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Egg: Haha, well, I understand now!

(nods) Good good :3 heh, but im glad you like him!

Egg: I do i do :3 i can't want to start

'ALPHA' 'DELTA' 'MASKS'

Full Name: Alexander Shawn Mahoney

Nick Names: Hates being called Alex, prefers Xander (pronounced like Zander)

Age: 17 and a half

Personality: He's eccentric and strange, not at all a hero; more realistically he would be deemed the nerd in trouble all the time. He prefers to be around objects more than people. He can be socially awkward at times, but whenever he's talking one-on-one with just him and someone else alone, he communicates fine.

Appearance: Approx. 5' 6" tall, very scrawny and nerdy-looking. He has thick black glasses and is practically blind without them. However, behind the glasses are baby blue eyes most would say were gorgeous, even though he gets embarrassed when people comment. He's got short brown hair and a thin facial structure, with high cheekbones and thin, dark eyebrows. Scrawny-looking, long slender fingers and could be called "bony".

He wears a plain grayish-purple T-Shirt and purple/white hoodie, faded blue jeans, plain black converse sneakers and a silver band around his left ring finger. No significance.

Relationship stauts(single,married,etc.): Since he is deemed the 'weird' guy most of the time, he's never exactly had a girlfriend or anyone like that.

Weapons/ablities: He's sort of weak and scrawny, so hand-to-hand combat is a no-no. He carries around a small handgun that he found and fixed up to work, but he often has trouble finding ammunition for it, and it's considerably rusty and he fears it could break apart any moment. He is very smart though, and is good at fixing things.

History: Xander was born into an average home with two older brothers and a younger sister. His older brothers were the "cool" guys at school, and picked on him most of the time. His younger sister was only about 6 years old when the war began, and he blamed himself because he claims he saw something like this coming. He had planned ahead and created a sort of "cure", but it wasn't truly a cure. It simply held off the symptoms from whoever was injected long enough until they found somewhere to hide. He had time to inject himself but it had worn off long ago. By then, though, he had gotten far enough away from those infected, and that's how he found the group.

Extra: N/A

Thanks for waiting for me :3

Spartan! Stop being lazy and start this thanng >;3

(OOC: I just woke up =.= Haha, okay! Let's start when Sam finds the group who are going to be attacked)

Samantha Simms had started her day like anyother day. She got up, eat whatever she had and went out to the store, which of course, meant to bring her trusted handguns and pocket knife. She walked down street cautiously, fingers ready to pull the trigger in case of trouble. Her eyes darted back and forth, searching very detail and movement. Her body was covered by long pants trucked into her big black boots and a long sleeveed shirt trucked insider her pants. She wore gloves on her hands, cutting the tips off so she could shoot better, and wore a gas mask.

Sam pressed her back against the wall, looking around the corner before walking to the store. She grabbed can foods and whatever else was good, including bottled water and supplies. She put them in her bag, swinging it onto her back and looked out the broken window. Cautiously, she walked out again, turning the corner and going back home. She looked around suddenly jumping at the loud gun shot, or gunshots. She slamed herself into the wall, sneaking near the corner she was hearing it from. Her body tensed as she saw bullets pass by, slowly and carefully looking past the corner and seeing four figures being shot at by the people from the town. She sighed, knowing she had to clear the path so she could cross. She took out her hand gun and aimed it at the window, waiting for the moment till



The house was filled with a scream along with a light thump, no more bullets flying. Sam walked cautiously, looking at the house and figures before she kept walking to her home. She didn't want to look like a hero, not to crazy people anyways.

John was breathing heavily, not even allowing himself enough time to think. Thinking led to hesitation and hesitation led to death. John wasn't so sure he wanted to follow the other thousands of people who had died from the gases around them. Holding his machete as steadily as he possibly could, he managed to deflect the bullets that came his way. The other three humans at his side were helping to stand their ground. Luckily, at least they were here. For a while, John had felt so alone. He had been the only one around his entire area.

When he had stumbled across these guys, it was like his safe haven. He didn't have to face things on his own anymore or at least not entirely. Looking to his side, John could have sworn he saw a figure somewhere across in the corner, but he ignored it because, once again, there was not really any time to think. He turned back towards the zombie like people before the group of four and charged at one who was weaponless. Sheathing the machete, he grabbed a recently sharpened knife about the length of half his arm and swiped across. Stopping to catch his breath again, John watched as the zombie's face fell to the floor, leaving the rest of the body in a crumpled heap next to it.

He staggered towards the group again, switching the knife for the machete. He was beginning to slack, thinking the bullets would be deflected easily just as he had been able to defend himself for the past several minutes. In his haste, one of them branded into his ankle. John dropped to his knees in a sickening thud, wincing at the utter shock. "Guys, I need cover!" He said hurriedly, trying to grasp his ankle and deflect bullets at the same time. All the while, he was now attempting to crawl under cover, something of which was not working very well.

Chris hated using his gun, he hated killing, but he also hated being attacked. There he was with the three other guys of his group when all of the sudden they were under attack. He worked hard to analyze the situation and find cover but, unlike John, he didn't have a machete for protection. Instead Chris shot wit great accuracy, making sure none of his bullets were to go to waste. He hesitated slightly then felt a bullet whiz past him, almost grazing his temple. This seemed to wake the man up, for after that he worked even harder, shooting at those zombies and blowing them to peices.

A yelp rang out and Chris looked over to see one of his comrads, John, had been shot. The man cursed and bit his lip then looked back over at the vicious people who were infected. Most of them were either dead or unable to move. He looked at his other comrads, some of which he didn't trust, and lept over to help John. Chris yelled through his gas mask "I'm getting you out of here" And then picked up the large man. Although lighter, Chris was strong. He threw the heavy man over his shoulder and started running, looking around like a wild animal. Chris located an abondoned car and sprinted over to it, he rolled John on his side and panted. Christ looked over his shoulder, waiting for the others to fallow.

The bullets rang out of nowhere, and Xander's first instinct was to run, just like he always had. He ran from the war, from the infection, from his own family... but this time he didn't he had a duty to fulfill now and a new "family", and he felt responsible for every one of them, even though he was probably the weakest link in the team.

He clutched his gas mask against his face, pressing his glasses into his face and jumping nearly out of his skin when a bullet whisked directly past his ear. He whimpered to himself a little bit, but grabbed his small gun out of his beat-up holster and fired a shot aimed at someone chasing after his two "brothers", Chris and John. He grimaced and whimpered as he shot, hitting the enemies perfectly but he hated that he had to hurt other people to save them. Infected or not, they were still people.

He took a few steps to get in front of the two boys, firing at anyone who got too close to them as they ran. A silent, hot tear rolled down his cheek, thinking of his family. His real family. They were infected long ago, and he had to abandon them to save himself. There was no way to help them. But his new family "needed" him, as much as he thought he was just a burden; he was scrawny, clumsy, an awkward as a person gets, but they kept him around for a reason. After his load of five bullets were gone, his legs carried him away from the scene as quickly as possible, taking John halfway off Chris's shoulder to help lighten his load. John was heavy, but he could carry his upper half at least for a little while to escape.

Sam couldn't leave to her home, there was too many "zombies" and people up now. She growled at the fact that the little group might of caused this delay. Shaking her head, she snuck over to the metal trash can and hid. She could see the group ready to escape, this was her chance to lower the population. She pulled out a small match and a can of hairspray, lighting the match and waiting for the mob to come near her. She took a breath, jumping out and spraying the nasty smelling hairspray over the lit match onto the horde. They were engulfed by flames, still walking, but they would become ashes soon.

Sam twisted around and ran, throwing the burnt match on the ground and the hair spray into her bag. She pulled her guns out again, catching up to the group and yelling "Follow me, i'll take you somewhere safe" she told them, of course it was somewhat of a lie. She paused for a second to shoot a zombie, watching it fall over and crawl. She shot it one more time before turning back to the group "Follow the street down here, then take a left, i'll catch up to you when i can, met me at the blue house with the red X on it's door" she told them, rushing over to cover herself from bullets.

Sam had no idea why she was helping them, she should have killed the man who was shot. She shook her thoughts out and looked over to the zombies. She started to look around for the people too. Not too many... she thought, bringing out her gun and shooting a zombie in the knees, it was crawling while it burned alive. It would soon speard more and more, mostly every zombie was now in flames and slowing. Sam stood up to shoot into the windows of another building, stopping some of the rain of bullets. Her body was calm, but her heart was beating quickly, racing with excitement and fear.

Sam decided it was safe now, passing by zombies and quickly shot them before contuining to the house she promised to met the men.

//ooc: Dude, ever think of waiting?! Like seriously :/ could someone please summarize what happened for me?

^ Ooc:// Dude, ever think of reading it all? It's all right there, only like five posts have been made...

ooc: I DID read it all but it's easier than reading each post like 5 times on an iPod to have. Summary

ooc:I'm very sorry Egg. I guess multitasking made me to quic to respond. Basicly, the group is under attack, John is hurt so they are fleeing. Sam coms up and tells them to go to the house wit the red X on it's door while she fights off some zombies.

//ooc: thank you Darling :3

Colby jerked up his head at the sound footsteps, Human foootsteps. Barely havin time to say hello they were surrounded by the zombies, fighting them off. While millions of things were running through his head, one thought stuck like it always had: stay alive. He pulled out his hand gun, and fired shots at them as a girl directed them to a house with a red X on it. In one quick movement, Colby was at the door holding it open for everyone to enter.