Urband Dead: A Reluctant Hero

[Rukia]

This is going to provide the back story for my character that I hope will be joining the current story line in the next few days.

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The young solider was sleeping restlessly in her bunk. The feeling that something was wrong had plagued her for days now. Her eyes came open as the private entered the barracks.

“Philips,â€Â

[Cynical Cat]

Spacing is your friend. Insert a blank line between each paragraph if you want anyone to bother reading that.

[Rukia]

Spacing is your friend. Insert a blank line between each paragraph if you want anyone to bother reading that.

I Hope that's better!

[Rukia]

Four days later she sat in the infirmary, playing a game of solitaire. A lieutenant came in and walked over to her. She stood, saluted and waited.

“Corporal Philips?â€Â

[Rukia]

The constant ‘whap, whap, whap’ of the helicopter was defining but still wasn’t enough to drown out the almost continuous crashes and screams from the rapidly deteriorating city. Melani closed her eyes and tried to remember the objective.

The briefing had been exactly that, brief. She recalled that the lieutenant had used the same words that Sarge had when he informed her of her family’s death.

Virus. Infection. NecroTech.

She was no more informed than she had been a week ago. All she knew was something fucked up was going down and she had been chosen to deal with it. She sighed and was quickly distracted as a nearby helicopter burst into flames.

The Lieutenant’s cries filled the Choppers walls “Look alive people! We’re dropping NOW! MOVE MOVE MOVE!â€Â

[Rukia]

She managed to live off the street for a month, maybe more with out falter. Being trained to be astutely aware of her surroundings meant she was able to steer clear of many of the zombies. Sure she had her scrapes with the Rotters, but noting more than superficial scrapes and wounds, that fortunately for her were taken care of via various people and First Aid Kits.

She survived off of pillaged food from many markets and vacant apartments. But as of late, the past two months or so food had become scarce, a long with the kindness of strangers. Anymore everything was available for a price, if at all. As her food supply diminished, so did her body mass.

She noticed in the last few weeks that the Zombies had begun to get smarter. Or maybe the humans were getting stupider, who knew? All Melani had to go on was the now primal instinct to survive. Her encounters with the Zeds, as many of her human counter parts were calling them, were becoming more frequent. And it seemed, like everything else, that the FAK’s were getting fewer and further between.

Staying in one place for more than a night or two was not only stupid, but deadly. She had learned that quick, and had stayed on the move for over four months. But now that autumn was slowly closing, and winter moving in, she hoped that she could find somewhere warm to stay for more than just a night. But unfortunately, that concern was toward the bottom of her list. Living being at the top.

She longed for a place where she could get some honest-to-god sleep. She searched the neighborhoods for another month or so before finally stumbling on Fort Creedy. From the outside it looked pretty well enforced and she hoped that she would be welcome.

Melani burst through the barricades of the fort. The young private looked frantic. Her dark blue eyes were electric with fear. A mess of tangled dark red hair fell to her shoulders. The army fatigues she was wearing were ripped and worn. The most damage was around the knees revealing that she had fallen several times. The regulation brown shirt was a bit tight and on inspection, was in fact, tied in a small knot in the back. Just below the she sleeve on her right arm there was a ghastly cut, which seemed to be infected. Breathing heavily, and looking around the room, she spoke to no one in particular, “Please don't kill me!â€Â

[Rukia]

The past few weeks had proved to be just as bleak as the previous. Only now she was forced to stay out in the increasing cold, on one roof or another, three out of four nights.

She had long ago ran out of ammo, another now precious commodity. But as she trolled various houses and shops from night to night she caught wind of what some were calling a ‘fortress’. Delirium gave way to fervent hope as Melani overheard snatches of whispered conversations and snippets of radio transmissions. One thing was constant. Caiger Mall.

Although never given a map, her instincts and limited information told her to head west. She did. Cleverly avoiding the now infamous Downtown Malton. Traveling for at least another week, seeing as how all the days now seemed to bleed into one another, she felt like she was getting close.

One particularly long, cold, snowy night, she rounded a corner only to find a zombie searching through a Dumpster. She froze, hoping that he wouldn’t… The Rotter stopped abruptly and looked her direction. Smell her. She looked quickly for a way to escape. No dice. She slowly backed out of the alley. But this was one of the smart ones and moved very quick, even in the cold. Melani turned to run but slipped on a patch of ice fell and hit her head. She cursed out loud, and struggled to get up. One thought. Live. But she was too late.

The Zed was upon her. She turned over on her back just as the Zombie lurched forward and landed on top of her. She grabbed the zombie’s jaw and forehead and, using her foot, she slammed the corpse to the ground a few feet away from her legs.. That only bought her a few fleeting seconds to get up, but before she could, the thing that used to be human clamped down hard on her left calf. She screamed in pain and ripped her leg away, but in doing so she tore the skin even more, dragging the weight of the zombie a few inches before finally wrenching it free. As she shakily stood, she kicked the Rotter’s face in. She reached up and felt her temple, bringing her hand down she saw the blood she knew would be there. She lifed her shirt and wipped the blood of her head, wincing a bit.

“Fucking Son of a Cunt.â€Â