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Thread: Not Dead Yet - In Character Role Play

2020, August The summer had been a blast, literally. Gorged, rotting bodies had swelled up and spilled putrid guts onto the ground, fouling the air in the cities with the stink of decay and disease. Dogs and scavenger birds were growing stronger in the cities and the countryside, learning to discern the difference between a walker and dinner. Outside the city of Lexington, Kentucky a small hoard of Walkers had begun to move westward, flushing out everything in front of them. There were perhaps a thousand bodies moving in a mindless flock. Nonetheless the hoard moved together, as if driven by some invisible herder. This was forcing any people who were still alive and could move to migrate fast and hard as they tried to predict which way the hoard was drifting. Small groups of people banded together and then broke apart. Sometimes they found that traveling together was mutually beneficial, but oftentimes the company of other survivors was more dangerous than the Walkers. Somewhere between Lexington and Danville a small group of Walkers herded several humans to a shore along Herrington Lake, and they were faced with the choice of either fighting off the twenty or so Walkers together to survive or to jump into the swift water and take their chances on the current. It wasn't a bad choice, overall, but they didn't know each other and they were trapped. Out in the water about a quarter mile from the shore was a small boat that was half submerged, but it could offer them a refuge if they could swim that far. The only question left for them was what to do. The water or the Walkers?
Thread: Not Dead Yet - In Character Role Play

Naomi didn't remember when it happened and how things got this bad but she was way past remembering. Blood was surging through her body and to her head, she could hear her heartbeat thumping unnervingly in her ear. She had managed to stab her knife into a couple of walkers' head that had gone stray from the group, circling and flanking the survivors. Blood was smeared to her fully zipped track jacket now, blots of dark red against light grey surface. Her light and flimsy sport shorts allowed her to move fast, running ahead of the other survivors towards the opposite direction. Her sneakers adding another ease. As she neared the edge of the river, she quickly scanned possible ways for escape but found none. To the sides, walkers were enclosing in on the area. Shambling towards whatever patch of land that stand between them and death. She could run, finding gaps between the walkers to squirm her way in but her legs were already giving up. She took a moment to catch her breath, it was then when she noticed two men had caught up on her, one older and one younger around her age. The middle aged man had a gruff and rugged face, indicating a man with experience. Experience on how to survive and hold one's own in this god forsaken world. Experience much more than her if compared. The type of man that could increase her lifespan drastically. Much similar to the first, the second man also carried a gun. He wore a bulletproof vest and has an eye-patch covering one of his eye. She liked the chances less with this guy if compared to the older one. That bulletproof vest only meant protection against other survivors and is much less use against walkers. It would only slow him down and ultimately, her. Though he seemed he knew a thing or two to use that gun of his. Nevertheless, they weren't out of the clear and the walkers were already close enough for her comfort. Time was short and starting a discussion with both men would only meant their death. Her eyes darted towards the river and to the half-submerged ship not far from the edge of the river. That would be her way out, if the zombies can't swim of course but now's no time to brainstorm whether the zombies can swim. She quickly unzipped her light grey track jacket, revealing a white sports bra inside. Not a moment too long, she tossed her jacket aside and slushed into the river and swam towards the ship. Her backpack felt heavy wading through the water.
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To Logan it seemed only yesterday since he had been training in BUDS to become a Seal. He made it near the end of the course but then everyone was called to active duty. The military had no clue what they were facing until it was too late. After the chain of command had fallen, some soldiers tried to band together, Logan was one of the few that knew to break off. He learned long ago that sound attracted them as much as smell. Reaching a clearing with knife in hand, he brushed his sweat soaked hair from his eyes. His boots found easy footing here in the damp soil, but his duster coat however had a few tears and blood stains against the black cloth. There were a few other men here and a woman, young. And attractive. He shook his head. Really now is not the time he thought. A few walkers stumbled forward and he actually smiled. This was the only time he felt calm without the scotch. Circling to the left of the Walker he reversed his grip to a back hand on the knife and buried it in the skull of the dead. There was a sort of grunt as it fell. His foot caught the chest of the walker. He made sure to kick heel first. A few walkers were so rotten that your leg would actually go through them. Not a good spot to be in. This one still had a little meat and it stumbled back far enough for him to remove his knife and thrust it forward into the others skull between the eyes. Still too many. Catching his breath as he retreated a bit he spotted a boat in the walker. Logan knew he could make it, his training prepared him for many water excursions and learning to swim with a current was one of them. The issue wasn't getting to the boat, but what to do after. If there were any rations on it they'd be old or slim at best. Then there was getting back to land. If they didn't finish the walkers, would they leave or wait them out?
Thread: Not Dead Yet - In Character Role Play

The undead threat swelled, cutting Naomi and Logan off visually from the man with the eye patch. Logan's fighting skills pushed back some of the immediate threat, giving him a chance to catch his breath as the sound of the woman entering the water reached him. She seemed to have chosen to flee rather than fight perhaps a good idea considering she didn't look like she had any weapons. The sound of someone's voice coming through the shrubs and trees about fifteen feet away from Logan could be heard. At first it was undecipherable, but soon the words became more distinct. Oh God oh God... Daddy come on, please! You can do this! The voice wasn't a child's, nor did it sound overly mature, but the accompanying sound of a man panting and struggling as they broke through brush and branch were full of desperation. A moment later two people came into sight, one a man who seemed in decent shape and was maybe in his middle fifties , and a woman, perhaps in her late twenties , who seemed focused on keeping her father alive. His scruff beard had snagged some leaves in their frantic flight away from the threat, and his hat barely stayed on his sunburned head. His daughter caught a glimpse of Logan and for a moment her breath caught, thinking that he was a Walker too close to them, but she was audibly relieved when she saw he still breathed. Her eyes went from Logan to the Walkers, to the river where Naomi was swimming towards the downed ship, and then back to Logan. There are more. A lot more, she panted, then looked at her father. We gotta swim Daddy. We can make it. Her father was having a hard time with his exhaustion but he began to peel off his pack and nod his head. His daughter did the same, her left arm strung through the pack and her bow, the other helping her father as they slushed through the water, desperately putting distance between themselves and the things that wanted to eat them. Damn zombies, the father muttered, his glasses getting splashed by the water. If I never see another brain-sucker again in my life it'll be too soon. Just swim, Daddy. Soon they were out in the current, halfway between the ship and the shore. Ahead of them Naomi had safely reached the ship and for the moment it was quiet and appeared empty. The slant of the deck made an easy place for anyone to climb up on the vessel. Behind them on the shore most of the newly arrived Walkers were stopped by the water, pacing back and forth as if it was a barrier, but a few of them did venture in and walked, despite the rising water, until their heads disappeared beneath the current.
Thread: Not Dead Yet - In Character Role Play

It shouldn't have been an easy swim but Naomi was glad she only packed necessities in her backpack that were light enough for quick travel. She also didn't count on her athleticism to be of much help in a time like this. It seemed all the cardio training she had on the muay thai gym paid off. They allowed her to swim with ease even with the extra weight of her water-clogged backpack dragging her back. Halfway to the ship, she turned and assess the situation behind her, water speckled her eyes limiting her vision. She could made out three figures near the edge of the river and was quite surprised nobody had followed after her. Swimming across seemed to be the only option to do. She shouted on top of her lungs, Hey! Over here! People could be the most dangerous element in this outbreak but having a few bodies by your side could drastically improve chances of survival. She had managed to climb up the ship, her limbs felt heavy and her entire body soaked through. She cursed as she opened her red backpack and saw her linens soaked through, bandages, a couple towels and spare clothing. Luckily all the food she had packed were canned foods and she hoped earnestly that the water didn't do nothing to spoil them. She turned to her surroundings and fumbled through her right pocket. Ah! Fuck! Her butterfly knife was gone. Probably lost on the way as she swam across. Nevertheless, she readied her awareness in case she was not alone in the ship, occasionally throwing a glance towards the party who was on the edge of the river.
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His boot sunk into the water as he retreated. The dead were still a little ways away. Enough time to continue breathing. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he wondered if following was the right choice. This wouldn't be his first group. In fact it would be his third. The first group hadn't made it. The second had tried to kill him. Why should he trust a third? Turning, something shimmered in his eye and he reached down to pick it up. A knife, butterfly by the style. Not the best for fighting but whatever worked. He pocketed it. Sighing he figured it would be about the same among other survivors, but at least he would get some rest. He sheathed his knife. Turning his back to the approaching hoard he dove into the fresh water. The water washed off days of grit and dirt. Probably helped with the smell too. Fighting the current he relaxed and actually enjoyed the swim. Soon his hand touched the cool metal of the wreckage and he was able to climb up. Tossing his hair back he surveyed who was on board. Taking out the knife he found he rested it on a small barrel. Someone left this behind, it won't do me much good. with that he walked into what was left of the interior and stood in the dark alone gathering his breath and his thoughts.
Thread: Not Dead Yet - In Character Role Play

The rugged middle-aged man was the first to climb on top of the ship's deck. River water had washed the dirt and grime off the man's face as if making him anew. The rapid beating and surge of blood had subsided leaving her more aware to her current situation. It was when the man had clambered up had Naomi realized she had left a quite bit of the good flesh of her body exposed to naked eyes. Her entire body was soaked through, trails of river water specked her upper body covered only by a white sports bra, leaving quite little to the imagination. It trailed down her waist and limbs, etched beautifully by the hours she had spent in the gym. Her frame soft-looking but curvy like an hour glass, cyan-colored sport shorts showed much of her tight and good-looking legs. If one had hawk eyes, one could even grab a glimpse of her proud nipples jutting against the cold stiff air. Naomi had covered her breasts instinctively as if she realized that. She admitted she wasn't dressed for the occasion. Picking up the right fashion for the apocalypse was not in anyone's forefront priority. For what it's worth, what little clothing she had on allowed her to be more nimble and faster. Thanks.. it was mine. She said that as she took her knife on the barrel, one arm still covering her breasts. She wished for a spare clothing right now but they had all been soaked by the excursion through the river, at least some kind of coat or jacket would do. Up close, the man's face was grim. A face that had went through hard trials and survived to tell the tale. Aside from his rough outlook, he looked like a good man. At least she hoped he was.
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Run! Don't stop running! was all Sai could think as she ran on and on. What had happened? Why had it happen? Not like life was a basket of roses lately though. All Sai knew was she was alone and that she was in danger if any of those dead things got to near her. Pausing after another five minutes of running she looked around to try and get hear bearings. Judging by the houses she has to be towards the edge of the city now, she also could tell she was down wind of anything with a sense of smell. Sai knew she had to find water soon and maybe another store to rob. Her hand clench the kitchen knife she has stolen from someone's empty house. Lucky for her she had gone some time without having to fight or run from any of those things. Deciding to head for the water front Sai went on. She has seen a map in town on an old billboard that showed water. Only problem was finding it. That was why she was trying to find the end of town or at least the outskirts. From there she would have better luck finding it. Using her size to her advantage she stayed to more narrow paths so a large group of the dead could not get the jump on her. Remembering some of the tricks her brothers had taught her Sai tried to remain as quiet as she could and keep the wind cross ways. She had a winter coat tied around her waist which was keeping her back pack from making too much noise luckily. After about ten minutes she came to a fork in the road and head to guess where to go. Water was on lower ground right? Going left which looked to be down hill she hoped and prayed to get to water soon.
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Eliza and her father struggled in the current, the large packs she stubbornly clung to nearly dragging her down several times. Finally they made it to the ship, though, and she pushed her father up until he could climb onto the deck, his lungs straining for air after the fright and the exertion. She was able to struggle to get her bag up, and if anyone offered to help her she would gratefully accept. Once her father and their gear was safely on board she climbed up as well before laying on her back and closing her eyes, the weariness forcing her to take a short break. Dr. Beauman turned where he was sitting and squinted at the two who were already on board. I hope you don't mind that we crashed your party, he said, his smile somewhat out of place after what they had just been through. I forgot to bring the wine, though. He chuckled and then looked back towards the shore. Forgot the wine... His companion turned over and got to her knees to look at the others. I... I'm Eliza. This is my dad, Anthony. Doctor Beauman, thank you very much, he said, turning to give her a squinty look of disapproval. I worked hard for that title. As he spoke he waved his hands as if trying to ward off flies. She sighed. I'm sorry about my dad, she began, he's still not completely ready to give up some of the luxuries of the past, including that title. We just need to rest here for a bit. Then we'll try to get to the other side and leave you guys alone. I know that a lot of people don't like to travel together? The last part was a question. Almost a plea. Sai's fork in the road turned out to be both a good and a bad choice. Good, because it did indeed lead her to the river, but bad, because there were a couple of Walkers between her and the water. The two walking bodies must have been together for quite a while. The one that had once been a man was in a tattered tuxedo, which looked like it had been styled for a younger man, and the Walker that had once been a girl was in a prom dress, the tiara still fastened somehow to her frizzy, leaf and blood infested hair. They turned almost at the same time and began to lumber towards the tiny blond. Between her and the river was about a hundred feet, and the prom zombies were blocking her path and would soon be at her side.
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Sai on seeing the water felt hope and a bit of joy. Only to then notice the two walking corpses. They must have been at prom when bitten she figured by their dress even though she could not really tell the ages of the two. She felt her heart clench in sadness for the two. Then she quickly realized they were coming at her, looking around for an escape route she then went down the street towards were the sun would set which was West. Hoping these things could not run she moved as fast as she could, checking over her shoulder every few minutes. Reaching into her belt age grabbed the gun and made sure was loaded. Sai's aim was poor at best and a gun's bang was dangerous, because more of those things could be attracted to the sound. Looking around she did not see a way to hide yet. Damn it... come on Sai you can make it. She told herself as she ran and forced herself not to have a panic attack. There were two reasons why she refused to die. One she did not want to become one of those things and two she was going to make it for her family. Turning around fast and taking aim she held the gun with both hands and did her best to sight in on the corpse's heads. The male one was closer do she took aim on him first figuring he was more dangerous at the current moment. Holding her breath she fired hoping for a head shot. If she did not land she had no choice but to bolt for it or try to get a crossed the water.
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Logan nodded and realized he had been staring a bit. Smiling sheepishly he removed his duster, It was still a little damp but it would help cover her up. He didn't mind her...more revealing, it was the gentlemen thing to do. Here. He handed it to her trying to avert his eyes. He stared across the river, there were still a few people making there way, and some even coming across the clearing. They were too far to reach though, and this ship...What was left of available refuge would be swallowed up fast by newcomers. He turned away knowing he would not be able to help them. He'd seen this before. He'd seen people extend help only to need help themselves for being kind. What was the saying no good action? Two more climbed on the boat. A younger girl and a man claiming to be a doctor. He nodded at the man. Good thing your here, if anyone catches symptoms of hypothermia you let us know. He reached over and squeezed Naomi's shoulder. He started to walk into what was left of the main deck but turned. I'm Logan by the way.
Thread: Not Dead Yet - In Character Role Play

As if reading her mind, the man offered the duster he had been wearing but not before Naomi caught him stealing a few looks on her body. Thank you. She said as she quickly took almost snatched the duster and wore it the duster felt damp but warm enough to be comfortable. She didn't want him to steal any more looks, giving him inappropriate thoughts but she understood why he did it. She had not ran out of supply of men who tried to romance her before all this happened but all of them had not been able to strike it home. Naomi went out of her way to help the pair clambered their way up the ship's deck. Her clothing awkward, a duster paired with sport shorts but she shouldn't complain. The younger woman had immediately lay on her back, no doubt exhausted from the swim across. Even Naomi had felt the burning in her legs, especially in her calves. When the older man had proceeded with a joke, she stole a glimpse towards the rugged man it wasn't much of a party. The older man seemed out of place, the shock and fear still lingered in him undoubtedly. I'm Naomi. She introduced herself after the woman had. They were actually a father and daughter pair, they certainly looked the part. When Eliza's father commented about his title, she continued, A doctor? Medical? Unexpectedly, the man who gave her his duster had squeezed her shoulder, causing her body to tense slightly. It was pretty much uncalled for and Naomi hadn't the slightest idea why he did it. Seems like the man had some problems of his own. A bad history with women perhaps? She smiled slightly to Eliza when she tried to apologize, No worries.. it's understandable. She was quite surprised when Eliza suggested about the separation but it was clear to Naomi that this was not a statement rather than a question. It was true that travelling together would pose higher risk but somehow she didn't feel like travelling alone. From my perspective, I think it's best if we stay together. At least until we find a more stable and safer place than this. She tilted her head at where they were standing. Maybe we could help each other, who knows? She shivered uncomfortably when the air blew in, leaving goosebumps on her water-soaked thighs.
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Sai had to think and thinking meant being calm. Taking a deep breath she then noticed the ship. She could make the swim with one go and that meant some safety. Hopefully the people were not a danger. It was better to risk them than stay here and die for sure. Putting the gun in her pants on safety just in case. She took the jacket and put it on to protect her from the cold water. With that she bolted to the water. She knew the other guy might think her a bitch, but it was run now or most likely be food. Getting to the water she made sure to keep the boat in sight as she waded into her waist. She could see some of the,dead going in as well. Sai then started swimming lucky for her she loved the water abd thus was a decent swimmer. She made sure to keep her head above water and the boat in-front of her at all times. The jacket offered some protection against the water'a cold bite. Her face though and hands were exposed and starting to go numb from it.