Annihilation (Justin, Anna, Simon & Jim)

[NPC]

STANLEY HOLTZ

Two weeks had passed since the last evacuation and the hopes of leaving this place alive, was slim and fading fast. Did he care? Not entirely. You see Mister Holtz here had the perfect chance of getting his ass outta dodge, only he decided that he would much prefer to stay and kill anything that moved. Being an ex-marine, he was used to holding a firearm and using it when necessary. Only the years hadn’t been too kind to him and he’d gotten a little....crazy. Serving his country and all, the things he’d seen sure did mess with his mind.

He’d been living on his own for a good while now; his wife left him and took his kids so he really didn’t have anything to stick around for. He figured he’d do better fighting his country because he knew that he was good at that. Stan believed that serving as a marine had been the one thing he was truly good at. He’d failed as a husband and as a father and now, his ‘roots’ were all that he had. Some would call him a fool for staying here, those who were either brave or stupid enough to anyways but...he was just applying himself to where he knew best.

When all this had started, he was happy in his garage fixing up his baby. Stanley loved his cars, mostly his truck because it was practical. But when the outbreak occurred he pimped that bad boy out into a death machine. He put so much metal on the front of that thing, when the sun shun you’d be blinded by the lights reflected and they cut through those infected like a knife through butter.

But his baby only got him so far and he found himself stumbling upon the mall. Now, he’d seen his fair share of zombie movies and ironically everyone ended up at the damn mall. He always thought it was a dumb-shit idea but upon getting there he realised this place was all you needed. It had supplies of food, a place to sleep and something to keep you busy. Only problem was, when he got there he found himself head to head with a tiny brunette who was damn certain he wasn’t getting in. Because, truth be told he did kind of look like a serial killer and she was just a girl by herself trying to protect her siblings.

She sure did a good job and pulled a number on him with the butt of her shotgun, he really did underestimate her. Still, he found his way inside, even if it was by being tied to a chair in the security room. Thankfully, a male soon arrived on the scene and was able to talk some sense into the frantic young woman and he was free to go. He figured, he’d stick around for a while and these people they didn’t seem to mind too much...it helped that he was useful and was good with a gun.

April 14th
Manhattan Mall

Stan was knelt on the roof of the mall; he’d taken position at the very edge. He had his rifle in his hand, pointed out toward the parking lot...locked and loaded, ready to go. In a time like this one hand to find their own means of entertainment and his was zombie killing. At first, Anna weren’t much for taking an interest in his game, not like the guys but it was only a matter of time before she came too.

It’d been one evening when he was on watch, sitting in his deckchair with a bottle of pabst in his hand just watching those little fuckers scurrage around for a nummy treat. She came up and sat with him for a little while, she couldn’t sleep and he knew that feeling all too well. He barely slept anymore; he was always on guard and ready to kick some ass because when those fuckers got in and they would get in, he’d be ready.

That spiffy little brunette was happily popping bullets into those things just as much as he had been. She’d obviously not been living her life like this before, clearly had taught herself to hold a gun and he was inclined to give her a few tips. He respected that little lady for doing what she was, protecting her brothers and doing what it took to survive because most women would have been hiding behind a big strong man, fearing for their lives. But she was prepared and he liked that.

Today it was awfully nice out, the sun was up high and the heat was nice. It was perfect weather for some target practice. He was happy on the edge of the roof taking aim and shooting at those things as they moved around the parking lot. It made him wonder why here? Why did they come to the mall in packs and large groups? He’d heard from some nut job before he got here that they still had human functions, memories and shit but...he didn’t believe that for a second. If that was so why the fuck were they at their happiest when they were ripping open arteries and eating limbs. That theory was fucked up.

TAG:


Justin Miller
Anna Ryan
Simon Ryan
James Hunter
Stanley Holtz (NPC)

P.S KEVIN DURAND IS AWESOME..MHM..

[Anna Ryan]

Anna Ryan

Manhattan Mall

When this had all began, Anna was certain that things would look up soon. Why? How could she be so optimistic? Because right now, could things have gotten any worse? That day, when everything went to hell it seemed as if it could only get better. But, it did actually get worse. They were stuck here, with no signs of life coming from inside this city and now real concern drifting from out. No rescues, no outside world contact...no nothing.

It’d been two weeks since the last evacuation and during the middle of the first week things got really difficult. They were running out of supplies, they had lost all contact with the outside world and only really lived for whatever was in the insides of the mall. Being outside was too dangerous, you had to imprison yourself in doors and hope those things didn’t get inside. So far, so good but it was a matter of time before everything feel apart.

She hoped that maybe there was help coming, but by the end of the first week it looked bleak. There were no signs of help or even the intentions, the TV signals were still up and channels were broadcasting but it was as if no one really cared all too much. This problem had been placed in one area as far as they were aware, that the rest of the world was okay except for them. These people were so caught up in there theories and less interested in actually doing something about the people who were left here to fend for themselves and no one knew what had caused this and because of that, no one really knew how to stop it.

The best form of a plan had been lockdown, this city was closed now and no one was getting out because...they’d couldn’t risk it getting elsewhere. Anna was aware of patrolmen and armed guards waiting at the boarders to prevent anyone from passing. It was like being imprisoned here. Anna kept up a brave face, what else could she do in a time like this? She had two younger brothers to look after and it was her duty to protect them.

It helped to have Justin around, he made her feel safe and the two had gotten off like a house on fire. From day one they’d stuck it out together and relied on each other for support and comfort...in more ways than one but it was kind of expected. In times like these, people needed others they could depend on and feel close too because it helped, it was just nice to have something relatively normal and meaningful because there wasn’t much to fight for anymore aside from fighting for eachother. She wasn’t sure where they’d have ended up if it wasn’t for him coming when he did, she didn’t like to think about it but it was hard not too...she was grateful for his help and for everything he had done for them. But shortly after their group had grown, where it had just been herself, her brothers and Justin and to be honest, she was glad. Strength in numbers was the way to go.

Justin had been out looking for supplies, much to her disliking, but what were they going to do without the necessities? So after much deliberation he’d gone off and she had held the ‘fort’ while he was away. During his travels he’d met another survivor, James Hunter. He was older then the two of them, but he had a younger daughter and family to find. He’d been separated from his teenage daughter and was now on the road looking for her. Of course, he was running low on supplies too so Justin suggested he come back with him, get sorted and then hit the road when he was ready.

She had the unfortunates of meeting another survivor, quite the meathead if she was honest. He’d scared the shit out of her and that wasn’t all hard to do when you were six feet tall, shaven headed and looking very much like a serial killer. Still, she held her own and gave him a nice blow to the head before tying him up in the security office. When Justin came back he seemed fairly surprised, and if it hadn’t been for him Stanley would probably still be tied to a chair. He may have looked like a thug but he was a good guy, a bit trigger happy but he was useful and that was really needed in cases like this.

Anna was stood in the security room, eyeing the screens that were displaying the on goings outside. The infected were still lingering about, which Stan seemed to love because they made for great targets. She sat down on one of the seats and turned to the small TV that sat on the desk. She turned it on, as she did everyday trying to get updates on situations outside. So far they had no luck, but today there was something that caught her attention...a presedential speech would you believe?

The brunette furrowed her brows, two weeks had passed and here this schmuck was promising aid. It was two weeks later, and two weeks too late. At this point, she didn’t believe anything he had to say. He was happy sitting in his big leather chair, smoking his cigars and living in paradise while they were trying to live another day. He didn’t care about any of them, he was fine and no doubt his family were too so what the fuck did he have to worry about?

Who was he to tell them to keep fighting? Where was he while they were fighting? He was such a god damn hypocrite. It made her mad more than anything, while others would probably be happy to see such a thing and hear the hopeful promises he was making...she didn’t believe it for a second.

Anna snorted and got up from the seat, looking less then pleased. The broad cast was still going, but she had heard enough. Of course she couldn’t be blamed, look at the suck fest she was in right now. The brunette turned and headed out of the security room, carrying a case of beers. Stanley liked to drink as it went, and on his way here he’d decided to rob a liquor store which would suit Justin just fine since he’d gone on a beer hunt in the mall the first day they came. Anna carried the small case up the stairs ahead of her and pushed the door to the roof open heading outside. The weather was lovely, despite everything else falling to shit so she could appreciate the little things at least.

The guys were all on the roof overlooking what awaited them below, a whole bunch of infected civilians wandering the parking lot and Stan having the time of his life picking them off one by one. Placing the crate down beside one of the chairs stationed on the roof she took some of the bottles out, handing one to Simon she gestured at the bottle “Go easy...” she advised with a small smile. He wasn’t old enough to drink but to be honest, it was one beer and things sucked right now so she was a little more lenient in regards. Besides, he couldn’t get drunk off of one.

She passed the other two, to Jim and Justin who were watching Stan at ‘work’ before setting one down by Stan and taking a step back. She turned to the small radio that was placed atop of a small table that had been taken out of the food court and turned it on. The broadcast was still going, enabling the others to hear what Adler had to say. She turned her eyes toward them, wondering how they’d each react to what there president had to say.

Comments: Tis good to be back!
Outfit: Practical Attire no heels when killing zombies!
Word Count: 1000+
Mood: Happyyy

[Simon Ryan]

April 14th, Manhattan Mall

It was the end of the world, and he knew it since day one. Simon was lucky he got out of school alive the day the whole world went to shit and his classmates and even teachers started turning into zombies and started eating people. His friends were dead, for all he knew. Anyone he probably ever met or passed when he walked down the street, they were gone. Either they were dead or infected. What was the only difference? One kind of dead didn’t move and the other came back and started to eat people. He was lucky to still be alive when so many others were gone. In all the chaos at school every time he looked over his shoulder another kid was being taken down and ripped apart. He got home later that day by the skin of his teeth, lucky for him he was practically the fastest kid in school, so he gladly outran all the zombies that were trying to run him down.

When he got home he was glad to find his family was alright. His parents, sister Anna, and little brother Thomas were all safe and sound. Anna had seen way worse than he had and she was lucky to be alive. They decided to stay together at home and protect themselves. When his father went out to get some food he was attacked by one of the infected and bitten. They weren’t sure what was going to happen, so he brought his little brother to bed that night and that’s when it all happened. His father turned into one of the zombies and attacked and their Mom. Then he attacked Anna. Simon was in Thomas’ bedroom with him at the time. Anna told him to stay but he couldn’t help but want to help out somehow. He just sat in a little kid’s room and did nothing to help. He could have lost her too. What if he had? He didn’t know what he could do.

Of course Anna could take care of herself, and ended up killing both their zombie parents. They ran out of the house right after, where Thomas had fallen down and hurt himself. From there they drove away. They didn’t know where they were going or how far. But it wasn’t like they could get out of New York. They ran into a few people on the way. First there was Justin, he was cool, and Anna seemed to like him a little too much. And then James came into play. Simon liked him, too. Lastly there was Stanley. He was ripped and kind of scary in a big guy kind of way. They were all together, gathered at the Manhattan Mall. There was an announcement on the radio from the president himself. He was telling all the survivors that help would be soon on the way and to keep fighting. Simon was going to do whatever it took to protect the only family he had left. It was just him, Anna, and Thomas now. And of course the few strangers they picked up along the way.

They all gathered on the roof. Simon was keeping a close watch on his little brother and Anna was unpacking beers, giving them all out. She even gave one to Simon. “Go easy...” She advised him. He smiled at him as he took it from her and opened it up. “You know me, Anna. I'm all about the self control.” He said as he snickered. He then brought the bottle to his lips and took a sip. Anna knew that he had drank before. He went to plenty of parties and had drunk plenty before. Of course he was always smart about it and never got into any trouble. Anna turned on the radio and the same message from President Alder was still going on. He took a deep breath and wondered how long it was going to keep going. He looked out off the roof and saw what was in store for them. He couldn’t help but wonder if they were just going to stay there forever or what.

[James 'Jim' Hunter]

James Hunter

It seemed that right now James was holding a big ball of regret on his shoulders. Everyone he’d ever loved had now all slipped through his fingers. En route to Central Park he’d been separated from his daughter, after sending his wife and youngest to the evacuation point whilst he went searching for his two eldest children. Now, he was in Manhattan, alone wondering if any of them were still even alive. The poor man’s heart was breaking. Part of him wanted to give up, to give in and allow himself to be taken to but the mere thought of the chance there was something awaiting for him elsewhere. The chance he’d see his family again, that kept him going.

Even though Charlie was still just a young teenage girl, he trusted her enough to know what she was doing. She was a brave kid, she was like her old man, and she picked up his habits and his way of thinking. He had no doubt out of all his children; she’d be the one who came out fighting. That was still beside the point though; he should have been there, taking care of her and her mother and her other siblings. He had no idea where his family was.

James had initially set out to going to go to Central Park, he figured if his family were going to be anywhere..it’d be there. Charlie would have taken the initiative to find her mother and sister, he hoped so anyway. Of course, James had no idea of the situation at Central Park and that everything had vastly fallen to shit. He was oblivious until he’d found himself stumbling upon a younger man, whom seemed to be fully aware of the current situation in CP and it was looking bleak. He suggested that James went back with him, he and a friend were staying at the mall and he wondered how that hadn’t crossed his own mind. The mall, one of Charlottes favourite places...could she have been there? Perhaps, but also perhaps not. As it stood Central was no longer an option and this was the only shot he had right now. The older man was tired, drained from the day’s events and downright fed up if he was honest.

Jim opted to take Justin up on his offer and followed the man back to the mall after stopping off for some needed supplies. The young man had gone on his own hunt as even with being at the mall, supplies were limited. James just hoped that he was greeted with a familiar face once he arrived at the destination, but upon doing so had no joys as such. He was faced with a young woman and her two siblings, along with some pretty tough looking son of a bitch who this young broad had seemingly k-o’d.

They were pleasant enough, welcoming toward him and kind enough to let him stay here despite not knowing him very well. Jim was grateful and willing to pull his weight around here to pay as thanks. He didn’t intend to stay here forever, or for however long they chose to be here, or however long it was safe for. Once the man had a plan he’d be out again, off searching for his family. Right now, he had no plan of action and no idea of where to start, so he made himself useful to these people.

Jim was stood on the roof with some of the others, the larger fellow placing himself at the roofs ledge where he tried a bit of target practice on the infected below. Jim wasn’t really in favour of the ‘sport’ but whatever this guy wanted to do; so long as it didn’t hurt any of them he really didn’t give a shit about. He was happy to sit back and watch this guy have his fun, but once at the expense of the others here he’d happily kick his ass off the roof and let those fuckers have a little payback.

He heard the door to the roof open and fleeted a glance toward the young brunette. Anna, she reminded him a lot of his eldest daughter, she was a brave girl with a big heart. He had a lot of respect for her, she had saved her younger siblings and gotten them all this way and still continued to fight. He didn’t know many young women like that who’d have the strength to fight like that, she was a good girl and the same went to Justin, he was a good guy, doing what he could for people he barely knew. It seemed to be in a time of desperation that people did actually stick together, because being alone was the worst thing right now.

The brunette headed over, handing out beers. Jim took his from her and gave a gentle nod of thanks before letting his eyes follow her as she headed toward Stan. Now, he wasn’t sure what it was about that guy but he just didn’t trust him. Sure, he was handy with a gun and when it came to fending those things off he was good to have around, but there was instability within that guy that he saw almost instantly. It was something in his eyes and more so the way he looked at Anna. It could have very well been his protective nature kicking in, what with having daughters himself he was always the type of man to be pretty alert when it came to males and younger women, but he was certain this wasn’t just him over thinking. Jim wasn’t an idiot; he surely kept his eye on Stan at all times.

Anna turned and walked back, but he kept his eyes on Stan who (as expected) subtly glanced over his shoulder, practically ogling the brunette as she walked away from him. Jim narrowed his eyes ever so, penetrating Stan as he watched him like a hawk. The man quickly drew his attention back to his ‘game’ and Jim turned to look at Anna who bought their attention to the radio aside them. A presidential speech two weeks after the shit hit the fan? That was just stupid. Jim didn’t care too much for this bullshit, but the one thing he did care was knowing how far this thing spread...was there any real luck of finding safety beyond this city? Or were others in the same shit? Apparently, it was just them.

Jim chose not to comment; instead he took the cap off his beer and pressed the rim to his lips taking a generous sip.

[Justin Miller]

There are only two kinds of people that would be able to adjust to a lifestyle that involved running for your life and watching zombies tear into people like they were BBQ ribs; the detached and the insane. And with the relationships that Justin has formed since the shit popped off; Justin had to be completely insane.

The man has killed zombies with nothing on but smile on his face and a putter in his hand.

But while the jury was still out on Justin's sanity, he was doing a pretty decent job of holding everything together. He kept Anna from truly going out of her mind and helped her brothers from getting so bored, they did something really stupid. As for Jim, well, Jim was a full grown middle aged man. Justin knew that Jim was fully capable of handling himself. Justin also knew that when Jim was ready to, he was going to leave. This was only just a stop in Jim's road and Justin had no qualms with that; although Justin would have much preferred that Jim stick around over Stan.

While Justin had convinced Anna to untie Stan, telling her that any kind of help was good help, Justin was starting to regret such a decision.

For the lack of a better term, Stanley Holtz was an odd one. While Justin had himself a blast killing zombies left and right, Stan sometimes got a little too excited. Justin was positive that Stan had to change his pants a time or to once he put one of the walking dead down.

But help was help and Stan, for the time being, was playing along. He kept to himself for the most part, aside from his wandering eyes that constantly gazed at Anna(something that didn't sit to well with Justin). Anna was always lucky enough to have her backed turned when Stan was oogling her. The look he had in his eyes would have made her stomach turn.

And the way Stan gawked at Anna's backside after giving him a beer gave Justin the urge to pistol whip some fucking sense into Stan.

One of these days, Justin knew that he and Stan were going to have it out and there was going to be a good chance that only one of them was going to walk away from it.

"Well, with the way he's talking, it would seem like everyone else got a free pass from this horse shit," Justin said, cracking open the brew. It was the first one that he had in months. "Which I say is bullshit," Justin had seen his fair share of zombie movies in his day and while it came off as they contained the problem to New York City, he knew that all it took was just one of them little bastards to get through.

"I doubt anywhere stateside is safe," Justin knew of only one place that might have been abstained from hordes of the zombies. "Hawaii would be the best bet," Justin said for what had to be the millionth time. All of them knew crystal clear that the only place Justin knew was a safe haven was the islands of Hawaii.

And they way he talked about it, it made it seen as if he had some kind of plan to actually get there.

Maybe Justin was crazy.

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Words:567
Mood: Glad Infestation is back!
Thoughts: It's so incredibly easy for me to write with Justin.

[NPC]

STANLEY HOLTZ

"Turn that sum'bitch off already, will you?" Stanley breathed deeply for a moment as he lined up his shot. "Stupid asshole is messing with my shot. 'Sides, he's full of crap anyway." Stanley Holtz had a certain disdain for men in power. Shit, it wasn't disdain though... Stanley fucking hated them. Uptight assholes trying to dictate everything people did. Fuck that shit, right? Stanley smirked widely as he pulled the trigger, nailing one more mindless meat sack, square in the head. "Hoooo-ah!" Stanley grinned as he mimicked Al Pacino. Y'know... Even though they were fucked in the ass and living in an apocalyptic hell hole... This wasn't so bad. Here Stan was... Shooting zombies, drinking beer, and relaxing on a rooftop... What more could you ask for? Stan sure as hell couldn't have asked for a whole lot more... He knew that much. Stan was damn happy doing this. The young man took a hefty gulp from his beer as he eyed the group. Even though the "President" had pissed him off... Stan wasn't about to let that wrinkly old bastard rain on his parade. No way, no how!

"Hawaii, huh?" Stan chuckled to himself as he finished off his beer. "That'd be somethin' else now..." The young man grabbed another beer and cracked it open. "Hawaiiii-iiii-iiiii" Stan smirked some more as he sang and danced a little in his seat. "Who's handing out the lays? Justin was that you volunteering? I'm flattered, but I don't swing that way..." For a moment the young man paused as he lifted his weapon in his hands. "Sorry, Charlie..." Stan laughed to himself some more. Laughing was key. You had to laugh, otherwise you'd get all fuckin' depressed... And well... That just sucked. Who'd want to sit there mopin' and all that bullshit? Not Stan, that was for sure. Stan lifted his weapon and pressed it against his shoulder while he took aim. "Why don't one of you do something useful and teach the kid how to shotgun a beer, or something..." Stan's voice trailed off as he took aim. He got caught in his own mindless jibber jabber as he set his sights on one fat mother fuckin' zombie. This was just awesome. Life had turned into one giant game of duckhunter. What more could you ask for?

PS - STAN IS AWESOME

[Anna Ryan]

Anna Ryan

Manhattan Mall
“You know me, Anna. I'm all about the self control.” Simon said, it made her chuckle slightly, mostly because she knew that was shit. She recalled a time in which Simon got so wasted he couldn’t even speak; his words were just a tirade of muffled vowel sounds and the occasional grunt. Which, was why she was there to watch him like a hawk. She displayed an amused and silent disbelief of a smile before heading over to the others. She handed out the beers to Justin and Jim, clocking a look toward Simon who was by the edge of the roof “Hey, be careful there...take a few steps back...” Anna urged sounding a little worse for wares, as her hazel eyes grew narrowing, all it’d take was one wrong footing and he could have gone off the edge.

She placed a beer by Stan as he remained in his kneeling position shooting zombies from his position on the roof. Anna turned on her heel to walk away, which was likely a good thing. If she had seen the look on his face, she’d have been absolutely disgusted by him. Stan was only free to do what he wanted because he acted as a good asset to the team, he was good with a gun and he fared well for strength when it came to moving shit around here but other than that...if it weren’t for those plus sides, he’d still be tied to a chair.

The brunette made the others aware of the situation, and allowed them to listen to Adler’s speech. As she turned the radio on and her eyes back to the others, she bent down and picked Thomas up. Anna wasn’t entirely sure what to say, so she opted to be quiet as did Jim who simply took a generous sip from his beer and listened to the elderly mans words. She kept her arms around Thomas, allowing the little boy to rest his head on her shoulder as she kept him close. Justin spoke up "Well, with the way he's talking, it would seem like everyone else got a free pass from this horse shit," Justin said, with all truth...Adler was making out as if New York was the only place currently in this situation, which seemed to bring some hope back for her. It meant that the struggle to get out of here would likely be worth it, because it was safe on the other side "Which I say is bullshit," he added. Anna kept her eyes on him, nodding slightly in agreement.

You see, even though she wanted to believe it was safe outside of New York, how could he be certain? This infection it spread so quickly, so rapidly and easily that no one even saw it coming. All it took was one infected person to have gotten out, they bite someone, turn them and then the cycle begins...it was only a matter of time. Justin further highlighted her sudden doubt. So, that hope she’d been trying to hold on, now appeared to be slipping through her fingers. She dropped her eyes, defeated somewhat before drifting them toward Simon, once she’d locked her eyes on him she forced a brave smile...she didn’t want him seeing her like that. She had to be strong for him.

"Turn that sum'bitch off already, will you?" Stanley called over, she look from Justin to the man who was lining up another shot "Stupid asshole is messing with my shot. 'Sides, he's full of crap anyway." he added. She was fully aware that Stan Holtz was here by choice, when all others fought to get out, he happily to his bag of firearms and walked straight into hell. He liked this situation, which was kind of sickening...it was all fun and games for him and it made her wonder for a moment, why? Why was he so different to the rest of them? How could he be so disconnected from the real situation around him and be able to find the fun in it? Some may have said that attitude was admirable but she still thought he was just bat shit crazy.

She furrowed her brows at him, turned and switched the radio off before settling her eyes on Justin again "Hawaii would be the best bet,” Justin proclaimed, it’d be about the 4th time he’d said it today alone but it became aware that Hawaii was the place that Justin wanted to be at. She smiled slightly, nodding a little “Hawaii doesn’t sound so bad...” she mused, it sure didn’t. She wasn’t sure what the odds were and the chances of that place being free of infection, but Justin wasn’t stupid he wouldn’t have suggested a place without reason...it was likely he’d done a hell of a lot of thinking about this.

Her eyes moved back to Stan again, he seemed to like the idea of Hawaii too. She found herself furrowing her brows in disgust by the words spilling out of his mouth again. It was a known fact that Stan was certainly, without a doubt...single and who could really be blamed for making such a judgment? He spoke as if he was some randy assed teenage boy, not some fully grown man. All he seemed to give a shit about was hunting, beer and women and she was certain one of those three things he never got. She turned her eyes toward Justin and Jim, who both looked as disapproving as she did.

Stan’s laugh made her skin crawl, which was evident by the look of displeasure on her face. Anna forced a smile “...He may not swing that way, but something tells me...if you got him a pig, he’d be very happy..” she muttered to Justin and Jim, a tiny smirk appearing on her lips as she did. She carried Thomas over to one of the chairs and took a seat down, letting the 6 year old sit on her lap. Thomas had become quickly clingy to Anna and more so then usual, he was scared and with every right to be. She looked back up at Justin and Jim “...What if he’s wrong?...Adler i mean...” she asked, she had to get it off her chest because otherwise it’d bug her. She hugged Thomas close to her, once more letting his head rest on her shoulder “What if we get out of here, only to...walk straight into the same situation somewhere else?”

Comments: I tiiiiiiiiiiiired
Outfit: Practical Attire no heels when killing zombies!
Word Count: 1000+
Mood: tiiiiiiiiiiired I go back to bed!

[Simon Ryan]

April 14th, Manhattan Mall

“Hey, be careful there...take a few steps back...” Simon wished and rolled his eyes as he put his hands up and took a few steps away from the edge as his sister requested, but of course he did it in an attitude. He didn’t like being treated like glass, because he wasn’t glass. If he was, then he wouldn’t still be alive while everyone else in the world was dead or the living dead. It’s not like he didn’t have a few close calls, but he was still in solid shape. Obviously is sister was more protective of him than he was for her. He was probably more protective of his little brother than Anna. But, that was because Anna could take better care of herself than Thomas. “Okay, I’m sorry, I should think twice before I get to close from ledges and pointy objects, I guess tat means I should watch out for the food I eat too.” He explained. He was obviously a little annoyed. Not just with how protective Anna was but also that he had no idea what to do with himself now.

"Well, with the way he's talking, it would seem like everyone else got a free pass from this horse shit, Which I say is bullshit." Simon furrowed his brows and took a sip of the beer Anna gave him. He was going easy, just like she told him too. He looked over at the big guy they just came in counter with who started getting annoyed. "Turn that sum'bitch off already, will you? Stupid asshole is messing with my shot. 'Sides, he's full of crap anyway." Simon nodded. “Good idea, that so called President is just trying to calm all us survivors down until the undead finally tears our faces off.” He explained as he turned away as he took another sip of the beer. He looked at out into the view and what a view it was. Zombies running a much down there, they were trapped. There was only so much he could do to protect this group. All he had was a bloody metal hat from home.

"I doubt anywhere stateside is safe, Hawaii would be the best bet." Simon made an interested grumbling side from inside his mouth. Almost like a groan but more enthusiastic. Going to some tropical island where the sun was always shining and the was crystal clear. It sounded nice, except for the fact that there would be Hawaiian zombies to worry about once they got there. “Sounds pretty sweet way to settle down for a permanent vacation in this little zombie land. But what do we do once we get there and all the Hawaiian zombies come after us?” He asked them with a shrug. "Hawaii, huh? That'd be somethin' else now...Hawaiiii-iiii-iiiii" Simon looked at the guy strangely turned away slowly and gave Anna weird stare before taking another sip of his beer. What an interesting group him and his siblings had found ever since they got home.

"Who's handing out the lays? Justin was that you volunteering? I'm flattered, but I don't swing that way... Sorry, Charlie..." Simon raised a brow over at the group again. It seemed like there was some homosexual joking around going on and Simon decided to stay quiet for that one. He wasn’t going to say anything since Simon indeed swung both ways. He liked guys, he liked girls. He was still pre virtuous still. He did get down make out with a few people when he was high here and there. “...He may not swing that way, but something tells me...if you got him a pig, he’d be very happy..” Although he was standing opposite the rest his snicker could probably be heard from his front side. He turned and crossed his arms, overlooking the group. His little brother was off in the corner trying to stand up the long metal back that Simon took from his house. “Be careful with that back, buddy. I don’t want you to get blood all over yourself.” He said as he walked over and took the bat from him.

"Why don't one of you do something useful and teach the kid how to shotgun a beer, or something..." Simon glared over at the big guy over with the shotgun. He let a sigh escape his lips as he took a another quick drink of the beer. “My sister told me to take it easy, so I’m doing what she tells me before she gives herself a heart attack with all the stressful paranoia she carries.” She explained and kept drinking, there were only a few sips left by now. “...What if he’s wrong?...Adler i mean... What if we get out of here, only to...walk straight into the same situation somewhere else?” Simon sighed and decided to chug down the rest of his beer, and he then proceeded to throw the empty bottle down and it ironically hit one of the infected on the head and went down. “Well, if we get as lucky as I just did there… then I think we have quite a fight on our hands.” He explained. Simon was suddenly feeling a lot more confident.

[James 'Jim' Hunter]

James Hunter

Jim considered himself lucky in regards to company right now, sure the redneck was a little off putting at times and would in Jim’s opinion, more or less get himself killed in any close contact with those things. It wasn’t because he was useless; it was because he enjoyed the kill far too much. Killing them wasn’t enough, no he’d probably have to torture them too. He understood the whole ‘making room for your own entertainment’ but using the infected as target practice, just to amuse yourself...it got one wondering...was it really that easy for him to open fire on others? Yes, they were infected but at the end of the day they were people once and still sort of looked like people. When he’d first opened fire on one of those things, it’d made him sick to his stomach but Stan; he seemed to have no feelings what so ever.

James didn’t know all about his situation, the only ones whose story he’d gotten to know was Anna’s and a little of Justin’s, from Anna. Truth be told, Justin he wasn’t the kind of guy to sit and pour his heart out to you where as Anna was more inclined to do so. Her morning had started off in a similar manner to James’s only, Anna had, had to protect her siblings from their parents and kill them both in the process. That was a hard situation for anyone, and this young woman she took it all in her stride. He knew, for the most part the brave face was there for her brothers and that was entirely expected. Justin appeared to be her rock right now, he seemed to keep her on her feet at the best of times and a bond like that was often made in dire situations. They were still pretty much strangers to one another, but when shit got ugly people had to allow themselves to warm to strangers fast and to depend on them more then they’d have done it life was just normal again.

As Anna came out onto the roof, she was kick to show her protective nature when Simon had positioned himself on the edge of the roof. He narrowed his eyes on the younger man, whom was indeed scarily close to the edge. God forbid a strong gust of wind came, he’d have fallen over the top. If he managed to survive the drop, he’d be in a whole world of pain, unable to get away and those things would have turned his ass into an all you can eat buffet. Of course, without a doubt Simon was getting tiresome of being treated like a child, being over protected by his big sister and quickly copped an attitude about it. This familiarised him all too much with his own family, his girls and the way they’d get so uppity about one another ‘meddling’ but he could see they were just looking out for one another as best as they could, just like Anna was trying to do for Simon and Thomas.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I should think twice before I get to close from ledges and pointy objects, I guess tat means I should watch out for the food I eat too.” Simon retorted sorely. James raised a brow at him; usually he’d have not said anything but there was no need for that kind of tone. She was doing the best she could and quite frankly, standing where he had been, was kind of a little dumb “Hey...she’s just looking out for you; you should count yourself lucky you have that. That’s more than a lot of people left out there have.” James spoke to Simon, his tone was calm, and somewhat authoritive the tone he often took toward his own children. He wasn’t going to shout at the kid, or scold him it wasn’t his place and he could empathise with his situation but there was no need to cop an attitude about it. He wasn’t sure if he’d argue back, he hoped he didn’t because it wasn’t a fight he was looking for. He was hoping that maybe instead of complaining about his over protective sister, that he’d see it more as a privilege then anything else. His little girl was out there all by herself, if she’d had her big sister with her he knew that he’d have been a lot more settled in himself.

Attention soon turned to the presidential speech playing over the radio. He was never one for politics, and even if he had been would have likely abandoned such a thing due to the nature of the situation. Adler didn’t give a shit about these people, he was off god knows where, living his life easily whilst other people were stuck in this shit hole. So, anything he had to say really didn’t pass his ears. The promise of rescue was absurd, it had been two weeks, two damn weeks of hell and so far nothing had been done about the survivors left here...they were left for dead. "Well, with the way he's talking, it would seem like everyone else got a free pass from this horse shit, Which I say is bullshit." Justin said, Jim could only agree, nodding his head as he took a sip of his beer and then lurch started getting all uppity about it. He was right in some aspect, he was full of crap...there was really no need in listening anymore.

“Good idea, that so called President is just trying to calm all us survivors down until the undead finally tears our faces off.” Simon said, again true. Right now they were looking to restore others faith, but as far as he was concerned The President had saved his own skin, leaving people like him behind. He wouldn’t be getting anything out of James, hell it wouldn’t have surprised him if all this shit was down to the government. Still, he wasn’t one to let his theories overcome common sense, it could have been the government but he was more than convinced it wasn’t. Though Adler had left them here, there was nothing but genuine concern in that mans tone, it wasn’t an act..no sir, the greatest actor in the world couldn’t fake that. Even so, he’d bailed at the worse time and things were bleak, no one would trust his words and if they did...they were stupid. “Clearly he doesn’t have a clue what we’re facing here, because if he did he wouldn’t be trying to calm a situation that evidently can’t be solved over milk and cookies.” He commented, sipping his beer again. President Adler could stick it.

Jim fleeted his eyes toward Justin who suggested Hawaii. Now, he knew this guy wasn’t some dumbass, clearly he’d thought about this not to mention, suggesting it a whole bunch of times. It appeared Hawaii really did appeal to him. James was down for trying anything, but not until he’d got his kids back...once they were back, safe and sound, he’d go anywhere to escape this hell but he could not for one moments consider leaving this island until he knew what state his children were in. “Sounds pretty sweet way to settle down for a permanent vacation in this little zombie land. But what do we do once we get there and all the Hawaiian zombies come after us?” Simon asked, Jim parted his lips from his bottle and narrowed his eyes on him “Kids got a point. We don’t know what’s waiting there, I mean...in a day or two this thing spread like wildfire here, we went from one day being normal and the next...this.” James said gesturing around them, the hell hole their home had now become.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m all in favour of taking myself out of this god forsaken mess but, into what will we be heading toward?” James asked turning his eyes to Justin directly. The older man shrugged “Adler seems to think it’s just us that are suffering from this, but how many days, weeks until it’s the rest of the world.” He didn’t like to be a pessimist but in times like these one had to think of all the angles, it wasn’t so easy just getting out of here and going off to some remote location in the hopes that there was nothing there but safety. “I like the idea, but I’d also like to know just how far this thing has spread before I start planning on a getaway.” He said gently, bringing his bottle to his lips and taking a generous sip. He liked Justin; he was a good guy with good head on his shoulders. He wasn’t inclined to sit here and wait for something to happen, he wanted to get a plan sorted and get out of here, they all did but he had taken the initiative and that was something to respect.

He shortly shifted his gaze to Stan who said something that he wasn’t really sure of, he didn’t understand a lot of what this cook had been saying and for the most part just chose to ignore whatever horse shit piled out of his mouth. He looked at Anna who made a quiet reference to Stan’s sexual preferences and the possible attraction to animals, most likely pigs, which caused a small chuckle to pass the man’s lips. James shook his head, a small grin developing on his face as he took another swig of his beer. Fleeting a glance toward Simon he watched him walk over to Thomas, that poor kid, he was only 6 years old and really without any clue as to what was going on. It must have been tough, not only for him but the rest of them too and certainly Anna who was now pretty much carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. Stan suggested teaching Simon to neck a beer that was not a good idea.

James snorted at Stan “...Because making target practise out of those things is productive? You just worry about yourself, will ya?” he replied. As far as he could see his actions were more or less counterproductive, shooting those things even with the silencer on was risky, it’d only take for one of them to spot him and those fuckers would come in a horde trying to smash their way in again. Simon replied, actually listening to Anna’s advice of taking it easy, the last thing they needed was a drunk teen on their hands. He mentioned about fighting, which gave James an idea. He finished his beer and set the empty bottle down on the floor, before turning to Simon “Speaking of, don’t you think it’s time you ditched that bat for something more...useful?” he asked, turning his eyes slightly toward Anna as if looking for permission. Stepping forward he took the bat, lifted it up and eyed it, it was a decent weight, good for swinging but with that in mind it meant he’d have to be in close contact to do so and that was dangerous, especially with large groups of those things.

“I could teach you how to shoot. With your sisters’ permission of course” he urged, letting his eyes narrow on Anna. She’d know herself that he’d benefit far greater knowing how to shoot a gun then to just trust his swinging when it came to knocking heads off, it was dangerous getting close to them things and a gun was his safest bet. Once Anna had given him the nod, he turned to Simon “We’ll head back down stairs, it’s better if we do it inside...too much noise up here might draw attention and we don’t want that.” James said. The man nodded toward Anna and Justin before walking passed the duo and led the way across the roof and back toward the door, urging Simon to follow. He was doing it to help the kid, but also give Anna and Justin a chance to talk about plans without having to worry about what they were saying around the younger ones, some things that just didn’t need to hear.

James walked across the roof, guiding Simon and Thomas to come with him, he’d keep the boys safe and he knew both Anna and Justin knew that too.

[Justin Miller]

When one first looks at Mister Stanley Holtz, you could rest assure that nothing intelligent would ever come out of that guys mouth. Stanley looks like he never had anything to say that was worth a damn and he never did.

But despite that, they've all put up with Stanley for the time being. Only being able to speak for himself, Justin put up with the moron because they needed as many survivors as they could get. And it certainly didn't hurt matters that the man once served in the military and knew his way around a gun.

Despite being a total jerkoff, Stanley was pretty damn useful in certain situations. However, for the most part, Justin had to lean on Jim and Anna a little more than he would have liked to. Stanley refused to do anything that Justin asked him, unless it was to sit up on the roof and play the role of the look out. Stanley loved sitting on the roof, picking off the zombies one by one. That's why Justin constantly kept putting him up there.

He also stuck like a pot-bellied pig that constantly slept in it's own filth, so that was another good reason to keep Stan on the roof.

"You should do something useful Stan and donate yourself to the last remaining scientists so they could study the effects of inbreeding," Justin said, looking out past all the zombies and the hell that New York had become. Jim was right, as was Simon. Nobody knew what was beyond New York, although they were all quite positive that the infection wasn't just contained to New York. All it took was one of them getting free for all hell to break loose. That's how New York went down, after all.

"Well, the only way that this... virus or whatever gets around is through biting... not through the air," Justin said with certainty. "If it was airborne virus, than all of us would be just like all of them," Justin knew it would be hard, almost impossible, for any zombie to get across an ocean to a practically isolated island. "The only way I could think is that one of the infected climbed on a boat or someshit. Or Michael Phelps is a zombie."

"The only other possibility would be to head as far south as we could possibly go and put out backs to the ocean," Justin may have ripped that idea from "Grindhouse", but it was a pretty damn solid idea. "It's going to get to the point where we're all just sitting ducks," Justin knew that at some point, they were going to have to leave the mall. It was only logic because they were going to run out of supplies. It was going to become more and more dangerous having to go out on supply runs when you need to gather everything that you could find.

But Justin was hopeful that point was a little farther off so he could truly start formulating a plan to get the fuck out of his good forsaken hell hole.

"As for right now... I really need a sandwhich."

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[NPC]

STANLEY HOLTZ

"You should do something useful Stan and donate yourself to the last remaining scientists so they could study the effects of inbreeding," Justin said, he was a funny fucker. Despite seeming to be silently at ward, he liked the guy he had guts and that was something many people didn't have these days (not because the zombies had eaten them all, but just because) Stan merely chuckled to himself.

“What if we get out of here, only to...walk straight into the same situation somewhere else?” Anna asked. Stan looked over his shoulder at the brunette, that was a damn good question. He didn't say anything at first, simply turned his head away and continued watching those flesh eating fuckers walking around on the parking lot.

They were talking about hawaii and he sure did like the sound of that, the only problem was...how did they know hawaii was safe? he'd happily go there if he knew he'd be greeted by them hot girls in there coconut bras and grass skirts. Except, he figured if this was so those girls would maybe be missing an arm or two and have a craving for human flesh...yeah, he was happy here thanks.

When Justin mentioned about the virus spreading through biting and physical contact, Stan spoke up hardly realising he'd done so "That's not true" he muttered. Stopping, he lowered his gun, turned his eyes to look over his shoulder at the man as he stood there "I saw this guy in the central park, he shot one of those things point blank in the face...got a little splash back an' the next thin' you know he's runnin' around bitin' chunks outta people. It's inside of them, there saliva, in their blood. It may not be in the air but it's easy to become one of them, trust me...i seen it happen." Stanley told them, straight up he'd seen it happen at first hand. What he failed to mention was the dude was his buddy, his drinking buddy Earl...god he missed that crazy fucker.

Stan turned his eyes back across the parking lot “I know ya’ll probably won’t listen to a word I say an’ I don’t blame ya’ll for that but...I think we should be findin’ us a way out of this place. I been sittin’ here for days now an they just keep on comin’ it’s only a matta o’time before they get in. Now, I didn’t say nuffin in front of the kid but we can’t stay here for much longer, I give us a week tops.” He said, turning his eyes back to face the both of them.

“Can’t just walk outta here, because there ‘s probably more them mother fuckers still comin’ I think we should check out the sewer system. It’s the safest route as far as I can see.” He said with a shrug, whether they listened or not was down to them. Stan may have acted like a stupid fucker at times but he knew what he was talking about.

[Anna Ryan]

Anna Ryan

Manhattan Mall
James pretty much saved Simon from a tongue lashing; the look she sent at the young man was more than enough to show him she wasn’t going to allow him to cop an attitude with her. He was having a hard time here, as were they all and that was no excuse to be a little shit about it. Lucky James came to his rescue because if he hadn’t she’d have bitten his head off. The tension was mounting, she was growing impatient, tired and downright fed up of this situation. If it hadn’t been for Justin, she’d have gone loopy. He had proven to be her rock at the moment.

He wanted out of here as much as she did but he was a lot calmer then she and often kept the peace amongst them. She felt safe with Justin, funny that since she’d known him for all of two weeks and here she trusted him with her life. Well in situations like this one could not afford to be choosy, besides they all had to band together to get out on top. Justin wasn’t a bad person to have on your side in hard times, he was supportive and reassuring and that was something Anna really needed right now. She’d allowed herself to get close to him and that was some normality for her. They needed some normality, it stopped you from going bat shit crazy.

When talk of getting out here arose, she liked the idea. Anywhere was better than here but each made a valid argument against why maybe it was a bad idea. She watched Justin as he spoke, despite him putting his game face on and taking charge she knew that he was bearing the brave face, it was clear to her. Still, you had to admire him for his strength because he certainly did keep the group together. It was nice to have Jim here too, he was older then she and Justin and held some form of authority mostly over Simon who he handled well, giving Anna and Justin one less thing to worry about. He kept him in check.

Sitting ducks didn’t sound fun. She tilted her head watching Justin, gently extending her hand out to him and gripped his hand tightly. She gave a reassuring smile “We’re gonna be fine” she assured him. It was all she could do right now. Anna kept his hand tight and was ready to head off with him but Stan spoke up. She turned her eyes toward him, the first thing he’d said in a long time that actually was worth listening to. She shrugged slightly “He has a good point.” She turned her eyes toward Justin “Underground, we could avoid those things entirely and we’d have a safe route out of here if anything turned sour.” She contemplated biting her lower lip as she thought.

Turning her hazel eyes toward Justin she whispered squeezing his hand “I don’t like the idea of you going down there to check it out but well...maybe...” she trailed, nodding toward Stan as if hinting toward him going down. She furrowed her brows at Justin, she cared about him, there was no god damn way she was letting him go down “Or, At least...as backup if you decide to be really stubborn and want to go...i could go too...” she smiled a little trying to reason with him. She couldn’t tell him flat out what to do, that wasn’t right but she did care a lot about his well being and she wanted him to know that.

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[Simon Ryan]

April 14th, Manhattan Mall

“Hey...she’s just looking out for you; you should count yourself lucky you have that. That’s more than a lot of people left out there have.” Simon crossed his arms and nodded his head. Although he didn’t like to be bossed around or even told what he can and can’t do, he did have a point. They already lost all the family they had, now it was just down to the three of them and he didn’t blame Anna for being over protective. But he didn’t much like it either. It was like he was stuck being the kid. He might as well go play off in the corner with his baby brother rather than being a part of helping get them out of here. “Yeah, I get that… But she needs to remember I’m not eight years old anymore.” He said, looking over at Jim and then back to Anna. He was probably one of the only outsides that Simon actually liked so far. Of course he wasn’t going to tell Anna about that.

“Kids got a point. We don’t know what’s waiting there, I mean...in a day or two this thing spread like wildfire here, we went from one day being normal and the next...this.” Simon looked out to all the zombies on the ground, spread out around the outside of the mall. They were lucky to have found such a safe and secure place or they’d be screwed right about now with either no head or a new craving for flesh. “Exactly. Which is why we need to stop sitting around and drink until those basterds get in.” He explained. He took the beer to his lips and drank it again, he then took a deep breath, feeling the alcohol starting to calm him down. “I know ya’ll probably won’t listen to a word I say an’ I don’t blame ya’ll for that but...I think we should be findin’ us a way out of this place. I been sittin’ here for days now an they just keep on comin’ it’s only a matta o’time before they get in. Now, I didn’t say nuffin in front of the kid but we can’t stay here for much longer, I give us a week tops.” Simon nodded his head and looked around, “See?” He said, knowing he was right.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m all in favour of taking myself out of this god forsaken mess but, into what will we be heading toward? Adler seems to think it’s just us that are suffering from this, but how many days, weeks until it’s the rest of the world.” Simon wasn’t sure what to say anymore, because it only really seemed like one or two people was actually hearing him out. He was the teenager, which meant he couldn’t be right above everyone else. “There are plenty of other survivors out there besides us, people that we could team up with and we could all fight together.” Simon explained. If he could make it through this then there must be others, probably some being turned into the walking dead right now. “You never know who might be out there waiting for us. Besides the ones who want to rip us apart.” He added as he rubbed his head with his hand and sighed.

“...Because making target practise out of those things is productive? You just worry about yourself, will ya? Speaking of, don’t you think it’s time you ditched that bat for something more...useful?” Simon waved his bat I nthe air as he observed it, Jim was right about that one, he should really trade in his bat for something a little more usefull. It was an old bat that he took from home, it had blood splattered all over it and even thought Simon already tried to clean it off, he had little success. “Yeah, I guess so. I just haven’t found much of anything better since I left home.. I picked this up on the way out when all this started.” He explained as he looked at the bloody bat and then tossed it aside. He now knew that some kind of gun would be more useful right about now, especially with the undead popular raising at a very fast speed.

“I could teach you how to shoot. With your sisters’ permission of course.. We’ll head back down stairs, it’s better if we do it inside...too much noise up here might draw attention and we don’t want that.” Thinking about it, Simon could really use the target practice. He didn’t really have much experience with a gun, or how to shoot or even aim with it. He was going to need somebody to help him out, so why not the only guy around besides his little brother that he actually liked? He nodded his head with a light smirk. “Sure, that sounds great! I think I’ll really need it for later. God only knows what will be after us next.” He said with a short and brief chuckle between his teeth. Jim was the helpful guy that didn’t seem to be a complete ass all the time. He didn’t want to out there in front of all those zombies and miss ever fire he shoots. He’d be so dead if was actually stupid enough to try it.

"I saw this guy in the central park, he shot one of those things point blank in the face...got a little splash back an' the next thin' you know he's runnin' around bitin' chunks outta people. It's inside of them, there saliva, in their blood. It may not be in the air but it's easy to become one of them, trust me...i seen it happen." Simon took a another sip of the beer before letting out a heavy sigh. They seemed to turn so quickly from being dead one minute and then your dead the next.. Any amount of minutes after that you’re a zombie. Either you’re trying to get everyone else killed so you can feed off them like a cannibal. "You should do something useful Stan and donate yourself to the last remaining scientists so they could study the effects of inbreeding," Simon glared over at Justin. “And maybe should donate yourself to they can do one final study of the biggest surviving dickhead in New York.” He said with an angered attitude. Justin’s attitude pissed him off sometimes and had no right to make everyone feel like shit after people have already lost their lives and families.

“He has a good point. Underground, we could avoid those things entirely and we’d have a safe route out of here if anything turned sour.” It was a pretty good idea, going underground. There certainly might not have any zombies down there, any way to get in down there is too difficult for a zombie to figure out. “That could work..” Simon said as he stroked his chin slightly and thought about it. “I don’t like the idea of you going down there to check it out but well...maybe... Or, At least...as backup if you decide to be really stubborn and want to go...i could go too...” Simon took a final chug of his beer and threw the empty bottle right off the ledge as he walked over to Anna, shaking his head. “No way in hell am I letting you go down there, especially not without me.” He explained in a serious tone. He wasn’t going to risk Anna getting hurt just because of some crush on this stupid guy she barely knew.