Sebastian Ashbury
The slumber. It was like falling into a black void, but it was a wonderful endless dive, feeling light and yet knowing he was indeed falling. Falling where? He couldn't tell. He just didn't want this to end but all good things did. The feeling of knowingness the feeling of sudden THIRST and HUNGER shook his whole body.
With a strangeled gasp, Sebastian stared up at the ceiling of his apartment building, the white twisted formation of the ceiling for a split second of delusion,looked almost terrifying. But it wasn't the ceiling. It was the SCREAMING and the gunfire coming off of the open window and he could tell by the lack of light, it was nightfall.
He struggled to rise up off of the bed but found himself in a horrible state of weakness. Suddenly more gunfire was heard as he would whine in terror holding his sides and balling up as the flash of the gunfire would light up his room for about 30 seconds hearing the screams of many people at once."Grandma.,..Where is grandma..."
He suddenly with a shocked gasp fell out of his bed being so close to the edge fall directly onto his left side, the impact causing him to retch and dry vomit.
He felt the wind knocked out of him, and felt so dry. He needed water more then anything in the world at this moment. This in itself allowed him to just crawl his way to the bathroom and attempt to slowly lift himself to try and get a drink from the faucet.
But in doing so the sink was only broken down by his weight, causing Seb to almost scream in shock but could barely get a word out. It fell on top of him and the water sprayed everywhere, and he would take this moment of desperation to just drink. The sound s of shouting and the words he heard were so terrible that Seb just ignored it. But it followed with a few extra shots of gunfire. He didn't know what was going on and thought to call the police, but in his logical mind he assumed there was a gang war happening outside.
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Four days, it had been four whole days since he had last seen any sign of activity coming from the apartment next door. He'd grown worried in those days too, especially now that he'd seen what was going on outside. Those that had been deemed lost and were slowly becoming the forgotten were now rising and standing again, walking a path of destruction and killing everyone in their way. Although, their victims weren't as much in their way as they appeared to be their target. Driven by an insatiable hunger, the murderous bodies had wandered throughout the streets since earlier that day. Since the night had fallen, they'd grown significantly in numbers and they'd made him worried. What if one of his neighbours had turned? His paranoia taking the best of him, Sebastian and his grandmother had become his main worry really fast.
In those four days he had knocked their door, that last day he had slammed his fists onto it until they were bleeding. He had called the police after that, but nobody had picked up the phone. No wonder they hadn't, it seemed like everyone in the town was either dying or fleeing and he prefered to do neither. For now, his apartment had become his sanctuary and he hadn't been willing to give up on it. The only thing he had to make sure of was that the threat wasn't close to him, particularly on the other side of a paper thin wall.
How sure he was that there would be a zombie waiting for him on the other side of that wall? Not at all. He hadn't heard any sounds after all so maybe the apartment was just empty. His sole knowledge was that he hadn't seen his neighbours and that alone was enough to drive him insane. That same lack of sanity was what led to him walking towards the wall and tapping it. One tap, two taps, three taps, four. No response until all of a sudden it seemed like whatever was in there was destroying the entire apartment. He could hear the sound of something breaking before the sound of running water reached his ears.
"What the hell? What the hell, what the hell, what the hell? No no no, not on my watch you motherfu-" his words were cut short by the slamming of a wielded sledge-hammer that he used to crash through the wall. The wall succumbed without even trying to withstand the sheer force and allowed for a decent sized hole to appear through which could be seen. The hole grew bigger with the second swing until it was large enough for a person to get through. He was that person, and the sledge hammer was held firmly in both of his hands while he inspected the room, his eyes searching for a zombie before even considering that he'd be able to find Sebastian himself.
Sebastian Ashbury
Weakly crying out in terror, Sebastian, still on the floor could be seen bunched up in a ball yelping in fright defensively covering himself up, muttering incoherently attempts to delay his assumed death. He didnt realize it was his neighbor who burst through the thin wall with a sledge hammer, the dust and debri of the wall demolished from the crazed swings of his neighbor. The broken sink was still on top of Sebastian who, in the bunched up position was efficient enough for the sink itself connected by wires and other engineering mechanics, slid off of him in an unceremonious BONK, flooding the bathroom tile floor.
Sebastian didn't realize the sound because of the shooting. He waited a few seconds and didn't feel any attacks on him as he would slowly look up to glance at the heavy breathing of his crazy neighbor before."R-Roger? W-what the fuck? Help me up godamnit!" He would attempt to say out loud, really needing a massive glass of water and perhaps some food.But he still was wet and the very uncomfortable cold water was flooding all around him and it was only a matter of time before he would struggle to stand and get away from the wet area and attempt to find other dry clothing or search for a towel even though it was still dark. He didnt realize, that power was TURNED OFF.
If Roger helped him up he would probably be leaning onto him, feeling very physically weak, stiff and dry as a raison. He would attempt to ask what was going on in the city tonight, maybe find a way to have his crazy ass as his gaurdian for a little while he move around the apartment thinking to himself perhaps his grandmother left him a note somewhere.
But all of these things would have to wait beforehand it was Roger's decision in this split second moment after Seb spoke to him, rather weakly but he hoped it was audible enough to be heard. How many people were being killed tonight? This was trully hell on earth.
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If Sebastian hadn't spoken, Roger might've bashed his head in with the sledge hammer. Even now that he did speak, the look his neighbour gave him was both puzzled and crazed, disbelief marking his face as he stared at Sebastian. Slowly, he decided to drop the sledge hammer as he realized that he was safe for now. Other than Sebastian himself, nobody seemed to be in the apartment at that moment.
"What the fuck?! I should ask you that. I thought you were dead mate, don't do me like that!" He replied with half a snarl, his hand extended so that Sebastian could grab onto it. As he did, Roger helped him up and immediately proceeded to scan him for any signs of bite marks while holding him up. He didn't mind his neighbour leaning against him, not much at least. Even if the man had been bitten, he hadn't turned yet so there was still time to deal with it.
Shaking his head as Sebastian attempted to speak more, he dragged Sebastian to the kitchen and half-carried him to a chair. He'd only let go of him once he found his footing and managed to support himself by leaning onto the table. It was then that he could finally get a clear look, which caused him to relax a little bit as there were no bite marks to be seen.
"Sit your ass down," He said while taking a glass from a cabinet and pouring some water for the man. The electricity of the building had been off due to the earlier bombings, but the water was still running. "It's gonna be a long story." He added as he placed the glass in front of Sebastian, allowing him to drink so that he could finally hear his questions decently.
The next few minutes were filled with Roger's ramblings on what had happened. How the soldiers had come and left, how the bombings had ruined the power in their building, how the zombies had appeared and how they'd eaten people alive. Last but not least, he told Sebastian about the turning of those that had passed away, something he had witnessed earlier that evening.
Sebastian Ashbury
Seb looked at Roger, worry and fear in his gaze as he looked at his neighbor with the sledgehammer in his hand, looking like he was ready to bash Seb's brains into fine powder. As he slowly dropped the sledgehammer down, Seb sighed in relief in a shaky voice. He thought he was going to die twice. From a possible heart attack or a possible head pulverization. Finally hearing him speak, Seb scoffed and then flinched hearing Roger's snarl, watching his hand extend to him. Seb waited to see if Roger would calm a little and as the 30 seconds passed It didn't seem to be happening anytime soon. He reached for his hand, feeling him lift Seb up like he was nothing but a rag doll.
" What are you doing!? Roger what the f-" He felt Roger lift up his shirt and scan him all over flinching in protest but too weak to push him off as he was scanned, being held up in Roger's iron grip.It seemed like he was satisfied not finding whatever was on Seb and let him go, the poor guy immediately felt like he was going to topple over feeling ridiculously weak, tired and hungry, thirsty simultaneously. He would immediately do as Roger ordered trying to find a chair and sit down in the kitchen as they made their way to this location previously, glancing back at the flooding bathroom in exasperation. Seb would whimper in fright and cover his hands over his head and face down onto the table immediately hearing screams and more gun fire, swearing and crazed laughter as he would not dare look out from the deck which was directly at the left side of his table. Outside there were bandits killing off civilians trying to run away down the side walk and thankfully Roger and Seb were not seen through the window because the moon light was not directly shining at their area. Seb prayed it would end soon and it did thankfully and morbidly, daring to glance back and looked in horror, as he saw an entire family lay dead near the park, blood sprayed everywhere at their dead corpses.
He heard Roger begin to tell him what has been going on since the last four days which blew his mind. He almost wanted to demand to know why he wasn't awake for the past 4, and realized in frustration that he must have overdosed on his sleeping pills. He took the glass and gulped it down groaning in satisfaction as he felt his body come back to life finally."B-Bombings... Fucking insane. Zombies are real now? What a sick joke." His eyes would immediately widen. Having his energy back he shot off the of the chair and would jog to his grandma's room.
He could not find her anywhere, as he would whimper in worry and desperation before he felt a piece of paper on her bed. He couldn't see the writing as he would stroll back into the kitchen and read the contents. As he read the whole thing in total terror he felt his heart almost shatter. This was four days ago exactly with the date written down. "My fucking grandma left to the café... Oh god..Oh god.." He began to sobb holding the note close to his chest as he took a moment to grieve believing in the worst that his final living family member was most likely dead. He would then look up to Roger in desperation and ask him heatedly."
Are there any survivors? Rebel groups that are trying to protect the civilians? Maybe some police that could of been stationed at the cafe? I need to go Roger even if its to kill her if she became a zombie I need" He would get up and make his way to the sink to fill up his glass, not finishing his sentence and honestly not even paying Roger much attention. He changed his mind even if this was a suicide mission, he would either bury his grandma, kill her or thankfully find her still alive and find a way out of this damned city. He would take 3 more gulps of water, before making his way to his room an d begin to pack as much as he could carry before coming back to the kitchen filling his back pack with kitchen knives, stopping for a split second to Roger.
"I need your crazy ass to come with me to the cafe. Either to kill some zombies or to help me find my grandmother. We need to find a way out of here this zombie outbreak cannot possibly be happening across the whole world. Something tells me Clarey is some sick experiment."
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"A sick joke... Ha, that's the understatement of the year." He snarled. The laughing that followed seemed to be wholeheartedly, as if he truly thought it was funny. He watched as Sebastian shot off the chair and headed to his grandmother's room, falling behind and slowly making his way after him, pretending he had all the time in the world. Truth was that he hadn't heard anything coming from that side of the wall either, and as he hadn't seen the man's grandma in a few he figured out that she wouldn't be there before Sebastian even made it to the room.
The piece of paper with her whereabouts was something he hadn't particularly expected though, and now he frowned while he debated about what to do next. Part of him wanted to pull his hands off of the entire situation, retreat to his own apartment and forget anything happened. Another part of him thought it'd be best to help the poor man out and keep him safe by making him stay inside as well. Based on the man's reaction though, he soon realized that that wouldn't be an option. He was set on finding his grandmother, that much was clear.
Roger wanted to say that it was none of is business, that it had nothing to do with him and that Sebastian didn't have to expect any answers from him... However, he'd made a human sized hole in the wall and taken his option of returning to the safety of his own apartment out of equation. Whatever Sebastian was planning, it became clear to Roger that he was stuck with him now and that he'd better settle for that and go with it instead of trying to fight it. If anything, it'd make the time they had left before they too died a whole lot more adventurous.
"Rebel groups?" He asked in disbelief. Roger had seen none of that yet, and as far as he could tell it was a world where each stuck to their own and tried to survive on their own. At the mention of the police, he scoffed and laughed again. "Those cowards ran days ago, left when the army gave up on us. Those that didn't run are certainly dead by now. There's a huge hole in the side of the building." He claimed. That was something he had seen as he'd roamed through the town in the past days.
His laughing and scoffing stopped when he noticed the shift of determination that seemed to be growing inside Sebastian. If he was actually planning to go out in this state and go by himself, he was going to get himself killed. Was he truly foolish enough to do that? Seeing him pack his backpack was enough to tell Roger that he was. As he pretty much was ignored by him from that point, he figured that he probably wouldn't get asked to tag along.
Boy was he wrong, before he could even speak again or move away, he was told to come along. Roger's head was spinning and his thoughts were washing over each other rapidly as Sebastian's statements shot all over the room. They didn't seem to be all too collected, but some of it made sense. Having given up on finding an escape himself, he slowly nodded though. If anything, he'd be able to at least have some fun and kill some zombies before he passed away.
"Alright, let's go then." He said, stepping through the hole in the wall and making his way to his own apartment. There, he took his jacket and his own backpack before picking up his rifle and emptying the glass of whiskey he'd poured himself earlier that night. "Ready when you are..." he stated as he found himself back in Sebastian's apartment. "... Which you don't seem to be, you should probably get dressed properly and put some shoes on."
The slumber. It was like falling into a black void, but it was a wonderful endless dive, feeling light and yet knowing he was indeed falling. Falling where? He couldn't tell. He just didn't want this to end but all good things did. The feeling of knowingness the feeling of sudden THIRST and HUNGER shook his whole body.
With a strangeled gasp, Sebastian stared up at the ceiling of his apartment building, the white twisted formation of the ceiling for a split second of delusion,looked almost terrifying. But it wasn't the ceiling. It was the SCREAMING and the gunfire coming off of the open window and he could tell by the lack of light, it was nightfall.
He struggled to rise up off of the bed but found himself in a horrible state of weakness. Suddenly more gunfire was heard as he would whine in terror holding his sides and balling up as the flash of the gunfire would light up his room for about 30 seconds hearing the screams of many people at once."Grandma.,..Where is grandma..."
He suddenly with a shocked gasp fell out of his bed being so close to the edge fall directly onto his left side, the impact causing him to retch and dry vomit.
He felt the wind knocked out of him, and felt so dry. He needed water more then anything in the world at this moment. This in itself allowed him to just crawl his way to the bathroom and attempt to slowly lift himself to try and get a drink from the faucet.
But in doing so the sink was only broken down by his weight, causing Seb to almost scream in shock but could barely get a word out. It fell on top of him and the water sprayed everywhere, and he would take this moment of desperation to just drink. The sound s of shouting and the words he heard were so terrible that Seb just ignored it. But it followed with a few extra shots of gunfire. He didn't know what was going on and thought to call the police, but in his logical mind he assumed there was a gang war happening outside.
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Four days, it had been four whole days since he had last seen any sign of activity coming from the apartment next door. He'd grown worried in those days too, especially now that he'd seen what was going on outside. Those that had been deemed lost and were slowly becoming the forgotten were now rising and standing again, walking a path of destruction and killing everyone in their way. Although, their victims weren't as much in their way as they appeared to be their target. Driven by an insatiable hunger, the murderous bodies had wandered throughout the streets since earlier that day. Since the night had fallen, they'd grown significantly in numbers and they'd made him worried. What if one of his neighbours had turned? His paranoia taking the best of him, Sebastian and his grandmother had become his main worry really fast.
In those four days he had knocked their door, that last day he had slammed his fists onto it until they were bleeding. He had called the police after that, but nobody had picked up the phone. No wonder they hadn't, it seemed like everyone in the town was either dying or fleeing and he prefered to do neither. For now, his apartment had become his sanctuary and he hadn't been willing to give up on it. The only thing he had to make sure of was that the threat wasn't close to him, particularly on the other side of a paper thin wall.
How sure he was that there would be a zombie waiting for him on the other side of that wall? Not at all. He hadn't heard any sounds after all so maybe the apartment was just empty. His sole knowledge was that he hadn't seen his neighbours and that alone was enough to drive him insane. That same lack of sanity was what led to him walking towards the wall and tapping it. One tap, two taps, three taps, four. No response until all of a sudden it seemed like whatever was in there was destroying the entire apartment. He could hear the sound of something breaking before the sound of running water reached his ears.
"What the hell? What the hell, what the hell, what the hell? No no no, not on my watch you motherfu-" his words were cut short by the slamming of a wielded sledge-hammer that he used to crash through the wall. The wall succumbed without even trying to withstand the sheer force and allowed for a decent sized hole to appear through which could be seen. The hole grew bigger with the second swing until it was large enough for a person to get through. He was that person, and the sledge hammer was held firmly in both of his hands while he inspected the room, his eyes searching for a zombie before even considering that he'd be able to find Sebastian himself.
Sebastian Ashbury
Weakly crying out in terror, Sebastian, still on the floor could be seen bunched up in a ball yelping in fright defensively covering himself up, muttering incoherently attempts to delay his assumed death. He didnt realize it was his neighbor who burst through the thin wall with a sledge hammer, the dust and debri of the wall demolished from the crazed swings of his neighbor. The broken sink was still on top of Sebastian who, in the bunched up position was efficient enough for the sink itself connected by wires and other engineering mechanics, slid off of him in an unceremonious BONK, flooding the bathroom tile floor.
Sebastian didn't realize the sound because of the shooting. He waited a few seconds and didn't feel any attacks on him as he would slowly look up to glance at the heavy breathing of his crazy neighbor before."R-Roger? W-what the fuck? Help me up godamnit!" He would attempt to say out loud, really needing a massive glass of water and perhaps some food.But he still was wet and the very uncomfortable cold water was flooding all around him and it was only a matter of time before he would struggle to stand and get away from the wet area and attempt to find other dry clothing or search for a towel even though it was still dark. He didnt realize, that power was TURNED OFF.
If Roger helped him up he would probably be leaning onto him, feeling very physically weak, stiff and dry as a raison. He would attempt to ask what was going on in the city tonight, maybe find a way to have his crazy ass as his gaurdian for a little while he move around the apartment thinking to himself perhaps his grandmother left him a note somewhere.
But all of these things would have to wait beforehand it was Roger's decision in this split second moment after Seb spoke to him, rather weakly but he hoped it was audible enough to be heard. How many people were being killed tonight? This was trully hell on earth.
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If Sebastian hadn't spoken, Roger might've bashed his head in with the sledge hammer. Even now that he did speak, the look his neighbour gave him was both puzzled and crazed, disbelief marking his face as he stared at Sebastian. Slowly, he decided to drop the sledge hammer as he realized that he was safe for now. Other than Sebastian himself, nobody seemed to be in the apartment at that moment.
"What the fuck?! I should ask you that. I thought you were dead mate, don't do me like that!" He replied with half a snarl, his hand extended so that Sebastian could grab onto it. As he did, Roger helped him up and immediately proceeded to scan him for any signs of bite marks while holding him up. He didn't mind his neighbour leaning against him, not much at least. Even if the man had been bitten, he hadn't turned yet so there was still time to deal with it.
Shaking his head as Sebastian attempted to speak more, he dragged Sebastian to the kitchen and half-carried him to a chair. He'd only let go of him once he found his footing and managed to support himself by leaning onto the table. It was then that he could finally get a clear look, which caused him to relax a little bit as there were no bite marks to be seen.
"Sit your ass down," He said while taking a glass from a cabinet and pouring some water for the man. The electricity of the building had been off due to the earlier bombings, but the water was still running. "It's gonna be a long story." He added as he placed the glass in front of Sebastian, allowing him to drink so that he could finally hear his questions decently.
The next few minutes were filled with Roger's ramblings on what had happened. How the soldiers had come and left, how the bombings had ruined the power in their building, how the zombies had appeared and how they'd eaten people alive. Last but not least, he told Sebastian about the turning of those that had passed away, something he had witnessed earlier that evening.
Sebastian Ashbury
Seb looked at Roger, worry and fear in his gaze as he looked at his neighbor with the sledgehammer in his hand, looking like he was ready to bash Seb's brains into fine powder. As he slowly dropped the sledgehammer down, Seb sighed in relief in a shaky voice. He thought he was going to die twice. From a possible heart attack or a possible head pulverization. Finally hearing him speak, Seb scoffed and then flinched hearing Roger's snarl, watching his hand extend to him. Seb waited to see if Roger would calm a little and as the 30 seconds passed It didn't seem to be happening anytime soon. He reached for his hand, feeling him lift Seb up like he was nothing but a rag doll.
" What are you doing!? Roger what the f-" He felt Roger lift up his shirt and scan him all over flinching in protest but too weak to push him off as he was scanned, being held up in Roger's iron grip.It seemed like he was satisfied not finding whatever was on Seb and let him go, the poor guy immediately felt like he was going to topple over feeling ridiculously weak, tired and hungry, thirsty simultaneously. He would immediately do as Roger ordered trying to find a chair and sit down in the kitchen as they made their way to this location previously, glancing back at the flooding bathroom in exasperation. Seb would whimper in fright and cover his hands over his head and face down onto the table immediately hearing screams and more gun fire, swearing and crazed laughter as he would not dare look out from the deck which was directly at the left side of his table. Outside there were bandits killing off civilians trying to run away down the side walk and thankfully Roger and Seb were not seen through the window because the moon light was not directly shining at their area. Seb prayed it would end soon and it did thankfully and morbidly, daring to glance back and looked in horror, as he saw an entire family lay dead near the park, blood sprayed everywhere at their dead corpses.
He heard Roger begin to tell him what has been going on since the last four days which blew his mind. He almost wanted to demand to know why he wasn't awake for the past 4, and realized in frustration that he must have overdosed on his sleeping pills. He took the glass and gulped it down groaning in satisfaction as he felt his body come back to life finally."B-Bombings... Fucking insane. Zombies are real now? What a sick joke." His eyes would immediately widen. Having his energy back he shot off the of the chair and would jog to his grandma's room.
He could not find her anywhere, as he would whimper in worry and desperation before he felt a piece of paper on her bed. He couldn't see the writing as he would stroll back into the kitchen and read the contents. As he read the whole thing in total terror he felt his heart almost shatter. This was four days ago exactly with the date written down. "My fucking grandma left to the café... Oh god..Oh god.." He began to sobb holding the note close to his chest as he took a moment to grieve believing in the worst that his final living family member was most likely dead. He would then look up to Roger in desperation and ask him heatedly."
Are there any survivors? Rebel groups that are trying to protect the civilians? Maybe some police that could of been stationed at the cafe? I need to go Roger even if its to kill her if she became a zombie I need" He would get up and make his way to the sink to fill up his glass, not finishing his sentence and honestly not even paying Roger much attention. He changed his mind even if this was a suicide mission, he would either bury his grandma, kill her or thankfully find her still alive and find a way out of this damned city. He would take 3 more gulps of water, before making his way to his room an d begin to pack as much as he could carry before coming back to the kitchen filling his back pack with kitchen knives, stopping for a split second to Roger.
"I need your crazy ass to come with me to the cafe. Either to kill some zombies or to help me find my grandmother. We need to find a way out of here this zombie outbreak cannot possibly be happening across the whole world. Something tells me Clarey is some sick experiment."
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"A sick joke... Ha, that's the understatement of the year." He snarled. The laughing that followed seemed to be wholeheartedly, as if he truly thought it was funny. He watched as Sebastian shot off the chair and headed to his grandmother's room, falling behind and slowly making his way after him, pretending he had all the time in the world. Truth was that he hadn't heard anything coming from that side of the wall either, and as he hadn't seen the man's grandma in a few he figured out that she wouldn't be there before Sebastian even made it to the room.
The piece of paper with her whereabouts was something he hadn't particularly expected though, and now he frowned while he debated about what to do next. Part of him wanted to pull his hands off of the entire situation, retreat to his own apartment and forget anything happened. Another part of him thought it'd be best to help the poor man out and keep him safe by making him stay inside as well. Based on the man's reaction though, he soon realized that that wouldn't be an option. He was set on finding his grandmother, that much was clear.
Roger wanted to say that it was none of is business, that it had nothing to do with him and that Sebastian didn't have to expect any answers from him... However, he'd made a human sized hole in the wall and taken his option of returning to the safety of his own apartment out of equation. Whatever Sebastian was planning, it became clear to Roger that he was stuck with him now and that he'd better settle for that and go with it instead of trying to fight it. If anything, it'd make the time they had left before they too died a whole lot more adventurous.
"Rebel groups?" He asked in disbelief. Roger had seen none of that yet, and as far as he could tell it was a world where each stuck to their own and tried to survive on their own. At the mention of the police, he scoffed and laughed again. "Those cowards ran days ago, left when the army gave up on us. Those that didn't run are certainly dead by now. There's a huge hole in the side of the building." He claimed. That was something he had seen as he'd roamed through the town in the past days.
His laughing and scoffing stopped when he noticed the shift of determination that seemed to be growing inside Sebastian. If he was actually planning to go out in this state and go by himself, he was going to get himself killed. Was he truly foolish enough to do that? Seeing him pack his backpack was enough to tell Roger that he was. As he pretty much was ignored by him from that point, he figured that he probably wouldn't get asked to tag along.
Boy was he wrong, before he could even speak again or move away, he was told to come along. Roger's head was spinning and his thoughts were washing over each other rapidly as Sebastian's statements shot all over the room. They didn't seem to be all too collected, but some of it made sense. Having given up on finding an escape himself, he slowly nodded though. If anything, he'd be able to at least have some fun and kill some zombies before he passed away.
"Alright, let's go then." He said, stepping through the hole in the wall and making his way to his own apartment. There, he took his jacket and his own backpack before picking up his rifle and emptying the glass of whiskey he'd poured himself earlier that night. "Ready when you are..." he stated as he found himself back in Sebastian's apartment. "... Which you don't seem to be, you should probably get dressed properly and put some shoes on."
Sebastian Ashbury
Seb would look down at his feet and scoff in embarrassment seeing his bare toes. He was so focused on his quest he forgot about socks entirely. He would jog over to his room and put them on momentarily glancing back hearing the still running water of the broken faucet. He would glance around his room and see his water bottle and take it with him and fill it up. As he would make his back to the hole in the wall he had already laced up his shoes.
He grimaced at the large hole in the wall and stopped thinking about it because the situation could go south if his protesting would be projected at this situation and he just wanted to find his last family member.
He walked through the hole which was several times larger then his own height and width, and glanced over at Roger strapping himself up in a jacket and a rifle, which shouldn't surprise Seb but it did slightly unnerve him a bit.
He would ask Roger, "Do you happen to have any food left? Im worried I will shut down without at least some protein of some kind." He gripped his stomach and felt suddenly felt a little bit weaker then usual but shook his head and let the adrenaline back."If you don't its whatever, lets get going."
Seb would look around Roger's living space to see if he had a baseball bat or any other kind of melee weapon. Seb himself didn't take any gun classes so he has no idea how to use a gun. He started to feel anxious and at this point slightly began to pace and fidget where he stood. Dark thoughts started to swirl around in his head and he tried to fight them off.
Thoughts came to mind about those bandits, their large group and how they mercilessly slaughtered a family trying to flee the city. He would walk over to a window that was open, looking out into the night, as he would gasp in horror. Those same people that were shot, were walking around, their flesh was bruised and black and blue, yet they were limp walking and from what he could see, it was totally zombie like. "What the hell!?"
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Roger sighed a little as he looked at Sebastian, who was doing his best to get ready so that they could head out. Sadly enough for Roger, that best wasn't so good and it all happened much slower than he'd want for it to. As he asked if Roger had any food left, he let out another sigh and ventured back into his apartment, opening some cabinets and the fridge before placing food on his table. It wasn't much in all honesty, and if he'd been able to make the pizza he had in his freezer he would but the power was off so this would have to do.
Some of the food wasn't as cold as it had been either, but luckily for them it was still cool due to the fact that the explosion that had ruined the electricity had only happened that very morning. There was cheese though, and some lunch meat as well as jam and fresh bread. For dessert, he could either have an apple, a banana or a chocolate bar. Truth being told, Roger wouldn't even be mad if the man ate it all. Just one look at him made it clear that he needed it more than Roger ever could.
"Alright... "He said, planning to sit down and let Sebastian sit too when his neighbour made his way to the window to look out of it. Based on his reaction, he could already tell that he was seeing at least one zombie, the gasp making Roger shake his head. "Mate... would you sit please?" He added, hoping to make Sebastian snap out of whatever was going on inside that head of his. Roger himself wasn't quite used to the zombies yet either, but he'd adapted quickly in the past day and learned how to handle himself. The dead that were turning had been a recent thing, since only a few hours ago but he knew he'd just have to roll with that too. If there was any chance of them surviving, they'd have to take whatever was thrown their way.
When he finally got Sebastian to sit and eat, he'd grab a piece of paper and a pen and draw out a part of the city map. Their own street, the street of the café and all the places in between. He knew that if they wanted to get to Sebastian's grandmother, they'd better do so sooner rather than later as more zombies would keep turning over the next days. For now though, he was willing to let Sebastian eat and fill him in on some more details while they planned their route. No matter what his experiences told him, if he were to go out with Sebastian by his side, he felt it'd be best if they waited until dawn to leave. And dawn? It would come way too fast.
Seb would look down at his feet and scoff in embarrassment seeing his bare toes. He was so focused on his quest he forgot about socks entirely. He would jog over to his room and put them on momentarily glancing back hearing the still running water of the broken faucet. He would glance around his room and see his water bottle and take it with him and fill it up. As he would make his back to the hole in the wall he had already laced up his shoes.
He grimaced at the large hole in the wall and stopped thinking about it because the situation could go south if his protesting would be projected at this situation and he just wanted to find his last family member.
He walked through the hole which was several times larger then his own height and width, and glanced over at Roger strapping himself up in a jacket and a rifle, which shouldn't surprise Seb but it did slightly unnerve him a bit.
He would ask Roger, "Do you happen to have any food left? Im worried I will shut down without at least some protein of some kind." He gripped his stomach and felt suddenly felt a little bit weaker then usual but shook his head and let the adrenaline back."If you don't its whatever, lets get going."
Seb would look around Roger's living space to see if he had a baseball bat or any other kind of melee weapon. Seb himself didn't take any gun classes so he has no idea how to use a gun. He started to feel anxious and at this point slightly began to pace and fidget where he stood. Dark thoughts started to swirl around in his head and he tried to fight them off.
Thoughts came to mind about those bandits, their large group and how they mercilessly slaughtered a family trying to flee the city. He would walk over to a window that was open, looking out into the night, as he would gasp in horror. Those same people that were shot, were walking around, their flesh was bruised and black and blue, yet they were limp walking and from what he could see, it was totally zombie like. "What the hell!?"
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Roger sighed a little as he looked at Sebastian, who was doing his best to get ready so that they could head out. Sadly enough for Roger, that best wasn't so good and it all happened much slower than he'd want for it to. As he asked if Roger had any food left, he let out another sigh and ventured back into his apartment, opening some cabinets and the fridge before placing food on his table. It wasn't much in all honesty, and if he'd been able to make the pizza he had in his freezer he would but the power was off so this would have to do.
Some of the food wasn't as cold as it had been either, but luckily for them it was still cool due to the fact that the explosion that had ruined the electricity had only happened that very morning. There was cheese though, and some lunch meat as well as jam and fresh bread. For dessert, he could either have an apple, a banana or a chocolate bar. Truth being told, Roger wouldn't even be mad if the man ate it all. Just one look at him made it clear that he needed it more than Roger ever could.
"Alright... "He said, planning to sit down and let Sebastian sit too when his neighbour made his way to the window to look out of it. Based on his reaction, he could already tell that he was seeing at least one zombie, the gasp making Roger shake his head. "Mate... would you sit please?" He added, hoping to make Sebastian snap out of whatever was going on inside that head of his. Roger himself wasn't quite used to the zombies yet either, but he'd adapted quickly in the past day and learned how to handle himself. The dead that were turning had been a recent thing, since only a few hours ago but he knew he'd just have to roll with that too. If there was any chance of them surviving, they'd have to take whatever was thrown their way.
When he finally got Sebastian to sit and eat, he'd grab a piece of paper and a pen and draw out a part of the city map. Their own street, the street of the café and all the places in between. He knew that if they wanted to get to Sebastian's grandmother, they'd better do so sooner rather than later as more zombies would keep turning over the next days. For now though, he was willing to let Sebastian eat and fill him in on some more details while they planned their route. No matter what his experiences told him, if he were to go out with Sebastian by his side, he felt it'd be best if they waited until dawn to leave. And dawn? It would come way too fast.
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