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Hell on Earth (AbsoluteZero and CyanideDisaster)

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Planetoid
Joined
Feb 2, 2011
Location
Tennessee
Zane yawned as he rubbed his eyes, he was exhausted from the long sleepless days which had become the normal. He was one of the few remaining survivors of this small outpost, the city they were hold up in was pretty much deserted and from the raids and bomb runs most of the buildings were trashed or crumbling down. It was a wasteland. The infection hit about 4 months ago and military resistance had been all but crushed by the hordes of undead, Zane and his men some of the fun unlucky soldiers left behind when they retreated so hastily.

Zane reached into the pocket of his vest, the place ammo use to be held a pack of smokes now, the ammo long since used and the cigarettes down to a very low number of 5, 4 now that the one in his mouth was lit. He inhaled the smoke and took the smoke out sighing as he released the smoke. He walked towards the other men that called this outpost home, the hastily erected walls of wood which shielded the inner compound the only comfort they had at the hordes of zombies in the city around them, "Alright, I am going on patrol, don't die while I am gone..." he said with a smirk and jumping climbing up the wall jumping to the ground, they only opened the door on entrances to reduce the chances of a breach.

Now for his 'patrol' it was really just a scavenging run, they liked to entertain the idea they could save someone but they hadn't seen an uninfected soul in a few weeks. He wouldn't give up though and as he clung to the walls as he went down the street, one look back at the outpost before going deeper into the broken city. Luckily the zombies were stupid enough to avoid and he tried to silently take down the ones he had to with his knife or sileced sidearm. He did hope he would find someone after all this time though, him and the other two remaining soldiers were not going to survive alone but he would also take food and water so he was heading towards a store he had seen awhile back, one of the few that looked like it still had supplies, hopefully there he could find something valuable to survival.
 
Cris was not entirely pleased with her situation. Sure, she was alive. Sure, she had food. But she was very alone. And quite stuck. When the whole Zombie thing had begun, she pushed it off as a government trick. That was until her town was run over. The resident 'freak' of the town she hadn't had a lot of friends to begin with. There had been Robert and Jillian though, but they were dead, undead? No. Just dead.

The woman had fled her home and her shop on a thought she may be safe if she headed to that small Asian convenience store down the street, it had big barred windows and the like. She knew the owners and actually had watched the shop for them a while back and still carried her spare key. Finally it had come in handy. Except she was now trapped inside. She had been rationing herself -- she loved those apocalyptic movies, and learned from them -- and all those other things, but when the key snapped in the lock, jamming it shut, she had merely sighed. It had to be a sign.

Cris -- or Crisena -- was just about average height for a woman, with soft pale skin and supple womanly curves. She had long blond hair that was tied back into a loose braid. Her eyes were a stunning shade of blue, almost like clear water. She had a pair of studs under her plush red lips, snake bites she called them. Her ears pierced nearly a dozen times. An Alice in Wonderland sleeve riddled her right arm, from shoulder to wrist. While some of the Elvish words from Lord of the Rings covered her thigh, only exposed because of a tear in her jeans.

With a heavy sigh, the woman peered outside one of the barred windows, like she did almost all day. Except unlike every boring day, there was movement. She saw the man and her eyes went wide. Instantly she began pounding on the windows, hoping it catch his attention.
 
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