Running Away from the Nightmares: Zombie Apocalypse AU

It was gone, and she didn't fully understand what in fact had happened. Just a few short weeks ago, she'd been the same young woman she'd always been. An aristocrat who'd been content to revel within her life of comfort and music. It was gone though.

The creatures had caused such an uproar in her life, a massive panic of city and neighbors that had driven them deep onto the confines of their homes. The monsters had come soon, from the heart of the city, to the manors on the hills. Anneliese had never wanted to leave, terrified to go out and face what she didn't want to believe. It had been the bravery of her neighbor that had uprooted her. He'd rescued when one of them had gotten through her door nearly taking her life.

The pair had traveled a long ways, both with bleeding feet, her dress muddled and his jacket torn. Nomads, that was the best term to describe the odd duo. For those few weeks, they'd traveled north, the Pacific Northwest on mind and idea. They'd run into trouble leaving a town though, a horde attack that'd stolen him from her. One bite.

She was alone now. Blood staining her dress along with dirt and tears. Her feet hurt, eyes glinting with trauma and fear. Her stubbornness kept her moving, each step painful. Anneliese knew she was a mess, and it was still embarrassing. Stumbling through the area, she tapped her fingers on her thigh, feel hunger bite in stomach. "I just, want this to be a dream." She murmured, desperation in the tone of her voice. "Please." Her eyes wandered to the sky.

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Harold had been trudging along for miles, his brown work boots dirtied with mud, acid washed jeans torn at the knee with its fair share of mud was held low on his thin waist by a worn-out leather belt. A white and red plaid western shirt that was a size too large and hung like a drape on his bony shoulders. Brown blotches of dried blood were splattered across his shirt, a streak on his cheek, a splat dried onto the lenses of his thin framed glasses. His view was so smeared he swore there wasn't a difference in his vision than without. He would've stopped to clean the grit off but he felt compelled to keep walking without stop, he didn't want more blood to tell tales of cowardice.

The sun beat down on his light brown hair, strengthening the need to find some shade and water, and he would've gave in and headed back to that pond he passed not long ago but then he saw a figure in the distance ahead of him. He couldn't identify it, be it girl or boy... or one of the monstrosities that had recently made their appearances. He didn't trust getting to close, but was compelled to call out to the figure in hopes that his voice would carry that far. With a hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun he shouted, "Hey!" His throat ached at the call, making him wish he had stopped for water when he could have.

A voice. It was surprising, to say the least. Anneliese hadn't heard something that wasn't a moan, or her neighbor- Richard was his name. And now, he was either torn apart back in that town, Eugene, was it? Or, he was another part of the shuffling mob, slowly taking over. Should she reply? Replying, or ignoring could get her killed, and Anneliese was terrified to die.

She ought to reply, it would be smartest. Maybe, maybe, she could find a friend in the madness. "Yes?" Voice croaking and rough, she twisted her head, staring with wide violet eyes. "Don't wor- I'm not infected." Tripping over herself, Anneliese wrung her dirty hands.

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In a situation like this Raivis found it surprising he was still alive - he was a small, weak, nervous wreck. Sheer dumb luck, and an above average intelligence was about all that kept him going - which he supposed had paid off pretty well considering he was still going and not in a 'going after human flesh' sense. He had a group, fellow students that had banded together when the trouble all started, a rag tag sort who somehow managed to stay afloat for a good while. That while, however, had ended after half of them ended up part of the horde and the other half scattered.

Raivis was part of the scattered bunch and ended up alone. Spend weeks with people only to have them leave you, he should have figured. Then again, the choice two he had ended up almost close with had tried turning him into a tasty snack, so it wasn't too surprising. He felt a little bad that he ended up okay (well as okay as one could be in times like this) and they were now mindless people-eaters, but being bitten himself wouldn't change them back.

He knew it was about time he should leave the town. Supplies were dwindling, the backpack he kept on him getting noticeably lighter, but town hopping on his own worried him. Terrified him, actually. He had no mode of transportation save for his own two feet, and those would only last so long, plus he'd be helpless against more than a couple of those stupid creatures on his own. In his meandering about the edges of town, contemplating the big things like staying and hoping he found some miracle stash of supplies or leaving and probably getting himself killed, he caught sight of two people. Raivis' first instinct was to run, because living people could be as dangerous as the dead, but neither seemed very hostile towards the other from what he observed. Besides, they looked like hell, not that he was one to talk.

With trembling hands he shuffled towards the pair - closer to the woman - wide eyes cautious as he lingered a fair few feet away. "A-are you two okay?" What a stupid thing to ask, no one was really okay these days.

It just had to be the time when Eun-sun decides to take a small vacation around the world by herself. Why did she ignore the small hesitation she had when she bought the plane ticket..? Now, she's by herself in a country she doesn't know the directions, running away from those.. those.. creatures..! Even to think that her escort was infected as soon as they get off the plane! The people she came across all deserted her due to her looks that were unusual, and all she could find as a weapon - for defense - was just a long broom stick she found when she was hiding in a store (which she also took few bottles of water and dried/canned food all stuffed in a book bag she brought for the vacation).

Her bag was heavy and she swore that she hasn't exactly slept for a day or two due to the fear that those monsters would sniff your location and eat you up. She sighs deeply to catch up on a trail she saw as she wandered around, her eyes feeling completely dry with a need of sleep. She continues to walk, observing her location, her ears listening to footsteps not too far from her. Maybe the owner of the footsteps are human..!

She turns her direction, her foot accidentally stepping on a small tree branch, and she freezes. The footsteps she heard quickly gets louder and louder, and Eun-sun starts to run, any direction as long as she's running away from the footsteps and grunts. As she runs, she notices a small pond just barely noticeable from her eye sight, and--

Is her eyes playing tricks? Two- no, three humans! She gathers up her breath and yells "Run!" as loud as she can, hoping that they heard her.

"Run?" Anneliese perked up, voice croaking heavily in her chest as she looked around with dull eyes, purple shadows flooded under her eyes. Groaning softly, she rubbed her temples, very surprised to suddenly see several people besides the original man she'd spotted. A small, nervous fellow, and that woman running and screaming. Screaming?

Anneliese raised her eyebrows, standing up straight.

"Run!" Voice cracking under her accent, she felt her worn boots dig into the ground, sliding as she tried to find purchase. "God, not again!" Eyes tearing, she stared with huge round eyes.

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Hearing the word 'Run' echoed emptily through his mind as panic began to settle. He quickly glanced over his shoulder to see a small girl running and screaming. He couldn't face those things again, not since... Without a moment's concern for any of the other people, he ran. Bolting, he only made a few yards before tripping over his own foot. He fell to the hard ground, his dirty glasses an arm's reach away. He pushed himself onto his hands and knees, a hand reaching up to his face to check for his glasses only to find none there. He panicked even more, hands fumbling in the grass for his thin frames. 'I don't have time for this!' he thought, nearly giving up to continue running when his fingers encircled one of the arms of his glasses.
With a sigh of relief, he slid his glasses back into place before pushing himself to his feet. Glancing back at the others for a moment, he turned to run.

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Well, so much for his question. No one got to answer him after he spoke up, their attention grabbed by the addition to their company. An addition who had a handful of those terrible creatures on he heels. Of course she had to come there and bring those things with her, she couldn't have found some other place no for that would be far too kind. Raivis froze, initially, because of course 'run' would translate to 'stand there like an idiot' for him. Part of him waited for the girl headed towards them to trip and the dead to descend down on her like the ravenous fiends they were, but she wasn't tripping and they were getting close. Not good, really not good.

To his sides he could hear the scrape of shoes against the ground as the other two heeded her advice and took flight. Raivis still couldn't move, partly because he's morbidly fascinated in how one of them is seeming to manage running despite missing one foot entirely. Their perseverance was almost admirable, in a way. No, bad, stupid! Less staring more getting the hell out of dodge. He turned, watched the fleeing forms of the other two, threw a glance at the other girl behind them, and Raivis really wished he was big and strong and could save them all. Or at least tell them he knew the layout of the area.

Instead all he did was book it like the coward he was.

Her vision was starting to get cloudy, as small stream of tear made its way down her cheeks. There was a lump stuck in her throat that was so hard to get rid of, while she desperately tried to think up of an idea to run away or kill those creatures.. but how? How? Her messy hair flew through the air along with her clothes, her hand tightly gripping on the broom stick. Maybe she could-- maybe if she aims for the head like the movies, then.. Then..!

As she saw the three people running, a part of guilt left her while her troublesome action began to remind herself over and over again about the stupid mistake she made. She continues to run, her stamina catching up to her. No..! There should be something to distract them or something..! Why doesn't she have a gun or something? That would be so much better than a stupid broom stick!

Maybe she should try fighting them or something. But how can she, as she was just one person against three? four? creatures running after her. No.. She must not think like that.. Taking a deep breath, she takes a small glance to look around, her eyes trying to adjust to the area and somehow think up of a way to trick them.

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Lovino wondered around the area, his pistol on his hip that he had carried around for quite sometime now. He looked around and frowned. "Where the fuck is everyone?" He asked, sighing and shaking his head before he turned to look the other way, seeing a few people in the distance. "Erm.... Ciao?" He said a bit loudly, trying to get their attention.

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Toris had run. Just ran. He had been alone when it hit, and hordes of the mindless cannibals had hit his neighborhood. All he had was the clothes on his back, the food in his satchel, the ammo in his pockets, and the rifle in his hands.
He had been on the go since it hit Lithuania, and by now he had no idea where he was. He was low on food and ammo, and he was pretty sure he had some sort of illness.
No, he hadn't been bitten or scratched, but he had been vomiting blood for the past week or so. He trudged on, and saw a group of people in the distance. He grinned slightly and quickened his pace towards them.
"S-sveiki! HELLO!" He was so glad to see others, others that were alive and not after his flesh.

"Keep moving!" Screeching to the other's, she let her gaze skirt over to the small boy running out behind her, hoping he didn't have the misfortune of tripping. "Get to shelter- or up a tree!" She had a place where she'd broken down camp, a few tools hidden, a knife for one. Perhaps she could bunker down and defend herself.

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Lovnio looked around, blinking when he saw the group running his way. He frowned and got onto his knee and pulled out his gun, aiming it with one eye closed.

"Stop where you are or i'm a going to shoot!"

He yelled out, not really knowing if they would listen if they were alive or dead. He was very cautious at the moment, having lost track of his brother and now this group of people were running after him. He didn't know them or if they were alive or not. He had already used his gun a bit now but he was down five bullets that left him with seven left and one more clip in his pocket.

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A figure in the woods caught Harold off guard as he continued to run, the voice, the gun, he didn't want that as much as he didn't want those things that trailed on behind the group. He twisted to turn ninety degrees, but as he did his foot slid along the grass. A gasp escaped his mouth as his feet flew out from under him, and before long his knees slammed against the ground, chest, then face with an 'oof' and a crack. He groaned placing both hands either side of his head and lifted him up onto his knees. A pain along the bridge of his nose made him groan again. He raised his hand to his nose, pressing lightly against it. He lowered the hand, staring at it and the blurred blood on it. The cut on his nose seared in the air, filling his head with an ache. He groaned once again, completely forgetting the danger around him as he leaned down onto his hands on all fours, squinting at the ground for his glasses. Pawing blindly he searched the grass, hoping to god that that crack he heard through the thump of his body hitting the ground was just his nose breaking an not his glasses. Hell, he'd live with cracked lenses but would be a danger to himself without those thin frames.

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Toris watched as the group ran from him. He was about to call out, when a certain noise made him turn.
"OH, CRAP!" He broke off in a run, his eyes shut tight as he ran past the group and gun weilding Italian.

He ran as fast as possible, almost like an Italian in retreat, and didn't stop. Even with the threat of a bullet going through him.

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Ella looked around,worry in her eyes.She had been searching for her friend for a long time now,and the zombies made it hard to look.Plus,she was running out of bullets and would need more soon.As she walked she heard noises and dashed to check it out.Her eyes widened at the sight that she saw when she arrived.'Is that him?'she questioned mentally,speeding up to check.If it was her friend,he could very well be in danger of being shot.

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'Runrunrunrunrunrun!!' Was all he thought as he ran onward, looking around at his surrounding. He slowed down and came to a stop. He sighed, 'I guess I freaked again...' He thought. Looking back, he saw someone familiar running up to him.

Could it be? "Ella?" He walked towards her, hope in his eyes. "Ella!" He ran towards her, grinning.

(( My apologies for the length of this post! orz ))

It had happened so suddenly that they simply couldn't have seen it coming.

Several weeks ago, on the seventeenth of August at four-thirty in the afternoon, Tino sat in a brightly lit kitchen. The open windows allowed fresh air to drift into the room, smelling clean and fresh like pinecones and the dying embers of campfire smoke.
The table beneath him granted support for his elbows; and in the palm of his hand he rested his cheek with a whimsical smile on his face, as he fiddled with the knobs on his compact travel radio. The line seemed strangely blurry today - this was odd, as he almost always had an excellent connection. The only channel that could mildly function was the music station; there was a rather sappy song playing, a cover of the ever-classic 'You Are My Sunshine'. Judging from the voice, the singer was a young woman with a slightly British accent that was both endearing and a little bit painful to listen to. Her voice was lilting and slightly wavy, but he assumed that this was due to the faulty connection which hadn't cleared up yet. Thusly he gave a less-than-gentle, impatient thump to the side of the black box - accidentally causing it to shut off altogether. ''Perkele.'' he seethed, pushing the useless gadget away, the gentle smile returning to his face only moments after the incident. ''Ah well, just in time for your dinner. Joo, Hana?'' he crooned, reaching his hand down to pat the tip of the little dog's nose which earned him an affectionate lick in return. A faint crackle of static was the last noise that Tino could recall from that day.
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Several weeks ago, on the eighteenth of August at five-thirty in the morning, a loud banging noise caused Tino to jolt out of his light slumber.
Turning his head quickly towards the source of the sudden noises, he saw flashing lights and heard the sounds of sirens blaring. The alarming noises cut through the air like bullets, reaching the ears of both Tino and his little dog, who seemed intent on contributing to the sounds by emitting sharp barks and bouncing up and down on the floor restlessly. Without even giving it much thought Tino fled downstairs and grabbed the remote control to the television, pressing down on the power button so harshly that it almost popped right off.
It was conveniently pre-tuned to the news station, and it was just as poorly connected as the radio had been yesterday afternoon - only worse so now. The only thing Tino could get out of what was going on were images of people running and screaming, of the same flashing lights and siren noises and gunshots. He'd seen enough.

Dropping the remote, Tino bolted upstairs into his room and flung open his closet. Piercing bright colours of neon blue and red hit and danced over the white walls of the Finn's bedroom, only adding to his worry as he hastily began to pull clothes out of his wardrobe. He quickly changed out of his soft pyjamas and into a loose leather outift, tailored for hiking and long mountain walks and emergencies that required defence. He then rooted around the bottom shelf to retrive his backpack, which contained a few supplies such as rations, blankets, and medical equipment. These were all safety precautions for situations which put him under pressure - fortunately this was the first time Tino had had to put them to use. After tossing his pillow out of the way, Tino snatched up his rifle and fastened it to the leather strap which he then slung over his shoulders.
It didn't take too long to strap Hana down to the back of his motorbike, neither as it did hinder him from zooming out of his driveway and heading as fast as he could towards the city. The main road had been blocked, so he swerved into the backroads and took the path there instead. He could have sworn that he rolled over several human limbs on more than one occassion, but perhaps the stress was merely taking a toll on his vision.

Upon arriving at the opening of the city, the only thing Tino could do was stare with his lips parted and his eyes wide with horror. There before him was a mob of screaming people - half of them were grabbing people by the necks and tearing out their flesh with their teeth, while the other half were running away from the flesh-eaters. As quickly as he'd pulled up, Tino started the engine once again and whirled his bike around, zipping through the crowded streets and swerving into an empty alleyway. He leapt off his bike and dashed into the nearest convenience store, slamming the door shut behind him. There is where he took a moment to breathe out, clutching the counter for support. This mortifying disaster was definetly not what he had expected nor prepared for. Thankfully his gun was loaded and he had plenty of extra bullets in his backpack, but... this simply wasn't going to be enough. This was it. He had to move, away from this home, this city, this country - and fast.

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"Toris?"Ella asked,happy yet worried.After all,she hadn't seen him for a long time."Toris!"she said,louder and more sure of herself,rushing to give him a hug.She spoke rapidly,trying to get all her questions out."Did you get hurt?Where have you been?Do you have any clue what's going on?"She looked around nervously,obvious fear in her eyes.After all,considering everything that had happened to her so far,in her mind there was danger almost everywhere.

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