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He could see the anger building on Carl’s face. He watched as he gripped the bat but didn’t back away from him. Of course the kid didn’t know. Maybe his friend didn’t tell him, maybe his friend hoped it would get better. If he was fine when Carl left this morning, he wasn’t fine when Daryl found him.

“He was bit,” Daryl stated, “Go on’n check’em. He was one of’em.” One of whatever those things were. He still wasn’t sure what to call them and hadn’t had a reason to really named the dead walking around. He hadn’t been around many people to really talk about them.

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Strolling casually had come to a rather quick end, as she stopped in her tracks. A herd of those dead things were right in her way, and there wasn't any way around it. Beth hitched her pack on her shoulders and swung the floor lamp around. Truth of the matter was she needed something better. This worked, but she knew it wouldn't keep her safe forever. She took a moment, trying to count them but it was pointless and she knew what she had to do. There was no turning back, she wouldn't run from these things.  Beth stepped toward them, the lamp held out in front of her as she moved with what little practice she'd had over the time since she'd opened her eyes in this hell. She didn't slow as she got to the herd, learning pretty early on that these things went down pretty easily. It was just making them stay down. Swinging the lamp, she knocked several down and used the pair of boots she'd changed into to stomp onto their heads and crushing their skulls. It seemed like a good plan, when she'd stopped to look them all over but there were so many of them. A grunt left her lips as she directed the top of the lamp into the skull of one and yanked it out, repeating the action with another. It wasn't enough, though.  Spinning around, she then realized that she was not alone. Someone was close by, fighting off the very same herd that she was. A person. An actual living and breathing person. Whatever feeling that welled in her chest was quickly replaced by the urgency to yell out to the woman. "Duck!" She yelled out and lifted the weapon back over her head for it to come down on a walker that had been right behind the other woman.

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Name: Bennett “Ben” James Greene. Age: 18, older twin to Beth Greene. Occupation: Farm hand, part time musician.  Status: Alive Weapon(s): Machete, hunting knife.  

BEFORE HIS SLEEP...

Born and raised on the country side of Georgia, Bennett “Ben” Greene was brought up as a country boy. He was a farmer’s son so naturally he took into the family business early on to help out his father and his older brother Shawn. He had always been the shy side though he was kinder than most boys in town due to his Mama raising him to be the gentleman he is. It was no doubt that people knew him and his twin sister Beth in school since it was an extremely close knit community and ever since he was little he had always been on the protective side of his sister. He wasn’t much of a talker at times but the second that anyone crossed his twin, another side of him rose to the occasion. Music had always been a huge part of his life, singing in worship band at church on Sundays as well as playing the drums, Ben always had a love for playing. With his sister sharing the same passion, he pictured the two of them being able to perform together one day and even hoped that college would open those doors for the both of them. While all his wishing payed off, it was the money that set him back. Berkeley was a fantastic school for him and he knew that something big had to unfold for him there, however, the cost of tuition was too steep for the Greene family even with the scholarship he was offered. It wasn’t even two weeks later that Ben saw the ads for the Zombie Experience and suddenly hope had sparked in him once more. Maybe he didn’t have to set his dreams aside to work on his Dad’s farm all his life…

WAKEY WAKEY...

He was dazed -- confused to where he was and what even caused him to end up here. All he had was his name and the rest made him draw a blank. There were two faces though -- two girls that seemed strangely familiar but he couldn’t be sure who they were. It was all blurry and for all he knew they could’ve been the reason he was in this place. But even through his amnesia, that was all that he had to go off of. It was all he had left and maybe if he found them... he would be able to put the pieces together. 

Ben Greene. That was all he had left. His name and those faces that haunted his distant thoughts.

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Daryl had been on his own for almost a week now. He was stressed and still confused. But he had figured out that the things that wanted him were no longer human and he had to stab them in the head. That was the only way to kill them. 

He had yet to meet anyone else that was alive. He thought he was alone out here, that everything was just out to get him. 

He was scavenging for supplies. He needed food and some more weapons. Right now all he had was a hunting knife he pulled off one of the dead and that hammer he found day one. The screw driver had long since broke, being an old rusty thing.

He was lurking around some buildings, hoping to find something good, when he saw movement. This movement was different than anything he had seen before. It was quick, it was normal. It was a person.

He wasn’t sure if his mind was just playing tricks on him or something, but he quickly stepped out and moved towards the store he saw the guy duck into. He had the hunting knife drawn just in case it ended up being a dead one. He slipped inside, looking around for the person and finding them with their back turned to him sifting through a box of goods. “Hey..” he called out, “Hey!” He had to be sure he was real.

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Another soft growl came from her stomach and she let out a soft groan. She needed to find some food, she hasn't eaten for a few days and she needed some food fast. Posy stood and grabbed her bag, putting it on her back, and hooked her knife into her belt before she stepped out of her hideout. She heard the soft sound of a twig snapping and she pulled out her knife quickly before turning towards the sound, silently hoping it wasn't something that would try to kill her.

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Why could she remember her sister and no one else in her damn family? It made no sense to her and there she was alone, wandering the streets like a lost puppy trying to remember how the hell she got there. Why it was so....vacant. Letting out a soft sigh Maggie stopped at a tree as she sat down. Her back against it. Shit wasn’t adding up, the only thing she had with her was her bag and her knife that she found. Nothing else she was starting to get hungry and she needed something to drink. Maybe a little rest would suffice. 

Though Maggie sat there too long as she closed her eyes, dozing off. The snap of a twig jumped her awake. The knife in her hand as she stood up quickly throwing her hand out to stab whatever was coming she stopped frozen just inches away. “What the hell Beth! I - I’m sorry!” 

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