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Matthew noticed the crowd of seekers dispersing as some man who he assumed was Scottish by the accent got the attention of most seekers. Matthew help the survivor up by pulling on the makeshift rope and slowly backing up, he helped her up to the top to make it easier for her to climb up. "You alright?" Matthew asked walking over to her once she was up, "I'm hoping you're not bit, but we can check that later let's move, most of the seekers are on the room you know the living dead things, they are up on the higher floors we need to get out of here not or else we'll be attacked by them, do you have anywhere as a safe house?"

Matthew looked her over for weapons but she didn't seem to have anything on her other than a bag, she looked defencyless in terms of weapons compared to him, "Also take this," he said handing her the silenced pistol, "Use this it's the best thing I got for dealing with those things, but be careful most of them can hear a shot if you're too close to a group." Matthew pulled out his machete so he was ready for any seekers that were still near the ground floor.
 
Duncan felt a smile creep up on his face as she began to ascend the makeshift rope, getting out of harms way. He however began to realise there wasn't really anyway for him to reach the other two, unless he made a big, big run-around the entire damn thing. And with the ghouls around, there was no chance he'd get there either. Duncan looked around the areas of the walls, one after the other blocked off by a good amount of undead. Son a bitch... he thought to himself as he tried to come up with one way or another to reach them, but couldn't really think of one. He sighed, and yelled over "Kahnt see a way o'er! Ye go any for me?" Whilst the undead began to pile up on each other, Duncan noticed they actually were able to reach him this point, and began to side step them to counter act this.

He looked on over towards Matthew and Natalia, standing on the wall waiting for some form of response that'd give him a clear to go.
 
Natalia | London | Matthew's Balcony » The Fire Escape


"You alright?" the new stranger asked walking over to her once she was up, "I'm hoping you're not bit, but we can check that later let's move, most of the seekers are on the room you know the living dead things, they are up on the higher floors we need to get out of here not or else we'll be attacked by them, do you have anywhere as a safe house?"

Natalia didn't even have a moment to catch her breath, let alone decide if she was going to trust this new stranger. She really had no choice. She was bent over, hands on knees gasping for breath but she managed to say "Up," while pointing at the balconys, indicating with her hand that they should climb them to the roof. After that it would be a clear shot to her roof top.

"Also take this," he said handing her a gun, "Use this it's the best thing I got for dealing with those things, but be careful most of them can hear a shot if you're too close to a group." He pulled out a machete and Natalia eyed it warily. She held the gun away from her with two fingers like it was road kill. That's about how usefull it was to her. Natalia had never used a gun before. With her inexperiance she might end up sooting herself or one of the others while meaning to aim at the monsters. That would be just her luck.

Loud moaning and groaning caught her attention and she looked over to see the other man being swamped by the monsters where he stood on the ally wall. Natalia gasped inspite of herself. That was the third time today that man almost died because of her. Frenzied, she pointed over to the first stranger she had met that day while talking to the one who stood beside her.

"That man! He'll be killed! We have to get him out!" She felt like a hypocrate saying this after what happend at the market that morning, but this felt different. Natalia was so flustered she realized she had just spoken in rapid Russian rather than English. She felt to frusterated to try and repeat herself in the correct language. Her English was rusty after all this time by herself and her brain was raceing too quickly to allow her to find the right words.

At this point the first stranger yelled over "Kahnt see a way o'er! Ye go any for me?" Whilst the undead began to pile up on each other. He looked on over towards the two standing on the wall waiting for some form of response that'd give him a clear to go. Becuse of his dielect Natalia wasn't exactly sure what he had said but it looked like he was signaling for help.

Think, Natalia, think! Earler that day she herself had to bypass the allyway. How had she done it? Think...The ladder! She had to use the ladder in the ally and then the fire escape it was attached to, to scale the building. She looked across the ally and sure enough there it was, attached to the building across from her. It was roughly at a ninty degree angle from where the first stranger was standing on the wall behind the dupsters at the entrance to the ally. But there was simply no way he could reach it with the entire ally flooded with the monsters and it was too far to jump to from there even for Natalia. If it had been Natalia she would have simply climbed up one of the buildings on either side of the ally, but she had no idea if he could do that. But SHE could....A half thought out plan sprang into Natalia's mind and she began fumbling with the knott that tied sheet rope to the balcony before she could change her mind. She quickly wrapped it around her body for lack of a better place to store it's bulk. "Be right back." She said to the stranger next to her, with a thick Russian accent but thankfully in English this time. "Here." She shoved his gun back into his hand. "Keep them down." She pointed at the monsters flooding the ally, indicating that he sould keep them from climing the wall that the first stranger was on. Before she could be stopped Natalia sprun into action.

She braced her leggs and jumped up to the balcony above her, swinging up to it with ease. She then continued to swing up each balcony above her, with haste. Natalia climbed the building via the balconys untill she was all the way to the top. Her athletic form allowed her to be swift, but with the adreniline pumping through her every second felt like an eternity. If she was to slow, it could be too late. She screamed when she encountered some of the monsters on one of the upper level balconys, but she managed to keep on climbing. She reached the roof of the apartment buildings and then needed only to walk across the top of the wall that was to her left. This wall was at the far end of the ally, the opposite side from where the first stranger was standing on his wall. Natalia ran across the wall untill she reached the building next door. She was now across the ally from the second stranger, the one who had hauled her up the balcony. Natalia was tireing but she couldn't stop now. She sprinted over to where she saw the top of the fire escape peeking up over the edge of the roof. She jumped down onto it and then began decending it by quickly lowering herself to each new level, not bother to take the slow stairs. When she was a story above where the first stranger was standing she stopped and began rapidly unwrapping the sheet rope from around her body. She knotted it firmly several times on the rail in front of her. It would hold, but she hoped the sheet itself would too.

Natalia planned to throw him the rope so that he could use it to swing over the heads of the monsters and reach the ladder safely. Then he could climb up the fire escape and away from danger. But the rope was limp and she didn't think she could throw it hard enough to reach him. Natalia bit her lip anxiously. A flaw in her plan. What could she do to fix it? She needed to tie something to the end of the rope so it could swing freely over to the first stranger. Natalia looked around but the only thing she had was herself. And her makeshift bag! It was made from a blaket twisted up to form a pouch in the center and the twisted up ends were tied together and to make a strap. Inside the pouch there wasn't much but there was some canned goods. That should be heavy enough to do the job. Natalia unslung the bag from her torso and tied the open end of the sheet rope to it. She gulped. It was this or nothing. Looking up to stare at the stranger since the first time that morning, Natalia attempted to get his attention. With all her might she hurtled the device foward and watched as it swung toward him.
 
He had to act- the feeling churned within his stomach as the creatures from below reached towards his legs- grasping for his boots. As he saw the girl get to work on something, he stomped on the fingers of the undead that had now began to scale the wall itself, all whilst he himself began to lose both the patience and the balance to keep himself up on it. He looked forward to notice that something was swinging at him- like a grasp from an angel, trying to coax Duncan into performing a leap of faith. It was about this time Duncan felt anxiety kick over him, and the fear of the undead finally set in. He had ran into them numerous times, but right now- he was double A certain that if he failed, he'd be chow for the undead infront of these two. He hadn't survived for this long just to die to some ravenous freaks. Especially with what surrounded him at the time, that would definently be high up. But as he looked over to the other two, he realised that if he didn't jump, he might as well be dead... he had to risk it.

Duncan leapt towards the 'rope', like a man on his dying bed clutching for his life, he tightened his grasp upon it and forced himself to swing forward as the hands began to grasp for the rope- it suddenly stopping dead in it's tracks. Duncan turned his head downwards, looking at the clutching hand of an undead. He didn't have time for this, and since he was as close as he'd ever really get, he pulled himself upwards all whilst kicking away, his body trumpling over the air and landed chest-first against the ladder. He grunted loudly, and the undead that had once grasped the rope let go of it the moment it's meal had left it, letting it dangle back towards the ladder. Duncan quickly worked his way up the ladder, until he finally got a closer look at the gal that had caused him so much trouble for just simply wanting to follow her.

"I'll igno' all tis ven we ge' somewhere safe... thanks lass." Duncan was able to mutter inbetween his gasps for breath, as he began to survey the area for somewhere close by to stake out on. He turned over on his heels and hollared out to the other stranger- "Ye go' any of dem safehouses, do ye"?
 
Natalia | London | Fire escape » Matthew's balcony

Natalia watched in anticipated horror as the man jumped, and not a moment too soon. As his feet left the wall's surface the hands of the monsters closed in on the open space where he had just been. Natalia gasped, but it wasn't over yet. With the adrenaline still coursing through her body it seemed to her deceived eyes that he hung suspended in slow motion, limbs flailing. He caught the ladder. Natalia grasped at his shirt, his arms truing to help pull him up onto the fire escape.

"I'll igno' all tis ven we ge' somewhere safe... thanks lass." he muttered in between his gasps for breath, as he began to survey the area for somewhere close by to stake out on. He turned over on his heels and hollared out to the other stranger- "Ye go' any of dem safehouses, do ye"?

Natalia tugged on his shirt sleeve to get his attention. "This way," she said and pointed back the way she had come, up the fire escape across the roof, across the wall parallel to them on the other side of the ally, and onto the roof of the apartment buildings the second stranger was at. Once they had regrouped she could lead them to her roof top, which was a few blocks away, unless one of them had someplace better. It's not like she had any other choice--she had nothing now. Her bag, which had been at the end of the sheet rope, had been ripped away by dozens of rotting hands. She could just run off again on her own and start from scratch--she'd done it before--but right now she was utterly exhausted from the extend of her exertion that day. She needed to rest, and soon. Her place was close and she didn't think she could muster up any more energy to run away. She did, however, take the sheet rope with her. It could come in handy, especially helping the others climb things.

Natalia began climbing up the fire escape, all the way to the top of the building. She checked every few seconds to make sure the man was following her. Well that was a change. She made it to the roof and scurried her way across to the other wall, still checking to see if he was behind her. She made it to the roof of the apartment buildings with the balcony and looked down at the second stranger, wondering if he could climb up the same way she could. She pulled out the makeshift rope and showed it to him questioningly.
 
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Location: New York​

"Oh... my fucking… god." Maleek breathed out, leaning on a brick wall in the dimly lit alley. It's becoming morning already? She lost track of time from being chased from those… what were they called? Eaters? Biters? Monsters in general.

Her bat wasn't the ideal weapon when it came to multiples at a time and pistols make too much noise. This backpack wasn't making it easier. Medicine, bottled water, paperclips/bobby pins, and small packs of food. More like snacks. Actual food was hard to come around these days.

She turned her head around the corners of the alley. Too many of those biters on her left (where she ran), and little to none on the right. She rolled her eyes, going deeper into the alley. Better say than sorry when it came to those things. Of all the locations she had to choose the busiest and more crowded areas, New York. She missed Barbados, sun smiling out, keeping her warm. Food everywhere, music happily blasting, men, women, and children dancing happily, colors dancing bright.

White metal door, though it wasn't lock. At least something was going her way. Maleek gripped the knob tightly and pushed open the door as gently as possible. Half-way the door creaked, but not too loud to attract, she went inside and pushed the door back closed and pushed the lock button.

Maleek gripped and readied her bat started into the corridor. Sky blue walls, white doors, hard oak wood floors. Door on her right was already open, empty, yet the window was open, she went over to close it and cover it. She examined the room, there were twin beds, a mini book case and a lamp on top between the beds. She checked the other rooms, they were the same with small differences. Stickers or drawings on the walls, paint on the floor, coloring books. Maleek made her way to the entrance of the building, there was a knocked over sign.

"Welcome to Nazima Orphanage." Damn. That hit hard. She hadn't found any… children yet, but was glad. She looked at the door, a couch along with a wooden desk barricaded it. One problem taken care of… sort of. After searching through the entire building she noted a kitchen with little food, multiple beds and books and windows. There was an upstairs that went up to the roof. Good place to search. Also a library and a small clinic. There was a woman. A biter though, so quickly put down.

Everything was fine except for one bed room. Bloodied sheets, red lake, crimson splattered walls. It shook her down. Maleek closed the door to that room and leaned a chair against it, as a signal. Other than that, she was tired and those biters were practically idiots. Maleek picked the nicest room on the second floor and laid happily and exhausted on the bed. It wasn't the best, but it was enough to make her fall deep asleep. Haven't felt that in a long time.
 
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Matthew had just realised that he may have killed himself, he continued to fired and tried to walk around to where the man was helped up but the crowd had grown too large for him to get there. "I'll be back soon," he yelled towards the pair up high, he then bolted along the road herding the group firing off burst towards the crowd and shooting one or two ahead of him. Sprinting along Matthew was ready to get away from the seekers but wasn't sure how as more and more joined the crowd. Looking around he spotted a chain link fence with spikes along the top, turning towards it he ran and grabbed a hold beginning to climb over as a the group followed growling behind him.

Matthew got over with ease but wasn't sure how long he had before the fence was going to break down so he kept running until he got out of their sight and spotted a car. He jogged over and smashed the window in and heard the crowd almost yell as a loud clash of the fence and the ground echoed and he bolted over a nearby wall and he found himself in another residential area he spotted the few Seekers running toward the car as he slowed made his way towards the building and made it after an hour or so of traversing the large area almost getting lost along the way. Looking up the pair seemed like they were still there and he waved his hands in the air to get their attention.
 
LOCATION: UNITED KINGDOM, LONDON, UNKNOWN ROOFTOP

SURVIVOR: DUNCAN JARLSSON

TIME: MORNING
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Duncan was finally beginning to return to his normal senses, the feeling of being alive washing over his brain as if it had just taken a shower. He looked over towards Natalia as she tugged at his shirt's sleeve, and he heard an uplifting voice. It hid an accent, no less, but of origin he couldn't tell. He was at an even greater sign of relief- she wasn't a ghost, or an hallucination in his mind. She was of bone and flesh that hadn't deteriorated from the lack of nourishment, been bitten or ripped apart like those shambling down on the streets: she was an actual human person that hadn't been ravished by the dangers of this world, and he felt like hugging her just to make sure he could trust her completely. However, other matters seemed to have been more pressing at the time considering that the other fellow hadn't been able to really follow along the girl, and was in a way or so stuck. Duncan looked over towards Matthew as Natalia guided him to another area. He tagged along on the fire exit, having some form of issues walking up the steps as he seemed to be doing so rather clumsily- but never the less he catched up to Natalia in the end.

Duncan looked over at the area that was once London, a town filled with tourists coming from all forms of nations, office workers, families, even the politics as much as he hated to reffer to them. He approached the wall that Natalia was close to, and instead of adressing Matthew's existance, he let his mind wander into a day dream. From here, he'd be able to hear the children playing, their smiles on their face with eased up eyes, a mother kissing her lover away as he rushed out of the door with a suitcase and a tie on his neck, rushing into a nearby buss to be driven down into an office building. Somewhere down there, however- he noticed another figure. It looked in nearly every single detail like Duncan, except that it's eyes were hollowed out- only the aura of darkness hidding away the rotting eyesockets was the big difference he noticed straight away. It's shirt was also bloodied, gorified and ribs poking out of it's side. However, the thing that shook Duncan the most was when the figure suddenly collapsed downwards- the legs right below it's knees folding away and dissapeared into thin air.

Duncan shook his head violently in order to escape the daydream, and looked over towards Natalia. He felt guilty for what had happened, really- even though another side told him that she was to blame for this mess. He reached over for his backpack, grasped a small tin-can at which it said 'Joe's Happy Tuna', and passed it over towards her. "Sorreh fo'... ye kno, your loss o' goods." he was able to mutter out to her in an atleast half-loud voice, enough for her to hear.​
 
Natalia | London | Apartment rooftop

"I'll be back soon," the second stranger yelled towards the pair up high, and he dashed away to lead the monsters off. Natalia didn't feel too concerned for him--she had seen his massive machete. Natalia watched him for as long as she could before he dissapeared. She realized there was nothing else she could do at that moment. Ignoring the man next to her for the time being, Natalia collapsed and slid down until her back was resting against the ledge of the building. She felt so exhausted, and hungry and dehydrated. Nourishment would have to wait, but for now she could relax her overworked muscles. Her eyes had half closed when the man next to her reached over for his backpack, grasped a small tin-can at which it said 'Joe's Happy Tuna', and passed it over towards her.

"Sorreh fo'... ye kno, your loss o' goods." he was able to mutter out to her in an atleast half-loud voice, enough for her to hear.

Natalia started at him for a minute. He'd almost died four times that day because of her and now he was apologizing? At least, that's what she thought he was saying. It was hard to tell with his dielect, but his face looked contrite enough and he was trying to feed her. Natalia felt a little uncomfortable about this but at least he didn't seem dangerous. Natalia reached for the can and took it gingerly. Protein. Exactly what she needed. And the water in the can would offer a little hydration too. She banged the can on the concrete ground like like an aquatic mammal hunting shellfish and the can split. She sucked up the precious liquid the tuna was stored in before prying the can the rest of the way open and getting at the meat.

"I did not have much, anyway." she replied to the man without looking at him. She wondered if he could understand her accent veiled words. After filling her stomach it was somewhat easier to relax. She actually curled up right then and there with her back against the ledge and managed to snooze a little, though with one eye cracked open to stare at one of the only other humans she'd encountered in ages. Strangely the other human made her feel uneasy so after only a short rest she stood up and began a lookout for the second man. After a while she thought she saw a flicker of movement. "Look!" she pointed out the second man, his waving arms having caught her attention. But how to get him up and into safety. Natalia wasn't sure if he'd be able to climb, but he did seem rather strong and spry. The way he moved, talked, and held his weapons gave Natalia the impression that he might be affiliated with some sort of military. If he was, maybe he would use some sort of hand signals to convey what he planned to do next, because raising their voices to try and communicate was defiantly not a good idea. "What now?" Natalia whispered to herself, waiting for the one below to answer though obviously he couldn't hear her.
 
Duncan smiled somewhat as Natalia accepted his gift, it sure as hell made him feel better than before- he felt like a human being once more and not just some animal trying to survive a world where everyone wants to hunt you. He wasn't entirely sure by the accent if she said a thank you, or said something else to deterr away what he gave to her. Never the less, she ate it up with quite the urge from what he saw. Duncan decided to look around for the military soldier- and found himself looking over at him now. He was certain atleast he was either a cop figure or a military figure. Which one-no clue, might just ask him to find out, as long as he isn't the edgy type about it. Duncan looked on over the rooftop, and began to walk it quietly with small thuds coming off from his feet, his shoes dangling about a bit. He walked each side left and right, his eyes scouraging for any piece of information- until he found atleast something that looked interesting. Duncan lowered his back and extends his hand outwards, taking ahold of what appeared to be a human arm- the flesh having decayed from it long ago, leaving only behind grass and bones. He waved it about left and right, seemingly trying to come up with something to use it for.

He shook his head somewhat, and stuffed it into his backpack- who knows when you might need an 'extra-hand'... Oh god, that was a horrible pun... Duncan glanced over towards Natalia, before saying "Ye go' any call name? Or such?" He raised his hand upwards to his own chest, and said "I ahm Duncan."
 
Matthew had guess that at least one of them had noticed him and looked around the area for away up to the pair. Looking around he saw he had a few entrances. Firstly, the way the got down in the first place, secondly the main building but some seekers are still in there and thirdly the way the other stranger got up. Matthew decied to check inside the front and heard the noise of a few seekers left behind so that plan was done for. Next he checked the way he got down but with most of the seekers that were on the 7th floor still there that was also not going to work he returned and gestured for them to help him up the way the other guy got up.
 
Natalia | London | The Fire escape ​

The man glanced over towards Natalia, before saying "Ye go' any call name? Or such?"

She stared at him blankly but with a slightly furrowed brown as she attempted to translate his words. Funny, how his dielct and her accent made it so hard for them to comprehend each other. But it was getting easier for Natalia, now that she had live subjects to help her brush up on her second language.

He raised his hand upwards to his own chest, and said "I ahm Duncan." That she got. His name was Duncan. She guessed that was Duncan with a 'C' but in Russian it would be with a "K'. Dunkan.

Natalia glanced back down at the ground to see what the nameless stranger would convey next. She squinted and saw him looking around, no doubt speculating the best way to get in. It seemed Natalia was right about him possibly having difficulties getting to the top of the building. Natalia wrapped the makeshift rope around her once again, though she didn't think she would need it this time. "Be right back." She said for the second time that day. The first time she had said it to the other stranger in order to go help Duncan. Now she said it to Duncan in order to go help the other stranger. "And it is Natalia." she answered Duncan with her own name.

Feeling more energized than before, but much more sore, Natalia waved her arms at the stranger below to get his attention, then pointed toward's where the fire escape was. She climbed down the firescape herself once again, swinging down from each level instead of taking the steps. When she reached the last level she gathered all her weight in a spring of motion and flipped down, grabbing the ladder with her hands. The weight and energy from her flip pulled the ladder down into reaching distance from the ally below. The stranger could safely reach it, now that the ally was clear. Still, it seemed even more eery now that the ally was empty. Natalia shivered and crossed her arms protectively across her torso as she glanced down either end of the ally way, vigilantly keeping watch until the stranger appeared. She felt very exposed with her two feet on the ground.
 
Matthew spotted her waving her arms and saw that she pointed at the fire escape, she had began to move down it when he began moving towards it with his silenced pistol. He dashed forward as silently as he could making sure not to let any seekers sneak up on them but it's not like they were quiet about it. It didn't take him long to reach her and he waited for her to go back up first, "Ladies first," he said half jokingly. He waited for her to reach the top before moving up the ladder himself and reaching the fire escape and pulling up the ladder after him.

"Well I guess now we can talk a bit," Matthew said while walking up the fire escape, "Two questions for now, what's your name and who is the man your with? I'm Matthew or Matt for short."
 
Duncan nodded to her once as he got ahold of the information she was saying. Natalia, quite a pretty name- she herself was pretty well looking, fit. Of course, her personality's that of a jack rabbit as far as he could tell. He looked towards her as she wandered about, until suddenly she just dropped down. He hopped over towards the edge and looked at where she was going, before seeing that she was A: Still fine, and B: Was trying to help the other stranger up to the rooftop. Both were equally good in Duncan's mind, so he decided to take a look around for possible 'loot' or 'bloot'. He walked over to the edge of the rooftop, and looked over the street once more. Plenty of cars were still on the road, left untouched by the hands of death and scavengers. It was probably too risky to try to loot it, so in the end: it only made sense to let the cars be or run off. The chance of one of them working were close to zero, considering the fact the gasoline would've probably gone old by now, and that the electricity in the batteries were probably dead by the lack of motion. But it did spark up an idea, since the power went out a while back- if they could scavenge one of those batteries and get it running, they could potentially restore some lost power to a house.

"Hey lass- I go' an ideha!" Duncan hollared down the ally as he pointed towards the road. "If we coul' ge a battahri, we coul' ge some power back to a house. Y'know, TV or ah Deee-Vee-D player." as he spoke, he smirked calmly to himself. He felt like a clever person for once in a long time- until he realised he didn't know jack about how to plug them in... surely the other guy knew, right?

As the person climbed up and asked the question, he looked over to him and said "Name's Duncan. And I'm ah... parkour-runnah, spare-time. So anothu' question for yu', what'd you work with?"
 
Natalia | London | Rooftop​

It didn't take him long to reach her and he waited for her to go back up first, "Ladies first," he said half jokingly. Natalia didn't protest. But she didn't laugh either. He waited for her to reach the top before moving up the ladder himself and reaching the fire escape and pulling up the ladder after him.

"Well I guess now we can talk a bit," He said while walking up the fire escape, "Two questions for now, what's your name and who is the man your with? I'm Matthew or Matt for short."

Natalia rolled her eyes a little at his over pleasantness and his commanding questions. But she answered them anyway. "Natalia." She answered his first question. His standard accent was a little easier for her to understand.

"Hey lass- I go' an ideha!" Duncan hollared down the ally as he pointed towards the road. "If we coul' ge a battahri, we coul' ge some power back to a house. Y'know, TV or ah Deee-Vee-D player."

"We're not together." She said shortly in her thick accent, rolling the 'r's and accentuating the consonants. "We just met, he's--"

"Name's Duncan. And I'm ah... parkour-runnah, spare-time. So anothu' question for yu', what'd you work with?"

Now that everyone was all well and safe Natalia was beginning to again become uncomfortable being so near these other people she knew nothing about. She didn't like the idea of holing up inside an apartment and trapping herself between four walls. And drawing attentino to themselves with electricity was not something she was interested in. Despite feeling earlier fear for the safety of both of them and saving both their asses, Natalia now felt an urge to put distance between herself and them.

"Well," she said cooly, "Now that we're even," she refered to them saving her and her saving them, "There's no reason for me to stay." She said and turned to leave.
 
Matthew hadn't noticed how close they were to the man on the roof as he answered his question and asked him one in return, looking up at the man with the thick accent, "Ex-military, I left after the order to kill innocents was given," He answered. He continued up the fire escape up to the top, "So from the looks of it you're both free runners, great I feel a bit left out of that," he said just before Natalia motioned leaving, "One thing army thought me was to stick in groups and you're the only people I've met so far other than the seekers in a bit. He turned towards Natalia, "You sure you want to try and live on your own you don't look like you can defend your self with anything but your fist? What do you think Duncan?"
 
"Well, military lad... I agree to ye fulleh. Allas, you lost most of yer supplies back the'e, and we culd work togetha to loot properly... And le's all be honest he'e, we have ha' zeru contact with anybody, so sticking togetha seems logical." Duncan was sure as hell not going back to sitting on a farm for months at a time, scared to death of moving until the light of Dawn showed him a safe passage- and he knew from experience that if you're more than one person, you could get ten times more things done as oppose to if you weren't. And there'a always that whole company gig... Just as Duncan was thinking this through, his attention got pulled elsewhere- the sight of undead on the street- reminding him of the noise the group had commited in earlier. They wouldn't be safe on the roof for too long, and they would have to get a move on to a safer area.

"'sides, there's more o' them than us now. We oughtta stick it out togetha, y'know? Maybe thay'll starve eventually." He said with a bright tone to his voice. He actually believed in the fact that they dead would have to decay eventually, and when they began to do so- the humans that were still alive could repopulate and take over again: hopefully without any nuclear reactors going off, when he thought about it. Duncan placed his right hand over the barrel of his rifle as he looked on over towards the street, the undead appearing never the less decayed: a full on onslaught for an entire year ought to do that to a body whose only constant food source is human flesh- raw, un-tempered meat that is- and not the decayed one on their fellow bretherin.

"So, watcha thinkin'? Or don't ye trust us?" Duncan tilted his head to the right somewhat as he said this, his gaze away from Natalia as he glanced over pit that would soon be filled with the undead, unless they began to get a move on soon: at the very least.
 
Natalia | London | Rooftop​

"Ex-military, I left after the order to kill innocents was given," Matthew answered. He continued up the fire escape up to the top, "So from the looks of it you're both free runners, great I feel a bit left out of that," he said just before Natalia motioned leaving, "One thing army thought me was to stick in groups and you're the only people I've met so far other than the seekers in a bit." He turned towards Natalia, "You sure you want to try and live on your own you don't look like you can defend your self with anything but your fist? What do you think Duncan?"

Natalia turned back to face them in spite of herself and snorted with open scorn. Like either of them had the right to discuss her decision. Natalia raised an eyebrow critically. "Well obviously I've done fine so far." Despite her reaction her feet seemed glued to the roof.

"Well, military lad... I agree to ye fulleh. Allas, you lost most of yer supplies back the'e, and we culd work togetha to loot properly... And le's all be honest he'e, we have ha' zeru contact with anybody, so sticking togetha seems logical. 'sides, there's more o' them than us now. We oughtta stick it out togetha, y'know? Maybe thay'll starve eventually." He said with a bright tone to his voice. Duncan placed his right hand over the barrel of his rifle as he looked on over towards the street, the undead appearing never the less decayed. "So, watcha thinkin'? Or don't ye trust us?" Duncan tilted his head to the right somewhat as he said this, his gaze away from Natalia as he glanced over pit that would soon be filled with the undead, unless they began to get a move on soon: at the very least.

Natalia glared at Duncan for being able to see through her so easily. Of course she didn't trust them. She didn't trust anyone. She felt at ease in the silence of her own mind, not having to worry about other people on top of dodging the dead. She remembered how it had been at first, after the initial outbreak. She had found herself suddenly and utterly alone. And despite the moans and groans of the monsters it had been so terribly quiet without anyone to talk to. She had been more scared than she had been in her entire life but somehow she found the will to keep going. Probably because she had been in denial the whole time. Eventually the silence had become peaceful and the denial made her strong, giving her confidence. Perhaps the only reason she'd survived so far was because she hadn't formed any attachments.

But she had to begrudgingly admit the three of them did make a good team. Their skills complemented each other. And what if she did get in another situation where she couldn't defend herself? Shit. Natalia glared at both of them for making her doubt herself. And yet they weren't trying to force her to stay, they were nicely trying to convince her. Natalia frowned. Could niceness really get anyone anywhere now days? Yet Natalia found herself imagining what it would be like to have someone watching her back, someone who (hopefully) wouldn't try to eat her. That offered a whole different kind of security, yet left her feeling painfully vulnerable. She would have to trust someone other than herself.

That seemed like...too much. Natalia turned to try and leave again. She'd only taken a few steps when she felt like her chest was imploding. What the heck? Was that a...anxiety attack? The thought of just walking away forever from the only other relatively decent humans she was likely to encounter...well it seemed impossible to do. Natalia sighed and took a few more steps forward. On a whim she glanced back over her shoulder. They were both just standing there staring.

"Well?" Natalia said impatiently as if staying together had been her idea all along. "Are you two coming?" Staying there much longer would be hazardous. She said nothing about deciding weather or not to join their group, but this was the best she could do for now. Once they were back to her secure rooftop (or wherever, if one of them had a better spot) she would be able to see how she felt about the whole ordeal.
 
Location: London
Area: No idea
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Maleek leaned herself up against the cement wall of an alley. It's not that she was running and out of breath, just tired as hell. He feet cramped, her legs ached, not to mention hungry. Sure her backpack had a few small cans of artificial flavored fruit or small bottled water, but eating it all at once wouldn't be good. "The hell am I?" she asked herself. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, it was a bliss to finally get a little bit of rest, yet she had to keep going. Simply reaching in her bag and removing a small bottled water. It wasn't warm, wasn't cold either. It just tasted weird, but it was clean, that's all that mattered.

Those noises. Groans and moans coming from deeper in the alley, she was spotted. Luckily only a couple, she could take them. Good thing they were slow though. Only half in the bottle left. What the heck, wouldn't hurt too much, she had two more bottles left. She down the rest of the bottle and threw it on the ground, those ... monsters got closer, are they getting faster?

Maleek gripped her bat and began her way, avoiding the ... monsters. It was best to find a store or something, food was on the top of her list. As well medicine, bandages, and water. She could make any noise, they were attracted to it. Why? Either way, its best to stay cautious, area is most likely full of them, just can't see them.

What even were these thing? All she knew they were people who's flesh became rotten, brains started to malfunction, their bodies were capable of strong pain no average human could take, except for the brain. It's odd. Unnatural. More importantly they ate... normal people. She took note of everything she learned in her notepad. Had to, what if there was a way to bring them back from this terrible state, you can't just kill willy-nilly. There had to be a cure, there is always a cure.

How many blocks has she walked now? Two? Three? She can't remember. This time she just strolled, she wanted some relaxation, who was she kidding? In this world? In the middle of the street there was a bus. Windows busted, worn down, tires flat. There were a few monsters lying inside. One sat, not even bothering to move. He just looked... dead. Was he relaxing? Were the ones lying down sleeping? They had to be, there still is some human in them.

Maleek continued down the path, there was a bar across the street, yet it was boarded up. Non-monsters? Maybe. Could be food.

She figured a way in, pick locking the metal door on the side, it was easy, but the door sure as hell was rusty. She made sure not to let the door just slam close and continued deeper in the bar. It was small, yet barley clean. After searching, she found tons of liqure to down her sorrows, no water, and old meals in cabinets. Make sure to read the labels first. The windows were boarded and the door was blocked by a love seat. Everything was fine, there was even extra couches that she can rest on.

Bang. Bang. Over and over that lousy man banged on that door. Of course she hadn't forgotten the mane she locked in the back room. What could Maleek do? He was going to attack her and turn her into one of those monsters. His groans coming loudly from behind the door. He must have owned the bar...? He'll forget.

That was another thing she learned. After a while, they forget that you were even there, as long as they can't see or hear you. Maleek took out her notepad and wrote the note down. He banged more.

"Don't worry." She said, quietly. Placing her bat down and lying down on one of the couches. "I'll give your bar back later, please just let me rest." And she was right. No more that 13 minutes later he stopped. He must have gotten tired.

She had to think of a better name though. Biters? Maybe.




[My character has moved to London. Sorry for this.... sloppy mess. Had to come up with something quick.]​
 
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"Well?" Natalia said impatiently as if staying together had been her idea all along. "Are you two coming?" Staying there much longer would be hazardous. She said nothing about deciding weather or not to join their group, but this was the best she could do for now. Once they were back to her secure rooftop (or wherever, if one of them had a better spot) she would be able to see how she felt about the whole ordeal. Duncan nodded eagerly towards her, and began to make haste- joining up with her once he realised her words and hopefully her intentions were alligned. It was like a dream come true, another fellow parkourer, non-obese person that didn't throw missions at Duncan expecting them to get finished, or with him dying trying. Another one would be an obvious mid-range trained military person, who would bear a great power against these undead creatures. The only thing that did scare Duncan was the newfound responsability that came with this newfound group- the possibility of fights breaking out, extra needs of supplies being shared amidst each other, warmth and anxiety attacks that might happen.

But it was all natural for that to come in a group, and being alone in this crazy world would certainly not be the most pleasurable of things. Duncan realised that, and decided to take the gamble. He had been alone for too long, and now it'd be fair for him to finally get to enjoy talking with someone for a change. As the military person (most likely) caught up with them, Duncan decided to spark up a conversation. "Say, yeh spoke abaut an ordah, to kill innocents, am-i-right? Watcha do when dey tried to force yeh to do so? Commandin' officah would probably noht like dat too well." It was definently a sensitive issue, most likely troubling the soldier- but he wanted to know if he simply walked away... or did something more drastic against those who may very well have trusted him.
 
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