The Walking Dead: Crossroads [IC]

[Akashi]

SYNOPSIS
IT HAS BEEN A MONTH SINCE THE OUTBREAK. PANIC HAS CROSSED AROUND THE GLOBE AND NO ONE HAS ANY IDEA ABOUT THE PLAGUE, THE VIRUS, THE INFECTION. THATS ONE OF THE MANY NAMES THIS OUTBREAK GOES BY. THE GOVERNMENT, THE MILITARY HAS FALLEN SHORT AND ITS EVERY MAN/WOMAN FOR THEMSELVES. THE WORLD HAS CHANGED AND THE PEOPLE ARE DIVIDED. SOME ARE ALONE, SOME ARE NOT. THE FOOD IS BECOMING SCARCE. PEOPLE ARE KILLING ONE ANOTHER TO SURVIVE.

ARE YOU THE GOOD KIND? OR THE BAD KIND? WHAT WILL YOU SACRIFICE IN ORDER TO MAKE IT TO THE NEXT DAY? IN ORDER TO PROTECT YOUR LOVED ONES? JUST HOW FAR WILL YOU GO? YOU ONLY HAVE ONE GOAL, AND THAT IS TO SURVIVE. FIND SUPPLIES AND MAKE IT OUT OF THE CITY. YOU ARE ALWAYS ON THE MOVE. YOUR LIFE AS YOU KNEW IT IS GONE.

YOU ARE IN LAS VEGAS, NEVADA.
TIME IS: 07:19 PM - FEBRUARY 02, FRIDAY.
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THE 'GOOD' START
A GROUP HAS BEEN TOGETHER FOR ALMOST A WEEK SINCE THE OUTBREAK. EVERYONE IS NERVOUS, AFRAID AND FILLED WITH TENSION. THE SUPPLIES ARE SCARCE AND THE CITY HAS BEEN LOOTED, PLUNDERED, AND SOAKED WITH BLOOD AND CHAOS. TV STATIONS ARE NOT WORKING. THE LAW IS NO MORE. THE RADIO STATIONS ARE BARELY INTACT, INSTRUCTING THE PEOPLE WHO ARE STILL ALIVE TO MAKE IT OUT OF THE CITY. TO FIND A SAFE HAVEN. THE GROUP IS TRYING TO SURVIVE, HIDING IN BETWEEN TWO TALL BUILDINGS, IN AN ALLEYWAY. IN ORDER TO MAKE IT PAST THE WALKERS, THE INFECTED, AND OUT OF THE CITY, THEY NEED SUPPLIES. ACROSS THE RUINED STREETS, THE ROAD, THE BROKEN CARS, A SUPERMARKET IS IN SIGHTINGS. THE GROUP MUST MAKE THE EFFORT TO GET THERE IN ORDER TO STOCK UP ON FOOD AND SURVIVABILITY TOOLS. BUT WILL THEY MAKE IT? WILL THE SUPERMARKET HAVE WHAT THEY NEED? OR ARE THEY WALKING TOWARDS THEIR DEATH? THIS IS WHERE THEIR STORY STARTS.

ESMERALDA ZEFEAR - MEDICAL STUDENT - @Soñar Gardián
TRISTAN MOURAU - DEFENSE ATTORNEY - @Akashi
DARREN CHAPLIN - FIREFIGHTER - @justice hunt
SIENNA SCHEELS - FIREARMS DEALER/BARTENDER - @Hope
JOSHUA DOUTE - RISING AUTHOR - @Bsb_Sooo
CLAUDIA PAIGE GILBERT - THERAPIST - @PrincessLala95
NATALIA BROOKS - DOLLAR STORE WORKER - @AllisonHushx
TOM SCATTER - MIDDLE SCHOOL STUDENT - @TheColourlessRainbow
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THE 'BAD' START
AN HORDE OF WALKERS WERE MAKING THEIR WAY TOWARDS ONE OF THE MOST POPULAR CASINO HOTELS IN LAS VEGAS, BECAUSE OF THE SOUND OF CAR ALARMS JUST BY THE ENTRANCE. ITS NAME WAS PALMS CASINO HOTEL. PEOPLE WERE FIGHTING TO SURVIVE. SOME PANICKED AND WALKED OUT, ONLY TO MEET AN AGONIZING DEATH. WHILE SOME WERE ALREADY INSIDE, USING THIS OPPORTUNITY TO STEAL, LOOT ALL THE CASH. SOME PEOPLE RAN IN, SHUTTING THE DOOR BEHIND THEM, AND TRYING TO FIND A WAY OUT OF THIS MISERABLE MESS. UNBEKNOWNST TO THE PEOPLE INSIDE STEALING, THE WALKERS WERE PUSHING AND IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE THE DOOR BROKE DOWN, AND THE WALKERS CAME IN TO FEIST ON THE LIVING. MOMENTS LATER, THE WALKERS BARGED IN. AN UNUSUAL GROUP WAS MADE, WHERE THE PEOPLE WHO WERE SOMEHOW TOGETHER, TRIED TO GET OUT, AND DECIDED TO TAKE THE STAIRS UP A FEW FLOORS, HIDING INSIDE A ROOM BY BARRICADING THEMSELVES INSIDE. THE DEAD CAN SMELL THE LIVING. HOW WILL THEY GET OUT OF THIS MESS? WILL EVERYONE MAKE IT OUT ALIVE? THIS IS WHERE THEIR STORY STARTS.

GREY CRUSNIX - ARCHEOLOGIST - @Soñar Gardián
MARY BLACKWELL - HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT - @Lyra Meiko
RAY RESURECTER - GYM TEACHER - @justice hunt
MELODY CRUSNIX - KID - @Lawkheart
GABRIEL WELLS - ARCHITECT - @Akashi
WILSON SCOTT - BROKER - @Aravhorn
SEBASTIAN MCMANUS - GUNSMITH/STORE OWNER - @Lykaon
MARLEE BROOKS - MIDDLE SCHOOL STUDENT - @AllisonHushx
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THE 'LONELY' START
CHAOS AND DEATH HAS ENVELOPED LAS VEGAS. PEOPLE HAVE BEEN DIVIDED. SOME ARE SEEKING ANSWERS, WHILE SOME ARE SEEKING SALVATION. NO ONE CAN BE TRUSTED. SOME PEOPLE ARE ALONE, TRYING TO MAKE A WAY OUT OF THE CITY. SOME ARE FLAT OUT USING THE CHAOS AS AN OPPORTUNITY TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING ELSE. SCATTERED AROUND THE CITY. THEY MUST USE ANY MEANS NECCESSARY TO SURVIVE. IT'S EVERY MAN/WOMAN FOR THEMSELVES. BUT WILL THEY EVEN SURVIVE TO SEE THE SUN RISE TOMORROW? OR WILL THEY END UP MEETING THE OTHERS? HOW LONG CAN THEY STAY ALONE? THIS IS WHERE THEIR STORY STARTS.

STEVEN WASHAKIE - DESERT GUIDE - @WarriorHeart
JOSEPH OLEFRIC - POLICE OFFICER - @Edge
ADAM MACDONALD - NO EMPLOYMENT - @Wopster
MATTHEW CRABTREE - KID - @ClaireRae
SAVANNAH FROST - EX-CON/EX-MMA FIGHTER - @Lawkheart
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IMPORTANT NOTES:
IF YOU ARE IN THE BAD OR THE GOOD GROUP - PLEASE POST ACCORDINGLY TO THE STORY ABOVE.
CHARACTER DEATH WILL HAPPEN, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT - NO ONE IS THE MAN OF STEEL.
PLEASE POST AS MUCH AS YOU CAN - BUT ATLEAST TWICE A WEEK - THAT IS ALL I ASK OF YOU
FOLLOW ALL IWAKU RULES AND THE ONES I'VE PRESENTED IN THE OOC THREAD.
EVERYTHING OOC RELATED GOES IN THE OOC THREAD.
PLEASE BE REALISTIC IN THIS ROLEPLAY - IT IS VERY IMPORTANT.
I WILL PAY ATTENTION TO EVERY CHARACTER AND THEIR DEVELOPMENT.
IT IS CRUCIAL THAT YOU MAKE A GENERAL SETTING WHEN POSTING; FOR EXAMPLE
SETTING: LAS VEGAS, PALMS CASINO HOTEL
TIME/DAY: DAY 01 - 07:19 PM
WITH/GROUP: THE 'BAD'
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[Bsb_Sooo]

'Good Group'
Las Vegas
February 2nd, 7:19 PM
Approaching SuperMarket

JOSHUA'S P.O.V.


As Joshua exited the alleyway with the the others, he was certain that his heart was about to explode due to the ridiculously fast pace it was going. He was admittedly the most ill-prepared for combat out of his group, and was assigned to keep a lookout at the front door. While he wouldn't have to deal with the surely massive amount of Walkers inside, he would be isolated from the rest of the group. He had almost thought to stay behind and hide in the dumpster in the alley. But this would clearly piss off the rest of the group, and he was already at the bottom of the food-chain. He was praying that the store would have duct-tape. If it did, he would be able to come up with some impressive makeshift weapons, and hopefully that might get him some credit.

The gunshot that followed almost made Joshua piss himself.

 

[Artorias]

Joseph Olefric, red

Setting: Streets of Vegas
Time/Day: 7:19 P.M., February 2nd
With: Savannah "Nana" Frost

Just a month ago Joseph was doing his job and it was hard to believe everything that just happened. He might not of survived if it wasn't for his job. He was undercover, part of a Biker Gang that ran around Las Vegas causing trouble but they had no evidence or dirt on them. They needed to go down though, so he infiltrated and joined, working for them for years only for the Zombie-fucking-apocalypse to make the past five years of his life mean absolutely nothing. It pissed him off and sometimes he just wanted to take the pistol that he had holstered and shoot every fucking Walker he saw. He couldn't though as he only had one extra magazine. The one that was currently in the gun was already down 6 bullets which left him with 7. He hasn't used it much, he was alone and deciding to fight a group of them, even with a gun didn't seem like a great idea at the time.

He did meet Savannah a few days after the outbreak. Where she came from was obvious but he didn't say a word as he could use the company so he could remember he was still alive and so he wasn't just talking to himself because he misses human interaction. His job didn't allow for relationships really as he couldn't endanger an innocent in his work of acting as a Gang Member. The name of the Gang, well that isn't important anymore as they are probably all dead. He didn't stick around to find out if they were overrun or not. Nana wasn't much of a talker this past month and his hope for human interaction was beginning to decline amazingly fast that it was almost like she was one of the Walkers.

"Hey. Nana, in here" He called over to her. They were being extremely cautious of being caught by Walkers. All she had was a knife and getting close to one of those didn't seem like a great plan at the moment. It was a small pawn shop with push open double doors. Being Cautious, he entered the Pawn Shop. Gun raised he looked around not spotting any Walkers in the general area so far. There was no point in going farther into the store as they were just stopping to eat something. They haven't eaten in a few hours and all they had were some shitty granola bars and water.

He also hasn't gotten physically close to Nana yet as she was so quiet he didn't know if he could remotely trust her or he should keep her a distance that way if she goes bat shit insane he can just shoot her in the head without suffering the consequences. He set the GLOCK down for just a brief moment to open one of the granola bars before picking it up with his dominant hand. His left hand holding the granola bar and beginning to eat. Always wary of what she was doing. She came from prison and he was dressed like a gang member. It would make things worse if she knew he was a Police Officer and not some 'thug' like her.

The simple plan was to get the hell out of the city, but they had to think of getting food and water. Possibly more people. Fuck, they just needed to get out at all cost and maybe because of that mentality he was willing to kill another human just to survive himself.

 

[WarriorHeart]

2.2.14; 19:19

"Crap."

A very unexcited exclamation echoed against the concrete walls. After several minutes of silence, Steven rose to his feet and sighed; his eyes were on an old galvanized pipe that was cracked ever so slightly and starting to leak. He wiped the sweat from his brown using the back of his right hand and then put his hands on his hips and stared at his problem.

Several miles on the outskirts of Las Vegas tucked way back from sight was an old highway maintenance station. The highways had since moved and the building had all but been forgotten. It was still of sound structural integrity and the perimeter fence only had a few holes which Steven had fixed earlier in the week. There was space for organizing supplies, storage, a sleeping area, roof access and most importantly; there was a well. Steven stood over the pipe and hand pump and scowled. He had seen this type of thing before on the reservation.

Deep in the ground, perhaps six or eight feet was a valve that could be used to shut off the water flow so a new pipe could be installed. It didn't make a great deal of sense but an elder had explained that it was necessary. The pipe can be changed as needed or water can be rerouted to another location. Steven didn't know why the valve wasn't above the surface of the soil but there were many things that men weren't meant to understand; like women.

Steven had spent all morning digging through the old shop and found a new piece of pipe and even a new pump. He found all of the fittings and a whole closet of stuff for patching concrete and fence. There was definitely a good amount of parts to maintain the property. On the other hand, he had not found a single tool other than a pair of rusty pliers. He figured they must have taken their tools with them to the next location but left all of the building maintenance stuff behind.

Steven turned and looked over his shoulder at his meager supply cache. He had enough food for a week, two if he rationed harshly but was lacking in other areas. He had no blankets, no jacket, no medical supplies and now he needed some tools. Steven put his hands on his face and pushed back slowly to each side catching his long black hair and pulling it tightly towards the back of his head. He adeptly intertwined it as if from muscle memory.

Steven turned and walked outside. The sun was hot again today but tonight would be cold. Rain had swept through yesterday and nearly washed him off the roof. He was already wearing his tomahawk on his waist and the knife he owned tucked neatly in an ankle sheath. He walked briskly over to the corner where his rifle was propped up and lifted it so the stock rested in the crook of his shoulder. He inspected the bolt and yanked it back ushering a round into the chamber. Steven slung the 308 over his head and shoulder then made for his supplies. He took a canteen, some dried up fruit and an energy bar of some sort and put him in his little pack which was fixed to his mountain bike.

Coming across the bike was a huge stroke of good fortune for Steven. He probably would've been eaten back on the reservation had he not come across the two wheels and eighteen gears of freedom. Steven lowered his head for a moment with a hand on the handlebars and the other on the seat. A tear escaped the corner of his left eye and made its way down beside his nose until it nestled between his lips. Steven licked at the ticklish thing and tasted the salt; the bitterness of life being destroyed. He sucked in a breath and put on his sunglasses. He turned the bike and started out the door. Once outside, Steven swung a leg over and hopped up using his weight to start the pedals. As he rode, he went through the list in his mind.

Pipe wrench.
Screwdriver.
Crescent wrench.
Nonperishable food.
A nice jacket.

Blankets.​

Where does one go for all of these things? Where else?
Walmart.​

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[Akashi]

T R I S T A N, #339966

Setting: Las Vegas - Approaching Supermarket
Time/Day: February 2nd - 07:25 PM
With: The 'Good' Group​

Tristan was sticking close to the walls of one of the tall buildings they were standing in between. The group was trying to keep themselves hidden and move at the right moment towards the supermarket. Having recently only gathered with the people next to him, he figured being with a tight knit would give him a higher chance of surviving. "So how should we make our way past all them walkers and to the supermarket!?" He asked, before he noticed Joshua suddenly making his way out and towards the market. Trying not to scream, his attention diverted towards him.

"JOSHUA!.. STO-.. HEY... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!.." Tristan stood up, and decided that its better now than never, to just follow him, but only a moment after, a gunshot was heard, setting him aback, he ducked and crouched . Looking around the streets in a nervous way, eyes turning left and right.

It was not surprising. Even the people in the city could not be trusted. It was not only the walkers they had to worry about, but also the ones using the ensuing chaos in order to kill, and do anything that would fall under the criminal category. It was crucial that they wouldn't get into the line of fire or attracting any attention from the walkers.

"Shit.. What was that?!.." Standing back up, he was able to run out the street and pull Joshua back to the alleyway.

"Next time atleast let us know if you're gonna do anything impulsive.. You could have gotten killed!" Tristan's briefcase was leaned against the wall, while he held the steel pipe in his right hand.

More gunshots were heard, only followed by agonizing screams from the humans in their vicinity. The walkers were obviously lurking around the streets, and it was only a matter of time before they smelled them. Noticing how most of the walkers in their path started moving towards the sound, he gazed at his group, before he moved over to the wall and grabbed his briefcase. "We should use this opportunity to get to the supermarket and get anything we can get our hands on that would help us. Especially food and water" He composingly stated.

Moments later, hoping the group would agree to his terms, he gazed out the alleyway, hoping they could make it their in one piece. Slowly jogging and hiding behind a ruined car just infront of the alleyway. He looked back to the group. "This is the only way we may have a chance to get the hell out of this city.. Come on guys..."

G A B R I E L, #993300

Setting: Las Vegas - Palms Casino Hotel
Time/Day: February 2nd - 07:25 PM
With: The 'Bad' Group​

"Take this you mutated fuck!" He yelled, kicking one of the walkers approaching him away. "Does this never end!?" He ushered once more, before he understood he was actually in some deep trouble. More and more walkers were gathering just outside the casino. Nervously canvassing his area, he noticed how some of the remaining survivors ran inside it. Almost sighing and stating the obvious solution in his current thought, he followed.

"Ah shit!... I should have never said yes to coming to this god forsaken place.." Gabriel turned around, noticing how the survivors inside pushed anything heavy to barricade the entrance, he continued, hoping atleast someone had any answers.

"Just what the hell is it we're dealing with!?" Filled with confusion and stress, Gabriel pulled out a small squared steelbox from the inner pocket of his blazer. Whenever he was feeling uneasy in any situation, he felt that smoking a cigarette was like sanctuary for him. Like every problem in his life would just wash away and disappear in that moment. Popping the lighter he kept in his pocket to lit the cigarette, he started smoking, while leaning against one of the blackjack tables.

He noticed a few young kids inside, along with a few others by the entrance. Smiling to one of the kids, just so they wouldn't get more scared due to the situation at hand, he diverted his attention after a few seconds over to the entrance. "That will probably not hold them back for long.. These... Things.. There are too many of them..." Gabriel denounced, with his heavy but strong voice.

Taking a few more drags off of his cigarette, he pushed himself up. "Uhh.. I can't stay put, I need to get out of this hellhole.." He finished, before he decided to rather find a backdoor out of the casino. The entrance behind them was being pushed and shoved by the horde of walkers just outside, but there was more than just one entrance. That was obvious.

Moments later, screams were heard around the first floor of the casino. "That scream... It came from inside the casino..." Gabriel stopped in his track and slowly decided to approach the imminent danger they are all about to face. Some other decided to join him, while the rest kept behind, keeping to themselves and staying quiet.

As they approached one of the long hallways in the area, Gabriel narrowed his eyes down, so he could get a clear picture of what is a few meters away from them. He whispered. "Just... What... The.... F-" He stopped, before he retracted his step. One of the people who were with him flat out panicked, which was enough for him to scream out that the walkers are now inside. Many of them who were feisting on the living ahead of him obviously smelled and followed the sound of the voice.

"Shit.. Shit... SHIT!!!" Gabriel uttered, before he turned around and started running. Once he made it back to the entrance, where some of the people were gathered, and had already started scattering around in order to find a way out, now that the walkers were inside, he decided to move towards the elevators, to find some high ground. It was all in a nervous state, Gabriel had no clue about what he was really doing. He wanted to survive.

Clicking on all the elevator buttons, they apparently had no power. The elevators were useless. "Come on.. Come on... You gotta be fucking kidding me.." He exclaimed, kicking the elevator doors.

Seconds later, he noticed the door that lead to the stairwell to his left. 'That's atleast better than dying...' He thought to himself, almost chuckling in his current situation. Running and dashing through the door, he kept it open, considering the lives of many others. "This WAY!!." He shouted, hoping people would listen.

After a few people decided to go through the door and up a few floors, along with Gabriel, they all decided to, in the spur of the dire moment, to enter one of the many hotel rooms and lock it down tightly. Panting as he still held the cigarette in his hand, he leaned against the wall. "What the hell is this!?!?" The scene kept replaying in his mind. How the walkers were eating a human. The unquestionable danger was just starting.

 

[ClaireRae]

7-Eleven, E Twain Ave, Las Vegas, NV
February 2nd, 7:20 PM
Alone

Matthew sat behind the counter in the 7-Eleven, trying to quietly open a bag of popcorn. They were beyond stale, but Matthew was hungry enough to not care. He heard a walker groan outside, and froze, waiting a few minutes to continue. Once he felt as though he had been quiet enough to let it pass, he popped open the bag and dug in, trying to chew as quietly as possible. The sun had just set, so he turned on his mini LED Flashlight, and studied the map he had on the floor in front of him. His father had gave it to him before he... he left. He didn't turn into a monster. Neither did his mom. Or his sister. They weren't bit. The monsters didn't eat them. They had all got to this 7-Eleven safe and sound, and they all left to go look for supplies, and they all would be back.

This wasn't true, of course. Matthew's family had all been bit a turned whilst trying to reach their next stop along the road. He barley escaped himself, and looked back once to see his family get eaten alive. He ran and ran after that, taking shelter in the 7-Eleven he was holed up in now. This was his second day there, and denial had replaced his initial shock. He continued to tell himself that they were still alive, only to keep his sanity, and to keep himself alive.

Matthew pointed his flashlight at the map, looking at the earth from above. The 7-Eleven he was in now was a few blocks down from a large resort called the Palms Casino Hotel. In between lied the Wynn Golf Course. Doted all around the area were high-rise apartments and luxury homes. Matthew didn't really need to look at this map, but he needed to keep busy. He chewed quietly in the dark, hoping for some sort of miracle.

 

[Lyra Meiko]

Setting: Las Vegas - Palms Casino Hotel
Time/Day: February 2nd - 07:25 PM
With: The 'Bad' Group
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Mary was destined for an early death, she was sure of it. The air smelled heavy of blood and sweat, everyone around her was searching for an exit or praying for survival, and the mysterious creatures were upon them. She knew she had to stay quiet, but every time she heard a gun shot she could not help but squeak in fright.

Mary was the second youngest person currently in this establishment. There was only one other girl who was younger than her, and that was a child. A poor child who had to deal with such a terrible situation like they were in. If humanity followed natural selection, Mary would probably be the second one killed in this situation, but, she had already made it this far with her trusty wooden bat. This wooden bat spoken of, the one currently shaking in her tiring arms, belonged to her older brother who played baseball in high school. He was in college now, or dead. It was probably the later. Speaking of death, Mary's parents were probably dead too, her cat as well. Mary had not seen any of them for a month. No contact, for an entire month. Factoring in all of this going on, she had high doubts that they were alive anymore, but of course there was always a little bit of hope. Mary tended to try and keep high spirits.

Mary was a pretty moderate height and skinny, but she did have some curves that she didn't sport. She was wearing a black and white school girl outfit, with thigh high socks and black Mary Jane's. This outfit did well to keep her curves hidden. She liked things this way. On her back was a black mini back pack filled with make up things. Her hair was a dyed pink red color, that was pulled into two low pony tails by black ribbon, and then she had another ribbon on top that was shaped to resemble Japanese bunny ears. Her make up was done pretty well, of course as that was her specialty. She was really good at matching colors, a lighter pink being sported on her lips that had a glossy shine. Her eyes were big and brown, with a line of eye liner around them and mascara making her eyelashes longer. Other than that, she just used different products to make her skin even and blemish free, and she used blush to make her cheeks tinted pink.

Mary was pretty cute, which was not what you wanted to be in a situation like this. She had no idea what to do. She could not bring herself to speak to anyone, so she just followed the rest attempting to escape. She looked for windows, doors, fire escapes, anything. They were surrounded by these creatures. These creatures were so mysterious. No one knew much about them, other than that they had a hunger for humans for whatever reason. They also sort of looked like humans, but decayed. So in a way, they kind of looked like moldy humans. This was the only metaphor Mary could come up with on the spot. Moldy humans like moldy bread, except moldy bread didn't eat non-moldy bread. Did that mean moldy bread was dead? Well that would not make any sense, because bread isn't living, although made of living things.

Mary quickly smacked her cheeks. This was no time to be drifting off into stupid thoughts. When looking up, she heard someones call to follow. It seemed like he was going above ground, and at the moment Mary did not think that was a very bad idea. So, with another squeak, she decided to sprint over to the door and up the stairs with the group decided to follow. Adrenaline must have been influencing her flight or fight response, because she ran up those stairs so quickly. This was a bit of a surprise to her, because after walking up one flight of stairs in her high school building, she would be panting. Well, this was life or death after all, and that was not.

Mary furthermore followed them into the hotel room, helping with the barricading of the door, and then leaning on one of the walls, now tired. She could only take a second to breath, since she knew something would start again soon. It didn't help that she smelled smoke in the air and her asthma started to react. It was mostly bothersome when she was a child, and she had mostly grown out of it now with the help of medication that she did not have with her right now, so she was left coughing, trying to muffle her coughs into her sleeve.​

 

[Hope]

Las Vegas
February 2
7:20 PM
The "good"

Sienna watched, suprised, as the man known as Joshua headed for the front doors of the supermarket. Tristan started to yell out after him, but thankfully caught himself mid sentence. She did not want to have to cover his mouth for him.she took in a deep sigh as she thought she'd have to run after him. However, before she could Tristan pulled him back to the alley. A gun shot went off in the distance. From the sound, it seemed to be some sort of rifle. Probably a 30-06.

"Joshua, that was reckless for us all. We leave as a group. Always. Understand?" She said more directly than she intended. Truth be told she actually liked Joshua. Of course she hardly knew him, and only for a week now, but he was kind. There was a time that she was carefree and high spirited, but not for at least a month now. Certainly not since she lost contact with her father. Secretly, she missed that part of herself.

Turning her attention to Tristan she listened closely to his plans. Sienna nodded in approval. She followed Tristan, jogging softly behind the destroyed car. Looking back to the group she motioned with her head to come along.

"Tristan, we need to hurry when we're in there. We don't have much time," she said quietly. "Keep track of the group. I can post up out here until everyone gets inside safely, and I'll be right behind you." She was more daring since she lost track of her father. Truthfully, she was always somewhat of a wild child, but now she was just careless with her own life. Easily, putting the groups safety before her own. It's not that she wasn't afraid of them, because she most definitely was. Perhaps it's the images of oh too recent scenes flooding her memory that she desperately wished she could escape.

 

[Pyralithia]

Med Student, lime

Setting: Las Vegas - Approaching Supermarket
Time/Day: February 2nd - 07:27 PM
With: The 'Good' Group

Mera shook her head a silent sigh of relief passing through her lips as the scene with Joshua, Tristan, and Sienna played out before her. Walking up to them she pokes her head out to see how far Walmart was. "Whats done is done, lets just focus on getting supplies and out of this bloody city. I dont like leaving anyone behind Sienna, even one with your skills its easy to get overrun with these creatures. We should all go together and keep close so nobody gets picked off or left behind. What do you say Tristan?" Her soft and airy voice was punctuated by a light Australian accent that got thicker with the tension, her tone was serious and methodical as her peridot green eyes look back toward their small group.

Esmeralda had her short sword - Thanatos, strapped to her hip in its scabbard, ready to be drawn at a moment notice as her hand rests against the hilt. Her first aid supplies were located in her slightly roughed up black and grey backpack, along with some food and water amongst other things. The gunshot unsettled her, not just for the fact that it could be a enemy survivor, but it would attract the walkers toward the noise. Aka them and whoever shot it 'What an idiot....'

 

[Mr.Scales ⚖]

Setting: Las Vegas approaching supermarket
Time is: February 2nd 7:27
With: The Good Group ​

Darren watched as Tristan went after Joshua, Darren took that opportunity to go see his family a foot away from him, His wife had his daughter on her shoulder facing behind them, His son holding his mothers hand,"Are you alright?" He said to his wife "Yeah i'm alright, But A.J is really hungry, And we need somewhere for Laurie to sleep" The woman sighed, Darren hugged her and looked over at the market, "Were going to the market, We just have to wait for most of the walkers to leave okay" His wife nodded and he walked to the front, He looked back at the family,


Then all of a sudden a bullet shot shoots close to the allie, "Stay back" He ran to the side of the ally peaking out of the corner, Seeing Joshua on the ground, And Tristan picking him up, When Tristan brought him back, "Damn man, You need to watch your back not everyone can be watching you 24/7" His hands on his hips when he said those words and sighed. He grabbed his Axe out out of his bag and sad behind the corner, As Travis told them about his idea. Darren smiled and nodded,"Whenever you're ready."

 

[Pyralithia]

Archaeologist/Ex-Marine, aqua

Setting: Las Vegas - Palms Casino Hotel
Time/Day: February 2nd - 07:27 PM
With: The 'Bad' Group

Grey really wanted this month long nightmare to end, he made a thousand promises to whatever god there was out there that he would not watching zombie movies while stuffing his face with candy before bed. But the impossible was still in front of him, moaning in a very zombie-fashion as it tried to eat his flesh from his bones. Grimacing he stabs forward in one swift motion with his Bowie impaling the face of the undead a good 5 inches, its eyes roll back in its head before it collapses to the floor to its final death. Sliding his Bowie out he wipes the blood and brain matter off on a torn up couch quickly before squeezing Melody's hand, he wasnt letting go of his sister unless there was no other choice.

Right now they were next to the elevators inside a Casino, he'd come in hopes of some supplies before making his way out of the city with Melody but it seemed he wasnt the only one with that idea. With all the people these people in one place making tons of noise like idiots it inevitably attracted a horde of the disgusting undead trapping them inside. Gnashing it teeth he starts backing away toward the elevators pulling Melody along with him firmly but gently. Looking down at her his chocolate brown eyes show concern and love for his sibling. "Okay Mel stay close, dont leave my side. The monsters are coming again but I'll protect you, k?" His voice was deep and smooth but held a light French accent, his tone determined but soft.

"This WAY!!." Grey's head whips around in search of the shout, spotting a black man holding a door open to the stairway 'Guess that means the elevators are out.' Calculating this would be his and Melody's best chance he scoops the little blonde haired girl up with one arm holding her against his chest as he dashes through the open door, his other hand still holding tight to his Bowie. Ascending the stairs with amazing speed considering the extra weight from Melody and his backpack it was one of the perks of his military training. Once they were up a few floors the small group decided to hole up in a room, not the best option but its not like they had many. Grey followed them while keeping a tight hold on Melody, his breathing was a bit hard by the time they got into the room. Once he knew the room was secure for now he lets Melody down but keeps a hold of her small hand.

Looking to the others in the room his intense gaze stops on the black man that helped them through the door "Hey thanks for that back there. As for what is this....God if I know, apparently someone had a brilliant idea of recreating Resident Evil...In real life." His gruff voice starts off thankful but ends sarcastic and bitter

 

[Mr.Scales ⚖]

Setting: Las Vegas Casino
February 2nd, 7:25 PM
The Bad Group

Ray

The clock ticked loudly, As the rest of the house was silent. A man sat on a brown leather chair. He had a green gas mask with a brown hoodie. He sat staring the clock, Not moving. Three knocks came from the down stairs. The man smiled underneath the mask. He stood up and took of the gas mask setting it on the chair. The man walked down the stairs and saw a girl,Maybe in her late thirties. He walked to the door and answered it. "Hello?" Ray answered with a fake and devious smile. "Oh my god thank you for answering, There's walkers after me, Can you let me stay here for the night?" The woman said as She looked behind her for walkers. "Yeah sure come in." Ray moved out of the way so that the girl can come through. She ran through and Ray closed the door behind them. "I'm Rachel, Thank you for saving me" The women giving him a hug after saying the words. He then put one hand of her back and gave a yet another devious smile. "I'm Ray, I wasn't going to just let you die like those, 'monsters' Right" They lent out of the hug and her eyes looked around the room "I'm guessing you found this place recently?"The women says to him "Yeah, You can say that, Well the upstairs is private but you can leave your stuff in the bedroom across the hall" Ray pointed at the hall across from them. The women nodded and went into the bedroom, He then went and sat on the couch near the doorway, And eventually falls asleep.

7:32 AM February 2nd​

The woman got curious and walked out of the room, Making sure that Ray was still asleep. Rachel made her way to the upstairs. She went to the only bedroom upstairs and tried opening the doorknob. The door wouldn't open, So she takes out a paper clip and puts in in the lock, After finally opening the door. She walked in and stopped emotionless. She walked through the doorway and saw a wall full of pictures of people. "You shouldn't of done that" Ray appears at the doorway. Rachel looks right away at the voice. seeing Ray at the doorway. He had a rag in his hand and started walking towards her. The girl tries to run, and Ray runs after her. He eventually gets her and gets her in a choke hold. He holds the chloroform rag on her nose and mouth and she slowly passes out "Don't worry i'll save you" The last words she heard as she slowly passed out. Ray put her passed out body on her shoulder and walked to the bathroom grabbing his gasmask.

3:48 PM​

Ray walked out with the girl on his shoulder. a Gray bag was tied to her head. Ray had his gasmask on his head. And was covered with Blood on his Coat and pants. His other hand was holding a machete with blood dripping down from it. He walked outside and put the girl down. He takes the bag off and sees that the girl was a walker. She had several cuts in his stomach and had one hand. He then walked back in the house and grabs his duffel bag off his sofa and walks up the stairs. Ten minutes later he takes all the photos off the wall and puts them in the duffel bag. He zips the bag up and proceeds out the door. As he walks out he sees Rachel as a walker. He walks to the now infected walker and holds it's head. Hes smiles and kisses her head "Good bye my creation" He then pushed her down and started walking away.

7:25​

Ray approached the Casino. Seeing walkers were getting to the main doors, He heard yelling and crying. He needed somewhere to stay for the night but couldn't go through the main doors. He went to the side of the building seeing a ladder coming from a fire escape. He climbed up the ladder and walks to the first window to a motel room he can see, he sees a man smoking a cigarette and sitting at the wall. He took off the gas mask And put the mask into the duffel bag. he then zipped it back up and took a deep breath. He takes off his coat so the man doesn't see the blood all over it. He throws it down and fixes his shirt. He smiled and knocked on the glass."Hey asshole wanna let me in?!" He said to the guy raising his eyebrow.​

 

[Wopster]

Setting: Las Vegas - Walking around the city
Time/Day: February 2nd - 07:33 pm
With: Himself

Adam sang as he walked down the street, a bottle of home made whiskey in one hand, a bow in his other and his iPod blasting music through his headphones. He had been saving the battery's but when the tiny refugee camp,that was out on the outskirts, was overrun he thought 'fuck it'. A month ago he had come to this shit pile of a city for an archery show. And now here he was walking, drinking ,singing and trying to not get killed by the dead. That thought made him smile slightly. Oh the world was fucked up. Everyone he knew was dead, all he had was a bow, 12 arrows, 1 and half bottles of shit whiskey and a packet of beef jerkey. Damn he needed some food. Luckily he wasn't too far from a Walmart. Maybe there would be a bit left after everyone ransacked it. He was putting his bottle of whiskey in his small backpack when he heard a gunshot, it came from the same direction as the supermarket. He slung his bag over his back, made sure the arrows were sticking out, and ran towards the people. He heard more shots and then he saw it a second before he heard it, people being eaten alive by the dead mother fuckers. He wanted to kill all of them but he needed his arrows so he turned his back on them and started walking to the Walmart. "If I find any more booze there I'm getting as drunk as possible". He said to no one.

 

[Bsb_Sooo]

Las Vegas
February 2nd, 7:28 PM
"Good" Group
Approaching WalMart

JOSHUA P.O.V

"Stupid. Fucking stupid," Joshua thought. He could of sworn he saw Ken begin to make a move and he instinctually began heading out. But Joshua didn't dare say this, making excuses would have just made him look desperate and might of come off as him simply blaming Ken for his idiotic mistake. He had most likely just adjusted his posture to remove the weight from his left leg. And even if Ken had moved, he wasn't the leader. "Sorry," Joshua whispered as the groups rejoined with Triston and Sieena at the wrecked car. His eyes were drawn to the shards of the car's window surrounding the car. He began to pick the larger shards of glass and place them in the front pocket of his backpack, which held the knifes which he had collected over the course of the apocalypse. He held one of these in each hand, prepared to strike on either side of him. The others he had were backups in case Joshua was unable to retrieve a knife from a walker's skull in time. He had also been practicing throwing them, but with little success.

As the group proceeded to the next car, Joshua couldn't help but fell guilty that they were taking advantage of another group's misfortune. Of course it would of be retarded not to, but it still didn't feel morally right, even if they couldn't have done anything to help. But he didn't have time to dwell on this subject as a Walker reached out of the car window, and grabbed Claudia.

 

[Akashi]

T R I S T A N, #339966

Setting: Las Vegas - Approaching Supermarket
Time/Day: February 2nd - 07:29 PM
With: The 'Good' Group​

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He listened to both Sienna and Esmeralda, while looking over his shoulder, and gazing back at the group. He was especially worried about the youngsters in their group, and just what Darren said. They needed rest, but in their current situation, that was very hard to get. Looking at both the females, he spoke up. "I have to agree with Esmeralda here, Sienna. I'd rather not have anyone else die by the hands of those creatures, or anything else. We can't afford to split, honestly." He finished, but with a concerned expression.

Everything was pretty much haywired in the city. "I don't know what we're actually dealing with here, but we cannot let something like that get their hands on us. Every life matters.." He obviously cared for them, but at the same time, surviving was his number one priority. And being with a group was the best way to do so.

His hazel eyes locked onto Sienna. From their short time together, having someone like her in the group for the long haul would be for the best. Her knowledge with guns would definetly come in handy in their current situation. "Sienna, I'd rather have you, along with everyone else, get inside the market. We'll use the current distraction to get our hands on any bags, packs or anything that can be filled with supplies. And obviously any tool we can turn into a weapon.." He finished, before he looked at the rest.

"Anyhow, Joshua, don't worry. We'll make it..." He denounced, before looking at Claudia, and the rest. "We should get going.." The group nodded in agreement, and Tristan held the only "weapon" he had in his hand tighter, as they crouched from one car to another. However, it did not take long before the situation got out of hand. One of the dead bodies inside a car they were hiding behind had turned into a walker, who popped out only to grab Claudia by her arms. He was obviously on the front side of the car, so he wasn't able to notice it right away.

Looking back, his eyes, widened. "Shit.. A walker..." He exclaimed, as he pushed himself off of the car and quickly walked over to Claudia. Dropping the useless briefcase he always had with him, he tried to push Claudia away from the walker. It could clearly be seen that the creature before them wanted to eat her, as it made the disgusting growling sounds. Trying to bite her or anyone in its range. Tristan held Claudia around her chest with his left arm, trying to pull her off of the walkers grasp, but at the same time, without thinking, he used the dull pipe in his hand and continously smashing the arm of the creature, which was extremely rotten.

He kept going as he turned around, especially towards Darren, who had an axe with him. "DARREN!! Use your axe to smash its face! That's where they're vulnerable!!" He stated, but at the same time, he looked at everyone in the group to help, but in that moment, his strength was focused on keeping Claudia away from the walker before them.

 

[PrincessLala95]

Claudia Paige Gilbert

Las Vegas
February 2nd, 7:29PM
Good group
Approaching Walmart

Claudia was moving quietly along with the group. Her face felt grimy, streaked with dried tears, dust, and a little bit of dirt. She wiped the back of one hand on her skirt and rubbed it against her face, sighing. All she wanted was a hot shower, was that really so much to ask? She gazed quietly around at her companions, listening to them as they spoke in hushed voices about their plans to get into the Walmart. She let out a light sigh, and suddenly a soft shriek as she felt something grab at her arms. Her head snapped around to see what it was and her pretty brown eyes went wide as she saw the hideous beast inside the car behind her, reaching out the window and pulling on her arms.

She began to pull away, trying to get her arms free of its grasp. She balled her hands into fists so that it couldn't get her fingers anywhere near its mouth, and a whimper left her lips as she fought against it. For a dead guy, the monster certainly had a firm and forceful grip. Her gaze fell on Tristan as she heard his words, and as panicked as she was, she couldn't help but be momentarily pleased that the attractive man was trying to help, trying to push her from the grip of the groaning monster. She began to pull as Tristan's arm wound its way around her, hoping that between the two of them, they could free her from the rotted hands that gripped her forearms.

She winced as Tristan began to bash at the monster's arm with the dull pipe in his free hand. As frightening and ugly as these beasts were, they had once been human, and seeing the brutality with which they had to be beaten always made her feel uneasy and almost nauseous. For a moment, she considered lifting her foot and kicking, perhaps resting the bottom of her foot on the side of the car for more leverage, but watching the monsters jaws gnashing about in its attempts to bite something - anything - she decided that it was a bad idea. As she heard Tristan asking Darren to come and help, her brown eyes shifted to fall upon the tall firefighter with the axe in his hands. She bit her lip, continuing to pull away, hoping that Darren would come to their aid soon with his axe. She hated that she had to be so close to it when it happened - and she had seen it happen before, she knew that the blood would splatter and she'd probably end up with some of it all over here - but she'd much rather end up bloodied and upset than bitten and dead.

 

[ClaireRae]

7-Eleven, E Twain Ave, Las Vegas, NV
February 2nd, 7:40 PM
Alone

Matthew walked around the gas station in the dark, his flashlight dim and running low on batteries. He searched the aisles for battery packets, but only found one packet of double-A's. Which wouldn't fit his mini LED. Matthew frowned, and turned off the flashlight, hoping to conserve it's batteries. He tried his find his way back behind the counter, moving slowly in the moonlight.

Suddenly, something brushed against his elbow, making him jump back, his other hand knocking down a stand.

Crash. The metal stand fell to the floor, scattering the lottery tickets that were on it in different directions. Matthew grabbed his flashlight, looking for what had brushed against him. His light shined upon the counter top, revealing a large teddy-bear, with a "Las Vegas, Nevada" t-shirt on. The bear's beady eyes reflected the light from his flashlight, giving him an eerie look. Matthew ears filled with the sound of hands banging on glass, and his heart dropped down into his stomach. He directed the light onto the store entrance, only to have the light reflected in another set of eyes. A walker banged on the door, it's mouth opening at the sight of Matthew, trying to eat him through the glass barrier that protected him. Another walker came up to the storefront, following the other's lead. Matthew panicked, turned and ran, slipping on the glossy lottery cards scattered on the tile floor. He fell forwards, hitting his chin, pain shooting through his face. He scrambled up, not caring about the pain, and ran to crouch behind the counter. His eyes started to water, fearing the worst. He quickly stuffed the map in front of him into his transformers backpack, along with the bottle of water he had found earlier. He sat down, trying to calm himself. A single tear rolled down his cheek, and he quickly brushed it off with the back of his hand.

Be strong, he told himself, You have to be strong. For Mom, and Dad, and Ellie.

 

[The Dapper Mog]

Sebastian McManus

Setting: Las Vegas - Palms Casino Hotel
Time/Day: February 2nd - 07:27 PM
With: The 'Bad' Group

It was all a blur. Random sequences of movement and sounds, little of which seemed even remotely coherent. By the time Sebastian knew where he was again he had already been sitting against the wall for a few minutes. The walkers, he recalled, had managed tp get inside the casino, where he had decided to take an untimely break from his voyage home. This break was caused by an injury he sustained during a crossfire about a week ago. By his count, this bloody outbreak had been going on for a month. A whole month now that he has been away from his little girls. That realization was more painful than the throbbing in his shoulder. The man gently touched his left shoulder, applying gentle pressure in hopes of easing the pain.

Truth is, he was lucky. The bullet barely grazed him, and he still had full use of the arm. Just hurt like hell to use it for much. Small bits of the last few minutes began to clear in his mind. He followed a man and a small group of survivors through the building and into a room, a room that they were presently attempting to hide in and make somewhat defensible. He glanced over to the two men speaking, and the young girl across the room. She was right around his oldest daughter's age, probably a little older. How horrid it was to see someone so young in a place like this.

A slow groan escaped his lips as he stood up, taking a few steps towards the two men whom were apparently conversing about whatever the devil was going on out there. As if any of them could really understand it. "It's hell." Sebastian interjected, his voice frail, but stern in a way. "I can't imagine a more fitting image of it, can you?" The minor accent would likely be noticeable, but at least it wasn't as bad as it was when he was young.

Turning away, he decided to make an effort to find something productive to do. The room seemed like a regular suite, which meant no easy way out. Odds are, they would have go try and sneak out through the back, or hope that in a while the bulk of the walkers would wander off. His fingertips touched the handle of his c96, and he feared that they would likely have to shoot their way out of this place. Either way, he wasn't going to die until he found them.

The teenager across the room was clearly frightened, and who could blame her? They all were. Part of him really wanted to comfort her, however, another urged him not to bother her. Last thing she needed right now was to be pitied by some strange man with daughter issues. Still, even a kind word could go a long way. He looked to her, taking a few steps over to her, mustering his most comforting smile he could.

"Try not to fret too much. We'll make it out of here. Are you okay?" He asked with genuine concern. That coughing didn't sound good, and he had a feeling that any illness these days could be lethal. Sebastian gently pushed his glasses up, getting a better look at the rather out of place young woman. Just then, he hears the rapping on the glass, coming from one of the Windows. A man was on the fire escape, asking to be let in. That was good and bad news. Good, because now they had an easy escape route. Bad, because now this jackass has shown up. Between his polite attitude and a generally bad vibe, Sebastian had a strong feeling the two would not get along. If it were up to him, that window would remain closed.​

 

[Lyra Meiko]

Setting: Las Vegas - Palms Casino Hotel
Time/Day: February 2nd - 07:30 PM
With: The 'Bad' Group
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Mary's muffled fit of coughing seemed to last for a bit, without anyone noticing. At this moment, she knew she had to focus on her breathing. She had not had an asthma attack in many years, so if she did stop breathing, it would be because she was in a state of panic right now. She needed someone to put an arm around her, someone to tell her things would be okay. She had been looking for someone like that for an entire month now, with no luck. She was alone in this world, although there were many people around her. She could not bring herself to talk to anyone. She was scared of everyone in this room, she had learned to be afraid of everything.

When Mary was young, she was afraid of spiders. She was also afraid of the dark. She was especially afraid of spiders crawling around in the dark. You can imagine that when someone in her class told her that spiders crawl into your mouth at night, she could not sleep for an entire week. Remembering that fear made her feel foolish at this moment. The spiders, that were in her house at least, could not kill her like these monsters. The pit of fear in her stomach confirmed that the fear of these things was the true feeling of fear. This was a truly rational fear, that everyone in this room shared.

Although confirming that in her head, she could not bring herself to look anyone in the eyes. Like mentioned earlier, she was scared of every single person in this room. She was always taught not to talk to strangers, but in a world where everyone living was a stranger, she did not know what to do. She had to talk to someone eventually. She could not deal with being alone anymore. She was the type of person that needed human warmth. It was moments like these that she wished she was more independent.

Her thoughts were stuck in a cycle of scolding herself, until someone interrupted the ringing in her hears. Although her head was hanging down due to tire, she forced it to shoot up and let her large, innocent brown eyes lock with the eyes of the man who walked up to her. Her vision was a bit hazed, as she was tired and coughing. Her breaths were short and heavy. Sweat was forming on her forehead. She was scared of this man too, but she could see he was smiling. She could not help but hope that he was kind.

She listened to his soft words, he telling her not to worry herself to tiredness like she was at the moment. These words were kind and soothed her ears. They were exactly what she needed. So, she did her best to reply to these words of hope.

"I-I...I hope we do. Thinking now, I don't know if going upward was such a wise idea, but the people here can think faster than I can...so they must be smart. I believe in them." She said, trying to laugh slightly as she softly insulted herself. Her words were quiet and shaky, but she seemed very gentle, truthful, and kind. She seemed especially happy that he approached her from the smile that grew slowly on her face.​

 

[AllisonHushx]

Las Vegas
Feburary 2nd~ 7:30
Approaching Walmart

To think it had only been a couple of weeks since she had last seen her father alive and kicking, made her heart hurt. Grieving though had become one of the many things she learned to accept. Natalia was not a woman that could actually survive something like this alone. Surely if she hadn't been with her father and sister there would have been no hope for her. Racing around Nevada with her little sister in tow, hadn't been easy. Though losing her, it was hit her the hardest. She was somewhere safe, that's all she can hope for. Someone out there was willing to take care of her and keep her safe.

Hope was a strange word for her to use however, she had seemed to abandon the word along with many things that she used to consider normal when the man up above decided to take a massive shit on all she ever held dear, and let the world erupt into ruin. Yeah, she would just blame someone who she never even believed in on all of her problems. It would all work out if she did that. Now here she stood, looking at the other members of her group with a new found dread.

Joshua decided to be a fucking idiot and run into the open street, as if nothing mattered anymore. Luckily Tristan was amazing enough to get him back safely. Though it didn't seem like the group's luck would last for long, because now Claudia was being attacked by one of those ugly creatures that roamed the grounds we all walked upon. "Fuck" She simply muttered, gritting her teeth. Watching on with a little more then horrified expression, she pushed Darren closer to the scene as if willing him to slam the axe down on the thing's head until it couldn't be recognized as ever being a thing.

Swallowing down her self processed fears and anxieties, she bit down on her lip. Hoping that everyone would make it out of this situation alive.​