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    i may only have one match but i can make an explosion !

    vivian - she/her - 33 years - chancellor - bisexual

    ❝ Vivian had only lived in California for five years, but she had already forgotten what it was like to be cold. All those years spent in New England, living and laughing in three feet of snow, and then five years in California had made her so susceptible to the winter weather. Pathetic.


    She was one of the luckier ones, of course. She made her room in one of the small offices inside the refuge's headquarters. The name on the door read "UNRUH" but it was her air mattress on the floor in the corner, her clothes folded and stacked on the top shelves of the book case, her two guns locked in the drawer of the desk. Any evidence that a person called Unruh had once used that office had been removed, unless it was useful to the Sinners. The snack stash had gone to inventory, the office supplies had gone to the teachers, and everything else had been burned or thrown away. Sometimes Vivian wondered what would happen if Unruh ever came back. Would they ask where there stuff went? Get mad that their family pictures were no longer on the windowsill? Demand their office back? No, if Unruh ever returned, they would probably be dead already.


    According to the thermometer on the desk, the room was forty degrees. Shit. It must be cold outside for the temperature to have dropped so much inside headquarters. Vivian got dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and a dark jacket before slipping into her workboots. Well, they were her workboots now. Just another supply taken from an office, luck having it that the were roughly her size. She pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail and grabbed her things, then left the office and locked it from the outside.


    Work to do today. Always work to do. Vivian stepped outside and immediately pulled on the pair of gloves that were in her pocket. The thermometer out here read nine degrees. Horrible. It was a cloudy day, but it was still early in the morning, so she hoped that it would warm up sooner or later (preferably sooner). The grounds were quiet- nobody seemed to be moving around just yet. That was alright with her. It wasn't a big day, so there was no harm in sleeping in a little. Vivian herself would have if she had been able to stop shivering under her blanket. She had been allotted two by the stockers but only took one, the selfless leader instinct in her taking over. There was no point in thinking about it now, of course. Not now that she was up and moving.


    Her UTV was parked behind the building so that's where she headed, keys already in hand. It was as good a day as any to go check the fences, the crops, any storm damage. The day before had seen a thunderstorm, so there were probably some branches down on the main roads. May as well go take care of that, Vivian thought. She did need to tell somebody before she left, though, so she leaned against the vehicle and sighed, rubbing her hands together as she waited for a sign that somebody else around camp was awake. ❞


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    my heart is gold and my hands are cold !

    percy - she/her - 21 years - security - pansexual

    ❝ Percy was dreaming, she was certain of that. She hadn't seen her college dorm since it all began, so it made no sense that she would be there, fighting off zombies. Even though she knew it wasn't real she found herself quite afraid, but that didn't stop her. She kicked one back and then got it right in the head with her machete- machete? and then another one was coming at her and another one, and she managed to slam the door before they got in. The noise of the door slamming woke her up, and the girl sat up straight in her bed, sweating.


    The noise hadn't been a door slamming, it had been a book falling from the table her brother was asleep on. He was still in his chair, his head turned at an awkward angle so his cheek could rest flat on the tabletop. He was snoring lightly, and shivering. He seemed to have fallen asleep while reading one of the books she had brought home from college, a textbook on the history of class warfare in America. Yeah, a real page turner. Percy rolled off of her twin-sized mattress slowly, hissing in discomfort as her body connected with the floor. Damn, it was cold. She stood quickly, grabbing the blankets from her bed and draping them over her unconscious brother. Not like she was using them anymore.


    She dressed behind the tiny partition wall that he had built when they decided to share their storm shelter, jeans and a thermal shirt with a t-shirt over it. Hoodie. Boots. Daniel was still asleep when she walked out of the dim shelter into the freezing air of camp.


    It was quiet out. Peaceful. Cloudy skies, her breath appearing in front of her as white puffs. Movement a couple dozen yards away caught her eyes, but it was just the chancellor. Percy made her way to inventory, a big shed down by the workshops where all the supplies were kept. She wasn't allowed to keep her gun in her shelter. Dumb rule, but whatever. She checked the weapon out and slipped it into the holster on her belt. She didn't go on duty till that afternoon, but there was no harm in being prepared. ❞


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    just a young gun with a quick fuse !

    daniel - he/him - 25 - scavenger - heterosexual

    ❝ When Daniel woke up, his sister was gone. That was nothing new. He was not exactly what one would call an 'early riser.' He noticed that he was covered in several blankets, though. That had to be Percy. He may have been the older sibling, but she was always looking out for him. He smiled as he put the blankets back on her bed. She was a good kid. He wished none of this had happened. Not for himself, or for anybody else out there in the world. Just for Percy. She deserved better.


    His watch told him that he didn't start his job for another hour and a half, so he moved slowly, letting sleep take its time leaving him. It was cold in the shelter, but it could only be colder outside, so he slipped two pairs of socks on and some long johns. The next layer was jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, then a short-sleeved shirt, then a leather jacket. It occurred to him as he looked at his clothing, folded messily on top some boxes, that he was wearing about half of what he owned. And he was still cold.


    The book he had been reading was on the floor, so he picked it up. The corner of a page was bent so he flattened it before closing the book and sitting it down on the table, stacking it with the other textbooks Percy had brought. He stretched, brushed out his hair a bit. He still had a lot of time to kill. Pulled the false bottom out of the drawer in the nightstand by his mattress and checked on his stashed supplies- some batteries, some ibuprofen, a notebook, and a box of matches. Not much, but enough to get him in trouble. He replaced the false bottom carefully and decided it was time to go outside. Maybe there was coffee today. He turned off the oil lamp that lit the small room and walked outside, hands in his pockets.❞



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    Bronx Novell



    male · 25 · advisor · heterosexual

    acting | thinking | "saying"


    ❝Ding! Bronx jolted up immediately, his head resting on a small pillow that he had managed to find lying around the quaint house. He looked up, just the slighest vision of a silhouette standing before him. X moved swiftly, getting his black framed glasses and placing them on the bridge of his nose. Half of his vision came into view, his sistor, holding a cowbell by her side. A smile creased his lips, remembering their childhood fun when they tussled in the sweltering summers of Las Vegas. Wait. Cold? Why was it so cold? He breathed outward, watching a puff of air being released from his mouth. His gaze focused on his sisters shoes, stepping out of his room to follow her daily routine. No words.


    Albany still blamed him for leaving her side that day. He tried to convince her that is wasn't his choice, but she had changed. Grown an outer shell. She wasn't the sister that he used to know.


    Brown gaze followed his bed frame, constructed out of wood and creaking like crazy. Everytime he moved he heard a noise coming from the bed. It wasn't comfortable sleep, but it was better than sleeping in a tent. The old owners of the house had taken a few belongings, but had left a nightstand, red curtains, a mattress, and a few candles in the room. He was lucky for his position here. He was lucky to be alive.


    His hand retreated to his left eye, his cold touch causing him to flinch slightly. It was black, all black. He saw was a world from the right side, half of his room just barely blurry. The glasses worked to his benefit, but after the apocalypse, it was hard to find anything prescription. Especially medicine. It was a miracle he was alive. Bronx stood up and opened the nightstand, slipping on some dirty clothes and a puffy jacket. He wore a wool touk and gloves, and got out of his room, towards the kitchen. He heard his sister shuffling around the room, probably to pack up before she patrolled the area. God, Albany had become so violent. Why? Bronx didn't question her, but grabbed his own backpack lying on the table. He grabbed one water and a few granola bars, before exiting the door to the freezing cold. Freezing.


    In Las Vegas, the tempature never got below thirty. He had never been in snow. What was the tempature here? Oklahoma sucked. At least he didn't have to endure the cold alone.


    "Vivian? Mind if I ride with you?" Bronx's voice was soft, and he looked at her as if he was pleading. As the Advisor of the group, he had grown accustomed to the Chancellor's company. He also didn't want to be alone to talk to anyone else. Was it childish? Yeah. Did he care? No. ❞





    rebecca flynn adams - 29 years old - she/her - medic


    interacting with Darkened


    Flynn woke up with her head resting on an open medical textbook. That hadn't happened since she was still in med school, since she had to study hard in college for finals. She took it so seriously, she had panic attacks about it, she would have been extremely upset if she hadn't done well. It would have been the end of the world. Now, there were somewhat more important matters at hand. For example, the actual end of the world. She had been trying to study the section on anesthesia, because, as someone who was not and was never an anesthesiologist, she had no idea how she would deal with that part of the surgery. If there had to be a surgery. She had nightmares about someone close to her saying they had a sharp pain in their lower right side, or a bad headache that wouldn't go away, or any sort of pain, really. It could be a tumor, hidden due to the lack of CAT scans. They could have swallowed something. Even a bullet in the body would be so much more complex to do blindly without equipment.


    Enough of that. If she spent all her time thinking about the inevitable she would immobilize herself with panic and she wouldn't be able to help the people with papercuts and common colds. She sat up, carefully placed a bookmark in her book, in her old textbook, and got to her feet. Oh, gosh, it was cold. She quickly went to change into warmer clothes, including a wool sweater, before attempting to brush her hair a bit. Even when she could take regular showers, her hair was always wild and difficult to tame, which was why she cut it short in the first place. Later it was more of a fashion statement, but when she was a teenager she just wanted it out of her face. She looked at herself in the mirror, dark circles under her eyes, hair sticking up everywhere, and considered that, if her dad was there, he would have said she looked like some sort of wild girl. A wild girl with sad eyes, he would say, and then he'd always said something to make her laugh. She felt a little silly, wishing that she was a little girl again, like someone who couldn't handle herself in adulthood, but in a situation like this... she felt it was okay to long for days and people passed.


    She felt about ready enough to head downstairs, so she did, after sipping on a glass of water. She knew Ledge was down here, with a cold or something. She hoped that he was doing alright with the freezing weather. She put on some water to boil for tea in the kitchen before heading into the room with all the beds, where she left people so she could keep an eye on them. It wasn't very consistent-- there were some air mattresses, some twin sized, some queen sized, some regular cots. It was as neat as she could get it, though. She'd let Ledge take one of the nicer beds, since he was a medic and if she was left alone for too long she'd get really nervous. It wasn't too cold in here, because she had convinced Viv to let her use one of the generators just to make sure the patients were kept warm and any medical machines they got their hands on could be powered. "How are you feeling?" she asked Ledge as she entered the room. Then, paused, because she wasn't sure if he was even awake.




    asher martin-diaz - 21 years old - he/him - hunter


    interacting with softducky


    He could hear them calling for him as he stormed down the hallway, rifle gripped in his gloved hands, shaking. His sisters were calling for help. He took a few more steps down the hallway-- hospital hallway? Or was it his house? He couldn't tell, but the walls were white, and there were doors, so many doors, but this one, this one was where his sisters were. He lifted one foot, kicked, kicked, broke a hole in the flimsy wood, kept kicking and it finally fell down. Another hallway. Another hallway and the one behind him was gone, replaced with the zombies, and they were pursuing. He needed to run. He needed to run. But there were his sisters. So he turned. And pointed his gun at one's head. But his hands were shaking, they were shaking too hard, and he felt their hands around him, grabbing him, tearing--


    He whipped out the pistol beneath his pillow at the snarling of zombies, the growlings from his dream that were still there, still present, and in a white tank top and sweatpants, he staggered from his bed, untangled himself from the sheets, and ran to the door, threw it open, pointed the gun out. But the cold blast of air woke him the rest of the way up. And he realized he wasn't pointing a gun at some monstrous sick human, but just a regular person. Just a regular Percy. He was breathing heavily, but he put his pistol down really quickly. Gun safety rules meant no pointing it at anything you didn't want to be shot. "Sorry," he called, sheepishly. The nightmares had been getting to him. He had too much time to think.


    The hairs on his arms started to stand up, but he wasn't ready to go back inside yet. He was still kind of freaked out. He took in a shaky breath, wrapping his arms around himself. He glanced over to Percy again. "It's kinda cold out, isn't it?" he said, his voice kind of loud. He leaned against the railing, and grabbing the lighter he left on the windowsill last night, lit himself a cigarette with fingers that were starting to lose their feeling. "I just need a second," he muttered, mostly to himself, but it would be okay if Percy heard it. She was cool, he was pretty sure. She seemed cool. He blew some smoke from his mouth, which warmed up his face a bit.


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    Mack - Genderfluid - 27 years -

    cook - bisexual


    Mack shivered, hugging the standard-issue blanket closer to her body. The pull-out couch groaned under her weight, 18-year-old springs threatening to one day break beneath it. She knew she'd have to get up, but Mack had neglected to turn on the small rad heater (she'd found it with the camper) last night. The Sunnybrook wasn't a luxury vehicle; its insulation was shoddy at best. The gentle tap-tap-tap of her sink reassured the cook that her pipes hasn't frozen in the night, at least.


    The embrace of her bed was welcome to Mack. As she rolled over the bed creaked, couch frame knocking into the shelf behind it. Her tiny herb and spice garden—anything that won't die in Oklahoma, if you can find it, I'll grow it—shook with the gentle force, little shoots quivering in the cold air.


    Other various clutter filled the shelf, and if one were to lift it one its hinge they'd find Mack's various keepsakes underneath (Nobody knew that the shelf was actually a lid, though, so nobody knew that Mack kept a small pistol with one bullet in its chamber, or that a small notebook and pen were beside it). To the left of the bed was a white bookshelf, with peeling paint and well-loved books. The Grapes of Wrath was read so many times that the paperback spine had a thick white line through it, "Steinbeck" rewritten at the bottom with black Sharpie.


    Parallel to the pull-out couch, also on the slider of the RV, a diner-style booth and table sat. The foam benches had seen better days, covered currently with plaid fabric. The table had been repainted with a light cocoa shade of brown, once-shiny lacquer now scratched and cloudy. A decorative salt and pepper shaker set lay in the table's center.


    After much inner turmoil, Mack finally managed to shuck her blanket and pad into the bathroom, where her closet was. Without much thought she pulled on the first outfit that passed the smell test—I'll have to wash them in the sink later, she thought absent-mindedly. Mack Knitts was in no way a morning person. As she pulled a pair of socks that had once been white onto cold feet, Mack thought of life before the Fall. She (he at the time) had just been another person. A deadbeat millennial who somehow got into a school her mother could afford.


    And now she cooked for a group of people surviving an apocalypse. All she had known turned on a dime, and life was no longer a given.


    Mack didn't like that train of thought.


    So she walked over to the cabinets, pulled out a box of 2-minute oatmeal, and set it within reach. With practiced ease the woman pulled a small white coffeemaker from below the sink, plugged it in, and filled the pot with water. They didn't have any grounds, those ran out pretty quick, but Mack knew what she was doing. Living with a limited supply of propane, she knew it was better to use the coffeemaker for hot water. It was faster, too, if one didn't mind changing pots often.


    The cheery ding! indicating a full pot startled Mack from her thoughts as she reached to pour the water into a large bowl. She filled the pot again, and repeated the process twice before she deemed it done. Mack figured it'd be enough for the group at this point, reaching for the unattended box of oatmeal, and started to rip open the little brown packets. It was rather easy to mix in with a spoon.


    Mack wished she'd had blueberries, or apples to add to it. Oatmeal was dreadfully bland without fruit. She had to make do with a few pinches of cinnamon instead.


    Mack sighed. She remembered the days of Poptarts, and sugary cereals, and fresh bacon... But instant oatmeal saved better, and this was the third day in a row that she had to make it for breakfast. Maybe the scavengers would come back with something better next time, she thought.


    Mack grabbed a ladle, stuck it in the bowl, and then stuck the bowl under an arm. She slipped her shoes on, left the RV, and set out for the main kitchen. Mack usually had to make the other meals there, but breakfast was manageable in her little camper. Mack liked that. She didn't get to make a lot of meals in such a quiet, personal way anymore.


    The walk was a cold one, and Mack was starting to wish she'd brought her scarf. At least the oatmeal stayed warm, safely in her arms.



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    ♥ ― amara | she-her | eighteen | scavenger | form


    amara hadn't slept again, and was sitting on the roof of her home. well, it was the home that she shared with a few other's, so it wasn't just hers. somehow the monkey girl had managed to get up there, just as she did almost every night, always stargazing. with a sigh, amara glanced around at the ground, taking notice to the few people waking up and moving to sit at the edge of the roof.

    before she jumped from the roof, amara took inventory of the items she normally always carried, just so she didn't leave anything on the roof. her usual backpack, a relatively large bag with a ridiculous amount of pockets. she had her sketchbooks and pencils, a bunch of other things, and knives. it was knives galore, which probably wasn't allowed but she didn't like to leave her own personal knives with the rest of them. it was quite selfish of her, perhaps, but amara just wasn't comfortable with the idea, but a part of her told her that it would probably be safer she do such a thing, but still chose not to.

    zipping up the pockets of her bag, she grabbed her thigh sheath and the [quite large] knife that was paired with it. putting it around her thigh, she tightened the leather strap as best as she could and grabbed her backpack, slinging it onto her shoulder. quickly lacing up her steel-toed boots and leaping from the roof, landing on the ground with a soft thud, stumbling slightly but quickly balanced herself.

    with tired eyes, she scanned the area for the second time and another sigh passed her soft rosy lips. already becoming lost in thought for the thousandth time that morning, it was then that a loud grumbling interrupted her and she put a hand on her slightly caved stomach and frowned. "when was the last time i ate...?" amara mumbled to herself, reaching to her backpack and grabbing her water-bottle, taking a long sip from it and then putting it back. i'll have to get some food sooner or later...amara thought, fiddling with the locket around her neck.

    finally realizing how cold it was, amara set her backpack on the ground and grabbed her hoodie a few feet away. brushing it off, she quickly slipped on the fuzzy black hoodie. since when was it this big? i could have sworn... oh, no, don't tell me i'm.... ah god dammit... amara thought bitterly as she reached into her bag and grabbed a snack before slinging it back over her shoulder. unwrapping the bar, amara ate it slowly and carefully. she didn't want to eat so fast that it upset her stomach, especially after not eating for days. with what seemed like the fiftieth sigh in the past ten minutes amara began to wander around the area, her mind lost in thought and her gaze scanning the area.


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    Legend Winters - Medic - 37 Years

    To say I was old? Well, that’s an understatement. I sure felt old if someone didn’t already call me such. I admit I’m not even to my forties yet, but with my bad leg and susceptibility to sickness, it felt like I was. I was one of the main medics for crying out loud, for the wild life reserve our entire group lived on. I shouldn’t be the one getting sick, I should be the one treating the sick. Even then, as a former doctor, I thought it unwise to remain alone at home and attempt to treat myself. If I got worse, who’s to say I couldn’t die? That’s why I rode down to Rebecca’s abode.

    I didn’t know anyone in this group too well yet. It had only been what? A month since I got here? More than that since the outbreak? Keeping track of time was harder without a clock or phone to constantly check. I came from Chicago, and with as populated as that place is, I’m surprised I got here in one piece. I owned a nice little house in the outer rim of the city, so as soon as the news hit, I was out. And this is where I ended up. Leaving behind my hometown was easy. All the people I had known? Even harder.

    So here I was in Rebecca’s house, or Flynn. She goes by both I guess. It was bigger than the house I had claimed maybe half a mile down the road towards the central headquarters. It had a cozy feel to it, but as of yet it still doesn’t feel like home when I see pictures of another family on the walls. I had taken them down. I couldn’t handle the swelling of my heart thinking about my own family.

    “How are you feeling?” I hadn’t even noticed her coming until her voice rang clear through the air. She let me have one of the nicer beds, and it was by the only window in the room. I really did enjoy that part. I was laying on my side under the covers, which weren’t really all that thick to be honest, my head against the pillow and my eyes watching the trees out the window. The morning sun was just coming up, and hopefully it’ll warm everything up. I was freezing.

    To sum it up, I had a cold. That and I felt cold. Yesterday my throat was scratchy and I was shivering almost every second. It sucked, but at least I didn’t feel like my stomach was flipping out. I wanted to keep in the little food we ate.

    I shifted in the blankets to look back over my shoulder to the door and Rebecca. “For now? Better. Still blasted freezing though.” I replied. My voice was sort of a mix between English and American accents. I grew up in the states, but my family spoke with the accent so I sorta gained a little of both. “I feel bad crashing here. What a sorry excuse for a doc I am, eh?” I gave a little smile as I twisted under the blankets and slowly pushed myself to sit up.




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    siloueta

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    i may only have one match but i can make an explosion !

    vivian - she/her - 33 years - chancellor - bisexual - interacting with XMoonwingX and siloueta

    ❝ Vivian smiled at Bronx as he approached her. He was a nice kid- guy, she corrected herself. He was an adult. She had a habit of looking at everybody more than five years younger than her as a kid, and nobody really called her on it if she treated them like a child, but she knew it was pointless where they were. This was the apocalypse, for crying out loud. There were no more kids.


    "Yeah, come on," she said, rubbing her hands together to warm them up. She hadn't been looking for company, but she'd never turn it down. "Nothing major today, just checking up on everything on the east end," Vivian informed him. "But first, gotta tell someone where we're going." Glancing around for a moment, her eyes settled on Asher outside his house smoking. "Hey, Ash!" she called out. "Bronx and I are heading out for a while. We'll be in the east end if anything happens!" Without waiting for a response she climbed into the driver's side of the UTV and turned the key, starting up the vehicle. It shuddered and immediately she checked the gas, but it read as almost full. Thank God. She wasn't sure how much fuel they were going to find in the weeks to come. ❞


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    my heart is gold and my hands are cold !

    percy - she/her - 21 years - security - pansexual - interacting with siloueta

    ❝ Percy was not exactly what you would call abrasive, but, like anyone else, she resented having a gun pointed in her face. Especially when all she had been doing was walking across camp. She whipped around to look at Asher, narrowing her eyebrows.


    "Yeah," she said, making a physical effort to keep her hands off her own weapon. She considered calling him on keeping a weapon out of the armory, but decided against it. She didn't know him well, but he didn't exactly seem like a threat to camp. Her job was dealing with what could harm them. Anything else fell outside of her jurisdiction. "Yeah, it is cold."


    Percy nodded at his second comment, unsure of what to do next. She didn't know if this was the part where she was expected to walk away, or if it was acceptable to stay for a chat. This resulted in her standing in one place awkwardly, shoving her hands into her pockets and looking around at the now awakening campsite. ❞


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    just a young gun with a quick fuse !

    daniel - he/him - 25 - scavenger - heterosexual - interacting with -=Wolfheart=-

    ❝ Daniel hadn't gotten to know Mack very well yet, but he knew that she made the food, so he was always sure to keep on her good side.


    "Hey, Mack," he said, catching up to where she was walking. She was carrying a bowl that he was sure contained their breakfast, and she was headed for the main kitchen down at headquarters. The man fell into step with her. "I'm going out today, is there anything I should keep an eye on for ya?"


    When they reached the door he stepped ahead and opened it for her, still instinctively polite even after the world had ended. He wasn't sure it was a habit he'd ever lose, not that it was a bad thing. Manners mattered, even in a world full of cannibalistic corpses, right?


    "Smells good," he commented truthfully, leaning against the wall as far out of the way as he could manage. He was hungry, always, and also wanted tips on what to bring back that afternoon. Herbs, spices, boxed and canned goods, whatever. He didn't know a lot about food. Anything, really, except how to make ramen noodles. Mack was the expert, so she was the one he brought his questions to.❞

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    - Piper Mae Rose -

    - she/her - hunter -


    Piper liked to think that one day, after growing up in the mid west with a faulty heater that went out so often in the winter, she would get used to the cold. That it would eventually no longer bother her. Ha. If that was to happen, it wasn't today. Piper was freezing. She was buried under the blankets, trying to absorb all the warmth from them as she could. She really didn't want to get out of her bed and venture out into the cold, but she knew eventually, she'd have to get up whether she wanted to or not. She wasn't going to help anyone by laying around, dead to the world all day.


    With an irritated groan and a long, weighty exhale, Piper slid her legs over the side of her bed. She stood up, taking the blankets with her and keeping them wrapped around it. She walked over to the one of the windows and looked out, frowning sleepily at the world outside. Piper shivered. Just looking outside was making her chilled. She stepped away from the window, wishing she could simply crawl back into bed and stay there. Instead, she forced herself to set the blanket down, found an outfit that had belonged to the previous owner that Piper had now already worn several times, and changed as fast as she could. In place of her coat, Piper slipped on a winter jacket, shivering again at how cold the jacket was.


    The house was empty when Piper finally left her room. She tugged her jacket closer, shivering again, and put on her pair of sneakers before she stepped outside into the cold. She stuffed her hands into her pockets, the wind nipping at her face and any other exposed skin.


    As she ventured out a little farther, she started spotting people moving about. Earlier risers. Piper had never liked waking up early, but it had always been a common theme in her life. Ah, well, you couldn't be very choosey right now, with all that was going on.




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    - Sebastian Prince Taylor -

    - he/him - medic's apprentice -


    Sebastian was already awake and sitting just outside his tent when everyone else started waking up and coming outside, or going into different buildings. He was really cold, shivering and huddled as best he could against the wind, but he wasn't ready to go inside and see what was going on yet. Besides, his arm was hurting. Sebastian wasn't completely sure if it was from the cold or from recently waking up, but did it really matter? He'd gotten lucky, but it meant that, since everything had turned upside down while he was still in the hospital, his arm had healed, but it wasn't perfect. Manageable, yes. In fact, by now, Sebastian was pretty sure most of it was something more like phantom pain.


    His eyes fell onto Flynn's house-turned-hospital. He knew he should probably go in, see if she or Legend needed any help, assuming either of them were up - and didn't Legend have a cold? - but he still didn't really want to get up yet. Then again, Sebastian wasn't sure when he'd want to.


    With a sigh exhale that sent a cloud of his breath straight into his face, Sebastian got up and made his way over to the house. He gently knocked on the door three times, before he poked his head in. Even after all that had happened, even with what was still happening, Sebastian felt weird just walking into people's houses. Or even where they were just staying. It felt wrong, and he wasn't sure whether it was very appreciated, but if Flynn wanted to kick him out, that was fine with him.



    He found Flynn with Legend a few moments later, and hovered in the doorway. "Hey," he greeted softly, not wanting to intrude, but also not wanting to stand creepily in the doorway until someone noticed him.



    rebecca flynn adams - 29 years old - she/her - medic - interacting with Darkened , procrastiraptor  


    Flynn jumped a little as he moved, not quite expecting it. She hoped she hadn't woken it up, but based on how quickly he came to awareness, she hadn't. She leaned against the door frame, arms wrapped around herself, as he spoke. She had initiated the conversation, but she had just woken up, and the tiredness lingered. She relaxed a little when she heard he was feeling better, but it was unfortunate it was still cold. She would have to turn on the old radiators in the room, that really only heated this room. She would close the door to make sure the heat didn't escape, put curtains over the windows... she didn't want anyone getting hypothermia. Speaking of which, it seemed very likely she may have to deal with a mild case or two if she didn't make sure everyone was well dressed for the weather. She still had long underwear from that camping trip with her girlfriend, Josie... oh, Josie, she wondered where she was. She wished she could at least call her, at least speak to her one last time--


    Oh, yeah, Ledge said something. "Glad to hear you're feeling a bit better," she said, her voice soft and sounding like her mind was somewhere else. "I'll make sure to turn up the heat. I think there might even be a fireplace in this house..." She paused, glancing around. "It's fine if you stay here. It's more convenient for the patients, at least." She smiled, lips closed, and found that they were really dry, so it hurt a bit. She licked her lips quickly, as a temporary fix. She was about to say something else when she heard a voice. Sebastian, oh, good. She was always glad to not be the only one responsible for people's wellbeing. "Hello, Sebastian," she greeted, with another soft smile. "Are you--" She was interrupted as the tea kettle went off in the other room. Oh, right, she had tea!


    "I'm going to go get that," she said, scooting out of the room. "Let me know if you want any tea for yourself, it keeps for ages so I have plenty." She turned out and headed towards the kitchen, quickly switching the stove off. She got herself a mug and a peppermint tea bag, and left the thing to steep. Honey was also something that didn't expire, but she had less of it, since it wasn't as easy to find. She'd been considering trying to figure out how to make her own, but not now, in this weather.




    asher martin-diaz - 21 years old - he/him - hunter - interacting with softducky  


    Aw, shit, he'd made an awkward situation. He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing downwards, a little embarrassed by himself. He glanced up Viv walked past, shouted to him, and gave her a thumbs up with one hand, the other holding the cigarette. He realized that she may have seen the pistol that he wasn't supposed to be keeping in his room with him. He shifted himself so it wasn't too obvious in his pocket. Ha. He turned back to Percy, looking a little sheepish. "Sorry for flippin' out at you. I was still sorta half asleep. Had a shitty-ass dream." He shrugged, and took a drag of the cigarette. They were pretty rare, and he only found them when he picked the locks of convenience store back rooms, so he only smoked when he felt he needed it, which was now, because he was freaked the hell out.


    He was still standing outside in a tank top in the freezing cold, which was pretty stupid, but he didn't want to go back inside yet. Percy would just have to think he was a crazy person. She was security, which he kind of wanted to be, but he volunteered to be a hunter since he had a pretty good idea of how to actually do that, having grown up with it and all. He wasn't sure what she did, as he spent most of his time away from camp if he could help it, because if he stayed in one place for too long he started to lose it. He turned back to Percy, hoping to strike some casual awkward small talk. "So, you doing anything today? Do you do anything, like, in-between? Or do you just chill until something attacks camp and then you do the badass thing?"


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    Legend Winters - Medic - 37 Years

    I raised my hand to run it over my face. Man did I still feel tired. I tried to sleep a full night, but ever since the outbreak, I found it a struggle to even get a few hours. It was why I was already awake by the time Rebecca came to check up on me. Perhaps it wasn't the best considering I had been sick and still recovering. Rest is always considered the best medicine after all. I moved my hand up smoothly to push back the ginger hair falling messily in my face. Just a slight touch of my cheeks in the action made it clear I needed a shave. The house I claimed had little products for that matter sadly.

    I broke off my action to cover my mouth as a short few coughs crept their way up out of my throat. Oh man that made my throat feel horrible. Rebecca was already out of the room and that just left one of the apprentices we were teaching. I liked the kid. Sebastian had some eagerness to learn, but the knowledge we had would take years to remember and even more to perfect. At least my years of course. I didn't know how long Flynn had been in medical school or had even been a doctor.

    As I cast the covers off my body, I felt the cold hit me. I wore a red, longsleeved shirt that wouldn't even be considered a sweater. The clothes left behind by the previous owners of my house weren't very plenty. There were some tees, some jeans, but jackets had been taken and all I came with was my own jacket and the clothes off my back. None of that helped in this cold weather. With a shiver, I cast my feet over the side of the bed facing the door and slowly stood, placing a supporting hand on the covers to help me up. "Sleep well, Sebastian?" I questioned, glancing up at him to take the attention off myself.




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    percy - she/her - 21 years - security - pansexual - interacting with siloueta

    ❝ Percy didn't understand how he could be outside in just his tank top. She was wearing three layers and still freezing her ass off, and she had grown up near here. She was used to the cold. She didn't know where Asher was from, but it had to be somewhere hardcore if he could stand there so casually like that. She found herself impressed, if confused.


    When he asked her his question, she snorted. Like, actually snorted, as if it was funny. To be fair, it was a little funny. What, did he think security just sat on their asses all day till something happened? "I mean, yeah," she said, smirking. "We do stuff. Patrol the boundaries, the entire refuge. Make sure nobody has weapons inside camp." She winked at him. "Just do whatever needs to be done. She paused, then said, "What about you? Just wait till we're all hungry? Get days off till inventory runs out?" ❞

    ❝Bronx climbed into the passenger side of the vehicle, sitting uncomfortably in his seat. He had never been in one of these before. They were small and open, leaving the two leaders exposed to the cold. He breathed into his hands as an attempt to warm them up, his breath temporarily bringing his numb fingers into a tingly state. As the car started up, his first instict was to check the amount of gas in the 'car'. He let out a sigh of relief, a white puff releasing from his lips."Shit. This place is shit." He uttered quietly, slipping on his gloves. Bronx had forgotten to take off his backpack, and he was starting to feel it. His gloved fingers retreated to the straps, and he placed the pack on top on his feet, where he could grab it quickly. A long strand of hair dangled before his face. It was on his blind side. He was completely oblivious to something that would easily annoy someone else. Cocoa gaze retreated to Vivian, one of his few friends at the sanctuary. Bronx believed that he would grow even closer to his sister, but V took her place. Ever since Albany stopped talking to him.


    "You remind me of my twin. Before...the outbreak. I miss her. She just isn't the same." His eyes left her blond locks and stared to the moving landscape beside him. Bronx wasn't tired, hungry, or scared. He just wanted his old life back. He never realized what he had until it disappeared. No one did.❞




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    - Sebastian Prince Taylor - he/him - medic's apprentice -


    Sebastian watched as Flynn whisked out of the room to get tea. Or, he was pretty sure that's what she said anyway. The thought of a warm hug to wrap his hands around was a pleasant one, and Sebastian subconsciously rubbed his arm through his sweater. He was chilled still, even now that he was inside. The thought of going back outside...


    He turned to watch Legend shift up. He looked better than Sebastian had last seen him, but he still looked tired, and pale. Sebastian couldn't blame him. He had many restless nights, and the only setback he had was his arm. Well, that and the nightmares, but he wasn't sick. Sebastian felt as though he either never slept when he was sick, or he slept for a week. But he was willing to bet that Legend hadn't been sleeping well.


    "Well. My nose has gotten very cold," he said in a lighter tone. He had a quiet smile on his face, trying to lighten the mood. He knew he would've rather been entertained then fussed over in that situation. Besides, saying that he really wasn't sleeping very much wasn't something Sebastian wanted to enter a discussion about. Sebastian noticed the way that Legend shivered when he stood up, and Sebastian straightened. "Do you want my sweater?" he asked, already moving to take it off. Even if he was chilled, Legend needed it more and it might make him feel like he was doing something useful. Besides, Sebastian liked Flynn and Legend, and he wanted to help them as much as anything else.


    Being as inexperienced as he was, Sebastian had done next to nothing since he'd arrived. Not that he had been there as long as some of the others, but still. His medical knowledge far exceeded his physical prowess, and besides, his arm was still wonky and after being bound to a hospital bed...well, Sebastian didn't think he was about to go hitting the gym anytime soon.


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    Legend Winters - Medic - 37 Years

    I raised a hand to stop Sebastian in his tracks. “Keep it,” I lowered my hand and brought them both in front of me to rub them together to produce some warmth on my skin. I was glad I still had socks for this floor else my feet would be freezing too. I didn’t want to take away the kid’s only mean for warmth right now. “It would do us no good for you to catch a cold as well. Best keep that quarantined to me.” We didn’t have enough medicine to go around right now to support us for very long. I would have to tell Vivianne we needed to look for more somewhere. The worst part about being secluded meant we weren’t very close to towns.

    I let out a shaky breath and shoved my hands into my pants pockets as I started hobbling towards Sebastian. My leg really didn’t do good in the cold. Each step with my left leg was stiffer than the right, as I could not bend the leg the whole way. It made for a bad time trying to get away from zombies that wanted to eat me. “I’ve got my own coat downstairs anyway.”




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    - Sebastian Prince Taylor - he/him - medic's apprentice -


    Sebastian hesitated, before he slowly let his sweater fall back down. He watched Legend closely, an expression somewhere between thoughtful and concerned furrowing his brows. He knew that Legend had a point, what good would it do if they both were sick? But that didn't mean he didn't want to do something. "Let me at least get it for you then. You should stay here and have some of Flynn's tea," he suggested. He was almost positive he wouldn't be able to convince Legend to rest more - and who would want to, after being cooped up? But if Sebastian could at least minimise the strain he put on himself, he would feel better.


    What they needed was supplies, and medicine. They were so short-handed right now...



    rebecca flynn adams - 29 years old - she/her - medic


    Flynn poured hot water into two other cups, figuring that with the temperature, the other two would want some tea too. She stared down at the counter top as she put the tea kettle back down, thinking. What did she have to do today? Check in with Legend's temperature, yes, see if she can find anything else useful in the house... she needed to clean some sheets of another sick person, one who recently recovered. She needed to... she was thinking about Josie again. Her mind tended to go back to her, to the last call she was able to make to her, the one that made it clear she wouldn't be getting any other calls. She watched as a swirl of magenta came from the raspberry tea bag, coloring the water until it was a deep pink. She realized she was gripping the countertop like she was going to fall over, and relaxed herself. She needed to distract herself from Josie, take her mind off it, somehow. Talk to someone. Read a book. She'd found a decent library, at least, and had been making her way through it. The person who used to live here liked fantasy.


    She took some mugs of tea into the other room, leaving her own back in the kitchen. She hoped it was the right flavors for them both as she remembered them, because when she had asked she had gotten no response. After grabbing her own mug, she sat down on the bed, wrapping her hands around it, and feeling glad for the warmth it provided. She knew they were talking, but didn't feel up for joining the conversation, still staring into her mug. Then, she thought of something, and her head jerked up like she was waking from a trance. "Oh, Sebastian," she said, quite suddenly. "I have that medical textbook, if you want to look through it. It's pretty useful, I think. You could at least learn something from it." While she hoped Sebastian would have a chance to do something hands-on, she also really hoped there was never a need for anyone to do something hands-on.



    asher martin-diaz - 21 years old - he/him - hunter


    Asher laughed, realizing his question was kinda rude, but what the hell. He'd woken up five minutes ago and he couldn't feel his extremities anymore. He'd go inside after he finished smoking his cigarette. He wasn't about to waste it. "You're right," he said, letting smoke blow out of his mouth and hide his face for a moment. "I sit in here on my ass until the mob breaks down my door." He laughed, and pushed his hair out of his face. Ah shit, he needed to shave or something, but the stubble made him feel like some sort of tired movie badass and so he might leave it. He reached down at her comment, touching the handle of the pistol in his pocket, and paused, suddenly kind of serious. "You gonna arrest me or whatever for having a gun on me? I'm not gonna shoot anyone, I swear."


    The reason he kept it in his room was kind of childish, actually-- one, his dad gave it to him, which was kind of a weird thing to give your child as a coming out gift but whatever. Two, it was sort of like a paranoia thing. He might never use it, but he felt exposed if he didn't have anything to defend himself with. The tension over the disease had gotten him pretty badly. So he was hoping Percy would have mercy (ha, that rhymed). "Anyway, I was asking what you did 'cause I gotta have someone with me to go get food, and I haven't found anyone else willing, and it's like, a rule I usually follow, so..." He shrugged. There were rules he didn't follow, because like hell was he going to obey authority in the apocalypse, but that one made sense so he didn't ignore it.

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    percy - she/her - 21 years - security - pansexual

    ❝ He seemed nervous about his gun, as if he assumed Percy might actually care if he carried a personal weapon without clearing it with the chancellor. In another life, she would have taken the gun. Back when she fantasized about being a cop, when she was dead set on law enforcement for the rest of her life. But what was the point now?


    She shook her head at Asher. "If I was going to arrest you, I would have done it by now," she commented, shrugging. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, but I just don't have you pegged as a threat to camp. For now." She raised an eyebrow as if appraising him for a moment, then gave him a small smile. There was no point in being afraid of Percy. Not until you made her extremely angry or you threatened somebody she cared about, at least.


    "I don't actually go on duty until after dinner, so if you need someone to go with you, I can do that," Percy offered. "It's better than sitting around here doing nothing all day. Or having some kid follow me around begging to learn how to shoot a gun." That was a rule she was adamant about- not letting children touch the guns unless they were granted permission. She knew how important gun safety was when it came to children, and she wasn't about to jeopardize a child's safety by handing over her weapon and letting them have a go at it. No way. ❞

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    Legend Winters - Medic - 37 Years

    The room wasn’t very big, so several steps took me passed my bed and onto the next. That’s where I stopped and smiled gratefully at Sebastian. As much as I wanted to do things myself, perhaps it would be easier to have others help. The mention of tea reminded me of my childhood. My mother would always make a pot of tea around noon, a strange tradition to most, but it grew my taste and I rather enjoyed it. It soothes me, and helped me when I was sick. “I’m inclined to agree that is a better idea.” I replied. Another round of coughs came to me and I raised a hand to help cover up my mouth. I lowered myself on the last bed I almost passed and released a shaky sigh when the fit was over.

    By the time my coughing ended, footsteps entered the room as did the aroma of hot tea. I was only glad that my stomach could keep down such things still. I huffed out a breath through my nose, closed my eyes and gave a little smile. It felt good to close my eyes and not have a nightmare. Man was I tired. “I remembered the good ol’ days with my nose in the books. The medical terminology was a pain...” My Head started dipping down involuntarily at the relaxed state I was in. Perhaps if I just kept my eyes closed a little longer... no! I snapped my eyes open and lifted my head back up. Gah, maybe I actually should get some real sleep before I end up nodding off in front of people again.




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