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Who: Bela Talbot and YOU!
Where: Anywhere and everywhere
When: During the whole of Zombie event.
Rating: R to be on the safe side.
Summary: A catch all for the event with those I planned with and also anyone who wants to jump in! Comment into what day you want and I post a starter if you need me to. Just PM me or drop a private plurk @marymoo :)
Action tags are a-okay as well!

The Story:

One of the things that Bela learned after a few hours was that loud noises seemed to attract the zombies or 'biters' or 'walkers'... whatever Daryl had called them. Therefore, she decided that she would only use her handgun in an emergency. As it happened, she had armed herself with a knife or two and a pipe, perfect for jamming straight into a zombie's brain, disgusting as it was. Didn't really seem to matter when it was her life at stake.

She also gathered whatever food supplies she could and they were meager so Bela had to make them last. Finding fresh water may be a problem. There were a few bottles stored away in the bag she had but how long would that last? Bela wasn't used to this sort of thing and the lack of sleep didn't make anything better. If she looked in a mirror, she'd probably die of shock. Even in the midst of a zombie invasion, Bela was still a little bit vain.

Staying alive was still her number one priority though.

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_{[Bela is doing better than some people who've stumbled through their first few days of zombie survival on sheer dumb luck and the assistance of strangers. Adam has no illusions about his chances; being fresh from a far worse nightmare doesn’t prepare him for getting caught outside in the dimming light. The opposite, in fact.

He stops to rest against a tree, the endless moaning loud in his ears. He feels the inevitable closing in. He's died before--twice, counting what Sam and Michael had done--but that doesn't make him infallible. There isn’t a single thing protecting him from being torn apart by the undead just like the other monsters had, and he feels that reality in every tired, hungry inch of his body.

He might very well die again and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it.]}

[The innate desire to survive was probably helping Bela more than anything else; it was something that had carried her for most of her life and it wasn't going to go away anytime soon. She's smart enough to know that her odds aren't great but Bela would be damned if she let that stop her from trying.

She's trekking through the woods at the moment, looking for higher ground or somewhere safe to hide out until all of this was over. There weren't as many zombies around but Bela was still cautious, knowing that they could just come out of nowhere. What didn't help was that it was freezing cold and the jacket she had on wasn't giving Bela much warmth.

Adam was the last person she expected to come across in the woods. She stops hard in her tracks as she passes someone leaning against a tree, needing to take a second look to check who it was.]

Adam? [She drops her backpack to the ground, crouching down next to him and placing a hand on his forehead.] Figures I'd have to save you again.

_{[The crunch of someone's shoes on the ground is faint, barely noticeable, but Adam's nerves are on high alert. He looks up, expecting to find another dead person bearing down on him. Who is--? No, she moves too quickly to be one of them, just like Cora. She's a real, live person.

Adam straightens a bit at Bela's approach, his breath leaving him in one long, relieved rush. It's not until she's close enough to touch does he realize just how tense he is at the idea of facing one more undead monster. Amazing, how after all this time a person could still be afraid of dying.]}

It's you.

_{[He recognizes her as the woman who'd tried to help him once upon a time. For the most part, she looks like fine, all body parts intact; he interprets her hand on his forehead as a way for her to check the same, if he's infected or on the verge of changing into one of those freaks.]}

I'm not sick.

_{[Yet.

There aren't fresh bandages at the ready anymore, and the worst of the injuries to his arms and midriff he'd given himself fighting his Mirror off are probably infected with something, if not the zombie virus. Or maybe he's well on his way to changing. Who can say? He's certainly no expert.]}

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No bites or scratches?

[Even if he said he wasn't sick, Bela knew that she had to make sure because he could turn at any given moment. Daryl had warned her all about that on the first day and it wasn't something she would easily forget. She lets her hand linger on his forehead, brushing away a few strands of hair as she pulls it back, looking over him.]

You're the first person I've seen around for a while. [A pause.] You look like crap.

[Come to think of it, Bela hadn't really seen him in a good state so maybe this was his default mode. At least he was breathing and responsive and he recognised her. But he couldn't stay here, Bela knew that for certain- they needed to find some kind of shelter.]

_{[In the low light, Adam can see she's not without weapons to defend herself with. She looks prepared to fight. Will she just kill him if he answers with anything less than a confident answer?]}

I don't--I don't think so... _{[He stumbles in his words, nerves in knots. Still, he hasn't lost his sense of humor in these miserable conditions. Her frankness makes him laugh faintly in his throat.]} Then I look as good as I feel. Do I feel like I've got the zombie plague?

_{[The resourcefulness, and in many cases, the kindness of the other people in this place have kept him afloat so far, but who's to say what it takes to end up infected? He'd talked to Daryl, too, and Daryl had mentioned how easy it would be for accidents to happen...

Adam hasn't forgotten that Bela had tried to help pick him up off the floor at one time, either. He still owes her, and now it feels like everything's going down the toilet so quickly. He can't make anything up to anybody if he can't even help himself survive.]}

What are you doing out here?

No, you're not running a temperature. Which is a good sign.

[It's said with a hint of a smile and a sigh of relief. Maybe he'd be lucky and not fall victim to an infection. He's already been through the wringer a few times already so a break would be welcome for him. Bela doesn't want to have to deal with a newly turned zombie either, especially one that wore his face.

His question was to be expected really and she can't resist being somewhat funny with her reply.]

Admiring the view and taking in the sights. [Said as she rummages through her bag to retrieve a bottle of water, holding it out to him.] I'm looking for somewhere safe and hopefully warm. If the zombies don't get me, the weather certainly will.

You're coming with me. Sitting against a tree won't accomplish anything. Chop, chop.

_{[Does he get an award for surviving two whole days? Maybe they both should. Not everyone's made it this far, he knows. Adam still isn't sure just what kind of people had lived in the mansion before, if their lives are worth saving or not, but he is sure that no one deserves to die this way--out here in the elements, fleeing from monsters, being turned into bloody hunks of meat. In his mind, this woman deserved it least of all. She'd been the one to help him even when he'd been even less sure of whether or not he could trust in her presence.

He stares at her a moment, searching for something to say that isn't "how were you stupid enough to get stuck out here like me?" before reluctantly accepting the bottle. She'd said she'd have to save him again. He supposes it's true. He's not Sam or Dean, or some super-powered angel; he's alone and it's getting dark.

If it had been an undead person and not her, he might be dead already.]}

Thanks. _{[For the water, he means. And a hundred other things he can't put into words.]} You're not going to get that far with me around. I have a bad track record with this.

_{[He's thinking of his mother, who's been on his mind a lot since Wonderland had changed. He'd gotten her killed by monsters, and gotten himself locked up in Hell by a different kind of monster.

If he doesn't pull through this time, it's not going to be a surprise.]}

[What she deserves is a hot bath, wine, chocolate and some good sex-preferably in that order. But none of those things were going to happen until the event blew over and things could get back to normal; well, as normal as the mansion was at least.

Adam doesn't deserve to die either. He's been to hell and back and lived to tell the tale. This was another kind of hell with no clear cut end in sight and it was terrifying, probably the scariest thing that Bela has had to face in her life.

And maybe it was stupid of her to be out in the woods when it was almost nightfall but sitting and waiting around to get horribly ravaged by a zombie wasn't on the top of Bela's to do list. He may be human and without powers but he's not completely weak: Adam was a survivor like her. He just needed a little help right now.]

I'm not leaving you here to become one of those thing's next meal so you're coming with me, Adam. Whether you like it or not.

[Her tone is firm and she's giving him a look, holding out her other hand.]

Now, come on. It's going to be dark soon.

What makes you think helping me's a good idea?

_{[He's not in a position to turn away anybody's help, he's really not. The water goes down like a cold, refreshing glass given to a man who's been lost in the desert. His thirst isn't as extreme as when he'd first started to recover from the Cage, but he hadn't exactly planned well for the zombie apocalypse, either--he hasn't found any safe drinking water in a while, let alone food, or shelter that lasts longer than an hour or two.

Here he is, leaning on her again, and he can't deny that he needs to lean on somebody if not her.

But he still asks the question. It comes out before he can stop to think about it. Once he secures the cap again, he puts the water bottle in Bela's hand, leaving her with only a mouthful or two less than what she'd started with.]}

[It would be easier if he just accepted her help and took her hand before she led them to somewhere safer than where they were. But of course he was stubborn (like herself sometimes if Bela was being honest) and he had to question what she was doing.

She eyes the water bottle after he hands it back, setting it down on the ground for the time being before looking back to Adam. Perhaps there was someone better who could help him right now but all he had was Bela and it would have to do.]

Would you rather starve to death? Die of thirst? Maybe even die of hypothermia? Better yet, how about getting eaten alive? Don't ask such a stupid question. Now, come on.

[The longer they stayed out here, the more riskier it could become. Bela had no desire to die again, especially not like this.]

_{[Living in this place is complicated enough without unconditional kindness (or the pretense of) thrown into the mix. He crumbles quickly under the weight of her persistence, though. She's not giving up, and what's more, she's not giving up on getting him moving, which is something he doesn't know what to make of at the moment.

It's fucking sad that he's surprised people want to keep him alive, that's what.]}

I still owe you.

_{[He can't argue any of what's she said, and instead he makes her a promise, steady and somber. Maybe later he can figure out something a little more meaningful to say thank you. Or ask why she's willing to shoulder his crap on top of her own.

Pushing away from the tree, he glances around them for the familiar stumbling figures.]}

Not doing those things is a great plan and everything, but do you have somewhere to go? I haven't been able to get back to the prison.

_{[Too many undead people in the way. Hence getting ready to throw in the towel after all the running it'd taken to get away from them in the first place.]}

[If they were going to die, she would rather them go out fighting rather than giving up so easily. The truth was, Bela couldn't do this on her own, as much as she'd claim she could; Adam was the only person here other than her and despite his condition, she would take his back up.]

Let's not worry about that now.

[They can worry about it when all of this was over, after they had taken enough time to recover from the shit that was thrown their way ever since it began. God only knows how long it would be until the next event came along.

While he gets to his feet, Bela packs up her bag and checks her supplies before slinging it on her back again, checking the area.]

Haven't got that far yet. There's bound to be somewhere though, I'm sure of it. If we move quickly and keep our eyes open, we'll find a place.

[Little miss optimistic over here. She couldn't get back to the prison either which is why Bela had moved in the other direction, looking for a safe haven.]

_{[If the undead had flooded the halls of the mansion a month ago when Adam is pretty sure he was still half out of his mind, Bela wouldn't have been able to count on him to keep a watchful eye out in any sort of capacity.

Ironic that now that he's come to better terms with his place in Wonderland, dead people start trying to kill everyone.

With Bela in the lead, he steps back to let her decide what to do. Adam considers offering to carry something for her, but the suggestion dies in his throat. If chivalry isn't dead already, maybe it should be considering that she seems to have taken care of herself just fine before he came along.]}

In the middle of nowhere?

Try a little positivity for once, Adam. We can do this.

[Carrying him around for another time was on the bottom of her to do list so Bela needed Adam to man up and get it together sooner than later. As capable as she believed herself to be, having someone as back up was necessary when things were this dire.]

Because we need to.

[She emphasizes those last three words in order to bring his attention to them, hoping they'd get through to him and possibly give some inspiration in the process. Maybe they would be lucky enough to come across other people who had found a place to hide away in for the night.]

_{[Adam stops and looks at her like she'd just asked him to solve Fermat's Last Theorem while they were on the run. Positivity is a tall order, a taller one than surviving. Last time he'd checked, acting like an asshole and letting the Devil take the reins could still guarantee a person survived.

Sam set a good example.]}

Sorry.

_{[The sarcasm is clear. He'll try harder the next time monsters pile out of the woodwork.

For once, though, he knows what he's up against and he knows how bad his chances are, foresight he'd lacked in the past. And now there's people around him who are fighting against the same bad odds. That changes things. He can't steel himself against giving up--giving up implies he has something to give up on--but a part of him knows he can push a little harder.

Not because he needs to, but because she's asking him to and if he wants one thing, it's not to die at the hands of a monster again, helpless and feeble. After a beat of silence, he nods. He's a person's last pick for the dodge ball team, but neither of their situations are ideal.]}

Okay, how? Have you... killed any yet?

[Ah, sarcasm. A language that Bela knew all too well. It does manage to get a smirk out of her, even a small one.]

I've taken down a few here and there. The ones that got in my way. [If he looked close enough he would be able to see bloodstains on her clothes-not her own though. Just thinking about it disgusted Bela.]

Have you killed any of them?

[The first time she was killed here, it was Dean who did it, under the influence of an event. Bela hadn't seen him since their conversation on the roof when they came to a truce. It was much better than trying to hurt each other and make things much worse.

Her thoughts drift back to the presence and back to Adam as she looks at him, glad that he was actually listening to her and going to come along for the ride, no matter how difficult it may be. Bela shivers, pulling her jacket tighter around herself and ignores the cold as much as she can.]

_{[In another time and place, Adam wouldn't have thought the woman looked the type, but it's kill or be killed, and if she's killed in order not to be killed, that doesn't speak to anything more than competence. A survivor. He can admire that.

He, on the other hand, hasn't done much surviving to speak of yet, but after being stupid enough to find himself outside, he hasn't exactly been safely snuggled up indoors, either.]}

Not... really. Someone told me what you have to do. And that they're contagious.

_{[He has his own stories smeared on his clothes, but nothing more impressive than giving himself time to bolt for the nearest spot not completely crawling with undead people.]}

I was told the same thing by a man named Daryl. After what he said about his world, I figured the mansion decided it would be fun to manifest those things and well, here we are.

[Hiding away until help came along wasn't exactly a bad idea but the fact that he hadn't really killed any at all made Bela think that Adam was really good at hiding. She'd do what she can to keep them both alive because he had become a friend of sorts.]

Got a few rounds of ammo left but firing a gun only attracts them-it's the sound. Better to kill them quietly. [She gestures to the pipe.]

The quicker we move the better.

_{[Daryl. The guy who'd tried to help him.]}

The guy from Georgia, right?

_{[Yeah, he knows the one. Daryl had been confident, and not just that, strong enough to watch Adam's back as well as his own. In just a day, though, all that residual confidence has drained out of Adam, leaving him feeling hollow and adrift. Putting this woman in danger because he's not capable of doing what needs to be done is something he doesn't want on his shoulders.

He nods slowly]}

He didn't happen to give you a map by chance, did he?

Right.

[Definitely someone to have around in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. It would be handy if Daryl was with them right now but he was probably off rescuing some other residents and being all heroic like. Bit like the Winchesters really. But Bela liked Daryl more.

She's just trying not to let her fear show on the surface as it wouldn't do either of them any good.]

No, he didn't. That would have been useful, considering the circumstances. [~~They are so screwed.~~] But we'll be okay. There has to be somewhere around to hide away in.

_{[The saying the blind leading the blind occurs to him, and it doesn't inspire confidence. He can't see how they're going to get out of this one, and like he'd warned her, he's not the person to ask about surviving monster attacks.]}

Do you have your phone or whatever it is? Is it still working?

_{[Call 9-1-1 in an emergency, right? Adam looks doubtful at his own suggestion.]}

I do. [She replies, fishing around in her pocket to find it and takes it out, pushing at the buttons.] Not so sure this is going to help us though. [Bela sighs.] Bloody piece of crap.

[The sound of groaning catches her attention and Bela turns around to see three zombies shuffle into view, a little away from them. She glances to Adam, whispering.]

Don't move and don't make a sound.

What about--

_{[He's on the verge of saying "what about we call someone," people like Sam and Dean on the forefront of his mind. They're prepared for this and aren't struggling to remember what day it is because of Hell memories, and so are others. Those people have a chance to turn this around, unlike himself.

He's scared. He can't handle the blood, or the rotting, sunken faces. Dealing with monsters puts him right back on the edge of the portal, teetering over the edge of the pit.

With more of the undead closing, he just barely stops himself from reaching out and snagging her sleeve. What's she going to do?]}

[What she isn't going to do is let either of them die. But Bela would be lying if she said she wasn't scared; two days of this and it was getting to her.

The stench attacks her nostrils and she has to suck in a breath to stop herself from gagging. Just move on. If they did, then they wouldn't have to deal with them. Her hand grips her weapon tightly, ready to strike. The zombies still haven't noticed their presence but that could change in a heartbeat.]

I need you to be focused, Adam. If they come this way, I might need your help.

_{[He pauses, not moving, hardly daring to breathe. She's betting her money on the lame horse if she needs him to pull it together in the same way she and Daryl have; he's come close to bottoming out of this survival challenge more than once.

But he nods. What else can he do?]}

Let's go.

_{[The one thing that's kept him ahead of the game is keeping moving.]}

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sorry for the short reply, i'm at work at the moment

Not at all. <3!

<3!!

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four words, ugh

Four words? :O

In a previous tag I wrote 'three' instead of 'four'

DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE.

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