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 Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 9:59 am
Location: Abandoned School
Survivors Affected: Dylan, Emaline, Alexander
Zombie Concentration: None
Known Mutated Zombie Population: o
Danger Level: Very Low
Time of Day:Afternoon
RANDOM ENCOUNTER The Shrieker died quickly, leaving the school once again in silence. Luckily for everyone, the noise had not attracted the rest of the horde. As Alex wandered down the hall towards the Main Office, he would come across Dylan and Ema in the hallway about halfway there. Dylan's ears are bleeding and he's trying to shield Ema's ears. They'll probably be a bit disoriented from the whole messy encounter, but they haven't moved anywhere so they will be easy to spot. If Alex decides to try and open the Main Office, he'll find that one of the keys is a master key on the janitor's key ring (if he tries multiple keys). Inside the office is a door to the archives, which holds records of the students, zombie incidents as the world was going to hell, and a large supply of water bottles and crackers. In the office desk is a binder with documentation photographs on the incidents of the dead coming to life, horrific mass zombie attacks, and even some special infected. Inside will be a few pictures and recounts of Shriekers, Zombie Cannibals, Zombies, and one called a Zombie Horder. Although some of these may not be news to Alex, Dylan, or Ema, the Zombie Horder was not one of the more knowledgeable ones.
[[OOC: If Marukawa decides that she doesn't want to continue, Dylan will still be around to help out Alex. I'll be sad to see her go, but school is more important.]]
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 7:34 pm
  ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ x ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ℭａｉｎ ℑｃｈｉｍａｒｕ ↔ Ｎｉｔｏｒｉ Ｇｒａｙｓｅｎ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ x ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ Just as the mystery woman finally spoke, saying hello, Nitori suddenly let out a scream. Standing not far behind the woman was a huge, hideous, mutated zombie. It let out an ugly roar at the same time as Nitori's scream. Cain reacted immediately, grabbing Nitori and shoving her under the gift shop's front desk as to hide her. When he turned back around, the monster was on the floor with it's head blown off, the sound of gun fire still lingering in the air. He had no idea who had shot at it, but it didn't seem to matter as the mutilated beast got right back up again. "Holly s**t!" Cain said in surprise, a bit panicked that it was still coming even after having it's brains spewed across the floor. The zombie continued it's attack, heading towards the unknown woman and swinging it's massive arms at her wildly. She jumped out of it's way and started shooting at it but it didn't seem to slow it down any. Now it was heading straight for Cain.
Nitori watched from under the desk in horror, still screaming. Cain could hear the sound piercing his ears and knew that he had to react fast or else she would be next in line for the mutated zombie's slaughter. Reaching into his bag quickly he pulled out a machete and swung it upwards, cutting off one of the monster's arms in one swift motion. He then threw himself out of the way as it continued on like a juggernaut, not seeming to feel the pain of loosing a limb or it's head at all and crashing into a shelf of gift shop items behind Cain.
The action of the mutant ramming itself into the shelf sent the beast sprawling on the floor and Cain used that opportunity to jump on it and slice it's other arm off. He didn't wait to see what it would come up with next to attack them, running over to Nitori underneath the desk and grabbing hold of her. After picking the girl up he ran with her over to the other survivor, not caring if she was a threat or not at this point. "Get up! Come on!" Cain shouted, grabbing her wrist rather forcefully and pulling her to her feet. "It's getting back up!!!" Nitori screamed, pointing at the recovering Brawler. They had to get somewhere safe or find a way to take this thing down quick if they didn't want anyone getting hurt.
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 8:11 pm
Location: Hospital/ City Streets
Survivors Affected: Cain, Nitori, Xenia, Loretta, Freyja, Wilhelm.
Name: Unknown
Encounter Type: Surprise / Observation
Danger Level: Moderately high.
NPC ENCOUNTER The mysterious survivor cursed and fumbled with his gun in an attempt to make it accept the bizarre round. It was made to enter a zombie and pin them to another zombie of object to slow or suppress its movements. It didn't look like he was going to get the chance to use it, seeing as how the monster was further into the shop and Cain was in the line of fire. He sighed explosively and got up into a crouching position with one knee down. He thought about taking it out with an explosive- but there was no way of knowing how many of the survivors would be hurt by it. He swore again and shook his head as he watched the scene play out.
The Brawler could no longer see, which only further fueled its rage. It couldn't roar any longer, but now it was going merely on instinct and sense of touch. It had no idea that Xenia had jumped to the side and hid behind a desk- nor that Nitori had been screaming and was hiding under that very same desk. However it felt each of the many bullets enter its side and one of its arms and lashed out to the side with its newly injured appendage, knocking the desk into Nitori and Xenia. Luck was on their side though, and both of them would only be winded, disoriented, and in a bit of pain from the hit. The desk was not so lucky- it was cracked and wrecked from the awkward hit.
As it retracted its hand from its earlier attack, it felt a sharp pain and could no longer feel its brutish appendage. Enraged, it swung out with its only good hand, smashing into the shelf along the wall. As it pulled its only remaining arm out of the wall it took a spill on its own gore, falling on its back. It felt another sharp pain similar to before as it lost its last terrifying instrument of death. As Cain ran back to the others, it got back up and stared to run in the direction that he had ran in after cutting off its last arm. Without warning (having no mouth and all) it crashed into Cain, bringing its hulking form down on top of him and knocking Nitori and Xenia back to the ground. After that last bit, the Brawler was completely motionless. If it hadn't been so injured, none of them may have been as lucky as they were. They would definitely have some bruises and cuts, but nothing major thanks to their quick actions and a bit of luck. Unfortunately for Cain, what was left of the lifeless Brawler was still very heavy and was pinning him to the floor.
The mysterious survivor watched the events unfold with grim patience. There was nothing he could do for them now except pray that they could handle themselves. They would have to last at most another half of a minute with the beast, but even that was more than enough time for it to mutilate everyone there and then some. He was relieved to see that they handled themselves fine and that the creature fell to the ground without severely harming them or killing any of them. He slowly stood up and slung his sniper rifle through its holster on his back, underneath the Ghillie suit. Now he had a decision to make: would he go and try to help the man out from under the corpse and give away his presence, or would he simply slip away and leave them to solve their own problems?
As he contemplated this, he did not hear or notice the survivors approaching from behind him. Loretta, Wilhelm, and Freyja would be able to see what looked like a tall mossy bush standing on the edge of one of the streets, moving every-so-often. As they approached, they would probably have been able to hear Nitori's screams from the end of the battle, as well as some of the crashing noises made by the tussle and recognize that they came from the direction of the Hospital.
[[OOC: I know It seems like their arms are thin in the picture, but remember that these things are insanely big and strong- it's pretty hard to cut through their arms very easily. Either way, I like the direction this went in. Makes it all the more interesting. ^^]]
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 2:20 pm
  Loretta Degas & Xenia Manchezler  Loretta finished introducing herself to Freyja with a smile and then glanced at Wilhelm as if wondering where to go from there. He seemed to be deep in thought and wherever his thoughts were taking him must be down a path that had disturbed him because he look sickly. She was about to ask him if he was okay but he recovered quickly so she let it be. She turned back to Freyja only to find that there were just inches between their faces. She blinked in surprise but said nothing. She simply stared right back. She couldn't see the woman's eyes due to the cloth that covered them but she could see the curves and angles of her face so it wasn't hard to place where the eyes should be. So she just stared in that general area. What did surprise her, however, was the way Freyja sniffed her like she was an animal trying to place a certain scent. Both eyebrows lifted up in an obvious expression of surprise and she leaned away ever so slightly. She was not so surprised or shocked that she would back off completely but she was taken aback. After a few minutes of this staring contest between them Freyja pulled back and walked off. While she did agree with what she said she still didn't say a word. No words didn't really need to be said. Wilhelm pretty much said everything that needed to be said anyways.
Loretta watched Freyja's receding form for a moment before looking at Wilhelm. He also turned towards her with a smile and spoke German. She stared after him as well before hurrying after to catch up with him. "I really should find a book that can help me translate your German," she commented as she slowed down to match his pace. She smiled at him, adjusting the pack as she did. She did not want to shift it to her other, injured shoulder so the strap could irritate her wounds there. She was more than capable of carrying it, its weight just needed a little adjusting at occasional times.
As they walked Loretta began to notice the slight sounds of complete chaos. Crashing noises and then screaming that slowly grew in volume captured her attention. She looked in the general direction the noises came from, which had to be the Hospital, suddenly worried about the fate of the person who screamed. It definetly had to be the Hospital and that couldn't be good for Wilhelm at all. She pulled out her machete, wanting to be ready for whatever caused such noise. But then a sudden movement caught her eye and she turned her head to notice a mossy looking figure that was vaguely familiar. She recognized it as the shadow she (and Wilhelm) saw on a roof earlier. She didn't want to make any sudden noises so she quietly bumped her hand into his side a few times in an attempt to get his attention. When she did she would point a finger in the direction of the tall, mossy figure.
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Xenia nearly laughed at the boy's exclamation of surprise. She wasn't sure as to why she found it funny in this situation but she did. Maybe it had to be because of the fact that he said it so loudly in the presence of a child that seemed to be innocent. How was it that such an innocent child was still alive? She immediately notice that after a few shots the Brawler was still charging on. She didn't want to waste bullets so she stopped firing her gun and put her smaller pistol back to leave her with more room in her hands. She still had her automatic rifle in her hands though. She looked down at the little girl hidden under the desk that she was also standing behind. She wasn't a coward that she would crouch under the desk as well but it was still there to provide an obstacle to the huge zombie. But she didn't expect the little girl to stand up in the face of danger. "It's going to be alright," she said in an attempt to calm her down. She never was good at reassuring people... Or calming them down or any of that. It was why she was considered emotionless, even heartless.
Xenia didn't notice that the Brawler had flipped the desk until she heard a loud crack. She had no time to react and move out of its way. She felt a dull pain and suddenly found herself on the floor next to the girl. She looked at the girl in surprise and slowly got up, looking back at the splintered pile that used to be a desk. It must have clipped her shoulder and backside on its way because she felt pain there. She didn't have any time to be bothered by that. Besides, it wasn't much of a pain. She looked back up to realize that the zombie was heading right for a statue-still Cain. The little girl's scream pierced her ears, giving the setting a feeling that something bad was definitely going to happen. Before she could try to yell some sense into the boy he snapped into action by pulling out a machete and swinging it up to cut off one of the zombie's arm in one clean cut as if he were doing a simple task like cutting butter. He jumped out of the way and the zombie continued forward like a train barreling down its tracks. Then it crashed into a shelf and as it lay on the ground he cut off its other arm. Well, she was impressed... and it was hard to impress her.
Then Xenia was being pulled out the door with obvious urgency. She glared at the boy, pulling her wrist out of his grasp while she ran. She glanced back at the zombie and took notice that it wasn't done yet. It was bent on destroying Cain to the best it could. It ran right into the boy, brushing into Xenia as it knocked him into the ground. She stared down at the pile of human and zombie, expecting to see the Brawler attempting to kill Cain with its bloody stumps of arms. But it lay still. She nudged the body with one boot and, deciding that it could do no more damage, knelt on the floor next to it. She seemed completely calm about the entire thing. "Are you alright?" She asked Cain. Well, of course he wasn't. He was being turned into jelly by a massive body.
Xenia curled her hands under the body to attempt in rolling it over. She expected a bit of help from Cain since she would need it to move such a large weight. Once finished, and the boy removed from under the zombie, she moved over to the girl. She held much more concern for children then the boy since he seemed capable of caring for himself. She placed a hand on under the child's chin and lifted up her face to give better access to look at her eyes. The eyes could always tell if one was okay or not. "Are you okay?" She asked in as soft a voice that she could manage (which wasn't all that much).
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 9:21 pm
NPC ENCOUNTER / INTEGRATED POST Location: Hospital/ City Streets
Survivors Affected:Loretta, Freyja, Wilhelm.
Name: Unknown
Encounter Type: Surprise / Observation
Danger Level: Unknown
☢Just Another Day Here:☢ City Streets / Hospital
☠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:☠ ...The hell?
☠OOC:☠ ((...))   Wilhelm Steinherz
"Verrücktes Wunderkind" The man shook his head and pulled out some binoculars to observe the scene. It seemed that the woman was helping the boy out from under the zombie's carcass. He figured that that was good enough for him to be satisfied with their situation. No one seemed to pose a danger to the child, and they were all alive and relatively unharmed. He observed them for a few more minutes, wondering how they exactly planned to sort out their situation. He probably shouldn’t be so curious, but at the same time he wasn’t worried about any infected nearby. He thought about the events that had transpired today and his most recent hunt. In the course of one morning he managed to kill two mutated infected and lead the entire mass of undead to the Theater to clear the area for survivors, scavenging, and mutated zombie hunting. Afterwards he had killed a Gorger as it was about to eat a woman and blew the top off of a Brawler that charged the same woman. He wondered if it was simply a coincidence or merely that she was bad luck. Either way, he figured that she wouldn’t forget what had happened today. He hoped that she had at least learned something from her encounters so that she wouldn’t get killed so easily. The big ones were starting to become more of a problem in this city, and he was sure that he might have to move out in a week’s time if this continued. First he had to go back to the Mall and find that map the other survivors were chattering so loudly about. He could have sworn that one of them was mentally challenged by the way he kept shouting and professing his hate for everything. All it did was aggravate his group members and attract zombies.
Wilhelm chuckled at Loretta’s remark quipped, ”Perhaps you can find one in the Mall once we get there.” He looked over at Loretta with a grin and noticed that she was shifting the pack of food around. He raised an eyebrow and asked, ”Would you like me to carry that for you? I don’t want you to strain yourself, you’re hurt.” His eyes held a little concern, but it was disguised by the same grin on his face. He was happy that he had not only found Loretta, but he had found more survivors. It was good to see that there were more people living and fighting in what was left of the ruined world. His silly grin soon faded away as he heard screaming and crashing sounds in the direction of the Hospital. He let out a long exasperated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. ”Warum das Krankenhaus? Mein Goht!” he grumbled as he tried to think of how to handle the situation. There was obviously someone inside, but they had no idea who it was or if they were dangerous. On top of that, there could be more than one of them. Since there were no zombies around, the likelihood that the screams were caused by zombies was very slim. If it was because there was a group of rogue survivors hunting down people to steal their supplies or kill them then they were in one heck of a predicament. The scream sounded like it came from a girl, or someone very young. He had no way of knowing without going to look and he wasn’t about to just let someone suffer. Even if they showed up late, maybe they could stop what was happening from happening to other survivors. As he reached for his holster, he felt someone hit him a few times and looked to the side.
It was Loretta, and she looked concerned. He looked over at where she pointed and noticed the familiar figure from earlier before they ran into Freyja for the first time. What the hell is that thing? he wondered, but then recognized the material that it was made out of. ”That’s a person in a Ghillie Suit…” he whispered to Loretta, ”I don’t know if they found it or if they have it from being in the service. If it’s the latter, he could be dangerous.” He slowly began to creep up behind the person and drew his sidearm. As he got closer, he heard an unwelcome crunch sound out from underneath his boot. The mysterious survivor turned around and saw the drawn gun, reacting immediately. He whipped his leg up and kicked Wilhelm’s hand, sending the gun off to the side. Wilhelm grabbed the man’s leg and pushed back, throwing the man off-balance and then rushed over to tackle him to the ground. As Wilhelm jumped him to the ground, the survivor swung out with an elbow and connected with Wilhelm’s jaw. Disoriented, Wilhelm was easily tossed off to the side and the sides changed. He whipped out his pistol and pointed it at Wilhelm’s head, putting an end to their scuffle. The survivor was silent and stared at Wilhelm through an opaque radiation mask. Wilhelm spat a bit of blood to the side and said, ”I guess you were a part of the American military, after all.” They were both breathing a bit hard from the sudden adrenaline rush, but then the mystery survivor looked at both of the women who were not too far from Wilhelm and himself. He sprang off Wilhelm and holstered his weapon, realizing that Wilhelm must have been looking out for them. After all, women were almost more important than water in this new world. He wondered momentarily if Wilhelm knew that, but discarded the thought. It didn’t matter to him now. He sprinted to the side, picking up Wihelm’s weapon and clicking the safety on. He chucked it back at Wilhelm, who had gotten up and plucked it out of the air. Wilhelm shouted after the man. ”Wait! I need to talk with you!” He turned around and kicked the ground. ”Damn…” He ran a hand through his hair and spat out some more blood. He didn’t even have the strength to stop a person at the moment and know he had to face it. He walked a bit unsteadily towards the Hospital, not bothering to say another word. He clutched at his chest and abdomen- the person with the Ghille suit had been faster and stronger because of his injury. Still- it didn’t seem like either of them was looking for a fight. Neither of them tried to kill the other. He decided to forget about it. The man wasn’t a threat unless he was threatened. If he ever found the man again though, he would ask him about the situation with the military.
The survivor hopped up to grab a window sill and slipped inside a building, disappearing from sight. He ran for many minutes until he was sure that he had lost the survivors. He swore and kicked a wall, tossing his pistol across the room in aggravation. He had almost been found out by another survivor, and he had let one sneak up on him. He needed to focus and regain his composure. Ever since he found that kid walking around things had started falling apart for him. He shook his head- he couldn’t blame the kid. He sighed and picked up his gun, putting it back into its holster and hopping onto a nearby bed. He needed to take a little time to relax before he went looking for that map. He checked his watch and nodded. He still had a good amount of time before the ‘movie presentation’ for the zombies was over.
[[Sorry about the horribly awkward post, but it was the best way to put in both of their reactions fluidly.]]
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 12:49 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.”
Walking ahead of Wilhelm and Loretta, Freyja thought of the look and scent the woman had had about her. As she'd expected Loretta had seemed baffled by her strange approach and quite uncomfortable, though she didn't show any fear, which was good she figured. Most importantly the woman didn't smell as though she'd been desecrated, which was what she'd been most worried about. If anything she enjoyed the man's company which Freyja would never understand. Deciding to come out of her thoughts she focused on the road ahead; they were now almost at the hospital.
Nearing the building Freyja stopped in her tracks, ahead was a man in camouflage slinging a sniper, not to mention there were screams and a loud commotion coming from the so called zombie free shelter, 'that must be who's gun I heard earlier' she thought observing the man. In addition to this she was curious whether the stash she'd come across belonged to this mysterious survivor, though she wasn't about to out and out ask him. He hadn't yet noticed they were there, and she wasn't sure if he'd be hostile. Turning to stop her new companions she saw Loretta give Wilhelm a couple taps to get his attention. When he spotted the man she watched him get up close and get in a scuffle. Freyja had her bow ready and pulled back but they were rolling around so much that it was nearly impossible to shoot without hitting Wilhelm as well. However the fight was over in a flash and instead of taking out the group the survivor took off. 'Well that was unnecessary,' she thought to herself as she watched Wilhelm kick the ground and stumble off towards the hospital. She re-sheathed her bow, and looked at Loretta a little confused; she wondered why the man who was so desperate to start up a group of survivors was fighting with someone who could have been an ally. Unwilling to voice this thought she simply turned and followed after Wilhelm. She watched as he clutched his chest and stomach, she'd noticed that during the fight he was slow and a little careful about the way he twisted too. It was pretty clear to her that he was injured especially after that little brawl. She didn't really care but she also wouldn't let him allow it to hamper them on their trip to the mall.
Closing in on the entrance to the hospital it sounded and appeared as though the screaming had stopped and they were no longer in trouble. She could also see what appeared to be 3 people; a man, a woman, and a child. The sight almost stopped her dead in her tracks. She'd never seen a child since before the beginning of the infection, and in all reality she hadn't really expected to see another. Which was why as much as Freyja wished to call upon her bow once more, she refused to draw and aim. She had many rules in her book that were brutal and unforgiving but when it came to children she would protect them with her life. She only hoped that the little one was in safe and trust-able hands, though the only hands she trusted out of the 5 adults among them were her own. It was at this point that Freyja decided to stick around, she would ensure the child's survival no matter the cost. Freyja ran and caught up to Wilhelm, after his previous bout with the sniper she wasn't sure whether he'd draw with the young one there. "Draw and I'll kill you myself, they have a child with them" Though the comment was mostly aimed at Wilhelm, Freyja purposefully spoke loudly enough that Loretta could here from however far away she was. Her voice, despite its enchanting sound, was stern, serious and dripping with the blood of a true threat.
Mood: Inspired
Location: Hospital
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 2:51 pm
Alexander Ashewell  As he walked through the hall, occasionally shaking one of his legs out, Alexander thought he spotted two people. Younger, student age, just standing in the hallway in front of him. He stared for a second or two, head tilted to his left side. Am I hallucinating? Great, that screech must've messed me up more than I... Hold on... No....[/i] As he continued to stare, he realized the male's ears were bleeding, and he had his hand over the girl's ears, like a shield. If I were to hallucinate something, I sure as hell wouldn't bring up fictional things only to tie them into reality, I'd think of a happy time... Right? He decided he had nothing to lose, expect possibly his sanity, so he called out to the two, a bit louder than he'd wanted to due to his deafened hearing. "HEY, YOU TWO ARE REAL RIGHT? NOT FIGMENTS OF MY IMAGINATION?"(( Gotcha. I understand her plight, school sucks, 'specially when you have a younger sibling who occupies the computer most of the time writing essays, leaving you with no time to do anything other than your own homework. Good luck with school n' stuff Marukawa. )) (( I gots to get out of this writing slumpyness. Everyone else is writing essays it seems, and all I've got is this. It's like the fishing derby in Scouts all over again.... *Flashbacks* burning_eyes ))
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 4:18 pm
Dylan Reynolds
☢I'm Not Hiding, I'm Living:☢ In the School.
☠Group:☠ Ema and a mystery guy.
☠Get Pumped:☠ Searching for supplies.
☠I Hate Thinking:☠ Oh crap...
☠OOC:☠ ((Too true...I think everyone with a sibling has been there at least once unfortunately. x-x Also, it's all good. Post quality is what matters more than how much you can write. Besides, you sound busy enough yourself and have to contend with a little'n stealing your computer time. Oh man... flashbacks to the scouts are messy. I got outta that place right quick. I was in there for the Cub Scouts and part of the Boy Scouts before I convinced my parents that the place was boring and a waste of time and money.))Dylan was relieved when he could no longer hear the relentless screeching from whatever the hell was causing it. He pulled his hands away from covering Ema's ears and touched the sides of his head. He had almost passed out from the supersonic onslaught. His hands pulled away with blood on them and he winced. Something bad must have happened to his ears. A knot formed in his gut and he swallowed hard, trying to force the unpleasant thought from his mind. He let out a sigh and tested out his voice and hearing. "Are you alright, Ema?" His voice sounded far away to him, so he unconsciously raised his voice as he asked her. She seemed to remain silent through the whole ordeal, so he shrugged. He could still hear. In fact, he was tapping his foot into the locker and could hear the clang of the metal as he kicked it. That was good- no hearing loss.
He was about to say something else when he heard a voice come from their side. He looked over quickly and noticed a man with bleeding ears who was calling out to them. Are we real? Is this guy nuts? he wondered, shifting forward a bit in front of Ema. He took a deep breath and decided to answer, hoping that the man wasn't some deranged survivor looking for victims. "Yeah, we are. Who are you?" He looked at the man suspiciously and then noticed the gun in his holster. The gunshots from earlier... That's when he made a quick assumption and acted on it. "Were you the one who was shooting earlier today?" He was a bit nervous for their safety since there was an unknown man with a gun approaching them who seemed a bit out of it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 6:55 pm
☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ x ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ℭａｉｎ ℑｃｈｉｍａｒｕ ↔ Ｎｉｔｏｒｉ Ｇｒａｙｓｅｎ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ x ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ Nitori let out another sharp scream as the Brawler bulldozed it's way over to them, her yell cut short as she fell from Cain's arms and onto the floor. Thankfully, after the thing toppled over on top of him, it ceased moving, apparently dead. Finally. The damn thing should have stopped living as soon as it's head was blown off, but some ungodly force of evil kept it going. The giant mutation was now laying motionless across Cain's body, pinning him down and crushing his small frame under it's weight. "Get the hell off of me!" Cain yelled in disgust at it's gory body, trying to push it off of him. At the sound of the mystery woman asking if he was alright he responded with a muffled yell of frustration. He was at least grateful when she helped to get the mutilated zombie body off of his own. Working together they managed to roll it over to the side, freeing Cain.
Now that the ugly creature was off of him, Cain stood up, scowling as he looked down at the blood of the brawler covering his clothes. Then he looked over to Nitori and saw that the other woman was checking her over. Nitori was shaking and looked up with wide eyes as the woman lifted her chin up to look at her better. "I-I'm ok... I think..." The little girl said, still shaken up by the whole thing. She stared at the mutated zombie's dead body as if she was afraid it would get back up again. "Nitori.... It's alright now. It's over. You're safe. " Cain walked over to her and knelt down to her level, pulling her into a tight hug. Normally he would never touch someone so casually or intimately, being uncomfortable with physical contact himself, but right now he was willing to throw his fears away to comfort hers. After holding her for a few minutes until she stopped shaking, Cain looked up to the woman that had helped them. "Who are you?" He asked rather blatantly. To his surprise, Nitori piped up with something to say, and with attitude too. "Cain, that's rude! You have to introduce yourself first. Mommy always said that was the polite thing to do." She waggled her little finger at him as if to say "naughty, naughty" and all Cain could do was stare at her in shock. The girl had been scared for her life not ten seconds ago and now she was giving him lip about being rude?! This kid was something else.
"Hello. My name is Nitori, and this is my friend Cain. What's your name? And Cain, close your mouth, that's rude too." Nitori said, introducing herself and Cain to the woman before scolding the man again. Cain just burst out laughing, unable to control himself and finding Nitori's attitude overwhelmingly cute and hilarious. "Hey! Don't laugh at me, that's mean too!" The little girl pouted and folded her arms at him as he continued to giggle at her actions. However, both of them suddenly fell silent as the sound of scuffling came from outside the hospital. Cain suddenly stood up, pulling Nitori off of his lap and to her feet as well, and faced in the direction the noise was coming from. He slowly crept forward until he could see out the doors.
Outside there were three figures standing nearby and a fourth running away in the opposite direction. Before Cain could do anything, Nitori ran past him excitedly, slipping right between his fingers as he tried to reach out and stop her. "Wilhelm! Loretta!" Nitori yelled, running as fast as she could straight for the two people that she recognized. She didn't know who the new person was that was with them but she didn't care. If Wilhelm and Loretta trusted her then she would be her friend too. As soon as the little girl reached them she jumped up and tackle hugged Wilhelm's leg, wrapping her little legs and arms around the limb and holding on tight. She stayed hanging on to him like that for a few seconds before hopping off and running over to Loretta to do the same. Nitori didn't say anything as she hugged them, too happy to speak as a few tears welled up in her eyes. After watching this, Cain realized what was going on. These were the people that the child had been looking for. It was good to see them reunited and he couldn't help but smile. Slowly, he walked over to the other group of people, getting just close enough that they could see him well but not too close. He didn't want to intrude on their heartwarming moment together, so he just stood and watched until Nitori was ready to introduce him, as she no doubt would.
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 12:30 pm
Wilhelm Steinherz
"Verrücktes Wunderkind" ☢Just Another Day Here:☢ The Hospital
☠Other Survivors I’m With:☠ Loretta, Freyja, Nitori, and two other survivors.
☠And I'm:☠ Meeting new people and reuniting with Nitori.
☠What’s On My Mind:☠ Just like old times...
☠OOC:☠ ((...))Wilhelm knew he had recognized that person from somewhere. There was no way he could push aside the thought. He hadn't been able to ask because of the scuffle they had and the fact that the person ran off as soon as he could. He couldn't be too sure of the survivor's identity, but now he was glad that he reacted the way he did. If he hadn't drawn his sidearm and posed a threat, they would have all been dead. That man... I thought he may have been Alphonse. Such a stupid thought, why did I think that? It could have just as easily been that monster... he thought, mentally chastising himself as he walked forward, I must have caught him by surprise, otherwise he would have killed all of us in an instant. There was no way that was Al. He would have said something. If it was that monster, then why did he throw me my gun? Does he really want the thrill of the chase? Or was he doing that to pity me? Wilhelm's brows knitted together in confusion and anger, not enjoying the idea of being toyed with by a psychopathic killer. That confirmed his suspicions though- the survivor in the Ghillie suit was a dangerous killer who hunted humans and zombies for fun. He remembered how he saw a man in a Ghillie suit following survivors from a distance and calling hordes to them. He would continue to stalk them in a sense until they were going to be killed by zombies or when he grew bored. Then he would shoot them with his rifle, sending them to oblivion without remorse. That man was one of the most sickening types of people left in this hellish world. He felt nauseated remembering everything and then clutched his stomach again from the physical pain.
Mein Gott... I shouldn't have strained myself so much. I have to hide this quick. he thought, straightening his postured and pretending like nothing had happened. That's when he noticed the three survivors in the entrance to the Hospital. A man, and woman, and a girl. His eyes lingered on the girl, completely shocked. It couldn't be... He was snapped out of his thoughts as Freyja caught his attention with a morbid threat. He turned around to glare at her and hissed out a venomous response. "What makes you think I would draw on a child?" His eyes were filled with an icy detestability until they dropped to the side apologetically as he realized why she would have said that. Neither she nor Loretta knew about the danger of the Ghillie survivor. He decided not to rationalize his response and softly returned an apology. "Sorry Freyja, I guess I'm a bit sleep deprived today. I promise you I will not draw my weapon." In all honesty, he was more surprised that Freyja hadn't drawn her weapon in the first place. She seemed so hostile about everyone. Then his head whipped towards a familiar voice calling out to Loretta and him.
It was her. Wilhelm was so shocked and happy that he couldn't from the words to respond as she wrapped her little arms and hands around his leg. He moved a bit with the girl as he was thrown a bit off-balance but then quickly regained his footing. He saw the tears in her eyes and smiled, still searching for the English words to say. He turned to watch her run over and extend the same greeting to Loretta, watching the two while a grin crept across his face. He walked over and knelt down beside her, ruffling her hair a bit. "I'm so happy to see you, mein Lieblingskind." He spoke softly and dotingly like a father, feeling so elated to know that they were both alive and well. He couldn't express the joy of being reunited with the first two people he had met in the apocalypse. They were his closest friends. He didn't have any tears, but he continued to smile and pat the child's head lovingly. This is the best day of my life...
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 2:48 pm
Alexander Ashewell When the male of the group responded that they were in fact real, he felt a bit relieved. Not crazy, and not the only person in this city. As the male then asked about him being the one shooting earlier, he winced a bit, not o fond of his sloppy work. He responded, trying a bit to lower his voice, despite his loss of hearing. He was used to constantly being listened for by the infected. "Yeah, that was me. Ran into a few sticky situations. I'm Mr.... I mean, Alexander. I used to be a teacher a few towns over. Nice to see some non-dead folk for a change." Holding up the key ring from his belt, he jingled the keys a bit. "If you two need a place to take shelter, it would seem that I own the Library..... And the school, come to think of it, seeing as the previous owners lost their keys, and humanity."(( Ironic, the man of learning has the keys to both places of learning. Blessed are those who educate, for they shall inherit the keys to enlightenment. ))
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 3:09 pm
Dylan Reynolds
☢I'm Not Hiding, I'm Living:☢ In the School.
☠Group:☠ Ema and Alex
☠Get Pumped:☠ Searching for supplies.
☠I Hate Thinking:☠ Oh crap...
☠OOC:☠ ((xD You're awesome man, I love the observation and quote. I suppose Alex is going to have to deal with a rebellious high school student athlete now.))Dylan was a bit suspicious about how quickly the man offered them a place to take refuge in and the fact that he had asked if they were real, but at the same time he felt a bit of trust for someone willing to lend a helping hand. Besides, he said he was a teacher before everything went to hell. He scratched his head and thought about it for a moment, eventually deciding to trust his gut feeling about the guy being a good person. "Alright Teacher, I'd like to take you up on that offer. It would beat the heck outta having to sleep in the rafters of this school with zombies milling around everywhere. I'd have to move some of my stuff there though..." He trailed off as he went to thinking about it. He had used the old moving cart in the gymnasium to wheel in a bunch of food and water once before. He snapped his finger and his eyes lit up with an idea. "I got it!" he exclaimed, turning back to face Alexander. "I can use the cart in the gym. I used it before and I don't have much to cart out, but we can use the rest of the space for stuff we can scavenge for here. The cart's pretty damn big, after all."
He was excited by the prospect of having someplace decent to hole up in as well as the food. Then he stopped looking around and added, "By the way, my name's Dylan. Nice to meet ya." He gave Alex a confident grin and stuck out his hand for a handshake. He was starting to form a group, just like he wanted to. Now all he needed was more people and firepower. He wondered if there were any more people in the school's area now that he had found two. As he extended his hand he heard a sudden movement followed by rapid footsteps fading in sound. Surprised, he turned his head away from Alex to see Ema bolt out around the corner and out the door. He let out an exasperated sigh and slapped his forehead, pulling his non-extended hand down his face in a gesture of frustration. "Well," he muttered between gritted teeth, "Guess I should have seen that coming..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 8:35 pm
Location: City Streets
Survivors Affected: N/A
Name: Unknown
Encounter Type: N/A
Danger Level: N/A
NPC EVENT The survivor’s eyes flicked open quickly as he woke from his unsatisfyingly short nap. He wasn’t worried about sleeping in the open; his Ghillie suit diverted the infected from paying any attention to him. As long as he wasn’t moving, that is. Whenever he moved, he mimicked a zombie’s movements unless he needed to run. Most of the time zombies left him alone, but since he looked neither human nor zombie and moved, he tended to get a lot of attention from Brawlers. He didn’t mind that so much because they were fairly easy to kill. The only ones he was truly worried about were the Shriekers, Horders, and Gnashers. He always had industrial-grade earplugs ready in case he came across any Shriekers. The last thing he needed was to go deaf in an apocalyptic situation. It would be a pain to try and live and not get snuck up on by infected, but what was worse would be the fact that he would probably never know when a Gnasher was around. He shuddered at the thought: the only way anyone knew that one was coming was by the irritating sound of hundreds of knives grating together as it gnashed its teeth. He remembered the last encounter he had with one and clenched his jaw tight. He had gotten lucky that time. It had been searching for him, following the sound of his footsteps as he trekked towards the Movie Theater. He had heard the awful sound nearby and turned around to see the grotesque being twitching its head at every little sound it heard. Having no idea what it was, he loaded a round and shot at its face. To his horror, the bullet deflected off its teeth (which practically comprised the entirety of its face) and only left a small dent. At that moment it rushed at him in silence, leaving its maw gaping open as if it was going to simply shred him to pieces. He side-stepped it quickly, realizing it was blind when it charged past him. Then he pulled back the bolt as quietly as he could, but a sound he couldn’t hear- one of his covered hands scraping softly against the metal of his rifle- brought the creature around to bear. It charged him again and narrowly avoided biting through his shoulder. Instead the creature got a mouthful of the machete he had just picked up from the Mall. Instead of it doing any damage to the zombie, he found that the zombie had bitten off most of his weapon… straight through metal. He swore and backed up, watching as the quick mutant rallied again. Then he got real lucky. He slipped and fell as it lunged, sending it flying over him. He rolled over and ejected his magazine, loading in one with high caliber rounds and did not hesitate to pull the trigger. It turned around in time to face the bullet as it wrenched through its insanely hard teeth and exited its much softer skull, sending a plume of shrapnel and decayed matter in a cloud behind it as it fell. He stared at its mutilated face for a moment, completely dumbfounded by the fact that while its skull was torn apart from the bullet, its teeth and jaws remained intact with only the hole in its teeth that looked as if someone had shot through the metal plating of a tank. After that incident, he always used high caliber rounds on the mutated infected… just in case.
He shook his head clear of the memory and rolled off the uncomfortable bed. He sighed and moved onward, climbing up a stairwell to the roof of the building. Once on top, he looked around and discerned a path that would take him along the easiest and safest route towards the Mall. That was his next objective. He had to scavenge there before his distraction ended and the zombies flooded back out into the city streets. Without any more deliberation or delay, he hopped over to the next roof and began to travel that way for a bit to avoid running into any more survivors. As he got towards the City Complex he paused to walk and eat a few granola bars. They would help to tide him over for the time being and would give him carbohydrates and protein to keep him productive. He thought about how he should approach the situation with the Mall and decided to do it in the most covert way he could think of. He traveled through the alleyways and eventually the sewers to try and make his way down towards the Mall. There were no zombies to speak of, and he prided himself on that. He constantly surveyed the sewer system and closed the manholes behind him to make sure that they were no infected that could get in and destroy or endanger a great escape route. As he wandered through the sewage tunnels for the better part of an hour he began to think back to the man who had snuck up on him back near the Hospital. Why is that man so familiar? I could have sworn I recognized him… His thoughts were interrupted by the now overwhelmingly loud ruckus coming from the Movie Theater above him. He stopped to listen for a moment, noting that the video he had up would still have several hours left unless it was sabotaged. He walked a bit further until he reached a small crate that had been set there by some other unfortunate scavenger pervious to his arrival in the city. He looked down impassively at the corpse that seemed to be permanently frozen in horror and pain. He recognized the killing style too; it was definitely the work of Zombie Cannibals. In fact, he had to spend two whole weeks killing their colony in the sewers upon his arrival. There had been a lot of close calls and run-ins with dying survivors still trying to hide out in the sewers. He had no sympathy for them. After Alphonse died, he trusted no one and helped no one but himself. That was a lie he fabricated to harden himself in reality. He still reached out to anonymously help children. He couldn’t stand to see them in danger or dying. After all, what would Alphonse have thought if he didn’t help them? He rested on the crate for a moment, relishing the relative silence and solitude as he leaned back against the wall. He reached into his pocket underneath the Ghillie suit and prodded around for a bit until he found what he was looking for. He removed the energy bar and slowly unwrapped its packaging still deep in thought. As he began to eat the bar his mind drifted off into another memory, taking him to a time near the beginning of this hellish nightmare.
A teen with brilliant blue eyes and dark hair stood by the door to the lavatory as he waited for his partner to finish up. They had been scrounging for food for a while now, and he was glad to have her help and company. He held his sub-machine gun tightly in his grip as his eyes scanned the area around him, occasionally darting from shadow to shadow at each small movement. Nothing had jumped out at him so far but that wasn’t going to make him let down his guard. He momentarily checked the gun for any damage and shifted his weight uneasily. He wouldn’t let her down. She had acted like a mother to him, helping him when no one else would. He was only seventeen years of age when this all started, but he had joined the military to try and serve his country. In the end, all that he found was that people hated the military for not protecting them from the disease, the riots, and then the nuclear crisis that followed. Anyone in the military that was separated from the main faction was hunted by the other survivors. It was a cruel existence, but it made him learn to be self-sufficient and hide well. One day he had been trapped by a horde of zombies and had to reload, but found himself in a corner. He tried not to panic and focus on reloading the gun, but he was soon smacked to the ground with a vicious blow to the head. Dazed and nauseous, he could only look up to groggily face his last moments.
Nothing happened. It was confusing, but he definitely heard gunshots and zombies growling and falling. He tried to stand and reload his gun and succeeded. The zombies were now focused on their new noisier target. He took the opportunity to shoot a few of them down and then immediately tried to run when he realized there was a human standing there. He turned and started to run only to collapse from the head injury he had suffered. He groaned and tried to get up, hoping to at least be able to see whoever was going kill him. To his surprise, the woman had shouted ”Wait! You’re hurt!” She ran over and helped him up, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. ”Don’t worry, I don’t care what you’ve done or where you’re from. I’m just another human trying to survive and help whoever I can.” She helped him over to a nearby shelter that she had been squatting, closing and locking the deadbolt on the door. ”My name’s Lindsey. No need to speak, you need your rest. You don’t need to tell me anything or feel like you need to stay. I’ll understand if you want to run off as soon as you regain your strength.” she said with a smile. Her eyes belied her expression, however: there was a hint of sadness and loneliness in them. She carefully laid him out on the only cot and began to tend to his wounds without saying anything else.
As the days went on he found that she would tend to his wound with a smile in silence, never pressing him for any information. After a few days the teen had regained a good amount of his strength and spoke up. ”My name is Varyn. Thanks for saving my life and helping me out. You could have just let me die like everyone else wants. You still can, I’m in the military.” He turned his head away from her to the side and waited for some kind of angry response. The older woman sighed and shook her head. ”You aren’t part of that anymore, it doesn’t exist. You’re part of the human race. We have to look out for each other. Hon, I’d rather you didn’t speak like that of yourself. You must only be the age of a high school student by your looks. I’ve been around more than twice your lifetime. I’ve had kids of my own…” Her voice choked up a bit at the last part and tears began to well up in her eyes. Varyn felt some guilt pool into his stomach and slowly turned back around to see her trying to furiously swipe the tears off her face and calm herself. He didn’t know what to say, but she spoke again instead. ”I’m sorry Hon, I just lost them a while back. I can’t help… I can’t help feeling like I could have done something better. I could have protected them better, or raised them better.” She held back her tears with some success and fell silent, looking away from Varyn. ”Sorry.” was all that he could manage, looking down at the ground. He didn’t feel so great about living knowing that there were so many children lost. He couldn’t image the pain she must have gone through… and the strength it took to move on from everything. ”You’re very strong to be able to move on like that… I’m just sorry that it happened.”
The woman smiled and laughed a bit, surprising the teen. ”Thanks Hon, but they were lost in the nuclear attacks. It makes it easier knowing that they died painlessly rather than at the hands of these unfeeling unthinking living corpses.” She paused for a moment and then asked him a question. ”Feel free not to answer, but do you have any folks to speak of Hon?” Varyn looked up at her almost confused. He hadn’t even thought about his family. His mother had left for a rich suitor when his sister was practically not even one year old and his father became and abusive alcoholic. He had to be the one to stand up and protect his little sister from his father once he was a teen. After a few years of hell he was finally able to get the attention of authorities and get his sister and himself moved into a shelter. They were soon adopted, but their nightmare didn’t stop there. His sister had been nearly strangled by his adopted mother and he didn’t know if he could do anything to stop it. She had started to strangle him too to kill him first because he was the oldest and understood what was happening, but he had his Swiss-army knife in his pocket and was able to stab her to make her let go. Then he grabbed his sister and ran for what seemed like an eternity only stopping at shelter, drifting in and out of orphanages and different public school systems until the age of seventeen when he decided to join the military. It was at this point that he promised to find his sister and take care of her once he got out of boot camp. Unfortunately, the apocalypse came and he hadn’t seen her since. He looked up at Lindsey with a dark expression and replied, ”Not anymore, no.” They sat in silence for a bit as they mourned the lost. Then the woman stood up and reached down a hand to him. ”C’mon Varyn, let’s go.” she said with a smile, pulling him to his feet and handing him his gun. ”I promise I’ll protect you. If you don’t mind me being like a mother to you, that is.” He returned the smile and said, ”I think it would be nice to have a mother for a change. If only my little sis could be here to have the experience.” He took her hand and got up, starting them on a lengthy journey of survival and hardships. That was several months ago.
The door opened, putting an abrupt stop to his mental past-dwelling. ”Alright Varyn, let’s go.” As they left the building, they saw a woman screaming and running down the street in their direction, drawing all the zombies their way. ”Oh, hell…” he whispered, watching every exit fill up with zombies. They weren’t just any zombies though- these were Zombie Cannibals. The woman tripped, falling to the ground in the midst of the majority of the mob. There was a terrible chorus of crunching and screaming as the Zannibals dug into her flesh, ripping chunks of her away between their teeth and ingesting them in a horrific display of savagery. It wasn’t very long before the screaming stopped, and there was no time to react or help. They both began to run for it, shooting a path through the Zannibals. At this new sound, the rest of them- their numbers in the hundreds- turned and ran after them. The small group that had been feasting on the poor woman they had killed not even ten seconds earlier dropped her mangled barren body and ran after the new food. They were beginning to get cut off at each turn as new infected rushed toward the rising din of footsteps and growls of hungry undead. It was getting harder and harder to find a new place to run, and then they found themselves surrounded in the courtyard of the City Complex. They tried to run and enter one of the buildings, but it was no use. The doors were locked and boarded tight. ”What do we do, mum?” he asked, feeling as helpless as he did when he was a child. She looked at him and said ”Run as fast as you can and don’t look back!” He stood there dumbfounded until she screamed at him. ”Go! Run!” Jolted by fear, he sprinted towards a small gap and managed to slip through without being grabbed or bitten. Some zombies peeled off to chase after him, and he looked back in time to see them… and the absence of Lindsey. He stopped and turned around in horror, recognizing her body. She was fighting them off but was losing. One reached out and grabbed onto her arm, gnawing into it and ripping off the flesh with ravenous speed. She bit her lip to stop from screaming until one bit into her chest, ripping a slab of meat from her. She let out a wail that kept Varyn frozen in his tracks. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what he could do. He couldn’t even move. One of the Zannibals leaned in and bit open her stomach, sending the others into a feeding frenzy. Two more joined in the fray, tearing out her intestines and kidneys like wild dogs on a carcass. He was so mortified that he couldn’t even vomit at the grotesque sight. They devoured each and every piece of her except her bones. By then, the zombies that had chased him had caught up. One opened its decrepit mouth and lunged in…
A loud gunshot ripped through the air and left Varyn’s face painted with decayed matter. The zombies kept coming forward, but a series of gunshots and explosions reported through the mob that was finished devouring his ‘mother’ and the group that had been approaching him. This left the zombies in some confusion as to what made the sounds and where anything was in the clouds of shrapnel. ”Start moving or die kid, your choice.” The voice struck some sense into him as he was yanked by the collar of his shirt by some unknown man. His legs began to pump faster from the adrenaline and fear, sending him into a state of autopilot. Varyn ran as fast as he could through the streets, trying to avoid the enraged horde that was probably close on his heels. He was so terrified and he had just seen the only person who had bothered not trying to shoot him get eaten before his very eyes. He couldn’t help the emotions that were welling up and partially blinding him. The woman was like a mother to him. ”Snap out of it kid!” the gruff voice barked at him, reminding him of his training in boot camp, ”Cut the s**t and run, or I WILL leave your sorry a** behind!” Varyn turned off the waterworks and ran, obeying the orders like he was taught to. He had no idea who this man was, but it was his only ticket to survival. He took it without a second thought.
Once they had made it out of the streets, he fell on his rear and vomited, starting to cry again. The man walked over and reached down, wiping the gore and the vomit from his face. ”Damn it, you’re just a kid…” the survivor said to no one in particular, feeling sympathy for him. ”You know from your attire and demeanor I thought you were military trained. Now I’m not so sure.” He said it pointedly on purpose, trying to elicit a reaction. It worked. ”Yeah, I am a kid! So what? I’m seventeen and I went through boot camp for the Army! They never trained me for that s**t! They ate her! They ate the only person who ever treated me like a son! The only one who didn’t try to shoot me on the spot!” Varyn shouted back at the man, reaching out to grab his collar. The man picked up Varyn by his collar and grabbed the kid’s wrist in the other. ”Still got some spunk after all, huh? Good. I’m Alphonse. You can call me Sarge. You can call me Al. Hell you can call me Priscilla if you want, but that’ll get you a good beating. You’re stuck with me now kid. Deal with it. I’ll teach you how to live out here, how to survive alone and with others- Green Beret style. Why? Because I’ve got god-damned generosity, sunshine and lollipops flying out my a**!” He stopped and dropped the kid back down to the ground. ”Good, you’re all caught up then. So tell me your name, boot. Afterwards- lie down, shut up, and get some sleep. We have a lot of work to do tomorrow and it’s getting real late. A good rule to remember with these zombies floating around: never go out at night.” Then he walked over to a small pile of blankets and lay down on them, going to sleep shortly afterwards. The teen gave his name and then lay down and tried to sleep. He wasn’t sure how to react, but he suddenly felt very exhausted. Soon the darkness crept over his vision and he faded into a slumber.
Over the next two months, Varyn trained with Alphonse on all different sorts of fighting and survival techniques so that he could survive on his own if need be. It turned out that the opportunity for such a situation turned up not too shortly after they had finished the training. They had been gathering supplies at the Mall and he was teaching Varyn about the last type of mutated infected that he knew. ”Alright, the last one I have for you is the Zombie Horder. I call ‘em that ‘cuz they have the annoying habit of calling infected to wherever they are, creating hordes. They seem to be a bit more intelligent than the rest of the undead folk, so I’d be extra careful around them. Put ‘em to the ground before they can do any damage.” Varyn nodded and then picked a high-powered sniper rifle off one of the racks in the military surplus store they were in. ”This one should be good for varying ammunition and even better for covert attacks and hunting those mutated infected.” he said, getting a sling for it and putting it into the sling on his back. Before they left the store, Al stopped Varyn with a hand on his shoulder. ”Look kid, I’m proud of you. Here, take this.” He removed his Ghille suit and radioactive mask and handed them to Varyn, who took them with a bit of shock. ”Thank you Sir!” he sounded off with a salute that was quickly waved off. ”You deserve ‘em, don’t mention it.” Then he looked outside and his proud face turned to anger. ”Let’s move kid, we got company.” Outside the door and across the bridging structure from them was a Zombie Horder with its hands held high up in the air. They bother bolted from the store, taking aim and putting the creature down. Unfortunately, the deed was done. Zombies began to flood in from all directions.
”Get to the side strip! Go! Go! Go!” he ordered, charging after the crappy smaller side structure of the Mall. Varyn sprinted after him, taking some shots at zombies that came too close with his sub-machine gun. When they got into the small building on the other side of the Mall, Varyn pushed some shelves in front of the door and let out a small whoop at their achievement. There was no similar response from Al, and Varyn understood very soon as to why. He turned around and saw another Zombie Horder drop down in front of them. The most horrifying part was that it actually spoke. I make death… Its raspy voice crept forward to their ears and then Al planted his foot into its abdomen before it could say any more. ”Kid, no time for goodbyes. You have to run. Get out of here and survive. I’ll kill as many as I can with me.” Varyn turned to give Al a bewildered look. ”What the hell are you talking about? We’re going to get out of here, we’ll use the sewers t-“ He lost is voice as Al lifted up his shirt to reveal a gash that was oozing blood and looked partially infected. ”I ain’t gonna make it, kid.” he said and then saluted him. ”Don’t put all that s**t we did to waste now, kid. Don’t bother telling me to come with you, either. I’m dead either way, and I’d rather end up killing as many as I can and being mangled to the point where I can’t become one of them rather than dying slowly without killing any of them and turning into one of the bastards. Don’t deny a soldier his way to die.” Varyn held back the emotions that returned to his face and gave him a salute and a handshake before bringing it into a hug. Before Varyn turned to leave, Alphonse added in one more thing. ”Here’s a picture of a war buddy of mine. His name’s Wilhelm and he’ll definitely look after you if you find him. He’s German, but he’s one hell of a hardcore soldier. Best sniper in the biz, way better than me. If you ever find him, give him this note too and tell him what happened. He might confuse you for me with that suit on, though. He knows I love the hell outta those Ghillies.” He chuckled and handed over the picture and letter. ”I’m countin’ on you, kid.” he said with a chuckle. ”I won’t let you down, sir! Give ‘em hell!” With that, he ran into the sewer systems and never saw Alphonse again.
What a weird daydream… The survivor thought to himself, shaking his head to clear it. He didn’t particularly enjoy it when his imagination ran wild like that, but he would ignore it for now. It was time to continue moving on so that he could scavenge and continue the hunt. He stood up and discarded the empty wrapper on the floor. He looked at it for a moment, contemplating the ethics of littering before grinning and chuckling a bit. How absurd… there’s no law against littering anymore, and it’s not like this place is going to grow back to life. he thought as he brushed some crumbs off his Ghille suit. He placed his radioactivity mask back over his face and walked through a small doorway the led to another corridor into the main Mall sewage passageways. He decided to unsling his sub-machine gun just in case there were any zombies left trapped underground up ahead. He never trusted any area that was in the territory of the Mall.
[[OOC: Hey Xelyn, I was wondering if Nitori could be Varyn’s little sister. ^^ I didn’t want to jump to conclusions on story points and do anything rash without planning it out, but man oh man do I have one heck of a plan. Stuff is going to get reaaal crazy if I can pull this off. Anyhow guys I wanted to apologize for how late this post was getting out, it was pretty fleshy and all. Probably should apologize for the length too, but I’m pretty damn impressed with it. Motivation can be kick-a**. Also, even though this post doesn’t directly affect anyone’s characters at the moment, I figured I would just quote everyone anyway.]]
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 5:29 pm
Loretta Degas & Xenia Manchezler Loretta chuckled at Wilhelm's suggestion that she find a book for translating German at the Mall. She would definitely make a good effort to find one. Her curiosity of what he was saying in the language was growing stronger with each sentence and word he spoke. She smiled at him and then shook her head when he asked if she would like to hand over the pack of food to him. She did not want to seem like she wasn't able to take a part in this battle to survive, even if it was something as simple as holding a pack. She would do everything she could with or without injuries. She could rest when she was done for the day. She was far from being done for the day so she would not relax until then. She smiled again to reassure him that she was fine and then returned to the situation at hand. There was another scream, Wilhelm seemed a little stressed by the situation, and then there was the figure dressed in a mysterious mossy looking material. This day had a lot of surprises in hold, didn't it? By the time the sun would go down she was guaranteed total and complete exhaustion. She focused on the figure, which Wilhelm said was a person in something called a Ghillie suit. It was the closest problem so she would focus on it first. She watched as he crept forward towards the figure and then suddenly had his gun kicked out of his hand as the person quickly turned around to send a well placed kick towards his hand. She felt a need to help but it all went down pretty fast when they both fell towards the ground and started tackling each other like two brothers that were extremely angry with each other... Or maybe more like two people fighting over one gun that they want to use to kill the other.
But soon the fight ended when the mysterious figure pulled out a pistol and pointed right at Wilhelm. Loretta's eyes narrowed and she slowly started stepping forward to get closer in case she had to intervene. Though she knew that taking part in their fight may hurt their pride she didn't want for Wilhelm to be hurt or killed. She heard him say something and her eyes flickered over to him for a moment before focusing back on mystery survivor again. American soldier? You could really tell something like that from such a short scuffle? But if he was a soldier then he was not to be taken lightly. Then the figure suddenly jumped off of Wilhelm, threw the abandoned gun lost in the fight back at him, and disappeared. She watched the figure go before turning to Wilhelm. She noticed at how he clutched his chest and abdomen and instantly became concern for any injuries he may have gotten. He could care for himself, she knew that, but it would be nice to know if he had injuries just in case something were to happen that would require taking injuries into consideration. She would ask later when they were safe in the Hospital. If the Hospital was safe, that is.
Loretta glanced at Freyja, as if to make sure she was there, and noticed the confused expression that must have come for the short fight. She shrugged in response. The figure was in a full body suit so he must have something to hide. Could just be appearance or it could be something else. Wilhelm had felt he was dangerous and there was the fact that maybe the man was a soldier )if his words were anything to go by). If tackling that survivor was what he felt had to be done to keep everyone safe then it was alright. As long as no one was seriously hurt or dead. Definitely not dead. She then turned to follow him the rest of the way to the Hospital. The screaming and crashing have stopped, leaving the air with an eerie silence. Kinda creepy. Upon arriving at the entrance she immediately took notice of one very familiar woman, a child, and a male that seemed to be squished under a rather large and wounded zombie. It was practically a few cuts away from being cubed zombie that could be served at a zombie banquet as an appetizer. Her attention was drawn away from the people when Freyja suddenly spoke up. Though it was more threat then anything important. She swallowed down the desire to glare at the woman. What kind of people did she think they were to injure a child? They weren't monsters. Loretta was quite fond of children and if it wasn't for the apocalypse she probably would have had one already. But it quickly came to focus that Freyja thought they would hurt a child due to the sudden fight that Wilhelm had started earlier.
Loretta sighed but then turned around as she heard a voice that she must be imagining because it did not seem quite real to her. Yet it was. The child she thought must be a normal child was the one she had been worrying about for so long now. It couldn't be a figment of her imagination because Wilhelm had heard her voice too and was currently having his leg tackled. It didn't seem like her luck to find the two people she had been looking for in one day but she was happy all the same. As Nitori tackled her leg as well she smiled so joyfully that she might as well be a child on Christmas day. She got down on one knee and picked the girl up to sit her down on her leg and hug her as if she would never let go again. She noticed that Wilhelm was also kneeling on the floor and stroking his fingers through the girl's hair. She sighed, feeling a great weight lift off her chest, and smiled at him before pulling away slightly to look at Nitori's face. She felt almost like a worried mother should after loosing their child in a crowed place. Though she was probably much worse then that. She subtly searched the girl for any wounds and, when satisfied that there wasn't any she could see, ran her fingers gently down the girl's cheek as a subconscious decision to make sure that she was actually there and not a hallucination or dream. Certainly felt real. "Nitori... I am so sorry I did not keep you closer when the zombie horde came. But I am so glad that you are okay."
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Xenia sighed softly as she looked down at the obviously frightened girl. She really was horrible at comforting. She found it difficult to offer words to help in calming her down. She awkwardly shifted her weight and followed the girl's gaze to the now dead zombie. Before she could say or do anything the boy that was previously being turned into jelly had popped into the equation and gave the girl a hug, offering soft words of comfort. She pulled away and stood back up, feeling like she didn't belong and should probably back off to give them personal space. She always left the scene when someone arrived to calm down the frightened person that had almost murdered or, in most cases, got lost in a place that scared them. She looked away, unsure of what to do with herself, as the boy hugged the little girl. She saw her gun lying under some rubble from when the desk was knocked over and went to retrieve it before returning a few moments later. By then the boy noticed her and looked up to ask a rather curt question. She stared down at him, not even offering an answer as the girl suddenly spoke up to reprimand him on his rude question. She couldn't help but smile slightly at her sudden change in attitude.
Xenia nodded as the girl introduced herself as Nitori and the boy as Cain. Just when she decided to give her name to the girl he just started laughing. Nitori's childish reaction to it also had her giving a rare smile of amusement. As his fits of laughter died to giggles she introduced herself to them by just her first name. Then all fell silent at the sound of someone approaching. She turned towards the door, gun held at ready, as it steadily got closer. Cain had gotten up and was moving towards the doors but Nitori beat him to it, bolting towards the people that arrived in the entrance. She obviously recognized them. She recognized one of them as well but did not recognize the male or other woman with the bow. She showed no outward signs of recognizing Loretta, just acting indifferent about the whole thing. The only movement she made was to lower her gun. She watched as the girl attempted to tackle two of the survivors. As that went one Xenia glanced at Cain, who was doing nothing but standing there, and then moved forward slightly. The movement captured Loretta's attention and she glanced up for a moment from her reunion with Nitori. For a moment they stared at each other and then Xenia nodded. "Loretta."
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Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2013 2:17 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.”
Not surprised at all by Wilhelm’s reaction to her comment Freyja did not so much as waver at his sharp, cold response. His tone of voice was obviously angry and irritated at the warning. Behind her she could feel that anger radiating off of Loretta; at this she thought, 'good, if they are sincerely that offended, then the child should at least be safe from them.' To answer the man’s question she simply said, “for someone trying to gather a group of survivors, you sure are quick to fight.” Her answer was short and to the point but it seemed to do the trick, when he spoke again his voice was soft and apologetic. She had seen the anger dissolve to understanding in those few seconds they’d spoken, it told her that he was reasonable, which was a good thing in her mind. To his apology she simply gave a quick nod, before they were both distracted by a child like voice. She watched as the little one ran over yelling for Loretta and Wilhelm, crashing into their legs and smothering them with her affection. She could see that the three were familiar with each other, and the reunion was quite a sight to behold. Almost as if she was reunited with her parents after a long separation from them. Loretta and Wilhelm themselves were doting over the child, hugging her, and stoking her cheek, talking of how much they missed her or worried about her.
Freya tried not to flinch as she watched the woman’s fingers gently caress the girl’s face but she couldn’t hold it back, giving her head a shake she turned to face the hospital. As nice as this little reunion was to witness, there were still strangers about. She didn’t exactly know what the situation was, or how these people were related, but Freyja was not about to let anyone that wasn’t trusted to close to the child. However, she wasn’t stupid, obviously these people were somewhat familiar with the kid, they weren’t keeping her against her will otherwise she never would have been able to run to them as she had. In addition, neither Wilhelm nor Loretta seemed too concerned by their presence, meaning they were either too preoccupied, or they knew the people. Also, it didn’t appear as though either of them were aiming weapons at them. Despite this Freyja refused to take a chance, stepping between the three enjoying their reunion, and the two unknowns. Freyja drew her bow, knocked an arrow and pulled it back. She didn’t aim directly at the strangers, instead it was lowered and turned on its side like a crossbow, she having her back turned she didn’t see the looks of recognition between Loretta and the other woman in the hospital. Were she to let the arrow fly it would hit the ground just a few feet in front of them, but at least she was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. None the less, she had the weapon ready and was not afraid to shoot if need be. Freyja again didn’t say anything, she wasn’t one for words; she supposed living by herself in the woods for 17 years had done that to her.
Mood: Open
Location: Hospital
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