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Day 84
On September 17th, of 2012, the world ended. At least, it had for most people. It had all happened so fast, and so suddenly. Everybody had heard the rumors of the dead rising. Everybody had seen the videos that the media deemed 'fake', but when the day finally came? Nobody was prepared. The dead struck, and not a single person could do a thing about it. It wasn't even a day before most major cities fell. The Military moved in to the cities, but never came back out, so they instead set up outposts in neighborhoods, and small towns, setting up a defense for the armies of the undead.
But even that wasn't enough. Not even a month after the titled 'Day 0', the dead had won. The Military was destroyed. Humanity had fallen, and it was up to those left to keep surviving, and wait out the infection.
It had been hard at first. Still, many people continued to succumb to the 'Walkers', which was what most survivors had labeled them as. There were other titles, like 'Geeks', 'Biters', 'Lurkers', 'Lamebrains', 'Creepers', and so on. As the days turned to months, things didn't seem to get close to changing. Most people left finally began to believe that the military wasn't coming back to save them, especially once winter rolled around.
Now, it had been nearly three months since Day 0. The group knew this because of the calendar Haley had set up. She'd been smart enough to record a calendar, and was even working on one for next year in an attempt to keep them from losing track of time. The calendar was hung up on the right wall in the large empty back of the van the group took refuge in.
Beside the calendar was a list. A list of the people in the group. Some names happened to be crossed out, making it clear that those specific people were no longer with them.
Will
Jadan
Austin
Neil
Freddy
Stevie
Rae
Lance
Haley
Ken
Pack
Franz
Luke
It was listen in the order of who they'd met. The original group had been Will, Jadan, Austin, Neil, and Freddy. Soon after, they'd met Raegan, Lance, and Haley, who'd all been holed up in a storm shelter until the others came along. Once they joined up, at that point, Lance was already sick, but had no walker bites. He died of a fever, and came back. His corpse killed Austin, before being put down by Will. Because of Lance coming back, it was proof to the group that no matter how somebody died, they'd come back, unless the brain was destroyed.
They met Ken and Pack, two goofy brothers, soon after this event. Things went smoothly for a while as the group continued aimlessly down the road in their van, before Ken and Pack turned on the group, revealing themselves as selfish men who cared for nobody but themselves. Freddy attacked and killed Pack, before he himself was killed by Ken.
Ken ran, disappearing in a building. They'd followed, but returned to their van upon hearing his screams as he was torn apart by walkers. Their names were reluctantly put onto the list.
Not too long after, they met Franz, which had only been a few weeks ago. the group had been reluctant at first, but warmed up to Franz. Eventually, they met another man they never learned the name of. He was with the group for almost a full day before succumbing to a walker bite he'd hid from the others. He was killed, and Haley wanted to add him to the list, so he was given the name 'Luke' because nobody knew his real name.
That had been last week. Now, it was December 9th. Christmas was approaching, but nobody exactly felt the Christmas spirit this year, for obvious reasons. This new world was harsh, cruel, and unforgiving. Kind of hard to get over that for the sake of a holiday when you have no more family to share it with.
The back of the van, the floor, was covered in a few sheets and blankets, making it a comfortable resting place. The group took shifts each night for who would get the better night of sleep, who would sleep in the seats up front, and who would take watch on the roof of the van. Last night, it had been Rae and Haley getting the comfort, while Franz, Will, and Jadan slept in the front seats. Neil had been on watch that night, and reported nothing unusual.
They had developed a system to remain fair, first presented by Jadan, who was the somewhat leader of the group, being the oldest member (considering him the wisest and most experienced), while also making many decisions for the whole group, and as pathetic as he seemed when confronted with bad decisions (which were far and few between), the others had to admit he had made some good decisions to keep them alive. He was clearly selfish, as he'd tried to outright call himself the leader once, and been given rights to sleep in comfort every night, but the system had won the vote, and Jadan knew he couldn't argue his case, so accepted it.
The shifting went in the order of the people on the list. Will, Jadan, Neil, Rae, Haley, and Franz. The system was Watch, Comfort, Comfort, Front, Front, Front, then a repeat. This way, nobody was given more comfort time, and nobody had to keep watch more than others. Of course, not everybody could always sleep. Sometimes, whoever was on watch was joined by one person, or even two sometimes. There, they would just talk about whatever they wanted to talk about, whether that be about the world before, how the group was doing, where they were heading, and what the future might hold.
Covered by pillows in the back of the van was some bags and such. A box of fuel tanks and a fuel syphon pump was one of the items back there, alongside Jadan's suitcase, which held his suits. Jadan was clearly the most clean of the group, always cleaning his suits when he could, and making himself look as proper as he could. He was always concerned about himself and his appearance, and still had managed to keep a single speck of blood from falling on his suits. It wouldn't surprise anybody if no dust even managed to land on those suits.
There were also other things. Backpacks full of food and water, empty bags for collecting more, while the few guns and other weapons they had were kept in the front of the van, unless the weapon in particular was being held by their respective owners.
The van was almost always fueled back up when it reached half a tank, but they were beginning to run low on fuel to use, so were constantly keeping their eyes open for gas stations they would come across.
While they were always aware of the date, nobody was entirely sure of their location any more. They knew they were still somewhere in the southern states, but that was about it. They'd been moving for so long already, nobody had bothered to figure out where they were. They just had to keep moving, and maybe, just maybe, they might outrun the apocalypse.
Haley
December 9, 2012
It was early morning. The van rumbled along as it was driven by Rae. There wasn't a designated driver like there was sleeping places, as the driver was just whoever felt the most like driving that day. The group was usually pretty good at getting along. They'd grown closer over the time they'd known each other, and some might say they'd grown into somewhat of a family.
Haley sat in the passenger seat, her head resting against the cold window, watching the world pass them by. The windows were somewhat foggy, but the van's heating still worked, as well as the defrosters, meaning they hadn't had to worry about ice covered windows just yet.
It was currently snowing, making the roads barely noticeable, and obstructing view, forcing Rae to drive more slowly than they normally would be going.
Closing her eyes, Haley let out a sigh, hugging herself tighter as the others talked in the back about whatever it was they were talking about. She wasn't in the mood for chat, though. Last night, she'd had another dream about her father. About the walkers tearing him apart in front of her. No matter what, this always managed to shake her up to the point where she became anti-social, and refused to talk for nearly the whole day. The others had gotten used to this behavior. Everybody had experienced loss, they all just dealt with in one way or another.
Squinting through the frosty window, Haley narrowed her eyes, peering at something through the snowy fog that surrounded them. "Wait, stop." She told Rae, bringing up her hand to wipe a bit of fog from the window. "Gas station." She informed. "Better than nothing."
Day 84
On September 17th, of 2012, the world ended. At least, it had for most people. It had all happened so fast, and so suddenly. Everybody had heard the rumors of the dead rising. Everybody had seen the videos that the media deemed 'fake', but when the day finally came? Nobody was prepared. The dead struck, and not a single person could do a thing about it. It wasn't even a day before most major cities fell. The Military moved in to the cities, but never came back out, so they instead set up outposts in neighborhoods, and small towns, setting up a defense for the armies of the undead.
But even that wasn't enough. Not even a month after the titled 'Day 0', the dead had won. The Military was destroyed. Humanity had fallen, and it was up to those left to keep surviving, and wait out the infection.
It had been hard at first. Still, many people continued to succumb to the 'Walkers', which was what most survivors had labeled them as. There were other titles, like 'Geeks', 'Biters', 'Lurkers', 'Lamebrains', 'Creepers', and so on. As the days turned to months, things didn't seem to get close to changing. Most people left finally began to believe that the military wasn't coming back to save them, especially once winter rolled around.
Now, it had been nearly three months since Day 0. The group knew this because of the calendar Haley had set up. She'd been smart enough to record a calendar, and was even working on one for next year in an attempt to keep them from losing track of time. The calendar was hung up on the right wall in the large empty back of the van the group took refuge in.
Beside the calendar was a list. A list of the people in the group. Some names happened to be crossed out, making it clear that those specific people were no longer with them.
Will
Jadan
Neil
Stevie
Rae
Haley
Pack
Franz
It was listen in the order of who they'd met. The original group had been Will, Jadan, Austin, Neil, and Freddy. Soon after, they'd met Raegan, Lance, and Haley, who'd all been holed up in a storm shelter until the others came along. Once they joined up, at that point, Lance was already sick, but had no walker bites. He died of a fever, and came back. His corpse killed Austin, before being put down by Will. Because of Lance coming back, it was proof to the group that no matter how somebody died, they'd come back, unless the brain was destroyed.
They met Ken and Pack, two goofy brothers, soon after this event. Things went smoothly for a while as the group continued aimlessly down the road in their van, before Ken and Pack turned on the group, revealing themselves as selfish men who cared for nobody but themselves. Freddy attacked and killed Pack, before he himself was killed by Ken.
Ken ran, disappearing in a building. They'd followed, but returned to their van upon hearing his screams as he was torn apart by walkers. Their names were reluctantly put onto the list.
Not too long after, they met Franz, which had only been a few weeks ago. the group had been reluctant at first, but warmed up to Franz. Eventually, they met another man they never learned the name of. He was with the group for almost a full day before succumbing to a walker bite he'd hid from the others. He was killed, and Haley wanted to add him to the list, so he was given the name 'Luke' because nobody knew his real name.
That had been last week. Now, it was December 9th. Christmas was approaching, but nobody exactly felt the Christmas spirit this year, for obvious reasons. This new world was harsh, cruel, and unforgiving. Kind of hard to get over that for the sake of a holiday when you have no more family to share it with.
The back of the van, the floor, was covered in a few sheets and blankets, making it a comfortable resting place. The group took shifts each night for who would get the better night of sleep, who would sleep in the seats up front, and who would take watch on the roof of the van. Last night, it had been Rae and Haley getting the comfort, while Franz, Will, and Jadan slept in the front seats. Neil had been on watch that night, and reported nothing unusual.
They had developed a system to remain fair, first presented by Jadan, who was the somewhat leader of the group, being the oldest member (considering him the wisest and most experienced), while also making many decisions for the whole group, and as pathetic as he seemed when confronted with bad decisions (which were far and few between), the others had to admit he had made some good decisions to keep them alive. He was clearly selfish, as he'd tried to outright call himself the leader once, and been given rights to sleep in comfort every night, but the system had won the vote, and Jadan knew he couldn't argue his case, so accepted it.
The shifting went in the order of the people on the list. Will, Jadan, Neil, Rae, Haley, and Franz. The system was Watch, Comfort, Comfort, Front, Front, Front, then a repeat. This way, nobody was given more comfort time, and nobody had to keep watch more than others. Of course, not everybody could always sleep. Sometimes, whoever was on watch was joined by one person, or even two sometimes. There, they would just talk about whatever they wanted to talk about, whether that be about the world before, how the group was doing, where they were heading, and what the future might hold.
Covered by pillows in the back of the van was some bags and such. A box of fuel tanks and a fuel syphon pump was one of the items back there, alongside Jadan's suitcase, which held his suits. Jadan was clearly the most clean of the group, always cleaning his suits when he could, and making himself look as proper as he could. He was always concerned about himself and his appearance, and still had managed to keep a single speck of blood from falling on his suits. It wouldn't surprise anybody if no dust even managed to land on those suits.
There were also other things. Backpacks full of food and water, empty bags for collecting more, while the few guns and other weapons they had were kept in the front of the van, unless the weapon in particular was being held by their respective owners.
The van was almost always fueled back up when it reached half a tank, but they were beginning to run low on fuel to use, so were constantly keeping their eyes open for gas stations they would come across.
While they were always aware of the date, nobody was entirely sure of their location any more. They knew they were still somewhere in the southern states, but that was about it. They'd been moving for so long already, nobody had bothered to figure out where they were. They just had to keep moving, and maybe, just maybe, they might outrun the apocalypse.
Haley
December 9, 2012
It was early morning. The van rumbled along as it was driven by Rae. There wasn't a designated driver like there was sleeping places, as the driver was just whoever felt the most like driving that day. The group was usually pretty good at getting along. They'd grown closer over the time they'd known each other, and some might say they'd grown into somewhat of a family.
Haley sat in the passenger seat, her head resting against the cold window, watching the world pass them by. The windows were somewhat foggy, but the van's heating still worked, as well as the defrosters, meaning they hadn't had to worry about ice covered windows just yet.
It was currently snowing, making the roads barely noticeable, and obstructing view, forcing Rae to drive more slowly than they normally would be going.
Closing her eyes, Haley let out a sigh, hugging herself tighter as the others talked in the back about whatever it was they were talking about. She wasn't in the mood for chat, though. Last night, she'd had another dream about her father. About the walkers tearing him apart in front of her. No matter what, this always managed to shake her up to the point where she became anti-social, and refused to talk for nearly the whole day. The others had gotten used to this behavior. Everybody had experienced loss, they all just dealt with in one way or another.
Squinting through the frosty window, Haley narrowed her eyes, peering at something through the snowy fog that surrounded them. "Wait, stop." She told Rae, bringing up her hand to wipe a bit of fog from the window. "Gas station." She informed. "Better than nothing."
