Kuro

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What Are You Listening To?

What Are You Listening To?

The Dead Don't Die.

AJ Beaufort

Location: West Caldwell Streets
Skills: N/A

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The woman she had struck tumbled down to the ground in a loudening crash.

AJ frozen in place. Her posture had grown stiff as she gripped the crosse. Blood pressure ran sky high, and her chest heaved with every breath she took. She had kept herself safe from that... thing. It wasn't going to feast on her flesh any time soon, like they had done to her coach.

A voice spoke out from behind AJ. An unfamiliar voice. She didn't quite make out what they were saying.

"I-I," AJ spoke. Her voice quivered. "I got it. I-I told it to stay back, but it kept coming."

But then the voice walked passed her, and approached the woman she had just struck.

"No!" She called out, taking an unsteady step forward. "Stay back!"

Her concerns were quick to fall upon deaf ears. The stranger knelt down in face-ripping-off-distance, and asked if the other woman was alright. Alright? Why would anyone care if it was alright? It was going to eat you! Why won't she listen? Why couldn't she take her words for truth? Had she not seen what they did yet? A tightness grew within AJ's chest as she feared for the worst to come. The "oh-god-help-me-its-eating-my-face-AAAAAA" part. The part that more often than not came with death and a grisly mess of blood and body parts. She didn't want to see it happen to another person, even if they were flirting with the idea of their own death.

As the woman shifted, wheezing out what air was left in her lungs, AJ readied for another strike. Her shoes skidded against the asphalt in panic as she took a defensive stance. She wasn't going to let it make her chow. Not now. Not ever.

Yet, before she could strike, it spoke.

It. It spoke.

Oh god. Oh no. Nononononononono. She had just swung at someone. A living, breathing person. Not one of those things.

"O-oh my god," She replied. The crosse was hurriedly dropped, and AJ rushed to the woman's side across from the stranger. "I'm so sorry! I-I thought you were one of those things!"

AJ glanced at the woman, and looked for any sign of injury from the impact. She immediately noticed the cloth covering the knee had been shredded, no doubt from the impact the woman took as she hit the ground. Haphazardly swinging the duffel bag around her, AJ hastily dug through the compartments to look for any kind of medical supplies. Neosporin. A band aid or two. Something that could at least help the injury until it could be properly looked at. She had to have something in her bag to help—after all, her mom had made her carry first-aid after the last accident she had during practice.

Still, as desperately as AJ dug, she found nothing. Her face went pale. Crap. It was probably still at home, and not in her bag. She was a goner if her mom found out, provided the woman she had just knocked out didn't get to her first.

"U-Uh," AJ anxiously said, looking across at the stranger. "Kaitlyn, right? AJ. You, uhm, don't happen to have a band-aid or something on you?"

Alexis "Lex" Karczewski

Location: West Caldwell, Shell Gas Station
Skills: N/A

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With toilet paper on the mind, Lex followed the group into the gas station. It was crowded, with people buzzing about and employees trying to keep up with the chaos. Were it not for the fact that people were eating each other a river over from where she was, it might've been comparable to a free day at the museum. The flow was difficult to keep up with, and she knew full well how the clerks felt as the constant beep of a scanner was heard not far off from where she stood.

"Right, right," Lex spoke, largely to herself. "Now where is it?"

Her eyes scanned the gas station aisles, trying to spot the toilet paper. Motor oil, no. Gift cards, nah. Surely this gas station had some to have some kind of toilet paper for sale. It might be an expensive off-brand or something, but Lex was willing to take anything to save herself and anyone else the trouble of being able to properly go the bathroom.

Eventually spotting the toilet paper out of the corner of her eye, Lex turned down the aisle it was in. There, however, she locked eyes with a man with a bloody arm, clearly from the bite wound she soon noticed. In his hand was a pack of gauze, which Lex had known would likely help stop the bleeding from the pressure it placed upon the wound. But the bite itself? Well, Lex was no doctor. Just a security guard with some basic first aid knowledge. It probably needed stitches, she figured.

"Hey," Lex cautiously called out for her own safety. The man already seemed panicked, so she didn't want to startle him. "The gauze might help stop the bleeding, but you're probably going to need that stitched. It's just going to get worse if you don't."

Kali Nordstrom

Location: West Caldwell, Shell Gas Station
Skills: N/A

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Kali nodded in response. Still, she felt uncertain about leaving him alone. Of course, Kali was used to him playing the "cool, tough guy". He had helped wrangle her co-worker away from Jeff, and saved them from the kid who had tried to attack them outside her apartment. But this time, it felt different. She struggled not to worry, despite him asking her not to. Something was up, but Kali wasn't certain what.

"I'll see what they have," Kali responded, and stood up from her seat. "Hopefully they still have some in the coolers."

Following some of the group into the gas station, Kali was met with pandemonium. It was like the dinner rush all over again, but instead of a desperate rush to get food out onto the floor, this time it had been people panic buying necessities at convivence prices.

Dodging the mess and crowd, Kali broke away and made her way over to the coolers, and immediately thanked her lucky stars that there was still some remaining. The prices made her bite her lip; she knew she could only afford so many with what money she had. But did money even matter anymore, with people mauling each other in the streets? Maybe it wouldn't hurt to take one or two... with how bad it was in the gas station, they probably wouldn't even notice she slipped one into her purse.

Kali glanced outside, watching the officers that they had escaped with. If she was going to steal, maybe it wasn't a bright idea to do it when you were right in front of the law. Deciding against the idea, Kali grabbed what she could afford, and made her way to the check outs.

What Are You Listening To?

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What Are You Listening To?

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