The Walking Dead: Crossroads [IC]

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Las Vegas
7:30 February 2
The "Good"
Outside Walmart

Sienna looked from Esmerelda to Tristan. They had her over ruled in reference to the issue of entering the building together. She should have saw this coming since she had just given Joshua the speech of staying together. Of course, she had no intention of dying, not that anyone did. Thier concern for her, even if it were just a means to survive, warmed her heart if even for a moment. It reminded her she wasn't alone in this horror of a city that she was just trying to survive.

Suddenly, just as Tristan broke his gaze she heard a shriek from off to her side. A walker was in the car they were hiding behind and he had grabbed claudia. Tristan tried beating him off with a dull pipe , but it was not much use. Sienna placed her hand on her revolver that was strapped to her thigh, but thought against it. Claudia was too close to it's face. One wrong jerk from her could get a bullet in her head.

Tristan yelled for Darren to grab his axe. Leaping forward, she wrapped her arms around Claudia trying to help pull her away from the walker. With her right foot she kicked it against the mid section of the walker, and tried to use it as leverage. It was stronger than it appeared to be, as it continued lashing at them and snapping it's jaws together violently. She was able to pry the creature away from Claudia by just a few inches, as it still had it's arms around her. Sienna glanced back at Darren, "The...axe...!" She exclaimed through gritted teeth.
 
G A B R I E L, #993300
Setting: Las Vegas - Palms Casino Hotel
Time/Day: February 2nd - 07:31 PM
With: The 'Bad' Group​

He was leaning against the wall, while gazing at the ceiling. Wondering what the world had become, he took a few more drags off of his cigarette. Moments later, his attention was diverted towards the man before him. His brown eyes locked onto the young man who was holding a little girl. "Yeah, don't mention it.. It's the least I could do.." Gabriel sighed, before he considered the well being of the girl before him. The thrash can was next to the minibar fridge. Pressing the tip of the cigarette onto the palm of his left hand, he threw it inside the bin.

"Heh.. Tell me about it.." Gabriel stated, almost falling for the joke, though it definetly held some truth. Everything about the zombies from the media, the movies, the games, it all became their reality, their nightmare which was now a part of their daily life. But he was not in the mood to laugh for something like that.

Hearing another person in the hotel room uttering that this is nothing but hell, he couldn't agree more. "What he said..." Though the man with the glasses, for some reason seemed very odd to him, but then again, everyone was a stranger. No one in the room really knew one another, except maybe a few, Gabriel wouldn't know. Quickly shrugging the uneasy feeling there, he looked back at the young man before him.

"So.. That your kid?" He asked, before he decided to scan the room. Quite the few people had actually followed him up to the room, which he, during the situation earlier, unconsciously led them to. He in particular noticed the man in the glasses going over to a young girl, who was probably in her teens. She was alone, and definetly in a nervous state. He couldn't blame her, or any of the kids in the room with him. "Maybe coming here wasn't the best of a choice after all.."

It was a deciding factor for him though, he figured it would be better if the kids got something to cool their head with. Moving over to the minibar, he hoped that it wasn't empty. Crouching, he opened it and noticed a few bottles of adult drinks and two-three cans of coke. Tilting his head backwards, he gazed upon the man with the little girl. "I don't know if you drink, but I sure as hell could use one now.." He stated, before he picked up three bottles of beer and two cans of coke.

"This is definetly not what I expected to see, the walkers, that is.. Might as well make the best of it." He calmly denounced, before he extended one of the beer bottles to him, followed by him crouching down, looking at the nervous little girl. A simple smile came across his face, as to reassure her that she's atleast safe, for now.

"I bet you're thirsty..." The girl was somewhat hesitant to grab the can of coke from Gabriel, but she did in the end, as he stood up, he walked over to the man in the glasses and the teenager next to him. No matter what, Gabriel decided that it would be better to calm the people in the room to some degree so panic wouldn't ensue in case something unexpected like a walker appeared, or anything similar.

"Mr. Glasses.. Here, I bet you're craving for one.." He asked, extending a beer of bottle to him before he threw the last can of coke in from his hand towards the teenager, though softly, so she could catch it.

"Hey, kid.. Take this to quell your thirst.. But what Mr. Glasses said, will hopefully come true... And by the way, I'm Gabriel." He stated, before he opened his own beer and took a few sips. However, the day was full of surprises, and for some reason, he heard knocking on the window next to the fire escape.

"The hell?" He confusingly spoke up. Wondering what on earth a man was doing on the other side of the said window.

Gabriel approached the window, before he slid it open. Followed by him sliding his right hand in his pocket. "How'd you get here?" Gabriel asked, hoping for an answer. Maybe the man was there to help guide the folks out the room and out the damn casino. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed the fire escape, and possibly using it as a means to escape.
 
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Wilson Scott
Palms Casino Hotel, Las Vegas.
February 2nd, 7:25 pm.
The "Bad" Group
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It was a chaos. People running, screaming, trying to escape from their deaths. Some tried to barricade the entrance doors, others pushed their luck and tried to flee from the dead. But no one succeeded at their task, and soon enough, the walkers started walking through the casino, killing everyone inside. Wilson was running, his hand grasping Jane's, who's been holding Lisa by her side. How did this happen? How did he and his family end up in the middle of the city of Luck and second Chances? Wilson tried to remember. It has started, what, a month ago? He didn't know, he didn't check the calendar when the walkers started roaming around until now. Before all of this has even started, he was in New York, living his everyday life, not being bothered by anything or anyone. He never thought about it, but he really wanted to travel back in time to relive those peaceful days when he and his family could go to a picnic every sunday, when Lisa could go to school and chat with her friends...

But then everything went to hell. Since that moment, Wilson, Jane and Liz were driving through the states with the hopes to reach California, where it has been rumored that the population would be evacuated to the Hawaii Islands, far away from the chaos back at the continents. Sure, this information might be just some pointless attempt to bring hope to people, but nonetheless, they had to try. Unfortunately, when they've reached Nevada, the car had run out of gas in the middle of the desert, so they were forced to walk for the rest of the journey. And then they have arrived to this damned casino, and after that, the horde has appeared, leading us to the situation Will was in right now.

"Oh god, Will, what do we do?" Jane asked while tightly grasping Wilson's hand and keeping Lisa by her side. They were the only reason why Will didn't give up his hopes on surviving, and he didn't even dare to think what would happen if he'd lost them.

Wilson quickly glanced around, looking for anything that could help them escape from the chaos they were in. Then he has heard someone shouting, possibly a man, but he wasn't sure: "This WAY!!". He tried to find the source of the sound, and then his eyes fell on a man that was standing near the doors leading to the stairwell.

"Come on, Jane, follow me, and don't lose of sight of Lisa!" Will said while trying to follow the man in the suit.

They ran through the panicked crowd, avoiding any walkers along the way, and then they've climbed up the stairs to end up in a fancy apartment in one of the floors. There, they saw a small group of people, and among them, the man who shouted earlier.

"Hello, can we please stay with you?" Will asked, panting from all the running he was doing not long ago. "I've got a family to protect, and I wouldn't mind some help."
 
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Savannah "Nana", #754c8a
It was only six years into her sentence for killing Red.She never remembered peoples names, only nicknames she gave them.

Red was a good fighter, but sloppy and cocky. Two things that had pissed Nana off the most when they had first met. And that day she had been teased for the last time. By Red or by anyone in the industry. Even now she received letters from fans and others who hated her. Her match against Red had leaked and gone viral and everyone in the world knew that in five minutes, Nana had beaten Red to death. What the video did not show was that Nana had made the call for the cops. She had called for paramedics, for cops and when they had come, she had told them she would go quietly and she would confess to everything so long as she did not go to court. And like clockwork, within a week of Red's death, she was sentenced to 18 years in prison and was shipped off.

And even in Prison people tried to fuck with her. But it didn't take long for everyone to figure out all she wanted was to be left alone and anyone who interfered with that would end up on the wrong end of her fists. But she was respected, because she didn't deny anything. She told the truth and she was serving her time. All she asked for was to serve it quietly.

Setting: Florence McClure's Correctional Felicity, Las Vegas, Nevada
Time/Day: January 2nd, 2:39 pm
With: Alone

She remembered the day when all hell broke out in the yard.

Nana was working on a motor in her spare time and all of a sudden she heard screaming and then gun shots. Everyone around her ran to go see what was going on, but she went to the windows and looked out, watching as the dead feasted on the living. But what disgusted her more was the sound.

The screaming and the gun shots and the snarling.

It all pissed her off.


Lucky for her, she was the last thing the guards were worried about as she walked down the halls, free, carrying a monkey wrench used to open the large valves that held gas for the machines she worked on.

She wasn't going to become a fucking meal.

The monkey wrench she carried was heavy but it was enough to break open the doors of the kitchen. One good hit and the padlock busted right off. Nana was glad because the sharpest knives were in the kitchen and she wasn't going to be able to get back to her cell to gab her shank. Grabbing a few of the knives, hiding one in her shoe, wrapping another in a towel and tucking it away for later she turned to leave when she was face to face with them.

Moaning and shuffling towards her.

"Disgusting," she whispered out loud, more to herself, because of the rank smell that filled her nose.

Nana used the monkey wrench to bash three of the walkers heads in but that rendered the wrench useless, when it became stuck in their tangled bodies. Now she was left with another five. But she was faster then they were and she let it go, jumping onto the metal tables, just in time to move out of reach of one of the creatures arms. She hopped from table to table, leading the dead in a circle, away from the door, until she bolted.

Out the door once more and into the hallway and running away from the dead that were sure to follow after her.

The alarm was wailing and there was screaming and gun fire but she focused on her breathing and the moaning. The moaning was what told her when they were close. How was she going to survive this? These questions were for a later time, when the dead were not trying to pin her down and eat her.

With a lot of luck and a good few thrusts of her knife into a few dead in her way, Nana made it out to the yard and was shocked to see how the dead had made it in. The fence had been torn down by a truck that had crashed into the wall of the facility, leaving a gaping hole in the wall and in the fence. There was a dead creature fighting to get out of the truck but it was trapped inside. It was still hard to believe these things were in... but they were in alright, most had already left the yard for the prison itself, but the few that remained turned their sights onto her.

She didn't stay to let them make her their dinner. Nana ran towards the gaping hole in the fence and ran out to the road. The sun was high in the sky and the dry, hot air wasn't helping either, but she needed to get out of there and someplace safe. And she decided to run towards the city.

"There's gotta be a gas station or someplace I can hide in for a few days," she thought out loud to herself before she focused her breathing and began her run.

Setting: 711/EXON Gas station
Time/Day: January 4th, 4:02 am
With: Alone

Nana had spent the last two days killing the dead that came near her and running when the group of dead was too large for her to handle and now was one of those times. She had fallen down a hill, not too big of a hill, but she landed on her shoulder wrong and dislocated it. Not to mention loosing one of the knives she had taken with her from the prison. She was still in the prison jumpsuit but now it was stained with brownish black blood of the dead. She had yet to attack any of the living nor had any of the living been anywhere near her.

All she has heard for the last two days is that blasted moaning and all she wanted was silence.

But she took off running as fast as her feet could take her to the only building she could see in the area. The sun was still rising and it was still freezing out but she was sweating from adrenaline and pain, well she would be in a moment. Her hair was pushed back as she ran , cradling her arm against her as she ran to the bathroom, kicking the door open and pushing the door open, slamming it shut behind her. But when she tried to lock it she almost let out a frustrated yell. instead she plopped down in front of the thick metal door and waited for the inevitable pounding. What she did not expect was the sound of a gun cocking.

Her eyes looked up to lock with a man, clad in a biker's attire, holding a gun at her. But before he could shoot, the moaning and banging began. And she pulled out the last of her knives, setting it down a moment before popping her arm back into place with a sickening pop.

"Let's get rid of them the decide what to do with each other," she offered up in a whisper to the male. She really did not want to die... and she realized she didn't want to be alone either.

Setting: Streets of Vegas
Time/Day: February 2nd, 7:19 pm
With: Joseph Olefric

Almost a month with this guy and she could count how many sentences she had said to him on her fingers. It was her fault, she knew this. She didn't like to talk. She preferred to keep quiet or fight, or fuck, but at the moment only one of those was a priority. Nana did, however, watch Joe's back. And she made sharp weapons out of anything she could get her hands on, perks of being in prison and making shanks to protect herself. She only used her knife as a last resort.

They'd moved on from the freeway and into the city to gather supplies, keeping to the outskirts where there were less walkers. They had gotten into a clothing store and she had changed out of her jumpsuit into a simple pair of thick jeans and a shirt and a good leather jacket and a hoodie for night time.It was safest for them to sleep on the roofs but they always took turns and Nana never slept without holding her knife in her hand.

While hiding behind a turned over car, Nana was looking at a broken off piece of metal and she reached out for it, grabbing it and pocketing it quickly, glad they were not caught just yet.

"Hey. Nana, in here" Joe's whispered words caught her attention quickly and she followed after him into the pawn shop. And after a quick sweep, they took shelter behind the counter to eat. Nana remained crouched and she waited, preferring to take turns eating then eating all at once, it was safer that way. Her eyes looked to him barely glancing at the gun. She knew very little about guns, but she did know somethings. When a gun belonged to a cop and when it belonged to a supposed criminal. Joe was so not a biker.

"When we finish eating we should sweep the pawn shop, see if we can find some water, or at least canteens, food, more amo for your gun, maybe something else for me to use against the walkers. A bat or something," she whispered softly to Joe as she looked around, her hand fiddling around with the piece of metal she planned to make into a makeshift shank.


{Note to Self: Color Code for Nana #754c8a}

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Melody "Mel", #7ac4ae
The screaming...


There was so much screaming.


Mommy was screaming and so was daddy....


And all she did was watch... she hid ontop of the shelves in the garage, holding daddy's hammer while monsters ate mommy and daddy. Melody couldn't but start crying and then they started to come for her. Arms reaching up for her and she squirmed away as best as she could pushing herself against the wall. The horrible sounds the banging of the shelves and the moaning. Melody just wanted it to go away. She wanted the monsters to go away. And all of a sudden the shelf stopped moving and she heard a familiar voice calling to her. It was her brother. He saved her from the monsters.

Setting: Las Vegas, Palms Casino Hotel
Time/Day: February 2nd, 7:27 pm
With: The 'Bad' Group/Grey Crusnix

It had been a month since Grey had found her hiding on the top shelf in their family's garage, clutching onto their fathers hammer, covered in their parents blood. She knew their parents were dead, but Grey would never tell her the truth, even though she remembers what happened, she tries not to. After that day, they packed what they could and left, leaving the city and running and hiding when they could.

Every time they stopped Melody found herself spending her nights drawing what happened that night or what her brother does. She never screams or cries. She never looks away even though Grey tells her to. Every time the monsters come, she watches as Grey kills the monsters and then she draws what happens that night. But she doesn't keep the drawings, not wanting to keep things that would slow them down. Although she picks up any new notebooks she sees and she packs them away. It is the only thing her brother doesn't say anything to her about, so long as she makes room for food and water she can keep her notebooks for drawing.

Melody remembered what they had for breakfast that morning. Some water, black berries from the supermarket and they shared a protein bar. She pretended to be full so her brother could eat some more. He was doing all the hard stuff, he deserved to eat more.

Trying her best to keep up with Grey, Melody ran with him into the Casino, but they weren't expecting so many people to be there and then the gun shots. The screaming and panic caused too much noise and Melody couldn't help but yelp softly and grip onto Grey's hand as the bad smell that haunted her nightmares filled the casino. "Grey... the monsters are coming again," she whispered softly to her brother. If she ever spoke now, it was most likely a whisper, and this one was lined with fear as the screams of the living being eaten filled her ears and she felt frozen once more. It reminded her of that day with her mommy and daddy.

But her brother was strong and while holding onto her with one arm he killed a monster with one arm, stabbing it in the head with his big knife. Her eyes watched as the monsters eyes rolled back into its head before it fell to the ground, no longer moving.

Cleaning the blade, they backed away towards the elevators but the buttons weren't lighting up. Melody whimpered and moved closer to Grey, her other, free hand, gripping the hammer tightly. "Okay Mel stay close, don't leave my side. The monsters are coming again but I'll protect you, k?" She nodded her head. She won't leave his side. "This WAY!!." the yell caught her brothers attention, after knocking a few monsters back and away from them. Melody looked back to see the older man holding the door open. But suddenly she was yanked up into Grey's arms and he was running.

Melody watched, as people fell down and the monsters began to eat them and she felt her eyes water. This time, she hid her face in Grey's shoulder, hiding her face but counting as he moved until he stopped moving and a door slammed shut. She finally looked up as her brother let her down onto her own two feet, but she quickly hid behind him, looking around, her face although calm, clearly nervous and frightened.

Her eyes, large and watery, looked around the room at everyone's faces, wondering who everyone was, but keeping her curiosity to herself. "Hey thanks for that back there..." It was her brothers words that caused her to look back at him and then to the man who had called for them to follow him. He had brown colored skin and brown eyes and he looked kinda scary but not scary in the bad way. Scary like her daddy or her brother, Grey. Her eyes continued to watch the man who had helped them, who had saved them from the monsters. But she looked back around the room at the other people, unsure of who they were dealing with. She only trusted Grey... maybe the man who had saved them and the girl with pretty hair.... but everyone else she was unsure of.

Melody was holding onto her brother's pants, looking around at everyone before hiding her face once more. Her hand continued to hold onto her brother hand in return never wanting to let go. He was the only family she had left.

Before she knew it, the man who had saved them was handing her brother a can of something to drink and was now kneeling down in front of her, holding a can of coke. "I bet you're thirsty..." He was right about that. She was really thirsty but she was still hesitant. But after a few moments, she took the can of coke from the man with her free hand. "Th-Thank you," she whispered to him before he stood up once more and left to go give out other drinks.

With one hand she fumbled a little until she opened the can herself and took a sip of the drink.

Melody seemed to calm down but then there was a knocking at the glass window and everyone turned, tension resuming in the room. She almost dropped the coke Gabriel had given to her. But she looked at the man that was outside the window and she tugged at Grey's hand. "The monsters will smell him," she whispered to Grey softly. If one thing was good about Melody it was that she remembered things that had happened to them in the past and, together, they learned from that.


{Note to Self: Color Code for Mel #7ac4ae}
 
Sebastian McManus
Setting: Las Vegas - Palms Casino Hotel
Time/Day: February 2nd - 07:30 PM
With: The 'Bad' Group


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Another pair had shown up, asking to take refuge with them. Sebastian immediately noticed that the young man had a little girl with him. So many children here. It was awful, yet it have him hope for his children. Maybe they managed to hole up in their apartment, or maybe his friend Ricky had managed to get to then and watch after them. Unfortunately, the odds were against them.

The man in the black suit was kind enough to offer him a drink, something that he certainly couldn't refuse. "Oh, thanks, mate." Sebastian responded politely, taking the bottle and opening it to take a quick drink before looking back to the girl he had consoled. It wasn't for another moment that he realized he had been called "Mr. Glasses".

The man had given the girl a can of soda, so at least she had something to drink. Still, that name..."My name is Sebastian. Thanks again for the drink, Gabriel." Sebastian replied politely, merely replaying the man's name to help him remember it. He spoke softly, the depth of his voice apparent but not gruff. His voice could be comforting or intimidating as the situation called. Now that he had the man's name, he decided to address the young girl again. Sebastian crouched down, offering her his smile again, it coming a little easier now. "And what's your name?"

The girl had spoken to him, saying she hoped he were right, something he himself hoped. More so, she berated herself, which was something that he constantly hounded his daughters not to do. "You shouldn't talk about yourself like that. Like I tell my daughters, if you're wise enough to know that you have faults, then are no fool. And don't you worry. Those things don't seem to handle heights very well. If we planned on staying here, I'd say we destroy the stairs."
 
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Joseph, red

Setting: Pawn Shop of Vegas
Time/Day: February 2nd, 7:31
With: Nana


His mind wasn't on Nana as he slowly chewed on the granola bar, his eyes seemed to be focused on her, but he was really thinking about something else. He was slowly chewing, savoring the flavor and if he still needed to eat. If he felt full, then he wouldn't finish the bar as he could save it for later. His mind was already making plans on what they should do if they were attacked in here, but it was useless. A lot of the plans he needed was to trust Nana and he didn't trust her quite yet, and he was sure she didn't quite trust him. The silence was also annoying him, his attempts in finding another human so he could talk whenever it was safe was practically non-existent with this woman and he felt like he was alone half the time when walking the streets of Las Vegas.

He idea wasn't a bad one, too look for things inside the Pawn Shop. Though he judged by how things were broken and smashed, shelves tipped over and everything else. He felt like someone or more than one person already raided this Pawn Shop. There was always something left behind though. No one could clean out a store by themselves, no matter how badly they needed everything in it. His jaw clenched as he finished the bar of granola and really looked at her now. "Yeah. We should." He was whispering as well, and he couldn't remember when whispering was like second nature instead of just talking now. Every word that came out, no matter how peaceful it was at the time was now a whisper.

He focused on Nana before reaching into the duffelbag that they found and pulled out a granola bar. He reached over and handed it to her, not throwing it as they made that mistake one time where Nana threw him a bottle of water and he wasn't expecting it to be thrown. So it crashed against a car and made a loud thumping noise for just a few Walkers in the general area to hear. Nothing major, they obviously got out alive.

As she began to eat the granola bar, he pushed himself out off the stool he was perched on, glancing around. His feet were wearing heavy leather boots, so he had to be careful when walking quietly. Gun in hand, he began to walk farther into the Pawn Shop to look for anything specific. "There will probably be no ammo or even a gun here...unless this place wasn't raided" He whispered over to her before walking too far ahead.

He was right however, he got to the part of the store where the guns were. The glass for the cases were all smashed in, rifles, shotguns, assault rifles, and pistols were all taken. Not a single thing left. A few knives were left in the case, but he wasn't interested on closing in with a Walker.

Walking around the counter, he saw the man laying on the floor. Half of his face was gone and brain matter and blood were coating the floor and the counter. Whoever killed him, they must of had a dispute and the other guy won. He had a Remington Bolt Action Model 700 in his hands. He reached down and picked it up, as he suspected the magazine was laying on the floor empty and not a bullet for the gun was in sight. Guns were always the first choices to take in this kind of situation, so he was really walking on a thin line for the hopes of actually finding ammo or even another gun. He set the gun down quietly, it would just be extra weight and wouldn't be any help if they didn't find ammo for it.

Searching the Guns & Ammo section first, he decided now to head over to the sporting equipment for a bat like Nana suggested. His eyes scanned over the tipped over shelves, looking for anything of use and he swore he saw a handle of a bat underneath a fallen shelf, but he wasn't sure. Glancing his surroundings first, he got onto his knees and peered under the shelf and it was a bat! It was just trapped underneath the damn shelf. "Nana...we need to lift this shelf. There is a bat there..." He whispered towards her general direction, hoping she would hear him or hear something and come looking for him.
 
Las Vegas, 7:32

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It was a simple day really, a day of relaxation, nothing else on her mind. Though those ideas were short lived, her father grabbing her hand and throwing her into the car. The infection had become worse, there was not a chance people were ever going to be normal again. She watched her town pass by, the gas mileage slowly lower, her sister mumbling something to herself. Zero hope. This was it. This was how everyone was going to die. Clutching onto the edge of the seat, she hummed something to herself. Anything to keep her relaxed.

That was almost four months ago, since then she had watched her father get torn apart in front of her. Her sister's deafening pleas, trembling and shaking. Her sister was such a baby! It was life or death for everyone. People were going to die, things were going to happen and the world was going to slowly change. Maybe even change much quicker then most people would like to admit. The chaos that went on around them, as her and her sister raced across the city searching for somewhere to go. A brow was raised and she found herself running into the casino, rushing through the crowds of people and standing on top of one of the various pool tables. Maybe a pool stick to lodge through their head would be beneficial. Though as she searched the area, there didn't seem to be one. Hearing someone shout over the deafening screams of people being torn into shreds, and the snarling and growling of these less then human creatures, she jumped off the table and towards the stairwell. "Thank's Mister" She called down to him, racing into the empty room that everyone else had filed into.

There was a lot of people in here, people of all ages. She couldn't help but feel bad for the little girl. She remembered when she was that small, so innocent and immature. Playing barbie dolls with her older sister and dressing up in princess costumes, dancing about the house. Those were the days she wishes she could go back too. Before the world decided to go to shit, lives being ruined in the process. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she set her head in her hands. Did she leave her sister just like that? Her sister was weak, but she could fend for herself. She would find someone to help her out, there was no going back for her now. Whether she was some sort of sick creature, or running around with a group of strangers just like she was. There was no going back for her, the world was in ruins. But for the first time in what seemed like a long time, she began to cry. Every single emotion that she was holding back was brought into those tears. The world was so unfair! Life was so unfair..everything was so unfair.

Looking over to the other people in the room, she watched the other guy knock at the window. What the ever loving skittles and cream was he doing out there? She had learned through time and experience that using snacks instead of curse words proved to be just slightly humorous. Once he was let in though, she couldn't help but feel a certain dread wash over her. He was big and scary looking, not her cup of tea really. Standing up, she moved towards the back of the room and decided to hang around in the corner. "What the hell are we going to do..." She paused, crossing her arms in front of her chest and leaning against the wall.
 
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Setting: Las Vegas - Palms Casino Hotel
Time/Day: February 2nd - 07:32 PM
With: The 'Bad' Group​

Mary stared intently at the can of room temperature soda that was tossed her way by the man who lead them all up to the hellishly hot hotel room. The room was hot to her at least, you could tell because sweat droplets had formed on her forehead, and were slowly dripping down the sides of her face. She wished the beverage had been chilled before being given to her, but then scolded herself mentally after remembering that she was lucky to get one of these in the first place. She had not had one since things were normal and somewhat peaceful in the world. As she looked at it, her eyes got a bit sad. Coke was her brother's favorite. They used to fight over the shiny red cans when they were younger.

With that in mind, she used one of her darkly painted nails to pop the tab and hear the sizzling of the not flattened soda. Running away from human eating monsters took up most of her time, so although she has been dieing too, she has not been able to paint a fresh coat on her nails recently. Because of that, the black polish was chipped and ugly in her eyes. Maybe if the zombies left, she would take the tiny filled bottle out of her make up filled backpack and she would paint her nails over. She even thought for a moment that she could paint the nails of the rest of the girls in this room. Especially the young girl, who she felt ever so bad for. Mary absolutely adored the idea of painting little hearts and flowers on the younger girl's nails, with her permission of course.

She lifted the warm can to her glossy lips, tilting it slightly so she could taste the tangy bubbles of dark liquid. It burned in her throat, but it was sweet and she missed the flavors of her past, so she could not stop herself from gulping half of it quickly. She had been a bit parched, and the caffeine gave her brain a rush. She wanted to stop herself from drinking so quickly, as she knew she would regret it later. She wanted to badly to savor the soda, but she could not slow down. She knew that this would just make her thirsty later, but she blocked her mental scoldings. Once a human had a little bit of a good thing, they just needed more and more. Mary was very human.

Once it was half way finished, she pulled it away from her lips and laid it on the ground next to where she was sitting, keeping her fingers wrapped around the top of it, like she was afraid someone would take it if she removed her hand. She had not been listening to the men around her talk; but she started to as the tangy, sour flavor of the coke left her mouth. They were just greeting each other really, and asking if one another was okay. It was such a sweet thing to listen to, in Mary's mind. Soon, the kind man who approached her asked her name and leaned down in front of her. His was Sebastian, but the leader man had called him "Mr.Glasses." This nickname made her laugh softly. She would probably call him that as well, if it didn't bother him too much.

"My name is Mary," she said, being able to smile slightly for him. She liked her name, except for when her brother used to tease her about it. He used to bully her just a bit, saying that her name didn't suit her because she would never find someone who would want to marry her. He was normally kidding about this, he was just a tough brother who wanted his little sister to be tough too. Maybe he could predict something like this would happen, and he wanted her to be tough for days like these. Mary did wish that she became more tough like he wanted, but it seemed the opposite happened. Mary was kind, and weak.

Mary listened as the man scolded her, but in a manner that was for her best interest. He told her not to pick on herself over her thoughts. This was something she did a lot, normally in her head. She nearly ever verbally told people how she felt. She didn't like to upset the people around her with such things. In the heat of the situation, her thoughts just seemed to spill out in the moment when she scolded herself out loud. So, she apologized.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud..." She paused for a moment and thought, glancing back at the soda for a moment and then back towards him. She was able to keep eye contact with him most of the time, but looking at people directly made her uncomfortable, so her free hand would fiddle with her skirt and her eyes would glance around the room occasionally as she spoke.

She listened as he tried to reassure her. He told her that the creatures did not do well with heights, that made her sigh with relief.

"Well then, maybe it was a good idea to follow everyone up here." She replied and scoffed softly. "But I don't know about destroying the stairs. Staying here might be a good idea, but I don't remember seeing much edible food in this building, it's what I came here for." She explained. Her voice was still quiet, she could not bring herself to raise it any higher than she was already. Right after she said that, her stomach growled as well, which made her embarrassed and caused a blush to sweep across her face.
 
Las Vegas
7:31 February 2
Loner
Outside Walmart

Adam was now walking slower, his left hand gripping his bow, his right on the string ready to shoot if need be. He really didn't want to, he only had 12 arrows left and if he couldn't recover them or the shaft broke he would be screwed. He was no longer drinking and had a bit of his beef jerkey so he wasn't hungry. He was close to the Walmart now and he had seen it was in the middle of a zombie hot spot. But maybe the group that had been mutilated was keeping them distracted. He was walking along the street opposite when he heard the shouts and screams. He ran forward and saw it, a walker waking in a car, grabbing a women's arm, a man trying to bash it with a blunt pole. Adam got I to position, dropped his bag, stood up and drew back his bow. He watched for a moment then realised hoping his aim was still as good as it was back then.
 
Darren Chaplin
Setting: Las Vegas, Approaching Supermarket

Time/Date: February 2nd, 7:40 PM
With: Good Group



Tristan nodded to the group and Darren and his family followed. He stopped and held his family back." Alright you need to listen to me, bring the kids to the back doors of the Wal-Mart, Take this and protect yourself. I will find you guys after remember to go around the buildings so the people don't shoot, Okay" Darren handed her a pocket knife, Having the name William Burned on it. The woman hugged him and kissed him, and they left. Darren watched them leave and turned to the group. He then starts hearing Yelling In the distance.



Darren looked to his side and his eyes Widened At the sight. Claudia was getting attacked by a walker and Tristan and others were pulling her trying to save her. They yelled for Darren for his axe and he ran to them. When he approached them a foot away, He Raised his axe over his head and gave a grunt. The axe goes straight through the walker’s brain and it falls down. Causing the others to fall down with it, He pulls the axe out and gives a gentle smile “Sorry it took a while, But you must say that was a good h-“ He stops talking when a stray bullet hits his knee “Ah!” He falls to the ground holding his knee in pain.

"I got this i don't need help" Darren held the wood under the axe, Using the force to pull him up. The axe wabbles and He flls to his knees "Maybe i do need help, Claudia you okay?" Darren looked at where he was shot, It was behind the ankle and near the knee. Darren bit his lip in pain "Ha, Guess i was shot" He chucjled and looked at the ground/
 
Savannah "Nana", #754c8a
Her eyes shifted to the window. There had been a small horde in the area that morning, but they had shuffled towards what she assumed were gun shots in the distance. So far they had been very lucky with the dead. But she had seen what the dead could do, up close and from a far. And she wasn't talking about at the prison. There was a family that got attacked a few weeks ago and instead of going down to help, waking Joe, Nana made sure not to move or let the noise wake Joe. If it did he never said, but she never spoke about it in the morning. Instead she told Joe a horde was in that area so they had gone in the opposite direction.

She wondered if that made her a bad person? No, she knew they were dead. There was nothing the two of them could do. They had no weapons to help them with and from what she saw, the ones who were able to get away, were bit. They were gonna become like the walkers. Nana had spent hours just watching the walkers one night and this kid got bit, but got away from the walkers. Nana watched him die and then come back and she had woken Joe up so he could watch with her so he believed her. That was a week ago.

But still, they didn't trust each other, well, it looked like she didn't trust him, but in reality, she did. She took the granola bar, nodding in thanks, he handed to her and carefully opened it, taking a careful bite, not wanting to make too much noise as she chewed. But she watched as he stood up, taking each step carefully while holding his gun up. "There will probably be no ammo or even a gun here...unless this place wasn't raided" he whispered to her. He really wasn't doing a good job hiding the fact he was a cop.

Nana folded up the wrapper carefully. He probably didn't trust her because she was an ex-con, which she understood... but with all the shit that's hit the fan, they needed to get things out in the open. After we do the search and we get up-top, she thought to herself as she stood up to help Joe with the search, pocketing what was left of the granola bar. She'd eat more later, when she started her watch.

Pulling her knife out, the steel nice and clean, as she walked with him, looking out for his back while he inspected the gun cases. Nana remained vigilant, her eyes constantly moving around as he moved behind the counter. It was only the two of them and she really didn't want to be alone.

Her gut was bugging her, telling her to look down. So, tilting her knife, she used the reflective surface to look down. "Joe.... I see something on the floor... Watch my back. I think there bullets on the ground," she whispered, squatting down and waiting a moment before looking down, picking up the bullets, gently lifting a few papers up out of the way. They were still in the casings and look like they would be perfect for his Glock. "Twelve bullets, looks like someone was careless," she whispered, holding the bullets in her palm for him to look at.

Standing up, she put the bullets into the duffel bag before she let Joe go ahead. While Joe was gone, she put the knives and their sheaths into her own backpack, liking them better then the kitchen knife she had. And then she looked around, looking for anything Joe might have missed. Although she trusted Joe's judgement, there was always something missed that a second set of eyes could pick up. And so, while Joe walked away, she moved behind the counter, looking at the dead guy and the rifle.

Something is off... she thought to herself.

"Nana...we need to lift this shelf. There is a bat there..." She looked back towards Joe and sighed softly, heading over towards him. "Let me look around a sec before we lift the shelf, the stuff left on it might fall and break and make a lot of sound," she whispered to Joe. Ever since that mistake with the water bottle, Nana was very careful. She took a few minutes to look out onto the road, looking behind the shelf and then she felt comfortable enough lifting the shelf. She came back around towards Joe, sliding her knife back into it's makeshift sheath at her leg, and got a grip on part of the shelf. Nodding her head to let him know she was ready, she lifted the shelf up, enough to give Joe enough room to slide the bat out and see a canteen next to it.

Once everything was grabbed she nodded her head, taking the bat and giving it a feel, holding onto the thinner end tightly. But something was still on her mind.

"Something is off... the dead guy... why isn't he in his office or behind the trading grate? Why'd he be standing out in the open defending the guns counter?" she asked, looking at Joe. She turned back towards the counter and walked over to it. Setting the bat on the counter, she dragged the dead mans body out from behind it and smirked, seeing the busted open floorboard, revealing a floor safe. Nana was still smirking as she stood up and went over to the sporting goods area, collecting some wire and a few fish hooks. Kneeling down by the floor safe, she used one of the rags she grabbed and wiped away the blood. Her smirk only grew. "Thank you Bugsy," she whispered as she went to work, unspooling some of the wire and starting on the safe.

Fiffteen minutes of fiddling and she almost screamed in excitement when the thing popped open. Nana pulled the safe open and almost squealed, finding a pistol, maybe a .22, but what had her wanting to squeal was that there was an extra clip and a box of amo in the safe along with keys to a car of some sorts and cash that they did not need. She took the extra amo and put it in her backpack and put the extra clip in her pocket and held the gun in her hand. The keys gave her the idea to look for a mechanic's shop tomorrow, since they could use some wheels and it would be safer for them, travel wise.

Nana grabbed the bat, tucking it into her belt loop, and then, grabbed the rifle, looking at it a moment before clipping the strap from it and pocketing that. They could use that for something else.

She turned to Joe after she was done and looked at him. They both had guns now and they both had enough amo to survive on their own for a little while. "I saw a fire escape just outside, we could use that to get to the roof to rest for the night," she suggested. Usually she suggested that later on in the day. "We've got somethings to talk about, Joe."



{Note to Self: Color Code for Nana #754c8a}
 

Location: Backside of Walmart
Time: 19:42

Steven, blue
Steven rode his bike up through the grass and down into the parking lot. There was a great deal of commotion coming from the front but he had not seen the source of the noise. He coasted up alongside three dumpsters and hopped off. He gazed around warily and after a moment, he tucked it behind the last dumpster in the line. He stuffed a few pieces of large cardboard against the bike concealing it and then turned to make his way to the back door. The sounds of scuffling feet caused Steven to crouch and tuck himself back against the dumpster wall. He gripped his trench hawk and waited with eyes focused on the corner of the building.

Steven was surprised when a woman carrying one small child and dragging a second along by his hand rounded the building. He relaxed some but not very much. The mother seemed frantic and exhausted but was doing a fairly good job of maintaining her composure for the children’s sake. Steven felt his heart string being plucked. He studied the small family from his hidden vantage point for a few moments debating whether or not to expose himself. They did not offer him any immediate threats but chances are they weren’t alone. His decision was made easier when a biter came around the corner and latched ahold of the young boy’s arm.

Snap. Something inside Steven broke and he was instantly into action. With several bounds of his long legs, he went from hiding to being directly over the boy. His strong arm brought the hawk’s blade down burying it deep into the skull of the corpse. He yanked it free and took a step back from the exposed corner of Walmart and used his free arm to somewhat usher the mom and kids back as well. He turned his dark eyes to the woman and held his finger up to his lips. “Shhh.” He took a few more steps towards the dumpsters while scanning the area to make sure the area was still clear. Steven lowered his gaze back on the woman. He spoke in a very level tone that was hushed and a bit disconnected. “Hide between the dumpsters. If you’re still here when I get back, I can take you to shelter.”

With that, Steven was gone. He made agile but silent strides to the back door. It was unlocked and he slipped into the darkness. Once inside, he removed his sunglasses and let them hang on the collar of his wife beater. He paused letting his eyes close and his senses reset. When he opened his eyes, his irises expanded allowing in more light and giving him a decent idea of where he was in the store. He moved quickly and quietly getting some of the items on his mental list. He found a large backpack and the tools quickly. He stuffed a few blankets and a big coat into the pack as well. His next stop was food…clear across the massive store. Steven hung next to a display for baby clothes and let his eyes pierce the darkness for potential threats, his ears twitching at the subtle sounds of shoe soles being drug over the tile. There were biters inside, possibly dozens, but he needed food. Gripping his hawk in his right hand and hoisting the pack a bit higher on his back with the left, he started across the aisles trying to stay in the middle to give himself a better vantage. He hunkered low to the ground and crept like a prairie dog from cover to cover. Several times, he diverted into a smaller aisle to avoid a biter. Killing them would make his passing easier but it might also alert others to his presence.

Steven finally made it to the groceries and found the rows of food scattered and wrecked. The stench of rotten vegetables and sour milk filled his nostrils making him grimace. He walked ever so cautiously around searching for canned goods, bagged snacks and dehydrated dishes. Aisle after aisle he searched and his hope was starting to fade. Then it dawned on him; warehouse! He left the main part of the store heading back towards his entrance. Certainly there were boxes of canned goods in storage or at least a few bags of chips that he could pilfer.
 
Joseph, red

His mind was going everywhere. It was on Nana and then it was on his job before the outbreak and how he was coming so close in getting some hard evidence on the Gang and getting one of the biggest busts in Vegas. Shit hit the fan and now he can't help but feel like he wasted his life doing shit with that gang. He had to do so many things, he even killed an innocent person and he never told anyone about that. He was forced into the situation and he put himself first over the innocent person. He was...easily persuaded to stay alive then letting them find out he was actually an Undercover Cop and killing him on the spot. He would of been no use if he didn't kill the person. It was something that plagued him since that day, the day he killed an innocent man. Killing Walker's didn't have the same affect on him like it did to others. To him, they were already dead and they just needed to stay dead to rest peacefully in the afterlife.

He waited for her to help pick up the shelf, letting her check if anything would make a noise and when she was ready. They both hefted, lifting the large metal structure. He reached under with his foot, sliding the bat and canteen out that she spotted. Once they were out, they gently set the shelf back down and he handed her the bat. Eyeing her for a moment as he was making sure she didn't try and swing at him. It was hard trying to trust a criminal, especially one that hasn't told him why she was in prison.

Once she received the bat he began to search around on the other shelves and searching underneath the ones that were tipped over. He began to head towards the Office of the store but was stopped when Nana began to question why some guy was behind the counter. He watched her grab and pull the body out of the way. What exactly was she doing? He walked over, making sure that no Walker's were near by as she began to mess with a floor safe. He wasn't interested in how she learned how to break into a safe, or that she figured out a safe was underneath the body. Most safes were in then office. So he would of never thought to look underneath the body, because he was actually going to check the office, which was probably raided also and anything important was already taken.

He watched her pop the door open and pull out a small pistol. It was a .22, nothing major. A gun was still a gun though and it could come in handy maybe. There was some cash and some keys for something. They didn't need the cash and possibly not the keys. Vegas was always crowded and with this epidemic, the roads were pretty congested with empty vehicles, or vehicles with Walkers in them, clawing as they were stuck inside or with a seatbelt on. Those ones were easy to get around, it is the ones that decided to get out of the car that is a problem for them.

Once she had it open, he began to walk away but she stopped him once more as she suggested a place to sleep already. They still had daylight and she was already wanting to hole up for the day and go to sleep? She also needed to talk to him about something but that could mean several things. So god only knew what she wanted to talk to him about. He would probably have to stay on guard tonight. "Alright. That sounds fine with me..." He didn't trust her 100% yet and a pretty face, though terrifying as she may be for a woman. She was pretty, but that wasn't enough to gain his trust. Maybe for some other fools, but he wasn't going to fall for it.

He looked around one last time before exiting to the fire escape. He glanced around, they would have to climb on something to get up there and head to the roof. Glancing around he walked towards a car that was more than likely dead. Getting inside, he put the thing into drive that way it would be a bit easier to push. One good thing about Nana, she wasn't a twig and actually had some muscle so it helped him out when they both have to push something like this car. He got out and began to push, slowly moving the hunk of junk towards the fire escape to where they could climb on top and get up that way.

Once it was in place, thanks to her help and steering, he looked around a final time and climbed onto the car. One ontop, he jumped up and grabbed the metal bars, hoisting himself up and over the rails. He looked over and lowered down the ladder for her to climb up. "Come on..." He held out his hand and helped her up the final steps of the ladder. This was the closest he had been to her since they first met. Once she was safely up on the fire escape, they headed up ontop of the roof where everything seemed peaceful. Away from all the shit and violence going on below. They had two blankets in the duffel bag and a pillow of sorts. It wasn't a pillow actually, it was a bunch of shirts combined together as a makeshift one. The other person used the duffel bag as a pillow.

"So. What did you need to talk about?" He turned to look at her, taking a seat down on top of the roof and ignoring the sun beating down on his back. They should of found something for shade, but oh well. It would be night time soon and then it would be cold as shit, especially since they were ontop of a building now and not inside one or a car. They were out in the complete open, higher in the air.
 
Setting: Las Vegas- Casino
Time: 7:50 PM, February 2nd
With: The 'Bad Group'




"Fine ill open it" Ray put the slim sharp knife under the window, He starts to try plieing it open. Once it opens a little bit, He pushed under it and pulls it open. He then slips under the window getting inside "People these days, i thought humanity would be better than this, Especially you Business man, I asked you to open it and you did nothing" Ray looks at his pants and at the blood, He then buttons up his black trench coat. Ray pushes his duffel bag over his chest and unzips the bag taking out a water bottle and taking a sip. He tightens the cap on the bottle and drops it in the bag zipping it up.


Ray then looks at the many people in the room "A lot of people in this room, Haven't seen any kids since a month ago, Now why is everyone quiet?" Ray smiled to them "Now is everyone ready to go because i'm losing my patience" Ray raised his eyebrow, The opened the window and grabbed the lamp off the table and budgets it on the window sill making sure the window wouldn't fall down
 
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Time: 7:47 AM
Setting: Damper Australia, day five of the outbreak


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Tom was moving faster then he ever did before, his hand was firmly held in his fathers while they blended with the large group of refugees that desperately traveled the land, hoping to make it to the last remaining ships in Port Hedland Australia that would take them to America, which was rumored to have the last remaining devastation centers in the world. Tom looked from one person to another, some crying with such force it could shake the ground they stood upon. Others looked far worse, tears marched down there faces, dirt and grim covered their skin while at the same time blood stained parts of their clothing. It was a sight of pure desperation, and hundreds of men, women, and children walked in hopes on leaving there homes behind and finding a place of safety from these monsters. Tom smiled as he saw another small child, he had shaggy blood hair, and pale white skin, he was holding a women's hand and talking at a hundred miles an hour, like he new nothing of what was happening, and that only made Tom smile even wider, because even though he was 13, he still knew what was happening. Tom's father's face was holding a twisted frown, and his black eyes where darting between the crowds, from one person to another, in search for any of the infected. He manged a small glace at Tom, a quick smile dance across his lips, then vanished as a women screamed for help,

"Oh my lord! Someone help! I need a doctor!" shouted a women who had long Auburn hair, her skin was almost a perfect tan and her clothing looked to be more money then Tom's old 4 bedroom house. The women was knelling besides a jet black haired male, his face held plenty of faceical hair and he looked to be unconscious. A small circle formed around the unconscious man, while others kept moving. A women stepped from the circle, then knelt beside the man, her light brown fingers pressed together to feel the mans pulse on his neck. The women's thin brown lips were in a flat line as she stood, then turned to face the Auburn haired women.

"I'm sorry...but his go-" the announced dead man rose with life, lunging at the female and digging his teeth into her neck, ripping a large chuck from it. The women screamed as the pain danced around the wound, blood spiting in every direction, the circle quickly divided as the man jumped again, grabbing a hold of the same women that was now on her knees, hand pressed against the bleeding wound. Tom stood frozen, his father had told him of the violence this pandemic has caused, but he never seen it first hand, his father tugged his hand again before finally taking a step in front of him, his hand firmly gripping the pistol he welded.

"Stop!" shouted Tom's father, his barrel pointed at the man, who was now leaning over her while he tore chucks of meat from her, his hands stained with blood and her body showing no sign of movement. Tom's father took another step towards the man, his black eyes showing no emotion,

"Response to me or I will shoot you," started Tom's father, his feet taking one last step. The man's upper body turned, exposing his blood stained face and chucks of meat in his teeth, the man slowly stood, then begun to stumble towards Tom's father. Bang! Bang! two bullets flew from the pistol, one hitting the mans leg, only to cause him to stumble once more, his head hanging low, then return up as he continued to make his way to the location of the sound. The second bullet flew into the mans heart, causing not even a stumble, but for the man to keep moving forward almost to his meal. Tom's father stood in shock, his eyes moving from his gun to the man, there was no way someone alive could survive that, then it hit him, could this man be dead? Tom's father re-aimed the pistol then pressed the tiger, then another bang! shot through the air.


Time: Unknown
Setting: America, Las Veges Walmart rooftop. Unknown Day of the outbreak.

Tom's eyes shot open, a blaze of sunlight flooding them. Covering his brown eyes with his hand, he slowly rose, then quietly made his way to the edge of the Walmart rooftop. Over looking the parking lot, Tom could see at least a couple of crowds of the infected, stumbling and walking endlessly. His pink lips were dry, causing him to lick them as he made his way to the locked rooftop door, pulling the key from his pocket, he pressed it into the keyhole, causing the padlock to pop open. Unhooking the padlock from the thin handled door and the thin metal piece slightly next to it, Tom stuck it into his tight blue jean pants, and walked slowly down the steps into the barley lit shopping center. If there was anything his father taught him before sending him to America, it was the infected are dangerous, and one bite can cost you your life, so you never go anywhere unprepared. Gripping the pocket knifes handle, Tom pulled it from his pocket, and held it at his side while he picked up his pace down the stairs, hoping to find nothing but a empty store.

(I'm unsure if he knows everyone in the good group, if he does just have them find him in Walmart, because I don't wanna put to much and it be wrong.)
 
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T R I S T A N, #339966
Setting: Las Vegas - Inside the Supermarket
Time: February 2nd - 07:51 PM
With: The 'Good' Group​

No matter what, the damn walker was not budging, It was still gnawing and trying to bite a piece of Claudia's arm. Though things eventually became more difficult for the undead, when Sienna decided to jump in and try to pull Claudia away. "Don't let it bite you!!" Tristan exclaimed, as he noted that Sienna tried to kick it away. Even against one of these damned monsters, they were having such a hard time fending it off. The situation was almost baffling in his mind. The pipe was only getting more bloodier as the blood from the arm was splattering more and more from each hit he made. The group became quite wary of the situation, and Darren was finally able to jump in and save them, by smashing the crap out of the walker. The axe went right through its skull, which definetly killed it, once and for all. They were all in quite the imbalance as the walker let go of the arm, and the blood splattered all over Tristan, Sienna and Claudia's face and clothes.

Panting for a few seconds as the situation before them was handled, Tristan looked at both Claudia and Sienna. "You both okay...?" He asked, before he noticed all the blood over his clothes and face. Using his right arm to remove the blood from his face, he smeared it down on his blazer. At the same time, he dropped his steel pipe. It had done what it could for now, and it was time he found another tool or anything that was not as dull as the broken steel pipe. Glancing over at his briefcase, it was time to let that go as well. No matter what, he knew that the world was not coming back, or atleast, not becoming what it once used to be.

He pushed himself up, and at the same time, held Claudia around the waist with his right arm, and pulled her up as well. "You sure you're okay, Claudia? Was it able to scratch you or anything?" He repeated, though it was mostly directed at her instead of Sienna. At the same time, he glanced over to Darren, he gave him a simple nod. It was a sign of gratitude for what he did. After a few seconds, he decided to remove what he was wearing over his white shirt. Atleast the shirt wasn't as red as his blazer. Throwing both the tie and the blazer on the ground, he decided to speak up.

"Thanks Da-" Interrupted by a gunshot, yet again, their peaceful time was short lived. "The fuck?" He denounced, before glancing back, but at the same time, crouching, so they would keep themselves behind the car. After a few minutes the gunshots were gone. The only thing that could be heard was the growling of the many walkers around streets and outside the walmart. "Whoever it was, or whatever it was, its not shooting at us." Tristan was able to understand what had happened. He was basically looking through one of the door windows from the car. It was someone else who was trying to fend off the walkers, who eventually missed one of his shots, which ended up grazing Darren past his ankle.

Minutes later, Tristan approached Darren, and pulled him up, throwing one of his arms around his shoulder, so he could drag Darren to and inside the walmart. They were so close, and time was of the essence. The sun was also settling down. "Okay Darren.. We'll patch you up once we get inside the supermarket.." He finished, with a small chuckle leaving his mouth. "Atleast we'll be able to change our clothes.. Good thing the supermarket is our destination, eh?.." He glanced at both Sienna and Claudia, hoping they would understand his little joke which held some truth.

Pulling Darren with him as they approached the walmart, most of the walkers were not noticing them, but Tristan had accounted for the possibility of them being inside as well. As one of the people in the group opened the doors leading inside the walmart, he walked in with Darren, and the rest of the group, only to whisper next. "Alright, get bandages or anything that can help patch up the wound on Darren's ankle.. And while you're at it, get any supplies, food, tapes, anything that is important for us. Find any type of bag you can get a hold of and fill it up with supplies." As he finished , he slowly placed Darren by one of the shelves inside the supermarket.

"Okay Darren. Keep your axe ready for anything.. We'll be back with bandages and the likes. You just wait here buddy.. Got it?" As he was speaking to Darren, he picked up anything that was long and made out of metal that could go through the door handles, as to keep anyone or anything to get inside.

Before they could split up into pairs and find supplies, he looked over the shelves, so he could get an overview of the market. He noticed a few stragglers, or rather, walkers lurking around. His voice was even lower now that the danger was looming not only outside, but also inside. "They are inside.. Stay as quiet as possible and find supplies and meet back here.. We HAVE to get supplies. And use anything sharp to stab through their skull. That is where they're vulnerable." He stated, though cautiously.

"Okay.. Lets go.." He said, as they all nodded and split up into pairs. Tristan was basically walking very slowly and silently, and he was quite lucky to see an empty, dull dufflebag on the floor after a couple of minutes. He grabbed it slowly and pulled the straps around his shoulder. They were currently walking past a few aisles, and grabbed tools such as batteries and one or two flashlights. It was in considerating to the night that was soon upon them. Hearing a few crackling sound in the market was quite breathtaking. "I can see the section where the food is.." He stated, before making his way over there. "Stop.." He abruptly whispered.

He noticed a man, who looked like a native american, walking away from the food store. "He must be here for the same thing as us.." As the man was walking towards him, he decided to turn around. No one could be trusted, not in their dire situation. It was only then, he was able to unintentionally kick something on the floor that made some noise. And whatever it was, it atleast slid on the floor towards the man he saw. "Fuck...!" He almost exclaimed. Seconds later he decided to look back. Sneaking his head past one of the shelves they were hiding behind. Unfortunately, for him, both him and the man were looking at one another.

Tristan slowly stood up, with his left hand, that was behind the shelve, he signaled to his partner to stay behind. As to not alert the man that he's there with someone else. As they kept eye contact with one another, both men knew that something was about to happen. Trust did not come easily, and Tristan decided to take the first step by initiating a dash. He felt that the man would anytime pop up his gun and shoot him. He ran and tackled the guy, throwing him on the floor, and sliding a few centimetres away. As he was straddled ontop of the man, he threw in a few punches.


G A B R I E L, #993300
Setting: Las Vegas - Palms Casino Hotel
Time: February 2nd - 07:52 PM
With: The 'Bad' Group​

As the man outside the window decided to pry it open and get inside, Gabriel looked at him with a confusing look. Before he could speak up, he was interrupted by a man who was there with his family. It was not difficult to notice, especially because of the words uttered next by the guy. "I just did what anyone would have done, mister.." He gave him a small smile, before he continued. "But we could all use some protecting in this day and age." He finished, as he gazed outside the window, and towards the sky.

"But sure, I don't mind if you'll be sticking with me. We just have to get the hell out of this city." He coughed. The many cigarette he had smoked over the course of his life was finally kicking in, but the time was impecceable, or so he thought. Turning around, after catching both the name of Sebastian and Mary, the man from the window decided to speak up.

Everyone turned their attention towards him. As Gabriel crossed his arms before his chest. "I see you've been through one hell of a fight, huh?..." He nonchalantly asked, as to know who exactly that man was. Looking over his shoulder, he glanced at the kids, before looking back.

"Hey, who are you anyway??" He asked, hoping for a response to the question he asked earlier, which the man had ignored. "Why help us?" One question after another, he kept on going. But it was only inevitable before a man knocked on the door just outside, screaming and yelling for the people inside to let him in.

Gabriel noticed one of the men inside, was being all kind as he pulled of a few things from the barricade, as to let the guy in. His little "interrogation" was interrupted again as he decided to approach and help the guy remove the things keeping the door shut. The man outside was only panicking and screaming, yelling. It was either removing the barricade fast enough so the walkers wouldn't notice him, or let him die. Unfortunately for the man outside the room, and in the hallway, Gabriel stopped.

"Stop it.. We can't help him.." He stated, wheras, seconds later, the walkers got a hold of the man outside, and started feisting on him. More terrifying screams were heard. The walkers must've been coming from both sides. The expression on Gabriels face was quite depressing. He was clueless about the entire plague or whatever the hell it was. But thanks to the man outside, the walkers now knew and could smell the humans inside the room Gabriel was cooped up in.

"Aw shit.. They know we're here.." The walkers were scratching the door and banging on it. He could literally hear that there was a horde of the walkers just outside, and their own barricade would not be able to hold them off for much longer. Looking back towards the man by the window, he spoke up.

"Alright, screw this.. Lets get the hell out of here.. We're using the fire escape.." He asked, before he grabbed a chair and literally threw it through the window, smashing the glass, and removing any of the glass shards around it, so people could just jump out and start using the fire escape.

"We can't stay here any longer.. Let's get the hell outta here." He suggested, before he beckoned the people to follow the man who came from the window. "Down here.." He said, allowing a few people to walk down first, while he waited for atleast Mary, and the other kids to go down.

"We don't have much time.."
 
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Savannah "Nana", #754c8a
Nana remained quiet as they exited the pawn shop, looking around at their surroundings. The road they were currently on was crowded with cars that were mostly damaged by fire or dead from being left on for so long. They needed to get a car. It would give them more room to carry supplies and they could find a safe place and hole up there and then drive away to collect more supplies. Nana had a few ideas about where they could go, one for a car and two for a safe place to stay for a while. Even after month, she still wasn't used to the disgusting stench of the walkers and decaying flesh. It was all disgusting and Nana could really do without it. But things were different in this world.

She stood watch while he put the car in drive and then she moved to help push it towards the fire escape. Nana watched their surroundings while he jumped up and climbed up onto the first level of the fire escape. Once he was up she took one more glance around before she climbed up the lowered ladder. "Come on..." she looked up, the sun casting a shadow on Joe as he held out his hand for Nana to take. Which she did after a few moments.

They were both up now and before she followed after him higher, she took one more look around. The city was in shambles and it depressed Nana to see but with how screwed the situation was now, being depressed was the last thing she needed.

Nana soon followed after Joe up onto the roof and she sighed, looking around them, how peaceful it was up there, higher in the air then out on the streets.

"So. What did you need to talk about?" Joe's question caused her to look over at him. She didn't say anything at first as she sat down, setting her backpack down and then taking off her jacket. "I made money beating people until they were unconscious," she began looking at the roof top."I was the best MMA fighter on the West Coast," her eyes shifted towards Joe.

"I know your a cop Joe... A foster kid knows a cop from a mile away," she finally admitted to him, but she left out her last foster home was with a cop. She sighed softly before she pulled her left arm out of the shirt sleeve, still having tank top underneath. But she turned slightly and showed him a tattoo on her arm. It was the word 'Red' tattooed in black ink. "You might have heard about the MMA fighter that beat her opponent to death in five minutes... but what you haven't heard is that, while everyone ran so they didn't get linked to Red's death, the MMA fighter that killed her, called the paramedics and then the cops," she spoke softly, her eyes looking right at him.

"Against her agents choice and knowing that going to prison would ruin her career, that MMA fighter pleaded guilty and turned down having a trial or having a lawyer... and she was put away for 18 years," she finished looking away as she tucked her arm back into her sleeve.

Nana stood up then and looked over the ledge, down the street. "We were never going to trust each other until we came clean about what happened before all this shit happened," she said turning around and looking at Joe. "You might not trust me after I tell you all of this... but I want you to understand something," she began taking a few steps towards him. "I trust you... and no matter what happens, no matter who we meet, I will have your back."

In the time they had spent together, she had never said so much, but she was very serious. "No matter what, Joe, I will have your back," she said, her voice serious and firm as she looked at the male.


{Note to Self: Color Code for Nana #754c8a}
 
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Setting: Las Vegas - Walmart
Time: February 2nd - 07:55 PM
With: Loner

Adam had chucked his hand back over his shoulder, his arrow had missed but had hit a walker a but aways. 'Oh well' he thought 'at least he killed one of those un dead assholes'. But he was now down an arrow, he had to be more careful. He gripped his bow, made sure the arrows were easily accessible, and started to walk towards the supermarket. Along his way he looked inside cars hoping to find something, but they were mainly a bust. He gave up looking in cars after his 7th empty car. He made a bee line for the Walmart. He slowed down as he neared the doors. When he was inside he was now walking slowly and quietly, not wanting to alert the walkers and the people he just saw enter. That's when he heard a noise coming from the food section. He heard something that sounded like a punch so quickly walked over to see a man in red stained suit pants and a shirt on top of a Native American looking person. Adam loaded his bow and pointed the arrow at the dude on top and said "Get of before you get an arrow in the head".
 
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His eyes trained on Nana who wasn't sitting, his pistol was in its holster at his hip and he wasn't feeling intimidated at the moment so he just kept calm. She came out first saying that she knew he was a cop, well he wasn't really keeping it a secret. She never asked if he was a cop and he didn't think there would be a point to just blurting out 'Hey, I'm a cop. Like there is any law left in this fucked up world' But he kept that to himself. Didn't want to come off as rude now did he? Not when she was actually talking to him rather than staying quiet and doing whatever he said when they were traveling together. He already knew she was an ex-con but he never prodded or questioned her on why she was one. He just accepted her company and moved forward, though he did wonder in the back of his mind what she did. There was a time and a place for everything, and pissing one another off is not great when they are both in the middle of a horde of undead.

He listened to her story of killing a man, being in the MMA and being great at it. He did hear a story from a buddy of his saying that he arrested some girl for committing homicide and turned herself in. He didn't think it was a joke. He never imagined himself standing next to someone that a buddy of his arrested, helping her survive. She began to get closer to him and he pushed himself off the ground, standing up as he looked at her. Listening as how she trusted him, but why? He did nothing for her but stay wary and ready to shoot her whenever she might try and attack him.

"Nana...I have your back also. I can't say I trust you completely however...trust is a seemingly hard thing to come by before shit hit the fan and now that everything happened." He shrugged as he thought on his next words so he doesn't really upset her. "I might be able to trust you, but to do that I have to get to know you first..." Before he can trust her with his life wholeheartedly, he had to get to know her. That was one thing that would never change from the previous times. You had to get to know someone first before you could trust them. Even if she saves his life, he would be in debt to her. Trust was something he just couldn't give away at the moment.

He walked up to her, just a few inches apart and his hands weren't close to his weapons. He looked past her over the edge of the building and down at the street. He was thinking about going back down and looked up to the sky. "It's going to get cold tonight being out in the open..." He was changing the subject, really unsure of what he should say or do now. Instead, he turned away from her and rummaged through the duffel bag and pulled out the extra clothes they had and the blankets they found.

"We need to...get ready for the night" They wouldn't have to worry about a walker getting up here. They can't climb, or so they haven't seen one climb yet. They didn't need a sentry and both could sleep at the same time so they can get up bright and early and get moving again. Maybe outside of Las Vegas it wasn't so bad. Well, popularity wise it wouldn't be so bad since it was a fucking desert. They did need a vehicle, but one that they could get out of Vegas and they had to siphon a lot of gas and get a lot of gas. "The less people we find...the faster we can get out of here..." He said it out loud on accident, but he made a point. If they didn't have a lot of people, they could get gas by themselves, less equipment and supplies. A smaller vehicle rather than a large van. Having a larger group could be handy as in more protection. It was a difficult choice, one they would have to make the farther they went down the road.

He pulled out some of the blankets, extra clothes and began to look through all of them. They would have to split everything equally as they both needed to stay warm and it wasn't like they were sleeping together to stay warm with body heat or anything.
 
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Inside Walmart
7:55 PM, February 2nd
"Good" Group
JOSHUA P.O.V


Joshua had never been so delighted to see a box of nails. Quit honestly there wasn't about anything left in the world that Joshua wasn't delighted to see; duct tape, clear underwear, expired yogurt, butterfly nets, makeup kits, adult diapers... All could be used one way another, from makeshift weapons to something that would absorb Joshua's bodily fluids when he pissed himself (which had happened more than once over the course of the month).
But over course, he was excited about seeing ALMOST anything. One of these exceptions is seeing a man prepared to lodge an arrow in your allie's head.

Joshua quickly ducked back into the lane on his right, knowing this is most likely what Tristan would have wanted him to do. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK," Joshua said silently said to himself. What the hell was he going to do? The man had not shot Tristan yet, or at least he hadn't heard the penetration of skull yet. Hopefully this meant Joshua could reason with him, although he would be defenseless to the bow of the man became/was aggressive. If he left Tristan alone, he could either be killed or someone less merciful could come along and attempt to kill the man, possibly leading to Tristan's and the other member of the group dying as well. Plus, Joshua simply didn't anyone to die, friend or foe. No matter what, though, Joshua would have to do something, and quick.

Finally, Joshua knocked over the mop which was leaning against the end of the isle in order to attract either the Native American or bow wielding man, and prayed for the best.
 
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