#para:event

[sidney--parker]

The Emptiness Will Haunt You || A.J. & Sidney

A nightmare. That's what this is. He is asleep, stuck in slumber from the terror that's unfolding right in front of him, and he won't wake up. The earth below his feet trembles, the ground cracks, opening up a darkened abyss mere inches from his feet. In his dream he'd managed to light up a light bulb and when he held that bulb out in front of him there was no source of light emanating from the simple household item to penetrate the darkness and that only confirmed this was actually happening, that he was awake and experiencing Hell all over again.

He took a few cautious steps back from the abyss, eyes watching in terror as something begins to crawl its way out. Thoughts of Quantico race through his mind, how the sky had opened up, unleashing fiery beast upon them and this is too much like that. A black-eyed, shadowy...something emerges from the hole and the only visible features as far as Sid can see are the eyes.

In the second it took him to draw his gun and knife, the thing lunged forward, intent to take him down to the ground, but thinking quick he managed to sidestep and bring up his knife to slash along the creature's smokey, black side. What kind of damage he dealt can't be seen through the shadows concealing the beast. It slides to a halt, turning and raring itself for another leap. It doesn't matter what creature lies hidden underneath the shadows, if Sid's learned anything from the past year, it's that these things need to be put down. Bringing his gun up, he aims and fires.

[bentley-harris]

Powers That Were Given || Anais & Bentley

There was nothing like be damp in a room with a chill in the air. The floor covered in puddles of melted ice, which wasn't a completely bad thing. The water could benefit to him in someway or another, he just has to figure that part out. Bentley stood a few feet from three men who tried to make an attempt at the group's food supply while Anais was standing a few feet away, dealing with a four. Four men meant four types of powers. Anais was dealing with a white marked one much like herself and Bentley was stuck with the others; blue marks, black marks, and red glow. He and the woman had been having a casual conversation why it is he shouldn't smoke when the group literally got the drop on them. The room had been dark enough for the devil to transport them all via shadows. Bentley had wasted no time in drawing his gun and opening fire, grazing the executioner on the upper part of his left arm. A wall of ice circled around the supplies, he and Anais on one side and the four men on the other.

Bentley saw through them, what their plan would of been if he hadn't saw the preacher healing the brute he grazed. One could get them in and out, one could break through things easily, one could fight from a distance, and the last could heal them of any injuries. The wall seemed like a good idea at the time until it started to crack and melt. The first ball of fire broke through the ice, instantly melting a hole in the ice behind them. Fuck this. So much for getting out of this without a fight. He motioned for Anais to to rush the preacher when he gave the sign.

As the wall crumbled before them, Bentley's whole demeanor change much like it had when he walked trough through the doors of the police station that fateful day. A chunk of ice sailed from his hand in the direction of Anais' target, and when he rolled out of the way, Bentley intercepted the ball of fire meant to weaken his attack with another chunk of ice. He gave her the sign, she rushed, a mini wall of ice cut separated both groups to a side in the room.

Taking a deep breath, he patiently waits for the next move from either of his three foes as he scans the area for possible solutions to end them. Bentley was not about to let these guys leave with their lives. He's killed before and he can kill again.

[sidney--parker]

Same Old War || Layla & Sidney

The headaches only last so many minutes now, but they're still excruciating to the point that he has to steady himself. Sid's still only able to float things up to eye level and sometimes it's with ease and sometimes it's difficult. And sometimes it comes with such ease that the object he's floating flies directly at him. If he's ever in a predicament where he'll need to dodge paint brushes and mallets, Sid will be good to go. Being in the back of the store brought enough silence that he can practice without any distractions that could possible scare the crap out of him and send the mallet sailing into someone's face.

But that's exactly what happened. He was concentrating on lifting the tool higher in the air if possible and then something crashed into one of the forklifts to his right, causing him to turn his concentration else. The mallet sailed through the air until it smacked someone upside the head. Sid lets out a gasp as he waits for whoever it is to scorn him. But nothing ever came, which was odd. If he was hit in the head with a mallet, he surely would be yelling at whoever did it. The light is too shitty to tell who it is, but there's just enough to see the silhouette of a figure making it's way towards him. His eyes widen at what's walking towards him; it was not someone from the group. Gunfire can be heard coming from behind the door into the store and that's enough to tell him this was not good.

This zombie's different. It's legs were slightly bowlegged, it leaned abnormally forward due to the arch in its back to where it was able to have it's hands act like legs. At some point something must have happened to the neck which arched like its back. Out of all the things to come after him, it has to be a mutant, and what makes it worse is he's all alone. It's just prepubescent Sidney left to fend off the beast before it could make its way into the store where the others are fighting. Taking a deep breath, he draws his knife with his right hand and his gun with his left. In a matter of seconds the mutant is inches from sinking shark-like teeth into the man.

[kingalphamarcus]

Rescuing Saraya|| Marcus and Isaac.

Marcus had shifted, due to his anger, although Isaac coming to help surprised but then didn't given Saraya and Isaac's past history. "Let's go then." he said in his distorted voice as he moved into the Egyptian exhibit with the smaller beta. He made it, as he looked around. A heartbeat coming from the place in the room. He assumed Saraya was there, he began his move.

[scott-walters]

Another Way To Die || Evie & Scott

Nothing ever goes right for this group. If it's not one thing, it's another, and right now, this is unlike anything they ever encountered before. The horde of Harrisburg is definitely their most heated battle yet. Not even Stroudsburg or the Dark Man back at the high school could top this. It's horrible that the horde is the largest they'd ever run into, but what makes it worse is that everyone is separated from one another. Scott's so thankful that Julian decided to ride in the ambulance with A.J and Omar, thankful that once he has something set in his mind, he wants to do it. Since the young boy wasn't with him, that allowed Scott to worry less of him and more on himself and Evie. If it weren't for her wanting to ride in the truck with him, he'd be all alone right now.

Slamming the breaks on, Scott covers Evie with his right arm, trying to hold her in place as they bounce violently back and forth. The entire convoy was surround by thousands and thousands of the undead gathering from all over Harrisburg. The man could feel the girl trembling beneath his arm. "Evie, we'll be alright. I will let nothing happen to you." He practically shoves her out the passenger side door, thinking that maybe they could avoid fighting if possible. With Scott being the only one who could fight, that was the best option as of now. Guiding Evie to a back alley, a zombie lunched for the girl as once they rounded the corner, but Scott was quick enough to shove it against the wall, putting a bullet in it's brain.

Once they were out of the alley from fighting, they came out onto a main road which seemed pretty clear, nothing out of the ordinary. Watching the young girl closely as she walked a few feet in front of him, Scott had no idea what happened when he heard something metal, the sound of something horribly snapping, and his screams of pure pain when he dropped to the pavement screaming out curses. At first he thought one of the many monsters had bit him, but seeing what it actually was, Scott wished he were bitten.

Why the fuck would one of these be in the middle of the road? Blood poured from the many puncture wounds in his crooked legs, covering his hands completely trying to pry the damn thing open. Placed under loose newspaper articles was a deeper than normal black bear trap. He stepped on the newspaper not even considering that it might be a trap. It hurt like pure hell; which wasn't good news. Scott positions himself to get a better grip on the metal mouth around his leg, screaming for Evie to come by his side as the undead finally found them.

[sidney--parker]

Very Little || Hayley & Sidney

It was an official supply run this time and he wouldn't have to hide the fact that he and Felicia took on a mini-horde and her eventually getting bit. Sid wonders if she has told anyone yet or if she's trying her best to hide it. As much as he wants people to know about it, he knows based on their time together, she's avoiding everyone, plus, he hasn't seen her in days since he's avoiding her. Maybe he could pull what he did with Layla and tell Omar, and hope she doesn't come to kill him.

To keep his mind off that thought, Sid hurries to the room he claimed for himself and gathers his things. His gun hangs on one of his hips, his knife on the other, and his bag thrown over his shoulder. Hayley is his partner on this run and he makes his way towards the lobby to meet her since they'll be raiding the third floor of the nearby high school. Stepping into the lobby, Sid throws his hood over his head, tucks his hands into his pockets, and uses his back side to open the door as he passes Hayley. "You ready?"

[sidney--parker]

Fire And Bone At It Again || Beck & Sidney

He was going to keep his promise to Layla, sorta. Sid had to make sure he went to see Omar for the sake of not pissing her off anymore than she is. The only thing, he didn't go right when he woke up. It wouldn't of hurt to give a few hours in between, after all, Sid did feel fine. No, 'fine' isn't the word to use right now, he was far from being fine. Ever since he met Layla back at the elementary school, his feelings conflicted with his judgement. He does like, he really does, but it's so hard for him to be in relationships with girls because they were the people he was always close to. It was hard for him to have those thoughts and actions with the people he respected as a whole.

The only thing on his mind on the walk to find Omar was, of course, Layla. She made his stomach flutter with butterflies every time she's around. Even when Sid had his other two girlfriends, nothing made him feel the same as he does around her. It shocked him last night when Layla was the one to kiss him. But he's starting to see things a little bit more clearly now, and maybe, just maybe, might talk to Layla about where they stand. The clatter of metal draws his attention to his right. There was Beck working on the Vic. The car was still in pretty bad condition, but it's starting to get there. "Hey, Beck. You're awkward like me, right?" He said walking over. What was one more pit stop going to hurt? "Can I ask you a question?"

[scott-walters]

Bump In The Road || Lynn & Scott

The only thing that had Scott worrying about the move was who he'll ride with. Piper had given him the keys to the truck that she and some guy named Josh found weeks ago. When he went to load his bag and bat into the truck, he was astound by what it kind of truck it was; an orange, 2012 Ford F-150 SVT Raptor. It was the perfect vehicle for an Apocalypse. He jumped into the driver seat and started the engine. Everyone was piling into there representative cars and were almost ready to move out.

Staring out the window, that's when he saw the blonde woman straggling behind. The truck had an extra seat and she seemed to be left out. So out of the pure kindness of his heart, he offered her the seat. "If you don't want to get left behind, I have a seat available." He had no idea whether she planned to travel with the group or not. She had to give him an answer soon since the cars have started to move out.