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 After The End [Closed], Zombies~
Lucyfer
 Posted: Nov 5 2014, 09:09 PM
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The need to survive brought all kinds of people together. It brought out the worst, and it brought out the best, in others. The end of the modern era of high-speed internet and information was brought by creatures, slow and mindless, who needed none of those things to survive. Zombies walked the earth, and outnumbered humanity.

It had started as an illness. That illness killed, and those who died came back as zombies. The recently deceased had also started to rise. Some shouted about it being the apocalypse. Most fell victim to those zombies, and when they were killed, they, too, became one of the living dead.

Those who survived were odd groups. Families, loners, military, police, librarians—all sorts survived, and banded together to utilize the knowledge they had gained in their lives. Some could only provide comfort. Some could provide knowledge and entertainment. Others provided protection.

Humanity tried to find solace and life in this new world.

One group was still looking for a place to settle before winter hit. The lead car, a black Jeep Rubicon, came to a stop before a strip mall. “Why are you stopping?” The woman in the ripped jeans asked the driver. The two looked alike, as they should. Siblings. The man had blonde hair he hadn’t bothered to try cutting, so it now fell to his shoulders. He had scruff on his face, though given the color, it wasn’t as noticeable.

The girl had similar blonde hair, and it fell past her shoulders, to the middle of her back. They differed in eye color, him with blue and her with green. He sat up taller, and stood taller. His form had become athletic, but he was not huge or buff by any means. His sister was in a similar condition. Their lifestyle made it a necessity to remain in shape.

“We need supplies,” he answered, “I saw a sign that said a pawn shop was in here somewhere.” He pushed the door open and she followed suit, grabbing the daggers from the backseat before shutting her door. Both of them were gentle about it, lest there be any zombies around.

The other cars began to pull up around them, four in total, and the individuals began to exit. Children, elderly, women and men populated their numbers. “We need supplies, so I think a run is necessary.” He then motioned to another of the men, this one younger, late teens. “I’d like you to check the area for gas. I know we always need that.”

“Gotcha,” he gave a nod.

“Some of you stay back and keep watch over supplies from raiders,” he ignored the grin on the woman’s face, “the rest of you can come along and check the place out. Pairs.” He reminded, before motioning to the woman.

She quickly fell in step with them. “Still using Fallout talk.”

“We don’t have a better name for those scum.” The humans who preyed upon others were scum in his eyes.

“They’re not drug addicts.”

“You played that game too much, Tori,” he noted as he found a door into one of the stores. It was glass, and already broken open. Not a good sign. He ducked under the sharp shards and waited for her to enter. It was the pawn shop. “Ammo, weapons, and guns. Those are priorities.”

“I know, I know. You make it sound like I haven’t been doing this for months now, Marshall,” a smirk played at her lips.

He just sighed, “I remember when we didn’t….” he walked behind the counter as she glanced in the broken glass containers. “When we just talked of a zombie apocalypse.”

They’d been talking too much. A guttural sound reached their ears, and both turned to see the zombies stumbling towards the storefront. “Son of a bitch,” Marshall cursed, taking his gun from its holster.

Tori just threw a dagger she had on her, before he was able to aim. That took one down. A second followed, “Noise!” She reminded him with a snap, before jogging towards the glass and the exit to fetch her daggers from the corpse.

Marshall, of course, didn’t heed her. He fired at the other zombies, more concerned with her having a clear path to retrieve her daggers than the fact it would draw the attention of others.

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Arx Leduc
 Posted: Dec 3 2014, 04:30 PM
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How long had it been since the world had come down around his ears? No idea how long it was exactly, now it just all clashed together like some crappy little soap opera you'd see om AMC late at night. Here in this age, though, there was no time to remember the past. Puly had found this out long ago, as he tried to sleep in the bathroom. Bathrooms were not the most fun place to sleep in, nor were they the safest from people, but deadheads? Ha, they couldn't pull a door, or unlock it. So there...he was safe. For now. Outside, though, he had no idea there were people looting the mall.

Puly was, once upon a time, a man of ill-repute, a gunrunner who probably should have spent more time behind bars than he should have. But, hey, when the dead rise the courthouse can't legally hold you! His gun told them so. Of course, Puly had burrowed a bit of this and a bit of that from the Police Station attached to the court house, some tactical body armour, which read 'Police' on the front and back of the vest; a rather nice looking Police Remington Shotgun, complete with a belt of shells, which he was running low on; some snacky foods; and a rather nice pistol, which he no longer had ammo for.

Outside, he didn't drive, he walked, and relied on his basic instincts to survive. Cars made noise, walkers loved noises. Just like the random gunfire down the hall. Idiots.

"Wait a second!" he suddenly said out loud, jolting up from the makeshift, awkward toilet stall bed. Gunshots? He quickly unlatched the stall door, and shoved it open, grabbing his duffle of supplies, his shotgun, and the shell belt. He had enough shells to go Rambo, then get bit. And more than enough pistol bullets to take on an army...ha...not really. Slowly he shoved open the door to the bathroom and peaked down the hall, looked like...walkers were gathering down by the pawnshop?

Slowly he scooted down into cover, watching them carefully. Should he make contact? Well, maybe they had water on them... So he moved to bring his gloved fingers up to his lips, a mask covered the rest of his face, and a pair of skiing goggles covered his eyes. He let out a sharp, loud whistle, which echoed all around the area. "HEY, Deadheads, over here," his thick voice suddenly carried over the sounds of gunfire and groaning.
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 Posted: Dec 5 2014, 03:35 PM
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The daggers were retrieved without injury, but Marshall’s shots had brought them over more trouble. Tori backed up from the entrance and tried to keep them in that small area, lest they get overwhelmed, throwing dagger after dagger until she was out of them. ‘Got to pick up a machete.’ It was on the list. She had a gun, of course, but she wasn’t keen on using it, even if Marshall had already gotten them in trouble.

In the second of internal debate, someone whistled.

The ‘deadheads’, as he called them, turned to look as he then proceeded to shout. “Fucking idiot,” Tori heard Marshall hiss, but she didn’t see it that way. He provided a distraction, so Tori ran and grabbed one of her daggers out of a corpse, and plunged it into the next zombie that turned to look at her.

Marshall moved forward as his gun clicked, and he realized he was out of ammo. Not wanting to waste time reloading, he let his gun drop back into its holster and he drew out his combat knife and sliced through the walkers as Tori various used her daggers for melee or thrown.

There hadn’t been many left in the herd then, thankfully.

“Who are you?” Marshall demanded immediately of the stranger in the police attire. Tori shot him a look that said ‘be nice’, but his expression didn’t soften, and his posture remained defensive as he flicked the blood off his knife. Tori went about retrieving her blades from the dead, though did continue to glance around for others that might have been drawn by the whistle and noise.
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 Posted: Dec 6 2014, 02:15 AM
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Puly hadn't the need to fire a shot, as they seemed to be doing just fine without him needing to waste some shells. Slowly he stood up to watch, throwing his Remington over one shoulder and standing at a very....casual stance, dominant foot forward, hip pushed out to the side, and his arm curled over his shotgun. Like what one would expect a redneck to look like if you were on his land! Of course, he was far from a redneck, and did not act like a cop. So chances are, he wasn't either. Yet when they approached, he didn't appear to be hostile. Instead, he just slowly cracked a grin as he looked between the two of them, shifting his weight forward, then started a slow walk forward, taking his glances up and down the way to make sure that no walkers would get the drop on him.

"Puly," he replied to Marshall in a very casual tone, his voice was heavily accented, Eastern European. Soon stopping when he was a few metres away from them, then slowly started to pace around them, scoping them out.

He picked up on that this man was most likely the 'Alpha,' and the best thing to do was to break the alpha and assume his position. Slowly he tilted his head back and gave a little grin. "Do I scare ya, 'Merica Man?" he asked in a near whisper to Marshall, shifting fully to look at him. His eyes, thankfully hidden, scoped out the pair. The woman had daggers, that meant getting close could hurt, and the man just had his gun and a combat knife. He'd be easier to hit, if he needed an upper hand now. "Oh, also, who the fuck are you?" he asked after a moment, doing his best to impersonate Marshall's voice.
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 Posted: Dec 8 2014, 03:49 PM
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Marshall didn’t like this ‘Puly’ the more he watched him. What kind of name was Puly anyway? He didn’t sound like he was from around here, and he was acting in a way Marshall would have associated with a predatory cat when he began pacing around. Marshall didn’t give in to the bait to turn and follow him. A glance to Tori confirmed she was watching him as she yanked a dagger out of a corpse, when Puly moved behind Marshall.

At the question, he only copped a smirk. Yep, foreigner, and a fucking idiot, too. “None of your fucking concern, Puly.” He told him when the louder question was asked. He turned then to face the insolent one, catching the surprised look from Tori. He wanted to dismiss him.

“Marshall, stop it,” her tone was severe, unaware of what had him on edge. He looked annoyed that she’d given away his name.

She asked, “Are you alone or with others, Puly?”

These were the standard questions asked to others, anyway. Name, status, how many zombies they’d killed, how many humans they’d killed, and what they used to do, to figure out if they’d even mesh with the group that they were building.
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Puly didn't like the way Marshall lorded over all he had seen like he was the God-King of the area. Whatever area it was? But yes, Puly was like a predatory cat, he had his own tests for these people. If they had nothing, they would be desperate, and be less inquisitive about him. These two looked like they knew what they were doing, while this was good for humans it might be bad for him. Though when he was satisfied by the way that they had reacted, he stopped pacing. Instead he stood before them and took on a stance akin to a military at ease.

"You should listen to him more, Missy, for all you know I am a danger terrorist...well...which is not far from the truth. Long story," Puly said right off the bat, and his face took on a more serious tone. He then slowly reached up to tug off his mask and his goggles, so he could peer at the pair with his icy blue eyes. Baltic features, Baltic complexion, and best of all, he was one scraggily, yet nicely groomed, dude. His eyes looked then over to Tari as she asked him the question line.

"Alone, for now, I have, or maybe rather had, friends in New York City waiting for me. Haha, doubt they're there now..." he then turned and kicked one of the walker corpses, "THANKS to these guys! Contingency down the drain, quarantine failed... Ya know, I've seen enough Romero to know what not to do."

As he spoke, he was very animated, it seemed, constantly moving his hands, or switching his stance about. Though he did not avoid eye contact, he enjoyed conversation deep down, after having only dealt with the living dead...who didn't seem quite inclined to talk about the weather much anymore.
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Lucyfer
 Posted: Dec 13 2014, 10:45 PM
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‘You clearly aren’t interested in joining a group.’ Though Tori bites her own tongue before saying as much, or suggesting as much. Quite a few people had become assholes, or blunt, during this situation. In some ways, the honesty of it was refreshing, but in many others it was just frustrating. People were forgetting how to be human. They were forgetting to trust.

Marshall was among those forgetting how to trust.

At least the man stopped pacing, though he certainly didn’t stop moving. Seemed he’d been stranded here alone early on, “Didn’t join with anyone?” Marshall found that odd, and voiced it, before shaking his head. “Never mind,” not important. He must not want to.

So then, why come out and help? He must want something. Marshall was sure of that.

A corpse had been kicked. Marshall decided the question on walkers wasn’t important. The one on humans wasn’t important at the moment, either. He’d see soon enough if it was. “We’ve got to get moving, so good luck to ya, Puly.” Marshall motioned to Tori before he started walking, not turning his back on Puly to go in the other direction, but moving to walk around him and away from the pawn shop. He had gotten what he wanted from here, anyway.

Tori hesitated, of course. Her seconds of hesitation were the room for Puly to speak, for when she decided to follow, Marshall would already be several yards away from the stranger.
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