[IC] Z-Land

[Keepers]

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For a place once filled with laughter and joy, the boardwalk had been eerily silent throughout the morning. No screeching birds nor the moans of a walking corpse dared break the silence that befell the beachside properties. Were it any other day, Hazuki would've been unerved by the deafening quiet in the streets a few floors down from the apartments the group she was with had sheltered in. But now, she simply just appreciated the breather; to not hear the groans of the dead eager to rip her apart.

Hazuki leaned against a balcony railing, watching the sun rise from the eastern coast beyond the boardwalk—something she rarely was able to do these days. A part of her yearned for a hot cup of coffee, but it seemed such a luxury had become hard to come by in the apocalypse. A shame, she thought. It would've added the perfect touch to her rare peaceful morning. Perhaps there was still some in the nearby hotel lobbies, or maybe somewhere in the businesses or offices they had yet to check for supplies. Staying energized when the dead are trying their damnedest to eat you was important, after all.

BANG! BANG BANG!

Seemingly on queue, however, the calm stillness suddenly broke, shattering her carefree sunrise dreams and shocking Hazuki back into real life. The thunderous sound of gunfire erupted throughout the beachside streets, only to be quickly followed by shouting and pained screams for help. Someone had foolishly riled up the dead from their slumber, and by the sound of it, was paying the price for their actions.

"Please, stop..."

Hazuki mumbled, begging the dead to stop their murderous rampage as she slid down against the balcony wall. She knew full well that her prayers would fall on the deaf ears of the dead, yet even then Hazuki yearned to not be a witness to another person being cannibalized by the undead.

"Just stop..."

[Eviledd1984]

Miguel Trejo

Miguel was crouching and moving between the aisle of the grocery store. He was there to try and salvage some canned food. There was not a lot of fresh food that was being produced ever since the start of the infection. Although he had seen small communities that have been starting to farm produce and animal products. There were a few shamblers walking around the grocery store. So Miguel was keeping low towards the ground so he would not be spotted. Stopped at the canned food and soup aisle. Grabbing as many cans as he could and stuffed them into his backpack.

His focus was broken when he heard a noise down the aisle. His head turned to his left to see a zombie at the end. It didn’t seem to notice him initially, but it slowly started coming toward Miguel. Letting out a low rumbling groan from its mouth. Quickly stood up on his feet and started running towards the entrance. Not noticing the shambler that was standing a few feet from where he was running. He could feel it gripping his shoulder. He had to act quickly or he would get bitten. Using one hand to hold push the zombie away, while reaching for his trench knife.

The zombie kept trying to bite him, but Miguel quickly stabbed the creature in the head with his knife. The undead fell to the side with a soft thud. Miguel pulled out the trench knife, looking saddened that he had taken another life. Even though they are undead and want to kill him, he felt no pleasure in killing them. Saying a quick prayer for the fallen person before heading out. The next location he plans on going to is the hardware store. He needed to pick up some more tools and weapons.

There was more of the undead outside, so he would have to be careful when heading towards the hardware store. But Miguel was more than prepared for the hardships of the apocalypse.

[Theyra]

Issac bin Kamaal

"Poor guy," Issac said out of pity for the dead body that was in front of him on a messy bed. This guy had a good setup, a room on the third floor of a hotel, and for the most part, the hotel was clear of undead. Lucky for this guy and Issac did notice what looked like a makeshift firepit with some bodies in it near the entrance to the hotel. Must have been this guy's work and a good feat to last this long.

But unlucky for this man, as Issac can clearly see, what looked like a bite mark on the man's arm and a bullet hole in his head. He could not find a gun some he figured that he was with someone and they must have done it after the man got bitten. Or someone had already looted this place after the fact. It must have been some time ago since Issac could not find any sign of another person in this hotel, so they must have left a while ago. Either way, there might still be something here, even if he felt bad about looting fellow survivors. Even if they are dead but, he needs to survive, and maybe there is something here that these people missed or left behind.

So Issac went about searching the room for anything of value, and after some time. He found something good, food. In the bottom of a box of opened cans, there were still two unopened cans, and Issac checked if they were still good, just in case. They were, so he put them in his backpack and continued his search. In the end, he found nothing else but some coffee packets. Whoever lived here or been here picked the place clean and apparently did not like coffee. At least they missed the two cans.

So after one last search, Issac called it quits and went about leaving the hotel. He did not find much, but he did find something to keep the group going. Now Issac carefully made his way out of the hotel and to the city proper. Though the hotel was clear of undead, the city was not. Luck was both on and not on his side, especially for that dead man he found. Time to see if his second stop will bear fruit, and Issac went out into the city. He has lasted this long, and he is keen on keeping it that way. More so now, after finding this new group and time to see if this trip is worth it or not.

[Eviledd1984]

Miguel Trejo

Miguel carefully made his way toward the hardware store a few blocks away. It was going to be quite a track to get there. And there was a change it would be overrun with zombies like with the grocery store. While travelling towards the hardware store he noticed a car driving in the other direction. He had quickly hidden behind some trees, not wanting to be seen. He had a few issues in the past couple of weeks when it came to other survivors. Most of them would rather spend time trying to kill him than work together. Although there have been times were he has met a good natured survivor. But really that was a rare occurrence.

The priest was quite opportunistic despite the fact that most people he met were trying to kill him. The trip to the hardware store was quite uneventful, he always had to be careful travelling to and from somewhere. He did not want to be seen and chased by the undead. Entering through the back where trucks would unload the store’s product. While moving from the lights and appliances, he made his way toward the tool aisle. But before he could do that he noticed some other survivors walking around. Or perhaps they could be shamblers. But they seemed ot notice him before Miguel could realize what was going on.

“Hi boys, I found another one. Go get 'em.” One of them yelled out which made the others run after him. Miguel started running from the tool aisle toward the paint aisle.