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The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

New Orleans - The Bus

Abram smiled as he watched Jess play with her baby. The little boy was so small, but he had made such a huge impact on his mother and Abram. The man had come to be very protective of Jessalyn, protecting her as if she were his own daughter. This sense of protection sounded and made itself known when he spotted something out of the window. It was in the woods on that side of the road, where he spotted a man - a living man - walking past them.

He removed his pistol from his belt and set it besides Jess. "Stay low, I'm going to check out the area." He exited the bus, drawing his rifle. Stepping into the woods, the man watched the figure move in the heavy rain. The rain would muffle the sound of his footsteps, so he made no attempt to be slow and stealthy. It was when he lost sight of the man that Abram became worried. The man slowly kept on his trek, warily watching the woods ahead of him.

"Hold it, buddy..." A voice came beside Abram. His body swiveled and he came face to face with a very ugly man. His mustache and beard were grown out far too much to look remotely decent, and his face was grimy and filthy. "Hand me the rifle, and put yer' hands up!" He snapped. His barrel almost touched Abram's left temple. In a quick motion, Abram swiveled to his left, bring his elbow to the man's head, and send him back. The man attempted to aim again, but Abram's hand came to his shooting wrist, twist it hard. The man dropped his gun with a cry of pain.

Up at the road, the bandit's friends were moving towards the bus. The leader, called Nate, quickly jumped up the bus stairs and pointed his assault rifle into the first seat.
The barrel pointed directly at a young girl who held a small baby. The girl instantly moved to protect the child, but Nate grabbed the pistol in her hand, wrenching it away.

"Hold on, little missy, we ain't gonna hurt you..." He said in his thick Louisiana accent. "Just looking for some food." Nate was a handsome man, and he was quite charming as well.

It was then that a loud shot pierced the air, and Nate's ears twitched and so did his body. "Hank, c'mon! Eric, you stay here!" The man said, and he and his friend left the bus. Eric eyed the girl for a moment, glancing her over... She was a pretty one, that was for sure. He knelt down, removing his ball cap.

"Evenin' ma'am," He said in a southern accent akin to Nathan's. "You got a mighty fine boy right there... He looks like a healthy one, too." Eric came close the the girl's face. "Who's the father?" He smiled in attempt to appear sweet, but all the while, his hand slid closer to her leg. Before he could lay a finger on her, a pair of dark hands came around his head, one seizing his chin, and the other gripping his throat. With a violent pull, Abram snapped the man's neck, dropping his corpse to the ground.

By that time, Abram guessed that the raiders had found their dead friend in the woods, as a barrage of bullets shattered the bus windows. Abram threw himself to the floor, covering Jessalyn and Benjamin. The bullets ceased and Abram took this opportunity to crawl to the stairs of the bus, jumping out and laying prone on the ground. The man took his rifle and pointed the barrel under the bus, getting a clear view of the woods. He aimed down the scope, searching the trees for a target. It was then that a short man peeked out from a tree, firing his assault rifle at the bus, Abram quickly caught the man in his crosshairs, pinpointing his head and firing a single round to kill him.

Quickly, he got up to avoid being spotted. The flash of his rifle had been totally visible against the black road. The sniper dropped to the back of the bus, hiding himself behind the wheel of the vehicle. He fit his barrel under the crook of the wheel and the ground, aiming down the scope. He searched the woods for the sight of another bandit, but he could see none. Then, he spotted it. It was a barely visible, very minuscule glint of metal, but it was enough to give away the man's position. Bullets sailed towards Abram, but the man rolled over behind the wheel in time to dodge them. He quickly repositioned himself, trying to spot the man again. Where had he gone? Abram jumped to his feet, returning to the bus. "Jess, we gotta go-" He was cut off as a hand grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him to the ground. He saw a tall man, most likely the one that he'd been shooting at, standing above him. Abram quickly threw he heavy kick upward, sending the man back a few feet. He jumped to his feet and charged the bandit.

The man threw a heavy punch at Abram, but he retaliated with a swift dodge, throwing his knee into the man's stomach. Abram tackled the man to the ground, kneeling to his chest. He threw a heavy punch to the man's jaw, warranting a pained grunt from the bandit. Abram reached for his knife, but the man kicked it away, placing his feet under his chest and throwing the soldier back. The man picked up Abrams knife and swung hard towards Abram's neck. The man sidestepped, grabbing the raiders arm, and wrenching the knife from his hand and turned towards him. He took a heavy stepped forrward and plunged the blade into the back of the bandits hand. Abram watched the man fall to the ground. He quickly went to bus and stepped in. "Jess, we have to leave... the walkers heard all that..."

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Abram - The Bus - Jess

Abram was about to turn to head to the front of the bus when Jess put her hand on his arm, offering him a thank you. He nodded in returned, resuming his trek to the front of the bus. One thing bugged his mind, however... It wasn't fair. None if this was fair. This girl, still a teenager, had been through too much... she'd seen dead people come back to life, living people fall dead to the ground, and she'd seen life enter a dead world. She was a tough kid, that was for sure... Abram could look in her eyes and see pure dogmatism and determination. She also bore that look when she held her little boy that said "Think about touching him, and I'll feed you to the walkers."

Abram pulled his train of thought to the present and assessed the situation at hand. At the front of the bus, he opened his pack to examine it, but a grimace poked at his lips when he viewed the supplies - or lack thereof. A large box of ammunition (Divided between Pistol rounds and rifle rounds), several water bottles, and several sundry cans of preserved foods. He removed a water bottle and took it back to Jess, then returned to the front. He went to the driver's seat and searched for a minute; nothing. He then looked to the glove compartment of the bus. He took his knife and began to work at the lock on the compartment. Sliding the tip of the blade into the keyhole, he put his ear close to the plastic frame, listening for a click. When the click came, he turned the knife and opened the compartment, satisfied at what he saw. A small lockbox sat inside, locked only by a cheap lock. He removed the box and forcibly smashed the lock. He opened the box to find a single key, labeled with the FORD logo. He grinned to himself and took the key, placing himself in the driver's seat. \

The man cursed when he turned the key, but the bus gave no response. He swore and shook his head. Why had he expected better than that?

Unbeknownst to the two in the bus, a group of four men sat in the woods across the road. "Wait until he leaves. Jenson, you follow him when he does and take him out." The leader of the pack said. The man called Jerry nodded, but was slightly uncertain of if he wanted to take on the guy. He was tall, muscled and he looked like he could use that rifle well enough. The men sat in wait for their chance to take these people's supplies.

Sylar - Outpost - Mariah/Sylar

Sylar spoke in an attempt to calm Mariah down. "Listen, listen... Mariah, we're all fine. Charlie's leg will heal; she's a tough kid..." The man spoke in his baritone southern voice, and sighed. "As for Rudy- Danny- err what he's calling himself now, I don't know how they're doing. They haven't come back, but I am sure they're fine." He said, trying to be as sympathetic as possible. He looked at her for a moment. "You should get inside before you get sick." He gave her as much of an empathetic smile as he could. He wasn't used to this kind of thing... this was the same reason that he wasn't friendly with many of the kids in outpost besides Meghan and Hazel.

Children made Sylar nervous... only one had put him at ease... there had only ever been one child that had gained the unconditional love that Sylar hid deep down under lock and key in his heart. He waited until Myriah walked away before he relaxed. He was about to walk towards his cabin when Enrique approached him. He swore silently... He really didn't want to talk to anyone else right now...

"Good to see you made it back. Who all did we loose?" Sylar read Enrique's inquiry as slightly hostile. What was he trying to say? That they'd screwed up, even though he'd not told him about the loss yet? Slightly defensive, Sylar attempted to level his voice. "Just... just Alan, though I'm not belittling his death." He breathed in. "Charlie broke her leg, but other than that we're alright." He studied the man in that moment. Sylar had originally hated him after the Haywood incident, but he'd come to understand slightly better. He too had made poor choices under the influence and pressure of others.

Emma - The Cabin - Rob/Finch

Emma sat in corner of the cabin by the unlit fireplace. It was then that she heard a fierce pounding on the door. She bolted to the bedroom, grabbing the rifle from the bed, and using all of her strength to force the bolt back. She aimed at the the door, bravely waiting for a threat to present itself. Her breathing was heavy and her heart pounded as she waited. When the door smashed in, she was astounded to see Rob and Finch in the doorway.

"Oh hey Emma...Sorry about the door" Rob muttered. Bewildered, Emma's breathing slowed, and she lowered the rifle, so as not to point it at Rob. Without any further explanation or greeting, she walked back to the Bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Rob confused her, she knew that. How could he be so lighthearted in these days?

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Sylar - Outpost

Sylar was impatient as the gates to outpost opened, the rain still berating the car and everything around it. The man pulled forward, spraying mud towards the guards at the gates. He didn't care, just kept driving into the community. He pulled to a halt beside the infirmary building. He climbed from the driver's seat, stepping down into the mud.

In the distance, he could see Enrique, trudging away from a baffled Mariah. He could tell the Enrique was slightly annoyed, but he didn't bother to figure out why. He really couldn't care what happened to that guy. Part of him wished he had finished him off during the Haywood attack. Pulling himself back to the present, he went around the car, opening Charlie's side door. He helped the girl out of the car, and put her arm over his shoulder so as to support some of her weight.

"Take it easy, kid." He ordered, as she winced when they took a step forward. They made their way to the infirmary, where Zane opened the door for them. Isaac appeared in the room, and directed them to the back room of the small building. He helped Charlie sit on the table, and stepped back. He noticed the Zane had a sizeable gash on his forhead. Zane dug around the medicine cabinet until he found some rubbing alcohol, and applied it to his forehead. "I believe that the good doctor's got it under control, so I'll go break the news to Myriah."

"What's the news?" Isaac inquired. Sylar breathed in.

"We lost Alan." He said grimly. Isaac nodded, sympathetically. Sylar exited the room without farewell and he took a quick stride into the rain. He pocketed the keys to the Yukon and pulled up the hood of his jacket. It was already soaked, but it made him feel slightly better.

He crossed the camp in a few minutes, approaching Myriah. "Myriah..." He announced himself to her. He sighed and cleared his throat. "We... uh... we lost Alan. There was a walker attack and we got away, but the storm knocked over a tree and the truck ran into it. Impact killed him."

"Charlie broke her leg, so we thought it would be best to come back instead of going on." He concluded.

Emma - The Cabin

Upon finding the cabin, Emma had not been aware of lay inside. However, when she explored the small home, she found a closet in the back of the bedroom. To her surprise, she found, hidden in the top shelf of the closet, was a small .22 rifle. found that it was too high up for her to reach it, so she looked around for something to stand on.

She went into the main room, which served as a kitchen, a sitting area, and a dining room. Picking up a chair from the table, she carried it back into the bedroom. Carefully, she set it at the edge of the closet, cautiously standing on it. She reached up and gripped the rifle with her right hand, stablizing her hand. Behind the gun, she saw a box of ammunition. The girl pulled the weapon forward, angling it so she could pull it out of the the closet door. She carefully stepped down, gingerly laying the gun on the bed. She stepped back onto the chair and grabbed the box of ammo, disappointed when it felt rather light. She stepped down to the floor and opened the box. She counted a total of thirteen of what used to be a thirty round box.

Outside, she could still hear the rain pounding against the ceiling and windows. She decided it was best to wait until the rain subsided to return to the camp; and she felt safe in this house. She almost wanted to go get Rob, Shannon, James, and Marcus to come back with her and they could set up shop here. She decided that she would show them to the house when she went back, but for the time being, she sat on the bed and began to fill the rifle with ammunition.

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More kills than anyone else? I'm pretty sure that Daniel (though deceased) wins that one. Enrique has the most out of any living character though, that is true. As of current, Daniel still has the most survivor kills. I need to have Sylar kill more people.... He's only killed like... 4 people. Also: Tarisa Sanders is a latino. I think she's Damo's character. I could be completely wrong, though.

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Abram - The Storm/Bus - Jess

Abram nodded when Jess asked for him to give her privacy. He sat in one of the seats after closing the bus door and bolting it shut. He stared out the windshield, his rifle beside him and his pistol in his hand. He smiled to himself before speaking up. "I- uh... I remember when my girl, Zoe, was little... she'd- she'd sit awake in her crib, cryin' and cryin', so my wife would sit up and rock her while I watched ESPN highlights..." The old man laughed softly. "I remember how I used to get so aggravated with that little girl, but then I'd look at her and she'd give me that two-toothed smile, and all that frustration would go away."

"See, you're lucky, Jess. You don't need to be worryin' about if the girl your boy's gonna be with is some hussy in slinky clothes, or- or if she dresses well... Man when Zoe brought home her first boy..." Abram chuckled again. "I almost felt bad at how bad I scared the kid; showed 'em my rifle rack... I showed him my best targets... Then the two split... and- and she found herself another boy who followed her like a puppy.. and I showed him one of my deer heads mounted in my basement, an- and I said... 'Boy, you see that deer?' He nodded... I said, 'You see the empty plaque beside it?' Punk nodded again. 'You touch my little girl in any way that you wouldn't do right in front of my, I'll take ya head off and I'm 'a mount it beside my 10 point buck right here, understand me, son?' He nodded, but he went from blackskin to the color of a ghost, I'd been so hard on him." Abram shook his head, chuckling at the memories.

"I'm gonna see if I can't get this piece'a junk to run..."

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Sylar - New Orleans - Scouts

Sylar swore as the rain began to splash against the windshield of the Suburban SUV. In the passengers seat, Lucas sat with a map in his lap. They headed towards the three shops that Myriah had circled for them. In the back seats sat Aoife and Jerry. In the truck behind them was Allen, Phineas, Charlotte (otherwise known as charlie), and Zane. The four of them were newer scouts, but they were obedient to Sylar. Zane was barely a day over eighteen, but he had a good moral. Allen and Phineas were both good shots and Allen was almost 6'4. He wasn't lacking in weight, either. However, he was quite the clutz. Charlie was a good kid, she was young, about twenty-three, pretty blonde. Sylar was unsure about her joining the ranks, but he found that she was a faster runner than anyone except for Enrique.

They'd seen that a storm was comin' but they'd decided to take to take their chances with a run anyways. Sylar almost regretted it the instant they hit the New Orleans on ramp , leading them into the city. He glanced in his mirror, as Allen let the truck slide just a tad, and swore, slowing to a halt, lowering the window, and waving him to stop. They pulled up beside them, and Allen rolled down his window enough to yell through the rain. "Should we turn around?" He called. Sylar shook his head.

"Nah keep, goin'. It's bound to let up soon!" He replied, rolling up his window and turning back onto the road. The vehicles drove into a part of town that had defenitely seen better days; even before the apocalypse. It was what some people might reffer to as a "Ghetto" part of town. There was a small gas station, with a single walker roaming the lot. Sylar pulled to a halt, close to sidewalk by force of habbit. He quickly climbed out of the SUV, the rain drenching him. The walker's attention had been attained, as it started walking towards them. The man aimed is crossbow and nailed the biter right in the head. He retrieved his arrow, as his scouts followed him. He turned to Allen, Phineas, Charlie and Zane. He motioned for them to cross the street to a boarded up department store. The four of them obeyed, drawing their melee weapons. Sylar had the advantage of using his crossbow, but the others all carried loud firearms.

Sylar pushed open the door to the gas station, checking for immediate danger. The group pushed inside, checking each aisle for walkers; none presented themselves. "Make it quick, fellas." He commanded. The man went behind the counter, searching the drawers for a set of keys. When he found a ring of keys, he took it and threw it to Jerry. "Find out which key opens to stock closet." He ordered, and the man went to work. Sylar hopped over the counter and resumed, glancing the aisles. When Jerry found the key that fit, he announced his success, and Sylar joined him. He was pleased with the results; a lot of canned food, at least five water bottle packages.

It was when a shout came faintly from outside, a swear from someone. Sylar dashed to the window, viewing across the street. To his horror, Zane, Allen, Charlie and Phineas were battling to keep the doors of the department store closed. They were battling a group of walkers that banged on the wooden doors. "Lucas, Aoife, grab some boxes, Jerry c'mon we got to help them!" The two men sprinted out of the gas station and crossed the street. The rain had drastically increased, and Sylar could feel it smacking against his neck and hands. His hair was matted to his head, and Jerry was the same. Sylar pushed his shoulder into the door, a Jerry added his massive frame to the barricade. "We gotta bar it!" He shouted. Charlie temporarily left the door, going to the closest window. She gripped one of the 2x4's and, with great effort, pulled the board loose. Sylar maneuvered himself so the Charlie could slid the 2x4 between the handles. Before she could latch the second handle, the door exploded, sending them to the ground. Sylar swore aloud, "Go, go!" He glanced as Charlie tumbled to the ground, and he jumped to her side, helping her stand.

To his dismay, the path to the car was being blocked by the walkers. "C'mon, kid!" He shouted, pulling Charlie with him down the road. The cut through the Alley, and Sylar pointed to a rusted dumpster. "Jump in, I'll lead them away! Get to the car and circle around the block and meet me!" He commanded. Charlie climbed in and Sylar closed the hatch. Several walkers appeared in the street, coming to the alley. "Ayy!" He shouted, drawing them past the dumpster, and turned the corner. He cussed once again as several walkers blocked the other street exit. The back of the alley was the fence to the yard of a house, so Sylar shouldered his crossbow and climbed the fence, throwing himself over. He ran down the yard and on to the sidewalk, drawing the attention of the walkers in the Alley. He could see Charlie and the others getting to the cars, so he ran down the sidewalk, crossing the street to the next block. He dashed around the whole block, skidding to a halt. The winds were picking up, sending Sylar's shaggy hair all over his head and his jacket blowing frantically in the storm. The sound of thunder shook the air and a flash of light hit the sky.

He saw the Suburban skid around the corner, sliding on the wet pavement. He jumped into the passenger's seat as Jerry drove up, Charlie and Lucas in the back seat. He found the Aoife, Zane, Phineas and Allen had jumped into the truck and followed behind them. "We have to go further into the city, we can't lead that herd back to Outpost!" He stated, so Jerry drove into New Orleans.

-=About an Hour Later=-

The herd had fallen far behind, so Sylar gave the order to turn and head back towards Outpost. However, he decided that the Good Lord wasn't happy with them, as a bolt of lightning shattered the air, sending an approaching tree to the ground. Sylar swerved left hard, sliding across the street, and breaking hard on the side of the road, facing the direction they had just come from.

Sylar found that Allen had not been so fortunate as to miss the tree, as the truck slammed hard into the trunk of the old tree. Sylar jumped from the SUV, dashing the crashed truck. He saw that Allen was slumped forward, as was Charlie, who sat in the passenger's seat. Both's airbags had deployed, and apprently impacted them. He opened the driver's door and shook Allen roughly. He slid his finger to the man's neck, and profanity slipped from his lips. Allen was dead....

The back doors opened and and Aofie and Zane climbed out of the car. "Allen's not breathing, watch him, Zane!" Sylar crossed the car to Charlie's side. "Hey, kid, c'mon, kid!" He shook her roughly, and she moved, sending relief through him. "Sylar-" She winced as she moved her ankle. He saw that it was awkwardly bent away from the bone: that wasn't good... "I can't feel my leg..." She cursed.

"Take it easy kid, we'll help you." He coaxed, reached to her and sliding his arms under her. He lifted her with ease; he was quite strong and she was rather light.
He picked her out and pulled her from the car. "Zane, anything from Allen?" He asked. Zane and Allen had eased the man to the ground. "He's... he's dead..." Zane answered grimly. Charlie let out a small, grief-stricken groan. "Zane, you've got to do it. If not, you take Charlie, and I'll do it, but Allen was to good a man for us to let him turn." Zane nodded grimly, pulling out his gun. Sylar didn't mind him using a bullet in this case: they wouldn't be here long enough to attract any walkers. Zane's pistol fired and a bullet entered Allen's skull. The scouts all piled to the SUV, and Sylar lay Charlie in the back, giving her room.

They drove back towards the camp, no words being exchanged. They couldn't continue a run after losing a man like that...

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Sylar - Haywood

Sylar saw that Enrique had moved, so he kept an eye on him. Sylar was alarmed when he downed one of the young boys with his axe. Sylar began to raised his pistol towards Enrique, but Amanda tried to draw on him. Before she could, grabbed her wrist, twisted the gun out of her hand and threw his arm around her neck, shielding himself from Enrique. When Enrique slowed down enough, Sylar aimed his gun at the man- BANG! A lot shot sounded from the Haywood man's rifle, piercing Enrique's leg. Good knights, that was a good shot.

Sylar saw Hex aiming at him with his gun, but he shoved the point of the gun to Amanda's chin. "Get back, Hex!" He barked. He glanced over at Aoife, who trained her assault rifle on Hex.

Sylar swore in his head... If they made it back to Oupost, he would have a lot of explaining to do to Myriah...

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Sylar - Outpost

All was going as planned: Sylar had his new squad of scouts, and they were currently gearing up to make the trip to the Pub. He'd accumulated some of Reggie's best scouts, by order of the man himself. Sylar had personally selected them however. There was Lucas, who Sylar held a good bit of respect for, because of his level-headedness. Phon was their medical man, but only to the level of first aid. If he could have, he would've wanted Isaac to come, but they needed the good doctor for the larger community. Jerry was the tank of the group, and Sylar hoped that his size would help intimidate people. Simon was their final member, and he was quite a good shot with a rifle.

Sylar looked at the trunk of the Suburban, examining the contents of the bag of weapons. He'd pulled a few extra weapons from the armory, seeing as the only weapons Hazel and Meghan had were their pistols and Hazel's bow. The bag contained a Remington 700, an AR-15, 2 Glock 19's, and an military issue M4. Sylar zipped the bag, and took off his cross bow, laying it beside the bag of weapons. He unclipped the quiver of arrow from his belt and lay it by his weapon. He closed the trunk, and nodded to Phon. The man returned a nod, and went to the passenger's seat. Sylar rounded the vehicle and climbed in, turning the ignition and switching to drive. He pulled up to the gates, and waited for Adam to open them.

"See ya, Mr. Sylar!" The kid waved. Sylar gave him a mock salute and drove out of the gates, headed with his four scouts towards the Pub.

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So, from tomorrow till sunday, Panda and I will be in Arkansas and depending on the integrity of the wireless at any given time, we might not be on as much.

Ps: If you newers players haven't connected the dots already, Panda is my sister...

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Meghan/Hazel - The Pub - Cody

"A medic huh? Well thats gonna come in handy..." Meghan said, giving him a small smile. Hazel nodded, downing a spoonful of rice.

"We're more than happy to have you join our brigade of buttkicking teens." Hazel said. She felt good about Cody; he could really be a good help for them. They finished dinner in moderate silence. Meghan then announced that she was going to bed. She said goodbye and went back to her room.
Hazel waited until Meghan was gone, and took a breath. "I'd like to ask you for a favor, Cody..."

"Meghan is defenitely not going to be able to go on a run with me, but we're low on water and out of medecine for her and she's gonna be in a lot of pain without it. I don't want to go on my own, and now that you're here, I might be able to fulfill that want." She said, pushing her bowl away. "A-and you're a medic, so you know what things to get for Meghan. There's a pharmacy thats about two miles from here and I think we can get into the back room where they keep the heavy drugs."

She glanced at the guy for a second, hoping he wouldn't think she was too crazy.