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The Walking Dead - Northwards

It's a long highway. They could drive down the road 5 or 6 miles before noticing the other two.

The Walking Dead - Northwards

Aaand I've posted.

The Walking Dead - Northwards

Trees. Thousands of trees. An unending maze of forest. At certain points, the canopy above was so thick that Aaron was unable to see the sun. Only small little beams of light were able to penetrate through the leaves and branches. In retrospect, entering the forest was a very bad decision, though at the time Aaron was not presented with many. Things had gone south in Oakville. The situation he was presented with left him with three options. Run, hide, or die. Aaron chose to run. At the time, running north seemed like a good idea. In his mind, he thought that there would eventually be some highway or freeway. He was wrong. There were open patches from time to time. Fields and farms, even some dirt roads. Following the roads was pointless, Aaron tried once and it led nowhere, he decided to continue north instead. After about an hour, Aaron's boots were covered in mud as were the bottoms of his pants. Sweat ran down his forehead. The temperature was cool, not chilly though. That being said, non-stop walking (and some jogging) led to sweating.

After roughly five hours of almost constant travel (save for a few breaks), Aaron came across a car on a dirt road. At first glance, it looked abandoned. There were some boxes visible in the trunk and backseat, but Aaron was still hesitant to approach. For about five minutes Aaron sat in the brush observing the car, waiting for something or someone to exit it or walk towards it. No one came. The car was dirty. The passenger side door was flung open, Aaron could not determine whether or not the driver's door was open. The biggest two questions on Aaron's mind were; was the car operational? why was it abandoned?. Hopefully it worked and had enough gas to get him out of the God-forsaken forest he found himself in. Slowly, Aaron approached.

Almost instantly, Aaron regretted approaching the vehicle. Unfortunately, a walker had been lying dormant inside the car. How Aaron had not noticed it was beyond him, but once he started walking towards it, the creature noticed him. Almost instantly the typical moans and groans sounded from within the vehicle. Within about ten seconds, it had freed itself from the vehicle, stumbled onto the ground, and started trying to get back on it's feet. There was probably another ten second window before the walker would be on it's feet and walking towards Aaron. He acted quickly. In a few swift movements, Aaron drew the switchblade from his pocket, flung it out, and jammed it into the walker's forehead. The two fell over. The blade did not penetrate deep enough, because the walker was still flailing it's arms around. Aaron ripped the knife out, and began stabbing the creatures head. After about two bloody minutes, he stopped.

The little episode with the walker was great stress relief, but also relieved him of his much needed energy. Now, not only was he dirty and bloodied, but he was also exhausted. Aaron pushed on though. For another few hours he walked. When he entered the forest, it was just before sunrise. Now it would have been the afternoon he guessed. He had slept for a few hours, so perhaps an entire day had even passed. Aaron really did not know. His mind was elsewhere. Finally something happened to bring his concentration to the real world. HIGHWAY 8, it read. The walk had been Hell, but he was finally rewarded. The original goal and thought behind entering the forest was to find a nearby highway, unfortunately the nearest one happened to be what felt like 100 miles away, but was in reality only roughly 15. Aaron made his way to the guard rail and looked onto the highway. This section had a fair amount of cars on it, though not enough to block it completely. If there was a working one in the bunch, Aaron would definitely be able to drive off.

A nearby van offered some solace. Aaron checked it for any hidden occupants before entering the back. He did not close the back doors, rather, he left them open to observe the area while sitting in the back, drinking some water. His legs burned, but he was more relaxed than he had been in a very long time. "Maybe this is the start of something great" Aaron said aloud, to himself.

The Walking Dead - Northwards

I'm planning on having my character coming out of the forest south of the highway, onto the highway. I guess you can just wait for my post and read it, and go from there. But I'd be more than happy to have a partner in crime.

He won't be a jackass and just approach. He'll watch and see what they're about.

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So I'll start Aaron off walking along the highway. Are you guys headed east?

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Okay. Where exactly in, Washington I believe it was, are the characters primarily located? I've been slacking on a post these past two days (mainly for a lack of general knowledge since I have gotten far behind), so I'm trying to rectify that with a post today.

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Sooo still kind of struggling on trying to figure out where to fit my character in at.

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Okay, I'm back. Sorry about submitting a character and then disappearing without a word. Is there anyway I could get a short recap on what has happened and where I should start?

The Walking Dead - Northwards

Name:
Aaron Parsons

Age:
22

Gender:
Male

Race:
Caucasian

Clothing:
The clothing that Aaron wears is usually the same, though he has two pairs of almost everything. Since he does a considerable amount of walking, Aaron has adopted wearing a pair of dark brown hiking boots with either wool socks under them, or lighter fabric ones, it depends on the temperature. Going up, he wears a pair of dark blue jeans. They are not necessarily skinny jeans, but they fit him well. Circling his waist is a leather belt with a pistol holster on the right hip. Aaron typically wears a white or green undershirt below his black hoodie. Aaron has a thick wool coat that he puts on when the temperature drops, as well as a pair of gloves and a ski mask.

The bottoms of his jeans shown signs of wear, have some rips, and have permanent stains that are either blood or dirt. Aaron manages to keep the rest of his clothing pretty clean by washing it in rivers and alternating what he wears. The boots are worn down but have not lost their use. The inside soles on his heels are ripped, but either than that, the inside of the boots have been preserved.

Equipment:
-A black Nike backpack.

In Backpack
-Green T-shirt
-Wool socks
-Gloves and ski mask
-Black wool coat (strapped/draped over one side of the backpack)
-First Aid kit
-Tylenol
-Two water bottles, full
-Four MREs
-A large black flashlight
-Batteries for the flashlight x4
-A map with writing on it
-2 7-round Colt M1911 Magazines, loaded
-6 .45 ACP bullets in a side pouch
-3 20-round Colt M4 Carbine Magazines, loaded

In Pockets
-Small switch blade knife
-Smaller flashlight
-Wallet
-Radio (technically attached to the belt)

Weapons:
Both of the firearms that Aaron has are looted and do not belong to him. In fact, he stole the M4 from a group he was running with for a few weeks before taking off in the night.
-Colt M1911, 1 magazine loaded. (in holster)
-Colt M4 Carbine, semi-automatic.(strapped over right shoulder)

Bio/Background: Life before the apocalypse was less than exciting for Aaron. For the first 18 years of a his life, Aaron lived in Minnesota. Neither of his parents were abusive, nor did they split at any point. Both of his parents brought in a good amount of money, making for an easy life. Friends came easily because Aaron was sociable. He was not the smartest person, but he passed every year with a B average and graduated on time. Aaron dabbled in football for three years, but his senior year of high school he quit, though he was still strong and athletic.

After finishing high school, Aaron moved to northern Minnesota to pursue a degree in law enforcement. His goal was to get a four year degree, he was on his third year when the "shit hit the fan". By the time Aaron was able to get back home, his mother and father had been exposed to the infection and killed. They were dead when he arrived, someone had already put them down. Though it was difficult to see, he was happy that he was not the one to do it. With no real plan of attack, Aaron wandered westward for weeks. He traveled by foot at first, but eventually he found a car. The only goal Aaron has right now is to survive. He currently finds himself in Washington with his belongings that he either brought with him, stole, or looted.

Occupation Pre-Apocalyse: College Student

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