The Evrensel Conflict -- Chapter 1.2: The Hardest Day is Now

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#1
In a large super-market within the city, a few possessed creatures were roaming around the isles. They were simply unconsciously moving in circles. No food for them to feast on, no sense of direction, they were aimless in a dark building. They could either sleep, or try feasting on each other, but their own flesh tasted terrible. Nothing better to do than just.... Wander. Though, they wouldn't be alone for long. Their sense of smell would catch a whiff of something sweet. Untainted humans. Their souls still in tact, untouched by the devil's reign over the city. Some of the possessed creatures raised their heads high to find where the smell was coming from; the back of the building it seemed. Quickly, they stood up or began to walk, speeding up as they got closer to whatever it was they could smell.

If they could still produce saliva, there would be a trail of it all over the floor, as hungry beasts wished to feast on their new dinner. Problem was, when they reached the back of the building, right were all the guns were located, several people were now aiming weapons right at them. Prophet would have a wonderful light-submachine gun in hand, while Arthur had a couple new revolvers to try out. Arthur fired first, taking aim at the three in front. Six rapid shots were fired, two for each possessed creature, and they all landed. One to the heart, another to the head. When all three fell, he gave Prophet the chance to go crazy on the remaining creatures, since he was the man in the metal-suit. "You know, I like these ones. Really smooth to cock the hammer back, barely any blow back once it's fired, hell it's easier to load than mine. Might keep these." He told Scully and Jacket, as the three of them were casually checking out the other guns the store had to offer. If you're wondering, yes, this is a Walmart. Luer and Fox were elsewhere, as while Arthur, Prophet, Jacket and Scully distracted the possessed people, those two would go scouting to find food and supplies they could bring with.

Arthur made it clear to Luer to look for canned foods, since they would be easier to take with. Though he mentioned to keep an eye on Fox, since Arthur wasn't too big a fan of the ninja. Had a crazed look in his eye.​
 
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#2
Scott McCall

Cold and alone as well as far from home. Today had not been Scott McCall's day in the slightest. He thought things had gotten better when he had woken up in the warehouse with so many people like the Gem lady, Natsu and the King Pin. But then he had decided to figure out the documents and he hadn't realized that the other had left him behind. Perhaps the others hadn't realized it either as the group had been so sparse and all over the place. Well, regardless of what had been the cause, he had been left all alone. Which didn't bode well for the true Alpha. Unlike other werewolves who got their power from killing and hurting other werewolves, his powers came from his friends and anyone he had made friends with. Of course, he also had to be careful to avoid the monsters in the air. There was one golden True Alpha rule.

To remain as a True Alpha, Scott was forbidden from killing any life...well, most of the time. There was the one exemption with Sebastian Valet, but he had never figured out WHY that was. He could harm others and get involved in fights, but he couldn't kill or he would lose his red eyes. Lose the powers that he had been given. So for that reason, he was caught and stealthily, trying his best to avoid the monsters. He was starting to get hungry though. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten, but he knew that it was before he had arrived here and he didn't remember how long he had been knocked out for. It may have been a day, a month, a year. The more and more he thought about it, the more and more he drew blanks. The last thing he remembered was leaving Beacon Hills and finding Alec, but past that, things were a blur. He remembered driving down a desert road on his motorcycle, but there were other things that he vaguely remembered that he couldn't remember if they were true or if he had imagined them. Saving a girl with his motorcycle and then ruining his motorcycle. Being knocked out. Were those real memories or just dreams that he had while he had been unconscious in the warehouse? Or were they real and things that happened to him. God, it had been a long time since he had seen his reflection in a mirror. He wondered if he would even recognize himself.

Well, he didn't find a mirror, but he did find a Walmart, which was something. He wondered into the Walmart to see what he could find. Some food would be good as he was starving and couldn't exactly kill anything, so a bag of chips or something like cake would have to do.

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#3
Gray Fox

After some debating within the group, which Frank had interjected his thoughts every so often. Which came in the form of him questioning each choice in regards to where they should make base at.

They had just settled on just roaming until they found someplace safe. Not the greatest choice in his opinion, but it was all any of them could do. As there wasn't a way to check and see if anywhere in this world was safe. Or at least for now. So, for the time being. He was going to have to suffer along with these other people for a little while longer.

Although the only annoyance came in the form of the fool known as Scully. The man pestered him with either questions, or jokes to try and build some sort of familiarity. He often met these with silence, or simple straight to the point words. Part of him couldn't judge the man, he seemed like the type to always try to make the best of any given situation. But that didn't mean the man didn't get on what could pass for Frank's nerves.

Which is why he was somewhat thankful to have been sent with the man known as Luer to scavenge for food than being part of the distraction group. Which in his opinion was a sound tactical decision as it would give time for two to get food and supplies for the group before departing on their journey. And it allowed Frank to have some relative peace and quiet, or what could be managed in a place like this. And when partnered up with Luer, whom seemed quiet. Which Frank was thankful for.

Thinking of the current task given to them brought Frank back to the present.

Thanks to the visor's enhanced vision, he could see slightly better in the dark, which was beneficial when stragglers that were this pitiable creatures tried to surprise him only to be met with the destructive swipe of the HF blade. Their demise was swift. As he sought no reason to waste time and effort to make flashy kills.

He managed to get a cart, now filled with some supplies like a few medical supplies such as bandages or anti-bacterial items and some food items that hadn't have been rotten, burned or unusable without additional equipment such as an oven. Not great, but it was something. For the sake of a successful mission, he hoped Luer was having better luck.

The mere appearance of him pushing a cart like he was just some average joe on errands would've sparked a small chuckle if he was younger and of coarse not stuck in a living hell.

And bout of giggles from her.

'No......I must not think about her...….Naomi.....' He thought to himself. The guilt one of the only things carrying over to his damaged mind. The guilt of having killed her parents, but not her as well. He only hoped that his old friend had kept to his word after his death.

Yet, no matter how he tried to bury this train of thinking under something, anything. It resurfaced and made him grind his teeth together in pain. When he suddenly felt it. Like he had been stabbed and he could feel again, but unlike that. The feeling burned like a raging fire and his nerves were kindling. He couldn't stop the pained gasp from escaping him. It felt like someone had turned on all of his nerves, which were realizing the state he was in. And were now relaying the hellish information to his brain.

Then his exoskeleton let out a few stray sparks, the pain forcing him to his knees. Bracing himself against the floor, against the pain which had went from a searing burning sensation, to a raging hellfire that encompassed his entire being. Letting out what could only be described as a howl of pain. Pain born from the experiments that damned doctor did him. Pain that he needed medicine for. Medicine he did not have, now or ever.

He couldn't even make any words, all he could make in terms of sound were his pained shouts. His already red vision turning even more red, from anger or from the pain, he did not know nor care.

The only relief he could think at first was to start headbutting the ground with the exoskeleton's helmet. The mere force cracking the floor's tiles, the action bringing some form of relief, but it wasn't enough. He had to do more. Something, anything to somehow transfer the pain away.

Within a blink of an eye, he had pulled his sword from its sheath and had begun to leap around the area, slashing at random. The walls, the aisles. Everything that was in range. Even the few possessed that had come to find and devour the source of the pained screams that they had, only to be turned into diced meat in but a few seconds. His movements a mere blur to those with no augmented vision.

Before long, the pain began to subside. Ebbing away from his ravaged nerves and back into the sweet embrace of the numbness he wouldn't normally covet. The lack of feeling was music to his mind.

What was he doing again?

He looked at his surroundings before remembering the task he was given. By some miracle, his spasm had missed Luer. However, for some not so lucky possessed. Some lacking arms, legs, heads or were split down the middle. Some were so cut up and mangled that they now resembled raw freshly made hamburger.

Looking at himself, he was slightly coated in gore. Parts of his exoskeleton painted in a shiny red liquid with bits of flesh clinging to him.

He said to Luer. Frank's voice slightly more raspier from the screaming. "I think it is best we hurry up and get what we can and back to the others."

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#4
"Urrragh!" Prophet yelled as he utilised the extra Strength from his Nanosuit to kick a block of debris towards a group of Possessed Civilians in order to knock them out. As much as they kept attacking him, he didn't want to kill them in the hopes that they could be saved from whatever was possessing them. After all, civilian casualties are a no-no. When he didn't have anything to kick at them, he'd utilise the Semi-Automatic mode of his SCAR and shoot at their legs to immobilise them but resulted in them crawling towards him in an attempt to attack him. "Damn it! They just keep coming! Hey Skully, Jacket, Arthur, how are you three faring?!"

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#5
Luer hardly was enjoying the current ongoings ever since he found himself in this place. He had no idea where he was, and this new place they holed up in was huge. How these creatures sought them out so quickly here he would not know, but Arthur was quick to the draw for a plan on what to do. Luer was thankful, this man is a leader that could at least get them to safety and with supplies too!

Despite this he was not expecting to be chosen as a gatherer over a backup for the fighters, but when he saw the weapons they were using and what they could do, he realized he might have been rather… unnecessary for the part. Perhaps gathering was better for him in this situation, and he really had no motive to question Arthur’s leadership right now since he has kept them alive so far.

He was merely wandering the store with Fox for a little while before they split up to find more supplies faster. Though there were some problems Luer had with this. While Fox was quiet in general -they really did not talk much in what time they searched together- he was off somehow. Arthur seemed to recognize it too since he warned the archer to keep an eye on him. The warning had already set Luer at unease and being around Fox initially did not compound it, until now.

Luer had little luck in finding anything to eat, mostly because none of this looked edible to him and the only canned thing he found was soup. Who thought canning food was a good idea? He ran into only few enemies as he was searching, which were not a lot and usually one at a time; these were easy enough to dispatch with an arrow to the head somehow. It was going as well as it could until someone screamed and then a lot of chaotic noise happened.

He was startled, and his first thought was Fox ran into a fight he could not handle. He had been about ready to find the man when he was found first. He gasped, backing up just barely in time to avoid whatever it was Fox had destroyed the place with. When the man turned his way Luer tensed and readied his bow, only to be met with a simple request to make this go faster. What? Luer was quite confused but now he was sure Fox was definitely… unstable. Great, he would get paired with the crazy one. He sighed heavily and nodded. “Right… I did not find much soup… I think.”
 

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#6
Jacket

Examining the guns in this part of the store, Jacket barely found anything that caught his eye. In-fact, the only thing he did grab was a small backpack and filled it with ammunition for his Mac-10 and pistol. The only two additional things he did find was a pump action shotgun. Sure it was clunky and big and would slow him down. He felt like he could maybe turn the firearm into a more compact version with a saw once he had the chance and tools to do so.

The other thing he found was a decent sized switchblade. It was a good idea to have something other than the claw hammer he had on him in terms of close quarters combat. Which wasn't to say he couldn't handle himself, as he made do with just his bare hands before, and in some situations. A pot filled with boiling water and then the pot itself.

But that was in the past and when he was storming Russian mobsters' hideouts and businesses. Now, he wasn't so sure if he could do that with these circumstances.

Speaking of the present, Jacket looked to his compatriots as two of them went about looking for firearms while the one known as Prophet was busy distracting the creatures from their other two members, Luer and that odd man calling himself Gray Fox were out gathering supplies such as food and anything else that'd help them.

Scully seemed to be doing what he was doing, filling his backpack with a few bullets, supplies to clean firearms and just whatever else the Dutchman felt was important. And Arthur seemed to be looking at the other firearms.

His attention was brought to Prophet as he attempted to just incapacitate the hostiles. An action that Jacket understood to a degree. Afterall, even he had a sense of morality. But Jacket understood one simple rule that has kept him alive through everything he's been through.

Kill or be killed.

Which is why when he aimed the shotgun at one of the creatures, he didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. The buckshot spraying gore into the air. Ejecting the spent shell. Seven left, he counted what remained in the shotgun.

Taking aim at another one, pulling the trigger and sending another to the ground. Although that one lived due to the range he was firing at. But now its arm was hanging on by a literal thread of flesh, the creature was writhing on the ground, either from the buckshot doing more damage than he thought, or from shock of what happened to its arm.

Six left.

Deciding to alternate between the shotgun and pistol, Jacket began to assist Prophet in mowing down the creatures, although he left the ones Prophet incapacitated alone. As he was sure the man would not take kindly to him suddenly cleaning up the leftovers. And he wanted to avoid getting on the bad side the man that kicked a block of debris like it was nothing more than a light soccer ball. Once the shotgun ran out, and since he didn't want to waste more shotgun shells than necessary, he started to use the pistol to shoot out the knees, then follow up with a clubbing via claw hammer. It was messy, but it needed to be done. And it saved ammo, so win-win....
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Scully

To say that Scully was giddy, was an understatement.

As he was now with people whom he considered to be buddies, even Gray Fox. Whom he considered a 'maybe' on the buddy list.

Even though the group had split up to do separate things in this store. Arthur and them would distract and grab weapons and such while Luer and Gray Fox grabbed snacks and such. So all around, a good time. All that was missing was some music, and while he would try to grab some stuff to listen to. He didn't want to leave the comfort of the group, a rule that Scully learned the hard way back during the first days of being part of the Killing Floor squad. As he was almost sliced in two by a enraged Scrake.

Maybe he would if he convinced the others to tag along. He almost could picture what songs the others would snag. Arthur he pegged to be a classics man. Jacket, he pictured something with synthy and such. For Prophet, he didn't know what tastes the man had. Hopefully something not country, even Scully, the man whom believed all music could be enjoyed. Even heavy metal to dubstep, but definitely not country. The genre leaving a foul taste in his mouth just thinking about it.

He was so briefly distracted that he forgot where he was, until the gunfire from Prophet and now Jacket brought him back to what he was doing. Trying to find more ammo and such. In regards to the Desert Eagles, he was having little to no luck. As the 50. Cal rounds were non-existent, which was to be expected in a place such as Wal-Mart. He did find a decent amount of ammo for his two other smaller caliber pistols. When he found ammo that he didn't need or want, he would slide to Arthur. Or set aside for Jacket and Prophet until they were done with the creatures.

Speaking of the creatures, when he saw Jacket and Prophet dealing with them. He tried to join in, but when he tried to aim. Something in him caused him to hesitate. He didn't know why, when he was able to gun down Zeds with no problem. Hell he even treated it sometimes as nothing more than a game. But that was the thing. Zeds were clones, made to murder humans. Whereas these creatures were once human. Maybe even their condition could be reversed. So that was why he couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger. Maybe his attitude would change, but right now. The thought sickened him.

Over the gunfire, he could hear a scream. One not born from the creatures, but from something else.

Turning to Arthur. He said. "Arty, do you think something went wrong?" If something was wrong, then he wouldn't hesitate making his way to the scream. But he didn't want to leave, unless Arthur said so. The man had a leader quality about him. An admirable quality. Almost like Constable Briar. Only less British and more cowboy.

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Gray Fox

The other man was giving Frank a look. A look born from mistrust after what had transpired. "I am fine...…But you said you found soup. At least it can be shared and held for a long time.....All I could find were a few medical supplies and some food items. Good enough for you and the others to survive...." He didn't need to feed as much as a regular person. Infact, he could maybe go more than four more days before needing to consume nutrients. But even food wouldn't matter if they didn't have water or something to hydrate themselves.

"We're going to need water to last longer than a few days. Have you seen any bottled water anywhere?" He rasped out. He began to walk off to the cart, to make sure that he didn't damage the supplies he found. Thankfully nothing was too beyond repair.

He was going to have to clean himself off, as when he walked. The exoskeleton made a squish sound when he moved. The blood and gore sticking to him. It didn't disgust, but from the look on Luer's face. It would be polite to do so.

Hopefully finding water would be easy, cause then all that'd be left is to find transport and find somewhere safe. Then they can focus on what to do after that...

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#7
Trigger

“That creature was enormous!” Trigger thought to himself after seeing dusk. It had resisted his bullets somehow, so it was dangerous. He turned around to try and see if it was chasing him into the city, but he didn’t see anything. He rounded the corner to find several stores in an area similar to an open mall. The area started with a Starbucks and then a McDonald's and so on until the Walmart at the end of the road. The area surrounding the Walmart was crowded with around 100 possessed souls. Trigger stared at the long road, ready to fire his weapon at any time. He hoped to find a working phone in the Walmart since they worked 24 hours and supposedly had generators. A few of the possessed went his direction, wanting to feast on his flesh. He took out his knife, not wanting to draw the other creatures’ attention. It was going to be a long day.

As Trigger sliced through the crowd he continually got nearer to the large store. He then got to the automatic doors and walked in, covered in a multitude of organs and gore. He heard gunshots as he walked in. People? Trigger thought the only people that would still be alive were the first ones he met. He walked into the nearest empty isle and headed for the back of the store. He then saw a large man in a suit of armor similar to the technology on his planet, but more primitive in Trigger’s opinion. The man and his friends mowed down multiple enemies. These guys seemed of use to Trigger so he let loose a shot into a possessed creature’s head. The shot went through its head and into three other’s. Trigger looked much cooler than he should of though, since a few of the creatures turned his direction. “So are you guys not from here too?” Trigger asked, not to anyone in particular.

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Dusk

Dusk shook his head, trying to get rid of the ringing noise. He wondered what the creature had wanted (Trigger), or if it even had thoughts. He looked back the ravenous one on the ground. Dusk decided to pick it up and bring it with. He named it Dave after the old lab coat he found on a skeleton. Dusk carried his newfound friend on his shoulder. Dave gnawed at Dusk’s hard skin, not even making a scratch. Dusk walked out the door to look at the burning skyscrapers once again, revealing his tall, eight foot, pitch black, body to the world.


Dusk looked around to see destruction from some type of tragedy. He was used to it. The trail the other creature left was obvious to Dusk, so he followed it. He peeked his head around the corner to see a crazy man with a butterfly knife cutting up creatures like Dave. Dusk silently snuck around the huge crowd into the Walmart at the end. Dusk was wondering what type of plants they had there.
He entered to see a large building full of clothes and different isle of items. He looked down to see a trail of blood and gore, presumably from Trigger. Dusk walked the opposite direction into a isle filled with even more gore and two people (Fox and Luer). He looked quite strange compared to them, with his friend, Dave, on his shoulder. He casually waved and looked at the cans in the isle. Dusk picked up the nearest can of beans and examined it, reading the label because he felt awkward. He tried avoiding eye contact, because that made the feeling worse. Dusk had no idea what to do in these types of situations.
 

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#8
Luer was definitely uneasy around Fox, not only because it seemed he had snapped and lost his mind for a moment, but now because he was covered in the remains of numerous possessed people. Luer knew he could not do much to help the possessed here, especially so as they attack and leave him with no choice but to defend himself, but they were still human. He did not like having to kill them. Much less so did he like seeing the remains of them all over the place, it was sickening and he certainly did not feel that well the longer they were here. Fox covered in it only compounded that nauseousness in the archer.

“Water… no, I have not.” He answered. Water is important, and they probably should try to find some. He would have just gotten it from a river though… that was usually where it came from if he ran out. But guessing from the looks of this place, a river will be difficult to find. With the suggestion, he went to put the soup he managed to find in the cart Fox had before turning to look for the mentioned… Bottled water? He tried to ignore how strange that sounded.

He paused though when someone new entered the aisle Fox nearly destroyed and just waved at them casually. He was not sure what to do with this one. But better to offer than leave another stranded. “If you are lost as well, stay close. We should be leaving and trying to find an answer to this asinine nightmare.” He stated to the new arrival (Dusk) before turning again to try finding something for them to drink.
 

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#9
"Oh, we're doin' great! Just great!" Arthur yelled back to Prophet, who was basically doing all the work now. They'd made him the Doom Marine for this situation, they could just ogle at guns while he killed all the possessed people. "You keep doin' your thing, we're almost done here...... What do you think of this?" He asked Jacket, showing him another revolver. This one being smaller than the last one he tried, but a lot more thicker, and used bigger bullets. When Scully asked his question, Arthur didn't hear the scream, but he certainly was weary of Fox. The ninja was distant, almost fearful of being around others, and while he had to admit, having less chatty members of the party was nice, (looking at you, Scully,) he preferred Luer's anti-social behavior over Grey's. At least Luer didn't seem ready to drive an arrow into their skull's while no one was watching.

"If something did, I hope either Luer won the fight, or Fox ran off after he was done with him." He casually remarked. Not to hold any ill-will to Luer, but they did just meet. And since killing was a profession of Arthur's, one man's death wasn't gonna ruin his day. The zombies were already making it worse for him. "C'mon, let's go see if they need help--" He started to speak to everyone, walking off into the direction of the Luer and Fox, but as he walked passed an isle in front of him, a possessed creature had managed to jump out at him. Must've been a loner who came around from behind while they weren't paying attention. "AH, GODDAMMIT!" Arthur shouted, trying his best to avoid the creature's teeth. It was just about to snap for his neck, when suddenly it's head had a rather large hole along it's side, with blood spraying lightly onto Arthur's face.

The creature fell to the ground, and Arthur looked to see Trigger a couple isles down from them. "Uh..... Yeah, we just kinda showed up." Didn't expect a kid to save him of all things. "..... You here alone?" The kid barely looked old enough to be on his own, much less hold a weapon.
 
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#10
"They just keep coming!" Prophet shouted back as he decided that at this point if they were going to relentlessly attack him, then he'd better find himself a better weapon to handle them with. Luckily he was next to a Weapons Store so he decided to bunker in there, grabbing one of these:

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A HMG Machine Gun. Pretty lucky that he managed to obtain one of these, the magazine on these and the clips around him made it a good place to bunker down. Mounting it on-top of the till while standing behind it, he proceeded to fire towards the front door which resulted in the group falling rapidly. "Now I'm actually standing a chance here!"
 

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#11
Trigger

He looked the man in his cowboy getup up and down. He seemed useful to Trigger. The small scruffy beard Arthur had was covered in blood at this point, giving Trigger the illusion that he was the one killing most of the zombies in the store. He adjusted the half-face gas mask on his face. “Yeah, I was with some people in a building that fell, but they seemed like they had it all together so I left” Trigger replied as a thought struck him. Another building might fall on the Walmart at any moment, and that was not a good enough risk for a phone to Trigger. “We have to go before more zombies get in” Trigger said, leaving out the falling building part as to not panic the cowboy. Trigger continued to shoot zombies to clear a way out later.
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Dusk

The two people in front of Dusk didn’t seem to mind his size and complexion it seemed. Dusk was surprised by their reaction. A nod seemed appropriate for the moment, so Dusk acknowledged the man with the bow with a nod. The cart next to the two people was filled with cans of old beans and soup, so Dusk lightly tossed the one he held into it. Dave was starting to gnaw more and more into his shoulder, so Dusk shoved a can into his mouth and put the zombie into the cart, probably startling the two humans with him. He patted the head of the metallic human (Fox), since Dusk thought it was wounded by being covered in blood. He followed along with the two and gathered gear for the cart.
 

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#12
Jacket

Seems like things were calming down in terms of the creatures' onslaught, although there were still a few from the sounds of Prophet unleashing high fire-powered hell upon them. But enough to where they could be managed, hopefully. It also seemed that they were going to pack up and meet up with Luer and Gray. With hopes of success on their part of finding supplies, no doubt. And to of coarse, check up on them.

Jacket had just finished clubbing one of these possessed creatures' skulls in with his hammer, further painting the weapon in blood. The tool, now blunt weapon had seen plenty of blood in its usage. Ranking from Russian mobsters, Police Officers, S.W.A.T and F.B.I. Sometimes even one of the night vision goggle wearing elite units. And now whatever the creatures were. Zombie, or whatever Scully went on about, or just something else entirely, Jacket didn't care. Grabbing a random piece of cloth that had no doubt belonged to a shirt, he used it to wipe off the blood from the hammer before stowing it back into his pocket for later usage. Then he proceeded to head back, grab the backpack with the loot he snagged. Strapping the shotgun to it, as it wouldn't quite fit without sticking out and having such a weapon being stuck out like that and inside the backpack awkwardly would no doubt lead to some troubles down the road.

He was going to continue following Arthur until the man was jumped by one of the creatures before having said creature's head suddenly explode in gore, covering poor Arthur. Running over to help with any potential gun-toting person or thing that wasn't with their group, even Jacket was surprised to see a kid holding a gun. Though he had missed what the two had said before he made it to Arthur.

Offering a hand to help Arthur up, Jacket made a mental note. He was going to have to change the bandages around his hands again, as they were coated in blood. Not his, thankfully. Just from having bludgeoned a few of the creatures prior to this with a hammer.

Maybe he should change to gloves, maybe something like leather or latex like how some of the members of the Payday Gang did.

Although he wanted the freedom of movement with his fingers as well as being able to get a better grip on things.

He'd have to wait and see how things turned out....
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Scully

Watching as Arthur and Jacket walked off in the direction of the scream, with Arthur commenting on hoping that if something did happen, that either Luer managed to defend himself or that Gray Fox ran off. Personally, Scully hoped neither. As the two were interesting, and having either being dead would kinda bum everyone out, as well as lower the size and manpower of their group, which in this given situation. Could be the difference between life or death.

Speaking of the two, now that they were heading off. And Scully almost followed, but then he thought better. What if Prophet needed help? Not that he couldn't handle himself, especially with a big gun like that. It was just that Scully didn't want to leave the man on his own to deal with the creatures and risk being overran.

Then he noticed that a new person had entered the fray with a handgun of their own, looking to be no more than a kid. Which caused Scully to do a double take, before shrugging it off. The Zed Outbreak had caused many survivors to join the KF squad, some were seventeen or such. So, it didn't bother Scully as much as the others. He would just have to make a note to ask the kid if he was alright or what happened.

For now, Scully slipped his backpack on and pulled out his two treasured companions during his employment in the KF squad. The Desert Eagles. Aiming the two weapons at one of the creatures that had managed to escape the wrath of Prophet and the new kid. Scully once again hesitated, before chastising himself. Picture them like Zeds, picture them like zeds.

He repeated the mantra in his head, looking down the sight of the hand-cannon. Before squeezing the trigger and letting the 50. cal round be sent rocketing towards the head of the creature, essentially putting a giant hole in its head. Almost decapitating it. After that, it got easier. As Scully quickly and effectively took down any stragglers that Prophet or the new kid missed and making sure that no loner creatures got the drop on the two.

Scully would be worried about Arthur and Jacket, but he had confidence in those two.

He just hoped things didn't go south with Luer and Fox.....
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Gray Fox

'Looks like we've picked up a new member.' Frank thought to himself as he looked at the being before him. To him, it looked like it came straight out of one of those children books. Not the type that had a happy ending, but like the tales of old that the Brothers Grimm collected.

He thought nothing of it. It meant another helping hand in their goal to find supplies, or at least he did until the thing patted him on the top of his helmet. When that happened, he froze and tensed up.

Ever since being trapped in this living hell that was being what the average person would call a "Cyborg ninja." Frank disliked being touched, by anyone or anything. It was almost as if being touched somehow mocked him of his inability to feel anything. He didn't make a scene of it, as he'd prefer to avoid causing more of a mess than he what he'd already caused.

So instead he went off to find bottled water. The task proving harder than it seemed.

But he did manage to find a bottle or two. But beyond that, nothing else. Seems like whoever got here before whatever happened, took almost everything and only missed what they missed because of mysterious reasons.

He didn't care though, the group was at least going to have something. They'd have to be strict on rationing the water as the same with the food items.

He wouldn't need it as much as the others, so he wouldn't be another mouth to feed.

Coming back to the cart, he was slightly annoyed by the creature as it took up space and kept trying to get out. Part of him hoped that the being that had joined their little supply gathering group would take care of it or get rid of it before Frank did.

Pushing the cart along, in hopes that Luer and the new being would hopefully find more stuff to add..

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#13
Scott McCall and Jester

Scott had been trying to find some food and had been wondering the Walmart isles to find anything. And that was when he heard the gun shots. First low and then louder. He tried to cover his ears, but the sound was so overwhelming to him and he didn't know what to do. If he wondered loser to the noise, he would just have to cover his ears even more and that wouldn't be good. He then heard the loudest one from over in the weapon section of the supermarket area and collapsed into a ball, the noise being too unbearable for him. God, he was so hurt. He was pretty sure that his ears was bleeding from all the sounds that were happening. He screamed in pain.

Jester had been in the same Walmart, looking through the novel section close to where Scott was, reading her "totally not smut" book of Tusk Love. " Oh Oskar," she said, before being cut off by the scream from where Scott was. She started to sketch a dick in her book. She wondered if someone else was going attacked by the monsters here. She had been fending for herself with her giant spiritual weapon lollipop for a bit. The screaming continued. She sighed and walked over to the aisle, placing her half done sketch next to Scott. Oh, a cute guy in pain. Well, she could help him. " Cure wounds."

Scott blinked twice. He wasn't sure what was weirder. That a blue-skinned girl with horns and blue hair with a pink bag was curing his pain and sounded Eastern European or that there was a half-done dick sketch next to him. " Thanks for the healing. All of those shots hurt my ...uhh… "

" You must be a werewolf. I'm Jester. What's your name?" She asked.

" Scott... McCall."

" Well, Scott, let's go see where that noise is coming from," she said, skipping way towards the noises before coming back to grab her journal. She also pulled Scott towards the rest of the group and the noise. " What's going on?" She asked, wondering if there were monsters to beat.

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#14
With Prophet finishing off pretty much all the possessed creatures coming towards them, with his metal suit drenched in blood by how many he killed, Arthur and the others were pretty much finished up. They had the guns and ammo placed inside a Walmart shopping cart, and now they needed to find Luer and Fox to make sure they weren't dead/eaten. "A'right, let's get goin'." He told everyone, grabbing a shotgun. If Fox went crazy, best to use a weapon that could hopefully slow him down. Walking up to Trigger, Arthur asked, "What's your name?" If he was with another group before, maybe they could meet up, though he was slightly confused by 'but they seemed like they had it all together so I left.' Why the fuck would you leave a group of people for that reason, in this city filled with demons and zombies?

They searched the food isles to find the two, with Arthur spotting Luer out the corner of his eye. From where Luer was standing, he couldn't see Fox or their new compatriot. "Luer!" He shouted to them, quickly walking towards the archer. "You a'right? Where the hell's the ninj--" Just as he turned the corner to see if Fox was near him, he spotted Dusk. Guess what his reaction was? "JESUS CHRIST!" He shouted, pulling out his revolver and aiming it as the large demonic creature. "The hell is that?!"

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With Scott and Jester made their way over to the noises, they would find there was something else lurking inside the Walmart besides them. They were passing through the clothing isles, near the entrance ways of the massive store, but something would grab their attention. Lights. Not just any lights, neon green lights. The same ones they teleported Jester and Scott to this world. A quick peak behind their cover would show who was entering.



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They were holding weapons, assault rifles, and were around twenty in size. A full squadron, and they didn't look too friendly either. With their weapons held out, they were searching for people.

 

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#15
Trigger
As the man known as Arthur walked alongside him, he questioned the outfit he wore. Arthur Morgan wore old clothes from what seemed like the olden days even before the first war. Trigger questioned if the thing pulling these people from different universes also pulled them from different times, he would have to ask about Arthur’s past later. “Name’s Thomas, but you can call me Trigger” he replied. He honestly had no idea why he searched for more people, it wasn’t like he cared for anyone’s safety, but something kept nagging at him ever since he was hit with the green flash. Then, all of a sudden, Arthur pulled his gun up in front of him. Trigger also reared his gun up as he passed around the corner to see the creature he had met before “You again?!” he asked. This creature must have followed him in. Trigger glanced at the zombie in the shopping cart. “What are you…?” Trigger asked, not making any sudden movements with the unknown form.
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Dusk
Dusk turned his skull-like head to see two newcomers, the first one wore strange clothing, and the second he had already met. The duo both aimed their guns at him, but Dusk felt no immediate fear other than hurting eardrums or whatever he used to hear. The sound of the contraptions seemed to be an unwelcome one. These humans were fascinating with their strange devices. He carried with him a couple of cans of beans and old tomato soup, not being quite that intimidating but still scary nonetheless. He stared at the two with his holes he had for eyes. He immediately went back to refilling the cart as he was told to do so, covering Dave, his new zombie friend, in even more cans. He hunched over the cart and patted the abomination on the head, somehow calming it a slight bit. He then stood back up to his full height of 8 and a half feet and waved at the two, assuming that was what he was supposed to do when greeting someone.
 

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#16
Luer turned from what he was looking at the shelf when he heard his name called. He spotted Arthur and another person -a kid no less- heading his way and start asking him a question. When Arthur cut himself off and freaked out, pulling his gun as Trigger seemed to get worried, Luer quickly put his hands up in a gesture to calm the cowboy and kid down. “Easy, easy!” He started quickly. “He is with us.” He assured, though glanced to the cart with uncertainty. He was not yet sure why Dusk threw that zombie in the cart, or if it was somehow not one of the ones trying to kill them- he had his doubts since it was trying to chew on Dusk earlier. He gestured to zombie in the cart, giving a sigh and shake of his head. “He threw it in there, but I am not sure why…”

Luer turned back to Arthur and finally decided to hone in on the question he cut himself off from finishing earlier. “I am alright for now. He panicked and I am not sure of the cause there either, but he missed me and took care of quite a few of these… creatures…” He explained. He was not hurt, and hopefully things stayed that way. “Are you alright?” He asked in return, gesturing to the cowboy’s blood covered self. It was near impossible to tell if the blood was his own or belonged to these creatures.
 
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#17
After Prophet's last stand and pretty much finishing off most of the Possessed Citizens, he kept a hold of the HMG and restocked it's ammo with a new cartridge. Reuniting with the group, he murmured with his weapon. "Let's get going before more appear. That couldn't of been the last of them considering the size of this building." He proceeded to follow Arthur and co until he stopped and yelled, in which Prophet turned towards whatever he yelled at. "What the hell, Arthur? What are you yelling at---" He then spotted the creature that had a skull-like face in which he pulled his weapon and aimed at it. "Hold it there. If you can talk, tell us what you are and why you're here. If you co-operate we'll go easy on you."
 
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#18
Gray Fox

Just when he thought his ongoing headache couldn't get worse, now it seems the distraction party had come to check up on them. Although Frank only had himself to blame, as the action was no doubt a result of someone hear his screams during his spasm.

He was going to have to find a way to take care of that, be it for good or somehow figure out how to manufacture the medicine he needs, if he wanted to avoid being watched like a hawk or having to keep an eye out for any of them attempting to dispose of him to ensure the safety of the group, not that he'd judge them for it. As if he was in their shoes, he would do the exact same.

Before he let himself fall back into his thoughts, Frank focused on the scene before him. The other man in the metal suit, or "Prophet" as he called himself came over with Arthur and some kid he didn't recognize. Before also being joined by Scully and the even weirder man, Jacket. Looking on over at the cart, seemed the being that had seemingly taken the stuck-in the cart zombie as a pet had found some food. More canned products, which was a big plus. Although his praise for the being soured somewhat as it placed the canned goods atop the zombie rather than moving it aside.

The itch to just take care of the shambling corpse now stuck in a shopping cart grew to astronomical levels of annoyance.

Best to distract himself before he did something rash. Said distraction came in the form of Frank explaining their prizes. "Managed to find some medical supplies, food and water. Although it is only two bottles worth, which means we're going to need to ration it. And considering I do not require much sustenance. So I will leave said rationing to you."
 

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#19
The voice from Luer managed to get through to Arthur before he made any rash decision. With his gun aimed at Dusk, he looked it over, seeing how it had a zombie person in its little cart, but gave a polite and peaceful wave to the cowboy. It didn't seem all that violent or aggressive, even with the rather creepy and demonic look about him. Slowly putting the gun away, Arthur nodded. "Alright. Nice to meet you, uhhh..... Fella." He waved back to the black creature. "Soooo..... Yeah. I guess he can come along, if he'll help out, or isn't threatening. Prophet, can you....... Prophet?"

The metal man was suddenly gone. Along with everyone else. The store suddenly became quieter, with the space suddenly becoming a lot more brighter. The ground was now made of sand, and there was suddenly a blue sky turning to purple. Behind him was a small forest of trees, and in front was an ocean going out for miles on end. The sun was halfway set, and Arthur tried covering his eyes.

Water splashed onto his feet, and he could feel it soaking through his leather boots. It felt way too real to be an hallucination. "Wha' the hell?..... Scully? Luer! Jacket! Anybody?!" He shouted out, looking around for them again. It was just him. The sun grew brighter as it set, and Arthur couldn't help but look back, as it felt oddly pleasing to view. There was a strange sensation about it; comforting and settling. It made Arthur relax, destressing his mind from the insanity he experienced today.

It was also the same thing Scully was viewing. As well everyone else. From Dusk, to Trigger, to Luer, to even Jacket, everyone suddenly disappeared from each other. They were alone on a small island, on a beach with warm sand under their feet, an everlasting ocean, and a view of the sun that seemed heartwarming to watch fade under. Calling to their missing compatriots seemed useless. They should simply enjoy the moment of peace and quiet. The sound of waves hitting the beach, the wind passing through their hair. Just sink to the ground, and let yourself sleep.

Arthur did. He continued watching the sun, almost hypnotized by it. Everything was calm again. No world on fire, no demons, he was tranquil in this moment. He sat down, one leg bent towards his body, the other stretched out to the water. His mind was at ease, like falling asleep in bed. Time passed by, and the sun was soon to vanish, yet something in his mind tried to keep him focused on what was happening. Where did everyone go? How did he get here? Was he teleported again?

His answers would arrive bluntly. He was shoved from behind by something; a massive gust of wind, and fell head first into the water. His whole body was swallowed whole by the ocean, yet suddenly the water disappeared in the blink of an eye. Instead, he landed face first onto the ground, like someone shoved him. Gasping as though he was drowning, he again looked around, seeing he was back inside the Walmart. The others in the group were with him again, but just like him, they were also shoved violently, like reality pulled them out of the water before they drowned in the water.

And the ground was unnerving shaking. Like an earthquake was about to take place.
 

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#20
Jacket

One minute, he's following the others to the supply team, the next minute. Jacket finds himself on a beach with no one of the earlier group anywhere to be seen. This of coarse causes the man to ponder if he had been drugged, and the earlier sequence of events were in-fact part of a drug induced trip. In which case, he would have to get himself tested to ensure that Jimmy hadn't drugged as part of a hare-brained effort to recreate the events of the movie "The Hangover." Jacket still couldn't look the same way at vanilla ice cream ever again since that night.

His attention was dragged to the sun, the glow and warmth emitting from it calming him. Seemingly pushing any and all thoughts regarding what happened after the flash of green light. He hadn't felt this way since Hawaii and Miami...….Not since what happened.

That was when seemingly out of nowhere, he heard a voice call out to him.

"Yo dude, everything alright?"

Turning around, he was met with a face that belonged to someone that Jacket thought had died so long ago. It was his best friend, "Beard" they had called him, the same best friend that he found out that had been beaten to death because of some Russian mobsters demanding protection fees from him. Behind him were Barnes and Daniels, both of whom were relaxing playing cards from what it looked like. Both were almost equally shocking, as the last time he saw Barnes, he was left without one side of his body due to an explosion, and Daniels was never seen again after the base blew up. He refocused on his friend. Whom had a slightly concerned look on his face.

"Spent too long bathing in the sun?" Beard said to him, almost as if he wasn't stunned by the fact his friend was wearing a varsity jacket and rooster mask. Which caused Jacket to look down and see that he had on a dark green tank top and cargo pants on, with no shoes or no mask on at all. This perplexed him, wondering if he had been dreaming and everything had been imaginary.

He could only nod in response to Beard's question. Whom responded with "Well, I am gonna get an umbrella or something to lessen the sun's effects on ya, ok bud?" And like that Beard jogged off, presumably to get an umbrella. With his friend moving off into the distance, Jacket turned to look at the sun once more, relishing in its calming aura. Laying down in the sand on his back, using a backpack to act as a pillow, he let himself fall into a deep slumber. Dreaming nothing but blackness, he soon woke up to an almost ice cold wind. When he awoke, he saw he was back in his regular clothes and rooster mask. Standing up and alert, he looked for his friend but found nothing but the beach he had been on. Then almost as if fate had one more trick to play. He was shoved from behind and into the ocean water. Damn near drowned from it, before realizing he was back on the ground in that Wal-Mart.

His compatriots seemingly having experienced the same thing as him, to whatever degree. His ordeal made him want to smoke an entire pack right then and there, but he stopped himself. Not here, not safe here.....
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Scully

For him, his experience was mostly alright. The nice sunny beach, put him at ease despite his instincts telling him to keep a bead on the shoreline for any Zed or mutant to come crashing through to tear him a new one. Yet there was nothing. Just him and the relaxing ocean waves and sun bearing down on him in an almost soothing way.

Part of him hoped for something like this when the Zed threat was completely taken care of and society returned whatever form of normalcy it could manage from the damages done to it. In that dream, he would renew his music career, maybe write a book about his adventures, go on TV and be interviewed, and then buy a nice cottage and retire, relaxing into old age.

A fool's dream for sure, but a dream nonetheless.

He was about to relax and fall asleep when he felt himself behind shoved from behind and into the ocean, gurgling salt water before he realized he was back on the ground in the Wal-Mart from before with the others, all of whom looked shaken up as well. After making sure he wasn't actually choking on salt water, he simply asked. "What the hell was that?" In a weak voice that even spooked him.
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Frank Jaeger

For a split second, he thought he had gone to the afterlife, the previous events being nothing more than a dying thought going through his brain. For one, he wasn't in that damned exoskeleton and he could feel everything from the sun's warmth to the nice and relaxing cool of the waves that would occasionally wash onto the beach's shore gently.

It seemed too peaceful. But he pushed it to the back of his mind, not caring at all about what his gut told him. If this was to be a temporary peace or an illusion. Then he'd enjoy it to the last second.

As afterall, if this was the afterlife, what was the harm in enjoying the peace?

He walked into the water until he was about mid-calf deep, basking in the refreshing cold of the water.

However, it seemed the peace wasn't to last as he hoped as he was shoved face first into the water, only to smack his head onto the ground. The helmet of his exoskeleton dampening the impact enough to make him sigh in defeat.

He was back in this hell...….

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