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Thread: Survive Together -- Z Nation [Virginia & Traveler]

He looked at her with gratitude and admiration when she spiked the Z. She had been decisive and fearless, and surely could have left him to his fate and not been blamed by most. He leaped to his feet with her help, then grabbed his rifle. That moment of being unarmed and on his back had sent a flame of terror through his body. It was one of the worst feelings he had felt, aside from losing those he had come to care for. A few more shots came from the caravan and the revving of the semi-trucks engine designated that it was starting to roll. 10k could hear Doc shouting for him, and as June and he crested the hill he saw that the truck Doc was on was moving, and the hold man was hanging his head out the window and hollering for all he was worth. 10k raised his rifle in one hand in a wave as they ran towards the caravan, and Doc gave a whoop of joy at the sight of him. June! Her mothers voice cut through the chaos. Her father honked the horn in panicked insistence that she hurry. In answer to her question 10k turned with her to run to her familys vehicle. A Blaster ran up and flung itself on the hood of their truck, its fist banging on the glass and causing her parents to flinch and swerve. 10k ran and shouldered the gun, then popped two bullets into the top of their attackers skull. It slid off the hood, leaving a bloody streak across the white paint like a trophy. He jumped into the truck with June, and it was only after they were moving and it seemed like everyone had gotten out that he allowed himself a smile. He glanced at her and then caught the look that her father and mother were exchanging. It looks like you know how to handle yourself with that rifle, son, Junes dad commented. Where you military or something? 10k shook his head. No sir, I was nothing. I find it hard to believe you were nothing. What did you do before the Zs came? It was just me and my dad. He flushed a little when June's mom turned around to smile at him. It was odd to have that much attention focused on him. What about your mother, honey? 10k shook his head. She died when I was little. Oh. Oh.... I'm so sorry. She put a hand out and touched his arm. Are you all alone, then? I have my friends, he said, Roberta, Doc.... Murphy, Addy... he almost said Cassandra but she wasn't herself any more. Cassandra was gone, and all that was left was some emerging Z that was slowly getting more and more dangerous.
Thread: Survive Together -- Z Nation [Virginia & Traveler]

June would have been positively offended at the thought that she might leave him behind. It wasn't a choice she was willing to make, and certainly not in a situation she considered so cut-and-dry. It wasn't like there had been a hoard, but even if there had her initial response would have been the same. There wasn't a ton of space in the back as they obviously hadn't been intending to take someone in without a minute or two of reorganizing, but June didn't seem to have any issues with being wedged between supplies and 10k, and took time to shove what she could onto the floor. Water, some books, a pillow and blanket, and some mostly empty containers of things that seemed to be for truck maintenance all got shuffled around so she wasn't basically pressed up against the gun wielding survivor's side. As much as she actually didn't think she'd have a problem with that. Hold still. Without any other kind of warning, her mother tugged her sleeve over her hand and reached out, wiping a smudge of dirt off of 10k's face. The apocalypse is no reason to have a dirty face. June, equal amounts amused and embarrassed, raised an eyebrow. Mom, the apocalypse is a perfect reason not to focus on cleanliness. Well fine, but I won't let my baby girl get stolen away by some boy with mud on his face! The younger of the two redheads in the truck sunk down in her seat slightly, blush rising back up on her cheeks as she let out a long and rather exasperated mom, dragging out the 'o' like the teenager it was easy to forget she still was. In the few minutes it took for them to know things were clear for the moment, June had settled back from an independent and combat capable young woman to a member of this warm family unit. One that seemed more than willing to extend that warmth to 10k without questions. Your Murphy is The Murphy, right? Perhaps predicting a negative response, June was fast to follow up her father's question. It's not exactly that hard to tell, she said apologetically, he's blue. It's... it's pretty noticeable. We aren't looking to fight, her father said, my family doesn't start fights with the living. But he'd end them. It was perhaps worth wondering what kinds of things the broad shouldered, tan farmer had handled by himself to keep his daughter and wife as happy as they seemed to be in the middle of the apocalypse. We'll veto it if anyone brings it up too, I just want to know if you're bringing extra outside danger with you. He made it sound so acceptable. It wasn't 10k's fault, these things just happened and he certainly wasn't going to let the new members of their group struggle without help. That just wasn't the way the Phillips family did things.
Thread: Survive Together -- Z Nation [Virginia & Traveler]

He felt odd when Junes mother wiped off the smudge of dirt, and it brought back distant memories of when his mother did the same thing. It was a memory he hadnt thought of for years. The memory was sweet, like oranges in the dead of winter. He looked almost scared when her father asked if his Murphy was the Murphy. Well, hes hes not really my Murphy. I just were trying to get him to a lab in California. His blood has the key to the cure. He swallowed, having just realized that Junes mother had suggested that hed steal away their daughter. What was that supposed to mean? No one in my group is here to cause trouble. And if Murphy does Ill kill him myself. I hate him. He leaned back in the bench seat, his troubled eyes taking in the landscape. He found himself constantly scanning the horizon and looking for signs of more Zs but it seemed as if, for the hour at least, they were safe. Junes leg next to his was extremely noticeable. Hed never been as close for as long to a girl before. Hed traveled with them, sure, but that was girls like Roberta who wasnt really a girl. She kind of scared him at first, to be honest. When the truck hit a bump his leg nudged Junes, and he didnt move it away. He smiled at her and leaned his head against the head rest, content to let the drive pass with minimal conversation and deciding to catch a short nap if possible. As they rode he thought about the way Junes family was they had their obvious love for each other, their protective nature, but there was a sweet, genuine family connection for them as well, and they extended it to him as soon as he stepped into their lives. That was the amazing part they had a treasure in each other, and they were willing to share that with him.
Thread: Survive Together -- Z Nation [Virginia & Traveler]

Her mother just did things like that. She and June were very similar in that they both seemed comfortable with people very quickly, and the gentle smiles they both had would have connected them as family even if unbrushed red hair hadn't. That's what we heard. Good, we'll do what we can while you're with us. If you make it everyone benefits, after all. The family probably wasn't capable of making a long trip like that while defending from both survivors and zombies, so even if they'd wanted to try to grab Murphy, it would have been a bad idea. You've done only good since joining, June piped up, so I wasn't going to assume you wanted to cause trouble. Plus now you've fought zombies with me and that counts for something. Even if she'd been the one who had to turn back for him, he'd been pretty obviously there to look out for her, and she appreciated it. When his leg bumped against hers, June glanced over at him and smiled back. She didn't move away either, because she liked the contact. It was simple, but to her it meant something. She just.... didn't know exactly what. Was it weird to just watch him for a minute or two? She hoped not, because 10k looked almost relaxed. She wanted to see that. After a moment she pulled the pillow out, nudging him gently. Do you want the pillow? We've also got a blanket. She didn't move quite back to her position after nudging him, though she had no excuse for being against him, so she did have to move away. You should both try to rest, her mother suggested, I'm sure it's been a long time since you've been able to get decent sleep, she was clearly talking to 10k there, the blanket should be large enough for both of you. Her tone was exceptionally mothering, clearly concerned about the well-being of the two and the lack of sleep the apocalypse brought. Mr. Phillips grunted but didn't actually say anything about it, perhaps a little bit less than pleased at the idea of his daughter sharing a blanket with a strange man she seemed fond of, but he didn't actually say anything out it, either because his wife had already suggested it or because his daughter's happiness was more important to him than his concerns over a pretty PG thing.
Thread: Survive Together -- Z Nation [Virginia & Traveler]

The pillow, then the blanket, then the offer to sleep under the blanket with June , seemed to much to handle for him. They werent just inviting him into their little sanctuary they were inviting him to be near their daughter. It made him both anxious and happy. He didnt know exactly how to define it. Anxipy? Hapious? How could he describe the feeling of having his heart suddenly pound so hard that it almost tore through his chest? Thank you. He made sure that his rifle was on safe and leaned it against the door, then helped June to spread out the blanket over the both of them. The pillow was not very generous so it required them both to lay their heads near each other. He had the advantage of being in the corner after a few shifts and ungraceful adjustments, he finally figured out that it would work better if she laid her head against him and they both leaned the same direction. He tucked his arm around her and found a comfortable spot, despite the awkwardness of being so close to a girl. His dreams were strange he was at home again with his father, but his father had a different voice. The woods were foggy and dark, but a light shined through, like that of a pair of headlights, and his dad was cursing. But his dad never cursed. His mother didnt approve so none of them did. The house was jerking to the left and the right, there was screaming 10k jerked awake. He heard Junes dad shouting and though it was getting dark, the shape of a Z crashing over the hood of the truck was unmistakable. The truck swerved, then swung back again. Small sharp flashes of light ahead were followed by the staccato of gunfire, as it became apparent that the entire caravan had come under attack. He looked over at June and saw that she was acting strange, her red hair seemed dirty and she seemed to be having trouble sitting up.... then she turned around and he saw that she had somehow become a Z! Peas and carrots! he sat up, his eyes wide and his face pale. Mr. Phillips glanced up at the rear view mirror, squinting because the daylight was so bright, and gave their newest passenger a peculiar look. You okay, Son? 10k was breathing hard. There were no Zs. It wasn't night. He looked over to where June's mother was sitting and she seemed to be fine. June was fine too. It had been a dream. He blinked, his pale face now becoming pink with embarrassment, and nodded. Yes Sir. I had a bad dream. He pulled the blanket up over June's arm, the memories of what he had been dreaming quickly fading. Well, considering the circumstance, I can't say it's unexpected. It looks like the caravan is pulling over for another rest stop. We should all get out and stretch our legs. It's likely at this rate that we'll be driving through the night.
Thread: Survive Together -- Z Nation [Virginia & Traveler]

The sound of gunfire so close was enough to catch her attention through the fog in her mind, and June watched the body of her mother hit the ground. It hadn't even registered that she'd been turned but a moment later 10k was there, and if he'd shot her, she had to be a zombie. It was how she made the connection in the first place, because it just hasn't registered. No. No, she wasn't okay at all. How could she be? I hit my head. She couldn't even check to find out how bad it was because her hands were covered in zombie blood. She held them out slightly, almost childlike in posture simply because she refused to touch anything with her bloodied hands. She couldn't even reach out for him, though she wanted to desperately, because while blood wasn't really all that big of deal, whose it was... well, that was. Hesitantly the redhead wiped her hands on her plaid shirt, and then tugged it off, revealing a green shirt with a flower on it. She dropped the fabric in the dirt, because it was useless now. Honestly, even if she could have cleaned it before the blood stained, June wasn't sure she'd be able to wear it again. If things had actually calmed down and stayed calm, she could get a jacket from the car, or something else to cover her arms again. It felt a little weird to have her arms exposed. A decent long sleeved shirt could protect against nips, after all. She was still managing not to cry. That was just... more energy than June had for the moment. She wasn't sure she could even if she wanted too right now. She looked up at 10k helplessly, eyes pained. What now? June hated to be weak, but she just... didn't know what to do anymore. There might have been survivors from the caravan, but to her, everything was gone. Well, everything but her new friend. And June had never been alone before. Her parents had always been there. That was why her mother had turned. Because she hadn't been strong enough to protect both of them and do what she needed to when it was time. So her mother got bit trying to protect her. And 10k had to kill her to protect June.
Thread: Survive Together -- Z Nation [Virginia & Traveler]

10k! We gotta go! Roberta was shouting at him from the front of the caravan. Move it! He took off the brown scarf he had been wearing and unfolded it, then wrapped it around June's shoulders. Let's get your stuff and go. That's what we have to do we have to keep on moving. A Z came around the front of the truck and 10k took his sling and sent a metal nut through it's skull. You can stay with me but we gotta get going. He could hear the sounds at the front of the caravan as people were moving some of the vehicles. Doc ran back to the two of them. He was huffing and out of breath, his hair stuck out at the sides of his head like a mad scientist's. Hey kid! His footsteps slowed when he saw what had happened. Oh, man... I'm sorry, kiddo. He looked over at June. You should come with us. The first truck got taken your leader, the guy who was taking you all to Alaska? He's gone. He arched his neck to look at the truck that June's family was in. Looks like your tire's shredded. We got two cars up front. We gotta go. He nodded toward the truck. Take the water and whatever else you need, but don't take too long. It's getting dark and I'm sure that noise attracted attention.
Thread: Survive Together -- Z Nation [Virginia & Traveler]

Being given directions seemed to help because June nodded and moved quickly back to the truck. First to the front where she grabbed her bag and shoved a book, and a jacket in before tugging on another plaid button up, green this time. Yes she owned more than one, hush. It was basically standard for farms. She grabbed the water and her father's machete -- which got shoved into her belt with the sheath, to be properly attached later -- and then moved to the back doors of the truck and pulled them open with a tiny bit of struggle . She stepped in and picked up two plastic grocery bags from within without speaking, just carrying them in the hand that didn't have the jug of water. She followed the men back to the group, who didn't seem all that surprised to see her. Or if they were, it didn't last because the expression on her face was enough to let anyone know what had happened. What have you got? It was a lot to come carrying, and it seemed pretty natural that Addy would be curious, though not pushy -- everyone had stuff they didn't want to show to strangers. June opened up one bag to reveal vacuum sealed packets of fruit the same kind she'd brought to 10k earlier. Sliced apples, strawberries, and blueberries, and a jar of pickles. Oh my god. It was about all Addy could say, and it seemed about right. It was a lot of food, at least for people who had gotten used to going more than a day without. I'm sorry, I don't know what truck the cheese was in. Is this enough? She wasn't sure if there was a 'price of admission', but this much food and a gallon of water was good, right? I can go back and try to find more.... There were a few shambling zombies still milling about, but she could probably make it. She'd have to go by the bodies, though. She was less sure about that. No. Roberta was firm, we have to go. Pick a car and get in. One bag went with the other car, and June stuck close enough to 10k that there wasn't really any question about where she wanted to be. Once everyone was in and the car was moving, she pressed herself up against 10k. She just needed physical contact, and he hadn't seemed to mind before. Thank you. For coming for her. For saving her. For bringing her with him. And for letting her use his scarf, which she slightly reluctantly unwound from around her and offered back, managing to get it done while still firmly glued to his side. Do I get to pick my nickname or does it get assigned? Doc glanced back, one grayed eyebrow raised. Huh? I mean, 10k, Doc, The Murphy... There seems to be some nickname habit in this group, I just want to know if I get to pick or I have to wait and get assigned one. She was trying. June knew she couldn't just sit there and stare at the back of the driver's seat. So she was pulling herself together as best as she could for the moment, forcing her usual personality out. Fake it 'till you make it, right? First time they find a house, June is sleeping with 10k. At least literally. Even if they both have to sorta half sit on a couch
Thread: Survive Together -- Z Nation [Virginia & Traveler]

If anything, the arm around her seemed to comfort the red haired teen when she first leaned against him she was stiff and tense but she relaxed, snuggled up against him, and while she definitely didn't manage to get any rest, she could at least close her eyes and not feel... ill. That was good. June hadn't thought twice about the fact that instead of just handing the scarf back she'd actively put it on him, but it had been perhaps a bit of an odd gesture. She didn't seem to notice the staring, probably because unless she was speaking or being spoken too, her focus appeared to be just on the back of the seat. I'm not so good at nicknames, so if I don't need one, I think I'm good. 10k said he liked it and she turned a tiny bit pink, entirely distracted from what had happened not long ago, at least for a few seconds. Well, that's another strong point in favor of not attempting to invent one. When Doc offered her weed she blinked, and then shook her head. No thank you, she said with a surprising politeness. For a moment she considered asking if it was a good idea to smoke and drive, but since 10k wasn't saying anything, she didn't. The farmhouse seemed to distress her slightly, but it wasn't any kind of real issue. June understood reality. Just because things brought back memories didn't mean they didn't have to take advantage of them. A farm was a great place to spend the night out of the way of main roads, plenty of things to use to blockade it if it wasn't already boarded up. She slid out of the car last, sticking close to his side. Not pressed up against him anymore, but still close. Having 10k gone seemed to leave the young woman tense and uncomfortable again. She didn't know any of these people yet -- besides Doc, who she found a place standing closest to but not nearly as close as she'd been with 10k -- and when Roberta spoke June looked almost surprised. She supposed it made sense that these people would all be caring 10k was, and it was reasonable that the people he was with were the same. Better than expected but not as good as I was hoping, she answered after a moment. I'm... still kind of... It's to be expected. It would be bordering on cruel to make her spill everything even when she didn't want to, and it seemed that the redhead would, simply because she hadn't yet found herself fully comfortable with the group and didn't want to end up on her own because they ejected her. She watched the door carefully, looking for any sign of movement from inside the house. Hopefully they'd be out soon just not having 10k around was stressing her out, her mind was going to the worst possible outcomes.
Thread: The Knight and The Damsel; Into the Unknown (Haru/Anna)

The Land of Arboria a land of fascinating elven cities , sprawling human metropolises , and vast landscapes to explore. Home to not only those humans end elves, but dwarves and halflings and all manner of good humanoid folk. Though in all things, as there is light, there is aso dark. Orcs and goblins, ogres and trolls, all manner of fantastical beasts and monsters call Arboria home. Our story though, will follow a man. Not just any man, but a Knight. A Knight of the Order of the Silver Flame. Or so he used to be anyway. Ser James Cortland . A man in his mid-twenties, long and lean of build, well muscled and tone, not bulky. Dark-haired and with dark intense eyes. A man whose aura speaks of the dangerous intent he carries with him, an animalistic quality exuded by men of his ilk. A blademaster and with a reputation to match. A man who had shirked his duty to the Silver Flame, his life and ruins and now a nomad. The sword on his back and his faithful steed, Brass , his only companions on the road. Sometimes a sellsword if he needs money, though most consider him a simple wanderer. Righting some wrongs as he sees them, though just as often keeping his business to himself. Short temper is as likely to be shown as cool indifference and he changes mood as a storm, quick to blow in and destroy all in its path and then just as quickly to be gone without a care. So it came to be that James had passed through the village of Waldgrave, a human settlement on the borders of one of the Elven Kingdoms. The road passed into the wood and Brass followed it faithfully. The woods were not thick, not at first, and even after passing under the huge canopy above, the path still remained somehow light, despite the thick foliage. Brass snorted and stamped a bit and James halted the beast, hand upon the hilt of the bastard sword on his hip. Brass had caught a scent, and that was when he heard it. Quite some distance away it would seem, and carried lightly upon the breeze - a cry. Female it would seem, and in distress. Ha! James cried and put spurs to his beast, dirt kicked up from iron-shod hooves as Brass broke into a run, James' keen eyes put to the path and looking at their surroundings as the trees flew by. He almost missed it really, the small clump seeming unnatural in the forest, and he was able to make out limb amidst the glint of steel. Orcs it would seem, travelled far from their own lands. A raiding or scouting party most likely, and their green-hued skin a natural camouflage in this forest, despite it not being their natural terrain. They were not far of the path and Brass cleared the hedgerow and in moments James was upon them...