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Neil frowned when she walked so stiffly and hunched her shoulders. After a moment thinking that was only broken by his stomach he followed her into the dinning room where the smell of food was coming from. Nodding to her warming that it was hot, he still took a seat and a bowl of soup. Breathing in the smell he smiled broadly and took a sip from it. Burning his tongue slightly his smile grow after the brief tense at the heat. "Yeah, its hot. But its delicious." He said speaking up to anyone that cared to listen to what he said. Maybe it was the lack of food, then again it could be that it really tasted that good. Either way, he would've swore that it was probably the best he'd ever had.

"its just canned soup," she commented but smiled at the compliment, it had been a while since she had been around people, so far they were not that bad.

Ya guy was nice enough, the girl had an attitude but who wouldn't after everything that had happened, she herself wasn't a ray of sunshine and she knew it.

She studied the girl for a moment, "the zombies can tell who you are regardless of what you are wearing. I am pretty sure its by smell, we smell alive to them. So no point in not having clean clothes every once in a while. The offer stands whenever you want. Its your choice in the end."

Addison finished her bowl of soup and downed the last of her water.

"There is a creek nearby, we can get water from to boil and to wash with. Tomorrow I think we should start on the fence first, there is plenty of bottled water for now. Sound like a plan?"

Eve finished eating. "Why do you think I smell like death warmed over," she mumbled as she stood. "Food was good. Best you can come by these days less you live in one of those fenced in towns. Those places make you soft. I'm no use with...manual labor or won't be for a bit." With that she returned to the couch.

Neil moved slowly and past her into the room. Turning he moved and collected his bag and said slowly, "Well, I'm gonna go set up in a room." He moved towards the stairs. Not wanting to get in the way, and he also wanted to get to work on some new device. At the very least he wanted to start taking apart the computer tower and getting the good parts out of it. After a while he found a few uses for the various parts he could pull from them. So he liked to take one apart whenever he got the chance.

Name: Sebastian 'Bass'

Sex: Male

Age: 27

Appearance:


Personality: Wise

Weapons: Carbine and Knife

Skills: Stealth and Guns

Backstory: Sebastian or 'Bass' found himself alone after the new confrontation and pandemic in New York. After being stationed at a quarantine facility and learning about the new rampant crazed men, he was scared. He’d never heard of anything like this in his military career but he would soon have to learn how to kill them, destroy their brain, that is what he was told. Soon the facility he was deployed at was overran, him and his men were pushed back into the city. Attempting to make radio contact he held the small gizmo to the air as if he would get more signal, nothing popped up on the small screen. They were alone. Back to back down the narrow city streets, the walkers were no match for them and it made it better that some were slow. Roaming the city for any sign of human life, the men found a short term sanctuary and a military truck which they could make supply runs on. On a supply run they ran into some survivors cooped up in a three story Manhattan building, a risky attempt to save them was successful however the scheduled truck was running late. Now the walkers were swarming Bass, his men and the rescued citizens. Enclosed in a tight space many of the remnants fell victim to them, just Bass and his men were left and had to get out fast. They couldn't so the squad pushed back to a coffee shop. Walkers teemed over the broken glass of the shop and dropped just as fast, being scarce on bullets Bass appointed himself to look for an escape route. He found one and it was at the back of the coffee shop, he ran back to his men however they had been overrun. Limb and flesh, he could do nothing for them now. Seeing what happened to people after they turn he exited the coffee shop with one last glance back, the door closed. Not knowing of the disappearance of the truck, he made his way back to the sanctuary. The truck was sitting on the side of the curb with men hanging out of the back which were bitten, they soon to would turn. He felt sympathy for his men but didn't imagine this would happen on such a grand scale. Humanity soon got desperate, that is what he assumed when he came upon soldiers hung above lamp posts, inside the city was too risky now. It was time to leave, he had family in the west and hopefully he could find them. He was a lone wolf.

Sebastian was now well aware of how the walkers acted, “It has been a year.” He wrote in his journal. “Not much has changed, the lifeless entities come in swarms and degrade our humanity each day...nothing will ever change.” Bass hit himself in the head for making the mistake of leaving his men, maybe a simple amputation would have fixed things. “Why didn't I go back?” he slowly whispered to himself while trumping off, his carbine hitting his back lightly. Rounding a corner he saw a row of houses many of them were belted with fences and walkers.

Eve just curled up on the couch and slept. Her sleep was restless however and she woke often, muffling screams from her nightmares. She knew everyone had them but she couldn't seem to deal with what she'd been through. She'd been such a shy, gentle, and kind girl before all this started. She'd remained so until Dante's death then her child's. Each event had taken the real fight from her, turned her cold and Eve knew it. Every day was a day she just considered throwing herself to the monsters and letting them eat her. If they ate enough she wouldn't rise, she'd get to be with the ones she loved. Yet the very thought of doing so terrified her enough that she never did it. So that night she only tossed and turned as her personal demons tried to devour her whole.