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Chapter One

Beginnings


three weeks has passed since the dead started walking, and their numbers have been steadily rising. People are scattered an spread out among them in the city. Traversing the streets is risky as the Zombies are so thick that it is easy to get cornered. Some of the apartment buildings, government buildings and shops have been boarded up and are clear of zombies with survivors inside. Electricity, while it has been working up until this point, seems to have failed now, directly causing water to stop flowing to the city as well. Today the skies are overcast and the air is chilled. Winter is beginning to creep in and the need to find warm clothing, shelter and heat sources is growing. The sun has just finished rising in the sky and it is about 6:23am.
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SooMin "Suzie" Park

Soomin sat on a wheely chare she had dragged from the office room of a little hardware store, gazing out the window while her strange, nearly mute fellow survivor slept fitfully on the couch they'd dragged into the main area of the store. The girl was young, maybe in her late teens or early twenties. She had told of her name: Luna. She had a thick Russian accent and the two of them sometimes talked under their breath about the other in their respective languages, but ultimately had worked well as a team together for a week. Soomin constantly thought about her child, and hoped she was with her father, surviving. She had stuck around the area where her school was in hopes that they would find one another. They had managed to search the school, using a car alarm to attract all the zombies to the street while they ducked inside. They had met other survivors there, people she knew well, but unfortunatly, none had actually been living, at least not in the normal sense of the word.

Their next move would be to head out to find the local drug store. Luna had, unfortunately, cut her foot pretty badly in an incident a few days ago where broken glass had sliced straight through her thin, cheap pair of sandals, which she had since managed to swap for a pair of sneakers she'd found... on a headless corpse. Soomin shuddered at the memory, then winced, thinking again about her teenager, maybe dead, maybe alive but injured, suffering, alone maybe.
Snap out of it, it's not going to help her if I go insane here

She let out a small sigh, and rubbed at a sore spot on her back. She'd been sitting too long, she needed to get up and stretch. Soomin rose and did some gentle stretches. She needed to be as fit and prepared as possible for anything to go wrong all of a sudden. Behind her, she heard Luna stir and turned. She had sat upright and was wiping the sleep from her eyes "Morning, Luna. Coast still clear, Zombies milling around out front, when we leave we should use the back door into the alleyway." As usually, she spoke quietly. You had to be weary of your volume in this world now. Noise could be deadly.
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Oliver sighed, having had the crappiest sleep in the world. The news had been telling everyone about what was happening, but Oliver saw it as fake, politics. People would make up anything and everything just to snipe at each other, and make each other look bad. He lugged out his instant noodles, because why not, he couldn't be bothered to make anything else. They had no smell, and when mixed with the sauce packets, they were decent. He plopped down on his apartment floor and decided to watch the Walking Dead. He yanked out his older laptop and his headphones and got to watching.

Halfway through an episode, he wanted to go eat something else. He looked at his microwavable foods and he gave a little grunt, he's all out. He goes to check the fridge and he sees that he mostly has apple and orange juice, along with small cartons. Finally, he checks his cereal supply, and thankfully, there's still a full bag of it, besides the one bag that he's nearly finished with. He lugs the dwindling bag of cereal down to the floor and uses the noodle bowl as his cereal bowl.

At 8, he stops watching his laptop because, A, it's time to go to work, and B, his eyes and neck hurt. He works at Starbucks, and he began his day as usual. He would just dump his dishes in the sink and leave. He often goes the short way around, to get there as fast as he can. He started work when he was 20, and normally he wouldn't. However, he also knew he had to pay his bills as well and that's how he did it. He now earned 15 dollars an hour, compared to the 11 when he first started.

As he's about to walk in 15 minutes later, he smells rotting flesh, despite the Starbucks being a foot or two away from him. It smells like dead corpses and he hurries back home. As he does so, he's attacked by an old man, who tries to scratch and bite him, but falls down after running faster than he should have. What the hell? Oliver ran for the first time since high school, rushing home as fast as he could.

Oliver yanked out his laptop and googled: can old men attack you? Then he googled: can old men get rabies. The second question searches up news articles of older men getting bitten by rabid animals and he smiles to himself, he found the answer.

 

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Survivor

PYO

mood

Scared as hell.

outfit

Winter coat with a Starbucks uniform underneath.

location

Locked in a Starbucks

interactions/mentions

Oliver Chen ( Ashy_OCdesigns )

tags

N/A

"I'm growing sick of coffee."

3 weeks. 3 goddamn weeks Pyo's been having a warm caramel latte every morning. He thought it was pretty good at first, but after a while, he became sick of it. And even worse, the only things he has to eat are bagels, croissants, and even oatmeal. Pyo didn't even know they sold oatmeal!

Sitting on a chair in the middle of the restaurant, Pyo looks around at the place. It had dim lighting due to Pyo boarding up the windows and the place also reeked because of Pyo's 2 dead fellow employees. Well, they weren't dead, but they weren't alive either. Just like everyone outside the coffee shop, they were zombies. He had barely managed to lock them in the bathroom. They were undead and craving human flesh. He gagged at the thought of eating other humans. I mean, he knew they didn't exactly have a choice but, it still sicked him.

Suddenly, Pyo hears a noise from outside. It sounds like the growl of a zombie. He runs towards the counters and grabs a broken broom off of it. All that's left is the sharp part, which he had used on his two peers. He had three, but the other didn't decide to come today. Oliver Chen. His immense laziness might've just saved his life today. (keep scrolling)

Pyo slowly approaches the windows and peeks through the wood. All that's out there is an undead old man. That's a relief. Pyo thought it was a horde of something. Oh yeah, back to Oliver. He was paid less than Pyo, maybe 15 bucks an hour, but he still at least tried to do his job properly. Sometimes he got scolded by boss man for slacking off, or being late at times, but he didn't leave. And he was pretty nice, which is why Pyo liked him. Hopefully his guts hadn't been ripped out by now.

Pyo sat back down at the table in the middle and leaned back in his chair. He needed a way out of here. Wait, where did Oliver live again?

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