◤ 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑫 ◥ ۰۰ ✘

[azhefa.]

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𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯

𝑰𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑫

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blood, chaos, destruction. years of war has ripped countries to pieces, leaving many
very desperate. no one knows who launched the missile, but it doesn't matter now.
many thought the warheads would demolish a few countries, kill millions or even a
few billion lives in the process, but no one was prepared for those lives to reanimate.

it has been five years since the bombs went off and started what everyone calls the
'apocalypse', only a few hundred thousand people are left among the several millions
of undead that prowl the lands. two groups have moved into the same area but there
is only room for one. will this be war? or will they be able to come to a compromise?

[azhefa.]

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𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯

𝑰𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑫

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i. follow site rules ii. forms in the forms thread, discussion in the discord iii.
remove signatures in all posts iv. at least 400 words per post v. reserves last
48 hours, pm me for an extension vi. only 1 high rank per person, but there's
no limit on the lesser ranks vii. please be active if you have a high rank viii.
some ranks have limited spots, so please check before reserving ix. there's
no age limit, but average should be mid-20s x. lgbtq+ friendly, haters can
leave xi. try to keep genders relatively even xii. realistic face claims only,
artwork can be added to discord xi. if you have questions, feel free to ask

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓-𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄
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the large group of survivors that have taken up residence to the west side of prickly pear creek,
which is fed by the missouri river to the north. the west-side compound is quite large with 18
homes and 5 other buildings such as sheds or workshops which have been converted to have
extra beds. they are the largest of the two groups and because of this, they need more food
which can be very difficult to obtain. luckily, there are three gardens and an orchard as well
as several fenced pastures for different livestock such as cattle, sheep, and even poultry.

refer to the forms thread or the discord for more information and rank descriptions.
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𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
grey rhodes, 31, ♂
stargazer3000, pg 5

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍
mercer page, 31, ♂
chevreuil, pg 2

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛
seraphina devereux, 30, ♀
azhefa, pg 1

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕
owen whittaker, 30, ♂
sparrow, pg 4

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𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎
olivia jäger, 25, ♀
`sappho, pg 1

𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎
delaney campbell, age, ♀
dixsyy, pg 4

𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎
alexander garcia, 31, ♂
crono, pg 5

𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

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𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛
shannon vuković, 28, ♀
chevreuil, pg 2

𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛
victor kaiser, 32, ♂
wildsight, pg 2

𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛
name name, age, ♀♂
lykos, pg #

𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛
jamie riveria, 30, ♂
bunny, pg 5

𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

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𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
gabriel alexander, 27, ♂
azhefa, pg 1

𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
dante santo, 29, ♂
wildsight, pg 3

𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
magdalene novak, 19, ♀
sapphic, pg 3

𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
deana stirling, 28, ♀
lukina, pg 5

𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

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the new group of survivors that have taken up residence to the east-side of prickly pear creek,
just to the south and east of the west-side group. their compound is a good bit smaller with 8
homes and 5 other buildings such as sheds or workshops which have been converted to have
extra beds. they are the smaller of the two groups and because of this, they don't need as
much food as the west-side group, but still have their own gardens and livestock pastures.

refer to the forms thread or the discord for more information and rank descriptions.
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𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
daniel moore, 30, ♂
dixsyy, pg 4

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍
cassandra vallas, 26, ♀
`sappho, pg 1

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

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𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎
yves tasse, 27, ♀
chevreuil, pg 2

𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎
francis augstine, 28, ♂
wildsight, pg 3

𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎
name name, age, ♀♂
lykos, pg #

𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎
nikolai moros, 24, ♂
phantom-chain, pg 5

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𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛
kylian de luca, 29, ♂
azhefa, pg 1

𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

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𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
evangelina wilde, 28, ♀
azhefa, pg 1

𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
connor o'brien, 28, ♂
sparrow, pg 4

𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
alexia rivera, 24, ♀
bunny, pg 4

𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
name name, age, ♀♂
username, pg #

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the relationships between members of the groups, both romantic and familial.

please pm me or post in the discord if i have missed any and/or need to update this.
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xx

𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

- ivy is confused about cass
- ivy and kylian flirt
-kylian flirts with everyone

- name and name

xx

𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜

- eva and owen had something
but got separated by undead

- name and name

xx

𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔-𝚞𝚙𝚜

-name and name

- name and name

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𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚙𝚜𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

- eva and father tbd had
ezekiel [npc baby]
- daniel has amelia

- name and name

xx

𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

- mercer and ivy are step

-name and name

xx

𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

- sera and mercer are buddies
- kylian has girl drama

- name and name

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𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚜

- sera has cottonball [pyrenees]
- eva has kali [border collie]
- kylian has roman [cane corso]
- mercer has alby [gsd]
- alex has kovu [mutt]

- name has name

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𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

- sera has cinnamon bun [paint],
daisy & june [mixed]
- eva has ginger [mustang]
& sugar [mustang]
- alex has hunter [aqh]
- jamie has pinocchio [friesian]

-name has name

xx

𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

- eva has geffrey [parrot]

- name has name

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xxxxxxx

date; september 15th, 2025

season; the start of autumn

time of day; ~4-5pm, early evening

x.

safety rating; danger rises as the sun sets

weather report; partly cloudy, no chance of rain

temperature; high of 70℉ [21℃] , low of 45℉ [7℃]

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for the last five years, survivors has tried their best to, well, survive. they've had to fight for their lives
against both the undead as well as the living as other survivors aren't too keen on sharing resources.

the west-side group has been settled for two years while the east-side has only been around for a couple
months. the west-side knows of the other group's presence, but prefers to hold back in hopes they aren't
hostile. a war between groups would only lead to even more hardships and only add to the undead ranks.

within the west-side group, things have been doing fairly well, their gardens have been producing reliably
and their livestock is thriving. the east-side, however, isn't doing as well. their gardens are new and their
livestock numbers are very low if they have any at all. there's whispers among the east-side ranks as to
looting their more productive neighbors secretly in the night and a few have actually snuck over to the
other side of the creek and stole a few bits of food as a test. some have gotten too bold and now missing
items are starting to be noticed by the west-side leaders. they know from the scents left behind that it
is the east side's doing and are now trying to figure out what to do before the rest of the group finds out
and takes matters into their own hands and start the war everyone is wanting to avoid.

[azhefa.]

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𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑨
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sera, doc ● 30 ● female ● west-side ● doctor - trauma specialist ● heterosex/rom ● single

location; main hourse porch
tags; open

as with every other day over the last five years, sera was up with the sun and just as tired as she had been when she laid down to sleep the night before. it seems she's never able to feel completely rested anymore. probably because she's constantly waking up at the slightest sounds. living in an apocalypse makes it quite hard to remain asleep when dead people are trying to turn you into supper.

sera takes a moment to wash herself in creek water that she had scooped from the nearby creek, it had been boiled twice the night before and left too cool over night so she could use it when she woke. once she's dressed, sera lugged the buckets of now dirtied water back to the creek shore and dumps it back into the current. sometimes she'll water the nearby garden with the water, but it was too dirty from her days of filth to be useful so back into the creek it goes.

feeling at least clean, sera heads out of the workshop she has called home for the past two years and heads off to the main house where her medic room was located. she stops to give some of the goats a pet in the fenced yard before continueing on and entering the main house where she proceeds to count, organize, and write notes about her medical supplies. she spends most of the day doing this, taking breaks to have some small meals or helping another group member with some small injuries or sicknesses.

by the time the sun started to sink towards the horizon, sera was even more tired than she had been when she woke up and just wanted to go back to sleep. the doctor sits on the front porch of the main house and tries to rest on the porch swing for a minute.

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gabe ● 27 ● male ● west-side ● domestic - cooking/organizing ● closet gay ● single

location; rear main house [supply room]
tags; mercer [mentioned]
though he had only been with the west-side for a couple months now, gabe felt much safer than he did when he was out on his own. more eyes meant safety these days. then again, more eyes meant more mouths and hungry bellies. being able to produce enough food for so many people was difficult on a good day, but it's almost winter and they need to stock-pile their resources. and that's where gabe comes in.

the man was counting and re-counting all of the supplies the group has gathered over the year and comparing the numbers to what he had counted the day before. many in the group call him obsessive for his constant daily counting, but he takes his job very seriously. besides, if he wasn't so obsessive, he wouldn't have caught the sudden disappearance of some items. every morning and every night, gabe will count the supplies he had obsessively organized in the large back room of the rear main house and will make note of how much they were able to gather throughout the day and how much they have used as well. the group's leader had been rather amused and skeptical of his constant counting, but it has turned out to be very useful in the group's schematics.

during his nightly counts, gabe once again came up short on his projected numbers. the group hadn't used a lot that day and everyone had diligently signed out any and all items they came in to get like he had set up. granted no one was overly thrilled about having to sign out a box of crayons or a single towel, but they have all followed orders, at least they had all claimed to be. something wasn't right and gabe was hesitent to suspect his group of thieft, but there's no other reason for things to go missing like this. he'll have to go find mercer and explain the situation before it gets any worse.

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𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑨 & 𝑬𝒁𝑬𝑲𝑰𝑬𝑳
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eva, sunshine ● 28 ● female ● east-side ● domestic - animal care ● heterosex/panrom ● single mother
zeke ● 2 months ● male ● east-side ● infant ● eva's son

location; animal pens
tags; open
being a single mother in the middle of an apocalypse wasn't the best idea, but it happened. having kids in the apocalypse wasn't at all something she had planned for, but again, it happened. eva still kicks herself and feels ashamed of her childish actions all those months ago even if it has given her the greatest gift she could ever ask for. ezekiel was such a good baby and hardly ever cried which she had prayed and hoped for during her entire pregnancy. having a screaming infant was a death sentence with undead wandering around with sensitive hearing. luckily she and her child have the safety of a group and a place to call home.

in this place she calls home, eva also has a job which she very much enjoys having since it gives her a sense of normality. with her little son strapped to her chest via a soft blanket wrap, eva tends to the animals of the group. she spends the day milking cows, feeding the animals, and checking for pregnancies in the females. there were several cows that were carrying and a few goats, but not many this time around. hopefully they will all carry to term in the spring and not have surprise winter babies which will likely die from the cold.

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𝑲𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑵
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luca, none ● 29 ● male ● east-side ● soldier - scouting ● pansex/rom ● single

location; patrolling
tags; open
[eh, he's on a patrol, tag him if you want to]

[འབྲོག་ཁྱི]

𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑨𝑮𝑬 ─── & Alby ────────────────────────────── 001.

──────────────────────── location; west-side encampment ─ tagging; Gabe ─ mentioned; Ivy, Shannon ────

The ring was simple, a smooth band of gold with a concave running around the middle. Mercer had hoped to get it
engraved with something equally simple and sweet before their wedding day, but he had never gotten the chance.
Mercer exhaled a soundless beat of laughter, but it wasn't as bittersweet as it may have felt a long time ago. He had
not thought much about the time before since the hush that had fallen over the world a few weeks after the bomb
had made it clear that the death of his loved ones had been likelier than their survival, and that his own survival
would have to come first and hope only second. Now he had an entire group of people to watch over, which meant
no foolish quests to search for lost love, but if he was to have no time for living in daydreams of that hope, then
the ring could serve as his tangible hope ─ it wasn't impossible for it to slip through his fingers, but it would still be
easier to grasp than an elusive emotion.
indentindentMercer turned the ring around between his fingers and gave the burnished surface one last fond brush
of his calloused fingertips before slipping it into the inside pocket of his jacket. He adjusted the place of his elbows
against the wooden beam of the fence surrounding the orchard before his arms had a chance to grow numb. A few
workers were wandering among the trees, gathering produce into the baskets propped under their arms to prepare
the camp for the coming winter, which reminded them of its nearing arrival with a chill that nipped a little harder
each day.
indentindentIt wasn't pure chance that had brought the past into Mercer's thoughts, especially when his mind was
often far too preoccupied with some matter or other relating to the running of the camp. It had been news from a
patrol, about the group that had settled on the other side of the creek no more than a few months ago. Mercer's
eyes drifted absentmindedly toward the meandering river that bordered their camp on one side. The newcomers'
existence on its own hadn't been news anymore, but it was the mention of a petite brown-haired girl, who had been
having a conversation so lively that the patrol had heard it all the way from the distance. The patrol had been
debating on the origin of the strange accent she had kept slipping into whenever her voice had risen an octave in
excitement. It had almost startled Mercer with the vividness of the picture it had called to mind.
indentindentThere must have been many people with the remnants of various accents among those who had survived
this long. There must have been even more brown-haired people on the slight side after this many years of scraping
together a living in a land dominated by hoards of the undead. Mercer had never been a prodigy when it came to
math, but the chance that they would have both survived and then ended up on different sides of the same creek
must have been infinitesimal, if not nonexistent. He wasn't allowing himself to fall directly into the belief that it was
Ivy, but he didn't want to entirely dismiss the possibility, either. That brought him back to hope, once again. Maybe
each and every one of them needed their own spark of hope, no matter how ridiculous, to spend another day toiling
to ensure their own survival. He wouldn't rob himself of that, not entirely, and he would never deny himself the
prospect of family. If his sister was out there, he would choose to believe that whatever forces had kept them alive
in the first place would also eventually bring them back to each other.
indentindentBehind the cover of clouds, the sun was gliding back down toward the horizon. Mercer pushed those
hopeful thoughts of reunion from his mind for now and returned it to the track of keeping the camp running. He gave
the workers in the orchard a parting wave and left his post by the fence to walk down the road leading up the camp
and to the guardhouse. He would have to stop by before sunset, because some of the guards on the night-shift had
raised concerns about the way Vuković had greeted their latest seeker of asylum, which had apparently led to blows
from both parties. Mercer could appreciate Shannon's quick trigger-finger when it came to the undead stragglers
at their border fences, but he had never advocated that they antagonize anyone who appeared at their gates seeking
for shelter. Caution was always advisable, but he could remember well how cold and lonely the world had felt without
any place to go home to. Furthermore, unnecessary injuries, injuries that could have been easily avoided, meant
unnecessary waste of the medical supplies that could have gone to the treatment of someone whose life might have
depended on it. Spent supplies meant the need for more supply runs into the city, and more supply runs meant more
risk, more stress and the threat of loss.
indentindentMercer turned onto the dirt road that traveled between the main houses. Alby came running at his heels,
thick coat soaked from where he had gone splashing in the creek and snapping his jaws at the fish and debris that
drifted in the current. His sopping antics reminded Mercer that he would have to bring up expanding their fishing
in the river to help feed their growing population. It wasn't long until the sturdy shepherd had outpaced Mercer to
cut across a strip of grass at the side of the main house and charge toward one of the animal enclosures, where he
proceeded to bark at a few crows that had perched atop the fence to stalk at the cattle's trough. Alby's barking
almost caused Mercer to miss the sounds coming from the supply storage of the rear main house, but as the shepherd
circled back looking awfully proud of himself for having scattered the birds, there came the clear sound of shifting
boxes that slipped between the door that had been left cracked to the cooling autumn air.
indentindentThe hinges complained a little as Mercer pulled the door open wider to allow more light into the storage
room. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the change in light, but he wasn't surprised to see that it was Gabe
moving between the stacked boxes of supplies. Alby pushed his way past Mercer's legs to take a quick sniff at some
of the boxes and Gabe's shoes before disappearing outside again. Gabe hadn't been with them for long, possibly a
few months ─ although months seemed longer in Mercer's mind than they had once upon a time ─ but he had already
shown the effort he was willing to put into maintaining the well-being of the group, and it seemed he would show it
time and again by sparing his energy to count their supplies. Mercer had no doubt that Gabe could single-handedly
improve the group's organization if he was merely given the chance.
indentindentMercer could make out a slight furrow between the man's brows, which didn't strike him as positive
when it came to their supplies ─ the very same supplies that would quickly become crucial as winter sought to settle
in. Mercer had seen a few snows at the creek already, but it seemed that winter would always find a way to drag on,
no matter how much they would prepare for it.
indentin"Everything looking alright?" he greeted, passing his gaze over a few of the boxes in sight. At first glance,
it didn't seem that they would have been running especially low on anything in particular, but he could trust Gabe not
to make an error in his math, and if he was worried, then Mercer would have cause to worry as well.

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[འབྲོག་ཁྱི]

𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑽𝑼𝑲𝑶𝑽𝑰𝑪 ─────────────────────────────── 001.

─────────────────────────────── location; guardhouse > main ─ tagging; Sera, (nurses) ─ mentioned; Mercer

The cot creaked as Shannon dropped her pretense of sleep and rolled around to look at the ceiling of the guardhouse.
The curtains hanging sad and mistreated in front of the window weren't doing the best job at keeping the evening light
outside where it belonged. Something so trivial wouldn't have bothered Shannon, much less anyone else exhausted from
manning the night shift, if it weren't for the throbbing in her hand that had kept her up when she should have been
resting. One of the other cots groaned under the weight of a sleeping soldier, signaling the beginning of a reverberant
snore. Irritable might have been an accurate word to describe Shannon's mood considering the things that were getting
on her nerves at that very moment. Irritability tended to lead to a desire to seek out trouble, but going looking for
people willing to punch her merely so that she would have an excuse to punch back was what had gotten her into this
situation in the first place. One of those cycles, it seemed. No sense in fighting what one couldn't help.
indentindentShannon brought the hand that wasn't throbbing and angrily hot to her face. She touched her index and
middle to the cut running across her lower lip. She had always had a strange proclivity for throwing hooks with her left,
which may have been unusual as she was uninspiringly right-handed. Maybe it granted her the element of surprise, since
someone expecting a blow from the right often put themselves straight on her trajectory. Maybe this time she had put
her weight a little too much behind it. Shannon had thought that it would merely form into a bruise ─ some split skin over
the crests of her knuckles, but it was beginning to feel more like a break. Nonetheless, it could have hardly been as bad
as the mark she had left on that man's face, considering the other night-shifters had had to carry his unconscious body
directly to medical while she had been told to "walk away" and "go cool off".
indentindentShannon had not yet had the chance to learn that man's name, but she had taken to referring to him as
'Beardy' in her head. It had been several uneventful hours into the night shift, the moon high and bright on the midnight
sky, when he had come knocking at the gates. He may have seen the lights, heard stories ─ it didn't matter what brought
people to the camp as long as they didn't attempt to come in guns blazing. The brawl had been a simple misunderstanding
as far as anyone knew, but Shannon may have chosen to misunderstand when he went to reach for something that clearly
wasn't a weapon ─ more likely a peace offering, a gift to show that he would be worth letting in before something hungry
could catch him first. Shannon may have chosen to leave her rifle at the guard post and antagonize him about intending
to approach an unarmed woman with a blade when he should have just fought fair if he was looking for a fight. There
may have been insults exchanged, digs at his honour, outright goading, until Shannon had finally crossed the line that had
gotten him to swing first.
indentindentShannon swung her combat boot-clad feet over the edge of the cot and planted them against the worn floor-
boards. She would go find someone to fix her hand, and she would let them keep her entertained through the whole
process. On her way out of the door, she kicked the toe of her boot against the cot of the snorer, then swung the strap
of her rifle over her shoulder and tugged on it to bring the rifle to her back. A tactical knife jutted out from where it
had been forcefully stuck into the jamb of the front door, and she pulled it out as the door slammed shut. It was the
very same knife that had left the scar on her neck ─ black blade, tawny handle, military issue ─ although the hand that
had wielded it at the time was no longer doing much of anything. The 10th Mountainers had all been almost as arrogant
as herself, but they had all been mere men and women when things had gone wrong in a way that truly mattered, where-
as she had walked out of that military camp without as much as a glance over her shoulder. The swiftest back-stabber
would always come out on top, soldiers or not, it seemed. Shannon toyed with the familiar weight of the blade in her
hand before slipping it into the sheath at her thigh.
indentindentMercer Page was a weak and soft man compared to her past superiors in the military, but Shannon had no
intention of wasting her time listening to him lecture her about how he wasn't happy with what had gone down at the
gates the night before. She opted for the back door of the main house, because even if he happened to be in at that
hour, he would most likely just let it go if she only got to the doctors first. Pity for the wounded or whatever. Entering
through the back door, she passed by the doorway to recovery first. She had had a sneaking suspicion that Beardy
would not have yet graduated from convalescence, but she hadn't expected to come face-to-face with him. The man
glanced at the door absentmindedly, before quickly circling back for a second take at the honey blonde soldier that
had him shivering between the recovery room sheets. He looked at her as if she had come there to finish him off, as
if he hadn't been the one to throw the first punch ─ after Shannon had goaded him to, but those were details, and no
one cared about the details. Shannon merely smirked at him, but once she was out of sight again, the amusement fell
from her face and she rolled her eyes instead. What a coward.
indentindentA glance into the supply room and the impressively sterile surgery brought up no doctors, but as Shannon
wandered through the house, she caught a glimpse of red through the windows facing the front porch. Shannon threw
open the door to find the doctor she had been searching for sitting in the porch swing. She released a dramatic little
sigh of relief as if she hadn't expected to find Sera there, then dropped her weight onto the bench lining the wall.
indent"Red, the most terrible thing has happened ─ that man's face, it broke my hand," she relayed, gesturing
vaguely towards the direction of the recovery room, "I'm going to have to see your medical degree before you
do anything about it though, you have a very untrustworthy face, and I'm just going to have to be cautious
in my already horribly vulnerable state." Shannon hadn't aimed for much sincerity to her words, but by the end of
her sentence, she could no longer keep the self-satisfied sneer out of her voice. She smirked at the red-head.
indent"How about it?"

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Another sleepless night as Alex woke up suddenly in her makeshift bed after having a small nap with her beloved dog next to her who woke aside her. Those deep dark brown eyes looking to her to ask 'what was wrong' she placed her hand on top of his head and ruffle his fur. "Good boy," she told the mutt that looked to her with eyes full of love and devotion just like when she had found him when he was a young pup roaming the streets for scraps of food. From the day she had found him, he was her emotional support dog along with the job of being a hunter for the group. With a stretch, she brought herself up onto her feet and looked around she saw that most of the group was still awake she was unaware of the time nor how much of a nap she had. It appeared the little snooze she had shown she didn't have much of rest. Every little noise made it impossible to sleep along with the two-month-old it didn't help with him crying most nights it wasn't Eva's fault of course it couldn't be helped with the young one being a little under the weather. These harsh conditions that the group was suffering in was taking a toll on everyone, including their health.

She made her way into the main part of the house having a look around to discover who may be about. Behind her, her companion followed by her side. With a glance around she couldn't see the two about, she was certain they would remain close to home. She found herself quite attached to the two due to Eva having a newborn she felt somewhat concerned for the two but also protective. Though Eva was level headed she knew the girl wouldn't stray.

Alex made her way out into the fresh air seeing the sun was setting to the west. It must be no later than five soon to be preparing for supper however how much remained for the group? They seemed to have very slim pickings and found that they were stealing amongst other groups. Alex didn't approve of this but she had chosen to stay out of it, if there was little to eat then she would leave it for the others. She made her way over to what crops they had left. Not much seed to grow amongst their land. Back in the day before this war broke out, she worked alongside her father on their farmlands back in Scotland. The redhead wasn't a fan of working on the ranch but her father needed the support. Now in this pandemic, she was back in the what was fields of growing crops though there wasn't much of a field, nor crops. She was left work with hardly anything but she was determined to feed the group. Alex had to think of Eva and her young one and it was close to winter, there wasn't going to be much farming during those cold months and she unsure whether they'll survive another winter in these conditions.

Taking a basket in her grasp she started to make her way picking what was ready to harvest. She needed to help out with dinner tonight and she tried to find the best of the harvest. Her mutt Kovu named after her favourite Disney character sat at the gate watching out for anyone that may not be familiar to him. "It's slim pickings boy..." She spoke to him as she picked what was ripe. Her basket, not even full she sighed trying to find what else may be salvageable for tonight's dinner.