Apocalypse Rising (IC)

[The NAR]

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St. John's Memorial Hospital, Vernal

Daniel walked through the dark, empty halls of the Hospital in Vernal, which were only dimly lit by the sunlight which shone through the windows of the many rooms. On the ground was a clutter of medical equipment, clothing, and even a few dead bodies. Daniel could only shake his head as he secured his vest and adjusted his helmet, continuing his walk through the Hospital, picking up some Medical Equipment along the way. The rotten corpses filled the Hospital with a disgusting smell of death, one that most had grown accustomed to.

Daniel would enter a small Hospital Room, having to step over a piece of metal that held the water pouch, and entered the room, noticing a body laying in the Hospital Bed. He would approach it, only to see it's Milky Eyes open in response to the creaking floor beneath Daniel's boots. Daniel would instantly take the butt of his rifle, and smash it onto the Ghoul's face, splattering it's brains across the bed. Daniel would then pull out his map and lay it across a table.

He'd marked the Map up, with X's pointing to many areas, such as Kin or the Radio Tower, two places that are major centers for Raiders. There were also other areas with a circle around them, such as the Old Mine, and Factory, the Prison, and the Military Base, possible camps or permanent settlements. Daniel was heading south, for he wanted to reach the Old Ruins, see if he could establish some sort of camp for a few days before he moved into Kin to investigate the rumors of a Hidden Bunker. However, Daniel had a better idea...

Move south the Mason, find supplies, and move directly to Kin or even simply remain at the Prison for a few days. He packed up his gear, left the Hospital, and proceeded down the road to Mason...

[Castle Crashers]

Kendra's Diner, Mason

Andrea stepped through the broken glass door, rifle aimed low. Most of the tables had been flipped over or fallen on their sides, and glass covered the moldy linoleum-tiled floors. Chairs had been broken, bent, and some even burned. There were four or five bodies scattered around the broken diner. Andrea checked to make sure they were only bodies, and not something else. Then, she slid over the cook's counter where they would usually set ready plates of food. She landed in the kitchen, this time her rifle was aimed full at ready. It was dim in this area. Anything could be hiding in the shadows. Just like her scratch-up with Jake...She should've been more alert. She wouldn't make the same mistake again.
With the tip of the rifle aimed, Andrea opened the cabinet doors one by one. They had already been raided, and most everything had been picked clean. Except for one can...Andrea hastily snatched it. Canned peaches. A delicacy she didn't find often. Without a second thought, Andrea pealed back the top seal, the sticky sweet smell overwhelming her. Then, she reached her hand in and stuffed the candied peaches into her mouth. It hadn't been but a minute before she had finished off the can. Then, she sat on the counter, savoring the aftertaste. Jake would've loved them. She immediately felt guilty for eating something like that. He had always loved canned peaches. Even before the disaster. In a fit of anger, she threw the can across the kitchen.
The tin can clanged against the other wall. A moan. Andrea froze. Not another sound emitted. Carefully picking up her rifle again, Andrea slowly and carefully approached the location of the sound, fearing the worst. But what she saw was totally different than what she had expected. A small boy, no older than thirteen, was curled up in the corner, the tin can at his feet. He had his face in the crevices of his arms, his knees pulled up tight. "Hello?" Andrea asked, slowly approaching the boy. The boy looked up. Tears were streaming down his face. He had wide blue eyes, and light brown, scraggly hair. He wore a worn red T-shirt, and his jeans seemed filthy.
"Are you hurt..? Why are you here alone..?" Andrea asked carefully, trying not to scare the boy.
"My dad...he left to get supplies...and...he never...came back..." The boy replied quietly before breaking into sobs. Andrea looked around quickly before bending down in front of the boy.
"Do you think he'll come back?" She asked, continuously looking around. The boy shook his head. "Do you want to come with me? I've been alone for a few days too."
"R-really..? You'd...take me in..?" The boy asked, his big eyes filled with hope.
"Yeah. I know a place." Andrea smiled. "I got a change of clothes for you if you'd like. Collected all the cloth and thread I could get."
"That'd be nice..." The boy wiped his nose, showing a smile.
"Comeon. We got a little ways to travel though. Hope you're up for it." Andrea took the boys hand, raising him to his feet.
"Of course. Anything's better than being holed up back here..."
"Well then." Andrea smiled at her new companion. "Let's get going."

[Romic]

Fort Ruins

Fredrick had been walking for 3-4 days going south after the Refugee camp he was tasked to guard was ambushed by Raiders. He narrowly escaped death and seeing the whole world fall into the chaos that ensued after the plauge hit.

He ran his fingers over the M9 taking in all the details. This was his service weapon, this protected him from the hordes and from the Raiders. What supplies he carried helped keep him and the guy he found waundering the streets from death. He didn't like this new world. He didn't like having to kill those that had died agonizing deaths but for him this was all that was left. There were little if no good people out there.

The Fort Ruins is the closest thing he's had to a safe camp since this started. He was called back to active duty by the President and was taken out of Washington to guard a key refugee passage, then was transffered to the refugee camp up North. Now he was cowering in the elements in a broken down fort.

[Soviet Chernarus]

Fort Ruins

Matt surveyed the area with his pair of binoculars; at first glance there was nothing too alarming. Nothing to freak out about. Like every other normal day, he could see the vague figures of what he presumed to be Zeds - the victims of the Outbreak - lumbering around. Fortunately his binocular could not see the details of the Zed. In his head he tried to picture one, before shuddering. He hated the Zeds, but he hated the Raiders, more - who would kill mercilessly and indiscriminately. They had taken his parents - Matt himself was lucky to have escaped alive. The events of that night still haunted him today, but he knew he couldn't dwell on that. They were in the middle of a fuckin' zombie apocalypse. A year before the Outbreak had hit, if he had been told that there was going to be a zombie apocalypse, he would have shrugged it off. Nothing more than the ravings of some lunatic, right?

His parched throat yearned for more water; cautiously, he took a sip. Then another. Matt knew he would have to preserve the water as much as he could, and fought back the urge to drink more. His stomach rumbled. He was hungry. But with what few cans he had, he knew he couldn't eat. At least not yet. Scanning the ground again with his binoculars, he saw, again, nothing out of the unusual. It was a peaceful day, so far, which was good for him, and the other nomads.

[Romic]

Fredrick went around the corner and saw Matt. This had been the person who he could almost say were buddies. "Hey can you look near Kin and keep a look out? I don't want raiders sneaking up on us." He looked at the half empty water bottle "If you need more there is some in my camelback. Just use it sparingly. I'm going to search for supplies."

Fredrick had been briefed on the fort it was an old Civil War fort that was abandoned after the war. When the plauge hit it housed a small helicopter base. Which now unfortunatly it does not have.

[Soviet Chernarus]

Fort Ruins

"Sure thing. Just be careful out there, alright?" Matt made an attempt at a smile, but it came out more like a grimace instead. They were all aware of the situation; just one, small mistake could cost you your life. Fortunately, the Raiders usually didn't come to attack the fort, but when they did, the situation became nasty. They usually managed to fight them off, though. No raider attacks had come in a long time, but this wasn't the time to drop their guard. Bringing up the binoculars again to his eyes he stared in the direction of Kin. He saw nothing unusual, again, but that could easily change.

[Lingria]

Susoyev Luka Fyodorovich
Kin
183 days since Patient Zero

Susoyev sighed as a Walker slowly approached him "Hey! Durak!" The Walker looked up at him revealing it was a female, looking no older then maybe 15 "Egh....Disappointing..." He slowly clicked the safety off on his Makarov before aiming it at the Walkers left leg "Just....Disappointing" He pulled the trigger and watched the bullet piece the undead woman's leg "Odd.....Its not immobilized even after damage to the center bone" He sat on his table near a couple sandbags before writing in his Journal "The undead seem to be resistant to Cancer, Measles and damage to the legs. Note to self, To immobilize one of the freaks, completely remove of the legs" He sighed before aiming the pistol at the Walker, still looking at his journal he pulled the trigger and the woman collapsed dead "Papa?" He looked up to see his youngest daughter Isabella "Yes?" "I heard loud noises...Are you okay?" "Quite so, Now please. Go back to bed" He shooed her off before looking through his telescope and positioning it north "Hmm....Odd, I see a light flickering" He slowly set the telescope down before grabbing his wife's Dragunov, he smiled softly when he saw the words 'Forever mine, Susoyev. Your wife & sister' inscribed on the stock. Aiming down the sights he recalibrate it before seeing a man on a old fort wall looking down some binoculars. He aimed a little right before pulling the trigger, the bullet veered left and hit a piece of metal behind the man, making a loud "CLING!" Sound.

[Serksis Federation]

Factory

Johnny stood in front of the doors of the factory building, examining its rust as the building looked aged and unstable. His hand grabbed the handle and pulled, but the door didn't move an inch. He tugged repeatedly getting more agitated with each try to the point he began to curse at it. He then aggressively stuck his nightstick he had attached to his waist into the crack between the two doors. He began to pull its handles, attempting to use it like a crowbar and pry the doors open, he switched which side of the nightstick he was on and started to push. The doors opened slowly as Johnny strained himself, his back against the adjacent door as his arms straightened. He manage to open the gap about 2 feet before quitting. Easily sliding his slim body through reattaching his nightstick to his hip, the extra string to his sweatpants holding it there. Johnny spotted the staircase to the 2nd floor and crept to it. His wide eyes looking around the dark production area and assembly lines with old products still on it. Besides that the building seemed empty up till he saw a body up the stairs making him slide his knife out of his hoodie's pocket while approaching it. He took a large step over it and watched it closely before running up the rest of the stairs. Johnny was fully aware of the outbreak but never actually saw one in person, just on the news. His lack of experience with them made him slightly paranoid, he didn't know what to expect from them. Roaming he 2nd floor, he entered the break room and opened the fridge. The dim light exposed no edible food, but johnny grabbed some seemingly alright water from where the freezer held ice and carried it back to the staircase where he took the arms of the body and dragged it to the door the container being dragged next to it. He let the dead worker lay there while he cleared room on the assembly line and put the container of water on it, Johnny then went to the dead body and pushed it outside. He wanted no zombies waking up in the factory, he closed the door slightly leaving room in the case of a reason he needed an emergency escape. Johnny went on exploring the factory, he hoped he did not need to drag anymore bodies outside. He planned to stay there for the night, and if he saw no reason to leave and could find food maybe a couple of days. Although he knew not to plan to far ahead.

[The NAR]

Road South of Vernal

To Daniel's left was a cluster of hills, and to the right was an open field with a few clusters of buildings and a few tiny figures that Daniel believed were Ghouls. Not far foreword was a dark structure which Daniel knew was the Prison, but he knew what was inside. Ghouls. Lots of them. Daniel would take a road to the left, only to see a tiny figure not far down the road... it looked like a Dog...

It would get closer, and eventually stop only a few yards from Daniel, bearing it's teeth. While it looked small a few seconds ago, Daniel now saw that it was a large German Shepherd, with a messy coat of fur, and scared eyes. It would growl at Daniel, but as he looked into his eyes, he saw fear and innocents.

Daniel knelt down and pulled a small piece of bread from his bag, putting his hand out to the dog, who halted his growling. "C'mon buddy... I'm not gonna hurt you... just take the bread pal". The dog leaned foreword and carefully took the bread from Daniel's hand, eating it, and Daniel would lean in to pet the dog kindly, and smile for the first time in so long. "How are you doing, Pup?" Daniel said as he ran his hand across the Dog's mane, then began to read his collar. "Bud, huh?" Daniel said in response to the Dog's Name. "Bud... I like that... I'm Daniel".

Daniel stood up and pet the dog more, then began to walk towards Mason. "C'mon, Bud" he said kindly, telling the Dog to follow. Bud, the giant and intimidating German Shepherd, would join next to Daniel as they approached. Daniel had a friend.

[Romic]

As he walked around the fort he had the M9 in his hand ready to fire at Zed or Raiders. First he walked into what seemed like a bunk room with a bunch of beds. He eagerly looked through the footlockers and a small cabinate and found nothing of interest. The he heard a faint groan. Behind the locker door he was about to open. Instead he took a piece of chalk and wrote out, "Zed Inside Do NOT open"

He walked down the hall to what seemed like a comms room and found a Military Radio. He smiled and yelled up "Matt get down here fast!"

[Soviet Chernarus]

Fort Ruins

Barely 1 minute in, he heard a loud cling as he dropped his binoculars in surprise. It sounded just like...a bullet. Were Raiders really attacking? Kneeling down, he sat behind a stone wall, safe from attack. At least for now. Taking time to fully take things in, his heart was pounding - mostly out of fear - as he took a deep breath, he peered over the small stone wall with his binoculars for a split second. Expecting to see half a dozen Raiders approaching the wall, he saw nothing. That bullet could have easily been fatal...he wondered if Frederick had heard it. Jeez...that was close...too close. He had to be more careful when he was looking with his binoculars. Keeping in mind of this, he heard Frederick shout something; perhaps he had found something that would help them? "Yeah, I'll be there in a sec!"

[Castle Crashers]

Andrea's home

"Well, it isn't much...but it's home." Andrea said, smiling at the log cabin in front of the pair. Lining the cabin was a small lake or a large pond, one of which Andrea never could identify. It was surrounded by a small thicket of trees, making it seem like an escape from reality. "Woah...you own this place?" The boy asked in awe.
"I guess you could say that. Me and my brother did..." Andrea stopped. "Well...now it's just me."
"and me." The boy smiled widely.
"Yeah. You and me." Andrea smiled, unlocking the deadbolts on the door. The cabin wasn't anything extraordinary. A small living room, a kitchen, a small bathroom, and a bedroom. The kitchen didn't have anything large, but there were a few cans scattered here and there. That, and there was a package of water by the back door. The back door led out onto a porch which faced the pond. Crickets could be heard through the walls. The boy smiled, taking it all in.
"Meant to say, I never caught your name. My name's Andrea." Andrea commented.
"Oh...u-uh...my name's Drake." Drake replied, smiling at Andrea before spinning in circles in the living room. "Your house is amazing!" He exclaimed. Andrea smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Our home."
Drake turned and hugged Andrea tightly. Andrea was surprised, but she loved it. It was like how her brother used to hug her. Tight, but not tight enough to restrict her breathing. "Yeah, our home." The boy smiled.

[The NAR]

Mason

Mason was Daniel's home, where he owned a house and lived with his wife and son, his Dog Honey and his cat Sirus. The welcome mat, the American Flag hanging proud from the Deck. Daniel and Bud would approach the door of Daniel's old residence, the American Flag being dirty and grimy, but still hanging proudly. Daniel pushed the door open, listening to the creaking as it opened. Daniel would walk in, the wooden floors creaking beneath him, and Daniel began to examine the walls, looking at the pictures... Daniel couldn't bear it... he looked away.

He was breaking, he felt the tears build up. He wiped them away and spent the next few minutes taking a trip down memory lane...

[Castle Crashers]

Andrea's Home, Woods

Andrea had tucked Drake into her bed, and was sitting outside on an old chair on the front porch, her rifle settled in her lap. She was carefully watching the woods edges. No one and nothing was going to get to Drake. He was too young. Too optimistic. She'd make sure he wouldn't die this way. She would see it to the end of her days that he made it out of this horrific event. So she watched. Drake reminded Andrea a lot of Jake. Not just the name similarity, but the way he looked. The way he acted. It was almost scary. The only difference was Drake was younger than her rather than older like Jake. She needed him to survive. It was her new goal. So she watched the woods. Nothing was getting past her. Not without a fight.

[Lingria]

Susoyev Luka Fyodorovich
Kin
183 days since Patient Zero

Susoyev burst out laughing as the man immediately jumped behind cover "Hahaha! Glupyy amerikanskiy!" Slapping his knee he wiped a tear from his eye "Silly, Silly. American." Aiming back down the sights he quickly fired again, this time hitting a wood post a few meters away "Once upon a time, in the little Soviet Union. merrily merrily. We fought the Germans back." He noticed a Walker had heard the bullet "Nyet" He quickly aimed the Dragunov at it and blew it's brains out "Hahaha! And it's brains go everywhere!"

[Landenburg]

Fort Ruins

Bluhd was on the roof of the Old Fort but even there he could hear the two loud ass survivors that were downstairs. He poked at his fire, hoping they would go away. They no doubt were riling up the zeds he used to keep other zeds and survivors away, something he did not want. He was cooking a big fat steak, from an animal he had killed nearby the area. The smell no doubt could be smelt all throughout the fort, drawing zeds to the place. It was good for him though, as he had the roof's trapdoor barricaded.

Fuckin' idiots. he muttered to himself.

[Romic]

Fredrick spoke into the radio "This is misfit 1-3 anyone out there?" Static came through the radio "This is misfit 1-3 I repeat is anyone out there?"

He heard static and then a small subtle break in it. "This is Misfit 1-3 anyone out there I repeat? I heard a break can you repeat, break."

He had allowed time for Matt to reach him M4 carbine sitting in a corner loaded but no ammo.

[The NAR]

Daniel slid down the wall, his eyes tearing up. The pain of his dead family hurt... so bad... seeping into his soul, a reminder of his failure as a husband and father... he banged the back of his head against the wall in frustration. Bud would whine and come up to Daniel, laying next to him and resting his head on Daniel's Leg.

Suddenly, Daniel was interrupted by a surge in white noise on his personal HAM Radio, and would pull it out... he heard something... words, a person...

Misfit---- anyone-- there? Hear break-- break-- you?

Daniel quickly tuned in so he could hear the voice clearly, and would nearly have a heart-attack at the sound of Misfit 3-1, an Army Unit that his Marine Unit accompanied in Kin.

"This is First Sergeant Daniel Maxon, First Division United States Marine Corps, Marine Raiders... do you copy? Is anyone there?". Daniel would gather some supplies from the house as he awaited a response...

[Romic]

Fredrick nearly collapsed at the sound of the marine "This is Misfit 1-3 copy, callsign sir to confirm? Break- I repeat callsign sir?"

If this was indeed a marine he and matt might actually survive this hell hole. He began to wonder how he made it this far. Then realized that his training helped and a lot of free time at the muesem allowed him time to research and learn everything about survival.

He then smelled burning meat. Unusual his curiosity sparked. But he awaited the Sergeant's reply

[Castle Crashers]

Andrea's House

Andrea herself had begun drifting off to sleep. She snapped awake at the sounds of rustling in the woods. Andrea stood up, aiming her rifle at the bushes. But all that popped out was...a deer..? Immediately, Andrea shot, watching the deer fall to the ground limp. Then, she carefully ran out, grabbed the deer by its legs, and dragged it into the house. She hung it upside down from the ceiling. Then, she yawned, and headed into the bedroom. Drake was already fast asleep, curled up into a tight ball underneath the covers. Andrea only watched him sleep, thinking about doing so herself.

[The NAR]

Daniel climbed onto the roof, and the signal became much clearer. He took off his helmet and placed it on the roof, then responded.

"Misfit 3-1, this is Raven Actual, U.S. Marine Raiders, 1st Division Marines. I read you loud and clear from Mason. Report your location".

Unintentionally, Daniel's voice would echo through Mason, and he jumped at the sound of gunfire.

"Misfit 3-1, I have a weapon firing in my proximity. Report back to me at 03:00. Raven Actual, out".

Daniel and Bud would exit the building and make their way into the woods, where the shot originated from. They'd move through the trees silently, for Daniel was a Marine Raider, a member of MARSOC, that was his job. He would get eyes on a pretty young woman in front of a shack, a dead deer, and a weapon

[Soviet Chernarus]

Fort Ruins

Taking a moment to gather his wits, Matt grabbed his machete before scurrying across to another section of the fort. Frederick couldn't have gone far, he knew that. Matt had saw him start to go around the fort. After just a brief moment of thinking he remembered the bunk room that he had explored before. Frederick was probably there. While he was still a bit shaken up from the bullet, he had no time to dwell on that right now. Entering the bunk room he came across some lockers, one of them had a message written on it messily in chalk. "Zed Inside Do NOT open" it read. Sure enough he could hear a groan; Matt, not willing to take any chances, quickly hurried on down a hallway. Seeing Frederick saying something in what seemed to be a radio, he approached him.

[Serksis Federation]

Factory

Johnny closed the factory door and left the bodies he found throughout the factory outside. Exhaling heavily he turned and went up to his container of water and took a sip while he looked around. He felt uncomfortable about the size, it could be a problem to keep such a place warm. He started to gather materials around from around the factory; paper, furniture, detached metal, and some items he couldn't quite make out what it was and made a two piles in the center of the factory. One larger one that was more off to the side and a smaller one more in the center. Johnny went back to the break room and got all the liquids in the fridge and poured them into another container and dragged them to the adjacent product belt than the water container. Wandering around again looking for a tool that could help start a fire, his search seemed for nothing but he found a lighter. With a small celebration he went to light it and his mood was set back to failure as he tried over and over again but couldn't even get a spark, until water finally squirted out and a small spark was produced. Johnny put it in his pocket and continued to look around for a weapon, he needed to stockpile on items. Keeping up with things to do kept his mind off of hunger, although someone of his size will have to eat eventually. In the janitor's closet he got a crowbar, and navigation of the building also some deodorant after searching through some cleaning supplies. Sitting down looking at the map of the building next to the pile, he sat down the lighter next to the water and his crowbar on the ground nearby.

[Romic]

Fredrick was in shock soldiers were still around this area? He began pacing in the room well option 1 was out the sergeant was definatly stranded like him. He was the real deal Raven Actual was the Base HQ in Kin home of the marines. However he was about a day and a half travel away from him he would also pass through Korri which did have a police station but was more than likely looted already. What he feared was that raiders had heard the message relayed and would head to Mason in hopes of capturing him and possibly a team of military personel's equipment.

He looked at his watch 2:17 he had time before the sergeant would report back about the gunshots. He took one of the portable walkies and suited up. He was getting ready for anything that can and will happen in the coming days.

Then he heard foot steps nearing his area. He drew the M9 and awaited the person or thing that might lurk in the corner. Clicking the hammer back he waited

[Soviet Chernarus]

Fort Ruins

"Hey? Its me, Matt. Don't shoot." He said. Keeping his machete to his side he stopped walking down the hallway.