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<span style="font-family:Amaranth"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">July 23rd | 13:00 | Fresno Suburbs (North Blackstone Ave.)</span></span><br/>​</div><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"Look, ever since that shit on the news broke, making any sort of money at ALL at the club has been, well.. impossible? Yeah yeah I know.. Are you sure attempting any sort of gig tonight is even wise?"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"><i>"Malakai we can't believe all that bullshit we hear on the news, right? You know better than anyone else that it's probably some made up bullshit from the government to fear monger people..Get yourself a Lyft and get to work tonight, eh?"</i></span><br/><br/>The cell phone beeped as Malakai ended the conversation. Walking home from a nearby grocery store strip-mall, a bag of snacks and a non-essentials slung into the bend of his right elbow, the slender man seemed less than keen on going anywhere NEAR downtown Frenso that evening..<br/><br/>He yawned then pushed the bridge of his aviator sunglasses back up his nose and shoved the LG smartphone into the rear pocket of his somewhat form-fitted black pants. The weather was warm, lacking a breeze it seemed, and sunny which caused the top of his bald head to feel harassed by the sunlight.<br/><br/>The phone call had fazed him a bit, all of the shit going on in the media had. His social media accounts were alight with strange stories of people going nuts with this 'odd set of behaviors' and some even showing signs of cannibalism? The very idea of that made him shudder and pick up the pace a bit more.<br/><br/>Less than five minutes from home and already he regretted walking instead of taking his own car or a Lyft...  At least he'd be closer to actual protection then..<br/><br/>A police car blasted by down the streets, sirens blazing..<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"The hell?"</span><br/><br/>Chewing on his lip piercings for a moment he leaned outward a bit to see what was happening, scanning the roof lines of a few parked cars just as that same cruiser collided with a line of parked cars on the opposite site of the four lane road..<br/><br/>A few pedestrians screamed in shock, Malakai simply stared, dumbfounded, before taking in the scene slowly unfolding in front of him - less than a quarter mile away..<br/><br/>An officer, fully uniformed, crawled from the wreckage... He seemed wounded yet...without warning fully capable of lunging at a close woman and her counterpart without abandon... The officer seemed deranged, tackling the woman first, seemingly tearing at her screaming figure while bystanders screamed for help..<br/><br/>Shit had gone from 0 to 100 in a millisecond..<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"What the fuck, hang on! I'm coming!"</span><br/><br/>What<i>was</i>he thinking anyway...<br/><br/>The soldier in him reacted on complete instinct, dropping the bag of goods - bottle of liquor shattering upon the asphalt - and sprinting towards the back-asswards assault. Blood began to run across the sidewalk as the officer tore flesh off the woman's arms and bit into anything he could grab, which was horrifying!<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"Dude! What is WRONG with you!? Get off her!" </span>Malakai snarled, moving to kick the then-thought psychotic police office off the dying woman.. only to find he had suddenly drawn those same cross-hairs upon himself.. Deadened red eyes looked at him, and a bloody maw dropped open in a hideous yawning moan..<br/><br/>Malakai had seen enough horror mogoes... and this was certainly shaping up to be one..<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"Fucking come at me, and I'll put a bullet in you!"</span>As he made the warning his hand had already moved to draw his sidearm, a MARSOC .45...<br/><br/>..when the crazy man rushed him!<br/><br/>With a shocked yelp he jumped back and pulled his weapon, aiming firmly with little shake...before squeezing the trigger. The pistol barked forth round after round, the aim intentionally low in effort to slow the assault... However despite the bullets hitting the officer, he kept barreling forth with full strength..<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"Dude, what the hell!"</span>Malakai adjusted his aim.. and emptied three more rounds into the attacking officer's head and chest..<br/><br/>It seemed to at least halt the man?<br/><br/>The officer fell into a heap on the ground with most of his head blown inward, collapsed from rotted interior flesh decay with some strange looking material leaking forth?<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4dff"><i>"What the fuck is that?"</i></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d"><i>"Th-That was a cop! He attacked her!"</i></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d"><i>"She's dead! She's fucking dead!!"</i></span><br/><br/>Not knowing how else to respond to the scene other than stare for a moment, Malakai Cross simply became enveloped in a sort of shell-shock.. .a PTSD-induced shell shock. The smell of gun powder from his freshly discharged weapon, the twitching body at his feet, the screaming people around him, the still wailing police car sirens... Everything became muddied as if he were slowly sinking underwater... This all lasted mere moments when it all snapped back to him, all the unreal reality..<br/><br/>Another one was running right for the group of people he thought he'd saved and more screaming ensued. This time there was no hesitation as he began to fire his weapon at the charging man with intent to kill from the wreckage of the police car - apparently someone who had been in custody as his hands were still in cuffs - the .45cal bullets slamming into near-dead flesh enough to trip him up so that his victims could escape.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"> "Fucking RUN! No idea what is wrong with these people but get out of here!"</span>he roared at the survivors while his target curbed its path towards the gun shots..and charged at the diminutive man with tattoos and piercings..<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"God damn it!"</span><br/><br/>Empty magazine...<br/><br/>So he'd have to run, and that he did! Turning on his heels he broke into a sprint down the road towards home with a (unbeknown to him at the time) Yellow Plague Infected man hot on his tail.. Had it not been for his physical experience, his past love of free running and his stamina, he'd have been just another number.. However when he reached the brick walls of the closest housing development he began to hurl himself upward with near-perfection, slinging over the backyard walls and traipsing the slender brick until reaching the roof lines...His pursuer would be left smashing into the brick-work unable to follow, yet Malakai would not stop until he was completely out of breath or adrenaline... whichever came first.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Arapey"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">July 30th | Morning 09:25 | Fresno Suburbs - Glenn Ave. Apartments</span></span><br/>​</div>A solid week had gone by since the attack on North Blackstone Ave brought the man into draw and empty his weapon into men seemingly possessed by something inexpiable... In that same week it had become more and more difficult to keep running water in his apartment building much less electricity and news channels throughout displayed constant droning emergency alerts and evacuation notices.<br/><br/>Videos had started surging forth upon social media platforms of similar assaults from these... things.. once humans now feral and such beings only growing in number exponentially. Despite being in the suburbs of Fresno, Malakai was relatively trapped in his apartment complex.<br/><br/>He'd been stuck for three days as tenants in other units began acting strangely.  Observing them wallowing in a complete blank-stared state over night to darting after a health person the next morning.. Two days prior to becoming trapped, he'd raided three local pharmacies for his medications - normally procured from the V.A - and managed to actually STEAL a large quantity of Phenytoin and Topiramate to control his seizures while the pharmacy was being raided by attacking .. plagued.<br/><br/>Getting his pain medications and anti-anxiety drugs had proven more difficult. Depakote was not always in ready large supply, and he'd thankfully had a three-month order of it on hand.. He had no luck finding it thus far at close pharmacies.. Getting pain-management pills were difficult as well as thieves and junkies were raiding pharmacies for these as well... Hydrocodone and Methadone had been prescribed to him for pain management for his shoulder and headache phenomena.. however he'd have to find a clinic for these...<br/><br/>For now he sat on his couch watching the news, cleaning his M4 A1 rifle and managing his gear.. attempting to calm his nerves until something in his head clicked him into gear... He'd not gone to work, not answered his phone.. His mind had focused on one thing - survival.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">​</div>