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It was a gloomy day. then again, it was always a gloomy day anymore. the sun hadn't been out in six years. The guide was tired. he had taken five people across that day alone. he told himself "just this last guy, then you can make a beeline home." He pushed on, with the terrified man in tow. this man didn't know if he was being rescued or not. the guide didn't talk. he preferred it that way. He heard from behind him "Were are you taking me?" the voice trembled with the fear of death. normally, the guide would just keep going, but he was at his wits end that day. he stopped. "Someplace safe. now quiet" That shut the guy op for the rest of the trip. There weren't many zombies out today. only a few here and there. this was troubling. it usually meant that someone didn't make it to quarantine. this saddened the guide, but he could worry about it now. he would get up early tomorrow and scout it out. for now, he had to get this guy to safety. the trip was fairly smooth, and the guy got there no problem. when he was about to enter, he turned to thank the guide, but he was already gone.

Edited September 20, 201411 yr by TheGuide

"Hahaha go to hell!" The scream could be heard far and wide as Nash continuously kept punching a zombie far beyond the point of almost grinding the fiend to a mushy pulp. He noticed a fiev more and just smiled sadistically. This was a slow day for him the quarantine is close but he wasn't even close to satisfied with the amount of killing. There were four right in front two on his left and one behind.

"Lets get this party started." He said to himself and recklessly charged towards the one closest to him. He let out a almost maniacal laugh when he felt his fist connect with the zombies head. His blow was extraordinary to the point of ripping of the creatures head. It was a pleasant  feeling seeing the head fly away even better was what he did next. He got the force from almost literally throwing his weight around meaning he was falling face forward towards the ground. It was the ideal position for him. He landed on his hands and as if he was break dancing managing to pull of yet another killing hit. The third one was coming and another from the back. His response was getting back on his feet  and using the body of one of the two he killed earlier as a baseball bat. Swinging the weight another went down four more to go.

"DIE!" He screamed in something akin to pure rage once more using his weight to punch another one. This time his fist went through the undead ... thing. another punch killed it. Now he was in a frenzy as he laid down a barrage of hits on the closest one almost instantly killing it. Two more ...

on his way back, the guide heard somebody screaming. he grabbed his gun, and ducked behind a tree. he peeked around to see what was wrong. he he actually saw was somebody going toe-to-toe with a pack of zombies. he considered helping, but instead, he let the fight continue. he looked like he could handle himself.

Elle stood just outside the forest. She glanced at the red beat up watch wrapped around her wrist. The man she was supposed to guide through the forest had failed to show. She sighed and looked out over the horizon, nothing. Elle figured the guy probably died on the way and rolled her eyes at the waist of time. She turned to head back into the forest. She kept one of her knives ready in her hand constantly scanning the trees for any sort of movement. She decided to take the longer way back to the safe zone since there weren't as many zombies in the area and weather was pretty nice compared to days past. She wondered if by taking a different route she might run into her friend, even though it had been years the topic was still constantly buzzing in the back of her mind. What if she was still alive? While the logical side of herself argued relentlessly that she was dead or worse, a zombie.

Edited September 20, 201411 yr by echo

Padoola quietly tended the crops, as he always did, as he say Elle enter the camp. From one look, he could tell that something was troubling her. And that something, was death. He too knew what that was like. When he turned back to the crops, he noticed a zombie. Quickly grabbing a shovel, he ran and killed it. The only noise afterwards the the echo of impact. Since Padoola was use, to this, he continued with the garden. But now, the image of his girlfriend woldn't leave his head. He broke down into tears, hoping to not draw attention. And he still worked on the garden, through the pain.

Edited September 20, 201411 yr by Padoola

As the guide made it back to his house, or rather, the house he lives in now, he didn't own it in any way, he was tried. i did alot of work today. but the lack of zombies was troubling him. he resolved to sleep on it, and figure it out in the morning. as he drifted off to sleep, he thought of the guy he saw earlier. he was killing zombies with only his bare hands. he hoped he didn't make an enemy out of him. 

 

NIGHTTIME - make sure to wrap up your day and start your next one. format it similar to this one plz.

MORNING

 

The guide woke up. he ate a little bit of the last of his bread and left, but not without grabbing an apple. he made a note of the low rations. he walked into the forest and found the zombie count returning to standard levels. something then occurred to him. he ran to where he had seen the marital artist, and looked around, surely enough, there was a half eaten body laying on the ground. he walked up. said a few words, and smashed the skull in. the only way to make sure it would get back up off he ground. that was why the count was so low yesterday, they had all converged on lunch, and ended up meeting that guy. The Guide lamented for a moment for no being able to the the dead man, for he was actually kind of close to the safe zone. but he snapped out of it. he went back the usual routine. he circled the perimeter and then walked back to the end where the road passed, and waited. he sat there for a while, until he saw someone approaching. he tossed his apple, pulled up his hood. (anybody can use that to interact with the guide)

Edited September 20, 201411 yr by TheGuide

(wait how are we supposed to interact if we have to complete a full day in our posts?)

Nash heard someone walking close by and it wasn't the average zombie. He glanced for a second and saw the guide. Choosing to remain silent he kept at his rampage. The final two were easy but by the time he was finished the guide had left. 'Too bad i wanted to ask him where the safe zone was.' He thought. It was another sleepless night as he had to keep moving even in his exhausted state.

NIGHTTIME

During his travels this was the worst time of the day. Nash could barely see and whats worse he didn't find the  quarantine and was now aimlessly searching for it. 

At times like this he wondered why he keeps on living anyway.

 

MORNING

It was morning now. He spent the whole night running around and killing zombies that made him think 'How many was that anyway ...' Now he was tired and hungry.The only thing he could do was bite his lip and keep searching. During the whole annoyance last night he took a part of a broken pipe and was currently using it as a weapon seeing as tho he was to tired to fight normally.

NIGHTTIME

Padoola was always the last to go to bed. And when he noticed that Nash was missing, he decided to go out alone to find him. He saw him leave earlier that day. For one reason or another, he did not find any zombies. After hours of searching, he gave up and went home, knowing that he had failed and that Nash must be found.

 

MORNING

Padoola spent the rest of the night plotting out where Nash could have gone. He then went to The Guide to inform him of what happened, "Last night, Nash went missing. I think I figured out where he might be. We should go as soon as possible."

(just do it like the others. they finished up their day and then continued with the next morning.)

The Guide didn't know this guy, but he seemed to know the guide. this didn't surprise the guide, as everybody in quarantine knew his name. he had become somewhat of a legend, seeing as before the new guides formed, he was the only one getting people to safety. he nodded. he didnt know this "nash" person either, but none the less, if someone was missing, he would be do what he could to make sure they were safe. he and the stranger moved into the woods, and searched for about an hour before anything out of the ordinary happened. he saw a man with a piece of pipe fighting a group of zombies. the same man form yesterday. from behind, he heard "hey nash! weve been looking all over for you!" The guide spun around. "shhhhhh! youll attract the whole forest!" they moved toward nash, and the guide took the two back toward quarentine. when they were close, the guide left them to go in alone. he had never gone in there, and didnt plan on it today. 

Edited September 20, 201411 yr by TheGuide

Kira had done her deal with zombies quite alot today, though she was starting to grow more exhausted by the minute. These stupid things are starting to make me very, very angry.. The civilian thought, taking time to pull her hood up and give one last slash at a zombie.

 

NIGHTTIME

 

Kira hated it, but had to keep traveling all throughout the night. She knew that as long as she stayed on the move, her chances of running into a zombie would become less. However, it wasent always a full-proof plan..

 

MORNING

 

Kira yawned, rubbing her eyes in exhaustion. She hadent stopped at all last night, and her legs were starting to hurt. I don't think I'll be able to keep this up much longer... she thought, stopping for a moment to take a rest. "Oi... This is not at all how it was at home.." She mumbled, giving a wry smile.

 

(Sorry my post is short, kinda rushed hh)

(its cool bro)

"Took ya long enough." He smiled. His pipe still dripping with blood from his prey. He glanced the Guide then laughed for a moment.

"Hahahahahah." it was a silent unsettling laugh. He dropped the piece of metal he was carrying around and smirked. He had four injuries : one one each of his hands, one on his shoulder and one o his forehead or maybe that was just the blood of his victims.

"Did i make it? Did i finally make it?" He said with a weak voice. Last night was more that he could handle and it took more of a mental blow that a physical.

Chris was at the scene when Nash arrived. To be fair he did stand out in the crowd with the scythe he carried around. He smirked for a moment and said

"So even the big guy has problems? So what have you been up to? Let me guess hunting zombies. You were fun to watch. All that anger throwed around with no loss of enthusiasm is a rare thing to see."

He gestured towards himself and continued.

"What fun it must be to have no fears like that. Now tell me How many did you kill? A hundred ... a thousand ..." His voice became much more serious as hes eyes glared down the beast-like human. He spun his scythe like a baton for a moment then plunged it into the ground giving him something to lean on.

"Looking at you you must have taken on hordes all at once and yet with absolutely no will to live you survived. I have to say i don't know whether to envy you or pity you."

the guide looped back around to find a girl resting against a tree. he walked up and got her attention. "lets move." she was confused by his presence. maybe his stories hadnt reached where she came from yet. he didnt care. when she didnt react, he pointed his gun at her. she reacted, but no movement. the guide took a good long look at her. she looked exhausted. he diddnt want to do what he was about to do, but he couldnt leaver her out here by herself. he lifted the girl up and carried her, bridal-style. it looked as if her legs couldnt hold her weight. he wouldnt be able to get her to quarantine wile he was carrying her, so he moved in the direction towards his house. he would get her back to health, make her swear she wouldnt tell anyone, and take her to a safe zone. he had never done this before, but he couldnt just leaver her out here to die.