The End is Near: Zombie Apocalypse

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Sergei followed Anastasias orders and made for the RV. He climbed on top and covered the others. He was probably the best shot here, and the least likely to accidentally take someones head off. Sergei put his foot beneath the cargo rail so that he wouldn't fall off if whomever was driving gunned it. This was a shitty start to the day. Of course this was the norm nowadays but it still sucked.

Everyone seemed to be right where they should be. Packing up, moving where Anastasia told them. No one was in immediate danger but he kept his rifle up and ready. He grew angrier by the minute. It was just such bullshit, what this world had become. He put a bullet in the head of a zombie shambling towards the truck. He worked the bolt and took out a few more. He was too mad to care about conserving ammo. The sound of Marcus arriving was a welcome noise amongst the growling. He looked at him as he drove up next to the RV. Marcus was a definitely a leader. Sergei was certain of that. The man was admirable. He awaited any orders the man might have.
 
Thankfully, she had already been on the move towards the others when she heard the shots. It startled her a bit and she almost dropped her shoulder bag. Looking around she saw several dozen of the undead shambling from the cover of the trees into the field they'd been staying in. She watched as the slightly younger girl and pregnant woman headed into the RV, followed by a few of the others. She knew she needed to get to the truck even before she heard the shouts at her.

Sighing she broke into a run and headed for the pick up truck that was Marcus'. It looked like he was out of camp at the moment but she heard the tell-tale signs of a motorcycle headed their way. Hopping into the cab, she slid into the driver's seat. She didn't mind being in the truck, as the majority of the camp was in the RV. It was quieter that way. She knew if she was in the RV, she'd simply have to sit and endure awkward small talk and discreet stares.

She was thankful she was the first to the truck. She liked driving. Setting her stuff behind her seat, she shut the door and started up the engine. It roared to life. She scanned the field to see if anyone else was headed her way. The girl had said they would head towards Dillion. She tapped her fingernails against the wheel. She knew the undead were on the other side of the RV but if they didn't hurry, they could come out on her side any minute.​
 
Noticing Anastasia fidgeting on the seat, Adrienne couldn't help but be concerned about the injured leg that she had. Frowning, she went ahead and moved next to her as Adrienne's motherly instincts kicked in, which also did not help because she was pregnant. Perhaps mothering, hopefully not babying Anastasia could help before she becomes an actual mother herself. "Hey, hey, take it easy, you don't want to put too much strain on your leg." She said, expressing her concern. However, as she did so, Adrienne felt a sharp pain in her belly and let out a sigh of pain as she grabbed onto her belly as well as Anastasia's shoulder.
 
From the yell from Anastasia, he gave his own silent agreeing nod and ran off the RV with a leap, just hopping off as Sergei was getting on. He quickly hopped into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut. He gave a greeting nod as he rolled down the windows just enough to peek his pistol out of it. "We sure got in the middle of the shit hitting the fan this time, huh?" He laughed a bit, though clearly it was more of a worried laugh than anything, just trying to find a way to cope with the situation. He was worried what would happen if they didn't make it to Dillion, or the RV was lost on the way. There wouldn't be that many people in this truck, and he didn't want to lose more people as much as this apocalypse was pretty much what he was wishing for, and it took it all away from him. He broke concentration for a moment as he thought back to every last crush he had, friend he had, and member of family he had, all dead, or atleast missing. He knew he wouldn't find them. Just zombies, walkers, zeds, everywhere. Thats all he could think about now. He actually wondered if he could remember the face of anyone from before this. He would mix the faces with the countless of zombies he'd seen. He rubbed at his mask as if to rub his face, and cleared himself of those thoughts, something he really didn't need right now. "fuck, we need to get out of here..." For apparently more reasons than one. He wasn't going to be much use right now at this rate.
 
Sergei looked over and noticed no one was in the driving seat of the RV. He quickly swung himself through the open window and into the seat. "Sorry, my bad." He threw his rifle onto the dash, keyed the ignition and gunned it. The tires spun and they took off faster than the truck. Sergei had to swerve sideways to avoid a rear end collision. As he did they rolled over a corpse. The bumping and slight swaying caused any loose items to roll around, or fall. He slowed down after his fast take off to make sure the truck was following. He muttered to himself. "Leave no man behind."
 
The young woman had seen the male below her, the leader of theirs pulling up beside the RV to give her a wink and a wave, speaking his approval of her choices. It was a wonderful feeling, though her smile was tainted by the pain she felt in her leg when she moved slightly to talk to Marcus. Just as her lips parted to speak she felt the RV jolt forward with Sergei in the front seat and the mechanic nodded before speeding off ahead of the others. She would worry about the male for a while though as she turned back to the pregnant woman coming to sit next to her, worry in the older females eyes as she spoke to her about straining her legs. Anastasia disliked being pitied more than anything, though she bit down on her tongue since she knew that Adrienne was only worried about her well being. With a sigh she held onto the edge of the table, her gaze moving to the woman next to her as she used her free hand to adjust her leg beneath the table. When they got away from the horde, and hopefully either the University or the Hospital, she would be able to stop and check on the leg though she had to navigate now. "Adrienne; I'll be fine. I have more important things to do than worry about my leg." She said, regardless of how tightly she was gripping the edge of the table. With white knuckles she looked at the woman again, hearing her gasp though she knew there was nothing she could do about it until they arrived in Dillon. "Go rest Adrienne; we don't want you going into premature labor from the stress."

Anastasia encouraged the female to go before looking over toward the other in the bus, one of the two who she would trust without hesitation; Alphonse, the history professor. "Do you mind grabbing me a pair of leggings from my shelf?" She looked down at where her leg was bruising still, swelling beyond it's usual size and the soft alabaster had begun to turn various shades of purple and black. "And any maps of Montana that we have. I need to memorize the area before we get to Dillon." The young woman was always serious about things and rarely showed much of her own personal feelings to anyone but Alphonse and Marcus, though Sergei was slowly sneaking his way in and she freely smiled with him. On the other hand, she would never show the Russian man her pain, whereas Alphonse was oft the one who she would ask for help when it came to fetching things for her when she couldn't do it herself. They were the brains of the operation, though Anastasia was fully aware that they could do without her; Alphonse was a man of knowledge and would happily learn what they needed to know. "We need to get to the University; I don't know enough about child birth right now to help Adrienne and she's getting close." Her brows furrowed, whether in pain or in thought it was hard to tell, though when she looked up at the history professor she was clearly worried about the well being of both the woman and the child that was soon to come. Not to mention that Marcus was out alone when he was usually in here with her.
 
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During the ride to Dillon, Adrienne decided that it was best to rest for a little bit, as Anastasia suggested. While she did feel useless half the time, Adrienne was carrying something more important than just weapons, food or water...But another life. She ended up laying down in the where the bed was. Sleeping on the floor was not really an option for the woman with child. Halfway into the Car Ride, she ended up falling asleep. The only things that would probably wake her up were crashes, gunshots or hitting a speed bump. In her sleep, she caressed her belly because she felt the baby kicking.
 
The truck now had three occupants and it appeared Marcus was now back. When the RV jolted off, Soren put the pickup into drive and followed after it. This life wasn't ideal. Always running like this. But it was definitely better than being ripped apart by one of your friends or family members once they turned. Turning onto the road, Soren turned up the volume on the ancient cassette player in the dashboard of the vehicle. Someone had managed to snag a box of cassettes from one of the towns they'd passed and it was wonderful to not have to sit in silence. The particular one Soren chose was Bach. As the sweet sound of strings and piano floated from the speakers, she felt her shoulders relax. The fingers of her left hand twitched as she imagined fingering the notes on her own violin. Though her body relaxed, her eyes and mind remained sharp, keeping an eye out for movement around them. It was easy to be ambushed on the road by other people. Plus there was the undead to worry about.
 
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