OUTBREAK: A Survival RP (IC/ENDED)

[Beiarusia]

ASF-13 Reaper-B // Route 90, near Indiana

>SNIP

The car came to a stop not too far off from the transport, close enough for the soldiers’ rifles to be in effective range. Akiyama waited for a heartbeat before approaching, alone, her sidearm out and held at her side. Unlike the others she wore no helmet, her limp hair and rounded features easily visible for all to see. It was a loss of safety but rarely did she find herself on the frontline.

Akiyama glanced into the car, seeing a man and woman sitting in the front. She searched for any others who may be hiding in the backseat but saw that the two were alone. Two? This isn’t them. That much was obvious by their appearance. Though armed they did not look the type to launch an assault against a military installation, Gifted or not. Akiyama could subdue them and go through the entire process of determining whether or not they were infected, but she was on a time table and did not wish to drag along two sierras while the unit searched for the culprits. And it would be a waste of bullets to simply shoot them.

Akiyama waved them by, turning her back to the car and walking back to the truck, clambering back into the passenger side and shutting the door. The soldier beside her gave her a questionable look but she simply ordered him to drive and, soon enough, they were on their way. They would go down as far as Gary before cutting their losses, after which they would rendezvous with Grimm in Chicago. If luck was on their side they would find the ones responsible for the Nike attack somewhere between here and Gary, Indiana, but that happening was growing more and more unlikely.

Samantha Tallow // New Evanston

>SNIP<

Sam went red, having been unnecessarily rude in her determination in learning to protect herself, thus being slightly more useful to the group in some small way. Regardless, Luke rummaged around for an old BB gun as well as some other supplies, leading Sam – who held the door – to a secluded side outside the armory. The man quickly set up a simple firing range and wrote down a short list of general gun safety rules before demonstrating how to shoot, striking the cup with practiced ease. Sam nodded in understanding and accepted the gun handed to her.

The weapon wasn’t too heavy, roughly the same as Vincent’s handgun. She made to hold the gun as he did, wincing a bit from the movement as her injured arm protested, holding the butt of the small rifle against her shoulder and taking what she assumed was the correct stance. Finger looped around the trigger, she took aim and breathed out as she fired. It was a resounding miss, the small BB bouncing harmlessly off of the armory wall. Undeterred the girl tried again, missing and missing once more after that. Five terrible shots later and Sam lowered the weapon, switching arms so that now her dominant hand held the stock and trigger. Trying once more she fired and struck the little cup, it shaking in place as the BB passed through it.

Delight flooded into Sam and she smiled up at Luke who stood nearby watching. She continued in her practice and before long she was getting consistent shots. By no means was she a natural but shooting with a BB gun had become easy enough. It was something so simple but, for Sam, this was the happiest she’s been in a very long time.

[New Grestin]

Vincent looked around the armory one last time, then set off. Quickly he ran to the Armored car, weighed down with the ammo, explosives, and his gear. He hopped in and sat down, pulling out a copy of 1984 he'd had in his backpack since the begining. Sometimes he needed to read do deal with all the shit that's been going on since the beginning, now was no exception.

// DAY 29 // 8:36 AM // NEW EVANSTON //

Sarah nodded to Vincent and turned to Jean.

"Alright, let's get moving."

The car jumped to life and headed down the road. Sarah stared out the window, trees passing by in a green blur. The sky had turned grey, clouds filled with smog and debris from the still smoldering husk once called Chicago. She sighed, reaching into her pocket and thumbing over a dead smartphone. It was ironic, she thought, that even though the battery died weeks ago, she still held onto it. It was a talisman of metal and plastic, a relic of times past. And yet at the same time, she probably should have dumped it weeks ago. Looking back out the window, Sarah watched Old Evanston roll into view. Her heart sunk as they were greeted by a group of bodies hanging from a billboard. Whatever the advertisement had once been, it had been erased and a new message slathered across it in bright red paint.

KEEP THE FUCK OUT

Sarah and Ian looked at each other, worried. Ian scratched the scruff on his face and looked out the window. The shops down main street, once a quaint example of midwestern humility, now resembled war-torn Sarajevo. Bodies, torn and mangled, were strewn about the roadways. Cars and military vehicles laid about, some burnt out and some intact. Ian reached past Sarah and pointed out the police station. The armored car eased to a halt before the tall building. Sarah popped the door open, hopping down and sliding the ski-mask over her face. Ian hopped out the back and tossed her an empty duffle bag, loading his rifle. Ian slid his mask on and followed Sarah into the building.

The two were immediately swept by the smell of death. The building was in total ruins, mutilated corpses thrown about. The police had tried to organize a last stand, it seemed, and failed miserably. Sarah sighed, hopping over the reception desk and pushing the distended body aside to check the map of the building. Ian looked over the desk to get a better look at the map. He pointed to a small room at the back of the station. The two nodded and started to head down the halls, checking around for any infected.

Kicking the door to the riot room open, Sarah's jaw dropped. Down each wall sat helmets and riot gear, accompanied by all manner of less-lethal weapons and truncheons. Ian nudged Sarah.

"Eh?"

She smiled, though it was hard to tell with the mask on.

"When you're right, you're right."

Ian tossed down the duffle bag and starting stuffing the equipment inside. Sarah slung her shotgun over her back and followed suit. The two worked for a moment, then, as Ian worked, Sarah eased over and hugged him. Ian smiled, turning back towards her. She pushed her mask up and kissed him.

Current Inventory

- SPAS-12 w/ 8 Shells
- One Kabar knife
- One ski-mask
- One bandolier
- One flask

Current Appearance: Here

[Australian Antarctica]

Vincent looked around the armory one last time, then set off. Quickly he ran to the Armored car, weighed down with the ammo, explosives, and his gear. He hopped in and sat down, pulling out a copy of 1984 he'd had in his backpack since the begining. Sometimes he needed to read do deal with all the shit that's been going on since the beginning, now was no exception.

// DAY 29 // 8:36 AM // NEW EVANSTON //

Sarah nodded to Vincent and turned to Jean.

"Alright, let's get moving."

The car jumped to life and headed down the road. Sarah stared out the window, trees passing by in a green blur. The sky had turned grey, clouds filled with smog and debris from the still smoldering husk once called Chicago. She sighed, reaching into her pocket and thumbing over a dead smartphone. It was ironic, she thought, that even though the battery died weeks ago, she still held onto it. It was a talisman of metal and plastic, a relic of times past. And yet at the same time, she probably should have dumped it weeks ago. Looking back out the window, Sarah watched Old Evanston roll into view. Her heart sunk as they were greeted by a group of bodies hanging from a billboard. Whatever the advertisement had once been, it had been erased and a new message slathered across it in bright red paint.

KEEP THE FUCK OUT

Sarah and Ian looked at each other, worried. Ian scratched the scruff on his face and looked out the window. The shops down main street, once a quaint example of midwestern humility, now resembled war-torn Sarajevo. Bodies, torn and mangled, were strewn about the roadways. Cars and military vehicles laid about, some burnt out and some intact. Ian reached past Sarah and pointed out the police station. The armored car eased to a halt before the tall building. Sarah popped the door open, hopping down and sliding the ski-mask over her face. Ian hopped out the back and tossed her an empty duffle bag, loading his rifle. Ian slid his mask on and followed Sarah into the building.

The two were immediately swept by the smell of death. The building was in total ruins, mutilated corpses thrown about. The police had tried to organize a last stand, it seemed, and failed miserably. Sarah sighed, hopping over the reception desk and pushing the distended body aside to check the map of the building. Ian looked over the desk to get a better look at the map. He pointed to a small room at the back of the station. The two nodded and started to head down the halls, checking around for any infected.

Kicking the door to the riot room open, Sarah's jaw dropped. Down each wall sat helmets and riot gear, accompanied by all manner of less-lethal weapons and truncheons. Ian nudged Sarah.

"Eh?"

She smiled, though it was hard to tell with the mask on.

"When you're right, you're right."

Ian tossed down the duffle bag and starting stuffing the equipment inside. Sarah slung her shotgun over her back and followed suit. The two worked for a moment, then, as Ian worked, Sarah eased over and hugged him. Ian smiled, turning back towards her. She pushed her mask up and kissed him.

Current Inventory

- SPAS-12 w/ 8 Shells
- One Kabar knife
- One ski-mask
- One bandolier
- One flask

Current Appearance: Here

Vincent had hopped out of the back of the armored car, taking position behind a charred humvee. Even though he wasn't ordered to, he was going to be watching for anything. He saw a couple infected, nothing major, and put them down quickly with his suppressed rifle. After about ten minutes he called to the others "How's it going?" the answer was muffled by the loud clap as a bullet impacted the Humvee's hood, inches from his head. The next thing he knew. Vincent was pinned by an unknown enemy, firing from who knows where. It sounded only like a couple guns, but they were all automatic, and were able to keep him pinned. Probably the same guys we found at the last cop shop Vince thought bitterly.

[New Grestin]

-snip-

Vincent had hopped out of the back of the armored car, taking position behind a charred humvee. Even though he wasn't ordered to, he was going to be watching for anything. He saw a couple infected, nothing major, and put them down quickly with his suppressed rifle. After about ten minutes he called to the others "How's it going?" the answer was muffled by the loud clap as a bullet impacted the Humvee's hood, inches from his head. The next thing he knew. Vincent was pinned by an unknown enemy, firing from who knows where. It sounded only like a couple guns, but they were all automatic, and were able to keep him pinned. Probably the same guys we found at the last cop shop Vince thought bitterly.

The two embraced each other, Sarah having just begun to slip her jacket off when the two heard Vincent.

"How's it going?"

The two shared an embarrased look, then Sarah called back out to Vincent.

"We're, uh, we're fine. Found the, um, stuff. Be out in a sec."

The two grabbed the bags and stepped outside just in time for gunfire to rain down on the convoy. The pair ducked back inside, Ian trying to get a better look at where the fire was coming from. Sarah fell against the wall, firing her shotgun blindly in the direction she assume the shots were coming from. She dove her hand into the duffle bag, slapping one of the riot helmets onto her head and hoping for the best.

[Australian Antarctica]

Vincent had hopped out of the back of the armored car, taking position behind a charred humvee. Even though he wasn't ordered to, he was going to be watching for anything. He saw a couple infected, nothing major, and put them down quickly with his suppressed rifle. After about ten minutes he called to the others "How's it going?" the answer was muffled by the loud clap as a bullet impacted the Humvee's hood, inches from his head. The next thing he knew. Vincent was pinned by an unknown enemy, firing from who knows where. It sounded only like a couple guns, but they were all automatic, and were able to keep him pinned. Probably the same guys we found at the last cop shop Vince thought bitterly.

The two embraced each other, Sarah having just begun to slip her jacket off when the two heard Vincent.

"How's it going?"

The two shared an embarrased look, then Sarah called back out to Vincent.

"We're, uh, we're fine. Found the, um, stuff. Be out in a sec."

The two grabbed the bags and stepped outside just in time for gunfire to rain down on the convoy. The pair ducked back inside, Ian trying to get a better look at where the fire was coming from. Sarah fell against the wall, firing her shotgun blindly in the direction she assume the shots were coming from. She dove her hand into the duffle bag, slapping one of the riot helmets onto her head and hoping for the best.

The raiders, clad in their mishmash of army and civilian clothes, began their charge. 3 Technicals began rolling down the street, their guns clearing a path through the infected that had gathered, headed striaght for the Police Station. Vincent quickly grabbed an HE grenade and sent it flying, blowing the lead truck sky high. Without even missing a beat, he sent a bullet through the windshield of the second, hitting the driver in the arm. Next he threw a smoke grenade, giving enough cover for Vincent to dive into the doorway, sweaty and covered in the black soot from the burned out truck that had been kicked up from the bullets.

[New Grestin]

The two embraced each other, Sarah having just begun to slip her jacket off when the two heard Vincent.

"How's it going?"

The two shared an embarrased look, then Sarah called back out to Vincent.

"We're, uh, we're fine. Found the, um, stuff. Be out in a sec."

The two grabbed the bags and stepped outside just in time for gunfire to rain down on the convoy. The pair ducked back inside, Ian trying to get a better look at where the fire was coming from. Sarah fell against the wall, firing her shotgun blindly in the direction she assume the shots were coming from. She dove her hand into the duffle bag, slapping one of the riot helmets onto her head and hoping for the best.

The raiders, clad in their mishmash of army and civilian clothes, began their charge. 3 Technicals began rolling down the street, their guns clearing a path through the infected that had gathered, headed striaght for the Police Station. Vincent quickly grabbed an HE grenade and sent it flying, blowing the lead truck sky high. Without even missing a beat, he sent a bullet through the windshield of the second, hitting the driver in the arm. Next he threw a smoke grenade, giving enough cover for Vincent to dive into the doorway, sweaty and covered in the black soot from the burned out truck that had been kicked up from the bullets.

Sarah sighed, angrily, and blindly fired her shotgun into the crowd. Sliding another shell into the chamber, she took aim and fired. One of the raiders, dressed in a bizarre mix of leather and fatigues, fell backwards. Sarah had just begun to run for the back of the building when a handful of infected wandered inside. Each wore tattered SWAT gear and shrieked as they approached, blood dribbling from their open maws. Sarah raised her shotgun and fired. The first of the infected fell, only to rise back up again. It took a moment for Sarah to put two and two together, noticing the pepper-marks of the shell on the zed's vest. It moaned at her again. Ian cut it's howl short as he fired a round into it's neck, severing it's head and spraying gore across the room. Sarah smiled, throwing Ian a thumbs up as she smacked the other one to the ground. It tried to pull itself up, only to meet the tread of Sarah's boot. Crushing the creature's skull, Sarah ran back for the armory and grabbed a grenade launcher from one of the racks.

Popping a tear-gas round into the chamber, she aimed it out the window and fired it towards the raiders. She ducked back down, crawling over to Ian and Vincent. She tried shouting over the rifle fire.

"Once that gas kicks in, grab the shit and run!"

The tear gas round popped, spreading a white cloud amongst the technicals. The bandits coughed and sputtered, many dropping to the ground as the gas choked them. Sarah brought her goggles over her face and nodded for Ian to do the same. She turned to Vincent.

"Just keep your mouth and eyes out of the smoke. Now, run!"

Sarah kicked the door open, wading out into the smoke. The bandits were either rolling around or coughing, with one firing blindly into the smoke. Sarah dove into the armored car and tossed the duffle bag inside. Ian followed along with Vincent. Sarah turned to Jean, motioning for him to drive. The armored car jumped to life and started rolling back down the road towards New Evanston. The bandits continued flailing about in the smoke, leaving them helpless as the infected closed in.

Sarah breathed deeply as she lowered her bandanna. Removing her goggles, she looked over their new equipment. There were three full sets of riot gear, four helmets (including hers), and a handful of truncheons. Additionally, she now had another grenade launcher. Smiling, Sarah leaned back against the side of the armored car.

"Fucking hell," She said. "That...was awesome."

Ian laughed, sliding down next to her. Sarah leaned against him and set her shotgun against the wall.

[Wallenburg]

Hugh Garmany || Lauren Clark || Indiana

Certain that the encounter would end in gunfire and blood, the two were thrown back when a female soldier, who appeared to be the superior on the vehicle, waved at them to pass. Stunned, they looked at each other and walked back into the car. Lauren turned the keys and, worried the soldiers would change their minds, floored it.

The soldiers disappeared behind them. Soon they were in Gary, even more desolate than it was at the beginning of the outbreak. They found it difficult to find the motel, Gary looking totally different in the day than in the night. But they eventually came up to its cheap sign, rolling into the parking lot. They quickly dispatched three nearby infected and ran to the motel door.

"Hey, we're back! Could you open the door?"

[The Olog-Hai]

"Here you go!" says Lamar as he opens the door. "What did you find left? I also organized what we had a bit, alphabetically, so you can find things easily. The food and other supplies are organized in neat rows. "It was bugging me," explains Lamar.

[Wallenburg]

Lauren laughed apologetically as Lamar described his organizational achievements.

"I hate to break it to you, Lamar," Hugh said, smiling compasionately, "but we're not staying here much longer. We're heading out east as soon as posible."

Lauren spoke, "As to our new supplies, we have almost a weeks worth of food and water, maps, two more automatics, a bunch of smaller guns, and plenty of ammunition."

Lamar seemed quite unhappy about their response to his work. "So," Hugh asked uneasily, "How have you and Rebecca been doing?"

[Deramen]

Outside of Northwestern University

Ava took the pistol from Cade as they drove and leaned out the window, taking a couple shots at the helicopter before ducking back inside. "The transport is too slow, we might have to ditch it and run into the woods, they can't hit us easily there."

"I'm not risking it," muttered Cade, turning on another bend and seeing a sign that said 'WELCOME TO NORTHWESTERN CAMPUS'.

"We're here!" he shouted, still driving as fast as he could to try and lose the chopper.

"Jenkins, here, put a tourniquet on that" he said, passing him what's left of the t-shirt. He wasn't too good himself, his right arm found it harder to hold up his gun. He got down on his stomach, figuring he could still hit the heli and not have to hold his gun. "Jenkins, use my revolver. It's better than throwing rocks."

"Nice to see you alive, girl. Now, we're practically here, we just gotta lose this asshole." He said, aiming at the plastic cockpit window. Then he fired 3 shots in succession. He wasn't sure if he hit the pilot, but it would definitely distract him enough.

"Cade, you got a chance, now lose him!"

Jenkins went to work on Hans shirt and ripped it to a fine line of fabric.He then wrapped the fabric around Hans arm and took his revolver.He completed the tourniquet and started shooting the helicopter.His first shot hit the plastic cockpit window.The second shot hit a propeller and the third hit a soldier in the helicopter."Shit this isnt working!"He kept shooting the helicopter hoping to destroy it.

[Australian Antarctica]

The raiders, clad in their mishmash of army and civilian clothes, began their charge. 3 Technicals began rolling down the street, their guns clearing a path through the infected that had gathered, headed striaght for the Police Station. Vincent quickly grabbed an HE grenade and sent it flying, blowing the lead truck sky high. Without even missing a beat, he sent a bullet through the windshield of the second, hitting the driver in the arm. Next he threw a smoke grenade, giving enough cover for Vincent to dive into the doorway, sweaty and covered in the black soot from the burned out truck that had been kicked up from the bullets.

Sarah sighed, angrily, and blindly fired her shotgun into the crowd. Sliding another shell into the chamber, she took aim and fired. One of the raiders, dressed in a bizarre mix of leather and fatigues, fell backwards. Sarah had just begun to run for the back of the building when a handful of infected wandered inside. Each wore tattered SWAT gear and shrieked as they approached, blood dribbling from their open maws. Sarah raised her shotgun and fired. The first of the infected fell, only to rise back up again. It took a moment for Sarah to put two and two together, noticing the pepper-marks of the shell on the zed's vest. It moaned at her again. Ian cut it's howl short as he fired a round into it's neck, severing it's head and spraying gore across the room. Sarah smiled, throwing Ian a thumbs up as she smacked the other one to the ground. It tried to pull itself up, only to meet the tread of Sarah's boot. Crushing the creature's skull, Sarah ran back for the armory and grabbed a grenade launcher from one of the racks.

Popping a tear-gas round into the chamber, she aimed it out the window and fired it towards the raiders. She ducked back down, crawling over to Ian and Vincent. She tried shouting over the rifle fire.

"Once that gas kicks in, grab the shit and run!"

The tear gas round popped, spreading a white cloud amongst the technicals. The bandits coughed and sputtered, many dropping to the ground as the gas choked them. Sarah brought her goggles over her face and nodded for Ian to do the same. She turned to Vincent.

"Just keep your mouth and eyes out of the smoke. Now, run!"

Sarah kicked the door open, wading out into the smoke. The bandits were either rolling around or coughing, with one firing blindly into the smoke. Sarah dove into the armored car and tossed the duffle bag inside. Ian followed along with Vincent. Sarah turned to Jean, motioning for him to drive. The armored car jumped to life and started rolling back down the road towards New Evanston. The bandits continued flailing about in the smoke, leaving them helpless as the infected closed in.

Sarah breathed deeply as she lowered her bandanna. Removing her goggles, she looked over their new equipment. There were three full sets of riot gear, four helmets (including hers), and a handful of truncheons. Additionally, she now had another grenade launcher. Smiling, Sarah leaned back against the side of the armored car.

"Fucking hell," She said. "That...was awesome."

Ian laughed, sliding down next to her. Sarah leaned against him and set her shotgun against the wall.

Vincent laughed at Sarah's comment. Why he laughed he had not a clue. In the past couple days he'd been shot at by everybody and their brother and here he was, sitting in an armored car, laughing. Not having the heart to dampen the mood with any serious comments, he made a funny one instead "Those guys played way too much Fallout"

[Alouite]

The raiders, clad in their mishmash of army and civilian clothes, began their charge. 3 Technicals began rolling down the street, their guns clearing a path through the infected that had gathered, headed striaght for the Police Station. Vincent quickly grabbed an HE grenade and sent it flying, blowing the lead truck sky high. Without even missing a beat, he sent a bullet through the windshield of the second, hitting the driver in the arm. Next he threw a smoke grenade, giving enough cover for Vincent to dive into the doorway, sweaty and covered in the black soot from the burned out truck that had been kicked up from the bullets.

Sarah sighed, angrily, and blindly fired her shotgun into the crowd. Sliding another shell into the chamber, she took aim and fired. One of the raiders, dressed in a bizarre mix of leather and fatigues, fell backwards. Sarah had just begun to run for the back of the building when a handful of infected wandered inside. Each wore tattered SWAT gear and shrieked as they approached, blood dribbling from their open maws. Sarah raised her shotgun and fired. The first of the infected fell, only to rise back up again. It took a moment for Sarah to put two and two together, noticing the pepper-marks of the shell on the zed's vest. It moaned at her again. Ian cut it's howl short as he fired a round into it's neck, severing it's head and spraying gore across the room. Sarah smiled, throwing Ian a thumbs up as she smacked the other one to the ground. It tried to pull itself up, only to meet the tread of Sarah's boot. Crushing the creature's skull, Sarah ran back for the armory and grabbed a grenade launcher from one of the racks.

Popping a tear-gas round into the chamber, she aimed it out the window and fired it towards the raiders. She ducked back down, crawling over to Ian and Vincent. She tried shouting over the rifle fire.

"Once that gas kicks in, grab the shit and run!"

Jean nodded. To him this was a quite tame situation, he had experienced far worse in Afghanistan, Iraq, hell, even in the Central African Republic, perhaps even in the Western Saharan Territory. Since it looked vaguely similar to those situations he suddenly began thinking like a soldier. He grabbed his FN F2000 and got out of the armored car. He fired precisely at the infected downing each with no more than two bullets per target. He reloaded and then went for the armory. He found the riot armor they had came for and a dolly. He found some duct tape in a case drawer and bunched the riot uniforms together before taping them to the dolly. He also found a few riot shields. He taped one to the back of his back pack and then taped another on top of the uniforms on the dolly. He then used his rifle sling to sling it over his left elbow and drew his handgun. He began pushing with his left arm while keeping his right arm in a firing position. He walked it back to the armored and was about to turn the side of the car when a raider came into the room from a side door, he fired twice with his handgun hitting the man in his lower torso, the man collapsed but was likely not dead. Jean rolled the dolly into the back of the van and felt a vibration as the raider shot a bullet into the riot shield strapped on his backpack. Luckily between the shield and all the things in his bag he was unharmed, but three inches higher and it would've hit him in the neck. He turned around and shot the man in both of his arms. He then dragged the raider over to the van and shouted "I have one! Should we take him for interrogation?"

[New Grestin]

Sarah sighed, angrily, and blindly fired her shotgun into the crowd. Sliding another shell into the chamber, she took aim and fired. One of the raiders, dressed in a bizarre mix of leather and fatigues, fell backwards. Sarah had just begun to run for the back of the building when a handful of infected wandered inside. Each wore tattered SWAT gear and shrieked as they approached, blood dribbling from their open maws. Sarah raised her shotgun and fired. The first of the infected fell, only to rise back up again. It took a moment for Sarah to put two and two together, noticing the pepper-marks of the shell on the zed's vest. It moaned at her again. Ian cut it's howl short as he fired a round into it's neck, severing it's head and spraying gore across the room. Sarah smiled, throwing Ian a thumbs up as she smacked the other one to the ground. It tried to pull itself up, only to meet the tread of Sarah's boot. Crushing the creature's skull, Sarah ran back for the armory and grabbed a grenade launcher from one of the racks.

Popping a tear-gas round into the chamber, she aimed it out the window and fired it towards the raiders. She ducked back down, crawling over to Ian and Vincent. She tried shouting over the rifle fire.

"Once that gas kicks in, grab the shit and run!"

The tear gas round popped, spreading a white cloud amongst the technicals. The bandits coughed and sputtered, many dropping to the ground as the gas choked them. Sarah brought her goggles over her face and nodded for Ian to do the same. She turned to Vincent.

"Just keep your mouth and eyes out of the smoke. Now, run!"

Sarah kicked the door open, wading out into the smoke. The bandits were either rolling around or coughing, with one firing blindly into the smoke. Sarah dove into the armored car and tossed the duffle bag inside. Ian followed along with Vincent. Sarah turned to Jean, motioning for him to drive. The armored car jumped to life and started rolling back down the road towards New Evanston. The bandits continued flailing about in the smoke, leaving them helpless as the infected closed in.

Sarah breathed deeply as she lowered her bandanna. Removing her goggles, she looked over their new equipment. There were three full sets of riot gear, four helmets (including hers), and a handful of truncheons. Additionally, she now had another grenade launcher. Smiling, Sarah leaned back against the side of the armored car.

"Fucking hell," She said. "That...was awesome."

Ian laughed, sliding down next to her. Sarah leaned against him and set her shotgun against the wall.

Vincent laughed at Sarah's comment. Why he laughed he had not a clue. In the past couple days he'd been shot at by everybody and their brother and here he was, sitting in an armored car, laughing. Not having the heart to dampen the mood with any serious comments, he made a funny one instead "Those guys played way too much Fallout"

Sarah smiled at Vincent's comment.

"Or way too much Mad Max."

She laughed and grabbed a radio from her belt. Holding the button down, she spoke.

"Alison, this is Deckard. We've got the gear, be ready at the gate for when we get back."
"10-4, Deckard. Good to hear."

Sarah nodded to Vincent.

"We should be there in a bit. You can take the rest of the day off, you've helped enough."

She smiled, though the joy quickly left her face when she heard Jean. Sarah stood up, watching Jean bring one of the raiders into the truck.

"I have one! Should we take him for interrogation?"

Sarah looked the raider over. He was scared shitless. She looked back to Jean.

"Fuck em'."

With that, she sat back down, waiting for Jean to execute the man.

---

Alan crept through the brush, Paulson following close behind. The two stepped out onto the road, finding it empty once again. Alan sighed with relief.

"They must've followed us in."

Paulson stretched his back.

"Fucking christ, dude. This stuff's gonna blow out my spine or something."
"Come on. We need to tell Deckard what happened."

The two men unslung their rifles and headed back down the road to New Evanston.

[Alouite]

Jean nodded calmly and put his sunglasses on to keep the blood from getting in his eyes. He fired once into the mans head and got back in the front of the armored car. Jean twisted the key and took his sunglasses off pocketing them in his left chest pocket. He then turned out of the area and began driving. One of the raiders was waving his hands in front of the van expecting them to stop in fear of hitting someone. Jean kept driving slamming his foot on the pedal and the man splattered against the bumper and went flying up towards the right side of the car. Jean kept driving and looked in his rear view mirror to where it read KEEP THE FUCK OUT and mumbled "Vous pouvez garder votre cimetière."

[New Grestin]

// DAY 29 // 9:30 AM // NEW EVANSTON

Sarah hopped from the armored car as it arrived at the compound, nodding to Alison to close the door behind them. People milled about, doing their jobs for the day. Wandering into her building, Sarah sat down on one of the sofas. She pulled a cigarette from her pocket, lighting it and laying back against the couch. She'd just started to fall asleep when there was a knock at the door. Sighing, Sarah rose and opened it, finding Alan and Paulson. They seemed unnerved.

"Hey, what's up?"

Alan spoke quietly.

"Emma and Dawkins are dead."
"Jesus fuck. How?"
"Not sure. We think it's military."
"Goddamn it. Did you find who did it?"
"Nope. Should we, uh, tell them?"
"Not yet. Keep it on the down-low."
"Gotcha."

Alan began to walk back towards the armory, Paulson followed close behind. Sarah called out to them.

"Hey, we got some riot gear for the guards and the away teams."
"Yeah, and?"

She pulled something from her pocket and tossed it to him. Alan looked it over. It was an Evanston Police Department badge. He looked to Sarah, confused. Sarah smiled.

"Consider yourself Sheriff of the New Evanston, Alan."

Alan and Paulson shared a look of confusion as they made their way back to the armory. Paulson spoke.

"So, I guess you're a cop again."
"Yep."
"You sound incredibly excited."
"Yep."

As the men stowed their weapons, Ian walked into the armory with a duffle bag. He started organizing the equipment, as per LaForge's system. Alan spoke up.

"So, I guess I'm Sheriff now."

Ian nodded.

"Yeah. Sarah mentioned that."
"Did she give you a job?"
"Nah."

Paulson chuckled, tossing his rifle into a locker.

"Hey, man, maybe she'd give you a job if you weren't balls deep in her half the time."
"Yeah, you know what? Fuck you, Paulson."

Ian seemed unimpressed, Alan and Paulson laughed and high-fived. The two wandered from the building out into the compound.

[Vacif]

Checkpoint 29
Brass & Co.

During the overly dramatic escape from Chicago, Brass had drove into his old post, Checkpoint 27. The bodies were long gone, but the signs of the intense melee from ages ago were still very evident. When Brass had gotten out to move a few roadblocks, he heard a gun cock from behind him, and was pleasantly surprised to see not raiders, but a few friends. The reunion was cut short when they remembered the bombers, the group worked together to move the barricades. It was learned that the other group, consisting of 6 others had 2 vehicles, both of which were company issue armored pick ups. They were built tougher than their civilian counterpart, and had tinted windows, but still consumed the same amount of gas. To identify the silver Tacoma as one of their own, they spray painted the company logo onto the hood, and side doors in black. Once the road obstructions were gone, they drove down south towards Gary. Elizabeth was going to ask why, but they didn't have the time.

Day 29 9:30 AM

Now, after the bombs had dropped, they could finally rest. The group of 8 were in one of those large cement parking garages. Roger, the point man, explained how Cincinnati wasn't very hard hit. The company HQ was stationed there, and that majority of their contractors were holed up there because they were delayed by the controversy behind hiring civilian contractors. There was still an infected presence in the city, but it was significantly safer than Chicago before the bombings. The military did pull out, but not all their soldiers made it out, and left a lot of gear to. Those that were left behind aligned themselves with the company, since the fall of Cincinnati's quarantine, the two powers worked together to keep the area near their headquarters safe. There were plenty of supplies, and people were working together. After everything that went down in Chicago, it sounded too good to be true, but the group had radio contact with command, so it had to be a thing! After their break, and exchange of stories, the group got into their trucks. The two company issued trucks were in the front, and back, the silver Tacoma was in the middle, being least armored. Brass, and Elizabeth stayed in the Tacoma, while Brass's squadmates occupied the other trucks in groups of 3. They saw a helicopter fly by earlier, which put them slightly on edge. After making sure the coast was clear, they drove out of the parking garage through the remains of Checkpoint 29, and continued on their way south.

[The Olog-Hai]

"Rebecca's been doing fine, mostly just sleeping off the concussion. She has a worse concussion then me, because while I just landed on my head, something happened when the Humvee ran into her car and her head got hit really hard. Where east are we headed?"

[Wallenburg]

Lauren looked to Hugh. "Your choice." It had been Hugh who discovered the Boston broadcast, and since then he had been the only person to tell others. And he had been highly selective in who he confided in. Even most of the airport group hadn't been told, for fear they would abandon the group.

But now they were actually going. And Lamar showed no interest in breaking off. He was coming with them, and he needed to know.

"We're heading all the way to the coast. To Boston. There, the streets belong to the living."

[Cumberlanda]

Jenkins went to work on Hans shirt and ripped it to a fine line of fabric.He then wrapped the fabric around Hans arm and took his revolver.He completed the tourniquet and started shooting the helicopter.His first shot hit the plastic cockpit window.The second shot hit a propeller and the third hit a soldier in the helicopter."Shit this isnt working!"He kept shooting the helicopter hoping to destroy it.

"Damn it, not my arm, your arm! You're bleeding like a stuck pig! And you're not going to destroy the chopper unless we got an RPG! I just need to kill the pilot, they're low enough to the ground nobody can take over." He said, zeroing in just above the pilot.

"Aim small, miss small." He mumbled to himself. Those words always rang in his ears. Words his father told him, and his father told him. It was a Kohler motto, to always try to achieve high goals, so you will always find yourself hitting. When he shot his first deer. When he fixed a friend's shotgun for free. When he began making his own guns. And when he first moved into corporate HQ at Chicago, he'd always aim small. Rarely did he miss in life. Even now, revolting against the very military in which he supplied, he'd aim small.

KRAAAAKOW

And he didn't miss at all this time.

The helicopter's plastic bubble turned a sickly shade of dark red, briefly weaving out of control before smashing into a ruined dormitory. Instantly it burst into a ball of flame and cooked military and infected.

"Well, that probably caused some attention. Cade, we might need to get everything we need in this thing and push it into the lake or something." He said, looking around him at the shells he fired off. There was a couple of boxes of ammo, and a Stinger launcher in a box. "Why didn't I see that earlier?"

[Deramen]

Jenkins went to work on Hans shirt and ripped it to a fine line of fabric.He then wrapped the fabric around Hans arm and took his revolver.He completed the tourniquet and started shooting the helicopter.His first shot hit the plastic cockpit window.The second shot hit a propeller and the third hit a soldier in the helicopter."Shit this isnt working!"He kept shooting the helicopter hoping to destroy it.

"Damn it, not my arm, your arm! You're bleeding like a stuck pig! And you're not going to destroy the chopper unless we got an RPG! I just need to kill the pilot, they're low enough to the ground nobody can take over." He said, zeroing in just above the pilot.

"Aim small, miss small." He mumbled to himself. Those words always rang in his ears. Words his father told him, and his father told him. It was a Kohler motto, to always try to achieve high goals, so you will always find yourself hitting. When he shot his first deer. When he fixed a friend's shotgun for free. When he began making his own guns. And when he first moved into corporate HQ at Chicago, he'd always aim small. Rarely did he miss in life. Even now, revolting against the very military in which he supplied, he'd aim small.

KRAAAAKOW

And he didn't miss at all this time.

The helicopter's plastic bubble turned a sickly shade of dark red, briefly weaving out of control before smashing into a ruined dormitory. Instantly it burst into a ball of flame and cooked military and infected.

"Well, that probably caused some attention. Cade, we might need to get everything we need in this thing and push it into the lake or something." He said, looking around him at the shells he fired off. There was a couple of boxes of ammo, and a Stinger launcher in a box. "Why didn't I see that earlier?"

Jenkins laughed while shooting."I dont need none of that!That shits for druggies!"He fired again and missed but then the cockpit turned red and

KABAM!

The thing fell out of the sky and hit the ground turning anything on it or near it to cooked meat.Adrenaline pumped through him and he yelled."WOOO! WE DID IT!"Jenkins went for a high five,Hans didn't go for it as he was speaking to Cade.Jenkins sighed and sat down adrenaline finally dying down.

[Armeia]

Cade parked in front of the Northwestern administrative building, looking around for a hiding spot before moving the transport to between two large trees that would mostly cover it from above. Ava climbed out and smiled, happy to be back. "This is where they set up to survive," she said, walking to the door of the building and knocking three times.

After a short wait, someone opened up, a girl in typical college clothes, and had a shocked look on her face, like she'd seen a ghost. "Ava," she gasped. "We thought you were dead."

Ava laughed and decided to lighten up the mood with a joke. "Hell was full, they sent me to walk the Earth. It's good to see you too, Christie."

The college girl, Christie, waved Ava in and she motioned for the others to follow.

[Deramen]

Cade parked in front of the Northwestern administrative building, looking around for a hiding spot before moving the transport to between two large trees that would mostly cover it from above. Ava climbed out and smiled, happy to be back. "This is where they set up to survive," she said, walking to the door of the building and knocking three times.

After a short wait, someone opened up, a girl in typical college clothes, and had a shocked look on her face, like she'd seen a ghost. "Ava," she gasped. "We thought you were dead."

Ava laughed and decided to lighten up the mood with a joke. "Hell was full, they sent me to walk the Earth. It's good to see you too, Christie."

The college girl, Christie, waved Ava in and she motioned for the others to follow.

Jenkins lifted Charlotte slowly as to not hurt her.He moved her out of the transport and noticed that he was in front of a building.A sign read Keep Out! and Jenkins smirked."like they would stop us now!".He moved Charlotte toward Cade and Ava and asked for help carrying her.He saw a girl and smiled "Well Hello Lady I'm Jenkins!"The girl looked at him with fear.Jenkins laughed"I didn't hurt this girl!She was stabbed by some psycho with a shiv!"He moved closer to Cade and Ava.

[Australian Antarctica]

Vincent hopped out of the Armored truck, his ankle rolling as he landed. With a loud thump he hit the ground, a mouth full of grass. Carefully supporting himself on the truck, he stood up. His right ankle was always getting messed up, so he was used to walking with a limp. Some sideways glances were sent his way as he gimped over to the armory. Carefully he stowed his weapons in their respective places, as per LaForge's plan. Next, seeing as he had nothing else to do, he found his bunk and pulled out his copy of 1984. Within ten minutes he had the last 30 pages finished, leaving Vincent with literally nothing to do. He'd red all of the books he'd managed to scavenge, 5 in all. Holes, Guide to Military Uniforms Throughout History, Fallen Angles, Diary of a Wimpy Kid, and 1984. That got Vincent thinking. They most likely had a few more books laying around the compound, and he had worked in a Library in High School, so maybe he could start one. Quickly he stood up, wincing as he put weight on his ankle, and wandered the compound, finally finding Sarah. He relayed his idea, and waited as his new 'boss' decided.

[New Grestin]

Vincent hopped out of the Armored truck, his ankle rolling as he landed. With a loud thump he hit the ground, a mouth full of grass. Carefully supporting himself on the truck, he stood up. His right ankle was always getting messed up, so he was used to walking with a limp. Some sideways glances were sent his way as he gimped over to the armory. Carefully he stowed his weapons in their respective places, as per LaForge's plan. Next, seeing as he had nothing else to do, he found his bunk and pulled out his copy of 1984. Within ten minutes he had the last 30 pages finished, leaving Vincent with literally nothing to do. He'd red all of the books he'd managed to scavenge, 5 in all. Holes, Guide to Military Uniforms Throughout History, Fallen Angles, Diary of a Wimpy Kid, and 1984. That got Vincent thinking. They most likely had a few more books laying around the compound, and he had worked in a Library in High School, so maybe he could start one. Quickly he stood up, wincing as he put weight on his ankle, and wandered the compound, finally finding Sarah. He relayed his idea, and waited as his new 'boss' decided.

Sarah stood on the balcony, watching over the compound. She smiled, feeling the breeze go through her hair. Of course, she had to disregard the stench of sulfur that the wind carried, accented with hints of burnt human flesh. She sighed, adjusting the goggles on her head. Vincent had left the dormitories. He was limping too, which Sarah thought was odd. She watched him as he approached her building and quickly turned to meet him downstairs.

He wanted to build a library, it seemed. Sarah wasn't particularly surprised. She'd suggested something similar earlier in the day. She motioned for him to sit down and flopped onto the opposite sofa. Smiling, she spoke.

"I totally agree. If this is going to be a permanent settlement, we'll need education for when people start having children again."

Her gaze went to his leg. Vincent seemed visibly uncomfortable trying to stand.

"You alright?"

[Australian Antarctica]

Vincent hopped out of the Armored truck, his ankle rolling as he landed. With a loud thump he hit the ground, a mouth full of grass. Carefully supporting himself on the truck, he stood up. His right ankle was always getting messed up, so he was used to walking with a limp. Some sideways glances were sent his way as he gimped over to the armory. Carefully he stowed his weapons in their respective places, as per LaForge's plan. Next, seeing as he had nothing else to do, he found his bunk and pulled out his copy of 1984. Within ten minutes he had the last 30 pages finished, leaving Vincent with literally nothing to do. He'd red all of the books he'd managed to scavenge, 5 in all. Holes, Guide to Military Uniforms Throughout History, Fallen Angles, Diary of a Wimpy Kid, and 1984. That got Vincent thinking. They most likely had a few more books laying around the compound, and he had worked in a Library in High School, so maybe he could start one. Quickly he stood up, wincing as he put weight on his ankle, and wandered the compound, finally finding Sarah. He relayed his idea, and waited as his new 'boss' decided.

Sarah stood on the balcony, watching over the compound. She smiled, feeling the breeze go through her hair. Of course, she had to disregard the stench of sulfur that the wind carried, accented with hints of burnt human flesh. She sighed, adjusting the goggles on her head. Vincent had left the dormitories. He was limping too, which Sarah thought was odd. She watched him as he approached her building and quickly turned to meet him downstairs.

He wanted to build a library, it seemed. Sarah wasn't particularly surprised. She'd suggested something similar earlier in the day. She motioned for him to sit down and flopped onto the opposite sofa. Smiling, she spoke.

"I totally agree. If this is going to be a permanent settlement, we'll need education for when people start having children again."

Her gaze went to his leg. Vincent seemed visibly uncomfortable trying to stand.

"You alright?"

"Eh, fucked up my ankle back in 6th grade, still hasn't healed fully. I'll be fine. Mind if I sit?" Vincent was really starting to hurt, and was running the risk of falling.