Jambo1117

The Host OOC

John got out the car too, this obviously wasn't a seeker. It's out of the ordinary for a seeker, right? He thought to himself, as he headed over. "She's human" John confirmed, smiling. It was always a good feeling to find another, knowing that there was more out there, and the souls hadn't conquered the whole world just yet. Then he snapped back to reality "Water" he said, loudly, as he realised she was probably thirsty from whatever hell she had just walked through. John jogged back to his car, grabbing a un-opened bottle. "Here.." He said, opening and offering it to the girl.

Framed (Jakeozzy & Jambo1117)

"Our own guys did this?" Marcus asked, confused. "Shit, erm.. Okay. We'll tell them what happened. Call it in. I'll submit my side arm, they'll know I didn't shoot our leader" Marcus said, not really having faith that they would believe them, but he guessed the truth would come out. That they would be in the clear. He clicked on his ear piece. "Hello, does anybody copy? Agent Marcus on the line, assigned to President detail. The POTUS is down. I repeat. POTUS has been killed. Send in backup to the oval office, ASAP" Marcus reported over the SS lines of communication. "Done. Now we wait"

Living in a Dead World [Jake n' Jambo!]

"Just a group of survivors, who we shouldn't be letting survive. We're heading out there, to deal with them. But if those biters deal with them first, saves us the job" Dave smiled, as Matt joined him. "Pack light, we'll be in and out. Clean sweep, and try to take out the survivors with the biters. 2 in 1" Dave smiled, as he grabbed his gear and headed out of their safe heaven. Heading towards the location sent to his GPS phone.

Framed (Jakeozzy & Jambo1117)

Marcus, a former, and highly decorated U.S Navy Seal. Was tasked with one job, and one only. To keep the President of the United States alive. He failed, and he wasn't used to failing. He was used to winning. So, when he awoke to a room, filled with blood, and his colleagues, he knew it was looking bad, he aimed his pistol at the only other Agent in the room. "What the hell happened here? My head.. I think somebody knocked me out" Marcus said, rubbing his sore head. The dead President caught his attention next, and Marcus immediately lowered his pistol, and checked for a pulse. "Mr President, can you hear me?!" He shouted, pushing him off his chair and performing CPR. No good. The President had been filled with bullets, and there was no return. The Secret service radio buzzed to life. Reporting rouge Agents within the White house.

"We have a problem"

Framed (Jakeozzy & Jambo1117)

The tale of two Secret Service Agents, and their betrayal.

Living in a Dead World [Jake n' Jambo!]

"You two still alive?" Dave asked, as he jumped from sitting on a crate full of ammo. They were all special forces here, bar the one Civilian. Dave had his one mission, and that was of a cover-up nature. He realised he was also expendable too, but they paid handsomely for this mission. "You made those things angry, no? I'm about to go out. Heard there's a group on the radio, calling for help. I'm going to help" He smiled, grabbing a rifle. "Anybody coming?"

James smiled at Sarah. "Not all bad, huh?" He smiled again. His hand brushed against hers, before he took hers in his own.

Simon nodded at Jake, and took a hold of the Tomahawk. "Quick and quiet" He said, as he re-affirmed his grip on the weapon. He headed towards the Gas station, carefully not to spook and attract the attention of the biters.

Nine watched the passing of the weapon, and then turned to Zoey. They have a plan forming, he said through his mind to her. Nine let the rifle drop to his hip, held by strap. He then picked up a baseball bat, left by an abandoned car. Shall we join them? He asked through his mind again.

The Host OOC

"Teach us how to take you out safely? Out? Like out the body, out the person? There's an actual way to do that? I mean, we've tried, but failed. So if there's a way, you need to tell me, or us" John said, as he turned around to face her for a second, and then returned to the road. Where he spotted boots just by the side of the road. John stopped the car. "Do Seekers leave boots lying around? Perhaps it's best if you go look. A Seeker wouldn't take another seeker"

The Host OOC

You're more than welcome in this ! :)

The Host OOC

"Be nice? I can handle that" John smiled. "Thanks, though. I appreciate the help. It'll come in handy when we meet your fellow seekers. I've known people who've been taken or occupied or whatever you call it. They aren't themselves no more, and that ins't going to become me"

The Host OOC

"You're too kind, for little in return. I'll try and get the others to be more accepting of you. After all, we can't just stop being human. Stop being ourselves" John said as he turned his attention back to the road. "Speed limits huh? Never thought of that, thanks. What else should I be aware of? Don't want to stand out. Teach us how to blend in with you seekers, and then we'll stand a greater chance"