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The world’s gone to hell.

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The dead rose up from their graves. Society collapsed. The world fell dark. City by city, state by state, country by country – the world fell dark. The old world, and the rules of it, disappeared, and a new one replaced it. Survival became the key. You either lived to survive by whatever means necessary. Or you fall. With some of the darkest groups of people forming, killing, murdering, the list goes on. The game is survival.


The Dead Hills is apocalyptic role play, taking place several years after an epidemic plagued the world, and the dead started to walk again. It is a reboot of an old RP.

PLEASE NOTE: Anyone from the original RP, you're automatically welcomed back into it, if you want to join. Y'all know who you are.


In the hills of the mountainous West Virginia, people are trying to survive. Some in large, organized groups, large or small, some lone wolves. With a virus evolving and mutating, new sorts of undead start appearing. On top of this, following an abnormally heavy winter and heavy rains, mudslides are occurring often. Resources are running low, groups are getting more frantic. With the increasing threat of the undead and their new mutated forms, and dark individuals out there looking to take advantage of the people fighting to live, the situation only gets worse.


But in these hills, a dark secret lies in them, one each group is desperately trying to uncover. What is the dark secret? What is lying in these hills of West Virginia?

 

[Peacemaker .45]

The fuel gauge slowly ticked towards "E" as the small town came closer.

“Son of a bitch,” sighed an annoyed Jennifer. “We’re stopping here, my tank’s almost gone,” she said out loud in her Cummins.

The truck pulled into the small town, one almost something like a western in the design of the buildings. Great hills and mountains surrounded it. The town was desolate. The grass was all overgrown, vines and vegetation grew on the buildings, with other nature slowly reclaiming the land taken from her and used by people.

After going into the town a bit, Jennifer turned the shift knob into park, and looked around the area, observing the premises for any undead and/or living people.

“Time to get out,” Jennifer said to Jake in the passenger seat, getting out of the truck. “Keep your eyes peeled, kid.”

Getting out of her truck, she turned to Holliday’s truck, where Austin and Tammy were. Opening up the rear door, Jennifer grabbed her AR-15, making sure to grab a couple magazines and that her sight is still working. She then grabbed a gas can, and turned towards Holliday’s truck, tapping the red gas can, indicating she needed more fuel. Jennifer then got out her backpack and strapped the can on the back.

“Watch my back,” she said to Jake as she tapped and racked her sidearm.

As the girl walked and scanned the surrounding area, she found a gas station, an Exxon Mobil, around the corner. With a satisfied grin, she walked to the pumps, which indicated they had diesel. Since the power was out, Jennifer knew getting fuel would be difficult with how the Exxon gas stations were built. Luckily, they were required to have a backup generator to pump the fuel. Worst comes to worst, she had a hand crank suction left pump.

Checking the gas station out, she looked around for any threats. But it was quiet. The town was quiet. However, Jennifer didn’t let this make her feel safe. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. Not after the Manor.

The Manor, she thought to herself. How the fuck did that happen?

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They thought they were safe. The fencing around the Manor was sound. To Jennifer’s dismay, they left the young girl Nicole out on watch. She was young and nervous. They let a false feeling of safety overcome them. They let their guard down. They all woke up at around 4 in the morning. The surrounding woods were set ablaze. The fences were seemingly burned down or knocked down in some areas. The garage by the woods was on fire, and it was spreading fast. A wall of flames surrounded them, undead coming through on fire in large numbers, some burning completely and losing their legs, making them stump of an undead clawing towards the place.

She remembers it so vividly. Waking up, the heat growing, and the glow of the fire blinding her through her bedroom window. It took her a second to figure out what was going on. When she did, she sprung to action. She grabbed her meds, her backpack, AR, and her keys.

Austin was already up. He was a fireman before it happened. He ran to wake up others. Jennifer was able to run out to her truck and load up supplies, whatever she could for a bit. But the the undead started coming in larger numbers, and the fire spread.

They tried to get to get everyone and everything. But the fire was spreading quick, and flaming undead were breaking through the fragile and cracked windows, spreading the fire downstairs. A few made their way to the stairs, and it too was on fire. Jennifer had to stand at the top of the stairs, firing down upon the undead, the gunshots ringing and deafening her ears since she didn’t have a suppressor or ear pro on.

As they frantically tried to make their way out, they tried to grab all supplies needed. They didn’t get everything. Luckily, Jennifer kept some supplies in her truck for a, week long scouting mission she was going to take. But she didn’t have everything. She was missing a lot of her supplies. Some food, water, clothing were already in the fire’s way. They had no choice but to leave it. And some of the others were trying to get their stuff. Nicole was gone. No one knew where she was. Patch was in the garage. No one heard anything from there, and the fire was making it impossible to get there. Jake, Austin, Jennifer, Tammy and Holliday were all fighting to get out. They did, and they made it to the trucks. But they knew they were missing several. But the fire was spreading. The undead were charging into the fire in the Manor. It looked like a sea of flames, and undead walking around ablaze.

And then the Manor collapsed. But there was no time. They had to get in their vehicles and go. There was nothing they could do for their allies at this point. So they left. And they eventually headed south more. And that’s what lead them to where they are now, in West Virginia.

But to this day, no one knows where the fire came from, and how it started. Jennifer feels that someone started it. It’s the only thing that makes sense. But why? Why would someone do that and who would do that to them? She has her feelings that Axehead was responsible for it. She knows at times, there was tension. Some members didn’t quite like her group. But Hive and Vulcan liked them. Still, she feels someone there, or all of them, are responsible. But she doesn’t know.

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Jennifer turned the switch to the generator at the back of the gas station. It still had juice, surprisingly.

“Jake, do me a favor and stay here,” she said as she looked back towards the direction of the truck.

Wanting not to waste the power, she turned it off and ran back to the truck. Jumping in, she brought it over to the pump. She first filled the truck’s fuel tank up, and was able to fill up 7 five gallon cans. Thankfully, diesel wasn’t as hard to find at gas stations, since less vehicles used it. But it was harder to find on the road, and some stations didn’t have it.

With the tank filled, and the cans as well, she looked at the sky. It was cloudy, and the sun was setting. They had maybe 45 minutes of light left.

“Alright, let’s go meet up with Holliday, Tammy and Austin, see what we want to do,” Jennifer said to Jake after putting the cans in the bed.

“It’s getting dark soon. We need to hunker down for the night.”

As Jennifer walked towards the driver seat, she noticed a flag on a flagpole near her truck. The pole was broken from a car that crashed into it. The flagpole was rested two feet from the ground, with it blowing in the slight wind. The stripes were all frayed, some of them not stitched to the others. Jennifer walked up to it. She studied it for a moment, remembering how much that flag meant to her. It reminded her of another time, where the world was different, she was different. It reminded her of the time she was a young girl, dealing with illness and exercising the donor heart she had. That flag meant a lot to her then, and now.

Jennifer grabbed the flag, and released it from the flagpole. She carefully kept it from hitting the ground, and proceeded to fold the flag the way it should be. With the trifold flag in her hands, she walked back to the truck, and said nothing to Jake.

Jennifer didn’t say much since the kidnapping at the hospital awhile back. Nearly getting raped, having to watch others die brutally, seeing the things those people did, and having to kill others to fend for her life changed her. The horrors changed her. She’s cold now, she’s angry. She feels hate, she feels a rush when she kills someone living. It excites her. And she’s wrongly killed people because of that rush she wanted. Austin saw this. And she was about to take her life upon realizing the monster she became. But he stopped her. They were essentially even at this point. She didn’t feel much these days. She struggles with herself. She struggles with her demons inside. She doesn’t deal with them, she dodged them instead. And she doesn’t let anyone help her. She tries keeping to herself. She likes to be left alone for the most part, but she wants to protect the group and the people who made it out.

Looking to her left, she noticed a small diner. The windows were all blown out. Glass was everywhere. A corpse was lying against the window, a peace of glass through its head. Another one was laying against the wall. The head was not there, but the shotgun still was. Stained blood was all over the wall behind it. The sign was also stained with blood. She couldn’t make out the words. The blood was all over it. A couple more bodies were there. Some lined up as if they were shot one after another. Some showed signs of a fight, with bullet holes everywhere. One body in the middle of the street was barely together. Some sort of explosive seemed to have taken that guy out. He was missing both legs, and the right half of his body. Jennifer kept an eye on that, should there be any threats. But the fight looks long over from her vantage point. It was a mess of bullet holes, body parts and blood.

As Jennifer looked away and back to her truck. But as she reached the truck and Jake, she heard footsteps behind her, in a building, stepping on what sounded like glass. Jennifer immediately raised her AR, her hand on the pressure switch for her Surefire weapon light. After what she saw at the diner, she expected something bad. The window was cracked, and the building was dark inside. She walked behind a small wall on the opposite side of the road. She raised her rifle and hit the light switch. Her Surefire lit up the inside. But she saw nothing.

“If there’s anyone in there, get the fuck out or I’ll shoot,” she commanded whomever was in the building to do, should they be alive.

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[Cosmosis]

Jacob Everneil​

Jacob had finished splitting another row of wood for winter and bagging a few pieces in respective bags to make them easier to bring indoors when the need arose and had taken up refuge in his bed for the night after he found out he wasn't on guard duty that night. A few manor people had joked about how he lead a group yet still hadn't really shot a gun but that didn't bother him. He just needed to not be involved with humans and only The Lost and he'd do just fine.

Course, that's just not how it worked now did it? Jake had been woken up by frantic yelling as footsteps raced about the manor. Being dumb he rolled off of his bed and slowly got up. When he stood however, he was met with the haze of smoke. Cherry, ash, locust, all kinds of wood was being burnt and suddenly it hit the teen. The forest was on fire.

With the knowledge of the area being on fire, Jake slammed his door so hard it nearly came off of it's hinges. Setting the door up so it didn't fall Jacob went down the stairs three at a time and ran to the kitchen with a bag in hand and tossed some cans in it before opening a drawer and took three of the flashlights in one drawer and a few lighters being in his big clumsy farmer's hands from another drawer. shoving the items in his bag the kid looked around, sweat forming all over his body.

Sprinting from the kitchen he went into a bathroom and smashed the door down with his shoulder, hissing as he did it. Opening the cabinet he took a towel and wrapped it around his head mentally knowing he'd be called a 'towel head' by the others as he did. Shoving whatever was in another cabinet into his filling-up bag, Jake ran out of the bathroom and outside.

There was Jennifer, a girl he had heard went through quite the fair share of shit in her time and Austin, a grumpy fireman, looking stone cold and serious running from the manor. Then the corpses came into view.

"Follow me kid!" Jennifer had yelled to him, so he did as told. The lady had brought him to a truck and he tossed his bag in the door before stopping dead. He had forgot something important. Something that had become a memento for him and a trademark. His axe.

"Give me a few minutes Miss! I'll be right back! If you have to, leave me and get the hell outta here!" Jake yelled over the sounds of gunfire and crackling wood.

Bolting off, the farmer slammed one of The Lost sending it spinning off into the ground as he ran towards the shed which he knew his axe was there. But it was on fire... That didn't matter. Not to him. He hadn't the time to think about it.

Another one of The Lost started shambling in his way and he let out a cry, punching it as he went by, it's face bouncing on the ground while Jake ran off towards the burning shed. Skidding to a halt he looked around. Jen was taking down any Lost that got too close and didn't seem to be overrun. Turning towards the shed, he saw his axe glinting in the hungry flames of the shed's fire.

"God fucking damnit..." He moaned before sucking it up. He dashed in and took the Axe handle, tossing it out while he grabbed two handfuls of wood-bags, two bags in each hand and got them out, hitting the embers out of one of the bags.

Moving the wood over to one hand, he exhaled angrily. They were definitely heavy. Lumbering over to his axe, he picked it up with his free hand and ran around The Lost, getting to a quite angry Jennifer much slower then either of them wanted. The wood was tossed in the back with his Axe and the truck roared to life before they took off away from the manor for who knows how long. Jake just hoped everyone got out but he knew not everyone could make it. It was just how the world was now.
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Jake was woken up by Jennifer telling him to watch the truck. sliding to the door, he got out and snagged his axe. Coughing into his arm, the farmer sighed. "Ya know, i'm pissed i lost all of that wood i spent time splitting as well as some of the wood others split. You know how much we lost Jennifer?" He moaned.

It wasn't like Jake was cranky from waking up. It was more-so the fact he had ran through the fire and now scored himself a few burns that were really annoying as it made him feel weird to have the bandages on some of the deeper burns. Plus, they were in a town.

Looking around, Jake noticed a corpse laying on the sidewalk with glass in its skull. The teen just snorted at the sight before seeing the diner it was by had the window shattered and its metal shutter-gate ripped open by something. It was quite unnerving to say the least but then again, he had definitely seen much worse. Deciding not to let his thoughts run him into hallucination Jacob checked his blood-caked axe. While running to the car he had knocked one of The Lost on their feet while he shaved another-one's face off mere seconds afterwards, the blood splattering on his towel he had had on. Even the bone looked dead in the bastards as the shadows of flickering flames danced on their dead yet walking body.

What a sight though. To see so many of The Lost in one place and many being caught on fire due to their decomposing bodies being better suited to light-up. Shaking his head, Jake expelled the thoughts.

It was pretty quiet out for being so late. And in this world, silence was no stranger to anyone. But certian silences were unnerving still to the day. Like the silence in a town where it once was full of noise. That's why, after Jennifer came back and he heard something move in the little diner/shop, Jake called out

"Jennifer. Be careful! We don't know what may be in that building."

Getting ready to charge if Jen gave the word that she wasn't going to shoot, he was ready to swing at nearly anything that came through that mangled metal shutter. Human or Lost, Jake would kill them and block their face so he didn't deal with it later tonight when he slept.
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Simon Petrikov​

Simon had heard noises in the distance and looked about for somewhere to go into so he could hide from anyone coming through the town. Looking across the road, he saw a shop that somehow looked unraided. Taking three quick strides across the road, the man knew the front door had to be locked pretty well and with the metal shutters it was no real coincidence the place seemed untouched. So with a well aimed running shot, Simon let out a grunt and swung his two handed meat tenderizer on steroids named Tendy Roids in the English language and the glass shattered around him in brilliant shards, bouncing against the mossy and cracked sidewalk, the metal shutter screeching like a Jurassic park pterodactyl as it was ripped open by the sharp thick spiked end of Tendy Roids. Spinning his melee weapon around to the more blunt yet still just as deadly, blood coated side, Simon aimed another blow into the metal shutter to make it look like someone made it big enough to get stuff out easier and went inside the dark shop.

Dust was everywhere and you could smell it in the air as you saw it in the light from the opening. Simon could swear it was like dust clouds in the old western movies around his feet made of common household dust every step he took. No doubt it hadn't been raided at that point but he also wasn't going to risk his flashlight being on when those vehicles went by.

Crouching down, he set Tendy down flat beside him as he gripped it's handle with his large Russian hands, feeling M&N right on his thighs shift with his legs as he hunkered down in the dark. Course, his size was pretty tall but this would help mask it if anyone came in. Hollow-point Acupunture Realism (Or HAR for short) was right against his back and his four spare clips were right on his chest with a grenade couple secured tightly on his hairy chest as well. HAR had twenty three HP bullets left in it's current clip and three other HP full clips and one half empty normal clip he used for practice.

The vehicle he had heard turned out to be two trucks and by the sound of it the big boys were running low on their Diesel. He should have checked on the pumps he had passed but that was too late now. He cursed in his mind and fought back the urge to spit. Hearing a girl command someone and call them kid made him think she may have been a leader. That same kid sounded like a farmer's son and had called her Jessica while his name appeared to be Jacob. Sure, he wouldn't mind subduing these people but he didn't want to risk it right now, specially if they had good working vehicles with them. He wasn't that cruel unless the people were little piz'das like a panzie scottish man he knew named Archie Mckeegan.

Him and Archie Mckeegan had what you would call an acquaintanceship. Friendly enough for some parts but not near friends. With the two constantly butting heads on who's home country was better, they seemed enemies. Simon however, knew Russia was much better then Scotland because they didn't have to throw little sticks to appear strong to other countries. The children back in Russia wrestled bears and his mother could whip his ass still to this day if she was alive due to picking up real logs in the mother country. Hell, they could handle their Vodka like it was water from age 13 and above.

Speaking of Vodka, Simon needed a long swig of it right about now. Forgetting people were around and how quiet it was, he took a nice long swig from one of his countless flasks scattered on his body and his backpack as he shifted his position, glass crunching underfoot as his weight was redistributed.

“If there’s anyone in there, get the fuck out or I’ll shoot,” The girl;Jessica had commanded.

"Ah Derr'mo!" Simon growled as he spat off further into the shop as he stood to his full height and went to the opening he had made what seemed like an eternity ago. Before coming out he switched his grip of Tendy Roids, letting the giant weapon's head poke out before him like a large flat metal shield and he came behind it, a gust of wind making his brown beard sway in the dimming sky.

"Ah hello there fellow survivors! I see you heard me. Good ears eh?" Simon let out a laugh to show he meant no trouble yet. If they tried to subdue him, they wouldn't get far and he made it clear when he spun his tenderizer like a simple broom like that lad should be using right about now inside the shop he had emerged from. Letting Tendy hit the ground with a long crack forming in the already broken concrete sidewalk he took a few gulps from his vodka letting out a satisfied "Aaaah~..." as he quivered slightly in delight. Vodka was great. No argument would tell him it wasn't and any person who did would be convinced when he made them chug a barrel of it while he sung the Russian anthem. Picking up Tendy again, he Once again twirled it to show he wasn't gonna subdue himself, but his face also wasn't set in a scowl like that girl's was either. It was right then Simon wished Archie was around so he could make him look bad to the newcomers for being a little crybaby hopscotch playing playground girl from Scotland who couldn't even handle a shot glass of kracken let alone half a bottle of a Smirnoff.
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[idalie]

ARCHIE "THE SCOTSMAN" MCKEEGAN​

Now, Archie hated the apocalypse. He really did. The damn thing got in his way. He had a future planned out, a nice long retirement, pretty wife, few kids. A dog or two. And a house in the Scottish highlands. Now that'd be the life. Of course, it never went his way. And this whole dead rising malarky seemed like God flipping the bird harder than usual. He remembered being dragged to Sunday school - but the bible seemed straight up lying since he saw no horsemen coming for his damned soul. The big Scotsman, was in fact, sunbathing. Yes - on a day like this. Archie took up the corner of a porch, hidden from view with a pair of aviators shades balanced on his nose. A book in hand, bottle of nice Scotch, feet up; Archie was living the life. For the presumed end of creation that was.​

Nevertheless, the moment vehicles began rolling up, combined with shouts - he practically deflated in disappointment. "All I ask fer is one fookin' quiet day, wiv' nae dead and nae livin'. Almost as bad as that Russian suckin' my dick 'cause he can't think up nae good insults. And what a feckin' hypocrite." Sliding the sunglasses down, he peered over them and around the corner at the young woman. Pretty face, not so pretty gun. Picking up his firearm, he held it in a lowered position whilst hoisting himself up with a grunt. "Och aye feck me, I need tae start stretchin' out more. Now that PE teacher o' mine would be proud o' that thought." Tucking the novella under his arm, (which was some cheap book about the Vietnam war), McKeegan threw his rucksack over his shoulder and tucked the small bottle of Scotch in his back pocket.

"Ay-up, 'ello lass, don't mind me. Ain't got no bones to pick. But if yer gonnae kill that bloke, shoot his cock off for me. Ain't got a use fer it if he's always suckin' someone else's." The Scotsman winked. Rubbing a hand over his thick, dark blonde mess of a beard. But through it, his shaggy appearance only seemed to accentuate the twinkle in his eyes. "If you shoot me, on the other hand, I oughta remind you, do that and chivalry is truly dead. I still hold doors open fer the women, even if they're corpses at least. And I'll never know how he finds all those feckin' bottles of Smirnoff around. It's like a feckin' bloodhound fucked his ma and they had this horrific alcoholic between them." The Scotsman pretended to shudder.

Standing there, in his somewhat frayed attire, axe on his hip, shotgun on his shoulder, he reached for his cigarettes. Sliding one between his chapped lips, Archie used the plastic lighter to flare the fluid into life and touch the tobacco with the flickers till the end glowed amber. "Can I offer you one luv? Leave this arse be, he's as used as a whore on Friday night in Glasgow." Smoke was left to wisp a veil around his head whilst speaking, half focused on the small confrontation. "I mean, his bloody names the same as that presenter - or used to be. Youse never seen XFactor in Britain, but ach, who was that fuckin' guy. Fat bastard he was. Sat next to Cheryl Cole." He repetitively clicked his fingers, before pointing at the Russian. "Simon Cowell! That was it. Nae one gets the reference, but we'll roll with it."

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[Peacemaker .45]

“No,” replied Jennifer, to the Scotsman after offering a drink to her. “And don’t call me ‘love,’ ‘cause I ain’t your ‘love,’ got it?”

Jennifer never let her gun point anywhere but the two men as they both came into view. There was a Russian and a Scotsman. The whole situation confused Jennifer. The two acted like friends who hated each other but couldn’t live without one another. Not only this, but they seemed to present themselves as if they were no harm to Jennifer and her group. In her time surviving, she knew better than to trust someone right off the bat. She wondered if this could perhaps have been a setup. This was something not uncommon, which she herself had come across before. She didn’t want to take any chances.

“I have absolutely no reason to trust you. Both of you, hands up, weapons on the ground. Now,” she said to the Russian and the Scotsman, emphasizing the “now” part.

“Alright, assholes,” she started, keeping her gun pointed at them, “I don’t have a single reason to not put a round through both of your skulls. This little ‘nice’ act I’ve seen before. And each time, it was a setup.”

Jennifer walked around them, keeping her gun on them, while scanning them and the surrounding area for any signs of anyone else that could indicate a setup. This whole time, Jennifer could feel the adrenaline pumping in her, the fight for her to pull the trigger. But for some reason, she fought it. She wondered for a second if maybe she’s turning back into who she was. She blocked this out for now. It wasn’t the time or place for this. She walked back to her truck, and reached in the back seat and pulled out a Benelli shotgun and walked to Jake.

“Take this, I’m going to go get the rest to come over here and deal with this,” she said as she handed the shotgun to him.

“As for you two, I’m feeling nice today. I’ll ge the rest to see what we’ll do with you,” she said walking away from them to get the others.

Before she rounded the corner of a building, she turned back to the two.

“And I’ll shoot both of your cocks off, not just one, if it comes down to this,” she said, looking at the Scotsman as she said it, before going around the corner.

Once around the corner, she walked through the streets, the earth slowly taking them back. She walked towards Holliday’s truck. She saw Austin out and walked towards him.

“Need your help, we got two guys who... well I have no idea what the fuck is going on. Mind coming over and lending a hand with dealing with them,” she asked him.

“I left Jake with them, I need to get back because the kid’s not proven for this. But we need help dealing with this. Head over as soon as you can,” she said, before walking back to where Jake and the two men were.

“Any problems,” she asked Jake when she walked back to them, holding her hand out. “Shotgun,” she said simply.

“We’re going to get some other people to help deal with you two. You want my trust? Earn it. I don’t give trust out. Only fools do that,” she said as she stared them both in the eyes, still somewhat convinced there was still a setup at play.

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[Crono]

Austin had been snoozing softly in the passenger seat of the truck. He'd taken the chance whilst it was Holliday's turn to drive, and honestly he could use the rest. At some point he'd startled awake, jolting slightly in his seat as he became aware of his surroundings. They were stopped, Holliday was right outside of the truck doing god knows what. Austin let himself relax a little before sitting up in the seat and clearing his throat then exited the vehicle himself. "You should have woke me up." He told the man, rounding the front of the truck. But was rather abruptly greeted by Jennifer speaking about some people that she'd left Jake with. "You left them with the kid?" Austin groaned internally then reached into his shoulder holster for his gun. Why the woman hadn't sent Jake to collect him and Holliday instead was beyond him. Whether or not Holliday was going to be joining them Austin turned to give the young man a look to let him know that he was going to be following Jennifer.

It wasn't a terribly long walk, he'd left after the woman and stayed a good twenty feet behind, not attempting to catch up. Once he'd arrived moments after her Austin eyed the two strangers, both large in their own right, though the older one looked to be the more formidable. Pistol in hand, though pointed down at the ground non-threateningly for the moment. His attention fell back towards Jennifer before he spoke, "So what the hell is the problem exactly?" Fact was Jenn had literally relayed zip about what was going on.
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[Peacemaker .45]

“What,” Jennifer asked in slight annoyance because Austin was annoyed that she left him with the people. “I gave him my good shotgun. He could blow their damn head off if they tried anything.”

Jennifer took back her shotgun and put it in the truck. She looked around a bit. She was still convinced it was a setup. She was, however, still feeling this was a setup of some sorts. She kept looking around for any signs of anything out of the ordinary, before Austin asked what was going on. She thought for a second.

“Honestly, I have no idea what’s going on. We came and got diesel, and as I was finished filling all cans up, I heard stuff from inside that building right there that they’re up against. Then that guy,” she said pointing to the Scotsman, came out of nowhere and started talking about... well, I don’t know. He was all over the place.”

As Jennifer was talking, she thought she saw some reflection from a building down the road. She couldn’t tell if it was a reflection not to be concerned about, or if it was something like scope glint. She didn’t want to alarm someone, should it be a person with a rifle.

Jennifer walked over to Austin and whispered into his ear.

“Possible scope reflection down the road, third floor, third window from the left. Walk back this way to my truck normally, you’ll be out of a view. I think this might be a setup.”

Jennifer walked back to her truck and reached into her truck, and took out her SRS, and two walkie talkies, and handed one to Austin.

“I’m going to check this out, stay back. Interrogate these guys a bit,” she said before she left to be between the buildings and get a better vantage point on the potential gunman.

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[Cosmosis]

Simon Petrikov​

SImon growled at the scot. "You're lucky i don't crack ya skull in hopscotch man." Simon said with a playful tone if you knew him. Sure. He hated Archie, but that hate was also a willingness to defend him. So when he was told to put his hands up, he replied with a smirk.

"Let us see you attempt to pry my hands off of my weapon miss Jennifer." Simon taunted. If he was to hurt them, why wouldn't he take out M&N and point at the two himself? Oh thats why. He knew they weren't a threat. That farm boy seemed reluctant to stand near the girl let alone Simon and Archie.

"Do you think we haven't run into the same act? And dealt with it ourselves? I mean no harm and i'm sure this wannabe Archer doesn't mean any harm either." Simon said with an even tone as the girl walked off, tossing a shotgun to the kid, Jake.It wasn't his problem unless the child threatened him.

"Keep the gun down or i'll have to detain it boy. Got it?" Simon warned, to where Jake just shrugged his shoulders. It was obvious he was indiffrent on the situation but the way he held the gun showed he had no experience with guns. Just a kid who hadn't seen much shit obviously. Or he knew how to handle himself without a gun, just like Simon himself but who knew in this world.

Jake had taken the gun and almost dropped it all in one go which had been quite funny to say the least. Taking a swig of Vodka the Russian looked about. The Scotsman was doing just as he was to a degree. Not tensing up. An ArcMon combo was devastating to anyone as one would take a hit and the other would break the attacker. But the two men seeing eye to eye was hard to achieve. Right now though, Archie should have taken the hint that now wasn't the time to mess around as normal.

As The man looked around Simon caught light of what seemed like a scope up in a building, aiming right towards him and the others. Most would be ready to flee or tense up but the Russian only took another swig of his Vodka. No need to panic just yet as the scope was still moving as if they searched for something or someone.

"Hey Archer? You see a wanna-be sun up high like i do?" Simon asked, purposefully cryptic, hoping to fool anyone who could read lips yet hoping the other man could understand what he said. Then, Jennifer came back with some man who seemed quite grumpy. "Ah. Another person! I doubt it's just you folks for two big trucks. Is there... Perhaps someone else with you, making this alleged set-up turn to you?" The man asked, smirking slightly under his beard. He knew how to speak when it came down to it.

The girl had seen the light as well. Simon could bet some ammo on it but he wasn't in the mood to bet. Hands going to his hair, the big man carried it over to the right before placing his hands on M&N. If there was gonna be a gunfight, he may as well be partially ready right?

"Don't be alarmed sir. I'd rather not try a quick draw on you. I'm not the best at it i assure you." Simon didn't want a trigger pulled yet. Not now. He didn't want to cause commotion until he had time to secure his Vodka safely. When he could do that, if that 'Wannabe Sun' decided to shoot out some solar-flares, his guns would have no problem letting their innards fly out towards the 'Sun'. 'I dare ya boy. Let the first few shots fly. They won't last against a storm of bullets from all of us. i'll assure you that.' He thought, a slight tense building when a radio was handed off to Mr.GroompyPants and that bossy female walked off towards the reflector with a determined look laid onto her brow like a curtain.

 

[idalie]

ARCHIE "THE SCOTSMAN" MCKEEGAN​

"What a dish, aye?" He winked at Simon, motioning toward Jennifer. "Look, I did nae want to get involved, it was this idiot who decided to start musclin' up and all." Archie put his hands up in mock surrender. "Which is why I'm gonnae sit-down. Did my back in a few days ago after I fell down some stairs, and it weren't from bein' chased by women." With that, he puffed on his cigarette and casually sank down to the ground, sitting with his legs out whilst opening up his book again. "Oi, Ruski, Simon ye fat bastard, be careful with them. They're only little. We both know these darlin' people ain't got nae sense more than a fried Mars bar." The Scotsman, lay his shotgun across his lap, watching the woman disappear in confusion and annoyance.
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"Ach, whos this we got left with. He looks like the lost member of the virginity club." McKeegan chuckled, "Nae mean nothin' by it lad. Well, maybe a little bit. Gotta try and assert yourself with a fuckin' gun, you get me? Works with most weapons. That's why skinny as shit muggers who are thin as weeds can get a woman's purse. If he's holding the knife like a toddler whos been given a fuckin' sticker, he's gonnae get a whack on the noggin."

Archie then began to laugh as more people began showing themselves. "You call these people Sir, and what do I get? You're a fuckwit." Nevertheless, the situation adjusted dramatically as he noticed the tension build in Simon's expression. Following his gaze upward. "Aye ... this has been fun, fellas. Maybe though, itta be best we try see eye tae eye instead of barrel to barrel." The Scotsman got up to his feet slowly, tossing the book aside. "Loada crap anyway." Archie walked with a street swagger, as some would call it. Slightly hunched, shoulders tensed up, and a mean sort of steps. Sniffing to himself, he intently scrutinised Austin. Grumpy looking bloke, but certainly in good enough health to do some damage.

"Interrogate? If ye wanted tae know me life story, I woulda written youse a nice autobiography whilst I was watchin' the world end. Now, we should look around, and think 'bout the fact I don't give a shit about strangers threats. Yer all probably a bunch of sweethearts for all I know. But what I dae know, is up in that fuckin' buildin' is none of my business. Simon here, he's as dumb as a kettle of fish and has weird ears, but that's about all I know him for. So if you'd excuse me, I gotta go find me a nice place tae not have any fuckin' guns in my face, only my own." Archie cracked a grin, and began to move off.

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[Crono]

Austin hated these kinds of situations, he truly did. And Jennifer seemed to just attract them, and then drag him into it. When the woman leaned in to mention a potential third person Austin let out a small sigh and nodded, "We should just leave." He tried telling her but she was already set, handing him a walkie. Austin turned his head looking towards the two strangers as she left. The man found out very quickly that the pair weren't exactly from around here, considering both had thick accents of a different kind as well as slang word that he didn't have the easiest time identifying the meaning of each time. Jenn wanted him to interrogate them, which out of their options seemed the worst.

"I'm not looking to fire any shots." Austin shot back at Simon mention a quick draw, "But if you give me a damned reason then I won't have any issue with it." Austin took a step back so that he was leaning back against Jennifer's truck, walkie in one hand and gun in the other he eyed the two of them. Specifically the Scotsman when he decided to move and eye Austin, it wasn't hard to decipher that he was deciding how much of a threat Austin could be. The once Firefighter knew he wasn't a pushover but this stranger had both mass and height on him, Austin wasn't incompetent enough to think if the two had at it that his chances of coming out on top were high.

And then the other man decided he'd had enough and was leaving. Archie only took a step or two before Austin's gun was raised and pointed at him in warning, "Nuh uh uh. I'd suggest not going anywhere until we're seeing eye to eye." Austin reiterated the mans own words, despite them he'd offered nothing up in an attempt. Despite the two strangers seemingly dislike of each other Austin still glanced at the other one to keep an eye on him. "You might not give much of a shit about strangers threats but I can guarantee I don't make them lightly." His voice was stern as he kept his narrowed eyes on the man.​

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[Peacemaker .45]

Ignoring Austin’s apparent displeasure of the situation and seemingly Jennifer’s actions, she walked between buildings to try and enter one and get a better vantage point. From the street by the gas station, it was down the road. But she needed to be quick and careful. Whoever was here knew the lay of the land better than she did. And home field advantage comes a long way these days when trying to survive.

With the SRS slung over her back, her AR-15 in hands and 1911 on holstered on her waist, she began to walk in a manner that one would see in the days of militaries. Knees bent, leaning forward, gun planted firmly in her shoulder, she moved the gun with her eyes as she combed the surrounding areas. Tactically, she was at the disadvantage. She was walking between buildings in a small alleyway between them, with parts that brand off to the streets and with buildings with windows above. She could easily be ambushed or shot at. And she knew this.

With that in the back of her mind, she looked for places she could enter to take a look on what’s going on. She had to be quiet. Whomever the people were that seemed to be scoping them out, they thought that they had the element of surprise on their side. But the truth is, she could turn their feelings of security through their false sense of security into a surprise that ultimately could throw confusion amuck.

After going past two buildings that didn’t look promising, she walked upon a third one. She looked around, gun going wherever her eyes went. An undead was in the distance, and it could become a threat. But taking it out could alert them, and the noise it made could also alert them to someone in Jennifer’s vicinity. She had to make a quick decision to let it go on-for now.

Against the door, she wiggles the knob slowly and quietly. It was locked. But, Jennifer has come across enough locked doors to become accustomed to lock picking. Taking out a bobby pin and a small flathead screwdriver, she inserted the bobby pin, shaped in a particular way, and started pushing the pins in the lock. After twenty seconds or so, it unlocked. Putting the tools away, she picked up her gun and slowly opened the door, trying to avoid a creaking noise. But as with most things in the world now, the door wasn’t lubricated, and the hinges were rusty. It made noise, a considerable one for such a small area. It could easily be heard if anyone was inside. Still wanting to stay quiet, she closed the door behind her and looked around inside. It was dark, but using her weapon mounted flashlight was too dangerous. It could alert anyone. Jennifer knew this, and she wished she had brought that military spec night vision she found in a national guard armory a couple weeks ago. She wishes shs had that and the goodies and such she found there. If it was to her tactical advantage, she would use it. Of course, her Realtree camo was useful in the woods, but in urban settings, it wasn’t in the slightest.

Slowly moving up the stairs, she took each step with great caution. But even then, the creaks of old wooden floorboards coming up couldn’t be stopped. If someone was in there, her potential for surprise was all but compromised. She started to walk a bit faster up the stairs. Thankfully, this building wasn’t large. It was generally one single big room per floor. This meant sweeping the floor for threats would be easy.

Upon making it to the third floor, she looked around, making sure nothing that could cause alarm for her and her safety. With the area clear, she moved into the big room on the third floor. It was an office building of some sorts, but the whole place was a mess. It seemed to have held people trying to survive at one point, with empty food cans and water bottles all over.

With the floor swept and clear, Jennifer walked back to the door into the the floor and closed it and locked it. She then immediately ran to the window and took the SRS off her back. She checked the magazine, making sure it was loaded and and then attached her suppressor, which was easy since it was a quick detach suppressor, something that became increasingly popular on the civilian market before the New World came.

With the rifle in hand, Jennifer looked through the optic where she last say the potential scope glint. She carefully adjusted the zoom of the optic, trying to get the best and clearest view she could of the place. As she looked in, sure enough, she saw a man, while slightly obscure, with a rifle, pointed in the direction of Austin, Jake and the two foreigners. Jennifer cursed internally and quickly picked the radio up.

“Austin. I have one guy with a rifle pointed in your direction. I don’t care who he is, he’s a threat. I’m firing now. Keep a look out for any else out of the ordinary, and for the love of my Lord, don’t let those two assholes get the better of you. Shoot to kill if they try anything. J, out.”

Dropping the walkie talkie, she immediately shouldered the weapon and looked through the optic at the same place, and there the individual was. She could tell he was loading the rifle.

Jennifer’s heart started to pump fast. The adrenaline started taking over. She was on a high, one she enjoys far too much. With a deranged smile on her face, she pulled the bolt of the SRS up and back, then forward and down, clambering a .338 Lapua Magnum round into the chamber. With the crosshairs lined up, Jennifer began to slowly depress the trigger. Once she felt the trigger was about to break, she readied for the delivery of the bullet to the hostile. The trigger broke, and the gun went off.

It wasn’t a quite “pew,” even though it was suppressed. She had only supersonic ammo, therefore meaning the projectile still broke the sound barrier. What sounded like a loud whip cracking filled the air. And in Jennifer’s crosshairs, she saw the round impact the hostile’s head. There wasn’t much left of the head. The hollow point’s expansion caused a temporary cavity so large and powerful that the hostile’s head just burst.

Jennifer’s deranged smile turned to a small giggle. She was satisfied The adrenaline high was strong. She fed off of it. She felt invincible. But Jennifer knew this wasn’t celebration time. They weren’t out of the clear yet. Where there’s one, there’s more.

Cycling the bolt of the SRS, Jennifer then closely studied the streets and buildings around her. Her senses were keen and acute. There was an abnormal silence. Her deranged smile turn into confusion. She cocked her head and an eyebrow. She focus her hearing. Everything was dead quiet. After sitting there for a minute, she saw no sign of any further threats.

“No more threats, I think. Heading back to you,” she radioed to Austin.

With the SRS around her shoulder, and her AR back in hand, she looked out the window one last time to scan for any threats. It again was quiet. She didn’t like this. Walking towards the door, a loud sound went off in the distance, and a hole appeared in the door she was walking to. Jennifer dropped to the floor and moved to cover. She wasn’t out of the woods yet, and nor were the others. She quickly radioed back Austin.

“Taking fire from someone,” she said in the radio as another one went off, impacting a wall near her.

The impact shot some small debris Jennifer’s way. She wasn’t scared, however, with being shot at. In fact, she enjoyed it. Jennifer was neither scared or worried. She was angry. And this gave her more of a reason to release her anger. Ever since that event at the hospital, she was filled with anger and hate. Whoever shot at them poked the wrong hornet’s nest by invoking Jennifer. But now, they had her pinned down.

“Mother fucker,” she exclaimed to herself as another round passed through her cover mere inches away.

The trajectory of where it seems they were coming from was from the building next to the one the other shooter is. This could help her narrow the shooter down. But not with the SRS. She needed to get quick shots off. She peered through the one bullet hole to see if she could locate the shooter. Unfortunately, this had no use to her. The gunman continued to fire in her area. While it was a long durations between the shots, the time between them started to decrease. They were becoming more frequent and random. Again, Jennifer peered through a bullethole. This time, she saw the muzzle flash. She located the position. She was, however, not in position to fire. She needed to move.

Looking around the room, Jennifer considered her options. She could make a rush to the door and exit the floor and go a floor below. But she didn’t know if the floor was clear. It was too risky. There was a collapsed desk. It could offer a good view of the shooter. But she would have to be careful. It was a little bit exposed. But it was her fastest way of taking care of the shooter.

Taking a deep breath, Jennifer got up and darted behind the collapsed desk. Two or three shots in rapid succession followed. When she got there, she ducked behind the desk. She then took her AR and attempted to take a shot. She shot, and so did the gunman. The problem was that for Jennifer, she didn’t take a well placed shot. She took a quick one. But the gunman got a good shot off. The round skimmed the her shoulder. It didn’t do much damaged, but she’ll need stitches. This made Jennifer grow increasingly more angry.

“Alright you mother fucker,” she said, just before standing up, and firing towards the gunman.

Fire was exchanged between Jennifer and the gunman. She pulled the trigger for a suppressive effect. Then, she waited for the man to pop up. When he did, she fired well placed shots. She say the hits and the results. She smiled and chuckled at the little battle.

“You messed with the wrong person, assholes,” she said with satisfaction.

Picking up the radio, she spoke into it.

“It’s over I think. Heading back now.”

Her shoulder started hurting more as the adrenaline wore off. She winced in some pain. But she felt pain from her cheek. Putting her hand to her check, she felt a liquid. Looking at her hand, it was covered in blood. It seems another round skimmed her cheek. Not terrible, but something as well that will need stitches and painkillers. And her need to make sure she doesn’t get an infection from any illness intensified.

Walking back to the group, Jennifer put her rifles in the truck quickly and then pulled out her handgun and aimed it at the two men. The two men were big. She wasn’t. They could easily overpower her. The gun was the equalizer here if they tried anything.

“You mother fuckers set us up,” she said getting closer with her firearm pointed at them. “Who the fuck are you and why are yall shooting at us?”

“You know what, no. Never mind. It doesn’t matter. I’m going to fucking kill you mother fuckers both right now and painfully,” she said in complete anger.

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[idalie]

ARCHIE "THE SCOTSMAN" MCKEEGAN​

His good mood was certainly on the downturn. The Scotsman's expression displayed it; smiles becoming taut and drawn, whilst a twitch manifested in his jaw and eye. A laugh escaped him, harsh and mocking in tone as his gaze bore into Austin and the gun held to him. "Do you think this is a fucking game, son?" He seethed. "'Cause yer pretty friend is gonnae come down those fuckin' steps, and I'm gonnae get executed for somethin' I had no hand in." McKeegan cocked his brows. "I'm just a man tryin' tae live his life in a world that got sent tits up. Nae my place to argue that we're all tryin' tae live it out. But I ain't goin' down without a fuckin' fight if you start pulling this bullshit on me. I work alone. Simon, I just trade with for a few things. Share a few drinks. This ain't my fight, and this ain't how I'm going tae die." His wild gaze, practically weighed down upon the Firefighter.

Nevertheless, at the movement through the corner of his sights, Archie shut his eyes tight momentarily. Jennifer had returned, and her first words didn't bode them well. "I HAD NAE PART IN IT." His bellow tore through the damning silence as he began turning about to face the woman down this time. "You gonnae kill me, huh, you GONNAE KILL ME YOU STONE COLD BITCH?" A finger rose accusingly. "You better think well, and you better think hard about what you want tae do with that gun." He took one heavy step forward toward her. Daring not another in case he set off any triggers. "I know, mercy is somethin' people just don't do nowadays, lass. It comes back tae bite them on the arse. But LISTEN TAE ME. I ain't your man. And I have no family to care for tae even turn that frown into somethin' nicer, I ain't got no kids, no wife, nobody that'd miss me on your godforsaken American soil. But we've suffered enough, haven't we? Haven't you? We're all human, lass. And I know, trust me, I know we've had our cry-worthy stories that drove us tae survive. This ain't survivin'. This ain't justice. You're just driven tae kill." He tilted his head accusingly.

"Think about it. You're about as mindless as those shufflin' corpses, ain't you? So put the guns down. And let us go. For God's sake I'm an ex-logger not some mastermind for your villain position that needs fillin'. I cut down trees, not people. Unlike you over there, who's got an entire armoury up your arse and seems to lug them about for some kind of efficiency. I'd rather be back in Scotland, trust me. Now, let's try this again - I'm going tae leave, and I'm going tae leave with my body intact."

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[Peacemaker .45]

As the Scotsman shouted back at her, Jennifer smiled slightly, especially when called a “stone cold bitch.” She found it satisfying in a sense that someone thought that about her. Deep down, she knew that this was true of her right now. But unbeknownst to anyone but herself, she’s in an internal battle over it. The darker side of her was being fought by who she once was. She didn’t want to be that way. But she couldn’t help it. The darker side of her was winning. This isn’t something she can tackle on her own. One day, she’ll need serious help getting over who she is now and back to who she really is. But then again, this world changes everyone. It brings out the darkest side of people and brings out who one truly is deep down. Is this who Jennifer really was?

The Scotsman went on and on. Jennifer didn’t interrupt. She listened instead. She listened to what he claimed she was. He was right. He barely knew her, but he was right. She was as mindless as the corpses. She was driven to kill. She is dark. She is angry. She lost who she really was. These statements bounced around in her head with increasing intensity. It was getting to her more and more.

As he spoke to her, the adrenaline started wearing off more. The pain from being grazed by the two rounds started to intensify. She began to wince in pain even more. She bit her lip as the pain radiated. She looked momentarily at her shirt. It was wet and bloody. And her cheek was full of blood. She was losing a little too much blood than she could afford.

“Son of a bitch,” she whispered to herself.

The Scotsman said he was going to leave now. Jennifer would not allow this. She walked in front of his path, trying to conceal the pain, and had the gun still pointed at him. She was slightly hunched over, now showing more signs of pain.

“I’m supposed to believe you after getting shot at and hit twice? Like hell I am. Don’t move another inch. If you’re not one of those people, then who the hell are they and why did they look like they were trying to shoot us? Don’t you find it convenient that they showed up when you two did?”

Jennifer struggles to say that. She was in pain. But she sounded weaker than normal.

“Give me a damn good reason to believe you and not blow your mother fucking head off,” said, with anger growing behind the weakness. She was being clouded by anger. She was angry, and in pain. She couldn’t see or think clearly, due to blood loss. She was weak.

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[idalie]

ARCHIE "THE SCOTSMAN" MCKEEGAN​

"If I knew who they were, wouldn't I be sad? Hurt? Angry? I woulda told you who those fellas were if I fuckin' knew. Maybe they're from Simon's crew, maybe they're bandits. but the real thing we should be thinkin' about is diffusin' this fuckin' situation before you blow a hole in my head." Archie reached out his hand in a slow motion. "Come on lass, you ain't thinkin' right. Look at you. Bleedin' all over the place, my maw wouldn't be too pleased if that were me, I can tell you now." McKeegan was more in the position of a zookeeper approaching some wounded lioness in his body language, negotiation being to calm himself and his unlikely adversary who held that firearm increasingly alarmingly. "Wrong bloke at the wrong time. I don't hurt people, that ain't who I am. Especially not other survivors. We're all humanity has left."​

The Scotsman lifted his chin with a sigh. "I can't make you trust me. But you can let me help you. You're hurt, could probably use a couple of shots and a few stitches. I could even make you a complimentary table tae go with it. Man of many talents." He motioned to himself. "Now, lass, take a deep breath. It probably stings like hell, huh?" He let out a small laugh to punctuate his sentence. "That accent - it's Texan, isn't it? I'm not too bad with you and your silly American ways of speakin'. See? I - uh, visited Texas back in the day with my company. Where you from? Must be one of those rural parts, you seem a right gun nut. Life passion?"

He hoped to distract her, bringing up the past and place of her birth in a neat flow of conversation. Furthermore, he presented himself as open. Genuine. Or at least, he did his best to. Honesty was best in any situation unless it potentially set off an angry girl holding a gun. "I'm a long way from home myself. Scotland - might've noted from the accent. Occasionally people get it wrong. Sayin' I'm Irish. Nothin' wrong with it, just annoyin' ain't it? I once met a nice woman who made me haggis for the first date we went on. I shoulda told her I hate haggis. Safe to say, we didn't make it past a few weeks." Archie opened his palm. "Look, I got a quick fix for gun wounds. Whiskey, a good laugh, and unsurprisingly, first aid kit."

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[Cosmosis]

Simon Petrikov​

Gunshots were heard and an angry Jennifer came stalking back. She'd been shot too, which would make her movements sluggish. Then she pointed at Archie. Now, despite his hatred for the man, Simon wasn't gonna let a stranger kill the man when he had no part in an attack she technically provoked.

"Alright i've had enough o ya!" Simon growled, as he got accused once again and her finger was on the trigger this time. He lashed out and smashed her side where she got shot so she'd be stunned long enough for the Russian to spin around on his heel and give the grumpy fireman a nice big Russian high-four knuckle to the cheek.

Quickly he grabbed the hissing Jennifer and twisted her arm behind her back, kicked her gun away as well as Austin's and slammed the girl to the side of her truck with a snort coming from his nose. Archie looked shocked Simon had made a move when he looked at the Scotsman.

"If she hadn't provoked me and i had been in a bit better mood, i woulda worked the way ya were. But no. They're obviously not gonna listen to us unless we show em some good ol' force." The man said as he flexed a tiny little bit before he pulled Jen's arm up when she growled at him. M was pointed right at Austin as he kept his eyes back and forth from the two. "Watch what you do kid. I'll not warn you again." He said to Jake, who just dropped his Axe and sat down like a scolded dog. He knew there wasn't a shot in hell a teenage american farmboy was beating a Russian and Twig-throwing Scotsman in a duel of power.

"Now i actually am sorry to you sir." Simon said with sincerity. "I just was not riskin you coming at me as i took control of the girl. If you'd like, punch me later as i'll deserve it. Not now though, as i will shoot you right where your at and make sure i start a fire your corpse can't fight."

Simon knew the look Jen had. Anger and a gun do not mix well and he had seen that in some scenarios. He was normally a guy of reasoning but with this girl killing those two men and then going after Archie like he had some part in it when he clearly didn't, pissed the Russian off just a little bit.

"Ah-ah-aaah. Quit movin or i'll break your nice slender shootin arm." To prove he wasn't bluffing, Simon put more pressure on it before releasing a small bit. "Now listen well. I dun want anymore accusations against Archie or myself. We had nothin to do with those guys. They may be from Soova's rag-tag group and thought they'd follow me from my base when they saw me. Or they could be roamers like you lot, aiming for Arch because he's a hopscotch Piz'da." A smirk was hidden behind a beard, but noticeable in his eyes.

"Hey kid. Instead of sitting there, get some gauze and any first-aid you people got. Once this is deffused i'll go back in the store and look for some cheap alcohol. This girl sure as hell ain't gettin my Vodka just yet." The man said as he tied the girl's hand behind her back and the other to her back in the same position. She'd scratched his face when he went for the other arm but it only made the Russian laugh lightly.

When she was tied, Simon put his shoulder into her back and leaned some of his weight against her to hold her in place as he took a swig of his rich Vodka. "Warms the soul it does." He snickered before releasing Jen as he put her gun in the back of her truck in the middle without a clip in it. "Gotta be careful no?" He laughed again in the setting sun before he heard a whimper and he look to Archie with the gun still pointed to Austin.

Crimson was coming from the Scotman. Now, you'd think Simon would be upset but he wasn't. Far from it actually. Another whimper. Silence. Another sound of a cap opening up and a swig being drunk by the Russian. Looking at Archie again, Simon let out a laugh that reverberated among the empty buildings.

"You little Scottish girl! Go on cry about it big guy. YA LIKE A FUCKIN TEDDY BEAR!" Simon cackled, at it. He was turning a bit red from laughing so hard, all the while watching Austin as Jennifer was already tied up. "A Teddy Bear. God damn McKeegan, you're being called Teddy now big boy!" Simon waggled a finger from his gun hand. "We just gotta find ya one to stick in ya bag with it's little head pokin out now!" Oh man. Having a gun pointed at him earlier was worth it to hear the guy who was almost as tall as he, whimpering from a gunshot from a girl. Oh it was sweet bliss. Beating the laughter from his chest with a free hand as he leaned on Jen again, he coughed a few times before regaining his composure. "Sorry bout... Teddy here." Another swig of vodka accompanied by a chuckle. "He hasn't been shot in awhile, that's all. Right ya lil Scottish Teddy Bear?" Archie wasn't living this down anytime soon and Simon would make sure of it.

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[idalie]

ARCHIE "THE SCOTSMAN" MCKEEGAN​

The Scotsman turned his head to shout something at the Russian, his hand out flat to dissuade him from any more violence after being seconds from negotiating peace. And yet the gun went off in Jennifer's hand. Archie stood there initially in shock. refusing to move whilst the puddle of sticky, wet crimson began to crawl and spread through the material of his torn shirt. What Simon believed was whimpering, was only Archie's grunts and shaking breaths, as his palms slowly moved down - almost in confusion, to touch the warm blood beginning to saturate the material.

McKeegan blankly turned to look at Simon's jests and laughter, before he fell like a pile of bricks to the floor with a half stumble. His palms sluggishly trying to press down on it whilst letting out a wheeze "-She shot me." It was agonising, each time his chest lifted upwards with breath, to pull on the flesh and cause half gasped speech. It was clear his chest was beginning to flutter up and down with short inhales and exhales, going into Hypovolemic shock. Face pale and clammy to the touch. Heart pounding faster than finishing a five-mile race.

Alas, his fumbling hands couldn't keep the bubbling pressure down on the continual stream of red. Half delirious his eyes did indeed fill with tears, "I - c-c-can't st-op it." McKeegan stuttered out, It certainly wasn't so much of a joke anymore. For whilst as his friend laughed, (could he even call him friend? More close acquaintance) Archie couldn't deny he was terrified, suffering, and freezing. He may've been a big man, but the Scotsman didn't want to die. Not like this. Not on the street where his corpse would be eaten and defiled by the walking dead.

The thermal long-sleeved apparel he wore, was practically stretched and distorted with the Crimson, although, lying down he had a slight advantage to stop the blood flow from being so quick.

Coughing, he felt as if he'd tear in half. Jolting his wounded form to the point he was letting out cries of torment beside clearing his throat. It was excruciating. Of course, he'd been shot before, but that was his shoulder. Not the top of his abdomen, and certainly not with those bullets which felt as if they were tearing him up from the inside out. "I'm go - going tae die." He remarked as if he'd been drinking too much. Irritatingly enough, he thought, one of the last things he'd see was Simon's laughing face like a joke gone wrong.staring down at him with mocking.

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[Cosmosis]

Simon Petrikov​

'He's losin more blood than i'd like him to.' Simon thought as he leaned on Jennifer. 'Save him? Or don't? Either way i'll have trouble to pay. I know it.' The man mulled over it for a few seconds before seeing Archie's pleading eyes turn into hurt as he stared at the Russian. The man had half the mind to snap the girl's gun in half against the brick building for that shot. He hates McKeegan but if he was going to die, it would be valiantly, like a Russian dying for their mother country.

Propping Jennifer upright while she sat by the tire of her truck, he calmly walked over to Teddy and smirked. "Lose too much stuffing and the bear becomes flacid no?" Simon teased lightly as he spun a knife among his fingers and sliced right up McKeegan's shirt. "Get over here kid. Or so help your corpse makes it to be a recognizable walking body." Ice was lingering in his voice and he could feel it. Now was when he became serious. Why Archie? Maybe it was because he was like a brother in a way. One he never actually had. Shaking his head, he hit his fist on the ground. "GET YA ASS IN GEAR KID. We don't have the daylight to spare anymore."

Jacob Everneil​

Jake had been rummaging in the truck before he came out with a nice med kit. Sure, it'd been used but it was equipped with a ncie amount of Gauze. Looking at Jannifer, he snorted. "You shoulda asked that damn Russian to go investigate. He coulda taken a hit unlike you and i'll place a good bet on it he'd drink the shit off like it's nothin'. You've been shot up enough Jen..." Jake sighed. at that as he set the medical supplies away from Simon and got his and Jen's cots out.

Setting them up himself, he felt pissed. Why take orders from a Russian they'd just met, who had hurt the people in his group he was in? Correction, Jennifer's group. Jake didn't have his group after the fire. Dakota. Kimmy. Harold. Gone. Lost in sea of burning corpses and black smoke with a fire covering. Growling away the dark thoughts, he looked at Simon. "Let's get them on the cots." He said, Going for Archie's Feet. Petrikov looked so calm it was actually a bit scary.

"One. Two. Now." Simon said, easily picking up Archie's body while Jake struggled a bit as he'd been caught off-guard, expecting a three and the sudden wieght of McKeegan plus how he was grunting in pain made the bo uneasy. Still. Archie was a stranger still, no matter how nice he seemed, Jen took more priority in his head. Jake briskly walked over to Jennifer with Simon trailing behind with his lumbering steps. "Look. You hate him. I don't like him. Get over it for now. Night's almost here and i rather have a roof over my head tonight or somewhere safer to be then this damn town."

Jennifer was lifted all the same, with Simon staying quiet. Looking at Archie, Jake saw the shot's entering site. "Look there. That's where the bullet hit his skin. It had'ta hit his stomach but from that range it probably went right through him which is good and bad. If he'd been a farm animal we'd say it was a bad shot cause ya know. The animal would be suffering. But because of where it hit, as long as no major artery or vein was broken, we should be fine but it'll hurt for a nice amount of time eh?"

Simon exhaled slowly, taking a long drought from his flask before changing to a new one. In the time, Jake looked at Austin. "Here, get that nose fixed mate." He tossed a small bundle of gauze his way as he took the ripped shirt McKeegan had on and tied it tight around his wound. (This took a little bit of time as he had no help to lift the man so he had to drag the shirt without ripping it under the big Scotsman.) "Bind your guy, i'll bind my leader." Was all Jake ordered. He was cautiose on his directions to not piss the man off more. He didn't want a bullet in himself as well. Simon just gave him a look of mild hatred yet respect. Both a poison and a cure, Jake guessed.

 

[idalie]

ARCHIE "THE SCOTSMAN" MCKEEGAN​

Losing blood, he began to enter into a class 2 hemorrhage. Whilst the bullet had missed his vital organs, it'd be impossible to diagnose internal bleeding without a surgeon or hospital scans. Thus, it'd either have to heal on its own, or he'd be stone cold dead by the end of the week. Lifting his gaze to the Russian, the Scots palms a vibrant red like a child who'd finished handpainting; Archie gave a groan. "Flacid - sounds like I got an - erectile dysfunction, lad." He responded, with heavy pauses. A poor laugh escaping his throat in a hoarse fashion.

Nevertheless, the moment they picked him up - lopsidedly at that - Archie let out another cry of pain accompanied by a string of curses and insults. Aimed at nobody other than God and fate. "I need a ciggie," He remarked loosely whilst the Russian began to bind his wound or something rather. Reaching for his pocket, the Scotsman smeared blood over the packet and chose a cigarette to put between his lips. Stained with crimson fingerprints, he lit it up and lay with his arm out in a reclining position. Ash falling away from the tobacco as his eyes watered. Clamping teeth together as not to cry out. Nevertheless, Jennifer in the other cot meant he held out the half smoked cig in offering. "Hey gun girl, ... you sm-oke?" Archie expelled the words as if he was deflating.

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[Crono]

The Scotsman was none to happy about his threat, that much Austin recognized quickly. But before the man could retaliate with words he heard Jennifer over the radio followed by gunfire. The man cursed, and though his gun was still pointed at the other man he was glancing up the street in hopes of getting some kind of visual. He'd rather be there to make sure the idiot didn't get herself killed, but then there were these two who for all he knew would shoot him the moment he turned his back. It was a situation that was forced but luckily Jennifer returned, angrily, but alive.

She and Archie argued momentarily before he'd dropped his own gun from pointing at the man, for the simple fact that the woman had it covered. Austin didn't trust them in the least but there'd been no reaction from either as far as the shooting was concerned, so as far as he could tell they weren't involved. Didn't mean they weren't a threat though. The Scottish Paul Bunyan however was attempting to say he'd help fix her up to which Austin finally recognized just how deep the two wounds were. Austin maybe got two steps towards the woman before the other stranger emerged from literally nowhere to catch her off guard, and in a flurry clocked him right in the nose.

Few men can stay oriented after such a blow to the nose, it's the common place to aim if you want to destabilize your opponent. And the Fireman had done just that, reeling backwards at the pain and falling backwards some landing on his side, dropping his gun in the process. Austin let out a garbled angry noise, hand coming to what was now a bloody and potentially broken nose. However he quickly attempted to sit back up with the other arm to be met with the Russians gun pointing at him to make sure he didn't make a move along with a threat. Austin wasn't stupid, he kept his left arm back to help prop himself up while his right hand was feeling at his nose and wiping at the blood.

When the big man fell it was clear the gunshot he'd heard go off in the scuffle had found a victim. His glare at the Russian turned to a surprised look at the downed Archie, followed by their captor and Jake getting the man onto a cot. When gauze was tossed his way Austin quickly stuffed them into his nostrils for the time being, and ignoring the gun that might be shoved into his face at any moment moved to Archie's bedside. The man was clearly scared and not interested in dying, and for the moment Austin decided he wasn't going to let the man bleed out if he hadn't done anything wrong yet.

"Out of the way kid." He told Jake as he elbowed his way around the boy to get at the wound which Jake was attempting a simple patch job on. Austin's voice sounded congested, and the discomfort and pain wouldn't let him focus so he placed both hands on his own nose before cracking it back into place with a grunt. There was some relief at having it back in proper place, and he cleared his throat. "We're going to get you fixed up." He told the man, as he inspected the wound then placed a probing hand underneath to search for an exit wound. Finding one was a good sign, it meant he didn't have to go digging around for the bullet inside. "Through and through." He'd mumbled, listening as the injured man spoke to Jennifer, striking up conversation about cigarettes no less.

Austin frowned at the smell, hated them to be honest. And not just because of his past as a firefighter and Cigarettes were nothing more than a fire hazard as well as a health hazard. "Can't stand them myself." Austin spoke up despite the question not being towards him. The man reaching into the nearby medkit Jake had gotten out for the fishing line and needle, luckily the kit was rather stocked with things they'd gathered. The man dribbled some of the alcohol over the needle before giving Archie a look, "This won't be too fun for you. I'm going to have to stitch you up, too much blood coming out for my liking. Then you'll have to turn on your side so I can get at the exit wound." He'd wait a moment for Archie to acknowledge what he said before he'd start.​

 

[Peacemaker .45]

As the Scotsman spoke to Jennifer, his tone and demeanor got to her. Through the pain of the two minor gunshot wounds, she felt some sense come to her. She wasn’t, for once, going to shoot him. She took her eyes off of him and looked to the side momentarily in thought. One can argue regret and sorrow started to appear on her face, a rare look that she gave.

“Alright,” she said, followed by a sigh, slowly lowering the gun, “I’ll l-“

Jennifer was cut off. Suddenly, the Russian got up and charged at her. Jennifer was dazed by both the pain and blood loss to react quick enough. Next thing she knew, she was punched hard where she was shot. She jolted from the pain. While this happened, her gun accidentally went off.

Still suffering from the pain, Jennifer couldn’t tell what was going on. It was all a daze to her. Everything around her seemed to move erratically and in jerky patterns. Next thing she knew, she was being held by the Russian, gun disarmed and tied up. She struggled to get a grasp of what was going on.

As her sight, hearing and awareness came back to normal, she saw Austin with a bloody nose, crooked nose. Then she saw the Scotsman on the ground, in pain, clutching the top of his abdomen. She had accidentally fired her sidearm when the Russian charged her.

“Oh no, no, no, no,” she started to say, still rather weak, looking at the Scotsman. “I didn’t mean to shoot you,” she said softly, “I didn’t mean to! Oh no, no, no.”

Then the Russian came back and started accusing her of shooting him.

“You son of a bitch, I was about to put my gun down when you rushed at me! You punching my side caused me to accidentally shoot him,” she said to him, trying to talk through the pain she felt, which was nothing compared to what the Scotsman felt. “Son of a bitch,” she exclaimed through the pain.

Jake came over, said something to her, but she didn’t quite hear it. Next thing she knew, Jake was taking orders from the same person who hit her and Austin, and caused the accidental shot to occur. Jake got two cots out. One for her and the Scotsman. Jake then gave her a small talk, this one she heard, about being friends with these guys, essentially, for now. This way it didn’t get worse between the two sides. Jennifer just quietly shook her head. She and the Scotsman were put on the cots. Jennifer learned over and looked at Archie as Austin came over and looked at the wound. She could see how much pain he was in. And the assessment wasn’t necessarily great. But the amount of bleeding he could be enduring was a huge issue. Internal bleeding was a huge factor. She didn’t know if Austin could save him. For the first time in a long time, Jennifer felt pain for what she had done. She had regretted this. She didn’t mean to shoot him. This wasn’t intended.

Inside though, through this pain and regret of it, she had another internal battle over just that. Why should she feel sorry for this? She killed people so many times before and never turned a blind eye to it. She seemingly enjoyed the rush that killing gave her. So why should she feel bad for this guy? Why should she feel bad for any of this?

As she was thinking about this, conflicted and battling the thoughts, a voice to her side said something to her. It was Archie. She couldn’t gather the first word as she snapped outback of her thoughts. She heard something about smoking, then seeing a cigarette extended her way.

“Only if you want me dead,” she said with a small smile and laugh behind it. “I have asthma. That’ll kill me before my doner heart runs out.”

She looked over at him and again was feeling this internal infliction. She felt sorry. But the darker side of her wanted her to feel happy. But she didn’t. She felt sorry. Against her mind, she had to tell him this.

“I didn’t mean t-to shoot y-you,” she said facing his way, in pain herself, fighting her mind inside against expressing this. “I was lowering my gun. Him hit-ting me made me pull the tr-trigger accidentally. I’m sorry.”

It was at this moment, a tear emerged from her eye. It took her a moment to realize one emerged. When she noticed, she tried to wipe it away without anyone noticing.

The darker side of her entered her head. She could feel the darkness taunting her. She tried to resist, but all she could do is hear it speak to her. What a fucking pussy, you’re crying over accidentally shooting this guy? Get over it. You should be sad you didn’t kill him.You’re weak.

Jennifer fought the thoughts. She fought the voice in her head. She started to tear up more. “Shut up,” she said under her breath through the tears she tried to conceal.

As she lay there, she was wondering where Holliday was. He was their leader, and this entire time, he was nowhere. Where the hell was he?

“Where the fuck is Holliday,” she said quietly, as she was able to get her composure back. “Where the fuck is he?”

“Austin,” she said, looking at him, “Where the fuck is Holliday?”

As she said this, in the distance, the sound of a diesel truck filled the air. She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he finally is coming over to this mess. She knew he’d be able to get them through this. He seemed to be able to lead the group through hell. As her relief set in, she heard the truck roar a different way. And it faded.

“What the,” she said in shock as she listened. “Is he going away? What the fuck!? He’s leaving us!?”

The sound started to fade. He was far away. Jennifer looked at Austin, who was working on Archie, and Jake both in disbelief and confusion.

“Where’s he going,” she said in shock.

With him seemingly have left, she was wondering what would happen now. What would happen with the group? And these two foreigners? Who is going to lead it? She sat there in disbelief and pain from her wounds. She was shocked at what seemed to have happened.

It was also at this moment that Jennifer heard an eerily familiar sound. One all survivors have come accustomed to. Down the street, she heard and saw a group of undead, attracted by the noise and commotion. Not only was it down the street, but they heard them all around. Small pockets of them started to appear all around. Jennifer’s heart started beating fast.

“Guys, fuck! All around us,” she yelled, as the undead started appearing, a good 20-30 around them.

Crono idalie Cosmosis

 

[idalie]

ARCHIE "THE SCOTSMAN" MCKEEGAN​

It was an odd sensation, being shot. Adrenaline made his hands tremble like he had Parkinson's, whilst his body screamed there was something wrong to no avail of having it naturally fixed. Like a warning system to tell you everything was irreversibly wrong. Nevertheless, life hadn't flashed before his eyes yet. Only the face of his Grandfather and a plethora of war stories about being shot through the leg. Not quite the same area, but God bless the old man's soul. He was a funny fucker. However, Archie, partially delusional, didn't realise himself drawing the catholic cross back and forth across his chest. Then coming to the conclusion, he wasn't actually religious. But, instead, he grew slightly irritated by the prodding of his open wound, scowls broken up by hissing.​

Cigarettes. Cigarettes. Austin's lips moved, but to the Scotsman, it was like a badly dubbed movie. A delay between when the sound reached his ears. "Y'know - my grandpa, bloody - bloody fuckin' good advice he gave-" Archie waved his hand. "-smoked a packet a day - till he was - ninety-two - fucker wouldn't die." McKeegan let out a laugh, immediately regretting it as he was sent rigid with a tear-welling amount of pain in his abdomen.

Narrowing his eyes to focus them, he watched as the Fireman prepared a needle and thread. "I - had my legs - waxed for charity. How bad - can it be. Have you seen - seen these bad boys?" Archie remarked, nodding down to his calves. Clearly, humour was his first defence against anything. His bear-like features had begun to take a sickly, pale tone akin to a corpse. Whilst sweat began to thinly veil his brow in a film of slick perspiration.

Returning his attention to Jennifer, he glanced at the tobacco in his hand and came to a sluggish, slow realisation. "Oh - I see - I'm sorry, lass." Archie's brow again folded in concentration as he used every inch of his external motor controls to merely stub it out. "Shoulda told - told me in the first place." Reaching across the cots as she made her tearful account of how it happened, McKeegan only smiled. The kind that lifted the droopy wisps of his beard upward to give the effect of a - well, a teddy bear. Although the normal twinkle in his eyes had been replaced by a feverish glow. He grasped her shoulder with a squeeze. "I know - he's a - fucking dumbass. But look at me - I'm - as right - as right as rain." Archie's hand having pins and needles, let go of Jennifer, but not without giving a mandatory pat on the cheek. And consequently touching the tear that came with it.

Glancing down, tapped his nose (which failed, he ended up jabbing his own cheek and almost his eye) "I won't tell anyone."

The panic of the undead, set him off from the pain of his injury. "Austin - man - just put some - what the fuck they called - some cotton patches on. Tight - bandage and I - I can get moving." Archie, was, in fact, freezing his metaphorical tits off. Covered in his own cooling, coagulating blood, as well as losing it - never a good mixture. "Help - help me up - we need to leave." It was more a demand than a fact. "Need to go." He muttered again, under his breath. "Go."

Peacemaker .45 Crono Cosmosis

 

[Cosmosis]

Simon Petrikov​

Upon hearing a truck start and vanish in the distance, Simon saw how dark it was getting. Sad it was. Someone in this rag-tag group just left em to die. Probably saw the shuffling dead and got outta there quickly. Simon wouldn't blame him too much but then again he would.

"Yea. You may get ya flaccid dick chomped by a desperate corpse if somethin isn't done about these Zombies eh Arch?" Simon said to the man as he rose up onto his feet slowly. Jacob was starting to panic and asked what to do about the new company. Exhaling slowly, Simon replied with "Nothin kid. Don't do a damn thing." He ordered, walking over to his meat-tenderizer, the Russian took a swig from his flask and took up the weapon and moved it away from everyone along with himself.

Grabbing the side of the truck, the man hopped up onto the bed of the truck, causing it to creak and shake as he got onto it. Looking towards the hood, he took out Hollow-point Acupunctural Realism AKA HAR and looked down it's lovely and inviting scope to the first of thirty he had counted at a glance.

Switching to single shot, Simon aimed at the left side of it's chin and shot, the recoil shifting his gun with a screech on the metal truck roof while the shot rang out, bouncing off of the empty buildings. The bullet crashed through the air and when it hit it's target some 300 feet away, the corpse's head splattered, shards of bullet prickling the inside of the shattered head, some of the heated fragments landing in nearby zombie heads, sticking into their skulls. Only one other fell with the first shot, the last of the bullet landing into their skull as it had been right behind the first.

A smile came across the man's face. "Ghoul's Valley they call this place. Shoulda knew we was here Archie. All too quiet. Every night a horde comes out and goes back into hiding if they're any left." The man said, turning his gun to shoot off another round.

The second and third round had hit targets but the third had been in such close volley, it missed the head and went right through the zombie's neck, making the thing cry out, clutching it's neck in vain as it fell over, dead from a lucky bullet shard striking it's brain and another shockingly went out with the third.

Three shots rang out before the things were too close for his comfort. one had fallen in the three shots, making the man growl as he hopped off the back of the truck, going to the side of it. unholstering M&N he pointed them to either side of his body and shot out with a bellowing laughter. He didn't know how many went down but Simon knew he had taken a few out. Setting his twin Bizon's on the truck, he picked up Tendy Roids and gripped it, the sound muffled by the moans and cries of the damned.

"Now is when i put my size and Tendo to use!" he cried out, running to the closest zombies which were 60 feet away in the front of the truck. Letting out a bellow, Simon skidded a few feet and pivoted his hips, his foot sliding sideways on the road as he swung his tenderizer's blunter side like a modified bat, the force of the weapon sending the damned people flying into one another, killing two.

The first one impacted had it's skull broken into and it's brains turned into a fine gray hamburger patty of mush as the rest of it's skull was projected as fragments carried by the force into the next zombie's skull, the two flying off and into it's comrades, the group scattering for a few moments, letting the Russian break free and trail those standing still, a few feet away before he repeated the steps he had just done, however he was obscured by corpses until he sent one flying again as he ran towards the other group of dead.

'I'm being weighed down by Tendy! I need to drop my baby for now. don't i? Forgive me my masterpeice!' He thought to himself. The Russian remembered the Axe Jacob seemed to use as his melee weapon. "THROW THE AXE KID!" He called out as he ran towards Jake. The kid hurriedly did as told and Simon dropped Tendy with a loud bang on the road as he jumped up and caught the axe with outstretched hands, his grip wrapping around the wooden handle like a snake wrapping around it's kill.

Faltering for a moment, he picked up his speed again as he tossed the axe from hand to hand, adjusting to the lighter weight before he reached the smaller group of corpses. This time he swung and caught one in the neck. With a squelch, the blade was brought into it's neck before a splash of blood ran up Simon's face, giving him an evil look as he pulled the axe-head out, slamming it into another zombie's head, caving it in like a hollow aluminum ball. With a reabound going, he shot the axe back at the zombie he had caught in the neck and as it traveled towards the injured being, he spun it in his hands, and marked it down for the count.

Dropping down, Simon avoided a knarled hand and rolled from the smaller group of dead before he did the rebound trick again, ending the group behind the truck. The Russian ran around the corpses, now in a jog back towards the truck. He was getting a bit tired but he huffed it away as his beard brushed against his neck. He didn't see anyone else moving when he took a small glance towards them but it had been too brief to know.

Tossing Jake's axe into the truck's bed he snagged M&N and reloaded them before he took off to the grill of the metal deisel guzzler and emptied another clip into the horde, aiming M at their knee level and N at their shoulders, his yellowing teeth showing now as he gnashed them together from the burning sensation in his arms and legs. He set the empty guns on the hood and took up Tendy again, running at the corpses remaining and instead of using the end of Tendy Roids, he gripped the head and swung the handle like a club and it bounced off like a nerf-gun dart, causing the Russian to stumble back a bit and drop the weapon right on a crawler's head, smooshing it like an ant.

A zombie's nails were what next dug into the big man. He let out a yell as his vision was obscured from the group. "Get off o me you flesh addict!" Simon cried out, elbowing the thing in the gut before he spun around and punched it in the face, shoving it's nose-bone right into it's skull, pus and blood coating the poor Russian's arm.

"Eeeuck..." He cursed, shaking his hand before he squatted from an arm slicing the air above his head. Jumping into the assailant he took them to the ground and took their neck, crushing it in his big wide hands as he smashed the skull once, twice, and thrice for good measures against the bloody road. Kicking a leg out like a mule he shattered a knee cap as he managed to escape from the much smaller group now. sprinting a few strides off, he caught his breath.

Blood was going under his vest, which had some claw marks, his face had gotten a few scratches that needed cleaning quickly, and he had gotten a gash on his right arm from when he slammed the corpse on he ground, his knuckles busted open from slamming them on the asphalt.

It seemed they were interested in him which was great in a way. The others were not in harms way but it was bad because he was getting pretty tired. Counting up the remaining Zombies, he got four. 'Four more Simon. Just four...' He told himself before taking a stance with bloody fists raised. "Lets dance you fleshy whores to your graves shall we?"

The first zombie hobbled over with a moan coming from it's cracked, chipped tooth mouth. The moment it stumbled, the Russian slid forward, using his blood and the other corpse's blood like a wooded floor with socks, his effort being a bit reduced while he could focus more on putting force behind his punch. Right in the gut. A normal person would have had the wind blown right out of their lungs but the corpse was only stabilized by the impact, stepping back a few tiny steps, giving Simon room to grab hold of it and run forwards, tossing the half-alive thing right through a building window.

The glass caved in with the sound being deafening for the man, the glass bouncing on the floor inside the building. Whipping around, the man swung his hand in a back-hand like fashion, missing another assailant. The open chance wasn't wasted by the zombie as it wrapped it's full arm and partially decayed arm around Simon's back. Before it could bite him though, the man jerked his head back and slammed it against the zombie's blood soaking his beard as he fell backwards, catching himself on the building.

"Damn things are crafty!" He laughed, sidestepping another zombie, catching it's head as he slammed it through the wooden door, trapping it in shards of wood. His headbutted friend had one thick skull though as Simon had hit the skull hard enough to crack his own, the blood dripping in his eye. Walking over to the hard-head, he smacked it in the head with a quick jab, tossing it out of balance before he took his elbow and copped it upside the head and it fell, lifeless.

There was one left that would bother him. It had just been standing there with it's arms out. "C'mon lil guy. Lets finish ya too!" Not even a twitch came as a response. Growling, Simon wiped his forehead and took a drought of his Vodka. "You really a harmelss eh sticky?" Simon asked as he stood right by it, just out of arm reach but still close. His door-friend was howling in anger as it was trapped by it's round head and Simon swore his momma came back to him and told him, "Knock that cocky little Cyka out!"

Just like he remembered on a fighting show his dad had once watched, Simon squatted down and planted his feet firmly, his calves tensing as he swung his left fist upwards like a bullet coming from a gun with a threaded bullet, catching the odd corpse right in the jaw in a marvelous upper-cut, it's body spinning as it was propelled in the air a good two and a half feet or more. When it came back down, it landed right on it's head, the brains spilling out onto the slick road like a gray mush instead of a partial or fullish brain.

The door-corpse suddenly gave up and lost all strength to fight and just let it's hands smack against the door lightly and Simon's face cracked into a wide smile before he realized his voice wasn't working. He'd lost it when he yelled in the upper-cut, his body becoming like a statue as it tensed up, his joints locking up like the pentagon's defenses on lock-down. His blood was mixed with zombie blood and he hadn't a clue how many he had killed, how many slithered off. What he did know was that his body was covered in many small cuts along with gashes and stab-wounds from unkempt nails. There wasn't any wonder why his body seized up like it did now was there? And there Simon stood as the final rays of sunlight fell from the sky and left behind a moon-lit sky covered by ominous, foreboding clouds.

 

[Crono]

Austin had been preoccupied with stitching the wound when he heard the first signs of the dead, the group started to react slowly. The Russian was jumping into action, the big man he was stitching was scrambling to get up and away and asking for help. Austin growled, head swiveling from left to right at the zeds honing in on them. "We're getting you into the truck!" He told the man, as well as Jenn. Austin turned around and opened the back right passenger door to the woman's truck before returning to his cot. The male was far less able so he bent over and helped pull him into a sitting position before getting Archie's attention, "Look, you're a big guy so hold onto me for dear life got it?"

The man wasted no time, straining in effort as he pulled Archie to an attempted standing position but allowed the man to put all of his weight on him. It wasn't a far walk to the open door, and he wasn't exactly gentle as he thrust the man against the side of the truck to let him crawl inside on his own. Which is what Austin assumed he'd do considering the mans state, but who knows.

His intent was to turn around and go for Jennifer next, but one quick look told him the walkers coming from the back of the truck would reach them before he could. While the Russian was in the back shooting ahead he'd seemingly ignored those from behind. Austin went for his gun only to remember he'd been disarmed earlier, with a grunt he pulled his machete from its sheath attached to his belt and moved in. The closest walker was met with a cleave to it's face straight down the middle, jerking the blade free he sidestepped towards the second and dug the blade in through the bottom of it's jaw. The third met a similar fate, what he didn't see however was the disabled Walker with shredded legs that had crawled under the truck behind him and grabbed hold of his leg.

There was no time to react before he felt the teeth embedding into his flesh. Austin let a deep strangled cry, turning to stab at the creature which had sealed his fate in a heightened state of nervous panic. This would be the turning point which would end him, as while he attempted to deal with what was on his leg another zed grabbed hold of him while he was occupied. Whilst it may have bitten into his fleshy neck Austin made sure to shove the blade through it's skull before collapsing, his free hand immediately going to the neck wound. It wasn't difficult to tell that it was life threatening, though maybe not immediately, even if it hadn't been a bite.

In a last ditch effort of immediate survival Austin left the blade on the ground and pushed himself up to stand, then pulled himself over the back of the truck. His body thudded into the bed, his rapid panicked breathing as he kept pressure on his neck. Austin had no clue how many were left, speaking of the dead and the living, he was zoning out and just trying to get to safety as well as keep anyone from trying to save a dead man.​

 

[Peacemaker .45]

Commotion started to break out with the undead starting to come towards their position. This was an incredibly dangerous time for the group there. Austin, while suffering a broken nose, was up and trying to patch Archie and her up. Simon started to engage the undead, and Jake was left more or less to the sidelines. Jennifer still had her hands tied behind her back while she was was laying on the cot.

“Somebody untied my fucking hands so I can shoot,” she exclaimed in the commotion. Unfortunately, no one heard her. “Oh, shit, shit!” She said quietly trying to get her hands free from being tied.

Jennifer wiggles her hands to try and loosen the ties on her hand. At this time, Austin noticed that some undead were coming behind them and she knew she needed to hurry and get her hands loose. Jennifer got herself up and kept wiggling her hands. She was able to get her thumb around part of the rope holding her hands. She ran to the bed of the truck and used the corner of the tailgate to catch the part she had on her thumbs, and she used this to loosen the tie. As the pulled, the ties fell off and she was free. With that out of the way, Jennifer needed to arm herself. She pulled out her ka-bar knife and made her way to the opposite side of the truck that Austin pulled Archie to and opened the passenger side front door and reached into the glove box where she kept her P226. She grabbed it and two extra mags, and loaded up. Austin seemed to have had held his own at the moment so Jennifer engaged the undead in front of her, posing the biggest threat to her.

Four undead were nearing her. She fired shots and dropped them. However, the pain and blood loss had been making her reaction time slow and sluggish. She lost a bit too much blood. And the pain was starting to rise. But adrenaline did a good enough job of minimizing the pain for the time.

While she fired on two more undead she say in the distance, and the undead seemed to be fizzing out. She let out a sigh of relief as she saw none in her view, but she didn’t relax. As soon as she let that sigh out, she heard a scream come from the other side of the truck, followed by an undead and another scream, then a thump on the bed. It took Jennifer a couple second to figure out what happened. Her brain couldn’t process it with the lack of blood. But she realized it was Austin. She exclaimed a profanity and then ran around to the bed to find Austin lying in it, clutching a bit wound on his neck and seeing another on his leg.

“Oh, shit! No, no, no, no, no! Austin,” she said as she tried to jump onto the bed of the truck, having slight trouble due to her current state. When she finally got up, she ran over to Austin and looked over his wounds. She began to tear up.

“Austin, no! No, no god fucking damn it!” Jennifer took a moment to think, and tears started to flow from her eyes. Austin was the person she was closest to in the group. She saved his life and he saved hers. She loved the old grumpy man like family. She wasn’t ready for what she saw in front of her and the date he was left with.

“Come on, Austin, we can fix this, we can,” she said behind her tears pouring from her eyes, trying to not accept the fate she knew was sealed for Austin now.

“Guys, get over here! I need your help, Austin was bit,” Jennifer yelled to everyone to get their attention before turning back to Austin. “We’re going to fix you up and you’re going to be okay.”

“Hurry up,” she yelled again to everyone else.

Jennifer observed the wounds. She knew the neck one was a death sentence. But she refused to accept it. But she knew deep down that this had to end one way. She knew he wasn’t going to make it. As it started to dawn on her more, she froze. She knew he was going to die soon. Her eyes widened, and she fell back on the bed and her back hit the side of the bed. Her legs were pointed up and she wrapped her arms around them. She stared blankly at the building on the other side of the street. Tears poured from her eyes, and she kept saying “no” to herself quietly.

“Austin... I.. I... we’ll... we’ll save you... I p-promise,” she struggled to say disillusioned by her own emotions, snapping her attention to him in the bed.

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ARCHIE "THE SCOTSMAN" MCKEEGAN
As Austin helped him up, Archie followed orders. Not a complaint coming from him as he clung to the fireman, only a rather sincere nod - one hand protectively over the stitchwork as he was swept toward the vehicle. Practically thrown, he landed against the truck with a whine, biting down on the knuckle of his thumb desperately to distract himself from the pain. Sweat illuminated his brow, breath ragged and shallow, as he rested for but a moment among the chaos. Glancing through the windows of the truck to sight Jennifer. If only he'd kept his mouth shut, and stayed where he was - this wouldn't have happened. Pick up and move on. Archie defied his own rules and it felt like the world knew it.

Then the scream - Austin first, and in panic, Jen. McKeegan turned stumbling along the side of the car, his head partially downturned as if his neck no longer had the strength to support it. The Scotsman, fevered and dizzy, gazed upon Austin's twitching figure. Covered in increasing amounts of blood, cascading from his jugular. His eyes met the woman who cried, and from what was left of his shirt, Archie created a small pad of material. Pressing it to the fireman's wound. "Take - him with us. He deserves - better than this -" McKeegan glanced about at the zombies, now concentrated toward Simon. However, he put a hand on Austin's shoulder. "- I nae knew you longer than today - but, you're a good man. We'll - get you help. Just like - like you helped me. Go tae sleep. You've done enough - for us today."

He rested a hand on Jennifer's arm, and gave a sorrowful look. "Make him comfortable - I know - you, you were close. So - make it a goodbye worth saying while he can still hear it." Swallowing the lump in his throat, he turned. "SIMON!" The Scotsman almost fainted at the exertion, but the weak shout was enough in his mind to get the Russian over. Running on will-power, he faced Jen again. "I'm sorry." The only two words which mattered to him as he expressed what condolences he could. One survivor to another.​

Cosmosis Cronos Peacemaker .45 (Sorry it's short :p)