[h1][color=996f5c]Wᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ Tᴏ Asʜᴇɴᴘᴏʀᴛ[/color][/h1][img]http://i64.tinypic.com/14wrhpw.png[/img]

The sun rose high in the sky from the east this Saturday morning, casting it’s an ember glow across the tiny speck of a town far below. The small coastal town of Ashenport and it’s residents just waking from it’s slumber. None of the residents have any idea of the horrors that await them later that night. But what is to come, will come later. For now, people wake up, getting ready to begin their day. A cool chill fills the air, as a light breeze blows across the sea. The salty smell of the ocean drifts across the port, and a few white dots on the horizon call out, revealing themselves to be one of the worlds most annoying birds: seagulls. 

The town is peaceful. The town is at rest. But soon, very soon, Ashenport will become an endless nightmare. This peaceful day will be the last memories for some, and the last good memories for others. Some will cling to this day just to keep their sanity in check, to remind themselves that once upon a time they were happy, they didn’t have to live in fear, that their world didn’t revolve around death, fear and destruction. Some will cling to the memory of one day when blood didn’t fill the streets and darkness wasn’t seemingly eternal. 

Hope. That’s what it boils down to. Those who survive to see the hellish transformation of Ashenport, will cling to an ever dying hope that things will return to normal. And who knows if they will; perhaps darkness will consume first this tiny insignificant port town in the middle of nowhere, and spread beyond? Or, perhaps the shadows will lift, and Ashenport will return to the peaceful serene place it is now. 

[color=996f5c][center][h2]Only time will tell.[/h2][/center][/color]

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[h1][color=#8bbbce]Mᴏɴᴛᴀɴᴀ Cʟᴀʏᴛᴏɴ[/color][/h1][/center]

Mo woke up next to a stranger, who had been spending the weekend at the hotel she called her home. She opened her eyes slowly, the mascara of last night sticky and causing her eyelids to tug as she viewed the specimen in front of her. Handsome, young, and new. She had done pretty well for herself, a smug look drawn across her face. She sat up quietly, gathering her clothes off the floor and holding them to her chest. She walked over to her purse and grabbed out a pack of thank you notes she had just bought from the general store earlier that week. Pulling one out from the plastic wrap she started to dig out a pen from her purse. The man in the bed began stirring as Montana picked up her speed, grabbing a pen and scribbling out something on the card. 

[color=#8bbbce][i]Had fun. Ur Cute. Thanks

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It was a very strange ritual, but Montana had been doing it for a few years now and didn't have any plan in stopping. She got herself dressed and left the card on the side of the bed where she had awaken from. Then before you knew it, she was gone. Deciding she would visit her brother and niece today, Montana made a quick stop at her own hotel room. Room 206. She took a shower, brushed her hair and teeth, and put on deodorant. Changing into a light weight long sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans. It was warm outside, but the sea always gave a chilly breeze. She put on a pair of boots and grabbed her leather jacket for later that evening. Her blonde hair in soft waves resting on her shoulder. Taking the stairs as her form of exercise, she passed by the front desk and gave a wave to Thomas.

[color=#8bbbce][i]"Have a good one Tommy, see you later!"[/i][/color] she called, not waiting for a response before pressing past the glass doors and going out to the parking garage and taken out her car. It was a basic ford focus, barely running and a dark blue mixed with rust color. She got into the front seat and didn't bother putting on her seat belt, or checking her rear view mirrors. Speeding out, she turned to her passenger seat and saw that a half bottle of Jack Daniels sat in it. [color=#8bbbce][i]"Oh you poor baby."[/i][/color] she cooed, putting her hand to it and picking it up. [color=#8bbbce][i]"Mommy left you all alone in the car all night, and now you're cold and oh so lonely."[/i][/color] she twisted off the cap and took a morning swig. 

Very classy.

Very responsible.

Eventually she arrived over at her brother's home. She hated how creepy it was, right next to the hospital, and so close to the cemetery. How morbid it was, that everyone that they couldn't save at the hospital got tossed just across the street in a dirt pile. Montana shook her head, pounding on the door loudly. [color=#8bbbce][i]"Are you both awake? I wanted to take you for breakfast."[/i][/color] she called out, looking around for a fake rock or welcome mat that an extra key could be under. She doubted Charles would be so thoughtful, to let his only sister have a key to the house. Pounding again, she waited for any type of response.