Welcome to the End.... [OPEN]

[Elijah J. Torrent]

It was remarkable. In only a night, the world had gone from normal to shit, leaving destruction in the plight of the hordes that roamed about, searching for more victims. It was almost as if they were never satisfied, and Eli wondered what they'd do when the food was all gone. Eat each other? Go after small species of animals? Most of which they probably wouldn't be able to catch anyway?

So, it was here he sat, thinking. Wondering. Where was he suppose to go now? He sat on this railroad, hoping the answer might come, but instead there was nothing. He was sure that Canada was in no better shape than America. Even if they were, it wouldn't take long before that bliss ended as well. This infections moved quickly, and without mercy. Simply being outdoors was dangerous, especially if the virus evolved into something airborn.

He watched the horde that had gathered at the bottom of the valley. His nose wrinkled in disgust. They were brainless. The only function their brain had was the need to eat human flesh. The thought made him cringe. It was an impulsive behavior, and Eli didn't quite understand how something like a virus could make people be this way. He sighed. He was alone. How many others had survived? Oh well. Might as well get started on that shelter, just in case.

He stood up, walking along the railroad tracks, hands in his pockets, head looking at the wood. Without proper care, it would soon begin to rot, and the railroad would be no more. That's when it hit him. A railroad station. What humans took refuge at a railroad station? They only time it was ever occupied was when trains from that station were on the move. It was unlikely the infected would go there, at least for a little while. Even when they did, Eli knew that by the time he was ready to stay there, he'd have a group of survivors with him. This was a project he couldn't do on his own anyway. He'd need the extra hands. However, he had a feeling that humans may be feral. After all, he'd seen them stealing from each other, beating each other for more weapons. It was insanity and chaos.

He'd done his best to avoid the masses, just so he wouldn't have to be responsible for the death of another survivor. At the rate and mass the infection had spread, very few had lived through the calamity anyway. He refused to take away the life of a fellow human, just because of their panicked state of mind that caused them to kill for more than what they already had. Greed. A common human foe that seemed to overtake everything else when shit hit the fan. Even before the outbreak of zombies. It was pathetic, really. People were always taking for themselves. Greedy. Stingy. Eli was sure that not once had thieves thought about how homeless people wandered the streets, but hardly ever broke into a house to take from others. Instead, they had to beg for it from the rest of the population that was lucky enough to have a roof over their heads, much less a couple hundreds in their pockets.

Eli scoffed. In his own personal ideology, he felt that this was the punishment. To anyone who had ever been greedy - man, woman and child alike - had suffered brutal deaths. Those who tried to give had ended up alive through the chaos. A miracle at it's best. However, even all the good people of the world didn't quite make it. Eli knew this for sure. Some were too good to hurt anything that had the structure of a human. That or they were raised to believe the world was beautiful because of the 'Holy Father,' only to be slapped in the face by the sudden epidemic, which they had no idea how to react to. Some may have even been too good that they'd never lifted a weapon in their lives. Sad, but true.

Eli knew that the good in people did sometimes overrun everythig else. He knew that some people couldn't harm a fly if their life depended on it, much less face a zombie that was straight from a horror movie of the twenty-first century. Another sigh. Who knew how long it'd be before he found someone else alive. Then again, lady luck had brought him this far, and he was sure she wouldn't let him down now.

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[Dr. Scott McCoy]

During the outbreak: Scott had just barely been able to make it out of the hospital. It had been very chaotic and luckily Scott was able to sneak out. Once he got outside the Hospital doors though, he had no idea what he was going to do. Should he stay and try to get help? Should he get the police involved? Should he just go back to his house and hope everything calms down on its own? He still had no idea what was going on. All he knew was he had been called to go to the hospital and everything had been crazy. Patients had literally been attacking the doctors and nurses. Scott had seen many crazy patients before, but nothing like that.

He decided not to wait around much longer, so he started walking to his car. When he got to his car he was just about unlock it when he thought he heard a noise. It was pitch black outside, all except for the small keychain light Scott had with his keys. He had used it to find his car, but other than that it was pretty useless. Scott looked around but didn't see anybody so he continued to unlock his car and open the door. He was just able to fully open his door when he heard another noise. He turned around to see a woman standing a few feet away from him. He could not see much, but he did see a lot of blood. He was just about to ask if she was alright when she lunged at him. "Ahh!" Scott yelled as he put his hands in front of him to keep the woman away from his face. In the process of protecting himself he dropped his keys along with the flashlight. The two struggled for a few seconds when Scott was finally able to slam her into the car. It didn't seem to do much damage to her, but it did give him enough time to grab his keys from the ground. He then ran as fast as he could away from the woman. He was not much of a fighter so he did not see the point in sticking around.

After the outbreak:
Somehow Scott had managed to survive the night, and many more nights after that. He walked during the day and found shelter at night. He ate whatever he could, which wasn't much. He didn't have much with him, just some clothes he was able to get, including the clothes he was wearing when the crazy people first attacked. He also still had his lab coat with him. He managed to find a backpack and put what little he had into it. Things were not looking so good for him, but so far he had survived.

No living person seemed to have survived, or at least that was what Scott thought as he had not seen another living person in a while. Scott normally did not mind being alone, but he was starting to get pretty lonely with only having crazy people around. Scott continued walking wondering if he would ever see another normal person again. He came across railroad tracks and from the railroad tracks he could see many crazy people in the distance. He shook his head at them as he started to cross the railroad tracks. What he saw then actually made him jump. A person was walking along the railroad tracks just ahead. Scott froze and waiting to see what the person would do. So far Scott had been in contact with the crazy people a couple times and had managed to escape without getting killed. He was not in the mood to flee from another crazy person. Scott pulled out his combat knife, even though he didn't really plan on using it. “Hello?” he asked the person, hoping to get a normal response.

[Elijah J. Torrent]

He wasn't exactly sure where he was heading. All he knew was he was going to follow these tracks until he stumbled upon a station. However, that could miles away, and night would settle upon him soon, and he'd need to find somewhere safe to stay if he wanted to stay alive.

He'd been walking for a while when a voice sounded in the creeping silence. As a reflex, he stiffened, but turned at the voice. When he saw the man, he couldn't stop his eyes from widening. It seemed as if lady luck hadn't forgotten him, just when he thought she'd had. However, he was cautious. He simply stood there. He didn't know what to do or what to say. How did he respond? It seemed as if his social skills had dwindled drastically.

Eli wasn't sure how long he'd stood, staring at the man. He knew that this guy probably thought he was strange at this point, so he decided to speak up. "Hello there." He called, walking back towards the man, and stopping a few feet away to examine him. His hair was brown and short, and his eyes were a bright blue. He was shorter than Elijah by at least three inches. He had an aura about him. Almost as if he knew how to handle people. It made Eli a bit curious, admittedly.

His gaze fell to the blade in the man's hand, and Eli put his palms out, showing he was unarmed and not dangerous to this man. "I'm not infected, I swear." Eli said with a short chuckle. He then outstretched his left hand. "Elijah Torrent. Nice to see another survivor." He said with a genuine smile. It was the kind of smile that touched his eyes and made them wrinkle at the sides. A real smile. Something he hadn't felt on his face for a few weeks now. He looked around before running a hand over his shaved head. The hair was beginning to grow back, and Eli wished he had someway to shave it again. He preferred the 'military look' on himself. It matched his built body.

He looked back at the man. "Are you from around here, friend?" He asked then, wondering how this man had survived. It would be interesting to know his story. Everyone's was different. While Eli hadn't had much contact with any other survivors, he still knew that fact. No one was the same, and therefore, their stories weren't either. The idea made Eli reflect on how he'd survived, and he shuddered at the memory, not wanting to remember it. While it may not have been as bad as others, it still wasn't something he wanted to think about.

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ooc; Sorry. My muse is a bit low tonight. Dx

[Dr. Scott McCoy]

Scott hadn't been sure if the person he saw was one of the crazy people or not. It was hard to tell unless they were really close, and/or attacking him. When Scott had said 'hello', he had hoped the person would respond back. That would mean they were normal. There was silence so Scott had started to turn away, but then the person spoke. In his head Scott was thanking god that he had found a normal person. He was starting to think that he was all alone with the crazy people. The guy started to walk towards Scott, and Scott couldn't help but take a step back. The guy seemed to be a normal person, but Scott still didn't know if he was friendly or not.

The guy stopped a few feet from Scott and he seemed to be examining him. Scott just stared back, still holding his combat knife just in case. Scott knew that if the guy attacked the only thing that would save Scott is his knife if he could use it properly. He really wasn't much of a fighter, and the guy was at least 3 inches taller than Scott, so he was a bit intimidating. There was a pause when the guy had introduced himself and informed Scott that he was not infected. "Oh." Scott finally said. He had been prepared to try and defend himself. He slowly put his knife away then shook Elijah's hand. "It's uh.. Nice to meet you too. I am Doctor Scott McCoy." Scott said.

Scott looked around when Elijah did. The place looked a mess. It definitely looked like there was a bunch of crazy people running around. "No. Well, yeah. I come from Scotland, but moved here not too long ago" Scott said even though it was pretty obvious by his accent that he was from Scotland. "What about you? You from around here?" Scott asked. He hoped that Elijah did. Scott thought maybe he could tag along with Elijah since Scott really had no idea where he was going. He was pretty much trying to stay alive while heading to where he thought his sister might be that is, if she was still alive. Scott had forgotten his cell phone in his car, not that it really mattered as he was sure the battery was dead. So he was not able to get in touch with his sister at all. The only thing he could do is go where she last said she was, and hope that she is still there, and that she was safe.

Scott looked around once more. "Quite a mess, isn't it?" He asked, sighing. He had no idea how something so disastrous could have happened. He wondered what was happening in Scotland. He could not imagine it looking as bad as America with all the crazy people running around. Scott then looked back at Elijah. "Have you seen any other survivors?" Scott asked, hoping that they were not the only ones alive, even though just a few minutes ago Scott was the only one alive, and he had thankfully found Elijah. So there was hope that there were other survivors.

[OOC: It is alright. I am still trying to wake my muse up]

[Elijah J. Torrent]

The man took Eli's hand, introducing himself as Scott before putting away his blade. The tip when dealing with someone who wanted to defend themselves with weapons was to pretend you didn't see it. Act completely normal. It was a way of showing harmlessness. He'd had to perform this maneuver many times with his wacko girlfriends that had decided to go completely psycho on him when he so much as spoke to a high school girlfriend. Even just saying 'hi' was a crime. Talk about insecurities.

Scott spoke again, his Scottish accent heavy as he told Eli where he was from. He then asked Elijah where he was from. If he was from around here or not. "I am, actually. New York." He said, hoping the man knew that he meant New York, New York - since they were obviously in the state. "It's about 393.6 miles from here, but when you travel almost 24/7, it's easy to get from point A to point B quickly." He said, chuckling slightly at his own words before listened to the sounds that surrounded them. The wind was blowing gently, but the scent of rotting flesh came to them and Eli gripped at his stomach. The scent was almost overwhelming, but he held back to bile that was threatening to rise in his stomach.

Scott spoke once more, and Eli had finally re-gained himself since the wind had stopped blowing and the smell has dissipated. "It is. But I'm sure that every other place in the world is just as bad off." He said, looking over Scott's shoulder in the direction he had been heading before he'd turned back. The bridge to Canada. It would have been a pointless walk, if things were no better, that is. If they were, and he never knew, then that would have meant that he had been a waste of his own judgement. Scott spoke again, and Eli looked at him, frowning. This man seemed hopeful for his answer to be positive, though it was quite negative. For a moment, Eli felt like being a smart-ass and responding with "Yeah. You." but decided to keep his mouth under control. "I've seen a few. However, whenever I saw them, they were getting attacked or already bitten, and there was nothing I could do." He said, eyes falling to the ground before looking up at Scott once more. "I'm looking for an old railroad station to use as a safe haven for survivors. I need some extra hands, and you're a doctor. You'd actually benefit the cause greatly. Would you like to tag along?" Eli asked. He was always known for cutting to the chase.

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