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Post: 86433491_286 created on Mon, 01 Jan 2024 03:04:30 +0000
Posted: Mon, 01 Jan 2024 03:04:30 +0000

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JOHNSON, citrine kira
tab tab The Wandering NURSE
One thing Citrine knew is how ******** exhausted she was. She had been on the run for a few days now, practically naked without her gear, bag and jacket. But she had to leave all of that behind at the damn raider camp.

By now she was certain she had finally lost them--at least a day or two ago. Long since the sounds of hounds at her back had died down. But she was tired, hungry and a little more than dehydrated, plus wounded.

"s**t," she muttered, since just thinking about the cut made it throb. She had been doing good at keeping to clean and bandaged, but she needed something to help with the healing. The ripped covering of her shirt wasn't the best and she was certain she had accidentally re-torn the healing scab off this morning.

Sighing, she glanced around every few feet, continuing on her path to... somewhere. This area she wasn't at all familiar with, but there were all the familiar signs of death, destruction and desolation. Dead lined the road, recent and old.

Sometimes it was still an alarming sight to see, especially when she saw a bright pink toy or a blanket hanging on a branch. The idea of what and who those had belonged too made her stomach hurt. No one had been safe before in this world, and it was even less now. Sometimes she wished she had been someone who had been bitten and turned. Sometimes she wished hadn't been such a party girl and squandered her chances.

But wishes and wants didn't change what was happening right now. Except make you delulu and that would get you killed in a heart beat.

- - -

Time really was relative when you were not feeling well. The dark skinned woman was certain she had a low fever from lack of care and being in a near constant adrenaline state. Some water and rest would do her good, but she had to find somewhere that provided both water and shelter first.

Looking around, she was... somewhere. It looked familiar to where she had lived when she was younger, with her Mother. Maybe it was, for all she knew. Hell, she could be slowly dying and just stumbling along.

With what minimal contact she had with people, apparently this was something some people had witnessed. Sickly people just walking along, dropping 'dead' and getting right back up again, continuing on. Now, she did chalk this up to poppycock and took it with a grain of salt. But... could it be possible?

Realistically, she didn't want to put much thought into it. "Shelter, water... food, bandages and sleep. Yeah." Easier said than done, obviously.

Peering around as she cupped her hand over her eyes, though this area looked better, the tell, tale signs of raiding had occurred. Still, she wondered, feeling her fever spike, making walking and being observant a bit of a... challenge.

She was coming upon a more crowded space of buildings. Townhouses? Duplexes? McMansions? Honestly, Citrine wasn't sure. She knew she was tired and she was scanning for an open door. So far, most looked shut up tight. "[********]" she muttered, ducking under a tree for shade, wiping her brow.

Now would be just her luck to run into either a zombie or scavengers. Honestly maybe finding people wouldn't be so bad. Unless they were unfriendly and would rather shoot first. Which... at this moment, didn't sound terrible. She blamed the fever.

Tired ; Annoyed ; Scared |-| OUTFIT |-| No One > Near/In the area of Kara & Nik |-| Outskirts of town/Somewhere

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Post: 86433491_287 created on Mon, 01 Jan 2024 03:18:27 +0000
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BECK, sigmund elias
tab tab A Treetops GUARD
One thing Sig really missed was the buzzing of a tattoo gun in his hand, and the mild struggling of his client in the chair. It was almost always the first timers and he took a lot of secret joy from their pain and that it was one of the most legal ways to torture people. But the buzzing of the tool and tracing patterns... Carving into the flesh of another person--

No, no, no.

The tattooed male couldn't give into those kinds of thoughts. Especially not now. It was dangerous, teetering on the edge like that. Sighing through his nose, he shifted the weight from his left leg to his right one, one hand holding his sanctioned compound bow and the other in his pocket, messing with his pocket knife.

He wasn't the best shot with it, but the young man was still practicing. Plus it was more practical, at least in his mind than having a loud gun. Especially up here.

Sound traveled.

Guard duty was boring as hell, but it was something to do. Being up here, they had their fair share of issues. Between people and zombies, but also the elements. But that was part of the reason Sigmund liked it here so much. The 'elements' played right into how he hunted.

He hadn't had an opportunity since he arrived here, especially since in the beginning there hadn't been much need for it. He had take advantage of the chaos on his way up to deal with some unsavory ones.

Though he sounded like a classic serial killer, Sigmund at least had one thing he felt put him above that kind of riff raff; He had morals and enough self awareness that even now, he could still be caught. That if anyone knew about the beast that lived beneath his inked flesh, they might not look at him the same way.

Plus he had no plans to kill anyone here. The Treetops were literally a happy accident he found while coming up here, planning to live out for as long as possible. Though he was reluctant to move in and help at first, he knew community and numbers mattered, plus it was safer than just sticking it out. He was smarter than that.

For awhile, it was quiet here, too. Stragglers came and went, a trading route was being discovered between those who had goods to trade and vise versa. He trusted Fuller knew what he was doing and left it at that. The tatted man would just be a tool to be used if necessary, so that's why he signed up to be a guard.

"Sig," a familiar voice behind him spoke, "shift's up. Check in."

Turning, he eyed the older man, his army cap on, cold, distrusting eyes. But this was the look Corporal David gave everyone. The old retired army dog had seen it all, but even he had to have been a bit pale and shaky after things began to fall apart.

Still, Sigmund smiled, nodding his head. "Thanks, see you later."

Picking up his shortwave, he called in he was off shift, clipping it back on his belt as he made his way down, returning the bow and arrows to the weapon check in, then heading to the little shack he usually wound down in, flopping in the old beat up beanbag chair.

Sighing, he closed his eyes, stretching out his muscles, yawning.

- - -

He hadn't realized he had fallen asleep until his senses woke him up, hand flying to his pocket as he regained his bearings.

Blinking the sleep away, he looked at Ryan, regarding her for a long moment while she chatted away. His eyes flickered to what she was handing him.

Supplies?

His brows went up, taking them gently, as if the paper and pens were made of gold. s**t, they might as well have been. "Thank you," he managed to get out, looking up when she mentioned she wanted to go back.

With more hands.

The grin that split across his face was almost ghostly, given his appearance, his brows waggling. "Are you saying you want to take me? Alone?"

He was teasing, of course.

Mostly.

Aside from Fuller and a few others, Ryan was the only one he really talked to here. The only other person he chose to spend time around. At least currently. Things would change, surely, but they had just happened to start hanging out, and well, the rest was history.

Bored ; Wondering ; Surprised |-| OUTFIT |-| No One > Ryan |-| Treetops/Random Hangout Spot

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Post: 86433491_288 created on Mon, 01 Jan 2024 03:21:53 +0000
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EVANS, ulrich grant
tab tab A Wandering CORONER
Humming to the tune in his head, very off key at that, Ulrich was in a good mood today. He hadn't come across anyone who needed a body examined or someone who needed to be prepared for burial. It was usually a daily thing, and word spread quickly.

Thank God most cell phones didn't work anymore, otherwise the blond was certain he would be bothered a whole lot more with people. Or worse, being forced to help.

He was thankful that had not really been a problem so far. Most people and places he had come across in the last few months had only needed him temporarily. Long enough for funerary rites, but he was a simple coroner.

Ulrich wouldn't lie though, he did feel like he had gone back to some ancient roots in his profession since the world went to hell. It was pleasant, for the most part. But he needed to find some more vapo rub for when he worked on some especially... ripe corpses. Some people didn't know well enough to just leave Grandma a lone. It wasn't the worst thing he had smelled, but it wasn't pleasant.

How these people were able to be around it for extended periods was beyond him. But who was he to question family loyalty? Especially since he kept a--

"s**t, no," he mumbled to himself, shaking his head. No, not today. He still had a few days before he had to check in. Make sure she was doing okay. She usually was.

Blinking as there was a familiar knocking coming from his backpack, Ulrich chuckled, glad for the distraction this was bringing. "Hold on Wyn, we're almost to the gas station."

It was an abandoned spot, even before the end of the world, but the convenience store had been open. Now it was a common haunting spot for the pair, a human and his pet turtle. The store had been long since picked clean, the old coolers moved around to block the windows from would be intruders and the like.

Usually it was abandoned when he came around, but now and then he did have a roommate. Even in these trying times, he did his best to keep to himself and hold up in his favorite corner, reviewing the notes he had taken on his travels, account for supplies when he was alone and get some rest since he was literally walking everywhere.

He missed cars.

The tapping was getting a little more chaotic and he knew that was because Wyndell was getting impatient. The turtle had been cooped up for a few days. Probably needed his bedding changed, some fresh water.

Sighing, the blond nodded. "Okay, okay. We'll duck into the pharmacy."

As if on cue, the tapping stopped.

Cheeky little a*****e. But Ulrich loved him dearly. Especially since he was all he really had left of his life with Olivia.

Making a left instead of his usual right, he paused as he heard movement. s**t.

Picking up his pace, he made a beeline for the pharmacy, going around the side to the emergency door. The alarm had never worked, and the latch was busted. It always had been, even before the end. He remembered hearing some employee's talking about it, and it was handy even now.

Opening the door carefully, he slipped in, pulling it closed. Sighing quietly, he reached into his pocket, pulling out his flashlight, beginning to look around. Seemed there had been a recent raid of the place, but anything useful was since long, long gone.

"Definitely a valiant effort," he joked to himself, moving further into the building, humming again.

Turning a corner to head down to the chips isle, he froze, seeing a shape in the light. "H-H-Hello?" He managed to wheeze out, sincerely hoping it wasn't a zombie.

Cheerful ; Surprised ; Nervous |-| OUTFIT |-| Wyndell & Bane|-| The Pharmacy

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