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Charlotte Knight/Arima Mania
Staten Island; the local private school
November 17, 2020
@Aka~Kitsune @WanderingWriter

Arima tried her best to keep her eyes from wondering as they made their way towards the exit of the building. Nothing in sight was alive; it was just as gruesome as her home on the top floor. Blood was everywhere, bodies were stacked with a few parts were left around here and there. It was truly something out of a horror movie; she needed to get out of the building. Though, Arima did her very best to hold it together, keeping her eyes straight ahead with a tight grip on her backpack and staying close to her friend. Luckily she lived within walking distance to the school, so it wouldn’t be long for them to hopefully find someone.

As they finally reached the doors and exited, Charlotte briefly glanced up at the sun before looking back to Arima, smiling.
"We will survive...Right?" Though it sounded like a statement, even her voice wavered. Reaching over she took a hold of her best friend's hand before leading them down the streets, occasionally stopping to duck by a car as the slow shifting creatures trudged across the roads in almost horde-like groups. Nothing but zombies roamed the street. Charlotte seemed relatively okay, her expression twisted into one of discomfort as she watched the fallen people. It was slightly easier, seeing as she witnessed this happen, but it still disturbed the hyper blonde.

"I told you it was bad..."

When Arima stepped outside her emerald eyes widened. This was her first time seeing the chaos that was taking place outside. The nightmare seems to only continue on as disgusting and grotesque creatures slowly roamed the streets.

“Bad? This is absolutely horrible!” She replied quietly as she followed Charlotte's lead, something she usually did even before all of this happened. She did her best to keep quiet, the two had seen all of The Walking Dead episodes when they were away from their parents, so they were sure to be as silent as possible. She was terrified though, remembering those scenes where the people were eaten alive, as their skin was ripped from their bone, screaming out in pain; it was a terrifying fear of hers.

It wasn’t too long before they arrived at the school; which seemed very quiet for a zombie outbreak.

Charlotte led the two of them inside the building, slipping through the large entrance doors and into the lifeless and dull grey halls. Cocking her head, the blonde furrowed her brows before looking to one of the further doors, to a class room, then towards the hall that led to the gym. There seemed to be no life here...
"Maybe...they all escaped?" Being optimistic in this situation she then turned to look at Arima. "What should we do...check a classroom...or the gym? Maybe they all crowded in there...or the office!" Charlotte continue rambling places. unable to pick an option as her mind crafted scenario after scenario.

“The gym! That’s where we go for some of the emergency drills! I bet everyone was sent there when all of this started. We should check that out.” She announced, hoping with all her heart that people were there. She broke out into a sprint though the halls towards the gym. When she approached the large double doors she paused for a moment as a sudden anxiety formed in her stomach. She began to feel like this was a bad idea; but this was their only hope! They weren’t going to survive on their own! It was impossible! If there was a chance to find someone who wasn’t one of those creepy zombie things, she would have to risk it despite how much her stomach disagreed; after all she usually got random anxiety, so it could mean nothing.

“Okay.” She took a deep breath as they opened the doors…
A horrified gasp escaped her lips as she gaped into the large room. Hundreds of students and teachers roamed the enclosed area, bumping into each other and the walls. “Oh dear god.” She whispered as she saw her teachers and several of their bullies, all lifelessly wondering around.

Charlotte followed after and soon came to a halt in next to Arima, similarly gasping in horror as she watched the mindless clashing forms. Charlotte's blue crystal orbs blinked owlishly as her hands shifted from being clenched to fists and falling loose at her sides. She couldn't relax, the fear wouldn't fade, her thoughts didn't cease. Her chest rose and fell with hyperventilation as tears well up in her bound ahead gaze before she shouted.

"THIS IS A JOKE RIGHT?!"

The blonde screamed, eyes clenching closed as her hands settled as fists.
"EVERYONE WAS CAUGHT? EVERYONE HAS BECOME ZOMBIES?!" When her gaze snapped open she noticed all of the hall looking at her. "W-why! This isn't fair!" Charlotte screeched.

Arima was left in a hopeless daze before the familiar yelling brought her back to the horrifying reality. She rushed to place her hand over the girl’s mouth, but it was too late; the zombies had noticed them and began walking towards them.
“Oh no.” She whispered as she heard more footsteps coming from down the hall where they came in from. The screams must have caught the attention of more; they were probably in the cafeteria before.

She hastily grabbed Charlotte’s hand and began to run further down the hall away from the threats, as Charlotte was dragged behind her like her backpack. Arima’s gaze frantically searched, her mind going at a thousand miles per hour trying to figure out what to do. They made their way towards one of the other exits, but found that it too was blocked.

As a last resort she pulled Charlotte into one of the classrooms, locked the door behind her, then leaned against it as she tried to catch her breath.

Charlotte had been dragged along with little resistance. Her steps were slow and sluggish and her movement along had been dictated by Arimas grip on her hand. For a moment her blue irises were dazed, a shiny sheen glazing the depths with her frustration and possible tears even as she was locked in the classroom.

Frustrated was the the best way to describe her expression as she buried her hands in her hair, murmuring at a pace not even she, herself understood. She had no idea if her family were okay, she had none of her stuff and this was general hell and so when she heard the familiar groaning of a zombified person, her eyes flew over to it with rage as it headed over to them with its laboured steps, looking to attack.

With her emotions having fluctuated all day Charlotte with an ease she never knew she had drew a lollipop from the depths of pink pockets, her fingers scrambling to toss away the plastic cover as she felt the familiar tingle in her hands. She strained as the candy slowly grew, the distance between them and the creature quickly decreasing. Fear coursed through her veins before she flinched, then shifting her spare hand to the stick before using the overgrown candy to hit the orb possessed creature around the skull just before he could reach them, her chest rising and falling in heavy heaves.

Arima was frozen as she watched Charlotte knock the corrupted student out.
“Why can’t we catch a break!” Arima called out as she slid down into a seated position against the door which now vibrated with the pounds of the Corrupted outside it. She shook her head with disappointment, she should have listened to her stomach, they should have never gone to the school. THIS WAS WHY THEY NEEDED ADULTS!!! She had no idea what to do.

She pulled herself back to her feet and walked over to the window. She tried to think of what to do to keep both of them safe as she looked over the streets, watching as the zombie things trudged around.
Then someone caught her eye, filling her with excitement.
“Charlotte! Come here!” She called as she saw a black haired man with a bat walking by.
“Heeeey!!!!! Please help us!!! HELP!!!!” Arima slammed her fists on the glass and screamed out to the man hoping to get his attention. Charlotte jumped towards the window and tried to work it open, but it wouldn't budge. With a irritated grunt she gave up and joined Arima in calling out to the man.
 
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Rococo Raux
Brooklyn, NY
2:00pm EST



"Huh? Wha....?" Rococo peaked her head up from the dumpster half-full of junk furniture and leftover items from a small estate sale that happened earlier. She adjusted her green beanie, pulling it further down her forehead to soak up the sweat from the humid air while she balanced on the shaky crate. "Did I hear something?"

Her fingers traced along a wooden frame of a cracked bed, pricking at the small splinters from it. The side of the converted apartment the black dumpster was located smelled of a mix of garbage, cat urine, and wet hair, but inside the dumpster was the scent of lavender oils. It was an interesting mixture, leaving Rococo with an upset stomach as it decided to either vomit or appreciate the smell of old people masking the scent of trash.

There was much inside that described the deceased woman's life. So far, Rococo was able to scavenge through tons of broken gold jewelry, pieces of smooth glass and ceramics, and lumps of matted hair pieces. Rococo figured the woman must of had a decent life since she was able to buy so many expensive items for it to only become broken sometime near the end. Thoughts of what happened circle through Rococo's mind about the dead woman. Maybe she broke her own jewelry that was given to her by her husband, but they divorced. Maybe the woman was so mad at the world that she had a rage fit and destroyed everything she valued. Everything Rococo thought of the woman's life had a bad ending.

"I really hope she died happily," Rococo sighed, pocketing the scraps into a recycled cloth bag.

The afternoon sun continued to beat on her, disciplining the visually disabled 15 year old girl for skipping school. Rococo saw no point in attending anymore since she was so far behind. Another year she would be held back all because she couldn't see at 100%. While being legally blind, Rococo wasn't totally blind. Her eyes were able to pick up different adjustments of light and very blurred solid objects, but details, and colors were lost to her. The only time Rococo felt truly handicapped was when it came to education, being unable to read, write, draw, anything that would advance her way through school. Her parents pulled her out of regular school and placed her in one for the blind and deaf. But, Rococo felt the school played against her disability, almost apologizing to the students for their disadvantage in life and showing them ways to try to be more normal.

She wasn't a dumb girl, but chose to live her life with minimal education. Rococo accepted that her future wasn't looking very promising. She still had no clue on what she wanted to do or be. Her family hadn't given her any direction in a career besides try to graduate school with a C+. They weren't too sure on what to do with Rococo. While they urged her to go get an education, they never pushed it. They never pushed her to do much.

That left Rococo on her own to find other things to do with her time. Throughout her life, Rococo explored all of her neighborhood and nearly most of the city to dumpster dive, sell scraps to junkyards to make some small cash, and then spend the money on tiny trinkets or hobbies for a collection. Many found it amazing for a blind girl to be able to walk around and find treasure so easily. Rococo spent years perfecting the art of counting steps, improving her sense of touch and taste, and outgoing personality in case she managed to get herself lost.

"...I heard it again," Rococo went on her tip toes on the crate, sticking her ear high into the air as muffled screams became loud. "What's going on?"

Each passing second the screams grew louder and louder, rushed footsteps echoed in the streets as a wave of people sprinted passed her. Rococo covered her ears tightly, squeezing her eyes shut as the painful screams and cries throbbed her brain. Crowds of people crawled over each other to get away from something, mumbled cries of help and prayers flooded into Rococo's covered ears as a sickening, slurping yell took over. Her nostrils filled of the scent of blood, making Rococo hold her breath for as long as she could.

"Ahhhh! What's going on?!" Rococo yelled as she suddenly felt a quick burst of wind and heat fly past her, a bright white light flashing through her closed eyes. "What?!"

Pulling her hands away, Rococo opened her eyes in time to focus on white ball of light zooming towards her. In panic, Rococo twisted her body out the way, losing her balance on the crate and falling into the dumpster. Her head bumped and scrapped against the metal siding, knocking Rococo out as the heavy lid of the dumpster slammed close with a loud thump!.


 
[BCOLOR=#800000]Alex Deveraux, Staten Island, Main Street[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#800000]November 17, 2020[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#800000]@Sinopa @Aka~Kitsune [/BCOLOR]
He made his way down the street, trying to decide where it was he was going to go, twirling Baxter through his hands as he scoped the mayhem that lay before him. He was breathing quite heavily, he figured all that running around on top of not really getting enough rest time between his earlier exercise was beginning to catch up to him. These things that walked about seemed to be attracted to sound and movement, but they seemed to move at a leisurely pace, so he kept up a brisk jog. While jogging, he fished his phone from his pocket, the battery was at 17%, that was annoying. He quickly read his missed messages, all from Kara. She seemed generally concerned about his well-being, which to him meant that shit must have gone down there too.

"Fucking zombies, huh?" He sighed in irritation as he noticed a gas station being ransacked. Bottled water would certainly come in handy, and with that in mind he pocketed the phone and made his way over. The place looked like a mosh-pit, it was an absolute free-for-all. Men were fighting other men, throwing women aside, hitting the few that were bold enough to try to help out their men, and even a few kids were shoved down and out of the way. Alex walked in the gas station through a side smashed window, putting him closer to the back where his destination lay, he considered grabbing a few Monsters while he was in here. He eyeballed a few "patrons" as they temporarily paused their scuffles as he walked by, and it seemed to be enough for them to disregard him. That was until he turned and saw the mountain of water bottles being fought over by what appeared to be a gang of 5 men.

"The fuck you thought this was? You thought you'd be able to get some of this shit without giving something up, hombre?" A think tattooed Hispanic guy said as he kicked a downed man in the face, blood splattering against the doors that housed the beers and energy drinks. All the while Alex chose to use this as an opportunity to stock up on some Monster Energy Drinks. It appeared that the man was with his teenage daughter and wife, Alex packed a few drinks in his bag being sure to leave enough space for some water. "I'll tell you what," the Hispanic man knelt down by the father, pointing to his daughter, "If you let me have a word with your girl here, you can have all the water you want...what do you say?" The other men laughed. Two of them had the mother restrained anyway while another held the daughter in place with his forearm around her neck, both women were weeping heavily. Alex could see the look of abject horror on the girl's face, and could read that the mother knew that this wasn't going to end well for them.

"Hey, FuckFace!" Alex called to the Hispanic guy, opening a Monster and taking a few chugs, "Do you mind taking your little fuck party to the refrigerator back there? You're in my way, I'm gonna need some of that water."

"Who the fuck does this guy think he is?" One of the thugs on the right of the woman rang out.
"Do we have a hero here, fellas?" The man next to him said.
"Well he certainly has a pair on him don't he?" The guy holding the girl exclaimed.
The fifth man, who seemed indifferent about the situation remained silent. Alex figured he'd probably be the one he'd have to look out for. He really didn't have any intention of helping these people, but they were standing between him and his goal, so it seemed it couldn't be helped in this moment.
The Hispanic he had addressed cocked his head to the side as he rose, he went to take a step toward him before noticing the bat and deciding to keep his distance. "Okay, Hero-boy...you got something to gi-," was all the guy got out before he was covering his face from a thrown Monster can.


As the drink splashed in the man's face and bounced off his chest, Alex swung Baxter for the man's knee. There was a hard *thud* sound followed by a solid *crack* that was immediately proceeded by the man dropping to the floor grabbing his knee groaning and cursing in agony. His body was beginning to feel the way it does when you've pushed herself too far, his body felt unnaturally heavy, which wasn't good for a 5-on-1...well a 4-on-1 now. He hoped that the attack might get the others to see that he was just here for water, plus it was only a matter of time before those things found there way over to this ruckus. There was no time for negotiations here, these people would submit or be forced to, because not having water or finding another spot was unacceptable to Alex.

The other men seemed stunned by the sudden attack, looking over at the only member of their group who hadn't said anything. Alex smirked to himself, he knew that guy was their leader, he figured the best way was to deal with him next, and that would make the others give up. His smirk must've given his thoughts away, as the man pulled a knife and walked over and held it to the man's daughter's face. The beaten man on the floor began to wealky protest, asking and begging for mercy, his wife was also fighting to free herself while screaming for her daughter's safety.

The bag on Alex's back now felt like a bag of bricks, he knew he wasn't fast enough to cross the distance between them all, but he had decided that he was going to see this through regardless. "I told you what I was here for," he rested Baxter on his shoulder as he slowly walked toward the pyramid of water, "Not my kid, kill her, if you want to." Alex walked to the left of the guy with the knife, set Baxter down and began to put water in his bag. The entire time the men seemed to be discussing what to do now, and the consensus seemed to be to take the two women in the back, rape them, and then kill the family. People were real pieces of shit when they thought they could get away with stuff. After packing about 11 bottles, his bag was filled to capacity, he took a few deep breaths as he zipped his bag closed.

'Damn it! Why couldn't that guy do me a favor of realizing that he was outmatched and taking his family elsewhere. Now I'm forced to deal with this shit, his family's well being left in my hands. I have my own problems and now I have to add his on top of them. Ugh! You weak fuck! Your wife's and your daughter's safety have fallen to me....and you're probably expecting me to do something, huh? I'm now suppose to forgo my own safety just to help you out? Thanks for the added stress...' were the thoughts rolling through his head in the time it took him to stand up, throw his bag over his shoulder and bend back down to retrieve Baxter.

He had noticed from his periphery that some of those things had found their way into the store, which didn't mean anything good for these people or him. It was time to act. As he rose with the bat he swung it expertly up between the knife wielder's legs. The man screamed and dropped, leaving the guy the girl in his hands open. He received a two-handed swing that connected at his temple with a sickening *thwack*, his muscles screaming for him to stop his actions, he was sweating profusely. The two men holding the woman released her out of fright. Alex quickly snatched the girl and shoved her into her mother and with the bat motioned for them to go. He dragged the father to his feet, directing them out while the two remaining would-be rapist-murders were left to tend to their wounded. As they made it outside, Alex heard the men screaming. They must've encountered the oozing zombie things that slipped in there. Sucks to suck.

He dropped the father to the wife and daughter, who helped support him, and ignoring their thanks he headed off to find someplace to crash. He concentrated on his breathing as he walked; taking a deep inhale through his nose, holding it for a few seconds, and then exhaling through his mouth. He repeated this as he walked, hoping to slow down his racing heart. He could slowly feel a second-wind coming, but he knew that once it wore off, he'd be lucky to not simply face plant. A little while later he found himself walking by the local public school, when a noise caught his attention. He paused, looking at the school for the source of the noise, he was far enough away for the mayhem behind him to hear it, but it was hard to locate it's source.

It was movement that caught his attention, it appeared that there was someone in there. They seemed to be frantically banging on the window. Where they trying to get his attention? They must be in trouble. It made sense, it was a school after all. He was sure that the place was filled with those things. For a moment he turned away from the school, looking down the street, but then he recalled something. It was something that Lady Deveraux had told him: "You may think that it's weakness in others that forces you to act, however, it shows great strength in both parties. They put their faith in you that you will come to their aid, and you've always stood by their side when needed. It's that light inside you that shines the brightest"

Her words reverberated in his head. She and the other kids in the orphanage had been his only family. He scoffed. Why did she have to pop up in his mind right now? With a final huff, he made his way toward the window where the movement came from. As he reached it, he identified the flailing bodies as two young girls. He motioned for them to step back, giving them a few seconds to comply before Baxter shattered the barrier between them. "Hey, hey! Let's get you two out of here." He used the bat to quickly clear the rest of the glass from the pane, and held out a hand so they didn't have to place theirs on any broken glass. He quickly inspected the room, seeing that they were the only ones...only seemingly human ones. The door to the room seemed to be being beaten by what he could only figure was the rest of the school or remnants of the children and teachers. "Alright, well you two should get somewhere safe..." He said the words as he stepped away from them, thinking about where he was and what was close by. If the school had been abandoned then it would've been a great place to lay low.

He slowly walked back to the street, checking the progress of the descending madness. It sure as hell wasn't getting any better. That's when it hit him. He wasn't too far from The Cove, a little dive that he and some of the guys from the gym would chill at. The owner was out of town so they haven't been in a while, but that didn't mean he couldn't just break in, right? As he began to move, he looked back at the two girls, feeling he did a half ass job. It was irresponsible to send these two off by themselves, but he wasn't necessarily looking forward to the prospect of babysitting either. He let out a long exhale that seemed to relax him a bit. "I know a place we can lay low for a while, so follow me if you want."

 
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Junko Takenaka > Rococo Raus
Brooklyn; Alleyway
November 17, 2020
2:08pm EST
@Pray4me

“What’s going on here?!” A woman whispered as she drove her car down the road, doing her best to dodge the creatures that roamed the street. She nervously tapped the steering wheel, trying to think of what to do when her eyes witnessed a young girl tumble into a dumpster. With skillful ease, the woman swerved the car around, slightly pushed the gas a little harder to jump onto the sidewalk, then parked, blocking the only entrance to the alley, to keep the zombies out, with the driver’s side facing the inside. She took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped out. She was taking a huge risk, but she wasn’t about to leave a girl to die in this mess.

She inched closer and closer to the metal box, listening for any movement inside. Once she reached it she slowly rose the lid and peaked inside, preparing to close it in case. That’s when she noticed something familiar.
“Raux?” She pushed the lid further up to get a better look and without a doubt it was her. One of her students who rarely came to class. The girl was out cold, but she didn’t look like the zombie things that have been wondering around, she was cleaner than them. The woman reached in and did her best to pull Rococo out as carefully as she could. It wasn’t easy but she managed to get her out, drag her to her car, and gently place her in the seat behind the driver’s. Her slim fingers touched the girl’s neck and found her pulse. With a relieved sigh she closed the door, got back into her spot, and drove off.

“Don’t worry Rococo, I’ll get you somewhere safe.”
 
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Isi Nanuq > Kara Durst
Brooklyn; Hotel
November 17, 2020
2:08pm EST

@WanderingWriter

Sitting silently in his room, a man meditated. With shut eyes, his legs crossed in front of him as he listened. The world was in utter chaos, he could tell, but that didn’t seem to interrupt his state of mind. He was alive. He stayed there, continuing to meditating for a while, not giving a care in the world until finally his blue eyes opened. A smile peaked on his lips as he pulled to his feet and walked to the door of his hotel room. Everything on his floor was quiet so he went on to the elevator and waited.

When the doors opened he walked in and punched in the button to get to the ground floor. With a smile on his face, he held his arms crossed in front of him as he waited. However, his smile disappeared when the doors opened, as a bloodied woman began to fall into the elevator. He rushed forward to catch her before she hit the floor then looked around as he pulled her into his arms like a bride. The doors seemed to be guarded by what little staff that was left, so he carried her to one of the lobby couches and set her down.

“Well, I guess lunch is out of the question.” He laughed as he positioned her in an upwards sitting position and held her up. “Can someone get some kind of first aid kit or something! Maybe some perfume or garlic, anything with a strong scent!” He called out, a nearby staff member quickly ran off to get it as the tan man snapped his fingers at the girl.
“Hey, you need to wake up! It looks like you got hit in the head, it’s never good to sleep after that. Come on!” He gently shook the woman trying his best to wake her up as he waited for his requests to come.
 
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Rococo Raux > Junko Takenaka
Brooklyn
2:14pm
@Sinopa

Rococo groaned as the car drove on, flipping to her side and resting her forehead against the window. Her eyes fluttered open, showing nothing but a smeared images of different shades of gray. Slowly a hand rose to her forehead, wincing at the pain and bump forming on there.

"What...what happened? My head hurts..." Rococo whispered softly, her voice trembling on the edge of sobs.

Her free hand trailed along the seat of the car, feeling the vibrations of the tires driving along the street. Soon, her other senses kicked in, her nose flaring at a familiar scent beyond that of a typical car. Rococo took off her beanie and ran her hand through her matted hair.

"Ms. Takenaka? Is that you?" Rococo asked louder. "I'm sorry, okay? Don't tell no one I missed school."

The confused Rococo rubbed her head again, trying to remember what happened. She knew she missed school and instead went dumpster diving as usual. She knew she found a good dumpster full of treasures of a dead woman and had a bag full of scrap gold jewelry. After that, things were fuzzy. There were screams and people running frantically passed her. But, why?

"Wait, what are you doing here Ms. Takenaka? Shouldn't you be at school? Ew...I smell like garbage...wait, were you there when all those people ran? I remember people running and...and I smelled blood...and then nothing. I must have fell in that dumpster," Rococo spoke, thoughts swirling in her mind as she tried her best to focus on one topic. Rococo shook her head, frowning at the giant bump that was forming on her head. "Something is happening, isn't it Ms. Takenaka?"

Finding the button to lower the window, Rococo lowered it just enough to stick her nose out to investigate. She took in the various scents as her tongue slowly began to tap the roof of her mouth. The world outside smelled worse than the typical big city. Even those with a lack of smell could pick up the scent of a bloody mess and fear.

Rococo rolled the window back up and slumped in her seat, instinctively putting on her seat belt. She placed her beanie back on her head and pulled it over her eyes. Her head was throbbing from the pain of being slammed into the metal of the dumpster, but at least she was more awake and more aware of her surroundings, even if it was in her teacher's car. Rococo bit her lip nervously, feeling like she was in trouble.

"Where are we going? Are we going back to school?" she asked innocently.

 
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Kara Durst > Isi Nanuq
Brooklyn; Hotel
November 17, 2020
2:15pm EST

@Sinopa
Kara hadn't felt her body hit the ground or anything, her vision coming and going. Her body was on fire and felt both heavy and weightless. She thought she could her someone's voice, but it only came in parts. “Hey...wake up! You... hit in the head... to sleep... Come on!”. Her thoughts were swarming all over the place; she was trying to debate if what she thought had happened had actually just been some ridiculous nightmare. There was no way she had seen the bloody remains of her agent, sleazeball or not, he surely hadn't been ripped apart. It wasn't until she was hit with a sharp smell that jolted her awake that she saw that she had truly experienced all that. She batted the hand that had held an ammonia inhalant under her nose. She recognized the smell, it would surely put that spark in you if you were fighting to stay awake during a long and tedious shoot.

The quick motion made her head pound and she slowly touched her head as she looked at the men before her. One of them was a hotel bellhop, the other man she didn't recognize. A tan man with soft blue eyes stared back at her, she saw that she was still in the lobby, deducing that she must have passed out in the lobby. She groaned as she tried to speak. "We can't stay here...there's too many out there...need to find somewhere safer." She wasn't sure if either of them knew what she was talking about, but she knew she needed to make it to her room, change, and figure out where to go next. The hotel was safe for now, but once those things got in, it would turn into death trap.

The bellhop noticed the look of confusion on Ms. Durst, so he explained that she had been caught by the person before her and that at the man's request he had brought over a first aid kit and the inhalant that was subsequently used to rouse her from her semi-conscious state. Kara sighed in pain as she nodded in understanding to the bellhops explanation. Her body was still sore, more sore than when she had originally emerged from the demolished SUV. She looked at her hands, remembering the shattered glass all over, and saw that she had a few lacerations, and upon looking down at her outstretched legs, she could see where her pants had been torn and where red spots had accumulated.

The good news was that her injuries seemed superficial, although her head was pounding like a drum, the bad news was that whatever the hell she had seen going on out there was most certainly real. She tried to stand to her feet, nearly falling in the process, but catching hold of the man that had apparently been trying to make sure she hadn't passed out."Do you think you can help me back to my room?" She felt like a child in this moment, feeling vulnerable and a bit helpless. Her legs were still shaky and weren't doing as she wanted, but she knew that if they wanted to live that they were gonna need to find a safe spot or find a way to properly fortify where they currently were.


 
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Junko Takenaka > Rococo Raus, Kara Durst, Isi Nanuq
Brooklyn; Car > Hotel
November 17, 2020
2:16pm EST

“Hey, hey, calm down. You’re safe now.” She said as the girl sounded like she was on the brink of tears. “You hit your head and fell into the dumpster. You’re lucky I saw the whole thing or else things could have been way worse than you smelling like garbage.” Junko had been able to drive for a few minutes before Raux woke, but she had no idea where to go.

She laughed a little at her words, but there was not much humor behind it.
“Trust me, the last thing people are worried about right now is whether or not students actually went to school today. The city is different now. The orbs came out of nowhere and started turning everyone in sight into these ghastly, cannibalistic, mindless creatures. If you think things couldn’t be worse, if you’re bitten or scratched by the zombie things, you turn into one of them! It’s crazy! But thankfully they are slow.” She explained, keeping her eyes on the road and dodging as many people as she could.

“No, the school is a bad place to go. We want to go somewhere that isn’t filled with people…” She tried to think of someplace that would work. “My place is not far from here. We can barricade ourselves there for a while. I bought groceries yesterday too.” She smiled as she changed her course towards home. However, something caught her eye; a swarm of those things trying to get into a hotel. She could see people inside working to keep them out, but it wouldn’t be long before the creature broke in. She couldn’t just ignore them. Just because everything has turned towards the worse doesn’t mean she was going to become a savage. She’d help out others, just as she did before all of this happened!

"Hold on..."
She zoomed in the direction of the hotel entrance and jumped the curb again. The tires screeched just before the front could touch the building, aligning the car with the wall, then she rushed forward along the structure, pummeling through the horde. Once they were cleared she veered again to once more block the entrance with the car, allowing those on the driver’s side clearance to the building’s doors.
“Whew! I am on it today!” She cheered as she opened the door just enough to get out, then worked to help her passenger out as the hotel, staff unlocked the entry way. “Haven’t driven like that in a while!” She laughed, helping the girl get to safety inside the hotel. Once the doors were locked behind her she smiled at the group as she pushed up her glasses.
“Hi!”

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Isi Nanuq > Kara Durst, Rococo Raus, Junko Takenaka
Brooklyn; Hotel
November 17, 2020
2:21pm EST

The man watched as she looked over herself, taking note of her wounds after the bellhop had explained the situation. He learned a few things from it himself as he hadn't really seen what happened yet. When she tried to stand, he hastily helped the woman catch her balance as she nearly fell.
“I would be happy to.” He replied. Isi was glad to see the woman was awake, and her wounds seemed minor, though it would probably be best if they were patched up; which is why he grabbed the first aid kit and handed it to her. He began to pick her up again when, through the thick windows, he noticed quite a few of those zombie things trying to get inside. They actually looked like they might get in. That was, until very suddenly, he heard a loud screech and saw something plow through the monsters. His mouth dropped at the unexpected occurrence, and gawked as the woman and girl strolled inside.

“Hello?” He said with confusion, still holding the woman in his arms.
 
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Grant Kazaki/Rei Amane
Manhattan Area, City Streets to Central Park
November 17, 2020​


"Fuck... Well, that was a bust," Murmured Grant, exiting a disheveled apartment room.

He originally had planned to meet a friend, though with the current circumstances, now he just wanted to make sure they were okay, an unlikely outcome. Then again, he didn't note their shambling "corpse" to be wandering around, so that may be a good sign. Grant considered giving him a call, but on second thought, if the bastard couldn't mute his phone during his classes, it was unlikely it was muted now. Better to just hope to run into him, if he is still "himself".

Sighing after coming to that conclusion, Grant shoved his phone into his pocket, and looked outward on the "zombies" still stumbling around the apartment complex from the second floor apartment. If anyone he still knew in the city was still kicking, they were probably gone from their homes, schools or places of work, so there wasn't much point bypassing all these things to go looking for them in places they most likely have moved on from. Not to mention it had taken him practically two damn hours to get to the apartments unscathed. For now, it was best he go looking for some place safe, or at least safe-ish.

"Well... I guess I should go grab some stuff to keep me going..."

If he recalled right, there was a small general store over by the park; one of those privately owned shops that actually managed to survive not getting bought out or put out of business by the bigger corporations. It was probably a good place to go check out, likely anyone that thought of getting supplies would go to a safeway or something, so he shouldn't have to worry about running into anyone. Now if only he could just walk out of this place, but looking down at the moaning creations of those orbs, he was quickly reminded of why that was a poor course of action.

"Fine then... up to the roof, then I'll climb down the back..." Thankfully, most of the shambling buffoons had either fallen off the railing or were locked in the rooms in which they were turned, so he wouldn't have to worry about much as long as he moved on high ground.

That thought wouldn't last for long, though. as ex-College student traveled closer to his target destination, he began hearing gunshots. Grant was no gun-nut, but the blasts didn't sound like they came from any small caliber gun either. Maybe a sniper rifle? Regardless, he needed supplies from a place that wasn't already looted, and even if there was a marksman posted in the area, he'd know where not to go by all the dead bodies, or so he figured.

And figure right he did. Grant stayed posted in a shop a few blocks down from both his destination and the park, and sure enough there were corpses a-plenty littering the street that lead to either. What was more concerning were that the corpses of people were there too. Well, people who weren't "changed". Regardless, obviously this sniper didn't care if the things in her scope meant her ill will or not, so it was best that he avoid them. Then again—could he really just leave it like this? He could easily enough go around, get to the shop, then leave, but what about anyone else? Would this sniper just shoot anything they saw? In this kind of situation, most would probably agree that it's best to look after yourself, and they're likely right but—He just couldn't. Blame it on that hero complex of his, but Grant wouldn't walk away. Besides, he might need a gun later down the line, might as well help some people out and secure some extra firepower at the same time.

~~~

With a sigh Rei stares down her sight, so far there were 12 bodies in this crossing area, some were zombies, some were normal people. Regardless one should have figured this was a pretty goddamn obvious do not trespass sign by the time of the fifth body. But some people never seemed to get the message.

Not that she wanted to kill them all. The Zombies as she thought of them, there wasn't much helping that, the normal humans however..after the events of this day, and even that security guard trying to kill her; Well Rei was past taking chances. If they couldn't understand, then in a way killing them like this was helping them..though at this rate it wouldn't be long till maybe she herself was hunted..

Noticing slight movement from the self made kill-zone, her little observation tower in Central park gave a good overview of the surrounding area, though the taller building in the distance easily dwarfed this structure. If she had to guess it was a fire-watch post for the park services, but it was lacking in some basic supplies and comforts. Regardless it suited her needs for now, it would be difficult for a person to simply march up the entry ramp, it had overhead cover, and short of some taller trees, it was the tallest thing on this side of the street. It was for all intents and purposes safe for a short stay.

"..another person that can t read the signs hmm.." Allowing her vision to zero in, whoever or whatever it was, he or she was being exceptionally careful in facing the sniper. Though this was an unwelcome distraction...she had other issues to deal with after all. Using her upper and middle left arms, the Sniper rifle peers over the observation port, waiting ever so still.

~~~

Now that Grant had decided to do something about the sniper, there was just the act of actually doing something. From this kill-zone, they were probably somewhere in the park or a tall building behind it, and since there were likely to be a lot of these monsters in one of those large office buildings, a tall, secluded place in the park was a better choice; probably one of the fire-watch towers. If that was true, then going around and approaching it through the trees was probably better.

Making his way outside the store, if he booked it from his side of the street to the other, and didn't get blasted, it'd take a lot less time to go around, enter the park and come up on the tower through the greenery. Sighing, Grant readied himself and prepared for the sprint. There was no way this sniper was good enough to hit him before he made it across the street. He'd definitely make it—and then kick their ass thoroughly for the trouble. Not hesitating anymore on the matter, he pushed his feet of the ground shot into a sprint across the clearing of buildings.

~~~

Like a moth to flame, Rei is drawn to the movement to her flank. Turning her rifle to bare on the source, the Russian eyes the target down. "..Male..Teens..late..Heterochromia..hmm.. Bleached..something metallic.." Without the slightest hesitation Rei prepares to fire though be it a muscle twitch, a desire to deter, or maybe as he reminded her of Sasha a delay is caused. Firing the SVD the 7.62x54 round flies towards the youth. Missing by scant inches ahead of him. As the semi-auto system cycles chambering a new round, Rei wished she had a real sniper rifle and not this DMR style weapon. It wasn't accurate enough.


Aiming for the next shot Rei scoffs a bit as a Zombie came from behind the boy, with another group not so far behind. Prioritizing them as more dangerous, the next shot speeds close enough Rei wagered the boy would lose his nerve, if not feel the heat as it slams into the skull of the first spotted creature. Correcting aim for the group in behind, perhaps he would have the wisdom to just flank her and keep going to wherever he was going..if he wanted to be foolish.. well the Spetsnaz would have to deal with him then.

~~~

Well, he cleared the street. That was a good sign, though the bastard still shot at him. If they weren't a crappy shot, he might've been hit. They still tried though, and Grant was going to clobber them for it. Now it was just a matter of getting through the idiot "things". It's not like they were focused on him, what with the gunshots and all. Thankfully, their trigger-happy antics seemed to have drawn a bit of a crowd, meaning she would be occupied, and so would they. All he had to do was move quickly and quietly.

Upon reaching the park via the alleys and side streets of the buildings, it was emptier than the city. Grant guessed that those things went where the people were, not too many of which were in the park likely. Well, except for the damn sniper who would be bringing them back. He would have to be quick about it.

Moving through the brush, he had a rough idea of where the tower was, and even if he didn't, all he had to do was follow the gunshots.

"Yeah... keep firing... I'm gonna beat your ass for blasting at me." They probably were feeling smug with themselves, thinking they scared him off. Unfortunately, this "kid" that didn't look like he could even handle a normal school bully at first glance knew how to take someone down in a fist fight. He also hadn't been afraid of anything in a long time; that was the old him. This "new" him honestly didn't give a fuck.

Finding the tower, Grant didn't see the marksman posted in his direction, but he heard the gunfire and saw the tower illuminate slightly after each boom of the gun; it was definitely the right place. Carefully treading up the staircase leading to the top, he began to see the figure of a person. At this point, he was scowling and plenty tired of the sound of a large caliber rifle going off every minute.

~~~

Slapping in a fresh magazine, this boy, or perhaps man had a lot of nerve, or a little of sense. With a brief lull in the fighting, or maybe even a longer termed one, Rei hears the creaking of boards, though it wasn't as loud as it could be, partly on her own account. Though this situation was most curious, still keeping watch ahead with her back towards the entry, sprawled out to take advantage of the position her rear-end was somewhat propped up while her front leans on the railing, almost as if playing pool. From this angle he likely wouldn't notice the fact she had more than two arms, until it was far too late.

With her left arms remaining stationary Rei uses two of her right arms to secure one of her handguns pulling the slide. Curiously she was unable to as of yet to use more than any two of the arms at the same time. Much like a person in physical rehab she needed time and tasks to make use of all six limbs..of course he didn't know that, whoever he was. So she waited, with one hand on a pistol, and her normal right braced on the frame, with the normal left holding the rifle in position.

~~~

There they were, not even caring about the possibility of someone coming from behind. Didn't matter to him, it just made it all easier. All the damn gunfire had given him quite the headache by this point and he was going to make sure this chick felt it...

...Wait, chick? Looking at the figure more closely by their shape and—"assets" that it was a woman. Well, that might make things even easier. It wasn't as if women were useless or anything but, head to head, he'd easily be able to take one, especially by surprise. Still, the unfortunate luck he had to have been shot at by a pretty nice girl. Well, she was pretty well cloaked, but she had a nice ass at least, leading to a whistle before and attempt to close the distance. The whistle was, in part, a signal to panic her and catch her off guard, and in the other part just a compliment to her looks—he was still going to deck her for shooting at him though.

~~~

Turning around slowly with the poncho concealing her lower most arms the upper human most pair remain where they can easily be seen. Now was the time to see if he was brave or a fool. Looking him up slowly from head to toe, he seemed the brave bit, but the fact he was unarmed, well that clearly classed him as a fool and one she didn t need to hold back on. Though maybe in this case a warning would suffice, and a display..though by his whistle he seemed to have gotten some of what he had wanted to see.

With a sudden twist the lowest most right arm throw the cloak up, pulling the handgun up, this also had the effect of showcasing she had 3 pairs of arms in total. With the Russia made handgun moving upwards Rei begins her first steps towards the man, without the slightest bit of hesitation. What she intended to do could be anyone's best guess, but it likely wasn't peaceful.

~~~

Well, the whistling didn't work as intended. The woman didn't seem surprised nor panicked and even had a pistol ready to be drawn by her third arm out of six total. Well, still, if he rushed her fast enough and got that pistol out of her grip, he was golden. He could take her...

...Wait, six arms?! Pausing in his advance on the woman, Grant let loose a rather weightless and wide swing of his right arm towards the woman, being in genuine shock and confusing regarding her additional appendages. He wasn't hallucinating. He knew damn well sure that he wasn't. So why the hell did she have six fucking arms? They obviously weren't props or some costume crap as she had grabbed one of her pistols and was pointing it at him with it. How the hell did this happen?!

~~~

Sneering beneath the mask, so was he horrified as well.. she can t help but ask herself. Regardless there were more important questions to ask. A pity she didn't fully understand how these limbs worked. Or she could have easily just shot or restrained him right there. Choosing to use her middle most right arm and human left arm, she grabs the punch in a standard take-down. Pulling the mysterious male forward, then using her own body weight to flip him head over heels onto his backside, the sniper proceeds to sit atop his waste with her legs straddled, though her legs seem to be arched as if ready to jump from her position, or being able to roll him onto his back for arrest under normal circumstances.

His punch in and of its self spoke of a man who was used to fighting, however.. Well she wasn't about to humor him on his own turf. Aiming her handgun at his forehead while cocking the hammer back while one of her free left arms pulls his right arm up in a twist as if to pin or dislocate it.

~~~

You could just tell sometimes that things weren't going to go your way, even before anything started; it was just a feeling you sometimes got, and rarely was it wrong. Sure enough as he threw that lackluster flailing of the arm that could hardly be called a punch, it was grabbed and he was flipped onto his back, proving that the person he was dealing with, while likely not holding enough melee skill to best him in a head on, one on one, they at least knew some professional moves.

Panicking at this development and the shine coming off the small handgun that would undoubtedly make its way to his forehead, Grant once again flails his arm, but instead it is grabbed, twisted or pinned. It hurt, but—something was wrong. He knew what it felt like to get his ass kicked, for his bones to get broken or snapped out of place but this feeling was different. It was like a strong pressure building up under his wrist where his bones were, almost as if there wasn't enough room for it, followed by a harsh and sudden stabbing sensation as a white, solid blade shot out from the area of the build up. The dull white object that shot out embedded itself in the ceiling, though honestly, Grant didn't care about that. He didn't even notice that. All he could focus on was the immense pain resonating in his wrist and forearm, so intense that it even forced this "new" him to cry out in pain.

"GAAH...! ...FUCK!" He screamed, gritting his teeth after in order to stifle another shout, afterwards attempting to yank back his arm in order to coddle it, but the woman held it firmly in place.

~~~

With eyes wide in shock, the Japanese Russian watches the hard white bone fire bare centimeters from her face impaling into the ceiling. Standing up from him, literally in fact, Rei left the man with his arm. "Blyat! Dirmo!" Swearing in Russian, she hurriedly goes for the piece of bone to examine it. She was no medical expert, but this was for sure bone. More durable than the normal material, almost like iron or steel.

Was he some sort of monster as well. What should she do with him.. Yet another problem to deal with.

Sighing and setting her thoughts aside Rei decides to partly check on him, and partly interrogate him, her choice would be decided based on this. Sneering a bit and speaking in good English with a thick Russian accent the almond eyed girl snatches his arm once more. Feeling and squeezing it, regardless of if he was bleeding or not. The bone was there..she didn't twist that hard. So what in the hell was that. "Stop crying like a baby. I have questions, you will answer them or I will shoot you. If I like the answers I may tend to your wounds.If you have any, boy." Keeping her gaze on him, she wasn't bothering to look at the arm. "What are you? Why did you come here? Why should I not kill you here and now...and why did you whistle?" Staring him down, it was fortunate he was in pain it seemed. Pistol still trained the mask hid whatever thoughts or emotions she may be having.

~~~

Instantly recoiling the arm to coddle it, the younger boy hunches over with his arm held under. He didn't know what the hell happened or if it was bleeding, but it damn well hurt. It seemed as though the woman didn't much care for whatever pain he was going through as she swiftly returned to his side and ripped back the arm away from him, effectively gaining another shout in anguish from him. Seemingly out of breath from doing—"that", it was unlikely that he was faking. After collecting himself a moment, he replied to her questions, obviously not in enough pain to not be a smartass.

"...Asian and European. Why the fuck do you care, lady?" Taking another moment inhale and exhale roughly. "...Why don't you take a guess. Why would I come here and try to kick your ass. Why would I possibly come up here?"

Explaining that, he once again paused to exhale several times. Oddly enough, the boy seemed more aggravated than actually afraid. "And I don't know. Why shouldn't you? Already killed like 10 people that were just trying to survive." Looking up at the woman again, he seemed to either be getting used to the pain or that the pain itself was deteriorating. Scoffing, he shifts his gaze to the side in defiance. "To think I thought you had a nice ass."

~~~

"Ten is it? I rather doubt most of them were human. That or you are slow to catch on. By my own count it was four or so. They should have noted the bodies and stayed away. As should you. Mister Amerikan Hero." Scoffing at his claim of ancestry she doesn't say anything in regards to it right off the bat at least. "I guess it never occurred to you they may try and kill me for being what I now am. Just as they will you Mister European Asian. Or most people simply fire bones from their arms in Amerika?"

If she had to judge all of his answers there was no reason at all to keep him alive, in fact she might as well say as much. "...well you know some flattery at least for your age. But you failed your questionnaire in flying colors as your people would say. You are a terrible salesman. I guess I"ll give you extra credit." While she seemed unmoved, her eyes had briefly narrowed at that remark.

Reaching up to remove her mask, she hadn't dared see what had became of her face since this all began, he would be the test dummy for that. With her scared and burned portions to the left, her right looked rather normal till one reached the base of her neck, her mouth was like one would assume most mouths to be. Minus when she spoke razor sharp shark like teeth were in place of the human ones you would expect.

"Tell me what do you see, what do you want, and what do you know of this city?"

~~~

"It's an exaggeration," He growled in response. "And you do know that you have the option of not pulling the trigger, right? Not sure how much you know about guns, but they don't fire themselves."

What was with this woman? They would try to kill her? Yeah, the six arms are weird, but this early in the current events, no one would have the means to even try to kill her, especially not if they didn't know she was there in the first place. She as well seemed to have the misconception that people had the luxury to lynch freaks and people different from them.

"Lady, you do know there are these blood-covered things going around attacking everyone, right? I could be a fucking X-man; people have bigger things to worry about than a smartass that can shoot bones, which I won't because that shit fucking hurt, or a lady with six arms and a nice ass. Unless of course said nice ass starts shooting at people first," Pointing that out, Grant sighed once again. "You seem the paranoid as all hell type, so maybe if you don't want a target on your back, you shouldn't be going ahead and painting it on there yourself. Get me?"

Catching his focus as she reached to remove her face mask, Grant could be heard muttering repeatedly and incoherently. It was hard to make out, sounding a bit like "No Mileena," over and over again, not that she was likely to understand. Upon removing it, he studied the woman's face and decided it was best to not be a smartass towards the first question. He'd talk a lot of shit, but he knew not to fuck around when a woman asked about her appearance. Not to mention that this one had a gun.

Sighing and shaking his lightly, the Asian-American wasn't the best at legitimately "comforting" people. "...Someone that went into the wrong fight?" Pausing at that, he then turned back to his more snippy remarks, albeit answering the inquiries more. "To have my arm back, this gun away from my face and for you to stop butchering people for no reason? And I go to college here. What do you think?"

~~~

Muttering something in Russian a bitter laugh emerges from the woman s mouth. "Hmm...the wrong fight is it? Maybe so..maybe so..but you are wrong on that, better things..very wrong.." With a somewhat sad look to her face Rei quickly replaces her mask. He was far too observant or maybe insensitive, she wasn't sure of that, but she would not let herself be so easily read. "You should not so readily assume all I ve shot this day were innocent..some people you have to shoot..and for some of us that process is far too automated."

Reaching a snap decision of sorts Rei releases the army, and puts her pistol down to her side. "I claim you as prisoner...or conscript..the point is I cannot let you run off as you please..and you seem to have your own ideas of me. As to people there are seven more I must kill..there is reason for these." With her voice adopting a more harsh tone it didn't seem it was up to debate. He likely would have objections and questions, some which she would answer, but on the subject of his freedom...well that was not up for debate.

"...I need a guide...and I do not trust you..but you are also monster..or are we.." Shaking her head to set that thought aside, Rei seemed to narrow her eyes again with a shrug. "It will not be so one-sided as this..maybe." Whatever she had in mind, she wasn't being upfront with it, that was for sure. "Otherwise I will do this my way..so how is your arm?" She had half a mind to ask him if he wanted water or food, but she found it better to wait when there was an obvious sign of this, then she could just offer it offhandedly.

~~~

Pausing at her quick change in facial emotion, Grant lets out a sigh and his scowl persists. "You women and cheating with your sad faces... God damn it," He complained with a huff. "And I didn't say everyone you killed was innocent, but I doubt you could determine that when they're a few blocks away and have no idea you exist."

Checking his arm and rotating his wrist to make sure that he still has full functionality of it, the younger of the two freezes and stares up at her in a deadpan. "...What." Prisoner? Conscript? What the hell was she on about? Regardless, it seemed she wasn't going to budge on the matter, and considering her multiple arms and guns, resisting her was probably a bad idea. The thought of being used to hunt down seven more people wasn't very appealing though. "Oh yeah? And what'd these guys do? I don't care what you threaten to do to me, I'm not going to lead you around and help you commit murder; if there's actually a reason to take these fuckers you're talking about on, then there shouldn't be a problem in explaining, right?"

Leaning back against the wall of the tower cabin, while he seemed going along with this rather stoically, it was obvious he wouldn't be yanked around by a leash. Listening to the woman, there was something seriously wrong with her, not just with how she thought and her outlook but just the fact that what she said tended to be very vague. "Lady, you pointed a gun out of me and made me shoot my damn bones out, then claimed me as a slave—No, not prisoner, slave. Prisoners sit in a cell and get taken care of, slaves actually do things and make your life easier. Regardless, how is this not one-sided and how do you think it feels?"

~~~

Glaring at the younger man with thinned piercing eyes, the Russian did not seem to be in the best of moods. With all that happened that was of little surprise. Still under the influence from the Vodka only hours before the Sniper kneels back down, looking him in the eye. "Well..Slave.. How about I just shoot you now and be done with it?" He was..kind at least, with his remark on her sad face..well maybe kind wasn't the correct word. Regardless it was why she didn't just shoot him off the bat.

With a contemptuous snort she decides to at least inform him of some of her problems of this day, though still not out right with her details. "..They are deserters and traitors. I am...hmm..Not policeman..border guard? Something like that in English. There actions lead to me having to kill..or mostly re-kill a number of my friends, boy. And how do I think it feels..heh.." With a slight chuckle it seemed he had struck a nerve of some sort.

With her eyes widening and the pupils shrinking her voice takes on a more arrogant tone that sounded almost hurt. "I wouldn't know. I woke up today vomiting blood, became this and have watched the world go straight to hell, while I am in a land I don t like nor know. So you tell me how it feels! You stupid Gopnik..I guess you would even call that idiot security cop I had to kill innocent as well, even though he shot first...well any that mean me harm, I'm not giving them a chance to shoot first..already this day minus those things I have almost been killed, or at least people tried three times.." Standing to her feet Rei half ponders getting more to drink, this situation had slightly aggravated her.

~~~

"Oh, more guessing games. Let's see... Because you've already grown too attached to my sparkling personality?" Grant inquired in a sarcastic manner before scoffing. "Lady, your threats aren't going to work because I know you were already going to shoot me. If you were going to do it, you would've done it already. So cut the tough chick routine."

Furrowing his brow at her rather vague explanation, it's obvious he's rather confused. "Did... like... some Spetznaz group come to Manhattan that I wasn't aware of...?" He questioned her with uncertainty. "And I'm nineteen..."

Suddenly, the woman seemed to break out in a fit of aggravation. Apparently he hit a nerve. Widening his eyes lightly and watching her go through her emotions, he finally sighed as she began to calm down. Shaking his head slightly spreading his arms in a "what" fashion, he begins speaking in a bit of ignorance of how to reply. "So... Did you want a hug, or...?" Letting out a troublesome groan, knowing she likely wouldn't take too well to that, Grant quickly starts responding to it seriously. "Look, if you want to vent. Fine, then vent. And I don't care if you shoot someone so long as it isn't sporadically."

~~~

"Federal'naya sluzhba bezopasnosti." Rei says by means of reply to the younger mans reply. "Federal Security Services, Spetznas detachments of the Border Security Force have been used as Embassy Guards of the Russian Federation for several years now. Just like your American Marines protect US Embassy compounds. Though this is not my first time here, I was here once five years ago. Not as the FSB Mind you. I had just nearing 19 and my hair was red."


"..." Just staring at his hug remark it wasn't clear what she thought of it, while her eyes were still narrowed she didn't pull the gun on him. Plus he seemed to understand somewhat what level of power she had, or rather the willingness to use it.

"Don't offer what you won t give..and if I were to vent I would need to be drunk, so no story time for you...and its not as if I wanted to kill them. They didn't stay away." Putting the pistol back on her belt, and placing the SVD behind her back via its sling, the sniper goes back to watching the street and surrounding area. "...I am Rei Tenzova Amane. I am Japanese Russian..well half Japanese...if you want.." As if mulling the words to say next she wasn't sure how to act without appearing weak.

"..if you see yourself as slave be thankful your master can be kind..a prisoner you said should be taken care of..da? I can cook..I...just, what is your name..anything else we will have to wait and see." Whatever it was she intended to say, it seemed she had some difficulty with it, but overall wasn't a psychopathic killer. As one of her arms rummage around in the poncho, a tin of some sort is thrown towards the still unknown man. "...rations..will have to do for now."

~~~

"So... random moonspeak is going to be a general thing with you, huh?" Grant questioned with a deadpan. When she went on to actually translate what she had actually said, he nodded as if in understanding, before adopting a thoughtful expression at the end of her words. "...Red hair, huh...? ...Huh, not bad, I think."

Moving on from that, the woman seemed to have taken his remark about the hug sarcastic for the wrong reasons. "Wait, you mean you actually want one? Or will accept one without shooting me?"

Watching the sniper as she turned away from him and resumed her previous time-occupier of watching the street, she finally introduced herself and strangely enough was Japanese as well as Russian. Afterwards she seemed to be trying to—comfort him? Either that or make him see the bright side of things. Staring at her for a few moments, this woman, Rei, would find it common for him to reply with unhelpful, smartass remarks. "So... we're going to stick with this bedroom role-play thing...?" Once again sensing that the woman would likely become aggravated, he sighed and answered seriously. "Grant..."

Catching what was tossed at him, the Asian-American looks at it as she states what it is. Huffing, he shoved the container in his coat pocket. "Well, Princess. You wanna leave this place anytime soon? I'm sure everyone, living or otherwise heard that damn rifle of yours. I don't think it can take out an entire swarm from all directions."

~~~

"Ask me again when I have Vodka." Rei says in regards to his questioning on the hug. With narrowed eyes at his bedroom remark, it was as good time as any to rain on his parade from her point of view, though likely he not be against the suggestion. Opening them more to a normal state she shrugs slightly with the suggestion.

"Well, I had planned to keep you in my sight when you sleep. I can sleep lightly..so get no funny ideas. Its that or I lock you in a closet. So yes, darling if others are around maybe I will treat it as such." To what extent she didn't elaborate on.

Letting a light chuckle slip with his last remark, he was an asshole in some regards, or maybe the term smartass was better. While off putting for US Society, it wasn't far apart from what she was used to. "I m sure all that other gunfire I hear the distance isn't more impressive. You talk as if I have a machine gun..but very well, we may go elsewhere. But you will assist in my search and you will join me when I return to the Russian Embassy..unless I shoot you somewhere along the way, or you kill me as I am suspecting you may attempt...mister hero. Or maybe I am wrong on that.."

Watching him, it seemed she was with her body language saying Lead the way.

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"Huh... So I do have a chance with the chick that almost killed me..." Contemplating that, Rei then clarifies that she will be keeping him in the same room with her no matter where they go—albeit for a worse reason than he'd have preferred, and apparently it was that or a closet. "Yeah... you are not shoving me in a cold, dark, confined place. Had enough of that in middle school." Folding his arms with a look of defiance, he did say he wasn't going to bend to her will. Besides, he didn't mind the alternative that much; if she wanted to stay up staring at him out of paranoia, it was fine. It didn't stop him from sleeping.

Sighing, she at least understood that it would be preferable to get moving. Standing up, Grant began dusting his clothing off and straightening his jacket before freezing at her outline of his services. "Wait... What? The Embassy? Why the hell do I have to go there? Or you for that matter? Unless this is secluded to New York, I'm pretty sure the Government is dead," He pointed out, shaking his head once again as he turned to head out. "Yeah, yeah. I'd say I'm not gonna kill you but it's not like you're gonna believe me... So, let's go."

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"..Hmm..given you are so interested in me, if your words are true.." At the edge of her mask, the woman known as Rei seems to have a slight red blush. It seemed without the mask her emotions likely showed all too well. "Just shut up, lead us off.." Shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts the red hue slightly above her mask seems to vanish.

"..I wish to bury, or at least burn the bodies of my fallen comrades. If I would I would bury all the rest I shot, but we don t have the time." Following in behind Grant she had little idea where they were headed. Asking at much there did seem to be some small shops in the area. "Where are we going? I have some ideas of where we can check..but maybe we should find out what is happening.." Leaving her thoughts off on that note, if there was anything out of the ordinary besides the undead, it would be the mini mart store in the distance, that seems rather out of place for this region of the city.
 
Rococo Raux > Kara Durst > Junko Takenaka > Isi Nanuq
Brooklyn
Hotel
2:18pm




"Orbs? Zombies? What?" Rococo sat lazily in the seat, rubbing the bump on her forehead. "Yeah...yeah that makes sense because everyone was running from some shiny balls of light and then I heard this really nasty sound before I fell. One of those lights almost got me! Now I remember! I dodged out the way and I fell inside!"

She pulled her beanie up from her wide eyes, remembering everything before falling in the dumpster. Those odd balls of light...when she barely managed to get around it, she did feel some sort of unusual feeling from it.

"Maybe falling in that dumpster was lucky because the zombies didn't get me..." Rococo mumbled as she listened to Ms. Takenaka explain where they should go. Rococo nodded her head happily at not choosing to go to school. "Yeah, no school."

Before she could ramble on about what kind of food she hoped Ms. Takenaka had at her house, Rococo's body tumbled to the side from the sudden shift in the car, her body bouncing high in the air as the car jumped the curb, and twirling around as the car drove along the wall through the hoards of monsters. The seat belt tightened against Rococo's chest, trying their best to keep her still. Rococo screamed, the loud sounds creating flashing imagines of the inside of the car, giving Rococo a simple picture of how Ms. Takenaka was shaped. Her screams slowly hushed.

Did I just...see?

Rococo fell against the seat in front of her when the car finally stopped outside the hotel. The loud sounds soon faded from her ears. Everything was somewhat back to normal.

"Ohh...ughh..." Rococo pat her hand around the arm Ms. Takenaka offered, helping her out the car. She stumbled to the side, the car catching her body before she could fall.

Her ears wiggled at the doors of the hotel unlocking, feeling the burst of cold air from the hotel on her hot face. Rococo was paling fast, her stomach groaning from motion sickness. She shook her hand away from Ms. Takenaka and dragged her feet inside, her arms out in front of her to help prevent her from running into things. This hotel was new to her and never explored.

"Hi?" Rococo repeated after her teacher, standing in the center of the lobby of the hotel. "Are there other people here? Can...can I get some water? I don't feel good...."

Her tongue tickled the roof of her mouth as she stood in the center of the lobby, wiping her eyes with her arm and feeling her stomach churn even more.

 
Allistair "Albatross" Buchannon
Brooklyn


The descent down the flight of stairs felt akin to a walk of shame as Allistair contemplated his next course of action. He didn't know anything about children, especially not how to care for them during an apocalypse. "They aren't my problem..." He thought sullenly as he delicately ruffled Alexander's hair during their journey to street level. "But...I gave her my word." The internal struggle raged relentlessly as he offered to take the baby in his free arm, still toting the war-hammer in his strong arm.


Silently instructing Alexander to stay at his side, Allistair scanned the street but involuntarily began analyzing the structural integrity and architecture of the surrounding buildings and apartment complexes. He wasn't sure how, but he somehow knew which buildings were better for defending and which could withstand the siege of corrupted beings. "W-where are we going Alb...Mr. Allistair?" The child's bottom lip quivered slightly as he spoke, still disheartened and afraid of everything that had happened.

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In his heart and mind, Allistair knew no place would be permanently safe, but if he could find a haven even temporarily, just to offer the children solace and himself a brief respite, it would be enough. "Just Allistair, kid. We're going to travel down some quiet streets, away from the residential district." Once again the knowledge of what to do, simply came to him without effort, as if he'd always known. He was grateful that the baby girl cradled in his free arm had elected to nap, "Andrea" etched into a bracelet around her tiny wrist. He was more than aware that she'd require both food and other necessities soon.

Less than an hour had passed as Allistair guided Alexander through the relatively empty back streets. He hoped at the least the young boy would pick up on how he'd weaved through the alleyways and avoided drawing unnecessary attention to their group. Allistair knew he wouldn't always be around to teach the kid how to survive or to protect the infant. At each corresponding crossroads in alleyways, Allistair would check for their safety before proceeding onward and finally reaching their destination.

The Industrial District, though that wasn't it's formal title, Allistair had always broken the city into districts ever since he was a child. It had assisted him with a minor learning disability he possessed. "The houses in this section of the city are old, but sturdy. Walls of brick instead of that worthless drywall and molding." He spoke the words aloud though it was more his thoughts than him attempting to be educational.

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Andrea had remained relatively silent and asleep throughout their journey began to stir in Allistair's arms, prompting him to return her to Alexander. "Keep her quiet while we travel down this next street." His words were a gentle but firm command as they stepped out from the alley. Single-level brick homes and apartments lined both sides of the street as decades old factories served as a backdrop.

Finding an acceptable safe house to reinforce proved more daunting than originally expected for Allistair as nearly each of these abandoned homes were dilapidated or had been the victims of looting. It appeared that the corrupted mimics were beginning to form into clusters as they prowled the streets with little organization, increasing the difficulty of going unnoticed with two children. Then he found it, his mind swirling with architectural and structural notions, he located a boarded up brick home. The windows with bars installed both outside and from what he could discern inside as well along with a steel door-frame.

Instructing Alexander to keep watch as they approached the front porch of the old shack, Allistair set down his war-hammer against a broken rocking chair. Examining the boards keeping the doorway sealed shut, it occurred to him that while he could use his tools it would be too loud. "If you see anything let me know immediately, even if it's another person." Speaking with his back turned to the boy, Allistair placed both hands upon the first of four wooden boards, he exhaled deeply as he began applying pressure to unhinge the nails with only his arm's strength. He knew it wouldn't damage the steel frame but it would still be noisy, the creaking and splintering of the wood as he ripped it from it's position.

One by one Allistair ripped the boards from the doorway, for once happy that his addiction to his work had made him strong enough to be useful, though the snapping of the wood was still audible to anyone or anything within a dozen yards of them, in this silent neighborhood. Piling the boards up on the porch beside him, he was nearly ready to celebrate his success when he felt the nervous tugging of Alexander's tiny hand on his right pants leg. "Mr. Allistair...they are here, Mr. Allistair! I didn't see them at first, they are coming this way." The boy's hurried and spastic tone was met with understanding as Allistair set the last board on the ground with the others.

Turning to face the danger yet again that had found him, he was relieved as it was only three corrupted that had wandered from the street and towards them. Removing the burlap sack with all his blacksmiths tools, he set them beside the door-frame as he discarded his sizable shield. Guiding Alexander and Andrea to right beside the door with their backs to the wall, he placed the shield in front of them and leaned it against the wall. "Cling to it and stay hidden behind it."

Allistair felt so much lighter with the nearly one hundred pounds of iron and steel being absent from his shoulders and back, the children safely hidden from sight, he hastily snagged his war-hammer from it's resting place against the rocking chair and charged off the porch and into the fray. It was a group of two males and a female corrupted, staggered several feet from each other it made easy pickings for Allistair as he took a batter's position with the war-hammer. Reeling it backwards before swinging with his full strength at one of the males, nearly decapitating it as the sickening crunch of bones and flesh was audible.

The first of the three collapsed upon itself and shuddered a few times on the ground before lying motionless, though the other two lurched forward as a combined threat. Thrusting the blunt, flat-edge of the top of his war-hammer into the stomach of the female to send her reeling backwards, Allistair planted his right boot firmly in the chest of the male to knock it upon it's back before retracting the weapon from the female and using it as a true hammer to cave in the male's head. The female shrieked slightly as she recovered from his initial blow, extending her right arm to claw at Allistair, though he was fully aware of her presence as he grasped her arm around the wrist, dropping his war-hammer and slung her onto the ground beside the pavement of the street.

Approaching the creature from behind, Allistair looked down both sides of the street to make certain he hadn't drawn the attention of anymore unwanted monsters before planting his right boot firmly on the spine of the female. Reaching down to grab both of her arms by her wrists and hold them upwards behind her back, he raised his right boot from her spine as if to let her rise before savagely curb-stomping her multiple times, her face melting into the pavement. "Dad was right...I should've been born in a different century..." He thought to himself as he gathered up the dead bodies and tossed them into the alley across the street.

Returning quickly to the new safe house, Allistair slowly withdrew the shield from Alexander and Andrea and offered them a warm smile. "Now then...shall we go inside and begin renovations? The quicker I secure it, the sooner I can get us some food." Allistair tried to make light of the situation for the benefit of the boy, though much to his surprise Alexander looked at him sullenly with a single tear in his eye and replied. "...I'm glad you're okay Mr. Allistair."
 
Kara Durst > Isi Nanuq > Rococo Raux > Junko Takenaka
Brooklyn
Hotel
2:25pm

Kara's eyes had been glued to the scene that seemed to unfold outside, the sound of screeching tires had drawn her attention. She was sure that the seemingly out of control vehicle was certainly going to blast through the doors, and with it, bring about their death at the hands of the things they were trying to keep out. As it turned out, however, the driver had purposely driven erratically to plow down some of the horde that wanted their way in, her feat and presence making it an easy decision for the staff to let her in, and it seemed she was also accompanied by another.

She regarded the woman and the child that was with her, not exactly sure how to respond to their flashy entrance. "Hi," was the first thing that came out of her mouth, automatically returning the simple greeting. Her mind was still on the need to get back to her room though, she needed to get her stuff together and then try to decide the next best move. She heard the girl's question, and figured that she could at least help with that. "You thirsy?" she asked the young girl, "I have a few bottles in my room and some other drinks as well, feel free to help yourself." She motioned for the girl and the woman to follow. "We were just heading up to my room, you both can join," she tried to steady her feet better beneath herself, "as for others here, I'm sure there are, but we need to find a way to either make this place as secure as possible or think of somewhere more secure."

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Rococo Raux > Kara Durst> Junko Takenaka
Brooklyn
Hotel
2:27pm

@WanderingWriter

She held out her hands, walking crookedly to reach for the woman talking to her, until Ms. Takenaka placed a hand on her shoulder. Rococo widened her eyes as if stretching them from tiredness, letting Ms. Takenaka lead her closer to the woman. Rococo swirled her tongue over her dry lips and inside her parched mouth.

"Why is your room so far?" Rococo groaned, following the woman with Ms. Takenaka's help. "Can we hurry...my stomach still hurts..."

While her stomach screamed for immediate attention, Rococo's fingertips trailed lightly on the walls as she counted the steps from the center of the lobby. 250 steps, Rococo counted so far. It was a bit difficult to count with the others walking nearly the same pace as her. She only liked to listen to her own footsteps and noises to help her get around. Rococo leaned against Ms. Takenaka, letting out a low breath.

"We should stay here because it's a hotel and has everything we would need. Food, water, beds, bathrooms, T.Vs, lights, soap...I bet they have movies and other fun stuff to do...like a pool and maybe a...ugh..." Rococo closed her eyes tightly at the pain from her stomach. "...a spa...And I bet they have a lot of really locked doors. Once my family went to a hotel and we had to use a...a...key card! Yeah...you can't break through a lock that uses a key card."

Rococo paused when her fingers went across an oil painted canvas, but was tugged away by Ms. Takenaka. They hurried their steps to keep up with the woman.

"It's also really quiet in this place. It's nice. I can hear myself," Rococo talked on.

"What floor is your room on?" Junko cut in, giving the woman a small break from Rococo. "We don't want to be too high up if we get cornered. Being near an emergency exit would be for the best as well."

The hotel was eerily quiet the further they walked away from the main entrance. Everything seemed calm and almost back to normal with the help of welcoming atmosphere the hotel was built around and being with someone who didn't seem to be affected at all by the light orbs. Junko glanced to check on Rococo. The teen's face was paling at an alarming rate and she started to hunch over.

"Rococo...Rococo!" Junko jumped as the teen vomited a mucus filled pinkish mess all over the floor of the hall. She pulled the teen quickly by her wrist and looked over at the woman. "I'm sorry to rush, but she's getting sicker."
 
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Letizia Jane Fiore

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@Sinopa

A few hours later a pair of lilac eyes fluttered open to stare the pastel blue sky above, the remains of her rest leaving her to watch the flickers of white in the sky go past. Minutes past as her idle state remained still, ruby lips pressed together as she thought back to the events that transpired, the questions she had. When her mind began to race she found herself unable to remain still and forced herself up from the make shift pillow of her red jacket. Looking around she found her gaze flickering to Aimery, expression dulled by the emotional exhaustion of the events before.

"When did I fall asleep..."

Letizia brushed the purple strands from her vision as she reached over to grab her bag with a grumble, brows furrowed as she hunted around for some of the candy she hid in its depths. A few moments later she pulled out two bars of some random branded chocolates before tossing one over towards Aimery with a yawn. They couldn't stay up here forever and it seemed that they had slept a good while. Shifting to unwrap the sweet, Letizia took a small bite from its corner, still slouched in her sitting position as she yawned again.

Once she had taken a few more bites she rewrapped the remains before putting it down next to her. It was habit at this point. Her whole job was based on image. Looking around she quickly called out "Aimery!" Stepping closed to him she crouched down as she begun to poke his shoulder relentlessly. "Come on. Get up and eat." She called out, though trying to keep to her tone down as much as possible. "We cant stay here..."

Gathering herself up once more she stepped over towards the ledge where the fire escape was, studying the now silent alleyway with caution. A small hum parted from her lips as she continued to walk around the edge, silently studying the routes she could see from her height and looking for more of the zombie hoards. Once she had found none she just grinned slightly, out of relief, before hurrying over to Aimery and her stuff to pack up to half eaten bar of chocolate and slipping her jacket on.

"I think we need to find others."
She muttered as she did the zip up on her jacket, briefly glancing down to the pair heeled boots currently adorning her feet. Not practical but it was better that strappy heels or pumps. Shuddering at the thought of being in that situation she quickly moved onto winding her hair up into a messy bun with an elastic band from her wrist, a few rogue strands rebelliously broke free and caressed the skin of her cheek, irritating her but not enough to make her redo it all. Turning to Aimery once more she raised a brow. "Any plans? Furthest I have gotten to is that we need to find others who are not...zombified? dead? urm...infected...?"
 
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Charlotte Knight

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@Sinopa @WanderingWriter


Charlotte knew her outburst was dangerous the second she had felt those lifeless eyes on her but even then she couldn't bring herself to react when they stumbled forwards with intent to harm them. The whole scenario in the class room was not helping either. The day just seemed to be cursing both her and Arima. Teeth had clenched down onto her lower lip, as she screwed her eyes shut, brows knitting together as she felt an increasing sense of dread fill her...

Snapped out of her spiralling thoughts by Arima she soon got to helping to try open the window as Arima had noticed an adult that wasn't lifelessly stalking around as if their head was full of mush. Luckily for them, the stranger had gotten them out and Charlotte was left with a slither of hope. A small grin stumbled onto her lips as the escaped the school, Charlotte quickly reaching over to hug her best friend as if a life line before sighing in relief. "We're safe..." They weren't entirely but for the moment Charlotte was going to be her usual self and be positive.

Releasing her friend she grumbled as she adjusted the loaded bag. There was a slight regret at packing so much into her back pack but it gave them food for a good while so she didn't mind the increasing pressure upon her shoulders. Once it was sorted she sent a large grin towards Arima before turning her attention to their saviour who she wanted to thank, only to find him looking to leave. Charlotte cocked her head before just giving him one of her usual grins. "Be safe as well!" She replied honestly before turning to look at Arima for a plan. Charlotte didn't remember their original plan to look for an adult for help...or click on that the male was in fact an adult. "What do we do next, Arima? I mean we need to find somewhere to stay...to sleep..."

When he had turned around with knowledge of a safe place, Charlotte looked puzzled for a brief moment before she grinned excitedly, grabbing Arima's hand as she pulled her along with her, bounding over to the stranger with unrestrained glee. She would not think about the situation. "Really?! Thank you so much Stra...Sir!" When her manners finally came to the front of her mind she blinked owlishly before shaking her head. "Thank you for saving us! I'm Charlotte and this is my best friend, Arima!" With their introductions done she turned to look up at him. "Who are you?"

 
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Arima Mania > Charlotte Knight / Alex Deveraux
Staten Island; the local private school
November 17, 2020
2:30pm EST
@Aka~Kitsune @WanderingWriter

When the two climbed out of the horrifying deathtrap they very stupidly walked in to, relief rushed through Arima, only for panic to suddenly take its place when the only sane adult began to walk away, leaving the two children to fend for themselves during this apocalypse. Her brows furled with nervousness as she tried to get a word out, but Charlotte beat her to it by bidding the man farewell! The girl was shocked that she couldn’t even reply to her friend. While she should have expected that from the hyperactive mess that was Char, it still surprised her that she completely forgot the plan that she herself thought of.

When the man turned back and invite them to follow Arima could have dropped right there if Charlotte wasn’t there dragging her towards him. She was so happy that finally they were getting somewhere safe! And even happier that they weren't alone anymore! She never wanted to see another zombie ever again, though she knew that, sadly, that wasn’t a possibility.

“Y-yes… Thank y-you!” She managed to eke out. Arima was glad that Charlotte was so talkative, the redhead was not very good with introductions, nor was she too comfortable with speaking to strangers. She just let her friend do all the talking as she gripped on to Charlotte’s hand and stayed behind her as they followed the man.
 
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Aimery Wren
Brooklyn
November 17, 2020
2:43pm EST

@Aka~Kitsune

As soon as he heard his name Aimery woke, though his eyes didn’t open until after few pokes.
“Always a delight to wake to chocolate and a pretty face.” He gave a charming smile as his fingers slowly found the wrapper beside him. He pulled himself up to a sitting position and began unwrapping the bar. Azure eyes watched her observe the roads below as he ate the chocolate, though he felt very weird. He wasn’t much of a napping person, yet he was out like a light while the sun was still up. It was very odd.

“People are overrated. We’d probably run into more trouble with them than with those slow things roaming the streets. What we need is supplies and a safe place to hole up.” He rose to his feet rather quickly, which was followed by a slight dizziness, but he chalked it up to the height, they were on top of a very large building.
“And weapons. We’re not going to get very far if we can’t defend ourselves.” He strolled over to the edge of the building and looked over to look for the best place to go from here.
“If you really want to meet up with some people we can, but after we get weapons. And quiet weapons at that.” He peered off in the distance as he thought.
“Let’s see, quiet weapons would include bats, any kind of blade, hammer, ummm, gardening tools would work pretty well, metal rods… a salvage yard!!!” he spun around toward the woman as he snapped his fingers in realization.
“That would be the perfect first stop! Are you up for it? I know there’s one not too far from here.”
 
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Rei Tenzova Amane & Grant Kazaki


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Eastern Manhattan


November 17, 2020



The streets were dotted with the occasional 'zombie' that walked with sluggish steps with dragging limbs. Their eyes glossy and lost as they face forwards with trembling moans. For the moment Rei and Grant had not been spotted by the occasional infected as they traveled. If one looked closely there was sometimes a rare sighting of someone not yet infected, hiding away in a corner before they began to move again to hide, to avoid being spotted. Then it went downhill as the sound of shattering glass penetrated the silence, a middle aged man found himself bursting through the shattered remains to try and escape a couple of the infected that were in the store. The noise caused heads to rear up and look lifelessly that way before they headed to the source like a pack of animals. More had stumbled out from the shadows and alleys, some catching sight of Rei and Grant which began a small pack of them to head their way.



With a Grunt Rei Shoulder her AK-12, pointing it towards the approaching horde. Sweeping her cloak aside, if she could have used more of her arms here and now, she would have. For now the original Right Arm and the middle below would be enough. "Tch..Boy!..Eh Grant! Keep back!...do not...being mistaken on your role..." It was bothersome, but for now, she needed him alive, he was a guide. Though he could have taken this chance to stab her in the back, or to run, but it was a risk she had little option in. "...Ty che, blyad.."


"Yeah... thanks for that, prick..." Commented the younger boy with an inconvenienced sigh.


Grant might have been willing to help the guy out—were he to not have made so much fucking noise! They could deal with a couple of infected, not a swarm without drawing more to them. Then again, his new Russian friend seemed to be all-too trigger-happy and ready to take the pack on. She was going to be troublesome to deal with, he could already see.


Swiftly grabbing the Russian by the arm and yanking her back lightly—and hoping the woman wouldn't recoil due to some insane instinct, Grant aimed avoid—well, death. "Whoa, Rambo. Yeah... You maybe want to not attract more of them with your big, stronk, motherland gun? I kind of want to live, you know." Rei was definitely a "shoot first, think later" kind of person, meaning it was likely up to him to act as the safety lock on her damn firearms.


Eyes widening at his grab, it seemed Grant had a stronger grip than expected. Eyes glaring slightly, the AK-12 Remains pointed in the direction of the undead, while she glances at his hand, seemingly atop her original right shoulder.


"Eh..? Enemy is here, why not kill now, kill later, all the same." Finger resting on the trigger, it seemed she had no intention of listening to him at all. Until she sighs slightly. "..You are supposed to be the Prisoner.." Grunting at the smaller horde in the distance, Rei motions with her head keeping the rifle aimed forward, letting out a defeated sigh. "..Fine, find us a position to fall back for the night. Some store, or something, without idiots.." Looking at the middle aged man, the soldier s jaw clenches, unseen by her mask. They could likely save him, but that would just draw more attention, and in any case, he was still attempting to flee.
 
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Remington Austen
Eastern Manhattan – Hospital for Special Surgery
November 17, 2020
1:45 pm​




So it was a laparoscopic procedure today. She hated laparoscopics. It was much preferred to just cut a good chunk of the abdomen open and do what needed to be done. It was so much easier to see what was going on when you were looking directly at the body instead of a screen. Sure, the patient liked the smaller scars better than the large ones but they probably never thought about how annoying these procedures were. Remi was all set to go, helping the surgeon put on his sterile gown and then gloves as she mused over today’s menu. There are ups and downs to every job, she thought, take the good with the bad. She couldn’t tell, but she thought the surgeon might have given her a smile behind his mask, probably noticing her less-than-pleased expression. This man was the one whom she had disappeared on five years ago. He had stood behind her when she returned and helped convince the hospital board that she deserved her job back. Remi had been stuck to his side ever since and they seemed to like it that way. It was much easier to work as a team that knew each other instead of getting a random technician or surgeon every time you went in for surgery. She looked up to this man with most of the respect her body could hold. So when he smiled at her, she tried to give a smile back, glad to be assigned to this guy over all the crazy, demanding surgeons she could have worked with.

Remi set up the sterile drape and pulled it open to reveal the patient’s whole right abdomen where they would be making the incisions. With her foot, she scooted the instrument tray over so they both could reach. Her favorite surgeon in the world gestured to the non-sterile nurse and she flicked on the radio. Country music from the early 2000s began to flow through the room and they both smirked. Another reason she liked this guy better than the others.

“Ready?” He asked.

Remington nodded, scrubbing down the incision sites with alcohol scrubs. “Yes, Sir.” She drawled out in a slight southern accent. She handed him his scalpel and waited for him to begin. How long would this surgery take, she wondered. There was a show on tonight that she really wanted to watch. Focus. She turned her eyes to the patient and watched so they could finally begin.



2:04pm

Unfortunately, or rather fortunately, they never got to make those cuts. They were all distracted by the sound of screaming coming from the hallways. Neither the surgeon nor the technician moved. In sterile garb they did not want to desterilize and do it all over again. Instead the nurse poked her head out the door and peered around the wall to see what was happening. As if drawn to her, a bright red sphere blew right into the room through the open door, passing through the nurse as it appeared. She shuddered in what appeared to be pain and then suddenly began to vomit up red liquid. The smell of blood permeated the room and they had not even begun the procedure yet. The poor nurse garbled out a few painful moans and by that time the red orb had made its way to the operating table. Remington froze in fear, watching it zoom right up to her, hover for a moment, and then bolt away. In its path, it breezed right through the surgeon and caused him to fall to the ground in the same display that the nurse had shown.

Terror iced her veins. The nurse was now advancing in Remi’s direction and the surgeon, Remi’s most respected person, had gotten back up only to bite a huge chunk out of the unconscious patient’s exposed stomach. “Stop! Please! Doctor, what are you doing?” She yelled at them but they obviously did not care. After one bite, both of them were advancing on her and when she took a second to look passed them at the door, she could see yet another bloody creature shuffling its way into the room. The small gauze clamp in her hand fell away as if she had forgotten it entirely – and she had really. Her heart began to race, adrenaline pumping through her and suddenly… all seemed calm in her head once again. The out of place anxiety she had felt for the last four years dissipated into nothingness. She was still afraid and yet she felt numb to it as if she was feeling it through a second party. Get out. Get out and run. Don’t look back. Her brain, now composed once again, urged her to move, and her arms and legs did so without allowing her to think twice about it.

Remi took a step back, using her foot to pull her utensil tray back with her until she had a clear shot away from the procedure table. She kicked the tray forward and it rolled into the nurse who was standing in her way to the door. Lucky, the good – now bad? – doctor was trying to work his way around the head end of the bed so she left him and headed toward the door, ducking around the third thing that had entered and slamming through the doors to get out of the room. She pulled the long sterile glove from her left hand and tied it around the door handles to hold them closed. It would not last long if those things had any strength whatsoever, but she had to try. The sound of screaming brought her mind to the hall behind her where staff and patients alike were running chaotically through the building. Some still seemed to be alive more or less, while others looked like the cast from any zombie flick she had ever seen.

“Now don’t go tellin’ me that the damned zombie apocalypse has started.” She was talking to herself. Obvious, considering that the only other surviving people were running away and screaming – probably something she should be doing too. With another infected person meandering her way, she figured now would be the best time to do that.

Turning on her heel, Remi booked it down the hall, attempting to make it to the locker room. She had an overnight bag in there for just-in-case moments and assumed that now would be considered one of those moments. Somehow, she was able to get around any infected people without having to get violent and managed to make it to the locker room where she yanked open her own locker and grabbed her bag out. Then she was gone again in a flash, tearing down the hallway to make it to the stairwell. Even in a place that preached health, no one ever used the stairwell. She sped down the stairs as fast as she could without tripping and falling over herself and then burst through the fire exit door at the very bottom which put her outside at the back of the building. Another wave of fear engulfed her. Those things… zombies… whatever they were… were everywhere. Even in the parking lots and on the roads. She could see the red orbs, the same as the one she had encountered, flying through the streets. As quickly as they were there, they were gone again. Where could she go from here?

Not sure what else to do, Remi pulled her bag onto her shoulder and began to make her way down 71st​ street, trying to figure out where to go. Should she go back to her apartment? Could she even make it there? It wasn’t on her mind at all how she had forgotten to take off her surgical mask and still wore it over her mouth and nose. Now, dressed in her scrubs, a surgical gown, mask, scrub cap, and her remaining right glove, Remi jogged down the street, ducking in and out from behind cars and buildings.
 
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Rei Tenzova Amane | Grant Kazaki


Eastern Manhattan; Nov 17 2020



"Wrong. Enemy kill us when reload happen," Grant responded in minor broken English paired with an obviously fake Russian accent. "And this prisoner doesn't want to die cause the Warden is stubborn."

Arguing, Grant began to scan'the surrounding area, spotting several-storied building with a fire escape ladder hanging down half-way and conveniently-placed dumpster a few feet from it. That could do—but then again the damn woman wouldn't likely be able to make the jump armed and armored like a tank, meaning he'd have to make the jump and release it for her to climb.

"Alright... Found something. Come on!" Pausing a minute, he took quick note of her stare towards the bystander. Sure, now she wanted to help people. "Half the fucks that were chasing him are on our ass now, that's about as much help as we can give him short of killing ourselves... Now hurry up!"

With a tap on the arm, Grant makes a dash for the aforementioned dumpster, swiftly mounting it once reaching it. Taking a look at the ladder, he backs a few paces, as much as he can without falling off, and prepares to get a running start before Rei's quirt of paranoia popped in his head. Taking a moment, he looked back down at her and decided it was best to explain what he was going to do so she didn't shoot him for running.

"All I'm going to do, is hop on that ladder and kick the rest down for you to climb up... Don't shoot me." With that said, he once again turned his attention back to the ladder and sprinted towards it before making a leap and catching the bottom grip of the ladder with a clank. Once he secured his grip, he began climbing up until he reached the top. Thankfully, his jailer had yet to blast him, but he still believed getting the ladder down before she changed her mind was a good idea. Unfortunately, the damn thing seemed to be stuck as it wouldn't budge no matter the yanking, pushing, or pulling. Clicking his tongue, the pack of shambling shells of men were getting closer and this damn thing didn't want to move. It was the friggin' lever thing!

"...Gah... For fuck's sake!" He growled out before standing and slamming his foot down on the contraption in frustration and, in a fit of luck, the lever unhooked and the ladder fell down. Apparently kicking ladders worked as much as a vending machine.

"Hmph, you Americans love to run your mouth." Rei says slightly irritated with the American, glaring at him from beneath her hood. Then came his distraction, when her gaze turned to the man.

"! know that!" She wasn't happy with the situation. In her mind at least, what she did earlier wasn't wrong. She was defending her position, they did not heed her warnings, so they were shot. This was a man about to be torn apart by those things, though his own stupidity was to blame.

"Ehh!?" Turning to watch him messing with a trash bin, then, what.. "What in the hell are you doing?!" Watching him climb to safety, his warning was mute in her ears. Pondering if she should shoot him, the fool then proceeds to fight the ladder, trying to drop it down to her.

"Get inside..I will find my own..." Before she can finish he drops the ladder for her to climb, with a less hostile glare than before, her emotions were hidden behind the mask. Quickly climbing the ladder, with the AK being slung as she takes to the first wrung, she used her two human most arms for this task.

Looking below, the Red ones had seemed to notice this noise. With a snap of heads, and snarls, they gaze in unison, as if trying to decide, go for those two, or the man. With a thundering collapse on the railing, Rei quickly spins, switching to the SVD and kneeling. "Grant! Get the Ladder up now! I will cover you!" Taking Aim, she almost wished she had her Anti-Material Rifle, now somewhere on Embassy Grounds.

Unless that Bastard Markov took it...

"You aren't used to it by now?" Letting out a sigh of relief that they were now both up the ladder, Grant knelt down to attempt getting the ladder back up, if that would go any better than getting it down. "Relax, they're too stupid to climb up a ladder. Don't shoot! ...Jeez, always with the damn—gun!" Grunting out that last word, he finally managed to hoist the metal back up and pin it.

Sighing, he stood back up and straightened up his clothes once again, a habit he would have to get used to with all this running. "See? We're fine. Relax and put the gun away... Let's go inside and see if this damn place has a couch or something."

Moving over to one of the windows, it thankfully wasn't locked and the inside was some cheap single-room apartment. Didn't even have a bed, well, it kind of did. It had a bathroom, nightstand, small dresser with a shitty TV and some video games and consoles sitting next to it. The owner probably used the couch in the middle of the room that folded out into a bed for sleeping on. It wasn't very well kept, but it was devoid of blood stains and corpses, so that was a plus. Some stains Grant honestly didn't want to know what the source was though...

"Well... it's garbage but... it's a place." Walking past the couch and over to the TV, Grant crouches down and begins looking at the video games with a deadpanned, obviously not impressed by whatever they were. "Go ahead and take a nap if you want on the shitty couch-bed... I'll probably clock out after I make sure nothing can bust through the doors or anything."

"Hmph...It has kept me safe so far.." Following him inside once the ladder was up, it seemed the window wasn't locked, which was a bit of a pity. She had planned to taunt him a little had he picked or broken it open.

The place was fairly much a dump. Though by her own standards it wasn't too bad. Judging by appearances, the owner was likely gone, if not dead. Looking at the bed with a frown however, she had no intentions on sleeping on it. "Nyet. I will fortify room, unlike you trained for this, you can search room, maybe find clean sheets or clothing to separate us from filth, look for food supplies. You sleep, I said I would keep eye on you."

Glancing up at the the wall, she assumed the power would still be operational, though that likely would no hold through the night. Other than that much was needed to be done. Walking around the room there seemed to be some rather cheap furniture on hand, slamming her SVD down atop the night stand it broke to pieces. "Durak neschastnyi.." Coughing to herself, briefly afterwards, it was now just a matter of reinforcing the door, fortunately there was deadbolts and slide locks.

"I do not think we should be staying here long." Removing her hood, followed up by some of her armored plates, the modified jump suit was drenched in sweat. "Ah time for water...then work."
 
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