#fortunaevent

[okaykieren]

This was nothing like the bonfires Kieren frequented in high school. Then again, times were wildly different then. It was easier, of course, when the only worry you had was that the neighbors might call the cops to break things up. That wouldn’t be an issue tonight, given that the entire system of government collapsed roughly five years ago. And Kieren couldn’t imagine this shindig would get that rowdy. Sure, there was excitement, the day had gone by in a blur of residents buzzing about tonight’s event, but it hadn’t really phased Kieren. There was something that didn’t feel right about things. It felt wrong to be celebrating with that status of the world around them. Maybe the apocalypse had just brought Kieren to the highest peak of cynicism.

Still, he attended the bonfire. Keeping mostly to himself, of course. After helping the other cooks prepare all day, he was let go to enjoy himself. Or at least try to enjoy himself. The odds of that actually happening were low. Either way, he was happy to not be on duty for the night. He had positioned himself just a bit back from the large pyre, sitting in the grass, his back against the wall of one of the many structures in the outpost. He watched the flames dance against the night sky, turning to sparks that mingle with the stars. Somewhere nearby, the sound of someone with a guitar, playing actually well, filled his ears. It was surprisingly peaceful, really.

With a sigh, Kieren felt himself smile just a little. “Okay, so maybe this isn’t the worst.” He said to himself, inadvertently catching the attention of someone nearby. “Come on, you can’t tell me this isn’t just a little macabre.”

[veronicasegovia-blog1]

she'd stop her work on a new casualty of madness to count how long it was for a new round of gunfire to ring out as if she was trying to tell how far a storm was. there was dirt on her knees from falling in the initial panic and crimson on her shirt from her help. she tried to settle her nerves to will her hands to stop shaking but it was easier said then done. this wasn't the best first impression for fortuna or community living.

there was just a moment where she could try a get something resembling peace. she nearly jumped when she realized she wasn't alone, but she kept her head down trying to hold on to some false front of being anything but fried nerves, " it's not polite to sneak up on people. "

[mackxrichards]

Mack was no stranger to parties, the previous group she had been with had never been worried about making sound. They had enough muscle amongst them to keep the dead at bay, and even more so welcomed a good bout of killing. But that thing. That was something Mack had never witnessed before. There were always tales of course that spread amongst the living, but none that Mack ever cared to believe. 

‘‘Mother fucker!’‘ Mack shouted, taking down the runner in mid run. The two tumbled to the floor with Mack driving an arrow up through its mouth into the brain. She heard the clatter of her bow being knocked away from her and her head shot up, eyes widening at the stalker almost on top of her. A shot rang out, passing straight through the stalker and through the window of a car behind her. Glass shattered and Mack leaped to her feet, gaze meeting her saviour.

Her lips quirked up into a smug grin as thanks and she snatched her bow from the ground, turning and running off in the opposite directed, shooting off arrows at the behemoth of an infected. No goddamn damage was being caused, frustration welling up in everyone trying to keep the dead at bay.

It wasn’t too long later that Mack spotted her ‘saviour’ again, their roles reverse as this time a clicker came out nowhere, racing straight for them. Mack nocked her last arrow, watching it shoot in a straight line through the air and successfully hitting the clicker right through the head. ‘’Now we’re even!’’ Mack called over, the smug grin tugged at her lips again.

[gxbrielgxrcia-blog]

‘‘Pick up a weapon or go help the wounded.’‘ Gabriel shoved a magazine in the rifle, sliding a bullet in the chamber with one swift click. ‘’This is what I worried about. All the noise and that hijo de puta hiding away when he should be out here helping.’’ Gabriel patted a medic on the shoulder, leaving them to help the person he had just dragged back through the gates to safety. He looked at the person he had first spoken to, jerking his head towards the gates in question. ‘’Coming?’’