Surviving The Dead
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				Title: <strong>Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 05:33:30</strong>
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				The ground was warm under his body, the grass brittle and dry against the exposed flesh of his arms.&nbsp; From above the sun beat down relentlessly as the sweat formed upon his brow.&nbsp; Dry air of summer did nothing to quell the heat of the summer sun from above.&nbsp; But the heat of summer was the last thing on Michael Sullivan’s mind as he laid stretched out upon his stomach looking over the town below.<br><br>He was stretched out upon the wooded hill top on the outskirts of the town.&nbsp; At first, Michael wasn’t sure at all what to make of the small little town laid out before him.&nbsp; It was quiet, both down in the town and up in the hill.&nbsp; He couldn’t see anything moving down below, not even the slightest trace of the infected within the streets.&nbsp; There was nothing going on down in the streets, looking more and more as if it were a ghost town.&nbsp; Streets were emptied.&nbsp; Some buildings were boarded up, others smashed in and looted already.&nbsp; The houses beyond the town seemed even more empty and desolate in the haze of the summer sun.&nbsp; <br><br>Michael Sullivan didn’t feel right about the town at all.&nbsp; Seeing the quiet town left him uneasy at first.&nbsp; There were more than a million different things running through his mind, so many things that could go wrong.&nbsp; It was all about survival, making the right choices that separated the living and the infected.&nbsp; Far too many people made the stupid choices, only to become just like the infected so hungry for flesh.&nbsp; It was all about survival.<br><br>Surviving was exactly what Michael had felt like he was doing for almost all his life.&nbsp; Whether on his own, on the streets, or behind bars, Michael had been a survivor.&nbsp; Prison was a blessing in disguise.&nbsp; It had taken away so much of his life.&nbsp; And yet, it kept him safe, shielded him from the outbreak going on outside.&nbsp; But now he was free, and he had no intention at all dying so quickly after tasting freedom for the first time in years.<br><br>A rumble of his stomach reminded Michael of just why he was there.&nbsp; The need for food.&nbsp; The highways were bare, picked clean by the few survivors still left.&nbsp; He didn’t dare venture into the major cities.&nbsp; Even he had heard the stories of the cities becoming nothing more than hives for the diseased.&nbsp; For as far as he could see, the town looked quiet, deserted, dead.&nbsp; It didn’t feel right at all deep down in the pit of his stomach, but there was no denying the thought in the back of his mind of food and supplies within the town to sustain himself.&nbsp; <br><br>“Get busy livin, or get busy dyin…” He said aloud to himself quietly, giving the town one last look over, from the houses, to the town and the lake just beyond the town.<br><br>It took him fifteen minutes to get down the hill and into his car.&nbsp; The stereo had been silent, turned completely off as he approached the town inside the beat up Civic he found.&nbsp; It was just outside the town that he killed the engine, parking it across the side of the road.<br><br>With the car parked along the main road, Michael paused as he stared down the town before him.&nbsp; He couldn't help but to nervously tap his fingers against the steering wheel before turning his glance over to his sister in the seat before him.&nbsp; Sister.&nbsp; It still felt odd to him to know he actually had a sister.&nbsp; For too long it had been him, and only him, on his own.&nbsp; He never expected he had actual family out there until the letter arrived in prison.&nbsp; They had kept up with each other as best as they could with the situation he found himself in, but with out that glass partition, it seemed a little awkward to be around her in the flesh.<br><br>"Keep your eye down the road." He said as he slowly began to climb out of the car.&nbsp; "I'll wave you down if it's safe.&nbsp; If not...&nbsp; Well...&nbsp; You know what to do..."<br><br>His hand gripped the handle of the bat from the back of the car tightly as he began the slow, cautious walk down the main street, his eyes peeled as he glanced around, looking for any thing from food, the infected, even signs of actual life.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 06:02:07</strong>
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				Brian walked along the path he has been walking on for the past few days, it all happened very suddenly. Before he was a graduate from a very prestigious university searching for a job whenever he could get it making a couple of hundred dollars per repair. Now he was walking along a empty street with a steel bat (http://api.ning.com/files/pmorxRdUgv4n-atP3sv5guYSBmhieebf2P6LkMlj1yk4G1anoGABJTG-XvT4yQdh/0911101143d.jpg?width=640&amp;height=480) the very thing that kept him alive for all this time and the very same thing he got used to doing, smashing the heads out of people. The first person he killed was his actual brother, he loved him to death until the moment he actually tried to kill Brian and the only thing left was his bat. It would be weird that the only friend that managed to stay with him was his dog Luna which was walking right besides him. <br><br>Stopping for a minute he took a knee in front of Luna and smiled at the girl patting the top of her head with love and care, "Hey there girl, just a little bit longer okay?". He took a small bowl he was carrying and poured some water for Luna which she greedy began lapping. The sky was a bit dark, and to be frank the entire thing was dark, ever since this all started the mood for the entire world became one of death, you could not walk for awhile without smelling a rotten corpse reason why he got used to it. Once Luna finished with the bowl he grabbed it and stood up, he had quite a few miles left on his travels to the next town.<br><br>To everybody besides him traveling under such conditions would be asking for death, however he did learn a lot of different things about them which was his mission. He kept a notebook with him with notes on the zombies and all that he learned from them. Depending on location the zombies could get rougher and stronger or slower and weaker it all depended on how much 'food' they had and of course food meant humans. The logical thing to do was to move out of the main cities and keep himself moving from time to time. A car made too much noise and attracted them, a special kind of shoes were necessary shoes that did not made sound when walking.<br><br>He started walking once again for awhile until he arrived at the entrance of the town. Looking down at Luna he smiled and nodded, "you know the drill right girl?". He grabbed the bat with both hands while Luna walked right in front of him smelling the ground for zombies. He has been on the road for quite awhile and had met a lot of different people, those same people died on greed and on basic human behavior. The bat had the scent of a infected in it making Luna able to smell for that very same type of blood around alerting him when they were nearby. She was his best friend and loyal partner and he would not trade her for anybody or anything. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lisabeth</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 10:02:52</strong>
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				Amy Harris dropped her backpack next to the hard plastic chair she had drug from across the street pressing the back up against the middle of the fifteen foot long brick wall that made up the side of the local Food Way. The town was utterly void of life, just like the town before that, and the one before that. And she had traveled each one in complete silence.<br>She slid against the bright yellow plastic getting as comfortable as she was going to get, pulling the small worn pick from her jean pocket. Silence wasn't in her nature. Amy had wanted to he seen from the moment of her birth, wanted to be heard the instant she opened her mouth. 20 years later she was going days on end in utter quite desperately afraid of drawing the attention of... whatever the hell they were. <br>She unzipped the soft guitar case pulling the finely crafted acoustic from its confines. The guitar had been her fathers, it had been the instrument he played with her when she was learning to harmonise and was the only thing she had left of her former life. She bit down on the pic flexing and stretching her fingers. they were surprisingly tense, so much so that she was reminded of her first time playing in front of a crowd. Feeling that same nervous chill that churned in her gut and lingered there long after the concert had ended. She knew if they heard her they would come, she knew if they came she would have to face them again and that wasn't something Amy was prepared for.<br>Amy pluck the strings lightly feeling the instrument vibrate ever so slightly in her grip, it hardly made a sound yet that soft melody was enough to send a shiver of fear down her spine. Amy glanced around, looking forward, towards the street, left down the wall then right. Nothing could sneak up behind her. Nothing could move towards her without her seeing it, she knew there wasn't going to be a safer spot then this. She couldn't be trapped here and unless a mob of them came from every angel, something that was highly unlikely with as deserted as everything seamed, she knew if one did show up she could run off in the opposite direction long before it reached her. <br>She strummed the guitar again putting a little more force behind her movements this time but still hesitated. Amy took a deep breath setting her jaw. Sliding her fingers along the instruments neck Amy pressed against the thin wires taking on last deep breath. she had been silent for far to long. <br>Without an amplifier the sound didn't stretch as far as it should have, stretching at the most five blocks and that was only because the place was dead quite having only the delicate sounds of nature to shattered the tranquility of that shell of a town. Amy played as if she had one anyway, slamming her pic down making the interment come alive with notes that ran seamlessly from one to the other. Amy screamed her lyrics out over the deadened town trying to stay in tempo but was unable to restrain herself. <br>The song she sang was a soft rhythm about a girl lost in a sea of regret yet Amy played it as hard as she could kicking up the notes, speeding them up. It was a damn fool thing to do but she couldn't help it, she was born with music in her veins, she lived for it. She supposed if she had to die for something there was no better reason then dieing for what she loved. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 20:22:16</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was strange Sam Harris thought as he rode, his legs moving like pistons driving the cycle onwards. Before the infection his fake courier bike and uniform had been great cover for his drug dealing. With the added advantage of being able to slide through blocked traffic with the greatest of ease if the cops or other dealers where after him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But that was way back when and there where no blocked traffic any more because there was no traffic and sure as hell he was in no city. No cities where just one big heap of Zombies with your living chances pretty close to zero. So here he was cycling along this road in the middle of nowhere being boiled by the sun riding high in the blue sky.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He crested the hill coming to a stop and looked down on the town below. Quiet as towns where now a days but peaceful well that remained to be seen. Sam contemplated, go around? But his food was pretty well gone and who knows how far the next town would be and would it be any better?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pushing the bike into motion he began to freewheel down the hill and then pedaling as he hit the bottom, One advantage of the bike was its relative quiet, just the hiss of the tires on the road. Ride in along main street first sign of zombies and he was so out of there. He closed the distance moving through the outer housing, weaving occasionally around the parked or abandoned vehicles.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He slowed, there was a figure walking along the main street and Sam stopped turning the bike so it was side on to the advancing figure. If it were a zombie he would head back out of town, if not then he would see. But for now he just watched the figure, occasionally checking the area around him as well, cautious kept you alive.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 22:28:53</strong>
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				Every second spent in the town made Michael feel worse and worse about the situation.&nbsp; From above in the hills, it seemed quiet, deserted with a glance from the naked eye.&nbsp; There wasn’t a trace of the infected in the streets, but being up there in the hills and down in the town was totally different.&nbsp; The silence was unnerving to him, the feeling of complete death lingering in the air so thick and heavy.&nbsp; Every second was one spent in absolute suspense, one in which he felt as if anything would be coming out from the shadows of the buildings.&nbsp; <br><br>His slow, cautious footsteps carried him deeper and deeper into the town.&nbsp; The grip upon his bat tightened out of nervous tension as he looked around, his eyes scanning for any single trace of sustenance to keep him going.&nbsp; Seeing the wreckage of cars, the looted storefronts, the remnants of struggle smeared against the sidewalk, did nothing but give him doubts.&nbsp; It was just as he was thinking of turning back, of heading back to the car and track down the next city on the road map when something caught his attention.<br><br>At first it was faint, distant in the warm summer air.&nbsp; His whole body froze with tension, his ears straining to hear the distant sound of music.&nbsp; The sounds of the guitar were soon followed by the voice of a woman carried across the deserted and still air like a beacon.&nbsp; His grip upon the bat tightened, the sweat forming as he moved slowly and cautiously closer to the sound of the voice.&nbsp; Whether it was a trap or just someone singing their heart out out of sheer desire, he didn’t know.&nbsp; What he did know was that it was someone else, another human, another living person, and he was damned if he was going to turn down a chance to actually see and talk to another person.&nbsp; <br><br>With the turn of a corner, he caught a glimpse of the woman near the end of the street.&nbsp; The sight of another person made his heart beat a little quicker.&nbsp; It had been some time since he had seen another person, let alone one that wasn’t a criminal or law enforcement officer.&nbsp; Michael approached slowly, his footsteps quiet as he loosened the death grip upon the bat.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 22:42:54</strong>
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				Unlike the other wanderers, the travelers, their was one living and breathing in these desolate, quiet ruins that had been here since way, way before the outbreak even started; one that was born in this peaceful little place.<br><br>Jokingly, he had once said that he was born here, would live here, and would likely die here; that was to a customer, once, who asked him about the town. It had been a nice place, before the mess; little crime and violence,&nbsp; nice people (with the occasional asshole, of course), and the library always had something, new or old, something interesting to check out. <br><br>Now, though, it's been days since he's left the confines of his father's diner.&nbsp; A few days into this mess, he had relocated himself out to this building, right out on the outskirts of the town. Being away from the center of town, where his apartment was, was better; also, their was easily enough canned food, bottled water and other things, to last him a very, very long time.&nbsp; Plus, the design of the building made it easy to fortify. <br><br>Out in front, their was shrubbery along the front of the diner; their were windows, with blinds drawn down, but those windows were five feet off the ground. They were up just high enough to make it inconveneint for any wandering zombie to try and climb through. <br><br>Their was a front door, which was only glass, and which was the weakest point in the defense; but this was at the top of some stairs, and it was pretty well barricaded from the inside, with a heavy table effectively blocking it up. <br><br>Their was a back entrance, that led directly into the kitchen section of the restaurant, but that door was solid metal, with heavy locks; and currently, locked. <br><br>It was dark inside, but a close observer might see one of the front windows has its blind not quite down all the way, and their was a glowing, flickering light source inside. Their were two other potential indicators that somebody lived in there; smoke coming from a chimney,&nbsp; and the sign.<br><br>On the sign, which advertised the Sun Shine Diner, their was a section of board where one might expect to find a listing of specials. Now, this sign bore three sentences: I AM ALIVE. ENTRANCE IN BACK. KNOCK, PAUSE, KNOCK, PAUSE, KNOCK, TAP-TAP-TAP.<br><br>&nbsp;Of course, who's to say the sign is for real? Maybe it's a trap! Maybe it's some twisted joke. Or maybe the man who put it up, was never given the chance to take it down. Maybe, though, it is legit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 22:45:36</strong>
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				Brian continued to walk deeper into town, what appeared to be a small sound could be heard at the distance. Luna stopped and looked over at him, "Yea girl I hear it too, whoever it is doing that it's a stupid person". He shook his head and nodded, "Lead the way girl". The dog growled and started to run deeper into the town, he could see a couple of buildings appearing already. <br><br>He stopped in the middle of the road he could see a walker already making her way toward the sound, <em>perfect just damn perfect</em>. He approached the walker and slammed his bat on top of the walkers head splashing the brains all over the place. Shaking the blood away he continued to walk to where the sound was her dog of course leading the way. Taking a deep breath he thought that he could see the shadow of a person or walker coming closer to the woman near the corner of the street. <br><br>He began to ran once again towards the sound obviously worried that the sound could attract more walkers. If the other figure was a walker he hoped to kill it before he reached the girl, if not then for the first time in more than a week he finally found some alive people besides his dog. His panting became obvious as he raced toward the sound bat in hand and ready to swing it if it was necessary. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 00:46:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sam put his hand over the top of his eyes to give them shade from the relentless sun as he watched the figure. There was something odd about it and as it turned a corner it became obvious. The figure was carrying a bat, which marked it as being an living man. Zombies carried nothing in their hands whether because they could not or they just preferred not too Sam had never bothered to ask them.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Follow or not? It really was a moot point for two reasons, one the figure may know where there was food and water. Secondly and maybe the more important Sam was lonely. The last few weeks he had not seen a single living person, plenty of zombies yes but living no. Shame that the figure had not been female, Sam really missed that.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He turned the bike and began to pedal after the man confidant that he would soon catch up. As he closed he could faintly hear the sound of a person singing. A female person no less, things where looking up and it was obvious that the man was heading for where the voice was coming from so Sam increased his speed. The singing would attract the zombies and that was always bad news.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sam turned the corner and saw the man just up ahead and put on a spurt.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lisabeth</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 01:23:05</strong>
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				Amy strummed the guitar until only she and it existed falling into the sounds and sparking a flood of memories. There were three cities they were touring in this state and the train had been the quickest way to get to all three in the time allotted. She had been thoroughly enjoying the experience. It had been her first trip to America and so far it was all she had hoped it would be. it was exciting and unknown, all new and yet ancient with lingering ghosts of a past that was different yet so similar to her own. <br>Danny wasn't having half as good a time as she was. Danny Evans&nbsp; was Amy's high school sweet heart and her Drummer. He had always been cynical, one of those people that were permanently trapped in the rebellious mindset of a sixteen year old. He had nothing but contempt for anyone that wasn't named Danny Evans and wasn't afraid to voice his discontent. a colossal asshole Danny had at every turn&nbsp; managed to keep Amy from having the time of her life with a slue of insults or degrading remarks about the people and places around them. She would have looked back on him with nothing but hatred had it not been Danny that saved her life. <br>The instant the chaos began there shows were cancelled and she and the rest of her band were taken to the airport where they was supposed to board the next plane to New York, and from there Home. By the time they got to the airport the place was in even more chaos then the city outside, flooded with people trying to get as far from the growing danger as humanly possible. Amy and the others were stopped just outside the already packed building. there was some sort of mix up and somewhere information never got to the right people. <br>Amy turned towards the mass of frightened people as her manger Samuel Patterson argued with a member of the airports staff. The people were frantic with fear and confusion. Men women and children all huddling together all shouting over each other falling into utter disarray despite the attempts by the airports staff and security to keep everyone calm and somewhat organized. <br>She remembered feeling a sudden sense of panic when someone screamed in the middle of the crowd. She remembered freezing up, her body locked in a state of fear when the mob erupted in a flurry of movement all of them trying to scatter at once and only succeeding in trampling over each other. Whatever had been happening in the streets, whatever had rendered the once proud city to ashes had found its way to the airport. She Didn't know how deadly it was at the time or how utterly devastating the event would be on that nation and the world. All she knew was that there was no order to be found anywhere, everywhere she looked was more people running, screaming. A large man holding a small bleeding girl had rushed by her inadvertently smashing into Amy in his desperation to flee whatever terror was chasing them. She fell back falling hard on her fathers guitar. She remembered feeling a surge of fear that she might have broken it. It was silly that of all the things to be afraid of she was scared she had broken a guitar. <br>A hand had slapped around her wrist yanking her to her feet. and before she had realized who had a hold on her she was being drug back through the crowed and towards the side of the building. Danny had seen her fall and reached out rescuing her from the chaos. She was shaken and in tears but other then that alright. Danny was clutching his arm his long plaid shirt had been torn open, a large chunk of his left forearm was a blood gash. <br>he had been the one to take the shotgun from the wrecked police barricade and slowly over the next few days Amy watched him wither away until he became the thing that had killed him. <br>Amy let the memories of the past slip away and felt reality pull her back into its grip. Opening her eyes she gasped spinning out of the bright yellow chair. She watched the man watch her, swinging the guitar on its strap behind her wile at the same time bringing the shotgun up holding him in her sights. Her first thought was that it was one of those things, that it was creeping up to maul her wile she was off in her own world. But slowly she realized it wasn't. <br>Dropping her gun Amy felt her lips curl up into a smile. He had been the first living thing she had seen in more then a month and she was beginning to fear that she was the last living being in the state. She laughed as she moved towards him on her verge of tears utterly joyful that she wasn't alone anymore. All that was replaced with sudden shock as the man with the bat rushed in behind him. <br>"Wait!" was all she had time to scream praying that it was enough to make him hesitate.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 01:50:09</strong>
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				As the music stopped, Michael didn't know what was happening as the singer shouted out.&nbsp; Quickly he turned, seeing the two men coming closer and closer to him.&nbsp; One was armed with a bat in hand and dog, the other on a bicycle.&nbsp; His mind went into panic mode.&nbsp; Survival was the one and only thing on his mind.&nbsp; Whether this was some sort of trap by bandits, or misunderstanding, he didn't know.&nbsp; Out of instinct alone, with a tight grip on his bat, he raised it up, more than ready to strike and fight his way out of the town if he had to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 01:55:27</strong>
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				Brian finally arrived near and placed his bat down on the floor, "Whoa I am not here to hurt anybody, you are attracting those things with your music you did know that right?". He looked down at Luna and took a dog cookie and gave it to her, "I am not here to hurt anybody, my name is Brian this girl here it's Luna". He smiled taking the bat from the floor and resting his weight on it."I never expected to see someone alive out here especially after so much time had passed". He looked at both of them and apparently both of them were also new to each other. He looked at both of them with the bat on hand just in case any of them wanted to get into a fight with him. Taking a deep breath he nodded and smirked waiting for them to react to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 02:16:47</strong>
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				His adrenaline was flowing through his veins.&nbsp; From within his chest, his heart seemed more than ready to burst free from it's encasement.&nbsp; It wasn't until the bat was placed down upon the ground that Michael felt a little bit easier, although not at all at ease with what was going on.<br><br>Slowly he lowered the bat from his batting stance.&nbsp; He gradually eased the tension from his body, giving him a slight nod before being unable to control the nervous, awkward chuckle from his lips.&nbsp; "You just about gave me a heart attack." He said, bringing the bat back down to his feet as he looked around.&nbsp; "It was a pretty shitty feeling to see other living people for a change and thinking they just want to kill you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 04:27:28</strong>
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				The silence of the quiet town was suddenly broken by the sound of an engine coming closer. This was fairly unusual as most vehicles had been destroyed during the apocalypse, or had run out of fuel by now, but there was definitively some kind of truck coming up towards the town's main road. After a few minutes of the sound getting louder and louder, a military Humvee (http://www.chezpilou.info/public/Voitures/Hummer_us_army.jpg) with camouflage colors appeared. But instead of rescue, or a group of soldiers coming in to save the day, there seemed to be only one young girl at the wheel.<br><br>At 22, Janie (http://files.myopera.com/magic_mania/albums/53530/17.JPG) was a fairly recent officer in the US Army, and also a Communication Engineer. While the world had ended, she had been completely oblivious to it, having spent the last couple of weeks alone on top of a hill, working on satellite equipment for the Army, repairing a transmission tower. Add to that the time it took her to drive her vehicle back to the closest town, and only now was she seeing the devastation of what she had missed.<br><br>Her first clue had been when she tried to contact her military base before leaving. No answer had come back. Then, when she was on the road, she tried various radio stations, and again nothing. Now, she had spotted this small town and decided to investigate what was going on. She still had no idea of the extent of the situation, but as she rolled through the deserted main street, she spotted a small group of people talking. It was a good thing there were people here since the Humvee was almost out of gas by now.<br><br>She stopped her vehicle a few feet away and stepped off. She looked like a soldier, wearing her military boots, camo pants, white tank top and a buttoned camo vest on top of it, with the US Army logo on her shoulder. She also had her issued handgun in the holster on her belt, and black sunglasses on her face, which she brought up on her head with a hand. Slowly, she approached the group, unsure as to what was happening, and hoping that these could tell her why everything seemed so deserted. She spoke in a cautious and slow voice.<br><br>"Excuse me? Anyone knows what's going on around here?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 23:52:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sam brought the cycle to a stop and then got off putting out the stand as he did so. The man with the dog seemed to be easing the situation so Sam removed his hand from the Glock at the small of his back. He stepped forward closing the distance but then stopped out of bat swinging distance.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“My name is Sam seeing as everyone is introducing themselves and actually you where right to be cautious. If you where a murdering psycho before the event then you will still be one.” He smiled. “Not that I am by the way just a ex-city boy trying to survive in this new mad world.” He nodded to Brian. “Actually out here is just where you will find survivors, the cities are swarming with Zombies the only way to survive is to get the hell out into the countryside.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He turned at the sound of a vehicle and watched as it approached. It had to be a human driving it no Zombie had the motor skills or memory to be able to drive. Sam smiled at the woman that got out, two females the day was looking up. Then he looked around and then back at the others, “With the singing and the vehicle noise any zombie nearby will be shuffling his way here. I suggest that we move elsewhere and then get to know each other. If any of you are from here a little nod as to where there is food stocks would be appreciated.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He checked the area again, empty for now but not for long I guess. “If that has gas then I suggest we all get aboard and move out of town into the fields for our discussion. No cover for the zombies to surprise us, what do you all think?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lisabeth</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 19:57:08</strong>
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				Amy's heart was beating so fast it felt like it would burst. The constant stress and fear only added to her fright when the two men nearly took each others heads off. She didn't want that to happen, suddenly she couldn't think of a worse fate then finding not one, but two living souls only to have them beat each other to death. Thankfully that was a fear that was laid to rest, she supposed with all the fear that was on a constant upclimb that she was owed some slack with at lest one. <br>She listened to the men share a few small words that she found a little to comforting then she really should have. Amy lowered her head when Brian scolded her about her music, it was stupid, she knew that she just hadn't cared until now. <br>"Yeah I... I know... Sorry. Amy. Harris." She said each name on its own reaching for each mans hand one at a time, Speaking in a soft professional tone that she found unappropriated from this situation but was the only way to keep from sounding utterly terrified. Amy smiled down at the dog tossing it a small wave as if the animal would understand the gesture. <br>"Hi Luna. Shes Gorgeous. She doesn't bite does she?" The question itself was proof enough of her shakiness. Off all the things she should be asking, about safety or rescue. If the government had set up a safe zone, if there even still was a government. About food, water. Ten thousand other questions she could be asking and she chose to ask about his dog.<br>Amy hardly had time to finish asking her question when the third man road up, sliding his bike to a stop in front of them. Her first thought was that he was with one of them. Obviously they didn't know each other but that didn't mean one of them didn't know him. She was more then a little surprised to find out that they didn't. <br>Amy felt an instant embarrassment and fear, it clawed at her soul the way the undead clawed at a fresh corps. Not only was she not the only one left alive, not only was she not the only one left in the sate but she wasn't the only one in town and in earshot no less. Had her song been a suicide attempt? with all her preparations and caution had her song really been her own dirge? She pretended it wasn't but in her heart she knew better then to believe the lie. <br>"Amy." She slung her shotgun over her shoulder securing it there before reaching out to shake his hand. the items on her back made a awkward X, her guitar dangling over one shoulder her shotgun swaying on the other. <br>And if three people after more then a month of solitude with the walking dead wasn't miracle enough a military truck roared into sight and all Amy could think to do was close her eyes and give a silent "Hallelujah." She was saved. they were all saved. She rushed forward as the truck rolled to a stop her face filled with a sudden joy she hadn't felt in longer then she could remember. She slowed when the woman stepped out her heart sinking into her gut when she asked about what was happening. It then occurred to Amy that it was rather odd to send a single truck to retrieve them and even more so to send a single soldier. <br>"No..." She whispered rushing past the girl cupping her hands over her eyes looking through the Humvee windows. there was no medical supplies or surplus of weapons at lest not in the amount one would have on a mission of mercy. No other people to aid in there rescue because it wasn't a rescue at all, just another survivor that had been drawn to the lot. <br>Amy took a few steps back sliding a hand through her raven dark hair pushing it out of her eyes.<br>"Whats going on here?" She repeated the girls question wiping a few defeated tears from her eyes. "Is that a gag? Your the fucking military! the world's gone to piss and your asking US whats going on here!?" She gave her head a harsh shake her disappointment and frustration bubbling over. Suddenly just having people with her wasn't enough, a moment ago she couldn't think of a worse fate then being alone but now&nbsp; it wasn't enough to just have them, she needed hope of rescue as well.&nbsp; The promise of salvation riped from her grasp like a candy torn away from a child.&nbsp; <br>She heard Sam's suggestion but was only half ass paying attention, she was far to busy wallowing in her own disappointment and pity to give her all to anything at the moment. Lifting her gaze she turned away from the others looking off into the distance her eyes soft and wet, almost lost in appearance. She wanted to be lost. Trying&nbsp; to get lost in thought, trying to stay away from reality if only for a moment. But then her eyes focused and reality came crashing into her. <br>"Ummm Guys... Does that sign say what i think it does?" She asked pointing to the distant Sun Shine Diner. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 20:28:48</strong>
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				Brian smiled once the girl apologized and nodded, "Don't worry just be careful". <em>How could a girl like that managed to survive for so long, it is quite unusual</em> Looking down at Luna he shook his head, "No she does not bite unless I give the order so she is safe". He nodded shaking her hand gently before replying, "Brian, just call me Brian". When the other man in the bike came up he shook his head <em>People never learn</em>. He nodded at the man and sighed this was getting crowded way too fast. Then it came, the military truck which he knew better than to hope for anything. Looking at Amy he shook his head, "I don't think you know the gravity of the situation, I been traveling for quite awhile and I can count the number of people that I seen alive with my fingers". <br><br>He looked at the woman driving the truck and she indeed looked like a soldier, "Rare to see a actual soldier alive". Looking around he sighed and nodded, "I think we should get out of here and secure a place for now. We can talk all we want later" he smiled to the group hoping that they agree, "Does anybody know a good safe place nearby that we can use to be secure for now? it would suck that nightfall gets us out here". He grabbed a notebook and inside was a map, he circled the town that he arrived in and placed a number inside the circle, the number was the survivors he encountered so far. He had a lot of circled towns and a lot of 0 written inside the circles. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 23:15:49</strong>
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				Janie looked at the strange group, still unsure what to make of them. When the first man spoke, she just blinked and stared at him. "What? Wait... Did you say zombies?" It was clear the soldier didn't believe such a thing could happen.<br><br>When the girl rushed next to the Humvee, appearing hysterical, Janie put a hand on her shoulder and slowly pulled her away. "Please don't touch the vehicle." She then turned to the others. "Look, before we go anywhere I need to know what's going on. Is this some kind of diseases that's been killing people? I've been at a remote site and I couldn't contact my base, or anyone really. Whatever happened, I'm sure we can find a solution if we remain calm and think. If you don't feel safe in here I can drive you to the Forth Creek facility, that's the base I'm from and where I was going. I'm sure once there the military will have things under control." Of course she didn't actually know that and was only hoping. Because after all, zombies? That was just too much to believe.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 01:17:25</strong>
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				"No body knows what the fuck is going on." Michael remarked bluntly, shrugging his shoulders as he looked around at the quiet, abandoned town that stood around them.&nbsp; All he could do was to shake his head, a soft, amused smirk coming across his lips at the remark from the military personnel.&nbsp; "If you want to go to Forth Creek, you're going to need more than the humvee.&nbsp; It's gone.&nbsp; Swarming with those fuckers all over the place over there.&nbsp; Try if you want, but I hope for your sake you got plenty of ammo to make it there."<br><br>Without saying another word, Michael took a few steps closer to the main road.&nbsp; Standing in the middle of the street, with the civic and his sister clearly in view in the distance, Michael threw his hands up over his head and waved her over, hoping she was looking and would come.&nbsp; For a moment he would continue, making sure she knew the coast was clear, before turning his attention back to the town, with the Sun Shine Diner in his view.<br><br>He took in the sign, reading it over and over again.&nbsp; Whether it was a trap, or someone was actually inside, he didn't know.&nbsp; He had already come across more than a few places with starved, dead survivors who had holed themselves up.&nbsp; Softly he shrugged his shoulders as he looked to Amy.&nbsp; "Couldn't hurt to find out, I guess."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 01:26:56</strong>
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				Brian shook his head, "I know what it's going on, and I know exactly what it's happening. I been out wondering for awhile and I been gathering data on those things. I went to study molecular science and I know what its going on. However it is too big of a story to tell we need somewhere to bunk up for the night at least". He sighed as he looked around and then looked at the girl freaking out, "You girl with the guitar, you seem to be from out here do you know a good place to lay low?. Windows covered and good doors with good locks?". He looked around and then sighed, it was still early so he could at least explain some of it, "Ok I will try to explain only part of what I discovered, what its happening its not nature made but man made. There is nothing nature wise that can cause what it's happening, think of it as a virus spreading through the body at a alarming rate. Once your infected and depending the severity of the wound it takes only a few hours max for you to turn into them. That is the reason why this spread out so fast, imagine this for example. I am infected and bite any one of you, at the same time the person turns and bites other two which also get infected and turn killing four more. Imagine the alarming rate of how fast that could spread out, that is what its happening right now". 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 05:02:01</strong>
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				Life had a funny way of keeping things interesting. One minute, you're in a model family with a mom who is full of herself and insists the good ol' housewife role with a father who makes too much money for doing jack shit. The next, you find out your family isn't all what it seems and you spend the next few years of your life researching just exactly who you are in this world. You then try and meet your other half of the family, find out things you don't want to know but are so in love with the idea that you have a brother that you can't stay away. Then, as naturally as can be, zombies pop up wanting to eat your brains and take it all away from you.<br><br>Daelin's life in a nutshell, and the series of events that brought her to be in this Honda Civic with her brother coursed through her brain over and over again. She had been listening to her iPod quietly as she waited for Michael to come back from his little scouting work. One bud hung freely by her neck while the other played <em>Adele</em> softly into her ear. She didn't like her as much when there were other distractions in the world, but now that there was only her brother and survival, her passionate voice and chill sound put her at ease.<br><br>When Michael did return, Daelin couldn't think of anything to say to him during the short drive from their perch on the hill to the side of the main road. The fact that she actually had someone who she could call family was still very fresh. The fact that there was no partition, or letters separating the two was that much fresher. For no reason at all, the girl extended out a hand and squeezed Michael's arm while he was driving, as if to see if this was all real. If he asked about it, she wasn't going to say a thing.<br><br>Instructed to stay in the car and behave, Daelin watched her brother leave the car with his bat and walk around the little town the found. She tried to remember a sign along the highway or road until she eventually came up with 'Lakeview'. Knowing that the zombies were not known for the subtlety or grace, Daelin closed her eyes and rested completely into the seat, even leaning back some. Her brother turned a corner long ago and was out of sight, so she made a point to turn down her music and really just focus on listening for any signs of trouble.<br><br>Whether it was sibling intuition, blind luck, Daelin opened her eyes several minutes later to find Michael flailing off in the distance to signal that everything was okay. She contemplated driving the distance, but judging from what she saw on the drive in, it would take no more than ten, fifteen minutes to get from one side of town to the other. Now-a-days, you had too much time in a day, so walking back after meeting up with her brother wouldn't be that much of a hassle. Turning off her iPod and tossing it onto the seat she was sitting in, the young woman slammed the car door and hiked over to Michael.<br><br>To say that what she found was surprising would be an understatement. There were actual people standing around, discussing things amongst one another like they were long lost friends. Well, they were animated as if they were, but as she closed in on the distance between her and them, it was clear that the conversation was about the obvious: surviving. <br><br>Not wanting to disrupt the conversation, Daelin stepped up beside Michael and squeezed his hand in her own, letting him know that she was there. The moment was over as soon as it started, with the girl now just quietly observing everyone around. It brought her to think about what they thought seeing her. A mess of long, brown hair that could go for a nice wash and a brush, a plain white tee with skinny jeans and joggers. A disaster would be putting it lightly, but then again, no one was prim and proper anymore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 00:58:18</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was getting to be quite a crowd, not of course compared to the old days when humans swarmed like ants but now this was defiantly a crowd.<br>He smiled as the others introduced themselves and then added his two cents.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“It seems we are all agreed that we need a place to stay as well as food and water. And hmm don’t know if you are an officer or a private but it is true that the military are gone. They brought soldiers into the city to help the cops but they all got infected as well.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sam gestured towards Brian, “As he says in crowded conditions the Zombie virus, curse whatever spreads like wildfire.” He looked to see what some of the others where looking at and read the sign. “Cannot be a trap, never seen a Zombie doing anything other than wander around looking for lunch.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He checked his watch, “Let’s check it out and then find some where for the night. Another thing I have never seen them doing, sleeping, bastard things roam about 24/7.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By his own comments about the Zombie curse spreading easier amongst a crowd Sam was willing to take the risk. He was missing human company and besides he was getting way fed up of his own hand. They’re where some nice hot women in this group and one could always hope.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 01:38:57</strong>
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				Janie frowned as the others kept talking. This all sounded so crazy to her, but she wasn't a medical professional, she had no idea what kind of weird diseases could be unleashed on the country. She wasn't used to command or give directions, but felt that she needed to offer her help in this crisis.<br><br>"I'm an officer, but you can call me Janie. Look if all of this is true and everyone is gone, we need to do something. We can use the Humvee to go somewhere but it's almost out of gas, so we'd need to fill it up first. Also you should know I'm just an engineer, I'm not some kind of special forces or Rambo here.. I can defend myself but if it's true that there's thousands of those things roaming around I don't know how we can hope to defeat any of them."<br><br>She wished to have better things to say, but she just didn't know anything and had no real idea as to how to combat something that mere minutes ago she didn't believe was even possible..<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 02:54:06</strong>
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				Michael didn't need to look over to who was coming up beside him.&nbsp; As soon as he felt that smaller, softer hand embrace his own with a tight squeeze, he knew all too well who had come up to join them.&nbsp; It still felt odd, in some sense, to actually touch her without glass separating them.&nbsp; He knew it was still odd for her as well.&nbsp; The occasional squeeze of his arm or hand while driving from her was more than enough to tell him it was as different for him as it was for her.&nbsp; But even reunited, he couldn't help that strong sense of protectiveness over her.&nbsp; That was even more evident as he gave her hand a squeeze himself before pulling her in closer to him.<br><br>And yet, he couldn't help but to listen in to the general discussion going on around them.&nbsp; A smirk came from his lips at the talk of the building not being a trap by the infected.&nbsp; "Oh it can be a trap alright.&nbsp; There are more than a few things out there that scare me more than the infected.&nbsp; Like the kind of survivors that would lure you in, kill you, and take whatever they want." He said, his eyes focused uneasily upon the diner.&nbsp; <br><br>Quietly he looked around at the group.&nbsp; "So who wants to go up and knock on the door?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 10:48:00</strong>
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				Olivia had left with the rest of the town when the outbreak first happened, but only weeks later, she found herself migrating back to the same town she had grown up in. When she had first arrived back to the town, it was barren, desolate, and void of life. It was scary to see her once beloved town empty of the people who had made it. <br><br>She thought back to the day, when she came back to the town and walked down Main Street. She had been travelling for a while, feeling like she had to go back, that maybe, just maybe something was waiting for her. Smiling, she remembered walking through the town, sad and alone. Everyone she loved was gone, or lost, or perhaps turned. Then she saw the diner, the one she went to everyday after she got off work. It was Eddie's father's diner, and she had secretly held onto her crush for Eddie since high school. They went their separate ways, but she always held onto her feelings for him. <br><br>She had saw the sign, and decided to try it. When she saw Eddie's face opening the door, she smiled and broke down, hugging him tightly. <br><br>Now, weeks later, they were still here in the diner, venturing out every once in a while to get supplies. He was her rock, he kept her sane through all this and he taught her how stay alive through all this mess. She didn't know if he knew just how deeply she felt for him, but she wanted to tell him so many times. She looked over at him and smiled, then sat up, hearing voices.<br><br>"Eddie..Eddie!" She looked over at the door and then back to him. "I think we have company."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>19-02-2012, 01:27:40</strong>
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				Life had been difficult in some ways, even though he was quite safe here. Sure, all the fresh foods were long gone by now, but their were still plenty of dried and canned things, supplemented by trips out to scavenge for things, which occasionally turned messy. <br><br>The gas stoves still worked plenty fine, although he knew the stored gases would eventually need replacing, and he wasn't sure how to do it. Still, their was enough for at least a few more weeks usage. <br><br>Right now, he was reading by candle light (they had hundreds of them on hand, as each table in the diner used to be have a lit candle in the center in the evenings), a book called "Dead of Night", a work of fiction. <br><br>He spent a lot of time reading; their were three tables just piled up high with books, sorted in an almost OCD-like manner into genre and by author's last name.&nbsp; It's what's kept him sane thus far, all this reading, keeping himself occupied; being in as secure of a place as they are, their was a lot of free time to kill.<br><br>Meanwhile, a large pot on the stove was quietly simmering. It was a vegetable and barley soup, with thin bits of cut up beef jerky in it (because fresh meat simply could not be found). It was pretty much ready to eat, he was just waiting for a bit, giving time for the flavors of the soup to develop more. <br><br>All of a sudden, he heard Olivia mentioning his name, and he instantly turned his attention away from the book, and towards her. "Huh? Really? You think it's the infected?" He'd ask her warily, standing up from his seat. <br><br>He was quick to don his leather biker armor, though he didn't take the time to zip it up; still, it was good enough that it could stave off most bites and clawings. He also picks up his aluminum baseball bat, which has been kept nearly pristine clean, only nicks and scratches on it standing testament to its use, and helmet.<br><br>He waited, patiently. He had explain to Olivia before, that this system he set up was how he's lived so long. Wait for the knocking. If the person does the right set of knocks, he'll talk, and then, open it up and see who it is. If it wasn't done right, he opened the door and came out swinging. <br><br>Not that the zombies ever actually had bothered him here. They shambled through the parking lot, in the beginning, but he kept so quiet, even when they did occasionally bang against the side of the building, that they just left. <br><br>He put one finger to his lips as he looked at Ollie, just a gentle reminder to her to keep quiet.&nbsp; They have no way of knowing what's on the other side of the metal door; their were no windows or the like in the kitchen, which is where this entrance was.<br><br>After he gave her the gesture to be quiet, he slipped the helmet on. The thing was meant to take direct hits to cement at high speeds while keeping the wearers head safe. It was a good piece of armor to have. Plus, the visor meant that he could see well, but his face would be protected from blood spatter. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>19-02-2012, 03:06:23</strong>
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				Suddenly the discussion turned from the zombies to how to survive the day which was good thing to happen. The dinner seemed to be the best option, normally those diners had steel doors which covered the inside of the building so the zombies cannot get to it. He took a deep breath as they were deciding who would go and who would stay to check it out, “I guess I can go”. He took the bat from the resting position he had it in and placed it over his shoulder. Kneeling in front of his pet he smirked and patted her head, “And you stay here and protect the ladies okay Luna”. The dog whimpered and licked Brian’s face, “I will be alright girl”. <br><br>He stood up and nodded, “I guess I will go check things out in the diner”. He took a deep breath and walked in front of the diner, as he approached he saw a note saying something about some knocks. <em>Kinda smart, walkers cannot read or even do anything like that so making a system of knocks would prove to be useful color me surprised</em>. He took a deep breath and knocked like the note said, he waited on the back door hoping he would come out. He would wait a couple of minutes of nobody came out he would force his way in. “Hello? I know if you are in there you saw us already we are not infected, could you please open up?”.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>19-02-2012, 13:22:58</strong>
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				And the series of knocks came.&nbsp; God, it was nice to hear that sound, for some reason. Maybe because it symbolized hope in his subconscious mind, or something tot hat effect.<br><br>Just as Brian might begin to think about trying to open the door, he'd hear something on the inside. A lock was being undone, and it sounds like a chair is being pushed aside. <br><br>Eddie would open the door, and step back as he did so, quietly regarding the survivor that came knocking. A hand would move up to the visor that covered his face, and&nbsp; push it up, allowing Brian to see Eddie's face. "Hey." He said, seeming a bit put off. "Are&nbsp; their others?" He'd ask, a dash of optimism flavoring his words, as he looked over Brian's shoulders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>21-02-2012, 05:39:13</strong>
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				In the background, Michael stood, trying his absolute best to keep the nervous feelings down.&nbsp; It was easy for him to feel nervous about the situation they found themselves within.&nbsp; Perhaps he was being, in some way, over cautious and foolish over the whole thing, but that’s what prison would do to a man after ten years.&nbsp; It made him cautious, made him think through the situation, made him calculate the risks more than ever in his life.&nbsp; Every day he was surrounded by liars, con-men, thieves, killers, rapists, every kind of scum on Earth.&nbsp; It was more than enough to make him cautious and careful.<br><br>But as the door to the back of the diner opened, he had to admit, a part of him was a little relieved.&nbsp; The more survivors, he thought, the better they were.&nbsp; Strength in numbers.&nbsp; It was their only hope of surviving.<br><br>“Yeah, there’s others!” He would call out, his hand tightening upon Daelin’s hand as he began to walk closer to the door.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>21-02-2012, 19:45:46</strong>
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				<strong> "Huh? Really? You think it's the infected?"</strong><br><br>Olivia shrugged, grabbing the handgun that was next to her. "Not sure, it sounds like talking, and infected are too unintelligible to make complete sentences." She kept her voice quiet, flipping the safety off her gun as she stood up. He put his finger to his lips and she nodded, making sure to keep quiet from then on. <br><br>She watched Eddie put his helmet on, and smiled, he always went first, always made sure he was in the line of fire, not her. She wasn't sure if he did it on purpose or not, but it made her feel safe. She bit her lip, her heart doing a flip-flop as she thought about him being so protective. God, but she wanted to kiss him. She shook her head, trying to focus on what was happening around her. <br><br>They both waited, and then it came, the knocks, and in order. Relief filled her and she relaxed, but only slightly. When Eddie opened the door, she stood right behind him, one hand still holding the gun tightly by her side. She looked over his shoulder to see a man, and Eddie asked if there were more. After another voice piped up, confirming that there were indeed more of them, she smiled. <br><br>"I'm Olivia, and this is Eddie." She put her hand on Eddie's back, rubbing it lightly, the feeling of the soft leather of his jacket felt nice to her. She looked up at Eddie and then back at the stranger, two more coming up closer. "I'll give them a check-up, to make sure they aren't infected. Better safe than sorry." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>21-02-2012, 23:43:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sam pulled the Glock out and held it at his side keeping a careful watch on the area. The others had bats but Sam like to do his damage at a distance and besides with a good hit in the head the Zombie would go down easily enough.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the others moved and began to talk to those inside Sam looked at the two that remained, the singer and the soldier.&nbsp; “Keep an eye out for Zombies, voices and noise tends to attract them.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he motioned towards the Humvee, “You have something to pump gas with? Without power the fuel pumps at the gas station do not work so we have to do it by hand. Have to break into the pump but that should not be a problem not like the cops are going to come.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 04:21:23</strong>
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				Brian smirked once the door opened and he could see a man inside,"Yes there are others outside. I came here wondering the cities and this is the first small town with actual survivors in quite a few days". The head of the girl popped behind him and he could not help but to smile, "My name is Brian, pleasure to meet you both". He sighed looking at the man that came with him and nodded, "We just met though would it be possible for us to enter? we need a place to stay before night grab us by surprise or any other walker". He looked at the time and sighed, "I can only provide information on what I gathered from the virus, I have no food or water". He did had a bottle but it clearly was mostly empty. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 07:14:17</strong>
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				He looked past Brian, and took a glance at some of the others; holy hell, their sure were a lot of them. <br><br>He tensed up a bit when he felt Olivia touching his back, but it faded so quickly that it might leave her wandering if it was her imagination or it really happened.<br><br>"Yeah, come on in, guys. Just make sure to use inside voices. Keeping quiet keeps the infected away." He would step back from the door, and move off towards the stove. He set his bat down on the counter near the stove, and checked the pot and its contents.<br><br>"And I think you guys are in luck." Even when it was just by himself,&nbsp; he always made big batches of soup; after so many years, it was just ingrained in him. It never went wasted, though; refrigeration might be right out, due to no power for weeks now, but keeping it at just below a simmer and covered meant a pot of stew could stay fresh for a few days. "Soup's just about ready, and their should be enough for us all." <br><br>This one, however, happens to be quite fresh. The smell of the vegetable stew fills the whole restaurant and kitchen, and beyond that, to those with a keen sense of smell, they might even catch a whiff of fresh baked bread; probably a rarity in these times, but something that's been a staple for him and Olivia.<br><br>After checking on it, he would go to take off his helmet, and jacket; both of these end up on the counter space next to the bat.&nbsp; Back when life was normal, he'd have never done it, but now... well, it was as good a spot as any. Plus, he just liked having it right there at hand, in case the shit ever hit the fan, and he needed to get ready quickly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 09:58:53</strong>
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				Janie simply watched as some of the group moved to a nearby building when the door opened, revealing more people from inside. The whole group was obviously tense, with a lot of firearms nearby. She smirked, uneasy at the unfolding situation. If there truly were zombies, they clearly weren't disguising themselves as humans. There was no need to be so on edge.<br><br>Her thoughts were interrupted when a man asked her about the gas situation. She looked back at her Humvee and shook her head. "No, nothing like that in there. I know we have pumps and all sort of equipment at the base, but not here. Maybe the gas station has something?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lisabeth</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 20:44:54</strong>
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				Amy didn't say much as the group deliberated and discussed the safest way to handle the situation. She didn't care how they handled it as long as they didn't leave her. Amy was a social butterfly in her former life and it seamed that, that longing to be around others was so powerful that she couldn't go on without it, and the more people that showed up, the larger the group got the further she moved from her desperation. By the time Daelin had shown up the shock of having no hope of rescue had reseeded to a faint chill at the back of her mind. Something she would dwell on but wouldn't be hobbled by again. <br>Her eyes shot wide when Brian hinted he knew what was happening and gave small tidbits about the things that now stalked them. She wanted to yank him aside, to bombard him with questions. How did this happen? Where did it start and most importantly was it isolated to north America? She prayed that it was. As much as she liked the country and in fact admired the Americans for a great number of accomplishments she didn't want her country suffering and her family dieing because some American military power decided it would be an intelligent idea to bring the dead back to life as there own personal army of Romero monsters.<br>It wasn't just Brian she wanted to talk with she had questions for all of them. She more then anyone was utterly lost in this situation. Other then heading east she didn't know where to go, who to seek for help, hell she didn't even watch the news after she left Manchester. She needed to talk with anyone that was willing to give her information chief among them Brian and Janie. If Brian only knew how the things worked there was a good bet Janie might have information on her other questions. She was a soldier, she was military, she had to have some kind of information about what was happening overseas. then again she did seam almost as lost as Amy herself in all this and it was very possible she had been living under that rock she claimed to have climbed out from under. In witch case she probably didn't know anymore then the rest of them. <br>"Can we stop saying Zombies please? Its making me nervous." it was ridiculous is what it was. She was having a hard time wrapping her mind around it. the word Zombie made her think of mid to late 1980s horror films and a 90s Rock singer with bad hair. These things, whatever they were. They were not from the movies, they were not some imagined monster lurking in the DVD player. they were real and they were deadly and she didn't like them being associated with something fictional even if they were practically identical. <br>Amy gave Brian a joyless smile when he spoke to his dog, finding the entire thing extremely cute and somehow comforting.<br>"Ill watch her." She said crouching down next to the animal running her fingers through her fur. She didn't understand why everyone was so nervous about the diner. Even if people were criminals in there past that didn't make them criminals now. She didn't think that people would really turn on each other the way Michael suggested they could. unless they were completely insane she didn't think people would hurt each other that way, not in this situation. People couldn't survive alone, they needed each other. She didn't believe they would really hurt each other. Or maybe she just didn't want to believe it.<br>Amy nodded at Sam, twisting her head left to right scanning there surroundings. The Roamers were stealthy, that was for damn sure. in the past three months she had almost been killed more times then she wanted to think about. Especially after Danny died. They would wander in as silent as a thief in the night and be right on top of you before you realized you were in danger. it was an utter miracle that Amy had survived so long on her own. She wasn't skilled with her gun, the thing kicked like a mule and her aim was lacking. luckily she didn't have to be very accurate with the Shotgun, just point, pull the trigger, pump and repeat until whatever she was shooting at stopped moving. <br>She glanced around when Janie begin talking about a gas station gives the woman a slight nod.<br>"We can use any sort of tube to syphon gas. even a water hose if we become desperate enough. And if we cant get the gas from the pump. Well i see a lot of cars about. I'm sure some of them must have fuel in there tanks..." She smiled slowly pushing herself up watching as the men moved into the dinner. "But it looks as if we can put that off for now... Come on Luna." She called down to the dog moving ahead whether the animal listened or not. <br>She walked through the small metallic doorway instantly breathing in the mouthwatering aromas from inside. It had been a long time sense she had a hot meal, surviving mostly on jerky, dried foods and bottled water. Amy never cooked, and wile she loved her garden and her impressive array of fruits and vegetables she had grown she didn't know how to do more then pluck them from a vine and eat them raw. She didn't even know how to build a camp fire let alone keep it going long enough to attempt to cook.&nbsp; <br>She stopped in front of the man as he tossed his armor to the side sliding a gentle hand against his arm giving it a light squeeze that was accompanied by a look of genuine appreciation. "Thank you." She said with a small nod reaching her hand out to the woman. "Thank you Both. I'm Amy Harris."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 21:31:52</strong>
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				"Why don't we eat first, then we can discuss how to get gas for the humvee," she tried her best to sound optimistic, but she wasn't sure just how they were going to get that big thing running.<br><br>Olivia nodded to the group, more were approaching. It would be nice to have others to talk with, especially other girls. She smiled at them all, moving aside as Eddie went to the stove. "Please, come in. I'm Olivia and that hard-ass over there is Edgar." She motioned over to Eddie with a chuckle, who was now tending to his soup. <br><br>A girl came up and put out her hand to greet her and Olivia smiled as the girl, Amy, offered her thanks. She could tell that this girl was having trouble processing everything and Olivia took her hand, putting her other hand over Amy's. "Good to meet you, Amy." She let the girl's hand go and motioned to a few tables and chairs that were in the room. <br><br>"If everyone would just have a seat, I can do a check-up for you. And I'd like to check for bite marks or any other wounds, just to be sure." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 21:46:44</strong>
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				Brian nodded as they motioned him in, looking at the girl who was going to take care of Luna come back he just shook her head and looked at her dog sleeping in the corner of the street. Taking a small whistle he blew it and barely any noise came out but it was enough for Luna's ear to raise and her to come running to Brian, "Hey there girl, don't go sleeping in the middle of the street alone". He looked at the guests and smiled, "This is Luna, she is with me". They both entered the house and sat down in one of the seats waiting for the woman to do the check up if she wished. He did not have anything to hide so he was fine with the checkup. He smiled at Luna and began to gently pat her fur "You do like it here don't you". Luna licked Brian's face and lay down in front of him, "Good girl". <br><br>The place was quite like he expected, boarded up windows and doors, candles to illuminate most of the place. He sighed and looked at both of them with a smile, "It is nice to see that someone took the path of remaining in a place. I started like that but quickly the group fell apart and&nbsp; they all went their own way, I can see this group it's much more calm which is always good". He placed his bat on the floor besides him and stretched his back to put back into place his bones slowly as he did so. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 23:31:03</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“But it suits them so well does it not?” Sam smiled as he replied Amy. “But if it bothers you that much we could call them walkers.” Made no difference to him what you called them, the only thing you had to know was that they wanted to kill you.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Eating sounds good and I am Sam.” Eating did sound or actually smell good. It had been a long time since Sam had actually eaten a proper cooked meal. Normally a meal was the cold contents of whatever tin he had managed to loot. “And then we can get some gas for the HumVee.” He looked around, “It should be able to carry us all.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Funny really how he had started to think about a group rather than as a solo but then again he had been missing human companionship.&nbsp; He smiled, “Sure go ahead and check me out.” Rub your hands all over me, I have a certain something you can rub all you like. But the sexual thoughts Sam kept to him self.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Surviving The Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 10:15:02</strong>
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				He would watch Amy as she approached, and when she went to touch him, he seemed to step aside; perhaps intentionally, or perhaps just coincidentally. It actually was intentional, as he didn't like being touched. But, he was moving now to get bowls, and doesn't say anything about it, not wanting to offend her with a problem he has. "Nice to meet you." He said, quietly. <br><br>Brian may note the windows actually aren't board up, it's just that the shades--big, thick, solid ones-- covered the windows completely, and they were weighed down by literal weights so as to be unable to accidentally go back up.&nbsp; They didn't even need to be barricaded, because they were so high off the ground level (and the shrubbery along the front of the place was directly infront of the windows, creating a sort of barrier.). He just kept the place so that it couldn't be seen inside of, since the infected, as he called them, made good use of all their senses. If they couldn't see anything inside, and couldn't hear anything, they had no reason to come bothering him.<br><br>"I'm not keen on going anywhere, so long as this place remains safe and well stocked." He'd say quite firmly, when people bring up the subject of moving. "Though if I had to, I have a motorcycle in the front." It was actually the only motor vehicle in the parking lot, because the diner had not been open when the shit hit the fan. <br><br>"I can point you towards a few gas stations you might want to hit up, though. I'll say right now, though, don't go to the Mobile station in the north of town. It's right by some apartment buildings, and the apartment buildings themselves are crawling with Infected people. Makes sense, right? You had about 300 people all living in the same building..." He shrugged his shoulders, that question and last sentence being more to himself than to anyone.<br><br>He would get a ladle, and start filling the bowls with the stew. Their were thin, evenly sliced bits of onions, celery, potato, and carrots in it. Their was beef stock, and small strips of beef jerky that have become soft; their just wasn't any possible way for him to get his hands on fresh meat these days. The soup was a bit on the salty side because of the jerky. <br><br>"I've got glass bottles of fancy mineral water in storage, for anybody that wants something to go with it. Spring water in plastic, too.&nbsp; The soda machine doesn't work any more, but I've still got the cases of carbonated water and flavor syrups, so I can mix up some sodas if anybody wants them."
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