TWS Fated Mashup 2
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saladloveIdk if this takes place in the same universe as the last one. It probably does.
Still not canon to TWS though.
Edit: realized I should explain what TWS is. TWS is a "The Walking Dead Universe" role play I set up like,,, a year and a half ago. This takes place in that universe. So... A zombie apocalypse.
Two years since the apocalypse had begun. Two years since the world had ended. Two years since the dead rose from the ground, and the alive began to fall. It had officially been two years since everyone Samuel loved had died…
He blames himself for the death of his family, and he continues to blame himself for every other person who dies under his watch.
When the world initially ended, Samuel went to a “safe haven”- at least, that's what it was supposed to be. The city of Dalania was meant to be protected and unharmed, but how quickly it fell. Samuel ran out of their as fast as he could, attempting to rescue as many people as possible, but by the end of the week it was just him and a young boy- he could be no older than 12- Tranpar.
Samuel and Tranpar looked for other camps which were all meant to be safe, but all they ran into was more disappointment, and more death. After three months of traveling around in the wilderness they eventually ran into yet another duo of survivors, two women seeming to be young adults. The women held very impressive firearms- Samuel actually had no idea how they even found those guns, especially since all of the gun stores were raided within hours of the initial onslaught. He learned that their names were “Aldobiva and Vorna”, they had apparently been childhood friends, and now lovers.
The new group of four continued looking for safety, fighting off any form of undead along the way. 8 months after the apocalypse had started, they found a small town with tall makeshift walls made out of various pieces of scrap metal. Very similar to other camps they had seen in the past, and although discouraged, they still had hope.
Samuel approached the walls and called out, only to have a gun being pointed directly at him from a woman perched at the top of the wall. Aldobiva and Vorna immediately took aim at the girl, but Samuel told them to lower their guns.
The woman perched atop the wall came down and spoke with them, and they came to an understanding. Her name was Arra, she and her friends- who she called the “Sandbreakers”- had been living in this town for the past few months.
Samuel and his group were invited in, and told they could stay if they helped pull their weight, which they were all willing to do.
It was two months they lived there, and Samuel had almost decided they could finally stop worrying. That is until one of the citizens on the Sandbreakers- a man who went by Voryn- had gotten sick. They tried to heal him, but eventually the illness won out, and no one was prepared when he had turned into the undead. It was the first time Samuel had seen someone who had not been bit turn.
The creature formally known as Voryn got to others before others got to him, and the infection spread like wildfire. The town of the Sandbreakers quickly got overran from the inside, so all who survived the onslaught had to retreat.
Samuel, Tranpar, Aldobiva and Vorna were back in the wilderness, now being accompanied by Arra and a few other Sandbreakers.
The group continued to travel, scavenging for food, water and ammunition where they could. Eventually they came face to face with another group, the opposing group being a bit smaller than their own.
Samuel attempted to go the diplomatic route once again- much to the dismay of Arra and Aldobiva, who preferred a more aggressive solution. Unfortunately for the group, diplomacy didn't work. One of the opposing group members snatched Tranpar by the arm and pulled him into a hold, pointing a pistol toward Tranpar’s head. They demanded that Samuel gave them all of their group’s guns, ammunition, food, and any other useful supplies they had.
As Samuel was taking off his bag, handing it over to one of the opposing group, a man from the opposing group fired a shot- but the shot was not at Samuel, or anyone from Samuel’s group- it was at another member of the opposing group.
Panic struck, and Vorna took the chance to shoot the man holding Tranpar directly through the head. The man fell lifeless and Tranpar ran behind Samuel. Shots were fired from both sides, until only 1 man from the opposing side remained standing, his hands to the sky as a sort of surrender.
Arra pointed her gun at the man, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes as several of her fellow sandbreakers were shot and killed in the scuffle. The man explained that he was the one who started the encounter, killing the leader of his group as he knew that what was going on was wrong. Arra was about to pull the trigger when the man quickly pulled out his own gun firing a shot.
The bullet soared past Arra’s head and hit one of the walking undead creatures of this world square in the shoulder- it had been right behind Vorna, undetected from the attention being focused on the firefight. Aldobiva turned and shot the creature in its head killing it.
Samuel told Arra to put her gun down, and she reluctantly did. The man quickly explained his name was Tarsen, and that he knew a place where they could all go for the night to escape the undead. The group hesitantly followed.
After a year since the apocalypse began, their group had grown and shrunk, and was now at 6. Samuel, Tranpar, Aldobiva, Vorna, Arra and Tarsen.
Tarsen quickly befriended the group, minus Arra, who had been getting more and more depressed. All of her original group, The Sandbreakers, her friends- no, people she considered her family- were all dead. Arra marched off one night, a pistol with just one bullet in her hand.
She found a secluded forested area, and held the gun up to her head, tears beginning to form at the corner of her eyes once more, the sound of the undead’s groans and moans coming from all around her. She asked for forgiveness, and was about to pull the trigger- when her arm was pulled away from her face.
She looked up and gasped, expecting to see an undead creature lurking above her, ready to sink it's teeth into her skin. To her surprise she saw a tall, muscular woman with bright green eyes looking down at her.
The woman grabbed the gun from Arra’s hand, then pulling her up to her feet. Arra didn't realize it before, but there was also a much smaller girl standing next to her as well, she had white hair, pale skin, and blood red eyes. For a second Arra thought the girl was an undead, but the pupils in her eyes gave away that she was alive.
The muscular woman asked if Arra had anywhere safe they could go, and Arra nodded her head before leading them back to the house that her, Samuel, and the rest of the group had been staying at.
When they arrived Samuel sighed in relief, expecting that Arra had ran off to never return. He asked who the women standing next to her were, and they explained their names were Zekara and Claire- sisters. Zekara went on to say she had seen Area was trying to gather supplies from a nearby store, but was being overrun by undead, and that she had come to her rescue. Later Arra would thank Zekara for not telling them why Arra had actually been out.
Zekara and Claire joined the group soon after, and Arra began spending more time with the sisters. Coincidentally, Arra’s depression went away when she was with them.
The group continued on, almost eighteen months since the apocalypse had broken out, and they were getting low on food. Tarsen and Samuel were in an abandoned town, scavenging for food. As Samuel was meticulously searching through cabinets, and Tarsen was rampaging through a bedroom, they heard a quiet, weak, sound. So quiet it was almost unheard- but it was constant. Tarsen walked towards the noise, readying his gun. The source was coming from a closet, Tarsen thought it sounded like a soft weeping sound.
He swiftly opened up the door to the closer and pointed his gun at the offending object. He just as quickly lowered it, when he noticed the object making the sound was a small boy, thin and weak looking. The boy had his face buried his hands, sobbing quietly. Tarsen knelt down next to him and began to comfort him- by the time Samuel entered the room, the boy was hugging onto Tarsen tightly, crying into the man’s broad-square like-shoulders.
Samuel was wondering what happened to the boy for him to end up here alone. He quickly turned around when he heard the irrefutable sound of an undead. Samuel shot the creature, who was an undead version of what appeared to be a woman with shoulder-length brown hair. As the shot was fired the boy looked up and began bawling his eyes out even more, Tarsen comforting him. Realization set in, that the women Samuel just dealt with, was undoubtedly this boy’s former caretaker- later it would be revealed as was his mother.
Tarsen and Samuel took the boy, and the supplies they had gotten from the town, back to where their group was staying. It took a few days, but Tarsen eventually learned the boy’s name was Tim.
Months passed, the group moved on from place to place, and twenty-three months after the apocalypse had started, almost two years, they had once again approached an apparent safe haven. The entire group was all too familiar with disappointment, and no one believe the place would actually be safe. However they still tried, approaching the safe haven- an elementary school that had been refortified with better gates to keep the undead out.
Samuel made the effort to begin speaking to the two people standing guard, each holding guns visibly. One was a thin girl with blonde hair tied back into a ponytail, and light blue eyes. The other was a younger looking male, also with blonde hair, however his being much shorter and dirtier. The male was also wearing a green t-shirt that had a large black V in the middle of it.
Samuel explained who they were, and they were granted access into the camp without much struggle. He learned the male’s name was Vian, and the female’s name was Katrin. Vian explained how his cousin was the one who led the place, but Katrin said that he didn't. He just made all the decisions, but he didn't want to be the leader- it was normally just throw upon him.
Samuel and the group were brought to a man with brown hair and dark eyes, who was sitting in a comfortable position in-ironically- the former principal's office. The man was introduced as Zel, and he was very welcoming. Informing them that they were all more than welcome to stay, as long as none of them were infected, which none of them were.
Claire complained about how even in the end of the world she couldn't escape going to school, and the group laughed for what seemed like the first time in ages.
A month later, two years since the apocalypse had begun, Samuel was sitting in the room he was assigned, a classroom that had been transformed to have a futon in it for sleeping. He was reflecting over the past two years, reflecting on how he had let so many die, but at the end of his thoughts, he reflected once more.
For all the pain and suffering in what was currently their world, he still found hope. Although he had lost many- he still managed to befriend, and still managed to build bonds he was confident could never be broken. Even in the apocalypse, Samuel was not going to give up. Not going to give up hope, not going to give up friendships, and not going to give up his life. He was a survivor, and those around him were too.
Still not canon to TWS though.
Edit: realized I should explain what TWS is. TWS is a "The Walking Dead Universe" role play I set up like,,, a year and a half ago. This takes place in that universe. So... A zombie apocalypse.
Two years since the apocalypse had begun. Two years since the world had ended. Two years since the dead rose from the ground, and the alive began to fall. It had officially been two years since everyone Samuel loved had died…
He blames himself for the death of his family, and he continues to blame himself for every other person who dies under his watch.
When the world initially ended, Samuel went to a “safe haven”- at least, that's what it was supposed to be. The city of Dalania was meant to be protected and unharmed, but how quickly it fell. Samuel ran out of their as fast as he could, attempting to rescue as many people as possible, but by the end of the week it was just him and a young boy- he could be no older than 12- Tranpar.
Samuel and Tranpar looked for other camps which were all meant to be safe, but all they ran into was more disappointment, and more death. After three months of traveling around in the wilderness they eventually ran into yet another duo of survivors, two women seeming to be young adults. The women held very impressive firearms- Samuel actually had no idea how they even found those guns, especially since all of the gun stores were raided within hours of the initial onslaught. He learned that their names were “Aldobiva and Vorna”, they had apparently been childhood friends, and now lovers.
The new group of four continued looking for safety, fighting off any form of undead along the way. 8 months after the apocalypse had started, they found a small town with tall makeshift walls made out of various pieces of scrap metal. Very similar to other camps they had seen in the past, and although discouraged, they still had hope.
Samuel approached the walls and called out, only to have a gun being pointed directly at him from a woman perched at the top of the wall. Aldobiva and Vorna immediately took aim at the girl, but Samuel told them to lower their guns.
The woman perched atop the wall came down and spoke with them, and they came to an understanding. Her name was Arra, she and her friends- who she called the “Sandbreakers”- had been living in this town for the past few months.
Samuel and his group were invited in, and told they could stay if they helped pull their weight, which they were all willing to do.
It was two months they lived there, and Samuel had almost decided they could finally stop worrying. That is until one of the citizens on the Sandbreakers- a man who went by Voryn- had gotten sick. They tried to heal him, but eventually the illness won out, and no one was prepared when he had turned into the undead. It was the first time Samuel had seen someone who had not been bit turn.
The creature formally known as Voryn got to others before others got to him, and the infection spread like wildfire. The town of the Sandbreakers quickly got overran from the inside, so all who survived the onslaught had to retreat.
Samuel, Tranpar, Aldobiva and Vorna were back in the wilderness, now being accompanied by Arra and a few other Sandbreakers.
The group continued to travel, scavenging for food, water and ammunition where they could. Eventually they came face to face with another group, the opposing group being a bit smaller than their own.
Samuel attempted to go the diplomatic route once again- much to the dismay of Arra and Aldobiva, who preferred a more aggressive solution. Unfortunately for the group, diplomacy didn't work. One of the opposing group members snatched Tranpar by the arm and pulled him into a hold, pointing a pistol toward Tranpar’s head. They demanded that Samuel gave them all of their group’s guns, ammunition, food, and any other useful supplies they had.
As Samuel was taking off his bag, handing it over to one of the opposing group, a man from the opposing group fired a shot- but the shot was not at Samuel, or anyone from Samuel’s group- it was at another member of the opposing group.
Panic struck, and Vorna took the chance to shoot the man holding Tranpar directly through the head. The man fell lifeless and Tranpar ran behind Samuel. Shots were fired from both sides, until only 1 man from the opposing side remained standing, his hands to the sky as a sort of surrender.
Arra pointed her gun at the man, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes as several of her fellow sandbreakers were shot and killed in the scuffle. The man explained that he was the one who started the encounter, killing the leader of his group as he knew that what was going on was wrong. Arra was about to pull the trigger when the man quickly pulled out his own gun firing a shot.
The bullet soared past Arra’s head and hit one of the walking undead creatures of this world square in the shoulder- it had been right behind Vorna, undetected from the attention being focused on the firefight. Aldobiva turned and shot the creature in its head killing it.
Samuel told Arra to put her gun down, and she reluctantly did. The man quickly explained his name was Tarsen, and that he knew a place where they could all go for the night to escape the undead. The group hesitantly followed.
After a year since the apocalypse began, their group had grown and shrunk, and was now at 6. Samuel, Tranpar, Aldobiva, Vorna, Arra and Tarsen.
Tarsen quickly befriended the group, minus Arra, who had been getting more and more depressed. All of her original group, The Sandbreakers, her friends- no, people she considered her family- were all dead. Arra marched off one night, a pistol with just one bullet in her hand.
She found a secluded forested area, and held the gun up to her head, tears beginning to form at the corner of her eyes once more, the sound of the undead’s groans and moans coming from all around her. She asked for forgiveness, and was about to pull the trigger- when her arm was pulled away from her face.
She looked up and gasped, expecting to see an undead creature lurking above her, ready to sink it's teeth into her skin. To her surprise she saw a tall, muscular woman with bright green eyes looking down at her.
The woman grabbed the gun from Arra’s hand, then pulling her up to her feet. Arra didn't realize it before, but there was also a much smaller girl standing next to her as well, she had white hair, pale skin, and blood red eyes. For a second Arra thought the girl was an undead, but the pupils in her eyes gave away that she was alive.
The muscular woman asked if Arra had anywhere safe they could go, and Arra nodded her head before leading them back to the house that her, Samuel, and the rest of the group had been staying at.
When they arrived Samuel sighed in relief, expecting that Arra had ran off to never return. He asked who the women standing next to her were, and they explained their names were Zekara and Claire- sisters. Zekara went on to say she had seen Area was trying to gather supplies from a nearby store, but was being overrun by undead, and that she had come to her rescue. Later Arra would thank Zekara for not telling them why Arra had actually been out.
Zekara and Claire joined the group soon after, and Arra began spending more time with the sisters. Coincidentally, Arra’s depression went away when she was with them.
The group continued on, almost eighteen months since the apocalypse had broken out, and they were getting low on food. Tarsen and Samuel were in an abandoned town, scavenging for food. As Samuel was meticulously searching through cabinets, and Tarsen was rampaging through a bedroom, they heard a quiet, weak, sound. So quiet it was almost unheard- but it was constant. Tarsen walked towards the noise, readying his gun. The source was coming from a closet, Tarsen thought it sounded like a soft weeping sound.
He swiftly opened up the door to the closer and pointed his gun at the offending object. He just as quickly lowered it, when he noticed the object making the sound was a small boy, thin and weak looking. The boy had his face buried his hands, sobbing quietly. Tarsen knelt down next to him and began to comfort him- by the time Samuel entered the room, the boy was hugging onto Tarsen tightly, crying into the man’s broad-square like-shoulders.
Samuel was wondering what happened to the boy for him to end up here alone. He quickly turned around when he heard the irrefutable sound of an undead. Samuel shot the creature, who was an undead version of what appeared to be a woman with shoulder-length brown hair. As the shot was fired the boy looked up and began bawling his eyes out even more, Tarsen comforting him. Realization set in, that the women Samuel just dealt with, was undoubtedly this boy’s former caretaker- later it would be revealed as was his mother.
Tarsen and Samuel took the boy, and the supplies they had gotten from the town, back to where their group was staying. It took a few days, but Tarsen eventually learned the boy’s name was Tim.
Months passed, the group moved on from place to place, and twenty-three months after the apocalypse had started, almost two years, they had once again approached an apparent safe haven. The entire group was all too familiar with disappointment, and no one believe the place would actually be safe. However they still tried, approaching the safe haven- an elementary school that had been refortified with better gates to keep the undead out.
Samuel made the effort to begin speaking to the two people standing guard, each holding guns visibly. One was a thin girl with blonde hair tied back into a ponytail, and light blue eyes. The other was a younger looking male, also with blonde hair, however his being much shorter and dirtier. The male was also wearing a green t-shirt that had a large black V in the middle of it.
Samuel explained who they were, and they were granted access into the camp without much struggle. He learned the male’s name was Vian, and the female’s name was Katrin. Vian explained how his cousin was the one who led the place, but Katrin said that he didn't. He just made all the decisions, but he didn't want to be the leader- it was normally just throw upon him.
Samuel and the group were brought to a man with brown hair and dark eyes, who was sitting in a comfortable position in-ironically- the former principal's office. The man was introduced as Zel, and he was very welcoming. Informing them that they were all more than welcome to stay, as long as none of them were infected, which none of them were.
Claire complained about how even in the end of the world she couldn't escape going to school, and the group laughed for what seemed like the first time in ages.
A month later, two years since the apocalypse had begun, Samuel was sitting in the room he was assigned, a classroom that had been transformed to have a futon in it for sleeping. He was reflecting over the past two years, reflecting on how he had let so many die, but at the end of his thoughts, he reflected once more.
For all the pain and suffering in what was currently their world, he still found hope. Although he had lost many- he still managed to befriend, and still managed to build bonds he was confident could never be broken. Even in the apocalypse, Samuel was not going to give up. Not going to give up hope, not going to give up friendships, and not going to give up his life. He was a survivor, and those around him were too.
