Left For Dead

Diitzy: Before it all happened felt like a dream. The highway was jammed with rush hour vehicles, bumper to bumper. The city boomed full of life it didn't matter night or day there was always movement. Now it was desolate, silent, and if it wasn't you better be fast enough to run the fuck away. The girl didn't know what was worse though the chattering jaws wanting human flesh or the remaining of the human race who wanted to test on human flesh for the cure. In her lifetime she met face to face with both races. One imprisoned her and tested her since she was a child and the other didn't speak to her. The zombies didn't come running for flesh like they did to the rest of the humans at the base that held her captive. Though if she made a sound they won't hesitate to come looking for her. Ace was the name given to her by the others. She doesn't know her real name other than a barcode number on her jacket. The girl walked down the alley with a four-legged companion named Reaper hunting through the trash. It had been since yesterday's sunrise since they had food. Not that she was hungry. She could go a while without food. The dog could not. He dug his nose through the bin while she traced a small graffiti drawing. Wondering what the world was like before this.

OddThomas: Zane hummed to himself as he mosied down the road with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. It was getting warmer, so the idea of leaving the city was getting more and more appealing to him. He knew jack shit about farming or what berry to eat and what not to eat but the city stunk when it got hot and food was getting low. Canned food was scarce now and braving a store alarm for one can of beans was not it. He toed some trash cans with his foot, the rattling of the tin loud against the silence of the streets, and waited. If there was anything around for a mile, he'd hear the shuffling soon enough.

Judge: When shit was too quiet it made his hypervigerlance ten times worse. He rounded a corner slowly and watched as a few of the undead swayed back and forth in the cool air, staring up at the sky with their backs to him. If you let yourself forget the world was fucked, it almost looked wholesome. A little movement caught his eye and he saw another one sitting on the floor staring at the wall of a building that had a chunk blown out of it. This wasn't his city but he remembered the cleansing in his city when it first started and it looked like this city was no different. Trying not to make a sound, he backed away, glancing down the opposite side to see if there were more. Then a loud bang had all the zombie heads on a swivel. Their noses were up in the air, sniffing for something to eat and Dante was the closest thing to them. "Shit." Turning around he bolted back down the way he came with feet picking up behind him.

Diitzy: The scuff of his paw rattled a can. It was bent and leaked but it was food he looked over at his 'human' with big eyes for assistance. The dog was trained. Trained to be better than a human when it came to silence. He had more attitude than most humans she met. She pulled away from the picture and went to open the can of food when a loud bang came to her left. Her head turned in unison to the direction where the sound came from. Quickly she lifted the double trash bin and clicked the roof of her mouth for Reaper to jump into it slamming the bin shut and lifting a smaller cylinder bin above it to where the horde couldn't open it. Not that they would, she started tossing trash away to divert them to another direction. However that only split the group of zombies in half. The half that moved in her direction came to a halt with no scent to trail. She stood there around them and watched the other group tail a large man. He was fast, he had the body build to run but was he fast enough for the mutant runners? She called them Road Runners. There weren't many in the city at least not that she saw in the week of arriving. "HEY" Her voice broke out with her teeth in a slight chatter in unison with the other zombies that had a similar deformity in their jaw cartilage something that tweaked the nerve to chatter away. Some of the zombies pulled away while those close to her launched at her voice but she darted forward after the man. All in which led a bigger horde to merge together right towards Zane.

OddThomas: There it was, the shuffling. Judging by the sound though, he had some distance before they came his way, or they might not come his way, this place was full of alleys on alleys. Sadly though, it wasn't meant to be that way. Down the road from him, a small person came out of a rumble of garbage and started throwing it around like she was trying to make trash snow. As he was backing up to start to run, he watched as the zombies coming at her split off and ran then stopped as if they couldn't see her at all. They were the ones he hated. They chittered and called others, but they also looked like fungus or flowers and sometimes you could walk right by them and get snatched up. He'd seen it. Then another man came barrelling down the alley with the second set hot on him. But he was chopping it out. Groaning, Zane shuffled back and started to run too. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." His head was on a swivel. He didn't know what was in the pack other than the chatter boxes, but some of those fuckers could jump. He'd take the chance. Skidding to a stop, he threw himself up onto the top of a dumpster and tried to balance on the sides of it while he reached up for a fire escape ladder.

Judge: The way his boots locked on the concrete made Dante thankful he'd pulled them off the dead solider in the abandoned apartment. As he came down a wider street he saw a woman surrounded by them and reached back for one of the words on his back. He was moving to fast to pick up on the fact that they weren't paying her any attention at all, until she screamed to get his attention. He was too far off to see her jaw chatter but when he got close enough, he snatched her hand and pulled her along with him, the sword in the other, their tracjectory straight for another man. The other guy jumped onto a dumpster not far off but the horde was gaining on them and if he didn't pull the ladder down soon they were gonna have to move on or lose their lead and be over run.

Diitzy: It was a good thing her bandana was wrapped around her neck. She kept a safe distance from the living to notice the discolored skin tone of rotten flesh to the left of her cheekbones. The moment the man came to distance she lifted the cloth over her lips and was jerked to the side to run with him. They were getting too far away from the dumpster at this point that protected Reaper. She turned her head back and whistled sounding like a high-pitched bird call as the dog bolted from the dumpster and followed the call. The dog sprinted right passed the stranger that held her in its grasp and over to the dumpster with the stranger trying to pull down the fire escape. Reaper launched up onto Zane's back to lift above the human's head by tugging the bottom bar of the fire escape to smack down hard for them to escape, which hopefully Zane had good refluxes because the ladder could easily drop to his forehead and knock him out. Reaper barked at Ace to move her ass up as the dog crawled up the ladder before the humans could. Ace turned her head back to the rattling of the sound of more footing. Road Runners. "Shit.." As they sped through to the front of the horde.

OddThomas: Under normal circumstances, Zane was very much a people person but during dark times most people couldn't be trusted. Oh well, no time to debate that now. Just as his hand finally wrapped around the lowest bar, some giant rat jumped onto him and pulled down as well. Zane screamed. He fucking hollered and try to throw it off but the furry sausage just shot up the ladder which made him kinda not want to go. Rats or zombies--- fuuuuck. The ladder smacked the top of the dumpster and he started up it. On the third floor a window was broken so he kicked it out clean and reahced in for the latch, fumbling around until the window fell open and took him with it. Cursing, he tried to free himself of the broken hole and get right on his feet.

Judge: A loud whistle made him frown down at her. What was with her and making more noise? This time she unleashed some sort of demon dog who used the guy on the dumpster as a spring board to get the ladder down. Dante threw the girl onto the dumpster and climbed up after her waiting for her to get up enough to make room for him while he sliced off reaching hands and a few heads. Above him he heard clatter an the other guy was reduced to a single shoe sticking out of a window a moment. What the hell was he getting himself into, joining other people?

Diitzy: According to the rules of Zombieland, rule #17: Don't be a hero. Why is this stranger being a hero? Impossible. There are no heroes here. Maybe he was a soldier? She was looking down at his boots which were clearly of combat. She wasn't going back to being captive. Who the fuck was this guy? And wasn't there another guy? "Reaper Enemy!" She called out. The dog launched through the opening frame and growled lowering his upper half at Zane. If Zane were to move the dog would counter move making him unable to run. The chatter shortly followed a pause as she launched a handgun from her back and pointed it right at Dante. "No. You first." Her jaw slammed into its chatter as the zombies started shoving into one another. Time is not in favor and it's ticking in milla-seconds. Though the zombies shifted more towards Dante than her. "MOVE." She called out and the zombies jolted toward her sound as she shoved him forward.

OddThomas: Zane rolled onto his back and threw his hands up at the dog staring him down with a lip quivering over his upper teeth. "Reaper not enemy! How the fuck am I the enemy, lady?! YOUSE FOLLOWED ME!" Scuttling back across the dusty room, Zane moved until his back hit something and he couldn't go any further, his hands were still up but he was sitting up now, ready to kick the dog if it launched at him. He moved a hand, waving to the open window as the woman and the guy came climbing through. "Yo, someone get the door!... Er, window, whatever."

Judge: The hard plastic of the dumpster started to cave under his weight and when he looked around there the barrel of a gun for him to stare down. Over the top of it, the woman was muttering under her bandana. Dante frowned but didn't question it or try to force her to keep going. He just flipped his sword in his hand and started up the ladder, climbing into the window to find her dog holding the other guy hostage. He had thought she was talking about the undead but her trust issues were starting to show. Dante sheathed his sword and turned his head to the window then looked around the room. He didn't make a move to the dog because he didn't want to have to kill it, so instead he started to move dresser toward the window so when she came in he could block it off.

Diitzy: The girl followed. Once they got to the floor she pulled the ladder up over the Zombies reach. Some though could leap if they really wanted to and she wasn't going to stay for that she dropped into the window and guided her gun with the direction one made moved to block the window, while her eyes glared at the man on the floor. Reading people wasn't her strong suit. Even the nicest people could be her enemy. So many different faces in Umbrella Corp. She snapped her head over to the man who shoved the dresser over the window patch. "Are you Umbrella Corp?" She tried to kept the rattle in her teeth to a minimum as she pointed to her heel and the dog backed off. Sniffing into her pocket where the held the can food. Lowering her gun she flicked a match and lit a oil lamp that was beside Zane on the floor. Pulling out the can food as she opened it and placed it on the floor. "Who are you"

pixiemilk  She took a moment to catch her breath before losing it once again on a gasp as the window behind them smashed, her brother cutting his flesh up against the exposed shards, Yvette looking almost unrecognisable as a pale creature, horrifying Bea. She glanced to the man and nodded as he recommended getting down these stairs. She swiftly followed behind him, her eyes occasionally darting upwards to see her brothers torso half hanging from the window, she would flinch as his blood dripped onto her face as the descended, learning her lesson on looking up. As they reached the ground she couldn’t help but take in the chaos around them, people packing up their cars whilst others were chased down and eaten alive. “What the fuck do we do now..?”

OddThomas: Once they were both down, Zane pushed the ladder back up and flopped against the side of a dumpster. The world was burning around them and his mind was reeling. He still had a kitchen knife in his hand and his hand was shaking a bit. Flexing his grip on the knife handle he shrugged to her about to answer her question when a woman who was dragging her broken ankle behind her, lunged for the girl that just came down the stairs with him. Reaching out, he grabbed her by the front of the shearling jacket he'd given her and pulled her behind him while pushing the knife up through the zombie's jaw and into her skull. Cringing as blood splattered all over the side of his face, Zane pushed a little harder and pushed her back into a pile of trash. His other hand was still on the coat as his head whipped around to the girl. "We get out of there. Car, bike, boat, I dunno, but we gotta keep moving."

pixiemilk  Her eyes suddenly widened as he gripped her by the coat he’d put on her, her feet stumbling slightly as he yanked her behind him, peering over his shoulder as he plunged the knife into the woman’s jaw, her eyes squinting as a fine spatter caught her in the crosshairs. She looked up to him as he spoke, and gently nodded before wiping her face with the back of her wrist. “M-My brother owned a boat, but it’s not close to here..It’s at least a 30 minute drive away..So I suppose a car is more ideal..” She said as she gazed around, trying to look for an opportunity but also not wanting to take somebody else’s, there were plenty of cars ripe for the picking, but some had people inside, some were being packed up. Conflicted, she looked up to him with a concerned gaze.

OddThomas: He scrubbed a hand down his face and wiped it off on his jeans as he let go of the oversized coat on her. "A boat... A boat would be good." He said, almost to himself as he looked around. The car that had crashed in front of him was still on the street, the driver door still open and the engine still running. It was either that or push someone out of their own getaway. His hand hung down and took hers, the leather gloves he was wearing soft but probably cold against her hands. "Come on." He urged, stepping out from around the dumpster and looking around before he bolted for the truck that was abandoned. Instead of going for the driver side, he yanked open the back door and looked inside just to make sure when they got in they'd be alone. It was a late model SUV. The keys were jiggling in the ingition. "Clear." He said motioning to the truck before jumping into the driver seat and pulling the door shut. A body slammed against the door. It was nashing and growling at him, drooling something fierce. "Holy fuck." Zane was still looking at the thing that used to be a person when the threw the gear into reverse.

pixiemilk  She nodded in response to him as he spoke “I mean in terms of being out of the way, not allowing those things to get close, I’d say a boats pretty good.” She agreed before she felt the cold of his glove take her hand, following behind him and keeping close as they ran to the truck, she let go of his hand and climbed into the passenger side, buckling herself in and shutting the door before the slam against his side caught her attention. “Holy fuck is right..” She said as she watched it spit blood onto the window with every bark, growl and snarl it made before it quickly vanished as he threw the car into reverse, her hand clutching onto the dash for a moment to save herself from being thrown about with the motion. “Do you know where the Crystal Marina is? His boats there..” She said before cringing to herself as she saw another victim become a meal, their blood curdling screams hitting her ears through the vehicle as their intestines were exposed and pulled, like a tug of war, quickly taking her hands (c)
pixiemilk: to her ears on a wince, attempting to shut the noise out of her head, hunching herself over slightly as she evidently and unsurprising was pretty traumatised over the fast moving events of her day.

OddThomas: He hadn't eaten breakfast but his stomach lurched and threatened to throw up anything it could find when he saw a person get disembowled on the street. Gripping the steering wheel with both hands near the top, Zane let himself get hyperfocused on the road ahead of them. He wove the car through crashed and stopped cars and people running out into the street to escape what used to be friends and family. He nodded, almost absently to her, then blinked himself back into a slighlty more intuned mode an said, "Yeah, kinda." When he glanced over she was folded over and covering her ears, so he reached out with one hand and rubbed her back softly. "Hey, breathe. We're okay. I intend to keep it that way."

pixiemilk  She felt the car moved forward, which slightly had her on edge, hoping he was at least an experienced driver to dodge other cars parked inconveniently and civilians running around in a panic, if it were down to her to drive the car would’ve already been crashed. She didn’t even register his response until she felt his hand on her back, pulling her hands from her ears and looking over to him sheepishly from her lap, before she sat up a little more to peer over the dashboard, seeing for herself he was right, they were okay. “Thank fuck for that..” She said, her British accent not a posh one by far, she sat up properly and glanced over to him, her green eyes watching him intently as he drove. “I’ll do my best to keep us okay too..Not that I’m much use, clearly.” She said as she slouched in the seat slightly.

OddThomas: He pulled his hand back when she started to sit up and put it back on the steering wheel just in time to jerk around a car that was swerving. As they passed it, he saw the driver spazzing out, and more interested in diving at hte person in the passenger seat than driving. He nodded to the girl with him and exhaled as he focused on the road. Her accent had caught his attention before but now that they were somewhat safe in the car, he actually registered it and smiled at it. Itw asn't one he heard too often without taking a trip across the pond. "I think you did great." He said, glancing at her again. "I'm Zane by the way."

pixiemilk  She flinched as the car swerved, her hand gripping onto his thigh tightly as she braced herself should they crash, she felt the motion of the car as he swerved around it, slowly opening her eyes as she looked out, realising he had cleared it. His voice pulled her gaze from the road, looking to him and smiling at his praise, her hand quickly pulling from his thigh and situating itself in her lap. “Nice to meet you Zane, thanks for saving my arse a handful of times already..” She said on a warm smile before she spoke once again. “I’m Beatrix, but Bea works. Unless your angry with me, then Beatrix hits hard y’know?” She teased a little before a soft frown hit her brows, her skin beginning to form small beads of sweat as she shivered, pulling her gaze from him and instead looking into the footwell. “Sorry, you’ll have to excuse me..It’s..Been a day.” She said before rubbing over her arms to comfort herself, knowing it had nothing to do with the flu or the outbreak of whatever was going on.

OddThomas: He grunted when she put a death grip on his thigh and his foot smashed the gas as a reflex but he managed to slow down a bit and weave through a bunch of stalled cars. Soon her hand let up. "You're welcome, Bea." He said, smirking at her little joke but keeping his eyes on the road. When she apologized, he glanced over then reached down and started to fiddle with teh dial on the console to see if maybe the heat in the car still worked after the crash. It took a second but it finally flicked on and started to push warm air into the cab. "You're not bit are you? Or scratched? I dunno how this shit works, but I don't want it in my orfices or to get fucked up by one of those things." He paused staring at the road then said. "Not that I"m gonna kick you out or anything, but just lemme know if you feel twitchy."

pixiemilk  She licked her lips as the heat breeze over her, she shook her head as she shifted a little uncomfortably. “No no..No..It’s nothing like that..” She said as she folded her arms and bit at the dry skin on her lower lip. “I-..” She glanced over to him a little sheepishly before bowing her head down. “Yeah-..I’ll let you know if I get twitchy..” She said before looking out the window. “We’re nearly there..” She said as she could see the body of water and boats in the short distance. “I have some addiction issues.” She mentioned abruptly, casually, like she was discussing the weather with him. She sniffled before tucking her thick, long braids over her one shoulder, yet some of her shorter ones managing to rest by her jawline. “I’m in withdrawal..”  

OddThomas: He glanced at her again, when she said no to his suggestion that she might be bitten and breath out, taking her at her word that she wasn't. Catching sight of the water, he took a turn down a street and headed in that direction. If this was the marina he was thinking it was, there was a resturaunt by the pier, a good place to raid for supplies before they loaded onto the boat. Lost in thought, sort of planning to get as much as he could onto that boat, Zane's head snapped to her when she mentioned addiction. "Fuck." He muttered under his breath. The car rattled over a gravel road as he turned into the park before the marina. "Am I gonna need to like... find you a straight jacket to get through this? I really don't think I could find you a hit right now."

pixiemilk  She looked to him as he cussed, her face scrunching up ever so slightly, already feeling like an inconvenience to him, she felt the pang of guilt in her stomach that she’d now burdened poor Zane with her issues, as if he didn’t already have enough going on to keep the pair of them alive. She gave a soft shrug to him. “I-..I don’t know if I’m being honest..I’ve not had to go through withdrawal before..” She glanced back out to the road and gave a soft nod. “You could park up here, the restaurant might have some stuff we could take for the boat..” She mentioned as if she’d read his mind, but maybe it was just common sense for them to load up on everything they could possibly find since they could be away for some time, or at least out as far as they can get before having to return to the city for supplies. “I don’t-..I don’t want you to worry, I’m sure it’ll be fine..” She said before unbuckling her seatbelt, reaching into the back and grabbing a stray tote bag. “This should carry a decent amount of stuff?”

OddThomas: His head bobbed in understanding as she spoke. He'd never been through withdrawl either so this would be interesting. Going through withdrawl with a stranger was a whole lot better than going through a zombie wasteland alone, at least to him. He was pretty sure most of his friends were dead or going in different directions. He pulled up as close to the resturaunt as he could and unbuckled himself then started to pat himself down until finally he dug in his pocket and pulled out his phone. It unlocked as he held it up and he stared at it not knowing who to call or what to do with it. He didn't have any missed calls or text messages --- dead or gone. Pushing his phone back into his pocket he pulled a charger out of the usb port and wrapped it around his fist nodding to her again. "Yeah, the more the better." He pushed the door of the car open and stepped out, holding onto the door as he looked around but it was quiet. After everything they'd been thorugh, it was creepy to be this quiet. "Stay close."

pixiemilk  She opened the door on her side before climbing out, halting as she heard his words. “Yeah, I’ll stay as close as I can..Looks pretty dead around here though?..Excuse the pun.” She said before shutting the door as quietly as she could. She walked over to the double doors before opening them, stepping in with caution as she gazed around the place, tables and chairs knocked over, smashed glasses and plates covered the floor, clearly people were enjoying their meals, living their lives as usual when the outbreak came. “..I can’t see anything..” She declared on a whisper to him, not wanting to head too far in even though the space was open enough to see everything, aside of course from the kitchen tucked away in the back where the goods are kept.  

OddThomas: Before he moved away, Zane doubled back and tucked the keys to truck in the visor. If they came back here, it'd be good to have a get away car, or maybe someone else would use need it. Then he walked up behind her and followed her inside. Yeah, it was dead quiet and he didn't trust it. He scanned the room and measured their distance from here to there. As long as shit stayed quiet it wasn't a long haul. But, truthfully, anything could pop off between here and there. He felt his heart beat pick up and the sound of blood rushing through his viens as his adrenaline spiked. "Let's just get what we can and get the fuck out." He mumbled, moving for the kitchen doors and staying as close to the wall as he could.

pixiemilk  She agreed with him on getting in and out, carefully stepping further in and trying her best not to step on the shards of glass and ceramic as she made her way to the kitchen doors. She looked to him and whispered “Do you wanna do the honours?..” She quizzed feeling a little anxious about taking herself in there first

OddThomas: He glanced down at her when she whispered and nodded, reaching back and putting his hand on her hip, moving her behind him as he put his other hand on the door and started to slowly push the swinging door open. The kitchen was a mess too. Some burners were still hissing, racks were knocked over, shit was burning in open ovens. He stepped into the room and felt the door swinging softly behind them. "Non-parishable shit..." He reminded her gently, his hand still on her hip as he moved further into the room toward the pantry. They could stop in the walk in for road snacks but first things first. There was another knife on the counter so he snatched it and held it in front of himself as he used his foot to push the door to the pantry open. Silence. This was too easy. He was waiting for another shoe to drop and worried he woudn't be able to hear over the pounding of his heart.

pixiemilk  She looked down as she felt his hand on her hip, which only kept her closer to him as they moved further in, beginning to feel equally protective of him as he seemed to show her. She nodded at his words, knowing exactly the types of food he meant. She glanced over the shelves opposite them, holding his wrist as she pulled from him to load the tote bag with the various tins of food. “I hope you like chickpeas.” She teased as she glanced over her shoulder to him  

OddThomas: "We can do a lot with chickpeas." He said quietly, peering into the pantry. Then he propped the door open when a stool and started to fill his bag with everything, not really looking at the labels. He wasn't shopping. Everything would become edible when they got hungry enough. He was just trying to grab a few cans of everything available. Then he grabbed a can opener, a handful of utensils and some sauces. Once the bag was heavy but enough that he could still carry it, he came back out and looked around again. Taking down a pan, he shoved that into the bag as well and looked over at her. "Ready?" Something shuffled in the distance and he tensed up, not really liking that there was a steel island between them right now.

pixiemilk  She stuffed all manners of tinned food into the bag, even taking a risk on some of the produce in packets, biscuits, chips or crisps she more affectionately called them, raiding the fridge even for the milk, butter, cheese, lord only knows the next time she will see dairy again. She forced some packs of chicken fillets into the bag, straining the straps a little as it was over capacity by a fair amount, but knowing the boat wasn’t exactly a humble abode they’d be staying on, it was quite the opposite. She glanced over her shoulder to him as he spoke. “Yeah, I think I’m good.” She said on a smile before shutting the fridge door, swiftly getting taken off of her feet and slammed into the floor, the tote of food falling at her feet as she grunted, being winded by the sudden fall, her forearm resting against the neck of the creature on top of her, trying her best to keep it at a distance as her grunts became more strained as it’s teeth could’ve grazed her cheek on tilting her head.  

OddThomas: He was scrambling across the island before he had time to really process what was happening. But something was crawling up his back. Looking over his shoulder, a woman, probably a waitress was trying to pull him off the island or just get to his throat, he wasn't sure. He didn't care. All he wanted to do was get ahold of something to swing at her. A pot was just out of reach and so he threw his elbow back and cracked her in the temple. It was enough to get her grip to loosen and twisted around after his fingers finally grasp the pan. It was full of food but he swung it away, smacking her to the floor. He should have killed but she was far enough away that he could get over the island and grab the guy that was on top of Bea. Picking him up by the back of his shirt and the back of his pants and tossing him like a sack of potatoes onto the woman that was recovering. Reaching down, he held his hand out to her, while half turned and looking for something to defend them with.

pixiemilk  She tried her best to not scream her lungs out from the man invading her space, her body fidgeting underneath him as she kept him at a slim distance from her face, her eyes opening as she heard the clanging of metal pots before she saw Zanes legs land beside her, instantly relieving her arm of holding back the man as he sent him flying into the woman. She scrambled to stuff the bag back up with the few things she’d lost before grabbing his hand to pull herself up and find her feet. She took a glance around before clocking the fire extinguisher by the doors to the kitchen, she ran for it and picked it up, the woman watching her like a hawk before running at her, Bea wielded the base of the extinguisher before cracking it into her forehead on a grunt, sending the woman to the floor before Bea landed her with another blow, not stopping there as she continued until the contents of her skull was now in a pink and crimson mush on the floor  

OddThomas: The bag he had fulled was on his back and for the most part out of his way. Bea jumped up and ran for fire extinguisher, then started to smash the woman that had jumped on his back. Meanwhile, the guy was pulling himself up and charged her as well, but Zane threw his weight to the side and side swiped him. He stumbled back and toppled down a bunch of racks, slipping and sliding on fallen pots and pans until he fell. Hooking his arm in the crook of Bea's, Zane snatched her away from killing a zombie and pulled her through the door. They were back in the dining room and zombies were lumbering around outside on the deck. A hand across the room rose up and smacked down on the table as another woman started to rise up. She was twitching and creaking as if her bones were new or broken, he couldn't tell. There were two doors to get into the dining room and the undead were lingering around both of them. "Fuck." He muttered. "Okay, which way is the closest to the boat? We're gonna have to make a run for it."

pixiemilk  She had completely missed Zane side swiping the male as she was too occupied ensuring that the woman wasn’t coming back, his arm hooking into hers and pulling her away forced her back into reality, glancing around as they now stood back in the dining room. She looked to him as he spoke, clearly assessing the situation more than she was. “Uhm..The left side? I think?..” She said a little unsure but the zombies on that side seemed more frail and easier for them to take on or barge through. “We could shove them out of our way..” She said before grabbing a chair and sliding it over to him. “Hold it so the back rest will just..Topple them over when we rush them through the door..” She said on a whim of an idea.

OddThomas: "I'm gonna need you to be a little more sure." Zane said, taking the chair and sitting it in front of him. He grabbed a mop from the wall beside him and broke off the end handing it to her. "I'll shove them back, you push back the stragglers. Keep your hand on my back as much as possible, because I'm gonna need you to lead us to the boat." He was taller and broader than her and had the chair so it made sense for him to go in front, but she was gonna have to bring this home for them. Picking up the chair, he moved to the door and leaned his shoulder on it. The zombies on the other side didn't seem to be aware of them yet. Once the door was open there was no going back. He was trying to wait for a gap in their loitering but then the dude from the kitchen burst onto the scene and the lady what was pulling herself up jolted and ran from across the room toward them. Zane slammed the door open, trapping two people behind it as he held out the chair in front of them. Locking his arm through the bars of the chair, he reached back for Bea and just bulldozed his way down the dock to the boats on the left.

pixiemilk  She rubbed her neck on a shrug “Well..I don’t fucking know! It’s been a while since I came here last..” She snapped, her withdrawals evidently beginning to get to her as she usually wasn’t a snappy, short tempered person, typically she was timid and placid, even sweet at times to people she cared for. Her eyes darted around in thought as she spoke “It’s..Its out of those doors then as soon as we’re on the street, it’s..The fourth boat on the left..You can’t miss it..” She said before he broke off the mop handle and gave it to her, she stood behind him and did as she was told, holding her hand on his back. She flinched as they were nearly attacked by the man and woman before Zane quickly bulldozed his way out with her closely behind, jabbing back any zombies that dared to invade their little bubble, her eyes gleamed as she spotted the boat, which seemed pretty sizeable compared to the rest. “It’s that one!” She said pointing the mop stick at it, not that he could miss it, it was more a yacht than a boat.  

OddThomas: Zane blinked when she snapped at him, but let it go. They were in a tense situation and she did say the withdrawls were starting. He was swinging the chair and knocking used to be people out of their way, dodging arms that were reaching for them. When she shouted that they were close he exhaled audibly. Reaching back, he put his hand on her and turned them around. "Okay, go. Find the keys. I'll cover you and make sure no one else is on there. I'm coming." As he spoke he unlocked his arm from the chair and started to swing it like a bat while he backed up. The ones he had knocked down were already recovering and joining the mob that was coming for them. Zane backed up until he glanced back to see which one of these fucking yachts she climbed onto and followed her by throwing his bag over then making room for him to climb up.

pixiemilk  She nodded in agreement to his words, suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable as she had to face being first on. She quickly boarded the yacht, running along the deck to enter the wheelhouse, finding the keys in a drawer, inserting them into the ignition and turning it on as she saw Zane follow her footsteps onto the deck. She quickly left the wheelhouse and ran back to the deck, pulling the footbridge in, stopping anything from the marina accessing them. “We should get the fuck out of here.” She said as she watched the hoard begin to crowd the marina, she quickly took herself back to the wheelhouse and put the yacht into drive, granted they didn’t move as fast as a car but they managed to make some distance between them and the marina, eventually taking herself to the deck, squinting as the marina was in a far enough distance to keep them safe.

OddThomas: The moment he was on the deck, he pulled the bag strap over his head and let the heavy bag drop to the floor. His shoulder was killing him, so he gripped it and rotated it before helping her with the foot bridge, pushing back any stragglers as they tried to climb up the side. He nodded to her, letting her take control of the situation because he had no idea how to move this thing. Moving around the deck, he looked for any additional tie-downs anywhere and let them loose. When the boat started to pull away from the marina bodies splashed into the water that were reaching for the bow. They were good for the moment and he dropped to his ass and then laid back, exhaling, his arms and legs sprawled out as he looked up at the sky. Jets were flying over them. They could still hear sirens in the distance. "What a fucking day."

pixiemilk  She looked to him as he dropped to the floor on his backside, smiling to his words. “Aye. What a fucking day.” She said before sighing softly, her eyes squinting as even though the world was in disrepair, the sun managed to shine on them. “You should uh-..Take it easy for a bit. There’s a double bed, en-suite, a second toilet incase we both need to shit at the same time.” She teased on a smirk. “Ouh, that reminds me, there is a small kitchen too, refrigerator, and freezer.” She said as she hauled her tote of loot over her shoulder. “I’m gonna put all this stuff away but, feel free to take a nap.” She said before she headed inside and down the steps to the hallway, leading to a few different rooms before the kitchen sat at the end of the hallway. She unpacked the bag, putting the tins away in the cupboard and the chicken and perishables she’d picked up into the freezer to help it keep for longer, grabbing smaller glass bottles for the milk to keep a fresh bottle in the fridge, dragging out the longevity.

OddThomas: Putting a hand over his eyes, Zane smiled up at her. He liked that she cracked jokes. Through out it all he realized he hadn't said much. His mind was too full, too hyperfocused on surviving. Now that he was starting to relax, he was starting to feel heavy and worn out. Bea was gone for a half second before he rolled over and got up, picking up his bag and following her into the kitchen. He put the bag on a counter and started to put the stuff he'd stolen into the cabinets and pantry. "I'm glad you didn't listen to me. I'm ready to miss chicken yet. I hope you're not allergic to seafood though, because that might be what we have to survive on for a while." He made a mental note to check the gas gauge at some point. "When we get far enough out, out of swimming distance at least, we should the engine off and save gas."

pixiemilk  Her eyes darted up from the freezer as he entered, pursing her lips to stifle her smile. She watched him as he put the bag on the counter and spoke, shutting the freezer door before she went to help him put his tins away. “Well, I wouldn’t know if I’m honest, not often I eat seafood.” She spoke honestly, even though her lifestyle didn’t quite seem to make sense, somehow being in possession of a yacht, seafood being one of the main meals of the wealthy, yet she’d never even tried prawns. “Yeah I mean, we should be far enough out here, I’m sure it could go off now and we can get anchored.”  

OddThomas: He glanced at her, noting her smile when he walked in and it caused a half smirk to form on his mouth. When all the shit was put away, he turned and leaned back on the counter, folding his arms over his chest and looking at her, really looking at her for the first time. Her smeared dark makeup and thick braids. She was still wearing his big jacket so she looked like a kid in their parents clothing. She was tiny and short even with her platform boots. "How you feeling?" He asked. He wasn't aware she'd lost a brother today but the day had been a clusterfuck of trauma and he had watched her smash a stranger's skull in. He was coming down from it all and feeling wrecked. He couldn't imagine doing that with withdrawls.

pixiemilk  She gazed at him as he relaxed and folded his arms, she instinctively mimicked him, holding her own arms over her chest as she examined his face, the slits in his eyebrows, his piercings, the way he styled his hair and how he dressed. She tilted her head as if to silently ask ‘come again?’ the words having a small delay before she inhaled deeply and nodded. “I mean…Fucking bollocked if I’m honest with you. How’re you holding up?” She asked, having no doubt he would’ve lost family and loved ones in this shit show too. She took off his jacket began to fold it up, her hands shaking as her sweats came back, her head pounding a little as she placed the folded up jacket on the kitchen worktop.  

OddThomas: This smirk quirked up the corner of his mouth as he watched her watch him. She seemed taken aback by his question but he nodded to her answer. "Same. Very much same. I say we set the anchor then pass out for a bit." He pushed off the counter and picked up his jacket. "You look like you could use a cold shower too."

pixiemilk  She nodded to his words, feeling more than ready for a nap, or at least some time to shut off her brain. “Yeah, I can take the couch and you can take the bed if you want, you should also get a wash in. Take the en-suite and I’ll use the other bathroom.” She said on a smile before she walked to the utensils drawer, grabbing something from it and tucking it into the waistband of her skirt. “The en-suite bathroom is a lot nicer too.” She said as she glanced over her shoulder to him on a warm smile before she shut the drawer. “The bedrooms the second door on the right of the corridor out of here. I’ll be just next door.” She said before she opened the kitchen door, her braids hitting against the small of her back with her steps before she opened the bathroom door and shut it behind herself, feeling a little guilty she hadn’t given him a tour of the place but feeling too run down to show him everything.

OddThomas: His brow arched a little when she offered him all the amenities. He watched as she turned and pulled something out of the drawer and doing a shit job of hiding it. He had a good guess what it was but she wasn't his responsibility anymore. They'd gotten on the boat in one piece, he'd done all he could for her. When she walked out of the kitchen he did the same, going into the room she mentioned and looking around. He opened the bathroom door and looked in at that too. Chewing his lip, he backed out of the room and opted to back to the deck. There was a bench by the bow, so he sat down, took off his shoes, folded his jacket up like a pillow, took off the jacket that he was wearing and laid it over him. Laying on his back, he closed eyes and before he knew it he was out like a light, one arm above his head, the other across his stomach. Since he had no idea how to run the boat, he figured she'd wake him up if she needed help with anything, but he wasn't about to go messing with anything and make their situation worse.

pixiemilk  She shut the lid of the toilet before sitting on it, taking off her boot to pull off her fishnet stocking, using it as a tourniquet. She grabbed the bag of crystals she’d picked up earlier from her bra, placing it in her lap. She reached inside her boot and pulled up the inside sole, pulling a syringe from the hiding place she made for it before reinserting the sole back in its place. She hunched over a little, opening the cabinet to grab a small pinch of cotton wool. She held the spoon under the sink tap allowing a drop of water on, before adding some of the brown crystals to the spoon, taking her lighter underneath it to heat it up. She eventually added the cotton wool before inserting the syringe into it and soaking up the hot liquid. She put the spoon into the sink, extending her arm out before injecting herself, slowly dosing herself with the drug. She quickly unravelled the diy tourniquet, her eyelids fluttering as she whimpered blissfully, her head tilting back as she had knocked out like Zane. (c)
pixiemilk: She woke after a while, sitting upright for a moment before wincing as she pulled the syringe from her arm, putting it onto the sinks side before willing her legs to stand. She stumbled down the corridor before heading to the deck, a soft frown on her brows as they were still moving. She made her way to the wheelhouse and turned off the ignition, releasing the anchor, even in her stupor she knew what she was doing, she could function, just more sloppily than she usually would.

OddThomas: Zane jolted to a seated position when the boat stopped. He blinked rapidly into the setting sun and scrubbed his face, looking around. Groaning, he threw his legs over the bench and leaned his arms onto his thighs, shaking his head as if to wake up a bit more. His body was screaming for him to go back to sleep but his mind was flashing with images of people getting their faces eaten off and he needed to just make sure he was safe because for a hot second he couldn't remember where he was. Leaving his jackets on the bench and his shoes too, Zane wandered around a bit until he was leaning on the door of the wheelhouse looking at Bea. As the fog of sleep left him, he watched her move and sighed. He was trapped on a boat in the middle of nowhere with a drug addict. She was high as a kite, her pupils completely dialated and a dreamy smirk on her face. Pushing a hand over the top of his head, Zane said nothing and turned and went into the kitchen. He took a can of fruit out of the cupboard. It had a pop top so he searched around for a spoon then made his way back to the deck, plopping down to eat.

pixiemilk: She closed her eyes for a moment and felt every wave under the boat sway her a little, taking a moment to savour the sensation of the heroin after the day she’d had. She headed back onto the deck from the wheelhouse, then down the steps to the corridor, only to slip down the last few of them on a thud, too out of it to even realise she was only wearing one of her chunky platform boots, which threw her off kilter. “Fuck me..” She tilted her head back and closed her eyes once again, except she wasn’t asleep, her brows upturned as she tried to allow herself to feel everything. Sitting on the last step, hugging her knees to her chest as she would keep her eyes closed to save herself from crying. She would eventually lift her head up on a deep sigh and open her eyes, shaking off her emotions before she unzipped her boot and withdrew her foot from it, leaving it there before heading to the kitchen, her lips beginning to chap from how dry they’d become.

OddThomas: He was scraping the bottom of the can when he heard a loud thud and shot to his feet. His heart started to pound in his chest. He really didn't want to find a stray zombie in a closet some where while they were out in the middle of nowhere. Without thinking, he was holding the spoon like a knife as he came into the hall in time to see Bea pull her shoe off and get up to go into the kitchen. Exhaling, Zane followed her into the kitchen and put the can on the counter while he washed his spoon and put it back. "You okay?"

pixiemilk: She grabbed a glass and placed it down before grabbing the milk from the fridge, pouring herself some before putting it back. She took the glass to her lips and virtually chugged it back, licking over her lips as Zane entered. She put the glass down and gazed to the floor as she nodded vacantly, eventually pulling her gaze from the tiled floor to look at him. She pointed to the smudge of blood on her cheek as she spoke. “I have my brothers blood on my face…I saw his-..I saw his insides, outside..When he climbed through the broken window.” Her eyes began to glaze over with tears before she sniffed, wiping the tip of her nose with the back of her wrist before turning her back to him to place her used glass in the sink.

OddThomas: Zane watched her as she chugged the milk then stared at him absently, then the floor then up again. When she pointed to her cheek, he winced and nodded slowly, watching as the tears started to form in her eyes. He realized he couldn't tell what color her eyes were because of all the black around them. Frowning slightly, Zane stared at her back when she turned around for a long moment before he moved up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, locking her arms against her chest. "I'm sorry about your brother, Bea." He whispered into her hair.

pixiemilk: A few of her tears spilled over as she had her back to him, quickly wiping them away as she heard his footsteps approaching her, pinning her arms to her chest as he wrapped his around her. Although she’d wiped her tears her voice was shaky and a little congested as she spoke. “..Well..He was a prick anyway..” She said in her usual fashion of wanting to appear a lot stronger emotionally than she actually was. “..You can let me go, I don’t do the soft..Emotional stuff..” People being affectionate to her always felt foreign, not that she didn’t like it, it was just different than what she was used to. She glanced over her shoulder to him, her green eyes studying him a little better now she began to sober up some. “Besides, other people have lost a lot more than I have..So I’m over it..” She said naively, always believing that a small cry can solve her grief and give her closure.

OddThomas: His grip loosened but he didn't let go. His face was tilted down to her when she looked over her shoulder at him, his hazel eyes meeting her green ones. "It's okay to be sad, Bea. You shouldn't minimize your grief because it's a shared human experience. It can still just be your experience." Letting her go now, he took a step back and reached across himself to rub his shoulder. "I'm sorry if I invaded your space or made you uncomfortable." He said, pushing his hand under the collar of his shirt and rubbing his skin. "I think I'll take that shower now." With that he turned to leave the kitchen and find the larger bathroom again.

pixiemilk: She heard his words and diverted her gaze as though she had to think about it for a while. She turned to face him as he let her go, her eyes studying over him as he spoke. “You don’t make me uncomfortable..I’m just..Not used to people being..Nice, I guess..” She said before he spoke of getting a shower, she nodded. “Yeah, yeah..You look shit and you smell a bit.” She teased on a smirk before she watched him leave. Waiting until he was in the bathroom she entered the bedroom, grabbing at the makeup wipes on the vanity she had no doubt one of her brothers side pieces had left behind, trailing the wipe over the splotches and freckles of blood she’d collected over her face

OddThomas: He'd given her a smile at her joke. In the bathroom, he fiddled with the handles for a bit until he'd taken the chill out of the water then stripped and got in. He let the water run down him and almost fell asleep standing up, relaxing under the cool stream. When his forehead hit the wall he woke up and washed himself off. He couldn't have been in there more than 15 minutes before he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his old clothes bunched in his hand.

pixiemilk: She scooped up the used bloodied wipes, ready to throw them away. Her eyes caught Zanes as he re-emerged from the bathroom, her eyes studying over his torso for a moment before she diverted her gaze on a subtle blush on her pale skin. “I-.Uh-..I’m sorry..I didn’t think you’d be that fast..” She said as she kept her eyes anywhere but on him, not wanting him to feel ogled at.

OddThomas: Zane stopped short to see her in the room, mostly because he wasn't expecting to walk to her sitting there. Reaching up his free hand, he rolled the double piercings in his nose and wiggled his nose with a slight sniffle and chuckled at her words, winging his arms out to look himself over. "I think I got all the stink." His arms, back and chest were covered in tattoos. He was one massive geometric mess from one wrist to the next. Beads of water were still running out of his long hair and down his neck. Hooking a hand into the front of his towel, the other held up the bunch of his clothes. "This boat seems to have everything, I'm hoping I can wash these. Maybe steal some underwear from your brother."

pixiemilk: Her eyes couldn’t help themselves but to take in the tattoos on his skin, blinking a couple of times before it sank into her brain how it must look like she was checking him out, quickly diverting them and even taking the choice to turn herself around, sitting with her back to him to allow him some privacy. Her hand rubbing over the back of her neck as she stuttered over her words in response to him. “I-I-I-..Uhm..Uh-…Yeah I mean..I’ve hand washed things before, my brothers uhm-..His wardrobe is basically under the bed, it’s hydraulic, so if you lift the bed base up, the clothes are all-..All folded..Under there..” She said before she quickly scooped the packet of wipes up, the plastic packaging crinkling as she made a quick exit to fully give him the space he needed to dry off and get clean clothes on. She instead took herself to the bathroom to access the mirror, wiping off her dark makeup, her cheeks puffing up a little as she felt she looked far worse without it, but it needed to come off

OddThomas: It was on the second sweep of her eyes that he noticed her looking at him and suddenly felt almost guilty for not doubling back into the bathroom. But, he made a mental note not to assault her with his half nakedness anymore, especially after she turned away and her speech was a little choppy. Tossing his dirty clothes onto the floor, he reached for the bed and pulled it up as she was talking. Grabbing underwear, he pulled that on under the towel then let it fall and looked through the rest of the stuff, picking at the back of the pants to see if he and her brother were remotely the same size. For now, he pulled on a pair of sweats and a white shirt that was a little snug. Pulling at the neck, he laughed to himself quietly thinking that soon enough, when they ran out of food, he would slim down enough to fit this stuff. Behind him, he heard her go into the bathroom and shut the door. Not wanting to make her feel even more uncomfortable, he picked up his old clothes, closed the bed and left the room to look for something like a laundry closet.

pixiemilk: She stepped from the bathroom as he left the bedroom, giving him a half smile as she felt bare without her dark makeup on. Walking back into the bedroom she lifted the mattress back up and grabbed comfortable clothes of her own, tugging the fabric from her before she slipped a grey hoodie over her torso and some shorts over her legs. She re-emerged and found him looking around for something, she smiled softly before holding out her hand. “Pass em here, I’ll throw them into the tub and hand wash them once we’ve accumulated enough stuff.” She said before tilting her head up to him a little. “You any good at cooking?” She quizzed cheekily on a smirk

OddThomas: He closed a random closet when he heard her voice and turned his head to look down at her, his eyes pausing her face. She looked radically different without make up. Not in a bad way, just he could see her eyes more and she looked more... vulnerable? Going to hand her the clothes, his hand pulled back, "In the tub? What if I want a bubble bath before then?" He asked with a grin, then handed her the clothes. At her question he shrugged, "I mean, I've made it this far on my cooking. What are you feeling for?"

pixiemilk: She let a soft laugh slip to his joke about the tub, a first for her since the chaos began. “You literally just showered, I’m sure you can miss out on a bath for one day, pretty boy.” She teased him in return before holding the bunch of his clothes in her hand. “I’ve a hankering for that chicken y’know? I also picked up a box of rice, it’s like that..Boil in the bag stuff? You just stick it in a pot of boiling water and it’ll cook, one bag should do us both if you like chicken and rice that is?” She said before she wandered off a short distance to dump his clothes into the tub, quickly returning to him in the corridor. “I can set the deck up to make it more..Dining-y?” She said on a raised brow and crooked smile, unsure of her new word

OddThomas: A smile cracked his features at her laugh and he leaned on the wall, tugging the neck of the shirt again. When she called him 'pretty boy' his brow went up and his smile shifted into a teasing smirk. Zane could get fat on being petted and called pretty. "I think you're pretty too." His head was bobbing to request for dinner, all of which was doable considering what they'd managed to get away with. Pushing off the wall, he was gonna head for the kitchen when she walked off but she came back so quickly he nearly crashed into her. Putting his hand on her shoulder, he stopped short and laughed at her suggestion. "Is that your way of asking me out?" Lifting his hand off her shoulder to his chin, he mused, gazing up at the ceiling. "I do have dinner with me tonight and I really shouldn't cancel that again. And I have a meeting at 7. Oh and there is that whole thing about solving world peace at 7:30. But you know what? Fuck it. I'd love to get dining-y with you."

pixiemilk: She nearly came face first with his chest until he halted her by putting his hand onto her shoulder, she looked up at him and pursed her lips to stifle her smirk before diverting her gaze. “I mean..I wasn’t asking that but if you have a date with someone else I suppose I’ll have to just dine alone.” She teased him before he had teased her back on his imaginary arrangements. “Christ, I didn’t know Id be stuck on a yacht with the CEO of world peace, I’d have made more of an effort.” She said on a grin before tucking some of her long braids behind her ear. “You need any help in the kitchen though?” She quizzed him, knowing that decorating the deck weather providing, wouldn’t take her long

OddThomas: His hand came to his chest when she said she didn't asked him to have a date and he feigned hurt but smiled at her. "I mean, to be fair, I didn't know your name until we were in a stolen car on our way to steal a yacht." Shaking his head, Zane lifted his gaze over her head to the kitchen, half thinking about making food and taking a closer inventory of what they had when he said, "You don't have to help but I do like the company." His eyes fell to her once more before shifted a little and moved passed her to the kitchen. "I'll get started." He said moving to the kitchen to familiarize himself with where everything was before took out the chicken, washed it and seasoned it. Setting it aside, he put water to boil and took out a can of spinach. It rolled in his large hand as he debated with himself for a moment but then he saw the butter dish on the counter and decided to go with it. Heating up a pan he started to cook the chicken and soon the water was boiling so he put the rice in while he looked through the other canned goods, periodically checking the chicken.

pixiemilk: She playfully rolled her eyes to him. “Hey! The yacht isn’t stolen, it’s just..Not directly mine, my brother was the favoured child, christ knows why.” She explained before smiling to him as he mentioned liking the company. “Well go get started then and I’ll join you shortly.” She said before giving his bicep a soft slap before she scooted past him and headed up the steps to the deck, opening up the storage door to grab a table and chairs, setting a table cloth over it. She glanced up at the sky, finding herself amused all things considering that it looked pretty gorgeous, oranges and pinks mixing in with the few white and translucent clouds. She quickly took herself to her brothers bedroom and grabbed his portable stereo, her hand scooping up a couple of cassettes as they both appreciated the more old school way of things, taking them back up to the deck and placing them under the table, should there be any awkward silences at least the music could fill the void. She took herself to the kitchen and (c)
pixiemilk: inhaled deeply as the scent of his cooking hit her nose. “Fuck me..That smells real fucking good.” She said enthusiastically on a pleased smirk to him before she leaned over to watch the chicken sizzle in the pan. “Looks fucking good too.” She praised as she glanced over to him, unable to contain her potty mouth sometimes. “Need help with anything?”

OddThomas: Zane glanced up at her while he was pouring the can of spinach into another pan and smiled, happy she felt that way. He added a dollop of butter then some salt and pepper and started to stir it slowly, watching the greens darken and soften. Using his free hand, he flipped the chicken in the pan and lowered the heat, then shut the heat off under the rice and just let it simmer the rest of the way. Shaking his head to her question, he asked, "How's the weather looking? Also, can we still land from here? How long do you really think we can survive on this thing?" He bit his lip, cutting himself off. "Sorry. My minds been running. I'm glad we're okay and I really should just let it be right now."

pixiemilk: She watched him intently as he cooked for them both, resting her back against the edge of the kitchen worktop as he continued to shift from one pan to another. She folded her arms as he spoke, halting her words as he continued, pulling her gaze from him as she felt guilty that she ended up taking them a little further out than intended because of her addiction. “Uh..The weathers mild, the sky is relatively clear..And I can make out the marina..It just looks..Smaller than I anticipated.” She shook her head to him. “No, don’t be. I..I dropped the ball with taking us this far out..But if we stay anchored here there’s enough fuel to get us back, but we will need to find more fuel to fill her up with on returning.”

OddThomas: While she spoke, he shut the stove off and started to dish everything out onto two plates he had sitting nearby with utensils already on them. "I figure we stay here until we run out of food or hate each other. Then we can head back in and see if shit calmed down. Wanna grab some napkins and drinks? I'm good with water." He said nodding to the door after putting the dishes in the sink and picking up the two plates. "Hey... This think probably has a CB radio right? We could lock into a military channel and listen for updates."

pixiemilk: She nodded before grabbing two glasses, filling them with some bottled water from the fridge. “Yeah so mean, I just know that out here we aren’t going to get ambushed by anything too sinister. Bandits are always a possibility if they have the means to get this far but, I highly doubt they’d bother to take that risk.” She said before picking up the glasses, looking to him as he continued. “Yeah there should be one in the wheelhouse, we can take a look later.” She said on a smile before she moved to open the kitchen door with her back, holding it open for him so he could carry the plates to the deck. “The tables set just past the steps, can’t miss it really.”
pixiemilk: Yeah I mean*

OddThomas: He moved out of the kitchen, his head bobbing as he took in her words. At the table he put the plates down and waited for her to join, his hand on the back of one of the chairs, his face to the sky just taking in the fresh air while he had it. After a moment he turned and looked for the shore, it was a thin line on the horizon but enough to give them an idea of direction back to land. Maybe the CB radio would be a tomorrow thing. He didn't really want any horrible new flooded the relative peace they had cultivated after surviving just getting on the boat but he knew they couldn't avoid it forever. She was right, bandits were a possibility and he didn't know if they had anything to protect themselves with against competent, aggressive assholes. Throwing himself into a chair, he picked up his water and held it up to her. "To surviving."

pixiemilk: She smiled as he put the plates down as she got to the top step, placing the glasses of water down onto the table before she sat down opposite him, the orange glow of the sunset painting the deck beautifully. She held her glass up to him on a smirk. “To surviving the biggest shit show to date.” She took a sip before placing her glass down, grabbing her knife and fork before digging into the chicken, rice and spinach, chewing it down quickly as she felt famished. She looked up to him as she spoke. “This is really fucking good, where have you been all my life?” She asked on a chuckle before taking another mouthful of it, swallowing too fast from enjoying it so much she began to hiccup.

OddThomas: Zane chuckled and took a drink of his water. Then his actions mimicked hers but he wasn't moving as fast since he'd had that can of fruit before passing out. Putting his hand in front of his mouth, he chuckled to her question and said, "I dunno about all your life but for a good minute I was just down the hall." She started to hiccup and he motioned to her water. "Slow down. When was the last time you ate?"

pixiemilk: She smirked at him as he mentioned only being down the hall, her eyes darting to her glass when he motioned to it, reluctantly putting her knife and fork down to take a sip, regulating her breaths to correct her hiccups. She looked to him a little vacant on the thought, when did she even last eat? She instead lied to him on a shrug. “I had breakfast, this morning.” Truth being she was too busy picking up and using to care for her bodies actual needs. “I uh-..I might need that straight jacket y’know, or at least a makeshift one. I’m kinda worried about getting through tonight..” She said before taking another mouthful of food

OddThomas: "Sure you did." He said with a playful scoff. He was about half way through his food when he put his knife and fork down and picked up his water, taking a drink and putting it down but keeping his hand around it. He regarded for a moment, chewing on the corner of his mouth. Prior to the world going up in flames he smoked quite a bit but he'd never gotten into the hard stuff even if he had come across it a few times. Snorted a line to two at a party here and there but it was never his thing. He couldn't fathom needing something like that to function. More importantly, he wasn't sure how to help her. "We'll figure it out." He said firmly, taking another drink of water. "I'm sure eating and staying hydrated will help."

pixiemilk: She also took a break as he halted to have a drink, giving a soft shrug to his words. “I’ve had to support friends through it before..Before it was as big of an issue for me as it is now. They get night sweats, hallucinate, get angry, try to bargain with you over getting a hit, scream, cry..It..It’s intense..Usually it’s a lock in type of situation..” She said before she picked up her knife and fork again, stabbing into the last piece of chicken and scooping up the few grains of rice left before slipping it into her mouth. “I can only apologise in advance..” She spoke with her hand hovering over her mouth, her personality conflicting sometimes to her lifestyle, she knew how to be polite, use manners, yet acted as common as they came, had a rough around the edges appearance and had a heroin habit, but partly owned a yacht. She could see how it didn’t make much sense from the outside looking in.

OddThomas: He nodded. "Noted. I'll try not to take it personally." He said somewhat flatly as if he were already distancing himself and expecting the worse. But fatigue was starting to set in again as he finished his food and left his knife and fork close together across the plate. Zane probably didn't make much sense either. He was tatted, pierced and lived on the almost shit side of town. But he was clean, kept to himself for the most part despite constantly craving physical attention and affection. For all intents and purposes, he was alone in the world. He had friends here and there, but they came and went with the wind much like he did. Sitting back in his chair, he stared down at his hand, rubbing his fingertips together in thought. All of that was gone now. The chance of catching up to friend in this mess was slim to none. What little connection he had to this world was gone. His brows pinched together at the thought then he snapped out of it looking up at her. "How was your food?"

pixiemilk: She pursed her lips as he spoke bluntly to her, pulling her gaze from him as he looked to be deep in thought, not wanting to interrupt that. She began to grab the plates and stack them before placing all the cutlery on top before he caught her attention, slowing her down a little as she replied. “Compliments to the chef.” She said on a faint smile before she stood up and took the plates away, taking them down the steps and into the kitchen, she ran the water and washed them off with a sudsy sponge, placing them on the drying rack, wanting to keep the place clean for them both. She headed back up to the deck, her brows furrowing a little as it already seemed dark, stars beginning to scatter over the sky, the automatic lights on the boat having turned on without her noticing. She rested her arms over the railing of the yacht, glancing down at the water as it brushed against the bottom of the boat, the moonlight making it twinkle as the soft sloshing soothed her somewhat.

OddThomas: Zane smiled at her compliment, but his eyes were still a little distant. When she left to clean the dishes, he picked up the table and folded the table cloth. It took him a moment but he found where it all went and put it away. Then he picked up his jacket and shoes from the bench by the bow and took them to the room, hanging them up and putting them away. As he was coming out of the room, he saw her head up to the deck and cut the bathroom to throw some cold water on his face and wash away this lingering emotional state that was threatening to wash over him. Pulling off that tight shir, he looked himself over. There was a bruise forming under the dark marking of his tattoo where he shouldered the guy from earlier and kept smacking himself during the scuffles. And he was lucky to just have that. He poked it and checked to see how far it went before coming out of the bathroom and heading up to the deck, finding her by the railing looking down. His gaze followed hers, but he couldn't see over the side from where he was, so he moved up beside her and crossed his arms loosely on the railing, looking down into the dark glittering water and just let the silence linger between them.

pixiemilk: She subtly looked to her side as he stood next to her, before she glanced out to the sea, enjoying the quiet after the day they’d had. She eventually broke the silence as she kept her gaze on the water. “When we go back..Do you want to look for anyone?..” She asked curiously, able to tell he had a lot on his mind after dinner, wondering to herself if he knew the fates of his loved ones yet, if he had seen any of them the way she saw her brother, or if he had no idea and potentially needed closure

OddThomas: Her voice broke the silence around them and through the million and one thoughts running rampant in his mind. Shifting his weight, Zane lifted his thumb to his mouth and bit his nail, thinking about her question for a moment before shrugging, then wincing slightly. He stood up fully, drumming his hands on the railing and said, "I wouldn't know where to start. I guess when we go back, I'll have a better idea. What about you? Was it just you and your brother?"

pixiemilk: She saw his discomfort to her question as he fidgeted and bit his thumb nail, perhaps to stop himself getting emotional. She listened to him purposefully before she reached her hand to his shoulder, giving it a comforting rub before he asked her. “I-..I have nobody else. It was just me and him, and now it’s..Just me.” She said quietly before letting a sigh slip from her lungs. “I mean I had friends but..Not good ones. Not the type of people I’d go back for or risk my life for at least.” She said knowing if anything, they would be on the look out for her because of the boat. She pulled her hand from his shoulder and rubbed her eyes with the back of her knuckle. “Did you..Wanna have the bed? I’m happy to take the couch.”

OddThomas: Zane hissed in pain when she rubbed his shoulder, then sort of laughed uncomfortably, taking a step back from her, then a step forward when he heard her words. "I have friends but they are... not the kind of people to stay in one place. I think looking for them would be more danger than it's worth. So yeah... It's just me now too." Rubbing a hand across his stomach to keep from messing with his shoulder, Zane stepped to the side and motioned down the stairs. "Take the bed. I can sleep anywhere."

pixiemilk: She had a melancholic expression on her face to his words, feeling sorry for him that his friends, if still alive, had likely packed up and moved out pretty quickly. She gave a soft nod to his words before she responded almost on a whisper. “I-..I’m a little scared if I’m honest…Could you stay in the room with me?..” She asked curiously before she nearly retracted her words. “Well I mean, you’re under no obligation to, and I don’t want you to feel bad for saying no, I just-..I think it would help me to know somebody is close..That as soon as I wake up if things get hard, I’m not alone.”

OddThomas: He had to lean in a little bit to catch her response, seeing her mouth moving but not hearing much over the tumble of the waves around them. Then she sort of fumbled and started to double back on her request quickly. In truth, he would have prefered to sleep with her out of sheer need to be close to someone but he didn't know her well enough to ask without coming off as a creep. Arching a brow at her, he asked, "You're not gonna kick me in your sleep or try to stab me when you wake up and forget you asked me to be there, are you?"

pixiemilk: She laughed heartily to his words and shook her head. “I might even need you to spend the night spooning me so I can’t do anything stupid to get a fix..I feel like I’m throwing you into the deep end here, I am really sorry.” She said feeling guilty and genuinely apologetic, she never intended to have the addiction, just the paths of her life had unfortunately led her to it. “..So..Fancy sharing a bed with a heroin addict going through withdrawals?..”

OddThomas: "I don't mind." He said, going to shrug then stopping himself. "Really, you don't have to keep apologizing. Whatever you have left on the boat is gonna be your last. You're going through rehab whether we like it or not. So, I guess we better just get right with that." He motioned down the stairs again. "Go ahead and settle in. I need to make a pit stop in the kitchen." Waiting for them to both head down, Zane detoured to the kitchen and rummaged around until he found a ziplock bag and filled it with ice. He couldn't help but think how much of a luxury it was to be able to make an ice pack at the moment and how it wouldn't be long before the fridge was no good to them anymore. Plopping the bag on his shoulder, he moved to the bedroom and dropped down on the edge of the bed. "You a cover hog?"

pixiemilk: She smiled at his words of comfort, though she knew she’d never stop apologising, it was definitely going to be a bumpy few weeks ahead for them, her withdrawals just another hurdle they’d have to navigate. She nodded before heading down the steps, opening the bedroom door and climbing into the bed, she tugged at her hoodie a little, hoping her sleeping self wouldn’t undress when she began to get too hot now she was sharing a bed with him. She watched him enter as she tugged the covers up to her chest, letting out a soft hum. “I can’t make any promises not to be.” She teased before she lay herself down on the one side of the big double bed. “Make sure you shut the door behind yourself..”

OddThomas: He smirked and got up, shutting the door. The click of the door latching was suddenly very loud in the quiet of the room. His hand was still on the door when he looked over to see her in the bed with the covers pulled up to her neck; she was a tiny little bump on the bed. Moving his gaze from her to the floor, he moved back the side of the bed and put his ice pack on the side before laying back and putting his arm over his stomach and the ice pack on his shoulder again. There was maybe two inches between them. The covers on his side of the bed were pushed down and crumpled between their feet. Reaching over with his good arm, the one closest to her, he patted her arm. "Sweet dreams, Bea." That was one helluva a hopeful plea to the universe on her behalf after the day they had.

pixiemilk: She rolled herself over to face him as he climbed into bed, her gaze softening as she didn’t realise how hurt his shoulder was until he placed the ice pack down. “We will take a good luck at it tomorrow, poppet.” She whispered gently, as if any loud noise would break him. She leaned in a little, resting her head on his good shoulder as she closed her eyes. “Goodnight, sweet dreams Zane..I better be seeing you in the morning for breakfast.” She teased sleepily on a half smirk

OddThomas: Zane didn't remember falling asleep but all of a sudden he was blinking awake. His arm was dead and the other shoulder was wet and cold. He groaned a little and went to move, only to remember that Bea was curled up against his, so he just stretched his arm under her and tried not to wake her. Laying there, he stared at the cieling and wondered how long they slept for. Lifting his bruised arm, the ice pack that had melted slipped off his shoulder and glopped onto the floor, leaving a streak of water on his arm, but the bruise seemed to have died down a bit and his arm was stiff but not as sore. Turning his head, he nudged Bea's thick nest of dreads with his nose and whispered, "Wakey wakey."

pixiemilk: Her mouth rested open, a little drool seeping from her lips and down her cheek, it seemed she needed her sleep far more than anything else she could’ve had. She clasped her lips shut as something disrupted her snoozing, her hand lazily coming to her face, half bothering to rub her eyes before going limp once again before she snorted, thrusting her brain into gear as she bolted up. “Fuck off..” She murmured on a frown before taking in her surroundings, eventually glancing over her shoulder to see Zane. “Oh..Mornin’..” She said a little huskily from her heavy rest. She took her palm to her cheek, frowning once again as she wiped the drool from her skin, closing her eyes for a short period before reopening them to disturb the early morning blur on her lens. “I hope I didn’t disturb you too much last night..” She said as she rubbed the back of her neck, her own skin a little damp from her sweating, the faintly wet fabric against her skin made her shiver from the air making it rest cool against her.

OddThomas: "I would if you would let me get away." Zane said with a chuckle, propping up on his elbows when she sat up and pointing to the little sliver of drool running down his peck from where she had her head. Once she saw it, he wiped his peck and rolled his neck. "Morning, sunshine." Sitting up completely, he stretched, wincing a little from his shoulder and rotating it. "You couldn't have disturbed me. We didn't even move. Sorry, I had to wake you, my arm was dead. Breakfast?" He was up and off the bed, rubbing the back of his neck and heading for the door.

pixiemilk: She raised her brow to him on a smirk at his words. “I sleep like the dead, excuse the pun.” She would tease back before wiping over her lips with the back of her wrist after he wiped his pec. “Sorry-..I didn’t realise I was such a dribbler, I got up a couple times to give myself a cold wash down, which probably helped the bed not be completely saturated in Bea juice.” She gave an enthusiastic nod to his question, if breakfast was anything like the dinner they’d had the night prior, she was fully ready to embrace the hiccups again. “Breakfast sounds pretty good to me, I could eat an ‘oss.” She said before correcting herself so he knew what she meant. “Horse..” She climbed from the bed and stretched, arching her back with her arms in the air, wincing slightly as her limbs quietly crunched.

OddThomas: "I've seen My Fair Lady. I knew what you meant." Zane said, looking over his shoulder at her with a wink. Then he headed into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face before heading to the kitchen. There was a carton of eggwhites on the door of the fridges so he took those out and some bacon. Might as well what was left use all the left overs in the fridge before they went bad and save as much of the canned stuff for later. So he searched around around a little more and found a box of pancake mix. There was milk in the fridge, so he went again and started up the stove as he leaned against the counter, mixing the pancake batter.

pixiemilk: She waited for him to finish up in bathroom before going in herself to brush her teeth, the white toothpaste messily frothing up out of her mouth before she would spit and rinse off her brush, throwing some of her water to clear the minty suds from her lips before looking at herself in the mirror on a ‘Ouf..’. She opened the cabinet and grabbed an eyeliner one of her brothers conquests must’ve left behind, using it to line her upper eyelid, it wasn’t a full face of makeup but it was better than nothing to her. She moved to the kitchen and rested up against the counter as he prepped breakfast. “Anything I can do to help?” She quizzed before she began to rummage through the cupboards, withdrawing tea bags and coffee grains. “Ouh I have tea and coffee? Fancy a brew, treacle?” She asked, putting on an incredibly British accent in the process

OddThomas: He noticed the sharp liner on her eyes when she came back into the kitchen with him and smiled thoughtfully. Shaking his head to her question, he watched as she found tea and coffee. "I'm not really big on either." Pausing his stirring, he laid some bacon in the heated pan and went back to it. "Actually, if you could find some paper towels that'd be great." Putting the batter down, he took the plates they used last night off the drying rack and put them down, then took down another plate just for the bacon. The second pan was heated enough, so he started to pour out the pancake mix, having to do one little cake at a time. While he was waiting he flipped the bacon. "How do you like yours? Crispy? Squishy?"

pixiemilk: She let out a dramatic gasp to his words. “No hot beverage?! What is wrong with y’e man?!” She yelped out before chuckling. “Well just me for tea then.” She said before beginning to prep herself a mug, then flicking the kettle on. She opened one of the cupboards, putting her hand on paper towels then handing them over to him as he began to pour out the pancake mix. “Crispy is the best, like yknow when it’s crunchy? If it was a steak it would be well done.” She said on a smile before she quickly vacated the kitchen, planning on setting the table and chairs up on the deck before she pouted, the rain soaking the outside of the boat. She returned to the kitchen on a deflated sigh. “Well..Breakfast alfresco isn’t in the cards.” She said as she wandered to the mug on the side, the kettle flicking off as it boiled before she poured the water into the mug.

OddThomas: He took the papertowels from her and laid a few on the third plate to soak up the bacon grease and nodded to her request. "Crispy it is." Before he could say anything else, she had left the kitchen. When she returned looking sad, he frowned, then smirked at her reason for a pouty face. "Why not?" He asked, taking out the bacon and laying it on the plate, then the first pancake he put on her plate and poured out another. "Shit, is there even any syrup or honey in here?"

pixiemilk: She stirred the tea before leaving it to brew for a moment as she fetched the milk, glancing over to him as he asked. “It’s raining, I don’t know about you but I don’t want rainwater bacon.” She said before she peered over his shoulder at the food, licking her lips as she felt herself salivating over it all, his words grabbing her attention as she looked up at him. “Uhh..I will get back to you on that.” She spoke as she left his side, setting the milk down before she began to rummage through the cupboards once again, her hand shifting a few things aside, the odd jar of spice, bag of sugar, the things that typically didn’t get mouldy. She stood on her tiptoes as she reached for the back, withdrawing a plastic bottle of syrup. “Ah! Syrup!” She said loudly on a turn to face him, her smile a little goofy but a genuine one nonetheless. She took the syrup over to him before returning to her tea, finally adding the milk before putting it back into the fridge.

OddThomas: "Rainwater bacon. Yeah, never had it but I think I'll pass." He said with a soft chuckle. Then her tiny frame crowded his space to get a glimpse of his cooking and he turned his head to look down at her with a smile. He flipped another pancake onto a plate and poured out another set of batter while she searched for syrup and luckily came up with some. "Oh, win. We're gonna have a great breakfast rain or not." Becaue the pan was hot now, the pancakes were cooking a little faster and he could flip it already. Stepping away form teh stove, he washed and dried the pan he used for the bacon, then put it back on the stove, dolloped some butter into it, and then poured out some of the egg whites and seasoned them lightly, letting them cook a little before stirring them up. "Almost done." He said flipping out the pancake and pouring the last of the batter.

pixiemilk: She rested the small of her back against the kitchen worktop, mug in her two hands as she took a small sip. “Yeah..I mean, people have breakfast in bed right?” She asked more so out of genuine curiosity than asking a rhetoric question. She watched him as he continued, giving a gentle nod as he spoke again. “There is the lounge I didn’t show you yet even, suppose we could eat there. My brother always used to kick me out because ‘if you stain my white couch Im gonna kick your fuckin’ ass.’.” She quoted him, adding a slight American twang to the words since that was how he spoke.

OddThomas: "I could serve you breakfast in bed. There's probably a tv in there right? I wonder if all the towers are out yet." The last part he sort of mused to himself. Finishing up, he flicked off stove and pushed the last pancake onto the plate and divvied up the eggs between them. Hearing her interaction between herself and her brother, Zane glanced back at her while he put the pans in the sink and ran some water over them. "Interesting interactions with your brother you have." Wiping his hands with a paper towel, he nodded to the door. "Foods ready. Lounge or bed?"

pixiemilk: She gave a nod to his words. “Yeah there’s a tv, I doubt anything is showing though..” She said not getting her hopes up. “Besides, you don’t have to serve me breakfast in bed, I’ll help you carry the plates in and we can just..Be normal human beings for a bit.” She said on a smile before taking another sip as she watched him divvy up the eggs, pulling her lips from the mugs rim as he spoke. “Mm.” She hummed before gulping the tea in her mouth. “I told you he was a prick, I wasn’t joking.” She said before setting her cup down to grab some plates. “Let’s go for the bedroom, I’m excited, I’ve never eaten breakfast in bed before.” She said excitedly, moving to the door and holding it open with her back for him.

OddThomas: Zane let his eyes roam over her when she said he didn't have to serve her, her tiny hands on the mug and how happy she seemed to be by little things. As she went on talking, she answered the question he was going to ask her and he didn't move when she moved to the kitchen door. "Go get in bed. I'll be in in minute." He said, moving to the door and crowding her space so she didn't have a chance to get back in the kitchen. He even stepped out into the hall and made sure she went into the room before he went back into the kitchen and found a tray. Giving each plate a serving of bacon, he put the plates on the tray, poured himself some water and prepped a little tea set in case she wanted more before heading to the room and using his foot open the doors for himself. Tapping the bedroom door with his foot, he said, "Ready or not, here I am."

pixiemilk: She tilted her head a little at him on a gaze, she attempted a stern frown but it just resulted in her gaze softening and her lips pouting, as if silently begging him to let her help. She soon realised he wasn’t a push over, handing him the plates back that she took as she spoke “Fine.” She said softly through her pout before she vanished into the bedroom, she made the bed up for them both, fluffing the pillows before his foot tapping caught her attention. She got off the bed and held the door open for him as he held the big tray of food, her hand rubbing over her chest a little before it hid itself on the inside of her sleeve timidly, her eyes taking in the whole display silently. “This looks amazing, Zane..Thank you.” She said appreciatively before getting out of his way, sitting herself down cross legged on the bed to make sure there would be plenty of space for the tray and plates, gently patting the space beside her.

OddThomas: There was a quiet pause when she opened the door and he wasn't sure exactly how to read her reaction. For a half a second, he thought maybe he made her uncomfortable again but then nodded to her thanks and nodded to the bed. When she settled down, he moved into the room and set the tray down in front of her. About to sit down, he hopped up and held a hand out to her to stay there. "Hang on. I forgot something." Striding out of the room he disappeared into the kitchen for a few minutes before returning. He held out a paper flower to her. It was awkwardly made out of a paper towel and the petals were stained red from ketcup and the stem kinda green from matcha powder he found. "Every breakfast tray always has a flower."

pixiemilk: She looked to him as he left the bedroom, the smell of lush the food making her feel even hungrier. Her eyes clocked him as he came back in, she couldn’t help but smile gleefully as he held out the paper towel flower to her, she wasn’t even one for ketchup but she couldn’t refuse that it was very cute of him. “Zane that-..Is so..Creatively sweet.” She said on a warm smile before a hearty chuckle escaped her. “Though feel free to dip your bacon into the petals if you need ketchup, just don’t crumple my petals too much.” She teased him before placing it down gently onto the tray. She handed him his knife and fork before taking hers in her one hand, her other reaching for the remote and turning on the tv on the wall at the end of the bed. “Here’s to hoping.” She said as the screen loaded up, cutting a small portion of her pancake with her fork before scooping it into her mouth, the insides of her brows raising a little as the screen filled with static. “Well..Channel one is dead.”

OddThomas: He smiled back at her, happy his last minute gesture got the response it did. "You're welcome." His weight sagged the bed a bit as he settled in beside her, leaning back on the headboard and resting his plate in his lap, ankles crossed. "I'll be delicate with your flower." A cough left him, "I mean... The paper one. The one with the ketchup." Smirking kinda sheepishly, he stopped talking in order to not make it worse. He took the utensils from her and nodded at the static on screen. "Eh, it was worth a shot. I guess you'll just have to talk to me."

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She looked to him as he mentioned her ‘flower’, halting her chews for a moment before she spoke. “As opposed to..My other flower..Which is euphemism for what exactly?..”She quizzed him, acting unknowing to further see him squirm a little. She began to flick through the channels, the fifth managing to show some form of a broadcast, but it was extremely bright, barely audible, and riddled with static. “I can’t make head nor tails of this one..” She said on squinting her eyes, only vaguely spotting the outline of a new reporter at a desk.

Zane nearly choked when she asked him to explain himself. His eyes cut to her face to see if she was being serious. "You've seriously never heard that before? It just means... you know... I mean... it's usually used in reference to taking someone's virginity. Not that I think you're a virgin... I mean... not not being one is fine too.." He snatched up his water and downed half of it as her attention shifted to the tv. "Yeah, I can't see anything useful either."

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She would look to him with a deadpan expression as he tried to explain himself, unable to stop her lips curling into a smirk at his panicked explanation. Glancing to him still from her peripheral as he drank his water. “I’m fucking with you, I know what it means. You’re oddly beguiling when you’re all worked up and flustered.” She teased him before ditching the fork to pick up some of her crispy bacon, taking it to her lips before it made a crunch against her teeth, closing her mouth as she chewed. “So, TV is useless. I reckon we should hunt for real unnecessary stuff when we head back, like DVDs.” She said before glancing over to him on dropping the other half of the bitten bacon onto her tongue before chewing that down. “I’m enjoying this…Domestication thing. I’ve never had it before.” She said before grabbing her fork once again to cut another portion of pancake

He went back to eating, pushing eggs onto the fork with a slice of pancake and shaking his head at her teasing him again. "Welp, ya got me, but I'm not being deceptive. I just... trying not to overstep." His lips quirked up in a smile while he ate, occasionally taking a drink of his water. "Dvds? If there's a dvd player in here there's gotta be some dvds around." He said, thinking outloud. Putting his finished plate back on the tray, Zane sat back and laced his fingers over his bare stomach, looking over to her. "Your brother has a yacht but domestic shit is new to you?"

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She gave a soft shrug to his words. “I know you enough to know you’d never intentionally dismiss my boundaries or overstep. You’re not that guy.” She said before she ate the last of the bacon on her plate before digging into the eggs. She nodded to him, speaking with her mouth full but placing her hand over it as to not spit food everywhere. “Yeah there’s one built into the tv I think.” She said before she placed her fork down, dusting herself of imaginary crumbs and glancing down as he mentioned her brother. “Yeah..It’s a long story.” She said before putting her plate on top of his and swallowing down the egg in her mouth before using the teapot to pour herself a new cup

Zane watched the side of Bea's face while she ate. He was happy she trusted him and his effort had been recognized. Since he was done eating, he got up off the bed and went to the tv, opening some of the cabinets, looking for some DVDs. He was still listening as she spoke. Squatting down to look in the lower cabinets, Zane looked back at her. "Well, we have time but you don't have to share with me. We can talk about something else."

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She took a sip of the tea as he searched the cabinets, swallowing the liquid before biting at the skin on the inside of her cheek. She wanted to tell him but, she decided to hold off it, not wanting to ruin her own mood with it. “Maybe it’s a bedtime sorta story.” She said before taking another sip. “I think there’s some in the cupboards up here?” She said, using her one finger to point at the cabinets above her head, neatly placed closer to the ceiling than to the headboard of the bed. She placed her tea down on the beside table before she stood up onto the bed, timidly yanking her shorts down her slightly exposed backside to cover herself up a bit more. She pulled the cabinet door open and found stashes upon stashes of dvds. “Well, what are you feeling?” She asked as she glanced over her shoulder to him

Zane stood up and stretched after closing the cabinet. Moving back to the bed, he said, "Bedtime, got it." As he stretched back out on the bed, she got up and started to look in the cabinets above them, so he turned slightly on his side and loosely wrapped his fingers around her ankle just in case, because the mattress was kinda fluffy. "Let's watch something funny." He suggested, leaning on his forearm and yawning with the back of his free hand over his mouth. "Or something chill." He gaze drifted past her bare legs to the little porthole windows of the room that were spackled with rain. "One of my friends used to say this was the weather for ducks and lovers but it just makes me sleepy."

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She halted as he grabbed her ankle, taking her by surprise a little, but as it was him she didn’t mind so much. She heard his suggestion and searched on blowing a raspberry. “Superbad is funny slash chill right? I mean it’s humour for knuckle draggers but, I’m part knuckle dragger, I’m impartial.” She said before sliding it from the pile before hearing his words, her ankle wriggling a little to signal him to loosen his grip, as he did so she carefully climbed off the mattress, and then sticking the dvd into the side of the tv. She joined him back on the mattress, laying down beside him, her head tilting a little to look up at him as her long dreads undoubtably encroached on his space. “It makes me melancholic, then if it thunders on top of that, I get..” She halted before looking away from him. “I’m unbothered actually. Thunder doesn’t bother me at all.” She said completely correcting herself, always wanting to give the image of having a hard exterior, though deep down he likely knew her game already.

"Superbad sounds fine." He said letting her ankle go. Rolling onto his back, Zane yawned again and watched her as she came back to the bed. One arm slipped behind his head and the other stayed over his stomach, feeling her hair brushing along his arm. Glancing at her, it was almost like she was going to tell him something but then changed her mind. He took his hand out from behind his head and patted her knee. "It's alright Bea. What did you do with the remote?" He asked, trying to change the subject.

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She tilted her head once again as he spoke, letting out a hushed ‘Ouh!’ before reaching to the bedside table and grabbing it, handing it to him before she returned to it, opening the drawer and rummaging around it as she could feel herself begin to sweat and shiver. She gasped before letting an elated “Yes!” slip from her, grabbing a pack of Marlboro’s and a lighter. “Fancy sharing? Can make them last longer.” She asked before she leaned in to slip the butt of the cigarette between his lips and lighting the end of it, laying herself back down beside him, her head laying just at his bicep.

Zane smirked at her little noises, taking the remote from her and getting the movie to play, laying the remote on his chest once it started. Turning is head, he watched as she took out a cigarette and nodded to her, pinching the butt between his lips and inhaling when she burned the other end. Smoke curled from his nose as he exhaled and he lifted his arm from her leg to clip the butt between his fingers, holding it to her mouth as he blew out the rest from his lips and up into the air above their heads. "Your brother used this place to get laid a lot huh? Maybe we should have changed the sheets."

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She closed her eyes and took a deep inhale from the cigarette as he held it to her lips, gently holding his wrist to usher it back to his direction as she exhaled a little, her voice a little congested from the smoke still resting in her lungs as she spoke. “Thank fuck my brother was an over indulgent arsehole. We wouldn’t be this comfy back in the city.” She said as if it were a matter of fact, when she didn’t actually know for sure, but they had more odds on their side for survival being this far away from it. She fidgeted a lot, her withdrawals clearly distrusting her a little as she sat up and took off her hoodie to be cooler in her shirt, feeling suffocated in it as the beads of sweat began to gather on her chest, the nicotine at least distracting her from the harder stuff for now. She glanced over to him as he spoke. “He had maids for that shit. It was docked when we found it, they’d have been in after he was here last.”
disrupting *

"Thank fuck for that." He echoed her. And he meant it. Getting the boat had saved them a lot of running from half alive crazies and fighting with the alive ones over whatever resources were left. He shifted a little, taking another drag as she sat up and took her hoodie off. Little pearls of sweat were running her neck and Zane frowned not knowing how else to help her other than holding out the end of the of cigarette to her again. "And thank fuck for having maids and them not emptying out the fridge. Do you need anything?"

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She gripped the cigarette between her index and middle finger and slotted the butt between her teeth before inhaling handsfree, her own hands tackling tying her dreads back and out of the way, a few of the shorter stragglers making their way out of the tie and falling at her jawline as she exhaled the smoke, still gripping the butt between her teeth she spoke a little muffled. “Nah..I’m fine, I’m doing better than others have..Just sweaty and restless.” She finished before taking the butt from between her teeth with her index finger and thumb, handing it back to him. “Maybe I’ll have to do a fucking run of the boat or something, just to add to that smack head aesthetic y’know? Get rid of that crackhead energy.” She said on a smirk, able to joke about the things she knew were quite serious and problematic.

She took the smoke from him, and he sat up, putting the remote on the little table beside him before reaching for what was left of his water while she tied her hair back. He downed it and put the glass down before sorting the plates and stuff on the tray and pushing it closer to the end of the bed. "You could do that. We could also go and play in the rain. I haven't heard any thunder yet." Getting off the bed, he took the cigarette from her in the same hold and took a long drag, holding it in as he handed it back and picked up the tray. Looking away from her, he let it all out in a long, thick stream as he moved to the door and out of the room to the kitchen to wash up their dishes. As he was washing the last dish and putting it in the drying rack a thought struck him. Drying his hands in a towel, and leaving it open on the counter, Zane made his way back to the room.

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She watched him as he gathered everything together, smirking on a raised brow to him as he mentioned playing in the rain. “As long as you promise not to slip and do yourself an injury, I can’t be doing with you becoming a bed bound invalid.” She said before taking the cig back from him, nearing its end. She took the last drag of it and tilted her head back slightly to exhale before stubbing it out in the ashtray on the bedside table. She lay herself back on a stretch as he vanished into the kitchen, her knees resting bent with her feet flat to the mattress, idly knocking her knees together as she gazed to the tv, watching a little bit of the movie before he returned, which shifted her gaze to him.

"It'd be really embarrassing to have survived yesterday only to die by slipping in the rain." He'd said before leaving. When he came back, the thought he had had completely left his brain, causing him to pause in the doorway, half turn back, stare at the floor then finally look over at her as if he was going to say something but stopped. "Fucking ADHD. I was gonna tell you something and forgot." He scoffed at his own shit. "So where did we land on playing in the rain? Could be refreshing." He asked, leaning on the door jab and looking at her, his gaze getting caught on the motion of her knees knocking together absently.

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She smirked as he left, his words tickling her a little as a delayed laugh escaped her. She rested up on her elbows as he mentioned forgetting something he was going to tell her. “Owh, you can’t do that. That’ll now bug me more than it will you! Think hard my little cherub!” She pleaded dramatically before humming to his words on the thought. “Well I haven’t showered yet so, I suppose getting cold fun wet before warm wet is better than just warm wet..All depending on your persuasion.” She joked on a smirk before willing her body up from the mattress, standing in front of him at the doorway. “Let’s have a look at this sodding rain then.” She said keeping her smile but acting begrudged over it.

"I'm thinking! I'm thinking!" Zane said with a chuckle. "It's gonna bug me too... until I get distracted and forget." And distraction came pretty quickly when she started talking about the rain, her words more salacious then his and it seemed like she intended them that way when he had truly just blurted something out without thinking. It made him grin down at her, backing down the hall to the stairs up to the deck. "I can be persuaded into alot of things. But then again, so can you." He went up the stairs and rain immediately started to soak his hair. She was right, it was cold, making his skin prickle but there was a sort of fresh chill to it that made him exhale comfortably as he moved out onto the deck and let the downpour start to soak him through. "It looks pretty grey but feels pretty good."

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She followed after him up the stairs to the deck on a “Pft! You couldn’t be persuaded into letting me bring breakfast in this morning.” She said stubbornly, pretending to take it personal just to have something to fire back at him. She flinched as the drops of rain began to land on her face and in her hair as they reached the deck. She watched him on a smile as he relax a little in the downpour, her arms wrapping over her chest in a feeble attempt to keep her body warmth. She walked further onto the deck near the railing, checking to see how the waves were, the wind fortunately seemed quite dormant for now, keeping the boat levelled out for them. She rested her arms against the cold metal and hummed, it took her some time to understand what Zane felt, but eventually, she got it. “I like this..” She said out loud, not intending to but also making no effort to take it back or correct herself on it as she felt the cold droplets trickle down over her face, her eyeliner running from her eyelids down her cheeks.

"That was for good reason." Zane said back about breakfast. "We don't have too many luxuries left and with everything going on we're living on borrowed time. So no more wasting it not doing things." That said, he turned his face up to the downpour and closed his eyes, pushing his hands into the pockets of the sweats he was wearing and just letting the clouds shower down on him. Time slipping between them until Bea broke the silence and Zane smiled. After another long moment, he lowered his head and opened his eyes finding her standing by the railing. "Refreshing right? Seems like it kinda helped with the restlessness too."

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She glanced over her shoulder to him as he spoke, her eyes blinking as she realised she spoke out loud. “..I mean if I had like…Anything else in the world to do, it wouldn’t be this. But-..Yes, it is refreshing, and helping.” She said downplaying her enjoyment before flinching as a droplet tickled the tip of her nose, forcing a squeak of a sneeze from her. “Jesus christ it’s pneumonia!” She cried out jokingly before smirking to him, walking over to him to clutch his shoulders on shaking his torso in tandem with her dramatic speech. “I’ve not long left little cherub! Alas, a captain must be buried at sea, so see that my burial is fit for one!” She quit shaking him as she added “Chuck one of them pancakes you make into the sea for me too, that’ll go down a right treat.”

A knowing smile rested on his mouth. He was catching on to the fact that she didn't really let herself have anything good and instead tended to down play it and quickly follow that by some sort of distracting dramatics. Her fingers pressed into his bruise but it didn't hurt as much anymore after the ice last night and the cold water right now. Her shaking made his head bob a little and his torso twisted a little to accommodate her dramatic. "Oh god." He said, pressing his hands to his cheeks Home Alone style. "Oh god. The infection is setting in! I feel it. I feel the cold chill of death!" He said with a laugh, dropping his hands and frowning playfully. "I used all the pancake batter. A true tragedy." Reaching up, his thumb passed along her cheek, wiping away a black smear from her cheek. "You know, you can just like things, right?"

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She let a belly laugh leave her as he played into her theatrics, forcing her to clutch at her stomach from the momentary painful tense it made with each chortle. She gasped before a whispered “Fuck off..” slipped from her, a minuet shock to her system that the pancake batter had gone. “Well that’s it, breakfast is fucked for the future. How am I to function without those fluffy little fucks being on my plate?” She looked up at him as he wiped the black smudge from her cheek, she gave a soft shrug before she spoke. “Yeah..I know.” She bit the inside of her cheek, nipping at parts of her skin for a moment before she spoke once again. “I just tend to end up liking the bad things, the things that are-..Less than ideal. Things dressed up as other things that I think are good for me, but they’re also not, in the end.” She sniffled a little before giving his pec a soft slap. “Have you remembered yet?” She asked doing that thing she did, her eyes blinking at him as to avoid any drops of rain landing in her eyes.

He looked around when she said fuck off, as if he were looking for an exit. "You know, you tell me that a lot for the two ish days we've been together and one day, I might take you seriously." The smirk on his mouth said otherwise. "When we go back to shore I will be sure to find another box of mix to keep you sane and me safe." His thumb shifted over and swept across the other cheek before his hand feel to his side. He was quiet after her explanation not really wanting to pry as much as he had been already, but also wishing she'd just let herself enjoy things. When she smacked him, his pec jumped and he blinked down at her having forgot he was supposed to be remembering something. "Uh... Nope." He pushed a hand over the top of his head and thought back, staring off into space for a second before shaking his head. "Yeah. Completely blank. I was washing dishes and... yeah, no, I got nothing."

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She would playfully roll her eyes as he looked over his shoulders. “I don’t mean literally, you melon.” She teased on a smirk before nodding in agreement. “Aye, you’d bloody better. It’s the best I’ve ever had, and I don’t say those words often or take them lightly either.” She suckled on her lower lip to stop herself biting it as he stroked over her other cheek before he retreated his hand. She sighed dramatically before cupping his jaw in both of her hands, bringing his face down to her level even as she stood on her tippy toes. “I’m not afraid to beat it out of you y’know? I can put on an Italian accent like I’m in the mafia, car battery to your nipples. The whole lot!” She said clearly joking, her puny fists punching him would probably feel like being mildly pelted by a cushion.

"You don't seem like the kinda person to say things lightly... when you're being serious." He replied. When she cupped his face and brought him closer her bent down to accommodate her. He leaned in, eye level with her and watched her face as she threatened him, his grin widening. "That sounds like a real good time, Bea. Promises, promises."

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She studied his hazel eyes as he spoke, her gaze momentarily falling to his grin before darting back to his eyes. “You think it sounds like a good time, but in reality, it’s a terrible terrible terrible time, so bad I have to say it three times.” She teased before she quickly hugged his waist, pushing her weight against him in hopes of toppling him over, but the wet floor just sent her slipping onto her front, her arms wrapped around his ankles as she looked up at him woefully. “You could at least pretend to go down so my ego isn’t as hurt!” She yelped before feigning a disheartened face

He didn't miss her eyes dropping to his mouth, it only made his grin thicker. As if heeding her warning, Zane put his hand over his heart and sighed. "Three whole times. It's like a warning from a little old babushka and those should never be ignored." Suddenly her arms were around his waist and his arms shot up reflexively, taking a second to realize what she was trying to do, but before she could hit the floor, his large hands gripped her slim little arms and he lifted her up, picking her up off the floor with his hands shifting under her arms to hold her feet off the ground and her eye level with him now that he was standing straight up. "Next time. Promise... when I know what the hell you're trying to do. Bea... Are you trying to take me down?" He gave her a little playful shake. "Did you just attack me?!"

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She felt his hands grip her underarms to scoop her up, saving her a painful winding to her stomach. She felt like a scolded child as he held her eye level to him, her feet dangling just past his kneecaps as she glanced down sheepishly. “I-..” Her head lifted and wobbled with his small playful shake of her, forcing her to smirk. “I did just attack you yes, but! Aren’t you glad it’s just me trying to attack you and not a face eating fucking goblin?” She spoke enthusiastically, always trying to find ways to turn the things she does onto its head. “See, I was secretly trying to uh-..Train you. That’s it. I was helping you get better. So now you know if a zombie were to try being an ankle biter on you, you could pick them up like this and probably throw them to Kansas, or something.”

"You..." He prompted before she copped to attacking. Laughing, Zane lowered her almost to the floor then lifted her up again. As she spoke, he kept letting her toes touch the ground only to pop her back in the air and he was nodding compliantly to her half assed excuses. "Uh huh, yeah... yep. Yeah. Sure, sure. I appreciate all your efforts. Really. The last thing I would want is to lose an ankle. They are my best features. I mean, how will I stop cars while hitch hiking if I can't show a little ankle first, ya know?" Finally, he actually set her down and pinched her nose between his fore and middle fingers. "And I wouldn't throw people to Kansas. It'd throw them to New Mexico or something. Where they could wander forever in a barren land."

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ Her head would tilt back before levelling out each time he lowered and lifted her, giving him a soft frown as he brushed off her scapegoat excuses. “Here I am doing my best to make sure you stay alive, and you’re just-..Being a little ingrate!” She yelped on a smirk before he finally set her down and pinched her nose with his fingers. “Throw me to New Mexico, is it hot there?” She quizzed before wiping some of the rain droplets from her face with the back of her wrist.

"Ingrate!" Zane huffed playfully and pouted. "If you're gonna call me names you could at least pet me." He laughed at his own joke and shook his head to her question. "Only during the day." Lightening cracked across the dark sky lighting them up as if someone had taken a picture of them with a huge flash. By now they were both thoroughly soaked. "I think it's time to go inside. As long as it doesn't get too windy we should be good but I think we should close up and tuck in."

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She chuckled as he repeated her word, giving a soft nod. “Okay okay, the next time I insult you, I will pair it with a pet.” She teased him before smirking as he spoke again. She jolted and clung onto his arm as the lightening cracked through the sky before flashing. Giving a soft nod to his words before adding “Yeah..Inside sounds nice.” She said as she practically tugged him along with her, she unlatched the doors at the top of the stairs to lock them shut instead of keeping them latched open, the stairs a little sodden from the rain. “I suppose they can air dry since we won’t be using them for a while..” She stood on a shiver, but it was from the cold this time as opposed to her withdrawals, which seemed far from the front of her mind.

Zane gave a little oof when she jolted into him. His arms went up again but not as high and quickly fell around her, tucking her in against him until she made for the stairs. "Yeah," he said to her mention of how wet the stairs were, "We'll just stay in until it passes. We have movies and snacks. But first, you should probably take a hot shower." He said, rubbing her arms.

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She looked up at him as he rubbed over her arms, it was a small comfort to her during the lightening. Her brain began to work overtime, already having an internal panic at a thought. “Zane?..” She asked timidly before she continued. “Could you do me a favour and just..Be close when I have a shower?..I don’t know how the electricity stands on this thing and if it goes dark whilst I’m showering I might lose my mind..Or slip and die. Not to jump to the worst case scenario..”

"Hm?" He hummed when she said his name. Looking down at her, he nodded and smiled reassuringly. "Sure thing. Come on, let's get you warm." He said, putting a hand on the small of her back and letting her move in front of him to the bathroom. At the door, he stopped. "I'll wait here. When you get in, just holler and I'll come in and wait, okay?"

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She began to relax a little as he agreed and comforted her as best as he could, smiling warmly as she felt his hand on the small of her back, guiding her into the bathroom. “Okay..I’ll call for you to come in when I’m in.” She closed the bathroom door before cringing as she began to remove the sodden clothes, being in them for so long rubbing her the wrong way, the weight of the water in them made the fabric slap against the tiled floor. She drew back the curtain before stepping in, and drawing it back to cover over herself as she spoke. “Okay! I’m in!” She declared before turning on the water, the initial coldness of it catching her off guard as she gasped, it quickly reached the temperature of the rain they’d been stood in before warming through in quick increments

When the door closed, Zane went to the bedroom and picked up a large hoodie from under the bed as well as a change of shorts for himself. He left the hoodie on the bed, but took the shorts and underwear with him into the bathroom when she called. Her little gasp made him tense up. "You okay?" Then steam started to feel the small room. Since she was securely behind the curtain, he pushed off his wet clothes and patted himself dry with the towel he used yesterday, then put on the clean shorts and sat down on the toilet to wait for her, while drying his hair.

¢ð††ðñ†åïl ᵔᴥᵔ She heard the door open shortly followed by his voice, relaxing more behind the curtain as he was now with her. “Y-Yeah..It just came out cold at first..” She would flinch as she heard the lightening roll through again, making her palm press against the wall to steady herself. She tried to scrub and wash over herself as fast as she could to get in and out, at least if she were in bed and the lights went she wouldn’t be left standing cold and wet in the shower. She turned off the shower and didn’t even give it a second thought before she drew back the curtain, recognising her mistake nearly immediately as he eyes widened seeing Zane, her hands quickly covering over her intimate areas. “Jesus fuck- I-..I-..” She said standing awkwardly, wondering if he saw anything before she had chance to cover.

The towel was sitting around his shoulders and his head was tilted back when the curtain pulled back. Instinctively, he lifted his head at the sound only to hear her yelp and cover herself. He wasn't as shy as she was and that was pretty apparent even from when he walked out of his shower with her in the room. His eyes didn't linger on her, not wanting her to feel oogled in her already vulnerable state. Laughing quietly with a shake of his head. He stood up and pulled down a clean towel unfolding it and wrapping it around her. "Do you want me to leave for you to dry off? Or just turn around?"

Diitzy: The last day of normal was just only a few days ago. You think the world spins so fast around the sun on a normal year, but just wait when Zombieland comes bursting through your door literally. Kila was finally getting her adult shit taken care of with the dreadful annual well-woman examination. Her arm was swollen and bruised from the multiple stab attempts to obtain blood work and she was just gowned for her pelvic examination. Already nervous and hating every minute of it the doctor walked in to explain the procedure. (c)
Diitzy: This moment was short lived though, as a zombie-coated nurse launched through the door attacking the attending doctor. She always feared someone could just easily walk in, those doors were not numbered and they were loosely frail from poor upkeep. That's what happens though in the section 8 public health clinic. (c)
Diitzy: From that moment on she knew the world would never be the same. The girl swore healthcare was a scam, but now she would never trust any of it ever again. She managed to escape through the chaos of the facility. People fled to the front entrance meanwhile she busted the window of her room open tumbling into the bushes as the world we once knew came to an end~ Cue It's the End of the World as we know it by R.E.M (c)
Diitzy: Kila always thought when the world in what would matter most to her. Would it be an escape plan for her family? Nah fuck them. Should she pack an emergency bag as all those crazy conspiracists screamed in warning? She sucked at packing for a vacation let alone a life survival. No..She grabbed the puppy who was peeing in the same bush she hid in and ran. Ran for the docks and stole a luxury sailboat. Though there was no Moana in this girl's soul. The sea did not call out to her as the vomit on her shirt represented sea sickness and the quick 'how to sail for dummies' was left at the docks. She managed to make it past the coast she hunched over the railing watching the waves go as she went in whatever direction the one sail took her with a pup gnawing on a loose rope. Days melted together on the open sea. Who the hell knows what day it is now. (c)
Diitzy: *Bonus knowledge: The government knows everything before we do. You should know that. Blood testing internationally was accessed to those of power, however, they fucking are rich assholes. They already knew which percentage of the population were acceptable candidates for testing and Kila Livington was high on that list for the type of genetic code the scientists in charge were looking for. A high stake of reward was offered to all agents in all different special forces to capture alive. (e)

OddThomas: You know what fucking sucks? For the world to go down in flames while you're just trying to get clean. Being in the shower, in a rehab facility was a two sided slap. A retreat in the hills outside the city, looking down on the shore, the virus had spread all to quickly. Was it in the water? Nah, probably not. Maybe it was in the damn lab generated meat they were serving in this so-called holistic facility of change. Or maybe it was something worse. Maybe there was a broken canister some where that didn't turn turtles into ninjas but turned people in undead cannibals. "This is gonna be hell on my healing," this unknown man said as he sat on the top of an old van watching people be devoured and die. He was still in slippers and a thick robe. Dumb luck had been his savior so far. Well that and a strict adherence to the rules of Zombieland, rule #96, sacrifice the weak. But now he had run out of places to go and people to shove in front of flesh eaters in order to get away. Then dumb luck kicked in and an explosion, with bunch of people running out of a building drew the few zombies around him away. He waited a moment, climbed into the dead van and pulled a jacket off a man who had been driving then started to pull on doors to find a car that ran.

Diitzy: NPC: One doesn't know for one doesn't think. Nothing exists but the urge to follow copper scents and shortly after follows the taste that keeps one going. There are moments when one will see images of what one chases. The 'what' that talks. "Daddy! come play with me! Mr. Bunny Bugs is hosting today's tea time. Come quick and don't forget your crown this time!" The giggles trailed the desolate empty streets. If one knew this was a memory, One would want it to keep going forever, but One does not think and therefore doesn't know how cherished memories are. The body stumbled forward in the direction of a loud sound of explosion and followed was a screech. One followed in obedience to the call. One can run, one can grab, one can eat, and that is all. One dove for the car door and was stopped. Something, something was in the way. The arms of one would slam against the window. Then the image came back. "Daddy, will we always have tea time when I'm bigger?" The Zombie screeched in response as it slammed into the window crashing it open.

OddThomas: He got into a car, thinking himself safe and sound. The engine turned over with a purr. His first time in a luxury vehicle and whoever owned it, had parked it and left the keys in the visor-- the privledge was real and working his favor, except... he didn't know how to drive stick. Welp. Gon' learn today. How hard can it be right? Holy hell this clutch was tight. He pushed down hard and moved the gear into first, whipping the wheel around to get onto the street. A body slammed against the passenger side window. Slapping, screeching and drool. "Nope, nope, nope." He pushed down on the gas and clipped the car in front of him, throwing the car into reverse as zombie smashed the window and started to crawl through. "Come on, man, I didn't even get to the highway!" This is why we can't have nice things, stolen or not. With nothing in the nice ass car to defend himself with, he had to abandon it, stumbling out into the street with more undead running rampant. His slippers flapped the pavement turning him into the Pied Piper of zombies.

Skullati: Devon was occupied wrestling a walker with a bat, he was suprised by how strong these things had become. It felt like it was pushing him around almost effortlessly and any misstep might be his last. Devon sidestepped to hip toss the walker before bashing it in the brains with a bat. The walker twitched which lead to a few more wacks before the walker's body lay there still. Leaving Devon covered in the Walker's blood from the messy encounter. "What the fuck is even going on?" He asked himself as he tried to gather his surroundings. He didn't have his gun on him, which was already bad for him. His car was parked out front and he was a long way from getting to his apartment. Which would pose another problem of itself, if only he was able to carry his pistol into work. Would've made things so much easier, but of course it would probably cause more unwanted attention. A lot was going on in his head, whether or not this was just a localized spread or if it was happening all over the country. The possiilities were running endless while he tried to make his way to the parking lot. As mayhem ensued in front of him, seeing several walkers running around and devouring people left and right. He had know choice but to think of himself in this time. No sense in making himself into lunch to try to play hero. He got into his car and pressed the start button to ignite the engine. He gunned it through the shrubbery, not that anyone would mind at this point. The Jeep bumped along the crub and screeched as it turned, swerving past walkers and scared people as he tried to make his way to the main road to get on a highway of some sort. It was the best possible option at this point. It'd be too dangerous now to try to go downtown.

pixiemilk: She stood on the balcony of her apartment, taking in the smoke from her cig before lightly tapping at it half way up to discard the overhanging of ash. She exhaled as she watched a car speed past before clipping into another car, her brows raising on another deep inhale of nicotine as the car suddenly began to reverse. She took herself inside, cigarette resting on her lips as her hands reached on top of her wardrobe, reaching for a roll out pouch of knives, scalpels, tools that didn’t look particularly pleasant. She wasn’t in a rush as she even took the time to inspect her knives, withdrawing her butterfly knife before rolling it all back up and clipping it onto her belt of possessions, opening her apartment door and grabbing the fire axe from the wall on her way out. It was odd that she wasn’t phased, she didn’t seem panicked or upset, she opened the double doors of her apartment complex and stood at the side of the road. She watched the poor man be chased for a second before she loudly whistled (c)
pixiemilk: Her arm already bent at the elbow as she wielded the axe, her eyes scanning how many of them had actually paid attention to her and assessing the situation from there, it wasn’t many but it certainly wouldn’t be a walk in the park. She began to approach them head on, her arm swinging in one direction, landing the thick axe blade into the side of one’s head as her leg swung around to kick another back, preventing it from getting to close to her before she had time to yank the blade free on a damp crunch, landing it back in the opposite direction to take the stalled one out next. She reached for her butterfly knife with her free hand and stabbed another approaching in the eye on a soft grunt, the squelching noises not phasing her too much, if anything it seemed like the noise was a pet peeve of annoyance to her, making her brows knit together.

OddThomas: "Stop following me!" He screamed over his shoulder as if it would make any sort of different to the mindless undead shuffling along behind him, groaning for food he wasn't willing to become. Slip slap, slip slap. His slippers clipped the pavement as he made his way downhill on a side walk, dodging the fallen remains of the normal shit people had been doing before one person bit another and the city became a really shitty buffet. Both hands gripping the lapels of his terry cloth bathrobe, the man half shuffled half run down the sidewalk. At one point he picked up a stroller and flung it into the crowd of drooling, bloodshot lunatics behind him. 'Lose the flip flops, asshole. Right. Right.' He slipped out of them. The concrete was cold but his pace picked up. At the bottom of the hill, a woman was going full Alice on a group of the undead and a Jeep zoomed past him. He threw his arms up, the robe opening on a hairy chest and a nipple ring. "Hey! Hey! Pick me up! Please!" He screamed at the moving car, side running the rest of the block before toppling over a trashcan. Half a human left over, grabbed his bare ankle and started to drag itself up his body, intestines sloshing along behind it. He kicked it, his heels squelching into it's forehead and an eye popped out, bouncing off his eye. "I need a hit. I need a hit." His mantra fell from his lips. Fuck six month of rehab. He wanted to be a zombie too, but a different kind. Scrambling to his feet, he ran for the Wonder Woman at the end of the street. "Hey. Hey. I'm alive. Keep me that way."

pixiemilk: She distantly heard the chaos the unknown male continued to make, drawing more of them into the loud noises. Her eyes would roll at the whole situation, feeling over it already, there were a few slow stragglers left on the street she didn’t deem worthy of culling, they were slow, falling apart and lethargic, ‘only an idiot could be caught up by one of them’, on that thought she caught a glimpse of movement further up the street, squinting her eyes a little as she realised the man causing all the chaos had his ankle grabbed. She watched his protest of survival and raised her eyebrow as he began to run for her, she raised her hand before bending her index finger and thumb, pretending to turn down the volume, taking her index finger to her lips. She then signalled for him to follow with her hand, turning her back from him as she took an alleyway, cutting through the main streets where they would more likely be spotted, her main aim was to stock up on the essentials, they need food and medical supplies.

OddThomas: Half rotted blood had a horrible fucking smell to it, like sweet sewage. His chest and robe were now covered in it. Squealing, he swept his hands down his chest, pushing off the bulk of brains and coughed up blood. Quiet. Yes. Right. Shut the fuck up. He made a motion as if he were zipping his lips and hustled a little faster when she motioned for him to follow her. Pinching his robe closed again, running footsteps slowed behind her. She... was not running. Shit, she was barely walking. The South has a term for this... moseying... I think they call it. His heart was pounding in his ears. His nerves were twitching with a desire to rush and she was slugging along as if everything was all good in the hood. Nervous energy had him speeding up and slowing down behind her, rushed whispers filling the space between them. "You... you, uh... going somewhere safe?" He almost ran into her but parked up on his toes. "I mean, like... thanks for picking me up. I feel really safe with you." A body fell from three stories up, landing on a bunch of trash behind them. A yelping scream left him as he latched onto the back of her shoulders, peering behind him. "My fucking heart. I'm not built for this shit."

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AngelBlush: The outbreak started suddenly, and just as quickly became overwhelming. A lone cat was running through an alley, heavy pants falling from plump lips painted black. He could hear their groaning. His friends. His chest was so tight, his eyes watering as tears threatened to fall. His band mates had been caught. They changed right before he and his brother’s eyes. They ran, but got separated in the escape. He feared the worst, but he couldn’t stop. He heard a splash behind him, and whipped his head back to see that a zombie had stepped out of a building’s back door. Its sneakers kicked up the water as it ran for him. He inhaled deeply, eyes going wide while he stumbled back. He crashed into a trash can and tripped over it. The zombie followed, tripping over the trash can and landing directly on top of him. The blonde cried out in horror, reaching up and trying to shove it off all while reaching for his pocket knife. The moment his fingers reached it, he snatched it and thrusted up. The blade pierced under the zombie's jaw, stalling it as he stared up with horrified eyes, the pants still falling while his ears laid flat on his head. He then pushed, knocking the zombie aside before leaning over it. He tore the blade out, then thrusted it to the side of its head. That’s what they did in horror movies, right? He was a pretty big fan of those. The zombie stopped moving. He fell back on his ass, not caring about the state of his jeans. He sat there for a long moment, trying to catch his breath and calm down. This was so fucked. After gathering himself, he was back on his feet and running towards the road. His plan was to find cover until he could go out and find his brother. He had to live for him.

OddThomas: Ooof. Hitting a hard wall was not the move but the woman had him held up and was looking at him like... well, shut the fuck up. "Oh right. Yeah. Sorry. I just... Shh, shh. I got it." He said, eventually actually going quiet and he was released for good behavior. Now his head was a swivel as they walked on. Then she stopped and he almost crashed into. An axe plopped into his hands, pupils dilating with fear as his head whipped around to find her. She was behind him in a flash, moving him like a puppet. Looking over his shoulders he said, "Yeah.. no.. I, oh... right." He followed her. There wasn't much choice otherwise. "You know. I can chop. I used to watch all those hot lumberjack videos on the clock app." A nervous chuckle left him but it was cut short. He didn't want to be slammed into the wall again. Holding out her hand, he watched her thumb turn up or down. This was his gladiator moment. Survive or don't. It was crowd's choice. He gave her a shakey thumbs up and looked at the door, hoping his very own Jill Valentine wouldn't make him go first. Man or not, he was still in a robe and delicate as all get out.

pixiemilk: Her eyes watched his shaky thumb, her brows knitting with a uncertainty written on her face before she turned her back from him, pushing the door open, the lights flickering, various clutter lay on the floor of the aisles, she looked to him and tapped her head before pointing her finger to the left, signalling to him she would be heading to the pharmacy area, not wanting to just ditch him as he’d likely get himself killed, it was up to him whether he followed her or not. She moved further in, seeing the odd movement down the ends of the aisles, walkers too occupied in their meals than chasing after anything new as she tread carefully, not wanting to intentionally draw their attention away. She quietly pressed her palms against the pharmacy counter before using her arms to will her legs quietly up and over, stepping silently down, she then glanced over to him, a little lost on how she could explain before she clutched at imaginary straps over her shoulder, she needed something to put the supplies in.

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Bea would stand there, scared stiff until Zanes arms wrapped snugly around her, his disarming seeming to coax a smile from her watching father, his lips enveloping hers, kissing him back on a soft and loving hum. She held on tightly to him as he began to climb the short length of the lowered ladder, taking it as an opportunity to speak. “Whatever he does, whatever he says, please-..Don’t react for me..” The texts alone were volatile enough, let alone how he could be with her in person. Bea was slightly stunned to see her father sat there, no security other than the passenger sat in the front beside the pilot. As she untangled herself from Zane she held onto the interior, finding a space to sit herself down opposite her father, tugging Zane in her direction to sit beside her. Her fathers smile crept onto his lips, glancing Bea up and down on a “My Darling!”, his accent more poised and eloquent than hers, with a shit eating grin to boot that he’d had her in his helicopter. His eyes would then scan over to (c)
Zane, looking him up and down also on the same grin. “You must be the one I saw Darling Trixe with..Don’t worry, your little friends are safe on that boat now I have Trixie back. Besides, I’ve bigger fish to fry than a congealed lemming of a woman and a confused transplant patient.” He was as if with intent, having a whole new target in his sights as Zane sat beside Bea, holding his stare on the smile vanishing, the facade slipping for a moment before he would inhale sharply on his next course of words. “You killed your brother Trixie..That wasn’t very agreeable of you.” Bea would squeeze Zanes hand near breaking point from fear as she began to stutter over her words. “H-He-He had t-“ Before she could even finish he eccentrically slapped his legs on leaning in. “I forgive you, Darling. But taking that boat? That seemed far too soon.” He would sickeningly tease, pulling on Beas guilt and morality.

She was asking a lot, but Zane took a deep breath as they were pulled off the deck of the yacht and nodded to her request. For her, anything. And he was starting to square with that. Zane was protective of his friends, of people he cared about. He fought for everyone he cared but getting into a helicopter and choosing danger just so he wasn't separated from someone was a new level for him. He'd already killed for her. It was time to find the words to tell her. For now, he'd just try to be as quiet as possible and get them back to the yacht alive. Inside the helicopter was just her father in an expensive ass suit and the pilot and it didn't make him any less tense. [c]
Zane sat down beside Bea, her hand in his, his hands in his lap. He leaned back on his shoulders and and slouched a little forward. In the dim light of the cab, it would have been hard to see that he was covered in bruises, but his tattoos and peircings were clearly visible. The moment he laid eyes on her father, he wanted to push him out of the open door; man was a human version of the snake from the Jungle Book--- the Disney one, comically slimey but that didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. He worked for Umbrella. He was extremely dangerous. [c]
When he started to speak, Zane had to pat himself on the back for leaving the gun on the boat. Or he would have shot him point blank. That thought quickly turned to scolding himself. Why the fuck did he leave the gun on the boat? This could have been done faster than killing the looter. 'I'm being good for Bea.' He had to latch onto that thought because her father talking was only getting worse. Her grip on his hand was starting to hurt but he gave her a reassuring squeeze back, keeping his even stare on her father. He hadn't missed her father watching him like he was a fucking snack. He knew that look and he wanted no part of it; whatever her father was sizing him up for he was gonna make sure that shoe didn't fit. [e]

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Bea’s breaths were audibly shaky and unstable as the helicopter began to move, she was certain her grip must’ve been turning the tips of Zanes crushed up fingers purple by now. Her father sensed the animosity in Zane, but he also seemed to admire that he was protective of his ‘Trixie’. He would lean back on crossing his legs over, everything about this man screaming arrogance, indulgence, extravagance, the wealth in Beas life now seeming to make all the more sense as she’d been sctum about it all up until now. Her eyes would sheepishly divert between her father and Zane, feeling almost claustrophobic from the tension between the two men in her life. “This is Zane-“ She blurted out in a delayed way long after her father had spoke of him. “Alexander, delighted I’m sure.” He spoke arrogantly on a smirk as the helicopter began to lower after a short while, a large mansion resting underneath it as it sat atop the landing circle. Bea looked to Zane on a hard swallow, not entirely sure of the events ahead, (c)
or what lay in leu for them. Her father would open the helicopter doors, even using his manners he seemed sarcastically kind. “After you.” Bea wouldn’t move until Zane did, keeping herself close to to him at all times.

The fact that she had dictated her preferred nickname when they first met suddenly made sense and well... so did a lot of other stuff about her. He'd have been shooting up too if this was his father, if this was his life. It was quiet in the helicopter with Bea wringing his hand but he didn't even acknowledge the pain or the lack of blood flow to his fingertips. If crushing his hand was what she needed right now, she could plug him full of morphine later. She blurted out his name and Zane nodded to her father forcing himself not to cringe or sneer when the man replied. He didn't respond to the pleasantry making her father laugh out loud. Alexander turned then, casually gazing out the window as if he wasn't holding two people hostage. The helicopter landed with practiced ease and he opened the door motioning for them to get out ahead of him.[c]
Zane gave Bea's arm a little jerk, pulling her around in front of him and helped her down before getting out himself. He ducked under the blades and kept her moving until they were out of range of the helicopter, moving toward the doors on the roof. Her father was close behind them and once everyone was out of the way of the blades, the helicopter lifted off cutting off an option of escape from this well manicured island fortress and Zane was hyper-aware of that. Without turning his head, he drank in everything he could around them. Boat dock to his left, security moving on the grounds, cameras by the door, .50 cal mounted on the far side of the helipad. That set his mind working. It couldn't have been for Zombies invading. They were isolated and the undead didn't have the coordination to swim. [c]
Her father pushed opened the doors they were standing beside and motioned for them to go ahead again. This time Zane didn't move. "Lead the way." It was a demand that made her father's eyes widen for a flicker of a second before that sly smile was back. "Ah.." He said exhaling as if he'd just had a really good meal. "You're right, it's been so long my poor little Trixie may get lost." He stepped inside and Zane moved the hand that Bea was holding to her shoulder, keeping them together. The door shut behind them leaving them in a long hallway lined with expensive frames holding expensive art and subtle up lightening, a camera perched on each end of the hallway, subtle little black orbs.[c]
Alexander led them to a landing then down the stairs, bypassing the second floor and going to the ground floor, leading them into an extravagant office, flanked by Umbrella security which he dismissed. "You'll have to excuse all these extra measures but I'm sure you understand given the state of things." He said, unbuttoning his suit jacket and taking a seat behind his large desk, motioning for them to sit down as well. Zane moved into the room but remained standing. "The fuck do you want?".. Hey, he tried to be good.[e]

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Bea was zoning in and out as the situation didn’t feel real, she was estranged from her father for a good few years on her beginning to rebel against him in her teenage years once her mother had passed, built up resentment and anger exploded into an argument between the two, Alexander always watching her but never having reached out up until Umbrella unleashed what they did on the world. She snapped back into reality as Zane jerked her arm, pulling her before him to aid her climbing from the helicopter. Bea would follow them both along, her dreads smacking her back with each step she took, feeling far too exposed as her short sheer nightdress had left not a lot to the imagination of her father, Zane and the security personnel, making her cheeks blush with embarrassment on folding her arms over her chest. She felt safe from outsiders, safe from the undead, but she knew she wasn’t safe from her fathers malicious love bombing abusive ways. (c)
Bea’s eyes would scan over the interior of the house, it’s like it had never changed, suddenly she felt small and childlike all over again, like she was reaching up to hold Zanes hand on the long walk even though it rested right at her level. Her eyes would widen a little as she saw his office, scrunching her face up a little on shaking her head. His office being where the worst scoldings, punishments and over zealous forms of abuse occurred for her, Tate was the lucky one of the two siblings, never having had to experience being raised by him the way she was. She reluctantly stepped in clutching tightly onto Zane, watching her father as he relaxed himself behind his large oak desk. She hesitantly sat down and shot Zane a stare as he spoke out of turn, quite bluntly to.

Zane stayed standing even when Bea moved around the couch and sat down. He lifted a throw blanket off the side of the couch and wrapped her in, then put his hand on her shoulder as he stood behind the couch, feeling the tension in her. She stared up at him but he was staring at her father, waiting for an answer. The older man laughed, leaning forward and popping a crystal cork on an expensive decanter and pouring himself some dark brown liquor into a matching glass. He swirled it leisurely, looking over to Bea when he said, "To bring my precious daughter home and protect her."[c]
Zane sucked his teeth, long and loud like an older woman who didn't believe a word she was hearing, because he very much did not. "Took your time with that shit, huh? What do you really want." Another bout of laughter, Alexander's eyes having not left Bea's face. "Of all your shithead boyfriends, this one..." He pointed around the glass in his hand as if she needed help knowing who he was talking about. "This one.. is either the bravest or the dumbest." Zane bit back on his teeth, thinking,'And the one that one's to kill you the most.'[c]
"But I like that." Alexander said, taking a drink and standing up. Moving at that same comfortable, slow pace, he came around the desk and stood in front of Bea, reaching down to fill his hand with her dreads and let them slip through his finger with a soft hum of thought--- the same way Bea did. "You should cut this mess off. You were so beautiful when you wore your hair like your mother." Something about that comparison made Zane's skin crawl. He knew that sound. The PTSD from being in foster care with creepy adults prickled down his spine and it took everything in him not to leap over the couch and pound that man's face into a bloody pulp. "You haven't answered my question." [e]

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Bea’s eyes watched the liquor spill from the decanter into the glass, her ears hyper-fixating on the noise as it soothed her some, usually because that was the first noise she would hear whenever he would praise her for doing whatever his sick mind commanded of her, all her life having craved that, praise, validation, to be loved and valued by someone, and maybe that’s why her feelings for Zane were so intense, because nobody had ever really seen her before, not truly. Zanes retorts would make her cringe, gritting her teeth as her eyes would fill with salty tears, knowing that when she and her father were alone, she would hear about this all over again, just with privacy and more viciousness because of said privacy. Her body would relax a little as her father referred to Zane as her boyfriend instead of something more vulgar, glad at least that he saw their adoration for one another, but then a pang of hurt as she knew he now had that information, he would use it as a way to bring her hurt in future. (c)
“He is brave.” Bea would blurt out in defence of Zane, her words starting out bold and loud, then shrinking into a timid squeak. Her eyes followed him as he moved slow and serpent like. She would swallow hard as he reached down and touched over her dreads, the gaze clearly disapproving. Her lips parted as if for a moment she realised she was a fully grown woman now, not a child, yet she shrank a little on his comparison of her mother, maybe he was right? Maybe she should change? Her brows knitting on her twisted thought process to receive his approval despite him being a total and complete prick.
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Alexander’s disapproving expression of Bea’s hair kept on his face as he grabbed her hard under her upper arm, pulling her up from the couch as if she were a stray cat lingering on the furniture too long, needing to be stored away and punished. Bea would glance back at Zane on her lips quivering as Alex pressed down on a false bookcase, the door swinging open before he flung Bea into the dark room, landing her on her hip as the door slammed shut behind her. “I find you fascinating, Zane. You have potential for greatness, like me.” Alexander purred out, doing his best to be as persuasive as possible. He flicked a switch beside the big golden ornate framed mirror, turning on a light behind it as it revealed it was a two way, Bea unaware of them watching as it had been the longest time since she’d been in here and she had repressed a lot of the trauma. She heard something dripping as she looked over her shoulder, a large walker heading for her, muzzled and with its hands cut off, her scream blood curdling (c)
in the room, but past the mirror she forgot was there, silence rested as Alexander’s eyes feasted upon the entertainment, Bea fleeing in all directions as she was chased and harassed, the strap of her dress getting caught up on the walkers lack of a hand and forcing the torso of her dress down to her waist as she panicked frantically, unable to escape the slimy bloody mess of a creature that continued to hound over her body.

He was being ignored and he fucking hated that. It was even more maddening that not only was her father doing it on purpose but he was a complete prick and a creep to boot. When he grabbed, Bea by the arm, his first yank didn't do shit because Zane had his hand on her shoulder and he leaned forward putting his weight on her small frame to keep her from getting up. The hairs on the back of his neck jumped to attention and he half turned a missing a set of hands reaching for him, but the second guard from the door, grabbed him and Bea was dragged across the room. Guard one took a knee to the gut and a bare, dirty foot the face. Wrenching himself free of the second one's hold, Zane came away with his gun and twisted his arm up behind his back. He was raging as the light flicked on into the room. [c]
Pop. Pop. He shot the two guards in the head and made his way to her father. Behind him, more guards flooded the door but her father held up a hand, watching Zane with a sort of hungry amusement as the other man moved to the bookcase and pressed it. It didn't budge. He passed his hand over the books then the side of the subtle line that made up the seem, his fingers passing over a smooth surface--a thumb scanner. Zane whirled on her father, Bea's screaming ringing in his ears, only making him more pissed off. Completely aware of the six men at the door, Zane lifted the gun and pointed to her father as he walked toward that shit eating grin.[c]
"Unlock it." Zane demanded. Alexander regarded him from head to toe in a slow sweep of his green eyes. "Killing me means she's locked in there forever." Zane's jaw ticked. He was standing with one foot in front of the other, his weight distrupted even between both of them, his gun hand on the far side away from the men in the hall. In one quick move he lunged forward and snatched her father by the arm. His scotch glass shattered when it hit the floor and his arm was twisted up behind his back, the gun held to the side fo his head. The metal click of guns being drawn echoed in the room. "Tell them to stand down and close the fucking door when they go."[c]
Even now, Alexander was still smiling as if his plan was going exactly the way he wanted it too. "You may go." He said simply. There was a moment of hesitation before the doors closed. Zane clocked a panic button under the desk, and two cameras in the room, one of which was following his every move; actively being manned. Great. Regardless, Zane pushed Alexander to the door. "Open it." The man pressed his thumb to the scanner then the door itself, the hydraulics hissed and they entered. He pushed Alexander to the far end of the room, the gun still trained on him as he reached down and gripped what was left of the zombies clothes flinging the thing across the room toward Alexander who backed into a corner but didn't panic since the thing was muzzled. Reaching down again, Zane picked up Bea and held her to his chest. "I got you." He said softly not taking his eyes off Alexander.[c]
"You don't leave here until you tell me what the fuck you want." Zane snarled. He wasn't prepared for the answer. "You." Zane's head snapped back as if he'd been swung at, his eyes narrowing. "Fuck off." Alexander pushed the zombie aside, into the wall making it crash and tumble to the floor with a gurgling cry. Zane shot it in the head then retrained the gun on her father who was only smiling more broadly. "Look at you. You're beat to hell. You just killed two highly trained men. You've never had any training. How did you do that? Haven't you ever wondered how you survived everything you've been through."[c]
The fact that he was speaking as if he'd been there the entire time made Zane's skin crawl again, but it also made him think. For the most part, Zane was a fun, rather chill person but he had noticed that adrenaline made him sharper and anger made him downright superhuman. Ever since the first time he beat a foster father nearly to death, he'd known he needed to keep his shit in check. Today on the deck with the looter he'd felt nothing and then really good. He scared himself sometimes. Right now, he was running off of rage and it felt as if the world had opened up and everything and everyone was moving in slow motion around him. [e]

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It was safe to say that her luck was not plentiful, from her being a heroin addict, killing her brother, her heartbreak from seeing Daniel and Zane together in such a way, to being picked at random by a looter who held a knife to her throat, to now finding herself in mental and physical torture of a walker obsessively trying to chomp at her flesh through a muzzle. The floor became slick with blood on her slipping to the ground, which would bring Alexander joy on observing as he turned up the dial on the dimmer light to make the room Bea was in lighter, getting an even clearer view of everything, tipping Bea over the edge on another scream as the creature would fall on top of her, it’s skin rotting, chunks of flesh landing on her face. The next few minutes were hazy for her as she used her strength to keep the creature at bay with her forearm, not that it even posed an active threat being muzzled, but she was petrified none the less. The smell of the rotting flesh on her face made her heave, turning her (c)
head aside on bringing up vomit, trying to multitask on bringing up her bile and keeping the creature at bay, she was a mess. Light shone in as the false bookcase reopened, distracting the creature momentarily before she felt the weight of it pull away from her on Zane grabbing it and flinging it away from her, she would pant as he picked her up and held her to his chest, his words comforting her the most as she felt like she could collapse at his feet and hug his ankles, scared stiff once again as she heard her fathers voice on him talking to Zane. It wasn’t until they were deep into their conversation she’d even noticed her chest was exposed, turning from them both as she would attempt to pull her straps up, but one had snapped, her shoulders slouching as she had to hold the cup of her dress to her chest, her once white sheer nightdress now caked in blood, flesh and general nastiness. (c)
“I need you around to protect my Trixie for me as I’m too busy to do so myself, or do you not care for her? Should I be turning stones elsewhere?” Alexander’s words ringing out on a sinister smirk, Bea gazing sheepishly over to him, knowing it would only be a matter of times before the mental manipulation and tugging of heart strings would come into play. Bea’s hushed words reaching Zane as she gazed to the floor. “I know you care-..You don’t have to-..” Yet the words would hold some sort of weight with her, her father knowing how easily he could warp her mind with very few sayings to throw her back into feeling neglected, unloved, unworthy, uncared for, hated at times even.

AshDunn: Daniel managed to close her eyes for a while, taking a quick nap. The bedrooms we're relatively resistant to noise, so when a helicopter showed up and pulled Zane and Bea off the boat, she had no idea. The skies were clear now, but who knows when another helicopter would return. Pulling herself off the bed, she'd stretch out her neck before opening the door and landing herself in the kitchen area. It was empty of any people, and no noise sounding anywhere. She figured Bea and Zane were probably out necking on the deck or something as she pulled open the fridge and popped open a beer. Daniel leaned herself back on the counter, taking a swig of her drink and pulling her phone from her cleavage, waiting for instagram to load up. When there was any service... It was dead slow.  

Diitzy: It's debatable who is the leader of this ship. Bea had all the drive to take care of the crew and Zane had the trigger finger to end a mother fucker who tried stealing. Daniel could also be dubbed the leader of the group, in a group of wolves the alpha leader always strolls in the back of the line it's never the people forward. Though Kila here would argue. She's the fucking captain therefore she was the leader. Then again she barely met these people less than a day and that's just counting the concussion, the near-drowning incident, and the food coma she just endured. So, needless to say, this dream of being the leader of the crew and leading them to salvation was a dream. The girl rolled over in a kick twirl trying to save Bea from a spitter and screaming at Zane that the floor was lava to keep him from stepping into the oze. While reaching to snag Daniel from falling off the boat to wakes up to her falling out of the bed and knocking Reaper from his slumber. "I told you not to sleep up my ass. That's how you get hurt" She groaned in a stretch. The silence was weird. Even for a girl who had been stranded by herself for weeks in a group of four there should never be silence. "Odd. Maybe they left to shore? Why the hell would they leave me here? I mean sweet they trust me with their resources. Said resources....food." Her stomach growled and she kicked over to the kitchen to find Daniel looking at her phone. Welp. can't be trusted. She couldn't argue with that. "I always wanted a world without electronics. Crazy this is the granted wish I got. Sucks doesn't it" She laughed.

AshDunn: As Daniel waited for her phone to load up instagram, she heard a thud coming from the bedroom. Raising an eyebrow and hearing the dog's feet pitter pattering around, she shook her head with a little smirk as she steered her attention back to the loading instagram feed. It still hadn't loaded by the time Kila made it to the kitchen. At the remark, Daniel thought to herself for a moment before locking the phone and stuffing it into the back pocket of her jean shorts. Her gaze shifted up to Kila. If they were going to be stuck on the boat, they might as well try to see where they could get along. Especially with the other two being a thing, it would be nice, ideally, to have someone to save Daniel from being the third wheel. "I never wanted to have my brain placed in a chick's body, but here we are." She said with a shrug. "Get some good rest?" She asked, taking a sip from her beer.  


Diitzy: Kila moved to the fridge, but before she did she grabbed the open beer from Daniel taking a sip. Boundaries are a working progress for someone who had basically no one but a dog who had no concept of boundaries she handed it back and lifted onto a countertop snagging a banana that was slightly ripe but food is food. "I mean must be nice to fondle your own tits. I know I wouldn't be a saint exploring my body if I were a dude." The girl chuckled and looked around seeing if she could find the other two. Looked like they were close maybe they were fucking. Who knows. "How did you end up in Umbrella?" She tilt her head mind as well get to know the people you are bunking up with.
Diitzy: (Welcome to Left for Dead RaiVici.)

AshDunn: Daniel rose an eyebrow as the beer was plucked from her hands. Once it was handed back to her, she took another sip, thinking she might need it. "Yeah, sure, at first. Much more fun when they aren't on yourself though." She said, stretching out her neck to the side. "When they started those tests, I was picked. After the first couple of blood tests, they thought I'd be immune. They had me bit, only to find out I wasn't. They saved me by doing the brain transplant." Daniel took another lengthy sip of the beer before tilting her head at Kila. "How do you know about em'? They take you in too?"  

Diitzy: Kila listened with her elbows locked on her knees. Her hands were folding the banana peel into origami flowers, girl never really sat still. "None of that. I hijacked a sailboat with a radio and found the frequency where the governments were talking about finding a cure with special op agents. I heard most of their plans and they were idiots not to use more cryptic information. I heard people came willingly, I heard people were taken against their will. I haven't heard much. Though I don't think it will be long. I was one of the last in the population to give blood before the world went to shit. I never got my results but they have my DNA. I'm sure I'll have a run-in with them eventually." The girl handed the banana flower to Daniel. "Hope the female power suits you well. Are you gonna try and go back to being a man? I have no idea about medical shit but I'll cut you open if you like. " SHe pulled out a little fish knife.

AshDunn  Daniel nodded hearing Kila's story. "Well, sounds like you're pretty handy. Count yourself lucky you didn't get your results, maybe you would have ended up getting tested on too." She said with a slight sigh before Kila offered the banana. She'd pass on it, still full from breakfast as she put a hand up to signal she didn't want any of it. "I don't know. Probably. It'd make things much simpler. Considering what you mentioned about them, I don't know if they'll keep their promise at this point." She said, taken aback a little by the pull of the knife. "I'll respectfully pass on that offer." She said, taking another swig of her beer.  

Diitzy: Kila stared blankly. "Nah... Just dumb luck. My first run in with a Zombie was a spoiled rich fuck who was too fat to move his body around me." She glanced at the door to the dock in the direction of that sail boat. Tiny room to move in and could of easily got bitten but she fatefully had luck that night. "I haven't even stepped on to shore, my first resource run I got puked on by a giant fat-so I called him a boomer. He exploded just like that on me. I stunk for days after that." shaking her head and rubbing her skin with a little PTSD from the smell. "They don't sound trustworthy, the umbrella. Then again those in power only care about their own race not us grubs down to earth. I still wouldn't mind to know if I was healthy or not. First time in the Doc's office and a zombie outbreak happens. Just my luck." Reaper came skipping around and started licking her free toe.

AshDunn: "Yikes... At least you're still alive and kicking." Daniel looked Kila over. Roughed up, for sure, but small... How did she make it alive? "That sounds nasty as fuck. You've got a shower here, don't worry." She lightly chuckled. "They definitely don't. Fucking guys fed me to a zombie the first chance they got. I was basically a fucking science project. But who knows? Maybe they'd hear me out." She shrugged, knowing the likes of that happening were... Not likely. "We did a massive supply run before you hopped onboard. We can sustain a party of four for a while. Your dog too, probably. It's a little tense on the boat... But maybe you'll lighten the mood."  

Dittzy: The shower did sound nice but even before the outbreak she was one that forgot showering was a thing. Not that she was a dirty human being just she worked a lot, partied a lot, and was rarely ever home to begin with to remember showering matters. "True this is some nice pad ya'll get. The first reason why I wanted to raid it but turns out I can't swim" She rubbed the bump on the back of her head. "Tense? It isn't three companies here? Figured y'all were smashing and living the fullest. What's happening? Spill the tea. Girls gossip. " She tugged out another beer and kicked the fridge with her heel opening up a beer for some 411 beer talk.

AshDunn: Daniel rose an eyebrow at the notion of Kila raiding the boat. "Well... You're lucky you didn't come in guns slinging. We found out Zane doesn't have a problem pulling a trigger if he has to." She said, though the tension with Kila seemed to be dying a little bit. "Heh... Well, the other two are smashing. Zane's my best friend from back in high school. Let's just say, uh... Three is a little much right now. Maybe four is good." She said with a nod to Kila. Daniel didn't seem keen on diving into all the drama. They just seemed to figure most of it out, no point in rehashing. It was also embarassing. She'd take another swig of her beer, about half way through as she watched Kila roughly shut the door to the fridge. "Careful, we need that thing working." She chuckled.

Diitzy: "Well I walked into that little magic show he had going on. I saw him murder someone and for some reason, it felt close to home feeling that adrenaline behind Zane's expression." Kila zoned out and blinked a few times realizing she stopped talking. "Oh what was I saying?" Daniel went on about the connections on the boat Kila nodded. "Ah so you guys were gay in high school. Right on, I can't say I didn't bat for the same team or both teams. Kinda all sort of walk of life. You think they are smasing now?" She looked over at the closed door thinking at least a spring or two should be making noise. "Well, it's the end of the world as we know it. We should go join in on the fun." She hopped down and walked to the room assuming where Zane and Bea were. Knocking the door open. "Room for two more? Orgies are fun! " She launched at surprise to see no one in the room. " First it was kicking the fridge then to an empty room. "Well shit I guess it's just you and me Daniel." She joked and plopped on the bed searching through the nightstand to find Zane's wallet gaining personal information that honestly didn't resonate with her at this moment. "Where are they?" She questioned and searched around to finding a bag full of books with clothes all over the room. Messy. Kila may be a free spirit and go with the flow but she was pretty organized before the world went to shit. She lifted a boot that seemed to be from Bea. Kila was always good with puzzles and for some reason she found a little comparment. Where she found a rusty bag and a used needle. She was not a stranger to that lifestyle. Kila was part of foster care growing up and even then ran for the hills and lived on the streets. She was familiar with gangs and drug usage. "Ah that's a dark passanger to have on your shoulder" She mumbled to herself and tossed the shit into a near by trash can. "Come on let's go to deck." She said as reaper rolled off of the bed from scratching his back and ran past her to the noise of a helicopter circling. "What the fuck is that?"

AshDunn AshDunn  Narrate "What? No! Not gay! Just friends." She replied, her eyes wide, though when Kila got up and barged into the room, she was surprised at the braseness. "I'm pretty sure they're on the deck..." She replied, though Kila seemed to busy swifting through the room. Daniel finished off her beer, getting up and tossing the empty bottle into the garbage. She hadn't seen much of what Kila was fiddling around with in the room, though she knew a little about Bea's past. Once Kila made it out of the room and out the door to the deck, Daniel was just chuckling, shaking her head. For once it wouldn't be her fucking shit up. Her expression turned to furrowed brows as she heard Kila out the door, making her way outside to join her before looking up and hearing the whizzing of the helicopter herself. "Oh shit... Survivors? Where the fuck are they?" She asked, looking around the deck but not finding any resident Bea or Zane. Daniel's luck, just as she was about to get some action.  

Diitzy: The helicopter moved out in distance. Kila stared at it with the sun beaming over her eyes, she tossed her spiked sunglasses over her vision. They were anything but survivors. Something was tugging in her brain. "Most boats have radios. Where is this one?" She moved already noting Zane and Bea were not on the boat. Bea saved her, clearly a saviors mentality would of checked in right now and for Zane.. there is just something there that she could easily know he wasn't on the boat. Odd for two strangers but she didn't dwell too much about thinking about it. She moved to the pit where the wheel was to move this mother load around as she found a built in radio and started fucking with it to switch the frequency to the station where she memorized from the old boat she was on and voices were static and if Daniel followed he probably couldn't make it out but teaking the nob a little Kila knew it was some type of special force. "Umbrella." She cut throat breathed out and turned over her shoulder to the distant helicopter. Who knows if Zane and Bea were taken or went willingly. All she knew was she was the captain of this ship and she was going to find the rest of her crew. "Strap up your boot straps D. We are going rescuing." Kila flicked the throttle and jolted the boat forward to test the helicopter's motive. "Let's see exactly what they want." She floored the gear and everything shifted forward. Probably knocking everything still backward in quake. The helicopter went from idle to movement after them.

AshDunn:Daniel followed Kila as she scrambled with the radio, only for her eyes to widen as she mentioned Umbrella. So soon? Shit. "I thought we had more time!" She said, though when Kila mentioned strapping her boot straps, she raised an eyebrow. "What?" The response she was met with was the boat moving forward in full throttle, nearly knocking her over though she managed to steady herself against the ledge of the outdoor bar. "What the fuck are you doing!" She said, the yacht starting to bounce against the oncoming waves. "Why the fuck didn't I wear a bra today!" She managed, looking at Kila frantically. Turning her head, she watched as the helicopter followed in the distance. "They're following us!"

Diitzy: It didn't surprise Kila that they were tailing her. The voices were switching languages and she turned up the static to the communication of the pilot and the copilot. Coordinates that were mentioned but Kila failed at geography back when school was a thing. Though she tugged the boat left and when they mentioned it was the wrong direction she swirled back around to the opposite direction. Stupid soliders, they were making it easy. Daniel mentioned not wearing a bra. "Let them girlies be free it's what they were destined to be!" She yelled in a hoot as she laughed patting Daniel on the back with her cleavage bouncing. Kila never had big tit issues. She was a twig and has been since being malnourished all her life. She wondered where the hell they were going, but Zane's laugh was brought at the forefront of her mind when she stared forward. Adrenaline was kicking in as the helicopter pivoted in the direction trying to stop them in their tracks. "Oh fuck no I will totally shoot your bird down!!" She yelled on the top of her lungs meanwhile Reaper dropped to the ground for cover. "I will ram this fucking boat into you bitch where did you take my seamates?!" She tossed her middle finger out of the window at the helicopter which the muffled radio cursed back and machine guns were pulled out as she took Daniel by the head and plopped it down. "DUCK." She commanded as she sped the boat in another direction.

AshDunn: Daniel's face was one of pure shock. What the fuck was going on? Where were her friends? Why the hell was this crazy bitch going full throttle on the boat? Why were they being followed? Too many questions, too much bouncing. As she was patted on the back by Kila, Daniel replied. "You're fucking nuts!" She steadied hearself, holding onto the ledge with one arm, the other over her chest in an attempt to stop them from knocking her off balance. The boat changing direction almost made her fall over before she watched Kila give the finger to the bird, threatening to run into it. "What the fuck!" Was all she could muster before she was pushed to the ground, ducking for cover after having caught a quick glimpse of the machine guns being pulled out form the helicopter. "Fucking shit! We're dead!" She slammed her hand against the deck in a hammerfist. "Why the hell did you have to go full Fast and Furious!?"  

Diitzy: "If you are slow you are dead. Don't you know the first rule about zombieland?" Kila snapped back and covered her body over Daniel as the machine gun shot across the side of the boat leaving a bunch of holes. Either the gunmen was a stormtrooper with bad aim or they were purposely trying to not kill them. She jerked left rolling over Daniel. as she pressed up against the woman. "The most craziest people are the ones that will have your back live or die. SO make your choice." She yelled and tossed the girl under the boat's dash to protect her as she lifted up to the wheel that was spinning uncontrollably and grabbed it forcing it to balance out. As a huge clank sound rocked the boat. What the fuck now? She turned over to see small underwater individual submarines. Now Kila had no idea what they were going for with that but she knew something was coming to collect. She saw one submarine open up with a solider climbing aboard. Not on her watch was he gonna come close to Daniel or her and especially Reaper. However she highly doubt they were here for an asshole pup.

On the front dock she saw a shimmer of metal. The gun Zane used. "REAPER. FETCH" the dog looked at her and whimpered. "You coward." She scuffed and took Daniels's arm and tugged rather that meant dragging her to the floor or the woman getting up to run with she left the control room to the dock to fetch her own gun-Useless dog. She twirled around and gripped Daniel to her one shotting the man who just put a foot on the deck. Hitting him directly in the foot. "NOT A SINGLE FOOT ON MY BOAT." Killer rampage sank in as she cocked another shot which jammed. Man-made machinery is only good when it wants to work. She tossed the gun at the man's temporal lobe knocking him down as she launched Daniel forward. "We gotta get off they are gonna sink this hailmary." She yelled with no time took Daniel to the edge by the unconscious soldier and lifted Reaper pushing the dog into Daniels arms. "Don't let my dog die. I don't want to be John wick." She yelled as she pulled Daniel in kissing his lips and then pushing him backwards to fall overboard into the tiny submarine opening.

AshDunn: So much was going on, and this absolutely bat shit woman was kicking ass. Daniel couldn't grab her barings as Kila fell onto her, dragged her around and commanded everything. Have your back live or die? Uhm, Daniel would much rather live. She winced as Kila shot the first shot, hearing the growns from the solider on the boat. Watching Kila toss her weapon and knock the guy off, she was absolutely flabergasted. "Who the hell are you?" She asked, shaking her head at Kila. Before she knew it, she had the pup in her hands and Kila kissed her, her eyes wide in surprise. But then, she found herself falling backwards after a push, somehow landing directly in the submarine. She winced, falling directing on her butt as she looked around. "What the fuck..." There was a small console at the front with a window that showed through the water ahead, though it wasn't too spaceous. The dog barked a bunch, looking directly up at the hole in the submarines top as Daniel managed to work her way to her feet, groaning. "Fucking hell...."

When Bea turned away from him, his hand still stayed on her. He wasn't leaving her. He wasn't letting go of her maybe ever again but he never took his eyes off her father, who was clearly enjoying himself. His continued speech made Zane suck his teeth again. He glanced down, when Bea whimpered at him that she knew he cared but his expression didn't change and his eyes were back on her father, jaw still ticking. "You didn't need to drag us here and put her through that to ask me to protect her, so what do you really want? What the fuck do you want me to say yes too?" Some experiment most likely. Getting shoot up with some fucking drug they've only tested on chimps so far. [c]
"You know we can go talk about this in the comfort of my office." Alexander said. Zane's finger shifted from the side of the gun to the trigger and back again. Six men at the door. Seven in the yard and who knows how many others bunkered down. He didn't think he could make it the boat on the other side of the house with Bea in tow against those odds. Plus, there were clearly zombies stashed around here somewhere. His thumb flicked the safety on the gun and lowered his arm, staring at her father for a moment longer before he shifted Bea toward the door, his free hand on her shoulder. "She needs a shower and rest. I want a room with no cameras and the key to the locks. Get us some clothes and bring us some food. Leave us alone for 6 hours."[c]
"You're not really in a position to make any demands, young man." Zane scoffed at her father. "Oh, but I am. If you want something from me, I want what I want or I'll take my chances killing you and fighting my way off this island." Her father's lip twitched like he was holding back a snarl. "Fine. You can have my room." Zane nodded and they left the little torture chamber, reentering the office. Alexander went to his desk and hit a button on his phone, calling a maid to make up his room for them. The woman that came in to escort them wouldn't look up as she asked to be followed.[e]

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Beas frame trembled visibly, Zane undoubtably feeling the vibrate with fear still as he would suck his teeth audibly to Alexanders words. The mention of Alexander’s office sent her stomach churning once again, her hand instantly reaching for her mouth and clamping her palm over it as if to prevent another bout of vomit escaping her on the thought of spending another second in there with him. Suddenly she was ushered toward the exist of the room she’d long forgotten, her feet hesitating reluctantly, now that the walker was dead she’d have even preferred standing in here with it for longer as opposed to being back in that office, but Zanes direction aided her to leave, his words making her hand finally fall from her mouth on relaxing, even more so once he stated his wants of Alexander, their privacy and to be left for 6 hours. She would cringe on Zanes very real threats to her father, not that she worried for Zane, but more so worried for the delayed repercussions that could potentially befall them on such (c)
a threat. She truly believed she could manage here by herself, but quickly realised how out of her depth she would’ve been had Zane not been here with her. She would hear the tone of pissed off reluctance in her fathers voice on agreeing to Zanes requests, finally entering the office she took her fingertips to her chest, tapping over her skin to self soothe her anxiety. Her hand eventually left her chest to take Zanes hand on the woman entering and asking to be followed, feeling Alexander’s eyes burning into the backs of their heads on them leaving the office and following the woman. Bea would look to Zane as they walked the long corridor, eventually reaching the big dark wooden doors, the woman handing over the keys to Zane before leaving them to unlock it and enter themselves. Bea would squeeze his hand on the memory of the room, it was incredibly stately and old fashioned, nearly every item of furniture was the same dark wood as the door, taxidermy pieces loitered around the room, vintage rugs, (c)
everything about the large room behind those doors screamed ‘I come from money’ and Bea despised it, was even embarrassed by it the same way she was the yacht, especially in knowing the fortune is from doing the most inhumane and cruel acts on humans. “Thank you..” She would whisper to him as her head bowed at the bedroom door as they stood outside. “I-..I don’t know how you do it..” She spoke softly once again, not much elaborating on exactly what ‘it’ is.


The fairgrounds had hella zombies loitering around. It had been that way since he got there but the looting was great. He had hand forged weapons, so many stalls with food and other cosplay goods that were actually really sturdy like leather armor. Not to mention barrels of mead and stores of wine and the petting zoo people had left the animals--- all of which would be edible if he could keep them alive long enough. There were even rides to keep him entertained. This was the perfect place to hold down a fort and wait out all the undead dying twice. [c]
Everyday for about a week now, he woke up, found creative ways to pick off a few zombies in the places he wanted to scavenge from and lounged around on the rooftops of the fake medieval village. Then Umbrella came knocking, or rather knocking shit over. They came with an offer for employment which Jonathan originally scoffed at. Because, best thing about the world ending was not having to go to work. Money wasn't get him a damn thing. But you didn't make it to the top of an organization like Umbrella without knowing how to get people to do what you wanted them to do.[c]
A man in a clean suit, offered him protect of his little slice of paradise in exchange for Jonathan bringing him survivors. Agreeing landed him in a lab cell for five days. He was starved and beaten then shot up some sort of antivirus serum that made his blood feel like fire in his veins, but when it was all said and done, he could rip a door of its hinges with his bare hands and that felt fucking great. Before he could get back to his home though, he had to fulfill his first job—pick up two chicks on a boat.[c]
He watched from a small speed boat as shit went left faster than anyone could have predicted. But when the women separated Jonny boy saw his shot to at least get part of his mission since those "highly trained" men were bungling shit up at a rapid pace. His boat split the surface of the water as he headed for a submarine where the women parted.[c]
Meanwhile, Zane took the keys to Alexander's room from the woman and locked the doors behind them. He was off on one, making sure there weren't any cameras in the room but he was pretty sure, there wouldn't be, maybe outside the windows but surely facing outward not inward. Tucking the keys into the pocket of his shorts, Zane made his way to Bea as she thanked him and arched a brow at her while reaching down and pulling her soiled night dress off, making a point of throwing it on an expensive looking couch. "For what? What am I doing?" He asked, scooping her up and carrying her into the bathroom and sitting her in large tub before turning the water on. While the tub filled up, he checked the mirrors.[c]
All clear. He took the shampoo and conditioner out of the shower stall and put them on the side of the tub, bringing over a fluffy white towel as well. Rolling it up, he tucked it behind her neck and helped her lay down in the warm water. "What do you want to eat? We should pick something expensive and maybe even hard to make." He was being petty and probably would be the entire time they were there as long as he could get away with it. [e]

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/me Daniel stood in the small submarine now, looking out the front window to see the waters ahead. Above her, the hole in the top of the submarine stayed open. Then, the control panel... Like hell. Too many buttons, all of which she's never seen in her life. She didn't know what to do. The dog was barking at the hole at the top... Kila left her with the dog. Fuck. She'd jump, There was a short ladder on the inside of the hole, to which she stared at for a moment before deciding she wasn't going to leave Kila alone. Her hands were placed on the first step, trying to pull herself up with a struggle. Within a couple of moments, she had gotten her head and shoulders poking out from the hole, looking at her surrounds. "Kila?" She called out, only to see a speedboat coming into view. "Shit!"

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She would hesitantly enter the room and feel a little more at ease as Zane locked the door behind them, she gazed up at him as he approached her and undressed her, somehow feeling more exposed than before as she was caked in blood and flesh. She wrapped her arm around him as he scooped her up and carried her, flinching against the cold shell of the tub before the warm water turned on. “How-..How do you just-..Just stand up to him like that? How do you get like that? He’s in my mind like a little parasite..I can’t help myself but bend to his whim..Because I’m always scared of what’s next..” She grabbed some tissue and wiped the chunks of flesh stuck to her face and chest away, not wanting them to end up floating around in the water with her. She gazed up to him as he helped her lay down, tossing the tissue to the sink on her relaxing a little, his mention of food coaxed a loud rumble from her stomach, but the pang of guilt of everything made her reluctant to indulge, talking against her bodies needs. (c)
“I-..I’m not hungry…” On feeling guilty for having Zane now stuck here with her under the duress of her father, she remembered and jolted up. “Fuck! Daniel and Kila! Text them!” She motioned to his other pocket where she’d snuck her phone in once Zane dropped the gun on the yacht, her stomach knotting up once again on the thought of her father now pursing them since Zane was not playing ball as easily as Alex had initially hoped he would. “Are they okay?” She would ask with concern, speaking out loud before he even had chance to type out the text.

The boat tip knocked right into the sub when he came up on it. Casually, Jonathan jumped onto the sub and squatted down, looking into the face of woman that looked stuck in the latch hole. "Hey there cutie, need some help?" Below her, a dog was barking wildly. "You and your little dog?" Sunglasses hid his eyes, but his smile was broad. He had a bandana around his neck and his plaid shirt was wide open flashing dog tags that bounced off his chest. Though his tone was friendly, even helpful, Jonathan was not. Reaching, behind him, he pulled a pair of zip ties out of his back pocket and then reached down, scooping her out of the holed and throwing her face down to pull her arms behind her back.[c]
Zane shrugged to Bea. "He's prick." He said carelessly but there was part of him that knew it was more than that. His hand caressed her cheek, as he looked down at her. "We'll get him out of your head. With all the research they do around here, I’m sure there's a patch for it or something. Keep your eyes peeled for a pill bottle labeled 'douchebag father removal'." He laughed to himself then nearly fell onto his ass when Bea jumped up, worried about Kila and Daniel. Zane frowned. [c]
"Their probably fucked." He muttered to himself, reaching into his pocket and taking out the phone and texting Daniel. "Run. I'll find you again." Hopefully she and Kila would stick together. With that done, he put the phone back in his pocket and doubled back to the conversation about food. "Lobster it is then. Steak too I think. I'm starving. I could go for a really good bourbon or an imported tequila. I'm sure this asshole has some elderberry syrup around here somewhere." Reaching into the water, Zane scooped some up and poured it down her legs, then stood up. "Try to take it easy while you can." Then he got up and went to the doors and called that woman over. Not trusting a single thing about this place, he instructed her to have a cook get a grill and bring it into the room in an hour, then have the food brought in raw with it. It was the best he could do to keep them from getting drugged.[e]

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/me Daniel watched as the man approached, leaning down before her. "Yeah, that would be much appreciated." She said, almost like it was expected, but before she knew it, she was being lifted out of the hole and on the top of the submarine, face down. "Agh, fuck! What the hell!" She complained, feeling the strength with which he easily dragged her hands behind her and zip tied her wrists. Her eyes were wide. "Let me go! Asshole!" She yelled, the dog's barking echoing out of the submarine.

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She would attempt to stifle her smirk at Zanes careless abruptness, shaking her head on diverting her gaze to the body of water she rested in, her hands gently resting just on the surface as she swayed them back and forth, missing the sounds of the sloshing waves against the boat all of a sudden. She enjoyed the calm, hell yesterday was probably the best day she’d had up until those texts, but being by herself, reading, eating Zanes love language cuisine, she was calm and relaxed for potentially the first time since the outbreak, and now she was internally back to being on edge all the while. “I’m not sure it’s quite that easy..” She would respond on him mentioning a patch for it, her tone a little off with him despite Zane knowing what abuse and abusers were himself having been in care, but that information hadn’t yet come to light for her. She watched as he fell to the floor, coaxing her to laugh on him frowning “I-I’m sorry-“ She spoke through her chortles as he texted Daniel. She would sink herself (c)
a little into the water, the surface just covering over her mouth to stop her protesting as he listed off various items of food, knowing that he would force it down her throat himself if she was adamant on neglecting herself. Her eyes closed as the warm water trickled over her legs on him cupping some, his words resounding in her head as she gently nodded. As he left her she sat up slightly to pull her mouth free from the bath water, rubbing her wet hands over her face, a little in cleaning her skin and a little in emotion, having the alone time to let herself be vulnerable as her eyes began to glaze on whispering to herself. “What the fuck have you done, Bea?..” The knot of concern growing in her stomach knowing that Alexander had tabs on Daniel and Kila because of her taking them in.

Jonathan was whistling a tune as if he were just doing chores or something as he gathered up her arms and locked the behind her back. A soft ding went off, so he reached into her back pocket, letting his fingers press into the round firmness of her ass as he did. "Run. I'll find you again." The message preview read. "Ah, that's fucking sweet. Your boyfriend is gonna be hella disappointed though." He said, waving the screen around in front of her face. Pocketing the phone, Jonathan leaned over the submarine hatch and looked down at the little dog yapping up at him. He genuinely cooed. "Hey little guy! Don't worry. I’m not gonna leave you." Hanging down, he reached in and scooped up the pup, then stood up and rolled Daniel over the side of the sub with his foot and into the speed boat. "Sorry, doll, I'll rub that shit out later but we gotta be on our way." [c]
He hopped down and released the happy pup, picking her up and sitting her up before backing up from the sub and took off for shore. There was a mini war raging nearby them that he wanted no part of. Leaning back on the engine bar, Jonathan looked over the woman in front of him. "Poor poor boyfriend. Oh well, his fault for letting you out of his sights during a damned nuclear meltdown."[c]
Zane left Bea alone for a while to be noisy in the room. He made sure there were no listening devices anywhere. He pulled back the sheets on the bed that looked like it was never used and waited for the maid to come back with a change of clothes for them. He put his clothes on a chair and picked up a bundle of Bea's clothes to look it over, then threw it aside. Taking out the phone, he noted a pretty decent signal and opened a web browser. After a moment he went back to the door and called the maid. They huddled over the phone for a while before he was sure she understood what he wanted then he let her go.[c]
That sorta high feeling he had when he killed the looter was even worse now. It was almost as if to him they weren't in a dire situation with their friends out there unprotected. After another ten minutes or so, the maid came back and brought him exactly what he wanted. He kicked the door shut in her face and almost pranced into the bathroom, putting the pile down on the closed toilet, then spread make up products across the bathroom counter. Turning to Bea, Zane picked up the pair of platform boots he had procured. "Hey look! Looks like you had some clothes left here. What do you think?"[c]
Dropping the boots, he moved to the side of the tub and sat down facing her, his mood sobering a little bit, but that carefreeness was simmering under the surface. "Bea..." He started quietly. "I told you I would kill anyone that hurt you and I meant it. While we're here I will do my best to keep you safe. You don't leave my sight. We'll get out of here. For now... tell me what you need."[e]

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/me As her phone dinged, she'd feel the man's hand slide into her pocket and grab a handful of her butt before pulling her phone out, to which she furrowed her brows. "He's not my boyfriend!" She as he faced the phone in front of her so she could see the text. Fuck. Run... Where? Daniel would struggle against the zip ties, her wrists only hurting from the restraints when she'd try to slip through or break them. When the man had brought up Reaper and turned her on her side and on the boat, she rose an eyebrow at his comment. "What? Fuck you!" She replied, only to be sat up as the man started to boat. "Again, not my boyfriend, but he will fucking hurt you!" She replied once more, the bounce of the boat against the waves sending her chest wobbling in her top. With her hands tied, she couldn't cover to stop it, but she did notice Reaper sitting near her, poking his head out the side of the speed boat with his tongue out. At least he was quiet. "Fucking dog..."

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Bea’s ears would prick up as she heard Zane moving around like a mad man in the bedroom, hearing the legs of furniture groaning against the wooden floor on him moving items around, undoubtably to make sure they were 100% alone in there. She would sink herself to wet over her dreads, beginning to take care of herself and clean up as she left him to his own devices, not wanting to intervene or get in his way. Her head would turn to glance over her shoulder on the loud slam of the door shutting in the maids face, quickly sitting herself up with her hands grasping the tubs edge on the verge of pulling herself out until Zane pranced in, forcing her to relax a little back into the water. Her eyes gazed over the clothes Zane rested on the toilet lid before the clattering of her various makeup products hit her ear on him dropping them on the bathroom counter, her lips parting as if she was about to speak until he picked up her worn in platform boots, her lips closing back up on her eyes wandering over them, then (c)
up to him, studying his expression she forced down her emotions, forcing a smile onto her lips on an enthusiastic nod, trying to match his excitable nature. “Yeah! Wow!” She could only manage to exclaim, but realistically she hadn’t a clue who she was anymore. She wasn’t drug addict Bea anymore, she wasn’t her mothers daughter with her dreads, she wasn’t her fathers daughter with her love for Zane, and without the medication she wasn’t Zanes personal nurse anymore. She looked to him as he spoke her name quietly, her eyes studying his through the moment of silence before they fell to his lips on him continuing. “I know-..I know you meant it..Thank you for keeping me alive and being there, I really wish you wouldn’t put yourself in danger for my sake…I shouldn’t have asked you to come..I don’t know what dad has up his sleeve for you..And I’m petrified..He isn’t negotiating to your terms because he’s nice. He really wants something from you Zane, or at least sees something..” His question on her needs almost (c)
slipping her mind until she shook her head. “Just for us to stay alive more than anything.”

"You sure have a lot of faith in a guy you're not banging." Jonathan said, bringing the boat around and aiming for the pier. He was looking away from her, watching the chaos he left behind but there was no shortage of watching her ample chest reflect every bump and wave they encountered as they went back to land. He was supposed to rendevous with the actual Umbrella soldiers to deliver the woman but he was not getting in the middle of that mess when they knew where to find him. He'd made it pretty clear to Mr. Moneybags that he wouldn't be risking his life for Umbrella. He had no loyalties. You scratch my back and I scratch yours... on my terms. [c]
The boat road up into the sand near the thick legs of the pier and Daniel's kidnapper, threw some heavy hammers onto his back, with a big backpack and hopped out. The dog hopped out too, running around in a circle but always coming back. "Ohh... you're a good boy, aren't you? Yes you are!" He cooed, taking time out to play with the dog before gripping Daniel by the thighs and ass, and throwing her over his broad shoulder. He kept a hand on her ass, as he made his way up the beach, pulling the bandana over his mouth and nose, occassionally calling the dog back to him as he made his way back to the fair grounds. Because he had a package with him, he avoided the crowded streets with a practiced ease.[c]
Zane was passing his hand over the surface of the water while he listened to Bea. He was trying to make this as easy and comfortable as he could but felt like he was failing. She couldn't fool him with that half hearted attempt to match his energy, energy he couldn't keep down. He frowned, looking away from her and out the massive window along the side of the tub. They were in a gilded cage for who knows how long. "I know." Was his hushed response to her father's intentions. He'd met more than his share of men like Alexander growing up. Looking back at her, he reached out and cupped her cheek, leaning in and kissing her softly. "We'll get out of here... alive." He promised. [e]

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/me Daniel shook her head. "He's my friend, dick head!" She retorted, though noticed his gaze shifting between her chest and the view of the trouble that had arrived at the yacht. She choice to keep her mouth shut on that. With her hands zip tied, she wasn't much able to defend herself. As the boat docked, she rose an eyebrow. She didn't expect to be back at the city. "Who the hell are you?" She asked, though she was suddenly picked up, his hands on her thighs and butt and easily thrusted over his shoulder. "Let go of me! Asshole!" Daniel tried to wiggle out of his grip.

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She knew that Zane could read her well enough by now to tell she wasn’t being fully honest, her shoulders slouching slightly on his defeated gaze whilst he brushed over the waters surface with his palm. She softly sighed already noticing the slight wedge her dads presence had put on them, cupping her hand out to hold his cheek as he looked from her to the window. “…Maybe we-..We will figure out a way to fuck up Umbrella from the inside. If you’re on my dads side, you might learn things..” She spoke with a slight optimism in her voice, it wasn’t an ideal choice for either of them but it seemed to be the only one she could think of for now.

"Hey, easy princess." Jon said. "And keep quiet. Because I will drop you and leave you for dead if you draw to much attention." He said, swinging her half around to see the multitude of walkers around them. He didn't bother to answer her about who he was, in few hours or so, it wouldn't matter anyway. When they were almost to the fairgrounds, he put her down on her feet and gripped her upper arm to lead her around. They wouldn't be going through the main entrance, he had that barricaded from the inside. Instead, he lead her around to the ticket booth, lifted her up and tucked her inside, then did the same for the dog and climbed in. Closing the ticket window and locking with a wooden plank, Jon led her to the back of the booth and opened a slim door.[c]
The narrows stairs would lead them up to a costume room that led out to the balcony where the actors used to go to medieval cat call people. Jon used those fake ramparts to get around on the roof and keep a look out. He led her out onto the ramparts. Zombies were groaning and lulling around even inside the fairgrounds but he was unbothered by it. Hopping down onto a barricade of pallet boards with barrels underneathe, Jon reached up and scooped her over, climbing down and into one of the leather shops. The dog followed. [c]
Zane reached up and brushed his fingers along the back of her wrist. Then he lifted her hand and kissed her palm, shaking his head. "I don't want to work for him or stay here any longer than we have too. Whatever game we have to play to stay alive the end goal should always be to leave." Although, blowing Umbrella was a noble idea, he didn't really want to risk staying here any longer than he had too. He told Daniel he'd come for her and now they had Kila to think about. It was looking like the easiest thing to do was pick up whatever mission her father wanted him on and get out to "complete" it. Zane kissed her palm again. "Ready to get out? We got food coming." That happy buzz was hitting the surface again. [e]

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/me As the man mentioned he'd leave her for dead if she attracted attention, she squinted, but upon seeing the hoards around them, she quieted down. She was quiet all the way through, reluctantly letting herself be hoisted up and moved around until they found themselves in one of the leather shops. She would speak out, though not loud enough to draw any attention. "What the hell do you want with me? Are you with Umbrella?" She asked, more so stern than scared. If he wanted to kill her, he would have probably done so already. Considering Bea and Zane were gone... There was surely something that was causing this. She gave the man a brief look over. The hammers on his back seemed heavy. He was surely strong... But the way he lifted her so easily out of the submarine, then over his shoulder. That wasn't some normal strength. He didn't look like some strongman contest winner, though built enough. "And once again, who the hell are you?" With her hands still trapped behind her back, she tossed her head to the side for a moment to knock some of her hair out of the way, though she didn't do herself any favors in the jiggle department.

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Bea closed her eyes as she felt him stroke over the back of her wrist, reopening them as he kissed her palm and shook his head. She heard him out and gave a soft nod, despite her submissive and manipulated loyalty to her dad pecking at the back of her head, knowing it wouldn’t be something this straight forward and that Zane was being quite naïve if he thought it would be as simple as getting in, getting a job done and then getting out. She hummed on the thought of bursting his optimistic in and out bubble until he kissed her hand, pulling her mind back to the present. “Yeah..I’m done I think.” She said as she began to stand, making light work of drying herself off and then taking some time to make herself look like the Bea he first encountered, her dark makeup and attire returning with her grungy rough around the edges appearance. She picked up the leather calves of the boots and carried them from the bathroom into the bedroom, her footsteps relatively quiet until a few of the floorboards began to (c)
creak under the pressure, making her halt in her steps. She frowned softly on making a mental note of it, searching her brain on if they always did that. She would sit on the edge of the bed and slip her feet into her boots, zipping them up and glancing across the way to herself in the mirror. Her hands slid over her outfit down to her hips as she scanned over herself, a somber expression on her face as she couldn’t recognise herself at all, she couldn’t remember who she was before the drugs, to then finding her caring nature on the boat to now being, confused. “Do you ever feel like-..You..You exist to be what other people need?” She asked on glancing over to Zane, hoping he had a half decent answer to give her since she was going out of her mind on her current identity crisis.

Jon leaned back on the wall and looked Daniel up and down. He hooked a finger in his bandana and pulled it down. The knuckle of the same finger flicked his glasses up onto his head, thick brows relaxed on his hard square face and his dark brown eyes settled on her chest. "Nothing..." He said, though that clearly wasn't the complete truth. Snapping his gaze up to her face, he shook his head. "Nah. I'm not with those guys but I'm not not with them either. We'll see how this goes." Pushing off the wall, he reached out and tucked the stray strands of her hair behind her ears. "You can call me Jon." He said, reaching into his pocket and flicking a knife open. "And if you promise to behave, I'll cut you free." The tip of the blade came to rest against her chin, "but if you give me shit or try to run, I'll feed you to the walkers. Get me?" His warm brown eyes went cold even though he was smiling at her. [c]
Zane was living under no delusion that this was going to be easy. He was just determined to make as much of a straight line from point A to point B as he possibly could. Get Bea out of here, find Daniel and Kila.. that was his goal. If he just so happen to kill her father on the way out? Bonus points. Bea out of the tub and he walked back into the room. The clothes that been brought for him, he'd put on later. The shoes were easily accessible enough that if he found and opening he could get them on quickly. He plopped down on a chair, slouching down and laying his head back, staring up at the ornate ceiling. He heard the creak of the floor boards. No way that was something to ignore but he left it alone for now. Bea needed rest and time to decompress.[c]
Hearing her question, he lifted his head and looked over at her. She looked like the day he met her and he had thought it would make her happy but she just looked lost. "I used too." He said honestly. "Hopping from foster home to foster home I just kept trying to be the perfect kid so people wouldn't throw me away but it never worked. I thought it worked with Daniel but I was wrong then too. You either decide to please yourself or succumb and drive yourself crazy."[e]

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/me Daniel rose an eyebrow curiously at Jon. As he revealed his eyes and face, she could tell that he was checking out her chest. "Well, you could have fucking fooled me." She replied. Once he had the tip of the knife at her chin, she took a deep breathe, her chest rising and falling with it. "Well, Jon. I'll behave, but if you keep staring at my tits, I might need to punch you." She replied, squinting at him sternly. That was a sentence she had regrettably uttered before. "And we'll see how this goes? You're awfully vague."

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She would watch Zane as he relaxed in the chair, he looked pretty done in and she couldn’t blame him for it, she’d dragged him into what was likely his purgatory being within an Umbrella establishment. She rubbed the back of her neck on him answering her. “I-..I didn’t know you were in foster care..” She said on feeling awful that she’d never even had the thought process to ask him what his life was like before the outbreak. “I’m sorry-..I-..I can’t imagine what that was like..” Thought in part she could from her living on her own as a teen but outward appearances of this grandiose house, the yacht, the money, she knew she would sound tone deaf if she tried to relate, she was a private school rich kid for the most part of growing up, she hadn’t a right to compare herself to him. “So…You now please yourself instead of trying to fix into a box and be what people need?” She asked inquisitively as she neared him. “I-..I felt pleased with myself on the boat, helping people. Maybe that’s who I am (c)
and what I exist for? Healing, comforting and caring.” She said before she shook her head. “But I could never bloody be a mother, I don’t have a maternal bone in my body.” She would tease on a smile. She would gaze back up to him on breaking the awkward silence. “So-..When’s food and what’re we having?..” She asked on forcing herself to accept that she had an appetite, with Zane here it would be a losing battle for her to protest and she knew that.

His grin pulled into a smirk when she threatened to punch him. "I've been punched for less." Lifting the knife off her face, he waved it lazily back and forth in thought. "Then again, I dunno if I want to risk it given these harsh times." He mused then nodded to her accusing him of being vague. "Yeah, well... so are they." He closed the knife, clearly having decided against letting her go. One hand tucking the knife away, the other reached out and gripped her upper arm again, leading her through the weaving connectors between the stalls that kept them out of the reach of the walkers until they came to a kitchen. Her parked his little hostage near front of the stall, so her back was to the pickup counter, where beyond that was the cubby for the cashiers and walkers could be heard groaning not far off. Pressing a button on his headphones, Jon went to the fridge and pulled out some seasoned steaks and flicked on one of the grills. While he waited for the stove to warm up, he pulled her phone out of his pocket and walked over to her. "Think we should text back your /friend/? I mean they must be worried sick." He teased.[c]
Zane blinked at Bea realizing how little they really knew about each other. He smiled at her when she apologized, his own smile apologetic as well. "We haven't really had time to go down that road, have we?" It was pretty rhetoric. Even when they were alone on the yacht they were riding the waves of her withdrawls and spending most of their time just trying to distract her from it. Not that he minded but it was nice to hear that she cared enough to ask at some point. He couldn't help the cheeky, dirty smirk that came over him when she got closer talking about pleasing himself. He sat up a little and reached for her legs, pulling her closer to straddle his thigh.[c]
"Well, sometimes I still please others and I enjoy it." Images of her laying next to him pleasing herself made his mind wander for a second before he pulled himself together and looked up at her. "I mean, I think there's a profession for that... Nursing, I think they call it." He said, with a light laugh, which picked up slightly when she said she didn't have a maternal bone in her body. "I think you'd be a great mother." He said before catching what he actually said. Silence fell between them then Bea broke it. His eyes darted to the large clock on the wall and he stood up, dragging his hand from her thigh, up her side to her butt and laying it across her lower back. "Right... about... now." Knock knock[c]
He moved her to the other side of the room, by the tall windows, then went to open the door to let in the cook and his small crew. The came in and set up near the balcony doors. Zane moved back to Bea, hooking his finger under her chin and looking down at her. "No matter who you choose to be, you'll always be beautiful." [e]

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/me Daniel clenched her jaw, grinding her teeth a little in frustration as Jon pulled the knife away and she realized that he wasn't going to clip apart the ties. She stayed quiet as he led her over to the kitchen area, hearing the walkers behind her as her shoulders tensed up a little. "Oh? Steaks? Not what I expected from you on a first date. Especially after you fucking kidnapped me." She scoffed mockingly. When he brought up texting back Zane, she was reluctant. "Fuck you, man." She managed to pull herself off the up counter, taking a couple of steps forward. Her hands being held behind her didn't help her lack of a bra. As she blew her strands of hair out of her face, a brief semblance of the scar around the side of her head, more often than not hidden, could be seen. "Yeah, sure, text him back. Give him the location so he could kick your ass."

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She would give a soft nod to his rhetoric question, it didn’t need answering but she wanted to show she was on the same page with him. “I guess-..I guess with everything that was going on and-..Tensions and, surprise intruders or newcomers, we’ve been too busy to actually find out these thing about each other.” She would clock his cheeky smirk and knew exactly where his mind was headed, shooting him a stern look yet with a smirk of her own on a soft “Pack it in, you degenerate.” as he pulled her in to straddle his thigh. She rested her arms over his shoulder as she listened to him, giving a silent nod in response “Yeah, maybe that’s what I’d have done with my life if there wasn’t this outbreak and I wasn’t a junkie.” She said with a hopefully tone in her voice as if it wasn’t too late, her eyes drifting from him for a second before they shot back up as he mentioned believing she’d be a good mother, her lips parting on her stunned expression. His hand on her thigh moving up to her backside pulled her back (c)
into the room, a warm smile landing on her lips as he moved her, her eyes widening at the spectacle of staff entering the room and setting up a table in front of the balcony. Zanes finger hooking under her chin drawing her in to look at him as he spoke, her smile so deep it bought out her stray dimple as she diverted her eyes to his compliment. “You’re gonna end up buttering me up more than the lobster at this rate..” She said timidly on a smirk before dropping a light kiss to his lips.

Smirking at her, he turned around and stuck two stakes through the steaks and lay them down on the griddle before turning back to her. "I'll have you know I can be pretty damn romantic even in a world full of shit. I still even manage to wash my ass, ya know... just in case." He winked at her. Taking the phone out of her face, he looked at the text message as if mulling over the idea of texting exactly what she said. "So this /friend/ of yours is a real beast huh? I love a good fight. Unfortunately. I don't think you'll be here when he comes'a callin'." His fingers hung over the keyboard then he finally punch in the location and hit send. "Let's see how quick he is." Closing the phone, he stuck it in his back pocket, gave her a not subtle once over again. Catching the edges of the scar under her hairline. He turned and flipped the steaks then went to the fridge that was still running on a generator and took out a bottle of water, cracking it open as he walked over to her. Grabbing her chin, he tilted her head back and pressed his index finger against the side of her lips. It was easy to see that if she didn't open her mouth he was going to pry it open.

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/me "Right. I'm already falling in love." She replied sarcastically. She was about to reply to his next comment, though she watched him type something on the phone and stuff it in his pocket. "So, what? Umbrella is coming to get me?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. She seemed to have been putting two and two together before he walked over and placed his finger on her lips. Reluctantly, she opened it, but muttered before. "Did Umbrella take him?"

"Now, how the hell would I know that?" He asked, tipping the bottle over and pouring water into her mouth until she couldn't take anymore. Pulling the bottle back, he rubbed his thumb over her lower lip and the corner of her mouth, watching her mouth intently for a long moment before leaving the bottle on the counter and going back to flip the steaks again. "I just want the guy to show up and give me a show." As for her first question, which he'd ignored, Jon checked his watch then, shrugged. "I would have thought those dudes would have been here by now. Gah, they are fucking useless." He flicked the stove off and picked up the two stakes promptly chopping down on one steak while holding the other out to her face. "In the meantime, you can enjoy my company and this wining and dining I'm doing."

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/me The water filled her mouth until it had nearly overflowed, leaving her having a hard time swallowing it all at once. Some water would fall from her mouth and onto her chest, slipping between her cleavage as she managed to swallow some down. She took a deep breathe afterwards. His finger lingering on her lips and his gaze left her eyes wide before he pulled away. As he chomped at his steak, she looked at the one that dangled from her face, shaking her head. She sure as hell didn't trust him, or it. "Not hungry..." She muttered., turning away from Jon. She'd sigh. "Fuck it. They already took everything from me... Put my brain in this fucking body." She was getting hopeless. She didn't know what happened to Zane and Bea, but considering their disappearance, she figured it would be Umbrella.

She refused his offer of food and he shrugged, putting it on the top of a stack of clean plates and continued to chomp away at his steak, watching as she turned away from him. His brows pinched together at her muttering. "Put your brain into a what now? You an experiment too huh? Sounds like you didn't like your results. Maybe they didn't either that's why they want you back. Gotta say though, from where I'm standing they did you good, girl." Finishing one steak, he flicked the stick and picked up the other one, starting in on it after chugging some of her water. Moving up beside her, he leaned on the counter and looked through the pick up slat to the outside. "Hmm. They always get restless around twilight." There was an edge of excitement in his voice, his shoulders rolling happily.

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/me "Yeah, I am. You are too?" She asked, tilting her head at him. "They gave me a brain transplant. Put me in this chick's body." She said, shaking her head as he sat down. She leaned forward a bit, naively displaying her cleavage. "So keep in mind who you're checking out." She said. Noticing his demeanor as he looked at the walkers outside, she raised an eyebrow. This guy liked this shit? She shook her head once more. How the fuck did she end up here...

Jon arched a brow at her, his dark brown eyes scouring her curves once more before coming up to her eyes. "And who am I checking out exactly?" He asked skeptically, having not caught onto to what she meant when she said "this chick's body". To him that meant from one woman's body to another. Outside the walkers started to move more, instead of swaying in the breeze like blades of grass, they started to actually move, taking steps in whatever direction they were facing but now he was more interested in the story of the woman in front of him.

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/me Daniel rose an eyebrow at him. "Do I need to spell it out for you? I was a guy." She said, shaking her head. She assumed maybe they had some mutual sympathy since he had been experimented on as well, but probably not. She had noticed his eyes drop to her chest once more as well, to which she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She straightened herself out, though with her hands behind her back it was inevitable that her chest would stand prominent. "Can you just untie these things? I could have kicked you by now if I was going to do something."

Oddthomas: It was his turn to arch a brow at her, his wild red hair falling in front of his face, drawing his attention to pushing it back over his head enough that he pushed his headphones off his head and they fell around his corded neck. "You... used to be a dude?" His features smoothed out a little bit but he was clearly still in disbelief as he let out a low whistle. "You just staying that so I'll stop checking you out or something?" There were a lot of rumors floating around about Umbrella, even before the outbreak. He wasn't just about to believe some hot chick used to be a dude. Seemed like a good lie in a pinch. "Yeah, my shit wasn't anything that fucked up." He said, humoring her a bit.

AshDunn:Daniel shook her head. "Not lying. It's fucking true." She said, squinting sternly at him. "They had me pretending to be this chick for months until the world started ending." Once he brought up that the shit Umbrella put him through wasn't that fucked up, she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head curiously. "What did they do to you? Give you that red hair?" She asked, somewhat mockingly though she was genuinely curious. "You know, Umbrella is coming to get me and all, sure. But if they fucked you up too, you don't have to hand me over." She tried to float the notion.

Oddthomas: He peered at her suspciously, then shook his head, not believing. "Nice cover story." Jon pulled his hand out of his hair, letting his longer strands thread through his fingers as he looked at his hair. "I was a pretty blond before the experiment. This is actually a result of them supping me up like a race car." He reached behind him and lifted one of the heavy hammers off his back, bicep buldging under his open plaid shirt as he brought it around and held the hammer head to her chin. "I was strong but they made me stronger and faster. The only down side is I need to eat like crazy and I crash out pretty quick." He lowered the hammer, putting the head on the floor and leaning on the bar a smirk curling his lips as he looked her over again. "If I don't give you to them, what am I keeping you around for, sir?"

AshDunn: "Not a cover story. Check the scar." She said, turning her head a little before trying to blow her hair up a little to show it as her arms were still restrained. Her eyes widened as the hammer found itself at her chin, her gaze shifting from the length of the hammer to his arm and bulding muscles. He was strong...Unnaturally strong. "Why the fuck couldn't they give me that instead?" She muttered before the hammer was down on the floor and Jon continued. She noticed his eyes gazing over her body and the smirk on his lips. "You seem like someone who has nothing to lose. Why cave to them?" She tried to convince him, ignoring what she thought he was alluding too, though ultimately vulnerable considering her restraints. "Why don't you call Zane or something, ask him who I am?"

OddThomas: Curious, Jon lifted the hammer and put it back into the strap on his back before moving closer to her. His large, broad frame crowded her space as he stepped into her. His eyes roamed over her face slowly, deep brown eyes twinkling with a lot of thoughts that were very obvious. Her large chest brushed against his half bare one as he reached up with both hands and pushed her hair up to the top of her head so he could see the deep scar running along her hairline to the back of her head. Clearly enjoying the control he had over her, he tilted her head and looked her over. "All that proves is that they fucked with your head." He said, after lowering his head to her ear. Her retort made him smirk. He was still holding her head when he looked down at her. "You're really hung up on Zane, huh?" He hissed the name mockingly. "He the one that got away?" Laughing to himself, he let her head go and went back across the room to the fridge to get a beer, twisting the top off a beer that wasn't a twist off. He took a swig, regarding her again. "It's not caving if they give me what I want. So, you'll have be a better sell then they are."

AshDunn: Daniel suddenly felt puny in front of Jon, her chest brushing against his and his broad frame overpowering her contrasting one. As he tilted her head and pulled her hair up, she didn't fight his grip, simply for the fact that he could probably snap her neck then and there if Jon so felt like it. "It's fucking true..." She muttered in response. Looking up at him, she'd continue. "I told you, he's my friend." She would hold back on the remarks about Zane kicking his ass... She suddenyl wasn't sure if she felt so confident about that anymore. When he went past her and grabbed his beer, she reluctantly turned to face him. It was clear what he was hinting at. She was quiet, debating her options internally. In her mind, she was equating Umbrella picking her up to death, especially after hearing what Kila had overheard on the radios. On the other hand...She'd live, at least? "Contact Umbrella... Tell them something went wrong and you didn't capture me." She said, turning her head away for a moment. What Jon was asking for, he didn't exactly ask for in terms of a proposal, but it was clear, and she had just accepted it reluctantly. "And I want to let my friends know I'm okay."

Diitzy: That kiss wasn't meant to be a goodbye, Kila had every intention to follow after Daniel, but arms slung over her and knocked her back as she was dragged to the opposite submarine. "Fucker you are so dead I said NO ONE steps on this boat!" She stomped her foot onto the soldier's steel boot which did nothing, fine. The girl chomped her teeth hard into his arm. "Son of a bitch!" The guy snapped and his hold slipped. Kila wasn't much of a fighter in the old human days. She might have had a few bar brawls but that was because her tribe didn't fuck with people who didn't act accordingly. Though even then it was her wild best friend that started throwing punches first. Kila didn't like the feeling of fomo so she just went along with it. Those were the good old days. Now it's world war boat-boondock-saint mother fucking shit kicking. She swung around and grabbed the soldier's gun from its sleeve and started cocking a bullet into the solider's jaw straight through his head as she hung him over into her shoulder. She thought there were only two but when she peered over her shoulder the helicopter was low enough for four other men to leap down on the front dock.

This is unfair. I call time out." She looked back over to the submarine at the edge of boat with a speed boat zooming out. "....Did she just steal my dog? WITH A MAN. Bro. I thought we had a connection." Completely oblivious that she was talking to a dead corpse leaning into her shoulder like her own personal 'Weekend at Bernies'. "I mean I think I'm cool people don't you think?" She turned to the blown face. "Well fuck you too." The men fell into line. "We need to bring her in alive remember that boys" The squad leader mic over to the others they all lowered their guns and launched at the girl. It was surprising to find out that Kila dropped the corpse and launched forward right into them. The rest was a blur, maybe someone died but those that lived to tell the tale were brutally fucked up from Kila. Eventually, they managed to tranquilize her and Kila could be found hanging upside down from the helicopter arms draped over her head swaying back and forth with the wind dead ass asleep. They made sure she couldn't get loose with duck tape, chains, and restraints.

Oddthomas: "Uh huh." Jon responded absently, when Daniel keep protesting, trying to get him to believe. The sound of disbelief was repeated when Daniel counted his comment about Zane. Where ever the dog had been, it pranced back in and circled Jon's legs then hopped up on its back legs and held its little front paws out. "Oh my god! You dance!" Jon bent slightly to meet the little puppy. "Yeah! Yeah... get it boy! Look at you go. You're such a good boy, yes you are." Spinning around, he flipped the stove back on and slapped another steak on a stake on the grill again. The works coming out Daniel's mouth, made him turned around, he took his hammers off his back and laid them on a metal work table with a clang.

Then he took off his backpack, a giant cross with a cartoon stitched on it and laid that down too. Figuring he was gonna have to watch this chick for a while since she hadn't been picked up yet, he was getting comfortable. Folding his arms over his chest, he leaned back on the counter near the stove and watched her standing there with her arms pinned behind her back and chest pushed forward. "Oh yeah? You really wanna stay with me huh? Falling in love?"

Meanwhile, back at the yacht, four trained soldiers were fighting for their damned lives against a lunatic that was talking to a corpose. "She bit me, bro! She fucking bit me! Am I gonna die? Am I gonna turn? Is that why the fuck they wanted her because she's one of them?" One of the soldiers was freaking out, rolling up his ripped sleeve to look at his arm. One of the other ones, was leaning against the open chopper door, clutching his pearls and panting he just ran a marathon at sprint pace.

The third guy was slumped in the chair, not even buckled in, holding his gun like a security blanket. "We should just shoot her and say we couldn't take her alive." He whimpered. The middle guy caught his breath, shaking his head. "No way man. I'm not loosing my job for you or this." "Job! Why the fuck do we even need jobs?! The world is fucked!" "Hey man, we're part of the new world order, we turn out back now and we're really fucked." "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck." The all leaned out the window cautiously, the way kids look under the bed at night. "Maybe we should pull her up?" "Fuck that!" It was a pretty unanimous vote, so the pilot made for the island.[e]

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/me Daniel closed her eyes for a moment in frustration before she heard Jon talking to Reaper. She opened her eyes, tiling her head at the dog. Fucking dog didn't realize they were kidnapped. When Jon walked over to the counter and placed his hammer down, her eyes were fixed on him, though she didn't move. She didn't think she could even trust him, but she had limited options right now. "Don't push it... " She started, taking some steps forward and then turning around to show her restraints. "Just cut these things open and do whatever you're going to do." She sounded somewhat defeated. "And if you're going to hand me over to Umbrella, might as well just kill me now."


His eyes didn't leave her as she deflated in front of him then walked over and turned around. Turns out the back was a good as the front. Another low whistle. There was a long pause as he watched her, weighing his options. She could run if she wanted to but the place was swamped with Zombies and one of his favorite things about this place was that ways to avoid them weren't that obvious and all the doors were barricaded. Jon finally reached out and hooked his finger in the loop of her zipties, then he hooked his other finger in them and pulled them apart with a soft snap. "I ain't telling Umbrella shit. If or when they come for you, you're on your own. Until then..." He shrugged. She could do whatever she wanted. Turning away from her, he picked up the steak and turned off the stove. "Look what I got!" Reaper was doing his little jumpy dance again. "Is that yours? Is that yours, huh? Because you're the goodest boy? Yes, you are." He gave the little pup the steak and smirked to [c]
himself when the dog scampered away to eat in a corner. Pushing a hand through his hair again, Jon tapped a button on his headphones and changed the song, humming to the new tune. He wasn't looking at Daniel, but he was still clocking her every move. [e]


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/me Daniel heard the low whistle, cranking her neck a little bit before the zip ties were broken. She took a moment to stretch out her wrists, bringing them in front of her and rubbing them. When Jon made his way over to the oven, she turned around and raised an eyebrow. Wasn't he insinuating something just a moment ago, now he was acting as if she wasn't there? He fed the dog a steak, tapped his headphones and seemed to ignore her now, which was surprising. Taking a couple of steps over to him, she asked. "Can I have my phone? I need to make sure my friends are okay." She rubbed the back of her neck.


His head was bobbing to the music as he picked up his beer and chugged it down. Wiping his mouth with the heel of his hand, he reached back and handed her the phone without questioning it. Whatever was going on with them and Umbrella was none of his business. He'd done his part and picked her up. Granted, he'd lost the other one but it looked like the other guys were working on getting her. So that was on them.


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/me She'd grab the phone, opening it up and opening her messages with Bea. Seven percent battery left... Great. She'd start typing. "I'm okay...Where are you guys?" She couldn't afford burning through her battry for a call until she'd get a charger and some electricity. She'd stuff in the phone in her back pocket, turning back to Jon as he chugged down his beer and jammed out to his music. Raising an eyebrow. He didn't seem to have a care in the world. Lucky guy. She took a breathe before speaking. "Listen man...I need you to tell umbrella I'm not here. I need to find my friends. I'm not just hoping they don't show up for me."


Jon pulled his headphones off his head and made a face that clearly said he hadn't heard a word Daniel was saying to him. "What now?" He pitched the empty bottle into a trash can and the loud clang caught the attention of some of the walkers outside. The groaning got a little louder... closer but they weren't very good at climbing over things, at least not these ones. He didn't even look up at the sounds, his attention back on the feminine face in front of him. "I told you, I'm not helping you. I have no reason too." He pointed over her shoulder out past the pick up counter. "You can try your luck or you can wait it out. Your call."


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/me Daniel looked towards the outside and the hoards of zombies roaming around before steering her attention back to Jon. She was clenching her jaw. He clearly wasn't going to be any bit proactive here. She realized what he was insinuating before, when saying that she would need to offer something better than what Umbrella did. With a short wince, she swallowed her pride. Relucttantly, she pressed her arms to the sides of her breasts, pushing them together a little bit. "What if I give you a reason to help me?" She asked.


Jon raised a brow at her, then started to laugh. "You seriously think one quick lay in the middle of a meltdown is worth more than what Umbrella has given me?" He walked over to her, crowding her space again, looking down into her face and backed her into the counter behind her so he could cage her into his arms with his hands on the counter on either side of her. "I'm not really into things that rhythm with grape. And you don't really want to fuck me. I can see it in your face."


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/me Being backed into a corner had her a little tense. His form towered over her and she didn't have an escape. Looking up at him, Daniel found herself thinking of the time she spent living in this girl's world before things had gone to shit. It had become so easy to just snap in and out of it... Feeling as though she had no choice, her expression changed from tense and frustrated to soft and playful, somewhat slowly. She lifted her hand, running it long his arm and over the peaks of his muscles, her other tugging at her top strap. She wouldn't have admitted it, but during her time, she'd found herself putting on a show just to leave people high and dry. Boredom struck often. "So, you'll settle for just looking then?" She said with a smirk, only to tug the top of her top for a moment, letting it snap back into place.


Suspicion was written all over his face while her hands roamed over his chest and abs, which flexed under her touch. It had been a while indeed and the buxom package in front of him was pretty tempting... Jon shook his head and laughed, leaning up off the table and putting a step of space between them when she said he didn't look half bad up close. "You're a real charmer, ya know that? Sure know how to show a girl a good time." His laugh got a little bit deeper as he looked her over again. "Fucking me won't change your chances of survival even if you look like a good fuck."


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/me When Jon stepped back, she rose an eyebrow and tilted her head out him, almost a pouty expression on her lips. "Aw, rather send me off to Umbrella rather than have a good time?" She asked, her expression turning to a smirk again. "I think that says more about you than it does me, wouldn't you say?" She then shrugged, adjusting her top once more before leaning back on the counter. She kept her gaze on him. She had a brief flashback to that morning that she woke up next to the girl's ex... If she was going to die, she was going to find out. But she had to play it smart. "If you're not going to fuck me silly... Why don't you tell me what I can do?"


Grinning at her, Jon lifted his hands and laced them behind his head. "You're going to Umbrella one way or another at this rate..." He said, watching her face intently. "What would you say that says about me? That I can't be swayed in loyalties by a fuck?" He challenged. Then he went quiet for a moment before walking over to her again. He stopped for a moment then reached down and lifted her up, tossing her over his shoulders again. As he walked out of the room he picked up his hammers and his backpack carrying them and her through some narrow winding halls that were littered with junk and boxes until he opened up a door and carried her inside. Kicking the door shut, he dropped her onto a makeshift bed, then dropped his gear on the floor. Standing at the edge of the bed, he looked down at her. They were clearly in a bed room of sorts. He wanted to see if she was still gonna hold up the act if he seemed interested. "Alright, babe, since you're gunning for it. Show me what you got."


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/me Daniel was taken by surprise as she was lifted over his shoulder with ease, though not fighting it or struggling against his grip as he carried her through the narrow halls. "I mean, what? Not man enough to handle me?" She replied when he asked what it said about him. When she was plopped onto the makeshift bed, she took a brief movement to take in her surroundings. It was the apocalypse, afterall. Not everyone had a king size. Laying on her back, she got to her knees, facing him while he stood at the edge of the bed, her back straight as she tilted her head at him. Internally, she was having a debacle but externally, she shimmied her way over to him, placing a hand on his thigh and gently caressing it as she looked up at him. "Oh, hard to get, right?" She smirked.


Jon watched as she got to her knees and shimmied her way to the edge of the bed. Her hand on his thigh drew his attention for a moment before he looked back to her face. He hadn't been lying when he said sleeping with her wouldn't change how he felt about turning her over to Umbrella but he did feel a pang of guilt that she was still trying to sway him in that way. On the other hand, it had been a while and it might be even longer again until he found someone that was actually willing or even alive for that matter. It wouldn't have shown on his face, but he was debating internally as well. His head tilted down to her, watching her like a curious dog, but her words hadn't registered to him. His tongue flicked out and swept over his lower lip, dark eyes a little vacant.


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/me Daniel looked up at him, noticing that he seemed pensive as his tongue briefly licked his lower lip. She thought to herself that she was jealous of the view he was getting, her cleavage in plain sight, her butt held in the jean shorts with her phone sticking out the back pocket. She stood short, probably five foot two or three as she got to her feet, her fingers slipping right under his waistband as she found herself eye to eye with Jon. "Cat got your tongue?" She smirked, her fingers slowly fiddling deeper past his waistband and on top of his underwear.


Jon decided this was as good as it was gonna get. Feeling her hand trying to get down his pants as she got up a little higher her, he reached down and flicked the button on his jeans, loosening them up for her. "No." He said flatly, still watching her face even though her cleavage was never out of the sight because there was just so much of it. He'd caught a glimpse of her ass and the shorts that didn’t quite cover anything and he couldn't say it wasn't a great sight to have after watching nothing but the undead and their mangled bodies. "Not yet, anyway." -- I'm just waiting to see how long you're gonna hold this up, he thought, making a smirk curl his lips.


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/me Daniel felt his pants loosen over top of her hand. She'd be running her hand along his pelvis over top of his underwear until she heard him, a smirk on his lips afterward. She needed to work a little harder... Her hand traced down his front, her fingers sliding across the outline of his member in his undergarments. She'd slowly rest her palm on it, fingers coiling around it. She leaned in, bringing her plump lips to his neck, laying long, soft kisses on it. "I don't mind some foreplay." She said, holding herself up well.


Even though Jonathan was of two minds about what was happening, his body wasn't. Her hand passing so close to his dick made his abs flex as he became turned on, blood rushing down his body. He even let out a slight groan. Ugh, had it really been that long? Well, he was used to getting laid pretty regularly so this last two weeks, despite being pretty cool about how things went down, felt like an eternity when it came to sex. Her hand keep slipping lower, tracing the outline of him then finally curling her fingers around him and he groaned again, the feeling of her mouth on his neck only adding to his rising temperature. "I can see that." Jon said in a low voice. Reaching out, he gripped her hip and pulled her body as flush to his as her massive rack would allow. He dipped his head and started to lay kisses along her neck, reaching up with his other hand to hold her head, his thumb turning and tilting her head up and away from him, to give him more of her neck to trace with his lips and just lightly with his teeth.

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/me As Daniel felt Jon's member growing in her hand, she started to slide her hand across his member slowly. It seemed like his body was betraying him as she smirked. She was taken by surprise as he pulled her in and her chest pressed up against his. His was clearly strong, able to maneuver her head so that she was looking up while he planted his lips on her neck. Her free arm wrapped around his shoulder, hand resting on his back. "Not so hard to get, I guess?" She muttered, giving his dick a gentle squeeze before continuing to stroke it through his undergarments.

Diitzy: There comes a time when the job comes first. This wasn't that time. Fuck Umbrella Corp. Fuck the pay. Everything went to hell so why the hell Hediwck aka Hed was the unlucky one dragging this woman by a rope down to the pit? All the other guys chickened out, scared she woke up but Hed made sure to tranquilize her ass to Timbuktu slumberland. That bitch wasn't going to wake up and even so, they strapped her down tight enough for her not to get lost. At least for his life, he hoped they did. Orders were given and the mission was barely accomplished. The chick took out several men and sunk a giant yacht with an explosion. He saw nothing like it in his service of Umbrella Corp. This bitch was not human. (c)

He signed in at the entrance and the winding stairs were a nightmare to get her down but he managed. Tossing her in the holding cell he growled rubbing the back of his neck. "You all got your ass handed to ya by a little girl? That's embarrassing." The guard at the front opened the door for Hed to leave. "You have no idea what you have to babysit now. She's your problem now. Good fucking luck when she wakes up. (c)

Ten moments later.. (SpongeBob narration could be heard here). Kila's vision blurred to clarity and muffled sounds echoed through the cellar. The gagged her with cloth and she was tightened with her arms behind her back. Her first instinct was to slam her body against the bolted bed at the wall which rattled the chains in a loud bang. The more frustrated she got the more she was becoming undone. She coughed out the rag. "YOU MOTHER FUCKING COCKSUCKERS. GET BACK HERE SO I CAN KILL YOU." She yelled and bolted to her feet to ram right into the steel bars. (e)

Judge: He was a sleep in his cell, laying on a cot with his arm across his eyes. Sleep wasn't something he got a lot of even before being in here but they really liked to fuck with your sleep schedule in here. It fucked with your mind, kept you jittery and on edge. There were no clocks, no light other than artifical ones they turned up or down depending on how they were trying to torture you. People came and went, some went and never came back. The cell to his right had been empty for a long time, just how long... he had no way of knowing. The guy to his left talked to himself, so they had never had a chance to bond.

There was muffled talking down the hall beyond the main door then it hissed opened and something was dragged into the cell to his right. He listened to the body drop, the door lock and clink then rolled onto his side facing the wall. Drifting in an out of sleep, he was jolted awake when thudding started in the cell next to him. Then the shouting started and he smiled. Sounded female. Sounded feisty. Sounded like someone that would give them a run for their money.

Sitting up, he swung his booted feet down to the floor and rested his arms on his thighs, listening. She slammed into the bars. It rang out like a hollow bell and he could tell she was small by the way the sound waves rippled and the bars clanged. He could even tell that she hadn't richocted back much and had taken little damage, or at least hadn't been deterred by it with that much rage running through her. He groaned, the vein in his head was throbbing and a high pitched ringing had started in his ears. Overanalyzing did this to him lately.

Diitzy:The thud of boots came from the cell next to her. She wasn't alone in this pit. Good, she had someone inside that had been here before her. That could be resourceful right? Knowing when things were in the regiment. When they checked on the cells, when they came and went, and especially when food was served. Her stomach groaned. Food. God, she missed food.

Her yelling did draw attention to one of the guards whom she attempted to strangle with the long rope that was tied to her legs and that led her to be dismissed of rope and the chains. It took a group of five armed men pointing their machine guns at her to get said restraints off but by the time she could launch and start a brawl, she was tranq again. At this time she realized they had to keep her alive. Why? Like all the dumb luck till now it will make sense. Eventually.

The girl woke up again to silence. "ahh fuck my head" She rubbed the side of her head. All the dart shooting was giving her a migraine from dehydration. "Hey anyone here?" She crawled back up to her feet as the response wasn't fast enough. "Well great. Last time I was in isolation it was in neverland on a fucking boat. Now what is it going to be? Shawshank redemption with no buddies? FUck my life man." She grabbed her growling stomach. "Where's the food?" pressed her head against the metal bars grumbling.

Judge: The scuffle in the next cell sounded five guys trying to wrangle a bull on steriods. It seemed to take a lot of time too. His foot was tapping on the floor rhythmically while the whole thing went on. Six minutes and forty-five seconds. Thud. Her body hit the ground again. Silence fell throughout the halls and the cells, even the guy on the other side of him was quiet, snoring softly. Chaos always made him sleepy and quieted the voices in his head. He sat in the silence for a moment before getting up and taking off his shirt and jacket, folding them and laying them on the cot that looked untouched.

There wasn't a lot of room in his cell between the cot and his toilet and sink but between the bars and back wall there was enough room for him to stretch his body out. He'd gotten almost 200 reps in today in the six exercises he deemed useful to him in this situation. He was running on food he'd eaten two days ago so that wasn't bad. Just as he finished up, they came around with the metal trays-- three slices of bread, some sort of meat and potatoe stew and jello cup that usually contained a sedative and a bottle of water. He noted they didn't leave anything for her and she was still out cold.

After washing his face and under his arms, he sat down on the floor in front of his cot, looking at the wall where she was on the other side, his green eyes scoured the walls. A brick in the bottom of the wall had cracked mortor around it. It looked loose. Leaving the slices of bread on the cot, he got up and knelt down in front of the brick, digging out the mortor with his finger, even chipping away a little at the brick. The rumble of her stomach barely made it through the thick walls but her booming voice did just fine. He didn't have a chance to speak, while focused on the brick, but after a moment he was able to wiggle it free, creating a hole between their cells.

Putting the brick behind the toilet, he came back and sat down, placing the bread on his napkin and sliding it through. Then he drank half his water and rolled the half full bottle to her. Sitting with his back to the wall, beside the hole, he laid his head back and rested an arm over his knee.

His mouth traveled a little lower, over her clavicle, his hand spreading across her hip so that his thumb slipped under the waistband of her shorts and over her hip, the rest of his fingers slipped in the back, to take a handful of her ass. He pressed her against him again. "What's the point of playing hard to get? This could be your last fuck since Umbrella is on their way." He smirked against her skin, his dick hard in her hand, holding her close but pausing for a moment to see what her reaction to that would be.

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/me Daniel felt his lips kissing down her neck, his hands on her plump butt, as he pulled her in again. Her ample bussom would press against his chest once more as she heard his words. Hearing that Umbrella was on their way, she'd have to step up her game. "You really want Umbrella to come ruin our fun?" She asked, taking her hand off his swollen member for a moment, only to slide her hand behind the waistband of his underwear, wrapping her dainty fingers around it once more. She stroked him slowly, tilting her head forward again so that she was looking at him. "Cause all evidence is showing you'd much prefer me sticking around." She smirked, tilting her head at him and giving a gentle squeeze to his cock.

Oh, so that was her game; taking her time until he either decided to live with blue balls or hide her from Umbrella. Okay. His hand started to snake around between them, popping the button on her shorts so he could get his thick fingers down the front of her shorts and panties, the tip of his finger parting her lips and teasing her clit. He groaned to feel her fingers, flesh to flesh, with his hard cock. It hadn't been touched by anyone in days and twitched in her hand, thickening a little more with want. But while his body was giving into her completely, Jon was still weighing his options. He wasn't about to turn down a willing fuck, but keeping her around? Eh, he was still wonky on that front.  

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/me Daniel's eyes widened for a moment, though rather than be in shock, it was in surprise as Jon's hand unbottoned her shorts and slipped into her panties. Feeling his finger's spreading her and rubbing her clit had her a little stiff for a moment. It was the first that, that she remembered, having a man touch her that way. She had a brief flashback, waking up that morning next to the bodies ex-boyfriend.... Her hand sped up a bit, stroking him a little quicker though she held her hand less firmly, making sure not to hurt him. His fingers on her didn't feel half bad, and that was slightly worriesome, but she wasn't going to give up. "You're so hard..." She said in a breathy voice, pressing her plump lips against his for a slow, short kiss.

His head tilted curiously at her reaction to him reaching between her legs. Pulling his hand back, the other came around and firmly gripped her neck, tilting her head back and opening her mouth. He wet his fingers on her tongue then went back to teasing her clit. "Is this new for you, baby?" He asked, his gruff voice brushing her skin as he leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth. "It's been a while," He replied to her statement, "And you're hot." His index finger kept at her clit while his middle finger slipped further down and started to tease her lips and entrance. Still holding her neck, he kissed her back, slipping his tongue along her lower lip and nipping it softly.  

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/me Felt his fingers against her tongue, tilting her head back to him once his grip lightened on it. "You could say that..." She replied to him asking her if this was new for her. In essence, for the body she was in, it wasn't. But for her... It was very new. And it wasn't bad. She was about to reply to his comments when his fingers slid lower, teasing her entrance and stimulating her clit. Her lips parted, but a deep exhale came through instead of words. As she managed to compose herself enough to speak. Her free hand gripped the back of his sweater, rubbing against his back as she spoke. She was supposed to be teasing him, but she found herself a bit lost. All the while, she was still stroking him, her thumb extended and rubbing the bottom side of the head of his cock. "It may be longer till next time..." She replied, finding herself getting moist down below.

Moisture started to coat the tip of his finger, so he pushed it slowly inside, barely to his first knuckle, finger wiggling slowly against her tight walls as he switched his index finger for his thumb on her clit. At this point, he was toggling with the idea that she was a virgin. It would explain the shock and awe, the lies about being a guy in a woman's body. Jon lowered his mouth to her jaw and started to kiss her skin again, stepping closer to the edge of the bed and into the loose grip she had on his dick. His breathing went up a tick, precum coating his head. "It may..." He said against her neck, moving his mouth over the top of her full chest and sucking on it slowly, "Unless..." He prompted, waiting to see how far she was going to try to take this.  

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/me As his finger slipped into her moist slit, she almost shuddered to the feeling. She could feel his hip pushing his cock between her fingers and her palm, the sudden coat of his precum lubing up her thumb. She dragged her thumb down a bit gripped his cock a little more, the light coating of his precum letting her drag her palm up and down his cock without too much friction. It was getting more difficult to keep her eyes on the prize with his lips pressing against the top of her breasts. "Imagine all the fun we could have..." She muttered, though at this point, that's what she was thinking of as well as her survival. She tilted her head back, letting him kiss her breasts.

His hand dropped from her neck as he started to shrug out of his flannel, reaching down to push his underwear and pants down on his thighs a bit, letting his dick spring free. Her words were tempting, his focus slipping from ration to desire driven. "Is that what you want? To be my little free use fuck toy?" He growled against her chest, his resolve clearly slipping as his head nuzzled lower, pushing her top down, his hand coming up to cup her breast and hold the flesh to his mouth where his tongue found her nipple and teased it until it was hard. Meanwhile his finger had slipped deeper into her, stroking from tip to second knuckle a little faster inside her.  

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/me Daniel continued stroking him as he pulled his pants and underwear down. As his cock sprung free, she'd slide her hand across it, occasionally sliding a finger across his sack gently. His question made her squirm a little bit, though as her breasts came free from her top and she felt his lips and tongue against her hardening nipple, she'd close her eyes, a sensual exhale slipping through her lips. "I'll let you decide..." Was all she could mutter before his finger slipped depper into her, a short moan escaping her mouth as she wrapped her arm around his shoulders, bringing herself in closer. "Fuck... That's nice..."

Deciding she was wet enough, Jon pulled his hand free and smeared her juices on his dick where her hand had been. Umbrella would show up at anytime and he didn't want to waste an opportunity like this one. It was time to get down to business and take what was being offered to him. His lips came away from her chest with a soft pop, and he gripped her hips, spinning her around on the bed and pushing her down onto her hands and knees. With one hand on her back, her pulled her shorts and underwear down, smoothing his hand over her round ass and giving it a light smack before tickling his fingers against her wet lips from behind. Stepping up to her, he took his dick in his hand and pressed his head against her. "Just remember," He exhaled,"This was your idea." And he hissed sharply as his dick spread her open and slid slowly inside.  

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/me As he gripped her hips and spun her around, she shuddered in pleasure for a moment as he slipped his finger out of her. Before she knew it, her butt was facing him, placed on her hands and knees and her shorts and panties were down. Feeling the slight sting of his palm smacking her, her plump cheek bounced for a moment. She was drenched. Why was she enjoying this so much? She clenched her jaw, body tensing up a little as he pressed against her. "Seems like it's yours at this point..." She muttered though her eyes drew wide and she shuddered in pleasure, a moan slipping out of her as he slipped himself in. Her walls hugged him tight, the foreign feeling seemingly blowing her mind for a moment. "Oh, fuck..." He felt huge inside her, though maybe it could have been as a result of never having felt a dick inside herself. "You're so big..." She said, pressing her butt against him as a hand ran over her breasts.

Jon bit his lower lip as he squeezed himself inside of her. Her walls had a tighter grip on him than her hand had and he groaned low in his throat, pushing forward until his hips met her ass. Both hands were pressed to her ass and hips now, and he pushed her forward as he pulled out slowly, then jerked her back onto him. "It's a good idea..." He groaned, not really caring about holding up their fake argument at this point. The head of his dick was pushing past her cervix digging deep into her. He picked up a steady pace, watching as her curvy body bounced back on him and her tits bounced against the stolen mattress and sheets. Leaning into her, his hand wrapped around her hip and started to play with her clit again, as he reached down and took one of her heavy tits in his hand to fondle it slowly and teasingly, rubbing the rough pads of his finger along her tight nipple.  

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/me As Jon took Daniel, she couldn't help but forget about Umbrella all together. Now her mind was simply letting all this happen and enjoying it. As he started a steady pace, she could feel his cock sliding deep into her, a jiggle across her butt and her breasts swaying against the mattress. Once his hand had made way to her clit, his other on her breast, her pussy tightened a little more. "Oh, fuck..Yes..." She muttered almost incoherently as she closed her eyes, her breathes becoming more scattered. She was reciprocating his movements, her hips thrusting against his thrusts as an audible clap could start to be heard from her butt against his pelvis. She burried her head into the mattress, bringing a hand over his hand that was on her breast and squeezing it tight. "Right there...Yes..."

She was mumbling into the mattress in between moans and that almost inaudible sound was frustrating him. Stepping back, he pulled out and flipped her onto her back, watching as the mattress bounced her a little, her massive tits rippling with the motion. Spreading her legs, he stepped forward again, stroking his cock as his eyes trailed down the line of her body. Leaning into her, he pressed his hand to the mattress by her head, his mouth tracing her neck as he started to push back inside of her, reaching under her with his now free hand, to lift her ass off the mattress and give him more access to her. "I can't hear you, little fuck toy. I want you louder." He wasn't worried about walkers getting in or hearing them because of the barricades but he was also so sure of himself that he could kill anything or anyone that got in right now.  

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/me When he pulled out of her, Daniel almost crumbled in pleasure. But, before she could, Jon flipped her onto her back. It was the first time she saw his cock, her eyes turning wide as she looked past her massive, rippling breasts and saw it standing proud. That was inside her? But also, fuck did it feel good. As he dragged his lips across her neck and slid back in her, her shoulder rose for a moment and her breathe tightened once more. "Oh fuck that's good... You feel so good..." She said, clearly oddible now between breathes. She wrapped her arms over top of his shoulders, pulling at him. "I want you to fuck me!" She said, wrapping a leg around his as she tried to pull him in.

He smirked, watching her eyes fall on his cock as he had his massive hand wrapped around the base, stroking it slowly and his dick didn't look small his hand. When she started to talk, he moaned against her skin and reached back to grab her ass with both hands, pulling her rounded cheeks apart enough to graze his finger across her puckered asshole. He was leaning into her, but his abs were tight to keep his weight from crushing her as he pounded his pelvis against her own, working her body against his thrusting. Lifting his head, his teeth nipped against her ear, "That's it, baby, tell me everything you want. While you're mine, I'll give you all of it."  

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/me Daniel felt his finger graze her asshole and didn't even care. She was so taken over by the pleasure she was feeling, and how foreign it was that she was pulling him in at his rythym, her breasts bouncing up and down with each heavy thrust. "Fuck... Mm.." She moaned, biting her plump bottom lip before she heard him. "Just fuck me!" She replied, feeling a tightenes in her nethers that started to work it's way up her back. She wasn't sure what it was, but it felt good. No, great. "That feels so fucking goo-" She started before her eyes went wide and it hit her like a train. Her head tilted back and her walls tightened around his member. She moaned our, her leg almost vibrating against him as she pulled him in close. "Oh, fuck... Yes!"

A shudder ran through him hearing her cry out and moan as he railed into her, deeper and deeper, then he would pull back and pump into her with a few short strokes before going deep again. His hands dropped her ass to the bed, the mattress was springy enough that as he pounded into her, she just bounced back to him and he could put his hands on either side of her head, dip his head down between her breasts and suckle his way from one nipple to the next and back again. She was tightening around him, squeezing his cock as her orgasm starting to build and he kept going, shortening his strokes to keep himself inside of her. When she started to cum, he groaned from deep in his chest and fucked her harder until her leg twitching slowed down a bit. Pulling out of her, he knelt down, his tongue immediately flicking against her sensitive clit and lapping up her juices to moisten her clit for him to suck on.  

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/me By the time Daniel's orgasm susbided for the most part, Jon slid his cock out of her which almost made her jolt cause of the feeling. As he started to lap his tongue against her clit, she shuddered. It was much more sensitive now. "Holy shit..." She muttered between heavy breathes. "That was fucking nuts..." She continued, running a hand over her own breasts, her nipples perked up. Her legs were sore and she let them relax as he went to work on her clit, reaching down and grabbing at his hair. "You fuck like a champ... " She smirked. It seemed she was over the hesitation, with some internal confliction still present, but no one else knew what just happened. Who cares? She suddenly remembered. "How're you feeling about letting them know I got away now?"

The was a light hum of his lips against her as she rubbed his head messing up his already wild red hair and he was proud of himself for the noises he was wringing out of her until she asked about Umbrella again. Rocking back on his heels, Jon looked up at her and licked his lips. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then stood up again, grabbing her leg and closing them, rolling her onto her side. "Maybe..." He said, laying down behind her and pulling her ass back against his still hard dick, "Maybe when I'm done with you." He said against the back of her neck, opening her legs again, and sliding himself inside of her from the back. Shifting an arm under her, his hand took hold of her breast, letting the excess flesh spill between his fingers as he fondled and fucked her.  

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/me This guy was an animal. Daniel simply obliged as she was moved around by Jon's strong grip, finding herself on her side with his cock nestled once again inside her. It was much more sensitive than before, and she looked down to see his hand on her massive breast, squeezing it while he started to thrust into her. The free breasts jiggled against the mattress as she tilted her head back, finding her head resting on his upper peck as she spoke between thrusts, eyes practically rolling back. "You... Should... " She muttered, bringing a hand back to his head and pulling him into a kiss. She couldn't help herself, despite her circumstances... The body wanted what the body wanted.

And he would definitely think about it. Right now though, he wasn't about to let his mind run on the ways she'd disrupt his peace by being her or how Umbrella would make his life hell for faulting on his part of their bargain. Instead, he lost himself in her kiss, letting his hand slip up between her breast and his finger wrap about her neck, pinching off her oxygen for in teasing intervals while they made out and he kept pumping his cock into her at a similar steady pace as before. Gripping her hip, he rolled it forward slightly, leaning into her as he hips smack against her ass. "You got such a sweet little body." He moaned into her mouth, brushing his hand down her hip and between her legs, teasing her clit for a moment before bring his wet fingers to her mouth.

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/me As their lips intertwined, she gasped for a moment feeling his hand roll her hip into him. He was so good...She was jealous, but also completely lost to the moment. When his hand teased her, she shuddered again, pussy griping against his cock till his fingers were in her mouth. She looked at him, her plump lips hugging his finger tight as she slowly pulled off it with a pop. "Shame to see it go?" She teased, planting another kiss on his lips. If she was going to live, there could be worse outcomes.

She was starting to tighten up again, and Jon moaned at the feeling and watching her suck his finger. He was all in for her talking before but now she was stuck on trying to get him to keep her like some sort of pet and didn't want to think about that right now. So, he rolled her onto her stomach and straddled her hips from behind, keeping her legs closed, he reached under her and made her ass come up as he rocked into her. With her legs closed, she was even tighter. He reached down and filled his fist with her hair, turning her head so he could lean over her and kiss her. "Just let me fuck you."  

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/me Daniel found herself on her stomach, large breasts pressed against the mattress as Jon thrusted into her. It seemed to hit a spot for her too as she turned her cheek to the mattress, mouth open and eyes closed. "Oh, fuck yes.." She moaned out, her butt jiggling with each thrust. "Fucking shit... Keep going!" She continued, tightening herself for him as she felt herself getting closer once again.

His arm was locked under her, still holding her breast in his large palm but also cutting across the other breast as he held her in his hands, smacking her ass with his hips. Lifting her up, he put her hands on the makeshift headboard in front of them and put her on her knees, sitting her in his lap. Leaning back a little, he held her narrow hip with one hand and wedged his hand between her legs with his other. Pumping upward now, his angle shifted slightly, filling her fully with each thrust.  

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/me Daniel tilted her head back, eyes closing and mouth open as she moaned sharply with each thrust. "Fuck... Yes, yes..." She muttered between yelps and moans before Jon had repositioned the pair, finding herself sitting on his lap and on her knees. As he started to thrust, his strength sent her bouncing, but it wasn't much longer till she was reciprocating his movements, bouncing on him with her own according. She wrapped her hands over his shoulders and around the backside of his neck, breasts bouncing right in view for him with each thrust. "I'm going to-" She was interrupted once more, her inner walls hugging his cock tightly as she moaned, leaning her head into him and her body in shudders.

"Fuck yeah you are..." Jon groaned, as she settled into his lap and started to match his movement. He was hanging on by a thread. It had been a while since he'd put this much effort into getting off, because well when it's just you, it doesn't take this long and you don't really want it too. The little tryst had him trying to hold out as long as possible but his body was getting overwhelmed with the all the sensations you didn't get from jerking off. "Fuck... me too." He said, locking his arms around her back and holding her close, his face buried in her pillowy tits as he started to pick up his pace, his dick twitching as he started to come undone.

Her words snapped him to attention. She had a point. Shit. With a grunt, Jon dropped her to the bed and let his dick slide out of her. The cool air of the room hit his cum covered shaft and made it twitch, hard. He gripped the base of his dick and started to stroke him himself with long, quick strokes. Reaching down, his hand started to fondle her tits, until finally hot cum splattered all over her stomach and he let out a moan, relieved moan, slumping forward slightly to catch his breath.

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/me Daniel yelped as Jon dropped her on her back to the bed. Looking down, she watched as he fondled her breast, finishing himself off to completion, his warm seed splatterd on her stomach. She was breathing hard, chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. As he slumped forward, she sat up to meet him halfway, her legs weak. Face to face with him, she placed a hand on his shoulder and planted her lips on his for a slow kiss. "Man... That was something..." She said, with a brief shake of her head. "I'm going to walk with a limp tomorrow."

Jon sat back on his haunches as she leaned into him and caught her kiss. He smirked at her words and nodded, pretty proud of himself for having garnered that compliment. At least he wasn't out of form. Sliding back, he stepped off the bed and pulled his pants up, buttoning them but not zipping them up. He moved over to a table in the corner of the room and picked up a towel dunking it into a pitcher of water and bringing it over to her. "Tomorrow that limp might not be my fault." He said watching her face for her reaction once she caught his meaning.  

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/me Daniel took the towel after watching him put his pants and underwear back on. She wiped off her stomach, though her gaze shifted to him and she tilted her head, eyes a little wide. "Are you serious?" She asked, worried now. "C'mon man, where the fuck else are you going to find a chick with a rack like this?" She asked, bringing her free hand up to her breast. "Or a chick at all? You're going to be hanging dry for a long ass time." She said, shaking her head. She was talking more like Daniel now, seeming out of her act after the two orgasms. She reached for her shorts, pulling her phone and unlocked it. Three percent battery left and no replies from Zane. "Fuck..." She muttered, wondering what happened to Bea and Zane, and if they were still alive.

Jon arched a brow at the woman on his bed. Her demeanor had very clearly changed when his words registered to her. Jesus, she really did not want to go back to Umbrella huh? Well, there was a part of him that couldn’t blame her. That place was a shit show and they didn't give a fuck about humane conditions. Though he wasn't traumatized by his experience, he could see how others would be. He turned away from her to clean himself off then finally fixed his pants completely and came back over to pick up his shirt and pull it back on, watching her watch the phone. "No reply huh. You think he's jealous? Probably heard you moaning. Next time you should moan my name." He said with a shit eating grin.  

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/me Daniel shot another text to Zane. "Phone dying. Where are you?" She sent it off, looking back to Jon as he got his pants on completely. "Oh, please. He's got a girlfriend now, I think." She said, tilting her head for a moment. She didn't know if they were using labels. Hearing the last part, she rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and next time you bust a nut while crying on your own here, you could think of me." She retorted. The guy had some nerve... Willing to get rid of her after all that. In his situation, she would have held onto the broad. "You're really going to let them take me? You didn't even get to fuck my tits!"

Jon chuckled. What was with this chick? He could have been a fucking pimp in his past life for all she knew. Although, her offer to fuck her tits did sound tempting. Oh well, you win some, you lose some. "Oh so your hero has a girlfriend. That sucks. No wonder he's not answering you. Is that why you're so eager to jump ship?" He stepped into her again, looking down at her on the bed still naked, his arms crossed over his chest. "Need another big strong man to keep you safe?"[c]
Zane smiled down at Bae. "That's the idea." He basically chirped back at her, and kissed her just as lightly. The staff had finished setting up their table, so he took her over to it and pulled out a chair for her, then plopped into his own chair, watching as the grill was set up and the food laid out. He could tell that which staff was more informed than the others, because they looked confused, clearly aware that Bea and Zane were prisoners, so their demands were strange. Stranger still that they were being given into.[c]
Even while trying to comfort Bea and quell her anxiety, Zane was still living his best life, unable to shake the high he'd gotten from pulling the trigger earlier. He reached for a glass of champagne that was opened beside them and then poured, swirling it around in the glass before drinking it. His senses felt sharper. He was doing his best to remain somewhat relaxed and not to giddy because he was sure that would set Bea off if he was buzzing too much, so he tried to focus on easing her state of mine. "Tell me something you like, or used too. Tell me a good memory." He coaxed. [c]
Then the phone started to go off in rapid succession in his pocket. Furrowing his brow, Zane took out the phone and opened it up. Daniel had responded to him but seemed like the text had been delayed. When he sent his text it had gone through immediately. Fuck, they were probably already monitoring their communications. Zane looked confused. First just coordinates then nothing then suddenly checking in? It all just felt weird. But worse than that he had no way of getting to her now. "Hunker down. This could take a while. Kila with you?"[e]

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/me Daniel heard Jon's first comment, which sent her thinking for a bit. Daniel had caused some issues... Maybe he was happy to be rid of Daniel? She shook that thought off, but it would stay at the back of her mind. "Fuck me like that again and I might consider it now." She replied to him, semi-sarcastically. Her phone would ding and she would check it frantically. Two percent now. She typed her response and sent it off. "No. No idea where she is. I'm with some crazy dude. Wants to hand me to Umbrella." She debated telling Zane the rest, but decided against.

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Beas big green eyes looked up to Zane, momentarily shutting them to give his lips a chaste kiss in return. She would smile warmly as he pulled her chair out for her, his manners and gentlemanly ways always being noticed by her as she slowly perched herself down against the seat, her elbows went to rest on the table as she began to relax slightly, they hesitantly hovered for a moment before her fathers voice rang out in her head ‘elbows off the table, that is not how a lady sits!’ making her wince a little on the internal volume of his voice in her mind. Her hands rested in her lap as she watched Zane prepare himself a glass of champagne, a soft smile working its way to her lips that Zane took advantage of the luxuries they were provided despite their imprisonment. She enjoyed the few moments of still silence as Zane sipped the bubbly beverage, glancing over her shoulder at the room around them before Zanes voice caught her attention, bringing her gaze back to him as he asked her to divulge more of herself.(c)
Her hand anxiously rubbed over her upper arm as she seemed sheepish, she felt all the more worse for her hobbies and few good memories now she knew vaguely of Zanes upbringing, her lips parted on half wanting to do the thing she usually does- Downplaying everything, but she instead sighed and licked her lips on the hesitation before she let it out, wanting to be honest and sincere to him. “I-..I like reading, painting..Writing poetry..Playing the cello..Listening to classical music..And I used to enjoy ballet.” She said quietly, as if she were embarrassed of her pre-heroin, private school girl hobbies. “What about you? What did you enjoy doing for pastimes before the outbreak?” She quizzed on picking up the bottle of champagne, pouring herself a glass in an attempt to lean into the luxury as Zane was. Her eyes glancing up from the bottle to him as the phone began to go off repeatedly, setting the bottle down as she spoke. “Is everything okay..?”

Jon watched as she scrambled the phone when it finally dinged with a response. Well, there went all his jokes about her being left behind. He watched her face as he read the text and frantically text back. He didn't really know what to make of the situation he'd gotten himself in, but he was really mad at Umbrella for taking this long to pick her up. Now he'd gotten time to talk to her, and fuck her—see her as a human being rather than a just a job. Fuck. Groaning to himself, Jon tried to smile. "I'll fuck you however you want." He said vaguely. [c]
Zane poured a glass of champagne for Bea and pushed it over to her, as she jolted and pulled her elbows off the table. As if to help her chase the mean voices in her head, he leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the nice table. The bottoms of his feet were filthy since he'd been barefoot since being picked up on the boat. He even rubbed one foot along the runner hanging off the edge of the table.[c]
But when Bea started to answer his question, Zane sat up and leaned in, listening. He smiled at her answer, noting she didn't try to downplay it or make a joke out of it. He remembered reading to calm her self down after everything that happened and when she came back from the apartment she'd brought books back. Her hobbies made sense for her lifestyle. It made him wonder where the addiction started. "I would have loved to see you dance or play the cello." He mused.[c]
The phone dinged again, leaving Zane only half hearing her question before he shot to a standing position, squeezing the phone in his hand again, a low growl leaving him. His other hand was in a fist at his side. Not only was Kila missing but now Daniel was alone with some guy she called crazy and he was gonna hand her over. "Fuck!" He shouted, sliding the phone across the table to Bea. He wasn't even able to reply to the text. Fire was burning in his veins and rage was starting to make his muscles bulge. "Fuck. Fuck! What the hell am I gonna do?"[e]

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/me Daniel tossed her phone back on the bed, letting out a sigh before she heard Jon. Looking back up at him, she rose an eyebrow. "Wait, wait, wait." She said, getting up from the bed and standing in front of him. She squinted for a moment, skeptically. "You're not going to hand me over?" She asked. "Change of heart? Falling in love?" She started to tease, but Umbrella could have been there at any moment. "If you're not fucking with me, you should tell them I'm not here in case they show up...And do you have working electricity here? I need to charge my phone."

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Bea looked to him as he poured her a glass, her eyes watching the bubble rise to the top as she leaned in slightly as if to examine their movements. Her eyes caught his filthy bare feet on the table, watching on a raised brow as he ran his foot along the runner. She halted herself from scolding him, as he sat up, making her pull her gaze from his feet up to him on taking a sip of the champagne, catching his smile as she swallowed and lowered the glass on a “What?”. She wiped over her dampened lips with the back of her wrist as he spoke, her wrist staying covering her lips for a few seconds before it fell away on her blushing, pulling her eyes from him on shaking her head through a soft singular laugh. “No-…It-..No-..You’d have-..” She cleared her throat on trying to get out what she meant to say. “It’s boring.” She bit at her lip on a smirk hoping Zane wouldn’t get one of his ideas of urging the staff to run around after them in search of a cello or her ballet slippers. Bea’s playful smirk left her lips (c)
as he stood up on a growl, her hand quickly coming to the stem of her glass to prevent it falling over as she gazed up to him. “What’s-“ She went to ask as he shouted, making her flinch, her hand knocking the champagne flute as she clutched at her ears, her knees coming to meet at her chest as she sank into the seat. She closed her eyes as he seemed to grow angrier and angrier, flinching once again on his swears and question. “I-I-..I’m sorry don’t hurt me..” She rocked a little on quickened breaths, her fathers temper resting at the forefront of her mind now she was knowingly in the vicinity of him.

Jon's eyes went wide as Daniel followed him across the room. He put his hands up, "Whoa. Whoa. Chill out. It just seems like they aren't coming for you anytime soon. It's getting close to dusk and the walkers tend to move more around this time. That's all. Don’t get excited." Trying to deviate from having to make any sort of decision about her, Jon moved to the other side of the room and dug through an open moving box. He pulled out a wire and a little pronged cube holding it up. "There's a working outlet on the wall over by the bed." It was the least he could do. He was getting hungry again and if he didn't eat he'd pass out. He wasn't sure he trusted her not to gut him in his sleep for not committing to being her white knight. "I need food. You want to stay here?" He offered. He didn't have a gun for her to turn on him and he wasn't particularly worried if she got her hands on any other weapon.[c]
Bea falling to her knees and covering her ears made Zane deflate immediately. His rage subsided just as quickly as it had come over him and he was on his knees in front of her pulling her gently into his arms and stroking her head. His voice was soft and caring, as he lay his head against hers. "It's okay. It's okay. It's just me, Beauty. I'm not gonna hurt you, you know that. It's just me." Even as it he said, and he meant it, he could feel the same rage that scared her to the fetal position burning along his spine. He was going to kill her father and if he had the chance to torture him, he'd take weeks to get the job done." [e]

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/me As Daniel was given an avoiding response, she squinted at him but could tell that he was thinking about it. She'd have to work on convincing him more. "Fine..." She'd have another opportunity soon enough. As he held up the wire and charging block, she took it, plugging it into the outlet by the bed and then plugging her phone. "I'll stay here... " She replied. She snagged her shorts, panties and top off the bed, sliding them on over several moments before going back to her phone. She typed out another text to Zane. "I'm safe for now. Umbrella probably not coming tonight. I'm working on a plan. Where are you?" Daniel sent it, though the idea of her making a plan probably wasn't too promising. Once her clothes were on, she took a deep breathe, getting up from the bed and starting to make her way back to the kitchen area.

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Beas body vibrated against his touch, his hand stroking through her hair began to ease her laboured breathing as his voice hit her ears, daring her to pull her face from him to look at him, her fingers finding their way to touch over his face as if to double check it was him and her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her. “I know-..” She whispered in response to him, she glanced up to the table from the floor as the phone dinged again, her knuckle grazing underneath her eyelid to wipe away the tears that had started. “You-..You should get that.” She said as she began to find her feet, hunching over to rub the redness on her pale knees away from where she’d hit the floor hard. “I-..I don’t know what’s going on but-..Maybe it’s best I stay out of the loop..If I know things and dad wants information-..” She said shakily on giving him a knowing look, Alexander wasn’t above doing the worst of things to coax information from his own daughter, let alone others. “He’d find ways to make me sing like a canary.”

Jon made his way back to the kitchen and started another three steaks and found himself some veggies which he stuck on a stake and kabobbed after seasoning them a little. He was chugging a beer when Daniel came back and the little dog was in the corner asleep. "I don't hear any choppers so I think you're with me for the night, little lady." He said slightly smugly. "Hungry?"[c]
Zane kissed Bea's head and got up when she got up, biting back on his teeth when he saw the red marks on her knees. The staff around them had startled and stopped working. Keeping an arm around her shoulders, he turned to them, inquiring about how much food was finished. It was enough, he waved them out of the room. Then turned back to Bea, rubbing her arms. "I'm not leaving you alone with him. Ever. But if that's what you think is best, I'll figure it out." [c]
He led her back to her chair at the table while the staff laid out their meal then started to pack up and leave. Zane picked up the phone and exhaled deeply, trying to calm himself before even reading it. [c]
He texted back, "On an island. Umbrella Corp shit." His mind was reeling. He needed to get off this island with Bea and get back to Daniel and then freaking find Kila. He wanted to punch a hole in the wall but after Bea's reaction to his anger, he was keeping himself in check. He wasn't about to retraumatize her more and send her into a full mental break down. He would have to play this as cool as he could manage. [e]

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/me Daniel walked into the kitchen, making herself at home as she opened up the fridge and pulled a water bottle from it. "Not hungry. Going to crash..." She said. Her legs were a little wobbly as she looked at him. "Hopefully I'm not getting gunned down in the morning, hm?" She suggested, clearly with a little frustration before she made her way back to the room. She sighed, flopping onto the bed and checking her phone. "Ah, fuck." Daniel muttered. "I'll text you in the morning... I might have an idea." She said before locking her phone and placing it on the floor by the bed. She leaned back into the mattress, staring at the ceiling and pondering over the night's events for a minute before she found her eyes closing and passed out.

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She would smile warmly as he kissed the top of her head, her body still shivering slightly from being startled with his anger. She would glance around and notice the staff, her gaze diverting almost as quickly as she found them as she spoke. “I apologise..” The manners of the house engraved in her brain on her apologising to the staff before they continued to finish setting up. She tilted her head back a little to look up to him as he comforted her, feeling his warm calloused palms over her upper arms on him rubbing over them. “I just-..I don’t want to ruin whatever you all have planned. What you saw before was only foreplay for him..” She felt his hand move to her back to usher her back to her chair, her gaze shifting back to the floor again as one of the maids picked up the glass she knocked over and replaced it with a clean one, sopping up the spilled champagne from the table and floor before she left with the rest of the staff. She finally sat at the table and kept her hands in her lap, taking in a (c)
deep breathe as she watched Zane text back quickly before she gazed over the food, her appetite had gone once more but she brushed it off, her hand quickly grabbing at the lobster and sticking it onto his plate. “Crack that open for the both of us-..I won’t eat if you’re not eating with me…And I’m useless at divvying up lobster.” She would say as playfully as she could muster on smiling to him.

Zane nuzzled her cheek as she apologized to the staff. The idea of getting her off this island was going to be taking up the most space in his brain for a long time. He took his chair and pulled it up alongside Bea's as she fisted a lobster and put it down on his plate. He was starving now and fidgety with the need to kill something. He pulled off an arm of the lobster and cracked the claw with a push of his thumb, surprising himself with the strength he currently had. Pulling a steaming piece of white meat out of the red shell, Zane dipped it in butter and held it near her lips.[c]
He didn't want to talk about her father. He wanted to enjoy the last few hours they had together in this room with no one listening or watching. He just wanted to be with her. The phone lit up and he saw the message preview of "I'll text you in the morning." His shoulders relaxed a bit and he turned his attention back to Bea. "We're gonna be okay. You trust me?"[e]

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Beas eyes widened a little as he made light work of getting to the meat inside of the hard crustaceans shell, she watched him as he dipped it in the butter before holding it near her lips. She leaned in and wrapped her lips around his fingers pinching the buttery white meat, her teeth gently grazing over his digits as she took the meat from him, gently chewing it down on a soft nod. “That’s good.” She said on a smile before she watched his eyes divert to the phone, she glanced to the meat on the plate, pinching some between her fingers, dipping it in the butter then holding it out to him just as his attention turned back to her. Her eyes searching his as he spoke, giving a soft nod in response. “Of course I do, with my life.” She said quietly before glancing to his lips. “You need to eat too remember?” Her fingers gently wiggling the buttered meat i front of him as she smirked playfully. “Open wide!”


Watching her wrap her lips around the sliver of meat he held and feeling her mouth on his fingers and light graze of her lips made, Zane shudder and his mind completely shift to other things. He almost felt bad about it. He glanced off at the phone and looked back to find her holding some of the lobster in his face. She leaned into him, her whispered words only sending his mind further down that path. "Jesus you're beautiful." He muttered, mostly to himself, blinking a few times to refocus as she wiggled the meat. Tilting is head he opened his mouth under the dangling piece for her to drop it in. When she did, he would flip his tongue up to swipe at her fingers like some sort of sea creature. Lifting his head, Zane chewed for a moment before swallowing and leaning in to put his buttery lips to hers. "Hey, Bea?"


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She vaguely heard his mutter and chewed on her lower lip, coaxing her gaze to divert as she felt exposed by his words. “I’m glad you think so..Now open.” She teased on a smirk as he tilted his head back, she chuckled as she gently lowered the piece of meat into his mouth, her heartier laugh coming through as he licked at her fingers like a creature. “That felt almost as wrong as that time you practically sucked the snot from my nose!” She yelped out amused through her chuckles, taking her thumb to her lips as they began to calm, sliding her thumb into her mouth to suck the remaining butter from her digit as her eyes wandered back over to the meat on the thought of pinching another round before he could force feed her another batch. His lips nearing hers drawing her attention away, gently giving him a soft peck before a “Hm?” left her on him saying her name.


"Practically? I got snot in my mouth just to make you laugh and I'll freaking do it again!" He laughed as he threatened her. They were laughing and flirting in the middle of a shit storm again. He'd never met anyone like her and she drew him to her in a way he couldn’t explain. Just watching her suck her thumb made him exhale with growing desire. Which brought him back to the point he was trying to make without her being distracting in everyway possible. Sitting up, he reached for her chair and pulled her in between his legs, kissing her again before he said anything because he wasn't sure how she was gonna take it, but it had been weighing on his mind since they got into the helicopter and her father had made the creepy comment about her hair. "Please don't ever call me Daddy again."  


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She would laugh silently against the chair to his words, tilting her head back as the infectious laugh finally escaped her, lowering her head back down on shaking it. “Well! I mean-..If it taught you anything it’s that I never want you see you in a comprising position with anyone, and to never let it happen again!” She teased on a nudge, being able to see a slightly funnier side to it when it was just the two of them. She watched him as he adjusted the chairs positions, pulling her in between his legs. She leaned in and kissed him back deeply before he pulled away to speak, his words hitting her mind and her heart simultaneously. She pulled away to sit upright as the gravity of his words actually began to sink in for her, rubbing over the back of her neck as she wasn’t entirely sure how to respond. “I-…Yeah-..Of course..” She looked away from him and focused back on the food, pinching at another piece of meat and buttering it before holding it out for him. “Yeah I won’t-..I won’t say that anymore..” (c)
It never registered in her head how bad her issues with her father actually were up until just now, and now her daddy issues seemed to make sense. “I never-..I didn’t think about him or-…It’s nothing to do with him what I feel with you I didn’t-“ She cut herself off on feeling like she was digging a hole. “I-..I was just trying to be kinky I guess..” She said before her fingers pinching the meat motioned for him to open his mouth again as the butter began to drip.


Her laughter made him smile wide. It really was infectious, eventually cracking him and making him laugh too. He nodded to her, his hand rubbing her thighs. "Never again, I swear. Besides, I think Daniel finally squared her shit." Boy, did she ever but it would be a while before they spilled that tea together. Unfortunately, his request seemed to send her off the edge a little bit, making him frown. He wanted to stop her from fidgeting with the food but it seemed to be helping her get through her thought process, so he didn't stop her. When she turned and offered him another piece, his hands slipped up to her waist as he leaned in and rested his head on hers, speaking softly, "There's plenty of ways we can be kinky without that. Like leaving stains in his bed, or letting me tie you up with underwear." Lifting his head and lifting her chin, Zane pecked her lips, "I didn't think you were thinking about him or anything like that. Just wanted to let you know we can do without that." [c]
Finally he lifted her arm, and trailed his tongue from her wrist, where butter had run down, back up to her fingers as he made a show of slurping the meat from her fingers and chewing it with a smirk. Leaning back in the chair, he reached over and pinched a pinched another piece of meat and dip it, holding it out for her. [e]


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She felt his hand on her waist, making her lips fold as she resisted the urge to bite at her lip, feeling it sting a little from how much she’d already chewed, gnawed and bit at her flesh. She closed her eyes as he rested his head against hers, listening purposefully to his words as she gently nodded against him. “Yeah..Those are pretty kinky ideas.” She said softly before kissing him back gently, opening her eyes as he started talking once more. “Yeah-..Yeah, I-I’ll keep it in mind.” She spoke quietly before his tongue began to lap over her wrist, her heart beginning to hammer a littler harder against her chest on her breathing picking up, having the same reactions he had to her eating directly from his fingers. She found herself blushing as there was something much more intimate in them sharing food in such a way with each other, eventually pulling her fingers from his lips as he chewed, the remnants of his saliva still coating her wrist and fingers as she leaned in, opening her mouth for him to drop (c)
the meat into her mouth, keeping her eyes on his as her hand wrapped around his wrist to lower the meat into her mouth, her tongue would lap the butter from his fingers on stuffing the meat to the side of her cheek, at this point she seemed more invested in his fingers than the food. She then let his hand go and pulled away, chewing down the meat and glancing away as she realised how sexually charged she was being over their food. She cleared her throat on looking back up to him. “You know how to fight right?..I’ve a favour to ask of you.”


If Bea's breathing hadn't picked up and gotten a little shallow at the same time, reacting to him the same way he reacted to her, he'd have felt really shitty about sexualizing her in such a dire time but thankfully, he seemed to have the same effect on her as she had on him. His chest expanded broadly with his deep breathing that he was struggling to control as his mind drifted to other places. She was the only thing that could distract him from food. When her lips and tongue came down around his fingers again, and she pushed the chunk of lobster aside, he let out a low moan, his hand on her waist gripping her a little tighter and almost pulling her closer. [c]
He wanted to lean in and kiss her again but he knew he wouldn't stop there, not now. Her words pulled his attention back to other things but took a long moment to process in his brain. "Uh—Um... Yeah, mostly on instinct. Never had any formal training, why?" His brow rose at her as he sat up a little and looked over at her, having an idea of what she might ask but wanting to hear it. [e]


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She found it difficult to not jump his bones and ride him there and then in the chair as she heard his low moan from her licking his fingers, his grip on her waist nearly coaxing her to strip off and ride him where he sat, but she shook her head on pulling away as if to shake the thoughts from her mind, they needed to make plans. Her hands gathered her thick dreads at the back of her head, beginning to tie them back as she spoke. “I want you to teach me.” She said as she finished tying her hair back. “I know you said you’ll never leave me, but I want to be prepared..Should we ever get separated, I don’t want you to worry that I can’t take care of myself.” She gently tugged the hem of her shirt down to straighten out the creases of it, bending down she unzipped her boots before kicking them off and putting them under the table before she sat back upright. “Or at least teach me some moves you use..Instinctively? Just something I can use for self defence?” She asked as she stood up as though he’d already (c)
agreed to her request, moving herself away from the table and to the large open space of the room by the foot of the bed. “The most I am capable of is slapping someone, or stabbing the undead, and that won’t get me very far in here..” She said on being somewhat self aware of her lack of abilities, seeing the way he worried about Daniel; she didn’t want him to be that way with her.

Diitzy: There was little scratching she looked around the pit to no movement from where she stood. Someone already breaking free? Damn she thought she was impatient. It was hard to see from the small lamps that clipped to the pillars inbetween the cells, but she could note that most of them were vacant. She kicked some rubble to the one across from her and it echoed to the back."Hmm." A cockroach scurried across her floor to the left of her and a small folded object was pushed through the wall with a tumbling water bottle.

The girl stepped back and dropped with a thud on her ass to pick up the water bottle. She unscrewed the top and sniffed it to make sure there wasn't anything in it. Not that she ever been to prision. She wasn't one to break the law but she did end up in the sober tank a few times with a few bad influences. She learned quick never to take drinks from strangers. That and she watched enough Orange is the New black to know you can't just trust anyone.

She leaned over to press her cheek to the floor to eye across to see a shadowy foot. The person beside her was a behemoth. She could tell by his foot. A slight chuckle hummed through her cell and she recited. "Remember, remember the fifth of November.The gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason. Should ever be forgot." The little gester reminded her of a film from when times were more simple she took a sip of water and gasped, chugging it too fast. "Thank you, stranger. Seems I missed the feast (aka the dog food they give out). Do you talk? " Her voice was muffled with the sound of bitting into the bread slice.

Judge: He tilted his head back against the wall and closed his eyes listening to her moving around on the other side which was a little easier with the hole between them now. In his mind, he could see a small female form moving on the otherside of the wall, almost feel her as if he were the cell around her.

His boots were placed side by side in front of his cot across the room from him, probably visible through the hole with his folded clothes and his bare foot was also visible because it was stretched out in front of him. The nail on his big toe was just now starting to grow back after snapping off while climbing up a rough well wall before they'd given him some clothes and there was a healing hole in the top of his foot from stepping on a nail.

The words to the rhyme she recited were on his lips; he mouthed along silently, his foot tapping air to keep the pace with her. He'd thought about that same movie a few times since being here especially while picking away at the mortor to move the brick. She was gulping down water fast enough to give herself hiccups. "Nothing more than I have too, if that." He replied. It was also a quote but it suited his disposition better than anything else he could think of on his own.

Silence fell between them, only the sound of her desperate but somehow happy chewing noises filling the dreary space inside the cells. His hand came down off his lap and his longe, jagged fingers came through the hole in the wall. Dry blood was caked around his nails, his fingertips were shredded skin and so smooth in some places; raw after burns. His knuckles were bloody and bruised, scabbed over.

Diitzy: The rhythm of his tap was known he knew where she was coming from with the poem. That was something comforting, Kila was not a stranger to silence and ended up in unwanted places like this. Still, comfort was a valuable gift to have in silence. The last moment of silence was pure insanity at least both humans didn't have to worry about being alone this time around. Was he truly human though? The voice broke the silence from the cell beside her as she parroted what he said and she replied, "I always did more, and most time I wish I didn't have to." She rolled to her side and watched the shadowy figure through the hole. He didn't move much, but the heavy sound of his movement even simple enough as moving to push his figure through the hole one could assume this was a place of torture or he had a history of being torched and seeing the rim of his fingers only proved her assumption.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't leave leftovers. I always felt it was anarchy to leave leftovers it's just like having breakfast after 11:00am. People should be beaten for doing such things." In thought he wanted his food back. She pressed her index finger against the smooth ridge of his finger. She pulled away and took the napkin he gave her making an origami flower and placing it in his hand. "Did those burns happen here or before?" she asked softly as she heard boots above wondering what fate she had coming for her.

It didn't frighten her if she was going to be tortured what she more wondered was what for? What was chick like her worth torturing for? She thought of the body count she already had on her kidnappers. "Ah... That's a reason." She said out loud and she leaned down placing her small hand through the hole if he pulled away her hand could easily fit through the whole pass her wrist. If she wanted to she could fit her whole arm through the hole.

Judge: Mm. Someone to talk to him. She didn't seem like she cared to much that he didn't talk as he explained to him her pet peeves and why she didn't leave any bread. He hadn't put his hand through the hole to get the bread back. No, it was for... Her finger brushed against his. It was for that. Human contact. Turning his hand over, he rubbed his fingers together as if to rub the feel of her into his burned skin. His hand slipped back to his side of the cell with the origimi flower in his palm. As she spoke to him, he held the flower in both of his palms and just stared at it.

"Don't know." He said. He'd had a lot of cuts and burns before getting here. He didn't know how long he'd been here or if the once he came with even ever had a chance to heal before he slapped new ones on top of them. Getting up from the floor, he went to the metal tray and put the flower down, picking up another napkin. After folding it into a swan, he squatted down, looking at her slender arm laid out along the stone floor. Her hand was so small and looked soft.

He swept his dirty hand from her wrist to her fingertips, opening her hand and laid the swan in her small palm, wondering what the lines there meant. Was that stuff even real? Your lifeline? Your love line? He looked at his own palm. His lines were all but gone or filled in with dirt and grime.

The boots were getting louder, coming the stairs toward the door. He stood and tucked the flower between the wall and his pillow, then went to the toilet to retrieve the brick, going to put it back when her arm was out of the way.

Diitzy: Something plopped into her hand but she left her hand there to feel his touch. Something told her he needed to see, and feel that someone was there so while he placed the swan in her grasp she laced her fingers to the rough of his for a moment till the sound of people lining up to the main hall. She pulled her hand out and the hole disappeared. He said he didn't know, well that makes two. She slid her single free boot out and placed the swan napkin in it and placed it in the far corner of the cell. They probably didn't care for a single boot she lost her other one aboard the yacht back with those other survivors. Who.. she was having hard time recalling the names of each only Zane was fresh. She kept hearing his laugh for some reason the smell of lobster lingered in her cell. Odd, wrong place to be smelling something fancy like that.

Three guards lined along the bar doors over to the man as again that intuiton kept knocking against her stomach. They were going to take him. "Hey fuckers." Her voice boomed out and she lifted to her cell door. "I told you to come back to me so I can kill you. All of you and your fucking mothers too" She attempted to dart their attention which worked. For some reason it was easy to get attention from soldiers when you talked poor about their mothers that just got them all in a fuss. The behemoth's hands showed he can handle himself but what if someone protected him for a change. Kila was going to attempt to do exactly that.

"Shut up you cunt." The soldier banged against the bar and the others moved behind them. She laughed. "Awe did I say something to offend you? That's cute" She cackled loudly in his face. The solider was boiling to her laughter and slammed the key to her cell in the socket as he bolted in and smacked her across the face with his rifle.

"You hit like a girl. I bet your Daddy is ashamed to call you a son" Kila nagged on through the rough inflammation swelling to her jaw. as she was slammed into the wall by another guard. "Sargent we can teach her a lesson. A good lesson" The men chuckled to each other and Kila replied shortly after. "Sargent?! Whose dick did you have to suck to get that rank." The man was shaking at her voice. "No, bring her. Fuck orders. They said bring a test subject didn't say exactly who." The men looked at each other. "Sir, she's under secret orders. Higher ups said she is to be brought to headquarters." Sargent restrained Kila and slammed her to the ground outside of her cell where she could see the friend behind the wall which she took in the sight of him. "And she will, alive. Mostly." He said and dragged her by the foot while the others followed