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//plotting call for my undercover monster son !!

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   ACT OF COURAGE GROUP VERSE BIO | AUDREY JENSEN | 18 | SOLITARY | ZOMBIE EXTERMINATOR

       it hadn’t seemed so bad before. in truth, she’d been handling the whole thing pretty well for someone who was clawing her way through the zombie apocalypse. some of her friends--- she hadn’t known they were friends, not until the group they’d built to stay alive was getting picked off one by one--- hadn’t made it this far, and still she’d been fine. she had noah. even if everyone else in the world turned into a freaking zombie, she’d be fine as long as she had noah.

       she no longer has noah. it’s so typical, too. the person you love most in the world becomes infected, and what choice do you have but to put a bullet in their brain? 

       she doesn’t feel right, joining the community they’d gotten so close to just before she had to put him down. she’d buried him close enough that she could see him from the outskirts of red doe, but she hadn’t been able to make herself go inside until someone offered her food and a bed to sleep in. her muscles ached and her stomach growled, but she felt hollowed out. it took her days to talk to someone, days to realize she didn’t want to stay. now she spends most of her time outside, lingering around noah’s grave. it’s almost as if she’s guarding it from the undead rather than red doe, but if anyone asks she just says she’s blowing off steam.

       sometimes she spends a few nights inside, resting her bones and socializing, but she never stays for too long. it doesn’t feel right to sit still anymore.

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       ACT OF COURAGE : GROUP VERSE BIO  //  HAYDEN  //  18  //  red doe  //  scavenger

and so, it began. it began with coming home at 3 am, and seeing his roommate dead. dismembered. a gouging wound in his throat, deep wounds crossing his stomach and foam at his mouth. it made him sick, of course. his first instinct was to panic. death never made him feel like this--not since his sister. but, he’d never seen someone so RUTHLESSLY killed. he called 911 and he stuttered out what he was seeing, passing a hand back through his hair. who could do such a thing? all the woman on the other line could say, was to turn on the damn tv. to this day, he’d never forget what he was seeing. live reports of the horrors of what he could only assume was the end of the world.

and so, he ran. he found his roommate’s dog locked in his bedroom, so he took him on a leash, threw whatever he could into a bag, and left. a cigarette between the lips and his dog in the back seat, stopping on the side of high way cliffs to feed the dog and scavenge for food. he got lucky, the first few times. abandoned gas stations in the middle of nowhere, grocery stores galore. it wasn’t long until he ran out of gas, and it wasn’t long until he ran into one of them. he found he had to do without a gun, as he had run out of bullets, the first few aims. really should have looked for amo. 

he hijacked a car at a car dealership and hit the roads once more. and then, he came to red doe. he was exhausted, worn down, and starving. it wasn’t long until he made friends, and it certainly wasn’t long until he took responsibility and decided to get to work. now, currently living as a resident and scavenger, he does the best he can to prove himself a hardworking citizen. 

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          ACT OF COURAGE : GV BIO  //  DAVID  //  25  //  red doe && green roof  //  hunter

          he’d been pretty set on dying during the thick of it. not really something he was actively trying to do, but not something he was avoiding either. in a lot of ways, the end of the world felt like just the inevitable final step in the shit show that was david’s life. but as civilization seemingly burned around him, he was fine. lived with shotgun in hand-- but mostly because he thought it made him look cooler. did the bare minimum, because, hey, death was inevitable and fuck everyone who didn’t just make peace with their looming mortality, right?

                   but then something happened.

         on his way to make sure his friend was still alive, dave got caught by a doomsday cult. some group of fanatics who believed that whatever those walking corpses were, that they meant salvation. SACRIFICE TO THEM AND GAIN-- dave had just about tuned them out. the process began, infection spreading to the unlucky others who had been trapped by these lunatics. desensitized eyes watched as one by one the sacrifices turned into the living dead. and then it was his turn. he can still remember the sharp pain and the crawling burn as the draught of death travelled through his bloodstream. his last thought before the world turned to darkness was about damn time. what happened next is a blur, something he probably will never understand for as long as lives*: he woke up. a layer of blood caked his face, torn flesh burrowed beneath his fingernails, and stringy muscle caught between his teeth. his body didn’t really feel like his own, but his mind was clear. he was david wong. he’s been used in some unholy sacrificial bullshit. he’d been transformed. he’d killed them all. and yet... he was still himself.

         stumbling from the thicket, he found a stream, washed himself off, and... made his way home to find some floss. 

         it’s easy to forget most days that something isn’t right with him. he looks in the mirror and sees the same loser he’s always been. he crosses between red doe and green roof, shotgun still in hand. he’s started to try to be a better member of the makeshift societies that have popped up in the face of despair. hunting. but mostly dave keeps to himself, finding distraction in whatever bullshit he can. and when an inhuman hunger grabs him by the gut, when he looks at someone and swears he can hear the blood rushing through their veins, when he’s reminded point blank that there’s something wrong with him-- he does whatever he can to push the thoughts away. but he’s a monster, living among a society still teetering on instability. is he a time bomb or a messiah? a man or a monster? fuck if he knows.

* which might be a very very long time