Zeldabit

Last Man Standing

Again, Liam's ears rang as he listened to the woman's quiet yet somehow firm voice that threw words out like a machine gun. Liam knew what it was like to be so afraid in the presence of another person that you stumbled and fell over your own tongue, so he mercifully lowered his revolver and motioned for his brother to do the same. The woman stood there with her hands raised almost half-heartedly. The thought had crossed his mind before he'd lowered his weapon that maybe this woman had either ran his family out and/or killed them, but as he studied her more and listened to her voice, he completely ruled out that possibility.

"Look," he sighed, though still holding tight to his weapon. "You're in my family's house. Me and my brother have been in North Carolina for the past year or so, but the last month we made the trip over here on foot to try to find them." He paused, unsure of where he was going with this. "How- How long have you been here? Have you seen them?"

There was something close to desperation in his tone and expression. Isaac looked back at him with a questioning look, as if asking him why he was showing such weakness to a stranger. Liam didn't think this woman was a threat, and he sure didn't care if she thought he was weak or not, because he could prove her otherwise. Though he'd realized he'd sort of rambled because he'd gotten eager to share his story and try to find his family, he didn't think that would alter his chances of getting information from her.

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The air around them was filled with tension. Isaac moved carefully and slowly to sit himself in the chair across from Liam, who continued to do nothing more than stare at the floor. They sat in silence for only a brief minute, and then Liam's ears seemed to ring as he heard a very faint sound of footsteps and floor creaking. Instantly, his senses sharpened and he looked up and around with caution. He strained his ears to hear, and definitely could hear someone walking across the second-story floor. He gave Isaac a questioning look, and his brother nodded in confirmation that he, too, heard the noise.

Liam reached for his revolver while Isaac got up to retrieve his shotgun from beside the front door. Within the minute that Liam had readied his weapon and Isaac had gotten his, a young woman stepped from behind the wall that seemed to shield the staircase. Liam pointed his revolver at her, finger off the trigger, and saw Isaac do the same. She didn't seem to be a threat, and her voice was groggy and almost shy.

"Hi," Liam barked. "What the hell are you doing in our house?"

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Music was constantly playing inside of Liam's head. Ever since his iPod had died just three months into electricity becoming a thing of the past, he felt like he might go insane. Music was what kept him sane. Now, he was missing it during a time he needed it the most. Liam was a boy scout until he was too old to go back, so he had the basics of wilderness survival drilled into his memory. He didn't expect to last as long as he and his brother had, though. They weren't exactly unhealthy men, but surviving pretty much on your own during an apocalypse was harder than it looked in the movies. Liam was a marathon runner in the past, but sometimes they ran from zombies so long that the next day his legs would be on fire. He couldn't imagine what Isaac's body was going through, since the poor kid was a stoner who worked in retail before shit hit the fan. They knew they weren't the only survivors because they'd both gotten glimpses of their neighbors going in and out of houses and stores. Everyone around the neighborhood seemed to be thinking of each other, always only taking what they needed and nothing more. Isaac told Liam about an encounter with one of their Asian neighbors, who informed him that he was planning to take his family north to find refuge states.

It was then that the idea sparked that the brothers should make their way toward Tennessee to try to reunite with their parents and other brothers. Liam bitterly thought what use they could have made of a GPS or phone for directions in a time like this. However, the route wasn't completely unfamiliar because they'd had to travel to their current apartment somehow. Blind as to how long it would take them to reach Nashville, Liam and Isaac readied four backpacks full of two-liter sodas, plastic cups, canned foods, a tinderbox, some matches and lighters, bottled waters, stale breads and bags of chips, and prepared to leave for their "road trip," as they called it. The only weapons they had were Liam's revolver and pocket knife, and Isaac's shotgun. Their survival had mostly been ensured through evading the un-dead.

Upon their arrival in Nashville, the two came upon a weapons shop which was, as expected, already broken into and looted. Still, they entered with the intent to take whatever they could find. All of the guns and most of the knives had already been taken, leaving a few small pocket knives behind. Isaac scanned through the ammunition and managed to acquire a bit more for his shotgun and Liam's revolver. They settled with the thought that they were lucky to receive that, and left it alone. They pursued further, making their way to their childhood home. Devastation seeped in once they found it abandoned, not a single soul in sight. From across the street, the blinds in the window of one house were pulled down, and a pair of eyes peered at them suspiciously. Within the second, the same set of eyes disappeared. Liam looked at Isaac, who shrugged and shook his head.

Sighing, Liam sat the two backpacks, now almost empty, on the floor in front of their father's favorite reclining chair, which had a camouflage design underneath a folded, black blanket. He recalled how the door had been unlocked when they got there, and came to the conclusion that their parents and brothers must have fled. That was all he wanted to conclude. Dropping down onto the couch with another heavy sigh, Liam looked at Isaac and said, "What do we do now?"

"Awh, man...I dunno," his brother said dejectedly, kicking an invisible rock in front of his foot. "What can we do?"

Liam stared at the floor in front of him and shook his head, obviously exhausted both physically and mentally. "This whole thing's just unreal," he muttered. "We should have never moved. We shouldn't have."

He shook his head again and placed his hands in his lap, longing to be able to turn the T.V. on and drown himself in cartoons. His hands itched to tap away at his phone, blabbering to his friends on social media. Living without technology was honestly killing him, and there were many moments when he wished it had never existed in the first place.

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Liam (24):

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Basics
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Name: Liam R. Gray

Age: 24

Birthday: September 28th, 1988

Gender: Male

Personality: Liam excites easily when making a new friend, especially after being alone for a while. Sometimes, he talks too fast to understand. Overall, he's an extrovert. During serious and stressful situations, he's calm and collected, thinking over every word and move.

Notable traits: Strong (buff), charismatic.

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Appearance
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General: He is well-built with defined muscular features.

Skin tone: Medium tanned.

Hair color: Medium brown

Eye color: Blue

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 193lbs

Other: N/A

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Miscellaneous
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Biography: In his childhood before high school, Liam was a highly intelligent introvert. He aced all of his classes while keeping to himself, never seeming to talk to any of his classmates. He was bullied until he entered eighth grade, where he got into a fist fight with one of his tormentors, thus changing his reputation and his view on himself.

When Liam entered high school, he joined the football team and earned himself a considerable amount of friends. Throughout the four years he was in high school, he maintained a 3.9 GPA, and went through two serious girlfriends. He graduated with honors and went on to receive his associate's degree in science and a certification in EMT training.

Liam's mother and father, Melissa and Robert Gray, would note that Liam is exceptionally loyal and a hard worker. Melissa ran a floral shop, while Robert worked in construction while simultaneously running a farm. Liam and his three brothers, Isaac, Robert Jr., and Thomas, would often help out on the farm whenever summer would come around. Other times, they would run errands for their mother or wrestle with each other.

In the summer of 2010, Liam left his home in Nashville, Tennessee with his younger brother, Thomas. They became room-mates in an apartment in Charleston, North Carolina, soon before the infection started spreading in the state. Since becoming surrounded and cut off from civilization due to the virus, they have been heading back toward Nashville on foot to try to reunite with their parents and brothers.

Living relatives: Isaac P. Gray, brother.

Other: Liam practices MMA, winning a local tournament in the winter of 2007. He also finished fourth place during a marathon in the summer of 2009.

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A brief history.

During the winter of 2011, hospitals in southeastern America became flooded with patients who complained of migraines, dizziness, and vomiting. Most of these patients were sent away with prescriptions to ease symptoms of stomach viruses and vertigo. However, as days passed by and more citizens became ill, the conditions worsened to vomiting blood, severe nosebleeds, fatigue, weakness, and in some cases, death. The first report of a "zombie" came in the early spring from Charleston, North Carolina. A man burst into the emergency room with his wife in his arms, claiming that she had spluttered up blood and then stopped breathing. The woman was soon after proclaimed dead. Thirty-five hours later, while being worked on in the morgue, she was reported to have risen from the dead and sank her teeth into a worker's shoulder, tearing a large portion of his skin and muscle off.

This triggered a series of zombie-like reports, and soon the nation spiraled into panicked chaos.

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Basics
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Name: Richard "Grant" Hiro

Age: 17

Birthday: July 21st

Gender: Male

Personality: Seems to get off on angst and his own suffering. He likes the destruction of others who have done wrong, almost a little too much. He's quick to anger and holds a lot of grudges. However, if you're someone he likes, he's a huge dork baby.

Notable traits: Hot-headed; prankster; self-deprecating.

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Appearance
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General: Grant is short for his age, and borderline underweight despite eating like a pig.

Skin tone: Light tan.

Hair color: Pure white.

Eye color: Dark blue.

Height: 5'3"

Weight: 96lbs

Other: Remarkably smooth skin.

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Biography: Grant is the son of the infamous villains, Hayley "Rogue" Starbach and Mitchell "Poison" Starbach. Having been a victim to some of the couple's wrongdoings, when Grant's parents were killed around the time he turned thirteen years old, he changed his own last name to Hiro and sought help from a well-known hero called Volt Girl. Through her, Grant unveiled his own control over electricity and learned how to manage it and use it for good. Volt Girl, on Grant's sixteenth birthday, went missing and has not been seen since, leaving Grant to help protect citizens in her place.

Talents/Powers: Control over electricity

Living relatives: None

Other: N/A

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Marcia Hernandez, better known by the city's people as Volt Girl, had no desire to hide her identity or where she lived. Even as such, most people left her alone and didn't crowd outside of her apartment like madmen. Her career hadn't long since started, and the dangers of being so open with her identity hadn't yet sunk in. Often times, people would donate things to her, including money and furniture. She enjoyed living a lavish life of never having to do more than occasionally fight crime alongside two other superheroes who had taken caution and hidden their identity. Because of her appearance and figure, she was adored, more so than her comrades.

One day soon after successfully annihilating two well-known villains by the names of Rogue and Poison, a young boy stood at her door, buzzing the doorbell. He claimed his name was Grant Hiro, and that his parents had been killed in a car accident a year ago. He showed her his control over electricity, being able to shoot bolts from his hands, among other things. He asked to be her apprentice. With a smug grin on her face, she agreed.

Some two years later, Grant awoke one morning to find himself alone in the apartment. He searched everywhere for Volt Girl to no avail. So, the only thing left to do was wait. He waited a full year before he decided that Volt Girl would not be returning. As such, he felt an obligation to take her place.

Thus, another super boring tale about an orphaned hero was born.