chopped them up, and as they tore him apart.


"If you want, I try to speak English better. I learn by self." he said, as his ears had accustomed to English, living in America and all, and the last thing he needs is to decipher Russian through both this man's thick accent and his thick mask. His English was, by his friends' standards, pretty good, but the Russian part of him affects his speech, evidently his usage of present tense exclusively; there was no such thing as past tense or future tense in Russian.


"So, where we go, mask man?" he asked the masked man, having forgotten to ask his name.


@AxelWelrod
 
CloisterBlackI said:
Harris woke up and looked out of the window of the car, spotting a horde roaming by. Basically Harris was on his way towards Detroit where the Ambassador Bridge goes to a city called Windsor in Canada, and he's been finding himself driving for some hours now. He's been maintaining his energy to drive by munching down on potato chips and drinking bottles of pop, which isn't the healthiest but it's all he could really scavenge at the convenience store. But then he decided to take a break from driving and sleep a little on the road, and that's where he spotted the massive group of at least 50 zombies. "Shit," He whispered to himself. He stayed out of view by ducking and hiding by the seat in his pickup truck, and by hiding the bags of junk food to hopefully avoid the scent leaving the car. They simply walked by the car and didn't notice him, which was quite lucky. When Harris got up though, one of the zombies spotted him and walked towards him. The rest also saw him through the back window and started to approach their car. "OH, CRAP!" Starting the engine up one of the zombies manages to make a small hole in the window, reaching it's hand inside.


Grabbing the fire axe he slams it into the zombies hand, chopping it off. He grabs the severed hand and throws it out of the window, hitting his foot to the pedal and driving the damaged truck away as soon as possible, continuing his way to Detroit. The moment he tries to close his eyes for just as little as 5 minutes he almost died, even on the roads and far away from any city or town. Well, he might as well just brush it off even though it'll probably stick around in his mind and continue his path to Detroit.
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Micheal started to stretch after finishing cleaning his gun and went outside the building he was in. For outer Detroit there were not alot of zombies. A horde is down the street but he didn't care too much. It was far away. He faintly heard a car in the distance. But between the buildings failing structure and the moans he could barely hear himself think. He went upstairs in the apartment and jumped on a tree nearby the apartment, it was for decor before all this but without any people to take care of it. It grew out of control, the branches going through the walls. He looked on the streets far and close from a pair of binoculars, he left his gun inside the building. His binoculars had no lense protector giving off a lens flare.
 
Heather stopped abruptly, unsure of what else there was to discuss. Thoughts ran through her head at a million miles an hour and she racked her brain for anything she missed. Despite her feelings for him, she couldn't stand to spend extended amounts of time with the man. Although she hadn't quite identified it as distaste, she was very aware of the fact that he felt some type of way towards her. "Yes?"


@Broncos


"Yeah, definitely," she answered, hopping up from the floor and grabbing her bag, returning it back to it's usual place on her shoulders. She squinted against the bright light of the outdoors but welcomed the fresh air, cleansing her nostrils of the smell of haystacks and horse shit. She took the first step outside, her hair blowing in the gentle wind, her eyes doing a full scan of the backyard that surrounded them. Not a single biter in sight, at least for now, so she began to head back the way they came, passing by the dilapidated farmhouse once more. 


Half of the building had been burnt entirely and was now nothing more than a pile of ashes and collapsed framework. The other half of the building remained standing strong, almost looking like an entirely different building altogether. Perhaps it was worth searching. After all, she hadn't had much luck lately when it came to food or water. Especially water. Just thinking about it made her throat drier. "Wanna take a look inside?"


@Kerim
 
Yappi said:
Micheal started to stretch after finishing cleaning his gun and went outside the building he was in. For outer Detroit there were not alot of zombies. A horde is down the street but he didn't care too much. It was far away. He faintly heard a car in the distance. But between the buildings failing structure and the moans he could barely hear himself think. He went upstairs in the apartment and jumped on a tree nearby the apartment, it was for decor before all this but without any people to take care of it. It grew out of control, the branches going through the walls. He looked on the streets far and close from a pair of binoculars, he left his gun inside the building. His binoculars had no lense protector giving off a lens flare.
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After his long drive Harris reached his destination, Detroit. This area of Detroit was also fairly clear of the infected, perhaps because that horde had zombies belonging to this area. He was real tired as he hadn't had any rest for most of e day and has already gone through lots of trouble. Laying his eyes on an old apartment, he noticed a light, likely a lense flare. His eyes closed slightly as he walked out of the car cautiously, before yelling. "Hello? Anybody there? I'm not hostile!"  It could've been a stupid idea if there was nobody because the infected would notice or that person could be hostile, but it would be his best bet to meet someone who might help him. He waited for a reply.
 
CloisterBlackI said:
After his long drive Harris reached his destination, Detroit. This area of Detroit was also fairly clear of the infected, perhaps because that horde had zombies belonging to this area. He was real tired as he hadn't had any rest for most of e day and has already gone through lots of trouble. Laying his eyes on an old apartment, he noticed a light, likely a lense flare. His eyes closed slightly as he walked out of the car cautiously, before yelling. "Hello? Anybody there? I'm not hostile!"  It could've been a stupid idea if there was nobody because the infected would notice or that person could be hostile, but it would be his best bet to meet someone who might help him. He waited for a reply.
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Micheal nearly feel out of the tree when he yelled. He climbed out of the tree making quite alot of noise and yelled out the opening 


""Yea!!! What do you need!" He says grabbing his .22 and loading it. Leaning up against the door and looking out the peepphole. Seeing if he can Locate him on the streets, but it didn't see that far so he went back to the opening in the wall to listen for a response.
 
Yappi said:
Micheal nearly feel out of the tree when he yelled. He climbed out of the tree making quite alot of noise and yelled out the opening 


""Yea!!! What do you need!" He says grabbing his .22 and loading it. Leaning up against the door and looking out the peepphole. Seeing if he can Locate him on the streets, but it didn't see that far so he went back to the opening in the wall to listen for a response.
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"I'm headed to Canada where it might be safer, care to join me?!" Harris shouted back. It was kinda awkward that he asked a random stranger who he knows little about for help, as it was likely that now nobody would trust each other but it was worth a try. Surviving in this new world would be hard to do by yourself, and he's going to need as much help as he can.
 
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