Tyler laid in bed, his hands knitted behind her head as she stared up at the dingy ceiling. It needed to be redone. He could do it himself. He just needed a ladder and some plaster. He had everything else. It's been a month and... well, everything's changed. His trailer is probably swarmed and ransacked. The dogs are probably gone by now. And... He let out a sigh as he sat up, reaching over for his phone. He held down the button until it gave a brief flash. 9:41 it read. No messages. No missed calls. 6% battery left. Tyler turned off the phone, settling it into tool belt on the bed. Sarah hasn't contacted him since that day it started. She was at the hospital. She had a lot of medical care there. They had a cafeteria, so they had food. But there were also a lot of sick people. But there was a helicopter pad. But she still hasn't contacted him.
He got off the bed, moving to the window to stare out into the barren desolation that was their city. There wasn't much use thinking about it anymore. He spared his thoughts for the morning. There was work to be done. He briefly binded himself, threw on a loose shirt, plucked his belt off the bed and went down to the main office. Perhaps Zelda had something for him to do today. Something to take his mind off the world outside.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 8:41 am
[ Dorms ] - Rinko It's been 1 month since that day, where everything just... went crazy. One month since Day Zero...
Your not-so-new female roommate is out like a light, exhausted from a day of surviving out there. Friendly girl, that one. Quite a number of friends she managed to find around this District. Lucky brat.
You lie on your bed, daydreaming about random stuff, trying to sooth yourself back to sleep after being forced out by nightmares. How is your family doing? Have the Virus spread all the way to your home country? Are they still...!!! No! No. No, don't go there. Think happy thoughts, think happy... Ugh...
As a University Student staying in close to the University, it was obvious you would join the University District. Home base advantage & all... You still hold onto hope that your former roommate & childhood friend is still alive somewhere out there, though the hope is fading by the hour... You finally give up sleep as a lost cause & roll to your feet, silently padding to the closed window to look at what-should-have-been the rising of the sun. Even you with your damaged sight can see what is not there.
The sky has been gray since that day, when the skies began to burn. It has been gray ever since. The collapse of technology, the need to scavenge & forage. The strange, rampant growth of the thorns, a wall of unforgiving foliage that covered most of the city. The consistent reminder that you were never alone, plagued by the living & the dead.
You sigh, rubbing your face. This is getting you nowhere. Might as well get ready for the day. [ Exit ]
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 8:57 am
[ Mall ]
How many days has it been? Weeks?
Megan's storefront had, predictably, been smashed in and looted within days of the outbreak, but she kept her store keys to herself. At least the back room was still secure. Ish. It functioned as a bedroom for her, as long as she was careful with how the remaining stock was arranged. It sucks to have a stack of games fall on you while you sleep.
She was getting real tired of sleeping on a stack of folded cardboard though, at least without a blanket or something. She made do with her rapidly-thinning jacket in the meantime. Maybe something usable will turn up as they scavenge today. Maybe she'll get rationed something.
Or maybe the zombies will finally get them.
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Character's name: Megan Lam Character's faction: District 4 (Mall) Character's journal link: [here] Character's survival stats: Megan Lam (View) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Little 5' Chinese girl. You can't really tell how old she is; she looks like she's 17, but all Asians look 17 until they're like 60 so that isn't a very good measure. Wearing a ratty Splatoon T-shirt and sweatpants, and some runners that might have been white a month ago. She's also got a floppy, exaggerated black cat ear headband with the matching tail used as an impromptu hair tie.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 9:03 am
[UNIVERSITY]
Rorrow had spent the last month without his brother, without much in the way of peace of mind. Corven was prone to trouble. What if he was one of those things now? What if he wasn't and just eaten...Rorrow shuddered at the last thought. No...he would of heard of it. Corven had friends everywhere it seemed. Friends who liked to keep tabs on him. He sighed at that last part. Tabs on him. If that network was still up and running then Rorrow could somehow tap into it? He shook his head.
Too risky. He couldn't risk the remaining student body if he tried to reach out. He sat in the window of the shambles of his dorm room. He had attempted to fortify his door at least...key word: attempt. A second way in and out was through his window and the drain pipe next to it. Thankfully he was light and could scale it easily, sadly he wasn't a true fan of heights. Pushing up his glasses as he gazed out the window he feared for their survival. Sighing he lamented only one thing...
He never fell in love before Hell opened upon them.
He heard Roll Call being announced and slipping off his perch. Climbed over his dresser to slip out into the hallway and into the Dorms.
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Character's name: Rorrow Graves Character's faction: Univeristy Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Rorrow Graves #26 View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6', Slender Build/Bookworm, Really good at kicking if need be. Long chesnut hair, kept in twin tails at most times. Green eyes, glasses as he has a slight depth issue. Always has a messenger bag with him.
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One. Whole. Freaking. Month. Later.
Corven twirled his new umbrella, the object was in the back of his closet as he once had a full gothic outfit for it when he was younger. Thanks to the whole Hell opened upon them he lost his prized albino boa...maybe he survived...Corven got the image of a badass zombie snake three times its former size. He chuckled...Rorrow would be so scared of that thing. Then his smile faded. Rorrow.
It was odd, he cut his network off telling everyone to stay alive and keep to their factions. He wanted a full roster at the end of all this. In the meantime those on the campus were to keep their eyes on his little brother. Everyone else were to keep their eyes on their own. He sighed. It was odd to be apart from Rorrow for this long, of course there were those summers Rorrow went to their Grandmother's while Corven...ran away. He loved his Grandmother...he really did...
She just scared the living daylights out of him sometimes. He leaned on the wall of his shambled apartment. He was trying to keep it in shape for when Rorrow returned. He sighed. Pushing off the wall he went to take a walk...
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Character's name: Corven Graves Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Corven Graves #23 View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6'2, Athletic build/runner, Has a good right hook when provoked. Chestnut hair is buzzed in a mohawk, bangs are bright orange. Green eyes, tinted glasses as he has a slight depth issue. Always has a slightly ratty companion cube plushie from the Portal series.
They had survived a month. It had been long, and had taken some adjustment, but things weren't half as bad as they could be. He had to believe that, that things were getting better, that today was going to be different.
Dylan didn't want to think about things otherwise.
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Character's name: Dylan Sallow Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dylan is 5'9 with a lean runner's build. His skin is a pale beige and covered in freckles. He has short carrot orange hair, and dark blue eyes. He typically wears jeans and plain colored t-shirts.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 9:38 am
[UNIVERSITY]
Dahlia didn't want to get out from her warm bed. Her hair covering her baggy eyes after not being able to sleep. I need more sleep. But I just can't. Eventually she threw herself out of bed, her over-sized shirt slipping off of her left shoulder. Her fists rubbed her eyes as she walked over to her mirror. Just gotta keep moving Dahlia. Just gotta keep moving.
She opened her drawer to grab her medication but something was wrong already: she only had one day left of her meds. Oh dear god this is going to be a terrible week - if I even make it through the week. From the distance she could hear roll call. "I guess I really have to get up and do something today." She changed into some day clothes, along with combing her hair, and grabbing her bag she left her room to go to roll call.
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Character's name: Dahlia Ann Burton Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Link to journal here Character's survival stats: Dahlia Ann Burton #101View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERAverage height (5'5ft), 125lbs, Black curly hair with streaks of greens and blues blended in, bangs, green eyes, light freckles on her face, small figure/slim figure, size 32A, foot size 7 & 1/2 narrow, scars on her hips and thighs. Prefers to wear plaid, leather, and boots. Not exactly strong, but strong enough to take care of herself (or smart enough to figure away around it).
In the fourth grade Rajni had been walking by a bucket of spilled paint at the wrong time in her elementary halls. She was in the unfortunate circumstance of being caught by a teacher and was thus sent to the principle's office. Her parents defended the crap out of her, but she was still given a referral and a pat on the wrist.
Rajni couldn't help but think this situation was pretty similar. Somehow she always managed to be in the wrong place in the wrong time as things went to s**t. That's what this was too- s**t.
She put her book into her jacket pocket and tucked her hair back under a headband. Another day.
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Character's Name: Rajni Patel Character's Faction: Apartments Character's Journal Link:here Character's Survival Stats:Rajni PatelView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Indian, hooked nose, average height, thin black hair, thick green headband, aviators
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 9:51 am
[University] It was one month of hell. Trying to adjust to the new schedule, the fear, trying to find food and water... especially water! You couldn't trust the water on campus, not with all the pranks people played, not with the infection. Trying to figure out who to trust, worrying about all the issues that came with anarchy, wondering if she'd die that day, if she'd find a friend, trying to keep to herself but needing the sound of people about her to keep herself from going insane. She tried to make herself useful, tried to help those who looked like they needed it... when she managed to scrape up the courage at least.
And she couldn't find her friends: were they alive? Had they died, been killed by panic-ed people? Been infected? She didn't know and it worried her. All she was left with were the people on campus; where she was staying simply because it was where she'd been staying for the past three years. She'd tried to search for them, tried to leave the campus only to find the world outside was more hostile. At least on campus it was safe, she knew some of the people and knew where to find stuff. She'd never paid much attention as she'd been driving around town, mostly since she was the passenger and didn't need to know where they were going. Now though she wished she'd paid attention; then she'd know where her friend's apartments were, where the places they’d hung out were, where the supply stores were!
It'll get better right? She thought as she looked out at the pale dawn light. There's only so many infected and surely someone is working on a cure! It'll be better... it had to...
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Character's name: Anya Character's faction: University -- rank of freshman (was actually Junior for IC school purpose!) Character's journal link:ola! Character's survival stats: Mini site BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Quiet and gamer girl Slightly wavy black hair, blue eyes, light brown skin with a scattering of freckles. Average height, average looks. Has some meat on her bones. Usually wears jeans, a black t-shirt and bright blue convers. Has simple blackrimmed glasses with an N7 symbol on the right side.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 10:18 am
An entire month had passed, and nothing improved within that time. At first, all she could do was curse her decision for moving to the town she did, but it didn't take long for reality to kick in. Truth be told, this virus, or whatever it was, was probably spreading all over. No where was safe. At lease no place she had heard of.
For now, she had come to terms with what had happened a month ago. This was just how things were now. There was no time to waste complaining about what could have been, and what they could have done. No, it was best just to move on from here, and try and survive this horror.
Character's name: Brie Hudson Character's faction: Faction 3 / Apartments Character's journal link: Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Reference
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 10:37 am
Karou mumbled in her sleep as the dream always took her to the day when the world was coming to an end. "Mama..." she whispered.
Seeing her Mom's pain filled smile and the eyes glistened with unshed tears until one spilled over...He sweet mother who did everything she could to make their, and especially her's, lives so much easier.
She will miss the way her mom's black hair cascaded down her back and the different shawls and sweaters that she wore because she seemed always cold.
It hurt Karou every single time that the knowledge of leaving her sickly mother behind...because she couldn't move her legs and that Karou had to protect them both. Her mom encouraged her to leave her and no matter how much she fought she knew her mom was right.
Karou's opened her eyes, tears running down her face.
She no longer screamed, screaming and sobbing was useless now since she became so numbed with the pain.
Her mother was gone. In the month after Day Zero, after the Infected took over, she might of held on to some hope...but there is no way her mom would survive without her.
She was gone.
Opening her backpack, there held a journal and a small book...her mom's and her's favorite. Inside the book, was a picture of her and her mom, no dad because he didn't deserved to be remembered. The picture was of her and her mom sitting on the couch, her mom in a Boba Fett tee, glasses, shaw, and jeans while she was the same, except for a quirky Sith tee shirt on and her N7 hoodie and beanie.
She smiled at the memory. Having one of her movie marathons with her mom was their favorite pass time, when her mom was well enough and when she wasn't working. It was her turn to pick the movie so she picked Star Wars, it being Star Wars Day, May 4th.
Putting the picture back inside she rose up from her pallet on the floor.
She will not forget her mom, never ever, even though it was painful too sometimes.
But she will continue fighting because it was what her mother wanted and what she gave her life for.
Today...she will continue living, for her sake.
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Character's name: Karou Nila Character's faction: MALL Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: GO HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Average Height Hispanic Young Adult with Dyed Blue Hair and Video Game Apparel
It had been a month but it had felt like years, weeks where the world outside had all too gladly tried to forget about the people they'd locked up. It didn't matter if the criminals rotted, just numbers, just non-humans in their overalls and cells like animals. People likely would have done so before things changed if there wasn't the mass media just looming and waiting for the next big sob story, people were just numbers until they were a chance to spin sympathy into money. Now she had no idea of the media was still out there, energy was conserved if present at all and at night they had lapsed back into an absolute and almost medieval darkness. There was a depth to true darkness unrivalled in the world of light and neon that they normally inhabited, a sort of blackness that seemed to creep in through the open eyes and into the mind, it pushed the boundary between the world outside and the world inside and coaxed something primal and desperate to the fore.
Gilda liked to think she had conquered her animal fears through understanding, but when the lights went out at night and even reaching the toilet became a fumbling, shin damaging experience which left her blind and undignified, every breeze or movement was enough to send thrills of wild panic charging up and down her spine. She found herself resistant to the idea of being alone, of dying alone.
Therefore it was good to have Ras, pliant and passive to her every whim, she took full advantage of the man's singular fixation by indulging her own fears and needs. It was unprofessional certainly, but when the world was ostensibly ending around them, she had ceased to care about much short of her own prolonged survival as anything other than one of the things that people seemed to turn into.
There were rules here and with so much trauma and chaos, there was certainly work for her in helping the inmates and staff who had issues adapting to the changed life they had found themselves part of. She found herself from a scholarly perspective intrigued by the subtle breakdowns in dynamics between those very staff and inmates, a certain level of bonding under pressure in some and distancing in others. She found herself wondering which was the more reliable survival tactic or if the human race would survive this catastrophe at all. She had read studies which suggested that unhinged from the structure which kept it going population collapse would be absolute in a modern society if enough was taken out at once. She at least was fortunate it was not high security, that was the main saving grace, in a place like that perhaps they'd have found themselves worse off within the walls than the things that moved outside. Still, even with the security at a minimum she made Ras fetch the food, venturing out only when she had to, aware she was not entirely popular and keeping as low a profile as she could.
It was strange that in the middle of such tumult isolation and change she found herself feeling more human and less alone than she had in a very, very long time. But like everything else good she had ever had, she feared it wouldn't last, that it would somehow go wrong, that something would change, that she would be forced to surrender the control she thrived on and find herself lost in the tangle of emotions that roared below the surface, back to a place where they threatened to consume her and everything she had tenuously built.
Well she obviously wouldn't surrender it without a fight.
She had cultivated her more primal instincts her entire life, thriving on a hedonistic outlook and a balance between self love and coexistence with others, she was not afraid of her innermost self, this situation was simply another task, another obstacle and like every other obstacle surely it could be analysed and overcome?
If it couldn't, it would be the first and last thing that could not.
In the meantime she kept herself busy by finding ways to be busy, or rather - by keeping other people busy.
"I am restless today." she tossed her head back. "Attend my shoulders."
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▐▐ CHARACTER'S NAME>>Gilda Farrel ▐▐ CHARACTER'S FACTION>>Prison ▐▐ CHARACTER'S JOURNAL>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S STATS>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S DESCRIPTION>> Tall and blonde with sleek curves and a very severe expression and disposition. Dressed impeccably despite the situation and apparently still in a rather businesslike mode.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 10:58 am
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It had been way too long. In the beginning, trapped at the prison, she'd been convinced that help would arrive soon. Of course it would - this was Canada, and Delta was far too large a city for no-one to notice their trouble.
But if help had come, she hadn't heard about it. There'd been no talk of rescues, no talk of infectious disease researchers showing up, no outside supplies shipped in; nothing. What she had heard talk of was the growing number of lumbering dead, the dead count rising and the inevitable worry that supplies would run out at some point. Some point soon.
But, she thought with a sigh, running a hand through her hair, she didn't know if that was actually true. She'd laid low and followed orders in the prison, but that didn't mean she was particularly trusted - she had no idea how many supplies they had left, how long they could last for here.
What she did know was that she'd gotten extremely lucky, having been here when all hell broke loose. She didn't want to see what shelter was like without electrified fences keeping out the undead and she definitely didn't want to see what life would be like cooped up in her tiny apartment with no supplies. Probably not particularly long, she imagined.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 11:12 am
[ UNIVERSITY ]
Another day in hell.
The thought was immediate as Scott's dark eyes flicked open and took in his surroundings, alert and ready for whatever the day had in store. For the past month, he'd managed to pretty much keep to himself- only leaving his dormitory when it was necessary and returning back to it as quickly as he could. His roommate kept things just as mysterious, coming and going when he pleased and keeping his mouth- for the most part- zipped. Unless, of course, he was snoring.
Scott had spent many sleepless nights wringing his hands within his sheets, fighting the urge to wrap them around his roommate's neck and end the noise there. But, alas, Scott was far from a killer- and he certainly wouldn't be popping that cherry over a damn snore. No matter how many times he'd dreamt it.
Looking around as he lifted his upper body from the thin dormitory mattress, Scott gave a soft sigh. This place was going to drive him insane.
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Character's name: Scott Winfield-Kimura Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[X] Character's survival stats: [X] Character description: Dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent, tall and lithe, wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of cut-off skinny jeans.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 11:21 am
[ MALL ]
Drew turned over on the bench he'd taken up some space in that morning, and he quietly groaned as the morning light blinded him from the skylight up above.
Adjusting had never been his forte, would probably never be his forte. But he damn well adjusted to this. He didn't have a choice, and if he wanted to survive he would make for damn sure he adjusted as the days needed. He'd been doing well so far, for the last month...
A whole month.
He'd always wondered what it would be like to live in the mall. It was just one of those questions he asked for fun, because he never thought he'd ever get the chance to do it. Or would ever have to do it. It'd always been one or the other, and for the most part it was just a passing thought or asked just to get a rise out of whoever he was hanging out with at the time. Now, it didn't seem so fun. It did little more than deflate his mood whenever he thought about those days when he could laugh about silly questions like that.
Every new day in this new world, this new reality that they all had to live in, presented new challenges. Every day was its own struggle, and in more ways than one he had to risk his neck in order to live to see the next day. It was getting harder and harder to focus on the good, no matter how hard he tried. Whenever he saw the other mall rats, whenever he looked over to see his girl...he could only ever force a smile for their sake, but inside he was already starting to lose hope...
He slowly got up, letting the usual morning thoughts trickle back to the recesses of his mind; no sense in freaking anyone else out, he figured, so he never voiced any of it. His worries, his fears...they were his own. Besides, he was fairly certain they all had similar sentiments given their situation.
Slowly his mood lifted as the thoughts left him, and he stood up to stretch his sore muscles out a bit in the proceess. A new day, a new struggle. He wondered in passing if he would live to see tomorrow, if he would make it out of that wretched mall. Or if he would ever get to take a shower again, once this whole thing passed.
With a snort he settled on the last thought, just for a bit of amusement to lighten his mood and ready him to start mingling with others as he usually did: with a relatively believable smile on his face.
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BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Medium build, 6'1" and a lean 159lbs. He sports light skin (that's more prone to tanning but he can still get sunburns if he's not careful), chestnut brown hair that he keeps short and only haphazardly styled, and light, hazel-brown eyes.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 11:23 am
[Apartments]
This was not the kind of life Renita had had in mind for herself. It seemed a little pointless to dwell on the fact, seeing as she severely doubted anyone in their right mind would have wished for it, but there was always entirely too much time to think in those minutes between waking and pulling herself away from the comfort of her bed. She knew she was lucky to have that, that she'd been lucky in a lot of ways compared to others in the city. This was her apartment, so she had her own things still, and her sister had made it home on that awful day, so she had family accounted for.
It was just...If she'd known her life was going to depend on an ability to run from zombies and keep a tight grip on an umbrella, she might have spent a little less of her time studying business and focused on more practical abilities. Some sort of fighting skills, perhaps, more exercise for sure. Heaving a sigh, the woman threw off her covers and slipped out of bed, trudging over to her closet to change clothes. Pulling a warm sweater on, she took a moment to peer out the window, mind jumping to count the shapes moving below before she gave it up as pointless again.
Too much thinking along those lines would only lead to despair eventually, and she was not the sort who would lay down and wait to die. She would get the best out of these circumstances, regardless of how difficult that was. And, she decided as she moved out of her room to find the others, she'd make sure they got better for them too.
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Character's name: Renita Hayes Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Renita has thick, dark brown hair, cut in a medium length bob. Her eyes are brown. She stands at about 5'6" and has a curvy but relatively fit figure. Generally dresses modestly and/or professionally, with a love of sweaters.
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