Modern Zombie Apocalypse

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The smell of steaming tea was carried into the living room as Nicholas emerged from the kitchen, a tray of the hot liquid in his hands. At the gesture of his hand, Vera gratefully took the white and red cup into her own hands, holding it beneath her nose to try and guess the type. Peppermint, perhaps, she thought, blowing on its surface to release another waft of white steam. She took a sip and smiled. Peppermint indeed.

She watched over the rim of her tea cup as Nicholas left the living room to reappear some moments later, an outfit in hand that he left on the couch before leaving and coming back, this time holding some undergarments. It was a good thing that the cup was covering a majority of her lower face and the heat from the drink could be easily blamed for the pink coloring that rose to her cheeks as she accepted the offered stack of clothing. Her eyes remained dutifully looking at her drink when he smiled, the blush deepening some. "Please," she answered quickly to his offer, a small bob of her head acting as a nod, while keeping her gaze downwards. Abruptly, Vera stood, clutching the clothes to her chest and setting her half finished cup of tea down on a lime green saucer. "Excuse me," she mumbled, head low as she maneuvered herself around the man and went to the hallway, opening the second door that must be to the bathroom and barricading herself inside, shutting the door softly behind her.
 
Nicholas returned to the kitchen and started the beans on the wood stove. Just as he was about grab the used tea tray from the living room, the he heard the door open. As soon as he did, he ran to the entryway. Standing there by the two piles of gear was Avery... Her long dark hair was tied up with bailing twine and her jacket had blood on the left breast pocket. She looked mildly rough, but Nicholas had seen worse so he wasn't too surprised. What was surprising was the look on her face.. Normally she would be happy to see him, but she just stood there stairing at the second pile of gear... the gear that didn't belong. She finally looked up at him and dropped her bow on the floor along with a small bag that clunked a metallic sound. She kicked off her untied boots and pushed passed Nicholas to go clean up. "No.... Avery, wait..." Nicholas said knowing that when she saw the bathroom door closed and the water running what would happen. He didn't stop her in time though because like a rubber band, she shot right back through the hallway. She pushed Nicholas out of the way and picked up her bow. As she was putting her boots back on, she looked up and extended her middle finger to him. There was no pleading with her.... she wasn't going to stay... And before Nicholas could get a single sign off, she was slamming the door.

She would come back, he wasn't sure when, but she had done this before. Never because of another female in the house, but she had left because of his insensitivity. Nicholas thought it was odd that through all the death around them, that she still cared about things like jealousy... Even though she hadn't even seen who the other person was, it was too much for her. They had always swore it would be only them. She wasn't about to give him a chance to explain until she cooled off. He knew that she would accept it, but just needed time....

Nicholas went back to the couch and waited for Vera to finish in the bathroom. He figured she heard the slamming, hell, even the walkers would have heard her.
 
Vera had been through and seen many fights since he was a young child, ranging from the late night, heated whispers of harsh disagreement on a matter, to the smashing of plates on the floor and screams of bloody murder from an enraged aunt or second cousin as they would fight with their spouse over even the most trivial of topics. Back then, it had usually been about food, money or the state of their marriage and how having gotten together was the worst idea of their lives. Very commonly ending with the females demanding for a divorce from their passes husband. Ludacrisy. Now was no different, aside from being amongst strangers and presumably about her.

The familiar cramps of anxiety clutched her stomach muscles tight, fearful of turning off the water on the off chance that the newest person to enter would hear her breathing or hammer their fist on the door. Infuriated men were easy to take care of; beat them, or cry. Infuriated women were, ironically, terrifying, seeing as her own temper had a knack for flaring up at times. The general unpredictability of their actions and lack of shyness when enraged... She couldn't hear anybody out there however, aside from the occasional plea from Nicholas to the girl he had mentioned earlier was named Avery. Her lack of speaking reminded Vera painfully of her only sister in law. Suddenly, a loud boom that shook and rattled the very foundation of the small building was heard, leaving her clutching the bathroom sink to keep herself from ducking down defensively at the furiousity that the sound implied. She waited an extra ten minutes to be sure that nothing else would be slammed, and only being met with silence, she slowly open the bathroom door.

The hallway was empty, she noted, only her head peeping out from the crack but, seeing nothing else, she opened it a little wider until there was enough room for her entire body to slip through. Although her breathing was slow and regular, it was in sharp contrast to the rapid beating of her heart as she closed the bathroom door behind her, standing awkwardly in the hallway. She hadn't dared to put on the girl's clothes now and was still holding them in the neat pile that Nicholas had offered them to her in, her own dress now partially wet near her niece from where she had dried off her face, the only part of herself that she had decided to wash aside from her arms and legs. At first, she had planned I'm using the dirty outfit to drive herself with, but after hearing the girl, she decided that it would be best to stick to wearing what she had for now. Feeling eyes on her back she turned around to see the young man sitting on the couch, watching her timid exit from the bathroom.

She straightened under his gaze and stiffly approached him, offering the stack of clothes for him to take. " Here. I think she would rather have me dead then wearing her clothes..." she mumbled, quite serious in the statement. " I should probably leave, to. Get out of her house." She flinched slightly as she quoted the words her own mother had used against her, a helpful lock of sandy hair choosing that precise moment to come loose from her ponytail, shielding a good portion of her face from the boy.
 
Terrance
Age: 18
Body: Medium build
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black with medium beard
Height: 6'2
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Terrance awoke from an uncomfortable nights sleep in a cupboard he cautiously opens the door and suddenly a zombie jumps him. Terrance Brings the barrel of his shot gun up to its face and pull the trigger Spraying its brains across the nearby wall, the Zombie falls to the floor with a thump and Terrance exits the upstairs bedroom of the hotel he was hiding in and heads down the corridor he finds the window in one room broken and about 6 zombies in there. "shit" curses Terrance as he runs down the fire exit to escape out of the building the zombies had smelt him the knew he was there and he had a problem of being low on shot gun ammo he was down to the last box and the shells in his pump action shot gun.
 
Nicholas knew his guest would want to leave, and he would freely let her. He wasn't, however, about to just let her walk out though.

He took the clothes from her and laid them on the couch. "You don't need to go..." he said simply. When it came to bad situations, he was one of few words. Often while in the field he would talk very little. Saying only important things in as few words as possible. "She would do this if i had so much as brought home a cat." When he heard this come out of his mouth he instantly wished he had said it in a different way. But it was out there. He hoped she took it the way he had meant it. Avery didn't adapt to change very well... Not well at all. Having someone or something in the house that wasn't usual made her antsy. She best dealt with it by leaving... Leaving to hunt... Her hunt was for the undead.

Avery was often reckless when she was enraged. The trouble with her leaving was that Nicholas had no idea what would happen to her. If Vera agreed to stay Nicholas would have to ask her to go out looking for Avery with him...
 
At his words, Vera's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, brows furrowing some as well as she felt an anger of her own start to simmer beneath the surface at what she took as an insult. "So, I'm worse than a cat?" she snapped in a tone of disbelief, feeling heat begin to rise to her face. A cat wasn't a horrible thing to be called, but saying it as if cats were a lesser burden than her, then it made to show that she was worse, being that she was a human and needed more to live off of. She folded her arms defensively over her chest and huffed in irritation at what had previously been a helpful fall of hair.
 
Renee (Renny) December
Age: 14
Body: Small and girlish
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black, long, and unkempt
Height: 4' 8"

Renny did her best not to cry as the group of infected stood idly around the old truck. So far none had noticed her but she had no real cover so it was only a matter of time. She was down on the floor below the passenger seat, trying to make herself as small as possible. Normally she was good at avoiding the infected all together, being small and very quiet helped that. This time would have been no different if not for those stupid boys taking her blanket. The truck was a fine spot to sleep as long as she was not openly visible to infected, but a couple young and dangerous looking boys had noticed her while passing by. They opened the door and ripped the blanket away from her, who knows what they would have done next but they spotted several infected and bolted. The jerk had dropped her blanket right outside the door, but he at least had the decency to slam it shut before he ran.
Renny had a small revolver but it only had three rounds and there were at least nine infected out there. She watched in horror as one began to turn toward the passenger side window, but just then a shot rang out from somewhere nearby and all the infected turned to follow the sound. She quickly searched the truck and found a snickers candy bar in the glove-box. She stuffed it in her small pack with a quiet squeal of delight and left the truck, anxious to find a place to hide and enjoy her candy. It was probably stale and hard as a rock, but stale chocolate was better than no chocolate.
 
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seeing a girl get out a truck in the distance Terrance shouted out Hey Get back in the car they might turn back and come your way" . he fired shots at the zombies blowing chunks out 5 zombies and ran out of ammo. there was no time to reload as the remaining zombies swarmed him so Terrance smashed one around the head with the but of the shot gun and drew out the old colt he had and put a shot 3 of the reaming 3 and just managed to kill the last one with the final bullet just as it was about to slash him in half and it slumped to the ground and Terance dived to one side to avoid the falling corps .
 
(Vera and Nicholas)

Vera's face turned to a bit of a discusted look and Nicholas felt bad for having caused it. "Vera.... I didnt mean it like that... All I mean is that its not just you.." hearing how silly it sounded, he kind of chuckled. He then walked back to the kitchen to grab the food. He put it in small tuperware containers and returned to the entryway where Vera still was.

"I have to go look for her. She gets rather wreckless when she is like this." he said. "Shes my sister... I cant just leave her out there."
 
She heard someone shouting at her but she kept running. There was a house up ahead with the windows boarded up, hopefully no one was there. She could hide from the infected and from whoever was shouting since they probably just wanted to steal her candy bar. "It's mine!" She shouted back as she ran into the front door, unfortunately it was locked and she bounced off the door and landed on her bottom. She sat there for a moment stunned... then she shook her head and holding her bruised behind she limped to the only window not completely boarded up and climbed through a space just big enough for her to fit through.

Inside the only light came from small spaces between the boards on the windows. Based on the amount of dust piled up, Renny guessed this place had been empty for some time. She limped to the nearest closet and looked inside. It was full of jackets and shoes, most were too big for her but there was one small fur coat that was only a little too big. She would grow into it if she lived that long. She put the coat on and stepped into the closet, closing the door behind her. She pulled out the snickers and ate it in just four bites, she would rather have taken her time to enjoy it but the guy that was shouting might be here soon and maybe if he saw that she already ate the candy he might leave her alone. She backed into a dark corner of the closet and tried to breath quietly so she could hear if anyone approached.
 
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His line about it not only being her, reminded Vera very much of one of those old, romantic dramas where the lead character would cry out, 'It's not you, it's me!', always making her smirk and agree with the guy admitting his being a jerk. That was probably not what Nicholas had meant it to sound like, but hearing him laugh afterwards did help to ease her temper some. She pondered on what to make of the situation as he went into the kitchen, debating on if she should really leave, or maybe if she talked with Avery, just maybe, they could work something out perhaps, maybe. It would be difficult though and possibly not worth the fight, considering that she was only a new acquaintance and the other girl was-

Her mind hit a brick wall. All anger was lost in the sudden collision and left only a look of confusion on her face, eyes blinking twice in quick succession. 'Sister...? Oh...' She tried not to look too sheepish or surprised but she had just naturally assume that... He hadn't said and... "Oh," she repeated again, this time aloud, eyes widened slightly. Realizing her own silence, she quickly nodded in understanding of his viewpoint and the urgency that was required in finding his sister. "I'm coming too, then. It is partially my fault for her leaving in the first place." Hurriedly, she spun away from him and went to the front door to adjust her scabbard over her back and throw on her pack in such a way that it would not hinder the accessibility of her sword. She would rather be thrown into a pit of one hundred angry Averys before she would tell Nicholas that she had thought the other young woman to be his girlfriend or worse, his fiance.
 
Terrance ran to the road where the girl had seem to dispensary in and called out "hey its ok im not going to hurt you. are your running low on food I have got some Ration packs spare if you want them". Terrance approached the building that the fresh foot prints in the dust lead to and holsters his pistol and removed the torch from its holder in his Belt and turned it on shining it in to the darkness of the inside of the building.
 
Renny pulled a few coats off the hangers and piled them on top of her in a corner. She could hear the man outside searching for her. She had to admit the offer of food was tempting, the candy bar was the first substantial thing she had eaten in three days. After two years on her own though, she had developed a serious distrust of other people, particularly men. She had to assume that he wanted to hurt her. She took the wrapper from the snickers and tossed it by the closet door, if he did open the door maybe he would see that she already ate it so he would not try to get her.

She pulled out her revolver and pointed it at the door. She had never killed a person that was not infected, and she was not sure that she could hurt a living person.
 
Nicholas didn't argue with Vera about her coming. He was actually glad that she was willing to help. He looked her in the eyes for a long moment and said "Thank you.."

He picked up his ruck sack, rifle, and sword, and put them on. Out of the entry way closet he pulled a duffle bag that was half full of food and medical supplies. He put this over his shoulder and proceeded to the door. He waited for Vera to exit the house before he locked the apartment door.

Down the stairs they went, out into the south side square again. The air smelt a bit damp still and the ground was wet. The ground being wet meant that the walkers would still be slow from the rain and moister. Once they were in the street, Nicholas looked both ways pondering Avery's choice of direction. He knew she would be outside the gates... Likely in the forest outside the south gate. There have been other times he'd found her there, so that's what he chose.

"There is a small wooded area outside the south gate. I'm sure you are familiar with Baldwin woods. That trail less 120 acre park? Well, Avery goes there when she is upset. I figure she won't be too far into the bush." said Nicholas as he began walking toward the south gate at the end of main. The gate was about ten foot high and was covered in barbwire. There was a doorway at the far left along with a guard shack. When they approached, the guard came out to check their I.D's. Nicholas took out his town I.D that had been given to him upon arrival a month ago. Nicholas looked back to see Avery do the same and the guard let them out of the gate without a word.

The world outside the gates....
 
The woods were as silent as ever, the occasional mating call from one bird to another, or the near silent buzzing of insects the only sounds. It was peaceful almost, like a world of old where y ou could forget your current troubles and let it all slip away, letting your mind simply wander. Vera could see why this place would appeal to Avery. She herself would leave the confines of the town and infected areas that were so over run that it made her feel ill just thinking about it, in order to allow herself to simply breathe. Something so simple as the pleasure of breathing was often forgotten of, but she took that small luxury now, allowing a cool, calming breath of air to make its way through her body to expand her lungs. Her eyes opened at the sound of a rustling in the bushes, calmly drawing her sword out of its sheath and waited, until a small, fluffy rabbit hopped into view. It sniffed the air, watching her and Nicholas for a moment in curiosity, before its ears twitched ever so slightly and it hopped away from something too slight for their human ears to pick up.

The simplicity of the forest had managed to calm her heart enough to the point that, unfortunately, it sped up at the slightest surprise of abnormalty. Aside from the hare, there seemed to be none in their immediate vicinity and for that she was thankful. She pushed on ahead with her blade at her side, the very tip no higher than half a foot above the ground. Eventually, a feeling of almost being safe -false security- began to creep up on her mind, relaxing her free arm to the point that she permitted it to swing by her side in assistance of her balance, having to remind herself to keep her left arm always at the ready and her legs poised to run at a second's notice.

It wasn't long before the duo came upon trees that carried bits and pieces of cloth in their branches, the ones low enough to snag on such items. She paused at these limbs, crouching down to inspect them further. "Look at this," she whispered, a small nudge of her head indicating the scraps of cloth. Most of them were worn and faded, more like rags then clothes, and had freshly dried blood encrusted on them. She stood, a look of confusion furrowing her brow further when she noticed flattened threads of strings attached to the larger trees. Pulling a clump out of the leaves from above her head, she held it in her fingers, puzzled. "It's hair." A repetitive sound of clicking, like someone cracking their fingers without end started up, soon followed by a distinct, second clicking. A third. A fourth. More. Above them. Vera looked up, meeting the sunken, bloodshot eyes of a woman who should have been very much dead. Her skin was peeling off in strips of grey flesh, leaving blood to ooze and scab over the cracks of her mostly bare body. She was pierced in several places, such as through her stomach and arms by a sharped branch that had acted as a stake, pinning her up in the trees. That's didn't stop her from moving what she could though, slack jaw salivating at the man and woman who happened to stop directly beneath her... and her companions. Amongst the branches of nearly every tree, there was at least one other undead human in similar conditions, unexplainably up a tree with a makeshift weapon jutting through various parts of their body.
 
hearing the sound of a gun being drawn Terrance said "k calm down all i have on me is my Colt and my torch and supplies my name is Private Terrance Oglethorpe im from the 6th Bravo Regiment of the army. we were sent out to try cull the infected but im the only one left of my squad"
 
Nicholas walked alongside Vera with his rifle drawn to the ready. He had made a silencer out of some old pillows and duct tape so that the walkers wouldn't notice it as much in the silent night. He knew it would only be good for about 50 rounds though.

When Vera looked up, he followed her eyes. Above them were the rotting corpses, Hung by make shift weapons. "Traps... Lets go" He said as he put his hand on her shoulder to push her onward. They continued through the brush to a clearing about as big as a small house. There was a foundation there from a house that must have been demolished long before the outbreak. Vera was about a step ahead of him. They were walking through the middle of the remnants of the house when Nicholas looked down. A glint had crossed his eye, a glint of moonlight shining off a piece of fishing line. Just a moment before Vera's shins hit the string, Nicholas tackled her to the ground still tripping the line. They hit the damp leaves with Nicholas smashing Vera. A huge bamboo square swung down over their heads. It had sharpened bamboo spikes sticking out on all sides covered in some kind of green paste. Nicholas remained pinning Vera to the ground until the death box swung to a stop.

Nicholas rolled off the girl onto his back and took a deep breath. His heart pounding fast and adrenaline pumped through his veins. Through the tree tops, he could see the full moon shining through a break in the slow moving clouds. In his head he thanked the moon for giving the string away. He rolled his head to look at Vera to see if she was alright.
 
hearing a commotion near by Terrance pushed a few ration packs through the window and ran of to wards the sound of the commotion and stopping of to grab a Spaz-12 shot gun from a dead corpse and was lucky enough to find and old Army truck loaded with ammo and took shotgun ammo from the truck spare rations and a uzi which he fitted in to his bag. apone reaching the area he saw a girl and a guy on the floor and some kind of Trap above them and he took out his torch and shined the light on them. "hey are you guys ok" Terance asked
 
One minute she had been observing the growing closeness of the ruins to a small building, then in the next everything became of swirling world of dark green and brown, something large and solid being forced upon her backside. Reflexes forced her left arm to jut out at the last second in order to stop it from impaling her, her other bracing for the impact of the wet ground. A caught her well enough, until the slippery sheen of dew and unrelenting weight forced down flat. Seeing as how the build wasn't clawing and biting at her neck, she relaxed, bearing with the uncomfortable position until Nicholas rolled off of her, at which point she also turned to her back and gazed up at the deadly contraption.

She outstretched her right arm and gently thumped the male's chest with your fist, a half amused smile on her face. She was quite sure that she had warned him of not to touch her without her permission or she would slap him a third time, but that was somewhat irrelevant to the fact that he had just saved her life. Gently slapping him, even playfully would appear to be more of a caress though, so she settled for a light-hearted punch of companionship. "Thanks..." she sighed quietly. Several heavy foot falls approached them and a voice called out, questioning their well-being, but she simply raised a hand at the figure, a sign that they were alive and well. He was probably just another guard Scout who patrolled the woods. Vera rolled her self a few more times to clear her body of the cube and stood, noticing her outfit now being entirely caked in mud, but not really in the mood to complain. It was already in need a washing and earthy scent would help to conceal her from keen noses. She went around to the other side and offered a hand to help Nicholas to his feet. "Let's keep looking."
 
walking up to the Group Terrance introduced him self "hi im Private Terrance Oglethorpe 6th Bravo Regiment".
 
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