Roran Hawkins

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Alex Clark - Haywood - Jessalyn/Audrey/Riley

Alex backed off surprised when a wounded man strumpled out of the room, and made hiw ay towards the center of the community. Everyone in the room was still busy helping the woman, and if they didn't feel the need to stop him... why should he? As more gunfire broke out and angry voices rang over the area he tried catching up with what was happening. He turned bleak when he realized that mutiny had broken out amongst the scouts, many like him seeing that this was nothing more than a raid. Leaning outside of the window he wondered why people were calling Thomas Tyler, untill he realized that only the locals seemed to be doing so. This wasn't just a raid against harmless people... This was nothing more than a personal vendetta for Thom... Tyler!

Suddenly the situation reached a boiling point and a lot of gunfire broke out along with lots of screaming, and from his position he could see Enrique go batshit crazy and slash down rebellious scouts one after another. "Oh shit... Oh fucking shit." He murmured as he backed off from the window, and wondered what the fuck he should do. He turned towards the two women and the man inside the room and gave them a troubled look. "You aren't bandits are you? Some of us have realized that, and now a gunfight broke out between those sticking with the plan and those-" He explained, finally 'calm' enough again to speak in coherent sentences, duering which his British accent became noticable again, untill he heard loud footsteps at the door. The door burst open, two scouts struggling against eachother, one armed with a rifle, the other with large kitchen knife. He drew his rifle on both of them, yelling them to stop, but they ignored him, and before he realized what was going on, the knife stuck out of one man's eye, protruding like a flagpole out of the ground, and the pistol spat bullets at him.

He didn't remember much of what happened during the chaotic few moments after that, but he found himself on the ground, bleeding from his side, trying to keep the knife from his throat as the other man used all of his strenght and weight to push it down. Adrenaline made time slow down as he desperately fought the piece of steel slowly descending upon his throat. If only he could grab his own knife... No, the man didn't give him enough time to do that, and as he thought of a way to struggle free, the man bit in his fingers, hard enough to draw blood, making him scream out loud as the knife fell closer to his skin again. As the man kept biting deeper and deeper he squirmed in pain, and with a sudden jerk he managed to push the knife sidewards as he gave up pushing it upwards, letting the knife just about pin his left arm in the wooden floorboards, but that brief moment of surprise in the other man's face gave him enough time to stab his thumb in the eye of the guy, releasing him from his precarious position. He drew his own knife and ... he stabbed. He stabbed the man again and again, and noticed how sickeningly easy his knife punctured his chest time over time. Once the man stopped moving, he crawled away from the dead body, untill he found himself sitting against the walls, bleeding from his left upper arm, and hand, right side, next to two mutilated corpses, blood all over the place.

Sadly for him, his problems weren't over yet. After a few minutes, the second corpse, the one he had killed himself, started moving again. It made some guttural noises as it scrambled to its feet and made its way to Alex again, now clearly unhindered by the deep stabbing wounds in its chest.

"Bloody hell."

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Alex Clark - Haywood - Jessalyn/Riley/Audrey

What was he stupid. Ofcourse they didn't want his help. They were raiding the place like bandits, and now he expected them to let him help a pregnant woman? He walked outside the room with the woman again, and saw his gun on the floor. He picked it up, and realized that he could hardly stand guard here. If anyone, be it a local or someone from the Outpost would see him, he'd be screwed. The locals'd probably shoot him at sight or shoot him after realizing he 'imprisoned' that pregnant woman, while anyone from the Outpost would wonder why he was guarding a random door and go inside. On the other hand, could he really leave this pregnant woman unprotected? The man had looked sturdy enough to help, but he was needed as a doctor. He couldn't leave these people alone. Footsteps drove his mind into overdrive, and he gave a silent knock to the door as a warning to be quiet.

His teammember had come looking for him, wondering why Alex hadn't shown up on the other side of the building as planned. Damn him, thought, as his mind raced to an explanation why he was standing awkwardly infront of this door. "Hey, what's going on?" The guy asked, his rifle pointing at the ground as soon as he recognized Alex. Ofcours he noticed something was wrong. He was pale, shivering and obviously shocked. How could he get out of thsi situation without getting these people caught? "Alex? Everything allright?" The man asked with a growing suspicion. Flashing through his mind were several possible actions, but he didn't like either of them. He couldn't go on killing this guy, he didn't even remember his name, just to protect these people, right? "Alex...?"

"T-T-There's... crawlers inside..." He muttered, stumbling over the simple words, and sought some support against the wall. "T-they didn't notice me... B-but it's ... it's a pregnant walker and ..." He continued, praying his words would convince the man not to look inside. His already upset body was easily swayed into faking nausea, and at a certain moment he doubted wether or not he was faking it. The other guy, winced sympathetically, and looked meaningfully at the door. "Shouldn't we like ... kill them? You know? Put them to rest... I mean, if it's a ... a pregnant crawler..." The guy then hesitantly asked, causing panick to pump Alex' mind into overdrive again. "N-no way! There's too many inside, and we don't know if there's m-more around!" He replied, and then, as he saw how he was convincing the other man, decided to take a bet. "No fucking way that this is a group of bandits man, no fucking way... It's obvious t-this community was breached, and those are fresh fucking crawlers in there... A pregnant fucking crawler man! These could never have been bandits!" He said with desperation in his voice, upon which the other man grabbed his mouth and nodded. "I... I don't know man... I ... I'll go check the other building..." He said, obviously being gripped by nausea aswell.

Once the other guy had left the building Alex let out a loud sigh, thanking whatever was up there for a God that the people inside had been quiet enough to let his bluff work. But now what. He still couldn't keep standing around in here, or could he? Trying to think of a solution he paced around the hallway, and quickly grew frustrated with the situation. How had he gotten himself in amess like this? How had he not seen what Thomas was doing, leading them here to raid these innocent people. Why did he let himself be so goddamn blind? Suddenly however the door behind him opened, startling him to death.

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Oh my God I just watched the last episode of the game, season 2. Fucking shit. Those season finales are major tearjerkers.

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Alex Clark - Haywood - Riler/Audrey/Jessalyn

The pregnant woman soon pleaded to him to let her in peace, and the man infront of him, clearly the doctor, promptly ignored his outstretched gun, walked past him into the room with the woman, and started doing his job. He felt absolutely miserable. These people could impossibly be bandits. These were just peaceful survivors like them. People trying to band together to make it out here. Or actually, ... He pondered, feeling his guts turn sour, not like them. They had raided them, attacked them, based on only the words of Tyler. Based on the fact that he said these were bandits. He had so easily swayed everyone to come with him and outright murder everyone in this place, making them into the real bandits, monsters. He felt at fault as a human being, and strangely as a student too. His professors had always pushed them to source check, to not believe unless you can check the source, but he had blindly believed Tyler just so he could earn his place back with the scouts. It sickened him how easily he conformed with a group just for his own personal comfort.

He glanced at the rifle in his sweaty hands, and saw his fingerprints showing on the wet metal. The fingerprints of a murderer? No. Not if he could do something about it. For a brief moment he felt the need to return to the Outpost and try to spread the truth about this place, but then he realized that that'd be a bad idea. Despite the council the person in lead of the scouts held all the firepower in his hands. The people of Haywood all too easily followed a single charismatic leader who dared take the initiative, something that should've been more evident to him after withnessing Reggie. Scary images of the Outpost turning into a murdering band of crazed people flashed through his head, and with a metallic thud the rifle crashed into the floor. He opened the door, showing both his hands, still pale, sweating and shaking, but with a sort of resolve now. At least he had a plan now.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Naruto : The Rise of The New Generations

Konohagakure Team 7 advances!
A collab between Lillydove, Mark and Roran

Summary

A whole lot of cuteness.

Mission

"Let's get moving." Kensuke said after doing a quick check of his gear, and his team. Kiyomi and Hayate had already climbed down quite a while ago, after Kensuke and Ezuri had checked the manhole for visible traps. He cut open the door where the stench of decay became even more overwhelming, nearly enough to even disturb Kensuke, who had travelled many a battlefield. Bloodstains started becoming more rule than exception on the grimy walls. Light was a luxury in here, and only the most occasional reflection of the light outside managed to uncover the dimensions of the empty room for the normal human eye. Luckily Kensuke had very good senses, having done more than one mission in similar environments, while Ezuri had his Byakugan, and Shisen her ears, her smelling sense probably being overruled by the gore.

Saying nothing, she nodded as her eyes watered and she had to wipe them, she felt no need to ulk on the ceiling at the moment and so she walked with Arashi on the ground as Kensuke-Sensei cut open the door. Nearly choking on the scent that was flooding through her nose, Arashi whined at the scent and was trying to paw at her nose. The smell of blood, it was faint as she saw the bloodstains and shuddered at the thought of what might have happened here.

Ezuri now covering the back kept his eyes peeled as he followed Kensuke, Shisen and Arashi in silence. So far they havent encountered any enemy, traps were also far from regular. Ezuri checked every room with his byakugan for traps, chakra signals and other signs that might give them an idea of what was lying in wait of went down here in the past. While pinching his nose, Ezuri chanked the next room but sees no traps in this room either so he followed Shisen over the floor, waiting at the end for Kensuke to open yet another door.

Nodding as the entire team had entered the room, he inspected the next door. Nothing odd about it, except that this one lacked a doorknob, which had been present on the previous doors. In fact, he noticed that once there might have been one, but that it had been removed later. Someone obviously didn't want this door opened anymore. Time to find out why. Cutting through the lock after a careful inspection of the door itself, he heard a click as the metal gave away. In the dark environmentit was the movement of air on his face, the neglible sound of two objects colliding, but he knew that he didn't want to find out. He pulled back his hands and jumped back as a guillotine-knife drilled itself into the ground near the door. Suddenly it was very obvious why there was no doorknob. "There's traps from here on, ladies and gentlemen." He said, opening the door.

The next room seemed yet another not quite identical but pretty similar room that seemed to posess nothing of note. A thick, hairy and grimy rug was placed on the floor, and a single fallen armoire lied down on the floor. Taking to the ceiling again, he inspected a dark spot on the rug as the genin entered. There were countless dark spots on the rug, probably dried blood, but this spot looked eerily different. It was ... strangely geometr- "Trapdoor!"

Shisen stayed quiet, trying to sift through the scents that mostly included rotting flesh and the other horrible foul scent but it was becoming more and more difficult as they moved forwards. Arashi growled as Kensuke-Sensei suddenly jumped back on top of her, snapping at him before Shisen could calm her down as the dark was making the Ninken even more on edge than usual along with the scents. "Arashi... It's fine," Shisen said, touching the back of the Ninken as she heard what was said. Nodding, she stepped next to Arashi instead of being behind her, she would be able to keep her under control better than behind her. As they continued on, slower and more aware, she took a deep breath as she detected a more distinct smell of blood that was aged. A second, that was the difference as Shisen grabbed the scruff of Arashi's neck and jerked back, just before she took that step.

Ezuri, the last one to enter did hear Kensuke-sensei yell something but he could not clearly hear it, however it became really clear as he nearly bumbed into Shisen. Ezuri was just about to ask her why she stopped so suddenly as he saw the rectangle shape just in front if her, a trapdoor? looking further into the room he saw the rug, stained with blood, an armoire on the ground, nothing seemed to be in it and another metal door at the end of the room like every other room before this one. "It seems that there are no more traps in this room" Ezuri said. Not wanting to step on the rug he followed his sensei to the ceiling, waiting for Shisen and Arashi to get back in front of him before he moved on.

Kensuke nodded, an invisible response due to the limited light, and was seriously considering summoning a source of light now. Even he was getting trouble moving around. The carpet had been a lucky call, one that wouldn't repeat itself. He got to the next door and repeated the entire process again, this time without risking to lose his hands, and entered into the next room. Once more the next room did not bring much variation except for the odd chair that was nailed to the ceiling, as if it was placed there just for Kensuke to go sit on. Staring at a strange spot on the walls he needed to come closer than he liked to realize it was a simple mirror. By now their lack of light was growing more of a real hazard than it had been an asset for stealth, so he allowed himself to create a flame the size of a match on his thumb, and got irritated by the flame reaching up his finger due to the fact that he was standing on the ceiling. The smell of decay and blood was still overruling any other, but at least he was slowly getting used to the nastyness of it. This time too there seemed to be no traps anywere in the room as far as he could see, and he cautiously advanced over the ceiling towards the next metal door.

Feeling something shaking under her hand, she looked at Arashi who was the cause of it and she frowned, seeing her Ninken afraid was not something she liked seeing. "Whatever this is... It's not good..." Shisen said so both could hear her. In truth, anything that could scare a half wolf Ninken was bad. Shisen focused more on sifting through the scents, barely able to handle the two strongest scents that she already figured out. Kensuke-Sensei didn't seem to show any signs of seeing any traps but she still kept a strong hold on a Arashi , in case he was wrong. " Ezuri... Anything?" she asked.

As Ezuri entered the room behind Shisen he scanned it like any other "nope, nothing here" he answered her question. He looked up at the chair, nothing out of the ordinary other than it was nailed to the ceiling. Then he looked at the mirror. "Kensuke-sensei" said Ezuri looking at him "I think I see somethi-" He was about to end the semtence by -ng behind the mirror but as he looked again he didnt see anything. He swallowed "Sensei... there WAS something behind that mirror"

Kensuke gave Ezuri a comforting look. "I didn't sense it emitting any killing intent, so whatever it was, it doesn't want to kill us. Yet." He replied, inspecting the door. "Try and find out what's behind it." He said, vaguely gesturing at the small mirror. It was about the size of an eating dish, so there was hardly any way in there. It was disconcerting though that Ezuri of all people had spotted something there. He was used to seeing moving and flickering shadows that often scared people, but someone with the Byakugan startled by something like that? Well, there was only one way to find out.

Arashi sniffed the air, detecting a rabbit scent, maybe? Shisen also noticed the scent that was strongest around the mirror and taking note of Ezuri's discomfort, she frowned. "Either a rabbit is still here or was here not long ago, nothing that bad," Shisen said, patting Arashi's back. The Ninken whined, probably wanting to chase the scent but knowing that it was not allowed, yet.

Not really satisfied by the explanation given by Shisen Ezuri carefully appraoched the mirror. With one hand grabbing a Kunai getting ready to stab or deflect anything coming out behind of it, the other grabbing the mirror at the top, jerking it of the wall. he waited a couple of seconds before setting the mirror down on the ground. He peered into the narrow about one feet diameter hole. It went far to the back and made a curve there. due to the barriers in the wall Ezuri could not see past the curve but untill there, there was nothing. "I can't see anything, but its longer than i can follow with my eyes" stepping away from it he looked around one moment "Err, Kensuke-sensei, what shall I do with the hole? Leave it like this? Hang the mirror back? Blow it to pieces? Install an exploding tag in case something tries to crawl in or out?

Looking back, the boy actually asked a sensible question. [b]"Hang the mirror back for now. It didn't look like whatever has been in there would be able to remove that mirror so far, so I don't see any reason to worry." He answered after a moment, and finished unlocking and inspecting the door, in reversed order ofcourse. Looking at his squad, the tiny candlelight still burning on his thumb, he nodded at them before opening the door.

The other room surprised him a bit. There was electrical lighting, and he had to blink a few times to start seeing anything, blinded by it. He had entered what seemed like an average living room you'd encounter in any average appartment, albeit perhaps a little bit sparsely furnitured. A thick layer of dust covered most things making it clear that the place hadn't been used for quite a while, except for a single path in the dust that led from a drawer to the right of where Kensuke entered the room towards another door at the opposite side. The drawer was opened, and from behind the wooden door a small white rabbit stared at him. He cautiously entered the room, and cautiously approached the rabbit. The room seemed to be entirely normal, except for the rabbit in the drawer and the dust trail it had left going towards the other metal door, which was not closed for a change. The door was far too heavy for such a little rabbit to use, but the small opening it left was probably just about wide enough for the thing to squeeze through. As he approached the rabbit, he saw the long hallway Ezuri had mentionned inside the drawer, explaining how it got there. He still sensed no killing intent in the rabbit, and it seemed to be completely normal, as once he got within 5 meters of it, it jumped down and ran off towards the other door, squeezing through with some effort, just like Kensuke had imagined. It looked positively hilarious, but considering the circumstances it didn't amuse him at all.

Arashi barked at it, loudly, instead of staying in formation with Shisen, she went after the rabbit. "Arashi! No!" Shisen said, trying to grab her but the Ninken was too fast. Chasing the rabbit to the door and tried to squeeze herself in the door as well but failed, instead, she just barked in its direction. Pawing at the door way and whining as Shisen grabbed Arashi by the scruff of her neck, jerking her roughly away from where the rabbit had gone. The Ninken didn't snap, she could sense the anger coming from her partner and lowered her head in submission. " Stay next to me," Shisen growled at the half wolf Ninken.

Ezuri hung the mirror back in its place after he received an answer of Kensuke-sensei and followed his teammates through the next door. The sudden light surprised him but as soon as his eyes adjusted he blinked in surprise "what the..." movement caught his eye as he saw the white bunny jump down the drawer and dissappeared throught the next door, followed by Arashi, but she was too big to fit through the door. Shisen pulled Arashi back as Ezuri walked up to his sensei and the Inuzuka girl "What's next Kensuke-sensei?" asked Ezuri, getting himself ready for possible combat.

Looking at the situation as rational as he could, he reasoned that the compound may have been penetrated by rabbits over time, but that seemed highly unlikely. That corridor the rabbit had appeared through that travelled behind the mirror seemed to be made with some purpose. The pure white rabbit also made no sense. If it was a rabbit that saw the surface, it would've adopted a brown camouflage instead of the snow-white colour it had now. It obviously lived here, and that could only mean that ... There it was again, the little, tiny, fluffy white killer rabbit. Suddenly the room felt a lot more threatening as the rabbit seemed to swell in size as it unleashed a killing intent on them that surpassed even Kensuke's.

It lashed forwards, revealing razorsharp teeth and sheathed claws that made Arashi's look clipped in comparison and propelled itself forwards with a powerful thrust of its hind legs, faster than Kensuke had expected. The only solution he saw as the rabbit went for his throat was to coat his hand in wind chakra and bat it away with a gust of wind, splattering it against the wall. As the now blood-stained patch of furr dripped from the wall together with the squashed contents of its previous owner, little gleaming eyes appeared in the dark opening of the metal door. "There's more of them!" Kensuke yelled, falling into a combat formation, ignoring the gashes into his hand made by the rabbit. The moment he had started speaking the rabbits started pouring out of the door, but also out of the small tunnel in the closet. This seemed to be turning into fluffy situation.

Arashi saw the small adorable white bunny run out and darted after it, seconds before she realized what was happening and witnissed the rabbit grow in size in their eyes, her playful barks turned aggressive and she began to snarl at it. Shisen could only stare at it, making a mental note to not get any more rabbits ever again, forever scarred. "Bunnies are supposed to be cute...." Shisen muttered, slowly making her way over to Arashi and gently tugging her back towards the group. Just in time to see the deadly rabbit get splattered against the wall and soon more upon them, it was a field day for Arashi. Focusing her chakra on her hands and feet, her eyes becoming slits and her nails becoming claws. She adapted a feral appearance and glared at the rabbits that advanced on them. Even though she was ready to fight, she just wanted to run away.

As soon as the first rabbit reappeared and send out of wave of killing intent, Ezuri's legs gave in and he fell to his knees, he got visions of him and his team getting torn apart by hordes of bunnies. He only snapped out of it by a plash of bunny-blood in his face. He looked around and blinked and saw another rabbit appear in the doorway. Ezuri took on his traditional Juken style fighting stance but then he saw the wound on kensukes hand knowing taijutsu wasnt gonna cut it. He grabbed a kunai and with his other hand he sent a vacuum palm at the doorway that was now gushing killer rabbit as if a dam broke through.

As the vacuum palm tore a thin line in the swelling rabbit ranks, Kensuke realized that the rabbits were really dangerous, but not that much of a threat. They were amazingly fast and nimble assassins, but they had the fortitude of, well, rabbits. "Do not under any circumstances let them get close to you." He said, assessing the situation. The rabbits had two entry points. The metal door and the small corridor. If they could seal off one entrance they could simply kep splattering rabbit skulls in the small entrance left by either untill no more evil rodents charged at them.

"Ezuri, Shisen, try to stop the rabbits from entering through the door. It's easier to hold them there than in the room." He said, running over towards the drawer, sending a falcon wing against the already arrived rabbits to daze them, and sent a wind stream into the small corridor, giving him a few seconds to work with before the rabbits around his feet would kill him. Surrounding his hand with fire chakra he then started to work on the metal port untill it was welded thight, still searing hot for any suicidal rabbit to touch.

Then he felt scratching claws in his neck as a rabbit tore a part out of his pauldron's neck guard as it flew past, and he knew it was time to get out of there. Using the wind stream technique again to blast him away from the wall, he added fire chakra to the wind stream as he retreated, essentially making him breath fire. The burning bunnies seemed unscathed by the fact that they were on fire, and kept charging, as if they could feel no pain at all. He dared a glance at Shisen and Ezuri holding those off at the door, and knew he had to deal with the dozen or so rabbits in here on his own. Briefly a thought crossed his mind that if he'd die here he'd be reported to have been killed by 'flaming killer bunnies', which made him chuckle a bit as he kept dancing around the room, eviscerating rabits on the fly.

Arashi let out an ear piercing howl, hoping to startled the rabbits while giving Shisen a headache and snarling at the ones that were coming from the door that Kensuke-Sensei was not near. Snapping at them as she shook from the waves of killing intent, it was becoming hard to keep fighting with all the killer bunnies sending waves of killing intent towards them, it appeared that Shisen was somewhat frozen in place as she shook from it and was at the moment unable to snap out of it. However, her ninken, nipped her hand which seemed to do the trick as she took out a kunai after that and started to attempt to fight back.

As Kensuke headed for the drawer, Ezuri, Shisen and Arashi took turn at the door, sending through an air palm every now and then or a couple of shuriken or kunai. Arashi bit the ones coming through or they would get impaled by the kunai Ezuri kept in his hand. The genin were lucky the door was open just a crack so no more than two bunnies could come out at a time, were it not that they climbed over eachother, they tumbled out the door like a wave. Ezuri and Shisen did a good job cleaning up but if Kensuke sensei did not close that drawer soon and help them out here they will be overrun in a matter of minutes.

"Aaarghh!" Kensuke snarled between his teeth as a rabbit bit straight through his arm protector. Coating his left arm in wind chakra he swung it, cutting the bunny's face in half. At first he had been surprised to see bunnies, then amused, but now he was bitten not once, but twice... Yes, Now he had gotten angry with them. Letting out an almost feral growl he unleashed the full potency of his killing intent and blanketted the area with it. His team would certainly feel the killing intent, but it was not directed at them, and might soothen the killing intent directed towards them. The bunnies, completely unphazed except for a moment's hesitation, kept attacking him, but their momental hesitation gave Kensuke the chance to corner them, and then unleashed a falcon wing with fire chakra, searing most of the bunnies to the bone. He had used a tad too much chakra, but damnit, that thing had bitten straight through his arm protector. His side of the room cleared, he now put his attention on the genin. So far they were holding back most of the threat. Kensuke joined them in their game of whack-a-mole untill suddenly and rather abrubtly, the stream of rabbits ended.

Looking around at the carnage, he frowned. "That's it. I'm never going to like bunnies ever again." He said, then taking a look at his arm. It was a rather painful but harmless wound, and it wouldn't give him any trouble for the rest of the mission at all. Even now the annoyance of being bitten by a crazy fearless burning killer rabbit already irritated him more than the actual pain of the injury. "Everyone okay?"

As soon as she did not have to worry about bunnies attacking from behind, she was able to focus on the threats in front of her more and had managed to puncture quite a few. The ones that got past Arashi also had to worry about Shisen stabbing them with pretty much nothing but hate and distaste. Pretty sure that if she ever saw a bunny again, it would be too soon. As Kensuke-Sensei joined them, the wave of killer bunnies stopped and left them alone, tired and irritated. "Arashi... You can eat any bunny you want..." Shisen said, the ninken wagged her tail and let out a playful bark. Coming over to Shisen and sitting down nicely, looking at Ezuri questionable. "We are fine," Shisen said to Kensuke-Sensei.

After impaling the last bunny with his kunai, pinning it to the ground until it stopped squirming, Ezuri let himself fall backwards into a sitting position. Sweat dripped off his head. "Next time I see a bunny, I'll think twice before petting it" he said, cracking a ever so slight smile. He had a couple of scratches but he managed to keep the razor teeth of the bunnies off him and so did not receive any injuries. "Phew... so, what's behind this door?" he wondered, standing up and dusting off his clothes. Ezuri pulled his kunai out of the dead bunny keeping it ready while he waited for kensuke to open the next door so they could pass it.

Kensuke tested his arm and how much the wound bleeded, judging it neglectable, and then turned towards the door. A mountain of rabbit corpses had clogged most of the opening, but there seemed to be not much different with this door than any of the previous ones. Pushing it open, wary for any traps, he let the light of this room shine in the dark hallway that led to the next room, looking eerily similar to the previous one, except that there was no bunny-hole in the wall, nor ravenous and murdering bunnies. Luckily.

Arashi turned her attention towards the next room as Shisen slowly stopped using the Four Legs Technique to avoid using more chakra than what she thought she would need at the moment. She noticed the similarity as well, keeping her chakra focused on her nose to detect any scents or something strange. Nothing unusual came to her attention, just the decaying flesh, the fowl scent and the newly added scent of rabbit corpse.

Entering last was Ezuri noting that this room was also nicely it and sparcely furnitured. No traps, holes of any kind or chakra signatures, small nor large. Ezuri looked around in search of the door or other entrance to the next room, hoping that this wasnt a dead end.

The new room only had a single metal door again, and nothing that really stood out in particular. Upon careful inspection it showed no peculiar oddities compared to previous examples, so Kensuke started working on opening in. Nodding at the genin once he was ready to get into position, he opened the locked door once more and took a good look at the next room.

Shisen and Arashi slowly followed Kensuke-Sensei, keeping a cautious attitude while doing so. Getting the signal, she moved to the right of Kensuke-Sensei and Arashi bared her teeth at whatever may be in the next room, now they just needed to wait or something.

Noting Kensuke's signal Ezuri got on the other side of their sensei ready to throw an attack on whatever may be there lying in wait for them, he let his chakra flow to his hand, ready to execute any Hyuuga jutsu if needed. Ezuri focussed, no rushing, no risks but carefully coordinated attack and defense sequences... if there was anything behind that door of course.

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

I hope my post is alright. I didn't know exactly if the attack had begun yet, and if something was planned to happen to Jess already, so if anything's wrong or needs editing, give me a shout.

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Alex Clark - Haywood - The attack - Jessalyn

He had been overjoyed when they had allowed him back in the scouts, and the prospect of doing something had gotten him so excited he hadn't had an attack in the last few days at all anymore. Hope had kindled within him that he might be starting to heal inside, when the next scout operation was announced; an atack on yet another criminal band. His enthousiasm had carried him through the original shock, but he didn't like the prospect of going out there solely to kill others. He didn't want to be a murdere, wether it be out of self-defence or not. Killing crawlers was one thing, but living humans...? Then again, he didn't want to try his luck and stay behind. He had just been allowed again to prove his worth once more, to prove that he was not a nuisance, and he had to take it with both hands. He had to do what was best for him AND for the entire community. Join the attack.

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Once there he had joined the assault team, simply because he was a terrible shot. He had been given a military grade assault rifle of sorts, as they now had weapons in abundance, and been ordered to charge in and clear a rather large building. It was a bit sad, he thought, as he snuk up on the compound. It looked eerily similar to the Outpost, with these walls around. Strangely enough it was so deserted compared to his new home, and the presence of countless graves accounted for that. "Crawlers..." He had been surprised by the lack of security these bandits had, and the longer he looked at the camp, the less convinced he was of his reasons for being here. These people didn't look like bandits at all. They were just ... well ... Like them. A community.

However, as the signal for attack was given, his hesitation was shoved into the background as he stormed into the complex, firing afew shots at the buildings, afraid to accidentally hit an ally. He was for once not carrying his pitchfork, partially because of the unwieldyness of the thing during a sneaky operation and partially because he didn't want to stab a human being with it that wasn't dead already, and he felt the comfortable weight of the survival knife against his thigh as he ran. While running he was surprised by their victims returning fire at first, he had only been shot at once before in his life, a few months ago, but once he was into the relative safety of the house's walls as cover, he noticed how little resistance they actually encountered. From what he had been told about the attack on the museum gang, bandits were supposed to have an awful lot of firepower. Back then they had lost two good men, but here it seemed to be turning into a real slaughter. Was it because of the recent outbreak of the dead that had occured in this settlement, or... was this really just another community of survivors? His stomach turned upside down as he imagined the concept of shooting innocent people that just tried to survive, just like him. That'd make him a bandit, a murderer.

Violently shaking his head, he kicked in the door in front of him, and stormed inside, checking all rooms for potential danger. However, he was distracted by his panicking thoughts, and the more rooms he checked, the more he saw, the more he was convinced that he had become a bandit. He already was overwhelmed with guilt when he had caused the death of some of his friends, was now about to cause the end of an entire peaceful community. Cold sweat ran down his spine and he passed through the hallway, and suddenly encountered a man running insidealong with a young woman about his own age, carrying a case of medical supplies. The man nor the girl looked armed, and with a pale face Alex aimed his rifle at tem.

"S-S-Stop!" He managed, trembling heavily as sweat ran down his pale face. A soft sound to the right of him drew his attention, and he threw a glance into the door he had just pushed open, where he saw a young but heavily pregnant woman stand, breathing heavily and leaning against the wall. This was not a bandit camp.

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Alex Clark - The Outpost - Nelson/Reggie

When Reggie came what resembled mst charging through the door he sent both of the men a ferocious glare. Then he started talking. There had been an incident, a murder. Samantha had been murdered by someone within the Outpost. Woah. He needed a moment to let that sink in, but Reggie didn't allow him to.

"Alex, report back to your cabin immediately. I have something to discuss with the scouts. Do not talk to anyone along the way or do anything but this, for I will treat that as suspicious."

He looked at his feet and nodded, muttering an inconsistent reply. On top of having to stay home, he was now forced into a real house arrest, unable to leave the Outpost for whatever reason possible. He already felt his heart sink into his shoes as he thought about the prospective. It only hurt more that Reggie explicitly had to state that he had to discuss something with the scouts, of which he clearly was not a part anymore. Even worse, he had already earned Reggie's suspicion for murdering Samantha. He almost left Nelson standing there, all alone, but then decided that the man needed to sleep somewhere, and with th entire situation, noone was going to help him with that. "Hey, uh, Nelson. I'll show you the way to the newcomer's cabin. Follow me."

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Alex Clark - The Outpost - Nelson

Once outside he saw the entire Outpost in a strange silence, with muffled voices coming out of all cabins. It was fairly intimidating, but he had little eye for it. Showing Nelson to the cabin he waved him goodbye. "Don't do anything stupid with Reggie in this mood. And don't worry, usually this place is pretty safe."

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Alex Clark - The Outpost

From that point on a horrible few weeks arrived for Alex. Forced into doing nothing almost all day long, he spent hours and hours of desperately keeping himself busy with as many tasks and burdens as possible, to escape the horrible moments of terror and guilt when he thought about the people he had gotten killed. He could see their ghosts walk slowly towards him in frequent day-dreams, haunting him, calling him out for getting him killed. Sometimes they were human, sometimes they were crawler. They always were about to kill him, making him shake into reality with cold sweat running down his back. He slept less and less, only adding to his desperate nervosity, and he tried to run from the visions by working even more than before. The fear of the attacks became almost as worse as the attacks themselves, and after a few weeks he was in a state of insomnia and fear that he tried to hide behind a masterfully crafted facade, that most people could see through if they tried.

The situation in the Outpost itself didn't help either. Everyone was stressed by the murder, and Reggie's unusual behaviour only made things worse. Quickly insults, threats and accusations were thrown around, everyone being seen as a potential murderer, Reggie being the most irrational. He quickly saw the unofficial leader of the Outpost reduced into a state of permanent paranoid accusations, and even he had become the victim of a wild outrage of suspicion. Despite how he respected the man, it hd dawned on him that he wasn't fit to be a leader anymore. Not for the entire Outpost at least. Being paranoid was a good characterstic out there, but inside this community they needed mutual trust, a thing that was sorely lacking, and kept fading away as he continued on his irrational behaviour. Soon however he was blamed for the murder himself, and the situation deteriorated even further. He did not believe the rumour going around like a fire that Reggie had killed Samantha, having withnessed how protective he was of human life on scouting missions, but his voice was lost in the weathering storm.

One day, Reggie, together with most of the experienced scouts, suddenly left. He absentmindedly noted that Reggie hadn't taken him with him, as an ex-scout, but he understood the man's decision, however much it jarred him. He was unreliable out there, not good enough. he would be more of a risk than an asset. But perhaps Reggie just did not trust him anymore, and suspected him from murdering Samantha for real.

After Reggie was gone, the chaos that had been barreled up inside his rigid discplinary house arrest all exploded. A new wave of accusations were voiced, primarily against Reggie, and already proof was being thrown around by Elliot and George, all to eager to show it the moment Reggie left. Why hadn't they showed the proof earlier? How had they even gotten that proof, Reggie's personal journal? Being a history student at heart, he decided to apply source critism, and therefore became a bit wary around both Elliot and George. That feeling quickly faded as everyone started to accept that, and they didn't seem to act like plotting murderers to him at all. Time to take off the tinfoil hat and be useful, he had thought on the morning that the council decided to draft a new scouting team. His chance to prove his worth again, and escape the Outposts' borders and his agnozing visions.

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Alex Clark - The Outpost - Nelson

"Nelson Jenkins." The man said, and gave Alex a firm handshake.

Nodding now they knew eachother's names, he gave Nelson an inspecting look. He seemed totally fine ecept for the broken nose and a few bruises and scratches, which he could've gotten from being dragged here in a hurry aswell. "So, ... Nelson... How do you feel? You okay in there?" He asked somewhat hesitantly. He could go on explaining how the Outpost worked, but knew from experience that that sorted itself out pretty nicely. Isaac had already determined that the man was allright, physically at least, but that still didn't make Alex feel as if he was okay. How had he made it this far on his own? He definately must've been with some sort of group before, right? He would've been dead himself a long time ago if it wasn't for the group of tourists he'd been travelling with initially. Amongst them had been an old Indian man who turned out to be a retired Gurkha, and he could take on crawlers with a blindfold and one arm tied behind his back. He shook his head to get rid of the memories and listened to Nelson instead.

The Irregulars -- An Art Improvement Group

Did you miss my two last drawings Sherlock, or did you simply not find enough time :o Just asking ^^