Sadie

✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: Locke's place • Time: Night

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As the tonic slid down her throat, it set fire to everything it touched. It took several moments before it reached her vital organs. When it did, her heart thumped in her chest. And then everything hurt.

Her eyes shot open as she took in a greedy breath of air, her body shooting forward in the seat. Sable’s nails dug into the upholstery under her as her chest heaved. What in the hell had happened? And- where in the hell was she? She realized she was in someone’s vehicle. One that looked way too damn familiar.

Clenching her jaw, she slowly turned her head to look into the driver’s seat. She groaned and rolled her eyes at seeing the man. ”Fuck.”

Locke didn’t flinch when she shot upright. He didn’t flinch when her nails sank into the leather either, though he did mourn the upholstery’s previous perfection. He just stayed exactly where he was, elbow resting loose against the door, head turned just enough to watch her with this subtle, Irish grin.

He clicked his tongue once, quietly, and let his eyes flick from her face down to the way her chest heaved like she’d just clawed her way back from the grave. Which, in a way…she had.

She absolutely did not want to be in this particular car, with this particular Fae, at this particular time. There was no way in hell she was going to be able to explain this all away. Her eyes glanced over to the passenger window, quickly realizing where they were. Sable turned to face him.

He reached over, fingers brushing the edge of her jaw, thumb checking the line of her pulse without asking permission. He scanned her eyes while he did it, close enough that if she breathed too hard she’d taste the clove and bergamot that clung to his collar.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe. I have you…but please, try not to tear my seats to shreds just yet, aye?” He let the touch drop as casual as it came, hand drifting back to rest across his knee. After the briefest of pauses, he spoke again, more serious this time. “You gonna make it, love?”

Rolling her eyes once more, she allowed him just the single moment to touch her. Damn man was always a hands-on type of Fae. She let her silence give her the time she needed to fully catch her breath, but she brought a hand up and pressed the end of her palm to her temple, wincing at the pressure.

”I’m not worried about my damn safety.” Well. She had been, right before she had passed out. But she had been expecting somebody else entirely to show up. Had she texted the right person? ”I’m fine, Locke. Thank you, or whatever. I need to go.”

Locke’s grin didn’t slip an inch when she snapped at him. If anything, it softened. He just reached into his coat, thumb flicking across his phone screen until the glow of it cut between them.

He tilted it so she couldn’t miss the coordinates staring back at her, her own name above the message.

“Mm… so you’re fine, don’t need me, didn’t need a rescue…” His voice dipped warm, that soft Irish curl thick in his throat. “Guess I dreamed these up then, huh? Look at me, makin’ up longitudes and latitudes again. Talented, aren’t I? Oh…and my, my that must mean I made up the little message you sent earlier too then, huh?” He scrolled up, showing her the subtle little hookup request she had sent clear as day.

He let the screen drop back to his knee, thumb tapping the edge once before he tucked it away again. His eyes found hers, steady, patient in that way that always made him harder to argue with, but with a satisfied grin that was sure to infuriate her.

“You can bark all you want, sweetheart, but you’re not steppin’ out yet.” He nodded toward her chest, the faint pulse still picking up a hitch here and there. “Potion needs to settle in that lovely system of yours. People have been known to twitch, seize, all sorts of pretty little complications when they rush it.”

He leaned in just enough for her to feel the weight of it.
“So sit still for me, just a little longer… and then you can disappear back into whatever shadows you like. But not before I know you won’t drop dead on the pavement two blocks from my door.”

Sable took one look at his phone, her messages, and let her head fall back against the headrest with a muttered curse. While the first text she had sent had definitely been meant for him, the second wasn’t. The man got on every last one of her nerves and knew it. But damn, the things he could do to make her forget her own name.

Her eyes flashed dangerously when he mentioned the potion. She snapped her attention over to him as a low growl pulled from her chest. ”A fucking potion?! Quickly sitting up once more, she bit back a cry at the pain in her head. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before opening them once more, glaring at the man next to her.

”You had no fucking right to poison me with one of your damn concoctions.” Sable let out an incredulous laugh. She tried to hide the flinch in her face from the pain that caused her, but failed. Shaking her head, she grabbed onto the door handle. ”And you’re sure as hell not keeping me in here. We both know you don’t give a damn if I live or die.”

Locke just watched as she spoke.

There was a stillness to him, there always was, but after a moment he responded calmly.

His words came out like velvet.

“You think poison brings you back from the edge, sweetheart?”

His eyes stayed on her steady as he looked through her bravado.

“You were slipping,” he murmured. “Heartbeat like a dying clock... barely breathing when I got here. What I gave you wasn't poison…It was simply the gift of a little more time.”

He tilted his head slightly, that Irish lilt curling through the air like smoke.

“So curse me, if it makes you feel better. I’ll survive it.”

His gaze flicked to her hand on the door. He didn’t reach for it.

“But don’t insult Mercy and I by pretending you woulda’ made it another five minutes if we hadn’t come to your rescue.”

He let the pause linger. then his voice dropped lower, quiet enough it almost didn’t carry, but it did. It always did just enough.

“And don’t mistake kindness for indifference, Sable.”

His voice was doing things to her that she never would admit to. Sable’s jaw clenched when he mentioned how badly she had been off and she swore under her breath. Of all the things to save her life, she never would have expected it to have been a Fae. Well, at least not without her owing them something. Damnit.

He leaned back, hands folded, composure unshaken..

“You’re still here aren’t ya? To me that means something.”

Then he reached across her, slow and deliberate, and pressed the lock back down with two fingers. Not rough or forceful, but all kinds of final.

“Let the potion do its thing a few minutes more. I’ll even let you pretend that none of this even happened.”

And fuck, her head was killing her. She closed her eyes and bit back a groan at the pain just as she sensed him leaning over her. Her eyes shot open to see his arm directly in front of her, his fingers securing the lock once more. A nerve ticked in her jaw.

He let his lips brush against her neck right where he knew she could barely resist, the corner of his mouth hinting at a smile as he lifted to whisper in her ear.

”Locke, I swear-” Her breath hitched at the contact, her eyes fluttering to a close.

“I’ve never let you leave unsatisfied before. Even you wouldn’t try to lie about that. We both know how true it is.” His hand, still leaning against the door where lock is, braces as his body closes the distance between them even more. “All you gotta do to pay me back is stay a little longer…just until I know you’re gonna be okay.”

The scent of him wrapped around her, dulling her senses. Sable’s eyes opened just partly, hooded by his nearness. She slowly looked up, her chin tilting back slightly until she met his eyes. She literally had almost just died, and this guy was using his body to shut her up. Another growl left her.

Fuck it.

Quickly bringing her right hand up, her fingers grasped the edge of his jaw as she pulled him the rest of the way to her before crashing her lips against his.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: Somewhere outside Zach's apartment • Time: Night

Interactions: N/A • Mentions: N/A

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She hadn't stopped to take a breath until she was well outside of the building. Her chest heaved as wild eyes looked around the space in front of her. Several people passing her gave her strange looks, muttering to themselves. Somebody even mentioned the police. Words of assistance hummed near her, but it seemed more of a floating memory. Sable took several steps towards the curb as her body went on autopilot to get her as far away from the public eye as she could. She didn't even notice that she was in the middle of the street until the blaring sound of a car's horn and screeching tires hit her. Blinking at the vehicle, she finished crossing the street, ignoring all the jumbled words around her.

None of it mattered. Nothing made sense anymore, if it even had in the first place. Her body jerked as the second round of dust ran through her system, coiling itself around the alcohol and cocaine she had ingested earlier. She shouldn't have taken that last hit so soon after the first. Never before had she been so reckless with the drug, but what it could do to her never once entered her mind. She didn't give a damn. For all she cared, the drugs could take her as she stood. She was done. The monsters had taken everything from her once more, just as she felt she was becoming more of a human than a killing machine.

What else could she do now?

Zach was a vampire. She killed vampires. While she had spared a few lycans, never before had she allowed a bloodsucker to see another night. He had offered himself to her for the kill. He knew what had to be done, and that she could accomplish it.

And yet she hesitated.

She never hesitated.

Suddenly black spots floated in her vision and she knew another blackout was on the verge of occurring. Her eyes darted around, knowing she had to get some place where she wouldn't be discovered. The last thing she needed was for this information to get back to Verren. Sable stopped as the man's face crossed her mind. He would find out about Zach. He would send others after him. She couldn't let that happen. No matter what had just transpired between the two, he was still her brother. She needed to protect him.

Which meant she had to live.

Sable stumbled over her feet, jarring herself from her thoughts. She braced a hand on a brick wall next to her as she focused on her breathing. The blackout was quickly approaching her and she would be vulnerable in a matter of minutes. Hell, she didn't even know what the drugs in her system would do once she wasn't actively fighting against them. Would her heart just refuse to continue pumping once she was out? She needed help. Desperately.

Remembering her phone, she reached down to the black duffel bag still hanging from her arm before pulling the device out. Who could she call? Who the hell would give enough of a damn to find her? To protect her, and possibly save her stupid fucking life? Sable stumbled once more as she slumped against the building nearest her. Her hands shook as she looked down at her phone. A frustrated groan escaped her when she realized she was seeing triple of everything. Never a good sign.

She took in a quick breath as her trembling fingers fumbled against the screen of her phone. Sable brought up the last text she had sent and pinged her location just as her shaking legs brought her to a dark alley. Her eyes rolled back into her head before her knees met the ground, the world immediately going black. She didn't even feel the ground after she plunged face first towards it.

She just hoped she had hit send.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: Zach's Apartment • Time: Night

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As she leaned back against her seat, savoring the last of her favorite dessert, she closed her eyes to allow the cafe’s atmosphere and the dairy in her system to dull her system. Though, the combination of snow and dust in her system were fighting every single nerve ending she had. She found herself absolutely restless. Sable opened her eyes and huffed out a breath in annoyance. All she had wanted was an easy night at work, make a couple extra dollars to stuff in her pocket, and head home to her studio apartment. Well, if you could call it an apartment. It had walls and a door, a roof. Air mattress on the floor. It didn’t really matter to her- she didn’t spend much time in the place anyway.

It suddenly dawned on her: she could easily find a solution to both her abundance of energy and a place to crash for the night. Grabbing her phone to send a quick message, it dinged just as she was about to hit send. She raised an eyebrow at the text.

We need to talk in person. It’s urgent. - Z

Well. That was never good. Letting out a slow breath, she deleted her previous message and pushed her now empty bowl to the end of the table. At least she’d be able to stay at Zach’s, as she had many times before. Or, better yet, maybe she would have a quick word with the guy and still have time for her hook up. She brought the contact back up and typed out the request for a booty call as she drank the last of her water. When the message cleared, she looked up her best friend’s number and gave the guy a call. The moment he answered, she rose to her feet before heading to the door.

”Got your message. You home? I can be there in fifteen.” Sable’s eyes caught sight of a blue Suzuki GSX-R600 parked at the curb. A slow smirk pulled at the corner of her mouth. ”Make that ten.”

“Step away from the motorcycle, Sable.”

Zachariah spoke into the landline without bothering to lift his eyes from the stack of documents spread across his dining table. He’d put her on speaker the moment he recognized her number, freeing his hands to continue the methodical sorting of his life into neat, organized piles.

Professional documents went to the left side of the table. Personal to the right. Things that needed shredding formed a growing mountain in the center.

He’d just finished responding to Wulde’s email—a careful, professional reply acknowledging that he understood if his colleague declined the sudden request. For now, Zachariah had explained, he wasn’t sure when he’d be available to discuss details further, so he’d be leaving power of attorney documents and office keys with his assistant. Said assistant had already received her own email with instructions that would probably have her questioning his sanity come morning.

“If you can walk here in fifteen, you don’t need to steal a ride to make it ten.” He plucked another file from the stack—one of his investigation reports he was working on for the Wardens—and dropped it onto the ‘Warden’ pile with a soft thud.

Her eyes immediately rolled at the voice on the other end of her phone. ”Who the hell died and made you the boss of me?”

She looked back at the bike in front of her and huffed out a breath in annoyance. Damn man. While Sable normally wouldn’t listen to anyone telling her no, she knew for certain that she’d get a long ass lecture if she went through with the steal. And that was absolutely the last thing she wanted to sit through right now.

As she turned and started the walk towards the man’s apartment, she kept her eyes out for nothing in particular that would be following her. ”Guess your news isn’t that damn urgent if you can wait for me to drag my perfect ass there.”

“There’s also this revolutionary concept called running. I hear it’s significantly faster than walking. If your perfect ass can’t handle that level of exertion, there’s also jogging. Or speed walking. Not as fast as running, but still quicker than a leisurely stroll.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, the familiar rhythm of their banter settling over him like a worn jacket. But the expression faded quickly, replaced by a heavier weight. This might be the last time they’d do this—trade barbs over the phone while she made her way to his apartment with whatever trouble she’d picked up that night.

His hand stilled on the next file folder.

“It is urgent... but I…” He paused, searching for the right words, something that wouldn’t sound like the goodbye it was. What came out instead was lame, inadequate. “I’m in no hurry.”

Zachariah forced himself back into motion and began moving the sorted stacks into their designated containers. Warden files went into a locked briefcase that would find its way back to headquarters. Reed Financial documents filled a banker’s box marked for his employees. A cardboard box addressed to his parents contained insurance policies, a copy of his most recent will, keys, everything they’d need when he was declared dead.

On the couch sat a duffel bag he packed for Sable—his stuff she’d been threatening to steal, crap she’d left in his apartment for some reason, the Tequila Fortaleza Blanco Still Strength she always complained he never shared.

“Were you out working?” he asked, voice carefully neutral as he sealed the parents box with tape.

She couldn’t help the small grin from stretching across her face at his retort. The man knew how to get under her skin, but he was also the only person in the world who she’d allow to speak to her in any sort of way. Well, one that wasn’t bedding her, at least. Sable never knew quite why their relationship never turned to one that didn’t require clothes. Something about the guy just resonated with her. In a world where she once felt incredibly alone, he was her only true solace.

At his next comment, she blinked at his hesitation. She rounded the corner before tilting her head in question. He sounded…different. What in the hell was so urgent that he could be in no hurry for? Had a job of his gone wrong and he just needed to vent? No, he would have outright told her that the moment he answered the phone. Her gut was telling her something wasn’t quite right. Something that she wouldn’t like one bit.

The drugs buzzing through her system made her body shiver. Damn, she needed to get rid of this energy. Maybe that was all this was, just her nervous system in overdrive. Besides, his voice was completely fine with his question. Nothing was wrong. ”Depends which job you mean. If it’s the one involving money? Then, uh. I need a new one of those. Boss is kind of- well, forever indisposed.”

An exasperated sigh escaped through the phone.

“Of course you do. How many jobs is that this month?” Despite the words, his tone held more resignation than real irritation. This was Sable—reckless, stubborn, allergic to authority figures and steady employment in equal measure.

His gaze drifted to the duffel bag on the couch, then to the stack of cash he’d pulled from his safe earlier. He’d been debating whether to include them in her things—two thousand in small bills, enough to keep her afloat for a few months if she was careful.

“What happened this time?”

”Let’s just say we had a difference in opinions. He thought I was psycho, I think I’m adorable.”

“Sure.”

Everything was catching up to her. She realized she really had to watch what she said- if he knew exactly what she had done, and had found the dead mutt, he would put everything together. He would find out she was the Butcher. What would he do if he realized exactly how brutal she could be? Would he look at her differently? Toss her aside, leave her to rot? She would be alone again. Her steps faltered for just a moment before she regained her composure. She wouldn’t let that happen. She needed Zach. More than she’d ever admit.

Clearing her throat, she looked both ways before crossing the street. She could see his apartment building a couple blocks down from her. She groaned and shook her head. ”You know I could be there by now if I just took the damn bike. They wouldn’t have missed it. Much.”

“That’ll hold up well in court.”

She couldn’t help a snicker in response. ”Good thing I know someone who can post my bail.”

Zachariah pushed himself up from where he’d been crouched over the boxes, stretching briefly before making his way across the apartment toward the kitchen. “Have you eaten yet?”

He pulled open the freezer door first. Some frozen vegetables, a bag of chicken breasts, ice cream that had probably been there for months.

Might as well use up what was left. After tonight, it would all go to waste anyway.

When Zachariah opened the refrigerator door next, every muscle in his body went rigid. Blood packs from Vex’s apartment stared back at him—dark plastic bags crowding the shelf like some twisted meal prep. Fire spread through his throat. His mouth flooded with saliva. That familiar, terrible hunger clawed its way up from his chest, demanding attention he refused to give it.

He swallowed hard and forced his gaze away. Bang. The refrigerator door slammed shut, bottles clinking inside from the force.

“... I can make you something.”

He was going to cook for her? She put a little bounce in her step. One thing the man definitely knew how to do was cook. It had served her well many times when she didn’t have the cash for a decent meal. ”Well, I just left the cafe, but I won’t say no to you preparing me something special.”

A smirk tugged at her mouth before she heard the obvious sound of the refrigerator door. Blinking, she raised her brow at the noise. Yeah. Something was definitely wrong with him. ”Z.” Her tone was questioning, letting him know she had heard. What the hell was going on?

It caused her to pick up the pace, transitioning into a light jog. Whatever news was urgent for him, it was causing him to act out. He never lost control. ”I’m about to turn onto your street. I’m almost there.”

“Look at that—record time without a single act of grand theft auto. I’m impressed.”

Zachariah closed his eyes and let his forehead rest against the refrigerator’s cold surface. The metal felt good against his skin. Real. Solid. Normal.

All of this would end soon.

He hadn’t explained the specifics over the phone for good reason. Phone calls were never private—not in their line of work. Even encrypted connections had weak points, and the Wardens possessed the resources to monitor communications. The last thing he wanted was his brothers-and-sisters-in-arms showing up before he could say what had to be said.

Besides, once Sable walked through that door, once she got close enough to notice what he’d become—well. He wasn’t sure she’d let him finish a sentence.

Better to get the important things said while she still saw him as the same person who’d been lecturing her about motorcycle theft.

“... Sable, you gotta take better care of yourself. I’m not always going to be around to help you.”

She wasn’t an idiot. She knew in their line of work, any day could be their last. But the way he was speaking? The tone that enveloped every word spoken? It made every single hair stand on end. Suddenly she was very, very sober. Now, she broke out in a full on sprint.

Had he been threatened? Was he in hiding? A small growl ripped from her throat. She would butcher them all. Too long had she been alone. Where once that had been completely fine with her, now it felt like a death sentence. Zach was hers, and she’d be damned if anything was going to take him from her.

”Name.” Sable knew he would understand exactly what she was asking for. And what she was going to do with it.

The Dead Don't Die.

Si-woo

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Jeong Si-woo

Character Quote: Those who give up do not gain victory.

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Character Summary

Name: Jeong Si-woo
Aliases: Si, Woo
Age: 26
Birthday: April 10 1998
Ethnicity: Korean-American
Birth Place: Busan, South Korea
Gender: Male
Pre Outbreak Occupation: EMT
Languages: Korean, English

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Appearance

Height: 6'0
Weight: 165
Body Type: Lean, lightly muscled. Athletic.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Light olive
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Thin scar down middle of left forearm to left thumb, various small scars over chest and back
Personal Style: Woo's tousled hair always looks like he just stumbled out of bed or lost a fight with the wind. When at work, he wears the standard EMT uniform- black cargo pants, basic black polo shirt with EMT written in white across the back, simple black steel-toed boots. He prefers staying casual on his off days: tee, jeans, tennis shoes.

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Psychology

Calm * Self-criticism * Reliable * Insecure * Compassionate * Stubbornness

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Ever the jokester, Woo always wants to keep a smile on everyone else's face. He believes that after seeing people on their worst days in his job, that laughter is the best medicine. He is always the first to lend a helping hand when needed, and is always there when you call him. He looks for the good in everyone. However, there is a flip side to that coin when it pertains to himself. He is very doubtful of his skills and is always looking to better himself, believing that he could always do more. Woo doesn't back down at the first sign of trouble, instead is usually at the front of the line when there is danger.
Character Alignment: Good
Habits: Running his fingers over his bottom lip in thought, cracking jokes in tense situations, scratching the back of his neck when uncomfortable
Hobbies: Running, reading anything he can get his hands on, swimming
Fears:

• Failure
• Arriving late to an emergency
• Not being enough

Likes:

• Exercise
• Early mornings
• Whiskey
• Animals of all kinds
• His mother's Japchae
• Spicy foods

Dislikes:

• Heights
• Staying still
• Pessimism
• Coffee
• Cigarettes
• Being cold

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Skills

Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Shooting
• First aid
• CPR
• Hand-to-hand combat
• Adaptability

Post Outbreak Skills:

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Back cargo pants, black EMT polo, black steel-toed boots, analog watch.
• Wallet- driver's license, ten dollars, three credit cards, library card, picture of his little sister on her fifteenth birthday.
• Cellphone, 90% charged. Charging cable. Satellite phone, 60% charged.
• Black bookbag- bandages, gauze, tourniquets, stethoscope, gloves, trauma shears, blood pressure cuff.
• Medical ID on a black lanyard

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History

Life Before The Outbreak Born and raised in Busan, South Korea, young Si-woo wanted for nothing. While his father was a well-known cardiothoracic surgeon, his mother was a stay-at-home mother and housewife. Along with his little sister Sunni, they attended the best private schools and always enjoyed the finer things in life.

Until his father suddenly fell ill at the age of fifty-seven and passed away. Woo was only ten, his sister seven. They were able to live off of his father's pension for almost two years before their mother gave into her demons, taking her own life. As the two had no other immediate living family, they were sent off to live in Scarsdale, New York, with their father's nephew. The family still had a bit of money and they were able to afford to give Woo and Sunni a comfortable life in the wealthy neighborhood.

He attended the local high school with a want to follow in his father's footsteps in the healthcare field. However, he wanted the adventure of going to different scenes instead of being stuck in a hospital. Woo joined the cross-country team and won several medals for his wins. To the disappointment of the family, after high school he enrolled in the community college and took EMT courses. He knew that the money wouldn't be what he was used to, but that wasn't why he took the job. All Woo cared about was an exciting career, and the chance to help people at the exact moment when they needed it the most.

After graduation, the family advised him that they did not revoke his Korean citizenship. Which meant he was required to enlist in the military back home. On his twenty-first birthday, Woo moved back to his homeland and started his three-year service. His sister remained behind with the family and they rarely kept in touch.

Soon his time was served and he decided to move back to the states, where he was offered a job as an EMT for the city of Scarsdale. He bought a small two-bedroom townhouse for himself and his sister with what was left of his father's pension, yet she refused to move in, deciding to move back to Korea instead. He began his career with the city and has been alone ever since.

Survivor's Personal Journal: It had been a normal, quiet day in the city. Woo had just started his twenty-four hour shift and was just looking forward to playing cards with the other guys while waiting for calls. He hadn't expected much, as the usual dispatch was just for minor car accidents or Ms. Joan Dilworth's perpetual loneliness.

As he finished inspecting and stocking the ambulance, that calm day turned chaotic. Both his satellite phone and personal cell started ringing off the hook from both his boss and various hospitals seeking assistance. While they were not necessarily told of the situation, he just knew that it was an high-priority emergency. A pandemic. He, along with his partner, Joey, overstocked the wagon and made sure the emergency backpack was fully stocked.

They were told of the lockdown, and the destruction of the bridge leading into the city. But they were needed there, more than they were needed in their small town. Something huge was happening. The two sped off into the city but didn't get very far, as the roads were backed up and nobody cared that their siren's were blaring. They witnessed a major car accident just before the bridge and both EMTs rushed to the scene on foot. It didn't take very long for the partners to get separated in the swarm of people running.

When he finally returned to the ambulance, Joey was long gone. He knew he wouldn't be able to get anywhere with the wagon. Grabbing both phones and his emergency bookbag, he headed off to help where he could.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: The Change- Garth Brooks

Extra Information:
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

The Dead Don't Die.

Si-woo

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Jeong Si-woo

Character Quote: Those who give up do not gain victory.

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Character Summary

Name: Jeong Si-woo
Aliases: Si, Woo
Age: 26
Birthday: April 10 1998
Ethnicity: Korean-American
Birth Place: Busan, South Korea
Gender: Male
Pre Outbreak Occupation: EMT
Languages: Korean, English

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Appearance

Height: 6'0
Weight: 165
Body Type: Lean, lightly muscled. Athletic.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Light olive
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Thin scar down middle of left forearm to left thumb, various small scars over chest and back
Personal Style: Woo's tousled hair always looks like he just stumbled out of bed or lost a fight with the wind. When at work, he wears the standard EMT uniform- black cargo pants, basic black polo shirt with EMT written in white across the back, simple black steel-toed boots. He prefers staying casual on his off days: tee, jeans, tennis shoes.

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Psychology

Calm * Self-criticism * Reliable * Insecure * Compassionate * Stubbornness

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Ever the jokester, Woo always wants to keep a smile on everyone else's face. He believes that after seeing people on their worst days in his job, that laughter is the best medicine. He is always the first to lend a helping hand when needed, and is always there when you call him. He looks for the good in everyone. However, there is a flip side to that coin when it pertains to himself. He is very doubtful of his skills and is always looking to better himself, believing that he could always do more. Woo doesn't back down at the first sign of trouble, instead is usually at the front of the line when there is danger.
Character Alignment: Good
Habits: Running his fingers over his bottom lip in thought, cracking jokes in tense situations, scratching the back of his neck when uncomfortable
Hobbies: Running, reading anything he can get his hands on, swimming
Fears:

• Failure
• Arriving late to an emergency
• Not being enough

Likes:

• Exercise
• Early mornings
• Whiskey
• Animals of all kinds
• His mother's Japchae
• Spicy foods

Dislikes:

• Heights
• Staying still
• Pessimism
• Coffee
• Cigarettes
• Being cold

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Skills

Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Shooting
• First aid
• CPR
• Hand-to-hand combat
• Adaptability

Post Outbreak Skills:

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Back cargo pants, black EMT polo, black steel-toed boots, analog watch.
• Wallet- driver's license, ten dollars, three credit cards, library card, picture of his little sister on her fifteenth birthday.
• Cellphone, 90% charged. Charging cable. Satellite phone, 60% charged.
• Black bookbag- bandages, gauze, tourniquets, stethoscope, gloves, trauma shears, blood pressure cuff.
• Medical ID on a black lanyard

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History

Life Before The Outbreak Born and raised in Busan, South Korea, young Si-woo wanted for nothing. While his father was a well-known cardiothoracic surgeon, his mother was a stay-at-home mother and housewife. Along with his little sister Sunni, they attended the best private schools and always enjoyed the finer things in life.

Until his father suddenly fell ill at the age of fifty-seven and passed away. Woo was only ten, his sister seven. They were able to live off of his father's pension for almost two years before their mother gave into her demons, taking her own life. As the two had no other immediate living family, they were sent off to live in Scarsdale, New York, with their father's nephew. The family still had a bit of money and they were able to afford to give Woo and Sunni a comfortable life in the wealthy neighborhood.

He attended the local high school with a want to follow in his father's footsteps in the healthcare field. However, he wanted the adventure of going to different scenes instead of being stuck in a hospital. Woo joined the cross-country team and won several medals for his wins. To the disappointment of the family, after high school he enrolled in the community college and took EMT courses. He knew that the money wouldn't be what he was used to, but that wasn't why he took the job. All Woo cared about was an exciting career, and the chance to help people at the exact moment when they needed it the most.

After graduation, the family advised him that they did not revoke his Korean citizenship. Which meant he was required to enlist in the military back home. On his twenty-first birthday, Woo moved back to his homeland and started his three-year service. His sister remained behind with the family and they rarely kept in touch.

Soon his time was served and he decided to move back to the states, where he was offered a job as an EMT for the city of Scarsdale. He bought a small two-bedroom townhouse for himself and his sister with what was left of his father's pension, yet she refused to move in, deciding to move back to Korea instead. He began his career with the city and has been alone ever since.

Survivor's Personal Journal: It had been a normal, quiet day in the city. Woo had just started his twenty-four hour shift and was just looking forward to playing cards with the other guys while waiting for calls. He hadn't expected much, as the usual dispatch was just for minor car accidents or Ms. Joan Dilworth's perpetual loneliness.

As he finished inspecting and stocking the ambulance, that calm day turned chaotic. Both his satellite phone and personal cell started ringing off the hook from both his boss and various hospitals seeking assistance. While they were not necessarily told of the situation, he just knew that it was an high-priority emergency. A pandemic. He, along with his partner, Joey, overstocked the wagon and made sure the emergency backpack was fully stocked.

They were told of the lockdown, and the destruction of the bridge leading into the city. But they were needed there, more than they were needed in their small town. Something huge was happening. The two sped off into the city but didn't get very far, as the roads were backed up and nobody cared that their siren's were blaring. They witnessed a major car accident just before the bridge and both EMTs rushed to the scene on foot. It didn't take very long for the partners to get separated in the swarm of people running.

When he finally returned to the ambulance, Joey was long gone. He knew he wouldn't be able to get anywhere with the wagon. Grabbing both phones and his emergency bookbag, he headed off to help where he could.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: The Change- Garth Brooks

Extra Information:
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

The Dead Don't Die.

So definitely a guy, then. Okay. Lmao.

The Dead Don't Die.

Lmao so is that a no for the guy, then?

The Dead Don't Die.

I was considering bringing Delaney to the mix, but the RP looks like a chick fest right now. So now considering a guy.

The Dead Don't Die.

Uh, hey. Me again. Fresh from my shoulder surgery.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: Honey & Hemlock • Time: A little after dusk

Interactions: Shop clerk, @tpartywithzombi Dane • Mentions: N/A

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After she had left the bar, it didn't take Sable long to find her way to a local bus stop. She slid her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket as her eyes roamed the city around her. There were several drunken stragglers making their way out of the bar behind her, the smell of liquor permeating from their pores. She rolled her eyes and kept standing still, trying to will herself to disappear in the background. The Ghostfire Dust was dancing through her nervous system, mixing with the snow and alcohol she had ingested just an hour ago. Her body didn't know whether to spasm or drop out. One thing she was sure about- she needed a sweet little treat.

At this time of night, there was only one place she frequented. Taking a small breath, she shifted on the balls of her feet. Thankfully the bus didn't take much longer to arrive. She waited for the doors to open before climbing inside and heading straight for the back. Sable ran a hand along the back of her neck as her hands started to shake. Shit. Her jaw clenched as her eyes laser focused on the other riders. Taking the last bench seat on the right, her hands shot down to the edge of the seat, causing her fingers to grip tightly onto the plastic. She knew she was about to be in for a rather wild ride.

Sable squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus as the bus pulled away from the curb. She could feel the dizzy spell begin, making her feel as if she were floating. And then, just like that, she was gone.

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Fire.

Something was on fire.

The smell of sulfur filled the air as screams echoed in her ears. She could feel her small body shaking as she searched desperately for someone. She didn't know exactly who she was looking for, just that it was very important that she find them. Her eyes darted back and forth in fright, her legs carrying her block after block. Something was very, very wrong.

Turning the corner, her feet caught under something heavy, causing her body to fly forwards towards the ground. She quickly braced for impact as her palms slammed against the broken gravel. The young girl cried out in pain. Shaking, she looked over her shoulder to see what she had tripped over. The sight of the empty, dead eyes staring back at her turned her nerves to ice. Blood covered the woman's face and she quickly realized part of her throat was missing. Torn to shreds.

A loud, piercing scream ripped through her throat and exploded out of her body. She tried to scramble back onto her feet, but she was stopped by a growl at her ear. Sobbing, she slowly turned her head to meet the face of her maker. Her jaw dropped, preparing for another scream as his face neared-

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"Ma'am? Ma'am, are you okay?"

Her eyes snapped open, revealing an elder woman at her side, her hand on Sable's shoulder. Two other riders were staring at her from the front of the bus. She let out a shaky breath and quickly released her hold on the seat. "Don't touch me."

Sable could feel the bus slowing to a stop. Pushing past the woman, she hurried to her feet and stashed her hands once again in her jacket pockets as she made her way off of the transport. Her entire body shook from adrenaline, and she knew she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Damn dust. While it certainly helped her with her kills, it had one shitty side effect. Well, it had several, but this one was the only one that she was truly pissed about. She didn't know how long she had blacked out on that bus. Anything could have taken advantage of her. Huffing out a breath in annoyance, she stepped off of the bus once the doors opened.

The smell of pastries and dairy hit her senses like a freight train. Her body immediately softened before she made her way to one of her favorite spots- Hemlock & Honey. While the small cafe didn't really suit her vibe, the bread and ice cream were immaculate. It had been the best day ever when she found out the owner was reopening, and now with later hours. Sable didn't give one damn as to why that was- all she cared about was the desserts.

Making her way into the small shop, her mind almost melted with the immediate comfort that surrounded her. She hurried up to the counter and cleared her throat. "Ice water and a hot fudge sundae." Digging into her front pocket for her phone, she pulled it out just in time to see the message popping up onto the screen:

URGENT
CODE 3 - Last location Nightclub in Sector 6
ALL WARDENS REQUIRED TO DO A STATUS CHECK.
End Transmission

Sable rolled her eyes, accessed her tap to pay feature for the register, and sauntered over to a back booth. She slid into the seat before replying to the message with a single middle finger emoji. He'd have to deal with that being her only response. Laying the phone face down on the table, she leaned back into the seat and closed her eyes, letting the atmosphere of the cafe sooth her nerves. It wasn't too much longer until she could hear footsteps, and the smell of the chocolate fudge, approach her. Her eyes widened in absolute glee and she rubbed her hands together in anticipation before hungrily digging in to her little treat.

Nothing could phase her now.