Topic: Location: Ouskirts of New York

There wasn’t much in this life left for one to get a thrill from, but one thing the brunette could count on was the rush she got in taking down the undead. And good sex.  But even that was just as tricky as it had been back before. Cole Fairchild hitched the backpack up further on her shoulder as she sprinted away from the small massacre she had just created and left behind. A small grin tugged at her lips as she darted away. It really wasn’t much, but it was something, and she had a heavy pack on her shoulder that held some non-perishables her little group would definitely appreciate; as well as the mysterious and long chocolate bar that was tucked away secretly inside her jacket. That Cole was going to share with her dad and well, a certain someone else.

Cole shielded her eyes as she lifted her gaze to the sky, the sun still had a ways to go which meant she could make it back before nightfall. Making it back to wherever you called safe before the sun went down was a blessing most everyone could agree on. No one wanted to be out and about in the dark with nothing for shelter, not even her. She slowed her pace down to a jog and then to a walk before stopping and reaching for a bottle of water. Once finished she recapped it and tucked it back away in the backpack, her head tilting sideways as she listened for any sound that might mean trouble. Hearing nothing she peaked around the corner of a house just in case, but it was pretty much all clear. That struck her as odd, but only briefly as she continued on her way.

She was almost there, almost home free (or so she thought) when she heard it. And not the ‘it’ sounds that were normal. Cole froze, her blue eyes darting around for any sign of something, then whistled. Nothing. No response, no answer. “Shit.” That wasn’t good.

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A trail of blood could be seen on the floor and it was leading around a corner. A sound of squelching could be heard from that direction. The blood trail leads to a body lying on the floor, two zombies were kneeling over it, pulling out the intestines from its stomach with their bare hands that had long sharp claw-like fingernails, and were munching on the organs, occasionally they dropped a few pieces of meat on the floor, creating a disturbing splat sound as it hit the concrete, leaving a splatter of blood.

A few more bodies could be seen as well, it looked like they were trying to run away and there were signs of a struggle. It was hard to identify them, as they were also surrounded by zombies. A small horde had recently passed through this part of town.

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Shit. Shit. Shit.

The word ran through her head like it was a record stuck on repeat. It wasn’t the sight of all the blood, or internal body parts that had her bringing a free hand up to cover her mouth, no it was the sound that that was reaching her ears. No, it was that horrifying squelching, slurping sound that was making her gag. Okay, if Cole was being honest, it was a combination of both, of the scene she had just strolled into.

Her eyes darted around, searching for some familiar piece of clothing, for some sign that those she actually cared about had gotten away…were safe. But with the blood and the zombies and the steps backwards she was taking, it was just too hard to tell much of anything. The only thing that really mattered at the moment was getting away without bringing attention to herself. Cole tossed a quick glance over her shoulder, as she took another step back the way she had come; she’d get away, find some shelter for the night and figure out just what she was doing then.

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OOC: Sorry ^_^ - GM

IC:

As Cole stepped back, her foot slipped on some of the blood and a piece of partially chewed meat on the floor, which caused her to fall down. The sound of the fall alerted a couple of zombies who turned their heads in the direction of Cole. They let out a low groan and slowly got up from their feed and edged towards Cole, their legs dragging behind them.

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Had it really been too much to ask? Cole should have known that there was no way she was going to get out of the place without either calling attention to herself somehow. She had been cautious enough entering, placing her feet just right so as not to slip, but all that had flown right out of her mind as she had tried to escape. Obviously walking backwards was not the best idea. There was no stopping the fact. She felt her booted foot slipping and there was nothing she could do except to go with the fall and land right on her ass, right in the smeared sickly-sweet blood.

“Oof-“ Cole’s breath escaped from between clenched teeth as she landed ass first, eyes widening as the commotion drew the attention she had sought to avoid. Guess that was just her luck. Nothing had gone smooth since the whole mess had started, so why start now? She quickly slid herself backwards, tossing a glance over her shoulder before rolling to the side and to her feet. The seat of her jeans felt like it was soaked, but that didn’t stop her from letting her eyes dart around for something that would be easy to grab than her own.


OOC: Did we ever discuss what weapons out characters have?

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Raising one hand to shield his eyes from the late afternoon sun, Simon Cade carefully picked his way down the side of the partially collapsed house where he'd been resting, coming to a stop when he reached the ground. The lawn might have been a picturesque suburban spread of green before, but now it was overgrown with weeds, the carefully cultured grass being choked out by its wild counterparts.

Cade was close to giving up on this district. Two weeks now and no sign of living humans in the area; at this point Cade would be happy to see anyone. His food stock was down to a can of tomato sauce and some slightly withered apples, and his water bottle was completely empty. Curse these Americans and their poor diets! Everything he'd found was rotting or contaminated, and all the water sources needed electricity to work. He'd had better luck in the farmlands to the north. "Screw the wolves, maybe I should just head back there," he muttered, stopping at the gate to the white picket fence that surrounded the lawn.

As the gate creaked open, Cade saw what looked like movement in the house across the street. Deciding that curiosity's action on the cat was a one-time deal, he called out softly in accented English, "Hello? Someone still living in there?" as he drew a knife.

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She didn't have to look to know that her hands were covered in someone's blood. There was no mistaking that particular feel of wetness, a wetness that she immediately started to wipe on the legs of her jeans as she continued backing away from the two zombies. The voice from outside startled her, but only briefly, and it wasn't one that Cole recognized. Which could either be a good thing or a bad thing.

"If you can call it that." Cole tossed the words over her shoulder.

Cole

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The voice was young, American, and female; in his experience that meant 40% chance of a survivor, 60% chance of it being a trap. On the off chance it wasn't a trap, though, Cade very much wanted to meet the owner of the voice, and if it was a trap.... maybe they had food. As he approached what looked like the main entrance to the house, Cade heard a very concerning groaning sound. "Somehow it does not sound like everyone in there is on the same page, devushka," he replied, reaching out slowly and quietly checking the doorknob as he unsnapped the cover on his holster.

If this was a trap, he fully intended to be armed with something better than a Gerber when the der'mo hit the fan.

OOC: Is the front door locked? Unsure how Cole got in, back door or front door?

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It was really now or never; there was no time for Cole to debate whether she wanted to flee outside to where she knew there was at least one living person, or if she wanted to take her chances here inside. It was only two zombies and surely if she planned her attack right, she would be able to take care of both of them before having to worry if whoever it was outside was friendly or not.

This was the first time since the whole thing had started that she was actually alone and she felt a pang of grief rise up; she couldn’t flee, she had to know if it was her father’s blood that was all over her or worse…

The person spoke again, definitely and definitely accented,  “…And that is highly unfortunate.” Cole reached down and slid her trench knife free from its sheath and let her backpack fall to the floor, a slightly thud resounding through the room. In order to get answers these two had to be taken care of and, it would be best to meet whoever it was that was outside afterwards.

She advanced on the first zombie, edging sideways to put a bit of distance between herself and the second one. It also moved her away from the front door and it’s rattling doorknob. Knife raised she took aim at the zombie’s head.

Cole

OOC: awaiting GM. I would think she used the back, since Cade didn't see her from his perch.

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The front door was currently locked with a deadlock night latch, so although the door handle was able to freely move, the deadlock prevented the door from opening. However, there was an open window on the floor above, big enough for somebody to climb through.

The two zombies edged closer to Cole, the one in front had a broken ankle, so was moving much slower than the one behind. It was wearing a tattered red flannel shirt and jeans, blood covered its mouth and bits of flesh hanged from its teeth. A string of black drool and blood dribbled down the zombie's chin as it got closer.

The knife penetrated the zombie from underneath the jaw and went up through the roof of the mouth. The zombie turned into a rag doll, his arms spasmed and twitched which caused his claw-like fingernails to scratch Cole's arm. The other zombie was unable to move past the rag doll, due to the twitching and the narrow corridor.

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The door was a no-go, much to his chagrin. Cade let go of the door handle, stepping back to re-examine the suburban dwelling as he silently muttered curses in mixed English.

There - a window, cracked open, likely by the original owners just prior to evacuation. Still grumbling, Cade grabbed the edge of the windowsill and, with a substantial level of effort, hauled himself up into the window. Inside, the owner of the voice, a brunette woman about his age, was pressed against a zombie that looked like it'd seen better days, with a second trapped behind the first. At least it didn't seem to be a trap; no one was crazy enough to wrestle zombies just for the authenticity. With how close they were together and the noise hazard, he didn't feel comfortable using his pistol, and there wasn't enough room to take out his bow in the window, which left him with one option.

Tugging the knife best balanced for throwing out - a heavy piece with no hilt - Cade pulled his arm back, said "Don't move, devushka," and brought his arm forward in a snapping motion. As the blade went flying forward towards the second zombie's face, rotating slowly, he drew his combat knife and charged in.

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It was disgusting, thoroughly disgusting, but she had gotten over that a long time ago. Or at least it felt like it. Now, it was either escape the zombie or drive your knife through their head’s, or risk certain death. Fortunately, her aim was a true as it should have been, sliding forcefully up and taking out the one threat. There was still the other to worry about as well, as the living one that she assumed was trying to get into the house. Her brain didn’t have time to register the scratch before the accented voice from before spoke from behind her.

"Don't move, devushka,"

What the hell?

Was that a don’t move or I’ll shoot, or a don’t move, don’t move? Cole felt the wind from the knife as it flew past her head and tugged her knife free from the zombie as and out in a defensive manner as she spun around to put her back towards the wall. That way she could keep both threats in her peripheral vision.

"What the... Did you come in through the fucking window?"

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A clean hit, though instead of the eye socket Cade had been aiming for the knife took the zombie in the center of the forehead, knocking it sprawling. Damn it, he thought, moderately annoyed, now I'm going to have to get that back out, and it's going to be covered in zombie bits... "I'm afraid the door was not going to let me in without an excessive amount of smashing and breaking," he replied, trying to smile pleasantly but only managing slightly-less-grumpy, his irritation thickening his accent slightly. "My apologies for abrupt demand, but it seemed better to risk ruffling feathers rather than let you be lunch."

With the hand that was still clutching the knife, he gestured to the second zombie on the floor as he dropped quietly from the window ledge to the blood-soaked carpet and began to move toward the creature. "If you don't mind, I think that one might only be..." Damn. The English word escaped him for the moment, and he improvised. "Asleep? Not good if he wake up and chew our ankles while we greet each other."

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"Yeah well, it was locked for a reason. Not like I can arrest you for breaking and entering, anymore." Well, she could, complete with handcuffs, but what good would it really do. Plus, he had just climbed through a window to help her kill a zombie, if there was something nefarious he wanted it would have made more sense to wait and let the things take her out. But he had not. That did not mean she was lowering her defense or her knife, either.

Cole's gaze followed as he moved towards the thing. Sure she could have handled it, could have slid her own knife into the thing and ended it's miserable non-life, but if he wanted to play the part she was content to let him. She gestured for him to go ahead, as it gave her time to gather her thoughts, something she had not been able to since arriving back...home. Except it was no longer home. It had been invaded and from the looks of it no one else was there.

She turned away, and whistled their signal. But no response came. Her face tensed up and she snatched her backpack up from where it had fallen. First things first, "I'd say make yourself at home, but it isn't much of a home anymore." And she headed down the hallway to the room she had shared with a few people; she really wanted out of the blood soaked jeans and there just happened to be an extra pair in her things.

Cole

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Cade knelt next to the prone form, curious despite himself. Was it dead just from the impact? "Have you already laid claim to this house?" he asked Cole's retreating form. "I do not wish to take over your sleeping arrangements, but somewhere out of the weather would be appreciated."

The zombie's eyes started to open. Damn. It appeared that just a concussion wasn't enough to permanently stop them, which was too bad, because having to decapitate these things every time was a pain in the neck. Grasping the handle of the knife, Cade jerked it sharply to the side, snapping the thing's neck with one clean jerk. The blade itself was jammed rather firmly in; after a moment's contemplation, he decided that it wasn't worth the effort, and left it there. Going to have to move these things out of here; they already stink. Or maybe that's their snack on the floor that smells. He looked down at the puddles of blood, innards, human bits, and dead zombies, and felt what little enthusiasm he'd had for coming in here ebb away.

Well, maybe this wasn't a total waste. The woman is attractive after all, and maybe she knows where I can find water. He started to call out to her, decided on second thought that it might bring more biters, and settled for beginning to drag the bodies - and pieces of bodies to the door. "Vremya udobryat' sad," he said to no one in particular, the first zombie's body heavier than he'd expected. "I am going to need serious bath after this."

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Cole waited until she had changed jeans and was walking back into the room where the strange guys was. Yes, it was probably a stupid move to take off to go change ones clothes with some random stranger just a few rooms away, almost like she was begging for some attack. But he had helped her out with the zombies, and he had not followed her. That did not mean she did not take any precautions; Cole waited to make sure she was not followed and yeah, she did barricade the door.

She walked back out, with her cleaner pair of jeans and spied him trying to drag the bodies, "It's a roof, but it doesn't have any running water."

"Yeah, we had. But it looks like its just me now so...." her voice trailed off, "Is it just you?" Cole crossed her arms, her gaze gluing itself to him."

Cole

OOC: Crappy, sorry!

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OOC: No worries!

IC: The first zombie was now out the window. Cade had initially planned on moving all the offal all the way to the edge of the yard, but now was content to just get them (it?) out of the house. With a deep breath that he instantly regretted, he started to drag the next zombie out. "It is just me for most part. Was me and dog earlier, but ah.... did not work out so well." Probably shouldn't tell her too much about it, it'll just upset her. With a substantial heave, the second zombie corpse joined its comrade in the grass. "By use of word 'had', may I assume that you knew the people that the devils here killed?" He straightened, flexing backwards slightly in an attempt to crack his back. "If so, I am sorry."

He was about to add that they seemed like good people, but since none of the bodies was even intact, let alone identifiable, it seemed like a hollow and blatantly false pleasantry.  Wiping his dirty hand off on the one remaining clean spot on his trousers, he offered it. "I am Simon," he said cautiously, his eyes meeting her as he searched for any sign of aggression.

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She knew she should at least offer to help, but well, he looked like he had it all under control. So Cole propped a should against the wall, one arm hanging loose at her side while the other hand snuck into the back pocket of her jeans. "For the most part?" She queried with a raised brow, "Got a group elsewhere? Wouldn't a dog have attracted the wrong kind of attention?" her gaze shifted to the thing he was trying to move.

"Yes, well..." Cole took a chance that he was an alright type of fella and pushed herself away from the wall, walked over to glance back where the fight had taken place...for the most part. "Only one I really cared about. Okay, maybe a couple." And who knew, maybe some had actually gotten away. The funny of it all was that there was talk of putting some emergency evac plan in place, one talk that had never actually happened.

Cole glanced down at the offering, and slid hers in, "Cole, Nicole, but everyone calls me Cole...or well, they did." her blue gaze met his without any aggression, only a shine of cautiousness. "You got this, or need help?"

Then for good measure, and because it was noticeable, "Where are you from?"

Cole

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"New York City," Cade lied smoothly, shaking her hand before scooping up the last corpse, shaking hsi head slightly when she offered help. "Russia before that. And no group, not since sickness first start running around." By now he had reached the point of willingness to just burn his clothing, but on the plus side, the area was cleared out. Mostly. Still needed some serious mop efforts. Seating himself gingerly at a table as he spoke, he pulled out his portable radio and a flask, taking a swig from the latter while turning the former on. "Dog was very helpful. Was formerly owned by man of, ah, debatable morals. He train the dogs to kill for mob, remove doggy..."

Unable to remember the word for "voice box", he tapped his throat over his Adam's apple. "Make dog completely quiet. I run into man month into sickness, kill man, take man's last dog." He smiled slightly at the memory of how happy the animal had been. After a brief hesitation, he snapped back to reality. "Anyway. Dog gone now. It is just me." He adjusted the radio dial idly. "Thank you for letting me stay. I did not enjoy prospect of staying in empty house tonight, have not been in this area before."

OOC: GM, the radio is tuned to the emergency broadcast station.

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<!- ...from the zombies outside. I repeat This is Professor Thompson from the Center for Emerging and Re-emerging Infectious Diseases in Seattle. We have made a potential breakthrough in the development of a cure for this outbreak, however, we don't have many subjects to test on. If you are in the area and want to help save the human race from extinction, please make your way over to Seattle. I'm not sure how many of you are still alive out there, but humanity needs you. We also have food and shelter from the zombies outside. I repeat ... -!> The radio continued to repeat the same message.

- GM

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Cade stopped the dial as soon as the radio started making an intelligent noise for the first time in months. He listened to the broadcast with a growing amount of skepticism, and as the message began to repeat, he tweaked the volume dial, relegating the radio to Background Noise. "It sounds like someone is making some kind of progress," he muttered, drumming his fingers thoughtfully on the plastic casing. "I did not think this epidemiya was even something they could fix." He gestured idly to the bloodstains that would likely stain the floor forever. "At least, I do not think there is anything left but the demon inside."

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“Uh huh.” Cole mumbled as she retook her previous stance of propping herself against the wall with her shoulder. If he wanted to do all the heavy lifting that was a-ok with her. Conserving her energy just in case dude wasn’t on the up and up, or if they just so happened to attract the wrong sort of attention, wasn’t a bad thing. “I meant cause of the accent.”

“Poor dog. What are you do-“ Cole was interrupted as another voice filled the room. The last time they had tried turning the damn thing on, that had not been what the message said. This sounded… newer. “You and me both.” There was no way she wanted to be some science freaks test dummy but, “food and shelter sounds interesting.”

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"Shelter is easy these days, food not so much." He rubbed his jaw, feeling all the exhaustion from the day's events beginning to finally hit him like a ton of bricks. "I am curious how man in Seattle is transmitting message to man in New York. This is good radio, but not that good. Tell me, devushka, have you heard of this Center, or perhaps where they might be located around here? May be good to find out more about these people before blindingly following promises."

One thing was for certain, this broadcast had finally given Cade some purpose in life. If this was on the up and up, he wanted to be there, to reap the benefits of civilization. If it wasn't... well, it'd been weeks since he'd gotten to shoot someone, and the practice was always nice.

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Cole snorted, her eyes darting down to the blood stains on the floors, "Shelter can be easy, but not always. Thankfully they had dispatched the things that had invaded this shelter without using anything that would draw more attention to their location. "Food. Yeah, you're right about that." Finding food in the cities was getting harder and more scarce. She folded her arms, and turned a curious gaze in his direction, her shoulders rising in a shrug, "Maybe..." Might not be the exact name, but she vaguely remembered something. Cole, jerked her head upwards in a quick nod, "What did you call me?"

Cole

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"Devushka. Is Russian word, means..." His voice trailed off for a second while he thought about it, then continued. "Maybe 'girl' or 'young woman'. So, I have plan." Cade held up the radio, which was still quietly yammering with the looping recording. "We can use this to try to figure out where radio tower is that man is bouncing signal off of. If people there, we can ask them about information. If no one there, we can use antenna to send message back."

He finally switched the radio off, setting it aside. Such an expedition would have to wait for morning.

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