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				Title: <strong>Safe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 07:41:12</strong>
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				Nevaeh Gardens stood like a beacon in the rapidly crumbling world. Few made it however - they chose to follow other rumors as civilization collapsed around them, or didn't survive long enough to make it to the isolated resort. But, with hundred of thousands of refugees on the road, some were bound to make it this far, to the waiting security of the walls.<br><br>The walking dead were few here, their ranks depleted by the numerous fire positions and guard towers dotting the walls. Tedium was a danger - the guards had been inventing progressively more elaborate means of killing the few undead that wandered close. So the sudden appearance of the tell-tale dust cloud of an approaching group of vehicles caused a great deal of commotion. One of the guards keys his radio, tuned to the command frequency, his voice crackling over the radio resting on the commander's desk.<br><br>"Ma'am? We have a situation here..."<br><br>---<br><br>The handful of vehicles, let by a battered, dented school bus, a few bits of aluminum siding welded to it for armor, rumble to a halt as one of the guards waves them down, a dust mask over his face, submachine gun pointed at the driver's seat. A man hops out, his beard lined with grey, and he approaches the guard.<br><br>"I would speak with your leader. We're looking for refuge - a place to stay. There's 50 of us, and we're willing to trade what we have for a place among you."<br><br>The mans request is radioed along the chain of command to her office, her second in command frowning. "Ma'am...according to the reports, we've got rooms and the like for maybe 40 more. And I'm not sure there's much they have to trade..."
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				Post by: <strong>LadySheikah</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 22:29:06</strong>
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				<div align="center">RP Theme Song<br>Supernatural - Jen Titus - O death (lyrics) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y39JCHqDCbc#)</div><br>It had been less then a week sense Nevaeh along with the other so called “Resorts” had been locked down. Yet, it was not quite time to unlock the doors to the hotel rooms and let the survivors out to roam over there new home. Nevaeh was a rather large “Resort” about 40 or so square miles of park, farms, housing, golf course and the mall and hotel that made up its heart toward the front. Guarded by its large castle like walls, the world outside them locked out. Nevaeh was made to run with out help from the outside world, it had it own power, its own water souse, its own TV and radio stations….its own way of communication with the other resorts. Built to survive the apocalypse its designer created to wipe out all the Doctor saw unworthy.<br><br>Dr. Varick was his name, owner of one of the largest Medical Companies and a group of Five stars Resorts around the world. The doctor had been plotting all of this for years. Building 55 resorts around to world to house the people he chose to survive. Making the virus that would spread quickly and bring down the race he hated so much. All so that he could restart and make a world he saw best. Unleashing the deadly virus that his Company has been working on for the better part of the new century. Little did he know that over 40 of his beloved resorts had fallen into the hands of one of the people he trusted most…Gail.<br>The poor girl was more or less kidnapped against her will to work for the doctor. Her family killed before her eyes by the men Varick hired to take her. Brought on to help design and build these so called Resorts. She really didn't know why he picked her. Gail was nothing more then a common soldier, about to get out and finish collage. But he was a fool to trust her and her team. Her hate for him and the plan to kill everyone like he killed her family fueled her plan to save as many souls as she could. <br><br>The girl so much smarter then what the great Doctor Varick had planned. Gail and the rest of the group Varick chose to run his resorts getting a hold to much needed information and using it to take over. Invitations sent out to save more then what Varick wanted. Random people and there families saved by a "Fully Paid Vacation for them and there families.” Even if it was only six thousand or so people per resort….even if they could hold over twenty thousand with out being over populated. Gail and her people had to think about the years to come. Knowing all to well what the virus could do and now long they would be locked behind the walls of their sanctuary. <br><div align="center">__________</div><div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/Sol-Koro/book/floorplan.png)</div><br>Gail let her upper body lean over the guard rail that kept her from falling from the fourth level of mall’s food court. Tomorrow was on her mind, the day her and her brethren would free Nevaeh’s population from their rooms. After all they had been locked up in there hotel rooms ever sense they got here. Her plan had worked for all 45 resorts, ten of them in the United States alone. Inventions going out to all corners of the world. In Nevaeh alone six military units came freely to Nevaeh after the resort offered to host there military ball free of charge, then there was the three internet sites that came for a convention, the four foot ball teams that just wanted to get away for a month, a few other random conventions and get together for random groups and people, plus all the random invitations that where just sent out to anyone and everyone who was willing to make the trip with there family. Then there was all the people that “Took Jobs“ in the resort and its large four level mall. And yet something seemed to be on the master mind’s mind.<br><br>Earthen hued bangs framed a gorgeous face that harbored eyes that were once hazel replaced by bright hazel orbs, a ring of gold just around her pupils. The human kept a slender body that held curves in all the right places, muscles there even it they could not be seen. An elegant hourglass figure topped with an ample, yet modest, bust. Her skin was lightly kissed by sun to give warm glow about her. Her voice rather quite as she spoke to herself, “I can’t help but fell as if we could have done a little more.”<br><br>Already the army of undead had started to gather around the Nevaeh's castle like walls, making it hard to get threw but not impossible. After the people that were safe inside them. All still locked away in their hotel rooms or as far as the group thought. Not to be let out until noon today, it would be then that their life would really begin. Laws had to be made and enforced, a system of money had to be made so that the population would not strip the mall and other stores dry. Jobs had to be given even if most the survivors had been hired to work in the resort and already had jobs with in this community. But still some did not. So much still needed to be worked on and so much needed to be done. This alone seemed to flood Gail's mind. Looking up at the sky light and threw the large sheets of glass. Eyes roaming over the hotel and its nine-thousand, nine-hundred rooms equally spread out over 30 floors.<br><br>The mall its self was just as big Five-hundred-eight stores, not counting the other major stores, almost one-hundred restaurants and carts, standing at four levels high. Then there was the small shopping village right outside the hotels, and the parks, the horse race tracks, the so called farm lands, other housing. All of which she helped build. All guarded from the outside world and virus. <br><br>A slight chill running up her back as she heard a few of her group, people that helped her make this place a reality, move around behind her. She looked at them, all seemed just as tired as she did. Even now they had not finished getting people into there rooms. Every now and then a group of people or even one or two people making it threw the undead and to the resort walls. It was fingering out how to get them in and leaving the undead out that was the hard work. The main gates locked down after all.&nbsp; <br><br>Then on top of all of that, Gail still had to brake the unwanted news about why everyone would not be able to leave this place and what was most likely happening to their family members that where left in the world outside. A grand mix of hero and villain she would be in the eyes of others. Then again some already knew what was happening, all they had to do was look out there bedroom windows. <br><br>Funny, Gail always thought if something like this would happen the days would be dark and rainy or something along that line. No, the sun was shinning down on her threw the sky light, she even saw a few birds fly by. Having read threw the doctor’s notes she knew the virus could not be carried by anything but humans which helped ease her mind about a few things. But she knew there was much to fear about what the Doctor had in mind. The world outside these walls now crawling Zombies. All different because of the way the virus seemed to effect different blood types differently. Some where fast and some what smart, others would slow and moaners. Some would be blind, other would be deaf. The people with in the resorts would be immune, given the vaccine just before being locked in there rooms. <br><br>The idea of over six thousand families being locked in their rooms almost made her laugh. It had been her idea to do that, helped keep everything in order and helped with crowd control. It also helped with paper work and vaccines. Everyone had to be put into the resorts computer system, photos and all. It didn’t help that Gail and her group did not have much information on the people in the beginning like the Doctor did with his guest list. Hazel eyes narrowing as Gail thought about him and his sick plan.<br><br>Who was he to decide who lived and died, but then again didn’t she do the same thing. At less Gail did it by random choice. Picking names out of a hat more or less and she had tried to stop him. She just could not dig deep enough into the Doctor’s personal files to find out where he had hide the virus that would have killed everyone. Well everyone that was not on the Doctor’s five star guess list. Mostly the owners and workers of any company that funded the Doctor’s research and the building of his beloved resorts. Even Gail did not know the Doctor’s full story about why he was making such a thing, but she did know it was because he had grown to hate the human race. Thinking most of them no better the roaches. But still, it did not mean they all needed to die. No, not everyone needed to die. Even the poor and the people that could not afford to pay for their right to be saved had some good in them.&nbsp; No one deserved the fate that was being brought upon them out side of Nevaeh and the other resorts. <br><br>Thoughts seemed to fade away, replaced by the pain that flooded her mind. Her eye sight seeming to come and good as Gail felt her body lowering itself to the ground. This was not the first time this happened to her, ever sense the Doctor gave her the vaccination she had been like this. Or at less he told her it was the vaccination. Spells like this seemed to come and go daily now, trying to do her best to shake it off and finish the jobs that needed to be done. Trying her best not to worry about herself at this moment and time, telling herself that she would see a doctor as soon as everyone was let out and things started to fall into place. No telling how long that would take.&nbsp; <br><br>But right now the only thing Gail could do was take a walk. Moving from her spot over looking the mall she took a few quick turns that lead to a stare case. There she moved to the roof of the mall, looking over the large walls that guarded the resort. It was then she saw something that even scared her, even though Gail had seen them a number of times already. For miles around it seemed the undead gathered around Nevaeh's large four story walls. Thousands of them as far as the eye could see. She did not know why the gathered here, what drove them to the walls of this resort, this sanctuary....but one thing was for sure Doctor Varick's virus was restoring everything outside the walls of the resorts. Nevaeh and its sister sanctuaries where not the only safe place left on earth it seemed. Hazel orbs looking down at her watch. The little hand ticking closer to noon. Ten, nine, eight, seven.....<br><div align="center">_________</div><br>Zek sat in the monitor room of the resort. Three of the four walls covered in security monitors, each of them flashing a mile a minute as the young male sat before them. Seeming to watch all of them at once, every now and then freezing one to get a better look at that area and calling over the intercoms to the resort’s guards. Only calling Gail if something big was happening. <br><br>For the most part things where calm, the halls empty, the area’s with in the resort calm, but outside the wall was a different story. It seemed the number of undead where growing by the day. Funny thing is Zek did not know what drew them to the large walls of the resort. It was most likely one of those things that would never be answered. One thing was for sure…they where not getting in any time soon. Or at less they hoped so. <br><br>The other things that Zek seemed to keep a close eye on was the cameras that where placed inside each room for the time being. He knew they would be shut off as soon as the doors would open tomorrow but for the time being he was watching for the most common things; suicide attempts, major damage to the rooms as people tried to get out, and well….just incase the vaccine did not work. Lucky them it seemed to be working on everyone. Thank god that it was about time to unlock the rooms and let everyone out. Six, Five, Four, Three, Two.....<br><br>It would be all at once that the red lights on the hotel doors would turn green. All the TVs coming on if they where off and now showing a blue screen on the screen. Not long after that a message would play across the bottem of it, -Welcome to Nevaeh-<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/Sol-Koro/Characters/commission_by_key2myheart19-1.png)</div><div align="center">((Two Years Later))</div><br>Gail had been seated in her office, going over paperwork after paperwork. In the years that had passed after the virus took over, Nevaeh Gardens where doing better then anyone could hope. The hotels where growing full sure but she knew that the population would be fine as long as no more refugees came to their walls. After all she did not want to start moving people into the small sub-division houses that took up the back of the forty mile enclosed resort until she had because of growing families and the such as babies started to be born and live slowly started to rebuild itself. <br><br>Yet, her thoughts seemed to come falling down as her one of her guards called over the radio....more refugees fleeing the undead that had taken over this world. Looking up at&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>her second and command after looking at the free rooms that had been plotted out on a chart. "We have room for more then that....but your right. Taking more then 40 and we risk overpopulation. Lets seen what they have to trade before turning them away."<br><br><hr><br>It would not take long for Gail to make her way down to the front gate with her second and command. What a shock to the leader to find out the the commander of this place was a young woman. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Safe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 03:45:27</strong>
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				<em>Young...</em><br><br>Perhaps it would have been a surprise in an earlier time, for the "leader" to have been such a young woman. But these days, there were far more unusual things. The girl had a manner that suggested 'leader' from her boots up, an aura if you will, like she was made for it. He nods to her as she approaches.<br><br>"Ma'am."<br><br>He motions back toward the caravan, and the waiting, frightened looking people. "We're looking for a safe harbor. We've been on the road more than a year now, lost more than we have left. We can't keep running, we'll just get get strung out and taken, one by one." He gives her a serious look. "Shelter and safety, its all we ask. We've got some trade goods - the vehicles. Anything you want." The man moves closer, out of hearing of anyone but her. "Even...even some of our own, if that's what it takes."
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