[b]Alex Frendali - Zone Four[/b]

The recorder seemed to mess up for a minute. Harsh static suddenly erupted from the silence that had coming from the tape recorder. Then, the static stopped. A voice, not the one of the young girl's, but a different one. This one was the voice of a man, deep and hoarse, one that hasn't been used for a long, long time. The girls' stomping and screaming however, had attracted some.. unwanted attention.

The birds were staring at her now, their eyes' full attention on the soaked girl. But, in the grass nearby was one thing... a roman gladius, pristine and sharp, the edge of the bronze forged blade glinting in the gray sunlight. It manages to go about fourteen inches long, and has a finely made hilt for holding. Seems to be a few inches wide as well. Even from a few feet away, the sword still looks like a masterpiece, something born out of someone's love for an art. The birds, with their long legs and razor-filled beaks, now were done bathing themselves. Their crooked shapes began to slowly edge their way towards the girl, almost cautiously, with deliberate steps that made them stand tall. Three in total, had decided to investigate whatever had ruined their day. The tape recorder still spoke out. 

"Listen... listen closely, whoever is listening. Your life will be in danger at all times from now on... don't trust anything, don't trust anyone. They may seem like they're normal, but they're not. The wildlife... its... different. Don't trust those grinning beaks. Use your [i]strength[/i] to your advantage. Please, find the next tape." Suddenly, a bit of static pierces through. Sitting, soaked in the water has probably messed with the tape. "The location is... D..th...me... lage. Find a map and get there quick and avoid anything you see out there. Fighting will only bring more. They're not scared of you. Stay away from the pillars."

Meanwhile... the birds slowly advance.

[b]Thomas Rodgers and Penny Yates - Zone Three[/b]

The voice coming from the audio tape was sketchy at best, something was obviously changing the voice to a deep monotone with no emotion... right? At first, the voice only spoke gibberish. Unintelligible slurs and words from some strange horrible language. But then you could finally understand, but not before the hairs on your neck begin to stand as you hear something in the distance.

A roar... from something. A... lion? No, not a lion, not anything you could think of. Something about it is too strange for you to make a good guess. The voice still plays. "Your card. Your card is worthwhile. A judge is not always blind, so beware. Be safe, hide. Kill. Do not trust. Trusting will kill you. Make good use of your tools. You must go somewhere. Find a map, it will guide you there. A castle among the sands. You may find supplies within the forest, if you know what to look for. Get the next recording." Lying in the dirt a few feet away from Penny is... a bundle. Inside said bundle is a large wrap of steel chain, each link forged strong and large. A heavy, round ball lies attached to one end.

As for Thomas, his item is stored within a hole carved into a tree, a three-pronged spear, forged of iron, and with a leather grip, lies there, ready for any hands that will take it. 

Another roar erupts... this time it sounds closer.

[b]Shawn Burnham and Dr. Kaikaus - Zone One[/b]

"Ehehaheeahee! Yes! Yes! Listen closely, yes, yes! Fools you are, but you might just not die!" The voice, obviously belongs to a man, who doesn't seem to have much sanity left inside him, is quick and stuttery. "Use your card. Yes, yes, indeed, use it! Survive with it! Go to... go to... The mountain. The stone quarry. Yes, yes. Go there. Find the next tape, find it." The voice is interrupted by the sound of splashing coming from the nearby river, just over a nearby hill, it is loud, and it calls out to you. "Don't forget, there are things you do not understand about this place! Nobody does! Haha!"

Nearby is a few items, however. For Shawn, he manages to spot the glint of technology lying in the grass and dirt. An device that shows the area around zone one. Two blinking dots right next to each other. For the good doctor, he finds... a weapon of sorts. It seems to be a gauntlet, with three ragged claws that appear like they would cut through flesh easily.

[b]Travence Girt and Mike Latram - Zone Six[/b]

The wheezing voice of an old man soon cuts through the static. "I can't say much... but.. I will try and help you, whoever is listening. Stay away from the ocean, for things dwell within the deep water. Stay away from the castle as well... unless you have the stomach or the bravery for it. Use your cards however you can, and stay safe, please."

"You probably... won't survive, but if you do manage to, find a map and go to the castle in the sand, you'll find your next tape recorder there. But... be warned, there may be others."

Thankfully, the ocean lays quiet, and nothing interrupts the recording. But, the two do manage to find items near them. The large man manages to find... a set of tools, wrapped up in a small rag. These tools are of master quality, and are made for cutting things, and sharpening things. There are also some you might not recognize, but would be useful... somehow. The smoker manages to find... a wicked knife. The blade is almost eight inches long, and curls like it was made for gutting people. A quick stab would easily incapacitate anyone who crosses the owner. However, there is also a small bottle, the size of a perfume bottle, and contains a white liquid. Wonder what it could be?