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« on: January 05, 2010, 03:59:33 pm »

8 pm Eastern, Home. Philedelphia, Pennsylvania.

It was snowing....

Again.

Ignot tried to wrap the coat over himself as tightly as he could once more, trying to keep his hands and toes from freezing against the blitz of cold air that swept over him. It was just bitter outside, the chilly air just slicing to the core of a man. Shivering a little, Ignot had a dark thought that echoed in his mind.

At least it's not as cold as it is inside....

Which was more true than he could imagine at that point. Ignot never felt so hurt by the way things had gone in this family that he called his own. Many more people died after the attack on the house which rocked the building to the core, killing Coach in it's onslaught. They manged to put a fence up around the top of the building to prevent another attack like that, but the damage had been done. Alex had retreated into herself, not even sharing many witty sarcasms with Ignot anymore. Billie had gotten more quiet with the months, and Trista had clammed up once more. Kai was the only one smiling it seemed like.

Luckily, they had picked up a few new members, who were sleeping quietly in their new bedrooms. But they couldn't make up for those that had been lost...Daniel, Leena, even Locke fell, pumleling his way through a horde wave to distract them. Last he saw of the gentle giant was his wave and his battle yell was he lept off of the roof of the one story building and began swinging. Ignot never looked back.

Another slice of wind cut through him and his thoughts were lost to the bitter climate of Philidelphia. But a warm feeling touched his shoulder through the wind. Only one person still did that.

"Yeah, Billie?" He asked, not looking back.

"Come on inside. Kai got some hot chocolate brewing." After a few seconds of silence, Billie tried again.

"Nothing's coming, Ignot. Come on inside." Ignot wanted to mention the attack, mention all the lives he caused to be lost, to lash out and tear to her peices right then and there. He got up, turned around and nodded.

He couldn't fall apart. Not now. It wasn't hard to see Billie's smile through the furry hood of her winter parka, but he didn't return it. He couldn't. Not with this mask in the way. Motioning her inside, he followed her through the door. Maybe tomorrow would be different.
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« Reply #1 on: January 05, 2010, 10:49:16 pm »

Alex sighed as she stared out her window as more snow fell. Usually nights like these let her know that school was on the verge of cancellation and also the holidays.

Not anymore.

They were always watching. Waiting. They knew that they were up here and they wanted revenge. She closed her eyes as faces flashed in front of her; people she knew and people she wished she never met at all. She felt lost and broken once more. Her new family that she came to hold near and dear to her heart were falling apart. No longer was this a game for her. She wished it was so she could hit the reset button and everything would go back to normal.

That was wishful thinking. Her mind worked against her ever since Mr. Matheson died. She was supposed to be here instead of going after Ignot and the others on that run. If she stayed....if she stayed, he'd be alive right now. Alex wiped the tears from her eyes and moved away from the window. She scratched at the bandages on her arms before she stopped. She looked down to see that she needed to change them. She slowly walked into her bathroom and unwrapped the bloody bandages to reveal the deep scars that danced along her arms. She took a towel and dabbed the fresh wounds inhaling sharply as the cold water burned her open wounds. Zombies weren't the only thing that plagued Alex's young mind. Once she finished, she turned off the water and rebandaged her arms. She then pulled on a hoodie and made her way back into her room.

She sat down in a chair and pulled out a guitar. She strummed and noticed it was out of tune. She moved her right hand up the neck of the guitar and began to tune it. After the guitar was back in tune, she strummed with her left hand as her right glossed over the frets to make songs that once existed come back to life. She smiled to herself, it was the only thing that made sense to her now. Sleep didn't come naturally to her anymore. She was almost afraid to sleep. She didn't want to dream. She would dream about them. She couldn't get them out of her head. She wanted them to leave, but she knew that they were just going to stay and she just needed to accept it. She didn't want to. She kept strumming until she heard a knock on her door.
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« Reply #2 on: January 06, 2010, 04:10:56 pm »

Billie left Ignot on the roof after asking him to come inside…she couldn’t deny, as of late she preferred not to keep his company longer than she must. He was colder and harsher than the unforgiving winter that the survivors faced. But the doctor had her part to play and she played it to her best…but it wasn’t enough…

The woman that pulled down the parka hood wasn’t the young and optimistic one of months past. The slimming of their numbers had disheartened her; the smile that was once so reassuring was now just shade, continued out of habit. The responsibility Billie put on herself had taken its toll on her physically. Her lovely heart shaped face has hallowed to make her bone structure more pronounced and dark circles seemed to have stolen the light to her eyes away.

Her signature short hair had grown out to the point of straining to touch her shoulders and she sometime wished it was longer to hide the sickly features. She tried hard to hide any signs of stress or their ravages on her body, but it was obvious her already slender frame had shed weight…she’d often walk and interact as though she was merely going through the motions of what she knew needed to be done…or what she knew others needed…

One such moment happened upon Billie in which her feet carried her to where she needed to be while her mind shut down. She almost walked right into Alex’s closed door. Sighing softly that woman put on her best smile, knowing that if anyone needed a friendly face it was Alex.
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« Reply #3 on: January 06, 2010, 09:35:13 pm »

Alex stopped strumming and heard the knock on the door. She gently placed her guitar down and headed to the door and opened it to reveal Billie. Alex smiled before she looked down. Out of all of the survivors, Alex felt like she let down Billie the most after Mr. Matheson. Alex scratched the back of her neck and cleared her throat.

"Hi, Ms. Billie," she rasped out as waves of emotion crashed into her.

Alex closed her eyes and wondered why she felt all these emotions whenever she spoke to Billie. True, she was the surrogate mother that Alex needed after the outbreak, but she needed guidance. Alex couldn't talk to Ignot about the emotions of killing people; he'd been doing it for so long that it didn't even bother him anymore. Alex opened the door more and offered Billie to come inside. She sat back down in her chair and continued to strum her guitar. Alex wanted to talk to someone about everything and anything, but she felt like it was whining. Just whining again. No one wanted to hear these troubles, they had their own. Alex continued to strum and gave Billie a small smile.

"It's getting cold, huh?" Alex asked her. Alex mentally kicked herself. What a stupid question to ask.
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« Reply #4 on: January 07, 2010, 05:55:07 am »

"Hi, Ms. Billie," Alex rasped out as waves of emotion crashed into her.

Billie’s weak smile fades at how Alex addressed her as Miss. It was not even the fact the ‘Miss’ title was a subtle almost taunting jab at her previous life…it was how Alex spoke.

The once willful teenager had wilted and retreated. Billie had wanted so badly for the younger survivors to retain some normalcy…to shield them just a bit longer from the nightmarish reality they’ve been thrust into but that was a false hope. How could she protect the younger survivors when death surrounded them? Having robbed all the living of their former lives and yet the undead greedily took more from them…tearing down their morale, gnawing away at their sanity, ripping apart their family…

"It's getting cold, huh?" Alex asked her.

Billie blinked, raising her eyes to Alex momentarily confused that she was now standing before the girl, who was sitting and playing her guitar. So lost in her thoughts, Billie hadn’t realized she accepted Alex’s offer to come into her apartment room.

Sighing softly at her slipping focus, Billie pushed the hood of her parka off subtly running her fingers through her auburn hair with the action. In response to Alex’s question, the doctor vaguely said it is no colder than the day before. Billie not intending to sound rude or short but she felt no need to trouble Alex with the fact the weather was naturally growing worse with each passing day.

“Kai is making hot chocolate,” Billie states lamely, as though Alex hasn’t noticed the smell of chocolate in the air. The false smile returning to the doctor’s face, wanting Alex to be at ease with her as she asks the teenager to come have hot chocolate with her…hoping some time in the common room with the others will help Alex recover from her depression over Mr. Matheson’s death.
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« Reply #5 on: January 07, 2010, 02:47:01 pm »

“Kai is making hot chocolate,” Billie states.

Alex strummed slowly and nodded. She could smell the cocoa in the air with a vague Hawai'ian twist if Kai even considered putting it in there. This must be torturous for him. Hot chocolate sounded good right now. It would calm the nerves. Hopefully it'll divert everyone's attention away from the cold. Hot chocolate sounded good right now. Alex wanted to talk to Billie and she didn't know how to even start. How could she talk to Billie about this pain? She rubbed her eyes and put her guitar down. Alex fidgeted and tried to start this conversation, but she closed herself off.

Alex stood up and said: "Well...shall we head to the common room to meet up with others? Maybe we can get everyone to play a board game like old times."
Alex grabbed her guitar and gave a small smile to Billie. The fake smile showing that she wasn't okay, but she needed to be strong like everyone else. It was another day. Another day of survival.
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« Reply #6 on: January 07, 2010, 05:01:40 pm »

Sebastian sat awake in the room he had taken since he decided to stay in the building. He was one of the newer people to join the small group to say the least. Having come in with two others some time before. He stared out the window of his room into the wasteland that was outside. It was snowing again. He saw shadows appear and vanish about in the white gloom. It was times like these that the horror of what he had seen came back to him. He had been living with death as a shadow since the first days of the outbreak when he was caught in a city when it happened. He had lost too many people that he considered friends and companions.

Jolynn, his editor, who was with him from the start until she was taken out by a zombie influx from an unguarded door; Oeddie, Dave, and Bill, his companions back before they had found this building and those inside. Bill had been bitten after they had found a supermarket that hadn't been raided yet by a stray zombie and had asked for Sebastian to let him die as a human and not become one of the undead, Dave and Oeddie had gone out out during an incident on a scavenging mission when they were overtaken by crawlers and devoured. Then there were those who were here before him that he had the pleasure of meeting and the displeasure of seeing them die.

As Sebastian went over these thoughts in his mind, he took his notebook and opened it to a blank page. He wrote down the names of the fallen that he remembered. He tore out the page and fished his lighter from the pile of clothes lying near the bed and walked over to the window. "To all that have fallen in the past months, I wish that you found where you were going and are not condemned to a life of undeath," he said as he opened the window and lit the piece of paper on fire before throwing it into the cold. "What am I doing here," he asked himself as he closed the window and walked to the door of his room after grabbing his copy of his novel from its resting place on top of a dresser and smelled the distinct smell of chocolate in the air. He left his room and meandered towards the common room with a genuine smile on his face. He hadn't had chocolate in months. Upon entering the common room, and seeing others, he asked, "Is that hot chocolate I'm smelling?"
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« Reply #7 on: January 08, 2010, 02:21:24 pm »

Billie watched Alex as she considered the proposition to come to the common room. The doctor’s analytically mind lacking the ability to shut down despite the heaviness that had fogged her thoughts as of late.

Avoiding eye contact…Nervous fidgeting…Hesitation…

The hesitation was the most troubling. Alex had always been a girl to know what she wanted…and she surely wanted something otherwise wouldn’t she have just walked with Billie to the common room instead of inviting her inside? Her pondering was cut short by Alex’s sudden readiness to join the others.

Alex stood up and said: "Well...shall we head to the common room to meet up with others? Maybe we can get everyone to play a board game like old times."

The fake smile the girl gave her could have just as easily been a slap in the face with how it hit Billie. Alex didn’t want anything…she needed help. The woman caught Alex’s shoulder as she made for the door, turning her gently and making eye contact with the teenager.

“Alex…I know I told you to be strong but strength isn’t bottling yourself up…” Billie paused realizing she played a role in Alex’s distortion of how to be strong, finding herself unable to keep down a biting thought that Ignot’s apparent insensibility to death was probably a worse influence. “I want you to be strong in the sense that you know when you need help. Even if you feel alone Alex, you aren’t. I’ll always be here for you.”

Billie hoped the teenager understood that she would always have time to support her least the doctor have to get any more Hallmark trying to explain it. But deep in her mind, Billie thoughts worked against her…telling her she only recognized Alex’s distress because it was a mirror to her own and in her mind she could only think one thing as her words to Alex replayed in her head:

Hypocrite.

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The darkness of the apartment was interrupted only by the thin rays of light able to sneak through the shoddy wooden boarding over the window. Trista had been sitting on her bed staring blankly out through the cracks in the boarding for hours now…fingers slowly working over the numbers engraved on the badge in her hand. The numbers were committed to her memory but yet she’d spend the majority of the day as she is now.

From her room, Trista could hear the speaking and movements of the other survivors…often registering them as no more than distant reminders she is not alone in the sense that other exist nearby. She flexed her fingers, the brittleness having left the digits as she became stronger over the months. Trista wasn’t sure if she should be grateful since without the weakness her fits could be worse…more damaging. Her eye closed as she recalled her first fit and how injured she easily overpowered and traumatized another. In her reflection the most upsetting thing for her was realizing she was unsure if she cared or not.

As her thoughts drifted to darker and darker places the muscles in her legs burned and in her anxiousness she got to her feet. She needed to escape the room for a moment, needed to stretch her legs. Pulling her father’s leather coat around her tightly, the teen exited her room and strode purposefully down the hall. Upstairs for a lap around the common room, up to the next sixth floor and once around the roof, then all the way back down to the fourth floor and down the hall before back to her room. She knew somewhere deep inside she knew she wasn’t doing this "walk" everyday since the Mercy incident to stretch her legs…

The teenager rudely shoved past the man foolish enough to linger at the entrance to the common room. Trista giving him a glance through her dark hair only noticing he was nameless to her. The teenager hadn’t bothered to learn any of new the survivors’ names…what point was there? They’d be dead soon anyways.
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« Reply #8 on: January 09, 2010, 03:31:02 am »

Leland wrapped the scratchy wool blanket tightly around his shoulders and drew his grey scarf around his neck. A Louisiana native, this was his first real winter; to him, the drop in temperature was unbelievable. He arose from his modest bed and threw off the blanket. He immediately began pacing and waving his arms to block out the cold.

“Oooh! Get over it! C-c-c-c’mon! Phoo! Phoo! Phoo!”

After a few minutes of warming up, he picked up his white sweatshirt and held it to his face. “Well…” he thought. “It doesn’t really smell.” He had been traveling with only the clothes on his back for so long, he could scarcely remember the last time he changed outfits. He ran his hand through his low-cut Mohawk and grinned at the prickly feeling. Oh if his mother could see him now. “Oh Leland! Your beautiful brown hair!” she would cry. He cut it so to help instill respect and maybe even a bit of intimidation, but when he met the leader of this group-the large masked man, he felt that he learned what true intimidation was.

His inspection was cut short when he heard a few people talking in what seemed to be a living room or a common area. He couldn’t make out what they were saying, but he felt no need to pry. He wasn’t even sure how long he would be staying here.

Leland began to fidget. He had been in his room for almost two days straight, sleeping and eating and sleeping. He always felt awkward when under the hospitality of others and instead subsided on the food supplies he had been carrying. In fact, since his arrival, he had not seen any of the other tenants, never mind remembered their names. He had been lucky to find them, and although they did not turn him away, he could tell that a great tragedy had occurred recently. But, his time passing from group to group taught him that there are certain questions that are simply no longer asked.

Regardless, he had to endure what was becoming part of his routine: the first real meeting with the rest of the group where he would have to gauge his role and importance, and where he would alert them of his skills. It was always nerve-wracking but it was of course necessary.

“Is that hot chocolate I’m smelling?” he heard someone say. And indeed, all of a sudden, the smell of cocoa was noticeable.

“Well I’ll be d-damned.” Leland muttered. He stepped out of his room just in time to see a young girl push past the man he had heard speaking. He found a corner out of the areas of traffic and leaned against the wall, trying to stay out of anyone’s way. He preferred to watch the room and study the people. The one character who stood out the most was a large Samoan man who was apparently brewing the cocao. Leland offered him a modest nod of the head and tightened his scarf before settling into the background.
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« Reply #9 on: January 09, 2010, 01:39:32 pm »

Kai stood watch over the pot of hot chocolate like a sentry guarding his post. Spoon in hand and standing ready, he carefuly watched the rather large mixture with an eyes that had been developed over years of practice. Stirring carefuly and purposefuly, he brought a small amount of the slow brewing mixure to his lips and blew on it, the steam curling up in the rather figid apartment. It wasn't any wonder to him why everyone stayed in their rooms so often, as it was easier to heat a smaller room than the whole apartment. Several times already this winter, Ignot had to lead a party out to find deisel for the generator they had running for the space heaters they had scattered around. Ignot only allowed them to use the heaters at certain times during the night to ration the gas.

"He is a smart man." Kai admited, nodding his head after sipping the mixure when it cooled off. He knew a Hawaiian phrase that he lived perfectly. "I mua e na poki'i a inu i ka wai 'awa'awa, 'a'ohe hope e ho'i mai ai," or Move forward brothers and drink of the bitter water, no shall return/go back. Kai smiled as he thought of the phrase. Always move forward and persist in your endeavors. They were certainly doing that. Kai shived a little as he tighted the down fluffed coat around himself and tighted the scarf. He was cold, but he never even thought that it had anything to do with the fact that he still wore shorts and sandles around the house. No one bothered to tell him either.

Pulling the pot off of the stove, he poured 10 glasses for those still around. He figured that a little warmth in this cold would be of use to everyone before bedtime. He knew that being warm when you slept was always a good thing. Turning with a smile on his face, he called out. "Come and get it everyone! A little sweet treat before Bed!"

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Ignot sat looking at his empty cup and walked back into the main dining room. He had a bad habit of not eating with the group because of the way he had to scarf everything down while hsi mask was up. He didn't want to catch anything while he was eating. Adjusting the mask while placing his cup into the sink, he sat at the head of the now crowded table once more and looked toward everyone. All of the side conversations died down as he adjusted himself in the seat and tighted the beanie on top of his head. It was still uncomfortable for him to make these meetings every night, but he deemed it nessecary for some sort of "family" to exist. Everyone looked toward him as he sat forward and folded his hands in front of him.

"We have issues." He said simply. Looking around some people looked down in nervousness, other in expectation of what he had to say next.

"Simply put, we're almost out of gas again, having gone last week. However, the recent snow is limiting our range for supplies. So, i'm resorting to raiding cars. It's going to be cold and long work. Luckily the generator can handle most types of gasses. I don;t need to state that we got lucky with that find a few months ago." He sighed and lookeda round to everyone once more.

"Food's good so far, the winter is keeping the meat frozen for use, but the redner's is running out of things we can bring back. Water's still good too, the snow melting barrel is keeping up with our demand so far. Generator's gonna run for an hour tonight to let everyone go to sleep, so zip up your bags tonight and use the spare blanket. Looks like a cold one."

"Other than that, i just gotta say this out loud." He sighed once more and sat up straighter.

"This is hard for all of us. Survival is not only the action part of it, but also the mental. Long term, this is terrible on our minds and as a result, we could just give up. We've all seen death, expecially resently. But we have to continue. It's still early into this. Half a year with no contact, but i'm looking into a possible way to send a signal outside of the city. Maybe we can get in contact with military or survivors. It's at least something." He looked like he was done, but instead of wrapping up, he scratched his head.

"To be honest, something's bugging me." Everyone kind of looked around at each other, surprise evident on their faces.

"Remember our redner's trip the first time? Well, the lights were on. Looking back, so were the street lights. I don't know if it's just that block or something, but power's there. I would like to see why." A few nods around the table, but some apprehention as well.

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Ignot was making his final rounds around the apartment, checking locks and making sure the space heaters were the only thing on tonight. But the still steaming cup of chocolate in his hands told of a different quest he had. Walking to the last set of doors in the hall, he knocked lightly before entering, cracking the door on the blone still sitting in the same position he'd left her last time. The jacket was the only indication that she'd moved at all.

"Got something for you Trista. Mind if I come in?" No responce. But that was usual.

He walked in and set the chocolate down onto the nightstand that was there, noting the empty glass of water he'd left last night. 'Good, she's drinking again,' he thought. There was a time after they'd lost Coach that she didn't even eat or drink anything. Scared him personaly. He may have been emotionaly distant, but she was completly emotionaly devoid.

"It's gonna be cold tonight, so you'd better bundle up." He said, leaning up against the wall next to her, looking downward at her head.

More silence toward him. She didn't even look at him. Again, pretty normal. He looked up toward the boarded up window and moved over to it, glancing outward toward the spots of light that were still glowing close to downtown. That fateful day. He shook it off.

"Pretty view you have." He said, leaning once more against the wall. "It reminds me of Moscow, with all of the snow around." It was almost every night now that Ignot walked by her room, saying small things like this. He thought that maybe he could get somekind of responce out of her, and if now, it was that small bit of human interaction that she could look forward to.

"Not that you care about human interaction, Ignot. You'd rather tham die and move on, wouldn't you?"

Ignot sighed. Illaron make himself known much more often lately. Ignot had to ignore him until he was in private most of the time or he'd start talking out loud. And there is nothing crazier than a man talking to himself.

"Just figured that you would want the warning. You know were i am if you need anything." He said, looking over at the girl, surprised to see her looking directly at him. No emotion, no smile, nothing behind the eyes at all. But just staring at him. He was surprised as first, but his eyes just bored back into her as well. They stood there, eyes boring into each other's souls as their bodies remained motionless. Finally, Ignot moved, walking over and stoking her long hair in a fatherly manner.

"Goodnight, Без перевода" He used the pet name he'd picked for her a little while ago. It meant "Beautiful Silence" in russian. Also a little human touch.

"Human? You're not human, Ignot. You're a killer."

He walked to the door and started to close it behind him.

"Goodnight, Ignot." The female voice stopped his motion for a second.

"You're a monster."

He closed the door with a small smile on his lips.
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« Reply #10 on: January 09, 2010, 07:41:50 pm »

Harry was wrapped up in his blanket in his room. He didn't feel like socialising at the moment. Instead, he chose to reflect on his recent experiences. He was definitely glad for the company, but... one doesn't spend so long on one's own without feeling a little uneasy when among his fellow man once more, does one?
He sat for quite some time, until he heard a cry- "Come and get it everyone! A little sweet treat before bed!"

Harry stood. The blanket still wrapped round him, he left his room and made his way over to the stove. "Hot chocolate. Lovely. Thanks, bud."
He took a cup from Kai, poured a small amount of whiskey into it and sat as close to the stove as possible without getting in people's way. Soon, the cup was drained and the dregs scooped out by a finger. As well as tasting good, it was valuable nutrition. Once it was finished, Harry fetched his fiddle and began playing. It started off slow and vaguely mournful, but the tune soon progressed, rapidly becoming faster and more cheerful.
The music died off as Ignot leaned forwards and began to speak.

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« Reply #11 on: January 09, 2010, 11:57:16 pm »

Alex stared at Billie in the eyes for the first time in weeks. She lowered her head as tears filled her eyes. She sniffled and quickly rubbed her face with her sleeves. She didn’t want to seem weak, not now. Not ever. Alex huffed and nodded to Billie as she tried to keep her tough exterior in order. She knew she failed at impressing Billie, but she didn’t want to talk about it; not yet anyway.

"Billie...I...I...I..uh....," Alex breathed in as tears just fell from her eyes. "Just....thanks."

Before she could give time for Billie to respond, Alex turned and headed up the stairs to the fifth floor common room. As she walked up the stairs, she wiped her eyes and hoped that it would be a better night than before. When she found herself in the mist of everyone that was now alive. Some old and new faces in the crowd, but they were a family, and that's all that mattered. Kai smiled at Alex as he gave her a cup and nodded. Alex gave a weak smile and sat down on a run down recliner. While the others came to the common room, one of the newer faces began to play his fiddle. Alex smiled and let the man play. She was half tempted to run downstairs to get her guitar, but the fiddle sounded nice not to be disturbed by any other instruments.

She looked over to see Jason come inside and grab a cup. He sat down on the floor trying to make the group be in a circle. He didn't even glance over at her. Alex looked down at her cocoa and sighed. Ever since that day...that day when she made him come along, he severed their friendship. He no longer talked to her. Though, there would be the one sentence here and there, but that was it. Alex needed him, but she knew that he wouldn't forgive her for Michael's death. She rubbed her face and continued to sip her cocoa. She then quietly sipped her cocoa when Ignot explained what was going on with the generators. He also commented about lights and power.

Normally, Alex would've thought've a smart ass remark about the lights. However, she couldn't think of anything in response. She knew that he would want to explore the city to find the power, and she wouldn't go. She hadn't gone on a mission for a while. She'd rather stay watch on the rooftop instead. No more screw ups; nothing. She was supposed to be training as a soldier, and that's what Ignot is doing to all of them. She didn't care. She didn't want to be apart of this any longer. She just wanted to go home. It's hard to think that this was her life now. She leaned back in her chair and waited for other people to comment on the matter.
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« Reply #12 on: January 10, 2010, 08:39:55 pm »

Sebastian was caught unaware by the girl who shoved by him on her way to the common room, so much so that he was nearly knocked to the floor, but he managed to regain his stability. He gazed about at those who were still here after the most recent mission. The family was getting smaller and smaller and some of those members were drawing farther and farther into themselves. The girl who had pushed past him, Trista Lane, was one such case. His attempts to try and draw her from her shell had proved fruitless the past recent months. But he wasn't about to give up on it.

"Come and get it everyone! A little sweet treat before Bed!" he heard the big man Kai say as he poured out the sweet chocolate drink into mugs for those who were congregating in the room.

"Ah, sweet sweet nectar," he said as he meandered towards the mugs and picked one up. "Ye live giving elixir, oh how I have missed you. How long has it been since we have last met dear sweet chocolate?" He took a drink from the mug. "Ah, now that hit the spot." He walked over to an unoccupied spot of floor and sat down as the old man Harold whipped out his fiddle and began to play. The music brought back memories of the time before the outbreak, where things such as music were readily available. Now, the only music they had was that which they made themselves.

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"Comments or questions?" he said after his speech.

"Uh, yeah," Sebastian said. "Has there been any signs that the weather has been effecting the zombies in anyway?"
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« Reply #13 on: January 11, 2010, 12:57:46 pm »

Common area, 8:15pm

Ignot looked over at Sebastian, the keeper of the books, as some had began to call him. He straightened up a little, the comfort of analyzing an enemy giving him a little rigidity in this coldish room.

"As far as i can tell, they are locking up a bit more. My theory's that since the body doesn't make any more heat, the enemy are more susceptible to freezing. So they are defiantly slowing down. Jason took down a hunter last run because he heard the snapping of it's toes on a rock. Broke them clear off into pieces." There were a few shivers and looks of disgust around the table as they pictured the scenario. Ignot didn't even get phased. This was his element.

"Back on topic, it seems there is a general slowing of the zombies and they are less coordinated. Good for us, but the winter works against us as well. Keep bundled and watch out for pitfalls in the rubble. Snow's tricky. Anything else?"
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« Reply #14 on: January 11, 2010, 03:16:31 pm »

"Billie...I...I...I..uh....," Alex breathed in as tears just fell from her eyes. "Just....thanks."

At seeing Alex’s tears Billie felt her chest tighten painfully. She desperately wanted to do something to ease Alex’s distress. Wanting to just reach out and help the girl clean up her face and promise her everything would be alright but Billie didn’t want to seem condescending…or lie to Alex. So Billie followed Alex upstairs in silence.

While Ignot spoke at length about their current situation Billie stared rather disinterestedly at her half full mug of hot chocolate. She was listening despite not seeming to engage actively in the conversation. Her eyes wandered from Ignot rather obviously, looking to Alex and following her gaze to Jason.

The doctor felt a frown coming to her lips…Jason had been just as devastated by Mr. Matheson’s passing as Alex and neither was coping well without the other for support. Alex put all that negative emotion into blaming herself for what happened and Jason diverted his guilt by putting the blame solely on Alex.

Billie prolonged staring at Jason made her smile, remember the comical expression on his face when he realized she is a woman. How they had all teased and laughed for a moment. She tried to think of the last time she had felt lighthearted like that…the closet thing being when it started to get cold…she had been unable to not chuckle at the beanie Ignot wore to protect his bald head from the cold.

"Remember our redner's trip the first time? Well, the lights were on. Looking back, so were the streetlights. I don't know if it's just that block or something, but power's there. I would like to see why."

Billie tensed in her sit at Ignot’s statement. She was sure behind his glasses he was watching her, knowing her eyes were back on him and narrowed. With the worsening weather and recent deaths Billie was firmly against out goings that weren’t absolutely necessary.

Ignot’s explanation of why the zombies have slowed didn’t cause a reaction from Billie. This would strike anyone who has spent some time with Billie as extremely off. Despite her friendliness, Billie is also a bit of a know-it-all when it comes to such medical inclined questions…so her having nothing to add to such a bare bones explanation seems to leave a void in the conversation.

The doctor only sighed softly, distracted. She knew Ignot’s curiosity about the power wouldn’t be stopped by her concern. Billie only hoped the leader remember her usually concern about taking along the younger survivors….by now he had to know she’d follow him to whatever ends.


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"Got something for you Trista. Mind if I come in?"

He was back again. Almost every night since Matheson fell Ignot made it a point to visit her room before he retired to his own. Some nights she wished he’d stay away, others she was silently thankful for someone to chase away her thoughts for just a few moments. Regardless of her mood, every night Ignot would let himself in and every night she would ignore him…fingers running over the badge he returned to her months ago.

"It's gonna be cold tonight, so you'd better bundle up." He said, leaning up against the wall next to her.

She could feel his eyes on her but she would not meet his. She kept her head down often out of habit…her face bandaged to hide the scarring. Trista’s jaw tightened as she thought of how regardless of if she wore the bandages or not her injuries would intimidate and frighten the others…but…but she rather liked the thought…

"Pretty view you have." He said, leaning once more against the wall. "It reminds me of Moscow, with all of the snow around."

Trista thought of how she had never really traveled…but the thought quickly left her mind. It was irrelevant since the world was dead. There was nothing left to see.

"Just figured that you would want the warning. You know where I am if you need anything." He said, looking over at the girl, surprised to see her looking directly at him.

Trista had raised her head to look at the man. No emotion, no smile, nothing behind the eye at all. But just staring at him. She could tell she surprised him, but he recovered and his eyes just bored back into her as well. Trista refused to look away… she had wanted to make eye contact with the leader to let him know she acknowledge his presence, almost like an odd thank you…but she probably just came off as an unpleasant and unsettling staring contest.

Finally, Ignot moved, walking over and stoking her long hair in a fatherly manner. Trista tensed, fingers twitching as though wanting to strike out. She did not care to be touched…especially not like that…her father use to ruffle her hair…

"Goodnight, Без перевода"

He used the pet name he'd picked for her a little while ago. Trista had no idea what he called her but the Russia wasn’t unwelcome. As he was almost to the door she finally spoke, "Goodnight, Ignot."

She heard him hesitate but she didn’t turn. She just wanted to try and show respect. After all, her fingers ghosted over the numbers of the badge again…he helped her father find peace.

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“Ignot…”

Billie said his name in a softer voice as not to wake those already sleeping. She had waited patiently for him to come out of Trista’s room. The doctor was silently proud of Ignot for trying to reach out to the sick girl…she hoped that somehow they could both help one another with their respective emotion disconnects.

She tensed as Trista’s door closed, knowing that as soon as Ignot turned his red-tinted gaze on her he’d know instantly what she wanted to discuss, that she wanted to challenge one of his decisions. But Billie has a stubbornness to her and she, like Alex, didn't fear Ignot as much as those who were not accustom to him.
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