Unable to stay cramped in that hotel with thirty other people, Finn soon found himself on the streets outside, sitting atop of the wall the other survivors had built. His feet dangled just outside of the wall—vulnerable—but even then he still felt far safer than he had since the outbreak hit. It was strange, feeling this safe outside. He was just a few feet away from death, after all. He could see the dead walking not too far from him, luckily none of the walking corpses noticed him sitting on top of the debris. The young man had never been able to observe them as closely as he could now, and it certainly didn't help him become any less terrified of them. Seeing them lurking like that, stumbling around the abandoned streets—it was almost more terrifying than seeing them attack. As he continued to watch the corpses, he began to notice smaller details about each one. Some of them had broken limbs, one of their legs would simply drag behind the other, broken arms dangling on their sides. From where he sat, he could almost see their skin decomposing—and he could certainly smell it.  What was most upsetting about watching the infected so closely was seeing their clothing. Some were dressed in suits, others wore casual clothing, and he even saw a few of them wearing hospital scrubs. All those corpses, no more than three weeks ago, were just normal human beings just like Finn. Not too long ago they were just going about their regular day, going to work, to school, and then their lives suddenly ended. Only to be brought back as mindless, flesh eating monsters.  And then it hit him. His younger sister had been the same way. That day she had gone to school, just like every other day. Things were perfectly normal. But she never made it back. Finn didn't know exactly how she turned—he didn't know if she was bit or if she turned for no reason like his father had. All Finn knew was that she did turn, and Sebastian had to kill the monster that had taken over the little girl. Ever since Finn was rescued from the school and brought back to this 'colony' the other survivors had created, he tried his best not to think about what happened to his sister. Every day he tried not to let his mind fall into those dark thoughts—but every day, he failed.  As the images of his younger sister poured into his mind, he grasped onto the Wonder Woman ribbon he carried everywhere with him. He could almost see her innocent face, smiling and laughing, pretending to be Finn's Wonder Woman and "flying" around his basement. Now, Finn even missed the moments when she unplugged his computer while he played World of Warcraft just so he would play with her. Her smiling, innocent face, however, suddenly turned into this horrendous monster—charging at Finn just like his father had done, trying to kill him, to eat him.  The image of his younger sister as one of those walkers made the young man lose his balance on the wall, nearly falling back onto the streets behind him. Grabbing onto the debris as quickly as he could to stop himself from falling, his feet hit the wall beneath them, and the sound echoed throughout the empty streets. Almost immediately, the lurking walkers outside turned their attention to him and began to walk towards the wall. Pulling his legs up on top of it to make sure they were out of reach, Finn simply stared down at the corpses now attempting to reach for him. He was glad the wall was about ten feet high, or he would have been done for.  Finn was scared, yes, but the sight of five walkers reaching up for him was far less terrifying than the image of his younger sister being one of them. Still holding the ribbon tightly in his hands, he continued to stare down at them as they groaned and bumped against each other, like feral savages attempting to reach their pray.  "Fuck you." said Finn, his voice cold. As if they could even register what he was saying. 

It had been nearly two, or maybe three weeks since the world went to shit. Finn had found himself trapped in his little sister's school, with his sister's teacher. That definitely was not the place he thought he would be when the zombie apocalypse hit. He always knew something like this would happen eventually, but he also thought he would be in his basement, with endless supplies of his favorite snacks, wifi, his computer, comics, movies and some swords for protection. He would go out into the world with his sword and shield at hand only to travel to his friends' houses for weekly WoW night, and they wouldn't be bothered by annoying parents or having to go to work. That would've been heaven for a geek like himself, wouldn't it? But no, there was no heaven on Earth anymore, it was all hell. And hell was worse than he ever thought. It was even worse than Hellfire Peninsula in Outlands. He always hated Outlands, but right now he would give just about anything to be able to play again, even if it means he would be stuck in Outlands forever. First thing he would give away would be the goddamn idiot that killed his sister. No, Sebastian wasn't an idiot. He did what he had to do, and Finn couldn't even imagine what it must have been like to have twenty children die right in front of him, only to turn and charge at him like bloodthirsty creatures. But even if Finn understood why Sebastian had to kill his younger sister, the pain of losing the only real family he had was far too great. The wounds were still fresh, and everything around the classroom reminded the young man of his younger sister.  Finn had buried his sister in the school's playground days ago, but he kept the ribbon she had been wearing that day. A ribbon that he bought her. It was a Wonder Woman ribbon, he had always told his little sister that she would become Wonder Woman when she grew up, and she had treasured that ribbon ever since.  He was sitting on the desk that belonged to his younger sister, Sebastian had told him, simply staring down at the string of fabric. It had become a sort of daily routine, just sitting there, thinking of his sister and everything she would never get to do. She would never get a chance to become Wonder Woman, although she had always been Wonder Woman to Finn. Or rather, Wonder Girl.  Finn could see the sun rising, but he had completely lost track of what day of the week it was, they were all running together by now. He could see Sebastian on the other side of the room, and Nadia and Sonia were probably sleeping in the other classroom they had taken over. Everything was dead silent, except for the occasional groaning from the dead outside. Those noises didn't even bother Finn anymore, he had become far too numb about everything to even pay attention.  His thoughts were interrupted, however, when an unusual noise came from the entrance of the school. He could hear the front door creaking open, and the chains they used to lock it falling onto the floor. The young man immediately jumped up on his seat and looked back at Sebastian, both fear and shock in his eyes.  "Did you hear that?" he asked in a hushed tone. Pushing himself up off the chair and walking toward the door of the classroom, he looked back at Sebastian. "We made sure the dead can't get in here, right? They can't open doors, right?"  Shortly after he heard the doors open, the sound of footsteps followed. They were unlike the footsteps of the walking dead, though, they were more.. stable. It wasn't the sound of feet dragging and shuffling around, they were the footsteps you would have heard everywhere three weeks ago before the dead was walking everywhere. Were there other survivors? After weeks of no signs of other living humans, Finn was beginning to think the four of them were the only humans left in New York.  Slowly opening the door leading to their classroom, Finn peeked his head out and looked down the empty hallway. He held a kitchen knife in his hand, prepared to stab any walkers that might have found their way into their safe shelter. He hoped police or military soldiers were coming to rescue them, but he knew nothing like that would happen. In a situation like the one the United States was experiencing, the government would be the first thing to go. Finn was fully aware there would be no search parties looking for survivors. Whoever was coming into their shelters, let it be living or dead, could only be something wanting to hurt them, not help. 

[Then again, Angelique rarely found herself in the mood to be around anyone. It wasn't much of a change of pace. What made the present different was that she wasn't even in the mood to pretend that she wanted to be around other people. The headache was something akin to having a large drill driven constantly through her temple, and was only getting worse. Maybe it was a migrane-- it was quite possible, from how little sleep she was getting, and how much stress she was putting on herself. She found it to be the height of irony, that in the moment she needed it most, her medical knowledge had nothing to offer.]