TIME JUMP AFTER PROLOGUE
The small group hunkered down inside the door, thankful that the power still worked. Radio reports were heard over the emergency channel of power going dark in some of the big cities, and Sasha left the safety of the room once in order to search other dorm rooms she knew was empty for batteries in case they needed them for their lights. For days, they took turns watching out of the window, each of their fears growing greater as the soldiers had come and gone through the campus grounds. Their food held out, as they had all gone back down that first night and taken more, hiding it and putting more up with them, following Sasha's advice on it after she seen the scouts. And they still had running water, for now at least. All normal broadcasting had been taken off the air, during day two of them hiding out. Grace kept it turned off after that, not wanting to draw attention to them with the loud monotone beeping.
On day three however, is when things began to change beyond simply riding things out. Less and less people were seen, and more gunfire could be heard coming from the town. The woods echoed of the screams as some people tried to make a run for it.. and met a worse fate than had they stayed put. Running from the military and ended up dying in the trees. Over night of day three, explosions could be heard from the town and the group could see the fires spring up from it from their window. Each reacted in their own way, but as the murky dawn of day four slowly showed the turmoil that had been hidden from them.
Smoking bodies slowly made their way rambling towards the noise of cascading building stones and screams of men. The stumble and shamble of the bodies caused the group to pause in object terror.. they knew now that what they had seen on the news was fact, or at least some of it anyway. Zombies.. the walking dead roamed as the military had left the town minutes after the explosion. For once, Sasha was at a loss as to what to do. The group shook it's collective head, refusing to see what they could clearly see with their eyes.
SCENE POST
The smoke of the explosion still filled the air that morning. It clouded the vision of many like the fear and the dread in their hearts clouded their very existence.
The screams had ended at 4 in the morning, after that no sound had filled the air but the soft crackling of fire here and there and the songs of birds in the trees.
Troupes of soldiers had left as soon as the screams ended, abandoning the sites of explosions and moving on. They had walked down the road and followed it out of the town.
For a moment, the hope of morning and a new day had been victorious as it seemed that the departure of the soldiers marked a beginning of peace. The people of Clarey had won, at least those that had survived.
Little did they know that the soldiers hadn't left with the intend to bring back peace. Little did they know that the soldiers had in fact, given up on saving the town they so loved entirely.
One would think that was bad enough but no, the soldiers were replaced by something else. Something far more vicious. Bullets and gunfire, even explosions were nothing compared to the spreading virus and the sight that filled the gaze once the sun rised was a sight that had many wishing they'd been shot.
A single one made it's way through first, stumbling out of the smoke on the street like a phoenix rising from it's ashes.
It was nothing majestic, no... Instead it was terrifying and sickening, it's skin hanging over it's bones and it making an awful, bone cutting sound.
Producing something between a growl and a snarl, the humanoid figure stumbled on. Soon, the smoke began to clear and more of them were seen, flocking together with the first as if led by it. They all stumbled just as much as the first had, some appearing female while others male.
Although their movement was slow and manufactured as if someone controlled the strings of these puppets, the sight of them alone was enough to send shivers and chills down someone's spine.
As they made their way over the road, the horde, consisting of about twelve of these creatures, found itself near the campus of Clarey college without a human in sight.
James Turner
James, calm and collected, after hearing each explosion off in the distance like Thor himself was sending thunder through the area. He takes note of what he has left in his possession. He has very little water left, though a decent amount of Soylent. After being locked in his room for the past couple days, he knew whatever was happening, it wasn’t just going to blow over. There is something much worse happening than what he can imagine. After the explosions started happening and his roommate, Jack, never came back he can only assume the worst has happened to him.
James goes over towards the window and opens up the blinds and he is revealed to a burning orange haze. He knew that this is really bad, that whoever nearby would need his help. With water dwindling down to its last drops, James grabs his bat, packs his bag for the journey ahead.
He heads towards the door and looks back at his belongings. From photos from friends he has made over the past few years, to the trophies he has gotten. Then down at the bat in his hands.
T.V .chirps
”Please people, do not panic. Stay inside as much as possible and ca-”
As soon as he heard the T.V tell him to stay inside, he winded up with his bat and swung like he was going over the fence.
“Pfft. Yea right.”
James opens the door to the hall, with one final breath in his room. He slams the door behind him and continues off to go find others and to find supplies.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha stood at the window, the curtains pulled back now as she watchs the smoke curl upwards towards the sky, the dawn doing nothing more than highlighting the horrors of what she can now see. At this point, she has two weapons on her now, the smaller pistol holstered in her boot and one of the others she brought up on her hip. Her body was incredibly tense, the muscles in her shoulders like rocks as she couldn't stop watching what was unfolding before her eyes. Turning towards the others, she makes a quick choice. "I'm going out there .. I have to see if any others survived, if so, maybe I can get them back here. The dorms have their own power, so maybe it will hold out a while. I really don't know yet." She moved over to the couch and sat down heavy as she leaned down and pulled her old combat boots on. At least, if I gotta run, I'll be able to do so she though to herself. Standing back up, she took and yanked her hair up, piling it up her head in a tight practiced bun to keep it out of her way. Even like that, curls still sprang free framing her face, but that did nothing to soften the look on her face. "You guys don't have to go. You can stay on campus, search through the other buildings, people who lived, more supplies.. now that the gun toting assholes are gone, we can spread out some. Use other dorm rooms, maybe." She stepped back to the window and froze as she seen the shambling creatures cross the lawn of the campus. "Oh.. my.. god.." she said, softly "are they.. are they still alive??" Her voice took in a new tone, tight and strained. Shaking her head, she noted they moved slowly, so wouldn't be hard to go around the group out there.
Turning from the window, she quickly grabbed an empty bag and slung it over her shoulder. And slipped the gun from the holster on her hip to double check the clip and added an extra one in her back pocket. "Grace, I mean it. Don't go to town..I have to people might need help. I'm going to hit up the other building, snag some medical shit to take with me. I've seen war, you haven't. Don't follow unless your ready to have your entire mentality changed and scenes in your mind that you can't get rid of.. that goes for all y'all." This said, she steps out into the hall, going slowly and keeping her pistol pulled out, not taking any damn chances as she headed to the stairs at the end of their hallway.
Grace Gibson
Grace had just gotten out of the bathroom and was wearing simple, comfortable clothes. A white tank top and some black leggings and socks covered her, her ginger wet hair being wrapped in a teal towel.
She widened her eyes lightly at the sound of Sasha's voice and made her way over to the window, trying to see what Sasha was looking at.
"They're really gone? They've left? I can barely believe it..." She muttered, her gaze turning to her friend. It was hard to believe that after a few days of drama, they had just packed their stuff and left.
She had expected worse and that feeling hadn't changed as she had attempted to call Jack, her brother and the most important person in her life. Numerous times she had called but he had never responded and his voicemail no longer accepted any new messages. It had been the same that morning when she had tried again to no avail.
As Sasha prepared to head outside and find survivers, she nodded even if she did seem lost in thought. Okay, this wasn't too bad right? Sasha would know how to handle herself and Grace needed to trust her.
Maybe she could even head to the library or at the very least, the entertainment area downstairs to get a movie. With everything calming down Grace found herself feeling hopeful. Maybe, just maybe things would all be normal soon.
Giving Sasha a brief hug, she nodded again as her friend told her to stay on campus. The campus was big, big enough to get all the resources they could possibly need and now that the soldiers were gone, so was the threat... at least she thought it was.
"I promise. I'll stay on campus and only get what's needed. Please be careful out there and come back to me." She said, her voice laced with worry as she watched Sasha head out of the appartment and into the hallway.
Grace herself walked back to the window, looking out of it and planning to watch Sasha walk as far as she possibly could. Her gaze meanwhile lingered on the slow moving group of creatures she saw near the street, who at first seemed to be nothing more than ordinary survivors.
As she was watching the group, a red toyota pulled up on the parking lot at the very front of the campus and a big smile appeared on her face. Oh, if anything could show her that things would get better, it was the very sight of that car!
"Oh Jake! It's Jake!" She cried out in happiness, continuing to watch as her blonde haired educator got out of his vehicle so he could walk to the dorms from there.
The man was one of her closest friends and in her years of studying there, she'd become quite fond of him. He was easy to talk to and rely on and after the days that had passed, she nearly bounced at the thought of being able to tell him everything!
Her excitement vanished quickly as she saw James turning around to face the group and talk to one of them. She figured that if he'd talk to them, it'd be a while before he reached the building. With a vague hint of disappointment on her face, she slumped and rested her elbows on the table.
Then it happened, within seconds the scene changed from something that had made her happy into the stuff of nightmares. The woman in front of the group reached out and dragged Jake down onto the floor, throwing herself on top of him and nearly tearing his arm off of his body as she bit him. The others of the group followed quickly, surrounding Jake and the woman until she couldn't even see him anymore.
A piercing was heard from their appartment and Grace fell on her knees, turning into a crying and shaking mess that was absolutely terrified.
"He.... he...." she panicked, unable to bring out any more words as she stared at the floor in wide-eyed shock
Brian Sweetwater
Brian had grabbed some clothes from his dorm, and now wore a red and black plaid long sleeve shirt, with jeans and hiking boots, and the same leather coat. He was caught by surprise when Sasha said the soldiers were leaving. He couldn't imagine that they would leave, just like that. Maybe things would start going back to normal, or at least settle down. Maybe he could contact his family later, maybe things would be okay. He felt the gun at his waist, courtesy of Sasha, and felt uneasy. He couldn't help but feel like things weren't going to go back to normal. Nobody in his family returned his calls, He wondered how many people had been hurt by the soldiers, He didn't like that Sasha was leaving, but if there were survivors, now would be the time to find them, and regroup. Plus, she was the toughest one there. He smiled at Sasha, although it was a little sad, and promised to look for other survivors on the campus. "Be careful out there..." was all Brian could think to say. He watched her leave and a tear slid down his cheek. He was thinking about how they could safely contact survivors when Grace said something about Jake. He walked next to her and looked out the window. He saw a slow moving horde of what appeared to be scruffy survivors, and he saw a man standing outside of the car. He turned to talk to the survivors, and he noticed Grace slump a little. He watched the woman at the front reach out to Jake, as he talked to them, but she pushed him down to the floor. She bit a chunk out of the man's arm, and the others followed suit. Brian couldn't think, he couldn't breathe, this was all wrong. He heard the man scream, and it hit him that this was real, that he was watching a man being eaten in front of him. He saw Grace fall down beside him, and start crying. He turned to comfort her, or at least try, when he realized that Sasha was going to be walking into the middle of that...horde. He rushed out the door, cocking the gun as he went.
Levin Indrel
Day 4..
Or was it day 444? Time seemed to have stopped mattering to Levin, especially since he had been focusing on gathering and storing supplies with Sasha, Grace and Brian. It had been odd, having to share the same living quarters with three other people. But he found himself being thankful that he wasn't alone, and that helped him stay somewhat sane during this whole conundrum.
At this time, he was sitting at the table, quietly sharpening knives. Explosions were happening outside, and at this point after the 5th or 6th one he began to get more and more worried. The air was thick with the tenseness among the four
"I'm going out there" he heard Sasha say, and immediately his head snapped upward, "You're kidding me, right?" he asked, watching her get ready and noting her words. She had become a well entrusted leader, but damn was she a risk to herself. He hopped off of his chair and slid his larger, combat knife into a holster on his hip. He watched as Sasha went to the window, then followed behind. He really couldn't see what was going on, but the look on Sasha's face said otherwise. She was going out, and there was nothing he could do about it. "Don't get killed..." he murmured.
She and Grace exchanged hugs, and she was off. Levin pursed in his lips, examining the faces of the remaining two of his group. Grace looked disturbed by something, just as Sasha was. He rubbed his face in a frustrated manner, then moved back to the table to continue what he was doing. Grace said something about a Jake? His brunette brow lifted a bit, but he didn't question her. He turned back but then heard someone scream. He jumped, and saw Grace on the floor crying and shaking. "Grace?" he asked, moving over to her.
Brian got to her first, and comforted her the best he could but then rushed out the door which... frustrated Levin more. What was happening?! He grabbed a chair, and drug it toward the window and shoved it hard against it. He climbed up, and to his horror he witnessed a group of... people tearing a screaming man apart. He stepped back, falling right off of the chair and landing into a heap on the floor. "Fuck!!" his heart raced, mind and body numb with terror. "Fuck.." he breathed, then looked over to Grace. "Grace.."
Without hesitation, he crawled over to Grace and pulled her into a tight hug, "Sssh.. Grace, shhh.. I'm here, I'm here.." he did his best to comfort her, seeing her so distraught was unnerving.
"Grace.." he grabbed her cheeks and guided her to look at him, "Please you need to calm down, okay? Look at me.. we will be okay, we just need to keep it together. Remember what Sasha asked us to do.." he gently beckoned, keeping his eyes n her's the whole time.
Sadessa Dawn
"Okay let's start this again. Dorm one, dorm two take a charelston chew." a female voice counted as she walked down a very, eerie looking hall. She had been scavenging for supplies, going from building to building, keeping out of the eye of the militia, petting dogs on the way. She expected her trip from Reevis Arizona to this town to be a relaxing get away. "But nnooooo, the world just had to go to shit in a hand basket." she then grinned, "About damn time!"
She tapped the walls with the barrel of her gun, mostly to keep echoes going so she could decipher where she was going. Being almost legally blind, being in dark areas was dangerous for her. But having been trained in the Reevis mountain school of self reliance, she was trained to learn how to rely on her other senses to get along.
She paused, hearing some noises in the distance. She looked down the hall, seeing the bright blur of windows in the very end. A man wielding a bat had exited, and she slunked against the wall to semi hide. He went the other way, which relieved her some. "Judging from his silhouette I bet he was foin.." she muttered to herself. She shifted her eyes, then sleeked her way down the hall to follow. Times were getting vicious, and she felt compelled to rob whoever that was once he found a nice stash. Wasn't the first, nor the last person she killed just to get by. Traversing this new town, without a damn bit of knowledge of it's layout and buildings, made gathering her own supplied difficult. She needed enough to pack and sneak out of this hell hole... and she was willing to do it all.
"But not before having me some fun.." she smirked, scratching her chin with her bandaged up nub where her hand used to be. She continued on, keeping enough distance so her target wouldn't suspect a thing.
Ragna Thorson
“Always be prepared on the defensive, Ragna” His mother had said to him as a child, always making sure the young boy had been ready to defend himself at any given moment, and for his mother’s constant paranoia and hyper personality disorder….he was glad. The constant nagging to learn how to at least properly throw a hit, had made a difference, good and semi-agile in a fight, for a man his size, that is. It was his knife skill though, mastered in the arts of melee with a sharp object of any kind as long as the handle could fit in his hand and had a balanced weight; The Norwegian opted to make his own weapons to avoid such complications, also welcoming a more intimate relationship with the weapon, knowing it inside and out. What it’s made of, its strength, what exactly it can do. Ragna couldn’t help but shiver in delight as he’d lift his self-forged Tonto blade to his gaze. The male had made this in his friend’s forge before this pandemic had wiped out the town in the course of four days. Tonto blades are originally a Japanese blade, basically a short sword made for piercing armor and other hard materials; great for driving through the temple of a zombie if need be, immediately puncturing through one temple and out the other...not to say he had a drive to kill, he simply enjoyed using a blade to its full potential.
Ragna had been within his own dorm when this had all gone down, having hunctured down there the first two days with the food that had been in his mini fridge, but he quickly felt the urge to go to higher ground, somewhere not so in reach like the second floor. The male lifted a black hemp bookbag up off the floor, throwing it over his shoulder and peeking out his dorm room door with his Tonto blade strapped to his belt and hidden under his hoodie; best to keep such thing hidden. Ragna chose this particular bag because it was made of strong hemp and had paracord shoulder straps strong enough to carry 220 pounds of weight, whilst also having paracord buckles around the back reinforcing large and side pockets, keeping them durable and allowing for a hefty packing, whilst also taking some effort to cut through. A true survival bag he has had since he was boy, having taken it from his father. Closing the door behind himself, he was sure to be quiet, not wanting to alert any who may have been near by, before he’d lean down and take his thick suede boots off. Clunky boots were a no-go when trying to be quiet, he was big so he needed to be as quiet as he could be in this case, and it would prove helpful to hold his boots, as he would silently pad along the hallway floor with just his black socks on, the long ankle cotton hidden under grey cargo jeans that was littered in pockets, which were probably full of mini metal lugnuts and bolts.
Aka things he could make a blade out of. However, sadly to him, only two pockets had metal nuts and bolts in them, the others had his phone, car keys, torch lighter, and one had a granola bar and pack of gum stuffed inside. Would it be sad to say these were just normal things he’d carry around during any particular day? Ragna did his best to open the metal door of the emergency staircase, slowly closing it behind himself and pulling his long braid over his shoulder to avoid getting it caught in the door, and doing so quickly, he didn’t want to stick around anywhere too long. The male turned on his heels and began making his way up the flights of steps; up one, up the second, then up the third. He’d puff his cheeks and quietly chuckled to himself, having made himself dizzy with practically bounding around each corner until he got to the third floor. This would do for now. It was only a floor above his own, but a floor counts for something, and he wouldn’t complain, as he pushed through the door quietly once more and made his way down the hallways. He only found it eerie, that he couldn’t find anyone else as of right now, keeping his bright forest green eyes peeled in an attempt to do so.
James Turner
When the door slamming shut behind James, he heard an echo down the hall. He figured that that way was already being looted. He put the bat on his shoulder and began to truck towards the elevator. Another explosion echos through the walls and the lights flicker. As James reaches for the button he notices his hands shaking.
James thinks to himself
“The school is on its own power so the lights should be alright for a little while. I really hope we aren’t going to war, I know I wouldn’t be drafted, it's just the thought that we are being bombed.”
Calms his nerves and pushes the button
He knew that survivors would be coming in from the city to here to seek shelter if they are being bombed. So he had to avoid the front gate at all costs so he doesn’t get swarmed by them. James pulls out his phone and notices that there isn't any service, nothing new, even being on the third floor having no service seemed laughable. With a soft chuckle, and the ding of the elevator reaching the top. He heard another echo of something tapping on the walls getting closer to him. “Hey! It’s JT. I’ll hold the elevator for ya!” James exclaimed, thinking the more the merrier as he had no idea what was going on out there and more hands to gather supplies.
As James entered the elevator and held the open door button. He wondered who was up here, he never really spoke to anyone except for the team and his roommate Jack. “What a day to start being a social butterfly.” he thought to himself. Jack placed his bat down by the panel in the corner, pulled out his phone one last time to see if he had service and had nothing. He remained looking down at the phone to avoid any eye contact with whomever was coming towards him.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha had left the dorm room behind her as she slipped the pistol free from it's holster. She clicked the safety off and held it lightly in her hand as she started to slowly make her way down the hall. The stairs were set up next to the elevator and she intended to take those down instead, but she froze when she heard the tap tap echo coming from behind her somewhere, and the voice from in front of her. The doors weren't in view yet, but she could clearly hear the male speaking out.. "Son of a bitch," she said softly, as she turned her back to the wall and quickly made her towards the lights still on in the hall, highlighting the bright red hair as she came into view. "Man, shut the hell up!" She said, as she stepped closer towards him, sliding the pistol back into the holster.
She said, as she stepped closer towards him, sliding the pistol back into the holster. "There is all kinds of weird shit going on," she looked behind her, because she knew she heard something when she see Brian running up to her. "Dude, what the hell?" She said, "where's Grace? What's going on?" She said, as she pulled him closer towards her and the open elevator doors. Hell, since they are already here, might as well use them, she thought. "Why didn't you stay with Grace?" She asked as she heard the tapping again, and narrowed her eyes out into the hall, where the lights tended to still flicker some from the explosions. "Hey, whoever ya are, come on out so we can see ya. I don't like being stalked!" She said forcefully, instinct having her move to one side while making sure the others were in the way.
The small group hunkered down inside the door, thankful that the power still worked. Radio reports were heard over the emergency channel of power going dark in some of the big cities, and Sasha left the safety of the room once in order to search other dorm rooms she knew was empty for batteries in case they needed them for their lights. For days, they took turns watching out of the window, each of their fears growing greater as the soldiers had come and gone through the campus grounds. Their food held out, as they had all gone back down that first night and taken more, hiding it and putting more up with them, following Sasha's advice on it after she seen the scouts. And they still had running water, for now at least. All normal broadcasting had been taken off the air, during day two of them hiding out. Grace kept it turned off after that, not wanting to draw attention to them with the loud monotone beeping.
On day three however, is when things began to change beyond simply riding things out. Less and less people were seen, and more gunfire could be heard coming from the town. The woods echoed of the screams as some people tried to make a run for it.. and met a worse fate than had they stayed put. Running from the military and ended up dying in the trees. Over night of day three, explosions could be heard from the town and the group could see the fires spring up from it from their window. Each reacted in their own way, but as the murky dawn of day four slowly showed the turmoil that had been hidden from them.
Smoking bodies slowly made their way rambling towards the noise of cascading building stones and screams of men. The stumble and shamble of the bodies caused the group to pause in object terror.. they knew now that what they had seen on the news was fact, or at least some of it anyway. Zombies.. the walking dead roamed as the military had left the town minutes after the explosion. For once, Sasha was at a loss as to what to do. The group shook it's collective head, refusing to see what they could clearly see with their eyes.
SCENE POST
The smoke of the explosion still filled the air that morning. It clouded the vision of many like the fear and the dread in their hearts clouded their very existence.
The screams had ended at 4 in the morning, after that no sound had filled the air but the soft crackling of fire here and there and the songs of birds in the trees.
Troupes of soldiers had left as soon as the screams ended, abandoning the sites of explosions and moving on. They had walked down the road and followed it out of the town.
For a moment, the hope of morning and a new day had been victorious as it seemed that the departure of the soldiers marked a beginning of peace. The people of Clarey had won, at least those that had survived.
Little did they know that the soldiers hadn't left with the intend to bring back peace. Little did they know that the soldiers had in fact, given up on saving the town they so loved entirely.
One would think that was bad enough but no, the soldiers were replaced by something else. Something far more vicious. Bullets and gunfire, even explosions were nothing compared to the spreading virus and the sight that filled the gaze once the sun rised was a sight that had many wishing they'd been shot.
A single one made it's way through first, stumbling out of the smoke on the street like a phoenix rising from it's ashes.
It was nothing majestic, no... Instead it was terrifying and sickening, it's skin hanging over it's bones and it making an awful, bone cutting sound.
Producing something between a growl and a snarl, the humanoid figure stumbled on. Soon, the smoke began to clear and more of them were seen, flocking together with the first as if led by it. They all stumbled just as much as the first had, some appearing female while others male.
Although their movement was slow and manufactured as if someone controlled the strings of these puppets, the sight of them alone was enough to send shivers and chills down someone's spine.
As they made their way over the road, the horde, consisting of about twelve of these creatures, found itself near the campus of Clarey college without a human in sight.
James Turner
James, calm and collected, after hearing each explosion off in the distance like Thor himself was sending thunder through the area. He takes note of what he has left in his possession. He has very little water left, though a decent amount of Soylent. After being locked in his room for the past couple days, he knew whatever was happening, it wasn’t just going to blow over. There is something much worse happening than what he can imagine. After the explosions started happening and his roommate, Jack, never came back he can only assume the worst has happened to him.
James goes over towards the window and opens up the blinds and he is revealed to a burning orange haze. He knew that this is really bad, that whoever nearby would need his help. With water dwindling down to its last drops, James grabs his bat, packs his bag for the journey ahead.
He heads towards the door and looks back at his belongings. From photos from friends he has made over the past few years, to the trophies he has gotten. Then down at the bat in his hands.
T.V .chirps
”Please people, do not panic. Stay inside as much as possible and ca-”
As soon as he heard the T.V tell him to stay inside, he winded up with his bat and swung like he was going over the fence.
“Pfft. Yea right.”
James opens the door to the hall, with one final breath in his room. He slams the door behind him and continues off to go find others and to find supplies.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha stood at the window, the curtains pulled back now as she watchs the smoke curl upwards towards the sky, the dawn doing nothing more than highlighting the horrors of what she can now see. At this point, she has two weapons on her now, the smaller pistol holstered in her boot and one of the others she brought up on her hip. Her body was incredibly tense, the muscles in her shoulders like rocks as she couldn't stop watching what was unfolding before her eyes. Turning towards the others, she makes a quick choice. "I'm going out there .. I have to see if any others survived, if so, maybe I can get them back here. The dorms have their own power, so maybe it will hold out a while. I really don't know yet." She moved over to the couch and sat down heavy as she leaned down and pulled her old combat boots on. At least, if I gotta run, I'll be able to do so she though to herself. Standing back up, she took and yanked her hair up, piling it up her head in a tight practiced bun to keep it out of her way. Even like that, curls still sprang free framing her face, but that did nothing to soften the look on her face. "You guys don't have to go. You can stay on campus, search through the other buildings, people who lived, more supplies.. now that the gun toting assholes are gone, we can spread out some. Use other dorm rooms, maybe." She stepped back to the window and froze as she seen the shambling creatures cross the lawn of the campus. "Oh.. my.. god.." she said, softly "are they.. are they still alive??" Her voice took in a new tone, tight and strained. Shaking her head, she noted they moved slowly, so wouldn't be hard to go around the group out there.
Turning from the window, she quickly grabbed an empty bag and slung it over her shoulder. And slipped the gun from the holster on her hip to double check the clip and added an extra one in her back pocket. "Grace, I mean it. Don't go to town..I have to people might need help. I'm going to hit up the other building, snag some medical shit to take with me. I've seen war, you haven't. Don't follow unless your ready to have your entire mentality changed and scenes in your mind that you can't get rid of.. that goes for all y'all." This said, she steps out into the hall, going slowly and keeping her pistol pulled out, not taking any damn chances as she headed to the stairs at the end of their hallway.
Grace Gibson
Grace had just gotten out of the bathroom and was wearing simple, comfortable clothes. A white tank top and some black leggings and socks covered her, her ginger wet hair being wrapped in a teal towel.
She widened her eyes lightly at the sound of Sasha's voice and made her way over to the window, trying to see what Sasha was looking at.
"They're really gone? They've left? I can barely believe it..." She muttered, her gaze turning to her friend. It was hard to believe that after a few days of drama, they had just packed their stuff and left.
She had expected worse and that feeling hadn't changed as she had attempted to call Jack, her brother and the most important person in her life. Numerous times she had called but he had never responded and his voicemail no longer accepted any new messages. It had been the same that morning when she had tried again to no avail.
As Sasha prepared to head outside and find survivers, she nodded even if she did seem lost in thought. Okay, this wasn't too bad right? Sasha would know how to handle herself and Grace needed to trust her.
Maybe she could even head to the library or at the very least, the entertainment area downstairs to get a movie. With everything calming down Grace found herself feeling hopeful. Maybe, just maybe things would all be normal soon.
Giving Sasha a brief hug, she nodded again as her friend told her to stay on campus. The campus was big, big enough to get all the resources they could possibly need and now that the soldiers were gone, so was the threat... at least she thought it was.
"I promise. I'll stay on campus and only get what's needed. Please be careful out there and come back to me." She said, her voice laced with worry as she watched Sasha head out of the appartment and into the hallway.
Grace herself walked back to the window, looking out of it and planning to watch Sasha walk as far as she possibly could. Her gaze meanwhile lingered on the slow moving group of creatures she saw near the street, who at first seemed to be nothing more than ordinary survivors.
As she was watching the group, a red toyota pulled up on the parking lot at the very front of the campus and a big smile appeared on her face. Oh, if anything could show her that things would get better, it was the very sight of that car!
"Oh Jake! It's Jake!" She cried out in happiness, continuing to watch as her blonde haired educator got out of his vehicle so he could walk to the dorms from there.
The man was one of her closest friends and in her years of studying there, she'd become quite fond of him. He was easy to talk to and rely on and after the days that had passed, she nearly bounced at the thought of being able to tell him everything!
Her excitement vanished quickly as she saw James turning around to face the group and talk to one of them. She figured that if he'd talk to them, it'd be a while before he reached the building. With a vague hint of disappointment on her face, she slumped and rested her elbows on the table.
Then it happened, within seconds the scene changed from something that had made her happy into the stuff of nightmares. The woman in front of the group reached out and dragged Jake down onto the floor, throwing herself on top of him and nearly tearing his arm off of his body as she bit him. The others of the group followed quickly, surrounding Jake and the woman until she couldn't even see him anymore.
A piercing was heard from their appartment and Grace fell on her knees, turning into a crying and shaking mess that was absolutely terrified.
"He.... he...." she panicked, unable to bring out any more words as she stared at the floor in wide-eyed shock
Brian Sweetwater
Brian had grabbed some clothes from his dorm, and now wore a red and black plaid long sleeve shirt, with jeans and hiking boots, and the same leather coat. He was caught by surprise when Sasha said the soldiers were leaving. He couldn't imagine that they would leave, just like that. Maybe things would start going back to normal, or at least settle down. Maybe he could contact his family later, maybe things would be okay. He felt the gun at his waist, courtesy of Sasha, and felt uneasy. He couldn't help but feel like things weren't going to go back to normal. Nobody in his family returned his calls, He wondered how many people had been hurt by the soldiers, He didn't like that Sasha was leaving, but if there were survivors, now would be the time to find them, and regroup. Plus, she was the toughest one there. He smiled at Sasha, although it was a little sad, and promised to look for other survivors on the campus. "Be careful out there..." was all Brian could think to say. He watched her leave and a tear slid down his cheek. He was thinking about how they could safely contact survivors when Grace said something about Jake. He walked next to her and looked out the window. He saw a slow moving horde of what appeared to be scruffy survivors, and he saw a man standing outside of the car. He turned to talk to the survivors, and he noticed Grace slump a little. He watched the woman at the front reach out to Jake, as he talked to them, but she pushed him down to the floor. She bit a chunk out of the man's arm, and the others followed suit. Brian couldn't think, he couldn't breathe, this was all wrong. He heard the man scream, and it hit him that this was real, that he was watching a man being eaten in front of him. He saw Grace fall down beside him, and start crying. He turned to comfort her, or at least try, when he realized that Sasha was going to be walking into the middle of that...horde. He rushed out the door, cocking the gun as he went.
Levin Indrel
Day 4..
Or was it day 444? Time seemed to have stopped mattering to Levin, especially since he had been focusing on gathering and storing supplies with Sasha, Grace and Brian. It had been odd, having to share the same living quarters with three other people. But he found himself being thankful that he wasn't alone, and that helped him stay somewhat sane during this whole conundrum.
At this time, he was sitting at the table, quietly sharpening knives. Explosions were happening outside, and at this point after the 5th or 6th one he began to get more and more worried. The air was thick with the tenseness among the four
"I'm going out there" he heard Sasha say, and immediately his head snapped upward, "You're kidding me, right?" he asked, watching her get ready and noting her words. She had become a well entrusted leader, but damn was she a risk to herself. He hopped off of his chair and slid his larger, combat knife into a holster on his hip. He watched as Sasha went to the window, then followed behind. He really couldn't see what was going on, but the look on Sasha's face said otherwise. She was going out, and there was nothing he could do about it. "Don't get killed..." he murmured.
She and Grace exchanged hugs, and she was off. Levin pursed in his lips, examining the faces of the remaining two of his group. Grace looked disturbed by something, just as Sasha was. He rubbed his face in a frustrated manner, then moved back to the table to continue what he was doing. Grace said something about a Jake? His brunette brow lifted a bit, but he didn't question her. He turned back but then heard someone scream. He jumped, and saw Grace on the floor crying and shaking. "Grace?" he asked, moving over to her.
Brian got to her first, and comforted her the best he could but then rushed out the door which... frustrated Levin more. What was happening?! He grabbed a chair, and drug it toward the window and shoved it hard against it. He climbed up, and to his horror he witnessed a group of... people tearing a screaming man apart. He stepped back, falling right off of the chair and landing into a heap on the floor. "Fuck!!" his heart raced, mind and body numb with terror. "Fuck.." he breathed, then looked over to Grace. "Grace.."
Without hesitation, he crawled over to Grace and pulled her into a tight hug, "Sssh.. Grace, shhh.. I'm here, I'm here.." he did his best to comfort her, seeing her so distraught was unnerving.
"Grace.." he grabbed her cheeks and guided her to look at him, "Please you need to calm down, okay? Look at me.. we will be okay, we just need to keep it together. Remember what Sasha asked us to do.." he gently beckoned, keeping his eyes n her's the whole time.
Sadessa Dawn
"Okay let's start this again. Dorm one, dorm two take a charelston chew." a female voice counted as she walked down a very, eerie looking hall. She had been scavenging for supplies, going from building to building, keeping out of the eye of the militia, petting dogs on the way. She expected her trip from Reevis Arizona to this town to be a relaxing get away. "But nnooooo, the world just had to go to shit in a hand basket." she then grinned, "About damn time!"
She tapped the walls with the barrel of her gun, mostly to keep echoes going so she could decipher where she was going. Being almost legally blind, being in dark areas was dangerous for her. But having been trained in the Reevis mountain school of self reliance, she was trained to learn how to rely on her other senses to get along.
She paused, hearing some noises in the distance. She looked down the hall, seeing the bright blur of windows in the very end. A man wielding a bat had exited, and she slunked against the wall to semi hide. He went the other way, which relieved her some. "Judging from his silhouette I bet he was foin.." she muttered to herself. She shifted her eyes, then sleeked her way down the hall to follow. Times were getting vicious, and she felt compelled to rob whoever that was once he found a nice stash. Wasn't the first, nor the last person she killed just to get by. Traversing this new town, without a damn bit of knowledge of it's layout and buildings, made gathering her own supplied difficult. She needed enough to pack and sneak out of this hell hole... and she was willing to do it all.
"But not before having me some fun.." she smirked, scratching her chin with her bandaged up nub where her hand used to be. She continued on, keeping enough distance so her target wouldn't suspect a thing.
Ragna Thorson
“Always be prepared on the defensive, Ragna” His mother had said to him as a child, always making sure the young boy had been ready to defend himself at any given moment, and for his mother’s constant paranoia and hyper personality disorder….he was glad. The constant nagging to learn how to at least properly throw a hit, had made a difference, good and semi-agile in a fight, for a man his size, that is. It was his knife skill though, mastered in the arts of melee with a sharp object of any kind as long as the handle could fit in his hand and had a balanced weight; The Norwegian opted to make his own weapons to avoid such complications, also welcoming a more intimate relationship with the weapon, knowing it inside and out. What it’s made of, its strength, what exactly it can do. Ragna couldn’t help but shiver in delight as he’d lift his self-forged Tonto blade to his gaze. The male had made this in his friend’s forge before this pandemic had wiped out the town in the course of four days. Tonto blades are originally a Japanese blade, basically a short sword made for piercing armor and other hard materials; great for driving through the temple of a zombie if need be, immediately puncturing through one temple and out the other...not to say he had a drive to kill, he simply enjoyed using a blade to its full potential.
Ragna had been within his own dorm when this had all gone down, having hunctured down there the first two days with the food that had been in his mini fridge, but he quickly felt the urge to go to higher ground, somewhere not so in reach like the second floor. The male lifted a black hemp bookbag up off the floor, throwing it over his shoulder and peeking out his dorm room door with his Tonto blade strapped to his belt and hidden under his hoodie; best to keep such thing hidden. Ragna chose this particular bag because it was made of strong hemp and had paracord shoulder straps strong enough to carry 220 pounds of weight, whilst also having paracord buckles around the back reinforcing large and side pockets, keeping them durable and allowing for a hefty packing, whilst also taking some effort to cut through. A true survival bag he has had since he was boy, having taken it from his father. Closing the door behind himself, he was sure to be quiet, not wanting to alert any who may have been near by, before he’d lean down and take his thick suede boots off. Clunky boots were a no-go when trying to be quiet, he was big so he needed to be as quiet as he could be in this case, and it would prove helpful to hold his boots, as he would silently pad along the hallway floor with just his black socks on, the long ankle cotton hidden under grey cargo jeans that was littered in pockets, which were probably full of mini metal lugnuts and bolts.
Aka things he could make a blade out of. However, sadly to him, only two pockets had metal nuts and bolts in them, the others had his phone, car keys, torch lighter, and one had a granola bar and pack of gum stuffed inside. Would it be sad to say these were just normal things he’d carry around during any particular day? Ragna did his best to open the metal door of the emergency staircase, slowly closing it behind himself and pulling his long braid over his shoulder to avoid getting it caught in the door, and doing so quickly, he didn’t want to stick around anywhere too long. The male turned on his heels and began making his way up the flights of steps; up one, up the second, then up the third. He’d puff his cheeks and quietly chuckled to himself, having made himself dizzy with practically bounding around each corner until he got to the third floor. This would do for now. It was only a floor above his own, but a floor counts for something, and he wouldn’t complain, as he pushed through the door quietly once more and made his way down the hallways. He only found it eerie, that he couldn’t find anyone else as of right now, keeping his bright forest green eyes peeled in an attempt to do so.
James Turner
When the door slamming shut behind James, he heard an echo down the hall. He figured that that way was already being looted. He put the bat on his shoulder and began to truck towards the elevator. Another explosion echos through the walls and the lights flicker. As James reaches for the button he notices his hands shaking.
James thinks to himself
“The school is on its own power so the lights should be alright for a little while. I really hope we aren’t going to war, I know I wouldn’t be drafted, it's just the thought that we are being bombed.”
Calms his nerves and pushes the button
He knew that survivors would be coming in from the city to here to seek shelter if they are being bombed. So he had to avoid the front gate at all costs so he doesn’t get swarmed by them. James pulls out his phone and notices that there isn't any service, nothing new, even being on the third floor having no service seemed laughable. With a soft chuckle, and the ding of the elevator reaching the top. He heard another echo of something tapping on the walls getting closer to him. “Hey! It’s JT. I’ll hold the elevator for ya!” James exclaimed, thinking the more the merrier as he had no idea what was going on out there and more hands to gather supplies.
As James entered the elevator and held the open door button. He wondered who was up here, he never really spoke to anyone except for the team and his roommate Jack. “What a day to start being a social butterfly.” he thought to himself. Jack placed his bat down by the panel in the corner, pulled out his phone one last time to see if he had service and had nothing. He remained looking down at the phone to avoid any eye contact with whomever was coming towards him.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha had left the dorm room behind her as she slipped the pistol free from it's holster. She clicked the safety off and held it lightly in her hand as she started to slowly make her way down the hall. The stairs were set up next to the elevator and she intended to take those down instead, but she froze when she heard the tap tap echo coming from behind her somewhere, and the voice from in front of her. The doors weren't in view yet, but she could clearly hear the male speaking out.. "Son of a bitch," she said softly, as she turned her back to the wall and quickly made her towards the lights still on in the hall, highlighting the bright red hair as she came into view. "Man, shut the hell up!" She said, as she stepped closer towards him, sliding the pistol back into the holster.
She said, as she stepped closer towards him, sliding the pistol back into the holster. "There is all kinds of weird shit going on," she looked behind her, because she knew she heard something when she see Brian running up to her. "Dude, what the hell?" She said, "where's Grace? What's going on?" She said, as she pulled him closer towards her and the open elevator doors. Hell, since they are already here, might as well use them, she thought. "Why didn't you stay with Grace?" She asked as she heard the tapping again, and narrowed her eyes out into the hall, where the lights tended to still flicker some from the explosions. "Hey, whoever ya are, come on out so we can see ya. I don't like being stalked!" She said forcefully, instinct having her move to one side while making sure the others were in the way.
SCENE POST
While the group on the third floor slowly came together, and the small group of people finished eating Jake, many things came to happen. Jake had his key card in his hand when the others attacked him and it now lay on the ground, about 100 meters from the front entrance of the dorm building. What was left of Jake's body remained there, although there wasn't much. Blood smeared and splattered the walk out front, leaving tell-tale evidence that something horrible had happened. The people that attacked Jake still wondered around, attracted to the whir of the power still here.
Most of the power in the town was out, thanks to the explosions and many buildings lay in ruin. Smoke hung heavy in the air, choking some and making it hard for many to see clearly. Some people had climbed out of broken buildings, running away, only to be met by growing hordes of mindless, stinking, stumbling humans that only growled and lunged at them. Many who fell would rise again, but the humans didn't know this yet.
Many car radios were still on, from where the military had forced people out of their vehicles and into random houses, to clear civilians from the streets. The static and sometimes blaring noise from some echoed in the empty smoggy streets.
Inside the dorm building anyone who could see out front would be able to see what was left of Jake, although it is difficult to say how many students are left in the rooms themselves. Many remained open, the doors left wide and easy to see in. Most had the curtains pulled over the windows, but not all did. On the first floor, there's been some damage, mainly pictures falling off the walls and glass being broken due to the concussion of what had happened before. It didn't look like there had been any looting here, and the doors and windows remained sealed for the time being.
Along the 3rd floor, some radios and TV's had been left on, doing the same thing the car radios were doing. Most places were just static, white noise to make something scary even more terrifying. Every few minutes, the voice of the Void, as he calls himself, and the static cuts out as the tuned out radios sync up to the final broadcast before everything went silent in this small town. "ZOMBIES, THEIR ZOMBIES AND I'M THE VOID. Don't go outside.." and it fades away, the warning a dire signal of what lay beyond the safety of the dorms. Anyone with a radio, such as police, anyone who was in the dorm would have all heard the warning. Should one be close to a car, or a working tv, then they would have heard the warning. The same faded out words, spreading awareness and truth as best as possible.
Grace Gibson
She barely noticed how Brian left the apartment shortly after She'd collapsed on the floor. Her arms, that had reached out to him when he'd attempted to comfort her had slumped down until her hands rested against the floor. Instead, her gaze was locked on a spot in the distance, her vision blurry through her tears. Her entire body shocked with each sob and her cheeks were soon red and wet from the cheeks, her eyes burning from the crying.
All she could hear for a moment was the cry of agony that Jake had let out, repeating itself over and over again in her head. Then, silence, which was soon replaced by Levin's voice as he too witnessed the scene that unfolded outside. She didn't have to look up to know he was going through the same thing. Disbelief and terror that faded to shock and ended in absolute fear. The only difference was that he didn't seem to experience the same devastation that she was dealing with and she couldn't blame him. Her heart was hurting, burning as if it was squeezed and she failed to catch her breath as all the air seemed to have been sucked out of the room.
It took her a moment to register that he had pulled her into a tight hug but eventually, she returned it and wrapped her arms around his waist, her face sinking into the pit between his shoulder and his neck. There, she continued to cry even though her tears slowed down and as he grabbed her cheeks and made her look at him, they slowly started to come to a halt. Nothing in her expression would make him think that she was no longer upset though, it just seemed like she'd ran out of tears to cry and maybe... just maybe that was true.
Night after night she'd been awake, almost until the morning came. She'd heard the explosions, the gunfire and the screams. She'd heard how no matter how many times she called, her brother failed to answer and by now she knew the exact words of his voicemail by heart. The only thing she could be grateful for was that they still had power. Otherwise she'd have to stop trying entirely. Losing Jake, one of the people she trusted most in life and always managed to rely on on top of that was a smack in the face and it showed. Somehow though, Levin seemed to know exactly what to say.
"Sasha..." She muttered as she looked back at him, finally managing to bring out sound beyond sobs again. Something inside her seemed to click, as if having a goal and something to do would make all the pain go away. Tentatively, she pushed herself up from the floor and walked towards the door to put her jacket on. She then grabbed her maze and her knife and put them in her pockets. Levin was right, Sasha had given them a task and the least they could do was complete it. She relied on them and even though Grace wished to avoid going outside, she knew where she could find certain stuff in their dorm building.
"Come on then." She said to him, even if her gaze showed that she was basically operating on automatic pilot. She turned and exited the apartment, turning left into the halway. If she had waited a few seconds longer before exiting the room, she surely would've heard the message that played on the radio inside the apartment across the hall. Instead, she'd passed by it and headed towards the stairs, planning to make her way to the first floor.
Brian Sweetwater
Brian found Sasha near the elevators along with some other guy, likely another student. Before he could so much as breathe, Sasha rapid fired questions at him before walking to the elevator. He didn't know which question to answer first, and just as he got ready to speak, Sasha turned towards a tapping sound and called out. Brian was distracted by this and looked into the semi-dark of the hallway. What if it was one of those things that had eaten that guy. He felt fear settle in his stomach, and he brought his gun around to face the hallway. "We-" Brian was interrupted by the sound of a radio. At the mention of the word Zombie, Brian realized that was exactly what those things outside must've been. "There's no time to explain, we have to get back to the dorm, Grace needs you!" Brian spoke with an intensity, a lot more intense than he had meant, but there wasn't time to reconsider. He motioned to the other guy to follow him. "You come too, it's bad, and now is the time to group up." He still pointed his gun at the hallway with the tapping noises. In his rush, he didn't realize the gun was still on safety.
Levin Indrel
His chest ached from how hard his heart was pounding; from what he had seen, and the desperation he felt in comforting his companion, he thought the adrenaline would kill him. He kept his hands gentle, yet firm on Grace's warm and reddened cheeks. Each breath his took shook, and trembled from all the emotions clashing within him.
Just when he thought he had to give her another hug, she began to pull herself together. His lips pressed into a stiff, thin line as he watched her stand up. Poor girl.. he thought, seeing as how there was a look in her eyes that made him realize she was struggling to even function. She didn't deserve to see that..
He stood up and grabbed a wrench as a blunt weapon before heading out behind Grace. He had briefly heard the message on the radio, but he was too eager to get the gang back together to even pay much attention. He followed her towards the stairs, As he was following her, he hears a tapping noise that for some reason, brought back an old familiar feeling. The tapping had a certain rhythm to it, almost like morse code. He squinted his eyes, passing Grace by to get ahead of her, following the tapping noise.
Sadessa Dawn
The young man was getting too far too fast for the nearly blinded bounty hunter, she could barely make out his blurry figure in the dimly lit hall. She tapped the wall, trying to clear up her vision with sound waves. Yes, she could see him.
With her keen ears, she picked up on the sound of people running towards her direction. She then heard the young man call out, offering to hold the door open. She snarled under her breath, ducking into a room and closing the door, listening to a woman shout and a man talk right after her when they passed by the room she ducked into. She slowly exited the room, tapping the side of the wall to create more sound waves to help clear her vision as she walked. The tapping was heard for sure, and when the woman demanded she come out, Sadessa couldn't help but chuckle.
She stepped out, swinging her shotgun around with her remaining hand as she stepped out into the middle of the hall for all to see. She smirked, her dark painted lips surely holding a not-so-trustworthy smile. She lifted her scarred brow that was over an eye that had been scarred pretty good, as if she had been trying to gouge her own eye out. She parted her lips, then held her shotgun in a relaxed manner, the barrel restig upon her nub. "Well shit.. You ruined my plans, Sarge." she replied, her accent nearing exotic sounding. She swung the shotgun, clashing it against the wall to create a huge sound wave so she could see the three she was dealing with. "Big tall coward, small little bossy woman aaaand-" she eyed James, a look of mischief painted her cloudy, sickly looking eyes, "My next toy." she chuckled, then lifted her shotgun.
"Dess?!" She heard a male voice call from behind her. She turned around, and that tough, killer bitch facade dropped completely and she squealed, "YELTSIN."
Levin's green/silver eyes widened, and a grin parted his mouth as he dropped his weapon and ran over to her. Sadessa picked him up in a warm embrace, swaying him side to side. "Dess, what the hell are you doing here?!"
Sadessa squeezed Levin tight, then put him down, "Awh, my little orange wedge, I came here to visit you and then all this bullshit happened. I missed you!"
Levin's cheeks reddened some, then he saw his group, "Guys, it's okay she's not dangerous! Just... crazy." he reassured, lifting his hands. "Dess, these are the people I have been with since this ordeal happened. They are good people so please.. don't fuck with them." he said softly, looking up at Dess with a stern glare.
Sadessa sighed, put her shotgun in it's holster then pulled a lollipop from her pocet and stuck it into her mouth once she had unwrapped it with her teeth. "Tsk, fiiiinne.." she groaned, kicking the wall to get a gander at the red headed girl with him. Interesting group he came across. she thought, sucking on the pop.
Ragna Thorson
The world seemed to flicker and quake as a whole, a living organism pulsating and quivering with the invading virus shaking it to its core and weakening its defenses and dragging it to its knees in a hasty take over; one no one had seen coming. “ZOMBIES..” A TV in an open room would shout as if it had sensed the approaching male’s steps and had to deliver a dire message, one that...well WAS pretty dire, alerting the world of what exactly it had been that took the globe by storm and created such havok. “Zombies?” Ragan muttered in some disbelief, having not been outside in the midst of all of this since it had begun; having immediately stayed inside, his first thought had been: “war”. He was no expert on such things, however, there had been some inconsistencies with such theory; It hadn’t the ‘fingerprints’ of war, there had been far too many inconsistencies. It made him really wonder as he’d begin his track down the hall, treading lightly and adjusting the bookbag straps slung over his shoulders, maybe he could check any of these rooms for sup-A sudden shout, noisy clanking, and voices pulled the male from his thoughts, almost spooking him at the sudden signs of other survivors; survivors that were being incredibly noisy in their wake. Ragna raised a reddish brow and slipped his boots on, making sure they were tied tight before approaching the source of such commotion, in hopes of maybe finding others who would enlighten him on exactly if this voice on the TV had been serious, was this seriously a zombie invasion?Coming to a corner, the voices were now right there, he was right on top of what had now unmistakably been a group, judging by their comfort around one another;
The Norwegian rounding the corner with a hand slipped behind his back to rest gingerly upon the hilt of his Tonto blade, in case any of these people had proved hostil; hostil with what looked like their own armory of fire power. “Pardon” Ragna spoke above the commotion without much need to raise his voice in any shouting manner, simply raising an octave to catch their attention and raise his chin in a most curious gesture, eyeing each and every one of them with focused forest green hues; inspecting what they had on them, their weapon of choice, and who exactly may have been who, and TO who. A moment of silence from the ‘Viking’ to allow for any who wished to respond to him, to do just that. Ragna didn’t appear very shaken, nor in a panic; more or less he was rolling with the punches and keeping his head, a head that didn’t care to process much of what was going on.
James Turner
James looks up from his phone as a survivor closed in on him from the other direction of where the tapping was coming from. He steps forward, putting his phone away, grabbing his bat, and then leaning on the doors of the elevator. Her bright red hair coming into the light, James lifting a finger to say something as she interrupts him telling him to shut the hell up. James immediately notices the pistol being slid back into the holster on her hip.
James thinks to himself
She doesn’t look military, but she carries herself really well and seems to know what she is doing. I wonder if she knows what's going on here. I am just going to stick by her because she has firearms and I got a bat.
end thought
As she exclaimed for the person to leave the shadows and to show themselves. With one last big tap on the wall and this woman comes out, with a shotgun and one hand. Distracted from her sight, the only words that got through to James as they locked eyes, “My next toy.” She lifted the shotgun, at that instance James thought he was dead but he was saved by a bell, no, a voice. As someone screamed her name and came from behind her. A sigh of relief came from James’ mouth. He just stared death down the barrel of a shotgun.
“Look, everyone, I don’t know any of you but whatever is going on outside is serious. We should go and find a stockpile of food, find anyone that is hurt and come back here.” With adrenaline filling his body, James didn’t know what he was saying, he wasn’t even the captain of the baseball team. The words just flowed off his tongue and he hopes that these people will work together. James then steps out of the elevator, to turn towards the stairs. He opens the door to take the lead, “Who’s with me? If not, I surely hope you aren’t against me.”
James Ramirez
James ramirez sat in his dorm mostly unbothered by the outside world as it was, his cut down Ithaca shotgun rested on the ground beside him with some blood splattered on it, the smell of a corpse also filled the room from his dead roommate who had turned and attempted to attack him.
He wasnt unbothered, hell he was shaking like a leaf but he focused himself instead on the task at hand. Making a longer lasting flashlight to put on the tan vest covering his body overtop of his green hoodie, the same colored green baseball cap kept his hair in check out of his eyes as he worked. Tan boots bounced on the ground nervously as his cargo pants were tucked into the boots, tan pouches/tool pouches rested along his belt and thighs giving him a bit of a intimidating look if it wasn't for the fact he twitched like crazy and his clothes were all a size too large.
The desk before him was littered with different parts to build with in no real organized fashion to someone who wasn't him. He needed to leave soon, supplies needed to be gathered
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha said nothing as she seen Levin and Grace approach, relieved. Having heard the same thing as the others, she just shook her head. Not not believing it, more so, resigned. And yet another joins the little group standing at the elevator, and Sasha turns her head nodding at James before hearing the word spoken by the stranger. "Hi there, welcome to hell. They currently ain't taking any calls, but if ya leave a message… hell, who am I kidding. I'm Sasha, the others can introduce themselves as needed. I have to go to town, I've got to see what happened. If ya wanna go, meet me down on the first floor, by the stair case." Sasha stepped forward first, laying a hand on Grace's cheek. "I don't know what happened, darlin, but whatever it is, we will be alright. I promise you that." This said, she looked at the others and turned moving down the stairs silently with her hand on her weapon, but not with it drawn.
Grace Gibson
Luckily, the realization that she'd never speak to Jake again hadn't fully hit her yet. It was what caused for her to be able to keep on going, even if she barely managed and mainly followed Sasha's orders, which Levin had reminded her of.
When they ran into the group near the elevator she paused and looked around, taking her time to take everyone in. There was Brian, Sasha, and an unknown man. Her gaze lingered on him briefly.
"And who is this?" She asked, the question passing as soon as she looked further. That's when she saw it, the barrell of a shotgun aimed at them by a woman that seemed to hold a glimpse of playfullness in her eyes. Who in their right mind would play games with a gun? Grace shivered and took a tentative step backwards.
The interaction between the woman and Levin had her brows shoot up and she frowned at his explanation. Not dangerous, just crazy? Hell no. The words has Grace shaking her head in discomfort.
She barely registered the stranger that had rounded the corner and just stared at Sasha in shock at her words of comfort. We'll be alright? how could she say that? How could she promise that if Jake wasn't alright?
"He'll never be alright again" she muttered far too late, as the bright red hair of her friend was already disappearing down the stairs. Instead, she found her eyes travelling to the stranger that had last joined them and her gaze scanned him briefly. Her own green eyes, although hers less bright, locked with his for a few seconds. On any other day, she'd been cheerful at the prospect of making a new friend but today was not that day. She'd just lost one of her closest friends and now there was this group of crazy that she wasn't ready to deal with.
"I-... I'm... I'm so sorry" she said to him before pushing past him, tears rolling down her cheeks rapidly while she ran down the stairs on her own.
Brian Sweetwater
Brian was completely overwhelmed. In the span of what seemed like a few seconds, he had encountered more survivors, with guns, seen a woman more than a foot shorter than him wave a shotgun around, been yelled at by Sasha, seen a man eaten, and failed to comfort or protect Grace. It was all too much, but now more than ever was the time for football Brian, not candy Brian. He motioned for the group to follow him, and led them to the dorm. For now, they could regroup and count heads. He asked everyone to put their weapons away for the moment. "I'm Brian, and this is Grace and Sasha's dorm. Let's share names, one at a time, and a blurb about yourself. We can count supplies, and open more dorms later for everyone. We need to stay organized." Brian spoke loudly and clearly, and did his best to stand up straight.
Sadessa Dawn & Levin Indrel
Sadessa and Levin stayed quiet for the most part, both feeling unease when more people came into the picture. Survivors were welcomed when situations were on better terms but Dess knew in particular how when someone is not ready, they would snap. She noticed that with Grace, who seemed more out of it than most.
The tall, baseball bat wielding man spoke. Her scarred eyebrow rose, she liked his moxy. Reminded her of a certain pistol wielding cowboy who's face only a woman crazier than her could love.
The other, taller more build man began talking about gathering everyone up. And that was when Sadessa raised her nub and pulled the lollipop from her mouth, "I aint goin' anywhere with you all. I'm taking Yeltsin and we are going back to Arizona where it's safe."
With that, Levin's head snapped her way and his eyes widened, "What? Dess, we can't leave it's too dangerous out there, we'll get killed and I'll only slow you down."
Sadessa's distrusting eyes moved from one person to another, "You don't know these people, Yeltsin.. who the hell knows if they will throw you to the herd of dead like some live bait. You're easy picking.." she murmured low, so only he could hear.
Levin's face turned, his stomach dropped at that statement in the end. Easy pickings? It was his greatest fear, his ultimate bane knowing if he slowed someone down they would just.. leave him behind. "I..." he began, but couldn't further speak.
"Sssshhh.. Don't worry, my little pumpkin patch. We survived the harsh Arizona deserts together, we can survive this." she whispered, slowly raising up to a stand and stuck her candy back into her mouth. "No arguments, we're leaving."
Levin stayed quiet, his saddened eyes moved from Dess to the rest of the group. At this point.. he didn't know what to do. He wanted to stay.. but he didn't know if it was the right decision.
Ragna Thorson
Whatever in the hell just happened, Ragna hadn’t a clue. Having caught some of what had said when he had approached, it was clear something had gone down that had caused a lot of tension between a couple of these other survivors and that was not what he was here for, he had only tried his hand at communicating to see if anyone of them knew what had really been going on. He could have just went outside and checked, or even peeked out a window, but even in his stoic mind, there was a sense of hesitation; what would he do if it was really zombies? Ragna could handle just about anything you throw at him, he’s taught himself how to adapt. Though zombies were a whole other story, this meant the entire human race was at odds with an invading virus, something humans could possibly never heal over from; A literal apocalypse- No. He’d do his best to push those thoughts aside, despite the creeping concern, and he didn’t like that feeling, it was foreign to him, and for good reason. Norwegians definitely believed in a sort of Apocalypse and it would come as a brutal ending for most, and the cultural belief of the end may have been what struck that rarity of fear in this male, but a fear he would not allow to consume him. Ragna rolled his shoulders and lightly cocked his head at the female who had addressed him first, introducing herself as Sasha after such a ‘warm’ welcome, one in which he’d ignore and simply turn to eye the rest of the group. Whatever he just walked into, it certainly raised a red brow, especially so as a smaller woman would stop to stare at him for but a moment, connecting green with green, but again, only for a moment. This rag-tag, poorly acquainted group was just writhing with feelings and high strung emotions. He’d only watch as the female would tear her gaze away and begin watering at the eyes with quickly brimming tears before she’d just take off towards the stairs.
Well that had been slightly awkward for Ragna, feelings were not his strong suit, and apparently they weren’t for this quiet male standing within the elevator and being shushed by the crazy lady with the guns.Okay now THAT made Ragna crack a grin at a smart remark that was just seared into his brain now. “You sure showed her”. He couldn’t help himself, it had slipped before he could catch it, well not that he even tried. “Alright..” Slowly, he’d face another survivor who had made himself known and began to attempt leading everyone to one room, where he would address himself as, Brian. Taking a grasp of the situation, trying to lead, and proposing a strategy….this was someone Ragna would hope to team up with in a situation such as this. He couldn’t be for sure if this man known as Brian would be able to keep up this posture, but where else did Ragna have to go? The Norwegian shrugged to himself and stepped away from the elevator group moving to stand within the dorm Brian had entered, standing with his arms now crossed over his chest and his sights settled on the man. “Ragna…” Wouldn’t hurt to comply and allow others to know who he was. “From Flam, Norway...” As was obvious with his thick Norwegian accent. “Here for weapon and structural forging”.
Giving he and whoever joined, a moment to process what he just said, before reaching back and pulling his Tonto blade from his belt, holding it up for inspection just incase any would doubt his skill in such a Class. He would most certainly toot his own horn in saying this was a masterly crafted blade with a twelve inch long blade, thick grain and fine edge, whilst the handle added another six inches, making for an eighteen inch long weapon in total; The blade itself was tinted black just for aesthetic reasons, whilst also having a coating of rust resistant coating, while the handle was wood wrapped with ‘grip-easy’ black leather, as a Katana/Samurai would have been. Now, of course he has made others other than just this Tonto blade, but those were all at his friend’s forge.
James Turner
As a gentleman and woman passed James to go do the stairs, James saw the woman and her friend still stuck in the hallway bickering at each other. “Look, I don’t know why you were aiming a shotgun at me, but I am sure you guys need supplies. We could possibly put that shotgun to use.” James inches off the door and before he lets go to follow them he says, “I’m James by the way.”
James starts to head down the stairs to the first floor, he still hasn’t gathered any information on what was going on. These people he is now traveling with, have no idea what is going on.
James Ramirez
James Ramirez would glance up at his door as he heard the series of loud noises and then eventually voices, his eyes narrowing slightly as he grabs his shotgun and backpack slinging it over his shoulder. With the weapon raised he approached the door stepping over the body of his dead roomate which still haunted him and peaked outside of his dorm catching a glimpse of Grace as she headed for the stairs and down them in a rush. Part of him worried but another argued that with more than one voice he would be putting himself at risk.. fuck it.
Stepping out of his dorm as quietly as he could he began to head toward the staircase he saw the woman run down while keeping his head high for signs of infected or the other survivors he heard.
While the group on the third floor slowly came together, and the small group of people finished eating Jake, many things came to happen. Jake had his key card in his hand when the others attacked him and it now lay on the ground, about 100 meters from the front entrance of the dorm building. What was left of Jake's body remained there, although there wasn't much. Blood smeared and splattered the walk out front, leaving tell-tale evidence that something horrible had happened. The people that attacked Jake still wondered around, attracted to the whir of the power still here.
Most of the power in the town was out, thanks to the explosions and many buildings lay in ruin. Smoke hung heavy in the air, choking some and making it hard for many to see clearly. Some people had climbed out of broken buildings, running away, only to be met by growing hordes of mindless, stinking, stumbling humans that only growled and lunged at them. Many who fell would rise again, but the humans didn't know this yet.
Many car radios were still on, from where the military had forced people out of their vehicles and into random houses, to clear civilians from the streets. The static and sometimes blaring noise from some echoed in the empty smoggy streets.
Inside the dorm building anyone who could see out front would be able to see what was left of Jake, although it is difficult to say how many students are left in the rooms themselves. Many remained open, the doors left wide and easy to see in. Most had the curtains pulled over the windows, but not all did. On the first floor, there's been some damage, mainly pictures falling off the walls and glass being broken due to the concussion of what had happened before. It didn't look like there had been any looting here, and the doors and windows remained sealed for the time being.
Along the 3rd floor, some radios and TV's had been left on, doing the same thing the car radios were doing. Most places were just static, white noise to make something scary even more terrifying. Every few minutes, the voice of the Void, as he calls himself, and the static cuts out as the tuned out radios sync up to the final broadcast before everything went silent in this small town. "ZOMBIES, THEIR ZOMBIES AND I'M THE VOID. Don't go outside.." and it fades away, the warning a dire signal of what lay beyond the safety of the dorms. Anyone with a radio, such as police, anyone who was in the dorm would have all heard the warning. Should one be close to a car, or a working tv, then they would have heard the warning. The same faded out words, spreading awareness and truth as best as possible.
Grace Gibson
She barely noticed how Brian left the apartment shortly after She'd collapsed on the floor. Her arms, that had reached out to him when he'd attempted to comfort her had slumped down until her hands rested against the floor. Instead, her gaze was locked on a spot in the distance, her vision blurry through her tears. Her entire body shocked with each sob and her cheeks were soon red and wet from the cheeks, her eyes burning from the crying.
All she could hear for a moment was the cry of agony that Jake had let out, repeating itself over and over again in her head. Then, silence, which was soon replaced by Levin's voice as he too witnessed the scene that unfolded outside. She didn't have to look up to know he was going through the same thing. Disbelief and terror that faded to shock and ended in absolute fear. The only difference was that he didn't seem to experience the same devastation that she was dealing with and she couldn't blame him. Her heart was hurting, burning as if it was squeezed and she failed to catch her breath as all the air seemed to have been sucked out of the room.
It took her a moment to register that he had pulled her into a tight hug but eventually, she returned it and wrapped her arms around his waist, her face sinking into the pit between his shoulder and his neck. There, she continued to cry even though her tears slowed down and as he grabbed her cheeks and made her look at him, they slowly started to come to a halt. Nothing in her expression would make him think that she was no longer upset though, it just seemed like she'd ran out of tears to cry and maybe... just maybe that was true.
Night after night she'd been awake, almost until the morning came. She'd heard the explosions, the gunfire and the screams. She'd heard how no matter how many times she called, her brother failed to answer and by now she knew the exact words of his voicemail by heart. The only thing she could be grateful for was that they still had power. Otherwise she'd have to stop trying entirely. Losing Jake, one of the people she trusted most in life and always managed to rely on on top of that was a smack in the face and it showed. Somehow though, Levin seemed to know exactly what to say.
"Sasha..." She muttered as she looked back at him, finally managing to bring out sound beyond sobs again. Something inside her seemed to click, as if having a goal and something to do would make all the pain go away. Tentatively, she pushed herself up from the floor and walked towards the door to put her jacket on. She then grabbed her maze and her knife and put them in her pockets. Levin was right, Sasha had given them a task and the least they could do was complete it. She relied on them and even though Grace wished to avoid going outside, she knew where she could find certain stuff in their dorm building.
"Come on then." She said to him, even if her gaze showed that she was basically operating on automatic pilot. She turned and exited the apartment, turning left into the halway. If she had waited a few seconds longer before exiting the room, she surely would've heard the message that played on the radio inside the apartment across the hall. Instead, she'd passed by it and headed towards the stairs, planning to make her way to the first floor.
Brian Sweetwater
Brian found Sasha near the elevators along with some other guy, likely another student. Before he could so much as breathe, Sasha rapid fired questions at him before walking to the elevator. He didn't know which question to answer first, and just as he got ready to speak, Sasha turned towards a tapping sound and called out. Brian was distracted by this and looked into the semi-dark of the hallway. What if it was one of those things that had eaten that guy. He felt fear settle in his stomach, and he brought his gun around to face the hallway. "We-" Brian was interrupted by the sound of a radio. At the mention of the word Zombie, Brian realized that was exactly what those things outside must've been. "There's no time to explain, we have to get back to the dorm, Grace needs you!" Brian spoke with an intensity, a lot more intense than he had meant, but there wasn't time to reconsider. He motioned to the other guy to follow him. "You come too, it's bad, and now is the time to group up." He still pointed his gun at the hallway with the tapping noises. In his rush, he didn't realize the gun was still on safety.
Levin Indrel
His chest ached from how hard his heart was pounding; from what he had seen, and the desperation he felt in comforting his companion, he thought the adrenaline would kill him. He kept his hands gentle, yet firm on Grace's warm and reddened cheeks. Each breath his took shook, and trembled from all the emotions clashing within him.
Just when he thought he had to give her another hug, she began to pull herself together. His lips pressed into a stiff, thin line as he watched her stand up. Poor girl.. he thought, seeing as how there was a look in her eyes that made him realize she was struggling to even function. She didn't deserve to see that..
He stood up and grabbed a wrench as a blunt weapon before heading out behind Grace. He had briefly heard the message on the radio, but he was too eager to get the gang back together to even pay much attention. He followed her towards the stairs, As he was following her, he hears a tapping noise that for some reason, brought back an old familiar feeling. The tapping had a certain rhythm to it, almost like morse code. He squinted his eyes, passing Grace by to get ahead of her, following the tapping noise.
Sadessa Dawn
The young man was getting too far too fast for the nearly blinded bounty hunter, she could barely make out his blurry figure in the dimly lit hall. She tapped the wall, trying to clear up her vision with sound waves. Yes, she could see him.
With her keen ears, she picked up on the sound of people running towards her direction. She then heard the young man call out, offering to hold the door open. She snarled under her breath, ducking into a room and closing the door, listening to a woman shout and a man talk right after her when they passed by the room she ducked into. She slowly exited the room, tapping the side of the wall to create more sound waves to help clear her vision as she walked. The tapping was heard for sure, and when the woman demanded she come out, Sadessa couldn't help but chuckle.
She stepped out, swinging her shotgun around with her remaining hand as she stepped out into the middle of the hall for all to see. She smirked, her dark painted lips surely holding a not-so-trustworthy smile. She lifted her scarred brow that was over an eye that had been scarred pretty good, as if she had been trying to gouge her own eye out. She parted her lips, then held her shotgun in a relaxed manner, the barrel restig upon her nub. "Well shit.. You ruined my plans, Sarge." she replied, her accent nearing exotic sounding. She swung the shotgun, clashing it against the wall to create a huge sound wave so she could see the three she was dealing with. "Big tall coward, small little bossy woman aaaand-" she eyed James, a look of mischief painted her cloudy, sickly looking eyes, "My next toy." she chuckled, then lifted her shotgun.
"Dess?!" She heard a male voice call from behind her. She turned around, and that tough, killer bitch facade dropped completely and she squealed, "YELTSIN."
Levin's green/silver eyes widened, and a grin parted his mouth as he dropped his weapon and ran over to her. Sadessa picked him up in a warm embrace, swaying him side to side. "Dess, what the hell are you doing here?!"
Sadessa squeezed Levin tight, then put him down, "Awh, my little orange wedge, I came here to visit you and then all this bullshit happened. I missed you!"
Levin's cheeks reddened some, then he saw his group, "Guys, it's okay she's not dangerous! Just... crazy." he reassured, lifting his hands. "Dess, these are the people I have been with since this ordeal happened. They are good people so please.. don't fuck with them." he said softly, looking up at Dess with a stern glare.
Sadessa sighed, put her shotgun in it's holster then pulled a lollipop from her pocet and stuck it into her mouth once she had unwrapped it with her teeth. "Tsk, fiiiinne.." she groaned, kicking the wall to get a gander at the red headed girl with him. Interesting group he came across. she thought, sucking on the pop.
Ragna Thorson
The world seemed to flicker and quake as a whole, a living organism pulsating and quivering with the invading virus shaking it to its core and weakening its defenses and dragging it to its knees in a hasty take over; one no one had seen coming. “ZOMBIES..” A TV in an open room would shout as if it had sensed the approaching male’s steps and had to deliver a dire message, one that...well WAS pretty dire, alerting the world of what exactly it had been that took the globe by storm and created such havok. “Zombies?” Ragan muttered in some disbelief, having not been outside in the midst of all of this since it had begun; having immediately stayed inside, his first thought had been: “war”. He was no expert on such things, however, there had been some inconsistencies with such theory; It hadn’t the ‘fingerprints’ of war, there had been far too many inconsistencies. It made him really wonder as he’d begin his track down the hall, treading lightly and adjusting the bookbag straps slung over his shoulders, maybe he could check any of these rooms for sup-A sudden shout, noisy clanking, and voices pulled the male from his thoughts, almost spooking him at the sudden signs of other survivors; survivors that were being incredibly noisy in their wake. Ragna raised a reddish brow and slipped his boots on, making sure they were tied tight before approaching the source of such commotion, in hopes of maybe finding others who would enlighten him on exactly if this voice on the TV had been serious, was this seriously a zombie invasion?Coming to a corner, the voices were now right there, he was right on top of what had now unmistakably been a group, judging by their comfort around one another;
The Norwegian rounding the corner with a hand slipped behind his back to rest gingerly upon the hilt of his Tonto blade, in case any of these people had proved hostil; hostil with what looked like their own armory of fire power. “Pardon” Ragna spoke above the commotion without much need to raise his voice in any shouting manner, simply raising an octave to catch their attention and raise his chin in a most curious gesture, eyeing each and every one of them with focused forest green hues; inspecting what they had on them, their weapon of choice, and who exactly may have been who, and TO who. A moment of silence from the ‘Viking’ to allow for any who wished to respond to him, to do just that. Ragna didn’t appear very shaken, nor in a panic; more or less he was rolling with the punches and keeping his head, a head that didn’t care to process much of what was going on.
James Turner
James looks up from his phone as a survivor closed in on him from the other direction of where the tapping was coming from. He steps forward, putting his phone away, grabbing his bat, and then leaning on the doors of the elevator. Her bright red hair coming into the light, James lifting a finger to say something as she interrupts him telling him to shut the hell up. James immediately notices the pistol being slid back into the holster on her hip.
James thinks to himself
She doesn’t look military, but she carries herself really well and seems to know what she is doing. I wonder if she knows what's going on here. I am just going to stick by her because she has firearms and I got a bat.
end thought
As she exclaimed for the person to leave the shadows and to show themselves. With one last big tap on the wall and this woman comes out, with a shotgun and one hand. Distracted from her sight, the only words that got through to James as they locked eyes, “My next toy.” She lifted the shotgun, at that instance James thought he was dead but he was saved by a bell, no, a voice. As someone screamed her name and came from behind her. A sigh of relief came from James’ mouth. He just stared death down the barrel of a shotgun.
“Look, everyone, I don’t know any of you but whatever is going on outside is serious. We should go and find a stockpile of food, find anyone that is hurt and come back here.” With adrenaline filling his body, James didn’t know what he was saying, he wasn’t even the captain of the baseball team. The words just flowed off his tongue and he hopes that these people will work together. James then steps out of the elevator, to turn towards the stairs. He opens the door to take the lead, “Who’s with me? If not, I surely hope you aren’t against me.”
James Ramirez
James ramirez sat in his dorm mostly unbothered by the outside world as it was, his cut down Ithaca shotgun rested on the ground beside him with some blood splattered on it, the smell of a corpse also filled the room from his dead roommate who had turned and attempted to attack him.
He wasnt unbothered, hell he was shaking like a leaf but he focused himself instead on the task at hand. Making a longer lasting flashlight to put on the tan vest covering his body overtop of his green hoodie, the same colored green baseball cap kept his hair in check out of his eyes as he worked. Tan boots bounced on the ground nervously as his cargo pants were tucked into the boots, tan pouches/tool pouches rested along his belt and thighs giving him a bit of a intimidating look if it wasn't for the fact he twitched like crazy and his clothes were all a size too large.
The desk before him was littered with different parts to build with in no real organized fashion to someone who wasn't him. He needed to leave soon, supplies needed to be gathered
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha said nothing as she seen Levin and Grace approach, relieved. Having heard the same thing as the others, she just shook her head. Not not believing it, more so, resigned. And yet another joins the little group standing at the elevator, and Sasha turns her head nodding at James before hearing the word spoken by the stranger. "Hi there, welcome to hell. They currently ain't taking any calls, but if ya leave a message… hell, who am I kidding. I'm Sasha, the others can introduce themselves as needed. I have to go to town, I've got to see what happened. If ya wanna go, meet me down on the first floor, by the stair case." Sasha stepped forward first, laying a hand on Grace's cheek. "I don't know what happened, darlin, but whatever it is, we will be alright. I promise you that." This said, she looked at the others and turned moving down the stairs silently with her hand on her weapon, but not with it drawn.
Grace Gibson
Luckily, the realization that she'd never speak to Jake again hadn't fully hit her yet. It was what caused for her to be able to keep on going, even if she barely managed and mainly followed Sasha's orders, which Levin had reminded her of.
When they ran into the group near the elevator she paused and looked around, taking her time to take everyone in. There was Brian, Sasha, and an unknown man. Her gaze lingered on him briefly.
"And who is this?" She asked, the question passing as soon as she looked further. That's when she saw it, the barrell of a shotgun aimed at them by a woman that seemed to hold a glimpse of playfullness in her eyes. Who in their right mind would play games with a gun? Grace shivered and took a tentative step backwards.
The interaction between the woman and Levin had her brows shoot up and she frowned at his explanation. Not dangerous, just crazy? Hell no. The words has Grace shaking her head in discomfort.
She barely registered the stranger that had rounded the corner and just stared at Sasha in shock at her words of comfort. We'll be alright? how could she say that? How could she promise that if Jake wasn't alright?
"He'll never be alright again" she muttered far too late, as the bright red hair of her friend was already disappearing down the stairs. Instead, she found her eyes travelling to the stranger that had last joined them and her gaze scanned him briefly. Her own green eyes, although hers less bright, locked with his for a few seconds. On any other day, she'd been cheerful at the prospect of making a new friend but today was not that day. She'd just lost one of her closest friends and now there was this group of crazy that she wasn't ready to deal with.
"I-... I'm... I'm so sorry" she said to him before pushing past him, tears rolling down her cheeks rapidly while she ran down the stairs on her own.
Brian Sweetwater
Brian was completely overwhelmed. In the span of what seemed like a few seconds, he had encountered more survivors, with guns, seen a woman more than a foot shorter than him wave a shotgun around, been yelled at by Sasha, seen a man eaten, and failed to comfort or protect Grace. It was all too much, but now more than ever was the time for football Brian, not candy Brian. He motioned for the group to follow him, and led them to the dorm. For now, they could regroup and count heads. He asked everyone to put their weapons away for the moment. "I'm Brian, and this is Grace and Sasha's dorm. Let's share names, one at a time, and a blurb about yourself. We can count supplies, and open more dorms later for everyone. We need to stay organized." Brian spoke loudly and clearly, and did his best to stand up straight.
Sadessa Dawn & Levin Indrel
Sadessa and Levin stayed quiet for the most part, both feeling unease when more people came into the picture. Survivors were welcomed when situations were on better terms but Dess knew in particular how when someone is not ready, they would snap. She noticed that with Grace, who seemed more out of it than most.
The tall, baseball bat wielding man spoke. Her scarred eyebrow rose, she liked his moxy. Reminded her of a certain pistol wielding cowboy who's face only a woman crazier than her could love.
The other, taller more build man began talking about gathering everyone up. And that was when Sadessa raised her nub and pulled the lollipop from her mouth, "I aint goin' anywhere with you all. I'm taking Yeltsin and we are going back to Arizona where it's safe."
With that, Levin's head snapped her way and his eyes widened, "What? Dess, we can't leave it's too dangerous out there, we'll get killed and I'll only slow you down."
Sadessa's distrusting eyes moved from one person to another, "You don't know these people, Yeltsin.. who the hell knows if they will throw you to the herd of dead like some live bait. You're easy picking.." she murmured low, so only he could hear.
Levin's face turned, his stomach dropped at that statement in the end. Easy pickings? It was his greatest fear, his ultimate bane knowing if he slowed someone down they would just.. leave him behind. "I..." he began, but couldn't further speak.
"Sssshhh.. Don't worry, my little pumpkin patch. We survived the harsh Arizona deserts together, we can survive this." she whispered, slowly raising up to a stand and stuck her candy back into her mouth. "No arguments, we're leaving."
Levin stayed quiet, his saddened eyes moved from Dess to the rest of the group. At this point.. he didn't know what to do. He wanted to stay.. but he didn't know if it was the right decision.
Ragna Thorson
Whatever in the hell just happened, Ragna hadn’t a clue. Having caught some of what had said when he had approached, it was clear something had gone down that had caused a lot of tension between a couple of these other survivors and that was not what he was here for, he had only tried his hand at communicating to see if anyone of them knew what had really been going on. He could have just went outside and checked, or even peeked out a window, but even in his stoic mind, there was a sense of hesitation; what would he do if it was really zombies? Ragna could handle just about anything you throw at him, he’s taught himself how to adapt. Though zombies were a whole other story, this meant the entire human race was at odds with an invading virus, something humans could possibly never heal over from; A literal apocalypse- No. He’d do his best to push those thoughts aside, despite the creeping concern, and he didn’t like that feeling, it was foreign to him, and for good reason. Norwegians definitely believed in a sort of Apocalypse and it would come as a brutal ending for most, and the cultural belief of the end may have been what struck that rarity of fear in this male, but a fear he would not allow to consume him. Ragna rolled his shoulders and lightly cocked his head at the female who had addressed him first, introducing herself as Sasha after such a ‘warm’ welcome, one in which he’d ignore and simply turn to eye the rest of the group. Whatever he just walked into, it certainly raised a red brow, especially so as a smaller woman would stop to stare at him for but a moment, connecting green with green, but again, only for a moment. This rag-tag, poorly acquainted group was just writhing with feelings and high strung emotions. He’d only watch as the female would tear her gaze away and begin watering at the eyes with quickly brimming tears before she’d just take off towards the stairs.
Well that had been slightly awkward for Ragna, feelings were not his strong suit, and apparently they weren’t for this quiet male standing within the elevator and being shushed by the crazy lady with the guns.Okay now THAT made Ragna crack a grin at a smart remark that was just seared into his brain now. “You sure showed her”. He couldn’t help himself, it had slipped before he could catch it, well not that he even tried. “Alright..” Slowly, he’d face another survivor who had made himself known and began to attempt leading everyone to one room, where he would address himself as, Brian. Taking a grasp of the situation, trying to lead, and proposing a strategy….this was someone Ragna would hope to team up with in a situation such as this. He couldn’t be for sure if this man known as Brian would be able to keep up this posture, but where else did Ragna have to go? The Norwegian shrugged to himself and stepped away from the elevator group moving to stand within the dorm Brian had entered, standing with his arms now crossed over his chest and his sights settled on the man. “Ragna…” Wouldn’t hurt to comply and allow others to know who he was. “From Flam, Norway...” As was obvious with his thick Norwegian accent. “Here for weapon and structural forging”.
Giving he and whoever joined, a moment to process what he just said, before reaching back and pulling his Tonto blade from his belt, holding it up for inspection just incase any would doubt his skill in such a Class. He would most certainly toot his own horn in saying this was a masterly crafted blade with a twelve inch long blade, thick grain and fine edge, whilst the handle added another six inches, making for an eighteen inch long weapon in total; The blade itself was tinted black just for aesthetic reasons, whilst also having a coating of rust resistant coating, while the handle was wood wrapped with ‘grip-easy’ black leather, as a Katana/Samurai would have been. Now, of course he has made others other than just this Tonto blade, but those were all at his friend’s forge.
James Turner
As a gentleman and woman passed James to go do the stairs, James saw the woman and her friend still stuck in the hallway bickering at each other. “Look, I don’t know why you were aiming a shotgun at me, but I am sure you guys need supplies. We could possibly put that shotgun to use.” James inches off the door and before he lets go to follow them he says, “I’m James by the way.”
James starts to head down the stairs to the first floor, he still hasn’t gathered any information on what was going on. These people he is now traveling with, have no idea what is going on.
James Ramirez
James Ramirez would glance up at his door as he heard the series of loud noises and then eventually voices, his eyes narrowing slightly as he grabs his shotgun and backpack slinging it over his shoulder. With the weapon raised he approached the door stepping over the body of his dead roomate which still haunted him and peaked outside of his dorm catching a glimpse of Grace as she headed for the stairs and down them in a rush. Part of him worried but another argued that with more than one voice he would be putting himself at risk.. fuck it.
Stepping out of his dorm as quietly as he could he began to head toward the staircase he saw the woman run down while keeping his head high for signs of infected or the other survivors he heard.
Levin Indrel & Sadessa Dawn
"So what the hell are you saying, Dess? Are you serious about just robbing everyone and getting out of here?" Levin was pacing back and forth, body trembling from being so upset. He and Sadessa had been arguing back and forth about plans, and at this moment he didnt even recognize the woman before him. "Who the hell are you and what did you do with my best friend?! Peter wouldnt want this, Dess! He taught us to work with people, survive and be a community!"
Sadessa's cloudy eyes stared down at him, she clicked her tongue in order to clear her vision, she saw tears streaming down Levin's face. "Things change, Yeltsin.. things change and people change. I changed and there is no turning back what made me change. But I do know one thing, my little pumpkin pie: I am not leaving this God forsaken hellhole without you. You're all I have left! Michael left me, May.. fucking.." Dess choked, the feeling of abandonment began overwhelming her once more. She blinked away her tears then looked back at him.
Levin shook his head, "If you're going to take from these people, I am not going with you. I'm sorry, Sadessa.. I'm going back to the room, keep watch over everything while everyone is out." He said in a monotone voice, turning away from her and walking away.
Sadessa's eyes widened, for a moment she lingered on the feeling of her stomach dropping. Now he is turning his back on her too? Choosing strangers over her like the rest of her group? She ground her teeth together and swung her shotgun, hitting the wall with it causing a loud bang noise, "YOU WILL NOT LEAVE ME TOO! Yeltsin!"
Levin paused a moment, but then continued back to Grace and Sasha's dorm. Once there, he closed the door and sulked over to the table, he climbed upon a chair and grabbed the knife Brian gave him earlier. This isn't you, Dess... why would you do this? Hurt people.. this isn't you.
Sadessa remained in the hall, clutching her shotgun tight in her hand. Her teeth grinding to the point where it hurt, tears threatening to go escape her. She chuckled then, "Well fuck you too, then.." and with that, she began to continue what she was doing earlier. "Fuck this group.. I am figuring this out on my own. I need supplies even if I have to kill every person in this building to get it." She grumbled, going down the hall and tapping on the walls. She found a room, shot the doorknob off and forced her way in. There was a group of people in there, cowering in a corner when they realized this crazy person had a gun. "Your supplies, now." Dess demanded, then watched carefully as they scrambled to get what they had. They gave her a backpack full of food and medicine.
"Its all we have.." one guy said with a shaking voice. "Please dont kill us.."
Sadessa contemplated doing it.. just for the fun of it. But a piece of her was screaming not to. Her lip twitched, and she snagged the bag from him, threw it over her shoulder and jutted her chin over to where he group was. "Corner.."
He nodded his head, throwing his hands up and backing away to the corner. "Please.. please don't." He said as he noticed the girl lift her gun up.
Sadessa growled, then holstered her gun. She turned around and left, kicking the door on her way out. "Ggrrr!!" And with that she continued to raid and threaten, taking what she could so she could get out of there quick and quick she did.
With her gathered supply, she found the nearest staircase and headed towards the first floor. Clicking her tongue, she ran towards the exit. Once there, she passed by two men. One of which was the bat wielder. She glanced at me a moment, then turned her attention towards the red head from earlier. She paused, then cleared her throat. "Needa.. get through there." She said, pointing her chin at the door Sasha was standing by.
Ragna Thorson
Ragna had been patient in his wait as he knew there was not much else he had to do today, nor would he ever if this was truly the zombie apocalypse sprung onto them by this virus unleashed by the Gods know what. Perhaps the Gods did know what and had allowed it to spread as correction to a horrible wrong doing. The male had been squinting at the thought, when such thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a second man who came barreling in through the door and would immediately take to a self loathing sulk towards what had been a table Ragna hadn’t taken notice to earlier, as he had been more entertained with the idea of grouping together and coming up with a tactic to get everyone through this disaster. The lights flickered and the room shook with the explosions outside; Ragna couldn’t begin to fathom how a school of this size hasn’t been hit yet. Clearly this sulking man was distressed about...well about something that had to have just taken place, for he was still quite in his head about it and that was when he recognized him from just minutes ago. “Oh...what happened, sweetheart, did you and crazy Tomb Raider get into a spat?”. The hand extending the Tanto blade would lower and his head would lightly cock off to the left as he’d eyed the man. “Best to not sulk, heavy emotions are horrible for the mind and body, all they do is cloud everything...” Ragna gestured to the surrounding room “And now really isn’t the time to be clouded. Now, I never caught your name”. As he would askew his gaze down to the man, he’d take note of the knife he was holding, looking it over and accessing just exactly what it was and the style of the blade; something that happened quite naturally.
Levin Indrel
Silver/green eyes stayed glued to the table, having lost their emerald hue and faded into a tired, tarnished color. Everything that had been happening as of late took a toll the small man. He was completely unaware of the two other men in the dormroom, mostly because he was too entranced by his racing thoughts to even notice them. It wasn't until one of them spoke, that Levin took full notice of them. "Hm? Excuse me?" He asked, lifting his eyebrow in a confused manner. He had never had anyone call him sweetheart before, let alone another man. It made him feel uncomfortable, and his discomfort was visible by him shifting in his seat and his face turning red.
"Y-yeah uh.." he choked, trying to find his words as he took a moment to look up at the red headed, bearded viking looking man before him, eyeing him and his knife down. He cleared his throat, then sat up straight, "You're right I.. I just tend to overthink." He responded to the large man's words, then cupped his hands together. "I'm Levin.. some people call me Yeltsin. I don't mind either. And you are?" He asked, studying the man before him as the man studied his common military grade blade.
Where did he come from? He looks like he stepped out of a comicon or something. He is unusual looking for this era. And a samurai sword? Really? he thought, noting the intensity in the features of the man. He is almost too handsome to- Wait what the hell am I thinking?! his expression changed with his thought, from a look of wonder to a look of shock at his own self. He blinked a few times, fades greens brightened into a shade of myrtle green, chewing his inner cheek as he waited for the man to answer him.
Ragna Thomson
Between Ragna’s initial greeting and the distressed male’s rude awakening of the other two men, he had sheathed the Tanto blade and lightly grunt in confirmation to the man’s ‘excuse me?’ that he had indeed just spoke. The man had come in with his tail tucked between his legs and it was now clear to see that is where it would stay, and it honestly bewildered Ragna to see such submission in a mentality; Had really just stuttered at him? It was inevitable that a grin would slowly begin to grace his lips and pull his sharp hues back into a predatory gaze. “Yes...it seems you do”. He straightened his cocked gaze and would approach the man holding a hand out. “Ragna, some called me Thor..” His eyes shifted over the one known as Levin and to the blade in his hand, then back up to the man’s face. “Why Yeltsin?”. Ragna would question with his hand still out stretched to the man in almost a formal manner awaiting a shake, but he had really been gesturing for him to hand him the knife, in which he would of course return to the small man, he was just simply curious to take a better look. Perhaps if he got to his friend’s forge, he could make himself and the small one a new blade, as it seemed he would need a good weapon. His downward gaze, obvious over thinking, and nervousness upon speaking...it wouldn’t seem he’d get very far alone, especially so without a weapon that would hold up to continuous abuse and wear, as well as chemical compounds; blood will rust a metal, as would rain water and seltzers, and coming about a time in which this town had bombed and ridiculed until it was only standing on threads. Chemicals were in the air like a morning fog, in the water, and a rampant virus that would do the Gods know what to someone’s blade.
Levin Indrel
Emerald hues, now fueled with uncertainty flickered over to the man's much larger hand that had been extended to him, then up to his face, then down to his hand again. I can see why they call you Thor. he thought, reaching out in assumption that he wanted a hand shake and not his blade. His much smaller hand, more smaller than the adverage woman's, would have been engulfed in Ragna's hand if he so much as chose to entertain Levin's naive gesture. "I am.. from Russian descent and when my friend Dess found that out she began calling me Yeltsin since I.. was so shy I couldnt say my own name and she got tired of naming me after food ." He chuckled nervously, shaking Ragna's hand before withdrawing it and placing it behind his neck.
"Ragna that's.. an interesting name." He commented, not knowing what else to say.
Social situations were hard on Levin, even more so one on one. He had so many questions and yet his words wouldnt come out, only some noises and a nervous chuckle or two. "Sorry I-I am terrible with conversation." He admitted, face still flushed red as he tried to compose himself as he looked down at his knife to avoid eye contact with the strange red head.
Look I know it's hard but you have to learn to talk to people. he thought, brows furrowing together as he did.
Just.. ask him about his choice of weapon. Or.. why he is called Ragna or-i dont know- ask him where he came from? No, no, too personal. Just say something!
"Where did you get your Ragna-Blade! I mean Blade!"
Way to go, Yeltsin ya smooth dog you. he thought as she shrunk into his shoulders.
Ragna Thomson
Ragna would stand witness to this awkward glance exchanging between his face and his hand as this man was seriously trying to depict what exactly he should do, taking his hand or no. “Ah...well..” He really hadn;t expected him to place his hand within his own, but even so he would watch the small delicate hand practically float over his large palm making the Norwegian lad chuckle and close his hand around his. “I wasn’t asking for a hand shake, don’t mistake me for a formal body..I was indicating for the blade” He’d correct the other’s thoughts,though it hadn’t seemed to bother him, as he’d allow for the shake to proceed until the Yeltsin man would withdraw his hand and begin to speak once more, in quiet strokes explaining where he had gotten the nickname that Ragna had inquired about. Yeltsin would certainly fit a Russian background. Ragna slowly nodding and giving a small huff through his nose. “As small and quiet as you are, I would have called you Mouse” He shrugged his broad shoulders forcing his red braid to drop back over his shoulder “Ragna is the ‘nickname’ version of the real word meaning,Hunter, in Norwegian. My Father named me after the phrase,’Hunters Moon’, meaning the biggest and the brightest phase of the moon. Also known as the harvest moon in some places..so, I suppose it’s interesting”. The red haired man would only gesture back to Yeltsin’s blade and lean himself ever so gently back against the table with his arms crossed over his chest and covering the wolf medallion hanging around his neck, raising a sharply arched brow and chuckling. ‘Where did you get your Ragna’ The small one had said, Ragna giving another laugh at how flustered he was, his discomfort truly brought him joy, especially so with his blushing red cheeks.
“I didn’t get it anywhere, I made it. What about yours, did you buy it, make it?”. It was probably just as stupid to ask if this dainty man had made such a blade, as it would be to ask if Ragna shopped at Victoria’s Secret. Gods, how did this man last as long as he had four days in? Perhaps he really had relied on that crazy chick from earlier….his eyes would practically slither off to the right to gaze at the door as if contemplating going out to find that woman; His thoughts would remain on the door until another explosion would go off and tug his attention towards the window.
Levin Indrel
Embarrassed was an understatement for what Levin felt. Everything he had done and said so far made him look like a fool and that only drove him to sink further into his shoulders. At Ragna's mention of calling him a mouse, Levin felt a twinge of anger and shame within him. But then he reevaluated himself, "Yeah.. I guess I am a mouse." He muttered under his breath then.
His eyes flickered to Ragna's hand, his own quickly shoving his blade to the man who wanted it instead of a handshake. At the mention of making his own blade, Levin perked up a bit. Not denying the fact that he was impressed by the craftsmanship. "Its beautiful.. you did great making it." He complimented, albeit meekly. The description of his name intrigued Levin greatly, with that he perked up some and watched as Ragna explained his name. "Cool.." he said, his lips tugged upward into an uncomfortable smile.
At Ragna's question, Levin shook his head, "I cant build weapons even if my life depended on it." Which was ironic in this case. "It will do for now," he added, placing his hands on the table and leaning forward to look down at his blade. "If it breaks I can wield a pretty mean pipe wrench." He beamed some, chuckling at his own self before flinching when another explosion happened. "Shit.." he breathed, clutching his black wife beater firmly as he looked towards the window. "I hope Dess isnt out there.." he said, mostly to himself as he hopped off of the wooden chair and walked over towards the window, passing Brian as he did. He gave Brian a small smile, then tiptoed to peek out the window.
SPLAT!!
"AAAHH!!!" Levin practically threw himself backwards, landing on his backside as he witnessed a decapitated arm slam against the window, sticking to it and sliding down slowly. Leaving a bloody trail behind it. Sickened, Levin began gagging, scuffling to the bathroom and throwing himself to the toilet, throwing up what little food he had to eat that day.
Ragna Thomson
“Mmmm..” His head turned ever so slightly in an uncertain gesture as he had hummed, hesitantly refraining himself, before that hesitation would slip and he’d eye the other male drawn within himself. “A damned man would allow his disadvantages to control him, as it seems you have and you’ve relied on that woman to protect you, whilst also allowing her to control you…” Ragna gave another small shrug. “I’d say you separating yourself from her for this long may have been the first, judging by how truly disgruntled you are, but was also the best thing you could have done..so..” Amidst his speech the man would exchange glances between the blade he was handed and Yeltsin as he’d step away from the table and approach the window. “I wouldn’t stand directly by the wind-..”. Even Ragna would flinch his head back in the sudden surprise. “I…”. Passing the gagging Levin, he would ignore the throws up coming from the bathroom to step up to the blood soaked window now and inspect it. “Holy shit...it’s an arm..” He pointed at the window and turn to look at Brian, then turned facing the bathroom. “No worries, Yeltsin, it’s just an arm, they could have survived…”. Ragna peeked out the window, and what he saw; The redheaded Viking male was at a loss for words. Scattered across the concrete weren’t only corpses, but….walking corpses, roaming some of the far off streets with missing limbs, pus pooled eye sockets, protruding bones, maggot infested holes, and so much more that really struck home for a second.
This was it, the literal end, the world would never be the same after this; If there was ever going to BE an after. So why did this both excite and actually scare Ragna!? Is this falling world he could be exactly as he pleased, he no longer was held at the neck by the restrictions of a risen society. Yet there would be no world to be that self, but what exactly was the difference between then and now? Walking corpses you’ll need to fight from time to time, but everyone still had their knowledge, still had themselves, if people were smart they could live through this as if nothing was going on in the outside world. Ragna had been staring off into space for the last few moments, minutes even trying to depict exactly how this would all go down. Something had been bubbling up in his chest and he couldn’t help but bring a hand to rub across his firm chest knocking against the wolven medallion.
Levin Indrel
A few coughs in, and then a few spits before Levin got up off of his knees. He heard Ragna's voice announce something, but the ringing in his head caused by adrenaline made it hard to decipher what had been said. He cleared his throat, washed his mouth out with water from the tub then went out to meet up with Ragna.
His eyes moved with the arm that was finally sliding down the pane, out of sight. "Shit.." he breathed, covering his mouth with his hand as he shook his head. He couldn't believe it, what happened? How did everything go to hell so suddenly? It discouraged him, made him feel like this would just make things worse for someone like him. The old world was hard enough, this world would eat him alive. Not a night went by where he stayed up and feared for the worse. Boom!! yes another explosion shook the building, causing him to jump in his place.
Was the militia fucking with them? Fucking blow this place to hell already! Get us out of our damn misery and quit fucking with us!! he demanded in his mind, his body visibly shaking from anger.
"What... will happen to us now?" He asked, mostly to himself but hoped Ragna had an answer because he sure the hell didn't. He looked down, mind wandering from one end of his brain to another. "Will we survive this..?"
Ragna Thomson
The skies fogged into a reddish glow with the sun trapped behind the ever growing smog choking the sky and gagging her of any clarity; This may have been what upset Ragna the most. As stoic as he can be, and as cold as he may come off...he still truly loved nature, all his people did back home. Nature was everything, it was life, it was the never ending cycle of life and death; rebirth and ever growing, but this this was a bastardization to all of that. Whatever it had been that broke through his haze, he was happy it did, perhaps the sound of the small male treading back into the Main Room and standing there a moment, just radiating a halo of wrath that Ragna could only sigh at and actively nod along to. He understand that rage, but it was the uncertainty that was new to him. Ragna's green hues casted from the window to float over and beach themselves upon Yeltsin once more, steadying himself with a calming breath as the school was rocked once more with an invasive BOOM. "That shouldn't even be a question..." A stern solidarity of certainty laced his tone as if he had just sloshed away the negative thoughts and held his head high once more. "We will survive, and we will do so without greed or stupidity because, those are just two of the main reasons people do not survive situations like this..". A gaze shifted between Yeltsin and Brian. "Stupidity, Greed, and dead weight" He now settled his sights back on the small man. "You don't have to be some fighting champion or solider to make it through this. You just need confidence, patience, and some training to protect yourself. We can use this virus to our advantage, because Zombies are mindless, they have no strategy, they are decaying meat you can knock around and all they can do is growl and come at you the same way they just had. Predictable and easily killed. We all know removing the head or shooting it..damaging it beyond repair is how you kill a Zombie. So as long as we are smart, we can do this".
Levin Indrel
Thin lips pursed in, as once again his restless mind wandered from one worry to another. Ragna's words were rough, but Levin couldnt deny the truth behind such harshness. He had thought about training in hand to hand combat, but his confidence in himself wavered greatly each time he was reminded of his size.
"Would.. you teach me?" He asked, staring up at the tall, broad viking before him. His voice hinted some insecurity, but his eyes showed some determination. And mostly, he was determined to learn. "I dont want to be a burden to anyone, to my group. I don't want to be baggage or.. anything of that nature. I want to survive too.. I want to survive too.." his voice quieted upon his repeating of his words, his shoulders sunk as well.
Having lived all of his life challenged with regular life, Levin faced every day with a sense of insignificance. But, he grew tired of that liquid doubt putting out his fire of confidence. It was not the time to feel sorry for himself, it was the time to push himself harder than he ever had. His shoulders straightened, his chin lifted and his brows furrowed tight as he stared at the blood smeared on the window.
Grant Walker
Grant looks up and around on the third floor, he wanted to possibly get to the roof to look around, but decided to explore this floor first. He took a coin from his pocket and flipped it, heads, he would turn right and make his way around.
Ragna Thomson
There was a time to be harsh, and a time to be honest, and now was the time to be honest. Being harsh and putting one down for any reason would be the down fall of one's self and capability to survive. One's survival chances drops lower than bedrock when one's confidence is stripped, and that's not what Ragna was here to do. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind and no hesitation from the Viking, as he'd nod to Yeltsin and eye him over. Noting the repeating of his own words, his sinking confidence in himself, as if surviving was just not something he had thought he could do; well clearly. Ragna nodded without hesitation and would glance around the room for any materials he could possibly forge with the nuts and bolts in his pocket. He had enough for a decent sized blade, and he could make a polished wooden handle from any mahogany furniture, or perhaps even Oak, his eyes scanning for such materials as he'd speak. "Without a doubt, Yeltsin" His vivid green hues eyeing the bed frame as he'd approach and grab the bottom of the bed stand and lightly knelt down as he'd lift it a few inches off the floor to inspect if the stand had been wood; For most bed frames are made of wood, being cheaper for collages to replicate identical beds within dorms. "I will make you your own knife, customize it to your hand size, grip, and weight balance..." His free left hand gingerly moved over the bed frame as he spoke. "And you can keep the one you have already, I just suggest one more adept to yourself, and trust me when I say, you'll notice the difference".
Levin Indrel
A surge of excitement and relief filled Levin's heart, and it showed in his pale green eyes. His lips parted into a relieved grin, and he nodded, "Thank you, Regna.. thank you." He gushed, then stiffened with surprise at Ragna's offer to make him a blade. It explained why the viking man was looking a bedframe over. Levin just thought he was getting tired and perhaps calculating if the bed would hold him.
What? No, idiot! Why would you think something so stupid? he thought, snorting at himself.
"Ragna.. that's awesome of you to want to make me a blade." He said, eyeing the blade Brian gave him. "My own blade." He murmured to himself, then looked up at Ragna with a subtle gleam in his eyes. "Again, thank you.." he said, grinning a bit before approaching Ragna. "So when do we start training? I'm ready to learn to whoop butt!" He exclaimed as he punched the air, little fist looking pitiful as he did.
For the first time in a long time, Levin felt a fire slowly build in him. Ragna's help would provide some much needed skill for him if he were to prove to not only his comrades, but to himself that he would be a great asset to everyone and that he wasn't baggage. He declared to himself that this day was the day he stopped feeling sorry for himself, and that he was ready to conquer this new life and survive.
Sal (Doc)
Doc awoke with a jerk. He slowly drove a pillow over his head. Another day another quarantine. He thought to himself. He sat up and wiped his face. "Ugh...." he groaned. He looked around this room of his. Blurry as always. He reached for his glasses and lazily put the 9n. Now staring at the room in clear vision he takes in everything, the broken tv, it hadnt worked for a year, his bearded up window. That was his fault for getting made at a game, and he took mental notes on his personly food supply on the left hand side of his room. He got up to check the frigde. "Of course its empty. Dammit." He sighed. Now he had to leave the room. He didnt really like leaving it. He liked to stay by himself and read alot. It wasn't that he was shy. Just awkward. He pondered a bit as he tried to get dressed in a black coat,Jean's, a grey tshirt, and black leather gloves. What was it gonna be like outside. All he ever did this week was sleep in. He hadn't heard word from anyone since this quarantine started. That did worry him a little . Ok it worried him alot, but he wasnt gonna let that stop him was he. He put on his one strap backpack and for the first time in a whole week ,stepped outside. He looked down each side of the empty hall. Weird. You would think more people would be out and about. "H-hello?" Doc called out.
DM POST
As the male left his room behind him, walking into the hallway, he would be able to hear some chatter from a nearby room. He could even remember having met the owners of the room at one point (Sasha and Grace) but didn't really talk much. Some of the lights were blown, leaving stretch's of shadowed areas in between the flickering remaining lights. As his eyes adjust to the difference in lighting, he would see another male come up from the stairwell and has the choice of going over to talk to him or hiding again.
As Grant made his way up the stairs, munching away at his food, he turned his head looking around, searching the dancing shadows for anyone. But all he would have seen in shadows, however he would have heard the call out of hello from down the hall to his right, and the chattering of others inside a room with a slightly ajar door, where light spilled out. He has the option to go search for the voice of hello, or enter the room
Sal (Doc)
"Hello , so hows quarantine going for you my friend?" Doc asks the man coming up the stairs. Seems like there truly are people about so everything is normal. His worries starting to fade as he walks up to the man.
Grant Walker
Grant glanced and then jumped startled. Eyeing the man head to toe, he relaxed afterwards. “Well I was starving, but I just ate. Other than that I saw a body about ten minutes ago.” He said, “they called this thing quarantine?” Grant asked confused. His radio broke the first day and didn’t hear much news. What he heard where the actual so,dies outside the day of the happenings.
Sal (Doc)
Doc had a puzzled look plastered on his face. "Wait, b-body? Is someone hurt. Should I dial nine one one?" "Do you, have a phone because I dont own one." Doc asked kinda embarrassed at the fact he was sorta broke beyond belief at this point."Can you should me the person? Are they still breathing?" Doc asked what seemed like a zillion different questions to this man. "Also while we do that's what's the news around town? I dont own a "working" tv . So I havent been able to see what's going on since this quarantine started." He asked kindly.
Grant Walker
“Hey hey, relax, calm down.” Grant out his hands and motioned him back, “It was a body, not a person. He, or she, is dead.” He looked down and put his hands in his pockets, “your a doctor aren’t you?” He asked as he observed the man once again.
Sal (Doc)
"Ah, no I'm a web/game designer. " "the names Sal, my close friends call me doc tho. To them I'm a doctor to tech heh. " Sal says as he pushes up his falling glasses. "You said there was a dead person. Have you not reported to the police?" Sal asks a bit worried.
Grant Walker
Grant put his forefinger and thumb in the nosepiece of his helmet, “Have you been paying attention to the situation in this town, remotely at all?” He asked somewhat annoyed, “the police are dead, so is basically the rest of town.”
Sal (Doc)
Sal laughs a bit"Ah, you jokester, it's just a tiny little illness . I've been sleeping most of it. The only thing strange I heard was some explosion or car crash in the distance over the course of the week. Though the news of outside, well no because my tv has been broken for quite a while. " Sal pushes his glasses back up and glances at the man. When he sees that the man has a serious face, Sal stops laughing. "You...you are joking right?"
Brian Sweetwater
Brian had been listening to Ragna and Levin talk while trying to understand what the next move would be. He was glad he wouldn't have to lead, but as Ragna said, now was not the time to be a coward or dead weight. He may not be Brian the leader, but he could be Brian the support. He was very happy to see Levin excited about some sort of training, but he was still a little disturbed by the blood soaked window. If this truly was the zombie apocalypse, he would have to read more about it. It may have seemed dumb, but any information they could get, even if it proved to be false, might just help them out. He turned to Ragna and Levin. "I'm heading to the library to look for information. You two wanna come with, or stay here?" Brian was still upset, but he had started to go somewhat numb to the feeling. He didn't feel particularly brave, but he felt a bit less terrified, maybe because his body was starting to adjust to the abrupt changes in the world.
Levin Indrel
Levin's eyes moved to Brian, who finally began to stir. He seemed so lost in thought earlier, maybe more so than Levin usually was. When Brian said he was going to the library, Levin perked up, "Yeah! I have a few personal items I left in a bag at the library I never got to get. I'd like to get them back.." he said, moving over to put on his shoes. "Ya coming, Ragna?" He asked, looking at the viking man then Brian.
Ragna Thomson
Ragna was...indeed smiling as he turned his gaze from the oak bedframe and gazed back at Yeltsin. "You're kinda cute, you know that? The way you get all shy, then explode in excitement". True, warm smiles were rarer than bloody steak, no, no they were rarer than elusive pokemon! To have pulled off such a stunt, to get Ragna to smile the way he smiled at puppies, it was something one may never get to see again. However, with Yeltsin being as small and adorable as he was, he kind of of reminded the Norwegian Blacksmith of a puppy, so perhaps he'd smile more. The smile slowly faded as his sights turned to Brian now, who finally stirred after being silent for so long. "I would say, welcome back to the land of the living..but...." He snickered at his own stupid joke as he casually gestured to the Zombie apocalypse outside, before he'd stand and with a swift kick, he bust part of the bedframe in two, causing nice sized splinters to break off and allow the redheaded Viking enough material for a handle. Plucking the wood off the floor, he hadn't wasted a moment, stuffing them in his backpack and joining beside Levin and Brian. "Yep" His face had fallen flat once more, but he was here for this, ready to visit the library and find out what they could; knowledge was power, and libraries are full of that.
Grant Walker
“I was going up to the roof anyways, it’s best you join me. You’ve really missed it.” Grant walked down the hall, but immediately turned back around realizing he didn’t know where or what he was doing, “you wouldn’t happen to know where to roof exit is? Or at least a big window for viewing?” He asked him as he walked back over.
Sal (Doc)
"Ah, I'm afraid not. I dont normally leave me room. Never had a real reason too. Besides classes. " Sal says as he rubs the back of his head awkwardly. "If I were to guess, the fire escape, or the stairs to the roof door could be at the end of most hallways." He guessed. "I would look out my window but its boarded up. I may of accidentally rage quit a game and threw a controller. " Sal nervously confessed. "So what's your name my friend?" Sal inquired as he pushed up his glasses.
"So what the hell are you saying, Dess? Are you serious about just robbing everyone and getting out of here?" Levin was pacing back and forth, body trembling from being so upset. He and Sadessa had been arguing back and forth about plans, and at this moment he didnt even recognize the woman before him. "Who the hell are you and what did you do with my best friend?! Peter wouldnt want this, Dess! He taught us to work with people, survive and be a community!"
Sadessa's cloudy eyes stared down at him, she clicked her tongue in order to clear her vision, she saw tears streaming down Levin's face. "Things change, Yeltsin.. things change and people change. I changed and there is no turning back what made me change. But I do know one thing, my little pumpkin pie: I am not leaving this God forsaken hellhole without you. You're all I have left! Michael left me, May.. fucking.." Dess choked, the feeling of abandonment began overwhelming her once more. She blinked away her tears then looked back at him.
Levin shook his head, "If you're going to take from these people, I am not going with you. I'm sorry, Sadessa.. I'm going back to the room, keep watch over everything while everyone is out." He said in a monotone voice, turning away from her and walking away.
Sadessa's eyes widened, for a moment she lingered on the feeling of her stomach dropping. Now he is turning his back on her too? Choosing strangers over her like the rest of her group? She ground her teeth together and swung her shotgun, hitting the wall with it causing a loud bang noise, "YOU WILL NOT LEAVE ME TOO! Yeltsin!"
Levin paused a moment, but then continued back to Grace and Sasha's dorm. Once there, he closed the door and sulked over to the table, he climbed upon a chair and grabbed the knife Brian gave him earlier. This isn't you, Dess... why would you do this? Hurt people.. this isn't you.
Sadessa remained in the hall, clutching her shotgun tight in her hand. Her teeth grinding to the point where it hurt, tears threatening to go escape her. She chuckled then, "Well fuck you too, then.." and with that, she began to continue what she was doing earlier. "Fuck this group.. I am figuring this out on my own. I need supplies even if I have to kill every person in this building to get it." She grumbled, going down the hall and tapping on the walls. She found a room, shot the doorknob off and forced her way in. There was a group of people in there, cowering in a corner when they realized this crazy person had a gun. "Your supplies, now." Dess demanded, then watched carefully as they scrambled to get what they had. They gave her a backpack full of food and medicine.
"Its all we have.." one guy said with a shaking voice. "Please dont kill us.."
Sadessa contemplated doing it.. just for the fun of it. But a piece of her was screaming not to. Her lip twitched, and she snagged the bag from him, threw it over her shoulder and jutted her chin over to where he group was. "Corner.."
He nodded his head, throwing his hands up and backing away to the corner. "Please.. please don't." He said as he noticed the girl lift her gun up.
Sadessa growled, then holstered her gun. She turned around and left, kicking the door on her way out. "Ggrrr!!" And with that she continued to raid and threaten, taking what she could so she could get out of there quick and quick she did.
With her gathered supply, she found the nearest staircase and headed towards the first floor. Clicking her tongue, she ran towards the exit. Once there, she passed by two men. One of which was the bat wielder. She glanced at me a moment, then turned her attention towards the red head from earlier. She paused, then cleared her throat. "Needa.. get through there." She said, pointing her chin at the door Sasha was standing by.
Ragna Thorson
Ragna had been patient in his wait as he knew there was not much else he had to do today, nor would he ever if this was truly the zombie apocalypse sprung onto them by this virus unleashed by the Gods know what. Perhaps the Gods did know what and had allowed it to spread as correction to a horrible wrong doing. The male had been squinting at the thought, when such thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a second man who came barreling in through the door and would immediately take to a self loathing sulk towards what had been a table Ragna hadn’t taken notice to earlier, as he had been more entertained with the idea of grouping together and coming up with a tactic to get everyone through this disaster. The lights flickered and the room shook with the explosions outside; Ragna couldn’t begin to fathom how a school of this size hasn’t been hit yet. Clearly this sulking man was distressed about...well about something that had to have just taken place, for he was still quite in his head about it and that was when he recognized him from just minutes ago. “Oh...what happened, sweetheart, did you and crazy Tomb Raider get into a spat?”. The hand extending the Tanto blade would lower and his head would lightly cock off to the left as he’d eyed the man. “Best to not sulk, heavy emotions are horrible for the mind and body, all they do is cloud everything...” Ragna gestured to the surrounding room “And now really isn’t the time to be clouded. Now, I never caught your name”. As he would askew his gaze down to the man, he’d take note of the knife he was holding, looking it over and accessing just exactly what it was and the style of the blade; something that happened quite naturally.
Levin Indrel
Silver/green eyes stayed glued to the table, having lost their emerald hue and faded into a tired, tarnished color. Everything that had been happening as of late took a toll the small man. He was completely unaware of the two other men in the dormroom, mostly because he was too entranced by his racing thoughts to even notice them. It wasn't until one of them spoke, that Levin took full notice of them. "Hm? Excuse me?" He asked, lifting his eyebrow in a confused manner. He had never had anyone call him sweetheart before, let alone another man. It made him feel uncomfortable, and his discomfort was visible by him shifting in his seat and his face turning red.
"Y-yeah uh.." he choked, trying to find his words as he took a moment to look up at the red headed, bearded viking looking man before him, eyeing him and his knife down. He cleared his throat, then sat up straight, "You're right I.. I just tend to overthink." He responded to the large man's words, then cupped his hands together. "I'm Levin.. some people call me Yeltsin. I don't mind either. And you are?" He asked, studying the man before him as the man studied his common military grade blade.
Where did he come from? He looks like he stepped out of a comicon or something. He is unusual looking for this era. And a samurai sword? Really? he thought, noting the intensity in the features of the man. He is almost too handsome to- Wait what the hell am I thinking?! his expression changed with his thought, from a look of wonder to a look of shock at his own self. He blinked a few times, fades greens brightened into a shade of myrtle green, chewing his inner cheek as he waited for the man to answer him.
Ragna Thomson
Between Ragna’s initial greeting and the distressed male’s rude awakening of the other two men, he had sheathed the Tanto blade and lightly grunt in confirmation to the man’s ‘excuse me?’ that he had indeed just spoke. The man had come in with his tail tucked between his legs and it was now clear to see that is where it would stay, and it honestly bewildered Ragna to see such submission in a mentality; Had really just stuttered at him? It was inevitable that a grin would slowly begin to grace his lips and pull his sharp hues back into a predatory gaze. “Yes...it seems you do”. He straightened his cocked gaze and would approach the man holding a hand out. “Ragna, some called me Thor..” His eyes shifted over the one known as Levin and to the blade in his hand, then back up to the man’s face. “Why Yeltsin?”. Ragna would question with his hand still out stretched to the man in almost a formal manner awaiting a shake, but he had really been gesturing for him to hand him the knife, in which he would of course return to the small man, he was just simply curious to take a better look. Perhaps if he got to his friend’s forge, he could make himself and the small one a new blade, as it seemed he would need a good weapon. His downward gaze, obvious over thinking, and nervousness upon speaking...it wouldn’t seem he’d get very far alone, especially so without a weapon that would hold up to continuous abuse and wear, as well as chemical compounds; blood will rust a metal, as would rain water and seltzers, and coming about a time in which this town had bombed and ridiculed until it was only standing on threads. Chemicals were in the air like a morning fog, in the water, and a rampant virus that would do the Gods know what to someone’s blade.
Levin Indrel
Emerald hues, now fueled with uncertainty flickered over to the man's much larger hand that had been extended to him, then up to his face, then down to his hand again. I can see why they call you Thor. he thought, reaching out in assumption that he wanted a hand shake and not his blade. His much smaller hand, more smaller than the adverage woman's, would have been engulfed in Ragna's hand if he so much as chose to entertain Levin's naive gesture. "I am.. from Russian descent and when my friend Dess found that out she began calling me Yeltsin since I.. was so shy I couldnt say my own name and she got tired of naming me after food ." He chuckled nervously, shaking Ragna's hand before withdrawing it and placing it behind his neck.
"Ragna that's.. an interesting name." He commented, not knowing what else to say.
Social situations were hard on Levin, even more so one on one. He had so many questions and yet his words wouldnt come out, only some noises and a nervous chuckle or two. "Sorry I-I am terrible with conversation." He admitted, face still flushed red as he tried to compose himself as he looked down at his knife to avoid eye contact with the strange red head.
Look I know it's hard but you have to learn to talk to people. he thought, brows furrowing together as he did.
Just.. ask him about his choice of weapon. Or.. why he is called Ragna or-i dont know- ask him where he came from? No, no, too personal. Just say something!
"Where did you get your Ragna-Blade! I mean Blade!"
Way to go, Yeltsin ya smooth dog you. he thought as she shrunk into his shoulders.
Ragna Thomson
Ragna would stand witness to this awkward glance exchanging between his face and his hand as this man was seriously trying to depict what exactly he should do, taking his hand or no. “Ah...well..” He really hadn;t expected him to place his hand within his own, but even so he would watch the small delicate hand practically float over his large palm making the Norwegian lad chuckle and close his hand around his. “I wasn’t asking for a hand shake, don’t mistake me for a formal body..I was indicating for the blade” He’d correct the other’s thoughts,though it hadn’t seemed to bother him, as he’d allow for the shake to proceed until the Yeltsin man would withdraw his hand and begin to speak once more, in quiet strokes explaining where he had gotten the nickname that Ragna had inquired about. Yeltsin would certainly fit a Russian background. Ragna slowly nodding and giving a small huff through his nose. “As small and quiet as you are, I would have called you Mouse” He shrugged his broad shoulders forcing his red braid to drop back over his shoulder “Ragna is the ‘nickname’ version of the real word meaning,Hunter, in Norwegian. My Father named me after the phrase,’Hunters Moon’, meaning the biggest and the brightest phase of the moon. Also known as the harvest moon in some places..so, I suppose it’s interesting”. The red haired man would only gesture back to Yeltsin’s blade and lean himself ever so gently back against the table with his arms crossed over his chest and covering the wolf medallion hanging around his neck, raising a sharply arched brow and chuckling. ‘Where did you get your Ragna’ The small one had said, Ragna giving another laugh at how flustered he was, his discomfort truly brought him joy, especially so with his blushing red cheeks.
“I didn’t get it anywhere, I made it. What about yours, did you buy it, make it?”. It was probably just as stupid to ask if this dainty man had made such a blade, as it would be to ask if Ragna shopped at Victoria’s Secret. Gods, how did this man last as long as he had four days in? Perhaps he really had relied on that crazy chick from earlier….his eyes would practically slither off to the right to gaze at the door as if contemplating going out to find that woman; His thoughts would remain on the door until another explosion would go off and tug his attention towards the window.
Levin Indrel
Embarrassed was an understatement for what Levin felt. Everything he had done and said so far made him look like a fool and that only drove him to sink further into his shoulders. At Ragna's mention of calling him a mouse, Levin felt a twinge of anger and shame within him. But then he reevaluated himself, "Yeah.. I guess I am a mouse." He muttered under his breath then.
His eyes flickered to Ragna's hand, his own quickly shoving his blade to the man who wanted it instead of a handshake. At the mention of making his own blade, Levin perked up a bit. Not denying the fact that he was impressed by the craftsmanship. "Its beautiful.. you did great making it." He complimented, albeit meekly. The description of his name intrigued Levin greatly, with that he perked up some and watched as Ragna explained his name. "Cool.." he said, his lips tugged upward into an uncomfortable smile.
At Ragna's question, Levin shook his head, "I cant build weapons even if my life depended on it." Which was ironic in this case. "It will do for now," he added, placing his hands on the table and leaning forward to look down at his blade. "If it breaks I can wield a pretty mean pipe wrench." He beamed some, chuckling at his own self before flinching when another explosion happened. "Shit.." he breathed, clutching his black wife beater firmly as he looked towards the window. "I hope Dess isnt out there.." he said, mostly to himself as he hopped off of the wooden chair and walked over towards the window, passing Brian as he did. He gave Brian a small smile, then tiptoed to peek out the window.
SPLAT!!
"AAAHH!!!" Levin practically threw himself backwards, landing on his backside as he witnessed a decapitated arm slam against the window, sticking to it and sliding down slowly. Leaving a bloody trail behind it. Sickened, Levin began gagging, scuffling to the bathroom and throwing himself to the toilet, throwing up what little food he had to eat that day.
Ragna Thomson
“Mmmm..” His head turned ever so slightly in an uncertain gesture as he had hummed, hesitantly refraining himself, before that hesitation would slip and he’d eye the other male drawn within himself. “A damned man would allow his disadvantages to control him, as it seems you have and you’ve relied on that woman to protect you, whilst also allowing her to control you…” Ragna gave another small shrug. “I’d say you separating yourself from her for this long may have been the first, judging by how truly disgruntled you are, but was also the best thing you could have done..so..” Amidst his speech the man would exchange glances between the blade he was handed and Yeltsin as he’d step away from the table and approach the window. “I wouldn’t stand directly by the wind-..”. Even Ragna would flinch his head back in the sudden surprise. “I…”. Passing the gagging Levin, he would ignore the throws up coming from the bathroom to step up to the blood soaked window now and inspect it. “Holy shit...it’s an arm..” He pointed at the window and turn to look at Brian, then turned facing the bathroom. “No worries, Yeltsin, it’s just an arm, they could have survived…”. Ragna peeked out the window, and what he saw; The redheaded Viking male was at a loss for words. Scattered across the concrete weren’t only corpses, but….walking corpses, roaming some of the far off streets with missing limbs, pus pooled eye sockets, protruding bones, maggot infested holes, and so much more that really struck home for a second.
This was it, the literal end, the world would never be the same after this; If there was ever going to BE an after. So why did this both excite and actually scare Ragna!? Is this falling world he could be exactly as he pleased, he no longer was held at the neck by the restrictions of a risen society. Yet there would be no world to be that self, but what exactly was the difference between then and now? Walking corpses you’ll need to fight from time to time, but everyone still had their knowledge, still had themselves, if people were smart they could live through this as if nothing was going on in the outside world. Ragna had been staring off into space for the last few moments, minutes even trying to depict exactly how this would all go down. Something had been bubbling up in his chest and he couldn’t help but bring a hand to rub across his firm chest knocking against the wolven medallion.
Levin Indrel
A few coughs in, and then a few spits before Levin got up off of his knees. He heard Ragna's voice announce something, but the ringing in his head caused by adrenaline made it hard to decipher what had been said. He cleared his throat, washed his mouth out with water from the tub then went out to meet up with Ragna.
His eyes moved with the arm that was finally sliding down the pane, out of sight. "Shit.." he breathed, covering his mouth with his hand as he shook his head. He couldn't believe it, what happened? How did everything go to hell so suddenly? It discouraged him, made him feel like this would just make things worse for someone like him. The old world was hard enough, this world would eat him alive. Not a night went by where he stayed up and feared for the worse. Boom!! yes another explosion shook the building, causing him to jump in his place.
Was the militia fucking with them? Fucking blow this place to hell already! Get us out of our damn misery and quit fucking with us!! he demanded in his mind, his body visibly shaking from anger.
"What... will happen to us now?" He asked, mostly to himself but hoped Ragna had an answer because he sure the hell didn't. He looked down, mind wandering from one end of his brain to another. "Will we survive this..?"
Ragna Thomson
The skies fogged into a reddish glow with the sun trapped behind the ever growing smog choking the sky and gagging her of any clarity; This may have been what upset Ragna the most. As stoic as he can be, and as cold as he may come off...he still truly loved nature, all his people did back home. Nature was everything, it was life, it was the never ending cycle of life and death; rebirth and ever growing, but this this was a bastardization to all of that. Whatever it had been that broke through his haze, he was happy it did, perhaps the sound of the small male treading back into the Main Room and standing there a moment, just radiating a halo of wrath that Ragna could only sigh at and actively nod along to. He understand that rage, but it was the uncertainty that was new to him. Ragna's green hues casted from the window to float over and beach themselves upon Yeltsin once more, steadying himself with a calming breath as the school was rocked once more with an invasive BOOM. "That shouldn't even be a question..." A stern solidarity of certainty laced his tone as if he had just sloshed away the negative thoughts and held his head high once more. "We will survive, and we will do so without greed or stupidity because, those are just two of the main reasons people do not survive situations like this..". A gaze shifted between Yeltsin and Brian. "Stupidity, Greed, and dead weight" He now settled his sights back on the small man. "You don't have to be some fighting champion or solider to make it through this. You just need confidence, patience, and some training to protect yourself. We can use this virus to our advantage, because Zombies are mindless, they have no strategy, they are decaying meat you can knock around and all they can do is growl and come at you the same way they just had. Predictable and easily killed. We all know removing the head or shooting it..damaging it beyond repair is how you kill a Zombie. So as long as we are smart, we can do this".
Levin Indrel
Thin lips pursed in, as once again his restless mind wandered from one worry to another. Ragna's words were rough, but Levin couldnt deny the truth behind such harshness. He had thought about training in hand to hand combat, but his confidence in himself wavered greatly each time he was reminded of his size.
"Would.. you teach me?" He asked, staring up at the tall, broad viking before him. His voice hinted some insecurity, but his eyes showed some determination. And mostly, he was determined to learn. "I dont want to be a burden to anyone, to my group. I don't want to be baggage or.. anything of that nature. I want to survive too.. I want to survive too.." his voice quieted upon his repeating of his words, his shoulders sunk as well.
Having lived all of his life challenged with regular life, Levin faced every day with a sense of insignificance. But, he grew tired of that liquid doubt putting out his fire of confidence. It was not the time to feel sorry for himself, it was the time to push himself harder than he ever had. His shoulders straightened, his chin lifted and his brows furrowed tight as he stared at the blood smeared on the window.
Grant Walker
Grant looks up and around on the third floor, he wanted to possibly get to the roof to look around, but decided to explore this floor first. He took a coin from his pocket and flipped it, heads, he would turn right and make his way around.
Ragna Thomson
There was a time to be harsh, and a time to be honest, and now was the time to be honest. Being harsh and putting one down for any reason would be the down fall of one's self and capability to survive. One's survival chances drops lower than bedrock when one's confidence is stripped, and that's not what Ragna was here to do. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind and no hesitation from the Viking, as he'd nod to Yeltsin and eye him over. Noting the repeating of his own words, his sinking confidence in himself, as if surviving was just not something he had thought he could do; well clearly. Ragna nodded without hesitation and would glance around the room for any materials he could possibly forge with the nuts and bolts in his pocket. He had enough for a decent sized blade, and he could make a polished wooden handle from any mahogany furniture, or perhaps even Oak, his eyes scanning for such materials as he'd speak. "Without a doubt, Yeltsin" His vivid green hues eyeing the bed frame as he'd approach and grab the bottom of the bed stand and lightly knelt down as he'd lift it a few inches off the floor to inspect if the stand had been wood; For most bed frames are made of wood, being cheaper for collages to replicate identical beds within dorms. "I will make you your own knife, customize it to your hand size, grip, and weight balance..." His free left hand gingerly moved over the bed frame as he spoke. "And you can keep the one you have already, I just suggest one more adept to yourself, and trust me when I say, you'll notice the difference".
Levin Indrel
A surge of excitement and relief filled Levin's heart, and it showed in his pale green eyes. His lips parted into a relieved grin, and he nodded, "Thank you, Regna.. thank you." He gushed, then stiffened with surprise at Ragna's offer to make him a blade. It explained why the viking man was looking a bedframe over. Levin just thought he was getting tired and perhaps calculating if the bed would hold him.
What? No, idiot! Why would you think something so stupid? he thought, snorting at himself.
"Ragna.. that's awesome of you to want to make me a blade." He said, eyeing the blade Brian gave him. "My own blade." He murmured to himself, then looked up at Ragna with a subtle gleam in his eyes. "Again, thank you.." he said, grinning a bit before approaching Ragna. "So when do we start training? I'm ready to learn to whoop butt!" He exclaimed as he punched the air, little fist looking pitiful as he did.
For the first time in a long time, Levin felt a fire slowly build in him. Ragna's help would provide some much needed skill for him if he were to prove to not only his comrades, but to himself that he would be a great asset to everyone and that he wasn't baggage. He declared to himself that this day was the day he stopped feeling sorry for himself, and that he was ready to conquer this new life and survive.
Sal (Doc)
Doc awoke with a jerk. He slowly drove a pillow over his head. Another day another quarantine. He thought to himself. He sat up and wiped his face. "Ugh...." he groaned. He looked around this room of his. Blurry as always. He reached for his glasses and lazily put the 9n. Now staring at the room in clear vision he takes in everything, the broken tv, it hadnt worked for a year, his bearded up window. That was his fault for getting made at a game, and he took mental notes on his personly food supply on the left hand side of his room. He got up to check the frigde. "Of course its empty. Dammit." He sighed. Now he had to leave the room. He didnt really like leaving it. He liked to stay by himself and read alot. It wasn't that he was shy. Just awkward. He pondered a bit as he tried to get dressed in a black coat,Jean's, a grey tshirt, and black leather gloves. What was it gonna be like outside. All he ever did this week was sleep in. He hadn't heard word from anyone since this quarantine started. That did worry him a little . Ok it worried him alot, but he wasnt gonna let that stop him was he. He put on his one strap backpack and for the first time in a whole week ,stepped outside. He looked down each side of the empty hall. Weird. You would think more people would be out and about. "H-hello?" Doc called out.
DM POST
As the male left his room behind him, walking into the hallway, he would be able to hear some chatter from a nearby room. He could even remember having met the owners of the room at one point (Sasha and Grace) but didn't really talk much. Some of the lights were blown, leaving stretch's of shadowed areas in between the flickering remaining lights. As his eyes adjust to the difference in lighting, he would see another male come up from the stairwell and has the choice of going over to talk to him or hiding again.
As Grant made his way up the stairs, munching away at his food, he turned his head looking around, searching the dancing shadows for anyone. But all he would have seen in shadows, however he would have heard the call out of hello from down the hall to his right, and the chattering of others inside a room with a slightly ajar door, where light spilled out. He has the option to go search for the voice of hello, or enter the room
Sal (Doc)
"Hello , so hows quarantine going for you my friend?" Doc asks the man coming up the stairs. Seems like there truly are people about so everything is normal. His worries starting to fade as he walks up to the man.
Grant Walker
Grant glanced and then jumped startled. Eyeing the man head to toe, he relaxed afterwards. “Well I was starving, but I just ate. Other than that I saw a body about ten minutes ago.” He said, “they called this thing quarantine?” Grant asked confused. His radio broke the first day and didn’t hear much news. What he heard where the actual so,dies outside the day of the happenings.
Sal (Doc)
Doc had a puzzled look plastered on his face. "Wait, b-body? Is someone hurt. Should I dial nine one one?" "Do you, have a phone because I dont own one." Doc asked kinda embarrassed at the fact he was sorta broke beyond belief at this point."Can you should me the person? Are they still breathing?" Doc asked what seemed like a zillion different questions to this man. "Also while we do that's what's the news around town? I dont own a "working" tv . So I havent been able to see what's going on since this quarantine started." He asked kindly.
Grant Walker
“Hey hey, relax, calm down.” Grant out his hands and motioned him back, “It was a body, not a person. He, or she, is dead.” He looked down and put his hands in his pockets, “your a doctor aren’t you?” He asked as he observed the man once again.
Sal (Doc)
"Ah, no I'm a web/game designer. " "the names Sal, my close friends call me doc tho. To them I'm a doctor to tech heh. " Sal says as he pushes up his falling glasses. "You said there was a dead person. Have you not reported to the police?" Sal asks a bit worried.
Grant Walker
Grant put his forefinger and thumb in the nosepiece of his helmet, “Have you been paying attention to the situation in this town, remotely at all?” He asked somewhat annoyed, “the police are dead, so is basically the rest of town.”
Sal (Doc)
Sal laughs a bit"Ah, you jokester, it's just a tiny little illness . I've been sleeping most of it. The only thing strange I heard was some explosion or car crash in the distance over the course of the week. Though the news of outside, well no because my tv has been broken for quite a while. " Sal pushes his glasses back up and glances at the man. When he sees that the man has a serious face, Sal stops laughing. "You...you are joking right?"
Brian Sweetwater
Brian had been listening to Ragna and Levin talk while trying to understand what the next move would be. He was glad he wouldn't have to lead, but as Ragna said, now was not the time to be a coward or dead weight. He may not be Brian the leader, but he could be Brian the support. He was very happy to see Levin excited about some sort of training, but he was still a little disturbed by the blood soaked window. If this truly was the zombie apocalypse, he would have to read more about it. It may have seemed dumb, but any information they could get, even if it proved to be false, might just help them out. He turned to Ragna and Levin. "I'm heading to the library to look for information. You two wanna come with, or stay here?" Brian was still upset, but he had started to go somewhat numb to the feeling. He didn't feel particularly brave, but he felt a bit less terrified, maybe because his body was starting to adjust to the abrupt changes in the world.
Levin Indrel
Levin's eyes moved to Brian, who finally began to stir. He seemed so lost in thought earlier, maybe more so than Levin usually was. When Brian said he was going to the library, Levin perked up, "Yeah! I have a few personal items I left in a bag at the library I never got to get. I'd like to get them back.." he said, moving over to put on his shoes. "Ya coming, Ragna?" He asked, looking at the viking man then Brian.
Ragna Thomson
Ragna was...indeed smiling as he turned his gaze from the oak bedframe and gazed back at Yeltsin. "You're kinda cute, you know that? The way you get all shy, then explode in excitement". True, warm smiles were rarer than bloody steak, no, no they were rarer than elusive pokemon! To have pulled off such a stunt, to get Ragna to smile the way he smiled at puppies, it was something one may never get to see again. However, with Yeltsin being as small and adorable as he was, he kind of of reminded the Norwegian Blacksmith of a puppy, so perhaps he'd smile more. The smile slowly faded as his sights turned to Brian now, who finally stirred after being silent for so long. "I would say, welcome back to the land of the living..but...." He snickered at his own stupid joke as he casually gestured to the Zombie apocalypse outside, before he'd stand and with a swift kick, he bust part of the bedframe in two, causing nice sized splinters to break off and allow the redheaded Viking enough material for a handle. Plucking the wood off the floor, he hadn't wasted a moment, stuffing them in his backpack and joining beside Levin and Brian. "Yep" His face had fallen flat once more, but he was here for this, ready to visit the library and find out what they could; knowledge was power, and libraries are full of that.
Grant Walker
“I was going up to the roof anyways, it’s best you join me. You’ve really missed it.” Grant walked down the hall, but immediately turned back around realizing he didn’t know where or what he was doing, “you wouldn’t happen to know where to roof exit is? Or at least a big window for viewing?” He asked him as he walked back over.
Sal (Doc)
"Ah, I'm afraid not. I dont normally leave me room. Never had a real reason too. Besides classes. " Sal says as he rubs the back of his head awkwardly. "If I were to guess, the fire escape, or the stairs to the roof door could be at the end of most hallways." He guessed. "I would look out my window but its boarded up. I may of accidentally rage quit a game and threw a controller. " Sal nervously confessed. "So what's your name my friend?" Sal inquired as he pushed up his glasses.
Grant Walker
“Grant, and you are?” He asked as he took a few steps here and there to see if there were any stairwells beside the one he took visible. As he spotted one, he gestured for his acquaintance to follow, “walk with me.”
Sal (Doc)
Sal shrugged and began to walk with Grant. "The names Sal. Close friends call me doc. I'm a tech junkie. " He exclaimed proudly. "So you said I "missed" alot. What exactly could I have missed. It's just few tests afterall. Cant harm my grade that bad."
Grace Gibson
Grace let out a gasp as she nearly fell over but collected herself, taking a look at the motion the bots had registered that was now visible on the iPad. She saw two figures on the screen, one of them appearing to have quite a lot of blood on him and she frowned a little, fear grasping her heart and clutching it tightly.
"Are those...." She dropped her voice to a soft whisper before she continued speaking. "...zombies?" She asked, her attention now fully on the screen. She witnessed the two figures as they moved about and listened closely to try and hear what noises they made. Having never seen a real zombie up close, it was hard to tell what they'd behave like and which noises they made. Eventually, she heard voices and the two seemed to be rather alive, based on their behavior. She looked over at James and shook her head, as if to say they were not zombies, before gesturing at the gun underneath her sweater and tilting her head. Did she have to take it?
James Ramirez
James studies the two figures who were talking, shifting uncomfortably he starts to shake his head at her when she asked silently about her handgun, putting the iPad in the large pouch on his vest on the back. He whispers "I'll go first, be ready in case they attack." He told her the plan as he began to head up the stairs to make himself known first.
As the man stepped onto the next floor with the others he called out "hey, you two alright? Thats a awful lot of blood." He spoke as he kept his shotgun lowered but finger hovering the trigger just in case. The green and tan outfitted man looked to the two other people, around him two white spider drones rested on the walls
Grant Walker
Grant looked down at his attire and then back at the voice behind him, “I’m fine, you two should have seen the other guys.” He said jokingly, “I was just about to show Sal here the roof to explain what has been happening.” He spun his entire body around the meet them, the blood on his body mainly focused around the cuffs of his coat and the bottom of the jacket, with some splattered on the chest plate of his armor. “Please, drop the gun...” Grant said in a low tone and gestured with his hand.
DM POST
The sun seemed to slowly but steadily sink towards the earth as the night fell. It took the light and it's warmth with it, leaving nothing behind but chilly air underneath a pink sky. The pink was deep and dark, as if colored by the blood that had splattered on walls and floors that day. The moon was visible amidst it, surrounded by a few clouds that seemed to try and comfort it after the horrors it had to witness. Everything about the sight seemed to tell the people of Clarey that this was no ordinary night, and the chill felt almost like freezing even though the summer hadn't officially ended.
Streets became quiet as a lot of the survivors found their way inside of buildings. Some returned home while others tried to seek the safest location and they placed bets on any buildings that had a lot of doors they were able to lock and didn't have a lot of windows. Others even hid in public bathrooms, choosing the stall that was reserved for the disabled and turning it into their own miniature bunker. Lights were turned off indoors if they were visible beyond curtains and sounds faded in the distance. The town came to a halt, as if someone had grabbed a remote and pressed pause. Soon, little sign of the living was seen except for a few that remained outdoors. Those were either utter fools or perhaps, if they were lucky they were smart enough to know what they were doing.
While the temperature experienced a strong drop along with the hope of survivors, other things seemed to rise. One of them was panic amongst the town's people now that the first zombies had been seen, the others were the bodies of those that had fallen or fought a losing battle. Eyes that had been deemed to be closed forever were now opening with all life sucked out of them, as if someone had placed a blurry filter over their iris. Movements were wooden and slow, no energy remaining in the flesh of the ones that slowly stood up from their resting place.
Those that had been bitten that very morning went from bad to worse, their fevers reaching a point of no return as they met their own demise. After that, they too opened their eyes and slowly stood up. More would come to stand as time progressed, rising over night and resurrected as walkers. None were left dead except for those that had bullets in their brain and those who's heads had been severed. Others walked and were doomed to live a life of walking until a weapon ended their sickening afterlife. Until then, they'd only have a single goal. Food, or more specifically the flesh of the fresh and the living.
The bodies of the deceased, some with bullets draining their vessels, stood in a collective army of undead that was spreaded over town and for a moment, neither of them moved besides tilting their head upwards and staring at the sky. For a minute it seemed like that was all they would do but soon, their heads snapped back to their usual position and they started walking, albeit slowly. Each one of them wandered around, some of them finding others and joining them as they formed small hordes before they proceeded to wander aimlessly.
Where the leader of the horde would walk, others would follow and while initially, most hordes consisted of no more than 4 or 5 zombies, they soon grew in numbers until a few of them had twenty if not more. It was a terrible and fright inducing sight that made it clear that Clarey town was lost. It wasn't safe anymore and people would best remain indoors. At least they would if they were aware of it, which most weren't yet... Only one thing was clear as the first newly turned attacked the living here and there: Those that weren't aware yet would soon learn. There was no chance of escaping now.
Grace Gibson
As soon as James gestured for her to keep her gun where it was, she visibly relaxed and did as he asked. She let him go ahead and lead, following closely behind him as they reached the two others. She listened to the explanation of the man and quickly glanced over him, checking him for injuries as far as she could see. There seemed to be no clear ones and the blood he had on him seemed to be coming from enemies rather than himself.
She moved a bit closer and proceeded until she stood next to James before offering him a warm smile.
"Hi, I'm Grace. Sorry but we're in a bit of a hurry, we're going to get some coffee before the night comes. I just came to get my shoes as I actually live on this floor." She said before passing the two and moving towards her apartment. It wasn't that she didn't wish to get to know the two men, in fact she would've stopped to chat if it weren't for the sky quickly darkening outside. Aside from that, she knew about James that he didn't like groups and that he would prefer to stick to just the two of them if he could. Grace tried her best to respect that.
"The roof is smart." She added as she paused and turned back to them for a moment. "But I advise you to find a room to sleep in for the night. It isn't safe out there and I have a feeling that at night, it'll be even harder to spot those creatures." She said, then moving to her apartment and opening the door, which caused her to freeze and stare in mild shock at the sight of it being empty. There was no Levin, no Brian... Nobody, even though she was sure that Brian had led a group there. What happened?
"They're gone... they're all gone." She exclaimed before reaching for her sneakers that were right behind the door and quickly putting them on. If she needed any time to process that, she didn't show it as she simply turned back to James. "Oh boy, Sasha will be pissed." She remarked, which was the last thing she said before heading back to the stairs.
James Ramirez
"..I dont like being unarmed, I aint gonna drop the drop but I'll let you know im not looking for trouble." James told the man after he was told to drop the firearm, keeping his eyes on the man and shifting softly on his footing. "You're covered in blood and armor, im just protecting my friend." James spoke hoping the man understood, the two drones on the wall around James watched Grant and let out little beeps in code.
As Grace ran past him and moved to enter what he assumes was her apartment but he was paranoid none the less, moving a little to be closer to the door and asking "got what you need?" As he watched the other man cautiously. As she turned to talk to him and informed him once more about this Sasha he raised an eyebrow before jogging toward the stairs following her. "Its getting dark.." he spoke as he checked his watch.
Grace Gibson
"I think so." She replied to James as he asked if she had everything she needed. She could think of some more things, especially clothes if she wanted to stay at Jake's apartment that night. At the same time, she didn't want to stall any longer than she had to and she figured that she could wear a lot of Jake's clothes so she wasn't too worried about it. Other things she wanted were photographs and for a moment she paused before turning on her heel and running back into the apartment, this time entering without a second thought and making her way into her bedroom.
Once there, she walked to her desk and grabbed the picture of her brother she had hanging on the wall above it before making her way to her bed herself and grabbing the stuffed animal, which she tucked into the pocket of the sweater as far as she could so that only some of the plush was visible in it. Lastly she decided to take another pair of sweatpants, some underwear and a few shirts which she took in her arms before she made her way back out of the apartment, this time truly ready to go.
"Now I have everything." She claimed, leaning over to look at his watch as well before frowning a little. "May...maybe we shouldn't go out?" She said, her voice unable to hide her fear and worry. She grabbed her phone while stepping on the first step downstairs and opened the conversation with Sasha, shooting her a quick text.
"Just got back to our apartment. Levin and Brian are gone, it's fully empty. I took some clothes and other things I needed and will drop them off at Jake's. I was planning to get coffee after that but don't worry, I'm not going alone. How is the situation out there?"
She hit sent, then looked up at James to see if he'd come along.
James Ramirez
James waited patiently for her to be done, though he took note of how she seemed to just kept barging in and out of rooms, concern crosses the young man's face as he comments "we should probably bunker down honestly and go out when the sun is first rising so that way we don't get caught without a fight." He comments, remembering his roomate. A shiver ran down his spine as he says "I'll carry something if you need me to." He tells her with worry while he starts to follow her toward ths staircase, keep an eye on the man to their right in the hallway.
His shotgun was lowered to the floor showing no signs of hostility, his drones were following his every move as he began down the stairs with her. "Also stop rushing ahead, what if someone attacks you before I can get there?" He brought up his concerns.
Grant Walker
"Id day in my professional opinon, this man is right. In case whatever is outside is still outside." Grant said, "The body was fairly mauled" he shivered at the thought of it again.
Grant patted his messenger bag, remembering the water bottle he had gotten from the kitchen. "Theres a possibility that there could be coffee downstairs in the kitchen, if not my apartment is across the street and maybe find some there?" He threw the suggestion in the air
Grace Gibson
It probably was a weird sight to see. Grace turned on the step of the stairs she was standing on so she could face James and the other man, who seemed to agree with what James was saying. She didn't seem too concerned about things though, nor did she seem to be feeling a lot of fear in that moment. Instead, she had a relaxed smile on her face and her arms full of stuff like there was absolutely nothing going on. It was hard to tell what exactly had caused that expression especially as it seemed to come to her just that moment, perhaps due to the stranger saying that the body was fairly mauled, as if he wasn't talking about one of her best friends in the world.
"Oh! You're probably right!" She exclaimed while she shifted her body weight from one foot to another. "Indoors should be safe yes? I think it's safe. I also think we could get coffee? It isn't across the street though, it's on campus itself. I thought I saw that the coffee shop was still open but maybe they do indeed have coffee in the kitchen, we should totally check if they-" She rambled, turning again and this time nearly skipping down the stairs with a clear plan in mind. Kitchen, to see if there was coffee there.
At last she heard James' concerns, which made her stop again as she was a few steps lower. If someone attacked her before he could get there? Who would attack her, especially in here?
"Attack.. me?" She asked, eyes widening lightly as she stared at him with a mild expression of shock. "You think... you think someone will attack us? But why?"
James Ramirez
"Appreciate it.. armored guy, my roomate also attacked me so whatever this is. It's dangerous." James said with a nod toward Grant, starting after Grace again saying "the kitchen may be filled with possible danger but we can take that one step at a time, thanks man." He said as he followed grace before she stopped to look at them.
"Because it seems people are being attacked pretty commonly, you almost seemed prepared for such a thing when we first met.. out of the two of us.. you're an easier target not wearing all the gear like I am, and if you keep rushing they just might which is what im worried about.."
Grant Walker
“I was downstairs in the kitchen two minutes ago, there shouldn’t be anything down their of harm.” Grant said as he pointed down, “plus, who from the outside could make it in without an access card. I don’t think anyone would try to jump one of you.”
He paused for a moment and thought about his words, “I forgot about this...” Grant pulled the access card from the body out of his messenger bag, showing it to them, “you don’t suppose I could keep this?”
Sal (Doc)
While Doc watched everything unfold. He felt like everything was fast forwarding. Eventually he just said screw it and backed away I to his dorm room without being noticed, and locked the door. "What the bloody hell is goin on!" He asked himself . He sat down and hugged his knees." Why is everyone bloody . With weapons, is it the damn purge out there!"
Grace Gibson
She heard James out as he spoke of possible dangers in the kitchen but her mind was elsewhere, not thinking about what it had witnessed in the past days and thinking of the kitchen as the place where she'd had so much fun in the past. The entire dorms building was a place where she had fun and it was hard for her to consider that it wasn't safe anymore. The dorms were her home as she only went to her brother's apartment over summer or during holidays, and even Christmas and Easter she'd been spending at the dorms before. It really wasn't unusual for her, so seeing it as anything but a home was.
"See?" She asked James after listening to the other, who'd apparently been to the kitchen very recently. "He says there's probably nothing there and that it should be safe. And he is right about the access card too! Nothing to worry about, it seems." She said, brushing off the concerns. She wasn't trying to be rude to him, she just refused to let her mind wander to the bad things. Slowly but surely she felt as if she was watching what was happening from a distance and like she wasn't really standing there. If one didn't know any better, one would think she was running on some sort of automatic pilot.
"So coffee, we're going to get coffee." She concluded in absolute joy, her smile widening now that the goal had been determined and anything that could've kept her from the goal had been removed. Things would be easy from here and nobody would attack her inside the dorms, of that she was sure.
She was stopped in her tracks once more as the stranger held up a student ID that he seemed to have found somewhere. Her mind screamed for her to dismiss it but her gaze zoomed in on the picture. Staring back at her with his widest smile was Jake and it felt like a punch in the gut and a stab in the heart at the very same second. Jake, her Jake... Her friend and her companion, the one she'd cared about so much. For a moment, time seemed to stand still and she appeared lost in thought.
"Oh that? You can keep it. He won't need it anymore." She spoke seconds later, her voice light and seemingly unaffected by what she'd just seen. She sounded just as joyful as she had before he'd shown her the ID and nothing seemed to be amiss.... at least not until one looked at her eyes, which had lost the lights of excitement and bliss they normally held like someone had flipped the switch and turned them off.
She didn't get the chance to move beyond that as soon, her pocket vibrated harshly and pulled her attention to her phone, which she pulled out before swiping the green icon to the right.
"Hello, this is Grace?" She asked, not having registered who it was that was calling her.
James Ramirez
James felt his own punch to the gut as she practically ignored his warning, a frown crossing his face as her lets out a slow stressed sigh. He just wanted to lay low and avoid issues.. now she was being encouraged to continue to be reckless. It made the prepper feel as if his previous worries to her he spoke about meant nothing.
He looked over as the man spoke about the ID and took note of the name as the man Grace had spoken about, frowning more saying "just.. don't go flashing it around but thanks for telling us that you aren't a student." He said clearly on edge about the whole thing. Looking back to grace he would go to say something and noticed the look in her eyes feeling his heart drop.
"Fine.. we can get coffee but afterwards we bunker down." He folded starting to follow her before she was answering her phone.. God damnit.
Grant Walker
Grant pocketed the ID back into his messenger bag. The confirmation between the two were mixed and had confused him. “Hey Sal, you wanna come-“ he cut himself off as he turned to the empty space besides him, “Sal where did you go?” He asked in hopes of his reply.
Grant walked along the hallway checking doors to find Sal, “hey I’m sorry if I was a bit hostile back there.” Grant said again, “Me and these two students are gonna get coffee in the kitchen, your welcome to join us.”
Sal (Doc)
Sal stayed quiet, but then asked"only if you tell me what the hell is goin on!"(c)
"Why is everyone bloody, with weapons? The hell is happening? I demand an answer before I decide on anything else. For all I know you were about to kill me up on the roof . So I demand a answer, please!" Sal yelled while trying to blockade the door.
Grace Gibson
She barely noticed how what she said was affecting him. That was until he looked back at her and into her eyes. His words said that he was giving in and following along with what she was choosing but his body language seemed to speak different volumes on it's own. His frown got to her, but more importantly the stressed sigh he'd let out. It wasn't fair of her to put this on him and even though her mind was getting rather foggy and blurry, she could tell that putting him through this was making him suffer and that he didn't believe the joy in her voice.
A small nod was given towards the one that pocketed the ID and it was mainly in gratitude. If she was being honest, it had also been a matter or attempt to say goodbye but the male turned around and started looking for the other, who she thought was probably his friend. As the friend replied, she focused on what she could hear and most of it were questions. Even though she couldn't make out every word, she could notice the hint of panic and worry in the guy's voice and it seemed that if they were friends, there wasn't a very big amount of trust established between them yet.
Her own focus moved back to her phone and she listened to the voice that finally came through from the other end, speaking out above the screams and gunfire on the background even though the voice was shaky and the person seemed to be very scared and worried.
Xena? She was at the coffee shop? People were screaming and there was blood? The information that came rushing in and was given to her by the freshmen she'd taken under her wings hit her like a bullet to the chest. It was a bomb of worry that shook her to her very core and mindlessly, she moved to do the only thing she could think of doing.
"Stay there, I'm coming for you. Do you hear me? I'm coming to get you!" She claimed on the phone, only adding the part of where she'd die trying if she had to in her mind. The items that she was holding in her arms were promptly dropped on the floor without a second thought and her eyes snapped up at James to gauge his response. She didn't give him much of an opportunity to respond though, and instead she turned and bolted down the stairs, aiming to reach the main entrance of the dorms as soon as she could.
"I need to go get her. She needs me. I'm sorry." She rambled and brought out, tears appearing in her eyes and running down her cheeks as she moved away from James. With every step she took, her heart was hurting more and she felt utterly torn between him and Xena. It was the knowledge that he could take care of himself and survive until she got back that ultimately pushed her to have her mind set on saving Xena.
“Grant, and you are?” He asked as he took a few steps here and there to see if there were any stairwells beside the one he took visible. As he spotted one, he gestured for his acquaintance to follow, “walk with me.”
Sal (Doc)
Sal shrugged and began to walk with Grant. "The names Sal. Close friends call me doc. I'm a tech junkie. " He exclaimed proudly. "So you said I "missed" alot. What exactly could I have missed. It's just few tests afterall. Cant harm my grade that bad."
Grace Gibson
Grace let out a gasp as she nearly fell over but collected herself, taking a look at the motion the bots had registered that was now visible on the iPad. She saw two figures on the screen, one of them appearing to have quite a lot of blood on him and she frowned a little, fear grasping her heart and clutching it tightly.
"Are those...." She dropped her voice to a soft whisper before she continued speaking. "...zombies?" She asked, her attention now fully on the screen. She witnessed the two figures as they moved about and listened closely to try and hear what noises they made. Having never seen a real zombie up close, it was hard to tell what they'd behave like and which noises they made. Eventually, she heard voices and the two seemed to be rather alive, based on their behavior. She looked over at James and shook her head, as if to say they were not zombies, before gesturing at the gun underneath her sweater and tilting her head. Did she have to take it?
James Ramirez
James studies the two figures who were talking, shifting uncomfortably he starts to shake his head at her when she asked silently about her handgun, putting the iPad in the large pouch on his vest on the back. He whispers "I'll go first, be ready in case they attack." He told her the plan as he began to head up the stairs to make himself known first.
As the man stepped onto the next floor with the others he called out "hey, you two alright? Thats a awful lot of blood." He spoke as he kept his shotgun lowered but finger hovering the trigger just in case. The green and tan outfitted man looked to the two other people, around him two white spider drones rested on the walls
Grant Walker
Grant looked down at his attire and then back at the voice behind him, “I’m fine, you two should have seen the other guys.” He said jokingly, “I was just about to show Sal here the roof to explain what has been happening.” He spun his entire body around the meet them, the blood on his body mainly focused around the cuffs of his coat and the bottom of the jacket, with some splattered on the chest plate of his armor. “Please, drop the gun...” Grant said in a low tone and gestured with his hand.
DM POST
The sun seemed to slowly but steadily sink towards the earth as the night fell. It took the light and it's warmth with it, leaving nothing behind but chilly air underneath a pink sky. The pink was deep and dark, as if colored by the blood that had splattered on walls and floors that day. The moon was visible amidst it, surrounded by a few clouds that seemed to try and comfort it after the horrors it had to witness. Everything about the sight seemed to tell the people of Clarey that this was no ordinary night, and the chill felt almost like freezing even though the summer hadn't officially ended.
Streets became quiet as a lot of the survivors found their way inside of buildings. Some returned home while others tried to seek the safest location and they placed bets on any buildings that had a lot of doors they were able to lock and didn't have a lot of windows. Others even hid in public bathrooms, choosing the stall that was reserved for the disabled and turning it into their own miniature bunker. Lights were turned off indoors if they were visible beyond curtains and sounds faded in the distance. The town came to a halt, as if someone had grabbed a remote and pressed pause. Soon, little sign of the living was seen except for a few that remained outdoors. Those were either utter fools or perhaps, if they were lucky they were smart enough to know what they were doing.
While the temperature experienced a strong drop along with the hope of survivors, other things seemed to rise. One of them was panic amongst the town's people now that the first zombies had been seen, the others were the bodies of those that had fallen or fought a losing battle. Eyes that had been deemed to be closed forever were now opening with all life sucked out of them, as if someone had placed a blurry filter over their iris. Movements were wooden and slow, no energy remaining in the flesh of the ones that slowly stood up from their resting place.
Those that had been bitten that very morning went from bad to worse, their fevers reaching a point of no return as they met their own demise. After that, they too opened their eyes and slowly stood up. More would come to stand as time progressed, rising over night and resurrected as walkers. None were left dead except for those that had bullets in their brain and those who's heads had been severed. Others walked and were doomed to live a life of walking until a weapon ended their sickening afterlife. Until then, they'd only have a single goal. Food, or more specifically the flesh of the fresh and the living.
The bodies of the deceased, some with bullets draining their vessels, stood in a collective army of undead that was spreaded over town and for a moment, neither of them moved besides tilting their head upwards and staring at the sky. For a minute it seemed like that was all they would do but soon, their heads snapped back to their usual position and they started walking, albeit slowly. Each one of them wandered around, some of them finding others and joining them as they formed small hordes before they proceeded to wander aimlessly.
Where the leader of the horde would walk, others would follow and while initially, most hordes consisted of no more than 4 or 5 zombies, they soon grew in numbers until a few of them had twenty if not more. It was a terrible and fright inducing sight that made it clear that Clarey town was lost. It wasn't safe anymore and people would best remain indoors. At least they would if they were aware of it, which most weren't yet... Only one thing was clear as the first newly turned attacked the living here and there: Those that weren't aware yet would soon learn. There was no chance of escaping now.
Grace Gibson
As soon as James gestured for her to keep her gun where it was, she visibly relaxed and did as he asked. She let him go ahead and lead, following closely behind him as they reached the two others. She listened to the explanation of the man and quickly glanced over him, checking him for injuries as far as she could see. There seemed to be no clear ones and the blood he had on him seemed to be coming from enemies rather than himself.
She moved a bit closer and proceeded until she stood next to James before offering him a warm smile.
"Hi, I'm Grace. Sorry but we're in a bit of a hurry, we're going to get some coffee before the night comes. I just came to get my shoes as I actually live on this floor." She said before passing the two and moving towards her apartment. It wasn't that she didn't wish to get to know the two men, in fact she would've stopped to chat if it weren't for the sky quickly darkening outside. Aside from that, she knew about James that he didn't like groups and that he would prefer to stick to just the two of them if he could. Grace tried her best to respect that.
"The roof is smart." She added as she paused and turned back to them for a moment. "But I advise you to find a room to sleep in for the night. It isn't safe out there and I have a feeling that at night, it'll be even harder to spot those creatures." She said, then moving to her apartment and opening the door, which caused her to freeze and stare in mild shock at the sight of it being empty. There was no Levin, no Brian... Nobody, even though she was sure that Brian had led a group there. What happened?
"They're gone... they're all gone." She exclaimed before reaching for her sneakers that were right behind the door and quickly putting them on. If she needed any time to process that, she didn't show it as she simply turned back to James. "Oh boy, Sasha will be pissed." She remarked, which was the last thing she said before heading back to the stairs.
James Ramirez
"..I dont like being unarmed, I aint gonna drop the drop but I'll let you know im not looking for trouble." James told the man after he was told to drop the firearm, keeping his eyes on the man and shifting softly on his footing. "You're covered in blood and armor, im just protecting my friend." James spoke hoping the man understood, the two drones on the wall around James watched Grant and let out little beeps in code.
As Grace ran past him and moved to enter what he assumes was her apartment but he was paranoid none the less, moving a little to be closer to the door and asking "got what you need?" As he watched the other man cautiously. As she turned to talk to him and informed him once more about this Sasha he raised an eyebrow before jogging toward the stairs following her. "Its getting dark.." he spoke as he checked his watch.
Grace Gibson
"I think so." She replied to James as he asked if she had everything she needed. She could think of some more things, especially clothes if she wanted to stay at Jake's apartment that night. At the same time, she didn't want to stall any longer than she had to and she figured that she could wear a lot of Jake's clothes so she wasn't too worried about it. Other things she wanted were photographs and for a moment she paused before turning on her heel and running back into the apartment, this time entering without a second thought and making her way into her bedroom.
Once there, she walked to her desk and grabbed the picture of her brother she had hanging on the wall above it before making her way to her bed herself and grabbing the stuffed animal, which she tucked into the pocket of the sweater as far as she could so that only some of the plush was visible in it. Lastly she decided to take another pair of sweatpants, some underwear and a few shirts which she took in her arms before she made her way back out of the apartment, this time truly ready to go.
"Now I have everything." She claimed, leaning over to look at his watch as well before frowning a little. "May...maybe we shouldn't go out?" She said, her voice unable to hide her fear and worry. She grabbed her phone while stepping on the first step downstairs and opened the conversation with Sasha, shooting her a quick text.
"Just got back to our apartment. Levin and Brian are gone, it's fully empty. I took some clothes and other things I needed and will drop them off at Jake's. I was planning to get coffee after that but don't worry, I'm not going alone. How is the situation out there?"
She hit sent, then looked up at James to see if he'd come along.
James Ramirez
James waited patiently for her to be done, though he took note of how she seemed to just kept barging in and out of rooms, concern crosses the young man's face as he comments "we should probably bunker down honestly and go out when the sun is first rising so that way we don't get caught without a fight." He comments, remembering his roomate. A shiver ran down his spine as he says "I'll carry something if you need me to." He tells her with worry while he starts to follow her toward ths staircase, keep an eye on the man to their right in the hallway.
His shotgun was lowered to the floor showing no signs of hostility, his drones were following his every move as he began down the stairs with her. "Also stop rushing ahead, what if someone attacks you before I can get there?" He brought up his concerns.
Grant Walker
"Id day in my professional opinon, this man is right. In case whatever is outside is still outside." Grant said, "The body was fairly mauled" he shivered at the thought of it again.
Grant patted his messenger bag, remembering the water bottle he had gotten from the kitchen. "Theres a possibility that there could be coffee downstairs in the kitchen, if not my apartment is across the street and maybe find some there?" He threw the suggestion in the air
Grace Gibson
It probably was a weird sight to see. Grace turned on the step of the stairs she was standing on so she could face James and the other man, who seemed to agree with what James was saying. She didn't seem too concerned about things though, nor did she seem to be feeling a lot of fear in that moment. Instead, she had a relaxed smile on her face and her arms full of stuff like there was absolutely nothing going on. It was hard to tell what exactly had caused that expression especially as it seemed to come to her just that moment, perhaps due to the stranger saying that the body was fairly mauled, as if he wasn't talking about one of her best friends in the world.
"Oh! You're probably right!" She exclaimed while she shifted her body weight from one foot to another. "Indoors should be safe yes? I think it's safe. I also think we could get coffee? It isn't across the street though, it's on campus itself. I thought I saw that the coffee shop was still open but maybe they do indeed have coffee in the kitchen, we should totally check if they-" She rambled, turning again and this time nearly skipping down the stairs with a clear plan in mind. Kitchen, to see if there was coffee there.
At last she heard James' concerns, which made her stop again as she was a few steps lower. If someone attacked her before he could get there? Who would attack her, especially in here?
"Attack.. me?" She asked, eyes widening lightly as she stared at him with a mild expression of shock. "You think... you think someone will attack us? But why?"
James Ramirez
"Appreciate it.. armored guy, my roomate also attacked me so whatever this is. It's dangerous." James said with a nod toward Grant, starting after Grace again saying "the kitchen may be filled with possible danger but we can take that one step at a time, thanks man." He said as he followed grace before she stopped to look at them.
"Because it seems people are being attacked pretty commonly, you almost seemed prepared for such a thing when we first met.. out of the two of us.. you're an easier target not wearing all the gear like I am, and if you keep rushing they just might which is what im worried about.."
Grant Walker
“I was downstairs in the kitchen two minutes ago, there shouldn’t be anything down their of harm.” Grant said as he pointed down, “plus, who from the outside could make it in without an access card. I don’t think anyone would try to jump one of you.”
He paused for a moment and thought about his words, “I forgot about this...” Grant pulled the access card from the body out of his messenger bag, showing it to them, “you don’t suppose I could keep this?”
Sal (Doc)
While Doc watched everything unfold. He felt like everything was fast forwarding. Eventually he just said screw it and backed away I to his dorm room without being noticed, and locked the door. "What the bloody hell is goin on!" He asked himself . He sat down and hugged his knees." Why is everyone bloody . With weapons, is it the damn purge out there!"
Grace Gibson
She heard James out as he spoke of possible dangers in the kitchen but her mind was elsewhere, not thinking about what it had witnessed in the past days and thinking of the kitchen as the place where she'd had so much fun in the past. The entire dorms building was a place where she had fun and it was hard for her to consider that it wasn't safe anymore. The dorms were her home as she only went to her brother's apartment over summer or during holidays, and even Christmas and Easter she'd been spending at the dorms before. It really wasn't unusual for her, so seeing it as anything but a home was.
"See?" She asked James after listening to the other, who'd apparently been to the kitchen very recently. "He says there's probably nothing there and that it should be safe. And he is right about the access card too! Nothing to worry about, it seems." She said, brushing off the concerns. She wasn't trying to be rude to him, she just refused to let her mind wander to the bad things. Slowly but surely she felt as if she was watching what was happening from a distance and like she wasn't really standing there. If one didn't know any better, one would think she was running on some sort of automatic pilot.
"So coffee, we're going to get coffee." She concluded in absolute joy, her smile widening now that the goal had been determined and anything that could've kept her from the goal had been removed. Things would be easy from here and nobody would attack her inside the dorms, of that she was sure.
She was stopped in her tracks once more as the stranger held up a student ID that he seemed to have found somewhere. Her mind screamed for her to dismiss it but her gaze zoomed in on the picture. Staring back at her with his widest smile was Jake and it felt like a punch in the gut and a stab in the heart at the very same second. Jake, her Jake... Her friend and her companion, the one she'd cared about so much. For a moment, time seemed to stand still and she appeared lost in thought.
"Oh that? You can keep it. He won't need it anymore." She spoke seconds later, her voice light and seemingly unaffected by what she'd just seen. She sounded just as joyful as she had before he'd shown her the ID and nothing seemed to be amiss.... at least not until one looked at her eyes, which had lost the lights of excitement and bliss they normally held like someone had flipped the switch and turned them off.
She didn't get the chance to move beyond that as soon, her pocket vibrated harshly and pulled her attention to her phone, which she pulled out before swiping the green icon to the right.
"Hello, this is Grace?" She asked, not having registered who it was that was calling her.
James Ramirez
James felt his own punch to the gut as she practically ignored his warning, a frown crossing his face as her lets out a slow stressed sigh. He just wanted to lay low and avoid issues.. now she was being encouraged to continue to be reckless. It made the prepper feel as if his previous worries to her he spoke about meant nothing.
He looked over as the man spoke about the ID and took note of the name as the man Grace had spoken about, frowning more saying "just.. don't go flashing it around but thanks for telling us that you aren't a student." He said clearly on edge about the whole thing. Looking back to grace he would go to say something and noticed the look in her eyes feeling his heart drop.
"Fine.. we can get coffee but afterwards we bunker down." He folded starting to follow her before she was answering her phone.. God damnit.
Grant Walker
Grant pocketed the ID back into his messenger bag. The confirmation between the two were mixed and had confused him. “Hey Sal, you wanna come-“ he cut himself off as he turned to the empty space besides him, “Sal where did you go?” He asked in hopes of his reply.
Grant walked along the hallway checking doors to find Sal, “hey I’m sorry if I was a bit hostile back there.” Grant said again, “Me and these two students are gonna get coffee in the kitchen, your welcome to join us.”
Sal (Doc)
Sal stayed quiet, but then asked"only if you tell me what the hell is goin on!"(c)
"Why is everyone bloody, with weapons? The hell is happening? I demand an answer before I decide on anything else. For all I know you were about to kill me up on the roof . So I demand a answer, please!" Sal yelled while trying to blockade the door.
Grace Gibson
She barely noticed how what she said was affecting him. That was until he looked back at her and into her eyes. His words said that he was giving in and following along with what she was choosing but his body language seemed to speak different volumes on it's own. His frown got to her, but more importantly the stressed sigh he'd let out. It wasn't fair of her to put this on him and even though her mind was getting rather foggy and blurry, she could tell that putting him through this was making him suffer and that he didn't believe the joy in her voice.
A small nod was given towards the one that pocketed the ID and it was mainly in gratitude. If she was being honest, it had also been a matter or attempt to say goodbye but the male turned around and started looking for the other, who she thought was probably his friend. As the friend replied, she focused on what she could hear and most of it were questions. Even though she couldn't make out every word, she could notice the hint of panic and worry in the guy's voice and it seemed that if they were friends, there wasn't a very big amount of trust established between them yet.
Her own focus moved back to her phone and she listened to the voice that finally came through from the other end, speaking out above the screams and gunfire on the background even though the voice was shaky and the person seemed to be very scared and worried.
Xena? She was at the coffee shop? People were screaming and there was blood? The information that came rushing in and was given to her by the freshmen she'd taken under her wings hit her like a bullet to the chest. It was a bomb of worry that shook her to her very core and mindlessly, she moved to do the only thing she could think of doing.
"Stay there, I'm coming for you. Do you hear me? I'm coming to get you!" She claimed on the phone, only adding the part of where she'd die trying if she had to in her mind. The items that she was holding in her arms were promptly dropped on the floor without a second thought and her eyes snapped up at James to gauge his response. She didn't give him much of an opportunity to respond though, and instead she turned and bolted down the stairs, aiming to reach the main entrance of the dorms as soon as she could.
"I need to go get her. She needs me. I'm sorry." She rambled and brought out, tears appearing in her eyes and running down her cheeks as she moved away from James. With every step she took, her heart was hurting more and she felt utterly torn between him and Xena. It was the knowledge that he could take care of himself and survive until she got back that ultimately pushed her to have her mind set on saving Xena.
Grace Gibson
The items she'd dropped on the floor were abandoned without second thought. James was abandoned too, although thoughts about what she was doing when it came to him did run through her mind as she continued to make her way down the stairs. In all honesty, she was attempting to push those thoughts away to the best of her ability as she felt they were the only thing that would keep her from getting to Xena. The only thing that stood in between her and the girl she cared about.
Mentally, that was at least, as another big thing that stood in between was the danger of the situation going on outside. She'd have to cross a pretty big chunk of the campus grounds and while was lucky that the dorms and the coffee shop were on the same side of the campus, a part of her still worried. The trees that surrounded the dorms in half a moon and marked the beginning of a piece of forest that stretched out behind the dorms were her main concern. They made for a perfect place to hide for a fellow survivor that didn't have the best intentions. At the same time, they could easily give cover to a zombie too, or to multiple.
The thought was frightening but she pushed on, trying to focus on her friend rather than allowing for fear to take over. In some situations, that might be the wisest thing to do but fear could keep someone safe too and as she pushed past the mental border, that desire for safety left her too. Fear made place for determination as she reached the main entrance of the dorms and she pushed her student ID against the reader, waiting for the beep that would release her into the chaos.
Grant Walker
“Sal I’m not going to kill you, right now we all need to work together or nothing will get done. Please just calm down and I can explain. “ Grant walked up to the door Sal was shouting behind, “For four days, soldiers have sieges the town, that’s about all I know. Your classmates over here may no more-“ Grant turned back to where Grace and James where, “Where did she go?”
Sal (Doc)
"Grant was it? Is that truly all you know...what about the blood. The weapons?" Sal asked , holding his hands on his head. He was losing his cool at this moment. He glanced around for something to grasp, to hold, or to atleast protect himself if worst comes to worst. Knowing that he cant stay in here forever, he decided to give up. "Grant...if I'm to believe you-" Sal thought some more." T-that coffee still available?"
Grant Walker
Grant turned to Sals door again, “Yea that’s all I know, but the coffee I have no idea.” He walked over to the staircase and looked over the edge to scan for Grace, “the hell she go?”
Sal (Doc)
"Coffee calms me down" Sal said shyly. "Look I'll go..better then bieng stick here.." he reasons ,somewhat to himself too. Before Sal opens the door he takes a pair of scissors as a means of defence if something were to happen.
Sal opened the door , scissors in hand. Though no one was on the other side. Wity that he did not hesitate, he closed the door and grabbed his bookbag. Scissors and phone then took off down stairs . When he got down he started walking at a normal pace. He looked around to see if anyone else was alive , and hopefully friendly. "Hello?" "Any human being in here?" He called out a bit worried.
The items she'd dropped on the floor were abandoned without second thought. James was abandoned too, although thoughts about what she was doing when it came to him did run through her mind as she continued to make her way down the stairs. In all honesty, she was attempting to push those thoughts away to the best of her ability as she felt they were the only thing that would keep her from getting to Xena. The only thing that stood in between her and the girl she cared about.
Mentally, that was at least, as another big thing that stood in between was the danger of the situation going on outside. She'd have to cross a pretty big chunk of the campus grounds and while was lucky that the dorms and the coffee shop were on the same side of the campus, a part of her still worried. The trees that surrounded the dorms in half a moon and marked the beginning of a piece of forest that stretched out behind the dorms were her main concern. They made for a perfect place to hide for a fellow survivor that didn't have the best intentions. At the same time, they could easily give cover to a zombie too, or to multiple.
The thought was frightening but she pushed on, trying to focus on her friend rather than allowing for fear to take over. In some situations, that might be the wisest thing to do but fear could keep someone safe too and as she pushed past the mental border, that desire for safety left her too. Fear made place for determination as she reached the main entrance of the dorms and she pushed her student ID against the reader, waiting for the beep that would release her into the chaos.
Grant Walker
“Sal I’m not going to kill you, right now we all need to work together or nothing will get done. Please just calm down and I can explain. “ Grant walked up to the door Sal was shouting behind, “For four days, soldiers have sieges the town, that’s about all I know. Your classmates over here may no more-“ Grant turned back to where Grace and James where, “Where did she go?”
Sal (Doc)
"Grant was it? Is that truly all you know...what about the blood. The weapons?" Sal asked , holding his hands on his head. He was losing his cool at this moment. He glanced around for something to grasp, to hold, or to atleast protect himself if worst comes to worst. Knowing that he cant stay in here forever, he decided to give up. "Grant...if I'm to believe you-" Sal thought some more." T-that coffee still available?"
Grant Walker
Grant turned to Sals door again, “Yea that’s all I know, but the coffee I have no idea.” He walked over to the staircase and looked over the edge to scan for Grace, “the hell she go?”
Sal (Doc)
"Coffee calms me down" Sal said shyly. "Look I'll go..better then bieng stick here.." he reasons ,somewhat to himself too. Before Sal opens the door he takes a pair of scissors as a means of defence if something were to happen.
Sal opened the door , scissors in hand. Though no one was on the other side. Wity that he did not hesitate, he closed the door and grabbed his bookbag. Scissors and phone then took off down stairs . When he got down he started walking at a normal pace. He looked around to see if anyone else was alive , and hopefully friendly. "Hello?" "Any human being in here?" He called out a bit worried.
Grant Walker
Grant walked out of another room checking for the girl that had just left, now meeting himself without anyone else there. “Great, people are disappearing everywhere. Can’t wait till it’s my turn.” He said jokingly. He made his way to the stairs and heard Sal shouting for some reason, “Sal I’m up here, coming down now!”
Grant walked out of another room checking for the girl that had just left, now meeting himself without anyone else there. “Great, people are disappearing everywhere. Can’t wait till it’s my turn.” He said jokingly. He made his way to the stairs and heard Sal shouting for some reason, “Sal I’m up here, coming down now!”
TIMESKIP OF A FEW HOURS UNTIL THE EVENING - DM Post
The group made their way upstairs, and once everyone had reached the third floor they made sure that there was no easy access to it for anyone else. Dave turned off the power on the elevators and Grace locked the door to the stairs.
While they were doing that, Leslee made her way to one of the smaller, empty apartments at the left end of the hallway so that she could wait and try to contact Sasha there. The others found their way to other abandoned and open apartments as well, spreading out so that they all had beds they could sleep in or at the very least a comfortable couch.
Leslee Alexander
. A bit of solitude gave her solace after having met so many other living human’s, which was both surprising and not. It had been over a week since she’d seen a face that was not marred by gore. Her mind raced, but not from fear. Social anxiety was something she didn’t anticipate struggling with as the world crumbled around her. The adrenaline of snatching her gun from the band that kept it tucked against her stomach and leveling it with the bridge of someone’s nose still thumped in her chest. She had all the gods to thank for the misunderstanding to be resolved before she had to squeeze a trigger. In hindsight, she imagined her friend wouldn’t have appreciated her eliminating one of her own. The excuse “shit happens” only goes so far.
. She slowly exhaled, forcing the air out as she began to pace around the room like a caged feline, listening closely for any sound that her only ally here had arrived. The sky had melted into a slowly growing darkness as the night began to wake. To her the dead seemed far more gruesome in the evening. As difficult as it was to see them in the day- men, women, and children who’d been carrying on only months prior- it was harder to digest when the shadows overtook them. Made them into monsters rather than people. Ending their lives seemed like a mercy. A win-win situation.
. What's scarier… the dead… or the fact that I feel better killing them when I view them as humans rather than monsters… No amount of survivalist training could have prepared her for the internal anguish that accompanied the apocalypse, whistling, hand-in-hand. The bloodshed and death had been all that filled her days. Her mother always used to say that people weren't meant to see death at such a scale, the hippy she was.
. L pulled out her phone and began tapping away at it, texting Sasha.
The group made their way upstairs, and once everyone had reached the third floor they made sure that there was no easy access to it for anyone else. Dave turned off the power on the elevators and Grace locked the door to the stairs.
While they were doing that, Leslee made her way to one of the smaller, empty apartments at the left end of the hallway so that she could wait and try to contact Sasha there. The others found their way to other abandoned and open apartments as well, spreading out so that they all had beds they could sleep in or at the very least a comfortable couch.
Leslee Alexander
. A bit of solitude gave her solace after having met so many other living human’s, which was both surprising and not. It had been over a week since she’d seen a face that was not marred by gore. Her mind raced, but not from fear. Social anxiety was something she didn’t anticipate struggling with as the world crumbled around her. The adrenaline of snatching her gun from the band that kept it tucked against her stomach and leveling it with the bridge of someone’s nose still thumped in her chest. She had all the gods to thank for the misunderstanding to be resolved before she had to squeeze a trigger. In hindsight, she imagined her friend wouldn’t have appreciated her eliminating one of her own. The excuse “shit happens” only goes so far.
. She slowly exhaled, forcing the air out as she began to pace around the room like a caged feline, listening closely for any sound that her only ally here had arrived. The sky had melted into a slowly growing darkness as the night began to wake. To her the dead seemed far more gruesome in the evening. As difficult as it was to see them in the day- men, women, and children who’d been carrying on only months prior- it was harder to digest when the shadows overtook them. Made them into monsters rather than people. Ending their lives seemed like a mercy. A win-win situation.
. What's scarier… the dead… or the fact that I feel better killing them when I view them as humans rather than monsters… No amount of survivalist training could have prepared her for the internal anguish that accompanied the apocalypse, whistling, hand-in-hand. The bloodshed and death had been all that filled her days. Her mother always used to say that people weren't meant to see death at such a scale, the hippy she was.
. L pulled out her phone and began tapping away at it, texting Sasha.
Once they'd reached the third floor, Grace had done her very best to help everyone find an apartment to stay at. She respected that not everyone wanted to stay in a single one together, and even hers and Sasha which was one of the bigger ones wasn't quite big enough to keep everyone comfortable and give everyone a place to sleep.
A few of them had followed her though, and the big man that she'd learned was called Dave had crashed on the comfortable couch in their living room just moments after they'd entered. Of all the characters, it seemed like Grace was the only one that was feeling far from tired. The main reason for that was that she'd napped a lot during the day before and ever since she hadn't really moved around a lot.
She had dropped off the items she'd gotten from Jake's apartment in her bedroom and carried the items she'd abandoned in the hallway inside too. Now she was standing in the kitchen and after emptying the bags of supplies and resources they'd carried upstairs, she had started to prepare food.
Most of it was rather simple and she was spreading some jam and peanut butter on some sandwiches with which she filled a tray while she unloaded the container of leftovers from her cooking the day before and placed them on the kitchen table, removing the lids off of each of them. Even though the food wasn't quite as fresh anymore, it still looked great and she couldn't help but to smile when she also placed a stack of plates and cutlery. Lastly, soda followed and soon enough the table was filled enough to look like a buffet or a walking dinner instead of apocalypse food.
"What do you think? This should be able to feed our group, right?" She asked as she turned to Leah, who's company she'd been enjoying throughout the process.
As she awaited the girl's answer, she picked up a plate of her own and filled it with some potato salad, a sandwich and some other leftovers from the day before. The mix of different foods was weird, but it was still good.
A few of them had followed her though, and the big man that she'd learned was called Dave had crashed on the comfortable couch in their living room just moments after they'd entered. Of all the characters, it seemed like Grace was the only one that was feeling far from tired. The main reason for that was that she'd napped a lot during the day before and ever since she hadn't really moved around a lot.
She had dropped off the items she'd gotten from Jake's apartment in her bedroom and carried the items she'd abandoned in the hallway inside too. Now she was standing in the kitchen and after emptying the bags of supplies and resources they'd carried upstairs, she had started to prepare food.
Most of it was rather simple and she was spreading some jam and peanut butter on some sandwiches with which she filled a tray while she unloaded the container of leftovers from her cooking the day before and placed them on the kitchen table, removing the lids off of each of them. Even though the food wasn't quite as fresh anymore, it still looked great and she couldn't help but to smile when she also placed a stack of plates and cutlery. Lastly, soda followed and soon enough the table was filled enough to look like a buffet or a walking dinner instead of apocalypse food.
"What do you think? This should be able to feed our group, right?" She asked as she turned to Leah, who's company she'd been enjoying throughout the process.
As she awaited the girl's answer, she picked up a plate of her own and filled it with some potato salad, a sandwich and some other leftovers from the day before. The mix of different foods was weird, but it was still good.
Leah Young
"It should be more than enough." Leah said with a slight smile "introduction should soon follow after the meal. Dont you think?" Leah asked Grace
She was mentally counting up the calories of each dish grace had prepared "do you think everyone should get same portions? Or perhaps base meals off bmi?" Leah ruffled through her bags of chips then groaned when she realized it was just crumbs
"have you heard from your friend sasha?" Leah asked anxiously
"I hate to be persistent with my questions...but without Skylar the stuff thats in my car...they would make me feel less alone- i know im not but! Um i dont know how to put thi- i mean its not- perhaps....i...just need my things" leah grew more flustered trying to describe her feelings to grace. She didnt want to offend anyone especially at a time like this
Klara Schulz
Still paranoid from the scream she heard, and oddly a gunshot. Klara was a bit wary of where she was going, and decided to investigate with the matter. The floor she was standing on was fairly sticky, lifting her shoes up and down on it. Looking more into it, it looked to be blood, something was dragged from another apartment up here, and brought down the stairs. Klara gulped nervously, “Does anyone else see this?” Her accent mixed in with her worried voice.
Jackie
Jackies eyes lifted open and stared at a wall full of posters in the room he occupied. His back was uncomfortably propped on a bed where he’d guesses he’d fallen asleep a while before. He tried to remember where he was. His sleepy eyes surveyed the room calmly as he stretched. His back popped and he lifted his heavy body from the floor with ease. His toes buried into a fluffy pink carpet that laid on the floor. “Will, come”, He said tiredly, yawning as he reached for his boots that laid beside a nightstand. He sat on the bed where piles of blankets laid and started to lace them, looking out the window and seeing the setting of the sun. It was pretty outside now, Jackie thought back to just the other day when he sat on his porch, drinking and laughing with family. He was suddenly hit with a wave of homesickness and he sighed wearily as he finished tying his boots. “Will, come”, Jackie said once more, bending down to pick up his jacket. Will still didn’t come to him, “Will”, he called out a bit stricter this time, “Will, come here”. He kept beckoning his dog and he started to worry. His mouth sifting downward into a frown while his eyebrows rose, “Will”, This time he called out to him as he looked under the bed, “Will? Where are you?” Jackie’s worry was rising each second as he tried to get up from the floor, that was until he raised his head to a fluffy white tail hanging from out of the mass of blankets on the bed. He huffed, annoyed. “Will, get up, you dumb dog”, He shook the mass of blankets with a sour look on his face and the tail that was once still started to wag in excitement. Will made his way out of the blankets and gave his owner a slobbery kiss. “Gross!”, Jackie exclaimed rubbing his face before being tackled by a giant fluffy doggo,” Hey!” Jackie began to struggle underneath the dog as he was pelted with happy puppy kisses.
Leslee Alexander
. Leslee had been curled up in the far corner of the room, neglecting the dusty furniture in it and choosing not to get comfortable. Knife in hand, she carved little patterns into the wall as she listened to the murmur of voices through thin walls. She could make out no words… only that there were others nearby. It kept her anxiously glancing at the door of the dorm. If V had been with her, she would have made fast friends out of everyone on the floor by now. Her charm was always a far greater asset to her relationships than L's anxious awkwardness. She could see Varishka now, knocking on each door until each person was a personal alliance.
. Leslee however was the opposite. She was glued to the room, a lone wolf who peered out the nearby window and stared at the night sky. Their childhood, isolated on that mountain, tucked away in their castle had affected her far differently than it had her adopted sister. While V longed for the companionship of others, moving away to attend a university that would satiate her need to flourish, L had stayed behind to enjoy the safety of home. If the end of the world hadn't begun, she'd likely still be there at this very moment, tinkering at her small forge in the workshop out back. California was a long while away now, though.
. Checking her phone again was pointless, her fist having clutched it so tightly that the vibrate would have notified her instantly of a received message. Instead she tossed it to the floor and pulled her pack closer, digging out the SAT phone and attempting to reach V. No answer upped her worry, but she coped by rolling a cigarette. The nearest window opened with a bit of resistance, but L patiently worked it up without drawing attention. Once it was lit, the smell of tobacco mixed with marijuana filled the room, possibly even seeping into the halls as she took a few puffs, blowing the rest out into the darkness to vanish into a light breeze.
"It should be more than enough." Leah said with a slight smile "introduction should soon follow after the meal. Dont you think?" Leah asked Grace
She was mentally counting up the calories of each dish grace had prepared "do you think everyone should get same portions? Or perhaps base meals off bmi?" Leah ruffled through her bags of chips then groaned when she realized it was just crumbs
"have you heard from your friend sasha?" Leah asked anxiously
"I hate to be persistent with my questions...but without Skylar the stuff thats in my car...they would make me feel less alone- i know im not but! Um i dont know how to put thi- i mean its not- perhaps....i...just need my things" leah grew more flustered trying to describe her feelings to grace. She didnt want to offend anyone especially at a time like this
Klara Schulz
Still paranoid from the scream she heard, and oddly a gunshot. Klara was a bit wary of where she was going, and decided to investigate with the matter. The floor she was standing on was fairly sticky, lifting her shoes up and down on it. Looking more into it, it looked to be blood, something was dragged from another apartment up here, and brought down the stairs. Klara gulped nervously, “Does anyone else see this?” Her accent mixed in with her worried voice.
Jackie
Jackies eyes lifted open and stared at a wall full of posters in the room he occupied. His back was uncomfortably propped on a bed where he’d guesses he’d fallen asleep a while before. He tried to remember where he was. His sleepy eyes surveyed the room calmly as he stretched. His back popped and he lifted his heavy body from the floor with ease. His toes buried into a fluffy pink carpet that laid on the floor. “Will, come”, He said tiredly, yawning as he reached for his boots that laid beside a nightstand. He sat on the bed where piles of blankets laid and started to lace them, looking out the window and seeing the setting of the sun. It was pretty outside now, Jackie thought back to just the other day when he sat on his porch, drinking and laughing with family. He was suddenly hit with a wave of homesickness and he sighed wearily as he finished tying his boots. “Will, come”, Jackie said once more, bending down to pick up his jacket. Will still didn’t come to him, “Will”, he called out a bit stricter this time, “Will, come here”. He kept beckoning his dog and he started to worry. His mouth sifting downward into a frown while his eyebrows rose, “Will”, This time he called out to him as he looked under the bed, “Will? Where are you?” Jackie’s worry was rising each second as he tried to get up from the floor, that was until he raised his head to a fluffy white tail hanging from out of the mass of blankets on the bed. He huffed, annoyed. “Will, get up, you dumb dog”, He shook the mass of blankets with a sour look on his face and the tail that was once still started to wag in excitement. Will made his way out of the blankets and gave his owner a slobbery kiss. “Gross!”, Jackie exclaimed rubbing his face before being tackled by a giant fluffy doggo,” Hey!” Jackie began to struggle underneath the dog as he was pelted with happy puppy kisses.
Leslee Alexander
. Leslee had been curled up in the far corner of the room, neglecting the dusty furniture in it and choosing not to get comfortable. Knife in hand, she carved little patterns into the wall as she listened to the murmur of voices through thin walls. She could make out no words… only that there were others nearby. It kept her anxiously glancing at the door of the dorm. If V had been with her, she would have made fast friends out of everyone on the floor by now. Her charm was always a far greater asset to her relationships than L's anxious awkwardness. She could see Varishka now, knocking on each door until each person was a personal alliance.
. Leslee however was the opposite. She was glued to the room, a lone wolf who peered out the nearby window and stared at the night sky. Their childhood, isolated on that mountain, tucked away in their castle had affected her far differently than it had her adopted sister. While V longed for the companionship of others, moving away to attend a university that would satiate her need to flourish, L had stayed behind to enjoy the safety of home. If the end of the world hadn't begun, she'd likely still be there at this very moment, tinkering at her small forge in the workshop out back. California was a long while away now, though.
. Checking her phone again was pointless, her fist having clutched it so tightly that the vibrate would have notified her instantly of a received message. Instead she tossed it to the floor and pulled her pack closer, digging out the SAT phone and attempting to reach V. No answer upped her worry, but she coped by rolling a cigarette. The nearest window opened with a bit of resistance, but L patiently worked it up without drawing attention. Once it was lit, the smell of tobacco mixed with marijuana filled the room, possibly even seeping into the halls as she took a few puffs, blowing the rest out into the darkness to vanish into a light breeze.
A satisfied smile appeared on Grace's face at Leah's reassurance. Luckily it was more than enough. She was sure there was plenty of other food in the bags, but she wanted to be careful with their resources as she didn't know how long they were planning on staying at the dorms. Having not seen The Void's message on television, she had no idea of what was coming their way. All she knew was that she had to go with what Sasha had told her, and she continued to do her best to follow those orders.
"Yeah... It would be nice to get to know the others." She agreed, her plate stopping half-way through the air as she seemed to get lost in thought for a moment. Getting to know people had always been something she enjoyed, but now she wasn't so sure. What if she really liked these people and something bad happened to her too? Fear started to tug on her heart and she had to blink to fight back the tears that threatened to fall now that her thoughts went back to Jake. When Leah spoke once more and started her questions, she was extremely grateful for the distraction.
"Today, we eat until we feel full for one last time. We'll take care of dividing the food in fair portions later. Who knows what will happen tomorrow, or how long we might have to go without a decent meal. I think we need something normal in our lives now more than ever." She said, placing her plate on the counter once it was filled. She knew that the food she'd placed on it would suffice for her, even though it was far from overfilled.
The next question caused for her to take her phone and look at the screen. No new messages showed up and she shook her head.
"Not yet, I'm sorry." She claimed, the words sounding genuine as they left her lips. While she listened to Leah's explanation, her shoulders slumped and a frown appeared on her face. She really felt bad for her, and she wished that she was able to get the stuff for her herself.
"I will let you know as soon as I heard from her. I'm sure that'll be soon." She said to her. She wasn't quite sure it would be that soon, but she personally hoped it would. For now, she mostly hoped to calm the girl down and as if on instinct, she stepped towards her and wrapped her arms around the Leah's chest to give her a soft hug and let her hand roam over the girl's back in a comforting manner.
"What kind of things were they?" She asked. Maybe she couldn't replace them, but talking about them or bringing up stories about them could possibly help make her feel less alone.
"Yeah... It would be nice to get to know the others." She agreed, her plate stopping half-way through the air as she seemed to get lost in thought for a moment. Getting to know people had always been something she enjoyed, but now she wasn't so sure. What if she really liked these people and something bad happened to her too? Fear started to tug on her heart and she had to blink to fight back the tears that threatened to fall now that her thoughts went back to Jake. When Leah spoke once more and started her questions, she was extremely grateful for the distraction.
"Today, we eat until we feel full for one last time. We'll take care of dividing the food in fair portions later. Who knows what will happen tomorrow, or how long we might have to go without a decent meal. I think we need something normal in our lives now more than ever." She said, placing her plate on the counter once it was filled. She knew that the food she'd placed on it would suffice for her, even though it was far from overfilled.
The next question caused for her to take her phone and look at the screen. No new messages showed up and she shook her head.
"Not yet, I'm sorry." She claimed, the words sounding genuine as they left her lips. While she listened to Leah's explanation, her shoulders slumped and a frown appeared on her face. She really felt bad for her, and she wished that she was able to get the stuff for her herself.
"I will let you know as soon as I heard from her. I'm sure that'll be soon." She said to her. She wasn't quite sure it would be that soon, but she personally hoped it would. For now, she mostly hoped to calm the girl down and as if on instinct, she stepped towards her and wrapped her arms around the Leah's chest to give her a soft hug and let her hand roam over the girl's back in a comforting manner.
"What kind of things were they?" She asked. Maybe she couldn't replace them, but talking about them or bringing up stories about them could possibly help make her feel less alone.
Leah Young
"Ummm a leather bag...it belonged to my late mother." Leah sighed deeply into the hug holding back tears "its all i have left of her."
It took her an awkward moment to hug grace back. Grace was one of very few people that got close to her. Being a celebrity Leah was sheltered from a lot of things hugs and interactions within stabbing vicinity was one of them. Skylar had to be by her side- to never be in front or behind of any important organs. If her husband to be had to respect her familys rules: then the public and security guards had to do the same.
"I trust your Sasha to come back. She seems trustworthy." Leah spoke in awkward breaks trying not to cry "we should fix ourselves up before we make an introduction. First impressions are memorable"
Leslee Alexander
. As she puffed away at the cigarette, she stashed the SAT phone back in her pack, neatly stuffing it into its spot. Everything had a spot, and a way that it had to be placed in the backpack. L was not one for leaving her possessions in any state of disarray. Fumbling for an item wasted precious seconds that could be used to save her life, in a pinch. Tucked between her lips, she inhaled it deep, exhaling through her nose as she put away the rolling supplies in the same fashion. The only thing that remained out was her phone and the pair of earbuds she'd found earlier that day.
. The redhead sat on the windowsill smoking as she plugged in the buds and stuck them in her ears. It was a foolish thing to do, leaving her back exposed to the night, but she was high enough to not fear climbers. She banked on no one being stupid enough to fire a gun at her from below and risk drawing a mass of the dead towards them. The risk was minimal, so her eyes returned to the door. A song began to play. The beat throbbed in her veins. The smoke seeped into her muscles. Peace.
. Bzzzt-bzzzt. L looked down at the screen in her palm, pale eyes panning across the words. Watch her 6. She mashed the but of her cigarette out on the windowsill and slowly slid off, grateful she'd not treated herself to the lamps or lights in the room. Her eyes were adjusted to the darkness in the room. She managed to send her a response to be careful before shoving her phone away and pulling free her knife and gun. The corner she'd been tucked into became her home again as silence once more took hold. Ears listened intently. Hands gripped weapons. Deep breaths.
Klara Schulz
Klara signed, knowing no one heard her. She walked over to the apartment that smelled like food, all she had that day was some water, her stomach aches beyond belief. “Room for one more?” She peeked her head into the room of Grace and Leah. Klara’s face was anxious, expressing her confusion about the entire situation.
Jackie
Jackie felt the coldness of the floor under him and above him the warm yet, heavy weight of a massive dog. He sighed as he gave Will a slight push to get off him and the dog obliged, giving him one last puppy kiss on his nose. Jackie’s nose wrinkled and he wiped his face, trying to get rid of the dog slobber on his cheeks. He playfully growled at Will as another dog would, leaving the St.Bernard's tail wagging frantically, “Stupid”, Jackie smiled at him. He stood up, his boots meeting the floor as he grabbed his jacket. He laid it over his shoulder, wondering what he was even getting ready for. He had no intention of leaving this room, he had full intention however, to become the group's hermit. The less time he spent around people the better but, there was always something to stop him. He sighed looking to Will who scratched at the door, the dreaded door that would lead Jackie into a social environment. An environment that would lead to his demise, at least that's how Jackie thought of it. Any other day Jackie would open the door and let Will roam around for a bit but, seeing as he knew none of these people. It was a solid no. Jackie would have to suck it up and try his best to avoid the others while still trying to keep his puppy happy. He lazily brushed through his long hair, not bothering to put it up as he put his jacket on, making sure to pull up his hood. He opened the door and he peeked his head out of the doorway. He looked left and right, like a kindergartener trying to cross the road, just like how mommy taught him. He huffed and let himself and Will out of the room, closing the door behind him as he awaited Will’s direction. Will’s only restriction,”No people”, Jackie told him.
"Ummm a leather bag...it belonged to my late mother." Leah sighed deeply into the hug holding back tears "its all i have left of her."
It took her an awkward moment to hug grace back. Grace was one of very few people that got close to her. Being a celebrity Leah was sheltered from a lot of things hugs and interactions within stabbing vicinity was one of them. Skylar had to be by her side- to never be in front or behind of any important organs. If her husband to be had to respect her familys rules: then the public and security guards had to do the same.
"I trust your Sasha to come back. She seems trustworthy." Leah spoke in awkward breaks trying not to cry "we should fix ourselves up before we make an introduction. First impressions are memorable"
Leslee Alexander
. As she puffed away at the cigarette, she stashed the SAT phone back in her pack, neatly stuffing it into its spot. Everything had a spot, and a way that it had to be placed in the backpack. L was not one for leaving her possessions in any state of disarray. Fumbling for an item wasted precious seconds that could be used to save her life, in a pinch. Tucked between her lips, she inhaled it deep, exhaling through her nose as she put away the rolling supplies in the same fashion. The only thing that remained out was her phone and the pair of earbuds she'd found earlier that day.
. The redhead sat on the windowsill smoking as she plugged in the buds and stuck them in her ears. It was a foolish thing to do, leaving her back exposed to the night, but she was high enough to not fear climbers. She banked on no one being stupid enough to fire a gun at her from below and risk drawing a mass of the dead towards them. The risk was minimal, so her eyes returned to the door. A song began to play. The beat throbbed in her veins. The smoke seeped into her muscles. Peace.
. Bzzzt-bzzzt. L looked down at the screen in her palm, pale eyes panning across the words. Watch her 6. She mashed the but of her cigarette out on the windowsill and slowly slid off, grateful she'd not treated herself to the lamps or lights in the room. Her eyes were adjusted to the darkness in the room. She managed to send her a response to be careful before shoving her phone away and pulling free her knife and gun. The corner she'd been tucked into became her home again as silence once more took hold. Ears listened intently. Hands gripped weapons. Deep breaths.
Klara Schulz
Klara signed, knowing no one heard her. She walked over to the apartment that smelled like food, all she had that day was some water, her stomach aches beyond belief. “Room for one more?” She peeked her head into the room of Grace and Leah. Klara’s face was anxious, expressing her confusion about the entire situation.
Jackie
Jackie felt the coldness of the floor under him and above him the warm yet, heavy weight of a massive dog. He sighed as he gave Will a slight push to get off him and the dog obliged, giving him one last puppy kiss on his nose. Jackie’s nose wrinkled and he wiped his face, trying to get rid of the dog slobber on his cheeks. He playfully growled at Will as another dog would, leaving the St.Bernard's tail wagging frantically, “Stupid”, Jackie smiled at him. He stood up, his boots meeting the floor as he grabbed his jacket. He laid it over his shoulder, wondering what he was even getting ready for. He had no intention of leaving this room, he had full intention however, to become the group's hermit. The less time he spent around people the better but, there was always something to stop him. He sighed looking to Will who scratched at the door, the dreaded door that would lead Jackie into a social environment. An environment that would lead to his demise, at least that's how Jackie thought of it. Any other day Jackie would open the door and let Will roam around for a bit but, seeing as he knew none of these people. It was a solid no. Jackie would have to suck it up and try his best to avoid the others while still trying to keep his puppy happy. He lazily brushed through his long hair, not bothering to put it up as he put his jacket on, making sure to pull up his hood. He opened the door and he peeked his head out of the doorway. He looked left and right, like a kindergartener trying to cross the road, just like how mommy taught him. He huffed and let himself and Will out of the room, closing the door behind him as he awaited Will’s direction. Will’s only restriction,”No people”, Jackie told him.
Leah's words were like a sledgehammer that wrecked her and as she said it was all she had left of her mother, Grace swallowed visibly and held onto her just a little tighter, her hand continuing to roam over her back. It took her another few minutes to let go of Leah, and when she did she too had tears in her eyes. She knew what it was like to lose a parent, and even though it had been years for her the loss was something that still hurt every day.
She hadn't quite figured out why it took Leah so long to hug her back. In her mind, it was likely because they were still near-strangers to each other even if they were in this situation together. The idea that it had anything to do with her being a celebrity didn't cross her mind, as she didn't see Leah that way.
"She is trustworthy. In all these years, I've always been able to count on her. If your car is out there, she'll do her best." She said. At the mention of fixing their appearance before introductions were made, she frowned a little. Grace too wasn't the kind of person to really head out and go somewhere without looking presentable but due to everything that was happening, it was one of the last things on her mind. Still, as she wiped away her tears and saw the black smears of run out make up on her hands she nodded and turned to the bathroom to at least make sure she didn't look like a panda.
Her phone buzzed to let her know she had a message and she pulled it up to read what Sasha had sent her. Void was right, just like she'd already thought even if she wasn't sure what he was right about this time. All she knew that it was likely better not to know, as panic would only make things worse.
"Okay, please be careful and let me know when you're back. If you happen to see Leah's car (it's a baby blue Lexus LFA) on the way, could you please take out the leather bag in it? It's important to her." She texted back, making sure that her friend would look out for it.
As she got back from the bathroom, she took off her sweater and placed it in the bedroom. Now that they were inside where the radiator still worked, there was little need for it as it was warm enough. She did feel a bit weird when it came to walking around with a visible gun, but as long as she didn't have it in her hand she wouldn't be seen as a threat, right?
"We should probably make sure that everyone gets to eat. I wanted to allow for them to rest, but nutrition is important. Sasha just texted me and said she's about to head back, so I made sure to tell her that she had to take the bag out if she came across your car. Other than that, her heading back and confirming things might mean that we don't have a lot of time left to make our bodies stock up on energy." She said to Leah, a small but sad smile appearing on her face.
Whether or not the girl would follow, Grace headed towards the door of the apartment to be able to enter the hallway, where she'd proceed to knock on every door to see whether or not people wanted to come and eat. She made sure to not skip any doors, wanting to allow others that might still be in the dorms to eat too.
"Hey, I've got some food on the table and there's enough for everyone. If you want to join us, come out." She'd say at every door, making sure to speak loud and clear enough for them to hear. If there was no immediate response, she'd move on to the next door but if there was, she'd stop to talk to them before directing them to the apartment.
She hadn't quite figured out why it took Leah so long to hug her back. In her mind, it was likely because they were still near-strangers to each other even if they were in this situation together. The idea that it had anything to do with her being a celebrity didn't cross her mind, as she didn't see Leah that way.
"She is trustworthy. In all these years, I've always been able to count on her. If your car is out there, she'll do her best." She said. At the mention of fixing their appearance before introductions were made, she frowned a little. Grace too wasn't the kind of person to really head out and go somewhere without looking presentable but due to everything that was happening, it was one of the last things on her mind. Still, as she wiped away her tears and saw the black smears of run out make up on her hands she nodded and turned to the bathroom to at least make sure she didn't look like a panda.
Her phone buzzed to let her know she had a message and she pulled it up to read what Sasha had sent her. Void was right, just like she'd already thought even if she wasn't sure what he was right about this time. All she knew that it was likely better not to know, as panic would only make things worse.
"Okay, please be careful and let me know when you're back. If you happen to see Leah's car (it's a baby blue Lexus LFA) on the way, could you please take out the leather bag in it? It's important to her." She texted back, making sure that her friend would look out for it.
As she got back from the bathroom, she took off her sweater and placed it in the bedroom. Now that they were inside where the radiator still worked, there was little need for it as it was warm enough. She did feel a bit weird when it came to walking around with a visible gun, but as long as she didn't have it in her hand she wouldn't be seen as a threat, right?
"We should probably make sure that everyone gets to eat. I wanted to allow for them to rest, but nutrition is important. Sasha just texted me and said she's about to head back, so I made sure to tell her that she had to take the bag out if she came across your car. Other than that, her heading back and confirming things might mean that we don't have a lot of time left to make our bodies stock up on energy." She said to Leah, a small but sad smile appearing on her face.
Whether or not the girl would follow, Grace headed towards the door of the apartment to be able to enter the hallway, where she'd proceed to knock on every door to see whether or not people wanted to come and eat. She made sure to not skip any doors, wanting to allow others that might still be in the dorms to eat too.
"Hey, I've got some food on the table and there's enough for everyone. If you want to join us, come out." She'd say at every door, making sure to speak loud and clear enough for them to hear. If there was no immediate response, she'd move on to the next door but if there was, she'd stop to talk to them before directing them to the apartment.
Sal (Doc)
Sal opened the door to his room, a small change if his appearance was made, More or less just his glasses are now replaced by contacts . He slowly opened it up to meet her. "I..I'll bring some cake i have left over if that's ok...its chocolate though..." he said thankfully to be offered a meal. He wasnt in a good mindset at the moment. Seeing some ..."thing " get blasted kinda does that to someone. "Which ...room is.. it by any chance?" He asked shyly.
Leah Young
Upon seeing Grace's gun Leah awkwardly gave grace finger guns "is that yours?" She chuckled nervously. To stray herself from more embarrassment Leah opened the door for grace helping her with any foods that she couldn't carry
"After we eat our fill we should figure out sleeping arrangements." Leah said looking down the hallway "dont worry you can be Little spoon~" Leah whispered before Sal opened the door.
Before leah could say she was kidding the mention of chocolate cake was heard
"Cake is perfect!" Leah practically squealed
Grant Walker
Grant walked back upstairs, yawning as he reached the top. “Up and down and up and down, I need to sit somewhere.” He muttered under his breath. As Grace did her round for food, Grant spoke up “I could use some food, mind if I join you?”
Jackie
Jackie followed WIll throughout the hallways of the third floor, seeming relaxed. His posture slouchy and a small smile on his lips as he watched Will sniff about the area. The unswept tiled floors made noise under the dog's nails, making Jackie wonder when he last clipped them. The hall was dim and light shined through windows acting as their only contact to vitamin D. Jackie hummed a sweet tune quietly to himself, a song he forgot the lyrics to but was catchy anyway. There wasn’t a plentiful amount of fresh air but, even walking around proved to be refreshing for the duo. Have they checked all the rooms in this place?, Jackie wondered as Will came to a halt in the middle of the dim hallway. This thought had reared its ugly head before, Of just how risky he was being. He still didn’t know these people. He knew like, three names and the rest were complete strangers and out of all them the only one he could really say he ‘trusted’ was that weird woman from before, the one Will deemed ‘okay’. It seemed she took a liking to the talkative one so he might talk to one of them about the dorms and maybe a bit about the people who resided. He looked to Will who was still stopped, his floppy ears popping up on his head, tail excited. Jackie sensed danger approaching and his peace was ruined. Speak of the devil, it was the talkative lady whose name Jackie had forgotten, “Fuck”, he whispered. It wasn’t just the talkative lady, no, it was a whole damn band wagon of people who’d seemed to be following her. One of them carrying a cake, It now made sense why Will didn’t detect them as a threat. He smelled food and food was Will’s only weakness, that and squirrels, Jackie really didn’t feel like telling Will he couldn’t have chocolate right now. His easygoing smile disappeared as they approached, Nervousness clouding his features as he wished he could turn invisible on the spot.
Will looked back at him, sensing his unease and Grunted in Jackie’s direction, Will really wanted some of that cake right now and he wasn’t going to let Jackie be a lonely bum either. So Will took it upon himself to say hi to the group, maybe suck up to the one carrying the cake while he was at it. He ran forward toward the group, smelling food, his slobbery jowls bouncing as he ran up to them, a panicked Jackie following.
Sal opened the door to his room, a small change if his appearance was made, More or less just his glasses are now replaced by contacts . He slowly opened it up to meet her. "I..I'll bring some cake i have left over if that's ok...its chocolate though..." he said thankfully to be offered a meal. He wasnt in a good mindset at the moment. Seeing some ..."thing " get blasted kinda does that to someone. "Which ...room is.. it by any chance?" He asked shyly.
Leah Young
Upon seeing Grace's gun Leah awkwardly gave grace finger guns "is that yours?" She chuckled nervously. To stray herself from more embarrassment Leah opened the door for grace helping her with any foods that she couldn't carry
"After we eat our fill we should figure out sleeping arrangements." Leah said looking down the hallway "dont worry you can be Little spoon~" Leah whispered before Sal opened the door.
Before leah could say she was kidding the mention of chocolate cake was heard
"Cake is perfect!" Leah practically squealed
Grant Walker
Grant walked back upstairs, yawning as he reached the top. “Up and down and up and down, I need to sit somewhere.” He muttered under his breath. As Grace did her round for food, Grant spoke up “I could use some food, mind if I join you?”
Jackie
Jackie followed WIll throughout the hallways of the third floor, seeming relaxed. His posture slouchy and a small smile on his lips as he watched Will sniff about the area. The unswept tiled floors made noise under the dog's nails, making Jackie wonder when he last clipped them. The hall was dim and light shined through windows acting as their only contact to vitamin D. Jackie hummed a sweet tune quietly to himself, a song he forgot the lyrics to but was catchy anyway. There wasn’t a plentiful amount of fresh air but, even walking around proved to be refreshing for the duo. Have they checked all the rooms in this place?, Jackie wondered as Will came to a halt in the middle of the dim hallway. This thought had reared its ugly head before, Of just how risky he was being. He still didn’t know these people. He knew like, three names and the rest were complete strangers and out of all them the only one he could really say he ‘trusted’ was that weird woman from before, the one Will deemed ‘okay’. It seemed she took a liking to the talkative one so he might talk to one of them about the dorms and maybe a bit about the people who resided. He looked to Will who was still stopped, his floppy ears popping up on his head, tail excited. Jackie sensed danger approaching and his peace was ruined. Speak of the devil, it was the talkative lady whose name Jackie had forgotten, “Fuck”, he whispered. It wasn’t just the talkative lady, no, it was a whole damn band wagon of people who’d seemed to be following her. One of them carrying a cake, It now made sense why Will didn’t detect them as a threat. He smelled food and food was Will’s only weakness, that and squirrels, Jackie really didn’t feel like telling Will he couldn’t have chocolate right now. His easygoing smile disappeared as they approached, Nervousness clouding his features as he wished he could turn invisible on the spot.
Will looked back at him, sensing his unease and Grunted in Jackie’s direction, Will really wanted some of that cake right now and he wasn’t going to let Jackie be a lonely bum either. So Will took it upon himself to say hi to the group, maybe suck up to the one carrying the cake while he was at it. He ran forward toward the group, smelling food, his slobbery jowls bouncing as he ran up to them, a panicked Jackie following.
The finger guns caused for a chuckle to escape from her lips and infected her with a lighthearted mood while they were making the rounds. To the question about the gun, she first shook her head but then nodded right after.
"No, well yes, I guess it is now." She said with a sheepish smile. "It belonged to someone who was very dear to me, but now that they're gone I decided that I'd take good care of it." She answered. The fact that she had no idea how to use it aside from the basics and hadn't exactly shot a gun before was something she kept on the down low, and she moved on without mentioning it
"Go right in and take a seat, we're just going to get the others if they wish to join but we'll be right back." She said to Klara as she stepped aside to let her enter the apartment while she left it.
The spoon comment wasn't lost on her either and if she hadn't interrupted by the young man that opened the door to them, she would've stared at Leah for longer than the minute while searching for a comeback to it. As it was though, her staring was cut off by the man and a smile appeared on her face at the mention of cake.
"Cake is good and most certainly welcome. We're in 312." She said, knowing that he'd probably walk back with them so not really making the effort of pointing in it's exact direction. Instead, she made a general hand wave towards the other side of the hallway.
Soon enough, she spotted Grant too and shook her head at him. "Not at all, go right ahead. Everyone is welcomed to join, we should have more than enough food for this last feast. After that, we'll have to make sure we don't rush through our resources. Most of the things we set out are fresh though, so they'll just end up going bad if they aren't used."
As the other doors weren't opened for her, she was about to turn back to the apartment when she saw a dog that came running up to them in full excitement.
"Hi there, Will!" She exclaimed, bending through her knees so that she could squat down and pet the dog. Not getting much attention from him and being passed by in near ignorance so that he could reach the person with the cake, she stood up again and looked up to see Jackie, who she gave a small wave.
"Hey, you coming? It'd be nice if you would eat something with us." She said once the man caught up to them.
"No, well yes, I guess it is now." She said with a sheepish smile. "It belonged to someone who was very dear to me, but now that they're gone I decided that I'd take good care of it." She answered. The fact that she had no idea how to use it aside from the basics and hadn't exactly shot a gun before was something she kept on the down low, and she moved on without mentioning it
"Go right in and take a seat, we're just going to get the others if they wish to join but we'll be right back." She said to Klara as she stepped aside to let her enter the apartment while she left it.
The spoon comment wasn't lost on her either and if she hadn't interrupted by the young man that opened the door to them, she would've stared at Leah for longer than the minute while searching for a comeback to it. As it was though, her staring was cut off by the man and a smile appeared on her face at the mention of cake.
"Cake is good and most certainly welcome. We're in 312." She said, knowing that he'd probably walk back with them so not really making the effort of pointing in it's exact direction. Instead, she made a general hand wave towards the other side of the hallway.
Soon enough, she spotted Grant too and shook her head at him. "Not at all, go right ahead. Everyone is welcomed to join, we should have more than enough food for this last feast. After that, we'll have to make sure we don't rush through our resources. Most of the things we set out are fresh though, so they'll just end up going bad if they aren't used."
As the other doors weren't opened for her, she was about to turn back to the apartment when she saw a dog that came running up to them in full excitement.
"Hi there, Will!" She exclaimed, bending through her knees so that she could squat down and pet the dog. Not getting much attention from him and being passed by in near ignorance so that he could reach the person with the cake, she stood up again and looked up to see Jackie, who she gave a small wave.
"Hey, you coming? It'd be nice if you would eat something with us." She said once the man caught up to them.
Leah Young
Leah was still beaming at the cake. It was hard to process the thought that Leahs life wasnt going to go back to normal; she had already mentally calculated the estimate amount of calories the cake had and the bag of chips she had devoured.
"Definitely over...." Leah mumbled to herself.
Before she could brood more about the situation she was in- her head turned to the dog that was galloping its way happily to the food
"Where have you been hiding?" Leah said in a giggle.
She didnt pet Will due to the fact that she had not yet gotten permission from Jackie- but man did she want to pet him. Maybe a head pat or letting Will sniff her hand would be enough? Either way she really wanted to get to know the dog and their owner better but for now introductions were enough.
"I dont believe weve met before, Im Leah Young- not that it matters- but President of Young cosmetics..." Leah said to Sal extending her hand "if you ever need patched up I do a fairly decent job...weird question..does your dorm have sugar?"
Sal
Sal walks across the hall and knocks on the hopefully right door to this"dinner" . He took a few minutes and a shower to compose himself and learn that the things he is seeing is real. He now holds a thing of cake in his hands and a prayer that whatever answers the door is intact still human. "Escuse me...I'm Sal, from a few doors down. I brought cake. "
Klara/Grant Walker
Klara and Grant both walked in, sitting down somewhere available. Grant for once decided to take off his helmet with other people around him. Releasing a few locks on the mask, he got it off his face, revealing some messy hair and scruff. Klara eye’d Grant curiously but nervously, “Excuse me, who are you?” She asked, “I’m Grant” he replied. “And why are you covered in blood?” Klara asked once again, this time with a more nervous than curious tone. “Well, zombies...”
Jackie
Jackie chased Will down; he seemed to be excited with all the attention he was getting. He sniffed at peoples legs in greeting and his fluffy tail wagged as they greeted him, making his owner panicked, helicopter parent style. Jackie ran up behind Will with a silent command of 'here’, “Bad”,He told him,”I said no pe-”, he stopped himself, his green eyes widening in realization. He was, in fact, in front of people at this very moment. His panicked form became a bit stiff as the talkative woman started to speak to him. All his ears heard was the mention of food and just like Will he had become excited, the only thing he’d eaten recently was a granola bar and for a guy his size this felt like he was fasting, if there was food he’d come willingly. He nodded his head, trying to make it seem normal instead of looking like an excited puppy. One of the duo was down to acting like a child and it was up to Jackie to keep his sanity, even on an empty stomach. He joined the group of people making sure to stay in the back as he followed them, keeping Will as close as possible. Jackie huffed at this, he’d trained Will better than this. His dog was smart, and as tempting as Will found cake it made no sense for him to bolt from Jackie like he did. Jackie had thought Will was passed needing a leash. He wondered if it was because of how long they had spent without human contact. It could be that the dog was lacking attention instead of training, one more dangerous than the other, Jackie thought. No one wants to put a dog on a leash in these situations, even if it was a lack of training Jackie had no intention of teaching what had already been taught. Something that should have been hammered into the dogs brain already, no way the nail could be loose. Jackie was sure of it, with that said he let Will go.
Maybe he’d let Will walk around a bit when they made it to the food, Maybe. Jackie was still a little abrasive but, he couldn’t have run up to zombies hoping for a pat on the head. He would have to let his dog run around a bit more. He continued to follow the group, hopefully the rations were sizable.
Leah was still beaming at the cake. It was hard to process the thought that Leahs life wasnt going to go back to normal; she had already mentally calculated the estimate amount of calories the cake had and the bag of chips she had devoured.
"Definitely over...." Leah mumbled to herself.
Before she could brood more about the situation she was in- her head turned to the dog that was galloping its way happily to the food
"Where have you been hiding?" Leah said in a giggle.
She didnt pet Will due to the fact that she had not yet gotten permission from Jackie- but man did she want to pet him. Maybe a head pat or letting Will sniff her hand would be enough? Either way she really wanted to get to know the dog and their owner better but for now introductions were enough.
"I dont believe weve met before, Im Leah Young- not that it matters- but President of Young cosmetics..." Leah said to Sal extending her hand "if you ever need patched up I do a fairly decent job...weird question..does your dorm have sugar?"
Sal
Sal walks across the hall and knocks on the hopefully right door to this"dinner" . He took a few minutes and a shower to compose himself and learn that the things he is seeing is real. He now holds a thing of cake in his hands and a prayer that whatever answers the door is intact still human. "Escuse me...I'm Sal, from a few doors down. I brought cake. "
Klara/Grant Walker
Klara and Grant both walked in, sitting down somewhere available. Grant for once decided to take off his helmet with other people around him. Releasing a few locks on the mask, he got it off his face, revealing some messy hair and scruff. Klara eye’d Grant curiously but nervously, “Excuse me, who are you?” She asked, “I’m Grant” he replied. “And why are you covered in blood?” Klara asked once again, this time with a more nervous than curious tone. “Well, zombies...”
Jackie
Jackie chased Will down; he seemed to be excited with all the attention he was getting. He sniffed at peoples legs in greeting and his fluffy tail wagged as they greeted him, making his owner panicked, helicopter parent style. Jackie ran up behind Will with a silent command of 'here’, “Bad”,He told him,”I said no pe-”, he stopped himself, his green eyes widening in realization. He was, in fact, in front of people at this very moment. His panicked form became a bit stiff as the talkative woman started to speak to him. All his ears heard was the mention of food and just like Will he had become excited, the only thing he’d eaten recently was a granola bar and for a guy his size this felt like he was fasting, if there was food he’d come willingly. He nodded his head, trying to make it seem normal instead of looking like an excited puppy. One of the duo was down to acting like a child and it was up to Jackie to keep his sanity, even on an empty stomach. He joined the group of people making sure to stay in the back as he followed them, keeping Will as close as possible. Jackie huffed at this, he’d trained Will better than this. His dog was smart, and as tempting as Will found cake it made no sense for him to bolt from Jackie like he did. Jackie had thought Will was passed needing a leash. He wondered if it was because of how long they had spent without human contact. It could be that the dog was lacking attention instead of training, one more dangerous than the other, Jackie thought. No one wants to put a dog on a leash in these situations, even if it was a lack of training Jackie had no intention of teaching what had already been taught. Something that should have been hammered into the dogs brain already, no way the nail could be loose. Jackie was sure of it, with that said he let Will go.
Maybe he’d let Will walk around a bit when they made it to the food, Maybe. Jackie was still a little abrasive but, he couldn’t have run up to zombies hoping for a pat on the head. He would have to let his dog run around a bit more. He continued to follow the group, hopefully the rations were sizable.
Leah's mumbling got her attention and she turned to the girl that walked with her, raising an eyebrow.
"Are you okay, dear? Something seems to be going on in your head. Do tell, it isn't healthy to keep everything bottled up inside." She asked, voice lowered to just beyond a whisper as to not unnecessarily alert the others of her worries.
To the others, she simply smiled and made sure to move along so that they could all move into her apartment, which she'd been sharing with Sasha since the year before. She led Sal as well as Jackie and Will into the apartment to join Grant and Klara, who were already sitting at the table.
"Take a seat and fill your plates, we need to stock up today because after today, the resources we have will not flow as richly." She claimed. While her tone was chipper, the words were spoken in dread and to those that paid close attention, it would be noticeable.
She watched as people made themselves comfortable while making sure to close and even lock the door behind them, something she didn't necessarily do to trap people there but to make sure they could eat in peace. Not bothering to take the key from the door, it showed that anyone could unlock it if they wanted to and she had no intention of stopping them.
Before she made her way to her own plate or the table, she made a b-line towards the couch and squatted down next to it, her hand reaching out and gently grabbing the arm of the man who was sleeping on it. She started out with a soft nudge and a thumb that traced his jawline, but if that didn't wake him up she'd go with a soft shaking to get his attention.
"Hey, now would be a good time to wake up. There's food, you must be hungry." She spoke to him in soft and friendly tone. She hoped that it would be enough to wake him up as she wished to do so in the softest possible manner. Everyone hated to be woken up in a rude way, especially if they woke up in an apocalyptic world.
"Are you okay, dear? Something seems to be going on in your head. Do tell, it isn't healthy to keep everything bottled up inside." She asked, voice lowered to just beyond a whisper as to not unnecessarily alert the others of her worries.
To the others, she simply smiled and made sure to move along so that they could all move into her apartment, which she'd been sharing with Sasha since the year before. She led Sal as well as Jackie and Will into the apartment to join Grant and Klara, who were already sitting at the table.
"Take a seat and fill your plates, we need to stock up today because after today, the resources we have will not flow as richly." She claimed. While her tone was chipper, the words were spoken in dread and to those that paid close attention, it would be noticeable.
She watched as people made themselves comfortable while making sure to close and even lock the door behind them, something she didn't necessarily do to trap people there but to make sure they could eat in peace. Not bothering to take the key from the door, it showed that anyone could unlock it if they wanted to and she had no intention of stopping them.
Before she made her way to her own plate or the table, she made a b-line towards the couch and squatted down next to it, her hand reaching out and gently grabbing the arm of the man who was sleeping on it. She started out with a soft nudge and a thumb that traced his jawline, but if that didn't wake him up she'd go with a soft shaking to get his attention.
"Hey, now would be a good time to wake up. There's food, you must be hungry." She spoke to him in soft and friendly tone. She hoped that it would be enough to wake him up as she wished to do so in the softest possible manner. Everyone hated to be woken up in a rude way, especially if they woke up in an apocalyptic world.
Leah Young
Leah blinked a couple times then sat next to Grace "im just thinking how our lives will never go back to normal...thats all" Leah whispered "also...im also thinking that if we are to grab more resources i doubt we will move as a group. I wanted to prepare some emergency sugar water for those who leave safety "
Leah got up and grabbed some cake the she wouldnt admit had been thinking about ever since it was mentioned
"Hi...im Leah." Leah said happily to the new people "i didnt expect so many to come. I hope we can all get along~"
Davinci Bjelke
At the touch to his arm, he sat up suddenly, speaking out loud as if coming out of a dream at full tilt. "I didn't do it. It looks nothing like me. It was the milk man's fault. Leave me out of it." He then stopped for a moment, blinking slightly, before looking around. It took him a moment to realize he wasn't in his shop, and he had to look around a little more. Noticing all the other people in the room, he blinked again. It finally dawned on him that he was in the college dorms. "Oh..." He turned his body in such a way as to not hit her with his large frame, before placing his feet on the ground. "I guess I was having a weird dream." He looked over at the girl, whose name he couldn't place. "Yeah, food could help. If I could get to my shop, there'd be plenty there. Plus I could get a fresh change of clothes. No offense to anyone here, but I'm a bit musty, and I don't think anyone here wears my size..."
Sal
Sal sat at the table with others. He looked over everything and everyone. He had never met them before . He never truly left his room for realy anything. The first thing he saw this morning was people in bloody outfits with weapons. One of those very people killed sick man right infront of him ,and now he is breaking bread with them. The fuck is happening... he decided to stand up and find a lady they called grace. She might have some answers.
He walks around , and sees that the cake he brought had been eaten a bit. That made him feel good about his baking skills. He walked up to who he assumed might he Grace and introduced himself. "Hi, my name is Sal. Computer whiz, you must be Grace.
Leah blinked a couple times then sat next to Grace "im just thinking how our lives will never go back to normal...thats all" Leah whispered "also...im also thinking that if we are to grab more resources i doubt we will move as a group. I wanted to prepare some emergency sugar water for those who leave safety "
Leah got up and grabbed some cake the she wouldnt admit had been thinking about ever since it was mentioned
"Hi...im Leah." Leah said happily to the new people "i didnt expect so many to come. I hope we can all get along~"
Davinci Bjelke
At the touch to his arm, he sat up suddenly, speaking out loud as if coming out of a dream at full tilt. "I didn't do it. It looks nothing like me. It was the milk man's fault. Leave me out of it." He then stopped for a moment, blinking slightly, before looking around. It took him a moment to realize he wasn't in his shop, and he had to look around a little more. Noticing all the other people in the room, he blinked again. It finally dawned on him that he was in the college dorms. "Oh..." He turned his body in such a way as to not hit her with his large frame, before placing his feet on the ground. "I guess I was having a weird dream." He looked over at the girl, whose name he couldn't place. "Yeah, food could help. If I could get to my shop, there'd be plenty there. Plus I could get a fresh change of clothes. No offense to anyone here, but I'm a bit musty, and I don't think anyone here wears my size..."
Sal
Sal sat at the table with others. He looked over everything and everyone. He had never met them before . He never truly left his room for realy anything. The first thing he saw this morning was people in bloody outfits with weapons. One of those very people killed sick man right infront of him ,and now he is breaking bread with them. The fuck is happening... he decided to stand up and find a lady they called grace. She might have some answers.
He walks around , and sees that the cake he brought had been eaten a bit. That made him feel good about his baking skills. He walked up to who he assumed might he Grace and introduced himself. "Hi, my name is Sal. Computer whiz, you must be Grace.
Jackie
Jackie stood next to the door awkwardly shifting from one leg to the other. Keeping his head down, he surveyed the room. No one was staring at him but it felt as if he was being stared at the whole time. He felt a restricting force in the room, dictating how he would act because of these imaginary eyes. Will looked back at him, his big brown eyes filling Jackie with enough comfort to follow the dog toward a table of food. Although he was nervous he paid close attention to what he was told. Why hand out rations if the amount of it handed out was such a worry? His lack of knowledge about these people was more scary than ever. Should he even trust the food he was about to pile onto his plate? Would he drop dead the second a crumb touched the tip of his tongue? He shook his head, surely there wasn’t enough food to waste on poisening a hole butch of people. Honestly, what would the goal even be. Jackie shook himself from his anxiety driven thoughts, he definitely didn’t want to dote over the many reasons anyone would commit murder. He should be thankful that strangers are even kind enough to offer their food to him. He ignored his thoughts and got a plate of food, as he began overthinking about an even stupider subject. Where would he sit to eat his food?
The amount of spaces wasn’t the problem, it was people who’d sat next to those places that could make Jackie fall on his face, maybe throw up and finally die in a corner. He wondered how weird it would be for others if he sat next to them, would they battle in a fight to death as both parties fell silent, uncomfortablely eating in each other's presence? Maybe being locked in a staring contest as to who would start the conversation first only to never speak and create an entire situation that makes both of them want to crawl back into whatever sewer they came from. Or would he be expected to start small talk with those around him only to end up getting stuck on an introduction? Jackie's form shook with anxiety as he eyed a corner near the wall. Might as well die in the corner already, the impending failure was evident. On his way toward it he gained a grumble from Will but ignored it as he sat down. He hoped he didn’t seem rude. He split his food with Will and hoped he wouldn’t be stared at. He would scold himself for not talking to anyone later, as of now he would just focus on getting food into his stomach.
Grant & Klara
Both Grant and Klara ate their food silently. It was obvious that both were uncomfortable with the situation, just in different ways. Klara felt sorta stupid for not recognizing the people she shared the dorm building with, and was confused with the apocalypse situation in general. The gunfire from previous soldiers and other survivors she thought were fireworks or just noise from someone playing a movie too loud. Grant on the other hand felt out of place. Being that he strolled into the building with blood on his and had just recently got rid of someone’s boyfriend. He was walking around with a rifle and revolver in military grade armor and a long coat but no one said otherwise. In fact the only person who did really bat an eye was Sal, but he was situating himself with other students, learning from them what was happening. Grant still barely knows about the situation, all he knows is that this building is protecting them all from possible zombies? For all he knows the person he shot was just crazy.
Hevna
A vast shadow seemed to glide noiselessly over the campus, backlit by the moon. Hevna was gliding around, noticing the weird way the two-legs were moving and eating on each other. It didn't concern her so much, as animals did that from time to time, and she didn't really care to do anything about it. Looking around for a bit, she spied a windowsill shelf to take a short rest on after her night of hunting and a full belly. After circling a little to make sure the area was safe and to locate it properly, she lined herself up and swooped down soundlessly. She wasn't going after a meal this time, so no need to pin them in place with her warcry. Continuing to glide down, she swooped up from a little lower than the shelf, before flapping her wings a couple of times and landing without ruffling her feathers. Giving a little squawk that couldn't be heard too far off, she announced her presence to the owner of the place, before settling a bit and going about preening her feathers.
Leah
Leah sat in awkward silence as the others just watched and ate their meals, perhaps they didn't want to make friends- and why would they? they're all strangers and God who knows what everyone has been through.
Leah munched quietly then took a deep breath in to make an announcement to everyone in the room
"tonight is a important night, this is day one of whatever is going on. and although a lot of us is weary of others, which is understandable- i don't know your stories and I'm in no position to tell anyone what to do. But i believe we should get somewhat acquainted...who knows if we will be together for a lot longer than expected...thats all.."
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha got out of the car, her hand sitting on the grip of the pistol at her hip before she started walking back towards the dorms. She had swiped another keycard from a body and would now be able to gain entry back into the dorms. As she got closer to the front door, she noticed the paper on it, a note. As she glanced back towards the other building, her mind was already foggy from lack of sleep and she wouldn't risk not being able to make it back. Slipping the note into her pocket, she went inside. The echo of the front door shutting behind her seemed loud in the otherwise total silence of the first floor, and she only shook her head. "To damn silent.." she muttered softly making her way to the staircase the led upwards. Another rocking echo and the door slipped shut behind her again, her never even having looked around to see if anyone else was down there. Her mind was centered on finding Grace again. Moving past the second floor, she got to the third floor and remembered she didn't have keys to the door. "Son of a bitch.." lowering her head against the metal of it, she sighed wearily. Having to take the risk, she lifts one hand and lightly bangs it on the door. The hollow metal boom broke the silence quickly and harshly as she called out, "Grace! It's me, lemme in before I fall over!" She had stepped half a step back as she waited for the door to open.
The door creaked open and Grace stood there, fear heavy in her eyes. Sasha smiled wanely and stumbled past the door frame, leaning against the wall in the hallway. "There's so many of em out there.. people but..not." she leaned her head back against the wall, closing her eyes as she shook her head. "It's bad. Really bad." She said, as she stood up and put an arm over Graces shoulder. "I need to sleep though. Seen a note left on the building by someone, says they are over at the medical building. I'll go out and get them at day break.." she muttered as she nearly tripped over her own feet walking into their room. She eyed others who were there and then just waved and disappeared behind a door, crashing hard on her bed, shutting down for a few hours of much needed sleep.
The sun was just beginning to break when her eyes shot open again and she sat up quickly. Her eyes darted back and forth, the sharp green clear now. Standing up smoothly, she pulled her arms over her head to stretch them out before changing clothes. Another pair of blue jeans with a dark blue v neck shirt tucked into it with the tan belt holding the holster and sheath for what she crashed wearing. Leaning down, she tied her boots and pulled out the note from the other pants, reading it. She walked back out to the living room, her eyes searching for Grace as she did so.
L
. I think I’m drowning, asphyxiated,
. I wanna break the spell, you created.
. Her eyes snapped open, and wildly searched around for any signs of danger and finding nothingness instead. Her earbuds had fallen out of her ears, but she could hear the familiar song beginning somewhere close. It was dark, her eyes only just barely finding faint silhouettes around her. Disoriented would have been selling it short, L couldn’t remember where she was or how she had gotten there. At the very least she had enough sense to not immediately jerk around in case she’d gravely injured herself. Panic made her chest tighten, but she kept her breathing slow and deliberate.
. You’re something beautiful, a contradiction,
. I wanna play the game, I want the friction.
. There was a warm pain that ebbed from the top of her head. Otherwise her muscles and joints simply felt stiff, as if she’d slept for days. With no rush, the young woman worked herself quietly onto her back, shifting and moving in a series of scoots and winces. From there she began to take inventory of the rest. Knees, hands, and elbows ached softly as if she’d fallen forward. After bumping into something.
. That’s it.
. There had come a knock at the door that startled her in the midst of her preparedness, and in efforts to act quickly she’d jolted up to get closer to the door and listen to the voice calling out. Alas the corner of a coffee table had different ideas for her, and grace failed her in her descent to the floor, her head catching the corner of an end table. Though her wounds were not life threatening, they certainly took their toll on her body and the sleep she’d gained without choice had only left her body sore from lack of movement.
. It took several moments to gather herself and her things before weakly clambering to her feet and heading for the door. Leslee pulled the phone from her pocket and fired off a text to Sasha, standing in front of the closed door to the apartment she’d been passed out in for what had to have been hours. She cursed when the screen confirmed the time, and sent a message to her connection hoping that she had made it back by then.
Grace Gibson
A heavy breath escaped her lips while her chest fell only to rise again. Another heavy breath, a quickened pace that was starting to match her racing heart. She turned underneath the blankets, beads of sweat shaping on her forehead and choosing to run down her pale, freckled skin. The temperature of her surroundings went up slightly as she turned once more, her body creating friction against her blankets again and again until her legs were properly tangled in them.
Blood, more blood and scattered body parts. Teeth and nails digging into the flesh. The screaming, oh the screaming... Worthy of sending chills down many spines, and that had been behind glass. The thought of instead being close enough to smell the scent of iron and decomposition had been enough to make her stomach turn, but now that same scent was in her nose. It lingered there, remained stuck while terrors continued to haunt her thoughts and torment her until she begged to be released.
"No, please no..."
She murmured, the words being full shouts in the world that kept her in it's trance.
"No! Jake! Sasha....I have to..."
She continued, words that became more clear this time as they turned from shouts to panicked screams.
"Sasha?! Where is Sasha?!"
The last of her screams were carried into the safety of her own bedroom, and emerald green eyes shot open to meet the view of a purple ceiling. Her screams then faded into the silence, her breath stuck in her throat as the air around her seemed to thicken. She gasped as she pushed herself up and used both of her arms to push the sweaty blankets off of her body.
Grabbing nothing but her chamber coat, she wrapped the fabric around her tiny frame and released her curly, ginger hair from the elastic band that had trapped it. A shower... She desperately craved a shower to feel human again and wash away her fears.
Making her way out of her bedroom, she closed the door behind her and ventured into the still empty kitchen. The apartment that she'd shared with Sasha and that had been filled with some other survivors the night before was now eerily quiet in the first sunrays of dawn. Most of them had left by midnight to find themselves a bed to sleep in on the closed off floor. Only few had remained, and those few had already been asleep when Sasha came home.
Looking over to the couches in the living room, she noticed Leah's hair that was draped over the side of a couch and Dave's large frame on another before she turned towards the coffee machine. Coffee would do her well after her shower, and if any of the others woke up then they'd probably appreciate the hot beverage too.
Jackie stood next to the door awkwardly shifting from one leg to the other. Keeping his head down, he surveyed the room. No one was staring at him but it felt as if he was being stared at the whole time. He felt a restricting force in the room, dictating how he would act because of these imaginary eyes. Will looked back at him, his big brown eyes filling Jackie with enough comfort to follow the dog toward a table of food. Although he was nervous he paid close attention to what he was told. Why hand out rations if the amount of it handed out was such a worry? His lack of knowledge about these people was more scary than ever. Should he even trust the food he was about to pile onto his plate? Would he drop dead the second a crumb touched the tip of his tongue? He shook his head, surely there wasn’t enough food to waste on poisening a hole butch of people. Honestly, what would the goal even be. Jackie shook himself from his anxiety driven thoughts, he definitely didn’t want to dote over the many reasons anyone would commit murder. He should be thankful that strangers are even kind enough to offer their food to him. He ignored his thoughts and got a plate of food, as he began overthinking about an even stupider subject. Where would he sit to eat his food?
The amount of spaces wasn’t the problem, it was people who’d sat next to those places that could make Jackie fall on his face, maybe throw up and finally die in a corner. He wondered how weird it would be for others if he sat next to them, would they battle in a fight to death as both parties fell silent, uncomfortablely eating in each other's presence? Maybe being locked in a staring contest as to who would start the conversation first only to never speak and create an entire situation that makes both of them want to crawl back into whatever sewer they came from. Or would he be expected to start small talk with those around him only to end up getting stuck on an introduction? Jackie's form shook with anxiety as he eyed a corner near the wall. Might as well die in the corner already, the impending failure was evident. On his way toward it he gained a grumble from Will but ignored it as he sat down. He hoped he didn’t seem rude. He split his food with Will and hoped he wouldn’t be stared at. He would scold himself for not talking to anyone later, as of now he would just focus on getting food into his stomach.
Grant & Klara
Both Grant and Klara ate their food silently. It was obvious that both were uncomfortable with the situation, just in different ways. Klara felt sorta stupid for not recognizing the people she shared the dorm building with, and was confused with the apocalypse situation in general. The gunfire from previous soldiers and other survivors she thought were fireworks or just noise from someone playing a movie too loud. Grant on the other hand felt out of place. Being that he strolled into the building with blood on his and had just recently got rid of someone’s boyfriend. He was walking around with a rifle and revolver in military grade armor and a long coat but no one said otherwise. In fact the only person who did really bat an eye was Sal, but he was situating himself with other students, learning from them what was happening. Grant still barely knows about the situation, all he knows is that this building is protecting them all from possible zombies? For all he knows the person he shot was just crazy.
Hevna
A vast shadow seemed to glide noiselessly over the campus, backlit by the moon. Hevna was gliding around, noticing the weird way the two-legs were moving and eating on each other. It didn't concern her so much, as animals did that from time to time, and she didn't really care to do anything about it. Looking around for a bit, she spied a windowsill shelf to take a short rest on after her night of hunting and a full belly. After circling a little to make sure the area was safe and to locate it properly, she lined herself up and swooped down soundlessly. She wasn't going after a meal this time, so no need to pin them in place with her warcry. Continuing to glide down, she swooped up from a little lower than the shelf, before flapping her wings a couple of times and landing without ruffling her feathers. Giving a little squawk that couldn't be heard too far off, she announced her presence to the owner of the place, before settling a bit and going about preening her feathers.
Leah
Leah sat in awkward silence as the others just watched and ate their meals, perhaps they didn't want to make friends- and why would they? they're all strangers and God who knows what everyone has been through.
Leah munched quietly then took a deep breath in to make an announcement to everyone in the room
"tonight is a important night, this is day one of whatever is going on. and although a lot of us is weary of others, which is understandable- i don't know your stories and I'm in no position to tell anyone what to do. But i believe we should get somewhat acquainted...who knows if we will be together for a lot longer than expected...thats all.."
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha got out of the car, her hand sitting on the grip of the pistol at her hip before she started walking back towards the dorms. She had swiped another keycard from a body and would now be able to gain entry back into the dorms. As she got closer to the front door, she noticed the paper on it, a note. As she glanced back towards the other building, her mind was already foggy from lack of sleep and she wouldn't risk not being able to make it back. Slipping the note into her pocket, she went inside. The echo of the front door shutting behind her seemed loud in the otherwise total silence of the first floor, and she only shook her head. "To damn silent.." she muttered softly making her way to the staircase the led upwards. Another rocking echo and the door slipped shut behind her again, her never even having looked around to see if anyone else was down there. Her mind was centered on finding Grace again. Moving past the second floor, she got to the third floor and remembered she didn't have keys to the door. "Son of a bitch.." lowering her head against the metal of it, she sighed wearily. Having to take the risk, she lifts one hand and lightly bangs it on the door. The hollow metal boom broke the silence quickly and harshly as she called out, "Grace! It's me, lemme in before I fall over!" She had stepped half a step back as she waited for the door to open.
The door creaked open and Grace stood there, fear heavy in her eyes. Sasha smiled wanely and stumbled past the door frame, leaning against the wall in the hallway. "There's so many of em out there.. people but..not." she leaned her head back against the wall, closing her eyes as she shook her head. "It's bad. Really bad." She said, as she stood up and put an arm over Graces shoulder. "I need to sleep though. Seen a note left on the building by someone, says they are over at the medical building. I'll go out and get them at day break.." she muttered as she nearly tripped over her own feet walking into their room. She eyed others who were there and then just waved and disappeared behind a door, crashing hard on her bed, shutting down for a few hours of much needed sleep.
The sun was just beginning to break when her eyes shot open again and she sat up quickly. Her eyes darted back and forth, the sharp green clear now. Standing up smoothly, she pulled her arms over her head to stretch them out before changing clothes. Another pair of blue jeans with a dark blue v neck shirt tucked into it with the tan belt holding the holster and sheath for what she crashed wearing. Leaning down, she tied her boots and pulled out the note from the other pants, reading it. She walked back out to the living room, her eyes searching for Grace as she did so.
L
. I think I’m drowning, asphyxiated,
. I wanna break the spell, you created.
. Her eyes snapped open, and wildly searched around for any signs of danger and finding nothingness instead. Her earbuds had fallen out of her ears, but she could hear the familiar song beginning somewhere close. It was dark, her eyes only just barely finding faint silhouettes around her. Disoriented would have been selling it short, L couldn’t remember where she was or how she had gotten there. At the very least she had enough sense to not immediately jerk around in case she’d gravely injured herself. Panic made her chest tighten, but she kept her breathing slow and deliberate.
. You’re something beautiful, a contradiction,
. I wanna play the game, I want the friction.
. There was a warm pain that ebbed from the top of her head. Otherwise her muscles and joints simply felt stiff, as if she’d slept for days. With no rush, the young woman worked herself quietly onto her back, shifting and moving in a series of scoots and winces. From there she began to take inventory of the rest. Knees, hands, and elbows ached softly as if she’d fallen forward. After bumping into something.
. That’s it.
. There had come a knock at the door that startled her in the midst of her preparedness, and in efforts to act quickly she’d jolted up to get closer to the door and listen to the voice calling out. Alas the corner of a coffee table had different ideas for her, and grace failed her in her descent to the floor, her head catching the corner of an end table. Though her wounds were not life threatening, they certainly took their toll on her body and the sleep she’d gained without choice had only left her body sore from lack of movement.
. It took several moments to gather herself and her things before weakly clambering to her feet and heading for the door. Leslee pulled the phone from her pocket and fired off a text to Sasha, standing in front of the closed door to the apartment she’d been passed out in for what had to have been hours. She cursed when the screen confirmed the time, and sent a message to her connection hoping that she had made it back by then.
Grace Gibson
A heavy breath escaped her lips while her chest fell only to rise again. Another heavy breath, a quickened pace that was starting to match her racing heart. She turned underneath the blankets, beads of sweat shaping on her forehead and choosing to run down her pale, freckled skin. The temperature of her surroundings went up slightly as she turned once more, her body creating friction against her blankets again and again until her legs were properly tangled in them.
Blood, more blood and scattered body parts. Teeth and nails digging into the flesh. The screaming, oh the screaming... Worthy of sending chills down many spines, and that had been behind glass. The thought of instead being close enough to smell the scent of iron and decomposition had been enough to make her stomach turn, but now that same scent was in her nose. It lingered there, remained stuck while terrors continued to haunt her thoughts and torment her until she begged to be released.
"No, please no..."
She murmured, the words being full shouts in the world that kept her in it's trance.
"No! Jake! Sasha....I have to..."
She continued, words that became more clear this time as they turned from shouts to panicked screams.
"Sasha?! Where is Sasha?!"
The last of her screams were carried into the safety of her own bedroom, and emerald green eyes shot open to meet the view of a purple ceiling. Her screams then faded into the silence, her breath stuck in her throat as the air around her seemed to thicken. She gasped as she pushed herself up and used both of her arms to push the sweaty blankets off of her body.
Grabbing nothing but her chamber coat, she wrapped the fabric around her tiny frame and released her curly, ginger hair from the elastic band that had trapped it. A shower... She desperately craved a shower to feel human again and wash away her fears.
Making her way out of her bedroom, she closed the door behind her and ventured into the still empty kitchen. The apartment that she'd shared with Sasha and that had been filled with some other survivors the night before was now eerily quiet in the first sunrays of dawn. Most of them had left by midnight to find themselves a bed to sleep in on the closed off floor. Only few had remained, and those few had already been asleep when Sasha came home.
Looking over to the couches in the living room, she noticed Leah's hair that was draped over the side of a couch and Dave's large frame on another before she turned towards the coffee machine. Coffee would do her well after her shower, and if any of the others woke up then they'd probably appreciate the hot beverage too.
Grant
Grant spun his gun around his finger, looking out the window of a spare room he took haven in. The few zombies outside congregating and shuffling along the grass and concrete. He wondered to himself if he would have brought more ammo, being that he only had so much for his revolver and about a mag for his rifle. He started to whistle, out of boredom, making the tune as he went. He jammed for a bit before he got really bored, and decided to see if anyone else was doing something remotely interesting. In casual t shirt and jeans he walked into the hallway.
Klara had walked up from the second floor, where her room was. Much like Grant she came out of boredom, some girl was crying the room next to her about her boyfriend or something of that matter. It was annoying.
Sasha
Sasha turned as she heard the soft clatter behind her and she seen Grace. Moving quickly to her, she leaned down and took a hold of her. She wrapped her arms around the woman, happy to see her alive and just held her tightly for a full minute before letting her go. The coffee maker wasn't all the far from them, and she just gestured towards it. "It's awful out there, Grace. I've never seen anything like it." She watched Grace, noticing the difference in her than before, and decided that if she had to leave again, she would take Grace with her. Remembering the ding from her phone, she pulled it out and looked at. "Shit, Ls here. Says she's up here on this floor. Wonder which room she's in." She said, sending a message back, I'm in my room, come to me. The message was short, to the point and easy to understand. Sasha moved over and opened the door of their room, *My doors open she sent. She looked back over at Grace and then to those still sleeping soundly in their living room.
Her bright green eyes moves from the people to the windows that were covered. The wonderful smell of coffee slowly mixed with the otherwise still air as she walked over to window and pulled the curtains back. Standing there, she watched as the dawn started to break, spears of light flashing off windows and making it seem like fire grew around them. Sasha shuddered hard as the memory of what she had seen on the roads outside of town kept into her mind before she turned back to look at Grace. She kept her voice down, "Thousands of them, I don't know what to do. I think we can stay here, should be safe enough. But gonna need more supplies, a way to keep track of them." She looked around her, at the others before pointing out the open door. "Should we talk out here?" She made to move again and just stopped... "God I stink. Do you think the showers still work?" She asked.
Dave
Dave
Dave snapped back to wakefulness, having nodded off again shortly after waking up. He grumbled a bit as he stood up, stretching his arms only for his hands to hit the ceiling. Looking up, he lifted an eyebrow, before taking a moment to figure out his surroundings. Once he did, he shook his head. “I can’t stay here doing nothing. There’s no telling what might happen to my shop.” He wasn’t even really worried about his personal safety, or whatever else was going on in the city. He just knew he needed to head back to his shop. He had orders to fill, along with a couple of chairs that needed the finishing touches. (c)
As such, he grumbled a bit, looking down out the window. He then noticed the big ass bird that was just sitting on the windowsill, which caused him to blink for a moment in surprise. Taking a moment to study it, he took a half step closer, until it looked at him, and he saw the killer instinct in the eyes. He took a full step back, before making up his mind that he didn’t want to be in a room with that thing. Looking around at the others, he made up his mind. He turned and headed for the door. He didn’t get too awful far though, as he forgot his headset. Turning back, he headed over and grabbed his headset, before heading out into the hallway of the third floor, sliding them into place and becoming oblivious to the world around him as he started heading towards the doors. (e)
L
. Her head was throbbing so she was certainly not jamming out to Muse as she might have been, had her uncoordinated limbs not had other plans from her. Such was her luck, and it took her a moment to assess herself before she exited the apartment she’d been holed up in. All of her supplies were located in the pack on her back. Her firearm was safely tucked out of sight but within reach, silencer mounted. The large survival knife was gripped firmly in her hand, teeth grit as she closed her eyes to focus her mind. It was time to put to mind the mantra her father had taught her. Embrace the suck.
. Though she was in pain, she forced herself to deftly exit the place with so little sound that one would have had to been directly staring at her that doorway to know she were suddenly in the hallway, and a sight she would have been. The young woman’s unnaturally orange hair was stained with blood, her pale face devoid of color and gaunt from lack of having a quality meal in weeks. At first glance she might have even looked like one of the dead, had it not been for the careful way she moved and held her blade. The text had told her to find her room, only it had specified which and for that L wanted to curse and simply start yelling until a door in the hallway opened. Damnit, Sasha, she thought as she scowled, squinting at the light that streamed through a window at the end of the corridor.
. Then suddenly a sound, a whistle?
. She spun around to see another living person saunter into the same hallway she happened to occupy, and it was clear by the look on her face that she was stunned. Leslee was the epitome of social awkwardness without the pressure of an added apocalypse, so it took her a moment to snap shut the jaw that had dropped. She was still completely unsure of what had happened while she’d laid unconscious on the floor, and she had no clue whether this particular fellow was a friend or foe.
. A whisper parted her lips before she could think to stop it, never one so sugar coat, ”Look… If you don’t try to kill me, I won’t try to kill you, okay?... Are we cool-”
. Just as she did, another person exited into the hallway, again another male and another person she wasn’t sure she’d met. If she had, the corner of the table to her head had knocked the experience loose. At first the other didn’t even notice them, and her face immediately fell dumbstruck, wondering for a moment if these people were worried about the dead at all. They seemed neither hostile, nor alert, nor paranoid, while she was simultaneously all three. Her vibrant eyes paced back and forth between the two, the knife at her side twitching softly as if to simply remind herself it was there if she needed it.
. "Jesus fu- how many of you are there!? How many living are here?"
. It immediately drew her concern. If there was a lot of life huddled together, there was bound to be a lot of death trying to converge around it.
Co
"Damn, I'm hungry," Co mumbled to herself softly, watching the zombies from the school rooftop. Cozen shared a common ground with the zombies, the need to stuff her face, and food was a huge motivator. She huffed and rocked to calm herself. "A crystal clear light is waiting for us," she sang softly, her eyes wandering. Her belly whined, and she salivated thinking of biting into a apple.
She climbed down the corner of the dormitory building and into the window of room 303. First she tapped on the window and sing-sang cheerfully, "Hell-lo-ohhh…" Then she saw the window was open so she helped herself, to slide a leg in. She could see a red head male sitting in his computer chair doing… Imgur. Seriously? Even in the apocalypse? Well of course, why not? Best meme wins for entertainment, she guesses. She pointed her rake at him, her full backpack jiggling with movement as she did, "I said hello," she grinned.
Ross
Ross would adjust lightly in his chair, the soft light of those monitors he was currently scanning over lighting up those thick rimmed glasses. His orange eyes darted around that little window infront of him, all the access to the outside world he could hope for right now. Honestly, it seemed almost all the information was junk, however. Nothing was coming up except everyone panicking about the obvious threat at hand -- next to no one was providing any answers or solutions. Hell, even tips were surprisingly sparse. Just your typical memes about zombie movies. This wasn't really a time for jokes.
Almost as if on cue, there was a knock on the window, of all places.
Ross would look over just in time to see that knock instead turn itself into a grown woman shimmying her way down onto the window ledge, and then letting herself in his window. He couldn't help but just stare at the absurdity of the room intruder. He'd have been a bit more panicked if he didn't already know that weirdo, but, even then. "You know there's a door, right Cozen?" he'd say, a hand motioning over to the doorway. Which would.. promptly reveal a halfhearted barricade against that door. "...Fair play." He'd groan a bit to himself, forgetting that he'd gotten himself a bit spooked over all the commotion going on outside in the hallway. He'd sigh, and turn to face the unexpected guest appropriately.
"Nothing yet." he'd say to her, trying to update her some on the news he was looking up. "Doesn't seem like.. anyone, anywhere really has a good handle on it." he'd say with an annoyed sigh forcing itself from himself.
Leah
Leah shifted on the couch still half asleep. The past few days felt like a simulation; she couldn't grasp what was truly going on. Out of politeness Leah didnt ask Grace about her night terrors but it was hard to listen to her whimper throughout the night-leah's hearr went out to her.
With the scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the air Leah managed to get her heavy body off the couch, groaning as her body was becoming sore from the day's previous yoga session she had done after dinner. Leah rubbed her face then her shoulders stretching upwards cracking her lower back as she did "why am i so stiff" she groaned yawning.
Leah in the past days had slowly gotten comfortable with her new "roommates" and had somewhat dropped her need to keep appearances, a part of her felt bad for Dave and Grace lord knows what kind of mess she looked like in the mornings...but who cares right? There were far worse things outside than bedhead
Grant spun his gun around his finger, looking out the window of a spare room he took haven in. The few zombies outside congregating and shuffling along the grass and concrete. He wondered to himself if he would have brought more ammo, being that he only had so much for his revolver and about a mag for his rifle. He started to whistle, out of boredom, making the tune as he went. He jammed for a bit before he got really bored, and decided to see if anyone else was doing something remotely interesting. In casual t shirt and jeans he walked into the hallway.
Klara had walked up from the second floor, where her room was. Much like Grant she came out of boredom, some girl was crying the room next to her about her boyfriend or something of that matter. It was annoying.
Sasha
Sasha turned as she heard the soft clatter behind her and she seen Grace. Moving quickly to her, she leaned down and took a hold of her. She wrapped her arms around the woman, happy to see her alive and just held her tightly for a full minute before letting her go. The coffee maker wasn't all the far from them, and she just gestured towards it. "It's awful out there, Grace. I've never seen anything like it." She watched Grace, noticing the difference in her than before, and decided that if she had to leave again, she would take Grace with her. Remembering the ding from her phone, she pulled it out and looked at. "Shit, Ls here. Says she's up here on this floor. Wonder which room she's in." She said, sending a message back, I'm in my room, come to me. The message was short, to the point and easy to understand. Sasha moved over and opened the door of their room, *My doors open she sent. She looked back over at Grace and then to those still sleeping soundly in their living room.
Her bright green eyes moves from the people to the windows that were covered. The wonderful smell of coffee slowly mixed with the otherwise still air as she walked over to window and pulled the curtains back. Standing there, she watched as the dawn started to break, spears of light flashing off windows and making it seem like fire grew around them. Sasha shuddered hard as the memory of what she had seen on the roads outside of town kept into her mind before she turned back to look at Grace. She kept her voice down, "Thousands of them, I don't know what to do. I think we can stay here, should be safe enough. But gonna need more supplies, a way to keep track of them." She looked around her, at the others before pointing out the open door. "Should we talk out here?" She made to move again and just stopped... "God I stink. Do you think the showers still work?" She asked.
Dave
Dave
Dave snapped back to wakefulness, having nodded off again shortly after waking up. He grumbled a bit as he stood up, stretching his arms only for his hands to hit the ceiling. Looking up, he lifted an eyebrow, before taking a moment to figure out his surroundings. Once he did, he shook his head. “I can’t stay here doing nothing. There’s no telling what might happen to my shop.” He wasn’t even really worried about his personal safety, or whatever else was going on in the city. He just knew he needed to head back to his shop. He had orders to fill, along with a couple of chairs that needed the finishing touches. (c)
As such, he grumbled a bit, looking down out the window. He then noticed the big ass bird that was just sitting on the windowsill, which caused him to blink for a moment in surprise. Taking a moment to study it, he took a half step closer, until it looked at him, and he saw the killer instinct in the eyes. He took a full step back, before making up his mind that he didn’t want to be in a room with that thing. Looking around at the others, he made up his mind. He turned and headed for the door. He didn’t get too awful far though, as he forgot his headset. Turning back, he headed over and grabbed his headset, before heading out into the hallway of the third floor, sliding them into place and becoming oblivious to the world around him as he started heading towards the doors. (e)
L
. Her head was throbbing so she was certainly not jamming out to Muse as she might have been, had her uncoordinated limbs not had other plans from her. Such was her luck, and it took her a moment to assess herself before she exited the apartment she’d been holed up in. All of her supplies were located in the pack on her back. Her firearm was safely tucked out of sight but within reach, silencer mounted. The large survival knife was gripped firmly in her hand, teeth grit as she closed her eyes to focus her mind. It was time to put to mind the mantra her father had taught her. Embrace the suck.
. Though she was in pain, she forced herself to deftly exit the place with so little sound that one would have had to been directly staring at her that doorway to know she were suddenly in the hallway, and a sight she would have been. The young woman’s unnaturally orange hair was stained with blood, her pale face devoid of color and gaunt from lack of having a quality meal in weeks. At first glance she might have even looked like one of the dead, had it not been for the careful way she moved and held her blade. The text had told her to find her room, only it had specified which and for that L wanted to curse and simply start yelling until a door in the hallway opened. Damnit, Sasha, she thought as she scowled, squinting at the light that streamed through a window at the end of the corridor.
. Then suddenly a sound, a whistle?
. She spun around to see another living person saunter into the same hallway she happened to occupy, and it was clear by the look on her face that she was stunned. Leslee was the epitome of social awkwardness without the pressure of an added apocalypse, so it took her a moment to snap shut the jaw that had dropped. She was still completely unsure of what had happened while she’d laid unconscious on the floor, and she had no clue whether this particular fellow was a friend or foe.
. A whisper parted her lips before she could think to stop it, never one so sugar coat, ”Look… If you don’t try to kill me, I won’t try to kill you, okay?... Are we cool-”
. Just as she did, another person exited into the hallway, again another male and another person she wasn’t sure she’d met. If she had, the corner of the table to her head had knocked the experience loose. At first the other didn’t even notice them, and her face immediately fell dumbstruck, wondering for a moment if these people were worried about the dead at all. They seemed neither hostile, nor alert, nor paranoid, while she was simultaneously all three. Her vibrant eyes paced back and forth between the two, the knife at her side twitching softly as if to simply remind herself it was there if she needed it.
. "Jesus fu- how many of you are there!? How many living are here?"
. It immediately drew her concern. If there was a lot of life huddled together, there was bound to be a lot of death trying to converge around it.
Co
"Damn, I'm hungry," Co mumbled to herself softly, watching the zombies from the school rooftop. Cozen shared a common ground with the zombies, the need to stuff her face, and food was a huge motivator. She huffed and rocked to calm herself. "A crystal clear light is waiting for us," she sang softly, her eyes wandering. Her belly whined, and she salivated thinking of biting into a apple.
She climbed down the corner of the dormitory building and into the window of room 303. First she tapped on the window and sing-sang cheerfully, "Hell-lo-ohhh…" Then she saw the window was open so she helped herself, to slide a leg in. She could see a red head male sitting in his computer chair doing… Imgur. Seriously? Even in the apocalypse? Well of course, why not? Best meme wins for entertainment, she guesses. She pointed her rake at him, her full backpack jiggling with movement as she did, "I said hello," she grinned.
Ross
Ross would adjust lightly in his chair, the soft light of those monitors he was currently scanning over lighting up those thick rimmed glasses. His orange eyes darted around that little window infront of him, all the access to the outside world he could hope for right now. Honestly, it seemed almost all the information was junk, however. Nothing was coming up except everyone panicking about the obvious threat at hand -- next to no one was providing any answers or solutions. Hell, even tips were surprisingly sparse. Just your typical memes about zombie movies. This wasn't really a time for jokes.
Almost as if on cue, there was a knock on the window, of all places.
Ross would look over just in time to see that knock instead turn itself into a grown woman shimmying her way down onto the window ledge, and then letting herself in his window. He couldn't help but just stare at the absurdity of the room intruder. He'd have been a bit more panicked if he didn't already know that weirdo, but, even then. "You know there's a door, right Cozen?" he'd say, a hand motioning over to the doorway. Which would.. promptly reveal a halfhearted barricade against that door. "...Fair play." He'd groan a bit to himself, forgetting that he'd gotten himself a bit spooked over all the commotion going on outside in the hallway. He'd sigh, and turn to face the unexpected guest appropriately.
"Nothing yet." he'd say to her, trying to update her some on the news he was looking up. "Doesn't seem like.. anyone, anywhere really has a good handle on it." he'd say with an annoyed sigh forcing itself from himself.
Leah
Leah shifted on the couch still half asleep. The past few days felt like a simulation; she couldn't grasp what was truly going on. Out of politeness Leah didnt ask Grace about her night terrors but it was hard to listen to her whimper throughout the night-leah's hearr went out to her.
With the scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the air Leah managed to get her heavy body off the couch, groaning as her body was becoming sore from the day's previous yoga session she had done after dinner. Leah rubbed her face then her shoulders stretching upwards cracking her lower back as she did "why am i so stiff" she groaned yawning.
Leah in the past days had slowly gotten comfortable with her new "roommates" and had somewhat dropped her need to keep appearances, a part of her felt bad for Dave and Grace lord knows what kind of mess she looked like in the mornings...but who cares right? There were far worse things outside than bedhead
As soon as the coffee was ready, Grace was already collecting mugs and preparing her own. Choco powder was added as well as sugar and milk, making the coffee as much of a sugary drink as possible without tasting like raw sugar. Unhealthy? Most likely, but the curly redhead shrugged it off and inhaled it's sweet perfume with closed eyes and a delighted sigh.
The mug was placed on the counter before she could take a sip as Sasha's arms were wrapped around her waist. A genuine, happy smile formed on her lips at the greeting of the fierce red, and for a moment she revelled in the comfort of the familiar embrace.
Her eyes opened in shock at the sound of the words that came out of her friend's mouth. Harsh words with a soft sound. If even Sasha had never seen anything like it... a shiver went down her spine and the comfort that had lingered after the embrace was lifted off of her like flames by an ice bucket, leaving burns and bruises on her soul.
Her eyes hovered towards the couches while Sasha was occupied with her phone and her lips remained pressed together, now forming a thin line as a frown was added to them when Dave left the apartment without words.
"Blessed be your soul" She whispered as she watched him head towards the door, and with that her attention snapped back to Sasha.
"Thousands you say?"
The question came out in a shaky, higher pitch. Fear climbed up her bones and grabbed her head, her gaze scanning the apartment as if those thousands were standing right next to them. Finding the blue eyes of her friend, her expression softened and her shoulders slumped.
"They deserve to know too. I wish Dave knew as well before he left. Did you ever exchange numbers with him? Can you reach him?" She asked, shaking her head when Sasha made the motion to move away from listening ears.
"The showers work. I was thinking of taking one too. You can go first though, no worries." She said, a small smile on her face at the idea of the few normal things they had left to hold onto.
"Supplies for sure... maybe we should sweep the building, see if there is anyone else. We can all move to this floor and move all the food too." She thought out loud.
Registering the movement on the other couch, she looked up to see Leah waking up with a less than elegant groan. The one that Grace had dubbed The Princess in her mind looked less than royal now, but it also felt kind of nice to realize that she wasn't the only one that looked horrible, with her red and puffy eyes.
"That's what he said," Grace chuckled in response to Leah's question. Fearing that the joke would fall flat, she half-assed a second line that even made her own freckled cheeks flush.
"But you clearly still have your boobs, so I wouldn't worry too much."
The mug was placed on the counter before she could take a sip as Sasha's arms were wrapped around her waist. A genuine, happy smile formed on her lips at the greeting of the fierce red, and for a moment she revelled in the comfort of the familiar embrace.
Her eyes opened in shock at the sound of the words that came out of her friend's mouth. Harsh words with a soft sound. If even Sasha had never seen anything like it... a shiver went down her spine and the comfort that had lingered after the embrace was lifted off of her like flames by an ice bucket, leaving burns and bruises on her soul.
Her eyes hovered towards the couches while Sasha was occupied with her phone and her lips remained pressed together, now forming a thin line as a frown was added to them when Dave left the apartment without words.
"Blessed be your soul" She whispered as she watched him head towards the door, and with that her attention snapped back to Sasha.
"Thousands you say?"
The question came out in a shaky, higher pitch. Fear climbed up her bones and grabbed her head, her gaze scanning the apartment as if those thousands were standing right next to them. Finding the blue eyes of her friend, her expression softened and her shoulders slumped.
"They deserve to know too. I wish Dave knew as well before he left. Did you ever exchange numbers with him? Can you reach him?" She asked, shaking her head when Sasha made the motion to move away from listening ears.
"The showers work. I was thinking of taking one too. You can go first though, no worries." She said, a small smile on her face at the idea of the few normal things they had left to hold onto.
"Supplies for sure... maybe we should sweep the building, see if there is anyone else. We can all move to this floor and move all the food too." She thought out loud.
Registering the movement on the other couch, she looked up to see Leah waking up with a less than elegant groan. The one that Grace had dubbed The Princess in her mind looked less than royal now, but it also felt kind of nice to realize that she wasn't the only one that looked horrible, with her red and puffy eyes.
"That's what he said," Grace chuckled in response to Leah's question. Fearing that the joke would fall flat, she half-assed a second line that even made her own freckled cheeks flush.
"But you clearly still have your boobs, so I wouldn't worry too much."
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