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Previously turnt3chGodh34d
The discussion thread can be found here; The Walking Dead Discussion Thread

Day 84
On September 17th, of 2012, the world ended. At least, it had for most people. It had all happened so fast, and so suddenly. Everybody had heard the rumors of the dead rising. Everybody had seen the videos that the media deemed 'fake', but when the day finally came? Nobody was prepared. The dead struck, and not a single person could do a thing about it. It wasn't even a day before most major cities fell. The Military moved in to the cities, but never came back out, so they instead set up outposts in neighborhoods, and small towns, setting up a defense for the armies of the undead.
But even that wasn't enough. Not even a month after the titled 'Day 0', the dead had won. The Military was destroyed. Humanity had fallen, and it was up to those left to keep surviving, and wait out the infection.
It had been hard at first. Still, many people continued to succumb to the 'Walkers', which was what most survivors had labeled them as. There were other titles, like 'Geeks', 'Biters', 'Lurkers', 'Lamebrains', 'Creepers', and so on. As the days turned to months, things didn't seem to get close to changing. Most people left finally began to believe that the military wasn't coming back to save them, especially once winter rolled around.

Now, it had been nearly three months since Day 0. The group knew this because of the calendar Haley had set up. She'd been smart enough to record a calendar, and was even working on one for next year in an attempt to keep them from losing track of time. The calendar was hung up on the right wall in the large empty back of the van the group took refuge in.
Beside the calendar was a list. A list of the people in the group. Some names happened to be crossed out, making it clear that those specific people were no longer with them.

Will
Jadan
Austin
Neil
Freddy
Stevie

Rae
Lance
Haley
Ken
Pack

Franz
Luke

It was listen in the order of who they'd met. The original group had been Will, Jadan, Austin, Neil, and Freddy. Soon after, they'd met Raegan, Lance, and Haley, who'd all been holed up in a storm shelter until the others came along. Once they joined up, at that point, Lance was already sick, but had no walker bites. He died of a fever, and came back. His corpse killed Austin, before being put down by Will. Because of Lance coming back, it was proof to the group that no matter how somebody died, they'd come back, unless the brain was destroyed.
They met Ken and Pack, two goofy brothers, soon after this event. Things went smoothly for a while as the group continued aimlessly down the road in their van, before Ken and Pack turned on the group, revealing themselves as selfish men who cared for nobody but themselves. Freddy attacked and killed Pack, before he himself was killed by Ken.
Ken ran, disappearing in a building. They'd followed, but returned to their van upon hearing his screams as he was torn apart by walkers. Their names were reluctantly put onto the list.
Not too long after, they met Franz, which had only been a few weeks ago. the group had been reluctant at first, but warmed up to Franz. Eventually, they met another man they never learned the name of. He was with the group for almost a full day before succumbing to a walker bite he'd hid from the others. He was killed, and Haley wanted to add him to the list, so he was given the name 'Luke' because nobody knew his real name.
That had been last week. Now, it was December 9th. Christmas was approaching, but nobody exactly felt the Christmas spirit this year, for obvious reasons. This new world was harsh, cruel, and unforgiving. Kind of hard to get over that for the sake of a holiday when you have no more family to share it with.

The back of the van, the floor, was covered in a few sheets and blankets, making it a comfortable resting place. The group took shifts each night for who would get the better night of sleep, who would sleep in the seats up front, and who would take watch on the roof of the van. Last night, it had been Rae and Haley getting the comfort, while Franz, Will, and Jadan slept in the front seats. Neil had been on watch that night, and reported nothing unusual.
They had developed a system to remain fair, first presented by Jadan, who was the somewhat leader of the group, being the oldest member (considering him the wisest and most experienced), while also making many decisions for the whole group, and as pathetic as he seemed when confronted with bad decisions (which were far and few between), the others had to admit he had made some good decisions to keep them alive. He was clearly selfish, as he'd tried to outright call himself the leader once, and been given rights to sleep in comfort every night, but the system had won the vote, and Jadan knew he couldn't argue his case, so accepted it.
The shifting went in the order of the people on the list. Will, Jadan, Neil, Rae, Haley, and Franz. The system was Watch, Comfort, Comfort, Front, Front, Front, then a repeat. This way, nobody was given more comfort time, and nobody had to keep watch more than others. Of course, not everybody could always sleep. Sometimes, whoever was on watch was joined by one person, or even two sometimes. There, they would just talk about whatever they wanted to talk about, whether that be about the world before, how the group was doing, where they were heading, and what the future might hold.

Covered by pillows in the back of the van was some bags and such. A box of fuel tanks and a fuel syphon pump was one of the items back there, alongside Jadan's suitcase, which held his suits. Jadan was clearly the most clean of the group, always cleaning his suits when he could, and making himself look as proper as he could. He was always concerned about himself and his appearance, and still had managed to keep a single speck of blood from falling on his suits. It wouldn't surprise anybody if no dust even managed to land on those suits.
There were also other things. Backpacks full of food and water, empty bags for collecting more, while the few guns and other weapons they had were kept in the front of the van, unless the weapon in particular was being held by their respective owners.
The van was almost always fueled back up when it reached half a tank, but they were beginning to run low on fuel to use, so were constantly keeping their eyes open for gas stations they would come across.
While they were always aware of the date, nobody was entirely sure of their location any more. They knew they were still somewhere in the southern states, but that was about it. They'd been moving for so long already, nobody had bothered to figure out where they were. They just had to keep moving, and maybe, just maybe, they might outrun the apocalypse.

Haley
December 9, 2012

It was early morning. The van rumbled along as it was driven by Rae. There wasn't a designated driver like there was sleeping places, as the driver was just whoever felt the most like driving that day. The group was usually pretty good at getting along. They'd grown closer over the time they'd known each other, and some might say they'd grown into somewhat of a family.
Haley sat in the passenger seat, her head resting against the cold window, watching the world pass them by. The windows were somewhat foggy, but the van's heating still worked, as well as the defrosters, meaning they hadn't had to worry about ice covered windows just yet.
It was currently snowing, making the roads barely noticeable, and obstructing view, forcing Rae to drive more slowly than they normally would be going.
Closing her eyes, Haley let out a sigh, hugging herself tighter as the others talked in the back about whatever it was they were talking about. She wasn't in the mood for chat, though. Last night, she'd had another dream about her father. About the walkers tearing him apart in front of her. No matter what, this always managed to shake her up to the point where she became anti-social, and refused to talk for nearly the whole day. The others had gotten used to this behavior. Everybody had experienced loss, they all just dealt with in one way or another.
Squinting through the frosty window, Haley narrowed her eyes, peering at something through the snowy fog that surrounded them. "Wait, stop." She told Rae, bringing up her hand to wipe a bit of fog from the window. "Gas station." She informed. "Better than nothing."
 
"At least gas prices are lower," Neil chimed in between Haley and Rae. He hadn't been able to sleep. Never quite liked sleeping on the road. Especially in a battered old van. And the fact that he was with strangers. Strangers with guns at that. Strangers who might not be opposed to taking a life.

Personally, Neil hoped to find gum in the gas station. Something to chew on, without wasting food. Maybe Big League Chew. Take him back to the ballfield. He himself had never been fantastic at baseball. More of a basketball person as a boy. His height gave him a natural advantage until others surpassed even him. Despite not being a stellar baseball player himself, he loved the game. And he used to go watch Kyle's games. Before...

Obviously, he also wanted normal food. Anything to provide carbs or calories. Anything to keep them alive. He'd managed to survive off of Little Debbies and canned beans and tomatoes before he joined up with these people.

It wasn't a bad life. Chili every night. A Swiss Roll for desert. But no one to share it with. He still had visitors. Of the undead.

They'd meander around the halls of his apartment complex, occasionally bumping against the door and scaring him shitless. He'd never checked the front door, even out of curiosity, to check who it was. Or who it had been. He never wanted to see the decaying face of Henry and his son Bart. Or the kindly older lady across the hall. Mrs. Saver. Or even his asshole neighbor. If he were to see one of these people- it would cement this strange fiction as reality. Not some dreamscape.

Surely, it had to be a dream.
 

Mokko

Previously Blatant Mokery
For Raegan, the apocalypse had began like it had for others. First, he’d become aware of the presense of these damned ‘walkers,’ which had awoken doubt within him. Then he’d seen them for himself, which had awoken fear within him.
Then, his entire family had been torn apart by a massive group of them, which had brought a strange numb feeling.

Things had taken a depressing turn when he’d met up with his friends so they could wait it out until the army took out these walkers, but then the army fell. And at that point, hell broke loose. Shit hit the fan. Laws were meaningless, and the number of people who didn’t constantly crave flesh decreased rapidly.

Then, his friends had all died. Every single one of them, and Raegan was forced to watch as those... animals... tore his friends apart, and devoured the pieces.

This had awoken hatred within him- that, and realization. That was the moment he realized that these things were no longer human, and he became less uncomfortable with the idea of killing them to stay alive.

Admittedly, being on the run constantly kept him fairly fit, which was helpful when escaping the walkers in massive quantities. If you had a poor breath capacity, chances were you wouldn’t last very long.

The worst part was that the apocalypse had showed humanity’s true colors. People immediately resorted to cannabalism, killing eachother for supplies, stealing, and the list went on. Raegan had been forced to kill a guy while on the run from a herd of walkers, due to the man attempting to steal what little food Rae had left.

Honestly, he didn’t know why he struggled to stay alive every day, but he did. The thought of death scared him... but the thought of becoming one of those scared him even more.

Besides, he had a purpose. The new group he was in depended on him at times. He hated Jadan and his sometimes ridiculous statements and ideas. If it were up to him, Jadan would sleep without comfort for a month for being so selfish as to say he should have it every night.

Raegan was usually the one leading supply runs, as he was capable of carrying and finding large amounts of stuff, and he was also street-smart enough to see what places were probably already looted dry.

Present Moment
Rae turned to look out the window- and yeah, Haley was right, there was a gas station just outside. It looked like it might have some stuff inside the nearby convenience store, but the gas pump was on the ground, meaning someone had taken a portion (or all) of the gas, then lazily left the hose on the ground.

He stopped the car in front of a gas pump, glancing at the fuel gauge. The car was running semi-low. Not dangerously low, but it’d be wise to gather more gas, just in case.
 
"Damn it, Lance..." William sighed, holding his forehead with his hand. "How the hell is fever the thing that finally got one of us?"
"We're still human, Will." Austin said, putting a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder. "Lance was sick - we just didn't have the medicine to help him."
"I guess." Will sighed. "But damn it, why couldn't we have done SOMETHING...?"
Suddenly, the two heard a sound behind them.
"What the-?!" Will turned to see a Walker charging towards them. It was much closer than would have been expected.
"Will, get down!" Austin shouted, shoving Will to the side.
That's when the Walker bit into Austin's neck.
"AUSTIN!" Will yelled. He grabbed his pistol from his side, unloading into the Walker's head. They had already figured at to kill a Walker, you had to destroy the brain.
Both Austin and the Walker fell to the ground. Austin let out a coarse gasp, and William ran to his side.
"Austin! Austin, we'll get you help. You'll be alright. We'll go back to the hospital, and-"
"Will. William, no. No. I'm dead, Will." Austin huffed, grasping William's hand. "Walker bites. You can't get me help in time. Just promise me you'll get out of here. And destroy my brain. I don't want to come back as a Walker and kill you like... like Lance did."
"...what?" William was shocked, looking to the side.
The Walker he had just gunned down was Lance, who the group had just buried.
"No." William looked for a moment in shock before turning to Austin. He then felt Austin's hands on the hand holding his gun.
"You've got to destroy the brain, William. Please." Austin said, giving a weak smile.
"...rest in peace, Austin." William closed his eyes.
*bang*

William opened his eyes with a start, sitting up. "Ack, damn it..."
"Morning, sleeping beauty." Franz chuckled. "Dreaming about your life before the world turned to shit?"
William had no response, merely scowling. He had taken quite the distaste to Franz ever since he had joined the group. "What'd I miss?" he asked.
 
"Nothing," Neil replied to William, "In fact, you woke up just in time for the fun stuff."

When the van came to a stop, Neil clambered out and stretched. He looked at the gas station and could already imagine creamy nougat coating the inside of his mouth. And it was just inside those doors.

He stomped across the snow and barreled through the doors without anything to defend himself with. (He'd left his trusty bat in the van) A stupid thing to do. But he was giddy with excitement. He longed for any taste of the past. He wasn't quite seasoned enough against Walkers to exercise proper caution.

"It's like fuckin' Christmas morning in here!" Neil called back to his group. And it was. Obviously, most of the food had been taken, but a few smushed candy bars were left on the ground next to the check-out counter. A few stray cigarettes were left near the cash register. There was a discolored spot behind the counter, but Neil simply put it out of his mind. He reached down to snatch a Snickers bar, then tore it open with unmatched ferocity. He bit into it and relaxed for a moment.

"Heaven," Neil smiled, still chewing, "You guys have to got to come get some!"
 

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Previously turnt3chGodh34d
December 9, 2012
Abandoned Gas Station

Jadan

"Where do you think you're going?" Jadan asked, his eyebrows, equally as white as his hair, furrowing at Neil as the guy took off to the gas station just as everybody was piling out of the Van. Neil, however, had already pushed his way inside, not hearing Jadan's words, or ignoring them. Either way, it left the elderly man annoyed at the ignorance as the kid recklessly charged into the building and immediately started shouting and eating a candy bar.
"Damnit, Neil." Haley muttered as she followed after him, shivering slightly. The worn overcoat she used to cover up her thin, short attire wasn't exactly effective at keeping her warm. Snow crunching beneath her feet, she grabbed the spiraled handle of her father's hand-crafted hunting knife, yanking the blade from its holster as she followed Neil while he began exclaiming about something and eating a candy bar.

Jadan shook his head, placing his hands on his hips as he turned about, looking down the road they'd come from. Other than the tire tracks they'd left behind, the semi-thick snow was untouched, save for a set of footprints wandering their way acrossed the road, and into a small section of woods. No biters in sight, luckily. He let out a sigh as he stroked his beard and began pacing. These people had kept him alive this long, and for that, he was grateful. Not that he'd admit it, his pride was just too big to swallow. They put up with him, though. Better than his wives ever had. Thirteen in total throughout his life. His latest had been devoured in front of his very eyes before he'd been miraculously saved by Austin. That was a good man before... What happened, happened.

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"No! Olivia!" Jadan, on his hands and knees after the walker had ambushed them, cried as he tried to scramble to his wife, struggling beneath the corpse, which had its teeth tearing through her throat. She didn't move as it continued, and Jadan knew she was gone, but refused to comprehend it. Comprehend what he was actually witnessing. "My God..." He muttered, stopping, staring wide-eyed at the walker as its head turned slowly to look at him, a low growl escaping its lips.
"My God!" Jadan repeated, his voice much louder than previously as he turned, attempting to crawl away on his hands and knees, before a clean, metallic slice cut off the walkers moans, followed by a wet, dull thump.
Jadan turned to see a man, tall, with olive skin, shaggy brown hair that cascaded over his eyes, thick eyebrows, and a messy inch-ling beard take a step back from the corpse of the walker, a bloody axe in his hand. He'd decapitated the walker in one fell swoop. "Come on, old dude." He said to Jadan. "Let's get out of here."
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That had been Austin. One of the few respectable, morally correct people left. Of course, Jadan always took advantage of people like this, and while he did like Austin, Jadan's actions had resulted in the poor guy getting himself killed, and turning into a walker, turning on the others, killing Lance before being put down by Will. Nobody still knew of Jadan's involvement in that, and the old man wanted to keep it that way. It wouldn't do him any good if the group trusted him any less. While they did become annoyed with his selfish acts, they clearly held at least some modicum of respect for him. While a poor decision had resulted in Austin and Lance's deaths, many other decisions had resulted in the group surviving another day to fight.

Haley
Walking in behind Neil, Haley kept her eyes off the floor, and rather, around the surrounding area, searching for any walkers. After a few moments, she relaxed. If none were emerging after Neil's ruckus, then they were in the clear. For now. No telling how long that'd last. Walkers always seemed to find their way to the group no matter what. It had ruined several runs, and even resulted in the death of Ken. They'd stayed the night in that warehouse where he was killed, and it had been cleared, but after the deaths of Pack and Freddy, walkers were suddenly all over the place.
The numbers of survivors was constantly dwindling, making the hope of survival seem like life's biggest obstacle, let alone rebuilding. Haley doubted it would ever come to that, and if she lived to see the day? Well, she wasn't sure what she'd do. Probably accept it and move on.
Haley lowered her, subtly tucking it back into its holster as she turned to Neil, who was chowing down on a slightly smooshed Snickers bar. "Neil." She said. "What have we told you about pulling this shit?" Kneeling down, she grabbed a squashed Kit-Kat off the ground. Not finding any breaks in the plastic seal, she pocketed the item for later consumption. "Seriously, that was just plain ass stupid." She berated the older individual like a stern mother as she began to wander through the store, looking through shelves and checking under them down the aisles for anything they could salvage.

That was when she froze, hearing the sound of what seemed to be the scuff of a boot shifting on the tile floor, dirt beneath its tracts. It couldn't have been Neil, his sneakers didn't have the kind of weight or tracts to make a scuffing sound like that. Someone they didn't know was here. Her Hunting Rifle was back in the van, so her only defense was her serrated knife. Great against walkers, not great against people. Especially people with guns. "Neil." She said, her eyes flitting to the counter, where she'd detected the scuff. "Have you... found anything?" She asked, not looking at him as she drew her knife, slowly walking towards the counter, trying to make small talk with Neil and seem inconspicuous.
If there was a living breathing dude back there, he'd immediately be assumed hostile. But if he didn't shoot first, then... Haley didn't like the idea of killing the living, but if it meant the survival of herself and those around her, then she was willing. But if it was just some guy trying to survive? Some guy or girl who just wanted to be left alone? Haley just hoped things wouldn't get out of hand, no matter what they were.
 

Mokko

Previously Blatant Mokery
Raegan blinked in astonishment as Neil carelessly strode into the store, before picking up a candy bar and beginning to munch on it. He nearly walked over to smack the guy for not being cautious at all. For all they knew, there were walkers lurking around in the shop.

Raegan had a bitter feeling deep down for gas stations. When you stumbled across one, it was usually never good news. It was no more than past memories that lead him to believe the general places were such bad omens, but if a memory is bad enough, it can easily taint one's vision.

It was around four days before he'd met his current group and decided to join them. He'd been in a different group, albeit it wasn't much of a group. Four people. Him, a guy he knew from middle school named Carl, and two girls, one named Ashley, and one named Theresa., funnily enough. And their base was- you guessed it- a gas station. When they'd discovered it, the four of them had been too relieved to bother with checking the place out first. They hadn't a clue that walkers were in the bathroom. They'd been staying at the gas station for exactly two and a half hours before finally, Carl had noticed the growling emitting from the barricaded bathroom.

They weren't exactly afraid. By this time, everyone had seen a walker. Unfortunately, they hadn't been aware of the fact that a group of people had been dumb enough to barricade themselves in the room until the apocalypse was over.

They had no way of knowing, so they got rid of the barricade in order to remove the walkers. That's when they began pouring out into the convenience store, knocking over shelves as the four took off running. By this time, Carl had decided it was every man for himself. Ashley had gotten ahead of them, and was already in the car. She didn't even wait for the others- she just drove off on her own.

That was when they really started to panic. Raegan could still see what happened next vividly, as it was burned into his mind. He'd turned to see Carl shoving Theresa into the horde as a sacrifice so he could get away. Before the murderer had a chance to escape, Raegan had intercepted him and promptly broke his nose with an elbow to the face. Carl's blood poured from his nose, and he looked infuriated. Raegan then, with no hesitation, kicked Carl in the stomach so hard that he stumbled into the walkers, who promptly tore him apart.

Then Raegan took off running.

That was all in the past, of course, but he could still clearly remember killing Carl. He wasn't allowing himself to forget it. It'd been his first real human kill, and it was... a bad memory, one he desperately wished he could move on from.

He brought his attention back to the situation at hand. He drew his pistol, and began walking off. "I'll survey the perimeter," he muttered to the others before disappearing around the corner.
 

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Previously turnt3chGodh34d
December 9, 2012
Abandoned Gas Station


Haley

The girl glanced to her left out of the window as she saw Rae whipping out his signature pistol and disappearing around the side of the station, clearly surveying the perimeter. While he had that covered, she would just figure out who this other person was. Tightening her grip on the serrated knife, Haley peaked over the front counter's edge, and noticed a shoe. Two shoes, both wiggling slightly. The shoes were covering feet, which was connected to legs, equally as wriggly. The prospect of this being a living person seemed less and less likely as she slowly continued to make her way around the counter, and encounter the creature.

The walker was rigid, its movements jerky as it turned its decaying head to look at Haley, letting out a weak snarl. Thing had been sitting in the cold for so long, it had simply frozen to the floor, and the cold slowed it down enough to keep it from getting up. Haley had a hard time deciding if she liked the cold or not, but this brought her answer. Yes. She liked the cold very much. These things could cover a lot of distance in warm weather, as seen when the outbreak had begun, but here? In the cold? They were simply begging to get killed again.
Raising her knife, Haley quickly brought it down, plunging the blade into the walkers skull, tearing through bone and brain matter. The moment her blade entered the walkers skull, it went limp. The survivors had been quick to figure out the walker weakness. Head shots. Something in the brain kept the bastards alive, and one good hit could destroy the brain, taking out the walker with it.

Haley yanked the blade of the walkers skull, wiping the blood of on its plaid red shirt, before tucking the weapon back into its holster and staring at the walker for a moment, her eyes slowly wandering down, checking his clothing over. Plenty of pockets to search.
She reached her hand into his shirt pocket, managing to find a cigarette butt. So he was a smoker before he died. She then moved on to his pants pockets, pulling out a wallet, and a ticket to the Hunger Games, expired months ago.
She tossed the ticket aside, and began digging through his wallet. He had been carrying twenty dollars, with a few stray pennies. A credit card, a gift card to Arby's, and a drivers license.

Pulling out the drivers license, Haley read what information was on it.
His name used to be Fermin L. Matone. He was 32 years old. Haley stared at the face in the picture, before glancing up at the slackened, vacant face of the dead walker in front of her. "Sucks for you, dude." She muttered, slipping the license back into his wallet, and resting said wallet on his lap, before standing up. There could still be other walkers lurking about, so her next guess was the bathroom. It almost never failed that they'd find at least one body in every bathroom they visited. Jadan hated it, but who didn't? Kinda hard to take a shit with a dead guy staring at you from the floor. Not to mention the stink was God awful.
 
William let out a groan as he wiped his face with a wet cloth. They weren't getting the liberty to shower in times like this, but he liked to try and clean what he could. Showed he was still a good person in this time. That he was still holding on to civilization.

When Neil got out of the car, William couldn't help but face-palm at his decision to bring nothing. Fortunately, William's handgun was always at his side - even in sleep - so he wouldn't just forget to bring a weapon. When he walked into the gas station, he glanced around. "Yeah, sure. Candy. We got any real food anywhere in here?"

William decided to take a look around, moving to the freezers. Nothing much was in them. For the most part, the shelves had been completely razed. One of the freezers had a blood stain obscuring the glass, however. Reluctantly, William opened it up.

"Yes!"

Whoever raided the gas station must have had to finish the job up quickly. The bottom shelf of the freezer was completely untouched, having been hidden by the blood stain. William slowly took out a six-pack of bagels and three boxes of perogies. "Hey, guys! Check this out. Whoever took the food missed some good stuff. Might have missed more."

Meanwhile, Franz was focused on the gas itself. He bumped into the side of one of the gas dispensers outside with his shoulder... and heard quite a bit of liquid. "Guess gas wasn't much of a concern of the raiders. We've got at least a full tank here. That's enough to last us a week."
 
"Gas might still be an issue," Neil piped up, letting out a small fart.

It may not have been the best time for jokes, but Neil managed. Suddenly, he caught a whiff of something far worse than his flatulence.

"Holy shit," Neil muttered. It smelled like just that.

He walked behind the counter and saw the brutalized walker.

"Christ," Neil shuddered. The nightmare that was reality got more and more real every day.

Neil stumbled away from the body, and headed out to Franz.

"Where to next, Frankie-my-boy?" Neil chirped, trying to immediately push thoughts of the walker from his mind.
 
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