[M] Toxic Wasteland

[SmileyCassandra]

Rated M for gore, violence, death, drugs, language, and sexual mentions.

OOC (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=37911)

Hazel Montgomery: L.A, 6:00PM.

A loud bell rang throughout a large building, sending frantic students running. The building was clear, besides one person who remained within her classroom. She had paid a boy to pull the alarm, so she would have time to finish her painting, before heading to work. It would only delay class ending for another ten minutes, but that was enough time to make her painting perfect. She stroked in some of the missing sky and dotted in the emerald green eyes of her model. By the time she was finished she had an image of a woman laying on a large tree branch, the sun behind her setting. After the young woman was finished, she washed her brushes and covered her work with the plastic bag she used for all her paintings. She then made her way from the classroom and headed her way down the college hallway.

She had half an hour to make it to her job, which happened to be the next town over. She sighed as she walked out one of the fire escapes, earning looks from other students who were scared out of their wits. When she finally reached her car, she smiled. Even though she hated her job because of the people who call with rude personalities, she still looked at it like a chance. A chance to live her life independently, to earn the things she needed, instead of having it handed to her. As she got in her car, she looked up to see someone heading for her. She groaned inwardly and sucked in a breath. Her boyfriend, the boyfriend she didn't wish to see at that precise moment.

"Hey, Hazel, what are you doing?" the man asked, leaning on her car. She scrunched her nose at his breath, he'd been drinking...again. She shook her head and started up her car.

"I'm going to work." she replied shortly and then moved so she was driving away. She left her boyfriend standing in the parking lot, with a confused expression on her face. Maybe it was rude of her, but she hated when he would drink. It made her sick, it was like alcohol was more important than her.

As Hazel drove down the road, she couldn't help but notice someone on the side. They looked sick and she wanted to stop, but she didn't have the time. She sighed in disappointment and kept on going. She was sure someone would stop soon and help them, but if they didn't, she would forever be heart broken. Twenty-five minutes went by and she finally made it to work. She opened her car door with a huff and slowly stepped out. Her heels clacked against the ground as she walked in her work place, she smiled as she looked around. The place had a nice feel to it, made her feel more at home than at her real home. Which was a dorm at college, which she hated, because of her slut roommate. She hated that girl with a passion, the girl made Hazel hate her, there was no way around it.

Without another word, Hazel made her way to her desk. She plopped down and got right to work. The room she was in wasn't that big, so everyone in it could be heard. Which is why she was shocked when the boss told everyone to watch the news. That happened to be on the wall to her left, so she turned to face it. She never understood why they had a TV in there, but she figured it was for the higher ups. The news popped up on the TV and her eyes widened. Something happened at her college and that made her jump up from her seat. There was an ambulance in the parking lot and it showed someone being lifted into it on a gurney.

When the face of the person on the gurney was shown, her heart broke into millions of pieces. It was the man she loved, the man she left to be stranded not even two hours ago. She then proceeded to pick up her phone and dial her boyfriend's parents number. She waited for someone to answer, but that time never came. She pulled the phone from her ear and stared at it for a couple of seconds. It was all her fault, she left him there, she could've given him a ride home. Just as she got up so she could leave and go to her love, something on the news caught her attention.

"We need people to stay indoors, I repeat, stay indoors. We don't have much information on the matter, all we know is something isn't right, and we need everyone to stay indoors." the woman on the screen said and Hazel bit her lip. Her thoughts flickered to her family, to her parents. Were they OK? Was everyone she loved OK? She couldn't stop all those thoughts from circling in her head, she was extremely worried. She didn't care about herself, all she cared about was everyone else. Her friends at school, her boyfriend, and even the people she didn't know. Was that person on the side of the road OK?

She was to busy worrying, to notice the world falling apart around her. She wasn't aware that she would witness tragic events upon reaching her parents home. She didn't know that everything would be gone in the blink of an eye and she would have to fight for her life, in order to survive the new world, where the dead rise.

Emily Odim: New York City, 9:30PM.

Emily walked into her home, fear written on her face. She was sent home by her best friend's mom, because of something serious. She didn't know exactly what it was, but she was terrified. Maybe she scared to easily, but the terror in that older woman's voice made it hard not to react in the scared kind of way. She looked around frantically, yelling for anyone that would be home. No one answered, when someone was usually home by then. That caused Emily's heart rate to increase, she only wanted to know what was going on. She continued walking through her home, checking almost every room.

There was only one room left, her parents room. So she went there as fast as she could and stopped short when she saw the mess. Clothes where thrown everywhere, it was like they packed in a hurry and left. Emily gulped back that idea and turned to check more places. She wasn't sure where she should look, where else could they be? Maybe her family went to the grandparents, that's usually where people go at the first sign of trouble, at least Em's family did so.

To confirm her thoughts, Emily decided to check the garage. If the car was gone, then that's where they must have went. Her thoughts were confirmed once she saw that the car was gone. There was only one thought left in her mind, why would her family leave her behind? She quickly threw that thought out, coming to the conclusion that they thought she was safe at her friend's house. She flipped on her TV just in time to hear what all the hype was about.

"People are waking up and biting others." a woman said and Emily tilted her head. What was so horrible about that? She knew people who would bite others, that wasn't so bad. Though when the woman continued talking, she took back those thoughts. "People are rising from the dead and eating anyone they can reach. No one is safe outdoors! Get inside, shut everything and hide. Do not go outside, I repeat, DO NOT GO OUTSIDE!" the woman yelled frantically and with that the news cut out.

Emily sat on her couch, pure terror playing in her eyes. The only thing she could think about was her family, she didn't like being away from them in such a situation. How was it possible? How could people possible come back to life and eat others? It was just like those movies, the ones she could never watch due to being to terrified. She wanted her family, she wanted them to come back for her. She believe they didn't want to leave her behind, but they didn't have much of a choice. They thought she was safe already, they would get a hold of her, she was sure of it.

Little did she know, that her family didn't even think twice about her. They were to busy worrying about themselves, to wait on their seventeen year old daughter. They were already miles away, not willing to turn around for her, even after remembering she wasn't with them. They proved they only cared about themselves the day the dead came back to life, and Emily didn't even know it yet.

Hazel Montgomery: 9months later, Jersey, 8:00AM.

Hazel sat on a rather large rock, looking out at the scenery. She was on lookout, the morning shift. She hadn't seen any leeches so far, but she was aware that they could surprise her at any moment. She was worried for the group, they needed food, and they needed a better hideout. She was outside of the hotel, but it was fenced in. That wouldn't keep the leeches out though, nothing could keep them out really. They would get what they wanted if they were strong enough, but Hazel was proud to say that she and the group could handle their asses. The first she met in the group was Emily, six months back.

The girl was singing while skipping down a road, Hazel thought she lost her mind. She didn't understand why Emily would skip down a road like that, knowing the danger it would bring. It was a risk bringing such a naive person in, but then again she needed all the man power she could get. The girl was good with a gun, while Hazel would kill herself if she tried handling one. Though they hadn't died yet so that was a good thing. They had a few more people within the group, but Hazel couldn't be bothered with remembering at that moment.

She was looking out for them, while they'll slept. She had just traded places with a woman, so the woman could get some rest. She would keep lookout until five in the afternoon and then trade out with someone else. They had a good cycle within the group, it made others feel much safer. Hazel let out a yawn and tried to keep her eyes pilled. It was hard to believe that nine months had already passed, that she was once a college student who lived for every minute. Now she really was that girl, the girl who had to survive. Everyone was that person, the people were now living in a new world, a world much worse than the one they once new.

You had to be careful on who you trusted, because a human could stab you in the back faster than a leech could bite your head off. Hazel shook her head, trying get rid all those thoughts. Though she didn't succeed, she couldn't help but think of the group she was in. There was no leader, because there shouldn't have to be. Team work was key, even if you didn't trust anyone. Hazel only trusted one person among the group, herself. Though she was beginning to trust everyone else, because she hated being alone anyways.

Hazel jumped from the rock when she heard a noise, having her machete ready in her hand. It was a false alarm though, so she plopped back down with a sigh. She kept her eyes out in the distance and her head full of thoughts that didn't mean shit.

(INFORMATION: Anyone in the group with Hazel, you can interact with her if you'd like. :) Also there are two groups you can be in. You can be in Hazel's Group or at the Complex with Johnny. I wont be butt hurt if you don't choose to be in my group, so don't worry. Just remember, both groups will meet up at some point within the RP. Also, I'm sorry for my sucky first post. ^_^)

[Karixia]

Los Angeles: 6:00 AM- 4:00PM

Miko woke up just like any other day, the sound of a Japanese band that nobody ever heard from was playing on her cellphone. She could not tell the day they moved to the states however ever since she knew she was interested in her culture, the Japanese culture. She dedicated herself to see what was so great about the Japanese swords her father had all over the walls of his room, what did they represent. Slowly but surely she started learning, becoming faster and faster.

The tune kept playing, it would not stop, that is until she stopped it. Groaning Miko reached besides her and grabbed her cellphone, pressing the button ‘Turn Off’ finally the vibrations and the almost annoying tune came to a stop. It wasn’t like she didn’t liked music, but she knew that if she placed something she liked then she would never get up, it was the logic of the crazy. Now she had to prepare herself for another day of high school, it was coming to an end, her school life was quickly coming to an end and she loved it.

She arrived at school, her eyes scanning the place, everything was quiet as usual. Miko never thought on her life that she would be using one of her skills to actually run for her life by the end of the day. The first few hours went by normally, taking notes and participating on the schools track team which was pretty famous on her school. By the middle of the day however someone spoke over the school microphone system.

“Students, teachers and staff…an emergency has occurred and we must ask all people to go as fast as you can to your homes and lock yourselves. If you think you cannot get home fast I suggest going into somebodies house for awhile. I repeat go to your houses and forget the school NOW”. The screaming coming from him was very unusual, his voice seemed different, almost like he was forcing himself.

Like in a que all students began running out of the classrooms, trampling on each other and making even more people injured. Miko learned from her time in the classes of Kendo that everything must be taken care of with care and calmness. She remained on her seat, her eyes closed as she waited for all of them to run away, she was not going to start getting hurt because of them. She sighed as she finally stood up, ready to make her own escape.

First she did not took the normal door out, that would lead to a lot of trouble from other students. Calmly she walked over to the window and opened it sneaking herself out from where she was. Her eyes went wide at what she saw, there was a student on the ground with blood all under her body. Miko quickly rushed to her and touched her shoulder only to see her face. Her cheek was scarred off her body, it was like claws ripped the flesh out of her cheeks. There was no way a person would survive such a thing, that was an instant death and yet the person was moving, groaning and moaning.

Having a very bad feeling about the situation Miko backed away, her eyes scanned the woman as another person came in to help. A scream was heard coming from him as the girl took a chunk out of his arm, that was her que she must run away. Searching her bag she grabbed her cellphone and her keys, she needed to be a light as possible if she was going to free run to her home. Without any more time to waste she began running away.

She jumped and ran without stopping, jumping from building to building, over fences and jumping down the stairs. Her only thing that kept her going was her father, was he alright?. Finally after awhile of jumping and free running she got to her house however her father wasn’t there. Rushing to each door she finally found him on the backyard, the floor filled with blood. There were a couple of bodies around him, apparently he went down fighting.

Reaching for the sword she picked it up and then looked at her father that was quickly getting to his feet. “D..Dad…please… I know your there somewhere… it’s me…MIKOTO” she screamed at the guy who was her father but he didn’t react, his eyes were hollow and dark just like the ones at the school. Taking her sword she placed herself in position before slashing forward, something big fell down followed by something smaller. Without even looking she turned around and began walking back home, supplies and everything she needed would be right at her house, now she needed to get out as soon as possible.

Jersey- 9 Months Later 8:00 AM

A pack of energy bars and a half empty bottle of water, that was all that she had left and she could not believe that it lasted that long. She had a very tight suit which was perfect to not let her sword interfere with her free running. The last person she saw alive was a man double her age getting eaten alive by whatever those things were. She had managed to survive by running, free running but she knew that she needed to find somebody who had food fast or else she would clearly fall.

Jumping out of a building three floors high she landed and rolled on the roof of another building, she jumped from the stairs of a building all the way down to a wall and then to the floor. Everything was going as planned. There was a local Hotel, she needed a place to sleep that offered good solid doors, in any case you could clean out a hallway and make her home in one of the rooms. However what she did noticed was that the gate was closed. She did not heard any moans or groans silence just silence. There must be living out here however she wasn’t the type of person to make noises. Taking an deep breath she began walking around the gate, her hand on the handle of her sword just in case.

Out of the nine months that this happened she only fought a couple of times, one of them was her own father. She could not even think of why he was outside, perhaps he was waiting for her to come through the back yard? She had no idea but now he was dead and she was the only person that remembered him which was enough.

She touched the fence and looked inside, she could see a girl sitting on a rock facing on Miko’s direction. Bending down she grabbed a small stone and threw it to the girl to grab her attention. Even if they did not had food something as simple as some clothing would be wonderful. Now days groups were difficult to get in and she had nothing to trade, she only hoped their price were not too high.

[Jarms48]

Joseph Agrippine Elaine
Chicago: 5AM

"Alright we have ourselves an extremely hostile situation, CPD already have officers on the scene. We have hostages, exact number unknown estimating roughly a dozen. Gunmen have shown themselves to be trigger happy, ambulances are on standby and coroners are ready to move the dead. Two civies have been reported KIA, there's a negotiator who goes by the name Hills, he is our go to." The commanding voice of the Senior Sergeant from urban pacification. The man obviously not enjoying his situation or being pulled from his desk, his morning coffee going cold and his bagel going stale. He paced himself in front of the white board, his silhouette taking up most of the screen thanks to the illumination provided by the roof mounted projector.

"Do we have snipers on the rooftops with eyes on?" Joseph rose his hand and called out his question, his eyes snapping from the slideshow; and to their non commissioned officer. Joseph was a rather easy to please, demanding all information they had available and what assets were accompanying them. This was going to be a no effortless task, lives were at stake, his fellow officers and the hostages these gunmen had detained.

"Yes, as is standard procedure snipers have been positioned on key structures adjacent or ringing the target building. The thugs are smart however they've moved the hostages to the vault and have claimed to have the room wired to blow on a dead mans trigger." The tactful Sergeant continued waiting for further questions.

"So your saying we have an unknown amount of hostages numbering from at least twelve to god knows what, an undefined number of tangos and a possible explosive threat that will be triggered the second one of these men lift their fingers from the detonators click?" Came the summarized are you serious rehash from Constable Pickering, the mans Brooklyn accent as evident as always. A recent transfer to the team from the NYPD, he was good at what he did but Joseph could almost picture a cap swung backwards across his head and a baseball bat in hand.

"Bomb squad members are already on site, attempting to disable the detonator remotely as we speak. Hills is buying us as much time as he can but they are threatening to kill another hostage in the next half an hour if they're demands go unsatisfied. Now arm up and get to your vehicles." The Senior Sergeant gave them a nod and walked out the door, heading back to his desk to finish his date with his morning coffee.

Joseph and his seven peers threw themselves from their seats, their actions could have been mistaken for unison to an untrained eye. They sprinted to the stations armory hastily donning their gear, while the teams leader entered in the weapon lockers access codes. The man grasped the lockers handles and began throwing he officer their weapons. It went like clockwork, the team combat ready and mounted in their vehicles in under two minutes. The armored trucks police radio continued to wail, squawking like a hungry bird, reports of attacks and military presence soon spreading across the waves.

"What the hell do you think it is, riots?" Questioned Jackson, leaning into the transports rear compartment from his comfortable position in the passengers seat. The others sat weapons between their legs, looking to each other under face shields and balaclavas, this certainly wasn't activity they had ever heard of. The trucks breaks were slammed hard a military roadblock had erected itself across the main avenue, Joseph and the rest of his team jerked violently against their harnesses, Joseph shook his head; listening as he heard the drivers door open and close.

"What the hell is going on?" Questioned the teams leader, to the trooper who seemed in charge of the operation. The police officers rifle grasped tightly in hand, lowered and pointed to the asphalt.

"Quarantine operations, city is to be sealed off and sterilized. Local law enforcement personal are now under military jurisdiction. That means you, report to nearest blue zone HQ and seek out their CO they'll brief you on everything." The soldier ordered, though from the mans insignia he was only a Corporal. No doubt ordered to hold his position until further orders.

"We have a hostage situation to attend too!" The police office shouted back, making his urgency known and his disdain open for the world to see.

"That doesn't matter anymore! Don't you fucking get it! The entire fucking city, the entire fucking country is under attack, now report to the nearest blue zone HQ on the fucking double! Do you understand!?" The Corporal answered, his squad raising their rifles and watched as the PD member retreated back to the armored truck, the vehicle reversing; and pulling away to find the nearest rally point.

"What the hell was that sarge?" Pickering asked, his voice whispered in the case that someone outside could have heard them. The point was mute, at this speed with the sirens blaring and through the armor plates anyone outside wouldn't have heard a peep.

"A long road ahead, we just got conscripted into the National Guard." The team leader replied bluntly.


* * * * *

Joseph sat perched atop the old hotels roof, feet dangling over the edge and weapon sitting in his lap. He had ejected the magazine and began polishing the individual rounds, breathing on them; and wiping them to a shine with a clean piece of rag. He couldn't sleep, he could barely sleep now days, his past seemingly haunting him wherever he went. His friends and family, he could see their faces every time he closed his eyes, watching helplessly as he tried to save each; and everyone. He watch Hazel as she sat on her rock keeping watch, Joseph helping her do her job from the shadows. It wasn't that he didn't trust the women, more so the fact that she lacked a simple range weapon and over the course of his time in this group never seemed to want to learn.

Joseph stuffed the cloth back in his pocket and reloaded his sub machine gun, sliding the magazine home then cambering a round. He dropped a hand from the weapons grip and placed a finger under his face shield sliding the plastic protector up so he could place his eye over his P90s sight. Skirting his aim and gaze across the terrain looking for anything suspicious, he hated it here. In fact he hated being anywhere during the last three months, the last of his team, the military unit they had been adsorbed into now gone. Here he was, a lone cop surrounded by a bunch of self proclaimed survivors. To his eyes they were still mere civies, that needed his protection more than his....... current need for sustenance.

He was starving, whatever rations he was able to digest seemingly wasn't enough to satisfy him and his own moral standing wasn't earning his stomach any points either, giving his food away to the members of the group who needed it more than him. He at least was conditioned, he did survival training and he probably had the greater tolerance threshold too. Joseph wasn't the type to openly complain, preferring quiet and solitude, his own thoughts; and muses.

"Hey Hazel! You want me to take watch?" He called out, letting her try to get some extra sleep at least. (Prior to Miko's rock throw)

[deamonstalker]

Johnny Yakimosha: Bushkill, PA 2:23 PM

"Whacha doing, John?" The kid right next to the one in question asks, looking over his shoulder. "Just looking at our town, using Google Maps," Johnny replied, staring intently at the Ipod in his hands. "You know what? We are in the middle of nowhere, at least on here," He said to his friend. "If you go south of where it says we are, then follow the 209 up, till Digmon's Ferry, turn onto Digmons Turnpike, taking a left, mind you, then follow it for a bit, at least until the first turn, take that turn, and you get to where we are, the roads into the culde sacks around the school." he finished, as he slipped the Ipod away, into his pocket.

A few minutes later, just before the bell rang, he was standing next to the door, looking out into the hallway, and saw a kid run past, headed in the direction of the bathroom. He moved, so that he could look down the hall, following the kid, and saw one of the teachers crawl out from behind the lockers, latch onto the kid's ankle, and bite down. The kid went down, and the teacher ripped out the kid's throat. "..." was all he could say, as he stared at the two people. When he thought the teacher would get up and shoot someone, the kid got up, with his throat torn out. "The zombie apocalypse is here..." He muttered. The two zombies stood in the hall, not finding anyone to munch on at the moment. He turned to the teacher, and said, very calmly and seriously, "Um, The dead have risen, sir, and they have a hunger for us." Loud enough to cut through the entire class, hushing everyone. "What, are you high, or something, kid?" The young substitute said, standing up from the magazine he was reading. "Not at all, and as everyone here knows, I never kid, or lie. I can't, I break out smiling at some time. Also, If you don't believe me, why don't you go out there? I have proof." Johnny responded. The teacher, now looking flustered, said no, and sat back down.

One of the Jocks, Bill, not bright but the strongest one in school, came over and asked, "What do we do, Johnny?" as he stood there, looking like the brute he was, just an unsure brute. "Well, if you would get your jock buddies to smash the teacher's desk, we would have some crude bludgeons, more than enough to kill the zombies." Johnny replied, looking back at the two zombies. They hadn't moved. Yet. Johnny watched, with a small smile, as the jocks all calmly walked over to the desk, one of them holding one of the cheap metal desks the kids had to use, the teacher looked up, said, "What?" And then the desk was gone, in its place was the splinters, now going to be used as bludgeons.

He stood up, his face now going red in anger, "What the hell are you little fucks doing?!" he yelled, as he rolled up the magazine, and stomped to the door, muttering under his breath about expulsions. "Now, guys, we have to grab what gear we can, and if necessary, brain the zombies" Johnny said, stopping the teacher in his tracks. "You all believe him?" he said, stepping back. "Yes, they do. It's because I cannot lie, and as such, they believe me." Johnny said. "Now, let us get the rest of the school out, before we do any more. Shall we?" he yelled, opening the door, piece of desk in hand. He ran straight at the kid, throat torn out, and still glinting with blood. The others faltered, at seeing the kid, and most stopped, all except for Johnny, who jammed the stick into an eye, piercing it, and the kid dropped to the ground, but the teacher was still there. Johnny dodged out of the way, and said, "Through the brain, we must kill it. Bill, you can have the honers, its not the teacher anymore." as the thing crawled its way towards the kids.

Once the entire school was out, he said into the bull horn that someone had givin him, "Look, the zombie apocolypse was real, and its happining now, we need to get as much gear and stuff that we can, get your parrents to help, let them know whats going on, if nessasary, let the fear into your voice, just get them to come." and he thought, he remembered the tree complex he and his dad had built, much to the chargen to him. "I have a place that we can go, that I thing THEY cannot get us. Meet me at the road over there, when your ready, those that want to. Those that don't believe me can just go on with their lives." He said, then he went home, to find his dad still gone at the city to work.

He grabbed all of the canned food that he could, loading 3 dufflebags worth of it. He then went and got the guns that his dad kept them, thinking that he wouldn't get to them. He loaded them all into the finial dufflebag, and wrote a quick note: "Dad, If your reading this than that means your alive, and know what happened, I am fine, and I am hiding out with a few of the other people at our little fortress in the trees. Johnny"

9 months later 8: 00 AM

Johnny sits in the little green house, with the creak of the branches a comfort to him. The nearby creek bubbling softly, as it winds its way into nothingness. He is listening to one of the adults explain about farming, and how it works, what you need to do, etc. He pays attention, with a few of the others. He knows that he did good, when he and his dad built this place, its just to small, for all of the people here, and so, they've been expanding, being sure not to touch the ground, unless necessary, like the hunting, and the foraging. after all, this is a good-sized group, and the complex was only built for maybe 10 people at a minimum, and 30 on a stretch.

[sugarhuney]

Cecelia Rogers: Colby, KA. 3:24 P.M
tap. tap. tap.
"Hurry up you stupid clock...."
tap. tap. tap.
"Grr...! Ring bell, ring already!!"
tap. tap. tap.
"I need to get home and start practicing..."
tap. tap. ta- RIIIIING!
"FINALLY!" Cecelia shouted. She grabbed her books and rushed out immediately.
She arrived at her locker, took everything out of it, shoved it in her backpack, and rushed outside.
She started running the short way home, as she normally did, but she didn't see people walking around the town as usual. She didn't see anyone at all, except for a few sickly looking people who stared at her, which made her run a little faster.
She had finally run through the town and was halfway to her house when she decided to look back. One of those sickly looking guys was running toward her.
Cecelia jumped and screamed, then started running faster toward her house.
She had soon arrived, but with that weirdo still on her tail. She opened the door, stepped in, then slammed it and locked it. She let out a breath as she leaned against the door. The sickly person started pounding on it, letting out moans and other wierd noises.
"Dad!!! DADDY!!!" Cecelia screamed. She heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. "Help! Some weird guy is out there!" Cecelia sobbed.
Her dad appeared. Cecelia looked up at him.
"Get away from the door, and go upstairs to your mother." He dad said.
Cecelia looked down and saw that he held a rifle in his hands.
Cecelia's eyes widened, but she obeyed. She ran up the stairs to find her mother behind an upturned couch, her eyes wide with fear, a pistol in her hand.
Cecelia ran over to her and dove behind the couch. She looked at her mother, who was pointing a pistol at her.
"M-mom? Momma? W-what are you doing?" Cecelia asked nervously.
"You aren't one of them, are you?" Her mother asked.
"O-one of who? Mamma what's going on? Why are you pointing a gun at me?!" Cecelia asked, tears streaming down her face.
Her mother sighed with relief and put her gun down, then pulled Cecelia into a hug. "I'm sorry, there's been an outbreak. People are turning into zombies, and I thought you had turned into one yourself..." She said.
"O-oh..." Cecelia mumbled, not really getting it.
Her mother pressed a gun into her hands.
"M-mom... I can't shoot a gun! I have terrible aim!" Cecelia said.
Her mother nodded. "Oh yeah..." She mumbled, and took the gun back.
Cecelia looked around, then remembered she kept an axe in her room. "I'll be right back!" Cecelia said, and got up and rushed to her room, despite her mother's protests.
A gunshot rang out through the house, then a scream of pain. It sounded like her father.
Cecelia dove under her bed and searched for her axe.
Another gunshot rang out, followed by cries belonging to her mother, then another scream. She found her axe under a shirt she had lost not a week ago.
She crawled out from under her bed, axe in hand, and waited at the door. She head moans, and a THUMP. Draaaag. THUMP. Draaaag.
Cecelia backed up a little, and raised her axe, ready to attack.
Thump. Draaag. Thump. Draaaag. SLAM!
The door burst open and Cecelia brouth her axe down, splitting her attacker's head in half.
Cecelia looked down with horror. Blood covered her axe and the floor. Cecelia shuddered, and rushed out, where she stumbled across her mother's body.
Cecelia stifled a sob, an split her mother's head in two, just so she wouldn't come back. She did the same thing to her father when she stumbled upon his corpse.
Cecelia ran back up to her room, emptied her school bag, packed some clothes and essentials and a few other items, put the bag back on her shoulders, and ran out the door, down the stairs, and outside.
Cecelia grabbed her bike and swung her leg over it. She hadn't brought it to school that morning just because she felt like walking.
She pushed off and started peddaling down the road, away from her home.

[Nytstalker]

Drake Beuront: New York, 12:43 AM
"Now, if we can just be civilized about this, I'm sure we can both walk free in a few moments."
"Mr. Beuront, I swear it isn't true! I never told them anything!"
"Alright, alright. I am only looking to ask a few questions."
Drake Beuront paced casually behind a metal desk, with a frantic-looking man tied to a chair on the opposite side. The man was trembling in the chair, visibly sweating as he tried to avoid thinking of what would happen to him in the coming moments.
"Now, let's start with something basic. Don't you lie now, as I am sure you know, I do not care for liars. I simply need to know what you told the Cartel, and when you told it to them. Answer that for me, and we can work together to fix your mistake."
"I told them nothing! I swear on my family!"
Drake heaved a troubled sigh. "I gave you an easy way out. You refused to take it. I think you underestimate my sources. I already knew you spilled everything to the Cartel, I just wanted to see how trustworthy my "employees" are. Unfortunately, you have failed the test. Goodbye, Mr. Kell--" As Drake was drawing his pistol to off the man in the chair, a voice buzzed from the speaker specifically set to a private channel.
"Mr. Beuront, we need to speak to you immediately. It is extremely urgent."
A frown crept on to Drake's lips as he turned towards the vault door. Giving a small nod, something beeped and the latches began clicking and unlocking within the heavy door. As he strolled out of the open doorway, he called over his shoulder, "Take care of Mr. Keller. I have more pressing matters to attend to. The crack of a bullet bursting from it's chamber sounded, leaving dead silence in the room.

Drake proceeded into his main office, where a man in a very expensive looking suit was waiting for him. "What is this issue that is so very urgent?"
The man cleared his throat, before replying, "I strongly suggest you begin gathering supplies, and men. There has been an outbreak of zombies spreading throughout many highly populated cities around the world, and it is spreading at a faster rate than any other disease I have ever seen."
"Is this some kind of joke? You expect me to believe that zombies are taking over?"
"If you don't believe me, see for yourself." The man in the suit produced a small laptop, flipping open the screen. On the screen were various clips of more areas heavily affected by the disease. As Drake scanned through the footage, his eye settled on one in particular. "Is that... New York?"
"I'm afraid so, Mr. Beuront. We managed to alert all of the citizens to remain in their homes, though not all of them made it. Now, we have a safe house that we can take you to, so we should be fine."
"I am not going to place myself in a room with potentially infected people where I cannot escape. No, no, my headquarters will be more then enough for this." Drake waved a hand toward the door, excusing the man.
"I just hope you know what you are doing, Mr. Beuront."
"I can hold my own."
As the man was leaving, Drake began to prepare for the coming dangers, gathering supplies and rallying men.

9 Months Later, Jersey, 8:00 AM

Drake sneaked through an alleyway, pistol in hand. As he peeked his head out from the end of the alleyway, he saw a woman sitting on a ledge, looking off in the distance.Upon closer observation, he noticed a few more people milling about. Must be a camp, Drake thought. He decided to wait in the alley to contemplate what would be the best course of action for him to take. After some time of doing this, he decided to make an attempt to strike a deal with the people in the camp. Drake quickly unzipped his sports bag, performing a supply check. Yes, this should be enough. Now, if I can just get close enough to the camp without them shooting me, I should be in the clear. Drake tooka deep breath, and stepped into the open. He slowly approached the camp, hands above his head hoping to signal he meant no harm. Not wanting to alert any possible leeches, he opted for a silent approach, trying his best to keep any verbal contact to a minimum volume. Come on... Just a little closer...

[Ozuar]

Clair walking around near Hazel's camp, she looks around cautiously. She had a strange feeling in her stomach, something wasn't right, she went to America to get away from her life in the United Kingdom. She was carrying her .50 M107 rifle in a bag in her left hand, her two colts and her combat knife in her backpack. Clair walks up to the clearing across from Hazel's spot, climbing up onto a large flat rock to set up her things. She puts down a camping chair, a portable bed, lying her sleeping back over it setting her rifle down against the lip of the rock, and setting her backpack next to the bed.

she sits on her camping chair whistling to herself as she looks around the paths of the town. She looks at Hazel without knowing, she lets out a long sigh. She goes and lies down on her bed "I miss my friends, and my home town" she sighs talking to herself or so she thinks. She closes her eyes and thinks about sleeping, knowing there was nothing for her to do. Then she thinks to herself "I can't fall asleep, what if something happens!?" so she sits up with a sigh and plays with her knife

[Aurora DeLeon]

David Captor: Bushkill, PA 12:00 PM

David headed back to the apartment his family was renting. He waved to his brother as he walked out the school doors; he wouldn't be returning to the school later. His brother frowned, but nodded, saying he would cover for him. David smiled back, before jogging down the street. It was really quiet, though considering the time, it wasn't unusual. Ruby eyes scanned the streets; there weren't even birds. He sped up to a run, hoping to get back indoors. He passed a few people on his way, but didn't take much notice of them. They seemed to be walking strangely; that fact was stored in the back of his mind for later.

When he unlocked the door, no one called out from inside. His sister was at a friend's house a few blocks down, but his parents should have been there. "Guess they're out shopping," he mumbled to himself. He opened the fridge, grabbing a couple packages of meat and cheese. It didn't take long to retrieve the bread and make a sandwich. He sat at the table, checking his phone for any messages. Now he was worried, their parents always messaged them if they needed to go out. He finished his lunch quickly and searched through the apartment. Their packs were gone, and all the siblings' bags were packed for a trip: Dean's bow and quiver were laying against the wall, his own rifle next to it, and three swords were piled to the side. Their parents had at least cared enough to pack them up for whatever was happening.

David's eyes narrowed in suspicion. He walked over to the window, and looked out. He was on the third floor, so he could see down the street a ways. The people he'd noticed earlier were shuffling more purposefully. A man bolted from a door across the street. The reaction from the people nearby was horrifying. A few ran at the man, attacking him like wild animals. David flinched away from the window, falling into the couch. "What's going on here?"


Dean Captor: Bushkill, PA 2:30 PM

David had taken off at noon, leaving Dean to cover for him as usual. This happened fairly regularly, but this time was different. That kid, Johnny, had announced the start of the zombie apocalypse a few minutes before. If it weren't for his rep as an honest person, and the walking dead in the hall, Dean would have laughed it off. As it was, Dean was running for the apartment. He'd grab his brother, and try to meet up with their family and Johnny's group. He stayed clear of the zombies shambling down the road. He ran up the stairs and opened the door, seeing David on the couch. "Dude, we gotta go. Now." David nodded and walked over to their bags; he looked shell-shocked, so Dean took control. "Okay, go to our meeting place. Climb the tree; I'll try to grab Aurora." The family always had a meeting place; this one was at the edge of town by a huge tree. The brothers grabbed their packs and split up, Dean snagging their sister's on the way out. The sword grips were color coded: Dean's was black with white diamonds, David's white with black diamonds, and Aurora's was solid light blue.

Dean arrived at the house his sister was staying at. The door was busted, and there was blood on the floor. He wanted to run in, but his brain reminded him of the danger. He crept through the entire house, but the occupants were long gone. He walked out the back, and groaning set him on alert. A lone zombie was standing a few feet away. Dean's breath caught in his throat; light blue hair splatter with blood hung down its back. "Aurora," he whispered. There was no reaction, but he did see a long, bloody wound in its side. The sibling's had been joking around at the time, but they had promised to take each other out if something like this happened. He set the bags down, and nocked an arrow on his bowstring. As he pulled back, he let his mind to slip into an unfeeling state. 'It's not human; It's not her. It's an animal: a rabid dog. He repeated that in his head like a mantra as he let go. The arrow sunk into the back of its skull, and it fell to the ground. He walked over, pulling the arrow out. He barely remembered to grab the bags again.

He needed to get to his brother. He jogged towards the meeting place, but the zombies had increased in number. Dean growled in frustration; he couldn't get to David. Aurora was gone, he was the only one who could look after him now. He moved back towards the apartment cautiously trying to avoid the dead. A zombie was in the hallway, and spotted him and he ascended the stairs. It ran towards him, but he quickly moved out of the way. He kicked it down the stairs and ran into the room locking the door. He scribbled a note to his brother just in case. Sis got infected. I put her down. Johnny says he's got a place near the woods. If you end up reading this, head that way. He rummaged through his sister's pack for her pistol. When he finally found it he moved back to the door, and opened it. The zombie from before was almost up the stairs. He carefully took aim and fired, blood hitting the wall. He grabbed the packs and bolted, knowing the sound would bring more in closer. He had to find a way to David!


Two Days Later

David Captor: Bushkill, PA 8:00 AM

He never showed up. David had waited for Dean for two days. He slowly slid out of the tree, bags already on the ground. For whatever reason, few zombies had come by. He did the only logical thing that occurred to him: go back to the apartment. The zombie corpse (Would it even be called that?) was still there, but there was no trace of Dean. It took a few minutes to find the note. 'Sis is gone? Where's Dean then? He probably went to find Johnny.' David hoped his brother wasn't dead too. The forest was kinda near the school; it wouldn't take long to reach.

As he entered the forest, he climbed up into the trees. He looked around for any signs of people. There were a few footprints, so he decided to follow them. He dropped down, walking along the tracks. He intercepted a group foraging, and they brought him to the tree fort. Dean wasn't there, but it was safe-ish here. He agreed to help out, and ended up joining their little group. They expanded, and learned a bit about farming; David was able to help a few other people improve at hunting with his experience.

[sugarhuney]

Avery Pine: Colby, KA 4:00 P.M.

"It spread really fast... Kyeh... This sucks. I don't think I'll survive on my own..." She mumbled, a loaded pistol in hand, a shoulder bag filled with other fully-loaded pistols, and a bow and quivers on her back.

"I wonder... if maybe... Am I the only one left alive now? Yeah, the outbreak just started... But it's spread around so fast... And I haven't gone out of Kansas, so I don't know if there are others in the other states... but... I haven't seen one TRUE living thing around here in Kansas except for the plants and a few animals..."

"What's that over there? A girl on a bike? The tires... They look like they're going flat... Human or zombie?" She mumbled, and hid behind a garbage bin, watching the girl on the bike pass. "I'll follow and find out... I've got nothing better to do..." She mumbled.

Cecelia Rogers: Colby, KA 4:15 P.M

Cecelia was already breathing hard. Her bike had already gotten flat tires from the broken glass all around.

She ae up and got off her bike, then shoved it away. "Dang it! I haven't even gone an hour you piece of junk!" She yelled at it, and crossed her arms and walked away. "I need another weapon... This stupid axe is too small..." She mumbled.

***

"Weapon shop... Luck must be trying to make it up to me." Cecelia said, and walked into the store.

"Hey!!! Anyone around?!" She yelled.

A moan, something breaking.

Cecelia cursed and aised her axe, ready to attack.

A zombie stumbled out of the doorway behind the counter. It saw her and walked forward.

"DIE!" Cecelia screamed, and brought her axe down, and split the zombies head in half. It moaned.

Cecelia grunted and struggled in pulling the blade back out. The zombie stumbled forward.

Cecelia screamed and looked around. She saw a long sword, encased in glass.

Without thinking, Cecelia broke the glass with her fist. Bloody shards were soon spread all around. Cecelia reached in and pulled out the sheathed sword. She unsheathed it. It was a beautiful yet deadly weapon. Cecelia would examine it better when the zombie was dead, though. She swung the sword, and he zombie's head came clean off.

Cecelia sighed and looked at the decapitated body. Her axe was stuck in it's chest. How did it not die at her first blow? It didn't matter. It was dead now.

She grabbed the axe's handle and pulled her weapon out. "Is it considered murder if your killing someone already dead? Great... I'm probably going to burn in Hell if it is..." She mumbled sadly, and walked out of the shop. She didn't care about the blood anymore. She stuck the handle of her axe through one of her belt loops. The handle was just thin enough to fit through.

Cecelia looked at the sword in her hand. "Yes, a very beautiful piece... I'll keep it." She mumbled, and sheathed it. The sheath was technically a belt itself. She put it around her waist, but not through her belt loops, then tightened it.

Beautiful...

***

Cecelia took the backpack off of her shoulders and set it down next to her. The middle of a field... The PERFECT place to set up camp. She could see anyone that dared to come at her for miles... She thought.

///

Avery stared at the girl. Definitely human. She was eating something.

Avery's stomach growled and she blushed. She would swipe some of the food as soon as the girl was asleep.