The Infection

[Onnen]

Bio's and Plot [Here]

And so began another day.

Maybe it was the sound of birds chirping, the air full of the usual life....or the echoing groans, moans, and screams that pierced it. A single blue eye slowly opening to see the sky and the rays of the first sunshine of the day gracing the town. Jason didn't even keep track of the days anymore, there was no need to, it wasn't like he had to go to work anymore, or had a date with a girl that didn't exist anymore. Hey! maybe a new action moving staring some greased up muscled jock would come out, only the blood stained ticket window of the theater could tell anyone. Slowly sitting himself up on the single mattress bed he had dragged along by himself, under a blue tarp to protect himself from the weather he had made himself a little slice of "paradise".

Next to the mattress laid 5 clips of .556mm ammo and 2 Glock USP pistols, and a G36 laid neatly above them, as well as an empty gallon which had the word "Water" scribbled onto it in permanent marker. And perhaps the only form of entertainment was an old truckers CB Radio, looted and taken during the night hours of....god knows when. He hadn't heard anyone elses voice in about 3 days now, and the only thing the separate hand held radio picked up was old C.D.C Broadcasting messages...and of course the lovely sound of static. He could hear them down below, oh yes....3 stories down they were mumbling and shuffling around, the occasional grunt or yell given. "Good morning to you too...."

Today's activities were already planned in his mind, perhaps he'd find some running water and shaving cream by some off chance and trim the unruly beard that had been allowed to grow over the last few days. It wasn't like it was important....but with nobody else around and the only company being your guns and the infected even a trivial thing such as shaving became an enjoyable past time. The Electricity was still on a few blocks down and as far as he could tell the local food shop might of had a few scraps left over, had the infected or other survivors not picked it clean first. He'd turn and look to the empty water gallon, and several emptied cans of Chili stacked into a small pyramid and gave a small chuckle. A man that had dark humor in this situation was either insane, or just that bored, he couldn't tell which one he was.

With that simply grabbing a nearby lawn chair and pulling it up near the ledge, not enough to be seen down below by the infected who might see his position and think he was a tasty treat or a good pinata, sitting down and crossing one leg over the other to overlook the emptied, abandoned and destroyed town of Englewood, as well as it's new inhabitants shuffling around in their lazy dance. And at the moment he just couldn't help but wonder if the paper boy had already completed his rounds or had yet to deliver the news of the end of the world to all of his neighbors and co-workers....


Fortune Says: Smile! The World Shines and Opens it's arms around you!

The Embracing arms of Death that is.

[Dies Irae]

Pistol Kiss:
Max had seen far too much gore and bloodshed since that day when everyone died. The day that everyone died and then didn't stay dead. The day she lost everything and gained nothing but pain. The slim girl was walking trying yet again to push what had happened out of her mind. She paced a small room at the top of a small apartment house. She had gotten lucky it was locked so none of those things were inside she managed to get in and kept them out. The thoughts though they were worse then any of those monsters could ever be.

Thoughts of her entire dorm of girls getting ripped to shreds by other college, then watching as each and every one of them arose as the living dead. Living monsters that wore the skin of those who were here friends almost a part of her family. She had been packing when they came for her, mouths wide eyes dead. That sound that moan it still haunted her like it was the first time she had heard it.

Though that wasn't the worst part getting out was hell she grabbed as much as she could and jumped onto the roof of the near by shed and onto the ground, luckily she had a second floor room. Max looked at what she had it was a pack ready for a weekend of fun. A pair of flip-flops an extra pair of shes a sun-dress, two bathing suits. She also had a small net-book cell phone and some makeup items. Like she would need that. Though the funnest item she had was her fake sword. It was good enough to push them away and make a run for it though Max knew if she was grabbed by a group of them she was dead. Then she would be like them, monsters doomed to walk the world for all eternity. If she had a gun. That was the thought, If she had a gun then she could at least feel safer. Though one smart thing she had grabbed was her sunglasses. A small comfort in all this madness. She also had looted the food from any apartments she could get into the ones that were locked she kept like that fearing the worst behind the locked doors.

This was all to crazy, she lay down on her new bed. Trying to relax trying to find a way out of this mess. Was it all a bad dream or was it just her own personal hell? All Max knew was that she couldn't stay too long or else they would get in, buildings like this weren't meant to keep hordes of monsters out of them they were more suited for rain and bugs. Another sigh came from her lips as she ate a small snack bar, slowly enjoying the taste as she sipped on the warmest water she had ever had. Slowly thoughts formed, she would use that ladder some thrifty person had used as shelfs and get out of here then she would simply go from roof to roof till she found a way to get down or a safe roof to stay on. Max sighed happily, she would wait till tomorrow to do this right all she wanted to do was relax and try to calm down.

Though try as she might the sound of those creatures moaning and her own events with them would not let her relax so she did the next best thing she moved to another room finding something passable for a workout bike and rode hard. Working up a good sweat she slowly started to relax. Slowly she started to think clearly. This was not the worst thing this was far from it, she was alive and she could stay that way if she kept it together.

Though her little slice of peace would not last, she heard the distinct sound of someone breaking though a window then another then another then the door went as well. Max sighed and ran to the other room. She slung her practice sword over her head and grabbed her pack. She also grabbed that ladder that was in the room for decoration. The slim woman raced to the roof, she could hear them behind her. She dropped the ladder between the close buildings and ran across it picking it up behind her. In the distance she could see a man sitting on a chair watching it all like it was some crazy TV show. "YOU! HEY YOU. I HAVE A PROBLEM!" She shouted at him, crossing the roofs quickly. She had worked out how to get the ladder up and down fast now. "LOOK DOWN!" Her voice was panicked. It looked all safe from the roofs but she had a large group of those things following on ground. She had lost the first batch the ran over the ledge like lemurs.

[Dies Irae]

Dies:
Hell, was that what it was, the moans, the screams, everything all added up to the one conclusion, cut off from the world in that destroyed town, no communication, no help in sight, not even a chopper had passed over to evaluate in the last few days, though that didn stop anyone from needlessly believe people were going to coem and save them, those left behind in that corner of the world, that was how they lived now, including him, one of the few sent here to eradicate the infected threat, though that mission seemed to be a fruitless effort, being so close to a large city, new infected poured in day and night, though slow everyone new for each one killed a new one would take its place, but none the less he would continue to pursue his mission, and find his missing partner at the same time.

Throughout the night, Kyou had holed himself on the roof of the police station, waiting for the sun to rise, keeping his sanity by mindlessly sharpening the blade of his family's sword, the sharp melee weapon had proven much more effective in eradicating the target infected than he had thought, being able to kill without drawing attention ot himself with loud gunfire was much more beneficial than running around firing at anything that moved, though he had the two pistols at his hips, he wouldn't fire unless he was desperate, training with his father back in Japan at least gave him the skills in swordsmanship to effectively defend himself from the undea below on the streets.

Pulling the bottle of lukewarm water from his lips when the sun arose from its sleep, he smiled, today he would carve a path to the nearest convenience store, resupply his water and food, clear one or two buildings for the day then hole up on the nearest roof that was out of the way, hiding inside was a bad idea, recently finding the mindless horde preferred to be indoors during the day made that truth all the easier to understand. Pulling the sword into its sheath he gripped it just under the handle, glancing over the edge of the roof, a usual horde wandering the streets, though for now they seemed to be unaware of his presence, some small luck in the abandoned town.

Scaling the wall slowly, keeping his eyes on the horde, coming to the next roof down, looking over to the street he needed to get to, a quick run on the ground level and up some scaffolding that was left during the widespread attack on the town, looking over waiting for the horde to clear out of the way before dropping to the floor, drawing the sword ready to defend himself before moving to the scaffolding at a brisk pace, not being followed once he;d successfuly scaled to the roof of the abandoned store, he resheathed the sword, watching the horde around the station before moving over the rooftops towards the store he intended to investigate.

Coming to rest on the roof of the store, he seated himself catching his breath, if any infected were inside he wouldn't be tired from running here, being at full strength was a neccesity in these times, looking at the small trapdoor on the roof, access to and from the roof for maintenance he guessed, moving over, placing a hand on the handle he pulled slowly before his ears picked up the sound of someone yelling, a girl no less, turning to watch the girl running the rooftops, looking down he watched the now growing group of undead running after her on the ground. He hadn't guessed survivors would be as careless as this, but he had been trained to fight against these things once the orders were given.

Dropping the door back down, he walked to the edge of the roof, watching the girl, looking in the direction she was running, another, a man this time, watching the horde beneath him, he supposed there was nothing better to do, though from his rooftops, he could do nothing to get to them, though he could catch a few of the infected for his mission, "Stupid Girl..." he muttered, pulling the two pistols from his belt, setting the katana on the floor before taking a breath, watching the horde for a moment, before he began to open fire, make no mistake of his actions, Kyou was only fulfilling his mission objective, he ran that thought by his mind several times, he didn't care for survivors, only completing the last mission he was assigned for now.

[Dies Irae]

Onnen:

Jason was rather enjoying himself, it had been quiet other then the occasional grunting of the infected below. The last few days he'd loved it, it was quiet, no gun shots, no yelling, and the only thing that busted his quiet little bubble was the occasional song of bird or Static from the Radio. Eyes were closed and he leaned back in the old lawn chair, it was almost sad that he seemed to like it better this way, there was no hustle and bustle of people below yelling and angry, rushing to get to a job that got them nowhere and car accidents and car horns blaring, shitty hip hop music blaring as the hip gangster wannabe's bobbed their heads like some blowjob porn star. Hell he was tempted even to just go back to bed under the tarp, the door to the roof was secured, as well as  the 3 others that led up to it.

And then, that bubble was burst by the sounds of someone screaming, and yelling, and then the sound of the hoard moving down below and gun shots. "Son of a bitch...". Quickly getting out the chair and looking around as he saw the girl running across the Building tops, sneering somewhat as he got up and grabbed his back up, quickly beginning to stuff his supplies into it. 3 cans of chili, the radios, binoculars and the empty gallon jug. Quickly slinging it over his shoulder and grabbing the clips of ammunition and pistols, afterwords shouldering the G-36 and loaded the clip. "Stop fucking screaming...stop fucking screaming" was the only thing he could mutter under his breathe, though it may of been easier to travel during the day when a hoard was attracted they didn't stop until they either caught their victim or their way was blocked.

He waited a bit as he looked over the ledge, looking down the iron sights of the weapon as the infected took note of the scene that was being created, and found out exactly where he was as they began to scream and frenzy, busting at the windows and doors of the building he was on top of like they smelled blood in the water, letting loose several bursts of fire to the crowd below, watching a few hit the floor but most just angered and continuing to attempt and bust the doors down. This wasn't exactly how he planned to start his morning but at this point he didn't exactly have a choice in the matter. Laying his weapon down for a moment he'd move near the door and remove a large piece of plywood that he used to cross the bigger gaps of buildings he couldn't simply jump over and place it on the edge of the roof to the next building over.

With that moving back to his weapon and once again searching the ground, releasing another burst of fire to the infected down below in order to cover the females track and make shit just a bit easier on himself as well as her when it came time to get out of dodge. It wasn't until he realized that there was another set of gun shots other then his own that he began to become concerned, with all the noise being created it wouldn't matter how many he and the other person firing took down, there would be a lot more to replace each one that went down coming to investigate the disturbance. "Follow Me!" he would yell out to the girl as he began to move, balancing a bit on the board as he made his way to the next building and leaving it for the girl to cross as he began to search the roof tops for a safe place to go.

Eyes scanned furiously as he didn't stop running, mind simply on escaping these infected and making the way clear for the girl if she decided to shut her yap and stop attracting more of them. He leaped wildly over a gap between buildings before finding a hatch that he could use, laying his weapon next to it as he began to tug and pull it at, grunting loudly and gritting his teeth, attempting to yank the thing open so he may get inside and begin setting up a place to hold out for now, grunting and straining for a few more moments before giving a yell of anger and picking up his weapon again, stepping back a few steps before opening fire on the hatch, afterwords kicking it a bit before letting out a sigh of relief as it finally opened. [color="red"]"Hurry the Fuck up".[/color] At that exact moment looking over to the source of the other gun shots, not exactly sure if the other man saw him or not but simply biting his tongue a bit and deciding that he could handle himself for the time being, as soon as he got a clear opening and fortification he'd help him as well.

Wasn't he just the nicest person?

[Dies Irae]

Harriet:
Light blue eyes, almost gray, would just get used to being closed when she'd stir. Her senses would wake right back up, causing her to get comfortable once more and slowly slip back into her sleep-mode. She'd been doing this for over an hour, she was sure, but Jessie couldn't find it in her to take the last of her slipping pills. They were all she had left, and what was left in the bottle didn't need to be used for a nap she was subconsciously too paranoid to take. Each time her eyelids whipped open, she'd have to grip her handgun tighter, to make sure it was still in her possession.

She had ripped off so many other survivors while they slept, she was starting to get worried that someone might stroll upon her set up and do the same. Jessie couldn't afford to lose anything, though. The few cans of food she had left would last her for at least four days, never having been one to need to eat much before the world went to shit, and her ammunition was already starting to run low. Her second gun, a rifle she kept around in case she ever needed a backup, or if she had to shoot long range, wasn't even all that full anymore. And with as many survivors as there was, it was almost impossible to find a gun shop that wasn't already almost wiped out- or being lived in, for that matter.

What caused her to stir next wasn't her fear of something happening if she passed out, no. The sound of screaming. It was faint, distant, but close enough that she could almost make out the words from the office floor she had taken refuge on. Unlike other survivors that Jessie had seen, taking to the very roof tops, she had taken it to the highest floor. That way she had constant protection from weather, and if any Military or C.D.C choppers went by, it seemed like the building was uninhabited.

The young woman pushed out of the makeshift hammock she had made between two desks, catching herself on the bottoms of her feet before she hit the flat carpet smack down, face first. Straightening, she listened for a moment very carefully, not moving an inch, holding her breath just to make sure her heartbeat or breathing didn't interfere with her hearing. Someone else was screaming now, no longer a woman, but a man. Her eyebrows pinched together, and she shoved the tip of her gun into the front of her tattered and torn jeans, letting the waist of the denim hold it. Moving fast, she grabbed her bag, a military bag she had just barely looted the beginning of the outbreak, and started to put the items she had taken out inside. Jessie was usually good with organization now, simply because she was always on a 'get up and go' mindset.

By the time she had buckled up the top flap, however, there was firing. Not the firing she had heard earlier, distant shots echoing off the building's faces. It was closer, and much more dangerous-sounding. In fact, if she didn't know better, she'd have said it was right on top of her build- thwack! Jessie jumped, hearing the door to the roof slap open. Her heart began to race as she rushed to press herself against the wall beside the opening to the roof, cursing lowly at herself for not welding the hatch shut better. She hadn't been expecting to hear a human try and break it open, however, not unless they had been apart of the Military. The screams that had sounded off didn't seem to be very Military like, which scared her a little more, to be honest. The Military were under strict orders, a survivor had freedom, they were unpredictable unless you knew how to read body language. Considering Jessie hadn't been around people stably for almost her entire life, she didn't hold the best eye for predicting people's actions.

Dropping her bag beside her, she pulled her gun out and waited, pressing further into the wall. Keeping her breathing light, she inhaled and exhaled through her nose, keeping them silent. There were footsteps coming down the stairs from the roof's door, and with each one, the palms of her hands became more sweaty. When she thought they were almost at the doorway, trying to judge from what she remembered hearing from her own converse countless times from the stair travel, she took the back of her gun and whipped it, aiming to hit whoever had entered her territory in the forehead.

[Dies Irae]

Pistol Kiss:
Max quickly shut her mouth the second she saw that she had this strangers attention. Though at what cost? Did she bring another to his doom along with her own. Would it have been better to just shut up and whisper when she got there? The trip over the last few houses seemed like was longer then it should be. Max hoped it was the fear getting to her, because the alternative were problematic. In zombie moves the slower people died. She did not want to be one of the slower people, because well, she didn't want to die. Not to this and not now. She had gotten past a dorm full of people she would not let herself die.

Each roof became longer and longer as she went on. Though she never faltered. Pick up the ladder. Then run a little. Put down the ladder, then run some more. Put down the ladder pick it up down up down up down up down up. Had she yelled too soon? Though in he mind she had yelled just at the right time in the moment though now she doubted herself. Though she shook those ideas out of her mind. She had to stop over thinking things, just live though her choices.

She found herself at his roof though soon enough, using her ladder like a crutch she panted and stared at him. "I didn't know what to do. Theres a lot of them here. I figured you must have guns or be part of the government. Please tell me you are part of the government. That you are waiting on a helicopter." Though her words were ones of hope her voice was flat as if she had asked him the time.

She didn't want to let on how much of a swirling ball of emotion and self doubt she really was to this stranger. Max had to at least appear strong if she was going to survive this hell of a mess she was in. All he needed to know was she was here and he had better be someone worth pulling that stunt for. Otherwise she didnt have to just play at being a cold bitch. Her inner cold bitch would be ripping him a new one.

[Dies Irae]

Dies:
Kyou had taken several of the infected beings out of the equasion, glancing up as the two on the roof made their escape, returning to watch the undead below, he had seemed to draw a few his way, though the most aggressive horde was still trying for the girl and man across the street, felling the few that had wandered towards him, he returned meeting the gaze of the man who had been in the middle of the scramble, picking the sword from the ground he turned towards the hatch he was going to use to get into the convenience store, opening it before jumping into the abandoned building.

Inside, Kyou glanced the corners, the roof access came out behind the counter, drawing the katana from its sheath he moved quietly and slowly through the entirety of the building, cutting his way through the few undead locked inside he kept his weapon at the ready as he scanned the aisles for useful items. Unexpired items were rare, though there seemed to be a few luxuries still left in the place, giving a thought to what his partner had been like given the situation he filled a bag with anything that wasn't past its due date, though for his own benefit he looted what was left of the tobacco counter, something of a rare delicay for this world, and an item he'd been wanting for the past three days stuck in the hellhole of a town.

Moving to the drinks fridge, smashed open and a few blood splatters on the door but luckily the contents were still intact, sparing the time to check the dates, he pulled everything that wasn't open into his now overloaded bag and made for the roof exit, throwing the sword up first he climbed slowly back to get roof, the goal now was to in some way, give an apology to the man who had been safe until now, though he only thought of what his partner would have done, something like this was always her style of doing things, helping people, making everyone feel safe, why they had been paired he never understood, though he never regretted it after they'd become close.

Taking the sword, sliding it into his belt, he looked over the street that had only moment before become a battlefield, the infected had grown in number since he last saw them, moving along the rooftops, eventually he came to an archway that spanned the street, maneuvering his way across the expanse, catching the eye of a few infected before disappearing from their sight along the rooftops, coming to the what he assumed was their new hiding spot, judging from the gunshots to the hatch. Giving a small thought to the lack of finesse to the entry he passed through quickly before any of the undead noticed his presence.

Moving faster through the building, ebough time being in this destroyed world gave him a mindset of indoors being unsafe, following the footsteps of the others, if he had never met his partner, he would have left them to rot, but that itch in his mind needed to give them what he could, appeasing the memory of her for at least a small period of time, pulling one of the looted packets of tobacco from the bag of reclaimed items, he lit the smoke as he descended the staircase, looking up from the floor to come to the scene the girl in the supposedly abandoned building had created, pulling the sword from the sheath, he raised it to her, looking at the one who started it all in the first place before gazing coldly at the new stranger "Lower the weapon, we have neither the time or the energy to waste with fighting amongst each other" he said calmly, a situation like this was something he had been a part of countless times serving the old military, holding the cigarette between his lips, hoping the girl brandishing the gun was at least going to avoid conflict with them.

[Dies Irae]

Onnen:

Jason was rather annoyed by the girls question, did he honestly look like he was military? It's not like he had a giant name tag on his back that said "Military Soldier Person Guy". He ignored the girls question for the time being as he made his way into the building, checking corners and kicking open a few doors here and there to make sure nothing was already inside of them, at the same time trying look for some sort of fire escape or window that would allow him to get out of there because at this point the front door didn't exactly seem like the best of options. "Obviously, you don't make noise, it only attracts them, yes I have guns, no I'm not from the Government and of course, I'm waiting for a helicopter made of friendship and magic to come down and swoop me up to make everything better" Wasn't he just in good mood?

Then again maybe Karma hated him because not even 2 seconds after he got done chewing out the female he was falling back onto his ass, hand on forehead and cry of not pain, but pure frustration as some asshole decided it would be a great idea to hit him with god knows what, taking a few seconds to regain himself so to speak before eyes would find the source of the annoying smack to the face. "Nice way to say Hi..."And if that didn't seem to be the worst of all things, now there was someone with a god damn sword there to. Maybe he could of yelled and cussed and spit even more like a cat in heat but that wouldn't do anything but make him even more annoyed.

Grumbling a bit he picked himself off the ground and rubbed the area just above his eye a bit, least he could thank whatever god had abandoned everyone in this hell hole that he wasn't bleeding. With that not even saying another word to the others but simply barging into a nearby room with a window to view the outside street, hand covering up eyes a bit to block the glare from the rising son and attempt and see just how many of the infected bastards had taken note of the noise and situation that was created, as well as trying to find a better place to hold out and wait the incoming horde out, if he, the girl, and then the man with the sword could get in so easily, chances are the infected would be able to eventually as well.

"I'll take it none of you have a decent plan on getting out of here?" Head turning to look over his shoulder at the three, through it all expression and voice remained neutral and blank, if there was one thing that he had learned to do in R.O.T.C and dealing with drunk morons at the Bar & Grill he used to work at it was keeping calm under pressure and not losing his head....at least not right now. Flinging the G36 over his back securely with it's shoulder strap and leaning against the wall, arms crossed and waiting for one of the others to talk, and hopefully say something smart or else he'd probably just end up jumping out of the window and taking his chances out running the infected.

He didn't have an opinion on the girl that started this giant shit storm, though he wanted to be angry he couldn't exactly blame her for her reaction, it was the end of the world anyways, hell if he was in her position he probably would of done the same thing. This other woman, that looked like a junky from hell.....well she just hit him with a pistol, it wasn't like he would consider her a rainbow and butterflies kind of person...shame because she reminded him of some girl he went out with in High school, and then the wild card in his mind was the man with the Sword. Maybe he was just some psycho that liked to run around with a sword acting like a ninja slicing up zombies like it was a life long dream for him, either way, it's not like he looked any better. Some Ragged survivor with a dirty beard and unruly hair with a stolen G36 and a shitty backpack with holes in it, weren't they just the greatest sight ever?

[Dies Irae]

Harriet:
The man that came from the doorway, the one she had flicked the gun's handle towards, had been a lot taller than she had expected.  His informal clothes meant that he wasn't apart of the Military, but that didn't mean he could be trusted.  She narrowed her eyes, holding back a bit of her embarrassment.  She had been trying to knock him out, not give him a love-tap with the back of her gun.  And then more were coming in.  A woman, a couple years younger than Jessie it looked, and a man with a sword.  Her eyes narrowed, gripping the strap on her bag tightly with her free hand, opposite now clenched around the gun's handle, index finger ready on the trigger.

She directed her attention to the man with the sword first, eying the blade before glaring at him.  "You just walked into my territory, I'll be dammed if I take orders from some goon with a katana.  Now why don't you lower your weapon and get the fuck out?"  Her aggression was obvious on her face as she growled back at him, refusing to lower the gun within her right hand.  Pulling the bag up with her left, she pulled both of the straps over her shoulder, eyebrows pinching together as she clicked the safety off.  Her attention turned to the man she had hit with the back of her gun at his words, and she visibly grew angrier.  "Get out of here?  I was perfectly fuckin' fine until you assclowns showed up.  Don't you dare tell me you've attracted that much attention.  If any of you jeopardized my hideout, I swear to fucking hell..."

A loud crash from somewhere below in the building had made Jessie trail off, and she stared back and forth between all the strangers before her.  "You've got to be fucking kidding me."  Instantly, Jessie's concerns were shifted from the strangers to herself, tucking her gun in the back of her pants as she ran towards one of the computers still using power.  Her fingers clicked over the keyboard, and not even a minute after she had skidded in front of it, shoving the rolling chair out of her way, she was cursing obnoxiously under her breath.  "You've all just fucked me up the ass.  Thanks a lot for that," she grumbled under her breath, pulling open one of the desk's drawers.  Pulling out her scope, she moved across the room to the office's only bathroom and grabbed her rifle.  As she came out of the bathroom, she started mounting the sniper's scope, checking it to make sure it was on right before lifting it to her eye.  Squinting the other, she sighed as she pulled it down, satisfied with how it was latched on.

"I hope you jerkoffs know how to aim, because I'm not sticking around to save any of your asses," she started as she moved back towards the doorway to the stairs that lead to the roof.  On her way, she grabbed her beanie, pulling the hat over her bedhead, uncaring for the messy strands as she went.  "Oh, and if you steal anything, don't expect to have a hand left if I find out."  Pushing past the girl and the man with the sword, she started up the stairs, rifle held over her shoulder, muttering curses as she went along.

[Dies Irae]

Tokani:
He had been travelling for at least a week now but it felt like more. The group he had been travelling with had split up a few days again despite the warnings he gave about splitting up during apocalyptic scenarios. As usual, no one listened to him and so he was left all alone. Only yesterday did the idea of following one of the people actually set into his mind though. Then at least he would have a group of two. So now he was alone and tired. He hadn't slept in at least two days now but since the zombie outbreak he didn't sleep much anymore anyways. It was safer that way.

Running a hand through his medium lengthed brown hair felt good, he released some of the knots and so he also released some of the tension as well. Who'd have known having knotted up hair could trigger headaches? Once the knots were all gone and his hair fell gently around his almost feminine facial features he felt much better. Now all that was missing was civilization where he could make a small camp and sleep before sleep deprivation triggered hallucinations and mild brain damage. He was already getting paranoid; jumping at just about everything that moved with the wind.

His brown eyes widened with joy when he came across a small city. He almost screamed with excitement but remembered that zombies were attracted to loud noises so he quickly switched to his crossbow and put his CZ75 back into it's holster. He held the crossbow with tense hands. His bloodstained white shirt and dark blue jeans suddenly feeling heavy against his small frame. What if there were no survivors here? There weren't any survivors in the last city. WHY would there be any here? "Hello? Is there anyone around?" Dorian called out in a 'whispering yell' of sorts hoping to attract living people, not the undead.

[Pistol Kiss]

This was all too much, this is all too much for her. Max looked around her. These people she had killed them she had killed herself. They were all dead. It was all her fault, she had killed all these people because she had to yell like fucking retard. In her act she had summed all of them to there location. She had to open that great big trap of hers and kill a group of people. This was going to be hell, they were going to be ripped to shreds, none of them would live. No one there seemed any good with a weapon. Max sighed and looked at them. This was all her fault and yet she couldn't stay with them. Who would want a girl that acts like she just did.

"I am sorry. I really am. I have killed us all." With that she dropped her bag on the ground softly and her practice katana. If they were going to try and get out of this they could use it more then her "Here have my things. I wont need them in a moment." Her voice had lost its life. Her eyes slowly moved downward.

Her steps were like huge triumphs in her mind as she slowly turned and walked to the front of the building. Slowly she inched to her target, making it there in what seemed like forever to her but only in a few moments. Max turned to them. "There is only one way you guys are getting out of here. You are going to need a living distraction. Well sort of living. Those things want flesh. I aim to give them it. Grade A-american female flesh." She smiled, tears slowly starting to roll down her cheeks as she turned back to the edge. "Make it out of here. Don't let my mistake kill you.

In one fluid movement she jumped her body sailing high in the air. All the way down she screamed not in fear but to attract the horde to her and not to the back door. the door they could get out of and survive. Her body hit the ground hard, though the fall didnt kill her. No it just broke one of her legs. Slowly she dragged herself away bleeding from almost everywhere. Though her plan had worked the hord was on her and Max only made it across the street.

Her flesh was torn from her body by the greedy monsters, though that was all in the plan. Max screamed like hell. It was the only thing she seemed to be good at. Screaming and getting herself killed. It seemed to take forever for those things to kill her, it felt like days of never ending pain as they bit and ripped at her flesh taking from her everything she had. First her friends and family then her sanity then her life. In the end though her body didn't stay dead for long. She rose from her own puddle of blood. Slowly she stood dragging her broken leg as she walked to the sound of living flesh.