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 We'll Never Be Royals, Tag: Alexis Marlowe (a.k.a. KC ♥)
Danielle Zografos
 Posted: Jun 15 2017, 05:45 PM
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Season: End of Spring 2013
Time: (approx.) 4:15 pm
Location: Okeewemee, North Carolina
People In This Thread: Danielle Zografos, Alexis Marlowe

Thirty-three days. At least, that's what the tally was standing at in Danielle's journal when she marked it this morning. When the sun rose, so did she. And when it set, that's when she'd find a place to hide. Alone. Yes, it was a huge gamble to leave the comfort that the DM10 had given her. The hordes were too massive, which was odd. Why were there so many again? This time, her new group went North, while she somehow made her way South. But in her heart of hearts, she knew she could never be fulfilled there. At first, she was on a mission to find the others that had run off during the massive horde of walkers that split them up in the first place. To find anyone, really. But after a few days, and a lot of terrified running, she knew it was pointless. If the two that had made it out alive were out there, they were long gone. All she could do was claim defeat, and move forward.

It took some time, being on her own completely and learning how to defend herself against all types of evil. Not that she ran into much of it. A walker, here and there. But social contact was kept to a minimum. She was on a mission. With an old, faded map, and the little bit of hope she had left, she was sacrificing her sanity and life to get back home to Clemson. It wasn't a heroic story, or for any greater good. She had no idea if anyone was alive there, or there at all. But she'd be home. That was worth something, right? Just being in her neck of the woods again, seeing the places she once knew so well. Though part of her was afraid to see what it looked like now. Torn apart, raided, and more than likely left to die. that's all this world was doing now. Dying.

If the map was right at all, she was somewhere in North Carolina. If that didn't give it away, the North Carolina sign from weeks ago did. She had no honest idea where she was, or where she was even going. It's not like she had a compass. She just had her weapons, and whatever she had in her backpack. Food was scarce, water was a blessing when found. She was starving and exhausted, but not ready to give up. Not just yet. She wasn't the type to cave easily, if at all. In fact, she couldn't think of one single time where she caved for anything. Strong-willed, she was, or maybe stubborn. It depended on who you asked.

Days grew longer as the seasons started to change. It wasn't quite summertime yet, but it was warm enough, and the daylight stayed long enough. Dani found herself wandering aimlessly, lost in the tangled web of thoughts she'd been stuck in for weeks. Was this really a good idea? Should she have stayed with the others, where it was safe and certain? Was she even going in the right direction? She stopped, pulling the folded map from her pocket. She began to walk again, her eyes fixed on the faded route lines and lack of blue words. She pulled the paper closer to her face to make out what it said, not noticing the thick branch just a few steps ahead of her. Like clockwork. Thud! She landed on her forearms, her foot caught between the branch and the ground. She was able to kick herself free without too much of a struggle, but her right arm was cut. "Shit!" she exclaimed quietly, yet animated, to herself. Of course, this would happen. She reached for the map, got up, and limped her way towards a small clearing.

Dani was hoping to find some sort of water source, but she found a small home instead. Even better! Not that she liked breaking and entering, but desperate times called for desperate measures. The front door was unlocked, which was strange. Someone must have raided the place recently since it wasn't sealed shut. She walked in slowly, her knife at the ready by her side. it was fastened on her belt, but easy to access. Not like she could hide it in her tank top, but maybe the Army pants that she'd been fortunate to find. They were a little too big, but they served their purpose. Her shoes were worn down, which meant she'd have to find new ones eventually. Luckily, they didn't make too much noise as she wandered around the place. Her eyes scanning for any medical equipment. There were some things handy, but a lot of the stuff just looked old. The newer, less dusty, stuff looked like it was just there for show. It was hard to tell. Alright, she knew she had to get whatever she needed and get the hell out of there.

Rummaging through a few piles of things, she found nothing useful. Though, she did take a shirt to hold against her arm. This pile of clothes was mostly dark colors. Not a lot of jewelry, which made sense. Who needed anything fashionable these days? She did come across something interesting. A choker. Her fingertips skimmed over the metal loops, giving her a slight Deja Vu feeling. Maybe she was just woozy. She'd known someone who wore things like this before. It was a comforting thought in a time of need for comfort. If only she could actually get the real thing, though. If only.

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Six-hundred-seventy-two. Six-hundred-seventy-three. Six-hundred-seventy-four. Alex slowly counted her breaths as the seconds ticked by. She did so quietly in her head, as to not draw added attention to herself, up on her perch. Peering through the leaves, she kept a close eye on the ground below. The three walkers were gone, but she wasn't about to throw caution to the wind just because she couldn't see them. They'd carry on their merry way, she knew, but she'd wait for them to garner some distance from her. She had no desire to run into those same ones again and have to climb up another tree. Despite her lean frame, Alex was no athlete, nor was she very nimble. The climb, as frantic as it had been, was one hell of a struggle. She had scrapes up her arms from scrambling up the bark as fast as she could manage.

When she was in the woods, Alex usually tried to sleep up in a tree, tying herself there with her tarp. After trekking all night, though, she'd been so exhausted that she'd fallen asleep right at the base of the trunk, without so much as bothering to set up a shelter. A reckless move on her part, and one that would surely get her bitten should she make a habit of repeating it. She'd been rudely awakened by the hissing and garbling of nearby walkers. By the time she'd processed what was happening, she'd had just enough time to clumsily clamber up.

As seven-hundred passed, Alex released a long breath. She needed to keep moving. Her nap was over, and she wouldn't be finding sleep again until much later. Hopping down from the tree, she landed a little awkwardly on her side, and pushed herself back to her feet.

Since the apocalypse had begun, Alex had deemed it her sole goal to remain alive. There was no way she could go back to her campus. There would be nothing left of it, if it wasn't already crawling with walkers who had been the students too slow to make their escape. Nowhere held any specific attachment to her now. Not even returning to Clemson would bring her much other than answering the question of if her mother was still alive. Maybe not even that. The woman had probably left like any reasonable person would, rather than try to barricade herself in her home with limited supplies. Was she all that curious to know about her mom? Not really. Thinking about anyone from her life when it had still been 'normal' made her chest seize up, and had once triggered an anxiety attack. She avoided doing so as much as she could. When all of this was over, she could start worrying about her old life again.

Her near-death experiences were not something she dwelled on either. Her heart was currently still hammering her chest despite the walkers being long gone, and if she looked back on it, it was easy for the despair to seep into her fragile soul. Although she was trying her best to survive this mess, her mind was also searching for any excuse to deliver herself to any walker who got too close as a means of solving her problems. What kept her from doing just that, Alex could not say. But something did. It was there in her, putting up a hard fight against her ever-raging demons.

Slinging her bag over both shoulders, Alex set off at a fast walk to the left. She'd spied a town not far off as she'd skirted the forest edge. She was still fine on food supplies, but would need to restock if she planned on heading into the brush once more. All she could hope for was that survivors hadn't already rummaged the place clean. Coming out onto the road, the woman took a long look both sides to make sure everything was clear. Slowly, she pulled her crossbow from on her back and held it close to her body. "Please don't make me shoot you" she said quietly in a plea for all walkers to remain far from the area.

The house on the other side had its front door wide open, causing Alex to lock her weapon into a ready position. Someone had probably sucked this place dry of supplies, but it wouldn't hurt to check. The faster she could gather her things, the sooner she could be back on the move. The kitchen was hella dusty. Opening the fridge, she crinkled her nose at the rancid smell that emanated from within, and promptly shut the door again. Alex leaned over, feeling her nose tingle from the dust she'd just stirred up. Despite being scrunched, a sneeze rocketed up through her head in a high-pitched squeak. Quickly, she grabbed her crossbow, and stood still, waiting, in case someone or something was about to come investigate the noise. With a few gentle steps, she crept her way backwards to the open door, knowing she could very well seek out food in some other house.

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Time was ticking. Though the blood loss wasn't major, it was still too much. And if there were any biters nearby, they'd for sure get a sense of it and come looking for their prey. There was no way Dani wanted to wind up as walker food today, or really any other day for that matter. She also didn't feel like getting into a confrontation with any. Killing them was bittersweet. It was necessary, but it was heartbreaking, too. They were once human, after all. Compassion just didn't cut it in those situations. You either did or didn't. You lived or died.

Dani set the choker down, her eyes going back to it every now and then. She found a shirt that looked good enough to tear apart and started to do so. Ripping the fragile seams, she started to make herself a makeshift bandage. The hard part would be tying it around her arm with enough force to stop the bleeding, but she had to make it work somehow. There didn't seem to be anyone around to help her, and seeking someone for this sole purpose seemed impossible. Besides, she didn't even know where she really was. She could have been anywhere, but it felt a lot like the middle of absolutely nowhere.

Her strength was weary, much like her mental state. Fatigue was a huge factor, but she kept pushing herself. The more she tore at the shirt, the more she felt her muscles start to betray her. As she was about to rip one last seam, she heard a noise. What the...? she wondered to herself, her eyes growing wide as she looked up from her task. Her heart started to race, the fabric slipped from her shaking hands. She swallowed hard as she went for the loop on her belt, walking as stealthily as possible. it's not that she wanted to confront anything, but she had to. Shit! Please don't be a walker. Please! calling out didn't seem like a good idea, but what if it was another person? The odds were always fifty-fifty. But the chances of it being a decent person were even less, or so it seemed.

Dani rounded the corner quickly, pulling the knife from its place in the same motion as she stepped. She held it threateningly, only to see a girl with her weapon drawn. Dani's eyes blurred for a moment, the room felt like it was spinning a little. "I'm not here to hurt anyone." she said calmly, or as calmly as she could. Her heart was working overtime, the pulse quickly making a note that she had an open wound, and it was getting a fresh batch of blood cells. "I'll just get what I need and leave. I promise!" She thought she sounded coherent. But was she? She felt like she was in a fog, and everything around her seemed to visually match the feeling.

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It was a mighty good thing Alex wasn't looking for medical supplies. That would be even more urgent than restoring her food supplies. Starvation was uncomfortable and would slowly end you after a while, but injuries could snuff you out like a candle. Her scrapes had left red marks along her skin, but her skin had not ruptured. As long as she remained closed and intact, things were a-okay.

If she'd been searching for medical supplies, she might have been more inclined to dig further into this house. Find a bathroom and rummage through the medicine cabinet or something. But that could wait until she crossed a hospital or another pharmacy, just like the food could wait until she found a less shady-looking house.

So far, nothing had come after her ass. That was the first step to focusing on the positive and keeping her heart rate down. She had yet to fully gather how walkers functioned - she wasn't exactly going to squat around observing them with a notebook and a pen like one did with chimps - but she'd always had this belief that they could smell fear. It drew them in at times. Although from a rational psychological perspective, it was what she did when she felt fear that drew them over. Her thoughts would become less fleshed out, less reasoned, and her body would grow clumsy, sometimes even stiffening in place. That was why she needed to control it. Thanks, med school. Although, convincing herself that the walkers could smell fear made it easier to believe that it was they who had an advantage, and not she who had a disadvantage. There were already enough things wrong with her as is.

Light footsteps confirmed another presence in the household, and Alex's arm tensed over the release of her crossbow, ready to shoot if she needed to. If it was a walker, she could probably make a run for it, but humans could be a much worse foe, she'd come to discover. This apocalypse was enough to drive anyone out of their right mind.

A female figure came into view, causing Alex to momentarily flinch. Something gripped her, instilling that familiar paralysis in her body. But it was not fear. In that instant, the woman did not know what exactly she was feeling. "Dani?" she uttered just above a whisper. It was the strangest sensation to have a sliver of her past slither its way into her present. The two felt like separate lives entirely.

Blinking a few times, her eyes dropped down to a profusely bleeding gash in the woman's arm. The instinctive medic within her was what allowed her to shake off her stupor and step forward. "Shit, you're bleeding" she said, stating the obvious. Shutting the door behind her, Alex walked to the dining room and dragged a chair over. "Sit" she instructed, swinging her backpack off her shoulders. There was no room in her mind to worry about the hows and the whys; there was only the need to save a human life. Until this arm was patched up, it didn't matter if this was Dani, the President of the United States, or a drug dealer out for revenge. Her hand lightly grasped the other woman's wrist.

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Her eyes started to flutter shut slightly. How much blood did she lose? Her instincts told her to maybe lay down for a little bit, though something else screamed at her to stay awake. Sleep did sound really good though. It had been awhile since she'd actually gotten to lay down and doze off without worry. Without the fear of something getting her, or the worry of someone else getting hurt, or even betraying her trust. This world left little room for humanity, and it was flat out fatiguing. But the physicality that this world brought was something beyond. No cars, no way to get around except by foot. No actual wholesome food. No true safe place, unless you knew a large group of people that were willing to bet on trusting you. Nothing solid. Everything was a fragment of what it could be. it was too much.

Dani's eyes squinted at the woman. She knew her name. But... and then the penny dropped. Only, Dani figured her imagination was doing the talking for the moment. "Alex? Is that you?" she smiled as she spoke, probably looking like a tired, yet eager, puppy dog that found its beloved owner. Okay, so she probably looked more like hell, but she kept some hope for herself. Dani nodded, still smiling like a dope. "I'm bleeding!" she exclaimed with a little too much pride. Exhaustion worked in such funny ways for some people. She lifted her arm, the cloth that once wrapped it fell to the floor. Whoops! That was probably bad. She went to pick it up, only to feel the room spin immediately. She stood up straight, pressing her hand against the nearby wall. Spinning with the room, her back hit the wall, but she stood her ground.

She could see Alex, or imaginary Alex, closing the door, then heard her walking around. If this was a mirage, it was pretty realistic. "I think my brain is giving me weird voodoo signs. Are you really here?" The girl sounded drunk. Nothing felt right. She was instructed to sit down, which she did. She could feel Alex touching her arm, which meant this was real. But how was it real? Alex was in Clemson. Right? This didn't make any sense. Why would Alex be in North Carolina? And how could they have met right here? Right now? Was fate handing them a silver platter of hope? "Did I knock myself out into a dream?" she giggled as she leaned her head back on the chair, her eyes fixed on Alex. As much as this didn't make sense, and with any possibility of it being an illusion, Dani was okay with it. It was comforting in a weird way.

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Not in a million years had Alex thought she'd run into someone familiar during this whole mess. Everyone was moving around so much and succumbing to the outbreak that the odds were more than slim of finding those two or three people you happened to know from home. It wasn't like they were in Clemson right now either. The mechanics of the world were a strange and incomprehensible thing. As Dani asked if it was really her, she couldn't immediately answer with a yes, for she found a seed of doubt planted in her mind. She had napped, but had distinctly woken up from it. She could not have dreamed up the attack and her flight.

"It's...it's me" she replied after a moment. In her state, she wasn't sure if that answer would even properly register with Dani. But speaking with her would keep her speaking, and therefore conscious. Alex had no idea how long the girl had been running around with her arm open like this. Mass blood loss could have serious effects if not dealt with quickly and properly. She needed to clean it and sew it shut as soon as she could. "Yes, you're bleeding. I need you to stay with me, okay? Do you know how long ago you cut yourself?" she asked, both for informational purposes as much as for the sake of keeping her awake.

Alex was not looking much at Dani's face as she spoke, focused on the wound as she answered with a distant tone. "Those are all questions you can get answers to once I've patched you up" Leaving her side, she walked to the sink and ran the water, making to clean her hands. "Do things looks hazy? How is your vision?" she asked from the sink. Pulling her rag out from her bag, she rinsed it as well and soaped it up with warm water. Returning to Dani's side, she bent over to dab at the wound, cleaning it before she did anything to close it. Checking in on Dani's state, she noted how much prettier she'd gotten since high school. With an inhale, she focused her gaze back down on the wound. Dani had managed to stay out of her thoughts during her time at med school. There were lots of pretty girls and good-looking guys there, ones she could look at and pine for without ever having to come in near contact or interaction with them. It was easier that way, to keep it in. As content as she was to see a familiar face, specifically Dani, it came with a slew of other less pleasant feelings. Any hope she'd had of getting over her friend had been pitifully dashed the instant she'd staggered around that corner. Once she fixed Dani up she...she would need to leave. After what happened to Dani's boyfriend... No. She would help, and then she'd be on her merry way. Nice and simple. Alex flipped the cloth over, pressing down more firmly in the hopes of promoting some blood clotting. "You're going to hate me" she said softly to herself. Not just because of what she was about to do to her arm.

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"There... there were these fallen branches. I guess I wasn't paying attention and tripped over one of them. My boot was stuck." Instinctively, Dani looked down at her boots. They were pretty worn, even for military grade. It was hard to find things like this that were still available for use. A lot of survivors took what was around, and Dani was the girl who felt bad about taking anything for free. She tried to pay it forward when she could. It was the little things sometimes. Giving her last cans of food to starving teens, or providing others with clothes and letting herself go cold. She was young, she was fairly still in shape. She tried to stay in shape, anyways. That required food and energy, both of which she was lacking drastically at the moment. "Maybe forty-five minutes ago. But it's not that bad. Just a cut and a scrape."

Dani wasn't used to hearing things like sinks running. Most houses seemed to lack every basic necessity. Plumbing included, which was pretty nasty. that was a thought that baffled her more than others. How was the world going to get back on its feet with these things? The way it used to be was so much simpler. Then there was the fear of everything actually going back to normal. "Hazy? Like... foggy?" she said with a slight smile as she nodded her head. "A little. I thought it was the dust in here. Whoops!"

Everything felt like it was happening so quickly. Like some weird Twilight Zone episode, where time was standing still, but everyone was moving kind of fast. It was hard to stay focused on one particular thing, but she was trying. A good ole college effort. Alex was good at playing doctor, though. She was always so smart. Dani turned her attention back to the girl, giving her a look when she made her last remark. "Hate you? For helping me? You're saving me from being food for the Biters. How can I hate you for that?" She inhaled sharply, trying not to sit up too much, or slouch too far down. She'd banged herself up before, having cuts and scrapes, bruises to match. She knew she had to be still when there was pressure being applied. At least she got that much through her mind in this time. "And it's you. I couldn't hate you. You're my best friend." She tried to make eye contact, even though she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep. They were best friends, right? That was still a thing? Even though it had been over three years since she last saw or spoke to the girl. Surely, that bond wasn't in any danger because of the apocalypse, right?

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