[hr][hr][center][b][i][color=f1c40f][h1]The Walking Dead: Year 5[/h1][/color][/i][/b][/center][hr][hr][center][img]https://image.ibb.co/kTjDSp/TWD_Yr_5_Title_Image.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][h3][color=f1c40f]Character Death Count:[/color] 45 [color=f1c40f]Limbs Lost:[/color] 3[/h3][/center][hr] [i]So unreal. Time passes.. Everything changes...[/i] Out, deep in the woods of Georgia, as the kudzu grew like wildfire a scream ripped through the chattering of birds. Their songs going silent as the screaming was echoed with the flapping of wings as a flock of dark feathers lefts the trees and headed to the clouds rolling over head. There was nothing that could be done. They tried, how they tried. They had found each other once again on the road to Zebulon. It had been a happy reunion as hugs were exchanged and deep kisses of love. They never thought they would see each other again, even though voices had been heard on the radio, there was always doubt because if the people of Newnan had learned anything, nothing lasts forever. In the end it didn't matter. Breath, just breath. Take a moment, see what you have, what you don't. A quick break to stretch your legs. We will get back on the road shortly. Just a few minutes. A few minutes. A few last minutes. A yell for help in the woods. It sounded familiar. They had to go. They had to see. No one that survived got left behind. Not today damn it. Stay together, weapons ready, but we are going. Move out. A sound, another call for help. There, hanging off the ledge of a ravine. I see her. Rope, where's the rope? Anchor, hold your ground. Who is it? I can't see a face! No more words. Red hair. Tie me off. I got this. No I weigh less. By the time they got down to the body it was too late. Cries. It wasn't someone they knew. Pull me up. Hoist, pull! Shit! The ground! Red Georgia clay, it slips and once it starts, nothing stops it. Grabbing a hold of each other, grabbing a hold of the rope. Each trying frantically to save themselves and the ones next to them. Oh god no... We can't get to them. No, we have to go. The hoard is coming. Run! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. The hordebuster fired up and drove as fast as it could gain speed south. There was nothing that could be done. They were gone. We couldn't save them. Tears flowed and all was silent as they watched in the rear view mirror the hoard coming, knowing that at the bottom of that ravine lay three bodies. One of a woman they had never known, and two lovers still gripping each other for dear life even in death. The tears flowed freely for Tiffany and Ray that day. They had died trying to save someone else but in the end it didn't even matter. [hr][center][h3][color=f1c40f]Character Death Count:[/color] 48 [color=f1c40f]Limbs Lost:[/color] 3[/h3][/center][hr] Zebulon, that was the destination. Yet, this would barely be a stopping point. Wiffs of white smoke rose into the air that could be seen for miles away. Pulling up to what was thought to have been a safe point, a moment to breath. It wasn't. The place was burned to ash and was still smoldering. There was blood, so much blood. Whoever had been there was now gone. Charred remains could be seen in the building. The smell, it was something that would not soon be forgotten. They were too late. We have to wait, there could be more. They could be dead! You want to die! Maybe! The world was on fire. Could anyone save them? Could they save themselves? What was the point. More were dead and they didn't even know who this time. Sometimes even death couldn't provide closure. They refused to count these deaths, these bodies. They didn't know who they were. Maybe they were part of Eden. If so they didn't deserve to be counted among their dead. What hope was left? Hope springs in the least likely of places. Tied to a Speed limit sign, a pair of silk ballet slippers. Written in Blood... [i]J. South.. T...[/i] Two letters, one word, a line of blood in the shape of a heart encircling it as the slippers waved against the sign in the wind. It was no destination but it was a direction, it was a course, it was hope. For now, it was a small light of hope as the winds shifted and ash caught up in it, dancing across the street empty of life, save the five of them. Time to go, we're moving out. There was a destination in the mind of one of them, and it was south. Keep hope going, for now. [hr][center][h3][color=f1c40f]Character Death Count:[/color] 48...+? [color=f1c40f]Limbs Lost:[/color] 3[/h3][/center][hr] We're getting out of here and we are getting out of here now. That was the consensus. The building was crumbling, the Edenites were dead, the supplies raided. They had to move. There were five of them that remained even though they had come in with seven. Lucky seven was not so lucky. There would be no retrieving the bodies. No burying the cowboy and the kiwi. They barely made it out with the own lives. They couldn't go back. You could never go back. Give me your hand. No, I got you. You got this. Toss me the bag. Ready? Can you walk? This way. Hurry, let's get out of here. No, this way. No, I said I would go here! There isn't time! We have to run! Where are they all coming from? I don't know, just go! Which way? South, head south! I'm sorry, I tried but I just couldn't. We couldn't. I wasn't going to risk their lives anymore. You know where to find me. You better fucking find me. You made a promise. Turn south. Keep going. We're out of gas. Okay we hoof it. We can't. You need to rest. No, we keep moving. We stop and things go bad, we don't stop, we don't ever stop. We have to. Some of us have to eat. Eat while you walk, it's in a can. Would you two stop fighting over a can of pasta? A crappy can at that. Fighting words? Keep moving. Fine, rest. We can rest here. [i]Walk. Rest.. Repeat...[/i] Shit! What is it? A bear trap? Fucking hell! Get a crow bar. Hold on, we got you. We'll open it, you pull. Ready? Three, two, one! Fuck! Was that supposed to happen? Oh my god. Get the med kit! Fuck that, get inside. Lift the leg! Keep it up! Can you? No, it has to go. Get me a saw! This is going to hurt. Bite down on this! Ready? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I found it, how's the fever? Well I found some meds locked in a glove box of an abandoned car. Hold on, just a little longer. Hold on. It was all we could say. Hold on. The cold wasn't helping, or maybe it was. Winter was hard, on anyone. To someone that had lost a limb it was agony but maybe it was what helped us keep the fever in check until we found medication. We might have lost a leg, left leg right below the knee, that winter but we did save a life. Sure, it is hard getting around but Alex is a strong one for an old grunt. Manny earned that can of O's. [hr][center][h3][color=f1c40f]Character Death Count:[/color] 48 [color=f1c40f]Limbs Lost:[/color] 4[/h3][/center][hr] Two groups of known location, unknown to the rest. Team Newnan kept pushing south but had to start going west. Sometimes a week would pass, sometimes a month, but eventually a sign would pop up. Smeared in blood or clay. It told them to keep heading this way or that. They kept following. Somewhere around November, in the bitter cold and just over the Alabama border there was a sign. It was different from the rest and caused the hordebuster to come to a screeching halt on a slick road, thankfully the drivers skills had improved behind the wheel. [i]J. South.. T...[/i] This sign was different from the others. This one had on another sign below it more written. James Sally Newnan, born September 17th. On the sign by the name were two tiny foot prints smeared in clay. Paper, who has paper? Press, carefully, carefully. Hold still. Your foot is in my eye. Just a second more. Got it yet? Almost! Hold on! Got it! They're alive! Somewhere. Maybe. September was a long time ago. Months is an eternity in this world. Come on, we gotta keep pressing on. There is still a promise to fulfill. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f1c40f]We Carry On[/color][/i][/b][/h1][/center][hr][hr] Each group kept pressing forward over the next months and through the new year. There were set backs, break downs, fights, walkers, people that crossed their paths, but the groups kept moving. One followed the signs, another followed a map. Both in the end have the same destination - Mexico Beach Florida. Neither group has managed to get there. Both are still pressing forward. Today is April 1st, 2012 and it is mid day. Now we pick up. Now we carry on. Now we are the [color=f1c40f][i]Survivors[/i][/color]. There are now direct Latitude/Longitude maps available in the OOC - you can click on those and zoom in and around for more detail. Those below are just your detailed maps. Remember, there are more walkers out there, these are just the most obvious. [hider=Team Swamp - Okefenokee Swamps, Georgia 9/02/18 Update] The truck comes to a full stop and sputters out where it is. It is no longer making any noise but you can see white smoke now coming from the hood. The girls are holding their own currently and things seem calm, you can no longer hear that odd sound that was coming from the west. Pm for rolls. More in Waynes post below. [img]https://image.ibb.co/hyWyZe/Route177_Ok.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider= Team Newnan - Headland, Alabama 9/02/18 Update] You have followed the signs and ended up in Alabama. The haul has been long. The Hordebuster broke down several times over the last year but you have refused to abandon it, spending days or weeks at a time to fix it, find gas, etc. It has been worth it though as it has saved your asses more time than you can count. You have been on the road since dawn but supplies are low and this is the first town you have come across in sometime that doesn't look like it has been through a war zone. It looks used but it is in far better condition than most you have seen. You haven't seen a sign from Tatiana in three weeks. Last one though was a pick me up. [i]J JS rolled over T[/i] [img]https://image.ibb.co/dgZJZe/Headland_Alabama.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=Team Eden - Quincy, Florida 9/02/18 Update] Alright, it was a long trek. You have been on foot for three days. Finding a house as the woods break was a blessing. You haven't rested since dawn. More details below in Thana's post. [img]https://image.ibb.co/bQByZe/Quincy_Florida.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0072bc]Thana Martin[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/a5cfbc3af0716e8a01cc43d035de052d/tumblr_on319vCTlR1up42jgo3_540.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=0072bc]Location:[/color][/b] Quincy : E9 (Front Porch) [b][color=0072bc]Skills:[/color][/b] Survival, Pistol[/center][hr] Thana drew her pistol. She only had one of two left. They both had been her fathers, ones her sister had gotten a hold of and were left behind in Newnan when she died. Thana could do nothing about losing one of them but she guarded this second one as if it was a child. She would rather be using a knife right now but supplies were limited and all she had was the gun and all it had was one bullet left. If she had to use it she was going to make it count. Looking around the front porch she was quiet. One never knew what could be waiting inside for them. Poor Alexander probably needed a rest right now. They all could use one. They needed supplies. Desperately. It had been a long trek into Florida over the last year. Her destination was Mexico Beach, Florida. It was a small beach town, retirement type place, about an hour east from Panama City. Somewhere she had gone as a child. Somewhere her father always told her if anything happened to go there. It was all she had left. She had made a promise to get there. She was going to. Yet she had others to watch over now as well. There was the five of them. They had been through hell together but they had made it this far. She wasn't going to abandon them, not now, not even for Ash. That was even if he was still alive. She didn't know. She didn't try to think about it but she did from time to time. Late at night, when it was quiet, it would creep into her mind. They had only shared a day together but he was the last one she had shared any moment like that with. Gavin was gone. How he had died and she still lived perplexed her. If anyone was going to survive this shit storm of a world now, it was him. Yet he didn't. Taking a deep breath she glanced over at the two other women in the group. [color=0072bc]"Shall we clean house ladies?"[/color] she asked quietly. Looking over her shoulder back at Alexander and Manny. Manny needed to stay with Alex. Alex was still healing, still getting used to walking with one leg. The girls were the brute strength of the group right now. Not that the guys couldn't fight. They were a hell of a pair, but it was better with the women taking point on checking out a new location. It was just logical. [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=598527]Wayne Maldonado[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/xT0xeNe4UWIUnwHTCE/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=598527]Location:[/color][/b] Okefenokee: F14 (Outside Truck) [b][color=598527]Skills:[/color][/b] Not a damn one[/center][hr] [color=598527]"Would you shut for two seconds I gotta think,"[/color] Wayne yelled as he rolled the window down and spat onto the ground. The spit clinging to his bottom lip he wiped it away with the back of his hand. There was a deep groan that came from him as he leaned back in his seat. [color=598527]"Huh, what?"[/color] he asked looking a direction where no one was at first before turning his head and spotting two other men. [color=598527]"What the fuck."[/color] Wayne tried to open the door but it didn't move, then he shoulder checked it and came stumbling out of the thing on the driver side, falling and rolling onto his side. His face hitting the ground just in front of the truck. [color=598527]"No shit I fell, back the fuck off. I swear if you try to kiss my boo-boo I will wipe my ass with your blue fur,"[/color] he yelled as he stumbled to his feet and jerked around, slinging a rather thick Feliz Navidad scarf around his neck and snucking up the snot in his nose. Pulling out a small baggie of pills he downed some before shoving it back into his pocket and grinned psychotically. [color=598527]"Hey there,"[/color] he said before swinging wildly at the air and starting to run around like he was trying to catch something. Maybe if there had been a bird there or a butterfly it would have made sense the way he jumped and swatted at the air but there was nothing. [color=598527]Get back here you blue buck toothed glitterfucker!"[/color] he yelled as he ran around the truck.