2020, such an imaginitive year.

Daniel

He watched as Natalie stood upright, now hiding her feelings, of course better then she did in her sleep. He wouldn’t put up with her getting over confident. He would have to end it quickly, before it got out of hand.

“Natalie is your name?” He saw her nod lightly, her posture still showed confidence, it gave him the impression that he needed her, though he didn’t.
“If you think that we need you, then you’re—“
“—We don’t need you, I thought you might like a safe place… after your father.” His gaze followed to the zombie, whom was laying in chunks.
“I can take care of myself, thank you very much.” He shook his head at her reply, she really would give up the tough act. One last try.
“No you can’t, there are others, now get yourself either out the door, following us, or out the window.”

After a few more minutes of conversation, she stepped down, and did as he asked. She lead them downstairs, and towards the door. He liked using the door, but Jenna still complained about how it took longer. She ‘secretly’ liked using the door. Natalie knew she wouldn’t get along with Jenna, though she didn’t want to avoid a friendship with her.

Daniel strapped his staff to his back. They were now standing in the doorway. He turned around before it opened. He made sure that they didn’t move.

“This is how it’s going to work, you’ll follow me, and you will not speak until we are again indoors, or fighting off zombies. Understood?” Jenna nodded, almost as if she had been scolded.
“Alright, when we’re safe I’ll tell you my terms.” He shook his head. Though it wasn’t visible, Natalie for once understood he was in charge, not her.

They made their way through the streets, hiding every chance they got. There was only a few blocks to go before they reached their base. Then a swarm of zombies came walking through the streets. They had been standing in front of one of the top research facilities at the time.

“Inside there!” Daniel ran inside, before he shut the doors he made sure that both Jenna, and Natalie were safely inside. They followed without another word.

He barred the door making sure that they couldn’t get in. Jenna, and Natalie were a few minutes walk ahead of him. He caught up to them, only hearing something crash on the floor.

“Hello..?” He saw that Jenna was staring at someone, an injection in their arm. He couldn’t place the face of the person in front of him. Natalie seemed just as surprised as he.
“Where have you been bitten?” Jenna jumped backwards at his words, she was worried that she had figured out that she had been bitten. No he was speaking to the girl with the injection.
“A while ago… I don’t want to be one of those things.” He nodded. For now he could use all the help he could get to find the cure, so he decided to invite her to be a part of the group.
“Well come on, you can help us find the cure.” For the first time Jenna realized that there was an injection to stop the virus from taking her over quickly. As the others started walking away. She decided to stay and look for this injection.
“I’ll catch up, this injection could be useful in case one of us is bitten.” They nodded.

Once they were out of sight Jenna started to collect some of the needles with the injection. The girl she found laying on the floor had taken most of it, but left some in a mild panic. She injected herself with some, almost instantly feeling much better.

She had stuffed a small fanny pack full of them, and ran to catch up to the others. They were braced to fight hordes of zombies. She was herself ready, though she stayed behind the others.

Claudio - Infected

He stood in the alley behind the research facility, repeatedly glancing around himself as he wrapped a strip of filthy, blood-stained cloth around his left hand. The bite had taught him to be more wary of zombies. Slow and pretty dumb as they were, it was even dumber not to pay attention, he now realised.

But he was always going to be bitten - they were testing his faith. Seeing if, once bitten, he'd just give up, let himself be zombified, and ramble around biting other idiots until one of them took his head off. That wasn't for him, though. He'd keep injecting and resupplying and slaughtering the dead bastards until someone found a cure for this disease and handed it to him.

Claudio checked the alley again once he was done wrapped his hand, seeing a zombie pulling itself along the wall at one end. He picked up his hatchet, gave it a practice swing, then walked the alley. Every blow to the zombie's head made a wet crunching noise, sending fragments of hair, rotting flesh and bone spinning away from it. Eventually, the drooling beast went down, and Claudio gave it a savage kick to the gut, spat on it.

Returning to the grime-covered window he'd been standing at, he put his freshly-wrapped fist through the window, shattering it. He reached through, smiling as the latch clicked beneath his questing fingers. Another look left and right to see if the loud creaking that came with the window opening had drawn any zombies, and then he pulled himself through. Time to find out if these idiots could work out anything worthwhile.

Jesse - Survivor

This town was meant to have been the place where all the top researchers had been kept, one of the few places the government had actually claimed to be close to finding a cure. Jesse hoped they had found one. He doubted it, but some part of him believed in the meagre possibility that they'd managed it, right before the virus claimed them all. And even though he doubted it, he still had to check. Hell, maybe there was still a researcher alive in there. Someone who could help his dad and Paige.

In the distance, he could see it. Converted from a hospital, white walls splattered with all manner of god-only-knew-what. Jesse tried to see what would be the fastest way through the town, and then what would be the safest. He could make out a few roving mobs of zombies, but not much else. Guess I'll just have to chance it...but it doesn't look like the main street's a great bet.

Light, metallic rings sounded every time the bat swinging absently in his hand connected with something on the ground, usually rocks or empty cans, sending them clattering across the broken asphalt. He rolled his shoulders - the bag full of supplies on his shoulders was starting to get heavy, starting to strain his back a little. Jesse looked forward to dumping it somewhere where it wouldn't get devoured by hungry corpses.

When he finally reached the research centre, though, he found that someone had barred the doors. Jesse grinned, Well, that's a damn good sign! Someone's gotta be in there!

"Hello!" He called, "Hey, can you hear me in there?"

A dull groan from just down the street attracted his attention. It was one of the mobs, shambling towards him, the rasp of worn out shoes and feet sounding worse than it usually did. Jesse had to get into this place now, or he might be stuck outside, in a strange town, for days, waiting for an army of the hungry dead to shift so he could break in.

"Seriously!" He shouted, a little panicked now, "You've gotta let me in, there're still zombies out here!"

Berlin - Survivor

I looked down on the ruined, blackened city through half-closed eyes. From atop the skyscraper I had made my home, I could see plenty of action; more tonight than I'd seen in a long time -barring the zombie's caustic attacks, of course.
"What do you think, Numie?" I asked, addressing the weaker portion of my split-personality. "Should we help them?"
"You know the risks better than I do, Berlin, if you'd let me out I could..."
"Nothing doing." I cut in, making the decision as fast as my reply. "Let's go."
I leapt from the skyscraper, my blade-cross gripped tightly in my grasp. A few seconds of free-fall passed, but I continued to let myself drop, knowing perfectly -even with my eyes closed- the bottom limit. When at last I decided to act, the ground was already rushing up to me faster than lightening; my body would become a gray puddle on the pavement soon.
My hands flashed out at just the right moment and grabbed a flagpole. I hung for a moment...and then plummeted a moment before the pole cracked. My feet hit the ground and bent -absorbing the momentum of my fall- and then I sprang forward dashing along the ghostly street like a flash of lightening.
It hadn't always been like this, but the four years of fighting zombies, jumping skyscrapers and street-dashing (not to mention the mental factor added by Numie's presence) had clearly sharpened my reflexes to the maximum limit of human capability.
Up ahead was the mob I'd seen from the skyscraper. I flashed out my cross-blade and squinted at the first one -ugly as hell.
"Now you die," I whispered, plunging the blade of my weapon into his heart.
The blood gushed out, but I was already gone, flinging my cross and dealing blows a dozen apiece...

Daniel

The zombies were closing in. The last thing he expected to see, or hear, was another survivor banging on the door. He was shouting to be let in.

“Don’t do it, they’ll get in.” Natalie simply looked at him, and the other survivor, whom he hadn’t spoken with much seemed to be leaning towards siding with Jenna.
“You guys are sick.” He opened the door, he let the guy in, then quickly shut it again.
“Thank you so much!” This other survivor seemed rather glad to be alive.
“I’m Jesse by the way.” Daniel nodded.
“I’m Daniel and—“ Natalie held her hand up. There was a sound coming from down the hall. The sound of scraping feet. Jenna gasped, Daniel stiffened, and Natalie was ready to fight.
“Is that..?” Daniel nodded, Jesse seemed to get himself into a panic.

Jenna shifted her position to behind Daniel, whom was now facing towards the sound. He took his staff off of his back, and charged blindly into battle with the oncoming hordes of zombies.

Name: Rachel "Rae" Watson

Age: 18

Weapons: Two daggers and a rusty handgun.

Appearance: http://media.photobucket.com/image/short%20brown%20haired%20anime%20girl/hp-mangacrazed693/Anime%20girls/shorthairedanimegirl.jpg

Insane?: Nope. Just lonely

History: She came from an average life, her family were all nice to each other - though not especially close - and nothing ever happened in her life. Then rolled on the zombie problem. Rachel lost everyone that was close to her; her family, friends and all the people she knew. However, she managed to escape and evade the zombies on her own and has now been living on the streets. She doesn't usually kill zombies if she doesn't have to - she used to be vegetarian and feels uncomfortable with that. She just tries to scrape a living and find others that are like her.

Personality: She is funny, warm and kind; or at least she would be if she had anyone to talk to. Rachel is very loyal to those she truly cares about, but to everyone else she can seem a little vague and cold. However, she is so desperate for company that might not be the case anymore. If she takes a dislike to anyone she'll be extremely stubborn unless they somehow proove their worth to her.

Other: Up for love and close friendship.

((will post in a sec))

Rachel - Survivor

I crouched low on the building top, watching the boy thump at the gate; watching the zombies getting ever closer to where he was standing. I heard his panicked shout to be let in. The door opened quickly and then shut, the boy slipping inside the small crack.
I looked to the other side of the hall and gasped quietly, a group of zombies were getting inside a side door, no doubt drawn by the scent of humans.

I drew my gun and crept down to the door the boy had entered by, careful to make no sound to the zombies that were slowly drawing away.
It was barred.
I swore under my breath, and started to move round the building, surely there must be a way in.
And then I found it, a window high up in the way was slightly agar. I put my gun back in my pocket and gripped the wall; it was chunky and weathered so I figured it would be easy to climb.
...
I ran towards the sound of raised voices, coming to a stop just behind a group of people. Just before I got there, a boy ran at the approaching zombies, brandishing a long staff.
One of the people heard my foot shift and turned quickly, before they could do anything I raised my hands above my head.
"I'm human, look. Now, don't you think we'd better focus on what's ahead of us?"
I drew my gun and stepped beside the rest of them.

**Nice post, I'll post later tonight.**

Jesse – Survivor

The zombies had been a mere ten metres away when the door cracked open just the tiniest bit. Jesse slipped inside with a relieved gasp, hearing the bar lock into place behind him. “Thank you so much!” He said, starting to calm down a little, “I’m Jesse, by the way.”

“I’m Daniel, and –” One of the other survivors held up a hand for silence, and, shocked, Jesse heard the same scraping down the hall that had accompanied the approach of the zombies that had been in the street. Inside, their stench was more noticeable as well, the stink of rotting flesh filling the air as they approached.

And suddenly, Daniel was sprinting to meet them, electricity crackling along his staff as he charged them. Don’t these people realise that we can’t just kill them all? Jesse thought. Not only were there too many, but they had to be given a chance – if finding a cure was possible, wasn’t just killing without need a crime? But then, they were trapped in the building with a bunch of the creatures. Maybe killing was a necessity here.

Jesse reminded himself that these monsters were no different to the ones who had claimed his father and sister, and gritted his teeth. His fingers tightened on the grip of his baseball bat, and he stepped up beside Daniel, swinging. The metal sung as it slammed into the head of one of the zombies, and Jesse could hear vertebrae popping as its neck broke.

Claudio – Infected

Creeping along one of the hallways of the research facility, Claudio never stopped listening for the sounds of other survivors – or zombies. If he could just find a map, get an idea of how this place came together, then he’d be able to find their research floor. Maybe more importantly, he’d also be able to get an idea of where they kept their supply of the injections he was relying on now.

The sound of feet dragging across the once-gleaming tiles of the hospital corridors reached him, and his eyes narrowed. He tugged his hatchet free of his belt, and pulled the hammer back on his revolver. It looked like he’d have to clear this place of zombies before it was any use to him.

Claudio rounded a corner and saw the backs of the mob. That gave him a moment’s pause – up ahead, he could see other humans, fighting the crowd of zombies, keeping them far enough back to prevent being bitten. It looked like he’d have to explain why he was here to them. Taking a moment to think about it, Claudio planned things out, I’ll tell them I’m here to find a cure because the zombies got just about everyone I know…seems pretty believable. But they can’t know I’m infected. They can’t have my injections.

Those thoughts in mind, Claudio jumped forward, swinging the hatchet down into the back of one zombie’s head. He tore it free, then hacked into the side of another one’s neck. A few started turning, groaning as they faced their newest threat. The one whose neck he had cut open was flailing, knocking over several others zombies before finally regaining its balance and coming at him once more.

ok, finally making a profile,

Name: Calls himself James

Age: around 21

Weapons: Carries a pistol with a silencer, and a rifle (2nd pic), which is also silenced and has a scope.

Appearance: [urlhttp://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/daniel-craig-picture.jpg]like this[/url]

Insane?: you might be able to say that. See history

History: He cant remember anything except being beaten by humans after the infection. He woke up around five people in military uniforms. One was laying on him, as if protecting him, his tag said James (he carries the tag with him everywhere). Upon awaking he heard zombies approaching and he fired. His body remembered how to shoot so all he can get out of what he knows is that he was military, probably on leave, and his friends were trying to get him out. He stays in the city most of the time, scavenging and living off what he can find.

Because he cant remember anything to passive personalities have emerged.

Personality: The first is pretty much the stereotypical secret agent. He doesn't tend to stick with people, and he is very professional. But the other, which doesn't tend to come out much (only when he truly feels safe) is very warm and inviting. In both he enjoys fighting, and finds a zen in it. He doesn't like people telling him what to do if they haven't earned his respect

Other: He remembers everything but his past, music, etc, but he doesn't know what he knows. For instance he might not know how to play guitar, but if he picks one up he might know how to play a little. Like muscle memory. This applies very well to fighting, and he is an expert at hand to hand, something he doesn't use often.

((In my other post, i understood the zombie horde to be in a street, ignore my mistake and pretend that it was different: I'm fighting them in the building now...i guess))

Berlin - Survivor

numerous warriors were beginning to fight back the zombies now, men with staves and knives, blades and guns: it seemed as if this mob would be too easy to kill. Just as I contemplated leaving the battle scene and letting the crowd sort itself out, a zombie brushed past my arm, scraping me lightly with his greenish nails. My blade-cross was still spinning through the air, returning to my throwing hand in a boomerang arc: I was defenseless.
With a vengeful, roaring sound, Numie surfaced, blocking my consciousness completely from the battlefield. I watched from the inside of my mind as hers took over. Limbs flying, heartbeat racing, the few surrounding zombies were dispatched quickly. Only then did Numie's presence dissipate from me.
I ground my teeth and raised my arm to catch my spinning cross-blade. I was leaving now, too much heat for me here. I flitted easily between battling humans and zombies, careful not to drop my attention again...

**Actually there is a zombie horde in both the street and building.**

Daniel

Daniel hacked his way through the massive hordes of zombies, all the while keeping a light eye on the door behind him. He seemed to be keeping his swings at a constant speed and power, but it was clear that he was getting tired. He looked over at Jesse for a second, he looked to his other side and found Jenna attacking as well.

On the other side of the mob he heard hacking, slashing, and dying. Little by little he felt tired, like giving up. The mob of zombies from outside were starting to break through the doors. He hacked desperately. Then he started humming a light tune, it was a song he hadn’t heard for years. For some reason it kept him going.

Jenna stared at him like a crazy man, Jesse just kept swinging. After a few minutes the battle had been won. Daniel strongly desired to slump against the wall, and sit for a few minutes. But in order to do that, he would have to return this growing group of survivors to base—unharmed.

His eyes caught the figure of someone else, a few feet away, separated by a sea of bodies. He slowly crawled over, knowing that he would have to speak with this one.

“Hi, I’m Claudio.” He held out his hand to Daniel. Daniel simply kept his hands on his staff, gesturing to all the blood that had slipped from the hatchet to their hand.
“I’m Daniel, what brings you here?” This made Claudio pause, and think for a moment.
“I am here to find a cure, after the zombies took everyone from me.” Daniel sighed, he assumed this man had been bitten to, just didn’t want to admit it.
“We’ve just cleared them out, how about you come back to our, as I think of it, base?” Claudio thought about it, then he realized that Daniel wasn’t giving him much of a choice, and if they had injections with them, that would prove useful.
“I’m sorry to ruin the party boys but—“ Natalie’s words were interrupted by the sound of shattering glass.
“We’ve got zombies on our hands!” Jenna ran to a nearby hallway, the one through the slain horde of zombies had came.
“This way!”

The others followed her, trying to avoid combat. Natalie was a few minutes behind them, she had made a stronger block for the door. Then she had ran after them. The group had waited for her after making sure no zombies were in their path.

From there it was a matter of sneaking, and running past any zombies they may meet. Daniel started to mumble silently to himself, the others just stared at him, getting rather... anxious …to leave.

He stopped, he pointed towards the road, which lead up a hill.
“This is the way to our base.”
The rest of the traveled in silence, other then a few whispers at the sight of zombies. Then there was a mob of zombies standing outside of the town hall. A few people ran out the front door, and in a matter of moments the zombie mob had been slain, as well as one of the survivors. Then ran back inside.

Daniel ran inside too, before the doors had locked. He let the rest in, and introduced them to a few of the other survivors. They were mostly nice, scared, serous. Up until Daniel lead the others into the coffee room. They had coffee, donuts, hot chocolate, and seven of each type of sandwich in the fridge.

Berlin - Survivor

Behind me I could hear the sounds of the battle; almost as if they were winning. But I was already halfway through the building, trying to get away. I'd never seen such a large-sized zombie horde, nor had I ever seen so many other humans in such a long time.
I wandered through the building -which looked like some abandoned hospital or science building- and found nothing of interest, somebody had been through every file cabinet and storage cupboard before me. I'd heard of anti-zombie injections and I thought it'd be something good to stock up on (not that I intended to get bitten).
"You're crazy, you know," Numie protested. "There's been nothing here since-"
She suddenly stopped when I cracked open a dented, metal case and lifted several bottles to the light. "Viral neuroinvasive vaccine" the label read: "zombie-cure" in English.
"Yes!" I shouted, grabbing as many bottles as I could. "Numie, this is what I need!"
My backpack was soon full of the dark-green bottles, but there were still about two dozen vials left in the box. It was such a push to do it, but I left it there.
"Let's get out of here," Numie suggested, and for once I agreed with her. "Maybe-"
Her words were cut off by the sound of breaking glass to my right. I quickly slipped my backpack on and ran down the hall: I knew what was coming. More and more sounds were reaching me now, objects getting thrown and tripped over, shuffling sounds and scraping sounds: a crescendo of hectic noise.
"They're closing in!" Numie screamed.
A door I was about to open exploded in my face, shattering and splintering across the hall. A zombie stood before me, staring back at me through dead, hollow eyes. I screamed, thrust my cross-blade up his gullet and turned to the other side of the hall. The door there was blocked as well, and then...Numie took over.
I barely felt the scrapes when Numie pushed me through the window, but enough of my consciousness remained for my hand to tighten around my weapon: my precious cross-blade. Numie landed me safely on the ground and then left once more, the feeling was -as always- weird. But it was short-lived, the zombies were pouring out of the broken window after me.
My eyes searched around for a hiding place, an abandoned car, anything that could get me away. Suddenly I saw a group of people disappearing into the city hall: safe!
"Open up!" I screamed, pounding the heavy, zombie-proof doors with my fists. "PLease!"
Behind me the zombie horde closed in...

Natalie

When I saw the food my mind kicked into overdrive. I ran to it, wrenching the door open. I hadn't had anything except stale bread and jerkey for months. I pulled out the first sandwich that I laid my eyes on. I closed the door, and unwrapped the sandwich.

After about two minutes it was gone. Several people were staring at her. "What? I haven't had any good food in months."

Then there was a scream from outside. "Open up! Please!"

Daniel

He watched as Jenna acted like she heard nothing. He shook his head, a cry for help, more survivors. He ran back towards the main doors and jerked this person inside. He shut the doors. A couple others whom had luckily been nearby helped him to shut and bar the door again. The girl he had yanked in seemed frightened, short of breath, and suffering from a panic attack.

Daniel had similar feelings, he took the role of leader of a small survivor group, and he felt guilty if someone died. There were still a few people out there, he could only hope that he could get to them. He shook his head, then went to closely examining this new girl, he didn’t want to let many more people whom had been infected in.
“You saved me, thank you… so much.”
“It was nothing, I’m Daniel by the way.” She smiled. He walked with her towards the break room. Right as they were walking through the doorway she spoke.
“I’m Berlin.”
Jenna scowled, just what she needed, another person to steal Daniels attention from her. She walked up, and cleared the scowl from her face. She held her hand out to shake.
“I’m Jenna.” Berlin took her hand and shook it, her grip was very firm compaired to Jenna’s.

She held her hand. This was her bandaged, and bitten hand. The firm grip of this woman had reopened the wound. Blood soaked through the bandages. Both Berlin and Daniel took a step back. The shape of the bite was clear. Daniel took a step forwards, Jenna was bent over, still gripping her hand. He gently started to remove the bandages.

She looked up at him, a few light tears in her eyes. She shook her head.
“Please don’t…”
“Move your hand.”
“Please Daniel.”
His eyes up until then had been locked on her bleeding hand. He looked up and locked his eyes with hers.
“Move your hand.”
This time she moved her hand as he had told her. She moved her hand, then looked away. He slowly removed the bandages. A few drops of blood dripped from her hand to the floor. The bite was very deep. A man dressed in a white coat, black jeans, and a black shirt with a red cross on the left side of the chest walked up to them. He handed Daniel a small packet, inside was a sanitary wipe.

He wrapped this around her bite wound. She stiffened. The others in the room were stiff, making sure not to move. She stood upright and held the wipe in place. He moved his hand. She followed the man in the jacket.

Once they were gone Daniel sighed. He looked down. Natalie came up to him and patted him on the back. He pulled away.
“I—um—I think that I’ll lay down for a while… get me if you need anything.”
He walked out of the room, making sure to keep his head down. His shoulders dropped. His arms swayed lightly as he walked.

Once he was in his room he sat down. He let out a light sigh. He felt like he was losing his sister all over again. He had taken Jenna as a sister, and he never knew that she had been bitten. A tear fell down his cheek, but that was all. He laid sideways on the bed.

Sorry I haven't posted in a while! I've been busy!

Grace Hurley

Somehow, the day had gone from acceptable to completely ridiculous. A hundred different beings, human and zombie, had somehow found their way into Grace's safe haven. She blamed the human intruders for being so foolish as to leave the zombies a decent entrance. Though, they did manage to fight them all off.

Grace finished re-locking up the facility and returned to the research center, only to find someone had grabbed up a good portion of the vaccines. There were more around the hospital, but in unexplored areas. Grace had managed to secure a good area around the research center but had left the rest up as zombie territory.

"I can't believe this," she mumbled as she stared at her depleted supply.

She looked up to where her research had been left mid-way. Nothing had been disturbed too much, which was good, but she would eventually need those other injections. And Grace wasn't about to let a bunch of tenderfoot survivors who weren't even trying for a cure to take them away.

Grace peered through a hole in a boarded over window. The city hall was across the street and Grace could see the group of humans rushing inside.

"Looks like I found my little thieves," she said.

Grace gathered a few injections for herself, just in case, her backpack filled with supplies, and the handgun she had stumbled upon earlier that day and climbed out a secure second floor window.

Luckily, the zombies had died down and Grace could make an easy sprint to the building across the street. She banged on the door a few times and someone let her in.

As soon as she was safely inside, she held up her gun. "Alright, which one of you took the injections," she demanded. Grace didn't care if anyone was frightened of her, they should be. She meant business.