☣Pandemic☣(O/A)

[Zunshine]

『Laura " A P P L E " Barton』

［ PYRO // Explosions Specialist ］

l l You know, there's fussy, and there's just plain gettin' on my nerves l l



Finally the blonde relaxed and say down onto a glass counter, crossing one leg under her to make herself more comfortable. "Apple, nice ta meet ya Kris" She waved off towards a stack of dried fruit, the boy, he may have been a little older then her though. He looked awful. It'd been a solid half hour and her partner still had yet to return. He never took that long and Apple wasn't going to wait for him, agreement that they both had shared, wait for the other no longer then half and hour then presume the worst. 

"People overlook places like these, luck you made't 'ere tho'. Always stuff to salvage and 'nywayy, this place only got 'hat one door, no windows, 'n some large garage door in the back. Locked shut too. Batteries here, things that explode once given the right...adjustments. Even found a shotgun under the counter." Apple stretched but none the less relaxed for a minute. "Seem a long way for home buddy, ya look worst then a fish outta water" 

Her fingers soon found the mace once again when she heard something at the door and then a figure came in. Seriously, was the lock broken!? She wasn't amused, not at all. The other guy waltzed in and boy did Apple just run to her feet and almost bash his head in. No introductions, just smash. When in doubt, smash... Yep that sounded like a good motto but the mace once again just went up defensively. "Injured? Bitten?" if not, welcome to the club guy, she muses to herself in her head. Althought, the guy didn't look as bad as he coulda been. Jesus Christ, she ran to the door and fully locked it. Now this time. No one would just bust in. 

[xXApocalyptoXx]

Shawn Mason

| Location: Some street | Status: Other than being alone in a huge, unsafe, city, fantastic |

Shawn jolted back a few feet when the woman came at him with a mace. "Whoa, whoa whoa! No need to be hostile! I'm clean! No bites or scratches. I promise." He said in a nervous and rushed voice. He didn't feel like being killed. But if he was, at least it wasn't by a damned zombie. "Now could you please put the...mace...down?" He had to admit, someone coming at him with a mace was the most unexpected and scary thing of his life.

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Grab my hands the only you can hold and we'll go away
We're escaping from here immediately before it's too late.

We gotta {escape}, we got to escape, -yeah!-
❝From everything❞ <without> any exceptions
We gotta [forsake], we got to forsake yeah!
Take my hand!

The moment things start to change, immediately get out of this place.
As long as we don't miss any signs to make {The Great Escape}
I won't wait until the beginning of the end
I believe that if we are -together- there's nothing to worry about.

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⋙⋙ Kris listened for the most part. She seemed nice at least. That was good. Now if he could understand some of the words she was saying, then it wouldn't be guess work some of the time. Kris picked up his things and moved it over to one of the walls. Placing his guitar gently next to the wall and taking his bag off, he leaned the spear against the wall and sat down. He wasn't too tired from all the walking, but carrying all this stuff did get to him. "Hmm...so basically, there's no way out if zombies were to bust through the door there..." At least, that's how Kris saw it. It just seemed like a dead end...but at the same time, it was pretty safe.

Suddenly, someone else had came in through the door. Kris did lock it...right..? He was sure he did. The lock probably sucks. Yea...that's probably it. Apple, was that her name? Anyway, she was ready to bust the guys head open if he hadn't spoken earlier. He shrugged a bit, sitting there calmly and wondering what to do next. There obviously wasn't going to be any food here, but he did have enough food for all of them that were here. He sighed. He felt like playing his guitar, but it might attract the zombies' attention so he decided against it. "Hey Apple...did you plan on staying here the entire time, or trying to head somewhere? And by the way stranger, the name's Kris." Kris was rather curious, mostly since it was safer in groups. He had also made sure to introduce himself to the new guy. Well, either way, he'd most likely end up coming with if he wasn't too much of a burden.

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]Delaygio Price

| Location:In the store | Status: Hopefully making new freinds |

It was becoming dark, most of the alleyway was nearly pitch black. Damn! I can't see s**t in here! . Suddenly Delaygio finds himself cornered in the alleyway...It's a good thing that just at that moment he had spotted a ladder to a fire escape to his left. In one try Delaygio ran at the wall, placed one foot on the wall, launching himself up he grabbed the ladder and began to pull himself up. Once he had reached the top of the ladder he felt a slight pain in his left ankle. Even with the hurt ankle he didn't waste anytime getting to the top of the building. Once he was up he began leaping from roof top to roof top with caution trying to make his way down. Finally he found a safe route down. The only thing stopping him was he wasn't sure how he would take this fall. Usually a fall from this high up wouldn't effect him at all but he didn't want to risk hurting his ankle anymore. He kept going on the roofs. He came to a rooftop with a Stairway that lead through the complex and would lead him to the ground level. He had to stop and think about what to do. He could either risk hurting his ankle which would leave him nearly immobile or take the risk of running into a large group of zombies in the building.

He chose to go back and risk the jump. He arrived at the spot. It was darker than before. He needed to find a place a place to stay for now, but first he needed to get down. There wasn't any time from him to creep through the building making sure nothing would find him. The jump was his only choice now. He looked down the ledge it was only about two stories high. A lot further down than he had thought it was. Thankfully there was another fire escape he could jump into he took some steps back and got in positionHere goes nothing... he sprinted to the ledge and leaped for the fire escape. Due to the lighting he could see the fire escape to well and aimed himself wrong. Instead of landing in the open area. He now hung onto the railings. He pulled himself up and caught his breath. He now worked his way down into another alley way. The setting sun had shined in his favor this time lighting up the alley way. Walking in the alley way he heard some talking in the shop to his right...He wasn't sure at first and put his ear to the back garage door he heard what sounded like an argument. He didn't want to risk banning on the door. so he climbed up top of the short one story building and worked his way to the front. Slowly he lowered himself down. He thought about reaching for his gun but chose that may lead to an unwanted confrontation with the people inside. He thought about what he would say..finally he found the courage to say "Hello? Anyone there? I'm coming in unarmed..." He turned the corner and saw three people. . . and some other various objects as well. . .

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In the quiet, desolate, seemingly ancient streets, the silence was broken not by moaning or windows shattering or distant screaming. No, today it was a whistle. Henry strolled down the old street, whistling his little turne contently. He took no precaution to travel by night, or go from building to building, or even use the sidewalk. No, he just walked down the road, swinging his revolver by his finger on the the trigger guard. He couldn't quite remember the title of the song, it was made way back when, in the 40s, or as he referred to them now, year 70 BZA. Before the Zombie Apocalypse. He didn't remember any of the words to it besides the chorus. "Hmmnmnmm..." He hummed the verse, then went onto the only part her knew, "Ohhhhh.... I don't want to set the wooooorld oooon fire...." He skipped a little and grinned. Even his dull, quiet voice eched ominously through the city. "I Just want to set... A flame in your heart..." He started to whistle again.
Today, some time in year 2 BZA, was a good day. No zombies about for the most part, pretty sunny, warm California day, it was almost perfect. Henry continued on his way down the street, checking the stores as he went by to see if they actually had anything worth looting. "CLOSED," "OUT OIF BUSINESS," and "******** THIS" were few of the many signs plastered up on the walls. None of the stores would contain anything of use, unless there was some secret stash in one, but that would take too long to check each one. Of course, time was one of the few things Henry had nowadays. Henry recognized the street he was on. Down the road there was an erotic store. As a child it always creeped him out when they drove past it, and technically he was legel to enter now. He grinned mischievously and made his way to it....

[xXApocalyptoXx]

Shawn Mason

| Location: Some street | Status: Other than being alone in a huge, unsafe, city, fantastic |

Shawn was in quiet the situation, but right before all hope was lost someone else entered the store. 'God damn, what is kind of convention is this?!' He thought, considering the surroundings. Taking a mental sigh, he slyly took a step to the side and pointed at the new guy. "Hey, look someone new," to point that ******** mace at, he finished in his mind. Seriously though, that thing was scary. 'How does one even get a mace?' Whatever, Shawn was going to stick with his .45. It had kept him out of trouble for a long time, and he hoped it would continue at doing what it did best. Killing. Then again, his gun does sometimes get a real hunger for lead...But that's also because he occasionally gets a bad case of the trigger finger. When that happens, his pistol eats lead for breakfast. And in turn, so does anything on the other end of the barrel. 'Where the hell are we going to go after this place...Cause I'm sure as hell not planning on staying too long.' He thought, waiting for the girl take her attention off him and onto the newcomer. This new guy looked like he had been with the 'wrong crowd' before the virus. Either way, everybody is in the same place now. Everybody is a survivor.

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]Delaygio Price

| Location:In the store | Status: Hopefully making new freinds |

s**t! I'm pretty sure this situation just got hostile...Delaygio thought to himself. He then took his hand and carefully but slowly raised his jacket to show his Glock17 sitting in its holster. "I'm putting my gun down. Okay?" He said to the group of people. "There's no need to get so hostile, I'm not bit or scratched. I'm only looking for survivors and a place to stay for the night. It's getting to dark out for people to roam around alone. . ." ..... This probly is a bad idea, I should have kept my gun a secret for now... He thought to himself while placing his gun on the ground.

[Mrmib]

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As Henry looked down the street, he stopped his whistling. He turned his head in the direction of the shop and could hear voices. They weren't being discreet, but they had no reason to be. At this point in the apocalypse, even only 2 years in, it was all zobmies and a few survivors, the raiders, looters, and government officials were all gone now. And there weren't many zombies around today. This area especially, a little store center a ways away from downtown, was always going to be safe-ish. Nobody got infected here, because as soon as the shopkeepers heard about the zed roaming around, the first thing they did was pack up and get out.
Henry shook his head a little bit and snapped out of his thoughts. It was getting dark. The days were getting mashed together, he didn't know if it was yesterday, today, or tomorrow. Henry started to hum again, strolling down the street until he came in front of the store. He grinned, looking through the windows. They were distracted by someone else in the store store. He could already tell that at least a couple of them inside had just arrive. Hopefully they wouldn't mind another. Henry, who was still swinging his gun around, grabbed the 6-shooter by the barrel and knocked on the door with the hilt of it. "Hello?" He called. He leaned on the wall outside and started swinging his gun again.

[Zunshine]

『Laura " A P P L E " Barton』

［ PYRO // Explosions Specialist ］

l l You know, there's fussy, and there's just plain gettin' on my nerves l l



Apple jumped again, for ******** sakes... The lock was broken but it was nice to know on advance he wasn't... One of them. Her attention got turned back to kris for a minute before she checked the clock on the wall, yep, been forty minutes her partner was a goner or he found someplace else to be. Without saying anything she packed up most of her things, explosions and remaining food in her large bag with extra batteries and the remaining water she had. 

"Guys help yerselves to anything left in the store that could be o' use. Batteries... There's 'lots over there. Name's Apple, by the way." She turned to Kris before she continued, sitting back down and leaning on a counter. "Plannin' ta stay 'ere? Nah guy, me 'n Rick were plannin' ta head to the airport and get one of big brother's helicopters that I know's there. S'locked in a safe restricted area wit' plenty of fuel, s'much as I know though. Me n' Rick were going to make way to my big brother's new oil rig deep out sea, no one's supposed to be on it since it's still not supposed to be working. Least, that was the plan but 'm thinking poor Rick got killed or is somewhere now and to be quite honest guy we both agreed not to go looking for each other, that we know where we'll be in the end and try to meet up there. Any o' you free to come along. But the airport's prol'ly a full house of 'em Brainless."

Another "hello" came to her ears, her eyes darted to the lock. It seemed to HATE her. Although she was getting so used to it that her hands barely even touched the mace this time. She felt proud.

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Grab my hands the only you can hold and we'll go away
We're escaping from here immediately before it's too late.

We gotta {escape}, we got to escape, -yeah!-
❝From everything❞ <without> any exceptions
We gotta [forsake], we got to forsake yeah!
Take my hand!

The moment things start to change, immediately get out of this place.
As long as we don't miss any signs to make {The Great Escape}
I won't wait until the beginning of the end
I believe that if we are -together- there's nothing to worry about.

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⋙⋙ Kris hadn't really reacted when..maybe three our four people burst in through the same door? It was official...that lock was definitely not working. Standing up, he dusted himself off as he listened to Apple. "Eh..I'll tag along. It's better than staying...well, here." He had rested quite enough. Putting on his bag and picking his guitar and spear up, he did wonder what the others were planning. They would either probably tag along or stay here a bit and go somewhere else. Not everyone would agree to going to an oil rig, right? Though..they were probably going to have to leave that oil rig sooner or later for supplies.

"How far is the airport from here?" Kris didn't know. He had lived here two years, but he didn't really know where the airport was. His parents had driven him all the way here from New York. Not really one of the best drives ever, but hey...they wanted to spend as much time as possible with their son. He sighed. Hopefully it wasn't too far, but considering their in the city..it probably was. Still, as he said earlier...it was better than staying here. Plus, Apple was nice. He could definitely get along with her on the way there.

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Henry frowned, he wasn't let inside. He heard a girl start talking to everyone else about her plan. He could hear her through the window. She sure was adamant on the plan. Henry didn't necessarily agree, he thought it would be simpler to stay around the mainland. No reason to try and reach a far off oil rig. Also, the plan would only work if at least 3 important components worked perfectly, for example the heli being in working condition, the gas not being used up, the oil rig actually being safe. All that plus the question of how they would get food and water onto the rig. Henry didn't like that idea at all...

Henry shook his head rapidly again. "Wait a minute, Im still outside of ******** sake." He muttered to himself quietly. He had to stop getting lost in his thoughts. He banged on the door again. He wouldn't just walk inside without being invited. "Please let me in, I'm not infected." He called again. It was dark now, the sun was behind the old LA skyline now. Soon the last bit of orange sky would be gone. Darkness for survivors either provided safety, or discomfort. It was safe to travel by night sometimes, but many, including Henry preferred not to. The zombies can't see as well in the dark, but he can't see well in darkness either...

[Emma Nightingale]

| | E m m a l i n e | | M a r i e | | W a t s o n | | __________________________________________________

I can ride my bike with No handlebars, No handlebars,
No handlebars, No handlebars, No handlebars,
No handlebars, No handlebars,
No handlebars.

XX- Strips of yellow shined brightly upon the sleek, marble floor of the all-too-helpful Bulls-eye Mart. Black, dried blood was smeared across the walls in unreadable words that were presumed to be a warning sign of some kind long ago, probably when the epidemic first began. Scattered across the floor were remnants of bodies, mostly bones that have been snacked on more than a couple of times. The blood sucked off of them like a drain, the previous skin nibbled and gnawed on by multiple creatures. The marble flooring of the small mart was also littered with random boxes spilled and liquids escaped from their containers. A small sound, like rodents whispering could be heard in a far corner, rambling words of encouragement as a girl shifts through unknown supplies. Gathering materials of any kind of familiarity and the wound on her arm continued to remind her of its presence. The dark orchid, medium length streams of hair were gathered together in a high messy bun as she continued her search; the cut was minor, nothing deep, just long and irritating enough to be time consumingly angering. The young girl gritted her teeth as her light fingers passed through box after box, hoping to find something that the irrational and desperate people before her missed, until she finally found a simple roll of medical wrapping for her arm and a cloth rag to protect the cut from underneath the wrap. Sitting cross legged, the young girl's face shown determination and concentration as she balanced the bandage on her upper left arm and wrapped it carefully, making sure the bandage stayed in place over the wound. After three times, she accepted the placement of protection and made sure the wrap was as tight as possible. She was sure as the thump of her heart beat could be felt in the wrapping. Nodding in accomplishment, the teenage girl decided it was time to search for lunch for two. At the thought of her traveling companion, her ears perked up to hear for him. With a furrow of her brow, the young girl stood at her height of five feet and four inches, hands on her hips.


Sternly, the girl whispered, as her arms immediately retreated to her side like daggers, "Jonathan!"

XX- Slight fear tensed through her veins, though she would never admit it, as quietly she walked down the aisle that she previously stood in. The aisles were long and tall with shelves ransacked by desperate souls, which seemed to frighten her more and more as she attempted to remember where Jon had went off to. They both had a plan assuredly if anything were to happen to each other and they got separated, the two of them just didn’t outwardly tell each other what exactly those plans were… Scanning down the isle, her large shoulder brown, MUDD book-bag belted shut sat on her left hip, hanging on her opposite shoulder. The throbbing in her left upper arm had surpassed at this time as she passed the children’s toy aisle, many would think to look for a normal fourteen year old there, but then again, her brother wasn’t that normal. On second thought, no one was ever going to be normal ever again, not after everything. The young girl’s combat boots trudged against the marble flooring, their uncomfortable weight and size annoyed her, but she figured that to survive now-a-days one needed better shoes than converses to depend his/her and another’s life upon. Pulling her lightly tanned fingers through her bangs in nervous anxiety, she continued her travelling until she reached the book area. Yes, the book isle. The only place she could ever imagine to find her younger brother in the time of the apocalypse. Her hands sat delicately on her hips, regardless of the pain that now throbbed uncontrollably inside her shoulder; she almost went as far as to tapping her foot but decided against it. The young boy before her stood a few inches below her, his silver hair flowed short, cut undeterminably random by yours truly. He stood sideways to her down the aisle that flowed with ripped books and magazines of Before, which is how the conversational-ized the catastrophic events. Every time she examined her brother’s features she couldn’t help but see their mother and I the mirror she found her father, both pale. Their long line of skin-cancer (due to the loss of most family), they had to be careful in the new world that they now lived in.


“You’re not going to bleed on me, are you?”, his voice was intelligent yet pestering as he refused to change his glance off of his precious National Geographic, she usually found him looking at Before magazines, she figured he missed it more than he let on. Her silence led him to stare up at her, his eyes set on the bandage, “Can I take a look at the bandage, Emma?” As his voice turned a more sincere turn, and he used the nickname only he had the guts to call her, she shrugged off her hands on her hips and nodded, allowing him to set the magazine on a side table, as he stepped forward with his hands picking curiously at the bandage she provided for herself. Her attention turned to the outside world, the mid-day sun passing through the blinds carefully.


I can do anything with no permission, I have it all under my command
I can guide a missile by satellite, By satellite, By satellite
And I can hit a target through a telescope, Through a telescope, Through a telescope
And I can end the planet in a holocaust, In a holocaust
In a holocaust, In a holocaust, In a holocaust
In a holocaust.

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TrueKing402

(( uuuh... I'm in the front of the store. Not the back by the way. Henry has to change his post a little bit.))

((Oops, sorry bout that, Will do.))

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Delaygio Price

| Location:In the store | Status: . . . What ********? |

There was a lock on the door? wow... Delaygio thought to himself and laughed a little bit to himself. Then began to think about Apples plan with the oil rig...supplying our selves there would be difficult or nearly impossible. Plus the fact that these helicopters have to be out of service seeing how the military hasn't left with them yet. So this plan isn't quite the best idea. I't wouldn't hurt to at least look at the helicopters wit this group before actually leaving, maybe once we find one I could convince them to go somewhere else. he said in hes head. He looked around the room and took a good look and everyone. These people didn't look like they could keep up with him on his Normal routes on the roof tops. He'd have to risk the chance of staying with them on the ground. He finally came to the conclusion "I'll come with. But I'm not sure about this plan 100% but I can get you guys to the airport fairly quickly. but there's no way were getting there by tonight. We'd have to go in the morning." he said the group. " We sure as hell can't stay here with that garbage lock on the door...plus its kind of wierd in here. Anyone know a safe place?"