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 Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 8:57 pm
 
Location: school swimming pool
Condition: fine
At least now they were seeing things on the same page. When Dylan started walking, he kicked something that slid past her. She looked down be her feet and saw a tattered journal. She stared at it a moment longer before deciding to pick it up. Her hand barely left her side when he joined her, patting her shoulder like they were buddies. His gesture made her forget about the notebook as she peeled his hand away from her body. "The only reason I came here was to loot lockers." She said coolly with her arms crossed. "To think I would be teamed up with the star athlete who beat my school years ago." Ema gave him a quick glance before looking away. "It's like seeing a ghost from my past. How eerie."
When he headed off first, she watched him but only when she knew he couldn't see her from the corner of his eye. Ema wouldn't admit it, but she liked having a remnant of her life when the world wasn't crawling with the undead. The only reason she came back to her hometown is because she wanted to relive the memory she had here. But all that it brought her so far was grief. Everyone she knew is gone. Sometimes she wondered if the real reason she came back here was to die. Living wasn't such a luxury, especially since she was too afraid to get close to anyone.
"I am glad that you're alive, even if we aren't on the best terms right now. I've been thinking I was the last one left for a while now. I don't regret saving you." Dylan said as he disappeared past the door.
Ema allowed herself a smile. Just this once, she'll let herself feel happy. After taking a deep breath and letting it out, she followed after Dylan. Let's just hope she isn't making the wrong choice by deciding to stay with him. She wouldn't want happened in the other group repeat in this one. Ema had enough misery to witness people dying around her again.
When they were out with the lockers, the light turned on and off. It kept flickering for awhile, and it made Ema glance up and down the halls as if something was going to pop up. Then she gasped after remembering something from earlier. "Dylan--someone else is here." She said, then lowered her voice. "You heard the gunshots earlier, right?" Whoever was with them in this school had a gun. She couldn't tell if that was a good thing, or something she should be cautious of.
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 11:18 pm
Wilhelm Steinherz
"Verrücktes Wunderkind"  ☢Just Another Day Here:☢ Near the Apartments
☠Other Survivors I’m With:☠ Loretta, Lady with a bow?
☠And I'm:☠ Trying to talk with another Survivor.
☠What’s On My Mind:☠ How many more survivors are there?
☠OOC:☠ ((...)) Wilhelm took a look back to see if Loretta was doing alright before facing the survivor in front of him. "Thanks for stopping, and for the pack of food and water." he said before introducing himself. "My name is Wilhelm, and I would like to extend an offer of thanks to you. I own shelter in this city that is free from zombies, and I want to try and gather a group of survivors to fend off the infected with. That is, if you're interested." He scratched his chin and thought about how it would work to have so many people at the Hospital. He could definitely stake out multiple safe storage rooms inside- he had checked to make sure that they weren't damaged by the idiots who had run through earlier. He didn't really have much else to say to the woman and felt kind of thrown off by it. Normally he would try to make more conversation but at this point he had no idea what he could even say.
"What's your name? Do you have shelter around here?" he asked, hoping to stimulate conversation. Every once in a while he kept looking back at Loretta to make sure she was managing alright. He trusted her to take care of herself and make her own decisions but he was worried about her injuries as usual.
[[Sorry this one is so damn short, I didn't have much else I could really prompt Wilhelm to say. x-x]]
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 11:19 pm
Location: Abandoned School
Survivors Affected: Dylan, Emaline, Alexander
Event: Generator Room / Power
Zombie Concentration: Low
Known Mutated Zombie Population: 1
Danger Level: Medium
INTERACTIVE EVENT / RANDOM ENCOUNTER There were only about 5 keys on the Janitor’s key ring that Alexander found. One of them happened to be the key to the office, one was to the front doors, two were to the back doors, and then one was the master key. As he messed around with the breaker switches, some of them would give an electrical hum and lights would snap on. Once he flicked the switch back down, the lights would snap off again. The first few were messing with the hallway lights, but the next few rows were separate wings: the first was the woodshop, the next was the gymnasium, then the swimming pool, then the first set of classrooms and the office, and finally the last set of classrooms. The last two breakers had to do with the heating and vents. The first one sprang the ventilation system to life, rumbling and sending a gush of air through it. The air knocked a sleeping mutated infected off its light feet and into a weak vent grate, crashing it open into the room near him. By the time this had occurred, he had already flicked the last switch. The heater rumbled to a false start and then sounded off with a loud CLANG as one of the loose internal mechanisms failed to start. The noise was enough to bring the dazed and now awoken mutated zombie to its senses. It turned its hideous, blind face towards Alexander and opened its wings, taking off into the air just above him before emitting one of the most loud and obnoxious noises the man would ever hear in his life, if he could continue to hear afterwards.
A screech bellowed out from the small zombie’s throat as it began to flail around wildly in the air, flapping its fetid wings in an attempt to flee. Now Alex had a few options: He could try to fight the obnoxiously loud creature that was seemingly sure to draw zombies to the school again, attempt to flee and lock the zombie in the room to deal with it later, or simply succumb to the awful noise that was now echoing throughout the entire school and emanating outside. The Shrieker could be heard from all over the school, as well as the heater breaking. However, it was not yet loud enough to reach the hordes of zombies at the Movie Theater.
If the kids decided to search the lockers, they would have a hard time finding food and water without the journal, but they would get lucky if they checked some near the main office- and one would have a note with a sketched picture of a Shrieker saying “Shrieker- aptly named- DO NOT WAKE THEM UP THEY ARE LIGHT SLEEPERS AND MAKE ZOMBIES EVERYWHERE”
[[OOC: People are going to be busy, it’s no big deal. Guess we should get some fire for the ghost stories.]]
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 11:23 pm
Location: Hospital
Survivors Affected: Nitori and Cain
Event: Journal
Scavenging Find If the survivors would be able to read Wilhelm’s journal at some point, this is how the journal reads in its entirety: Hallo Alle,
I’m certain that you all do not speak in German, as you would say, so I will write this in English. I am fluent and well-versed in the language, so I hope you do not find any or much errors. If you have found this in any place other than the Hospital then please return it to the middle of the third highest shelf in the gift shop, which should be within a child’s reach. This is meant as a tool for communication and education, not something to be taken and used for selfish gain. If you should find this next to my corpse (Gott behüte), then please take it to help you survive. I can only hope that in death I can still offer something for the remaining survivors. Enough morbidity on my own life. I will now begin to share with you all the knowledge I have accumulated so far on this town and the Untoten Undead that walk this world.
The town in and of itself is pretty safe for the most part, but over time I’ve noticed a visible increase in zombies. I’m not sure how or why this is happening, but I think it may have to do with the possible increase in survivors that currently reside here. So far I have yet to meet another survivor other than the poor fellow who I found being mauled by a hellishly large zombie. It was larger than a human and its hands were the size of its torso. They were black and had abnormally large claws for digits. It did not seem too bright, but it was more than capable of tearing into a man’s ribcage with a single swipe. I could not help the man from dying, unfortunately. However I was able to kill the monster with several shots to the skull. Beware, these abominations seem to carry life with them for a grace period to try and maul their killer. I believe it lasts anywhere from five to forty-five seconds. They are fairly fast, but not as fast as the normal infected. They certainly cannot catch up to a person unless they stop and wait. Unfortunately they are very tenacious beasts, and will not hesitate ripping through a crowd of their own kind to fight and kill a human. I have run into two over the several weeks I have spent here, but other than that I have only found two other types of zombies.
There are the normal angry, mindless zombies that roam around town and try to beat the living daylights out of anyone unfortunate enough to be caught by them. These are the fastest and most numerous of the infected I’ve come across so far, but they are not the most dangerous. Do not underestimate them- I have found that sometimes in large groups they exhibit a smarter “hive mind” and will try to trap survivors. I cannot yet determine whether or not this is based on some instinct of some other unknown force. Sometimes there will be howls that call them away and cause them to forget about any living that they were previously near. I cannot explain this phenomenon either. Then there are the zombies that do not have clothes and have hunched backs. They resemble more wiry emaciated zombies with bulging eyeballs. They seem to not have any soft tissue on them, so they do not appear to have genitals or skin. They seem to be basically skinned zombies, but these ones are far more dangerous- especially in groups. These zombies will not try to beat their victims. They will eat them. They devour the living without mercy. It is a slow and painful death at the hands of these vile infected scum.
As far as habitable places are concerned, stay away from the Office Complex, Mall, Movie Theater, and Amusement Park. The Amusement Park is an unknown and has bad rumors about it. The Mall has many shelters but is almost always packed with the undead. In addition, the smaller side buildings of the Mall are spacious and not defendable. They are DEATH TRAPS. The Movie Theater looks nice from the outside but is a complete barren hell-hole on the inside. It is easy to be overwhelmed there. The Office Complex is always crawling with zombies and has only one exit and entrance save jumping out a window to the concrete below. The Asylum, Hospital, Library, School, and some of the houses are good places to take shelter. They are pretty secure, but do still exercise caution. The Apartments are boarded up and locked, and so is the City Complex. I cannot provide much more information on them.
When you find this and if you decide to stay here or nearby and borrow this journal, please leave me a note with where you plan on staying in the same place where you found this. I will be more than happy to try and make contact with you and help you out in whatever way I can.
Viele Grüss und bis bald,
-Wilhelm Steinherz
Auch- Für Nitori, mein Lieblingskind und Loretta, mein Lieblingsfraulein: If either of you are reading this, please stay close and safe. I will find you and give you shelter.
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 11:23 pm
Location: Hospital/ City Streets
Survivors Affected: Cain, Nitori, Xenia
Name: Unknown
Encounter Type: Surprise / Observation
Danger Level: Unknown
NPC ENCOUNTER The mysterious survivor had noticed that someone had begun to follow the man and child that he had given the pack to earlier. He no longer strayed out in the open, deciding to switch to covert reconnaissance tactics. As he made his way silently behind her a voice crackled over the radio: ”Hello…? Is anyone out there listening…?” He silently went prone behind a bush, blending completely into the scenery. It didn’t seem like she had noticed since she kept walking. He frowned as he slowly removed his rifle from its holster on his back and brought it to bear. He glanced through the scope and watched as it seemed like they were still looking at the walkie-talkie. He watched as the man spoke again and his ‘talkie responded in kind: “If anyone is still alive out there listening… Thank you for the pack of food and water. If we ever find you, we’ll find a way to repay you.” He chuckled softly at the notion. Good luck with that, kid. I hope you never find me, especially not that little one. he thought bitterly. The little girl seemed occupied with a book and excitement- both of them seemed curious but happy. They both seemed naïve, but he was watching over them for the moment. What he hadn’t noticed was that a lone zombie was walking in a bee line towards the hospital now, completely locked onto the woman that was almost at the entrance to the hospital. It flexed its enormous hands in anticipation- it had waited so long to find a human to fight (well, not really- it just felt like forever to it). It was a bit slow at the moment from a previous injury to its left leg. A buck shot to its knee hadn’t put it on its feet for good, and the owner of the shotgun had paid the ultimate price. Its claws were still drenched in the man’s blood. Its insatiable rage would never be quenched until it died, regardless of how immobile it became. It had its target though, and it saw nothing else. Xenia would not be aware of its quiet, slow-moving approach, and neither would anyone else since there seemed to be a new standoff happening. By then, the mysterious survivor had noticed that the woman was standing outside the door with her gun drawn. He frowned, adjusting his aim to the back of her skull. He recognized her as the woman he had helped earlier and frowned. He certainly hoped that he hadn’t made a mistake by saving her, and so his finger hovered over the trigger as she approached them. The girl had just finished writing and drawing something. She put it on the shelf and returned to be pushed behind the man as the woman entered with her pistol drawn. His breathing slowed as he watched the man show indecisiveness. He growled and was ready to pull the trigger if she so much as moved the wrong way. That is, until something blocked his shot. The Brawler had gotten directly in the line of fire between the Ghille suited man and Xenia. He blinked in surprise for a moment before swearing aloud- he had just let a mutated infected move up on him without so much as noticing. He did notice that it was only interested in Xenia though. He shook his head at himself, knowing that he wouldn’t let someone get killed over what could be a misunderstanding. Then he came to a cold realization- he would need to load his special rounds. He only had normal rifle bullets in the magazine he was carrying and put his face in the palm of his hand. I don’t have time for this s**t… he thought to himself as he ejected the cartridge and unzipped his knapsack. He rummaged around for two small cases and placed them to his side upon finding them. Then he shifted his position a bit so that he could fire without endangering anyone else in the gift shop, especially the little one. He loaded the first bullet, manually feeding the high-caliber round into the rifle and cocking back the bolt to ready it. He took a few seconds to aim down his scope, practicing the motion of where to aim and compensate and the following hand grab for the second more special type of round in the other case. He had a thought of how much of a waste it was, but squelched it- this was the exact situation that it called for, and he trusted that they had no idea what these were or what they were capable of. He looked down the scope, took a breath, and fired. The Brawler had closed the distance in silence but was now clearly visible to both Nitori and Cain as it approached Xenia from behind. It looked so large that it may not fit through the door. The three would not have recognized what it was, although Cain might have been able to match its description in Wilhelm’s journal with its appearance. As it got closer (even if Cain and Nitori hadn’t said anything by this point) it let out a bellowing roar that sounded like a war cry and began to charge the best it could at Xenia. It was still about fifteen feet away from her but was closing in fast. As it got closer a shot similar to the sound of the one that Xenia heard when the Gorger died. The Brawler’s brains blossomed like a flower, spilling globules of blood and gore around the area it was near. The bullet continued onward, ripping a hole in the wall of the gift shop across from Nitori and Cain. To their horror, the headless Brawler would get back on its feet and lash out with its freakishly large hands at both Xenia and Cain. After the first shot landed, the mysterious survivor swore as he couldn’t get the specialized bullet to enter the feed. If he didn’t get to it soon and the survivors didn’t react, they would probably end up being bludgeoned to death by the soon-to-be-dead Brawler.  [[OOC: …]]
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 11:25 pm
Dylan Reynolds
☢I'm Not Hiding, I'm Living:☢ In the School.
☠Group:☠ Ema
☠Get Pumped:☠ Searching for supplies with Ema.
☠I Hate Thinking:☠ This is nuts!
☠OOC:☠ ((...))Dylan had gotten outside the gymnasium and into the hallway, wondering where he would look for supplies first. The lockers were always a good place to start, but there might be other places with more valuable supplies and bigger stashes. He contemplated the thought for a moment, wondering what he- what they could find. He really hoped that Ema was going to stick around with him. He wanted a group of survivors around, and having a chick was nice. She really didn’t seem to like him much, but he didn’t really mind. All he knew was that he had saved her already from some zombies and made himself a promise when he was about to get mauled in the gymnasium. He rolled it over in his thoughts again: If I make it out of this alive, I’ll make sure nothing happens to that chick. Ema may not like me, but I’ll be damned if I let a cute girl run around without someone to help her out. It ain’t right. He smiled at the thought. He didn’t believe in any of that bull about love at first sight, but he didn’t deny that he felt something for her when he first saw her. Hell, that’s one of the biggest reasons he was able to get over the fact that the same crazy kind of monster that ate his classmates was down there on the floor of the swimming pool trying to snack on someone.
As Ema came out of the gym and said something, he shook his head and snapped out of his little daze. He had almost missed that the lights were flicking on and off, like someone was playing monkey at the control panel. ”Yeah, you’re right… I remember hearing those gunshots before that weird howl.” he stopped and turned to her. “I think they may be trying to have a little fun with this whole situation.” he said with a chuckle but then stopped and looked away. “I’m just kidding, though. They definitely have a gun if they’re the same person who was shooting during that horde rush.” He frowned and turned back to face her before giving a more thoughtful look. “You know, I want to gather a group of people to increase our chances of survival- and they might be someone who we could work with. Now I won’t go as far as to say I trust a stranger with a gun, but they may also have a group that they’re with. I think it’s best to work in groups. I feel like we should go find them and ask them if they want to form an alliance.” Then he stopped talking and gave her a genuine smile. “Well, that’s what I would normally do, but if you think we should avoid them, then I’d rather stick with you. After all, it’s worked out so far that way, right?” He turned away from her for a moment to try and open a stubborn locker near him.
A loud series of noises followed the sound of the air ducts turning on, and then a loud metallic clang sounded off as well. “What the hell wa-” Dylan was cut off as soon as a high-pitched shriek started up and rang through the halls. He quickly reached over and covered Ema’s ears to try and protect her from the noise, gritting his teeth as he tried to put up with it. The problem was that it seemed to only be increasing in volume, making it hard for him to stay conscious and keep his eyes open in general. He kept as focused as he could on covering her ears, hoping that the horrid noise would go away soon. As the volume rose, he felt a warm slow-moving liquid trickle out of his ear and began to feel even more light-headed. Even so he gritted his teeth and tried to bear with it as long as he could. He tried to yell over the noise to her: “We should try to get somewhere where the sound can’t reach us!” The blood was coming out of his ears was a very slow trickle, but if it wasn’t addressed in a few minutes in combination with the noise level, he very may well go deaf.
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 1:53 pm
Alexander Ashewell  As Alexander messed with the lights, he could tell by the humming that the power was still working, an interesting and potentially useful find. When he got to the the breaker that control the vents, he grinned as the ventilation rumbled to life. So, air conditioning isn't lost to time yet, good. As he flipped the last switch, he cringed when the machine failed to start with a hefty clang. Flipping the switch off, he turned around, and saw the smaller infected. "Eugh... I though all of you guys- GAH!" As the infected let out its hideous screech, Alexander flinched, his ears bleeding a bit from it's sonic assault. Dropping his saber, he reached for his gun, fumbling a bit as he tried to focus. The little b*****d was flapping around, so he tried shooting at the wings first, hoping it would fall to the ground where it would be an easier target. He could feel his hearing fading away as the infected continued to screech. He was glad the other infected had wandered off already, though with as loud as this was, he wouldn't be surprised if they came back.
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 3:13 pm
  Loretta Degas & Xenia Manchezler  Loretta looked up from her snooping in empty cabinets when she heard Wilhelm shouting for her attention in loud excitement. She immediately located him and noticed that he was holding up a bag obviously heavy with something. She closed the cabinet, though she could have just left it open, and walked over to where he was standing. She carefully took the pack from him and looked inside. Sure enough, it held food and water. Well, at least it wasn't something else like the head of a zombie. That would be such a horrible prank to play. She smiled, glad that something had turned up in their search. Even if it was given to them by someone else. She closed the bag and smiled at him as he remembered her earlier question. The Hospital. That wasn't far from the Amusement Park at all. She could easily run across the roads between the two places. She just hoped she would never be in such a situation where she would have to run. She would much rather arrive at someone's door step while walking and smiling. She nodded, throwing the bag over her shoulder as he climbed out the window in search of the person that left it. She kept her injured shoulder at a relaxed state while the arm he treated earlier was holding the bag. It did hurt but the pills he gave her earlier dulled the pain. She didn't mind much either. Pain meant you were alive and that's a pretty good thing to be.
Loretta stepped out of the window, watching with some amusement as Wilhelm chased down a woman that was walking away. The slowly disappearing figure was most likely the one that left the bag. She would have to thank her properly for the supplies. Though she would probably hand over the pack to Wilhelm. She didn't need it as badly as he did. She could go searching for food anytime and if she was unsuccessful then Xenia probably had something. She could gather supplies for the both of them. So long as there wasn't a huge decrease in supplies then all is well. She followed slowly after Wilhelm, knowing he and the other woman would have to stop eventually and she could catch up to them. As they did stop she slowly got closer. They didn't go very far at all. She could see from where she was that this was the one with the bow from earlier and that her hand was hovering near her weapons as a cautionary gesture. She would not hesitate to use them if she had to. She stopped a short distance away from him, smiling as he turned to glance at her quickly before speaking to the woman. She let him do the talking, not wanting to interrupt or startle the woman. She did not wish to get another wound today but she also would not hesitate to give wounds if she had to. Human or not, if they were a danger then they had to be taken care of until they no longer posed a threat. She wouldn't kill them. No, any human was another chance of gaining back the world.
Loretta adjusted her hold on the bag and looked down a nearby street as Wilhelm introduced himself and extended the offer of shelter to the woman. He really does seem like such a kind soul. As he stood there, asking his question, he would look back at her and she would smile. Occasionally she made a funny face, wondering if he would even notice the difference. But as his back was turned from her she would survey their surroundings. It was so empty that it was kinda creepy. Something just had to jump out, it was such a perfect moment for it. Yet, she hoped that nothing like that would happen.
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It didn't take long for the male to notice Xenia. Just as she stepped into the lobby he was turning around. Then he spotted her and moved to pull the little girl behind him as protection before freezing up with wide eyes, waiting for her to make a move. But she just stood there, staring at them with that blank and emotionless face of hers. It was like a staring contest. When she decided that the boy wasn't going to do her any harm at the moment, at least not until she put him in danger, she grinned. He reminded her of a cornered animal, so scared and yet not afraid to lash out when it's predator got too close. She was not going to harm him, or the little girl, though. Humans were an endangered species. It isn't a good thing for them to be killed but to be gathered into groups. Not that she wanted to be put into a group, since she probably wouldn't do very well with all of the people, but it was good for survival. "Hello," she drawled out in a hopefully friendly manner. Her attention was soley on the little girl hiding behind the male. She had nothing against children, she actually like them. Children were innocents and needed to be grown with care unless they end up having a past similar to or worse then hers.
Xenia didn't have a clue that a rather large, mutated zombie was approaching from behind. It was very quiet and sneaky. That was until it let out a loud bellow that had her turning around so quickly it looked like she barely even moved. She realized that another mutated zombie was barreling towards her and cursed under her breath. This day just wasn't agreeing with her, now was it? She lifted up her gun in one hand and pulled out a hunting dagger to hold in the other. The heavy weight of the gun pulled down at her arm but she held it up with determination. Yet before she could even get a bullet into it a very familiar sound echoed across the streets and the Brawler's head blossomed open, coating her with a second layer of gore and blood. Yay. Time seemed to slow down then and she glanced back to see that the bullet had passed the boy and little girl. She turned back around to find that the zombie hadn't fallen to the floor like she expected. It was still charging towards her, swinging its unusually large arms. Like a chicken with its head cut off just right, it could still move around... And it was heading right towards her.
Xenia tried jumping out of its path, hoping that the other guy and little girl would follow suit. It moved pretty fast but hopefully it wasn't as intelligent as that last mutant she ran into earlier. She lifted her gun to fire a round of bullets at it, jumping behind a desk as she did in hopes that the object might actually stall it. Certainly wouldn't stop it with as big as it is. She needed to find a way to kill it. Severing the spine might work, since blowing off it's head didn't do much.
[ If you'd like to knock Xenia out then be my guest. You have my permission. :3 ]
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 8:59 pm
  “Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.”
It was interesting to observe the look on his face change from excitement, to confusion, to caution all in one swift motion. She never took her eyes off the man, even when he looked behind him to see that his partner was keeping up; she wasn't worried about the injured woman that was now trailing behind him. Freyja saw that she had the pack and had stopped heading towards them, judging by her gesture of placing her hands on her weapons, Freyja guessed that she'd recognized her as well. It looked like she would only have to talk to one of the people she'd helped, and it was probably better that way. Once the man looked back he introduced himself as Wilhelm after offering thanks for her help. She listened as he prattled on in his fancy manner of speaking about her joining up with them, about how he had shelter and wanted to start up a band of survivors. She wasn't too keen on any of the ideas being spout from this man's mouth. She wanted nothing to do with anyone, she didn't trust anyone to be within ten feet of her, let alone watch over her as she slept; especially men.
She stood very still contemplating his words, wondering whether or not to travel with these two while she was in the city. She narrowed her eyes at him, though he wouldn't be able to tell for the scarf over them. Finally, she took her eyes of him and looked back at Loretta. She doesn't seem to be being held against her will, in fact she seems to trust him,' she thought before looking back at Wilhelm. The man kept looking back at her, he looked worried about something, 'maybe he's worried about her injuries, or maybe he's worried she might escape him' she pondered. However, her gut told her it was the former rather than the later, and she always trusted her instinct. He'd stopped talking a moment or two ago now, and she still hadn't said a word only stood there presumably looking at he and Loretta.
Finally, Freyja spoke, "Yes, Freyja," she said answering both his questions with the least words possible. She still hadn't decided whether to join the two of them yet but she figured to might make it easier to get the lye out of the mall if she did. She stood and contemplated for a few more seconds, a gesture that probably only raised the awkwardness and nerves of the situation, before making a decision. "I don't trust you, and I have no intention of taking up shelter in this forsaken city, especially when I have a base of my own elsewhere. I only came here to get a few things that I needed," she said. Surprisingly, Freyja's voice was deep and rich while being thick and smooth like honey or caramel, so much so that some found it mesmerizing. "However, I haven't yet found everything I need and the only place I can get it is the mall. If you'd be willing to help me with that, and maybe store this stuff at your shelter in the mean ttime" she motioned to the duffel bag she had, "I might be more inclined to trust you, and possibly help you with your goal, at least for a time" she finished.
Mood: cautious
Location: Streets of the apartment complex
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 4:34 am
Location: Abandoned School
Survivors Affected: Dylan, Emaline, Alexander
Event: Generator Room / Power
Zombie Concentration: Low
Known Mutated Zombie Population: 1
Danger Level: Low
RANDOM ENCOUNTER The disoriented Shrieker's cry was cut off momentarily by a gunshot from Alexander, changing to a yelp. The bullet tore through its shoulder and right into the base of its wings. Since it could no longer fly, it flopped out of the air and hit the ground next to Alexander with a small thud. It almost immediately began to squeal again, flailing around on the ground like an insect with its wing cut off. It weak arms and legs flailed about miserably as it continued to wail, although it wouldn't do much. It was so weak that it could practically be stomped to death. However, its claws were still sharp, so getting too close could lead to injury. The mutant zombie was blind and now flightless, so its only real way of attacking was to swing its arms about wildly and scream. Its voice was now a bit softer after being shot, but it was slowly rising in volume again.
Dylan and Ema would be able to hear the gunshot and where it came from as it echoed through the silence it caused. However, the screaming started up only a few more second after which would not cause to much of a respite. Thanks to Alexander's quick thinking, there was now more time before the screech would be loud enough to attract a horde.
[[OOC: It's an easy kill now, take care of it however you'd like. ^^]]
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 6:34 am
Wilhelm Steinherz
"Verrücktes Wunderkind" ☢Just Another Day Here:☢ Near the Apartments
☠Other Survivors I’m With:☠ Loretta and Freyja
☠And I'm:☠ Talking with another Survivor.
☠What’s On My Mind:☠ Kind, yet blunt... Easy way to survive.
☠OOC:☠ ((Gonna wait on the Brawler post for Cain & Nitori's reactions.))Wilhelm was glad to see that Loretta was doing fine and behind him as he talked, but it had escaped him that some of the faces she returned were not smiles- except the last one. He did a double-take back at Loretta with a bewildered look, not fully understanding what she was doing. Before he could even ask, the other Survivor spoke and introduced herself as Freyja. He turned around and smiled, wondering if that name originated in the States or if it came from another country. Even her voice sounded different from the Americans he had met so far, but it was not familiar either. He decided to store the question for later- it wasn't very important and he still did not know this Survivor well. She seemed to be a very blunt person when speaking, and Wilhelm could only respect that in a time where actions and judgments needed to be quick to survive. He waited patiently for her to say anything else, not wanting to seem too eager or talkative. He didn't necessarily need to go out of his way to help others, and it could seem suspicious. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Always liked the Americans on that one. He thought with a sigh as he repeated the old saying in his head. He just wanted to try and help out as many people as he could during this apocalyptic situation, hoping that if there were enough people massed together then they may stand a chance to rebuild their shattered world into a better place.
Then Freyja continued and he nodded in understanding. Her words had struck a chord with him, making him realize that he could have put Loretta in danger. His facial expression morphed to that of apologetic concern before returning to normal. Perhaps he was a bit too trusting of others when they did kind acts. Either way, now was not the time to be apologizing to Loretta. He could always do that later. He scratched his chin thoughtfully as he thought about her situation and what she had said. "Well," he finally said, "I don't mind that you don't trust me. It doesn't come as a surprise with everything as it is now." If she hadn't been able to tell by now, his accent gave away the fact that he was foreign to the country. It was Rhinelandian, from a small area in Germany. He shrugged and continued, "I would be more than happy to earn your trust and help you find what you came here for. I have no problem with storing your things in my safe room, and you'd be free to get them whenever you feel like it." He nodded again, assessing the plan that he was putting together along with the new one that Freyja had added into the mix. "The Mall is a decent way from here, but we can definitely make a trip there. We would have to be careful though- there are normally a lot of zombies milling around those parts." He suddenly looked surprised, as if he had just remembered something.
He looked back at Loretta and asked, "You don't mind if we have an extra person in the group, do you?" He didn't want to leave her out of the decision. If she wasn't able to trust the woman and didn't want her around, then he would have to rescind his offer. He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh while adding, "I forgot I was in a group again, making all these gut decisions..." He smiled apologetically and chuckled. He was glad that Loretta was with him again. Maybe he could sleep better at night knowing that he had found one of the people he had been searching so long for. He smiled genuinely again and stated, "We should head back to the Hospital first so we can get ready. I still have some supplies and rations there." He looked at each of them as he spoke before turning to Loretta. "I can patch you up a bit better when we're there too- and I have more painkillers if you need them." He felt his abdominal muscles throb as he said that and stifled a groan. He had been so concerned with helping Loretta and surprised by finding her that he had forgotten about his injuries from his run-in with the horde. He would probably have to get himself some painkillers as well... but only when she wasn't looking. He didn't want her worrying about him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 6:48 pm
Loretta Degas & Xenia Manchezler Loretta chuckled under her breath as Wilhelm did a double-take at her last odd but funny face. He looked bewildered, making his reaction all that more amusing to her. The other female caught his attention again by speaking so she stopped with her funny faces and looked down the streets in an almost bored manner. She still didn't want to intrude on their conversation. She could easily tell that this female didn't enjoy human interaction much just by the way she carried herself. So two people talking to her may be too much. Yet as Freyja turned from looking at Wilhelm as he talked to look at Loretta she smiled in a hopefully friendly way. She didn't want to make this woman uncomfortable or scared enough to pull out her weapons again. Zombies were easy to kill but she has never had to kill a perfectly healthy, living human before. It would definitely be harder then killing a zombie. You would have to live knowing that you killed someone that's part of a dying breed. It's technically illegal, taboo, and poorly thought of. This woman that seemed to want nothing to do with other people would have to be dealt with with extreme care as to not provoke her.
Loretta heard clearly that this woman was named Freyja. Her voice was oddly rich, like an earthy dirt smell that somehow managed to smell pleasing. At least to her. She also heard the Freyja had no intentions of sheltering in this city with other people, just as presumed. But she did need help with a few things. No problem with that. The help of other humans that can think together with a collective mind is ideal to take care of particularily sticky situations. She thought that there was no way someone like Freyja would be asking for help if it wasn't really needed. Perhaps she could even look for supplies while she was at it. Not only for herself but also for Wilhelm, of course. She had to pay him back for his help somehow. His help being that he treated her arm and have given her medications to dull her pain. It wasn't much but with supplies so hard to find such things were valuable. He then turned to her, asking if she wouldn't mind another person. She shrugged and shook her head with a smile. "I wouldn't mind at all."
Feeling that it was safe to join in the conversation Loretta slowly crept forward until she was standing next to Wilhelm. "You should trust your gut decisions, they do a pretty good job." She smiled at him and then turned to look at Freyja. She looked a bit different upon a closer distance. When he mentioned that they should go to the Hospital first she nodded. She would be able take note of where this safe room of his is, making it easier to find should she ever need to find it again sometime. Then it sounded like they were going to the Mall. Since she she got to this city a day or so ago and she was injured she didn't have much time to look around. She just knew where things were from what Xenia had mentioned. So she would like to visit the Mall, even though she heard it was like a nest for zombies sometimes. She didn't mind that at all. It was odd how much enjoyment she could get out of killing zombies sometimes, even more so if she kills them in creative ways. She grinned at the thought, remembering some of the odd ways she killed zombies before she came to this city.
Loretta looked at Wilhelm as he offered to patch up her wounds better when they got to the Hospital. As nice as that sounded she didn't want to take all of his supplies. She smiled and shook her head. "It's quite alright, I'll manage. You don't have to patch up my wounds." She thanked him anyways and gave his shoulder a small pat. She did not know how much pain he was in since he managed to cover it up so well. She looked at Freyja and smiled, deciding to formally introduce herself. "Hello. My name is Loretta Degas."
[ Aww... Poor Wilhelm. D: ]
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 2:49 am
“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.”
She wasn't happy about teaming up with people, but she also wasn't reckless. If she wanted to get what she'd came for she'd need more people if there was going to be any real possibility of success. She didn't say anything more to Wilhelm for the time being, only listened. His ideas of amassing a zombie fight club however, did not appeal to her, all Freyja wanted was to be back home and to be alone. But for now she would have to play the cards she was dealt.
She watched and listened as the man asked whether or not the woman minded were Freyja to join their group. This did not sit well with her, how could this man say he was part of a group if he made all the decisions before consulting others? This in turn brought her hackles back up, making her question his motivations and niceties. however, the ill thoughts of Wilhelm were quickly proven wrong once again as he showed true concern for the woman and her injuries, as well as by the woman's trust of his judgement. It was difficult for Freyja to stop suspecting anyone, especially men, it was not in her being, and not trusting was something that was etched into her very fiber.
Once finished concluding that the hospital would indeed be their next target location the injured came closer and introduced herself as Loretta. Not being used to the regular practices of everyday social expectations and standards (having lived in solitude most of her life) Freyja could never be expected to act 'normal'. As such, at first it would may seem as the she was ignoring the woman, save for the fact that she was looking in her direction, and, again after an extended pause, Freyja would close the distance between the two of them, putting her face only inches from Loretta's. She would then proceed to sniff her before looking into her eyes. Despite the blindfold obscuring her vision Freyja could still see. The fabric could be seen through from one side allowing her to hide her eyes without impairing her vision. It was Freyja's belief that a person's eyes would tell you more than a mouth ever could, though this was not her only reason for hiding them. What she currently searched for in Loretta's eyes was fear and once she was done she would slowly back off before turning and heading to the hospital. "If my suspicions are correct, we should get a move on before the zombies that were called away make it back to the mall."
Mood: Observant
Location: Streets of the apartment complex
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 5:25 am
Alexander Ashewell The screeching temporarily silenced by the infected's wound, Alexander wasted no time in reaching down for his saber. He moved quickly over towards the creature, wincing again as it's screech picked up again. Swinging down, he cleaved into the thing's skull, silencing it. Falling to a sitting position on the ground, he holstered his handgun and saber, before putting his hands to his ears. His hands felt sticky with blood. He reached over and tapped on the metal side of a machine, and could barely hear the noise it made. Well s**t..... Feels like whatever that was ruptured my eardrums. Okay Alex, keep cool. You're not completely deaf, so that's good. Just don't aggravate this further by shooting anything else, and you should be fine is a day or so, maybe more. Let's get up........ Eugh. Alexander braced himself on the machine, and pulled himself up. He was beginning to feel the effects of today's running in his knees. He headed over to the door he'd come in, and stepped back into the hallway, locking it behind him. He began walking towards the main office, it was probably a good idea to go back to the library and drop his stuff off, and probably stay there. It would be a shame to not take more advantage of the temporary lack of infected, but he really didn't want to end of deaf. Deaf people don't go far in the end of days.
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 9:48 am
Wilhelm Steinherz
"Verrücktes Wunderkind" ☢Just Another Day Here:☢ Near the Apartments
☠Other Survivors I’m With:☠ Loretta and Freyja
☠And I'm:☠ Heading back towards the Hospital before going to the Mall.
☠What’s On My Mind:☠ I hope this isn't the wrong thing to do.
☠OOC:☠ ((I don't want to post too much until Xelyn gets a word in, so I won't have them reach the Hospital quite yet even though it's not a large distance. Wilhelm's a trooper, he'll get through it. xD))Wilhelm was happy to hear Loretta's response and compliment. "Well that's a relief." he said with a chuckle as she came closer and stood next to him. He was ready to head out once everyone was good and settled, so he decided to wait until the whole meeting and conversation were over. When he expressed concern for Loretta's injuries, his brows furrowed at her response. He wanted to protest, but just as easily was caught off-guard as she gave his shoulder a pat. He held back a flinch and gave her a weary smile. As she introduced herself to Freyja, he frowned and looked to the ground. I'm going to have to make sure her wound isn't infected when we get back to the Hospital... I have much more to use for disinfectants and things to help injuries heal. He wasn't going to go ahead and force the thought on Loretta now, but once they got back he wasn't going to let her not let him help her. He didn't want to see her life cut short by neglecting to treat a cut. He had noticed once person earlier who had fallen to that very same fate while he was first entering the town. He had been cut by a Brawler's enormous claws, but had been able to stop the bleeding. Without anything to clan or sterilize the wound, it had become infected by the decayed flesh and caused him to die slowly and painfully. Even just the thought of that happening to Loretta made him sick. He had paled a bit and a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his neck before he came back to reality.
When he lifted his head, he noticed that Freyja was inches away from Loretta's face. He was a bit startled and concerned, but he didn't make any rash decisions or quick movements. The last thing he needed was for this new woman to think that he was a huge threat to her. After a few moments of silence and awkward tension (at least that's how he perceived it) Freyja had backed off and started walking off towards the Hospital. "That's true. It's better to assume the worst possible scenario and prepare for it. We'll have to get there and eat and patch up quick before we head to the Mall then." He turned to Loretta and smiled before adding, "Wandert mit mir." He walked off in the direction of the Hospital as well, following loosely behind Freyja. He didn't want to send off the wrong vibe by taking the lead in front of her when she didn't seem to want to be led anywhere.
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