YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE...MAYBE TWICE!
The city is near void of life now, infested with the undead who are either dispersing or hunting down what ever survivors have holed up long enough. Outside of the city are a couple of abandoned Rescue Sites, and one military base outside of the city half a mile away, all infested with zombies. A survivor camp quite a bit away has its own area set up. A community of fourteen males, eight females, nine children and two of the elderly. They have resources and have taken control of a farm, having the resources to keep their plants growing. Note: If you so much as look infected they will open fire, but this will only occur at night, as they have scopes for the day to help identify people.
Inside the city safe houses are scattered around by people who either had to much time on their hands, were already prepared for this whole thing or subjected themselves to long amounts of L4D games before making one of their own the moment they heard about the infection. These are stockpiled with basic legal weaponry such as hand guns, hunting shotguns, hunting rifles and a few other things. Food is also stocked, as well as a ham radio in most and a television in all, though other than re-runs of old shows, a few news broadcasting sites, and CDC health hazard warnings that will forever be on replay until someone shuts it off, nothing interesting or helpful is on.
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Dom lead him into the mess hall, grabbing two cheese burgers and some fries on the side, the fast food boy knowing how to make them just right to the golden brown before laying out the sea salt over them. He tanked Mattias and took the food as well as a couple of bottles of Dr. Pepper, going off to an open table with Luc before sitting down with him.
He decided to go with the question before saying anything else, "We call ourselves Stalkers because we hunt our prey with skill and effectiveness. We are the last thing you never see, and we like it that way. You can think of us as paramilitary, you can think of us as raiders, but in truth we are our own society. Our own government, expanded upon several states and securing territories and survivors to our cause. If you want a more lame explanation, its because we enjoy the term and it was used since the group's founding where we would hunt down our targets at the night like a stalker."
He took a bite of his burger, the juices rising from the meat before soaking back into it at the bun. He wasn't one for grease, that's why the juice wasn't grease, but rather it being the content of the meat itself coming out. With a soft sigh he swallowed down the bite and nodded to Luc, "Anyways, what brings you here? My men have been watching you for a couple of days and figured it would lead you here, so generally we are curious about survivors that aren't raiders."
He bursts out laughing. "Of course I can hold a rifle. I was in the military for years. And I'd be glad to help you out with things." He finished off his Dr.Pepper and placed it in the recycleing bin. "I just don't want to be placed with all the grunts, Dom. Would you understand that?" He swirled his touge around his mouth, liking the taste the food had left in his mouth. Way. Better. Then paste. Thinking about that, he reached in his pockets and took out three tubes of the stuff, chucking them and showing Dom one. "Eating that shit for I dont even know how long is the pitts. Anby food would be better then it. He tossed the last one in the trash. Then reached back and thumped the hilt of his sword. "I can keep theese and carry a rifle, if thats alright with you." He nodded once to himself. Not really wanting to part with the swords he had grown so attached to over the time of his freedom. His constant companion.
Lucs eyes shone with greatfulness, and he felt instantly he could trust this man. He nods once, looking down at the rifle and then to Dom, who was walking twords the tents before he spoke to himself. "You where right, sweets, this place seems nice." He grunts and walks foward to stride beside Dom, and look around at the camp while he did so. IT was the most amount of peopole he had seen in a long amount of time. As they reached the area where it was obvious, or at least looked as if, they where going to stay, he felt licky that the Stalkers wert so.. strict. They really didn't look too strict. "Vets?" He nidged Dom a bit. "Like the people who take care of animals?" He gave Dom a lopsided grin as he listened to the music of the gutars and the numerous voices around it. Very lively. They already made as much noise as his other companions had. OF course.. those companions where dead. But both had an intresting story to tell.
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