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[troy-boden]

I look around at the people here, seeing the way the look and the sadness written on their faces. Loss of ones they cared about in their eyes and I wish there was something I could do make all the pain go away. Then there is part of me that just wants to continue killing biters. 

[troy-boden]

We need to leave || Day 9 || Troy & Open

They couldn't stay here anymore. All areas were being collapsed by walkers. Their safe haven wasn't a safe haven anymore. Troy had scanned the damage down and it couldn't be fixed. No one else would be saved by the doctor. It was the start of looking out for those who were healthy enough to go. "We can't stay here another night. We need to find a way to get out of here." He spoke to those around him. It was the beginning of the end. 

[troy-boden]

Day 8 || Welcome to Hell boys || Troy & Open

In two days he managed to lose two of the three people he was still standing to fight for. The cruel reality slowly dawning on him, but it wouldn't break his spirit. They wouldn't die in vain. He would avenge them, however that would be possible. He bowed his head and gave them a minute of silence. Praying that they were somewhere safe and in a much better place. 

He woke early, still exhausted from his killing spree the night before, but he moved around to find where he left his backpack. He still had some food in there. He pulled out a can of food and scrunched his face at what is was. "Beans." He shrugged his shoulder and fetched the opener. Food was food and he would need his strength. Pulling a spoon from the bag, along with a new shirt and changed before eating. 

The team had managed to find a safe refuge, but that was after losing almost all his team but the other groups team. They were slowly diminishing. It was only a matter of time before they would have to leave. He finished his can and found a garbage to put it in; there was no point in recycling now. Running his fingers through his hair he looked around at the group. "I'm going to go look for supplies or shit, anyone want to come with me?" 

[christopher-watson-blog]

Day 7 || April 21st || This Is Death - All the World Is Mad

Since his injury a few days back, Kit had been struggling through the days. Every single one of his days he felt that there was a danger headed his way. Things seemed better now that they had finally reached an area that wasn't out in the open, but with the state of the world around him, he'd grown to know better than to expect that there was anywhere that was particularly safe. It was for this very reason that he kept Shay in his sight every single day of his life. 

Their group had felt a lot of relief once they had reached the hospital, and although he had been able to receive some medical attention and was feeling better than before, there was still a fear in him. Sure, he had only dislocated his elbow, and shoulder, something like that wasn't healed 100% when it was fixed. He needed time to heal, and there wouldn't be that when there were zombies walking around. He needed to be at his top health, and without that, fear was his constant companion. 

It was on this day that any false sense of security that people had been lured into feeling since their arrival at CC West came crashing down upon them. The barricade had been overrun, and any person who was able to fight was called to do so. It was all hands on deck, and despite not feeling completely perfect, he refused to sit back and let Shay fight alone. He was going to be there to protect her. It had been the two of them together since they'd found each other, and he would be damned to allow her to do this alone.

Standing by her, Kit had two weapons, a gun, and a long hunting knife. The hunting knife was stuck in his belt, and with gun in hand, he and Shay ran to an area to help and protect the rest who were incapable of doing so for themselves. Round after round was shot into the heads of the zombies that kept approaching in waves. Kit's eyes constantly flicked back to where Shay stood, fighting like the strong woman that she was, pride alight in him as he watched her. 

There seemed to be dozens, and dozens of them. As the herd of zombies near them seemed to die down, Kit felt his heart slow down, and he was just about to allow himself to breathe a sigh of relief when another, much larger wave of zombies approached. "SHIT!" 

Dear God, please let me have enough bullets for this, or most of this. He knew the answer. He knew that God wasn't going to give him any more magical ammunition. As he popped off shot, after shot, he felt his fear rise. The next shot could be his last, and then finally...

POP, POP, POP.... CLICK...

There it was, the fated last shot. The number of zombies was overwhelming, and his heartbeat flooded his ears. Pulling the hunting knife from his belt, he took steps back toward Shay. "Shay... Shay! Please!" He called out to her, stretching his hand out to her in a desperate attempt to feel her warmth, the life in her touch. 

Her hand grasped his, and he felt the tightness of that hold, praying for a miracle rescue, he turned his attention back on the zombies in front of him. stabbing as quickly as he could, while holding on to the woman that he loved more than anything in his entire life. Kit was hyper-aware of every movement that Shay made, every sound that she made. As zombies poured towards them, it seemed as everything began to move in slow motion.

Highlights of his life flashed before his eyes. He prayed that his parents would forgive him for leaving home. He prayed that they would be able to move on from the loss of their youngest son. Kit hoped that his brothers would understand that one he loved unconditionally, and the other despite their rocky relationship, he cared for just as much. 

Adele... Evie... Kit hadn't heard their names in any of the broadcasts, and for that he was grateful. He prayed with all his might that if he couldn't survive, at least Adele and Evie may make it through this hell alive. He felt an indescribable pain shoot through his chest at the realization that he would never be able to see her grow up, he would never be able to show her the love and devotion that he was planning to give her for the rest of her life. Adele... I'm so sorry, love.  His dearest friend, whom he loved second to Shay. 

They had a history, a long history that started the day he arrived in America in New York with ambitions of becoming a Broadway star before he had achieved that dream. Kit was sorry that he wasn't there to support her, to give her his unfailing friendship. They had been through many highs and lows, and somehow through it all he could never hold anything against her. He cared for her so much. He hoped that Adele could continue on with the same sort of carefree spirit that she had maintained prior to this. All he wanted was for her to find happiness after all of this was over. 

It's all I ask, God. Since Shay won't live... I ask that you allow Adele and her... my daughter live through this. Although she is not my daughter in blood, or in name, she is mine all the same, and I need her to survive along with her mother. 

He would never know if his prayer would be answered, but all he could do was hope, because he was seeing that glimmer of hope in surviving this fight fade away to nothingness. They were overrun, Kit knew it. They were alone in this corner, he and Shay. His eyes turned to Shay. "Love... Darling... look at me." His voice was pleading.

Once his eyes locked on Shay, he knew he only had seconds, and those seconds felt like a lifetime. If he was going to die, he was going to die with his last vision being the love of his life, and he wasn't going to allow her to die with the last sight being fear in her eyes. 

"I love you. I love you more than anything, and I will love you after this. I will find you then. I will be with you then, just as I am now. You are the love of my life. You have given me joy where I thought I couldn't find it. I am not sorry for anything. I regret nothing with you. You are my everything, Shay. Everything." 

With those words out, his eyes never left hers, never left Shay as he felt the searing pain. He refused to allow her to see him that way. Forcing himself not to show that pain in his last moments, with the last strength he could muster he gave her a smile before he was pulled down, his hand grasping hers tightly. Although he couldn't see her anymore, he could feel her until finally... gratefully, he embraced the blackness, relieving him of the excruciating pain that he was feeling, and relieving him of the duty to be brave for his love. 

[christopher-watson-blog]

Day 4 || April 18th || We're Living On Borrowed Time

The decision to split the group so that they could pursue the people that they needed to find, or to make it to a place where they felt they would be better protected both worried Kit, as much as it made him feel as though things could be better. They were headed to CC West. Honestly, the hospital could be a great place for them, and with that in mind, he was prepared to get the group there safely. 

However, safety wasn't completely in the cards for their group. Traveling between point A to point B left them out in the open, and the better part of unprotected. With the house that they had been in, they were fairly safe simply because they had been given a little time to prepare themselves for what was out there, and therefore they could protect themselves just a bit better. Although, Phillip's house provided an all-in-all poor location to keep themselves safe for the long run, they could have stayed a little longer, but they didn't.

On the transition they encountered a group of zombies, of course they wouldn't get through it without a fight. The men of their group took charge of protecting the others, and although they all chipped in during the fight, Kit's eyes would flit to Shay constantly to make sure she was safe. It was as he fought next to Macken, and he realized that the man was about to be attacked from behind in a quick fight he was already having. Without a second thought, Kit reached for the man, as the zombies grabbed on to his shirt, tugging him towards them for the meal they wanted. Kit pulled with all his might feeling a pain shoot right through his arm. Biting back the pain, he was relieved when the other man was safe, and completely unscathed. 

He'd saved a life. it was a life they couldn't spare in their group. They needed every able-bodied fighter if they were going to make this trip alive. After they finished, Kit finally allowed himself to feel the pain, but silently. Fear was coursing through him as his eyes landed on Shay. How could he possibly keep Shay safe if he was injured? Surely he wouldn't be able to protect her in the way that was necessary with an injury like this where he could barely keep himself safe. 

Refusing to show his weakness to the group, Kit gritted his teeth, and he silently brooded as he kept near Shay. All the while he felt a true fear for the first time since all of this had begun. Uncertainty for the days ahead, he tried to calm himself so that he didn't allow himself to become overwhelmed by what could, or could not potentially happen in his future.

[troy-boden]

They're coming to us || 04.21.14 || Troy & Open

What first alerted him was the screams of others. He jolted off his seat and reached for his gun, tucked a knife away in a calf holster he found and reached for his machete. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and he jumped up and down a few times before running out of the room.

People were running up the stairs frantically, in search of somewhere safe to be. Troy did the opposite, he began to weave through the people leading down to the main level. His eyes widen at the sight of how many biters broke free from the barricade that was built to keep them out. Innocent people were dying. It was like a blood bath. Troy figured this was his time and his moment. That he would go down with a fight.

He would save his bullets in a dire moment. Tucking his gun away behind his back, both hands gripped the handle of the machete and he began to swing at any limbs he could make contact with at the walkers. The last blow going to sever the neck off or a direct pierce into the brain. This was a fight he intended to win. Troy had decided, that if he was going to die, he was going to do it at the side of his best friend.  

[kailanimaris]

People Say Goodbye In Their Own Special Way || Day Seven || 4.21.14 || Kailani, Bentley, and Adele

Everyone had to pull their weight at Delta and Kailani liked the idea of helping to get her mind off of everyone and everything she'd lost. Alan told her to take it easy while her body went through the steps of the miscarriage, but she just wanted to move on, even if she didn't know what that meant. The first day there had been her first day of real food, medical care, and a proper shower. It was more than that, she had Jenner, Adele, and Bentley. She'd had her first familiar hugs and her first thankful 'I love you's'.

They'd told her what they'd been up to, someone had cleverly thought to cross some of the buildings with robs or ladders and hang flickering lights off buildings at night to draw the biters away from the safe zone. During the day they'd been sending the smaller girls to go down the water drains, sewage drains, or dow the narrow walkways they'd created for protection as they were extending the safe zone. They'd chuck bombs at the crowd of biters that had assembled under these lights and wipe out the hazard. They weren't military, it was just chemical bombs or whatever they found in the station that they could use. Some of the people in the group were smart, smarter than Kai and they told her about the traps they'd set called IEDs...They told her these things to explain to her that she was safe now. They told her these things and all she wanted to do was help more people be safe.

When she woke up with the sun, little Evie asleep next to her she kissed the top of the baby's head, not wanting to waste any more time letting the people she loved know that. Jenner was there, still asleep but she did the same to him before she left the room. Everyone had guns and knives, it looked like a game to her. There she was, wild haired and doe eyed in boots, denim shorts, and a thin cotton t-shirt, walking through a street filled with guns and running, orders and elbow pads. There wasn't a reason for why she'd lasted so long in this world, even before the chaos started, she just always seemed to slip through unnoticed and forgotten. Still, she found Bentley with Adele- who looked worse off than before and offered to help.

After some discussion he reluctantly agreed to let her go through the pipes and replace the timed bombs. They were narrow pipes and she'd spent her whole life in a box, sometimes quite literally, there wasn't a single fear going through her mind as he told her where to crawl , a simple straight line out and back. It couldn't be said that they'd been smart about it all, more lucky. The pipe wasn't one for the buildings people were staying in it was for the ones on the east side of the street, they learned this after a miss fire of a bomb a little ways down the road. They'd since moved a car over the hole and all she'd need to do was crawl through the pipe, chuck it out the hole, and crawl back quickly.

The girl didn't look at Adele or Bentley as she went down, fearful that she wouldn't have that beautiful brave face she'd seen on some of the others. The ladder down wasn't long, the tunnel wasn't bright, the warmth of LA didn't reach down there and her nerves truly kicked in. The girl's small hand shook with how tightly it clasped the little killer. With her boots squeaking behind her as she made her way to the gap her heart raced more and more, as if she realized how unfit she was to help in this way, how she should've stayed with Evie and savored the baby's sleeping face or just followed Adele or Bentley around until they shooed her off. Approaching the hole where she'd be chucking the thing she seemed to become hyper sensitive to the groans of the zombies, her mind in a panic over Axel, Jean, and Riley being the people she was about to hurt. Her eyes watered and she let the thing go.

You see, there are moments in life where you just need luck, like in tennis and the ball hits the net. There are little moments when something can go your way or it just doesn't...This was one of those moments where it wouldn't.

Rapidly crawling back in a frenzy, she was unaware of the fact that the bomb had hit a car tire and rolled back in, beeping as it stopped int he rubble at the opening. Beep. She was closer to the exit, shoes squeaking behind her, wet. Beep. Squeak. Beep. She could see the ladder, reach for it if she wanted to. Beep. Stuck. Pivoting her hips she yanked on her boot, and tried to undo the laces. She heard them, Adele and Bentley, "My boots stuck, I'm coming." That's when it happened, the thing went off and everyone could see it hadn't gone right.

The car blasted away from the opening and a fire hydrant blew water everywhere. Inside the tunnel there was now rubble and a steady stream of water. Maybe it was luck that the blast went up and out, it gave her more time...time to die that was. Kailani tried to cough away the dust in her mouth but it wouldn't go, she couldn't even hear herself cough at first reaching for the ladder she tried to pull herself toward the ladder but she felt more stuck now than before. As the smoke disipated she saw why, the collapse was large and the rubble was moving toward her, covering her more than it already was. Supporting herself with one hand behind her she started to unbury her legs to get to the boot whose laces were snagged. If she'd have looked at that hand she'd have seen the blood in the water, seen how fast the water was rising, but Kai was a simple person that never noticed things like that.

Her ears wouldn't stop ringing and then, in the darkness she felt hands behind her, Bentley was half down the hole, he didn't fit at all and she laughed, "You're like a giant in a mouse trap. I just need to get my shoe off I'm stuck. Be up in a second."

This was the problem with adrenaline, nothing prepared you less for amputations, blood loss, or zombie resurrections less than adrenaline when you were a naive dreamer like Kailani. The tunnel was half full, and a particularly large chuck of debris blocked her view from that was going on and her ability to get up. She felt the tug on the other side, assuming her boot was free and she held the debris dragging it along hoping it would break or from the movement. It didn't shift and her boot wasn't free. No, her leg was gone above the knee and even though she was going to bleed out in minutes that slab of debris was going to keep her pinned there as she drowned to death.

Resting her back against the ladder and looking up the hole she saw Bentley and Adele, her sweet smile spreading across her full lips. "I don't think I did it right. We should probably find something else for me to do." Her nose crinkled as she sighed, realizing that the water was now lapping at the slab of debris. "I'm a little stuck, but I'm tired. I'm just going to rest a minute and then try to squeeze around it."

Closing her eyes, she seemed to fall asleep and when she woke up she shivered, so cold and scared, she was wet and there were so many faces at the hole. The water was at her neck and splashing her face. There was no way to describe the abundance of things she felt. The adrenaline had worn away and she was in so much pain that she screamed and cried, "Bentley, it hurts!" Her large eyes seemed to go wider as she reached up to them like a child pleading to be picked up. "Help me! Please!" she tried to tug on the ladder or pivot her hips. She cried and pleaded and hurt and they knew because they tried, they'd tried to save her and they couldn't.

As the girl sobbed, tilting her head up for her last few breaths she reached out and took their hands in hers, squeezing them with every once of pathetic strength she had left. "Don't leave me here to hurt someone. I love you, okay? I love you, and I'm so sorr--"

The girl tried to hold her breath, she was good at that. Eventually it just hurt to much to try anymore and, like falling asleep, she felt her fingers slip from them and she was alone and it was cold and dark. Everything hurt, her legs and lungs, her head and ears, but mostly her heart. She'd grown up her whole life thinking she was a curse and her final thoughts weren't that she was loved but that she was finally being punished for loving people so much. There wasn't a restart button, it didn't matter how kind you were to people, it didn't matter that her whole life had been terrible except it the last year and that if anyone deserved a fast and painless death it was probably the people that lived a pain filled life. It didn't matter because no one deserved to die that died in the last seven days. There were no kisses or warm arms to hold her in the moment she was most afraid of, she just had to let go, accept the fate she'd been told she deserved. Letting out her last pocket of air, the bubbles tangling in the dark tendrils of her hair as they moved like dancers in the now thrashing water, and with that Kailani left them.

[troy-boden]

Enough is enough || 04.20.15 || Troy & Open

Enough was enough. He was done. And now he was stuck in some fucking clinic he didn’t want to be. Troy was teetering on the edge of explosion and being cooped in this clinic was pulling at strings inside his head. This wasn’t where he wanted to be. Sure, he got Kit the medical attention he needed, but now he wanted to leave. He knew no one here. They were all just faces. The people that mattered to him were out there…or dead. And after finding out about Sebastian’s death, there were only four people out that there that mattered to him. 

The walls were beginning to close in on him. Amalia was gone once again. Gillian, he knew nothing about her where about’s, which was neither a good nor bad thing. Bentley and Kai were out there. Bentley was his family and he would fight anyone to get to him. Anyone who tried to stop him. This was outrageous. How did people expect others to stay in one place when there were people they cared about out there missing? People those would like to say goodbye to. And in the end, he was in a place alone. 

"I can’t fucking take this anymore." He bellowed out in the room. He didn’t care who heard him or what they thought about it.