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it would be easy to imagine that most, if not the entirety, of the county had already been pretty much picked over, given the time that had passed. which would require traveling much longer distances and, consequently, facing an increased level of danger, too. and as of right now, miles was not yet ready to move on from ventura county. having recently found a map in a tourist shop, miles had started marking down certain locations, streets, and buildings he had already checked. more than half of the county was still left unexplored, which was the direction miles was now heading in, along with his companion. ❝ we should get there soon enough if we keep up the pace. ❞ he pointed out after taking a glance over the map and the unexplored streets they were trying to reach, choosing one of the hiking trails in hopes of avoiding most of the infected. ❝ how are you holding up? ❞ miles stared ahead, allowing the question to dissipate into the thin air, should daena not wish to answer it.
🛠 » STATUS … CLOSED
🛠 » LOCATION … THE MARINA (RESTAURANT)
🛠 » SURVIVOR(S) … SEBASTIAN BARNETT [ @b1dsp1atter ]
having personally searched the streets connected to the main supply route between the protected communities, miles decided to scavenge farther from his current shelter. the trip came with its risks, of course. however, sooner or later, he would be forced to move. he left the house he was staying in before afternoon, hoping to make it back while there was still daylight in case anything went wrong. and, as most eventually learned, plans rarely went as expected. it took a little longer to reach the marina than miles had originally planned. the route there wasn't one of the safest, forcing him to take a couple of detours along the way. once he arrived, one of the first buildings miles went for was an abandoned restaurant by the marina. two months into the apocalypse had rendered most places already looted, but if one knew where to look, supplies could still be found tucked away in places most wouldn't think to search. it was getting late, which meant miles would have to wait the night out somewhere nearby. after thoroughly checking the restaurant, he found little more than a single pack of crackers. it would have to do. he quietly slipped through the back door just as an infected stumbled through the front. pressing his back against the wall, miles paused for a long moment, waiting for the infected to occupy itself before he could move. he held his breath, listening intently for any sounds coming from inside the restaurant. however, he picked up on something else entirely.
tilting his head as he scanned the surroundings, miles spotted another figure nearby, his brows furrowing for a moment. truly a small world. or perhaps the other was following him. either way, neither of them had any business being outside at this hour. ❝ it's empty. ❞ miles mouthed to sebastian, nodding toward the building behind him. although not inherently friendly toward strangers, there was no reason for anyone to put their life in danger when miles could help it.
✟ » STATUS … CLOSED
✟ » LOCATION … SAINT MARLOWE (HALLWAY, SECOND FLOOR)
✟ » SURVIVOR(S) … NATHAN SHAW [ @solar-salutations ]
the pacing within the hospital differed based on the day and circumstances. some days were eerily still and quiet, with an unease indicating the time inside the shelter had stopped altogether. if not for occasional supply runs or breaks spent in the parking lot under the sun, time within the rather gloomy medical center would weigh much heavier on already oppressed survivors. the two things drew found helpful in such situations were the company of another and keeping themselves busy as much as they could. today just happened to be one of the more hectic days at the center for them. between assisting other survivors with stocking supplies, checking in on a few injured, and keeping up with updates on the whiteboard, drew was constantly moving through the same hallways, passing familiar faces all the time. well, at least those who were also on the move. now, on their perhaps eighth walk through one of the main hallways on the second floor, drew spotted a face they hadn't seen for a couple of days, which was a rare situation for them to find themselves in.
❝ hey, where have you run off to? ❞ they called out to nathan, catching up to him as both of them seemed to be heading in the same direction. ❝ long time no see. ❞ drew chuckled, finding it amusing that, given that they were under the same roof, they had somehow still managed not to run into one another in the past forty-eight hours. ❝ i think i lost my flashlight somewhere, mind helping me look? ❞ they asked while scanning the floor and the surfaces of crates and boxes placed along the hallway. drew would find it eventually, but having a friendly face to accompany them was just too good an opportunity to pass up.
✟ » STATUS … CLOSED
✟ » LOCATION … SAINT MARLOWE (THE GROUND FLOOR)
✟ » SURVIVOR(S) … NICOLAS BARRA [ @deathvotion ]
the notion of personal space came naturally for most. the ability to understand and respect one's breathing room. it's a given. or so drew thought at first. personal space did not exist at saint marlowe. if one managed to find a quiet spot somehow, it was certainly short-lived. it's not that having someone nearby wasn't appreciated. it was crucial for everybody's survival. possessing numbers. the more the merrier, as they say. however, everything had its price. and the price in this situation was one's sanity, or what's left of it by now. the culprit? some would say there is no one to blame. just... unfortunate circumstances. well, in this very moment, drew found themselves in a very regrettable position. today's assignment was to reinforce the ground floor's windows with what was left of the furniture. precisely drew's course of action for the past five or so hours, and somehow, fate seemed intent on playing tricks on them. ❝ you must be joking. ❞ drew muttered under their breath the second their eyes landed on a painfully familiar figure at the end of the hall.
❝ last i checked, you were assigned cleaning duty. upstairs. ❞ they called out to nicolas before stepping closer to a desk to grab another wooden plank, positioning it across the window and nailing it into the window's frame with a hammer. ❝ don't [ … ] say anything. i'm really not in the mood today for another talk. ❞ it was already a long day, and the last thing they wanted was for him to share yet another of the many 'harsh truths' of the world.
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✟ » STATUS … CLOSED
✟ » LOCATION … SAINT MARLOWE (THE ADMINISTRATIVE OFFICE)
✟ » SURVIVOR(S) … VIOLET BARRON [ @lastdcys ]
it's not often saint marlowe receives supplies either from cedar grove or supply runs, so each time a new shipment arrives, it lifts the community's spirit. thus, seeing a few boxes of recently arrived goods in the administrative office, which posed as a storage room, brought a temporary sense of relief to drew. the community will make it a little further, and in times like these, that's all that mattered, really — surviving till the next day. ❝ there's always something that needs to be done, it didn't even occur to me to track time between shipments, ❞ drew shared while reaching for the next item in the closest supply box. ❝ this time, though [ … ] ❞ a slow exhale followed as drew shook their head, a faint, uneasy smile crossing their features. ❝ it had me counting days. ❞ it was a reminder that no matter how comfortable and safe one would become in a fixed place, there was no guarantee of it continuing much longer. always one step away from a type of failure no one would come back from. ❝ this goes on your shelf. ❞ drew quickly added, handing violet a box of medication.
🛠 » STATUS … CLOSED (4/4)
🛠 » LOCATION … APARTMENT BUILDING ROOFTOP OVERLOOKING THE SUPPLY ROUTE BETWEN PROTECTED COMMUNITIES
there was no knowing the precise schedule for military patrols nor supply convoys passing through. miles had spent a couple of weeks observing them from afar, tracking the movements of guards protecting the lives of those stationed somewhere nearby. there were rumors, guesses, of the protected locations, but they differed from person to person, which could either mean that no one knew where the communities were located or that someone was indeed correct, but there was no way of knowing which whisper was correct without risking putting oneself in danger. every step was risky now, every decision could be your last. with that in mind, miles was more than fine to observe some more until he gained enough intel to decide on the next step in his plan.
relying on silence and keeping a low profile, miles preferred to observe from a distance or from a certain height that would buy him some time to escape in case something unexpected were to take place. right before sunset, miles swiftly entered an abandoned apartment building, climbing all the way to the rooftop for a better view of the surrounding streets. it had become some sort of a habit of his by now. scavenge for supplies, secure a spot for the night, and climb somewhere high to observe. this evening happened to be one of note. miles marked down the approximate time and location in his notebook before resuming his surveillance.
this time, it was only a couple of military convoys. most likely transferring supplies. given the inconsistent schedule, there had to be a reason behind such timing. running low on supplies, perhaps? miles' train of thought was interrupted by the sound of something or someone climbing up the ladder, causing him to reach for the knife attached to his right thigh. he quietly positioned himself facing the spot where the intruder would soon reveal themselves. miles held his breath for a long moment until he spotted another survivor climb up. he had seen them around before, but that was not enough for him to remove his hand from the knife. ❝ this rooftop is occupied. ❞ miles stated without raising his voice, fingers slowly wrapping around the hilt of his knife, eyes fixed on the stranger.
✟ » STATUS … CLOSED (4/4)
✟ » LOCATION … SAINT MARLOWE (THE OUTPATIENT WAITING ROOM)
each member of the community was expected to visit the outpatient waiting room at least twice a day. once in the morning to pick up any new assignments for the day and once in the evening to stay up to date with any new information or changes taking place. drew was one of those who frequented the space more often than most, even when they had memorized inventory numbers, names, and who was supposed to be assigned to what task. there was always this lingering sense of urgency, like things could go wrong at any minute and they had to be there before it happened.
the names of the lost ones kept adding up on the whiteboard, only contributing to the inner dread and helplessness silently shared by the entire community. it certainly did not help to spend every free waking moment staring at the board, wishing for the increasing list of names of those who did not return to disappear. the sound of a door's creaking hinges announced the entrance of another. ❝ the list keeps increasing each day. at this rate we'll soon be losing more than we're receiving. ❞ drew observed out loud while staring ahead at the whiteboard.
the most recent name, only yesterday added to the list, stood out the most to them. ❝ remember the boy they brought in a couple of weeks ago? roy? he was still so young, so [ … ] full of life, ❞ they tilted their head then, looking to the side at a fellow member of saint marlowe. ❝ he did not believe we are safe here. that's the last thing he told me before he went missing. ❞ drew could not bring themselves to declare the boy dead. if everyone who no longer was at saint marlowe were to be pronounced dead, the inner motivations and hope within the community would shatter. they could not afford to take away one of the last reasons for everyone to keep moving. ❝ did you know [ … ] anyone among those recently added to the list? ❞ a pair of eyes shifted from the other person back to the whiteboard.
Is that MILES GALLAGHER? Before the outbreak, the 46-year-old worked as a TRUCK DRIVER. Those who have crossed paths with them describe them as RESOURCEFUL, though pressure often reveals their GUARDED nature. They are often associated with SUN BLEACHED & RIPPED BACKPACK; WASHED COTTON BASEBALL CAP; LINGERING HINT OF DIESEL SEEPED IN THE FABRIC OF A DENIM JACKET.
I. BASICS.
FULL NAME: miles gallagher. NICKNAMES: n/a. AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: forty - six, 1980. PLACE OF BIRTH: bakersfield, california. CURRENT RESIDENCE: ventura county, california. OCCUPATION/STATUS: former mechanic & truck driver BIG THREE: taurus ☼ scorpio ☾ capricorn ↑ GENDER: cis man. PRONOUNS: he/him. SEXUALITY: heterosexual.
II. APPEARANCE.
FACECLAIM: cillian murphy. EYE COLOR: blue. HAIR COLOR: dark brown + light silver tones. HEIGHT: 5′ 7¾″ (1.72 m). DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTIC(S): light scar resembling a cut on the right side of his forehead - a mark received during one of the runs from the infected; washed cotton baseball cap covering his eyes from view most of the time.
III. RELATIONSHIPS.
PARENTS: brendan gallagher and kathleen “kay” gallagher (née doyle) SIBLINGS: n/a. CURRENT PARTNER (SPOUSE): sarah gallagher (née brooks). PAST PARTNERS: tba. ENTANGLEMENTS: tba. CHILDREN: grace gallagher (10)
IV. PERSONALITY.
POSITIVE TRAITS: dependable, practical, astute, protective. NEGATIVE TRAITS: avoidant, stubborn, hypervigilant, workaholic. LOVE LANGUAGE: quality time, acts of service. ALIGNMENT: true neutral. MBTI: ISTJ
V. BACKSTORY.
TW: car crash; severe injury (TBI) mention
before.
you've always been a practical guy, a solution-oriented employee ready to take care of any obstacle standing in your way. your father was a mechanic, so it came as no surprise that you ended up becoming one as well, with roughly twenty-six years of experience under your belt. a true professional of your craft.
everything was going well until one fateful day, your wife sarah got into a serious car crash. they described it as a collision with a distracted driver, a terrible lapse in judgment that could have cost sarah her life. luckily, she survived, but not without complications. she suffered a traumatic brain injury and had to remain hospitalized for some time. grace, your little one, was only eight when the accident happened, leaving you as the sole provider for your family. you managed somehow at first. that was until sarah was moved to a long-term rehabilitation facility. insurance could not cover all of the medical bills, and over time they began to pile up. you had to find a way to make ends meet.
although your salary as a mechanic could no longer sustain you and your daughter, the experience and connections you had gained throughout the years proved useful. one of your close friends was a long-haul trucker who recommended you for the position, and within a few weeks, you landed your new job as a truck driver. it meant you would be away for days, if not weeks, sometimes even months at a time, and you couldn't leave your daughter to fend for herself. with sarah still in rehabilitation, her mother agreed to take care of grace while you were gone. you were grateful to have some kind of safety net while adapting to your new profession.
after.
there had been signs in the surrounding areas indicating that something had shifted. news on the radio mentioned a mysterious illness spreading across the country. you didn't pay much attention to it, given that such talks happened from time to time, only to quiet down days later. you had other responsibilities on your mind, such as making sure to deliver precious cargo to the agreed location.
no matter what, you weren't going to fail at this job.
eventually, the radio went down, and panic began to set in. at least from what you witnessed while passing local diners, people screaming, running out of buildings, others chasing after them. some sort of violent outbreak? a riot? then it happened again, this time in a traffic jam on a highway headed through santa clarita. you never reached it. what happened afterward was still somewhat of a blur. people getting out of their cars. some rushing over. attacking each other. at first, you locked yourself inside your truck, but seeing more of those crazed people surrounding your vehicle, you made a break for it, barely escaping the highway in one piece.it was shocking and confusing and deeply... unnerving.
you didn't know what it was or what they were, but they weren't listening to your warnings. so you had to put a stop to a few of them, grabbing whatever you could find, heavier rocks, anything that could be used to defend yourself.worry started to seep in. worry over what you had done. worry over the possibility that you had killed people. worry over the uncertainty of it all.
the news stopped spreading. no one came to help. you were stranded in the middle of nowhere with no aid coming your way. you wanted to hide at first, but then you thought about your daughter and your mother-in-law being out there alone. sarah was still trapped in that rehabilitation center.
you couldn't accept that reality.
you wouldn't.
now.
you're constantly on the move.two months ago, you were near santa clarita. soon enough, it became clear that main roads and cities were no longer safe, so you moved away from them, eventually making your way into ventura county. it wasn't ideal, but it would have to suffice for now.
during your temporary stay in the area, you noticed people nearby. guards, by the look of them, traveling through the region. you no longer possessed the blind instinct to rush toward perceived safety after several similar mistakes in the past. now, you only observe. you gather as much information as you can. you stay out of sight. your priorities haven't changed. grace was still in bakersfield, as far as you knew, and you had to return home. no matter how long it would take. no matter the things you would have to do.
you would keep this one promise to yourself and to them.
because that was the only thing that kept you going.
VI. CONNECTIONS.
✯ THE LAST FRIENDLY FACE (OPEN) - after the world changed, you did not expect to meet someone from your past, let alone them. not that they couldn't make it… it's just that the two of you weren't particularly close before. your paths used to cross during your travels, usually at one diner or another where you'd stop for lunch. they were one of the last people who knew the version of you that no longer existed. or perhaps it was buried so far in the past that it no longer served you. you weren't the same person anymore, and chances are, neither were they.
✯ THE ANNOYANCE (OPEN) - you were meant to meet survivors on your way back to bakersfield. they just appeared one day, perhaps looking for supplies. you made the mistake of sharing some of yours. now they won't leave you alone, despite the many hints you've sent their way. they were definitely looking for an easy way to survive, but you knew better than to add yet another life to the list of your responsibilities.
✯ THE COMPANION (OPEN) - they were one of the first people you came across during the first days of the outbreak. neither of you knew what was going on or when it would end. the only thing you were certain of, though, was that you had to keep yourselves alive. and what's a better way to do that than with someone who has your back?
✯ THE DEBT (OPEN) - they saved your life once. you're not sure whether they did it out of the kindness of their heart or to benefit themselves in the long run. whatever the case, you do not forget your debts. in a world like this, you're sure to repay them sooner rather than later.
✯ THE WITNESS (OPEN) - they have seen you do something terrible. whether you stole supplies, left someone behind, threatened someone, or simply ignored a call for aid. some would judge you for those acts, calling you a monster. they don't know your intentions, nor your full backstory, but a reality like this changes people. and it changed you too. their perception of you and your actions remains to be seen.
✯ THE UNLIKELY CONFIDANT (OPEN) - you don't trust easily, nor do you stick around long enough to form bonds. yet somehow they've known you long enough to remain by your side, even when your paths diverge for a while. the two of you keep finding your way back to one another, for better or worse. you know the current version of them, and they know yours. neither of you seems to mind the people you've become.
✯ ADDITIONAL CONNECTIONS (OPEN) - new connections can and will be added as plotting continues!
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Is that DREW SULLIVAN? Before the outbreak, the 31-year-old worked as a PROFESSIONAL RUGBY PLAYER. Those who have crossed paths with them describe them as ADAPTABLE, though pressure often reveals their SELF-SACRIFICING nature. They are often associated with WORN-OUT BOOTS SEEN TOO MANY TRAVELS; LONG NIGHT HOURS PLAGUED BY SURVIVOR'S GUILT; QUIVERING WHITE KNUCKLES COVERED IN DRIED BLOOD.
I. BASICS.
FULL NAME: drew sullivan. NICKNAMES: n/a. AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: thirty - one, 1995. PLACE OF BIRTH: canberra, australia. CURRENT RESIDENCE: ventura county, california. OCCUPATION/STATUS: former professional rugby player BIG THREE: taurus ☼ cancer ☾ capricorn ↑ GENDER: nonbinary. PRONOUNS: they/them. SEXUALITY: queer.
II. APPEARANCE.
FACECLAIM: katy o'brian. EYE COLOR: hazel. HAIR COLOR: black. HEIGHT: 5'7 / 170 cm. DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTIC(S): weary look accompanied with somewhat tousled hair. a small compass pendant hanging loosely around their neck in hopes to provide guidance, direction and protection on upcoming travels.
III. RELATIONSHIPS.
PARENTS: patrick sullivan and simone campbell SIBLINGS: n/a. CURRENT PARTNERS: tba. PAST PARTNERS: tba. ENTANGLEMENTS: tba.
before.
you have never imagined yourself as the one breaking promises. all you have done since you were raised was uphold them. the long-awaited golden child your parents wished so much for. an excellent team player, an excellent athlete with endless potential for leadership. you had it all, and you knew just how much work you'd put in every step of the way. your parents were nothing but supportive and loving, always cheering you on during your early practices, your father always attending each one with a bright smile on his face. like he knew you'd be remembered for something one day. and as all good things end, that day never came.
after.
it was your first trip to california with your team. you had felt quiet tingles of anticipation at your very fingertips. you were here to claim a victory, perhaps the most important one so far in your early career, so you could not afford to let it slip through your fingers. in the midst of daily training routines, you and a few of your teammates had ventured out into the streets to explore for a couple of hours until a strictly set curfew. those few hours were more than enough to mark the start of the world's descent into madness. the lockdown was initiated and carried out within a day, at least in the area you were in.
it was only temporary, you thought. nothing to worry about. just some… illness. there had been a couple of pandemics in the past that you recalled. unfortunately, none had spread like this one had. it was swift and deadly. no one was safe, as you soon found out when one of your teammates got bitten in the midst of the chaos erupting in the streets. you tried to get her to a doctor, you begged, you shouted, you resisted the security personnel who dragged her away from you and any other eyes that had seen her. her name was laura, and this would be the last time you'd ever see her.
now.
❝ nobody gets left behind. ❞
you lived by these words, applying the code in your private life as much as in your career by lifting your teammates back up whenever they'd fail. there was no bitterness over a mistake, because one learns by making them. you did not quit, and you ensured that your team didn't quit either. looking back on it now, you wonder if you are still the same person. during the last two months, you've seen things [ … ] glimpses of people being torn apart, sick, as though possessed by something you could not comprehend. you wanted to help every person you came across, refusing to change your values because every life deserved a chance. these cruel experiences led you to one of the hardest lessons you're struggling to embrace now: your convictions won't save everyone. your efforts, although admirable, won't save those who don't want to be saved. those who no longer believe in a brighter future. those who were overwhelmed by the sheer force of aggression a stranger had forced upon them. you could not help them just like you could not help laura when she needed you.
❝ it will help you find your way. bring it back to us. ❞
you look down at the small compass pendant your parents gifted you when you were eight. there wasn't a day it wasn't hanging around your neck. it was supposed to bring you protection and guidance during your travels, as your parents used to tell you. you're not sure how much you believe in luck… or in being able to come back to them. they could be dead by now. there was no way of knowing while being stuck on the other side of the world, likely to perish soon enough. desperation, death, and aggression surround you now, and it has become exceedingly hard to stay grounded. the silver pendant in your hand, a physical token, is the only anchor you have to a past life that is now gone. you don't know what tomorrow holds, but whatever that may be, you're sure of one thing: you'll do everything to stay true to what you know yourself to be. and may no other force ever shake the foundation you've built over the last thirty years you've walked this earth.
VI. CONNECTIONS.
✯ ONLINE FRIEND (TAKEN)- they met online a couple of years ago after drew created a post on a forum asking for hiking trail recommendations, and y/m was one of the first people to comment. the two quickly bonded over their shared passion for hiking, exchanging photos of trails and landscapes while remaining anonymous. they know tidbits about each other's lives, perhaps the names of pets, details about other hobbies they enjoy, and various everyday stories but have never exchanged photos or revealed their real identities. drew happened to travel to california with their rugby team on an international tour shortly before the outbreak hit. now, with the world gone mad, drew and y/m find themselves within the same social circle, and it is only a matter of time before one of them realizes they have finally met the person they've known online for the past two years.
↳ TAKEN BY: VIOLET BARRON
✯ DON'T BE A HERO (OPEN) - whenever a new task appears on the board, you take it. you take it when nobody else wants to. you take it even before someone else, even when you've done more than enough. in your mind, if there is a chance the lives within the hospital could benefit from additional supplies or a helping hand, you'll lend one. however, there are limits to every living, breathing being, and you are not an exception. you won't admit the exhaustion that is slowly taking over, the clouded judgment. as much as you try to push yourself, to pretend, you cannot hide it from them. they are there to remind you and look out for you when you won't look out for yourself. nobody gets left behind. it applies even to you, after all.
✯ THE FRICTION (TAKEN) - in one way or another, your worldviews keep clashing. one decision causes an argument. next, a refusal is voiced when two of you are assigned on a task together. they think you're too emotional, too caring for your own good. it will get you killed, they keep saying behind your back. for someone who cares mostly about themselves, they couldn't be more different from you. at the same time, there is nowhere else to go. given the close quarters, the sense of claustrophobia, the rising tensions within the hospital only add more friction between you. the tension will boil over soon, you can feel it in your bones, but you're not quite sure how it will manifest just yet.
↳ TAKEN BY: NICOLAS BARRA
✯ THE HELPING HAND (OPEN) - they had suffered an injury and are now in the process of recovering. you're there to help stabilize their movements, bring them their share of daily rations, and assist with any additional tasks to ease their routine. whether they hate it or appreciate the help remains to be seen.
✯ THE RULEBREAKER (OPEN) - strict curfew, among other rules, does not faze them. restricted areas? count them in to figure the mystery out. you warned them several times of the consequences awaiting those who break the rules and place everyone's lives in danger. it's not enough to put a stop to their reckless ways. one of these days they'll get themselves and many others killed, and you feel the need to prevent that from happening.
✯ THE HEALER (TAKEN) - they're a doctor, nurse, or makeshift healer who often ends up patching you up. you insist that you're fine, but any seemingly insignificant scratch can be your last, and they are one of the few who understand the importance of preserving lives.
↳ TAKEN BY: LILITH GREENE
✯ ADDITIONAL CONNECTIONS (OPEN) - new connections can and will be added as plotting continues!
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