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    To spare confusion it takes place in current day, The world has become desolate, mostly ransacked, there is almost nothing left, everyone is scraping by just by the skin of their teeth. You’re a survivor, one of the unfortunate many that weren’t taken by the terrible disease. Whether it be from Covid or a manufactured bio weapon mattered little. It’s been a battle for survival no matter where you were between biters (undead. As an aside you can use whatever slang you like for them.)and the factions that rule the areas it’s been a war. None of them being particularly fond of one another all unaffiliated survivors are just that a survivor, you can join any faction you want given that you pass their trial. But be warned the emblem you wear marks you for death at the hands of the other factions.


    Each faction occupies all of the United States. They have more prominent control in their own hometowns. Unless stated otherwise on their descriptions.


    Vultures, are the first up on the list, the ugly bald headed bird is the emblem for their flock, surprisingly organized originating in Boston; they got the name from how violently they can and will scrap a place for everything it has, Destroying an entire building ain’t beneath them, they make their own weaponry and bullets, they don’t rely on trade routes and if you’re getting anything as a survivor without a gang it’s likely from them, not even just in Boston. But in all 50. You’d imagine these scavengers are friendly, well so long as you’re not wearing any of the other emblems, they’ll gladly work with you.


    Cimarron’s and for the less species inclined. Bighorns, hailing from Nevada, they quickly took control of other land. They occupy almost all of the west coast, during the outbreak at the peak of hysteria, they went into California and took control of California, not just LA and San Diego, all of it. They occupy the entire state taking control as leaders. The group is generally comprised of fighters, whether it was war veterans, gang members, or street brawlers, this is the closest you’ll come to a faction of warriors. They’re a shoot first ask questions last kind of group, they’re very cutthroat and massive. If there is any group you want on your side in any conflict it’s them.


    Longhorns/Bulls were always doomsday preppers, armed to the teeth isn’t remotely an accurate description; military grade everything, hailing from Texas most of these peoples paranoia paid off, and big. With functioning bunkers and secure zones throughout, Texas remains to be almost entirely in control, only slimming the herd. At first they thought the border would be an issue, but they come to accept opening it and allowing any capable fighter into their home. If you get ambushed my them, consider yourself unfortunate; they prefer taking prisoners, trying to dig information you do or don’t have out of you. Killing you is generally last resort. Steer clear if you can, if you can’t then make sure you’re capable of putting them down.



    The last group ain’t so powerful as they are downright unsettling; No one knows their organization name, but they’re nicknamed talkers, seemingly because they are capable of communicating with the undead. Remains to be seen if they can, but amongst a crowd they’re generally not noticed, can walk right through them, something is making them invisible to them, but no one knows what. They tend to be silent killers, they figure in a horde you’re already conserving bullets, you wouldn’t waste any by firing a crack shot.


    Your mission is simple. Survive, if you choose too you can recreate, make the world a better place or continue down the path of destruction.


    Disclaimer: This will be a Dice Roll RP, and Arcs can be cut short by death. PvP is a part of this which is why these factions exist. I am not trying to make 1 focused group, I want it to feel like there are actual stakes to this. I am willing to work with anyone if they do want an arc to happen, however the general consensus will be death is possible at any time.


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    Remembrance item: (something you kept to remind you of the better times)

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    As a pre requisite I am going to make it so everyone already has a backpack, a Med kit, a pistol, and a survival knife, for the start you will have 2 full magazines. And restock points will be mostly given to factions, nomadic people will have to scavenge or trade.
     
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    Name: Naomi
    Age:20
    Faction: solo (will determine later on)
    Remembrance item: Locket with photos of her parents, fathers rifle
    Weapons of choice: hunting knife with compass, matches in handle, sewing kit, fishing line and hook in handle. small hand gun, rifle, and manchette
    Survival abilities: Hunting and gathering, wilderness survival, gun & knife skills
     
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    Name: Jeremy

    Age: 28

    Faction: Survivor (factionless)

    Remembrance item: Empty Bottle of Gentleman Jack from his 21st. Last bottle he got to drink with his family. A family picture of his mother, father, and sister. All dearly departed. Wears a Necklace his sister gifted him. It’s just a typical Jesus piece.

    Weapons of choice: Handgun, Blunt weapons, and machetes.

    Survival abilities: Trapmaking, and makeshift explosives.
     
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    Name: Alan Callahan

    Age: 26

    Faction: Vultures

    Remembrance item: A sterling silver lighter engraved with a dragon's head; a pack of Cuban cigars, minus two cigars.

    Weapons of choice: SOCOM pistol; Molotov cocktails; various fire-based weaponry

    Survival abilities: Advanced chemistry; construction; trading
     
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    name: jane doe 1
    age 15-30
    faction talker
    Remembrance item: HER BLOOD RED EYES and maybe sally if the cats not killed
    weapons: killer cat named sally 2 swords diped in poison kuni hidden blades in armbraces 2 poison needles in her "cat ears " trip wire hidden in the scarf
    Survival abilities: stays in trees and roof tops only out in night, good at makeing poisons and potions, also good at hunting

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    name sally
    age 3
    Remembrance item: collar with bell given by jane
    weapon: teeth and claws
    Survival abilities: n/a

    (note: both are in a death pact meaing one dies you kill sally for example jane will comment sebku the next act and vice a versa)
     
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    Name: Dexter

    Age: 34

    Faction: Faction-less. Ex-Cimarron. Currently on the run from Cimarron enforcement.

    Remembrance item: Plain silver wedding ring. Reading glasses, which belonged to Dexter's deceased wife.

    Weapons of choice: Given stock pistols are silenced dual Beretta M9A3. Replica Honjo Masamune katana. Tactical watch. Canteen. Life straw.

    Survival abilities: Ex military. Used GI bill to go to back to college and major in agriculture. As a result Dexter is highly skilled with instruction in basic animal, plant, and soil science; animal husbandry and plant cultivation; soil conservation; and agricultural operations such as farming, ranching, and agricultural business.

    At a bleak time, Dexter's role in the Cimarron faction was an important one. He was tasked with setting up various farms throughout the west coast. After these farms were constructed, Dexter trained people to act as farmers and ranchers who would then run and operate these farms under the factions direction. These farms supplied a constant food source for the entire faction as a whole.

    Since Cimarron was a battle oriented faction finding people like Dexter, who knew things like training others in farming, ranching and agricultural studies was not an easy task. After Dexter inexplicably left the faction set out to bring him back by any means.
     
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    jane starts swinging tree branch to tree branch useing her wire to move from the ruines that use to be pa " well sally we are on our wayto ohio were almost out of pa wow sucks that we cant get a working car" sally who is on janes sholder "meow' :: sees a rabbit move :: "saly its time to eat " jane would say as she throws a kuni at the rabbit " nice been abut 2 days sine we had meat huh " grabs a flint stick and starts a fire cooking the rabbit "welp time to get back to the tree " throws her scarf up catching a tree brach gets back to heaing twords ohio " my end goal is :: the sound of wind hides what she is saying :: ":
     
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    Jeremy had made it to the Vegas strip, eerily it was silent, no lights were on, considering most of the casinos were vacant, it felt weird, he remembered being here for his 21st. The Cimmarons packed up everything from the strip about a year ago, making their main base of operations in LA, it was an uphill battle taking control but they did it none the less. Making his way to the grand, approached the door. Pushing it open, it was surprising it even worked. without saying much he assumed Dexter was close by.

    Getting right to work, he started to set up some tripwire, nothing lethal, just foot traps, something to hang people up if they’re going to try and break in, considering one of the two were being hunted once he finished rigging the place, he found a quiet and relaxing place to sit down. Dismantling his Springfield .45 ACP pistol, he cleaned it thoroughly, last thing he’d want is for it to jam in a critical situation. Once he finished he looked up towards Dexters direction.

    “I suppose you’re ready to high tail it out of this old dump, head east into vulture territory or get to the Longhorns. Either way, you’re a POW if you’re captured by either. It’s going to be night soon, and as much as I’d like to move at night, I don’t think it’s a great idea Dexter, it ain’t just the biters we have to worry about at night, talkers are also more active.”

    Jeremy reassembled and holstered his gun.

    “Look Man, I know you’re probably not holding, but I need a cigarette bad. I haven’t had one since San Diego, probably not the best for survival, but neither is the eventual withdrawals I’m gonna feel unless I get some nicotine in me. Maybe the old bar here has got some, but in the meantime I’m gonna start getting sleeping arrangements sorted.”
     
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    ::With a casual swipe of his right hand, Dexter brushed away a few sweat soaked strands of hair away from his brow and out of his eyes. It had been quite some time since Dexter sported his military style crew cut. So long he couldn't remember if it was out of sheer coincidence or the fact that he couldnt cut his own damn hair without it looking like he got into a fight with a lawn mower.

    He had been to this place before. The Bellagio. The white and gold clad building seemed almost decrepit without its normal immaculate upkeep. A building once famous for its illustrious fountains was now like every other hotel and casinos: abandoned, run down and dirty. And the stench was awful. But what else would a bunch of rotting corpses smell like?

    Dexter was all-around just the quiet type. He mostly keep to himself but having some company with Jeremy was well welcomed. Dexter finished scouting the area while Jeremy set up his traps. "The area seems pretty clear. Not many biters around here it seems. Probably not much left for them." Dexter paused momentarily before he continued. "Still, no reason to let our guard down."

    It was about this time that they were finishing up. Jeremy expressed his desire for a classic vice, nicotine. "Nothing since San Diego huh? I'm sure we can fix that."

    Dexter remembered from previous trips to the Strip that some of these casinos had cigarette vending machines. Small machines about 1/3 the size of your standard vending machine. "I'll go check around for something, I won't be far."

    Dexter set out towards the closest bar in the place, hoping that his efforts would prove beneficial. As Dexter approached the bar he could see the vending machine near where the restrooms were. "Ah, there we go" Dexter muttered to himself in a near inaudible tone.

    But as he approached the machine, he could hear the distinct noise of something crashing in the distance. Dexter was now on high alert, pulling out one of his Beretta M9A3 from its holster. Dexter pointed the weapon in front of him as he cautiously moved toward the noise.::
     
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    Jeremy was getting to work looking around for scraps of fabric, though it wouldn’t hurt just breaking in doors and stealing a bed from the vacant rooms, it would cause too much of an uproar whether it be bounty hunters or biters, he was involved in his task, He wasn’t gonna sew anything but he found a couple of blankets and a pillow.

    The cascading noise of a loud thud echoed through the bellagio, He swiftly made his way to the same bar Dexter was occupying, rounding the corner of a narrow and longing hallway, debris covering the floor creating a sea of washed out colors, he found his way to the near emptied bar. He saw Dexter gun drawn at the ready if anything were to possibly make its presence known.

    “Dexter.” He paused. “Whatever it is, let me trap it, we don’t need to be taking needless risks, worst case scenario we have a biter, best case it’s a human, they can either join us, or we can make sure we’re the last thing they see.”

    Regardless of his offer to trap whatever made the noise, he already had his .45 out, if things went south, he was going to be sure to back up Dexter.
     
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    "Naomi..... stay low, there are a group of biters over there behind that building"
    an older man whispers as he signals for her to move quietly over to the gas pump. She was carrying a green army gas can and quietly set it next tot he pump.

    A rather large group of biters had recently began to make their way through their small hometown of Thermopolis, Wyoming. Its believed that the hoards are coming from the larger neighboring cities and possibly states like Nevada. There have been a few spotting's of "tourist" biters wearing Vegas attire making their way through the town. Naomi and her father were preparing to make their way to Utah, the opposite direction in which some of the passing hoards seem to be heading.

    In Utah, Naomis father owned private hunting land which he had a hunting cabin built in the middle of the woods a few years back. It was a very secluded area and one of the safest places to be at during a time like this. Not only did he have the cabin, he also had several tree stands built on the property, which was used during hunting season. See Naomi's father was a retired military, during his retirement, he took up hunting as a hobby and would often travel to different states to hunt different game. Naomi showed an interest in hunting when she was about 12, so her father taught how to track and hunt. From the age of 12 to present, Naomi would often travel with him to hunt. Utah was one of his favorites places to hunt, so when Naomi started taking interest, he decided to buy some land in Utah and have a cabin built so that he and Naomi had a place to got to and hunt at throughout the year.

    He watched over his daughter as she began pumping the gas into the can. They were pretty successful in tracking down fuel for their travel. Naomi worked quietly while her father kept guard, making sure nothing was heading their way. He held his rifle at the ready in case anything decided to come.

    Living in a small town played a part in allowing them to fuel up and prepare, as not many traveled through their town. When all this began, several abandoned their homes and headed towards places that they heard were "safe" points. But Naomi's father knew better, he knew heading with the crowd would only increase the risk of infection. So instead, they chose to stay in their now desolate home town, for the time being and prepare, all while waiting out the worse. All this time they began stocking up on food and supplies, as well as fuel for their trip. They boarded up their home and her father set up traps around the house to keep the biters at bay and from entering the home. They would go out during the day to random stores, homes, etc and gather supplies throughout. At night, they would spend several hours fixing up her dads jeep, preparing it for safe travel. Being a military man and having the knowledge he had, he vamped up his jeep to make it almost indestructible. They would be able to mow down hoards of biters if need be.

    Naomi had finished filling the tank and motioned for her father to come over and assist. The tanks were still a tad heavy for Naomi to carry. He was able to carry it easily and much faster than her. Since there was a hoard just around the corner, they didn't want to take any risks. He placed tightened the cap and the both began making their way back to their home. They planned to leave in the next 2-3 days, once they made sure they had everything they need. They were packed for the most part, but just needed to get the last bit of fuel they would need for the trip. Her father wanted to make sure they had more than what they needed, in case they needed to reroute from their planned path to Utah.

    They made it safely back to their home without running into any biters. Which seemed a little weird cause they usually always ran into one or two of them on the way back. Naomi didn't think much of it and figured it was just luck. As her father headed towards the garage to put the tank on the back of the jeep with the other 4 tanks, Naomi took care of the locks on the door. Her father had installed heavy duty pad locks. She turned and leaned her back against the door, her eyes went directly to the blood stain on the floor.....

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    "Hey, I'll see you guys tomorrow"
    Naomi waved to her friends as she got off the bus to head home from school. She popped in her headphones and played Pandora as she began walking up the long driveway. Their home was part of a small community, where the houses were rather distant from each other. The closest neighbor was a good 2-3 minute walk away. So she had a bit of a walk before reaching her house.


    As she came around the bend, Naomi spotted a red Buick parked in front of their garage, their neighbor Sylvia was over again. Probably talking her mothers ear off about the new guy who moved in next to her and how "hot" he was, but she was to shy to talk to ask him out and would also complain about all the other women "oogling" over him. She sighed knowing that as soon as she entered, she too would have to hear it all. She never understood why the women in her neighborhood got all stir crazy over this guy, he didn't seem that attractive, at least not to her. Naomi shook the thought out of her head, suddenly an announcement came over her headphones.

    This isn't the first time this has happened. Lately there had been a few reports on the news and radio of people getting sick about some rare virus and reports of bio matter being leaked out, (or something to that extent) that people are eating each other, acting like zombies, if you get bitten, you can turn. It sounded like something off a movie, so it was hard to determine if this is true or not. The president said there was nothing to worry about and that its all fake and our government cant seem to get their heads out of their asses to determine what is what. So at this point in time, a lot of people are unsure of what was going on and continued life as normal. Thinking these reports were just for attention the media was trying to gain. Naomi heard enough and pulled her ear buds out and placed them in her pocket just as she approached the garage

    As Naomi passed the garage door, she could hear her father preparing for another hunting trip, he had his radio playing some 80's music. Unfortunately due to school, Naomi wouldn't be able to go with him this time around. Knowing this made her frown, she enjoyed going out with her dad and if she had a choice, she would skip school just to go with him. As Naomi approached the house, she could hear mumbling inside, he mothers voice was slightly raised and it sounded like something was wrong. Naomi inserted her house key to unlock the door and as she began to push the door open, she heard her mother say
    "Sylvia are you ok, what are you doing?"
    Naomi quickly pushed the door open to see what was going on, she saw her mother with her hands up in front of her, backing away from Sylvia. Naomi's mother looked over at her daughter as the door swung open, and at that very moment, Sylvia lunged at her mother and tore a chunk of flesh from her chest.


    Naomi's mother screamed from the pain. Naomi screamed as she rushed over
    "MOTHER!"
    Sylvia had taken another chunk from her mothers neck right before Naomi could reach her. Naomi shoved Slyvia off her mother and pressed her hand on the areas that Sylvia tore in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Slyvia, began making her way towards Naomi, just before she was able to lunge at Naomi a loud shot was heard. A second later Slyvias body plopped next to Naomi and her mother. Naomi began sobbing.
    "Mother please hold on...."
    She looked over at her father who was standing inside the garage entrance holding a gun in his hand, he was panting from running into the house.
    "Dad...its mom.....shes.... shes"
    Before Naomi could get it out, her father walked over and placed his hand on his daughters shoulder and pulled her up on her feet.


    His voice cracked as he spoke these words
    "Naomi... she's gone..."
    he turned Naomi into his chest as he took the gun and fired a bullet into his wife
    "I'm sorry..."


    Naomi flinched when she heard the gun go off......
    He glanced over at Sylvia's body, tears in his eyes. He blamed himself for not noticing that Sylvia looked off when she first arrived. But his wife assured him it was just a stomach bug.

    that was the start of it all.......
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    "Naomi are you ok?"
    Her father asked as he stepped into the room and noticed her sitting against the door

    Naomi blinked up at her father and nodded while holding her locket
    "I was just thinking about that day and of....mom"

    Her father glanced down at what his daughter was looking at and nodded in understanding.
    "I think about her a lot, I miss her"

    Naomi brushed a stray tear from her eyes
    "me to"
    She pushed herself off the door and walked over to her father who put his arm around her.

    "Lets get something to eat. We have a long day tomorrow with final preparations, then its off to Utah. Your favorite place"
    He gave her a squeeze on the shoulder and they both smiled at each other.

    "I cant wait dad"
     
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    Name: Draco Savion

    Age: 26

    Faction: Loner/ Mercenary

    Remembrance item: wolf teeth and claw necklace w/ a silver moon pendent

    Weapons of choice: Tactical rifles, bolt action rifle, and swords.

    Survival abilities:
    -Self trained: everything he knows about sword play and weapons is self taught. when your in his sights, your death is quick. has trained with pistols and long range weapons, though prefers not to use pistols.
    -Survivalist: Used to be what people would call a geek and knows a thing or two about technology and on the flip side knows a lot about plants and animals.
    -Pack rat: where ever he goes when he finds valuable tech and or food, he stashes it.
     
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    "I found raviolis!"
    Naomi said as she walked in the room with 2 bowls, placing one in front of her father, then taking the seat next to him to eat herself.
    "So how much longer do you think we have until we can start making our trip to Utah?"

    Her father finished his bite of food before responding
    "If all goes according to plan tomorrow, we should be able to head out the next day. Almost all our preparations are complete. I just want to do a double check on supplies and gather a few more things before we head out."
    he paused a moment to eat another bite before continuing
    "We should probably turn in early so we can get an early start."
    Naomi nodded in agreement, feeling a bit tired from the day they already had.

    They finished their food, hung out and chatted a bit before turning in to sleep. The next morning they both grabbed a quick bite before heading out to gather supplies. Naomi made sure to grab her satchel and bookbag on the way out the door, so she had a place to put anything they could find and be able to keep her hands free in case she needed to draw out a weapon to fight. They headed to the local grocery store.

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    Thankfully they were able to get to the store without running into any biters on the way. Which seemed a little odd to Naomi, but again she was probably over thinking things as always. They stood outside the broken door peering in to see if there were any zombies inside.

    !roll d10 (Result below was 9)

    There looked to only be about 9 biters inside which meant they needed to be extra cautious and quiet to not attract attention to themselves. There could be a possibility there may be more that they hadn't noticed. Naomi's father turned to face her.

    "I'll draw them out, then you go in and get these last few items we need. "
    He handed her a small piece of paper with a small list of items she needed to grab. After he handed it to her, he got up from his crouch and quickly but quietly headed out into the far end of the parking lot and disappeared behind a vehicle. He knew after watching how these biters reacted, that they would head towards any noise they heard, which would give Naomi the safe opening she would need to gather the few supplies. He quietly pulled the car door open and crawled inside. He positioned himself just under the dash and pulled out a few wires. Finding the wires he needed, he kept them in his hand and sat slightly up, enough for him to make a bolt once he touched the wires together. Once he was ready, he tapped the wires together and gave them a twist, which caused the vehicle to let out a loud screech, before the car alarm began going off. He quickly crawled out of the vehicle and looked over the hood to see his daughter still crouching behind the wall, in between the trash cans. When he saw the first biter appear in the door way, he knew it was time to take cover. He gave Naomi a nod then ran for the opposite direction. He planned to make his way quietly through the lot, his plan was to circle around and back to Naomi.

    Naomi waited as the biters exited the building heading towards the car alarm. Once she noticed no other biters were exiting, she knew the coast was clear and headed in with knife in hand, just in case. She began collecting the supplies she needed, making sure to not make any noise in the process. She was about half way through the list when she noticed the alarm had died down. 'battery must have died' she thought to herself. As she grabbed a can and put it in her bag. She began to head towards another aisle when she heard a sound just at the entrance.
    "crap"
    she whispered to herself as she realized the alarm didn't distract them long enough for her to get everything on the list. She got down on her hands and knees to crawl over to where she heard the noise. She peered around the shelving unit and spotted the biter that made the noise. Thankfully it was facing away and not far from her which gave her the benefit of sneaking up and attacking the before being noticed. She quietly snuck up to the biter and with her blade, jammed it into the biters skull.

    One thing her father taught her since all this happened was to not fear killing these things. It was either kill or be killed, there was no other options when it came to the biters. As she began to pull the blade out of its skull, the body fell, but Naomi didn't noticed the small metal shelf that was just in front of them. So as the body fell, the shelf fell with it causing a loud banging noise. Naomi knew that she needed to give up gathering supplies and get the hell out of there.

    Naomi's father has just reached the front door, when he noticed his daughter taking down a biter. But as the body fell and caused a loud crash. He looked behind him to see the now hoard of biters heading their way.
    "Naomi......head towards the back exit....NOW!"

    He shouted as he began rushing down a different aisle that Naomi took. He grabbed his rifle and began shooting at the biters that neared them to keep them distant. They rushed to the back, Naomi being the closest was able to make it to the back before her father. Her father took a moment to knock over some of the shelves in order to slow the biters down a bit. Once they reached the back room, her father pushed a few pieces of debris in the door way of the back room. It would be enough to stall them for a moment but not for long. When he turned around, he noticed his daughter struggling to get through the door. The ceiling had collapsed over top the open door leaving only but a small hole to get out of, they would have to move quite a bit to even getting through. Naomi was already working on clearing the debris from the door. He rushed over to Naomi and they began working on clearing, to make more room for them to get through. The hole was now big enough for Naomi to get through easily, but not so much her father. He looked back to see that the biters were beginning to make their way through the barricade
    "Naomi... crawl through he hole and begin pulling the from the outside. She nodded and did as she was told.

    Since she had a smaller body fit, she was able to crawl through the hole with ease. She began pulling things through the hole which seemed to cause more debris to fall in the places she removed.
    "Dad its not working!"

    she said in a panic
    "Just keep trying Naomi.... I'll do what i can to keep them at bay"
    He turned and began shooting at any biters that broke through the barricade.

    Naomi continued to pull on the debris making the hole slightly bigger each time. The biters had broken through the barricade and began rushing her dad. Her dad shot off a few more shots
    "Dad hurry"

    just as she said that her father turned and began crawling through the hole, but the hole wasn't quite big enough leaving him stuck. Three of the biters grabbed hold of her father and pulled him back through the hole, one of the biters managed to tear a chunk of skin from her fathers leg. Naomi being quick, grabbed her fathers arms and began pulling not wanting to let her father go.
    "No daddy"
    she began sobbing as she fought to pull her father through the hole. But it was too late, the biters on the other side, were tearing him apart. Her father doing all he could to fight back the pain spoke and as he did, blood poured out of his mouth.
    "Naomi... dont give up...continue your way to Utah like we planned......*Cough*.... *cough*"
    with each cough, blood splattered. Still being able to move his arms, and with what little strength he had, he pushed the rifle to her.

    "Take.... it....I....love you..... Naomi.....you've....made me... proud"
    "No don't leave me"... I cant lose you.... you're all I have left..... please....don't"
    she continued pulling, digging her nails into his arms as she fought as hard as she could to pull him through, tears pouring out of her eyes. She wasn't going to give up even though it was already to late.
    The biters on the other side was now trying to break their way through the debris, but Naomi wouldnt let go. Her voice was a near whisper now
    "Please.....daddy...don't leave me....I'm sorry....."
     
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    Name: Terry

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    Remembrance item: Shelling of a 7.72 and 5.56 on his necklace, used to be a major on the US military. Cherishes the days of running a battalion, started off as tank operator.

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    Micah walked silently through the secluded Times Square, New York had been mostly destroyed during outbreak day, care pile ups, to everyone on the streets getting violent towards each other in the name of survival, the place reeked of death, corpses lined the streets most of them just seemingly burned to ash when things settled, and the others decayed to skeletons.

    In spite of everything around Micah being destroyed, it retained beauty, nature was reclaiming the land it once had stolen from it. Through the pavement we’re large patches of grass spanning for miles even, wildlife flourished for the most part, deer, foxes, and various prey would roam, the occasional predator made its way around mostly in passing.

    After taking in the scenery Micah made his way into the toys R us in Times Square, most of the building was crumbling, debris lined the entrance, but nothing was gonna collapse anytime soon. Walked down the aisles all the way to the video game section he made his away to the top of it, placing down a tuna can, he opened it for the stray cat he took care of before jumping down, he made his way to the Lego structures and stayed low to avoid being seen by anyone who might be coming into the building.
     
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    Having been in New York most of his life Draco knew where in the city and the state it was safe to travel during the day and where it was good to hunker down during the night.

    On another pass though the "Big Apple" he has stopped in time square, at the TOYS-R-US store where he went as a kid and knew it would be safe to stay the night if he needed to. before hunkering down he stops at one of his cashes and grabs enough food for 2 days so he would make it to his next stash. and sighs petting the wolf who seemed content to follow him even after being shooed away many many times. "alright lets go boy, lets get to the store for some sleep"

    Having arrived at the TOYS-R-US at about mid day and settling down behind a brick barricade that he made 6 months ago standing the test of time he set up a few proximity alerts to warn of zombies and possible intruders. Several hours go by and having dosed some the wolf laying next to him rose with a quiet growl and was hushed by him. the hush making a bit more noise than intended.
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    Peaking through the barricade he sees another young boy walk in and set out a can of food for a cat. then make his way up to the same level as him to keep a look out for zeds and others. seizing the opportunity he sneaks out from behind the barrier and takes the tip of my sword and places it to the back of his neck, holding the pistol in his off hand. "who are you and who do you work for?"
     
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    Micah was always surprisingly calm during high pressure situations, probably his upbringing, growing up in the Bronx he was no stranger to scrapping. Fought with the best and worse of ‘em now-a-days it was always shoot first ask questions later. The fact he wasn’t dead yet was nothing short of a surprise. When Micah went to sneak his knife he fumbled heavily, realizing he was going to do die if he tried anything further. (Nat 1 baby)

    “My names Micah, and I work for no one.” He was being short with this mysterious person because he was sadly at his mercy. “I grew up here. This is my home, I’ve been living on the first floor, my cat companion lives here with me. The biters don’t hang around here during the day, so I sleep during the day. traveling at night.” Micah only explained to him the truth. “How about you tough guy, you like pointing your weaponry at teenagers commonly? You just a piece of shit that’s gonna kill someone trying to take care of himself and his family, eh?”
     
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    Draco smiles and removes his sword from Micah's neck, but keeps the pistol trained on him. "im not a piece of shit, im and asshole. get it right and then maybe we both live a little longer, if we live though the night i'll tell you my name. having someone's name is a powerful tool." He backs away and lets you get up looking around for any zeds that may have wandered in.

    "I stay here once every three weeks and its only to loot the dead zones. you can stay here with me. have you eaten?" He waits quietly for a response and keeps scanning the environment for any changes hopping you didnt attract any zeds to the store, even though they dont travel much in the heat of the day.
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    The streets remain quiet and the sun hits noon making the city unbearable outside.
     
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