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August 12, 2007:
First infection confirmed in Bolivia. Infected corpse is airlifted to a secret facility to be dissected and studied.

September 10, 2007:
Top biologists and scientists around the world reported dead in freak accidents; in actuality, they are moved to this facility to recreate the infection discovered one month previous.

June 16, 2008:
An accident occurs in the facility. All personnel infected.

June 22, 2008:
Infection reaches New York City and spreads like wildfire.

August 22, 2008:
Pockets of infection reported all across the country.

September 3, 2008:
U.S. government has collapsed, all organized military has been wiped out. North America declared a Quarantine Zone by the rest of the world.

January 8, 2008:
Haven is founded and secured in the remains of New Albany, Nevada (fictional city, in case you were wondering)

Present Day:
"My name is Dr. Truman, and I am the one responsible for destroying the United States of America.

"Today is June 12, 2012. Only a few of the infected the CORPS disposed of today were fresh... The area must be completely devoid of other humans, if not close to it. The eerie quiet of a city once so busy could drive a man crazy... If the constant fear of infection doesn't.

"In the beginning, a single bite, or exchange of fluids meant one less of us, and another one of them... The more recently infected have lost their muscular limiters, making them faster, stronger, and more resilient than any human. However, the more they run, jump, and kill, the faster their musculature deteriorates. Eventually, they go from Olympians to slow, stupid Crawlers.

"Now, however, my virus; my baby is no longer so potent. If you're bitten, you become infected, but until you die, you can still live out your life as a human being. Me? I'm infected... So is half of Haven, but we don't let it stop us.

"Up until two days ago, we've had no contact with the rest of the world. None. Luckily, one of our radio monitors noticed what seems like a scrap of communique from another outpost. We had thought them all destroyed, but today our suspicions were disproved when we caught another few words. Something about supplies, and such.

"We're preparing to send a team out to search to the North. We need volunteers from almost every field here in Haven to sign up, if this plan is to have any hope of success... So go on, brave soldiers; assemble your team, and make us proud. If you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend."

With that, Truman turned and exited the 'war room', as it were, leaving the remaining humans to discuss their plan.

"Well..." Zeke began. "I guess it's up to us, then."
He took a look at the men and women around him. Not a single one of them didn't have a will to survive, if not die for the sake survival. He was no leader, but hoped that with help, he could take this motley crew of lovers, fighters, thinkers, survivors, and make Truman's plan work.

(Alright! This is where the RP can split, if we want, or just run with the search party. I figure we could run parallel lines, which is why we have the 2-character limit. Just tell me what'cha think! )

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Yasuo stood awatch on top of a building by the entrance to Haven City. Swinging his chain around and around he kept watch on everything. He watched people walking around trading and doing their tasks. Everything right now was so boring. He noticed some of the people who were important to Haven City havent been seen in a while.Something was up.Yasuo knew something was coming up. Yasuo stopped spinning the chain and wrapped it around his waist like a belt. He then picked up his P90 and Desert Eagle and put it on the chain so he didnt have to carry anything in his hands.He made his way down the building by climbing.
"Whatever's going on...I hope it's gonna be fun"
Yasuo said as a smirk came across his face.

As Sera listened to the statement, a bad feeling rose in her gut. Low on supplies... she thought, Scouting far North isn't going to be easy. She stood, stepping into the center of the group, "You'll need someone to scout for groups of deadheads," she said. "I'm fast, and I'm good at finding safe routes. I'll go."

Kevn had been in Vegas a bit to long for his taste, and he was running low on food. He had been raiding the stores and shops all across the city for food, and yet he was running out of food that was stilll good to eat, and not rotten or infected. Today he came... a little to close to one of the infected. She had been in the bathroom in the Flamingo and just as Kevin was done and about to leav, she leaped at him. Kevin shot her before she came close enough with his M9, but it was a little to close, so he suspected he should leave the next day so he could avoid another close call. He had been getting frequencies from the survivors city, Haven, for awhile, but ignored them. Tomorrow he was leaving for there anyway, and if they figured out who he was he would be a dead man almost immediately.

He broke open a car and hotwired it, then started towards the coordinates he was getting from the radio frequencies. Haven... either death, or a little bit closer to salvation. Regardless, he ahd to give it a shot. He was almost out of food, after all.

He slamme don the gas and raced through the city, slamming into a few infected, their blood splattering all over the cars hood. To Haven!

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Kurtz sighed, listening to truman made him ache for a drink, despite being off the sauce for two years. It always did. If it weren't the fact he was one of the more experienced of the Engineering and Renovation Corps, the faction he had a hand in creating, he wouldn't even be here. Perhaps being a bit of a scientist himself, he could understand the governments need to study that new virus or parasite that turned people into 'zombies', but he imagined that the infection of the new version was only half accidental. After Truman left he coughed, clearing his throat and sighed.

Kurtz nodded after a bit, "I'll go. You'll need someone to pick locks, build proper 'cades and create fallback positions for camps. Though if we find a 'shop somewhere there's a few things on the wishlist, like acetylene canisters, spare tools, and such of that nature.....Besides, I'm sure the kids' would be glad to be rid of me." Kids, of course, referred to the fact that a good 3/4ths of the people in the renovation and construction corps were young survivors. "They won't miss me when I'm gone, and likely would love to see me not come back. I plan to disappoint. I just hope those greenhorns don't cause Haven to cave in while I'm gone. But fair warning, I'm not traveling with some End Days freak, and If I've got a bit of advice, you'd better listen, or I'll go my own way and you can get yourself killed on your own time."

Odd statements to hear for those that didn't know how he handled the 'EAR' CORPS. He was known for being a real bastard, pushing people hard, and being very harsh on people that failed. There were a lot of failures since most of EAR was composed of volunteers and other untrained people. Kurtz was one of a handful of survivors that were trained personnel before the zombies appeared, the rest were taught informally in Haven. Several people nearly left Haven because they couldn't put up with his teaching method. Instead they signed up with one of the other groups. He arguably was as harsh as some of the old military personnel that trained the Defense CORPS newbies.

The religious nuts didn't like him either, and most of them still blame him for the disappearance of Sara Kite two and a half years ago, one of the most evangelistic of the 'group'. She had been recruiting new members daily into her End Days cult, but once she disappeared the cult dispersed, with only a couple members still ranting on. His open defiance of the cult before her disappearance made him a likely suspect, and directly after her disappearance the group actually tried to stone him to death, demanding 'blood owed'.

[OoC: If you need a reference for Sara Kite, think Mrs. Carmody(the fundamentalist nutjob) in The Mist]

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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token
~Excerpt from The Raven by Edger Allan Poe~

As Yasuo climbed down he noticed alot of commotion going on a distance away. He barely heard a car growling as it sped to it's destination.Yasuo noticed the growling coming ever so closer.
"Well i guess i just greet this newcomer since im a guard"
Yasuo said under his breath while he jumped the rest of the way down the building. Yasuo snatched the chain of his waist, letting his guns drop to the ground. He swung the chain around and around with another smirk appearing on his face. Yasuo barely smiled unless it involved fighting and more importantly zombies. Yasuo was in his fighting stance with his chain swinging around.

"Good", Zeke replied from his seat. Although he did not stand, he did sit a little taller, knowing that he had good people with him. All that he needed now were two more fighters, a medic, and their supplies.
Most of the Defense CORPS was fresh, thanks to a narrowly-averted disaster a mere six weeks previous, leaving much room for improvement on all fronts.

Still, Ezekiel had hope that they could somehow surmount this cataclysm... Before they could really get their game plan going, they'd need to finish assembling the team. It couldn't be too big, because they'd attract too much attention, and it couldn't be too small, or they'd stand no chance in a Horde situation. Five to seven members should do quite nicely.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen," he started to get everyone's attention. "I figure we could still use a couple more hardcore fighters and definitely a medic... Although I have extensive knowledge of Band-aids, I really don't think that'll cut it on this one." His smile should have been comforting and well-recieved... Except maybe for Kurtz. Zeke couldn't see himself getting along with the older guy too well, but it wasn't like they had much of a choice.

((OOC: Thanks for the ref on Sara, there. I've been meaning to see that movie.))

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"I suppose I'll have to come along, to keep Davis from getting everyone mutilated," a woman's voice echoed from the far corner. It carried a mordant tone. There were so many people crowded into the war room, that Cassidy couldn't have found a seat at the beginning, even if she tried. Instead, she was lucky enough to squeeze into a tight spot to stand. However, when she began to articulate, most of the men around her parted rapidly enough to suggest that she might be carrying the virus. Yet, obviously she didn't wear an armband. She curtly smacked the back Leeroy's head, a nearby man who had actually groaned when she volunteered. Cass smirked mischievously, "Leave it to these idiotic excuses for men to automatically assume that only those infected would accept such a mission. Guaranteed none of these slobs could throw a grenade without blowing one of their appendages off..."

Cassidy grinned and gave a loose salute to Zeke, giggling lightly afterwards. She knew Zeke from her rounds around Haven. He was practiced enough, but she wouldn't allow some weaker, less experienced lard to take her place. The best chance that they had was to take mostly Defense Corps members. Though, she couldn't decide whether it would be wise, to allow Haven to remain without an experienced defense force.

Well, Truman said something about supplies, and Zeke is going...

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And therein lies the problem... Haven's defenses would be much lower than ever before with the big players out and about. Needless to say, they couldn't take ALL of the volunteers.

A familiar voice caught his ear. Zeke stood and half-turned to look behind him. Cassidy... More like Crassidy at the moment. He had to hold back a chuckle at her grenade comment.

"Well well, Miz Cassidy, is it?" He said it more as a statement than a question. Zeke returned the gesture with a casual, two-finger salute of his own.
He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was completely aware of the defense situation. In any case, their forces would be spread thin.

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And there it was. Haven. The walled off city was impossible for him to enter without authorization. He continued towards the entrance to the city, stopping his guitar and waiting to be addressed by one of the defense CORPS or something. He had his rifle at the ready if anything went wrong. It was slung around his back. That was ready enough for him, he could draw and fire in a split second, even with it on his back.

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