OUTBREAK: A Survival RP (IC/ENDED)

[Tayner]

After Sarah got a group togeather in the garage, Luke entered the armory. He grabbed his AR-15, and a M1911 and it's holster. He put the pistol on his belt, and slung the rifle over his shoulder. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and walked outside. He took a cigarette out and light up. Luke saw Vincent talking with Henry and the other guy. So Luke walked over to them.

"How's it goin' gentlemen?" Luke said, and then took a drag. He turned his he'd so when he exhaled he wouldn't blow smoke in someone's face.

[Australian Antarctica]

After Sarah got a group togeather in the garage, Luke entered the armory. He grabbed his AR-15, and a M1911 and it's holster. He put the pistol on his belt, and slung the rifle over his shoulder. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and walked outside. He took a cigarette out and light up. Luke saw Vincent talking with Henry and the other guy. So Luke walked over to them.

"How's it goin' gentlemen?" Luke said, and then took a drag. He turned his he'd so she he exhaled he wouldn't blow smoke in someone's face.

Vincent was the first to respond, with the most blunt sentence imaginable "As good as can be when we are being run by a psycho bitch" he was sure to whisper as not to be overheard by any 'loyalists'.

[Tayner]

After Sarah got a group togeather in the garage, Luke entered the armory. He grabbed his AR-15, and a M1911 and it's holster. He put the pistol on his belt, and slung the rifle over his shoulder. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and walked outside. He took a cigarette out and light up. Luke saw Vincent talking with Henry and the other guy. So Luke walked over to them.

"How's it goin' gentlemen?" Luke said, and then took a drag. He turned his he'd so she he exhaled he wouldn't blow smoke in someone's face.

Vincent was the first to respond, with the most blunt sentence imaginable "As good as can be when we are being run by a psycho bitch" he was sure to whisper as not to be overheard by any 'loyalists'.

Luke chuckled and thought one word. Coup. "I'm going on a supply run, it'll give you time to get some followers. I'll bring back the toys." Luke said with a whisper. He added "First, you need some zip ties. I don't think Sarah would agree with our 'political' views. Try to recruit people who are new to the compound, they'll be more likely to join." He said. He took a long drag, breathing in what's left of the cigarette and tossed it on the ground." And for God's sake, don't do anything stupid. At least not yet."

[Australian Antarctica]

Vincent was the first to respond, with the most blunt sentence imaginable "As good as can be when we are being run by a psycho bitch" he was sure to whisper as not to be overheard by any 'loyalists'.

Luke chuckled and thought one word. Coup. "I'm going on a supply run, it'll give you time to get some followers. I'll bring back the toys." Luke said with a whisper. He added "First, you need some zip ties. I don't think Sarah would agree with our 'political' views. Try to recruit people who are new to the compound, they'll be more likely to join." He said. He took a long drag, breathing in what's left of the cigarette and tossed it on the ground." And for God's sake, don't do anything stupid. At least not yet."

"I was considering taking the Armory while you guys are gone. I've already got a few people who would be most likely willing to join. Good luck out there" Vincent responded, the gears turning in his head as he put together a plan. The dude he'd helped earlier would most certainly be on board, as well as the man Sarah had beaten earlier. A few more seemed unsettled by those events, so they would also be with them.

[Tayner]

Luke chuckled and thought one word. Coup. "I'm going on a supply run, it'll give you time to get some followers. I'll bring back the toys." Luke said with a whisper. He added "First, you need some zip ties. I don't think Sarah would agree with our 'political' views. Try to recruit people who are new to the compound, they'll be more likely to join." He said. He took a long drag, breathing in what's left of the cigarette and tossed it on the ground." And for God's sake, don't do anything stupid. At least not yet."

"I was considering taking the Armory while you guys are gone. I've already got a few people who would be most likely willing to join. Good luck out there" Vincent responded, the gears turning in his head as he put together a plan. The dude he'd helped earlier would most certainly be on board, as well as the man Sarah had beaten earlier. A few more seemed unsettled by those events, so they would also be with them.

"Alright. Well I got a supply run to attend." And with that Luke walked away. He entered the garage and said that he was ready. He waited for his instructions.

OOC: sorry this post was rushed, I got RL stuff to attend to right now.

[Beiarusia]

ASF-13 Reaper-A // Langham Hotel, Chicago

The Langham had, at one point in time, been a glorious building sitting near downtown Chicago, beautiful halls gracing all who were fortunate enough to walk its structure. Now it was merely a shell of its former elegance, consumed first by infection, and later by indiscriminate firebombing, a final solution when no others remained. A solution that had ultimately failed to cleanse the city. The damage was extensive, the superstructure twisted like a fractured skeleton of steel and concrete, and yet the building still stood, a testament to its defiance to the end that had already befallen the city. Gone was the glory, replaced now by scars that would never heal.

Grimm was quick in pace as he walked the halls, flanked on either side by heavily armed soldiers, the remainder of his unit clearing the floor of potential hostiles that may have survived the inferno. Short bursts of gunfire could be heard as infected were put down, and within minutes the sweep was complete and the next floor cleared above. Grimm allowed his men to act, his intentions focused elsewhere as a PDA guided him with somewhat relevant information, pointing the unit commander towards a specific room where their objective was last known to be. It was easy enough to find: 44th floor, room 22. The halls here were relatively untouched, though the disheveled appearance made it clear that while flames had yet to reach the upper levels panic had indeed swept through the hotel: tables overturned and pictures knocked askew, anything not bolted down unceremoniously tossed aside. The death throes of the Langham.

In the end, what occurred here did not matter much to Grimm. His objective was the only concern. He motioned to the door, his escorts moving to breach with practiced precision. One fired two slugs into the door hinges while the other drove his foot forward in a vicious kick, knocking loose the heavy wood before it finally fell with a muted crash. Weapons raised, the two quickly cleared the room, signalling when no threats were discovered. Grimm strode in, discovering the room to be, perhaps, in more disarray than the hallway before, probing eyes finding nothing of note upon a cursory glance. Undeterred, the man continued in his search, stepping over the mess as he went.

The target was in the restroom: the decaying corpse of a man with his head near blown from his shoulders, a large caliber revolver held in his flaking hand. A suitcase was handcuffed to his other arm, the company logo emblazoned against its black surface with the name Tanner imprinted in simple lettering underneath.

Grimm knelt down, feeling little pity for the man who had taken his own life. Retrieving his knife the unit commander went to work separating the suitcase from the putrefying remains, slashing through shriveled flesh and tendon in two quick slices. Suitcase in hand, Grimm returned to the main room, closing the door behind him with the heel of his boot. Having been granted the combination he quickly opened the suitcase, finding several documents inside as well as a laptop and flash drive, the latter containing data gathered from within the city. The release of the contagion had been an unfortunate occurrence, but his employers would be ill pressed to forgo the opportunity to collect data no matter the cost. Progress would be made even from the worst of tragedies.

Pocketing the small flash drive as he departed Grimm gave a curt order, a soldier firing several slugs through the laptop while the other burned the documents. Outside in the hall he contacted the remainder of his unit operating within the hotel, withdrawing them back to the trucks in preparation to move on to the next location. Changing frequencies he spoke next to the scouts he had sent ahead. “This is Grimm. Status.”

It was a moment before a reply came through. “This is B team. Large presence of infected. No romeos in sight. Holding half a klick out.”

“Understood. Do not engage until rendezvous. ETA thirty minutes.” Grimm ended the transmission, trying next to reach Akiyama. Static blared briefly before her cool voice came through. “You find our friends from Nike?”

“Negative,” she stated with inflection in her tone. “Radio chatter was picked up near Evanston. Military helicopter, possibly Green Beret. Last known contact in the vicinity of Northwestern University.”

Grimm paused at the stairwell. “You think our friends took it down?”

“That, or a stinger missile. Regardless this is the only lead to their whereabouts. Heading north now. Will contact you should we find anything.”

“Don’t do anything stupid.”

A pause. “You know me.”

“That’s why I’m afraid.”

The radio went silent after that, Grimm moving to rejoin his men at the trucks. No casualties. Not that he expected any. The highly trained men and women loaded up quickly and pushed off, making way for the next location: Midway International Airport.

[Armeia]

Fort Northwestern was indeed under attack by Ohio State students. They must have heard something about the vast amount of supplies here, and the military weapons. The Ohioans were driving a armored bus, plated with what looked like steal or cobalt, raw and unfinished. Christie and some of the others were setting up to fire on the bus, which had just parked. "We got any explosives?" asked Cade, talking to noone in particular. He ducked behind a manmade barricade and loaded his AR, looking through the glass scope at the enemies they were facing. The Ohioans were armed to the teeth, but their weapons were older and not near as good as the military grade ones that the Northwesterners had.

"Kill 'em all!" shouted an Ohioan, firing a rocket at Christie's group with a RPG-7. Boom! Christie was sent flying and hit her head on a barricade, leaving a sick looking trail of blood. "Oh no," gasped Ava, running to her best friend. "Please don't die," she said, repeating that phrase over and over as her breathing sped way up and she began hyperventilating.

Christie rolled over and spat out blood, moaning in agony. There was a large puddle of blood under her head and neck, the pool growing bigger by the second. "Goodbye Ava..." she muttered slowly, reaching to touch her friend's face one last time. While doing this, Christie silently reached for the Desert Eagle strapped to Ava's waist. "I love you," she added, brushing Ava's face with a shaky hand.

"I love you too," replied Ava, tears running down her face. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know enough about medicine to help her friend.

"Yeah... But that's not what I meant," said Christie, snatching the Desert Eagle and putting it up to her head. "Goodbye Ava."

Christie pulled the trigger and finished herself off, not wanting to die slowly and painfully. Ava just sat there clutching her M-4, sobbing hysterically as a battle went on. Cade, on the other hand, was trying his best to help hold off the attack. "HEADS UP!" shouted a college student named Cody, throwing a grenade to Cade, who lobbed it into the bus, killing the driver and the other one who was in there. He snapped from cover, riddling a couple Ohioans with bullets as they scrambled away from the bus wreck.

"Guys, they have a fucking APC!" shouted Cody, motioning for everyone to fall back. A APC painted in silver and red rolled in through a hole in the wall, someone climbing through a hatch on the top and firing a heavy machine gun. Ava ducked, and she wasn't seen, but Cade got hit in the shoulder by a shot, dropping his AR. "Ugh," he groaned, climbing inside the Northwestern controlled APC that Cody was getting into. "I'm hit, I need to get out of here."

Ava ran to the APC and dove inside, her hands still covered with Christie's blood and still sobbing hysterically. She fired off a couple cover shots as they did a one eighty and retreated, having been bested in every way by the Ohioans, who were better with military tactics then the Northwesterners. Everyone was in retreat, and it was unclear what the future of the fort would be...

[New Grestin]

// DAY 29 // 3:15 PM // NEW EVANSTON //

The truck hummed to life as the crew stepped aboard, weapons ready. Sarah slid into the passenger's seat, Alan into the driver's, Ian and Alison on the back. The left one spot for LaForge. The truck rolled out in front of the compound, engine whining as it pulled off to the side of the road and parked. The guards at the gate picked off the handful of infected drawn by the noise. Sarah eased back in the seat and looked off into the trees. Dead leaves were strewn about, accompanying the handful of dead corpses. She sighed. Alan grumbled for a moment, then spoke.

'So, uh, do you trust this guy?"

Sarah raised an eyebrow.

"...Yeah. Why?"
"I don't know. Something just feels off."

She shrugged.

"I dunno. I mean, I only met him a day or so ago. He seems alright."
"And that pudgy guy? Virgil?"
"Vincent."
"Whatever."
"He's a pain in the ass, won't listen to a goddamned thing I say. We'll need to keep an eye on him."
"No shit."

Sarah honked the horn and the convoy started off for Chicago. Once more unto the breach, Sarah thought. Sarah spoke over the radio to LaForge.

"It's gonna be a few hours until we get there. Any idea of where, exactly, we're going?"

[Australian Antarctica]

Vincent watched the crew roll out of the main gate, waving to them as they left, a seemingly friendly gesture. As the rear end of the truck finally disappeared out of sight, Vincent turned to Jean and Henry "I'm going to go get the others. You two take over the Armory, got it? Use non lethal weapons when possible. Don't want anyone to get hurt too bad" With that he walked away, straight for the guy he'd helped earlier "Hey, I need to talk to you for a second"
The man looked puzzled "About?"
"Things"
"Sarah might..." The man began.
"Sarah just left, you'll be fine" Vincent assured him
"Alright then" the man responded, still clearly hesitant.

They walked to one of the empty dorms, letting the door close behind them. Vincent was the first to speak
"My name is Vince, what's yours?"
"Eddie"
Vincent extended his hand and the man, Eddie, shook it "Nice to meet you Eddie. You happy being under Sarah?"
"Better than being dead I guess" Eddie responded, taken aback by the bluntness of the question
"What if I told you we could change that?"
"Whatever it is, I'm in" Eddie was tired of being pushed around, like he didn't matter. Sure, he was only 17, but that didn't mean he was useless.
"Good, I need you to gather others, meet us by the Armory as soon as possible"
"Deal. I've got a couple friends of mine who'll help" And with that Eddie left, another member of the Coup. This was going surprisingly well, considering everything that's been going on.

A few minutes later, Vincent was at the armory, already under the Rebel's control "Jean, Henry, thanks for the help. Each of you grab a rifle and a shotgun. Load beanbag ammo in the Shotguns. I know you don't like taking orders from me Jean, but can you deal with it for the time being?" with that, the Rebellion was truly in motion. About half an hour later, Eddie and four others arrived. Vincent gave the same orders to them. Use the Shotgun with Beanbags whenever possible, and when Sarah and her crew get back, exchange anyone who wants to go with them for LaForge and anyone who wants to stay in NE.

Now all they could do was wait. Wait to see if they would live to see the next morning.

[Cumberlanda]

Fort Northwestern was indeed under attack by Ohio State students. They must have heard something about the vast amount of supplies here, and the military weapons. The Ohioans were driving a armored bus, plated with what looked like steal or cobalt, raw and unfinished. Christie and some of the others were setting up to fire on the bus, which had just parked. "We got any explosives?" asked Cade, talking to noone in particular. He ducked behind a manmade barricade and loaded his AR, looking through the glass scope at the enemies they were facing. The Ohioans were armed to the teeth, but their weapons were older and not near as good as the military grade ones that the Northwesterners had.

"Kill 'em all!" shouted an Ohioan, firing a rocket at Christie's group with a RPG-7. Boom! Christie was sent flying and hit her head on a barricade, leaving a sick looking trail of blood. "Oh no," gasped Ava, running to her best friend. "Please don't die," she said, repeating that phrase over and over as her breathing sped way up and she began hyperventilating.

Christie rolled over and spat out blood, moaning in agony. There was a large puddle of blood under her head and neck, the pool growing bigger by the second. "Goodbye Ava..." she muttered slowly, reaching to touch her friend's face one last time. While doing this, Christie silently reached for the Desert Eagle strapped to Ava's waist. "I love you," she added, brushing Ava's face with a shaky hand.

"I love you too," replied Ava, tears running down her face. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know enough about medicine to help her friend.

"Yeah... But that's not what I meant," said Christie, snatching the Desert Eagle and putting it up to her head. "Goodbye Ava."

Christie pulled the trigger and finished herself off, not wanting to die slowly and painfully. Ava just sat there clutching her M-4, sobbing hysterically as a battle went on. Cade, on the other hand, was trying his best to help hold off the attack. "HEADS UP!" shouted a college student named Cody, throwing a grenade to Cade, who lobbed it into the bus, killing the driver and the other one who was in there. He snapped from cover, riddling a couple Ohioans with bullets as they scrambled away from the bus wreck.

"Guys, they have a fucking APC!" shouted Cody, motioning for everyone to fall back. A APC painted in silver and red rolled in through a hole in the wall, someone climbing through a hatch on the top and firing a heavy machine gun. Ava ducked, and she wasn't seen, but Cade got hit in the shoulder by a shot, dropping his AR. "Ugh," he groaned, climbing inside the Northwestern controlled APC that Cody was getting into. "I'm hit, I need to get out of here."

Ava ran to the APC and dove inside, her hands still covered with Christie's blood and still sobbing hysterically. She fired off a couple cover shots as they did a one eighty and retreated, having been bested in every way by the Ohioans, who were better with military tactics then the Northwesterners. Everyone was in retreat, and it was unclear what the future of the fort would be...

"Shit shit SHIT! Why? I graduated college YEARS ago!" he shouted, not noticing Charlotte's brief moment of consciousness. He fired off a couple of rounds and grabbed the Stinger, firing that at the APC before picking up Charlotte and slinging her on his shoulder. He ran, only to eat the dust of the now-leaving Northwestern students.

"Gah! The little snotty shits!" he shouted, turning left down an old road. He came across a small car and checked the door, to find it, surprisingly, unlocked. He placed her in the passenger's seat and shoved a knife into the ignition, turning it over.

"Shit, I'm out of here" he remarked as he sped off to the northwest, aiming to go north and around of the ruined city. Charlotte would just have to tag along for a while. God, this is awkward.

[Partially Blind People]

Henry narrowed his eyes as Vincent told him to grab a rifle. He never suggested a coup, though he appeared to have been caught up in one. He retrieved a rifle, loading it with live ammo rather than any non-lethals.

Glancing around it reminded him of his days in the military, albeit brief. He'd had little combat experience though his work for the Royal Signals Corps and later a brief stint with an MI6 team gave him some experience out in the field. They had been deployed to Iraq, attached to a Gurkha battalion, and tasked with maintaining communications across the warzone. He'd seen some things, some things he'd repressed until the painful reality of the apocalypse brought them racing back alongside some fresh ones. That was the reason Henry had quit. He paid off his commission and left to study in America. Never looking back, until now.

[Tayner]

// DAY 29 // 3:15 PM // NEW EVANSTON //

The truck hummed to life as the crew stepped aboard, weapons ready. Sarah slid into the passenger's seat, Alan into the driver's, Ian and Alison on the back. The left one spot for LaForge. The truck rolled out in front of the compound, engine whining as it pulled off to the side of the road and parked. The guards at the gate picked off the handful of infected drawn by the noise. Sarah eased back in the seat and looked off into the trees. Dead leaves were strewn about, accompanying the handful of dead corpses. She sighed. Alan grumbled for a moment, then spoke.

'So, uh, do you trust this guy?"

Sarah raised an eyebrow.

"...Yeah. Why?"
"I don't know. Something just feels off."

She shrugged.

"I dunno. I mean, I only met him a day or so ago. He seems alright."
"And that pudgy guy? Virgil?"
"Vincent."
"Whatever."
"He's a pain in the ass, won't listen to a goddamned thing I say. We'll need to keep an eye on him."
"No shit."

Sarah honked the horn and the convoy started off for Chicago. Once more unto the breach, Sarah thought. Sarah spoke over the radio to LaForge.

"It's gonna be a few hours until we get there. Any idea of where, exactly, we're going?"

" Midway International Airport." Luke said. "Once we get there, we grab my truck, maybe another vehicle that runs, and head back to base. Should be simple, in and out." Luke said over the radio. He looked at the sky and saw the smoke rising over the burning ruins of Chicago. Midway should've been outside the blast radius.

Day Twelve

Luke was holed up in some apartment complex when he heard it.

"Help" a scream echoed from the other side of the building. Luke grabbed his rifle and rushed to the source. A barricaded door with the number 369 on it. Luke waited and then another scream for help cried through the door. Luke kicked the door with all his might, but the barricades held. He kicked harder the next time, and the door fell off it's hinges.

It was a horrigic scene. Blood was smeared across the walls, stained into the carpet, splattered on the furniture. In the middle of the kitchen was a woman in a pool of blood, with her guts ripped out. A zombie lunged onto Luke from behind. Luke grabbed it before it had the chance to bite him, and threw him over a counter into a living room. He pulled out his knife and jumped over the counter and impaled the zombie in the jaw, killing it.

Luke turned around and looked at the standing corpse that had just woke up. He grabbed his rifle, placed it in its forehead, and squeezed the trigger. Blood exploded out the back of the woman's skull onto the wall. Luke looted the apartment finding some spam and left. He then returned to his apartment that he was in earlier, found a rag, and cleaned himself off. He closed the door and locked it and went into the bedroom and tried to sleep, but was greeted with nightmares. After an hour, he went into the living room and sat down and aimed his rifle at the door.

[Deramen]

Fort Northwestern was indeed under attack by Ohio State students. They must have heard something about the vast amount of supplies here, and the military weapons. The Ohioans were driving a armored bus, plated with what looked like steal or cobalt, raw and unfinished. Christie and some of the others were setting up to fire on the bus, which had just parked. "We got any explosives?" asked Cade, talking to noone in particular. He ducked behind a manmade barricade and loaded his AR, looking through the glass scope at the enemies they were facing. The Ohioans were armed to the teeth, but their weapons were older and not near as good as the military grade ones that the Northwesterners had.

"Kill 'em all!" shouted an Ohioan, firing a rocket at Christie's group with a RPG-7. Boom! Christie was sent flying and hit her head on a barricade, leaving a sick looking trail of blood. "Oh no," gasped Ava, running to her best friend. "Please don't die," she said, repeating that phrase over and over as her breathing sped way up and she began hyperventilating.

Christie rolled over and spat out blood, moaning in agony. There was a large puddle of blood under her head and neck, the pool growing bigger by the second. "Goodbye Ava..." she muttered slowly, reaching to touch her friend's face one last time. While doing this, Christie silently reached for the Desert Eagle strapped to Ava's waist. "I love you," she added, brushing Ava's face with a shaky hand.

"I love you too," replied Ava, tears running down her face. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know enough about medicine to help her friend.

"Yeah... But that's not what I meant," said Christie, snatching the Desert Eagle and putting it up to her head. "Goodbye Ava."

Christie pulled the trigger and finished herself off, not wanting to die slowly and painfully. Ava just sat there clutching her M-4, sobbing hysterically as a battle went on. Cade, on the other hand, was trying his best to help hold off the attack. "HEADS UP!" shouted a college student named Cody, throwing a grenade to Cade, who lobbed it into the bus, killing the driver and the other one who was in there. He snapped from cover, riddling a couple Ohioans with bullets as they scrambled away from the bus wreck.

"Guys, they have a fucking APC!" shouted Cody, motioning for everyone to fall back. A APC painted in silver and red rolled in through a hole in the wall, someone climbing through a hatch on the top and firing a heavy machine gun. Ava ducked, and she wasn't seen, but Cade got hit in the shoulder by a shot, dropping his AR. "Ugh," he groaned, climbing inside the Northwestern controlled APC that Cody was getting into. "I'm hit, I need to get out of here."

Ava ran to the APC and dove inside, her hands still covered with Christie's blood and still sobbing hysterically. She fired off a couple cover shots as they did a one eighty and retreated, having been bested in every way by the Ohioans, who were better with military tactics then the Northwesterners. Everyone was in retreat, and it was unclear what the future of the fort would be...

Jenkins was resting until a Boom woke him up."The Fuck?"He noticed the shooting and shit so he got to his feet.He took out Hans revolver and loaded it.He ran To Cade And started firing until they started retreating.Jenkins coughed "Shit that was something"He coughed again,A lot actually.He coughed and fell to the ground and started seizuring.it kept going until he stoped.He started to get up coughing."Fuck you guys im out!".He ran out and to a car and broke the window with a rock near nearby.He got in and he wired it.He started driving away from the crowd laughing evilly.

[New Grestin]

// DAY 29 // 3:45 PM // 17 Miles outside Chicago

Sarah leaned against the window, resting her head. Her whole body ached. She hadn't slept well last night, and now she was stuck running into the city formerly known as Chicago. She giggled quietly at her own joke. As she watched the road roll by, her mind shifted back, recalling times past.

---

DAY 18

Blood sprayed across the apartment. Light crept in through the boarded windows. The man, Alex, sat on the couch. Sarah stood over him, a gun in her hand. Tears streamed down her face, combining with the blood and dirt that covered most of her body. The man's head blossomed open like a flower, gray matter and viscera splashed across the upholstery. She had to do it. She had to.

They'd left to find food, but Alex was bitten. She worked over him for hours, trying to prevent the infection from spreading. In the end, he begged her for death, and she relieved him. Sarah collapsed against the door and wept, his last words resounding in her mind.

"I love you."

---

Sarah awoke, rubbing her eyes. They were just about in Chicago again. She looked out into the trees, catching a glimpse of the Church as they drove. They'd be in the city soon. The truck pulled over and Alan swapped out with Ian. He smiled at her, warmly, as he jumped into the truck. She scooted over and laid against him as they drove. Even after everything, there was still something decent left in the world

---

Paulson sighed, thumbing over the hard drives. He didn't know what to think anymore. First the whole world loses it's mind, now the army and some Big Pharma company are conspiring against us. Fuck, he thought. This sucks. A loud clattering outside drew his attention. He grabbed his mug of tea and peeked outside. People were running around the armory grabbing guns. His eyes went wide as he watched Vincent seemingly directing them. Paulson ran back to his desk, stuffing the laptop and the hard-drive into his bag. Panicking, he reached into the bag and grabbed a flare gun. It wasn't much, but at least it was something.

Breathing heavily, he stood near the entrance of the med-tent and waited. God, I hope Sarah has a plan for this.

[Charlia]

Fort Northwestern was indeed under attack by Ohio State students. They must have heard something about the vast amount of supplies here, and the military weapons. The Ohioans were driving a armored bus, plated with what looked like steal or cobalt, raw and unfinished. Christie and some of the others were setting up to fire on the bus, which had just parked. "We got any explosives?" asked Cade, talking to noone in particular. He ducked behind a manmade barricade and loaded his AR, looking through the glass scope at the enemies they were facing. The Ohioans were armed to the teeth, but their weapons were older and not near as good as the military grade ones that the Northwesterners had.

"Kill 'em all!" shouted an Ohioan, firing a rocket at Christie's group with a RPG-7. Boom! Christie was sent flying and hit her head on a barricade, leaving a sick looking trail of blood. "Oh no," gasped Ava, running to her best friend. "Please don't die," she said, repeating that phrase over and over as her breathing sped way up and she began hyperventilating.

Christie rolled over and spat out blood, moaning in agony. There was a large puddle of blood under her head and neck, the pool growing bigger by the second. "Goodbye Ava..." she muttered slowly, reaching to touch her friend's face one last time. While doing this, Christie silently reached for the Desert Eagle strapped to Ava's waist. "I love you," she added, brushing Ava's face with a shaky hand.

"I love you too," replied Ava, tears running down her face. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know enough about medicine to help her friend.

"Yeah... But that's not what I meant," said Christie, snatching the Desert Eagle and putting it up to her head. "Goodbye Ava."

Christie pulled the trigger and finished herself off, not wanting to die slowly and painfully. Ava just sat there clutching her M-4, sobbing hysterically as a battle went on. Cade, on the other hand, was trying his best to help hold off the attack. "HEADS UP!" shouted a college student named Cody, throwing a grenade to Cade, who lobbed it into the bus, killing the driver and the other one who was in there. He snapped from cover, riddling a couple Ohioans with bullets as they scrambled away from the bus wreck.

"Guys, they have a fucking APC!" shouted Cody, motioning for everyone to fall back. A APC painted in silver and red rolled in through a hole in the wall, someone climbing through a hatch on the top and firing a heavy machine gun. Ava ducked, and she wasn't seen, but Cade got hit in the shoulder by a shot, dropping his AR. "Ugh," he groaned, climbing inside the Northwestern controlled APC that Cody was getting into. "I'm hit, I need to get out of here."

Ava ran to the APC and dove inside, her hands still covered with Christie's blood and still sobbing hysterically. She fired off a couple cover shots as they did a one eighty and retreated, having been bested in every way by the Ohioans, who were better with military tactics then the Northwesterners. Everyone was in retreat, and it was unclear what the future of the fort would be...

"Shit shit SHIT! Why? I graduated college YEARS ago!" he shouted, not noticing Charlotte's brief moment of consciousness. He fired off a couple of rounds and grabbed the Stinger, firing that at the APC before picking up Charlotte and slinging her on his shoulder. He ran, only to eat the dust of the now-leaving Northwestern students.

"Gah! The little snotty shits!" he shouted, turning left down an old road. He came across a small car and checked the door, to find it, surprisingly, unlocked. He placed her in the passenger's seat and shoved a knife into the ignition, turning it over.

"Shit, I'm out of here" he remarked as he sped off to the northwest, aiming to go north and around of the ruined city. Charlotte would just have to tag along for a while. God, this is awkward.

Charlotte blinked as the gunfire woke her yet again. "Ugh... hurts..." The infection was beginning to subside, thankfully. She blinked again. "What the heck just happened? Where are we going? Where's everyone else?" She calmed down. "What can I do to help?"

[Australian Antarctica]

Vincent looked at the people assembled before him. Aside from himself, Jean, Eddie, and Henry, they had 5 others now, all willing to join the rebellion. That meant they had ten people, more than enough to take over the compound. He began barking out orders "You two, secure the first dorm. You two, the second. Jean and Henry? You two will be my Lieutenants, keep the Armory under our control. Thanks ahead of time" finally he turned to Eddie "Anyone we have to watch out for?"
"The doctor might be trouble. He's pretty devoted to Sarah" Eddie responded as a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face.
"Then let's pay the nice doctor a visit shall we?" Vincent responded, turning toward the Medical tent. It was only a minute later when Vincent entered the small tent, nodding towards Eddie to keep a watch. He held his rifle, the Mk. 14, at the ready, pointed at the doctor's chest "You gonna cause trouble doc?"

[New Grestin]

Vincent looked at the people assembled before him. Aside from himself, Jean, Eddie, and Henry, they had 5 others now, all willing to join the rebellion. That meant they had ten people, more than enough to take over the compound. He began barking out orders "You two, secure the first dorm. You two, the second. Jean and Henry? You two will be my Lieutenants, keep the Armory under our control. Thanks ahead of time" finally he turned to Eddie "Anyone we have to watch out for?"
"The doctor might be trouble. He's pretty devoted to Sarah" Eddie responded as a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face.
"Then let's pay the nice doctor a visit shall we?" Vincent responded, turning toward the Medical tent. It was only a minute later when Vincent entered the small tent, nodding towards Eddie to keep a watch. He held his rifle, the Mk. 14, at the ready, pointed at the doctor's chest "You gonna cause trouble doc?"

Paulson froze as Vincent stepped inside, a rifle pointed at him. He gulped and held his backpack close, flaregun hidden behind his back. His voice trembled as he spoke.

"Just keep the fuck away from me, dude. I don't want any trouble."

[Australian Antarctica]

Vincent looked at the people assembled before him. Aside from himself, Jean, Eddie, and Henry, they had 5 others now, all willing to join the rebellion. That meant they had ten people, more than enough to take over the compound. He began barking out orders "You two, secure the first dorm. You two, the second. Jean and Henry? You two will be my Lieutenants, keep the Armory under our control. Thanks ahead of time" finally he turned to Eddie "Anyone we have to watch out for?"
"The doctor might be trouble. He's pretty devoted to Sarah" Eddie responded as a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face.
"Then let's pay the nice doctor a visit shall we?" Vincent responded, turning toward the Medical tent. It was only a minute later when Vincent entered the small tent, nodding towards Eddie to keep a watch. He held his rifle, the Mk. 14, at the ready, pointed at the doctor's chest "You gonna cause trouble doc?"

Paulson froze as Vincent stepped inside, a rifle pointed at him. He gulped and held his backpack close, flaregun hidden behind his back. His voice trembled as he spoke.

"Just keep the fuck away from me, dude. I don't want any trouble."

"Same here" Vincent said, still not enjoying the feeling of people fearing him "Just stand up, and come outside. I don't want to hurt you. Please"

[New Grestin]

"Same here" Vincent said, still not enjoying the feeling of people fearing him "Just stand up, and come outside. I don't want to hurt you. Please"

Paulson tossed the flare-gun aside. Clutching his bag to his chest, he walked towards Vincent. Shaking, he spoke.

"F-Fine."

As he walked out into the courtyard, Paulson turned to Vincent, unsure of what to think.

"What's this about? Supplies? Power?"

He paused for a moment, then shot Vincent a disgusted look. His hands dug into the bag.

"Whatever it is, you can count me the fuck out."

[Cumberlanda]

Charlotte blinked as the gunfire woke her yet again. "Ugh... hurts..." The infection was beginning to subside, thankfully. She blinked again. "What the heck just happened? Where are we going? Where's everyone else?" She calmed down. "What can I do to help?"

"Nice to see you awake for more than ten seconds. And not in too much pain, I suppose. In short, the safehouse we were in, where we were coalescing, well, Ohio State hit it. Everyone had to retreat. I'm trying to follow them, but the debris is quite a scare." He said, driving around the decomposed bodies of Chicago. "You feeling any better? I suppose if it wasn't for that medical raid, we wouldn't be speaking." He said, scratching his arm, wincing when he accidentally touched his gunshot wound. "Probably a good thing we succeeded too" he mumbles, rubbing some of the tube onto his shoulder, one of the only bits of supplies he saved from Northwestern. "Well, I was wondering. You want to continue with these guys? They seem alright, but everywhere we go with them, we end up getting hit by some horrible threat. Starting to think they're bad luck."

[Australian Antarctica]

Paulson tossed the flare-gun aside. Clutching his bag to his chest, he walked towards Vincent. Shaking, he spoke.

"F-Fine."

As he walked out into the courtyard, Paulson turned to Vincent, unsure of what to think.

"What's this about? Supplies? Power?"

He paused for a moment, then shot Vincent a disgusted look. His hands dug into the bag.

"Whatever it is, you can count me the fuck out."

"Nether. This is about freedom. Sarah saved my life, our lives, but life here is not worth living. Being beaten for stealing a little food? Threatening anyone who gets in our way? This country was not formed on those principals. I hope you remember that when deciding" Vincent followed the man outside, nodding for Eddie to hold position.

[New Grestin]

Paulson tossed the flare-gun aside. Clutching his bag to his chest, he walked towards Vincent. Shaking, he spoke.

"F-Fine."

As he walked out into the courtyard, Paulson turned to Vincent, unsure of what to think.

"What's this about? Supplies? Power?"

He paused for a moment, then shot Vincent a disgusted look. His hands dug into the bag.

"Whatever it is, you can count me the fuck out."

"Nether. This is about freedom. Sarah saved my life, our lives, but life here is not worth living. Being beaten for stealing a little food? Threatening anyone who gets in our way? This country was not formed on those principals. I hope you remember that when deciding" Vincent followed the man outside, nodding for Eddie to hold position.

Paulson burst out laughing. He couldn't believe the sheer lunacy of what was happening.

"Holy shit, you're a regular Che Guevara, aren't you?"

He shook his head, still laughing. Here we are, he thought. At the end of the world and this asshole is trying to start a second revolution. Fucking idiots. He sighed, then turned to VIncent.

"You're gonna kill her, aren't you? You're gonna need to kill Ian too. Those two..."

He trailed off, depressed. The magnitude of what was happpening finally began to weigh on him. If he didn't die at the hands of these people, they were most certainly going to throw him out. There was no way he was joining some misguided revolution. Hank watched them from the gate, having already surrendered. Paulson shook his head. Of course the preacher was with them.

[Australian Antarctica]

"Nether. This is about freedom. Sarah saved my life, our lives, but life here is not worth living. Being beaten for stealing a little food? Threatening anyone who gets in our way? This country was not formed on those principals. I hope you remember that when deciding" Vincent followed the man outside, nodding for Eddie to hold position.

Paulson burst out laughing. He couldn't believe the sheer lunacy of what was happening.

"Holy shit, you're a regular Che Guevara, aren't you?"

He shook his head, still laughing. Here we are, he thought. At the end of the world and this asshole is trying to start a second revolution. Fucking idiots. He sighed, then turned to VIncent.

"You're gonna kill her, aren't you? You're gonna need to kill Ian too. Those two..."

He trailed off, depressed. The magnitude of what was happpening finally began to weigh on him. If he didn't die at the hands of these people, they were most certainly going to throw him out. There was no way he was joining some misguided revolution. Hank watched them from the gate, having already surrendered. Paulson shook his head. Of course the preacher was with them.

The Doctor's laughter hit Vincent hard. All his life he'd been a laughing stock. All his life no one gave a shit. His one chance to make a difference and he'd fuckin' blown it. He started to hyperventilate, forcing him to take a seat. Everything is going wrong! Vincent thought, his anxiety attack taking hold of him That damned doctor. Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all. He wants to go with them than Fuck him. Regaining his composure after a few moments, he stood up and walked back over to Paulson "I'm not going to kill her, or any of you for that matter, because I'm better than you, better than them!" he said, motioning to a small group of infected outside the gate, which were quickly put down by one of the Rebels "Unlike you, I have morals. Sure we need to survive, but what is the point if we loose what little humanity we have?"

[Charlia]

Charlotte blinked as the gunfire woke her yet again. "Ugh... hurts..." The infection was beginning to subside, thankfully. She blinked again. "What the heck just happened? Where are we going? Where's everyone else?" She calmed down. "What can I do to help?"

"Nice to see you awake for more than ten seconds. And not in too much pain, I suppose. In short, the safehouse we were in, where we were coalescing, well, Ohio State hit it. Everyone had to retreat. I'm trying to follow them, but the debris is quite a scare." He said, driving around the decomposed bodies of Chicago. "You feeling any better? I suppose if it wasn't for that medical raid, we wouldn't be speaking." He said, scratching his arm, wincing when he accidentally touched his gunshot wound. "Probably a good thing we succeeded too" he mumbles, rubbing some of the tube onto his shoulder, one of the only bits of supplies he saved from Northwestern. "Well, I was wondering. You want to continue with these guys? They seem alright, but everywhere we go with them, we end up getting hit by some horrible threat. Starting to think they're bad luck."

"We might be better off finding another group. I think... I think there's one in New Evanston..." She blinked, feeling dizzy for a moment, then tilted her head. "Thank you, by the way. The stab wound feels a lot better--what did you do?"

[New Grestin]

Paulson burst out laughing. He couldn't believe the sheer lunacy of what was happening.

"Holy shit, you're a regular Che Guevara, aren't you?"

He shook his head, still laughing. Here we are, he thought. At the end of the world and this asshole is trying to start a second revolution. Fucking idiots. He sighed, then turned to VIncent.

"You're gonna kill her, aren't you? You're gonna need to kill Ian too. Those two..."

He trailed off, depressed. The magnitude of what was happpening finally began to weigh on him. If he didn't die at the hands of these people, they were most certainly going to throw him out. There was no way he was joining some misguided revolution. Hank watched them from the gate, having already surrendered. Paulson shook his head. Of course the preacher was with them.

The Doctor's laughter hit Vincent hard. All his life he'd been a laughing stock. All his life no one gave a shit. His one chance to make a difference and he'd fuckin' blown it. He started to hyperventilate, forcing him to take a seat. Everything is going wrong! Vincent thought, his anxiety attack taking hold of him That damned doctor. Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all. He wants to go with them than Fuck him. Regaining his composure after a few moments, he stood up and walked back over to Paulson "I'm not going to kill her, or any of you for that matter, because I'm better than you, better than them!" he said, motioning to a small group of infected outside the gate, which were quickly put down by one of the Rebels "Unlike you, I have morals. Sure we need to survive, but what is the point if we loose what little humanity we have?"

Paulson watched the man quizzically, though he quickly clued in. Anxiety attack. A fucking anxiety attack. Paulson dropped his head and sighed. Vincent ranted about morals and survival, Paulson simply shook his head. He looked to Vincent.

"Christ, dude. You just don't fucking get it, do you? We don't get to have morals anymore! Everyone is fucking dead! Don't you fucking understand!?"

Paulson fell to his knees, still holding the bag.

"Morals? Humanity? All that shit went out the window the moment those bombs went off! You're just fucking angry you don't have the balls to do what she does!"

He breathed heavily for a moment, then sat, shaking his head. He muttered, angrily.

"Fuck, man. Fuck. We're all gonna fucking die."