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(This topic is open, so you can join whenever you want. Please do read my character's discription, it'll help you understand a lot.)

Wildner looked at the landscape of the fifteenth century one last time before he left. The green rolling hills, the forest to his left and the snowy mountains far on the horizon. He was going to miss this place, but he knew that he had to move on. There was nothing left here for him.
He took the ChronoClonia in his hand and activated it. Wildner closed his eyes as he felt himself getting pulled into the jump, feeling the same alien sensation he felt every time he used the time-travelling device. His destination? 2014.

When he arrived, he found himself on the roof of a ten-storied building. He checked his equipment, and discovered everything to be still intact and working. he had as much ammunition he could carry, and his survival kit was also complete.
It was hot out, and Wildner was happy that he had removed his winter clothing and had them stowed away in his backpack. He was wearing long broad camo pants and a green sleeveless shirt. He slung his ASR onto his back and walked to the edge of the building, looking out over the city.

It was awfully quiet.

Wildner started thinking about the possible reasons on why the city was so quiet, and he could only think of a possible war going on here.
As he was thinking, the iron door leading to his buildings roof slammed open. Wildner swung around fast, ready to draw his pistol if nessecary. His eyes widened as he saw what the cause of the slamming door was. A man walked slowly through the door onto the roof. He was wearing office clothes - regular black pants and a white vest and a black tie loosely around his neck. His skin was a dark grey and there was blood pouring from multiple wounds.

Wildner didn't think too long about it. He drew his pistol and shot the zombie clean through the head. He ran towards the door and quickly closed and barricaded it.
"What the hell is going on here!?"

Liam had been walking for what seemed like years, but in actuality, had only been a matter of days. His blood rushed with fear, as the vast city loomed around him. He needed to get out of this deathtrap. He'd seen enough over the last few months to know that the once heavily populated dense metropolises, had become Zombie breeding grounds, the streets teeming with the disgusting, rotting masses of the undead. The city itself held the permeating smell of death, it could not be escaped.

6 months, and twelve days since patient Zero had escaped into one of the surrounding areas, wreaking such an immense havok, it could only be described as apocalypse. Liam had watched it tear families apart. Mother's being forced to end their children's lives, lest they die themselves. Once good, honest family men, had become terrors to their families, destroying their masses, with an unparalleled blood lust. The movies certainly hadn't prepared anyone for the utter catastrophe they now faced.

These streets would be lined with seemingly starving, rotting corpses. Lest time Liam spent here, the better he would feel. He needed supplies. Food, some new clothing. The clothing he currently wore was drenched in the blood of Zombies he'd met in his long travels. His shoes worn from over use. In and out, he told himself. He would spend no more then a few hours in this decaying hell hole.

Something started hitting the door hard, but Wildner's improvised barricade held it closed, so he ignored it for now. He ran to the edge of the building and crouched down, hoping his pistol shot hadn't drawn unnessecary attention. At first sight, the small plaza seemed clear. There were some burnt out cars and dead policemen scattered on the ground. To Wildner's surprise, they hadn't turned! but if they hadn't what killed them.
As he was pondering over this question, a slight movement caught his eye. He saw what he though was a man sneaking past the plaza. The figure was moving to fast coördinated to be a zombie, so Wildner drew out his binoculars to check it out. The man obviously hadn't turned, he was looking over his shoulder every now and then for danger.
Wildner, not wanting to draw the zombies' attention, put away his binoculars and threw a rock at the man, aiming a few meters next to him. That way he hoped to draw his attention without allerting possible nearby zombies.

Liam's heart nearly jumped out his throat, when he caught a quick movement in his peripheral vision. He jumped a couple of feet back, his hand dipped into his pocket and closed around the length of wallet chain he'd stolen off a corpse earlier that day. It wasn't much, but he'd dispatched zombies with less. Feeling immediately foolish as he saw it was only a rock. He realized someone had to have thrown it at him. On alert now, his eyes scanned the area immediately surrounding him. Searching for any sign of life.

When he didn't immediately see anything, his eyes moved higher, searching the tops of the buildings. 'There' He noted mentally as he caught sight of the man, currently inhabiting the roof of the City's largest bank.

Wildner hit his grappling hook to the side of the building and quickly rapelled downwards. As he reached the bottom, he scanned the streets to his sides before he pulled down the hook and collected his rope, slinging it over his shoulder and attaching it with a little button so it would stay there. He drew his pistol and quickly crossed the plaza, constantly alert to movement from the streets. As he reached the man, he saw the small chain in his hand and kept his distance from now, stopping at 3 meters from him.
"Who are you?" he asked.

Liam watched as the man came down to him, repelling over the side of the building. He was cautious as he drew nearer to him. The man stopped a few feet from him, obviously aware of the chain in his hand. Let him be cautious. It was better that way, even the living had become less then trustworthy these days. The Man asked who he was. Liam pulled a piece of charcoal out of his pocket. Still keeping his eye on the man, he crouched and wrote 'Liam' on the cement.

Wildner was surprised at the man's reaction. He didn't expect his inability to talk.
"You can't speak?" He asked, still watching the plaza for possible danger. He got nervous standing out in the open this long.

Liam shook his head. Pocketing the charcoal once more, he straightened. His eyes as well darted around, searching out cover. They were sitting ducks where they were. Giving the man one last wary look, he pocketed his chain. Figured the man would have attacked him already if he was going to.

Wildner noted that the man was also getting nervous. He put his chain away however, and that was enough reason for him to put his own sidearm away again. He looked to the sky and realised that dusk was setting in.
"We need to find some place to sleep. Do you have a hidout or something like that? I only just got here a couple of minutes ago."

Liam hadn't been in the area for very long either, but he'd spent some amount of time in the city before the whole Zombie Apocalypse, had sold drugs out of a run down motel three blocks away from their current position. It would work fine for lodging, so long as it wasn't infested. The room in question had an old crawlspace under it. A crawlspace that was reinforced, having been used to store valuable drugs in earlier years. Liam motioned for the man to follow him, as he carefully led the way.

It took ten minutes to get to the motel in question. It wasn't much to look at. Flat rows of rooms, their paint long neglected, the driveway now teeming with long grass and weeds. The rotting corpse of the previous owner lay sprawled across the path up to the Office. Liam wondered just how many of his previous friends were dead now, most likely all. He wondered if something was wrong with him for not caring..

Liam lead the way to Room 12, and slammed his steel toed boot against the flimsy wood door. It gave way easily.

As they entered the motel, Wildner first checked the dead owner for signs of turning, but it seemd that he had taken his own life. He shivered. What caused all this? he then followed Liam into the room. there were no bodies there, the room must have been empty by the time thos rotten creatures got here, or they escaped before that. Wildner closed and barricaded the door beside him.

He sat down on one of the beds and removd his backpack and sniper rifle from his back.
"What is this place?"

Liam shrugged in responce, not wanting to divulge to much information about himself. The less invested he was the better. The chances were one, or both of them would be dead soon enough, not knowing made that easier to deal with in Liam's experience. He pulled back a carpet in the center of the room, and opened the small hatch in the ground. Better to have it open and ready in case they needed to use the reinforced drug cellar for hiding from the hoards.

Wildner saw he wasn't going to get a response to his question, so he took his rifle and started cleaning it. he was done by nightfall. he holstered his pistol and stood up, raising his rifle to rest on his shoulder.
"get some sleep, i'll take first watch." with those words, he stepped out on the balcony to start his watch period.

Liam made himself comfortable on one of the beds, and closed his eyes. Sleep did not come immediately to him though. His mind reeled with the horrors he had seen over the last few months. Funny really, he'd thought he's seen it all even just last year. How very wrong he'd been.

during his watch period, wildner spotted a few zombies, but they hadn't taken notice of him so he let them be. at 3 am, he woke liam to switch watch, then crawled into the bed and fell asleep.

The first hours of Liam's watch were as uneventful as the other man's had been. Maybe even, more so. The night was still and quiet around him. At one point, at this time of night, this area would have been bustling with people of ill repute. Hookers, gang members, junkies. Sad to say, but Liam liked the place a whole lot better now, silent as it was.

A noise snapped him out of his thoughts. Rustling in the bushes separating their current position and the motel office. Could be an animal... might not be.

Wildner woke up to the tension building. He had a thing to pick up stuff like that, when other people were nervous. H'd feel it so deeply it would even wake him up, like at this very moment. He looked at Liam and saw that he was focusing on something outside, sitting very still. Grabbing his rifle, Wildner walked over to the man as silently as possible then crouched down next to him.
"What's wrong?"

Charcoal came out of his pocket, with no regard to personal property, not that that idea meant much thwese days, he wrote on the grungy off white wall. " Foot steps, left bush." He peered cautiously out the small dirty window. Still nothing in sight, but the rustling continued.

Wildner put the rifle on the ground, keeping it within reach. Then he slowly reached for his binoculars and aimed them at the driveway. after some searching with the night vision scope, he found the bush, and a clear figure behind it but he couldn't make out wether or not it was a human, an animal or something else.
"Here, take a look." he said, passing the binoculars to Liam.

Fin had never been so tired in her life. She'd never run so hard in her life. She was pretty sure she'd lost the hoard of zombies somewhere near the old movie theater, yet for some unknown reason her legs wouldn't stop, wouldn't stop until now. Gasping to fill her tired lungs with air, she fell to her knees by an overgrown rose hip bush. She looked around her, taking in just where her legs had taken her. She felt a familiar sinking feeling. Of course it would be here. The place her parents had come to get high, she'd come too, just a child at the time. Her parents had no qualms with doing it in front of her. Not the slightest care in the world about how traumatizing the old motel had been for the small girl.

Didn't matter now, she guessed. Her parents long dead, and their terrorizing friends as well, she supposed this place was as safe as any, still, she couldn't help but feel uneasy.

She pushed herself to her feet and braced herself against the bush. She wrapped her arms around her small, thin frame, trying, and failing to keep the cold out of her thread worn clothes.