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The Walking Dead: Los Angeles

Carlson grunts as he is helped up, and waves Zeke off. "I'm coming around, I think I can walk." He takes a couple steps away from Zeke, managing to move at a decent pace on his own.

Zeke lets go of him as he moves off, and turns back towards the house in time to hear a loud shotgun blast before Paul crashes through a front window. He lands hard on his back and lets out a huff of air. Zeke sprints over and grabs hold of the collar on his shirt and drags him along, as fast as he can, after Wayne.

It turns or not to be fast enough, however, as a walker manages to latch a hand to Paul's foot. Before Zeke can react, its teeth are deep into his leg, and he screams out in pain. "Oh god, I'm so sorry." Zeke says, and lets go unwillingly using Paul as a distraction. He catches up to Carlson, and helps him move faster, following Wayne.

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Zeke nods to Wayne as they shake hands. He looks back over his shoulder at the house. "Go ahead and grab it if you want, I guess. The two of us need to help the major here back to this Paul's place." He picks up his backpack, and bends down to help support Carlson. They begin walking down the street again, towards the safe house.

Paul leans over to Zeke as they walk. "What are you doing, man? That guy is crazy! We don't know who he is, what kind of man he is! Hell, it's not even your place to invite him to!"

Zeke quietly mutters back at him. "Listen. That guy doesn't seem all that incredibly stable. But who here is in a position to judge?. Yes, he's dirty and whatever, but what that indicates to me is that he can handle himself. I think it is best to try and keep him if not a friend, then at least a person. He's not the enemy."

Paul glares at him as they near the front of the house. "Fine. I don't like it, but I'll trust you. Maybe you're right."

Carlson suddenly jerks, and lifts his arm up, pointing ahead of him. Zeke looks up and sees a walker coming around the back corner of the wall. He gestures to Paul and lets go of Carlson. Paul whistles to him and tosses him am old, but sharp, hunting knife. "Quietly now. Don't want too much sound." Zeke nods as he catches it, and starts running up to the walker. He gives a grunt as he stabs it in the forehead, and his momentum knocks them both over. He groans as his face and torso is covered in old, rotting blood. He stands back up and forces the knife out of the walker's head.

He starts walking back to the others when he hears a crash and a scream come from inside the house. He quickly turns around again, and jumps over the corpse to round the corner. He sees a terrifying sight... Twenty, maybe thirty walkers, all moaning and shambling towards him. He curses under his breath and draws his M9. He takes aim at the nearest one, a close shot, maybe ten feet. He shoots twice, one in the body, one in the head. He turns back around and starts sprinting back to the others. He glances around and notices Carlson alone. Paul is gone. He turns to Wayne. "Where the hell did he go?"

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Zeke nods to the man and starts back the way he came. "Uh, yeah... We are lucky to be alive, honestly... Major Carlson over there is the pilot. He somehow was able to get us out of a stall and safely on the ground. We were indeed heading towards Pendleton. We were carrying supplies in from Oklahoma." He glances over to try and take stock of who he might be dealing with. He doesn't seem all that rational. He's scruffy and dirty... A survivor. Maybe someone like him will really have a shot at this. Zeke shakes his head as they approach Paul and Carlson out on the road. He sees the major sitting upright on his own, wincing with pain.

"Glad to see you finally awake, sir. How's the arm?"

Carlson glares at him. "It fucking hurts, what do you think?" He glances over at Wayne. "Who's this guy then?"

Zeke goes over to his backpack and pulls out a few bandages from the medical kit. "Some crazy guy wrestling with... What was it, a cougar? A tough son of a bitch." He gives Paul a nod and turns back to Wayne. He quickly wraps the bandages around his scratched arm, and secures them in place. "You never did say your name. I'm Zeke." He extends his hand out for a shake. "And you are?"

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They make it just past the house before they hear the yelling. Zeke glances around, looking for the source of the sound. "I think it came from around the other side." Paul points with his free hand. "Go, I will stay here with this guy."

Zeke nods to him and helps set Carlson down lightly. He slides his pack off and turns around, back the way they came. He starts running up the road towards the house, boots crunching on the gravel. He runs up the driveway to the house, taking his M9 in his hand. He reaches the front just as he hears a hollow thunk, and some sort of growling animal. He slows down a bit, advancing with the pistol up, ready for any surprises. He turns the corner, and sees a large bloody form laying on the ground, and a man pushing himself up from over it. He was bleeding from a couple scratches, but was otherwise unhurt.

Zeke glances down to the animal again, noticing that it's head is nearly caved in, and lowers his pistol. "Jesus Christ man, are you okay?" He takes a few steps closer as he holsters his gun. "Your arm. It's bleeding. I have some bandages in my backpack. Come on, it's just out by the road." He extends his arm to the man, offering his support.

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Zeke slowly opens his eyes to a scream. He jerks upright, instinctively grabbing for his pistol. He is immediately hit with an overwhelming wave of nausea, and rolls to his hands and knees to retch. He wipes his mouth and looks up to try and locate the source of the sounds. He notices a man near the cargo door of the plane, backpedaling wildly. The man trips backwards, and he shouts for help as a figure falls upon him. The screams intensify as the man's abdomen is ripped open. The undead body of Davis scoops out the man's intestines, and shoves them into his mouth as the screams die off.

"Oh my god!" Zeke shouts as he quickly stands up and unholsters his M9. The sound of his voice causes the corpse to turn its head towards him. It shambles back to its feet and starts to walk towards him. Zeke raises his hand and aims for center mass, taking three quick shots. Two of the bullets hit the mark, and the corpse falls over backwards. He eyes the fallen body warily as he endures another wave of nausea.

He notices movement out of the corner of his eye, and turns to Major Carlson. Carlson lets out a low groan and opens his eyes. He coughs, and tries to say something, but only lets out a whisper. Zeke stumbles over to him, giving him a quick once over, checking for injuries. He notices a deep cut in the major's left hand, and sees that his right arm is broken above the elbow. He turns his back to the walker he shot, and turns Carlson over to check his back for any more injuries.

He hears a rustling in the bushes in front of him, and looks up to see another man, holding an old shotgun up to him. "Get down!" He says, and Zeke puts his hands up. "Get the fuck down! Now!" Zeke slowly drops down to his hands and knees again, not wanting to anger his captor. The man blasts a round over Zeke's head, and he hears a thump behind him. Zeke turns his head around, noticing the corpse's hands only inches away from his back.

"What..? But I shot him. Twice!" He looks back up to the man, who steps around to look at the corpse. He grunts and turns back to Zeke, still hunched over Carlson.

"Sure, you shot him. You didn't kill him. You're military. You should know better than anyone to shoot them in the head." He slings the shotgun over his shoulder and bends down over the wounded major. "Here, move. I can bandage that hand. Find something to splint the arm in."

Zeke nods and gets to his feet, fighting another, yet lesser, wave of nausea. He turns to head back to the plane, but stops short when he notices the other dead man just outside the cargo door. "What about him?" He points to the body.

The man looks up to him, and his eyes follow Zeke's finger down to the body on the ground. "Shit, that's Tyler... I heard the screams. I just hoped it wasn't him... There's nothing to be done. We can't let him turn, like the others. Shoot him in the head, and be done with it... I never liked him much, but he doesn't deserve that fate..."

Zeke looks back, stunned, before taking out the pistol again. He tries not to think as he aims at Tyler's head, and pulls the trigger. He looks away quickly and forces himself to step over the body and into the plane. He undoes one of the straps on a pallet of supplies, and rummages through until he finds a small medical kit. He walks back over to the major and hands it to the man. "What's your name?"

He nods as he finishes bandaging Carlson's hand, and takes the kit. "This will do, thanks. My name is Paul." He opens the kit and takes out a malleable splint. He unrolls it and applies it to Carlson's broken arm. He stands up, and looks back to Zeke. "What's you guys' names then? What happened?"

"I'm Zeke, that's Major Carlson. Our copilot... Turned, I guess, and attacked Davis here. Carlson managed to shoot him, but we stalled out in the confusion."

Paul looks around, suddenly aware of the danger they might be in. "Alright, we need to get out of here. All this gunfire, not to mention your fucking crash landing, made a lot of noise. It'll attract more of them."

Zeke nods and swings his backpack over his shoulders. He bends down and, with the help from Paul, supports Carlson to his feet. "Where are we going then? We were flying those supplies into camp Pendleton."

Paul grunts as they start moving forward. "There are a couple of people I met up with. We're holed up in a house not too far from here. We were going to try going on foot to Pendleton ourselves, but got caught up." He starts leading them along, making decent progress with a half-conscious man between them. They make it to a road not far from the crash, and start moving along it.

"How far away is this hole up site then?" Zeke asks.

"Oh, not far. I'd say we're about halfway there already."

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I always love first posts on a story

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Hey, Dunn, wake up back there. We're nearly there."

Groggily wiping his eyes, Zeke pushes himself up off the cargo seat of the C-130 and stretches his back. He flips down the microphone on his headset. "Yeah yeah, I'm up." He stumbles over to the first pallet of supplies, checking the straps and chains for landing. "I really wish we knew what was going on. I mean Christ, we've been flying people and supplies around for nearly the past week nonstop." He goes on to inspect the other three pallets. "Descent checks complete, I'm going back to sleep."

The voice of Davis, the flight engineer, buzzes in his ear. "Alright, cool. But check in on the co first, he's been in the lav for a really long time. I'm a bit worried for him."

"Heh, he probably fell asleep in there, I'll get him." Swinging himself back around the pallets, Zeke walks towards the lavatory at the front of the plane. He knocks lightly on the door as he glances out of the cockpit. "Hey, Cap'n Brown, come on we're starting our approach." Getting no reply, he eases the lock open and glances inside. "Hey, you alright?" He sees the man slumped over the toilet, not moving. Zeke goes up to him and shakes his shoulder gently. "Sir, wake up." He doesn't feel any movement under his hand. He reaches around to touch the a captain's forehead. It was ice cold. He quickly feels his neck, trying to get a pulse. "Holy shit. Guys, Brown is dead." He walks backwards out of the lav and towards the rear of the plane in shock.

"What do you mean, dead?" Davis gets up from his station and looks through the door. He also goes up to him and checks for a pulse. "What the fuck happened?" He stumbles back to his station, and sits down heavily. "We have to call someone..."

Major Carlson, ever practical, reaches over and clicks the radio on. "I'm on it." A faint noise comes from behind him, and he turns to look. "Nice try guys, Brown's right here." He clicks the radio off again. He watches as Brown grabs onto Davis' seat, bends down, and sinks his teeth into Davis' neck. He reacts with horror as he listens to the desperate screams. "Brown what the fuck?!" He scrambles for his pistol, and points it directly at Brown, who looks up and grabs for Carlson's arm as he takes aim.

Zeke turns as he hears three blasts of gunfire. He rushes back up into the cockpit as Brown's body falls to the side. He takes a quick look at Davis, who has already gone still, dead. "What the fuck happened?!" He looks at the pilot for an answer.

"I don't know, I don't know! He came and just ripped his throat out!" He gestures to the body on the floor before turning back to the controls. "Oh, shit, we're losing airspeed. We're about to stall out." He looks down the throttle and notices them turned all the way down. He must have hit them in his panic for the gun. "Hurry, strap yourself in!"

Zeke dashes back to his seat as he starts to feel the plane falling out of the air. He buckles himself into the seat and prepares for a crash landing. The warning bells soon come on over the intercom, and he braces himself for impact. Five seconds later, the plane hits the ground. It seems like an eternity of screeching metal and smashing of trees into the fuselage. It was over almost as quickly as it started, though. Zeke opens his eyes, and is instantly hit with a painful light coming from the destroyed cargo door. He feels weightless as strong hands tug him out of his seat. He manages to snag his backpack as he is helped out of the plane. He is hit with a sudden rush of adrenaline as he realizes that he's still alive. He looks up at the battered face of Major Carlson. "You got us through..."

Carlson glances down before collapsing to the ground. "Yeah, I guess I did... I was able to level out right before we hit. We skidded to a stop. Last I was able to make out, we're about 30 or so miles north of Pendleton. Maybe more..." He closes his eyes as he loses consciousness. Zeke drags himself up to his feet and takes a few extra steps before passing out himself.

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I'm certainly excited to get this one started.

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Name: Ezekiel (Zeke) Dunn

Age: 21

Appearance: Ezekiel has what most would say are average features. He is clean shaven, has a bit of an overbite, with short, dark blonde hair, and hazel eyes. He stands at just under 6'1, and around 155 pounds. He has narrow shoulders and is not very muscular, but has more of a runner's build, and he is actually quite skinny for his height. He has no tattoos or piercings, and not a lot of other identifying features. He is wearing an oil-stained flight suit/boots/gloves, and a worn web-belt.

Gender: Male

Family: Zeke has always been close to his mother's side family, ever since she took him to a family reunion. He currently has a sister in Colorado and a couple of relatives in northern California, but the vast majority of family still lives in a small town in west Texas. His father had passed away a year ago, and he had lost contact with that side of the family.

Personality: Zeke had always been a kind of person to simply enjoy life. He likes the little things, and tries to take time to get the most out of everything he can. He is mostly a loner, and tends to be withdrawn around people he doesn't really know. Once he opens up, however, he can be quite talkative, especially when in a discussion about certain topics. Generally, he is very calm and reserved, and thinks before acting. He is not much of a leader, however he will do his best if a situation demands it.

Bio: Ezekiel was born to Jina and Darrell Dunn in Humble, Texas. He moved around a lot as a child, and never had a whole lot of opportunities to make a ton of friends. He mostly identifies with being from Chicago, although he also might flaunt his Texan birthplace. His father was in the FAA for most of his life, and loved to take him to see all of the airplanes and helicopters that he would work with constantly. Zeke learned to love the skies at a very young age, and had the chance to go on plane rides quite often. He lived a normal kids life, with no real issues at home or school. He made a few life long friends along the way, and stays in close contact with them whenever he can.

Zeke was never much of one for school or studying. He barely made it through high school, though not through a lack of intelligence. School never really interested him, and so he never really applied himself to it. After he graduated, he gladly enlisted in the US Air Force as a loadmaster. He always knew that he would join the military, and the air force was the perfect lifestyle for him. He passed through basic training with ease, and went quickly through his technical training. He was assigned to C-130s, and performed airlifts and cargo transport around the world for two years.

Once the outbreak occurred, Zeke's airlift squadron was tasked to fly out desperately needed supplies to LA, and to try to evacuate as many people as possible. The first few flights were uneventful...

Job Before The Outbreak: United States Air Force Loadmaster

Disability/Fear: Fear of insects, especially spiders. Nearly debilitating fear of being alone in darkness. A general minor paranoia in most cases.

Weapon of Choice: Military issue M9, with web-belt holster and attachments. General flight gear.

Also, terminus.