The Walking Dead - When Hope Is Lost

[AnnaBeth]

Alice's head shot up at the sound of a voice calling out to them. She ran to the edge of the roof, the wind that whipped in-between the concrete structures blew her hair around, and there he was, a human. He was a living, breathing…asian human! She leaned a knee on the ledge and waved her hands above her head, "HEY! We're over here! Are you alright?!", she called to him, hoping that he could make her words out alright.

She really just wanted to know that they weren't the only survivors in this desolate area. Poor Atlanta. It didn't stand a chance. The music that began blaring confirmed her hopes a little more, as she didn't figure Walkers could make that kind of cognitive decision to turn on a radio. Her smile grew a little wider than she meant for it to, and she sat her shotgun on the ground, running to a corner to look around in the streets. She could feel Mayson's judgmental eyes on her back as she did so, and decided to explain, "Surely he's not the only one…"

Mayson was the first to hear Tobias, spinning around so fast that he had to drop a hand onto the edge of the building for support. He squinted his eyes, hearing the man address them as 'civilians'. Was he a cop? Military? Maybe he had a helicopter. Maybe he could get them out of there. Running to the edge of the roof closest to Tobias, he pulled his hands to his mouth for amplification, "We're trapped! The alley way is blocked off…it was the only way to get away!"

[RainTheifAustin]

Daniel raised up from the hot Atlanta roof and then stumbled to his feet. The shouting of an official came from somewhere, but the hollering of a female came from only a few rooftops away. He raised an arm and shouted in general to alert them of his presence. "You all like my music?" He asked with a large grin and a shaky air guitar. He turned trying to see more people, but collapsed again. He had no breath and he couldn't catch it back quick enough. His smoking finally caught up to him, he was a heavy depression smoker, and practcally stayed depressed.

[King Serperior]

"We're trapped! The alley way is blocked off…it was the only way to get away!" the male on the roof was saying.
Tobias yelled back, "How able are you? Have either of you been injured?"
Hopefully neither are injured. He looked down and estimated that the gap between the two fire escapes was enough for him, a physically fit soldier, to leap. However, if they were not bodily ready, they would fall almost ten stories. There weren't but like 10 walkers and possibly a crawler. Though he could very easily take them out, the shots would attract more. He thought of the silencer then shook his head. No, though it was the best possible one, 10-15 shots were far out of the question. It could shoot 5 at best, usually 3, before overheating and failing.
Tobias looked back to the man, "I have an idea, however, it requires our trust. If we can do this, we have a chance at safety. Suddenlly, there was a banging from the door that led up to the roof. Tobias turned, pistol drawn. After about thirty seconds, he relaxed as he realized that the door was locked from the inside and there was only one thing behind it.........
This was getting problematic.....

[1Gr1mm]

The girl approached the edge of the roof, calling out to him. So they did notice him. So they were friendly. Or at least they seemed to be, at that fact made Kim smile. And it was quite a wide smile. His smile was one of his best characteristics back in the normal days, he wondered if it still held the same charm. "Damn" He thought. Of all things he should be thinking right now, his brain had to pick the most useless one. "No," His thoughts then added. "The most useless one would be thinking whether the girl is cute or not. Since I don't really have the greatest sight. Oh, now I will start thinking about it." He tried to erase the thoughts from his mind before catching some of the words the girls said. Hey and alright. He met a few survivors on his way here and it came to his knowledge that most friendly ones ask "are you alright?" the first time they see you. He decided it was that sentence the girl asked as well. Although he knew there was no use in shouting right now. Until the music dies out or the song ends that is. All he could do is form a circle with his hand, depicting an answer to the girl's question. "I am fine." He then pointed to her, wondering if she'll understand that he wants to know the same thing.

Following the girl's actions, he also approached the corner of the roof so he could have a better look out to the street. It was filled with death. Walking death sentences, for them at least. Atalanta didn't die completely. His smile turned into a wide grin. Atalanta didn't die! He almost jumped for joy. If there were other survivors here, maybe... yes. "Maybe she survived as well!" He yelled inside of himself. She was always a lucky girl. And he was always an optimistic bastard. But he had to get out of here, and that's when he turned back to the people on the roof not far from his. If she was alive, she would get the hell out of this city. She was smart like that.

He waited for the song to come to a slightly slower, quieter part, so he could yell out to the girl. He then remember it was "Kashmir" that played. It didn't exactly have quieter and louder parts. Brushing through his hair, he still opened his mouth to say something. "How to get out of here?" He even did hand motions while he spoke, hoping she'll understand what he means.

[Daxam]

--Alex--

As he and Ash make their way up the street, swinging their weapons down any alleyways in case a nasty surprise was waiting for them, Alex glimpses movement farther up the street. Someone appeared to be running across the street. Ash noticed it as well, because when Alex started turning toward the alley the figured disappeared in, she stopped and asked, "What are you doing?"

Alex stops and turns toward her, saying,"I wanna go check that out. It could be another survivor."

"Or, it could be another one of those bloody monsters hoping for a meal to show up out of the blue."

Alex sighs. "When have you ever known a zombie to run like that? I don't know about you, but the ones that I've seen never moved that fast." He steps forward and puts a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. If we wind up running into a 'shower of savages,' as you'd put it, I'll have your back."


--Ash--

Ash waits a moment before answering. Shrugging his hand off, she says, "Do what you want." She looks at Alex and smiles. "You better be serious about having my back. I don't need you running off with your tail between your legs."

Alex smiles back and, walking away, says, "Let's get going. We don't want that horde up there to see us."

She looks ahead and sees the group of walkers. She nods and they begin walking at a brisk pace, eventually arriving at the alley. Ash lets out a small gasp, surprised to find not one, but multiple survivors. Although she knew someone living had to be playing the awful "music" that's echoing through the city, she can't help but think, We're not alone! It takes her a few seconds, but as Alex takes a position at the opening of the alley they just entered, in case anything decided to follow them, she finds her voice and asks, "Sorry to pop in like this, but you wouldn't mind if we followed you up there, would you?"

[VectorxMan]

"Sorry to pop in like this, but you wouldn't mind if we followed you up there, would you?", a female asked from the end of the alley. Theo half turned to catch it was a pair, a man and a woman. All five fingers adjusted on the tire iron. They gripped below halfway where the socket was pointed up. Theo acknowledged the two only by nodding his head in the 'come on' signal a few times. His attention quickly went back to the ladder. "The cop shop's music is too close; this alley'll get swarmed soon so yee~ha Robin Hood let's get off of ground zero," Theo told the crossbowman in a lowered tone compared to his regularly somewhat deep voice.

[Rinn]

Jack was curious about the man. He seemed like a greedy, selfish man yet you could tell he was relieved to see another person. He was also suprised when he just popped up out of his drunken coma and started to climb the ladder. "Wait, you didn't even tell me your na-" Jack cut himself off when he noticed yet another figure coming down the alleyway towards him. He pulled out his bow out of instinct as the man spoke. A sigh of relief went through Jack as he wasn't sure if he was human. "Wow how luc-" he cut himself off yet again when he noticed two more sets of worried faces in the background behind him, and one of them was a cute redhead! "Thank you Jesus!" He jokingly shouted.

While he quickly gestured for the others to come closer he noticed something.... silence.... what happened to the music? Did it just, stop? This wasn't good. He knew their voices were being muffled by the music and now he made the mistake of making a stupid joke in complete silence. Surely this would come back to bite him in the ass.... literally! Sure enough, he started to hear the patter of a bunch of shambling footsteps behind them coming from the opposite side of the alley. Was it more survivors? No, a large group of walkers were slowly funneling into the alleyway behind them.

"Get the fuck up the ladder! Now!" Jack screamed as he drew his bow back, arrow notched. About five or six walkers were a good twenty five feet from their location. Jack held his breath, and let loose an arrow hitting right into the lead walkers neck. He fell down within seconds, taking down two others with him for a momentary window. Jack pulled a metal trashcan filled with garbage from the side of him and threw it down the alley, hopefully tripping up any walkers who get close enough. He looked back to see if the others started up the ladder yet. "Well what are you waiting for? Get up the ladder!" He only had ten arrows left with no time to dig them out, he wouldnt be able to hold out for long...

[Daxam]

--Alex--

Just as one of the others shouted, Alex realized that "Kashmire" stopped playing. As the echoes of the shout fade and the moaning and shuffling of walkers takes it's place, Alex looks over his shoulder pointedly at the one who shouted. Don't bother, he thinks, backing away from the corner and raising his shotgun to his shoulder. A sudden, piercing pain lances through his arm at the motion, but he ignores it. You have more pressing things on your plate right now. Behind his back, he hears a whooshing sound followed by a thud as the man with the bow looses an arrow and fells a walker. Soon, some start creeping around the corner on the other side. As soon as he has a clear shot, Alex fires, the buckshot hitting three of them out of luck. But, shortly afterwards, twice as many take their place. Shit... "You heard the man," he says to the other two, "get up to the roof!"


--Ash--

"Cop on!" she replies, drawing her glock and taking place beside the guy wielding a bow. "You two won't last long against a group this size." She sights a walker with her pistol and fires, missing it's head and hitting it in it's shoulder. "Damn!"

"This really isn't the time to be arguing, Ash!" Alex replies after shooting again. "I said I'd have your back, the least you can do is listen to me!"

Ash risks a moment to look over her shoulder and sees Alex doing the same thing. Letting out a soft growl, she says, "Fine, but if you die on me, I'll kill you!" She walks over to the ladder and starts climbing, following the man who went up before. That dope, she thinks, nearing the rooftop. At this rate, he's gonna get himself killed with this misplaced chivalry!

As soon as she lifts herself over the edge of the roof, she looks over the edge and sees Alex slowly making his way back toward the ladder. She turns toward the man she followed up to the roof, a businessman by the look of him, and says, "My friend down there will be in pain when he gets up here. Do you have any medicine or something that you could spare?"

[Assassin958]

Tom had just started his slow ascent when three new survivors came into his periphery. He turned his head to look. He muttered a curse to himself as he saw that they brought a legion of undead friends with them.

"JUST INVITE THE WHOLE FUCKING NEIGHBORHOOD WHY DONTCHYA"

A shout to get up the ladder made him realize that he was sitting idly as he expressed his displeasure with the sudden influx of corpses.

Tom looked upward and increased his ambling pace. He tried to visualize the last time he did strenuous physical activity for motivation and realized that it was in gym class in high school. That being said, Tom was surprised to find that he was making good time. He reached the metal platform and got started on the much longer one that led to the roof, deciding that not causing a traffic jam on the lower ladder was more valuable than any covering fire he would be able to provide from that position.

Maybe I overestimated the difficulty of climbing the ladder.

A man can only go so far on adrenaline alone, and just as he had this thought Tom felt a deep burning sensation in his arms and lungs.

Shit, I've got a lot of climbing left

Tom's pace slowed, and his breathing quickened. He didn't look up as he focused in on climbing as fast as his body would let him. Despite the rather mundane nature of climbing a ladder "Eye of the Tiger" was still playing in his head as he pushed onward.

Tom looked up and realized that he only had about 20 steps to go. Despite his awkward positioning taking a moment to breathe was much more comfortable than moving another inch.

No harm in taking a break

Tom put his head down as he took several deep breaths. It then occurred to Tom to look down and assess the status of the rest of the group. His eyes were drawn to the one figure that was climbing up.

Ugh, don't tell me that the broad was the only one to make it.

Despite his condescension she was moving at a much faster pace than him, and he decided to end his break prematurely in order to make it up the last few steps. With his last bit of energy he pushed himself over the edge and fell onto the roof, breathing heavily and staring at the sky

I'm never moving again

His momentary reprieve was interrupted by the one who had been following him. She asked him if he had medical supplies. He tilted his head forward to look at her before letting it fall back with a thud. He closed his eyes.

"The only medicine I have is the bottle of scotch in my pack. It can cure pretty much any problem you're having."

Tom giggled at his own snarkiness.

[VectorxMan]

With the big picture clear on the ladder's end, Theo made his move for the ladder. He ditched the toilet paper to have a free hand and climbed with the tire iron in the other. Boy was he glad that the big guy made it over the top. Had Fluffy fallen then it would have been the bloodiest non~cannibal related thing Theo would have witnessed in weeks. It would have provided one hell of a distraction for the other two men to get to the roof.

Things were great up top. The sun was shining. Nobody was eating anyone else. Dry pools of blood werent as frequently seen as a cigarette bud. Theo walked five or so feet along the edge. He half sat half collapsed into a lean. His words began with an exasperated sigh, "I hope them two come up in one piece."