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DistressedDisaster

If music is my soul then rhythm guides my feet
Matthew Williams

Matt was none too happy with the events. Hoping Jax wouldn't be an idiot, he gestured for him to keep up while he hurried to the nearby crowds, stopping by one of the men overseeing the bunker operations. This was where he'd need to get to work. He pulled out some rope, handing it to one of the nearby men with a brief explanation.

"Tie his wrists and take him under. I'm taking him to Bex after, but he doesn't need to know where the weapons area is."

Making sure that this would be taken care of, he then turned and hurried towards the weapons bunker. Upon arrival he readied a flame torch, equipping it and prepping it. Once done, he hurried back towards the front, checking his radio once again. He'd not heard anything from Bexley in a while, and likely wouldn't until things died off. For the moment though, he had a job to do. And that was joining the others at the front to defend the area. Forcing his mind to focus on the feeling of the torch, the weight of it steadied him. Then he focused on his tasks. Doing the one thing he did best. Burying himself in a job until it was done.

@Bella:D (Jax)​
 
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Melanin-Gxdess

Queen of Melanin


Jylene Ferrea

Knowing they were going to bring Ivan back soon, Jay had gotten her medical bag and stuffed it with sterile needles, morphine, gauze and anything else she thought she might need. She felt it was better to be over prepared than under prepared. Just as she was leaving the medical room, she heard Bex's voice crackled over the radio, demanding her medical team. With her bag draped across her shoulder, she replied with a copy and sought out her team. Without taking away too many of the essential people, she gave them all orders and their own small bags to take along with them. "Bex, we're headed to you. ETA 5 minutes." Clipping her radio back against her belt, she and her team moved with purpose.

With everyone trying to prepare themselves for the ambush, there were so many busy bodies around. Luckily she and her team practiced over a dozen times in the case of something like this ever happening. While looking for Bex she heard someone call out to her. Once she found the source and realized it was Bex herself, she made her way over. "Alright you've got one of the best ones and three of the up and coming members of the team. Please take care of them." She told her, her eyes then drifting over to Ivan himself. "Jesus old man, what did you get yourself into?" It was more of a statement than a question, but it didn't stop her from shaking her head anyway. "Come on, we've got to get you tended to." In her observation, she'd noticed him favoring his right arm more than his left, coming to the conclusion that he had hurt his left arm pretty badly. To help him out, she stood to his right and would let him lean on her if needed. "I've got it from here, Bex."

Bex (@Bella:D ) Ivan (@shadowz1995 )
 

shadowz1995

Disciple of Flame
Dr. Ivan Salazar

"Estoy bien. Dejanme en pas!" The old doctor protested as much as his body allowed as he was ushered through the base. "Withers, my injuries come later! I need this thing in my lab immediately! Everything else is secondary!"

Though between the panicked and mobilizing legions of the Western colony, his accent becoming worse due to his urgency being ignored, and the almost certainly cracked ribs, he wasn't sure if he was heard properly.

The doc held one eye shut and while he couldn't see it in a mirror, he didn't need to. Bexley was not the best at hiding her emotions and the two never got along. The expression she showed when she got a good look at him told him everything he needed to know. His left eye was damaged beyond repair.

His only hope now was that they didn't need to surgically remove the eye. There was literally no one he trusted with such a delicate procedure other than himself.

He let out a string of curses that barely finished by the time Jay had arrived. When she asked what he had gotten himself into, he merely shook his head, "A small price to -Hngh!-" The adrenaline was wearing off and all the pain was rushing to alarm him that something was wrong. It felt like someone was jabbing a knife into his ribs and twisting the blade everytime he spoke. His shoulder felt like someone was branding him with a red hot iron poker.

"To pay..." he finished eventually once he caught what little breath his lungs allowed him to store. "For how much I can gain from the specimen." The doctor allowed Jay to get under his shoulder and support him. He looked to his left to address Bexley but obviously, he couldn't see her. So he groped the air, trying to catch hold of her and he finally did, or at least, what he hoped was Bexley. "Withers..." he said quietly. "The beast must be kept alive. At all costs. We cannot throw this opportunity to the wind."

He pointed aimlessly to where he thought his satchel was taken, "There are three more vials FULL of that serum. You can keep it unconscious for quite some time."

His grip tightened into a desperate vice on whatever he had latched onto, "Please Withers." If there was one thing people knew, Dr. Salazar never said please. If nothing else, it showed how truly desperate he was.

He released his grip and allowed himself to be escorted away. "My left eye is a lost cause. Shoulder is dislocated I believe. Possibly fractured. I'm not sure. You'll have to check. I might have bruised ribs. Cracked at worst. Wrapping will do. Get the moonshine I brought to disinfect the wound and gauze. Don't use morphine on this. I'll grit through the pain." he rattled off instructions to Jay in his usual fashion when dealing with other patients.

At least, he was universal with his treatments.

@Bella:D @Melanin-Gxdess
 

Misty Gray

Things and Stuff
Theodore Ashworth

1549319990900.png Theo had fallen back, along with Alex and Eli, but continued to fire at the walkers as he did, repeatedly reloading his rifle throughout. When the teenage lad pointed out he couldn't see the end of the horde, the scout leader nodded his head in agreement. He wanted to know how many more there were and where they were coming from, but knew he couldn't get the whole picture until back in his security rooms higher up in the HQ tower.

Hearing Alex's words about how the West has took off pretty fast caused Theo to tighten his jaw in frustration as he tried to hold his tongue. His mind was still focused primarily on the shit-breathed walkers he was wasting bullets on, but he was sure in the back of his mind he was irritated with the West for disappearing from the scene after he'd stepped up when they needed the East's help. Not only that, he was still suspicious of Ivan and the man's desperation to keep the super-zombie alive. Part of him was wondering if he should have just blown a hole in the monster's skull and have done with it. His attention was drawn away from those thoughts as Alex tripped up, but she soon overcame the situation and Eli stepped in to finish the zombie off.

Theo continued to cover the three of them, having been equipped with plenty of ammo. Once Eli and Alex were safely into the compound, Theo followed on, lowering his rifle and hooked it back over his shoulder to give his arms a much needed rest. Then Eli asked what the orders were. Before he could answer, he heard the messages over the radio about the elevator being functional and mentions of getting to the third floor. Theo pointed to the elevator shaft for them to follow him into, he then continued to speak as they ascended the building. "I want you two to continue on to the seventh floor security rooms. Check each corner of the building to see where the walkers are coming from and make sure they're only coming from one direction. Use your radios to update me on the situation. I have sniper rifles set up in those rooms, but if you can't make a mark on the crawlers from there, reload your weapons and join the others on the third floor," he told them.

Theo stepped out onto the third floor and soon sighted David with Hector and Emerson. He knew the building's defences were being put into place, so didn't need to check up on that front. Despite having some major information for David, Theo's first concern was for the living. "Emerson, are all scouts accounted for?" he immediately asked the man. Theo soon turned to David and pointed in the direction he'd just entered the building from. "There was a walker out there like nothing we've seen before. It was faster, to the point of running at us. The thing was practically unaffected by bullets, even from the shotgun," he informed him. "The West were insistent on keeping it alive and managed to take it down before dragging back with them. No doubt for their doctor to experiment on," he pointed out. Doctors in labs, creating 'wonder drugs' or similar was something Theo had no reason to have faith in.

@Shireling (Eli, David) @Bella:D (Alex)
 

Bella:D

Yes, I put pineapple on pizza. Sue me.
Bexley Withers
Jax Darby
Bexley with rifle gif.gif Bexley was trying to stay calm at this point. She was good under pressure but this type of pressure was on some sort of crazy acid trip that she couldn’t get a handle on. She rolled her eyes at the doctor as he protested, stating that his injuries would come later. ”If you want any hope of finishing that said research, you’ll shut up and do as I say!” She ground out as she led him towards Jay quickly. Bexley helped move him along with Jay towards a stable area before the doctor told her that she had it from here. Bex nodded her head firmly, reaching for her walkie as she was about to give her people more direction when Ivan suddenly reached out and grabbed at her, calling her by her last name as usual.

He insisted that the beast be kept alive and Bexley was beginning to have second thoughts about the thing. He spoke of not throwing such an opportunity to the wind but Ivan was nearly killed by the opportunity he was speaking of. He pointed aimlessly around and Bex didn’t bother to look, knowing where his satchel had been taken already…it definitely wasn’t where he was pointing. She nodded her head but knew the man couldn’t see her. The grip on her shoulder tightened and Bex winced slightly for a moment before a surprised look appeared on her face at the face that the doctor had just said, please. Knowing that he was very serious about this, Bex cleared her throat. ”Go on then, before you bleed out.” Was all she said before he released her from his grip. With that, Jay and the rest of the medical staff took the doctor away and Bex was left to stand in the middle of the hell that was Saloon in that moment. Her eyes looked around slowly for a moment as she took in the chaos, taking in the familiar faces of her faction until one face in particular stood out to her…one that was currently being handcuffed and pulled towards the underground hatches.

”Hey?!” Bexley called out towards Jax and the man’s cocky smile made her want to punch his lights out. ”Heyyyy!” He called back and Bex growled out, shoving her way through the crowd of people. Once she arrived, she grabbed the man by the shirt, pulling him roughly. ”Like hell you are going down there! How the fuck did you get here?!” Bexley hissed out and Jax quickly explained that Matt had brought him back. Death shown in Bexley’s eyes before she ordered the men to carry on to the hatches. She would deal with Jax personally.

Dragging the man by the shirt, she headed towards the Saloon where Mac and Nik were waiting with the beast. Jax could be watched without her fearing of his escape. Opening the door to the Saloon, she threw the skinny man towards the beast where he stumbled, causing himself to stop just beside the thing. He let out a gasp in surprise and stumbled back away from it, causing Bexley to chuckle harshly. Looking to Mac, she nodded her head firmly towards the front line, ”I need you out there with me. Nik can look after these two.” She looked to Nik before saying, ”If that beast so much as twitches there is vials and syringes in the satchel right there.” She pointed to the satchel sitting on an empty wooden barrel.

Nodding her head towards Mac again, she expected her to follow as she made her way out of the Saloon building. Headed through the busy streets again, she made a beeline for the front lines, where the zombies were beginning to climb up the chainlink fences.
with: Mac @MadiRaiCat ; Nik @Nightblade
mentions: Ivan @shadowz1995 ; Jay @Melanin-Gxdess ; Matt @DistressedDisaster
 

MadiRaiCat

Cat Cuddle Connoisseur

Mackenzie O'Leary
Location: Saloon, Central Park
Mentions: Nik (@Nightblade)
Interactions: Bexley (@Bella:D)
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Mackenzie's question for Nik was cut off by Bexley entering the Saloon once again, angrily dragging a man along in tow. Mac instantly recognized him as Jax, the asshole newcomer who had joined the East not so long ago. From the murderous look on Bex's face, it was a wonder he was still alive. Mackenzie watched in silent amusement as Bex shoved Jax towards the creature they had captured, stifling a laugh when Jax stumbled at the sight of it. Maybe they could kill two birds with one stone with that thing.

Mac's attention was drawn back to her leader when Bexley spoke again, relieved she wouldn't have to guard that annoying jerk too. "Roger that," she replied evenly to Bexley, moving to stand from her place leaning against the counter. In a swift movement, Mackenzie effortlessly slipped through the strap of her crossbow, letting it sit comfortably at the center of her back. Double-checking that her blades as well as the powerful handgun were still strapped around her waist and thigh, Mac nodded to Bexley and murmured, "Ready to go."

As they walked through the streets, Mac made sure to quickly grab the crossbow bolts she had shot earlier at the walkers. Tugging the bolts from the decomposing flesh of the twice-dead zombies' heads, she briefly watched as the mush that was once their brains oozed out. "Gross," she murmured, shrugging and following alongside Bex toward the chain link fence. As they neared, she pulled her crossbow into her hands, loading it smoothly. Aiming at a few of the zombies attempting to climb the fence, Mac pulled the trigger and watched as the bolt traveled through one walker's skull and into another. Noticing the East seemed to have retreated, Mac asked Bexley as she shot another bolt, "What's the plan here? We're sorely outnumbered."

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CkSmalling

In the End, Death gets us all
Robert Sloan Jr.
[Mentions: @Bella:D (Alex), @Misty Gray (Theo)]
Robert was in the greenhouse maintaining the equipment and watering the plants. It was kinda one of his daily routine and it always put a smile on his face whenever he was around plants. The seeds were growing nicely and the weeds were removed. He was told that there was another person also in the agriculture department but we was a scout as well so he was in alone for the time being. He hasn't got the time to meet everyone but he had time.

As he was busy watering, he had a commotion outside. He placed the water can down and headed outside. He saw people scattering about. He tried to stop people to get some info but none worked. He peeked out of the nearest window and the sight almost made him faint. 'No no no no not again. Please not again.' The hoards of the undead were too much to count. Flashbacks made him grab his head and slump down to the floor trying as hard as he could to contain his screams.

After like 1 minute of holding his head and mashing his teeth together, he stood up, tears freely falling from his eyes. he was not going to let that happen again. He was very much not qualified to fighting zombies but for times like these, aim for the head and hope for the best. He looked at the window one last time and headed towards David. At least he could be of some help.

He approached David and saw that the scouting team had returned. Well at least Alex was safe. That was a good sign. He approached them and looked at them closely. "Must have been a close one outside. Sorry for enduring it all of a sudden." He announced his sudden appearance. " Is there something I can do to help?"
 

Bella:D

Yes, I put pineapple on pizza. Sue me.
Alex Bailey
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Alex felt like she could finally take a breath now that they were in the safety of their faction, but she knew the fight was far from over. Like Eli, she awaited direction from Theo, who was quick to tell them that he wanted the pair to continue on the 7th floor. Alex nodded her head quickly in understanding before looking to Eli to see if he was ready. Before she left to head up with him, she noticed Robert heading over looking a bit rough. Concern fell on her face as she tilted her head to the side, about to ask if he was alright but she stopped herself, feeling as if that question had an obvious answer. No one was alright in times like these. Sighing, she nodded her head once again and waved her hand for Eli to follow her quickly. The pair headed towards the elevator and waited for the thing to get to their floor. Once it pinged, the doors opened and Alex practically leaped inside, not wasting anytime, she pressed the button to the 7th floor and the doors closed behind them both.

All was quiet as the elevator began to rise and Alex could hear the faint elevator music playing in the background, Ode to Joy twinkled in the back of her mind and Alex felt as though the choice in music was cruel. She looked to Eli a moment, just glancing to see if he was alright before the elevator pinged once again, signifying they were about to be on the 7th floor. When the doors opened the blonde immediately exited towards the sniper rifles that were set up in the corners of the floor. Approaching the window, her eyes went wide at the amount of walkers that had wondered over to their side, her eyes lingered over to the West side as well, able to see they were currently on the same boat.

”Shit.” Alex mumbled before looking over to Eli, ”Cover the right and I’ll get the left?” She suggested, not waiting for an answer as she walked over to the far left sniper. Grabbing her walkie, she assessed the situation below before pressing the talk button and speaking, ”Theo, we are up on the 7th floor. We are currently being surrounded on the front gates, and from what I can tell, there are more headed out from the far West side. Almost like someone opened flood gates..” She explained before releasing the talk button. Not waiting for any signals, Alex grabbed the sniper rifle and positioned it below, over the heads of their fellow faction members but close enough to get the walkers at the front gates.

Once Theo got back to her, the blonde grabbed her walkie again to speak to those down below, ”We’ve got a birds eye view from up here, front lines back off slightly to avoid injury, sniper rifles in position. Over.” With that, she waited until the lower defenses backed off before putting her finger on the trigger. Once she was sure she had her shot lined up, she fired watching as a walker fell to the floor instantly, heads exploding on impact. There was a sort of thrill that came with killing a walker, one that she just couldn’t deny. Surprisingly, she let out a laugh and her head turned to look at Eli, a mischievous grin on her face. ”Most headshots win.” She stated before turning back to her own sniper and continuing to fire.
with: Eli @Shireling
Mentions: Theo @Misty Gray ; Robert @CkSmalling

Bexley Withers
Bexley gun gif 2 .gif Bexley offered a small smirk towards Mac as she stifled a laugh of amusement towards Jax’s reaction, if it were any other time, she may have burst out into a fit of laughter too. But he wasn’t suppose to be here and after what the East saw with them protecting that beast…him being in their territory was not going to make things any easier. They walked through the chaos that was Saloon and Mac was busy pulling her bolts from the walkers that had gotten too close to their territory. A hard laugh escaped Bexley as her friend said gross before shrugging her shoulders and going on her merry way. Bexley moved the rifle strapped to her back into her hands as they approached the fence.

Years of dealing with this type of shit and yet every instinct told her to run. Her heart raced as they neared the fence and the sounds of the gurgling and moaning were enough to forever cause her nightmares. Her eyes looked out towards the park, that was now being swarmed with walkers, the East had retreated. Typical. Bexley fired a few rounds, missing one at first before hitting another walker straight in the skull, the brains and the rest exploding out like a watermelon under pressure. When asked what the plan was, the western leader didn’t have an immediate answer. ”I’ve never seen this many.” She told Mac honestly before firing off a few more rounds. Her eyes looked over those on the frontline and she knew that people were depending on her. They were fighting along side with her because they believed in her, in this faction, in themselves. She knew she couldn’t give up. That wasn’t an option.

Her mind raced as she took in the chaos and that’s when she heard a blood curdling scream that shook her to the core. Someone had gotten too close to the fence. ”HELP ME!” Bexley gasped and raced forward towards the man who was being pulled up against the fence. Blood hands and mouths trying to rip into him. Bexley stood inches away, her gun pressing against the flesh of a walker before pulling the trigger. The blood and other stuff splattered all over the front of her but that didn’t matter. She shot again and again, until no hands held the man, he fell to the ground.

”I need help over here!” Bexley shouted over the man’s screams. She looked over him and what she found immediately broke her heart into pieces. On his arm, there was a bite mark, clear as day. ”No. No. No.” Bex gasped out as the man began foaming at the mouth. She knew what she had to do, but doing it in front of her other people. She had seen her father do it many times…but herself? She’d never taken a living life, undead sure! easy. The tears began to fall from the leaders cheeks as she shook her head. ”You are going to be okay.” She said before a walkers hand reached out in front of her face, causing her to fall back on her behind and scramble back, pulling the fallen man with her.
with: Mac @MadiRaiCat
Mentions: Matt @DistressedDisaster
 

DistressedDisaster

If music is my soul then rhythm guides my feet
Matthew Williams

Matt had been in the middle of swapping off the torch to someone else when he paused. The screaming for help nearby had caught his attention. Since he'd already been trading out the heavy flame torch with someone else so he could check the situation elsewhere, this was an incentive to hurry up. The following cry for help from a familiar voice had him all but shoving the equipment onto the other man as he dashed towards the yelling a bit further down from his recent position. He didn't bother to hesitate as he spotted the man with Bex foaming from the mouth, already drawing his pistol and readying himself. He stopped a few feet away to steady his hand for the act just ahead of him. A lined shot and a pull of the trigger quickly and messily sent the man to his grave proper. The second bullet was fired out towards one of the reaching hands at the wall.

Turning an eye to Bexley, he extended his non-dominant hand, the other occupied by his pistol as he remained alert for anything else.

"You good? Not bitten?"

Even as he awaited a reply, he was scanning her body meticulously. Not in anyway but concerned and calm. Though, the slight hitch in his breath was a good enough indication to anyone who'd known him for long enough. He was nearing his own breaking point with the chaos, and purposely avoided looking at the messy remains of the man who'd been bitten. It had been a immediate thought. The foaming was enough indication that he was a danger. This fact compared with the high stress had been enough to pull the trigger first, and feel guilt later on.

@Bella:D (Bexley)​
 

Shireling

A Servant of King and Country
Eli Cartwright
potentialElialternate.jpg As they entered the elevator, Eli was busy checking his rifle. He drew out the bolt and made sure that it was sliding correctly before he slotted it back into the rifle. he noticed Alex glance back in his direction, as if ascertaining his state of mind. To be honest, he was quite frazzled, but he concealed the stress with a smile and a nod. As the elevator opened on the seventh floor, Eli followed her over to the weapons racks and watched her take a rifle from the rack. He shouldered his .308, which he had grown somewhat fond of, and picked up a Springfield with an attached scope. He had no idea where they had acquired such a weapon, but he figured he would need the optics.

He followed Alex's lead again, looking out the window at the sea of undead that was threatening to bury the whole tower. Alex darted to the left, so he took his rifle over to the right side of the building and took up a perch on a window no other sharpshooter had claimed. Carefully, he unhinged he window and swung it open, poking the barrel of the rifle out the window. Before he took aim, he dialed in the sights to around the proper distance. He glanced to his left and watched Alex with her eyes down the scope fire and pick off a walker below. She turned to look at him, which startled him, before she proposed the contest: "Most headshots wins." She told him.

With a mind not to be shown up by another rookie, much less a woman, Eli turned his attention out the window. The scope swayed back and forth before coming to rest on a member of the undead legion, whereupon he squeezed the trigger. The bullet shore off the creature's jaw, but didn't seem to drop it at first. Another shot, right in the center of the neck, partially decapitated the beast that once was a man and sent the body splattering out on the pavement below.

"Not sure if that counts," he laughed, pulling a bead on another walker. He didn't get quite as much satisfaction out of killing these shades of animals that were once men that Alex seemed to get from it. He wondered if that made him odd. He fired and watched as what was once a fireman snapped its head backwards and fell to the earth. A bit of bile seemed to rise up in his throat at this, but he steeled his nerves with a quick glance to the men who were retreating in from the perimeter. He focused on being a shield for them moreso than a sword for the East.

Two shots in rapid succession. "Two more," he grunted, tossing the empty magazine and grabbing a spare from a nearby ammunition box. He rammed the magazine home and drew back the bolt, looking to make a dent in such a target rich environment.

@Bella:D @Misty Gray

David Cartwright
david cartwright no goggles.jpg As Theo strode up, Emerson did a sort of quasi-salute and David gave the man a look of concern and respect, glad to see him all in one piece and ready to lead the attack. After Emerson had reported that all the scouts were either safely inside the building or had returned to the safehouses they had set up outside in the ruins for them to use as FOBs, he withdrew to assist in the preparation of the first defensive line. Theo's words hit David all at once like a rain of bullets.

"If what you say is true," said David, after a moment of contemplation, "the Western colony is looking to do a biopsy on the creature. I have a feeling that whatever they learn from the results will be both highly important information that is material to our continued survival and extremely confidential. If I know the West, they will keep us in the dark about the whole thing, no less insulting considering my boy was almost killed in the process of retrieving the thing."

At this, David let out a little sigh. He had watched Eli leave with Alex in the elevator, but hadn't had the chance to talk to him. He was beginning to realize and be impressed by how strapping and brave he had turned out to be. But, leaving this matter for another time, he turned back to Theo. "Arm yourself, place yourself wherever you see fit. I will lead the first floor defense if you would like to regroup with your sharpshooters on the seventh."

By this time, Robert had reached the third floor along with the last groups of agricultural workers being ushered in by the scouts. The man looked visibly shaken, but approached the eastern leader with offer of help. David took pity on the man, surely he would be better off waiting upstairs with the rest of them. But, the more he thought of it, the better it would help the man's pride and the common good to offer him a place in the defense. Thus, David waved in the direction of the weapons supplies that had been brought downstairs.

"Mr. Sloan, feel free to grab a rifle and grab a place in the defense. No hardworking citizen of Taurus willing to risk his life for his fellow man will be turned away at this barricade," he said, giving the man a reassuring smile.

@Misty Gray @CkSmalling
 

MadiRaiCat

Cat Cuddle Connoisseur

Mackenzie O'Leary
Location: Central Park, the Fence
Mentions: None
Interactions: Bexley (@Bella:D), Matt (@DistressedDisaster)
Outfit:
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Mackenzie couldn't help but smile when she heard Bexley let out a hard laugh, happy to have brought at least a little bit of light to an otherwise gloomy day. She had never seen this many walkers all at once, and wasn't surprised when Bex said she hadn't either. This was unusual for sure. Mac knew that some walkers traveled in packs, in hordes. But this wasn't just another horde that happened to stumble upon their territory. No, this was something else. Almost as if something had drawn them there. Both factions were careful about leaving trails for the walkers to follow, so what could it possibly have been?

Absentmindedly swinging her crossbow over her shoulder and removing her twin blades from their sheath, Mac danced amid the walkers and forced her daggers into their skulls, pondering the idea. But, a blood-curdling scream followed by Bex's panicked shout drew Mackenzie from her thoughts. She glanced around, wide-eyed, in search of the source before her emerald eyes finally landed on Bex and a man standing far too close to the fence. Mac sprinted to her leader's side, jabbing her blades through the rings of the chain-link fence until all of the attacking walkers had fallen. Adrenaline rushed through her veins like liquid fire, and Mac couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment at the sight of a pile of dead zombies.

Her internal celebration was short-lived however, as Bex's saddened gasp drew her attention. At first, Mac had thought the man they had saved had attacked Bexley, seeing her fall to the ground with wide, panicked eyes. Mac was quick to act in sheathing her blades, her instincts usually outweighing rational thought. She pulled the tearful Bex a few yards back from the man. "Are you alright?" Mackenzie asked, kneeling at her friend's side and glancing over her for any signs of injury. People could say a lot of nasty things about Mac, that she was cold, bitchy, brutal. But no one could deny that she was immensely loyal.

A gurgle from behind Mac caused her to turn sharply, eyes darting back to the man on the ground. He was foaming at the mouth, pupils dilated, almost spasming on the grass. Mac knew those symptoms all too well, and immediately scanned his body for marks. Her normally bright green eyes darkened to a deep, stormy hue at the sight of the blood-encrusted bite wound on the man's arm. Glancing back at Bex, Mac knew all too well what her friend was feeling, the fate of the man they had saved now set in stone.

Placing a gentle hand on Bexley's shoulder, Mackenzie murmured, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Look away if you have to." Her words were soft, kind, completely opposite of how people usually described her. Growing up in a crime-filled family had hardened Mac, giving her an icy exterior that could drive even the bravest man away. She stood once again and took a few steps toward the man who lay on his back in the grass, a bit of blood pooling around his arm. Mac pulled her sidearm from its holster, her face stoic and void of emotion.

But then, she caught sight of the man's eyes. They were bloodshot, sure, but were a rich hazel in color, like the forest floor in a spot where the sun had peaked through the canopy. Mac paused, knowing that color all too well, the same color of someone else she took the life of: her father. Normally, Mac would never hesitate. But in that moment, it felt as though she was killing her father all over again. Thankfully, Matt had come to her rescue, his bullets causing any life left to drain from the man's eyes. "I'm sorry," Mac whispered softly, only to herself. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, forcing any tears threatening to fall back. After a moment, she returned to Matt and Bex, holding the handgun loosely in her dominant hand. "Everything alright?"

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CkSmalling

In the End, Death gets us all
Robert Sloan Jr.
[Mentions: @Bella:D (Alex), @Shireling (David, Eli)


Robert tried his utmost best to keep a steady composure but the thought of the un dead coming in the building was freaking him the hell out. This was a position he did not anticipate getting into. But if he was to stay here, he might as well help out.

When he was told to grab a rifle he literally froze in place. Well weapons were not his strong suit, especially the ones that go blam blam blam. But i guess there was a first time for everything. " I will try my utmost best to help wherever i can sir." He did a small bow and followed the rest of the people to the weapons cache.

There was a good selection of guns. Guns he was only seen in movies and video games. But never in real life. They look so 'real'. He picked up what he could imagine was an assault rife. The sheer weight of the gun made him not use it at all without training. 'Might as well start with something small and handy'. He selected a small handgun and viewed it from all angles possible. 'Yea, I can definitely feel the vibe.' He approached the nearest window and pointed the gun at the huge crowd of easy target practise. He aimed and pulled the trigger. 'Click. Click. Click' Nothing fired. No loud deafening sound. "Is this Gun broken?" He found himself saying that very loudly. He clearly remembered the movie people shooting them without doing anything.

Swallowing his pride, he decided to ask, and the two people near him were the scout dude and Alex. He approached them carefully since they were in a bit of a competition of some sought. "Umm can anyone of you show me how to use this thing?"
 

Bella:D

Yes, I put pineapple on pizza. Sue me.
Bexley Withers
Bexley with rifle gif.gif Before Bexley could even think about how to help the man beginning to spasm before her. Mac was there in a hurry and she placed a gently hand on her shoulder. Bex couldn’t move as the redhead told her to look away if she had to. Before Mac could finish the job, Matt was quick to rush to the scene, not hesitating as he aimed and fired at the spasming man in her arms. Bexley let out a shout as the man’s blood hit her front and face. She stared openly at the messy corpse that was left, no longer spasming, he was finally at peace again. Matt looked at her and Bexley stared right back with wide eyes. At first she hadn’t heard him speak, the ringing in her ears far too loud as she simply blinked at the man. But after another moment, it finally seemed to register with her that he was asking if she was alright and the brunette bobbed her head up and down. ”I’m good.” She huffed out, noticing he was looking over her body closely, ”Really.” She assured him before pushing his hand away that he offered.

Mac asked if things were alright as well and Bexley cleared her throat, ”Fine.” She murmured back before the brunette pulled herself up on her feet. Looking around, the chaos was becoming too much to handle. She wanted to see her faction at peace, where no one lost their life. Her eyes looked to the man with a bullet hole in his skull, his eyes still wide open as he forever stared up at the sky. ”We get the flame torches up in the front lines and we will be behind them. I want this to end. Now.” Her voice was full of determination.

”I’m not losing another person.” With that, she grabbed her walkie and called in more back up. The fate of her faction rested in her hands and she wasn’t going to be able to fight it alone. If her people were behind her 100% the least she could do was make sure they got out of all of this alive. ”Mac, I want you to take the far end side, Matt I want you to take the other. I’ll take the center. I’ve called for back up along with grenades. Fire is going to be our best friend, distract them with the fire and then go in for the kill.” A burning zombie was an easy target.
with: Mac @MadiRaiCat ; Matt @DistressedDisaster
 

Bella:D

Yes, I put pineapple on pizza. Sue me.
Alex Bailey
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Alex didn’t have time to check on what Eli was unsure of what counted, her eyes fixed on the swarming horde that wasn’t letting up. From what she could tell, the kid was doing well, able to handle the stress that was being placed on him in this moment. There was a ping of the elevator but the blonde didn’t turn around to see who it was as she trained her rifle on another member of the undead. This one was a larger fella, and from the looks of it, probably one of the first to be turned. His skin was flaking off in thick chunks, unlike the rest, as if he were breaking apart from the inside. He limped forward, struggling to carry his own weight as he made a move for the fence with the rest of the horde. He was probably one of the easiest targets and yet, Alex couldn’t seem to take the shot.

Something so exciting had a reality to it and at the end of the day, the memories she would have of today would haunt her for the rest of her life, especially the image of the larger man in line with the barrel of her rifle. Before she could take the shot, a voice rang out and caused her to jump. She lifted the rifle up and out of the window before turning to see Robert. He was holding a handgun and on him it just didn’t look natural, which caused a small smile to appear on her face despite the tense situation. ”Alright rookie, lesson number one, a gun needs ammo.” She pointed towards the direction she was now walking in, the ammo box. Turning to look at the handgun, she noticed it was a Glock G29 before turning back to the ammo box and grabbing the right cartridge. ”Here.” She murmured, grabbing the gun and emptying the empty cartridge before placing in the new one. ”Now all you need to do is point and shoot.” She winked at Robert before nodding her head towards the windows.

Grabbing her rifle from off the ground, she placed it back out the open window and waited for Robert to open the other one beside her. ”Point and shoot. Most headshots wins. Right now I think Eli is kicking our asses!” Alex aimed at the large man she had her eye on before and without hesitation, she took the shot, getting the man right between the eyes and watching as his head exploded on impact. The corpse fell to the ground quickly and Alex moved on to the next body. Now she was getting into the rhythm of things, her hands firm and unwavering as it only took her one or two shots to end the undead.
with: Eli @Shireling ; Robert @CkSmalling
 

DistressedDisaster

If music is my soul then rhythm guides my feet
Matthew Williams



Matt retracted his hand as it was waved away, using it instead to double check his ammo. Listening, he put his brain on autopilot. Take the far end, and take out the burning trash. Simple.

Still, he couldn't help but worry that this event would only be the beginning of something else. Especially if looked like it was from The Wall. God knows those bastards ran a tight ship. If they lost any of their defense, it was a matter of time before the other factions followed.

With the looming threat of failure to weigh his feet down on the ground, he offered Bexley and Mac each a short nod as well as a few words.


"Good luck. See you after."


Afterwards he was turning heel and quickly heading towards the far end with long strides, doing as Bexley had instructed. He really was a loyal dog. At least that loyalty and commitment kept him alive and with some sense of safe community. Because being on top meant you had more to do, but because you had more to take care of, if you did well enough, you weren't one of the ones left in an alley way during a skirmish gone wrong. You were the one calculating the loss of manpower, the loss of ammunition and resource. On top, everything below could become numbers. Statistics. And that type of thinking would keep him sane. Afterall, if you tell the same lie enough times, you'll come to believe it as well.


@Bella:D (Bexley) @MadiRaiCat (Mac)
 


Jylene Ferrea
While listening to Bex and the Doc go at it, she was focused on one thing and one thing only; making sure Ivan wasn't about to die or otherwise pass out. While she did have practice in actual surgical medicine, she focused on the mind more than the body. If there were some sort of complication, she would possibly need him to guide her through it. Listening to his diagnosis and instructions, she scoffed. She found a table and helped him onto it, shaking her head. "So, I'm the doctor here now and you're the patient." There was a small hope inside of her that the stern voice she was using would make him listen to her, but she knew that was not the case. She was going to do what she knew she needed to in order to keep him alive.

She wanted to deal with his shoulder first, since it would possibly be the easiest to fix. Carefully examining his shoulder, she could tell it was definitely dislocated. It was better than being separated, that's for sure. "Alright doc, it's definitely dislocated. So, I'm going to give a count-," she cut herself off, trying to distract him as she popped his shoulder back in place. To be honest, she enjoyed whatever grunts of pain he gave off. Not in a sadistic way, more like a "This is what you get for being reckless" kind of way. Her next task was to get his arm in a sling, to try and prevent any further injury.

When checking his ribs, again she was careful. She didn't have the right equipment to check and see if his ribs were broken, but since he hadn't complained too much about them she figured they were just bruised. With the wrapping, she made sure not to wrap it around his waist too tightly. His eye was something she definitely didn't want to do, but she knew she had to. "Alright doc. Moment of truth." Taking a deep breath, she reached into her back pocket for her penlight. Reaching towards his eye with her gloves on, she managed to check under his lid. She sucked in a breath, not being able to see with all the blood. "Okay, lean back but carefully so I can clean this out." Once her followed her directions, she looked around for a spout bottle to clean the wound out with. Any glass from his mask she pulled out then shined the light in his pupil. When there was no response, she shook her head. "Ay dios mio, doc. Es una causa perdido." She regretfully told him. His eye was not fixable and she let him know it.

Once his eye was taken care of, she dealt with the smaller things like the cut on his head. As instructed she used the moonshine, since everything that had happened was his fault to begin with. The pain he was in was kind of like her own revenge for him risking so much of his life. "There. Your heroics have been taken care of." She was partially upset with him, it being apparent when she started snatching off her gloves.


Ivan (@shadowz1995 )
 

MadiRaiCat

Cat Cuddle Connoisseur

Mackenzie O'Leary
Location: Far end of Western Territory
Mentions: None
Interactions: Bexley (@Bella:D), Matt (@DistressedDisaster)
Outfit:
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Mackenzie felt her heart rate begin to slow, and the fire of adrenaline that had ran through her veins began to subside into icy stoicism. Satisfied that both Bexley and Matt were alright and ready to get this over with, Mac nodded at Bexley's orders. "Ok. Stay safe," she murmured, before turning and heading in the direction Bexley had pointed out. She settled into a steady jogging pace, forcing the memories of her father and the scene that had just unfolded into the furthest corners of her mind. Mac didn't want to deal with those emotions with others around and without the help of her friend Jack Daniels.

After a while of jogging, Mac stopped at the far end of their faction, examining the spread out horde of walkers. A bit of backup had showed up, carrying flame torches. One came over to Mac and handed her a few grenades. "Flame torches, distract the zombies. Everyone else, aim for the head. No survivors," Mac called to her mini-army. They nodded in agreement, ready to defend the faction they cared about so much. Mac nodded, holding a grenade in the palm of her hand. Glancing at it, she pulled the pin and lobbed the grenade into a particularly large group of zombies. "Grenade out!" The explosion killed a few, and knocked the limbs off a few others. The loud sound, however, attracted the attention of the other walkers, and they all began to gravitate towards the sound.

"Alright, let's get to work," Mackenzie said, a steely cruel look darkening her deep green eyes. She yanked her blades from their sheaths, the cool handles resting comfortably against her palms. Ignoring the instinctual fear that came with running head first into danger, Mac charged towards the group of dismembered zombies. Her blades sank easily into their skulls, and she twisted them to ensure the walkers wouldn't reanimate again. Sickly brown blood splattered from the inflicted wounds, dotting her clothes. But Mackenzie didn't really care in that moment, too preoccupied by making sure the dead stay dead.

She smelt it before she felt the pain, the scent of burnt decomposing flesh assaulting her senses. In any other scenario, Mac probably would have gagged in response. But in that moment, the gasp that left her lips was caused by the burning sensation against her skin. Mackenzie spun around, finding herself face to face with female zombie engulfed in flames. With one fiery hand, she had grabbed on to Mac's arm, leaving behind singed hair and angry pink skin. "Fucking hell," Mac ground out, shoving the blade in her uninjured hand into the eye socket of the walker. The zombie fell to the ground, no longer moving. Mac examined the burn for a moment, realizing it was a bit serious. But she had more important things to do. So, the redhead pulled out a flask and dumped the vodka in it onto the wound before wrapping it in a ripped piece of cloth.

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CkSmalling

In the End, Death gets us all
Robert Sloan Jr.
[Mentions: @Bella:D (Alex), ]


At least he had helped. He thought Alex was going to be too grossed in the killing spree to spend a few moments to show a very old man how to shoot a gun. He was glad he was wrong. The enthusiasm she displayed made him smile. He followed her closely as she lead him to the ammo box. "A Glock G29. Got it. And that's the ammo for it? So small." He picked one up and observed it carefully. " And heavy too." She loaded the magazine and he observed every step of the way. " So that's how you load a gun. Interesting"

Alex handed the gun back to him and he noticed the weight difference. "Wow it just got a load heavier than before. So point and shoot. That easy?" He pointed the gun towards the heard and pressed on the trigger. The gun fired alright but the force threw him off balance and he staggered backwards. That was not something he expected. he watched Eli and Alex and he figured out that they had previous experience with weapons. He stepped back to the open window and fired again, this time he managed to stand his ground. He fired another shot and at list that hit somebody on the shoulder. "Just point and shoot. point and shoot. point and shoot." He repeated those words over and over again like the Lord's Prayer.

He glanced back at the duo and managed to hear Alex say something about kicking eli's ass. "Good luck. When i reach that level of confidence, we shall have a match."
 

Bella:D

Yes, I put pineapple on pizza. Sue me.
Bexley Withers
Bexley gun gif 2 .gif Bexley hesitated as she waited for Mac and Matt to head in their separate directions. She wasn’t too far off from where she needed to be positioned in the middle, she looked around her for a long moment as back up could be seen barreling in, carrying the flame torches that were ordered. Everyone was quick to fall into line and get to work, doing what was best to protect the faction. The woman felt proud of all of them, a small smile showing on her face despite the chaos around her. Not wasting anymore time, the woman got to work, jogging towards her position in the center, she called out towards those who chose to help her. ”I need those with the torches in the front lines! Weapons positioned behind ready to go. You know where to aim.” Not waiting for a yes or no, the woman turned and watched as her people switched positions quickly, the torches being positioned in the front and a line of weapons being positioned behind them.

Grenades were thrown and the brunette watched as they landed in the middle of the horde. Not a second later, they went off, safely killing off some walkers but only knocking the limbs off others. It wasn’t a surprise when the other walkers gravitated towards the loud sound. Grabbing her rifle, Bex pulled the trigger immediately, aiming for a few zombies on fire in the front, figuring they were the easiest targets to get first. They fell easily with one blow to the head, falling against the grass on the outside of the fence, causing the dried out patches around them to catch on fire as well.

Bexley didn’t have time to think about the destruction the flame torches would cause the west, but in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but address it. The torches were only used in dire times like these, when the whole colony was being overrun and there was absolutely no other way to stop it. The torches were something that her father had worked on, perfecting it and making it more efficient for the task it was meant to perform. Bex was trying hard to work on her own type of invention, wanting to try something a little more on the safer side. The woman watched as a walker on fire moved towards the trees, ”No no!” She hissed and soon enough, the tree just above the fence was licked by the flames, catching it on fire as well.

She didn’t have time to properly worry because she saw a burning walker get far too close to Mac. Gasping out, Bexley jolted to move in the direction of the redhead when Mac seemed to get a handle on the situation. The Western Leaders eyes looked back to the horde and she noticed something that she hadn’t before, a sign that God may have existed in this cruel cruel world.

There was a break in the horde, an end to the group that had overrun them. ”THERE’S THE END!” She shouted to the rest of the people around her and a cheer broke out from behind her. They were coming out of this alive and she couldn’t have been more relieved.
with: Mac @MadiRaiCat ; Matt @DistressedDisaster
(People can post after me but we will be moving the chapter on in a few hours)
 

Bella:D

Yes, I put pineapple on pizza. Sue me.

Chapter 3: Come out come out


TAURUS
Date: Nov, 31, 2017
Time: Early Morning (8:00am)
Weather: Cold, stormy, flurries
SALOON
Date: Nov , 31, 2017
Time: Early Morning (8:00am)
Weather: Cold, stormy, flurries







Date: Nov , 31 , 2017
Time: Early Morning (8:00am)
Weather: Cold. Very Cold.

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South

North

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Bexley Withers
Jax Darby
windy .gif Bex had been up for more than 24 hours and sleep was no where in sight. Blinking back tears as her eyes watered from a yawn, the woman’s boots crunched against the dead leaves on the ground. The flurries of snow had started the night before, something that hadn’t happened on this side of the wall in years. Heading towards the Saloon where Jax was still being held prisoner, she walked up to the large metal doors and unlocked the large hinges before pulling them open. They creaked and squeaked loudly, causing the brunette to grind her teeth together for a moment. Once she pulled the door open enough, she stopped and walked through the door. A smirk formed on her face as Jax looked more uncomfortable than she felt. He was handcuffed against a railing, hands above his head, which hung tiredly as he attempted to sleep. Bexley was dressed in layers but from what she could tell the temperature was dropping by the second.

”Rise and Shine!” She barked at the man, who’s eyes snapped open quickly, letting out a gasp which caused Bexley to laugh stiffly. ”You’ll be relieved to know that we are sending you back to the happiest place on earth. For you at least.” The Western Leader grumbled before walking over to him with a pair of keys. She unlocked one of the handcuffs before grabbing Jaxton’s hand tightly, ”Don’t fuck around.” She warned the man before untangling the handcuffs from the railing. Once that was done, she placed the cuff back on his wrist tightly, securing both into place. ”Get up.” She said lowly before watching the man scramble to his feet. Reaching down towards her left thigh, she grabbed the handgun she had strapped against it before training it on Jax, letting the man know she wasn’t kidding.
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The man placed both hands up in the air, level with his chest as he stood up slowly. ”Alright, Alright!” He snapped before his own smirk formed on his face, ”No breakfast?” He asked to which Bexley growled, ”Fuck off!” The woman definitely didn’t have any more patience to deal with him. Knowing that they were heading to meet with the East wasn’t doing her any sort of favors, she didn’t want to deal with them either.

Reaching out, Bex grabbed at the chain that held the handcuffs together, holding it tightly as she tugged it forward. Leading Jax out like a dog, the exited the shooting range and the leader locked up quickly. As the woman practically dragged Jax through the territory of Saloon, they both got a good look at the chaos around them as they headed towards the front gates. Walking down what was the main area of the base, things seemed normal looking for the most part. But as they got closer and closer to the gate, things started to change. Charred buildings and trees close to the fence were still smoldering in the cold light of the morning, the flurries evaporating against the heat. The bodies of both fallen westerners and the undead littered the perimeter around the outside of the gate, some still barely moving, trying in vain to get what would be their last meal.

Bex stopped a few feet behind the gate, her eyes searching the piles of the undead, having seen the slight twitch in some. Her eyes saw a woman, her arm raising slowly, hand making a claw like form as she tried to reach out for the flesh she could smell. Bexley cringed and moved her gun away from Jax towards the creature. She was in close range, making it far too easy for Bex to get a clean shot. Pulling the trigger once, all it took was one bullet, sealing the undead’s fate as she spasmed and ceased to exist. The shotgun echoed loudly into the early morning, killing the still silence. Bexley didn’t feel anything as she turned away from the scene, her aim returning to Jax as she waited for Mick and Mac. The neutral territory was some ways away and she needed the extra muscles to make sure there was absolutely no funny business between Jax and the Easterners, not only that, but she had a soft spot for the big guy…not that she would tell him that. Once he and Mac both arrived, the four headed out through the front gate carefully, heavily armed and ready for anything as they stepped out into familiar yet unknown territory.
432 Park Avenue Condos: 2nd Floor
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The four of them arrived early, Bex liking to have a few minutes to gather herself before facing the very people who grated on her nerves. With Jax sat in a chair, Bexley was pacing the floor behind him, her head shaking slowly. "We shouldn't be giving him back to them, right? This is wrong. They clearly can't keep track of him. What if he's dangerous? He could be the end of us if we aren't careful!" It sounded like crazy talk, a bit extreme but Bex worried about her people, concerned for the safety and wellbeing of all who lived in her territory. The East was not going to mess with her territory, especially not after what happened the night before. Bexley stopped pacing and looked to Mick and Mac, "How are we suppose to trust them now? They aren't going to help search for whatever that thing was...where that horde came from! I bet you they didn't lose anyone."The brunette's thoughts returned to the man Matt had so brutally put down like a dog before her very eyes, a shiver went down her spine as she moved to lean against the large table.
with: Mick @Misty Gray ; Mac @MadiRaiCat
mentions: David @Shireling ; Godfrey @Folklore


Alex Bailey
East Territory -Back Gates
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The directions had been particularly vague, at least in Alex’s opinion. The orders she had been given went as follows, ”We are looking clues as to where and how the horde came to be, if you happen to find something similar to the creature contained by the west, you get a promotion.” The promise of a promotion was too good to pass up, the blonde’s eyes almost bulged out of her head at the word. To no longer be a rookie was very much desirable. Despite the short period she had been with the team, she felt as though she was ready to move past the name of rookie. Of course it wasn’t up to her, and she knew it…but she could still be mildly irritated about it. The scouts and volunteers were separated into small groups of two or three and were sent searching in every direction possible. Funnily enough, Alex found herself being placed with Robert, the new face around Taurus.

Once told to start searching, Alex left the large group in search of Robert. When she found his friendly face, a warm smile formed on hers, ”Howdy stranger.” She told the man, lifting a hand up to tilt her invisible cowboy hat towards him, clearly mocking the West for a moment. ”Ready to get out there?” She asked. The East hadn’t been on the outside since the place was on lock down. The horde had been taken care of, despite not looking like it, there was an end to the terror from the night before. Bodies littered the perimeter of the fence, some still moving slightly, not completely destroyed.

To say that she wasn’t nervous would be a complete lie, the woman’s heart was racing as they began their journey across the territory towards the back gates. It wouldn’t be too long, but it was still quite a walk. There was silence that felt between the two, Alex hugged her rifle close to her chest as she looked up at the large buildings that covered them in shadows in the gloomy early morning light. There was a chill in the air, and although Alex was dressed for such weather, it still reached her bones and fogged her breath. ”So…” The blonde began, looking to break the silence as she looked ahead of them, her eyes scanning the empty streets around them.

”I was really impressed with what you did last night.” She began, another smile forming on her face as her head turned slightly to glance at Robert. ”You do well under pressure.”
with: Robert @CkSmalling


ACTIVE CAST: @Misty Gray @Melanin-Gxdess @Shireling @DistressedDisaster @MadiRaiCat @Nightblade @shadowz1995 @CkSmalling
 

Misty Gray

Things and Stuff
Michael Wilson

1549917901099.png Mick had been awake since sunrise and had wasted little time in making his way outside to marvel in the wintry weather. It had been quite some time since he had last experienced the snow and it did nothing to put him off from stepping outside into it. He found himself a sheltered spot by the saloon and set about doing his usual morning workout, the fresh and chilly air only spurring him to work harder to keep himself warm in the colder conditions. Once he was done with his workout and had rested a little, he put a jumper on so his bare arms were covered. Sighting one of the familiar men stepping out of the saloon, Mick wasted not time in grabbing a chunk of snow, forming it into a ball and then lobbing it into the centre of the man's back. He ducked behind the wall of the saloon building and smirked as his heard the guy call out: "ya fucking wanker, Mick!"

Once his exercise and general fun were over, Mick assumed a more serious demeanour and made his way to the armoury to grab himself some guns to go with the hunter's knife he always carried on himself. Once fully armed and dressed for the weather, he made his way to the gates to meet Bex. Even if he were blind, the sound of the gunshot gave away his leader's position already at the meeting point. As he approached, he couldn't help but stare Jax down, amazed the little freak had survived as long as he had. Once close enough to the pair, he sent Bex a genuine smile which turned to a more hostile one when he looked at Jax. "Isn't this a Christmas miracle?" He outstretched his arms to gesture to the white snow around them. "And! We're taking you to see Santa Claus," he commented, fully aware the bearded leader of the East would be present.

Once inside the condos, Mick joined Bex and Mac, ignoring Jax for the time being. When she asked their opinions on handing the guy back to the East, Mick shrugged his shoulders. "If I had my way, I'd just off the guy. No use wasting our resources on someone we don't trust and suspect as dangerous to ourselves. If that's too extreme, then hand him back to the hippies. They wanted him, so let him be their problem." Mick clasped his hands together behind his back and let out a deep breath. "Why would we trust them in the first place? When push comes to shove, they will only look out for their own side and if that means crossing us to survive, that's what they'll do. Isn't last night proof of that?"


@Bella:D (Bex, Jax) @MadiRaiCat (Mac)
 

MadiRaiCat

Cat Cuddle Connoisseur

Mackenzie O'Leary
Location: Saloon Weapons Base, then Neutral Territory
Mentions: None
Interactions: Bexley, Jax (@Bella:D), Mick (@Misty Gray)
Outfit:
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Mackenzie winced slightly as she peeled the no-longer-sterile cloth away from her forearm. It had been stained with blood and plasma from the wound beneath. Mac tossed the cloth into a nearby basket of dirty clothes she needed to wash before observing the injury closely. It had healed some since her encounter with the burning zombie on the battlefield, but still didn't look great. Fading from a blood red and brown scabbed skin, Mac now possessed a slight blistered pink mark in the shape of a perfect hand print wrapped around her forearm.

Mac didn't bother going to see the medical team about it. They had so much else to worry about with the other injuries from the battle as well as the Doc's new creature. Mac could disinfect it well enough on her own anyway. Taking a nearby bottle of grain alcohol, Mackenzie poured some on to a clean cloth and dabbed at the wound, wrapping it with a piece of gauze under a compression bandage. Glancing out the window, Mac saw the light of what sun there was reflect of the bright white snow. Winter had always been her favorite season, and it had been a while since she had seen snow, but there wasn't really any time to enjoy it.

Realizing she needed to meet Bex and Mick on neutral territory, Mackenzie walked from her bedroom in the back of the weapons base out into the main armory. She grabbed her signature weapons (her crossbow with a quiver of varying bolts strapped across her back, her handmade twin blades in sheaths around her hips, and a Smith and Wesson strapped to her thigh) before walking out the weapons base. She wasn't about to go anywhere without arming herself now, not after the horde attack. Her brown boots crunched on dead leaves and snow as she walked towards what they had designated as neutral territory between the East and the West.

Once the four of them were inside the old condo building, Mac took her place leaning against the wall by the door with her arms crossed over her chest. She liked to be the closest to the exit, able to keep anyone from getting out or in if need be. Glancing at Bexley, Mackenzie understood her paranoia, anger, and worry. She was the leader of the entire faction after all. But overall, Mick was right. "We don't really need another mouth to feed in Saloon," Mac agreed, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly as her stoic emerald gaze rested on Jax. "We could give the East one more shot to keep him in check under the pretense we shoot on sight if he trespasses on our territory again. I never really trusted them to begin with either, we would be better off splitting any connections with the East entirely."

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Misty Gray

Things and Stuff
Theodore Ashworth

1549925220697.png Theo hadn't had much sleep the previous night and was up early keeping watch from his vantage points in the skyscraper. He was still feeling let down by what had happened the evening before. He'd encouraged his fellow Easterners to assist the West in helping to fight back against the horde of zombies that had inexplicably appeared en mass. Only, the West had then retreated the fight in favour of taking the monster zombie back with them to some lab on their doctor's word. He didn't trust the man one bit, but that feeling towards Ivan was nothing new for him. Bex on the other hand... Despite all of the hate she had showed him over the years, he still felt somehow betrayed that Bex had abandoned the scene, leaving the East to fight what had essentially started as the West's problem.

Regardless of the reasoning behind it - and he sincerely hope Bex had a genuine reason for leaving them - today was about scouting the East's grounds to see if they could find where the horde had originated from and to find if there were any vulnerabilities within the East's security measures. Apparently there was some interest in finding another of the super-zombies, but Theo's initial inclination was to destroy such a beast.

Theo had arranged to meet Eli outside the Taurus HQ building so they could scout the North-East, whilst other small groups had been given their orders to take on other areas on the East. Theo had arrived at the meeting point a little earlier than planned, so patiently waited for Eli to join him.

@Shireling (Eli)
 
GODFREY FINCH—
Godfrey pulled his jacket tighter around himself as he walked through the biting cold towards neutral territory. He was in no way excited to be going and meeting the West, especially after everything what happened Godfrey knew that tensions would be high between both factions. Those Zombies came out of nowhere and that did worry him a bit. Not just for the future but because they have scouts going out today. A significantly smaller number than were fighting those things not long ago. He knew they would probably be fine but he was still praying for their safety as well as an answer, maybe. Like how the hell did those things get in here? Well, right now he just needs to handle one problem at a time or he'll surly go crazy. And the current problem at hand is going to grab Jax from the West. He pauses in front of the building and stares at it steeling himself and making the trek up.

He walked into the room, hand in his pocket, seeing the West and Jax already there. "One of these days I'm gonna be at one of these meetings before all of you." He stopped closer to Jax and looked at Bexley and then to the other Westerners. "I do hope everyone's alright after what happened, sincerely I am." He looks over to Jax looking him over. Well at least they kept him alive. After the first meeting that he had with the West you'd think the guy would steer clear of them. Even if there are undead around these people are just as much a danger to him. "Well, thank you for taking care of this one" He nodded his head to Jax. He's trying to gauge their feeling. They didn't look too happy when he first walked in. He doesn't want to say anything too hard just walking into this room, alone mine you, so he'll take it slow to begin.
Luckily there are only a few of them meeting here today. Though at the moment he's feeling the numbers are a little off with both Bexley and Mick across from him. Jax is more neutral territory so he's hoping David'll be here in a bit. He's certainly a bit more well spoken them himself as well as a bit older. And while the West didn't really respect anyone from the East maybe they had, at the very least learned to respect their elders.

@Bella:D @Shireling @Misty Gray
 

Bella:D

Yes, I put pineapple on pizza. Sue me.
Bexley Withers
Jax Darby
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Jax wasn’t too concerned with the Western leader. She could throw her little fits all she wanted to, all he knew was that her days were numbered and that warmed his chest with satisfaction. Apparently Christmas was a reoccurring theme for these idiots and all Jax could do was roll his eyes at Mick, not daring to say anything offensive to the large man as he wasn’t stupid.

At the condos, Jax felt sorely outnumbered as he watched Bexley continue to throw her fit, speaking so rapidly and high pitched that he was sure she was just one giant dog whistle. He tried to tune her out but what she was saying was too comical for him to ignore. He let out a low chuckle, which everyone seemed to ignore at first, just talking about him like he wasn’t even there.

”Um…helloooo? Yea Hi, I’m still in the room.” He protested a bit loudly, his eyes looking at Mick in particular. When Jax would have his way, and that would be soon, he would off the guy, Mick and Bex could join the horde or better, they could force feed them zombie flesh. A smile formed on Jax face as he let out another chuckle but this time, it was noticed.



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”What the fuck are you laughing at?” Bexley snapped, her eyes glaring daggers at Jax, who just continued to laugh. Bexley balled her hands into fists, turning back to Mick as she tried to ignore the asshole in the chair. ”If we killed him, the East would flip a bitch. I have no choice but to give him back, as much as I would like to slit his throat right now,” Grinding her teeth, the man only continued to laugh seeing as it annoyed the woman so much.

Blowing out a deep breath, she focused on Micks words about not trusting the East…and like he said, last night was definitely proof of that. The woman didn’t know why she had put her trust into Theo. If there would have been people on the front lines, the horde wouldn’t have reached and overran the bases. Bex wasn’t sure what possessed her to think she could trust him. Hurt wasn’t a word she wanted to admit feeling, especially when it came to him but she felt that and anger.

Mac backed up Mick’s words and Bexley nodded her head slowly in agreement as well, finding it hard to speak at the moment. Jax had finally shut up, only because someone entered the room. Any further discussion of cutting the East off entirely would have to wait. Bex turned to look at Godfrey, looking refreshed and well dressed as usual. The Western leader laughed harshly before rolling her eyes, ”That’s not the only thing we beat you people at.” She remarked. His sudden sincerity towards them raised red flags for Bexley. She said nothing as Godfrey looked Jax over, thanking her for taking care of him.

Bexley pulled a look of disgust and shook her head. ”I’d rather his head be hanging above my fireplace, but I just felt oh so generous today.” The sarcasm was heavy in her voice. ”Where’s Santa?” She questioned, ready to get down to business with the real leader.
with: Mick @Misty Gray ; Mac @MadiRaiCat ; Godfrey @Folklord
mentions: David @Shireling ; Theo @Misty Gray
 

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