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Tom ran through the girl's words several times in his head. It couldn't be possible. Awhile ago he was relaxed at home with almost no worries, and now suddenly he needs to keep looking over his shoulder or else he'll be dead. When it all dawned on him, he felt heated up. The new reality was so heavy that it wore him down immediately. The girl seemed determined. Tom worried that she'll abandon him the moment he slows her down.

Up ahead, the figure of the rest station caught his attention.

"There!" he pointed out to her.

Tom glanced behind them and saw the people running for their lives, some fighting for it. When he turned away, he noticed a flicker of movement beside him. An older man was reaching out to him, and one of the dead ones had its teeth on his shoulder. The man cried out before dropping on the ground like a doll, and the dead advanced on Tom. He became alert, and rammed the golf stick on the dead's chest. The hit made it stagger, but it stood as if it didn't feel a thing. He took another swing at the thing's jaw. Blood flew from its mouth, but still it moved. Tom aimed for the brain, swinging with all his arm power. He heard a crack, and it finally went down with the head almost fallen off the neck. Just think of it like golf, he thought to himself. Just so much more disgusting.
Tom was staring at awe at the horde that was approaching them. For a second, he forgot to move again. Then he realized someone was speaking towards him. He immediately turned to the voice to see a white-haired girl. Although she wasn't familiar at all, he didn't think, and started running after her. He figured he needed some company for now if he wanted to be one of the living left in here.

I need to stop spacing out. Especially now.

Ahead of them, he could see a boy holding swords. What the fuck? In a moment, one sword was already inside another man's head.

"What about those people..." Tom stammered, taking a glance to the people who were way behind them, just in time to see a woman getting bitten down by an undead.
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Tom was still sprinting when something in front of him caught his eye. Immediately, he was too shocked to move, and he wildly stared at what was happening in front of him. His 11 year-old brother was sprawled on the sidewalk with a trail of blood that showed his body was dragged from the middle of the street. The little boy's eyes were lifeless, as if gazing up to the sky. Then there was Tom's father, crouched over Troy while screaming out for help.

"Dad?" Tom choked out, stepping closer.

His father spun to look at him in surprise, and then relief. But in that second, something happened. Troy moved. In a moment, the boy's teeth have already sunken into his father's shoulder. Tom watched, every part of him paralyzed that he wasn't capable of even yelling. He got himself to look at his brother, and it dawned on him. His fingers wrapped tight around the golf club. It felt heavier than it should be when he went forward and raised it.

With a loud, terrified yell, he swung down. On Troy. It hit his chest, but he still managed to move. Tom closed his eyes and took another swing. And another. And another. He felt the blood that splatted on his arms. When he opened his eyes, Troy's head was a mess on the concrete. He realized his father was screaming again. The man tried to hit Tom in rage, but he was still weak from the bite. Tom took advantage and banged his father's head with the end of the club. He didn't pass out, but fell to the ground.

"Bye," Tom whispered, before running off to the highway.

Soon, he slowed down to a walk and saw the police blocking the way to check every single person. He stood still, watching as one man gets shot down, and he saw it again - the man was back up, and attacked a cop. Tom started to walk again when a cop stopped him. "GET IN YOUR CARS!"
Name: Casper Azarov
Age: 17
Nickname: Cas
Clique: Outcast, but leaning to the hipsters
Appearance:


Personality: Casper doesn't approach others too much. He doesn't seem to care about school and grades, and barely talks to the other students. Although he is quiet, a lot of things go through his mind when he's focused on something. To others, he only acts carelessly and keeps an apathetic, or sometimes irritated expression so that they'll just avoid him.
Crush: TBA
Relationship Status: Single
Hobbies/Interest: Drawing, walking around, exploring
Short Bio: Casper was adopted on the day he was born. He grew up assuming that the woman who raised him was his mother. But at around the age of 12, he learned the truth after finding old documents by accident, although he chose not to mention it. When he was older, he tried to find his real parents through research, but always failed. When he was 15, he had a secret relationship with a childhood friend, but they broke up when there were rumors of him using drugs and smoking cigarettes. At school, Casper rarely listens in class and instead stays in the very back to doodle. Sometimes, he prefers to cut class and just walk away from the school. His teachers started to show concern for his grades and required him to attend remedial classes after school.
Other:
Tom was at home when the chaos began. Unfortunately for him, home meant the very top of a 28-storey tower. And to make the situation worse, every single person below them was scrambling to leave the building. All the ten elevators will not be enough for everyone to get out immediately, and the fire exits started getting crowded. He stood just by the elevator doors, waiting for his brother and father to show up. After a while, he started doubting that his father even had the intention to come back for them, and he knew that with that man, it was possible. His father must have also convinced little Troy to abandon him so they can run off without having to go through the trouble of taking Tom with them. He took a breath and went off to the office. Inside, there were a set of monitors showing the feeds from the cameras around the building. Most of the higher floors were deserted, but the lower floors were overcrowded. There was almost no more space between the workers trying to leave. The fire exits were jammed. Tom figured it would take more than an hour before everyone was out, and he was at the very back of the line. Even when he would take the exclusive elevator, he'd still get stuck in that crowd. The only other way out would be through the windows, but everything from the first floor to the seventh was bulletproof. The jump would kill him if he tried. So he sat there, helpless, watching the panic going on downstairs. After thirty minutes of staring at the monitors, the third floor was already empty. Tom went to the window to see the heavy traffic, that the cars weren't even moving anymore. Citizens ran carrying huge bags. Store windows were smashed in. Somewhere farther, thick black smoke rose from a structure. Bad things were happening all at once, and where was the people in charge?

After seeing the situation, Tom rushed to his father's room. He knew where the pistol was hidden. Seeing the briefcase was still there, he was able to take a breath of relief. He grabbed the gun, but it only had a few ammo inside. Next, he ran to get a backpack and filled it with essentials. One black hoodie, an extra shirt, a water bottle, a flashlight, a lighter, and some cash. The last thing Tom grabbed was a golf club in his father's kit. For bad situations. He decided he'll get more stuff when he's out of here. He made his way to the elevator. In less than a minute, he was on the lowest floor. It was spacier now, and he struggled to squeeze through the crowd. He desperately got to the doors by shoving some people off his path. A few of them must have recognized him as the boss' son, and reacted by yelling and cursing at him from the crowd. He was already outside, but took one glance behind him to see some familiar faces of some adults who were nice and polite to him before this. But he bottled up the guilt that he felt and joined those who were outside. It was worse than he expected. In fact, his view awhile ago now seemed peaceful compared to what he was witnessing now. A lot of people were on foot too, since the cars weren't moving. They were headed to the highway. So Tom also ran.
Name: Tomlin Azarov
Age: 18
Occupation before the turn: Part-time coffeeshop barista
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Personality: Tom is silent most of the time, but likes the company of other people. He doesn't mention it nor lets it show, but he gets attached to others too quickly, and gives his trust away too easily. Usually he seems positive and acts as if he is unaffected whenever something bad happens or when someone tells him something hurtful, but when he gives in to his emotions, he's tempted to become violent.

History: Since his mother died in a house fire that he accidentally caused when he was very young, Tom lived with only his little brother and father in the city, on top of an office tower that they owned. Life seemed great and luxurious, but every night, his father comes home drunk (probably on drugs as well), and yells at Tom about his mother while trying to beat him up. As a teenager, he learned to stay away from home most of the time and instead exploring on the streets with friends. In high school, he had his first girlfriend and they lasted 2 years. It ended when the girl tragically died in a car accident when her taxi got hit by a bus in an intersection. After that incident, he experienced depression, and feared that everyone he grew close to would disappear. He got better after almost 2 years, but he always sticks with his friends, paranoid about how things could go wrong any moment. Because of that, he became more quiet as he is always busy paying attention to every detail instead. He was supposed to graduate from high school in a few months, until the outbreak began.
I'm up for any of those two, sounds cool
Sorry I just started in pre-college plus other stuff and got too busy. Just realized what happened IC but ok I guess I'll just drop since I can't get online too much anymore bye guyss
What'd I miss??
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