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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2018 17:54:45 GMT
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2 months…
It’s been two months since the outbreak and the fall of humanity as it was known. The world around Kate had fallen as she knew it and the one thing she didn’t want in her life was a constant annoyance. A buzzing little bee that couldn’t take the obvious statement that they weren’t together anymore. At one point Kate had loved Trevor. He was star of the college soccer team, great body, personality was something to work on as was the intelligence, but otherwise, a kinda good guy. Except for the cowardice he showed every time they went out scavenging for food.
Kate had to repress the urge to roll her eyes. She’d already done it so much today she didn’t know if they’d be able to stay in her head. Trevor was complaining about riding slow on his horse, but she knew if they made too sudden of movement around any of those walking corpses they’d lunge. “Trevor just shut up and deal with it! The cars make too much noise, and having the horses they can alert us early if there’s a group heading our way.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s still stupid.” He whined and Kate held the reins tighter in her hands. She wished she could’ve just put in her ear buds to listen to some music. Just forget the world around her for a bit, but that could cost her Trevor’s life or hers, or both. Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if he ran off and left her to fend for herself if they got cornered. “So, when we get back can I move into your room with you?”
“Hell no. Not negotiable. I already told you we’re done! Over, terminated, broken up! How can that not get through your head!?” Kate just about screamed. Trevor scoffed and looked away mumbling under his breath. Taking a deep breath she took in her surroundings as they made it into town with the sun high in the sky. Looking at her wrist watch she checked the time. ‘Twelve thirty… thirty minute horse ride while sauntering. If galloping should make it twenty or less…’ She thought as they continued inward. Getting to the grocery store she slid off the saddle and tied the reins to a street sign.
Pulling the baseball bat from the holster on her horse she motioned to Trevor to follow and held a finger up to be silent. Trevor sighed dramatically and followed behind with one of her dad’s hunting knives. Going inside loose strands of brown locks laid gently over the contour of her face as she walked into the store and looked around. Kate watched her footing as she stepped over large pieces of glass. The store was small and checking it out for any walkers was easy enough. Finishing off what she had thought was the last she wiped away the blood splattered over her face. Trevor stood stock still in fear, not helping once to kill these fucking zombies.
Going back to the front she pulled the backpack from her shoulders and went to the canned food aisle. Her body froze as she felt warm breath on her neck and hands on her hips. The breath moved up to her ear as whoever, or whatever leaned closer. “You know, with the world like it is. We’re gonna have to try repopulating.” A shaky sigh left her lips as one of his hands went to her abdomen. It made her nauseous. “I’d rather be dead than repopulate anything with you Trevor. Don’t need more cowards running around this place. One is already too many.”
Trevors grip got a bit tighter before he pulled away and shoved her to the ground. Her head hit hard against the linoleum tiles and she grunted in pain. Slowly she tried raising to all fours until she was forced onto her back and pinned beneath Trevor. She struggled with all her might, but she couldn’t get him off of her. She knew it was probably useless but she screamed at the top of her lungs.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2018 1:54:09 GMT
[attr="class","thishover"] [attr="class","thesongwiththerlygudbit"]And if you're there with me
Well I will pave the way
To a pursuit of broken knuckled steel
Represent a time when we had no will
[attr="class","quickswrap"] [attr="class","quicks"]@tagged [attr="class","quicks"]dead! - phantom [attr="class","quicks"]notes It bads when the dead coming back to life still doesn't make you miss homeland. The last few years in America had been so much better than his life in Russia. Even in a rat hole apartment, He was in a place that seemed peaceful enough and he had a great job training dogs for people. It was a huge passion since he was a young boy and he made the dream of it come true. "What you think Edgar? Town look untouched to you?" The heavy Russian accent rang out when he glanced at the passenger's seat at the juvenile Fishers crow in the seat. The bird just tilted its head and finally yet out a caw.
Nikolai's steel blue gaze stared at the road leading into a town along their travels. The Humvee was in need of fuel and Nikolai was in need of food for the bird. Pulling down the streets at barely a creep he parked in front of some old pet store. "Ms. Betty's Animal world. Sounds like real zoo to me." Laughing a bit he slid out of the truck and the bird hopped onto his hand. Letting him step on his shoulder he grabbed a bag and headed inside.
The building was untouched but it did reak of rotten flesh of the poor animals who had been killed or just generally perish. Moving down the Bird supplies Isle he was just throwing things into the bag that seemed to catch his companions interest. Once he had gather what was needed he had planned to leave but the food store was right in the next building.
"Very lucky, We find food for Edgar and Nikolai." Pushing into the doors he heard the struggle and moved through the isles. On the ground was a woman and the man who seemed to be taking advantage. Pulling his pistol he moved quickly and pressed the metal to the mans head. "In russia we cut off balls of men who try to rape women. Should I get my Big knife?" The words were cold but they got the needed message across. [googlefont=Noto Sans][googlefont=Tulpen One][newclass=.thishover]background-color:rgba(38,38,38,0.25);width:500px;height:150px;-webkit-transition:all 0.9s ease-in-out;-ms-transition:all 0.9s ease-in-out;-moz-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-o-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;opacity:0;[/newclass][newclass=.thishover:hover]background-color:rgba(38,38,38,0.75);width:500px;height:150px;-webkit-transition:all 0.9s ease-in-out;-ms-transition:all 0.9s ease-in-out;-moz-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-o-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;opacity:1.0;[/newclass][newclass=.thesongwiththerlygudbit]color:#5ef3ff;font-family:Tulpen One;font-size:28px;line-height:20px;letter-spacing:1px;position:relative;top:25px;left:-90px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.quickswrap]display:flex;flex-wrap:wrap;height:25px;position:relative;top:41px;[/newclass][newclass=.quicks]margin:4px;padding:6px;text-transform:lowercase;flex-grow:1;text-align:center;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2018 6:13:04 GMT
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Kate struggled with all her strength but it wasn’t any use against Trevor. He just had more muscle than she could hope to really fight against. Her head was pounding with pain as a large goose egg was forming on her forehead. She didn’t hear the hurried footsteps over the racing of her heart beat in her ears. But she froze when she saw the steely blue eyes of the man above them.
Hearing the harsh words Kate tried swallowing around the lump in her throat as Trevor’s grip loosened. “I… I just was trying to catch her from slipping.” He tried to play it off as an accident, but the forming lump and bruise on her forehead told a different story. “You fucking liar!” Kate lost her cool and slapped him across the face getting him to sit up. His body was tense with fear and anger as she scooted back from him.
“I’d like to keep my balls right where they are. I um… I’m sorry Kate… I’ll go wait by the horses.” Feeling the barrel of the gun lessen on his head Trevor got up slowly and moved passed Kate with a glare. She hadn’t noticed that she was shaking until she tried to stand. Tears had welled up in her eyes as she leaned against the shelving unit and Kate sighed, rubbing her hands up and down her thighs as she tried to get back to her calm mind.
Looking up Kate sniffled some and stood straight. Clearing her throat she put on a brave face and a smile. “Thank you, for helping me out.” She wanted to say she never expected that out of him, but that wasn’t completely true. Looking over the man’s features she couldn’t help but think of him as handsome. And that thick accent she heard was definitely something that intrigued her. But what intrigued her more was the crow on his shoulder.
Slowly she leaned down and grabbed up her backpack and looked over the cans that had fallen. But her mind was frazzled from the fear. Honestly she was more scared of riding back with Trevor alone than this guy. He looked like he was doing okay, but maybe… he’d like a better place to stay? “I’m Kate… My family has a house up the country road. Do you need a place to stay? Or someplace to stop for a little while?” She asked. Her eyes were still frightened and she turned to the door to make sure Trevor wasn’t walking back in to hear her asking. She didn’t like feeling this scared.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2018 17:51:05 GMT
[attr="class","thishover"] [attr="class","thesongwiththerlygudbit"]And if you're there with me
Well I will pave the way
To a pursuit of broken knuckled steel
Represent a time when we had no will
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There was a cold glare in his eyes as the metal of his gun pressed harder against the guys head. Listening to the guys lies just made him was to hurt him even more but he didn't. Soon enough this Trevor was walking past him with a glare and Edgar squawked at him. "Run away little bitch boy," Nikolai spoke as his gaze turned back to the woman before him. "No problem. Some Boys stay like children forever. Never want to grow up and only have things their way." His hand moved up to scratch the birds head and he smiled softly.
Though his steel blue gaze did turn back when she offered him a place to sleep or rest. "Does Little boy live with you? I will go back in case he tries to pretend his balls grow bigger." Taking her back from her hands he carried it for her towards the doors. "You call me Nikolai and bird is Edgar. Like Famous poet who wrote about black bird." The more he spoke his Russian accent was becoming more prominent compared to her American one. "I will follow behind horses to your home and make sure this Trevor is a gentleman." Sliding into his truck he set the bag in the passenger's seat.
The engine came to life and he followed the two on the horses back to this house she spoke of. The driveway was long and the property was huge. Putting his truck in park in front of the house he looked over at the bird on his shoulder then back to the massive home. "These people much be Royalty. Home is like castle." Opening the door he stepped out and grabbed the bag of Canned goods and other foods to carry up to the home. Nikolai was a bit on the nervous side because this could've been a trap and he was ready to defend himself if the need arose.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2018 3:56:41 GMT
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Kate hadn’t expected the man to help her with her bag. Her smile turned a little more genuine as he introduced himself and his bird friend. “The Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe. I loved that poem.” She couldn’t believe someone had the same taste in poetry as she did. At least ones that were still alive.
It felt a little awkward having Nikolai carry her bag out the door for her and even take it into his car. She knew she should’ve been more cautious, but she was so scatterbrained. Putting her bat back into the holster she got on her black Friesian horse and clicked, digging her heels in some. Beauty reared some with a winnie and galloped down the road with Trevor following behind. The road was long, but like she had thought galloping had shaved a few minutes from the trip.
Getting to the gate she buzzed them in and she straightened her back some. Her mother always hated her riding slouched. It wasn’t how a prized winner rode her prized horse. Her father was much more lax, but then again he didn’t know much about the breeding and training business. He was a surgeon. One reason why she had gone through school to become a veterinarian.
Sliding off Beauty she handed the reins to Trevor and he took both horses back to the stables. That’s when she heard the excited barking of her Australian Shepherd Roscoe. He came darting out the front door and Kate laughed as he almost tumbled down the front steps. “Oh Roscoe, you energetic puppy! Hey!” she ruffled his fur as he jumped up on her. She looked back hearing Nikolai getting out of the truck. Roscoe made his way over and sniffed him cautiously, but his tail wagged with happiness.
“Seems you’ve been accepted Nikolai.” Kate smiled brightly as she walked up with him to the front door. “Mom! Dad! We’re back!” Kate yelled out. “We’re in the kitchen!” Her mother yelled back. Looking back at Nikolai she motioned with her head for him to follow. Getting to the kitchen she smiled at her mother as she was chopping up a few carrots. Roscoe followed close by Nikolai’s side his tongue lolling from his mouth as he panted and smiled. Her father came from the pantry with a bottle of wine and froze. “You, found a survivor?” He asked, relief in his voice.
“Yeah, mom, dad this is Nikolai. He helped me a little earlier.” Her parents both froze. “Is that why you have a goose egg growing on your head?” Her mom asked. “Yeah. I’m okay though, just a little headache.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2018 1:09:58 GMT
[attr="class","thishover"] [attr="class","thesongwiththerlygudbit"]And if you're there with me
Well I will pave the way
To a pursuit of broken knuckled steel
Represent a time when we had no will
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Nikolai watched Kate as she handed off the horse to the boy who had tried to hurt her. There was a cold look in his eyes as his gaze shifted to the huge house. When a dog came running up Edgar made a cawing noise at him and his hand lowered for the dog to smell. "Dog, Your a good one are you.."
The cold look faded into a softer smile as he followed Kate towards the castle-like house. When they moved inside he was still pretty much amazed by how beautiful everything was. This is something he had only seen on the TV or in museums of Moscow. The sound of other people in the house put him on edge simply because everyone who saw him got the wrong impression. His body was covered in tattoos and he looked like someone that would rob you blind.
As Kate explained both her parents froze and gave him cautious glances. "I found daughter being attacked by bitch boy boyfriend. I simply make him pee pants and run away. Nothing big..." Nikolai spoke as he watched the parents turned their gaze to Kate for some sort of verification. "I don't expect to be welcome. I could only request a place to rest then I will leave if you both wish,"
Stepping back he gave the parents a slight nod. " On porch, I will wait for your decision. You have lovely home." Heading back to the porch as he didn't want to intrude on family matters. As he stepped out the door Trevor roughly shoved into his shoulder as he went to step inside. "Kiss kiss pretty boy."
Nikolai spoke with a smirk and a small wink before he sat on one of the Rocking chairs. Roscoe followed and sat there nudging his hand with a cold wet nose and tongue. "Yes, good dog. Very nice pup." His tattooed fingers gently scratched the dog's ear.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2018 23:48:17 GMT
[newclass=.hashtag] display:inline-block;background-color:#eee;padding:5px;font-size:11px;font-family:calibri;color:#000; margin-bottom:5px;[/newclass] SOON COMES THE COLD and the night that never ends — FIRST IMPRESSIONS —
Kate’s parents looked from Nikolai to Kate, then to each other. Her father’s face turning slightly red with anger as Kate leaned against the island top and looked down. They looked back to Nikolai as he laid down the backpack and left to wait for their decision. “Honey, is what he said true? Did Trevor do that to you?” Her mother asked softly and placed down the knife in her hand. Kate looked down before pinching at her nose and looking up. “Yeah… Trevor tried forcing himself on me and Nikolai stopped him.”
“That son of a bitch.” Her dad said and placed the wine on the counter pretty hard. “He isn’t a help here. He doesn’t do anything except sit around and eat our food.” Her mom looked at her dad and frowned. “But can we just let him go out there on his own? Those… those…” “Zombies.” Her mother’s breath hitched as she glared at Kate. “What? It’s what they are now. No use in ignoring it.” She shrugged and her mother glared harder. “And we can kick him out. Give him a knife, a few supplies and he’s out the door. It’s a better chance than probably a lot of people had.” Kate said rationalizing it out.
Trevor came into the kitchen and her father moved quicker than she had ever seen him move before. “Now…” He said as he took Trevor’s shirt into a clenched hand pulling him close. “How about you tell me, how my daughter got that lump on her head?” His voice was cold as he glared at the young man. Trevor’s eyes shifted to Kate before her dad shook him to gain his attention. “No, you don’t look at her, you look at me. I asked you a question. Now answer me.” He spoke with a cool calmness to his face.
“I… uh I… I… It was that Russian guy! I swear! He… he had a gun on her and and and he… He had her on the floor.” Trevor tried lying his way through this, but Kate only shook her head. “You’re a terrible liar Trevor. Better say goodbye to everything you just lost. You’re ass is out this door and off my property.” Trevor’s color paled as he looked to everyone with panic. Her mother couldn’t look at him and went back to slicing carrots. Kate only shrugged as her father pulled him to follow behind.
Kate looked at her mom with an apologetic look as her father gathered a few items, shoved them in a bag and walked him out the front door. Walking him to the gate it opened some and Trevor hesitated before walking through. Once the gate closed her dad tossed him a knife and left. While that happened Kate was talking with her mother about Nikolai. “So, Nikolai saved you from Trevor… Are you really sure that’s-” “Yes, mom. That’s exactly what happened. I’m sorry that Trevor didn’t turn out to be mister knight in shining armor for you to call your son-in-law, but this world is going to change people. He turned into a coward.”
Roxanne sighed and placed the sliced carrots into a boiling pot of water. “But with all those tattoos-” “What? What do they possibly mean? If he was a terrible guy don’t you think he would’ve taken the supplies that Trevor and I had on us already? Why save me? I don’t know him and he doesn’t know me.” “You just have all the answers now don’t you?” “How about next time you go out and risk your fucking life protecting a worthless piece of humanity!?” Kate’s face was red as she yelled at her mother and she instantly regretted it as she got the cold shoulder. “Besides… Roscoe’s taken quite a liking to him. You know how Roscoe’s judge of character is.” “Fine… he can stay. Just let your father know…”
Kate smiled some as she got up and walked out to the porch. Her dad was just getting up the steps as she made it out taking a seat on the other rocking chair. “Dad, mom and I talked…” “Show Nikolai to a room, give him a tour so he doesn’t get lost. Get cleaned up and lunch should be ready. We can talk more about expectations during it.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 2:53:20 GMT
[attr="class","thishover"] [attr="class","thesongwiththerlygudbit"]And if you're there with me
Well I will pave the way
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Represent a time when we had no will
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Nikolai sat on the porch quietly not wanting to be in the middle of a family dealing with this kind of thing. Had this been mother Russia then he would've just killed the man after giving him the beating of a life. Though here it was not his place to decide anything and he was prepared to leave if needed. Edgar starting to peck and nibble at Nikolai's ear before Roscoe came out and tried to get attention. Edgar hopped down to Nikolai's lap and squawked and pecked at the dog which made roscoe bark. When Kates father drug the wimp boy out the door and to the gates her just watched.
Nikolai blew the man a kiss as he was pushed down the porch and shortly after Kate was joining him. Her father was coming back as well and spoke of giving him a room and lunch with expectations. Which he understood that no one could have a free ride and that was true before everything went to hell. "I would love to stay and will help in any way sir." He spoke as he gave the father a nod and rose from his seat. Edgar was perched on his hand and he smiled as he placed him on Kate's shoulder. the bird started to preen and clean the hair on her head with his beak.
"See bird likes you. Dog likes me and it must be grand design we meet." Nikolai spoke in his heavy accent that he didn't even notice. Opening the screen door he gave the last gaze to Trevor who was fading into the distance. It was cruel to turn someone out into the world but the man was nothing but a disgusting worm who deserved whatever he had coming to him. Following her inside his eyes darted around the giant home and he found himself being shown the place.
It was all so beautifully designed and full of handcrafted workmanship. These people had to be some royalty and he was just some commoner that didn't feel he belonged. They stopped into one room and Kate spoke of how it was hers and she wanted to change. Taking Edgar back and placing the bird on his shoulder as he sat on the bed. His eyes looking around at photos and the decor she had. The bed itself felt like it was filled with flowers and clouds of softness.
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The Living Dead
A pandemic has over taken the world and the dead now rule the majority of the planet. You either join others and have safety in numbers or go it alone and try to survive. Friends turn into enemies and somes more.
Stronghold Stats
| Harper Creek Survivors
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♂ 02
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♀ 02
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| CDC
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♂ 00
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♀ 00
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| B.H.R.T San Diego
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♂ 02
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♀ 00
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| Forrest Ranch
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♂ 01
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♀ 01
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| Canyon Refuge
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♂ 00
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♀ 08
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| Wyoming National Park
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♂ 04
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♀ 04
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| Pope bunker Complex
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♂ 03
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♀ 03
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| The Kingdom
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♂ 05
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♀ 05
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| Homeless survivors
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♂ 10
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♀ 10
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| Survivor total
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♂ 22
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♀ 28
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credits
The Living Dead was created by Danielle Fisher. Content is copyrighted to The Living Dead unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney.
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