Realistic or Modern x A Fight for Survival x~Zombies Bite (IC)

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Bexley Withers​

The morning was quiet, as it usually was around here. Bexley kicked her boot against the small pebble in front of it, watching as it took off, bouncing sporadically a few times before resting. Clutching her shotgun to her chest, the woman’s eyes glanced up to check her surroundings, relaxed for once. Everything seemed to be going right, the last few days had been easy going as far as zombies and the East were concerned. The woman spotted her destination, the sheriff’s station that was in he middle of the small yet mighty civilization that was the West. Saloon wasn’t much, but Bex loved her faction and the people in it. The Sheriff station was one of the only buildings that they used above ground, the rest of their world took place underground, where it was safe.

The woman walked through the doors, not needing to lock up for there was no need. The East stuck to their side and the walkers never strayed out this far into the territory. Walking through the front, she walked past what would have been the front reception desk towards the back. The large generator in the building was used to keep charge of certain items, especially the medical equipment. Bexley looked over the supplies a moment before finding what she had been looking for, the last walkie. Picking it up from its charging station, she turned it on to the right channel before pressing the button to speak, ”This is Lone Ranger calling out to the scouts, hows it looking out there? I will be in route to your position shortly, over.” Releasing the button, she turned, strapping her shotgun to her back so she had another free hand, she made her way toward the exit of the building.

Looking around at the empty streets of the city, the silence could seem eery to some. To Bexley, it was comforting, the stiller it was around these parts, the better. Static suddenly broke the silence as one of the scouts had something to report, ”Scout to Lone Ranger, you might want to get here quick. We found someone.” This caused Bexley to halt in her steps, her heart kicked into overdrive as she thought about who this someone was. Her heart wanted to believe it but her head was telling her it wasn’t possible. Atticus was long gone. Her jaw clenched as she brought the walkie to her lips, ”Coordinates?” She asked. She was already walking towards the wall, having a feeling that this person would have appeared near there. Once the coordinates were given, the woman took off into a sprint.

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Bexley slowed to a jog as she saw her two scouts blocking the few of the person they had found. ”Who is-“ Bex stopped in her tracks when she saw it wasn’t her boy. The scouts held the mystery person at gun point and Bex pulled out her handgun from its holster around her hips, doing the same. She wondered why her scouts were so far away from the person when her eyes saw the faint paint line that indicated the border between the East and West. ”Fuck.” She hissed out as she looked passed their guest towards the trees, knowing the East scouts had seen them. ”The hippies will be here any second.” Bex muttered to her scouts before turning to bark at the newcomer, ”You! Where did you come from!?” Her eyes scanned the East side once more he expression looking irritated as the newcomer wasn’t answering her quick enough. They didn’t come across too many people as of lately, the last newcomer had arrived nearly 4 years ago.

The man looked to be in his late twenties, thinner but seemed to be in good shape for being supposedly alone. ”I came from Time Square.” The man answered in a deep voice, looking Bex up and down a bit nervously. The brunette’s eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the man, trying to get a good read on him. Before she could speak again, the sounds of multiple footsteps breaking up the fall leaves could be heard from the East.

(The Mystery man is a NPC for now until I make up his character sheet)

THE CAST​

Misty Gray Melanin-Gxdess Shireling Nightblade Folklord Walnutt Moka-chan (If you have not finished your character, you will not be allowed to post. Please finish your characters!)

 

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Chapter 2: Too Close for Comfort​

TAURUS
Date: Nov, 30, 2017
Time: 1700 hours (5pm) Sunset
Weather: Chilly, storm moving in
SALOON
Date: Nov , 30 , 2017
Time: 1700 hours (5pm) Sunset
Weather: Chilly, storm moving in

Date: Nov , 30 , 2017
Time: 1700 hours (5pm)
Weather: Cold. Very Cold.
tags; Misty Gray Melanin-Gxdess Shireling Folklord DistressedDisaster Nightblade Archon

South

North

code by pasta​

Bexley Withers​

”Fucking stupid thing!!” Bexley hollered at the large target that was farther away from her, over the wall between her and the other targets in the Saloon. Aaron let out a loud laugh as he grabbed the bottle of Jack before taking a large swig. ”You are losing your touch, kid. And with a simple hand gun like that, tsk tsk.” The man shook his head and Bexley growled at him. ”Bigger. I need something bigger.” She growled out and Aaron barked out another obnoxious laugh, ”Hell yea you do, you know, I’ve been trying to tell you, all you need is some good di-“”Shut the fuck up Aaron!” Bexley hissed before turning her back to him, making her way over to grab another weapon, something that would blow the target away.

Grabbing a machine gun, Aaron whistled, ”Good taste,” He commented to which Bexley smiled with pride. ”This. This is bigger.” She said before walking back over to stand next to Aaron again, the tip of her toes barely touching the white line her father had made with spray paint all those years again. ”Mind pressing the button?” She asked the man and he nodded his head before she took her aim. ”Ready?” Aaron asked and Bexley nodded her head once before the man pressed the red button, turning on the moving targets as they ran towards her, mimicking the terrifying movements of the walkers on the outside. Bexley pulled the trigger, not holding anything back as the bullets made a terrible sound, tearing through the metal as if it was skin. The bullets lodged themselves behind the targets, in the giant thick metal wall. When she was good and ready, the woman released the trigger and the smile on her face was wide enough that it hurt her cheeks. ”Now that’s a weapon.” She hummed to Aaron before practically skipping over to put the weapon back in its place. Dusting off her hands as if they had something on them, Bexley nodded her head and sighed.

”Right, well thanks Aaron but I should get out to meet Matt, he’s surveying the wall and I got to help him cover the rest of it. I’ll catch up with you later at the bar.” With that the woman waved her goodbye and hurried off, taking off into a sprint towards the border. It had been a rough couple of weeks. She had noticed that more walkers were making their way through her territory and she hadn’t been able to locate where they were coming from, as much as she tried. Much like other carnivores, the zombies liked to travel in large groups so it was often very easy to find them and take them out all together. You find one, you normally find the rest of their friends.

They were surveying the wall for any sort of opening. She had yet to discuss this issue with the East, wanting to secure her side and make sure that they weren’t coming from her end before suggesting that they do the same. She hadn’t spoken to anyone on that side since the meeting had ended. Annoyingly enough, her thoughts often returned to Theo and the words…the accusations he dared to make at her. He still couldn’t see how wrong he was, after all those years. At one time, he’d been her everything and now she was just trying hard to forget who he was. When she wasn’t thinking of that man, she was thinking of her son and her father…missing them terribly more now than ever she often entertained the idea that they were somehow together and surviving…truly happy without her in their lives. Everything she touched was poisoned…

The woman had slowed to a walk as she approached the weapons base, wanting to grab something other than a hand gun. Her eyes automatically went to the semi automatic rifle and she grabbed a reload before heading out. Walking the rest of the way, the trip towards the wall would take some time, the border running all the way through central park. Bexley decided to take her time, wanting to survey all of the border while there was some daylight left. The sun was setting slowly under the thick dark clouds that were rolling in, covering the sky in orange and pink.
mentions: Matt DistressedDisaster ; Theo Misty Gray

Jax Darby​

It had been two whole weeks since Jax had been taken in under the care of the East. Luckily for him, the East was pretty lax in what he was allowed to do around the faction and he didn’t have too many eyes on him all at once all the time. Of course there was still the scouts that had to be taken into consideration, he had yet to figure out how to outsmart them…they were more clever than they appeared.

It was sunset and Jax was currently enjoying some peace and quiet walking a little bit aways from the border, along the vast tree line of central park. The man enjoyed the scenery on this side of the wall as compared to his home, there was a lot more sun and a lot more plants. The snow was pretty occasionally but it tended to become a bit much for him at times, always having to bundle up to get anywhere. The man walked towards the wall, curious to see what it really looked like from this side.

He knew that his brother would most likely disapprove of any sort of distractions that would lead Jax astray from his tasks, but Jaxton liked to see things from a different point of view. Sometimes, you had to enjoy yourself in order to achieve the one goal you set out to do. As he walked, the wall came into view and a small smile formed on his face. Home was just beyond it, and to some degree he was missing it terribly. But there was more freedom on this side, he wasn’t under his brothers iron fist and he wasn’t second to that little brat…Atticus.

Ever since that boy was found, Jaxton had been replaced as his brother’s second in line for the throne. The boy had quickly become a special place inside his brothers heart and there was nothing that Jax could do to stop it. Try as he may, he couldn’t figure out a way to get rid of the boy, he was like an annoying little pest that wouldn’t leave what wasn’t his alone. If it was up to Jax, the boy would be working in the slums with the rest of the human trash, mining for coal to keep the rest of the upperclass warm.

Jaxton had been so focused on his own anger that he hadn’t notice how far he had walked, the wall coming into view now. It towered above him but not in the intimidating way like it did on the Northern side. There were plenty of trees around and near the wall, something he would have to inform his brother about…
mentions: Matt DistressedDisaster ; David Shireling