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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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_{[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.

_{[At the offer, Adam stares at the crackers for a moment. Stockpiling his room with supplies for Armageddon hadn't crossed his mind, and here he is without a handy dandy survival pack of his own.]}

You should... keep it. I mean, it's yours, you found it. You might need it later.

_{[Take, take, take. In a way, that's all he's ever done, and even now something in him cares more about breaking that habit than taking advantage of someone else's generosity to survive. His mother had died because he'd been her son, because he'd needed protecting. He'd made the same mistakes with Sam and Dean. He'd needed protecting then, too. His own helplessness had screwed everything up.

Bela putting herself out there for him stirs that guilt, whipping it up into a froth.]}

Let's go for now. It'll be safer in the bag, anyway.

_{[With that, he turns to scan the trees ahead of them.]}

I have more, Adam.

[Like it or not, Bela had become responsible for him. At least for today. She had helped Adam before and back then, Bela didn't think she would be doing it a second time. There was still quite a lot that she didn't know about him, and maybe she never would, but like most people, he had a story.]

But all right. We'll get going and eat whenever we find somewhere safe.

[Going along with his plan for now as she begins to head in the direction of the prison.]

You say that like you trust me not to go bananas on you.

_{[She has the gun, it's true, but she'd also seemed to believe him when he'd said he'd been to Hell. If Adam could see himself, he probably wouldn't trust himself, not so far as to keep calm in a panic situation, or to share well in a time when it's everyone for themselves. If she sees something in him worth having faith in, he can't tell what it is, other than as someone to play the bait just as he'd joked.

When she puts a cork in the subject, he does, too. No matter what, he's with someone. An hour ago, he couldn't have said that.]}

Do you know what the gates are like? If they're closed, maybe we could climb back inside.

[Bela refuses to answer that first part, knowing that if he did go bananas on her, she would do something to quickly resolve it..like knock him out. But she just had to hope that he would keep it together long enough for them to survive and not get torn apart by the undead. It was partly Bela's responsibility to keep his head together as well as her own.

Fun times.]

I think the gates were high. Likely closed, if people want to keep those things out. [She shivers, unable to fully keep out the chill. Why couldn't the weather go back to the summer. Hell, she'd even accept the Autumn right about now.]

You could always give me a boost if I need it.

_{[He's thinking about the possibility of Daryl having set up more camps out here, given how fond the guy seems to be of running around amongst the zombies, when Bela jokes. That is a joke, right? He turns away from the path ahead to look at her.]}

The weight's been flying off me since I got here--

_{[Thanks to the "post-Hell, can't sleep, can't eat, stewing in your own misery" diet.]}

--you could probably give me a boost.

_{[Making jokes when you're about to die isn't so bad.]}

[If he wanted to take it as a joke then he could. Bela was actually being serious with her suggestion; now that she thought about it, it was kind of humourous.]

You know, I probably could. [The tiniest of smiles find its way onto her lips.] When this is over, you should treat yourself to something unhealthy. Like burger and fries or whatever you Americans like.

[In other words, fatten yourself up a little, Adam. The skeletal look doesn't suit you.]

_{[There it is again, the assumption that anyone of them are going to live through this. If he could digest a meal without a hallucination making him want to throw it back up, maybe he could go for a burger and a shake.

Like the good days that don't exist anymore.]}

Maybe. We can dream, can't we?

_{[With night closing in, he resists a shiver and takes one last look around before ushering her along.]}

Come on, better survive first before we start making plans.

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