The needs of the horde(ChaosInk x Rosina)

[ChaosInk]

Fifteen weeks. That was how long it took for society to fall when the unimaginable happened; the dead rising from their graves with a hunger for living flesh. At least, that's what it seemed like. A virus swept the globe, ravaging country after country. It started in the east and not even the advanced medicines of the west could stop it. Sure, they slowed it down a bit, but the inevitable is not to be stopped. As the virus spread experts desperately began researching a cure, or at least a way to stop it, to save the people who had yet to be infected. Some countries tried humane methods, researching vaccines and preventative medicines while others opted for survival by any means necessary, including the rounding up, internment and in extreme cases, execution of the infected. It counted for very little in the end, when the dead started to rise. Of course the governments did their best to cover it up, but soon it was all over the news. Zombie were real. That was all anybody could think about and in all the chaos that ensued, there was one crucial fact that nobody noticed. Of all the supposed dead that arose, all of them were infected and killed by the virus.

When the religions of the world claimed that the apocalypse had arrived, or that the devil now walked on the Earth, no one picked up on the fact that it was only the infect that came back. When a man crawled out of his grave, or a woman was resurrected after a fatal shot to the heart, nobody stopped to work out why. The world panicked. After thirteen weeks of the virus spreading, it only took the 'zombies' two weeks to bring civilization to it's knees. Global communications was the first to go, as nations began to look inwards at how to clear the zombies out and then fortify their borders. Alas, it didn't help much. The next to go was national communications as governments and official organisations began to be eradicated. And after that there was silence as the ragged remnants of society struggled to survive in small groups. Meanwhile the zombie' needs slowly began to change. Up until now they only needed food, but with humans now being an endangered species the zombies began to crave something else. To reproduce. After all, eating wasn't the only base desire and so now the zombies shuffled all over the world, constantly alert for a chance to breed and further their kind.

Our story begins at a small high school, far enough from the closest city that it wasn't swarmed with zombies, but close enough that anyone would be able to see the columns of smoke pouring into the sky, darkening the horizon. The high school had been set up as an aid station at some point, so scattered around were various signs promising help and supplies, but now there seemed to be no sign of supplies. Outside the gates of the school is Scarlett, a young, sixteen year old survivor of both the virus and the zombies. Before her the school is sprawled out and looks relatively safe. Only the occasional zombie passed by the window and if someone were to be careful they could easily clear it out, using the narrow corridors to face them one on one, although what supplies the school might contain is uncertain. Not too far from the main building is a larger one; the gym. It appears to have been the centre of the aid station and would, in theory, contain many supplies. However the doors are shut and a metal pipe has been slid though the handles along with unsecured chain to give it strength. It stands to reason that it contains zombies, possibly a large amount. Meanwhile, surrounding the school are houses, normal detached houses with green lawns and white picket fences. Although many of the lawns are now strewn with discarded belongings. The houses look fairly ransacked and there is no indication of what threat they might contain, or what little supplies remain. And finally behind Scarlett is one of the many roads that lead into the city, which is no doubt full of good supplies and hundreds of zombies.

 

[Rosina]

Scarlett is a little on the short side with long brilliant red hair that flows down to her plump ass. She has fair white skin that contrasts with her bright hair and bold blue eyes giving her a noticeable beauty. Light freckling on her nose and upper cheeks distinguishes itself from her otherwise blemish free visage. Her build resemble an hourglass with maturing breasts and thick hips on either side of her relatively thin waist.

In order to have the best chance at surviving the apocalypse Scarlett is wearing a specific outfit that she thinks might give her an advantage: A black miniskirt that shows off her luscious thighs and allows her full range of motion, a matching thick long-sleeved blouse that frills an inch or two past her waist and may help her defend against scratches or bites. Her boots are a similar black, that are steel toed and climb a ways up her calf; her panties on the other hand are a cute pink that grasps snugly onto her pussy and shows a noticeable cameltoe whenever the wind blows her skirt out of the way. Although these panties are somewhat tight and uncomfortable on her now they were her favorite pair from before the incident so she wears them good luck. She hopes that the dark color scheme of her clothing may help her hide, although her pale skin and bright hear detract from her stealth in most situations. After fifteen weeks of grueling survival all of her clothing and most of her open skin are caked with a grimy mixture of sweat, blood, and dirt.

As Scarlett stands before the school she takes a quick mental inventory; she has a pack that contains a half-full, slightly crumpled bottle of water and a couple of apples she picked two days back, a blue flashlight that hangs from the side of her pouch and has an unknown amount of batteries left, and
a kitchen knife that she slide hazardously between her thigh and her miniskirt for lack of a better place to keep it. After taking her list she quickly surveys the surroundings, she has a good handle on how to scavenge after the months of survival, and decides that it would be best to try and find a safe way into the gym. All of the houses were most likely looted the day the zombies came and what supplies were in the school were probably taken to the gym by the survivors. So she quickly makes her way towards the gym, her heavy boots cracking against the ground as she moves, then once she comes closer she crouches and cautiously looks for routes inside.

 

[ChaosInk]

As Scarlett's heavy boots click loudly on the ground, moving closer and closer to the gym, a growling and snarling can be heard from inside. At first it sounds as if just one of the undead inside has heard her, but soon more voices can be heard, growling and snarling as bodies thump against the gym door, looking for escape. The chain and pipe holding the door shut rattle loudly, but show no sign of giving way. Inside, the gym is easily capable of holding over fifty people and during it's time as a gym it hardly ever saw that many, but how many people flocked to the aid station and were trapped inside is unknown. Above the door is a white flag stuck to the building the simply reads 'Aid Station' in blue letters, although the edges are starting to look grey, no doubt battered by the weather. Dried blood stains the door and the surrounding area, while a pair of tables taken from class rooms lay overturned, a few of the metal legs bent out of shape. Rubbish covers the area as well, empty water bottles and food packets mixed with discarded leaflets, offering useless advice regarding the virus and the undead. hidden among it all is a small satchel, covered in blood and more trash, but inside it lies one bottle of water, two power bars and a handgun with no ammunition; a useless tool against the zombies but potentially effective for dealing with the living. So far the satchel has remained hidden in the chaotic scene due to a lack of discerning scavengers.

To most people the gym appears to have three ways inside. The most obvious is the front doors with the zombie pounding on the other side. To enter through that way would alert all of them inside to someone's presence, meaning anyone attempting to gain entrance that way would have to deal with the zombies, either killing them or leading them far enough away to the double back out of sight. The second way in is a high up window on one of the side walls. Scaffolding from before the virus stands outside, easily leading up to it. On the other side of the wall a scavenger could easily use the various climbing equipment to climb down and, if they were stealthy enough, could sneak around behind the zombies before climbing back up. However not only does this risk the zombies at the door growing bored and turning around, it also means that they would only be able to carry a limited amount of supplies up and through the window, making multiple trips necessary to gather a meaningful amount of supplies. The third and simplest way in is through the door at the back, which is currently wedged ajar and leads into the gym teachers office. However the office is often locked, separated from the rest of the gym. Wether it is still locked is unknown.
However the final way inside, noticeable only to the well trained eye or perhaps to someone familiar with the gym already is a small window at the bottom of the side wall, always left slightly open, it leads to the small basement storeroom. From there anyone could climb the stairs and emerge at the rear of the gym, however the window is currently obscured from view by overgrown plants.

 

[Rosina]

Scarlett takes a deep breath before slowly making her way towards the front door of the gym, her steps now practically silent. She takes a moment to observe the scene before her, this is not the first time that she has witnessed an attempted survivor station end in a room filled with zombies. The fact that the door is barricaded from the outside is a good thing. 'I am probably the first one to scavenge here after the group fell.' She thinks to herself before quickly scanning the ground for any loot within the piles of trash and blood. She is neither desperate for food or water so she doesn't spend ample time searching, but she is alert, she got a decent nights sleep and has recently managed to make it through the days without much hunger or dehydration. So when her eyes glance past the satchel she notices something and decides that it may be worthwhile to check. She approaches the mound and sends her delicate, yet grime caked, hands into it before separating the satchel from the trash and opening it. When she sees its contents she grins at her fortune and her eyes light up. She them moves the power bars and the water bottle into her pack before taking the satchel with the gun still inside of it and slinging it around her shoulder. She fails to check the gun for ammunition.

With her rewards now sorted she gives the trash heaps one more quick look through before pulling away from the door. She decides to make her way towards the back of the gym, as a personal rule of thumb she thinks the back door is always a good choice. She fails the opportunity to notice the hidden window. She makes a note that the Scaffolding is probably the second best option if the back door doesn't pay out. With that thought she slowly makes her way towards the ajar back door while pulling her knife from her skirt and gripping it tightly in her right hand. Despite Scarlett managing to survive such a long time, mostly by herself, she is still a virgin when it comes to killing zombies; she is also a virgin in most other ways. So far she has managed to stealth her way about, only taking minor risks and always keeping on the move. Whenever she finds fellow survivors she treats them as if they were zombies and stays away.

 

[ChaosInk]

The rear door to the gym hadn't been opened in a long time, sitting slightly ajar for months. Rust had started to form on the hinges, so opening the door too quickly would result in a loud squeak, gathering the attention of the single zombie in the office on the other side, whereas to open slowly it would creak slightly but allow for a much stealthier approach. Inside the office is a single zombie, sat in the black leather arm chair in front of a large desk. He groaned slightly every now and then but was largely idle. He wore a dirty grey t-shirt and jogging bottoms, while a key hung on a chain around his neck. The front of the office had a closed door leading to the rest of the gym and large windows. On the other side was the dimly lit gym and thirteen zombies, most of them banging and pushing against the doors on the far side, while a few others shuffled idly about, occasionally knocking into the abandoned equipment. However it would be difficult to see exactly what else was in the gym without more light.

Back in the office, there were several large display cabinets holding multiple trophies of different kinds for various sporting achievements. There were also various filing cabinets, a noticeboard and a white board. None of these are likely to contain anything worth taking, perhaps the only thing is the bottle of vodka on the desk, lying on it's side with approximately three shots worth remaining. However, assuming Scarlett could quietly deal with the zombie she would be able to take the key around his neck and stealthily enter the gym, although finding any decent loot would likely require more light than at the moment. The switches for the lights however were on one wall about halfway down the gym, with all manner of overturned tables, rubbish, boxes and more between the office door and the switch.

 

[Rosina]

Upon coming to the rusty door Scarlett sends her left hand cautiously towards it and grips its side gently. She then begins to inch the door open as she shifts her head so that she peer through the growing opening with her bright blue eyes and into the room ahead. She quickly identifies the zombie sat before her as the door spreads large enough for her to squeeze her small body inside. She swiftly glances from side to side, her trained eyes looking for other hazards besides the one she had already spotted. After finding nothing she creeps silently towards the zombie, paying special attention to not step on anything in the darkness. If she succeeds in her approach she then slowly rises to a stand behind the chair and lifts her knife into position a small ways away from the zombies ear. She takes a deep breath through her nose which flows quietly out of her sweet lips a moment later. She has never killed a zombie before, but this seemed like the least risky time to do so. 'I need the key he is wearing if I am going to get into the gym.' She affirms to herself before lifting her blade just a little more before attempting to plunge it through the zombies ear and deep into his skull.

Regardless of whether or not she managed to kill the zombies she stumbles backwards and plummets ass first to the ground letting out a cute squeak of surprise as blood splatters all over her.
"Ah...!" She left the knife in the zombies head. She then looks up towards it fearfully, hoping that she killed it or she would be left in a very vulnerable position.