Mission: Z, IC

[Dakota K5]

Otto Williams

Interaction: Dex
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He had heard the blades of the chopper when everyone else did but was much less sanguine about it. "I hate to be the voice of pessimism but I doubt we would be able to get to the roof in time to even get a chance to single it but if you want to run up these steps in a blind rush be my guest, I'll move up the rear to make sure nothing follows you up." He spoke to Dex, frankly Otto was confident that even if they could signal the chopper their chances of rescue were still very low.
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1x AR15
1x 1911A1
7x 7 round 1911 magazines
5x 30 round STANAG mags (26 rounds depleted in total)
1x tanto style combat knife
On Chest Rig:
6x 30 round STANAG magazines​

 

[JJ]

[fieldbox="Riley | #1 Ballamory | 1 October 2026 - Early Morning, teal, solid"]



Otto's warning went completely unheeded by Riley, whose mind had already been made up when they confirmed what was making the sound. "What if it's the military?" she demanded, pushing past her brother and into the hallway of the children's ward. "What if they can help Ryan?"

"Riley, wait!" Dex called after her, but she was already gone, sprinting down the hallway to a set of large windows at the end. There was no way she could get up six flights of stairs in time, but she still had the stuff to make draino bombs in her backpack. It only took a few seconds to throw it in a bottle and wait for the magic to happen. And if the explosion caught the eye of whoever was in the chopper, maybe they'd circle around to see if there was someone here.

Reaching the windows, Riley dropped to her knees and yanked her backpack off, dumping it's contents unceremoniously to the floor. Her machete clattered several feet away, but she paid it no mind, snatching a water bottle and dumping half of the contents out, then ripping the aluminum foil into haphazard strips and rolling them into balls. She had to be quick, if she missed the window, they'd never see the explosion.

INVENTORY (RILEY)
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Wearing
bluejeans, white t-shirt & sneakers

On Person
Beretta Cx4 Storm [15/15] (shoulder strap)
Beretta Model 92 [17/17] (right hip)
Machete w/Sheath (left hip)

Backpack
Sleeping Bag
Family Picture
9mm Rounds x46
Journal & 2 Black Pens
Bottle of Draino [3/4 full]
Aluminum Foil Roll [1/3 full]

Food & Water
Skittles [1]
Kitkat [2]
Can Ravioli [2]
16oz Water Bottle [2 full]

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[Himilo]

Aveline
Location: iono (ask the other guy)​

They arrive to the hospital, she takes a few glances around and was surprised by the lack of dead. She rests her bat on her shoulders, taking a look at the map, memorizing what she could and became familiar. They began down the hall, she didn't care taking orders from Dex and felt somewhat compelled to not listen. She takes advantage of a moment to silently wander off into another room, an office? It had a desk but it also had a worn out chaise lounge sofa up against the wall, a few black filing cabinets, and a couple of bookshelves. Approaching the dust covered desk, she notices framed photo of a smiling family, pens, pencils, and files neatly stacked. Next, she approaches the shelves, they were various mini statues, framed pictures, and sculptures of what some may consider art. Picking one up, it was sphere detailed with markings and looking on the bottom: "2003 China." She shrugs before placing it back onto the shelf and meeting with the group again.

Just in time to hear them talking of a noise, in the moment of silence she could here it as well. Her unbelieved gaze turned to Dex's suggestion to flagging them down. They didn't know who was up there nor what they were capable of. "That helicopter is gonna draw unwanted attention…" she murmurs. Her stomach twists, head shakes, and her pace slows. "I'm not going up there… We don't know who is up there nor what they could possibly want. How do you know they won't just shoot on sight?" Not moving from her place, even moving down a few steps.

--

ON PERSON:

- Sneakers
- White t-shirt
- Blue jeans
- Ankle socks
- Black Jacket
- Baseball Bat (main weapon)
- Silver lighter (in back pocket)

IN PACK:

- Corey's stuffed animal
- Picture of Aveline and Corey
- 2x Bottle water
- Small pistol
- 9x pistol rounds
- Baby wipes (doesn't actually smell like babies)
- Bagged and labeled meeicine: Ibuprofen (6x), Benadryl (8x), Tylenol (4x)
- Ripped Gauze
- Bagged band-Aids (10x)​

uh huh….okay

 

[KatSea]

Winslow

Winslow's amusement for Baa's reactions to what he considered normal, such as Evangeline's tired demeanor, did not cease even as she had calmed herself down to a stable condition. Something within Winslow flickered into life at the meeting of the new friend. It was bright and hopeful, even more so than what he had contained when they had found this particular haven. It was perfect. Empty, quiet, and most importantly, there were still leftover materials. Rags. needles and string, and Winslow had even considered taking a few scalpels that were occasionally littered about particular rooms.

"U-um, Win? Problem, problem, problem. Red Alert. SOS. I-I see a group of peeps heading towards here! Th-they're right outside." Winslow's head snapped at the sudden exclamation made by his new friend. A group of people? Oh, oh! His heart sunk. No, there was no way that was possible. How would he have been able to find them here? They had left the initial hide out weeks ago, about three or four. There's no way he could have traced them, besides, Winslow had his own theory about why he had come and why he left. It didn't please him, but he didn't dare say it for Evangeline's sake.

"Hey...relax..." He muttered to her gently and strode to the nearest window to get a glance at the group. They were advancing. Shoot. He couldn't tell if they were hostile, but there was one thing he was certain of. He needed to make sure he, his new friend, and Evangeline were absolutely safe. "We should move out." He swallowed and glanced down at the pistol that Evangeline had returned. "Maybe...maybe grab some things. Shoot...Ev we are leaving!" He shouted out to Evangeline down the hall, whose face twisted with concern.

"What?" He swallowed hesitantly as another sound became very apparent. Shit. He bobbed his head and gently placed his hand on Baa's shoulder.

"We need to get out quickly. I'd rather not test to see if they were hostile or not." As naive and as hopeful as Winslow could be, he didn't want to risk it this time. He managed a smile "I apologize that we didn't stay settled very long. I promise, we are usually much better at this." He heard Evangeline wretch again, but she quickly quieted herself down, hand on her stomach and eyes widened. She kept her rifle close at hand and sighed

"Goddamn it. Here we go, again."

 

[Mobley Eats]

[fieldbox="Beatrice Kolkowsky | St. Dominic Hospital | Mid Afternoon, goldenrod, solid"]

Interactions: Evangeline, Winslow @KatSea & Riley @JJ


Bea tried to figure out where in hell her breathing was trying to go with how fast it was running. Right now would've been a wonderful time to invest in an inhaler, which didn't make sense due to her years of running cross-country. But still, it wasn't as if she kept up with any exercises outside of running from zombies ever since leaving home--and holy fuck Bea! Focus!!

"R-right. Relax. I can totally do that," she rushed out while resting both hands over her chest. Oh Jesus, was that seriously her heart?? It felt like someone had replaced the organ with a Ferrari's engine while she wasn't looking. How rude. Sneaky posers!

This wasn't good. That was twice that Bea's mind strayed off topic, which was a huge signal that she was teetering on the brink of panic. It really annoyed her, how emotionally weak and unstable she could be at times. She had thought dealing with infected would help harden her shell, but it only ever happened once in a blue moon. And even then, those moments were fleeting and left her questioning her own humanity afterwards.

As Evangeline and Winslow tried to come up with a game plan, Bea started walking (or a clumsy staggering version of walking) around in search of supplies she could snag up. So far, she only came across some unused cloths and needles, so she wrapped a handful of needles in rags and shoved them into her pack, carefully protecting Uke from any scratches. God, she just wanted to play some music and relax for longer than 10 minutes at a time--

Then some girl ran in.

...

...

...

"When did I start doing drugs?" Bea mumbled under her breath with her brow pinched. Because surely--surely--there's no way some random pretty chick just sprinted past them towards the window. Naw. No way. Because then that would assume that she completely didn't notice them at all, which was fucking reckless nowadays. And certainly--as certain as Oliver Queen's perfection!--she didn't just toss a machete aside in Bea's direction, piling on to her bizarre predicament.

This...This day. Bea couldn't handle today.

Shaking like a soaked chihuahua, Bea snatched up the machete and pointed it at their surprise visitor while side-scurrying over to Winslow and Evangeline (yes, technically behind them, but that's a minor detail). "I-I swear to G-god! D-don't move or we'll--we'll..." Oh boy. This wasn't for her. Nope. Nope, nope, nope. She looked over at Winslow and Evangeline, a literal Help Me Guys flashing across her face like a casino in Los Vegas.

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Inventory
On Person
1x - Hunting Knife
1x - Water Canteen (half full)
3x - Protein Bar
Uke the ukulele
1x - First Aid Kit
Bloodied Finding Nemo shirt
Riley's Machete
5x - Needles
3x - Hospital Rags

outfit

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[JJ]

[fieldbox="Dexter | Jackson Mississippi | 1 October 2026 - Dusk, darkorange, solid"]



Riley managed to escape his grasping hands as she sprinted past him, and Dexter gave an exasperated sigh, turning to the others. "Let's go, we can't leave her out there alone." Before he'd even finished speaking, Dean was out the door after Riley, but Aveline had taken a few steps down, the reluctance clear in her expression. Dexter pinned her with a gaze, voice unexpectedly irate as he addressed her. "I wish you'd make up your mind about whether or not you want to be a useful part of this group." His eyes flicked to Otto for a split second, and then Dex turned and followed Dean out the door.

That was probably a little unfair, seeing as it was Aveline who had saved them from jumping out a second story window this morning, but he had no patience for someone whose first instinct wasn't to defend a member of their group, no matter the situation. Yeah, Riley had done something brash and reckless again but her heart was in the right place even if her mind was not.

He caught up with Dean, who had drawn his pistol at this point, in only a few long strides, as the man was taking his time to clear the rooms Riley passed without looking, so nothing snuck up on them. "You know," Dean started quietly. "I do rather adore your baby sister, but she could use a lesson in following orders."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

As Riley dropped near the window, fumbling in her bag for whatever, Dex left Dean to check the rooms and quickened his pace to catch up with his sister. It looked like they were in the clear, and then...

"I-I swear to G-god! D-don't move or we'll--we'll..."

Dexter froze.

He saw Riley stiffen, too, her hands caught in the action of rolling a strip of foil into a ball. Her attention fixated to her right, a room out of reach that Dex couldn't see into. Looking over his shoulder, he waved Dean forward with two fingers, and then pointed to an empty room, where the man took cover, peering out with his weapon at the ready. Otto had followed them into the hallway, and while Dex waited for him to catch up, he took the AR-15 off his back, lifting it in the direction Riley was looking.

"What are you gonna do, fling it at me from ten feet away?" She demanded belligerently. "You're better off picking up that rifle, if any of you three are brave enough."

Good girl, Riley. So there were three of them, about ten feet away, and they had a rifle that wasn't trained on her currently. Dexter took a step forward, pressed against the opposite wall so that when they came into view, they'd already be in his rifle's sights. He pulled back on the charging handle, and the very distinguishable click-click of a round being loaded echoed in the empty hallway. Cheek against the stock, he switched off the safety with his thumb and rested his trigger finger in a ready to fire position before taking the final few steps that put the others into view.

The only thing that stayed his hand was the fact that the first person he saw was a woman who couldn't have been much older than any of them, and behind her, two even younger, the fear on their faces all too clear. So he hesitated, the rifle locked on the three of them. "Riley, grab your stuff and get over here."

"But I need to - the helicopter-" she started frantically.

"NOW."

Seeming to realize the seriousness of the situation, even though the sound of the chopper was quickly fading into the distance, Riley shoved her stuff back into her bag and started to move back towards her brother.

INVENTORY (DEXTER)
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Wearing
soggy black basketball shorts, long-sleeved camo shirt & black combat boots

On Person
Hunting Knife, with Sheath [on right leg]
.50 Cal Desert Eagle (15/15) [on left leg]
DD M4 Carbine V5 AR-15 (6/32) [holding]

In Bag
.50cal Rounds x32
9mm Rounds x46
Minor First Aid Kit (mostly used)
Small LED Flashlight
Military Dogtags
Letter from his Father
Change of Clothing

Food & Water
17oz Bottled Water [3]


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[Mobley Eats]

[fieldbox="Carter Yamanashi | Mechanic's Shop | Mid Afternoon, purple, solid"]

Interactions: Everyone (kind of)


Carter's grin faltered a bit at Cecilio's lack of response. However, now that he really thought about it with the Dean development not harassing his mind for a moment, it wasn't a good idea to distract the Russo-Italian right now. Although Carter knew good and damn well that Ryan was a goner, this seemed to bother Cecilio deeply. He was such a quiet and reserved man, that the Japanese-American almost forgot about how much he cared for everyone's health and survival.

Lawd. His heart's too big for it's own good. He's gonna be doomed with a mindset like that, Carter thought with an internal sigh. That sigh turned external as he slipped his shirt back on, wincing at the feeling of fabric scraping his wound. So be it--his injury paled in comparison to the others. As long as he got it disinfected and patched up in a decent span of time, he would be okay.

He had to be. For Maya.

"Welp, I'm a bad bitch anyways. So I'll actually put that on my tab, honty. Don't keep me waiting too long~," he teased before leaving Cecilio to focus on Ryan. Well shit--what to do now? Carter wasn't really in the mood to chat up with anyone; besides, they were all probably too somber about Ryan's condition to want to deal with his fabulousness. But, then again, that could be used to his advantage...perhaps do some snooping around while they were distracted by their own angst?

Hmmm, not a bad idea, Queen C! Cue ominous super spy theme music~.

Carter had already seen the room upstairs and from what he could recall, it didn't hold anything of his interest. Granted, most of his focus shifted to Dean after seeing the photo--but still. The gang didn't really explore all of the ground floor shop, only plopped down where they deemed good enough, so Carter casually strolled over to the other end where more of the mechanic's tools resided.

There were some dusty and worn car parts, likely old ones taken out and replaced on a customer's vehicle, all piled up haphazardly near three tool benches. Odd. Carter was no mechanic, but he figured discarded car parts would be...discarded in another area. Not just carelessly tossed aside. Perhaps it happened in the mist of infected hysteria. Carter knelt down to examine an engine missing several parts and laying on its side (he thought...he wasn't sure). What he did know was that when someone poured oil into the engine, it eventually ended up in the oil pan, which was usually stopped by a drain plug...

Oh. Wait!

Carter roused through the tool benches in search of..."Bingoooo~," he sang under his breath upon finding a few little jugs of Benzene. Harmful to the human system, but that was what Carter was counting on. He had doubts it would work effectively on infected, but the chances of coming across anymore hostiles like the ones that burned down Ballamory wasn't impossible. He snagged a handful of industrial wipes and one unopened jug (he held the jug with a wipe around it...yes, he was being fucking careful. Sue him!) before making his way back to the others, a content grin on his face.

"More useful shiiiiit--" However, his celebration screeched to a halt as a distinct sound reverberated from outside. Eyes squinting, he cautiously peered out of a window. And blinked. Once. Twice more. Without tearing his gaze from the sight, Carter waved his free arm over his head like a frantic noodle to alert the group. "Honties! Honties, maybe I'm tripping from the fumes but isn't that a whole damn helicopter??"

Oh Lawd. This could either be really bad or really good. Perhaps neither.

Then his eyes flickered down a bit to two barrels of...wait, were those full of oil too? Carter pinched his lips. Maybe. But that responsibility (or reckless idea) wasn't for his hands. Here's to hoping someone else noticed and decided whether or not to use them. He got what he wanted.

---

Inventory
On person
P226 Sig Sauer (7/10 loaded)
AR-15 (21x 5.56 rounds, 1 mags)
Sylvie's Machete
1x Jug of Benzene Oil
Handful of Industrial Wipes
Strip of dirty cloth/fabric

Personality/Internal-wise
Fabulousness
Bittersweet memories
Growing fondness for Evie & Hero
(Sorta kinda) Beef with Dean

Outfit

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[KatSea]

Evangeline

Annoyance scorched in her chest like a wild fire. Superb. This was beyond wonderful. Who knew if the people Winslow and his friend had reported were hostile or simply strangers who were looking for safety in the hellish landscape? Evangeline wasn't sure herself, but if there was one thing that was most certainly to the tired woman, it was that she did not want to get forced out. She'd rather send off warning shots and live in peace within the confining, horrifying walls. She glanced over at Winslow's pistol then at her own. She knew neither of them had a lot of ammunition left over, and the first thing that came to mind was at least making sure the younger of the group got out safely. That's all she wanted, even though the hope of survival for any of them was slowly dimming in her head. The loss of people, the shifts from place to place, Evangeline was tired, and she wanted to close her eyes and let rest take over. Let herself finally be at rest, dream of teaching innocent children how to do addition.

Her head flung back as Bea ran behind her, holding a machete within her hands. A machete, Christ, haven't seen one of those since Marcos broke in the first time. It's a good thing someone was there at the time...otherwise I feel that I wouldn't have had to deal with the apocalypse. She glanced ahead to who Bea was pointing her weapon at, and a girl, perhaps not too much younger than her, glancing back. Evangeline glanced back to make sure the two kids were behind her, and gently nudged Winslow, whose entire figure seemed to hide Bea. "Bottoms up. Win." Winslow glanced down and then let a small 'oh' escape his lips before he raised his weapon, aiming it on the other side of Evangeline.

"What are you gonna do, fling it at me from ten feet away? "You're better off picking up that rifle, if any of you three are brave enough."

"Try me, wench." Evangeline called out in response, calm and collected. "We don't want any trouble, you hear?" She swallowed hard as she attempted to keep a blank demeanor. Her stomach churned, even as it scorched with emptiness. She couldn't tell why she was feeling so horrid, she just knew that whatever was happening within her body, it wasn't good. Another voice broke through, and her eyes trained on the new found man. He had a weapon on him as well, trained on all three. Shit. Evangeline took a shaky, ill breath inwards and watched the girl, Riley, walk to her brother. "You two want to explain what you are doing?" She asked uncertainly, grip on her weapon strong. "Again. We don't want any issues." Tired now, she felt bile burn at her throat and a croak escaped her. Her eyes widened and she turned, holding her free pointer finger up to the strangers as she caught her breath "One second...hold fire...oh Jesus...." It past as quickly as it had begun, and she promptly returned to her position "I t...think..." Another little croak escaped her lips "We can all be civil....lower the rifle...."


Inventory

Rifle

Three hospital rags

Needle and String

Unborn Child

Increasing moodiness

 

[VengefulPeanut]

Location: Garage
Interactions: Garage Peeps
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Evie had been sitting in relative silence, arms clutching her knees close to her chest. Despite her thinking feeling somewhat blurred, like nothing quite had the clarity it did before, she could still obsess over one thing: Dex was out there and she couldn't be with him to watch his back. She trusted his judgement, true enough. However, good judgement wasn't the only pre-requisite for surviving these days. Good luck was the deciding factor.

Suddenly, a distant, familiar sound rumbled into earshot. It was faint at first and the ginger-haired girl merely placed it as her mind playing tricks on her. However, the droning noise continued and grew in volume until...

"Honties!"

Diving to her feet, Evie snatched her bow and launched over towards the window, stopping by Carter's side.

"Helicopter," she said, simply. It may have been stating the obvious but she wasn't saying for anyone's benefit. Mouth falling agape for a moment, there was a buffer in her mind as it tried to process what seemed like the obvious. 1 or 2 seconds later... it couldn't be mirage, could it? No. It wasn't just her seeing it. "Helicopter!" she exclaimed, jumping to action. Her eyes flicked around the room frantically. "Oh, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger... ah twatty bugger!" she cursed rapidly, barely sucking in any air between words. "We need to find a way to signal it."

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On Person (Evie):
- Hunting Knife
- Bow (12 arrows)​

Backpack/Room (Evie):
Items (3):
- Change of Outfit​

Water (0):

Food (0):​

Outfit:​

[spoili]

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[Dakota K5]

Otto Williams

Interaction: Ave, Dex, Bea, Dean, Riley, Evangeline and Winslow
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He halted himself for the briefest of moments to look back at Ave. "Part of the group Ave, gotta look after everyone even when they make dumb decisions. After all, we'd chase after you to ensure you were safe." He spoke to the woman with a half smirk as his hair stuck to his forehead from the rain before turning and bounding after Dex, Dean and Riley. He caught up with them just as Dex ordered Riley to join back with them, Otto stacked up behind Dex as one of the women at the other end of the hall was speaking, he heard her words before leaning in near Dex's ear so only he could hear him. "Dex, let me handle this one alright, trust me." Otto wasn't really asking permission but rather making sure Dex knew he had a plan and to trust him for this. Otto slung his rifle onto his shoulder as the woman at the other end of the hall spoke shakily and Otto took his chance then, he held his hands out behind Dex before slowly stepping into view of the three in front of him, he let his arms rest at his side as he looked on. "Time to put some of that old training to work." He thought for the briefest second before he cleared his throat. "You're right, we can be civil but...neither your group or this one has any reason to trust each other so I doubt either of us are going be lowering guns right this second but none of us want a firefight, not here, not when the infected could be anywhere near us. Let's build a little trust first so we can all lower our weapons alright, my name is Otto White, what's your name?" He paused as he placed his hand on his chest then gestured to the woman to give her name.
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1x AR15
1x 1911A1
7x 7 round 1911 magazines
5x 30 round STANAG mags (26 rounds depleted in total)
1x tanto style combat knife
On Chest Rig:
6x 30 round STANAG magazines​

 

[JJ]

[fieldbox="Riley | #1 Ballamory | 1 October 2026 - Early Morning, teal, solid"]



Riley slunk over to Dexter's side, standing next to him with her bag in her hands and her shoulders slumped despondently. Furious hazel eyes settled on Evangeline. She didn't care who these people were, or what they were doing here, she hated them. They'd ruined her one chance to flag that chopper. Her one chance to possibly get help for Ryan. Now he was going to die and it was their fault.

As Otto stepped forward, Riley's hand twitched towards the gun at her waist, but before she even reached it, Dexter's hand lashed out and snatched her wrist. He lowered his gun just a fraction. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded in a harsh whisper.

"They-"

"Fire that gun and every Infected for a mile is gonna hear it," he growled, voice low so that only they, and probably Otto, could hear. Riley snatched her arm away and rubbed her wrist, ignoring Dex's warning glare. Then he returned his attention, and his other hand, to the rifle, steadying it despite the woman's plea for no violence. Riley's anger was replaced for a brief moment by curiosity. Would her brother really kill these people if it came to it?

She would.

Riley crossed her arms to quell the urge to arm herself. The noise of the chopper had faded into the distance now, and with it, any hope they had of getting help. They were on their own. Moving behind Dexter, Riley regrouped with Dean. At least she knew he had the guts to kill someone who stood in their way.

INVENTORY (RILEY)
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Wearing
bluejeans, white t-shirt & sneakers

On Person
Beretta Cx4 Storm [15/15] (shoulder strap)
Beretta Model 92 [17/17] (right hip)
Machete w/Sheath (left hip)

Backpack
Sleeping Bag
Family Picture
9mm Rounds x46
Journal & 2 Black Pens
Bottle of Draino [3/4 full]
Aluminum Foil Roll [1/3 full]

Food & Water
Skittles [1]
Kitkat [2]
Can Ravioli [2]
16oz Water Bottle [2 full]

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[JJ]

[fieldbox="Dean | Jackson Mississippi | 1 October 2026 - Dusk, lightgreen, solid"]

Having taken cover at a doorway just on the other side of where Dex engaged the enemy, Dean held his pistol aloft, ready to lean out the door and fire if it became necessary. He kept his ears peeled, heart picking up a pace at the sound of a rifle being loaded. Aw shit, it's about to go down. He tensed, steadied his breathing, and then... nothing. Otto moved past the door, and Dean peeked out, watching and then listening to the older man's peace offer.

Dean rolled his eyes, lowering his gun. It was clear that the other didn't want a firefight, or they'd have shot Riley while they had the jump on her. Wasn't going to be any action here today, folks.

And then...

"You two want to explain what you are doing?"

Dean heard nothing after that... that voice. His eyes widened, and he dared to lean out again, desperate for a glimpse of who'd spoken. ...And there she was.

Oh, fuck.

Pressing himself against the wall, Dean chewed on his bottom lip, eyes racing back and forth in a desperate attempt to rationalize... to come up with something...

"Hey, you ok?"

Riley's voice made him nearly jump out of his skin, and Dean cursed under his breath, shoving his pistol into the holster. "Yeah, I'm fine." Yeah he was fine, but he was staying exactly where he was until they figured this shit out.

INVENTORY (DEAN)
-------------------------
Wearing
Black cargo pants, black t-shirt
Black combat boots & lightweight Kevlar vest
Black Camelbak

On Person
Colt Combat Commander (0/9) [holding]
Small Machete w/Sheath [on left hip]
Foldable Pocket Knife [in pocket]
Small Lockpicking Kit [in pocket]

Backpack
9mm Rounds [1x box of 21]
9mm Rounds [5x boxes of 50]
9mm Mags [1x mags of 9, 2x empty]
Picture of Last Class from D.C.
Small First-Aid Kit
Police Utility Belt [handcuffs, radio, pepper spray, taser, maglight, baton]
Personal Hygiene Kit [includes battery operated clippers]
Change of Clothing [jeans, black t-shirt, socks, boxers]
Water Purifying Straw
Mess Kit w/Utensils
Weapons Cleaning Kit
Black Pullover Hoodie

Food & Water
1x full 1lb bags of jerky, 1x 1/2 full 1lb bag of jerky,
1x box of 19 granola bars
3x 20oz bottled water, 60oz canteen [full]
85oz black Camelbak, full

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[KatSea]

Evangeline

There were more of them? Agitation overtook her fear. Alright...she had enough. Her face was set, as if concrete had overtaken her demeanor and transformed her into a lifeless statue. She would kill to keep Winslow and herself safe. She didn't care if she was outnumbered. Let the bullets fly. No one touched her or Winslow, never again. "Ev?" She heard a soft voice pipe up behind her and her heart jumped into her throat. Winslow sounded like a child, the same voice he had used when she found him. Crying, dirty, weak. A mere child. It broke her heart, knowing that someone could very well shoot at him now and kill him. Seventeen years on Earth, a fucking waste.

"Hush, love." She mumbled, eyes flickering to the man approaching her, arms at his sides. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. He looked certainly worse for wear, but she didn't say that out loud. "Behind me, dove." She whispered, gentle and sweet to Winslow as he moved slightly from his spot "No need." Winslow glanced down at his friend, hands so white from gripping his gun that Evangeline was worried whether or not he was getting any blood flow. "Breathe."

"You're right, we can be civil but...neither your group or this one has any reason to trust each other so I doubt either of us are going be lowering guns right this second but none of us want a firefight, not here, not when the infected could be anywhere near us. Let's build a little trust first so we can all lower our weapons alright, my name is Otto White, what's your name?" A voice finally emitted from that man, threatening to break the stone countenance that Evangeline put into place. She didn't dare lower her rifle, for fear that if she did, they would shoot her. They would shoot her, and Winslow and Bea wouldn't stand a chance. She swallowed hesitantly, nausea again building up against her tongue

"Ev...Evangeline. Moore. Been here...for a little bit. P-please...these are just kids. W-winslow..." Her head briefly turned towards him, his height staggering over her, yet, in that moment, she could feel just how small he was. How small she perceived him. Her eyes flickered back cautiously as she bit her lip, the taste of iron present against her tongue. "We don't want blood. If you need anything from the hospital, go ahead. There are rags and a few aid kits lying around. But I beg of you, do not hurt us." Her eyes hardened once again, a fire igniting within her chest. The emotion raging within her was foreign, but not new. "If you do not conform peacefully, I will be forced to protect them, you hear me?" Blurriness drowned her vision briefly. Back to focus...back to focus...Oh...I can just feel the bullet piercing through my stomach. I can just feel the scorch of death entering into my skull...No. I will stay alive now. I did not come this far to be taken down by humans.

 

[Himilo]

Aveline
Location: iono (ask the other guy)​

"Ugh," Aveline groans at Dex. She's been in a group before but they never worked as group. She expected to work together but she, honestly, didn't hoped she didn't have do it on a regular. Something she'll just have to get use to... Letting out a huff in the moment as everyone ranup, she finally moved along with them, seeing Dean with his gun drawn, Riley and Dex attention on someone… she instinctively pulls out her pistol only for it to lower somewhat as Otto tried to convince peace to everyone. She didn't want anyone dead, let alone shoot, unless she had to but the act made her eyes roll and have a look of being exhausted.

"Getting supplies…" Aveline calls to the voice that demanded an explanation as well letting out a low unheard insult. The more they lingered, the more impatient she was becoming.


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ON PERSON:

- Sneakers
- White t-shirt
- Blue jeans
- Ankle socks
- Black Jacket
- Baseball Bat (main weapon)
- Silver lighter (in back pocket)


IN PACK:

- Corey's stuffed animal
- Picture of Aveline and Corey
- 2x Bottle water
- Small pistol
- 9x pistol rounds
- Baby wipes (doesn't actually smell like babies)
- Bagged and labeled meeicine: Ibuprofen (6x), Benadryl (8x), Tylenol (4x)
- Ripped Gauze
- Bagged band-Aids (10x)​

uh huh….okay

 

[JJ]

[fieldbox="Dean | Jackson Mississippi | 1 October 2026 - Dusk, lightgreen, solid"]

Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

This was not going to plan. Not at all. How in the world was it possible that after all these weeks, in the middle of the fucking apocalypse, they ran into each other again. Seriously, is there a god up there that enjoys making my life a living fucking hell? Is this some sort of a joke to you?!

Banging his head back against the wall under Riley's concerned gaze, he tossed her a grin that he hoped was convincing, and then stepped into the hallway. Time to make it or break it. "Now now," he said. "I don't think there's any need for all this hostility." Moving to stand in between Otto and Evangeline, he held up a hand, blocking the woman's view and any potential shot with the rifle. "We're all friends here, right?" He flashed a super charming smile at Evangeline. "Eva. Winslow. I'm so glad to see you're both safe."

INVENTORY (DEAN)
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Wearing
Black cargo pants, black t-shirt
Black combat boots & lightweight Kevlar vest
Black Camelbak

On Person
Colt Combat Commander (0/9) [holding]
Small Machete w/Sheath [on left hip]
Foldable Pocket Knife [in pocket]
Small Lockpicking Kit [in pocket]

Backpack
9mm Rounds [1x box of 21]
9mm Rounds [5x boxes of 50]
9mm Mags [1x mags of 9, 2x empty]
Picture of Last Class from D.C.
Small First-Aid Kit
Police Utility Belt [handcuffs, radio, pepper spray, taser, maglight, baton]
Personal Hygiene Kit [includes battery operated clippers]
Change of Clothing [jeans, black t-shirt, socks, boxers]
Water Purifying Straw
Mess Kit w/Utensils
Weapons Cleaning Kit
Black Pullover Hoodie

Food & Water
1x full 1lb bags of jerky, 1x 1/2 full 1lb bag of jerky,
1x box of 19 granola bars
3x 20oz bottled water, 60oz canteen [full]
85oz black Camelbak, full

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[Hexatech]

Cecilio & Ringo

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Location: Somewhere in Jackson
Interactions: Garage Gang
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It hadn't been Cecilio's intention to ignore Carter like he had though he was so focused on trying to help Ryan though he eventually faced the reality that he had done all he possibly could for Ryan. There wasn't a magical book or pill that wasn't going to save him and it was just the reality of the situation. Ryan was going to die and for once Cecilio felt like it was completely his fault, like he had failed at his duty and groups expectations. He shook his head and sighed as he pushed the thought from his mind remembering what Dex had told him earlier. He'd done all he could and now it was up to Ryan. He at least hoped the man would go without to much suffering though his deep thought was interrupted by Carter's shouting.

He looked to Ryan again before he stood clutching his rifle. "I'll be back Ryan." He informed the man before heading to the sound of Carter's voice. He soon heard Evie as well and the word Helicopter and the familiar sound of droning rotors growing louder and louder. His heart skipped a beat as he quickly realized that it was right near them. If anything this meant Ryan still had a shot at living especially if it was a military choppern then they were all home free! Cecilio came up behind Evie and Carter "Burn something. They'll either see the smoke or the flames" he suggested not sure if it was adequate. He knew how they signalled didnt really matter so long as the pilot could see it then they were set. "W-what kind of helicopter is it? Military?" He questioned partly hoping it was.

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Inventory
1x Colt Le901-16s w/ bayonet (15 rounds)
1x 4-14x scope
3x Rifle Magazines (4 loaded)
1x Large canteen ( 4/4 Full)
1x S&W 929 (loaded)
8x 9mm bullets
1x Lighter
1x Trauma kit
1x 7 string acoustic guitar
1x P226 Pistol (9mm) (on Loan to Cartrt)
2x Pistol Magazines (2 loaded) (loaned to Carter)
1x Pump Shotgun (loaded) (loaned to Dex)
12x 12G buckshot (Loaned to Dex)
1x Weapon cleaning / repair kit
Various weapon accessories
1x Riot Gear suit
1x Marlin 336
3x 20 round boxes of 30-30​

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[Mobley Eats]

[fieldbox="Carter Yamanashi | Mechanic's Shop Rooftop | Dusk, purple, solid"]

Interactions: Garage Gang


Carter held in a sigh. He was glad that Cecilio said something about signalling it, but who knew for sure if smoke alone would work? Whether they decided to do that or not, there could be even more ways to flag it down. "Military or whatever, it could help out your friend over there, honty," Carter said. He took in the helicopter a heartbeat of a second later, the dusky skyline behind it reducing it to an ominous silhouette of what everyone hoped to their saving grace...

Wait.

Dusk. Darkness. Lights.

They could alert the helicopter with lights, couldn't they? Carter raced over to the tools bench again and frantically searched for an industrial light. Surely, a mechanic would have one of those. As he tossed everything aside, he yelled hastily over his shoulder, "We needs lights! Somebody can hop in the truck and drive around with the beams on along with all that smoke going--fuck yes!" he devolved into a quick cheer as he finally stumbled upon an industrial flashlight. It was bulky and only sported a little bit of dust--here's to hoping it still had juice left.

Carter didn't even wait to see who would take the truck or if they would listen to him. If his memory served him right, there wasn't anything in the room upstairs that interested him. However, now there was. A ladder, more specifically, a fire escape near the window. He raced upstairs into the room, sweat rolling down the back of his neck. Laaaawd all this sweating ain't cute, he thought in mild annoyance as he climbed out the window and up the ladder. His foot almost slipped but he righted himself and scaled the rest of the way up.

He made sure not to look down.

"I fucking hate everything. I hate everything. Lawd, all this dust and dirt on my favorite shirt. I still haven't got the blood off my seaman," he grumbled under his breath while crawling onto the roof. He squinted at the darkening sky. The sound of a racing turbine was close, which twisted his gut in anxiety. God--here's to hoping someone was out driving or set something on fire by now. If this didn't work, Ryan was a fucking goner. But if it did, the man had a chance and maybe--just maybe--he could use that later to his advantage. Carter internally sighed in relief as the flashlight cut on, slicing the air with a strong beam of light. He waved it around in the helicopter's line of sight.

At least, he assumed it was in their line of sight...

Fuck it--it should be enough.

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Inventory
On person
P226 Sig Sauer (7/10 loaded)
AR-15 (21x 5.56 rounds, 1 mags)
Sylvie's Machete
1x Jug of Benzene Oil
Handful of Industrial Wipes
Strip of dirty cloth/fabric
Industrial Flashlight

Personality/Internal-wise
Fabulousness
Bittersweet memories
Growing fondness for Evie & Hero
(Sorta kinda) Beef with Dean

Outfit

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[KatSea]

Evangeline

"I don't think there's any need for all this hostility." A familiar voice greeted Evangeline, sending warmth from her stomach to her chest. It caused tremors to trickle down her skin. She couldn't tell if it was anger or relief nipping at her head. Her demeanor remained cool as she saw him approach her little pack, eyes scanning him up and down to make sure she wasn't hallucinating the man who abandoned them. The second one. Her teeth gritted together at his use of nickname, shoulders and fingers tensing. She lowered her rifle slowly, glancing back to Winslow to make sure that he still had his guard up and ready. "Good to see you aren't dead, D." Two options presented before her.

Option A, show relief and her grief of having lost someone she thought she truly cared for.

Option B. Smack him for leaving her and Winslow alone to fend for themselves.

"B...B..." She grumbled to herself under her breath before she took a quick inhale, lips trembling as she tried to smile "Heh. You've got quite a lot of explaining for leaving us behind like that. Rather rude, wouldn't you say?" She raised the rifle up slightly, but not to her original position "Really rude, actually. In fact, I'd say it was down right cruel." She glanced at the people around her still, heart throbbing painfully in his burning chest. Her throat remained smoldering, the ashes of bile caking along her tissue.

"Ev..." She heard a soft voice behind her, and with a gentle sigh she lowered her weapon once more, holding up a hand peacefully.

"But it's good to see you alive. That is if you remain that..."

"Ev." A little more urgent this time. She let her eyes roll back briefly in annoyance. She then smiled tightly, waving her free hand dismissively

"Glad to see you are safe as well, Dean."

 

[VengefulPeanut]

Location: Garage
Interactions: Carter
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Evie didn't give any others a chance to volunteer. As soon as Carter mentioned the truck, a resounding 'on it' burst from her lips as she darted first to open the garage door and then for the driver's seat. Slamming the door shut, she looked around the interior, frantically trying to position her seat while simultaneously turning on the engine. She had never driven an automatic before but she hoped that 'D' stood for drive. Slamming the gear stick into position, she hit the accelerator with reckless abandoned, the tires screeching as the car was ripped from its rest. Turning on her full beams, she drove as fast as she could - flickering between full beam and normal - doing her best to stay aside from heavy foliage or built up areas.

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On Person (Evie):
- Hunting Knife
- Bow (12 arrows)​

Backpack/Room (Evie):
Items (3):
- Change of Outfit​

Water (0):

Food (0):​

Outfit:​

[spoili]

[/spoili]​

 

[Dakota K5]

Otto Williams

Interaction: Dean, Dex and Evangeline
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Before Otto could offer any sort or response to the woman Dean stepped forward and spoke, seemingly knowing the older woman and the younger man and going so far to even call them by name. He looked on at there exchange for a moment as the woman, Eva Dean called her and Dean himself had a moment but time wasn't on there side so Otto interrupted stepping beside Dean. "Well clearly you two have a history so at least that's some common ground." He said towards Eva and her group. "We're looking medical supplies like she said." He explained while inclining his head towards Ave. "One of our fellows is in a rather bad way and our resident medic needs supplies to try and help, if you don't trust my word then I assume you can trust Dean's." He turned his body to Dex. "I think we're good now, we can lower the guns now." Otto spoke back to Dex with a thumbs up.
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1x AR15
1x 1911A1
7x 7 round 1911 magazines
5x 30 round STANAG mags (26 rounds depleted in total)
1x tanto style combat knife
On Chest Rig:
6x 30 round STANAG magazines​