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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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[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.]}

[At least Adam was good at listening to instructions; maybe they would make it out of this in one piece. Pass this off as a bad dream when it was over in order to deal with how horrible it was.]

Yes, let's.

[Her hand reaches over to grasp his elbow before she leads them away from the zombies, being as quiet as possible. Bela was relying on Adam to do the same because one tiny noise could draw attention to them.]

_{[After all of this, he can't pretend he has his shit together; maybe he looks like he needs to be guided, to be saved. That's all right by him.

He doesn't want to die. He feels this wish of his acutely, just when he'd been starting to wonder if his soul is still capable of feeling human emotion in the right way it's supposed to. The hand on his arm is a mainstay, reminding him of what's at stake if either of them fail to hold onto their wits. She die, he could die, or both of them could. God, he's had enough of that.

Once he feels it's safe, he looks around them before daring to speak up again.]}

Look, the prison is the only thing I know that's close by. It's our best bet. You know any other doors...?

The prison might be overrun. I know we could just turn and go back, but what if there's a whole hoard of those things on the way there? We'd be screwed.

[There is logic to what he was suggesting, but Bela didn't want to take the risk. Not when they had come this far, not after Daryl told her that more zombies could turn up over the next few days. Two of them against dozens didn't make for good odds.

She's still holding onto his elbow, though not as tightly as before; Bela was grateful to have someone with her despite her reputation as a lone wolf.

Dying wasn't an option, despite being a possibility.]

It'll probably be dark by the time we got there.

We're already screwed.

_{[He doesn't try to hold tight to any sort of bravado; he calls it like he sees it, a plain assessment. His voice doesn't waver. There's being afraid, and then there's having experienced such terror and come out the other side of it that things are somehow clearer and calmer in the aftermath. Adam knows they're stuck, but he also knows they don't have many options.]}

What's left? If they see us out in the open, they're going to chase us no matter what.

_{[And if they're bad during the day, he can just imagine what they get like when darkness really settles in. Last night, he couldn't go anywhere the windows without hearing their constant moaning.]}

[She may have to swallow her pride and listen to someone else other than herself. Perhaps Bela was just being stubborn, believing that it was her way or the highway. Like her, Adam wanted to live as well, and apparently he wanted to keep Bela that way too.]

Fine. [Bela replies after a lengthy pause, her voice calm and even. He's smart. Even she can admit that.] They would come for us regardless of anything.

[Things could go back to normal as soon as possible. Bela hopes and prays for that.]

We'll try it your way, Adam. Let's go.

_{[He hadn't even considered the possibility that they would argue about what best to do. What is the best thing to do? Inwardly, Adam isn't at all sure what that is, which makes the act of them coming to a comprise and following his lead all the more funny, in a dark and ironic way.

He smiles slightly.]}

Then I really hope you're wrong about the prison. You bring the weapons, I'll be the bait?

_{[She probably can't understand the joke, though it, like their situation, isn't the least bit funny in reality.]}

If you've volunteering, I'm not going to stop you.

[It isn't funny at all but she smiles faintly in return in the hope that it might give her the positive boost that she needed to get through this.]

I'm more concerned about food and water supplies. We'd be all right for a while but finding more couldn't hurt.

_[Dryly:]

I'm not.

_{[But she could probably outrun him in his state, anyway. Food and water hasn't ranked high on his to-do list, not for lack of need. He looks behind them, searching for more walkers, before swallowing thickly.]}

Where'd you get what you have?

Around the prison in various rooms. I grabbed what I could, when I could. It's mostly dried food, nothing luxurious.

[Bela sets her backpack down, opens it and takes out crackers that were wrapped in foil, holding it out to him. She's got a few more where those came from but eating them sparingly would keep both of them going for longer.]

Here. You can have this. Like I said, nothing really exciting.

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