Authors Note: Nothing really I gotta say, hopefully next chapter I'll have my co-writer back.

Michael Turner belongs to Hell Spawn Magma Master Jirrue

Ivan belongs to Zero no Mahou

Sgt. V (a.k.a. Pliers) belongs to Zombie Jesus

Wrin belongs to Wrin

Karen Altanore belongs to ShadedUmbreon


:::WTF WAS GOING ON IN CHAPTER 6:::

"Calm down both of you, you're causing a scene." Wrin hissed at us both. I shook my head and clumsily stood up. My muscles were sore from moving more than normal. I headed to bed, calling over my shoulder.

"Goodnight everyone!"

:::START OF CHAPTER 7:::

"Now plug the Ethernet cable into the hub…" I was having Jeremey help me finish up my super-internet. The entire system took up the fifth floor of Chaminade Tower, and had taken nearly a week to build. I kept having to send for new supplies since Dr. Jacobs wasn't letting me leave the tower. Really not much had happened over the course of the week. We created a scavenger team, which consisted of Michael, Wrin, Ivan, and Pliers. They either went out in a group of three, or a group of four. Wrin was sticking around back at base today; she had sprained her ankle running from another Tank, and had fallen down some stairs. If their trap hadn't caught the Tank, she'd have returned in a body-bag. I decided to make a graveyard room in the fifth floor, since it wasn't something everyone would see. I wrote the names of some of the dead that we knew of, including Fly. I started to write our names in without the dates of our deaths, but thought against it, and erased them. We checked the entire campus and our private houses. I got my cat Shadow, and my parents out of my home search. Wrin got her little sister and her dog. We couldn't find the corpses of her parents, so we prayed that they just couldn't manage to get her sister. I looked for my brother and his girlfriend, but they weren't in their apartment. I prayed they too were alright. Samantha's kitten, Jeremey's little sister and mother, and Dr. Jacobs' fiancée were also found. They kept the cleaning and the cooking up since none of us could do any better. Oh, and we also hooked up everything, we had a few fridges of food on the fourth floor using some of the smaller generators we had picked up, and the entire fifth floor using one huge generator. The elevator had to keep power, so we used the other huge generator for it.

"Viz!" Samantha came flying in, her kitten Fluffy chasing behind her. I really didn't like the fact that the kitten's name was the same name that I gave Tanks, so I made a mental note to remove that habit of mine.

"What's up?" I asked, looking up from my desktop. Another one of my stolen beasts, it took forever to get, however I was ecstatic when Dr. Jacobs agreed to let me out on one scavenger mission just to pick it up.

"The scavenger team is back! Michael says 'I got her shit.'" I laughed as Samantha bolted out. I was starting to wonder if she and Michael were taking a liking each other, either that or it was something in my head. Jeremey pounced me before I could think much more.

"So is the internet up?" He asked me. Kid was bright for a seven year old. I nodded, and began to turn away when my monitor lit up.

"What the hell?" I asked myself, looking at the monitor. Already in a matter of minutes someone had logged on, and was using my system.

My system was simple. Whenever someone used my home-built internet (okay so I jacked a lot of some of the local internet company's supplies, not like I'm going to get a bill.) I'd get a ping. My computer would beep, and put the users IP address on a list that was open on my fourth monitor. (I wanted to be a super-geek, sue me.) The internet would automatically open up my website no matter what your internet was originally set to home as. This way, you didn't have to go Google 'survivors of the -blank- area'. There was a short description of 'Hi there, My name is Vizzera Amari, I am one of the survivors in this area. Please press the button below to contact me.' If they clicked the button, an IM screen would appear on my screen after they created a temporary name for themselves.

There was an IM window already open.

Raising an eyebrow, I waved Jeremey off, telling him to go talk to Wrin a bit, tell her I already got a hit. He saluted me and ran off. I didn't even know if he was doing it right, something he picked up from Michael I guess. Ivan popped in just as Jeremey left.

"Hey there, how's it going?" Ivan asked as he came in. He was sucking on a fruit-ice cream bar.

"What did I tell you about bringing food up here Ivan?" I asked as I typed a response to this new IM.

"Sorry, hey is that a test IM?"

"No, this is real."

Karen Altanore: Hello? Is any1 there?

Vizzera Amari: Hey, yea I'm here. You need pickup?

Karen Altanore: Pickup? No. Were good.

Vizzera Amari: So you're a survivor group?

Karen Altanore: Yea, we are held up in my dad's gun shop

Vizzera Amari: How'd you find this so fast? I just plugged it in ten minutes ago?

Karen Altanore: one of us was playing solitaire when they saw their internet log on automatically.

Vizzera Amari: Can we meet your group?

Karen Altanore: no-can do. Were locked up in here, we can't leave that easily.

Vizzera Amari: We can clean up your problem, how much longer do you have in food?

Karen Altanore: were out, got medical supplies?

Vizzera Amari: we'll bring our doctor too.

Karen Altanore: good deal. We are at Altanore Guns

:: Karen Altanore has logged out ::

I smiled. I knew where Altanore Guns was. I left my new office and went to the third floor. It had turned into a living quarters. Alice, Jeremey, Samantha and Wrin were cooking up some food. I sat down with Michael, Ivan, Pliers, and my parents.

"We have a survivor group we have to meet." Michael frowned. We hadn't cleaned the rest of the dormitory in Chaminade yet, so we couldn't take much more in people. We were also almost out of food supplies, and hadn't started a vegetable garden for fear of it being trampled by infected. "Their not coming here. They want to stay there." I pointed out.

"We'll go tomorrow then. I hear you and Wrin have a bet, Viz." My mom grinned. I shook my head. I really hated it when she brought shit up like that. I didn't mention it to anyone on purpose.

"We can't go tomorrow," I pointed out, "We need to remove infected from their doorstep." I was deliberately ignoring my mother's questions.

"Well, how long can they survive?" Michael was getting interested, I shrugged.

"Don't really know. Maybe twenty minutes, maybe a few days. They need Dr. Jacobs and Nurse Alice." I sighed as Alice came in right on cue. She was holding a bowl of chili, it smelled really good but I wasn't ready to get some just yet.

"Well, we can round up the squad, see if we all are available to pack up and get 'em safe." Michael stood up as he spoke, heading over to the kitchen.

"I'm not letting you go out there again." My dad piped up, he was sitting in the chair with his legs wide open, bent forward a bit and playing with his cane. I was surprised the old fool didn't kill himself trying to defend the family.

"Dad, get over it. You're too old to go goofing off running from undead." I got up, turning back to the elevator. I had lost my appetite again.

"Viz, stop running off whenever your dad says something." Wrin was walking in with her own bowl of chili, she sat down on the floor as she began to much down on it.

"I can't help it. He hits my nerves." I growled, my dad had already stomped off to another room. I didn't feel like finding out where he had gone.

"Then take some food up with you." I turned, looking over to Wrin, remembering what I had come down for in the first place.

"Wrin, I need your squad." She held up her spoon, raising an eyebrow. "There's a survivor squad I found. Their in desperate need for help, and won't survive without us." She shook her head.

"No can do, no ammo left. Tomorrow we are going on an ammunition hunt." I sighed, and glared at her.

"You do know, that you don't need ammunition to kill infected." Wrin laughed as she ate another spoonful of chili.

"Yea, I know. Its dark, and its suicidal to go out right now." I knew she was right. Nodding, I turned away and hit the elevator go up button. I put my forehead against the metal door as I waited. I wasn't stupid enough to go out on my own again; I had people waiting for me to come back. I just knew that I had to do something. I shook my head as the door opened, and my cat came out of the elevator. The lunatic liked to play in it, no idea why. She mewed happily as I walked in, following me. I hit the five button as I held down the open and close buttons. As I rode back up to my sanctuary, I sighed. I couldn't get the bad feeling out of my stomach as the door opened. I walked out, and looked out the window. Just a few infected, a hunter was bouncing around down there, having smelled us from the new trucks. Frowning, I watched a hunter peel apart one of our better cars. That's the fifth car the infected tear apart trying to get to us. I was starting to get afraid they'd find us and turn us into mince-meat. I turned to get back to work when I heard a screech, and something slam into the window I had just turned from.

"What the shit?!" I spun around, my jaw dropping when I saw a hunter slam into the window again; the window was starting to crack. I grabbed my cat and ran to the back offices. I locked my cat in my main office, and grabbed my two favorite weapons, a frying pan and a sharpened pizza cutter. I was donning on my new hockey mask when I heard the window break.

I stopped when I noticed a set of cable-ties, and grinned. I still had a dare to do with Wrin that involved a hunter. Taking the cable ties, I stuffed them in my pocket as I ran. I didn't really know what I was planning, just that it needed to be done. I needed to catch this hunter, and these cable ties were the only things that were to keep me alive. The hunter growled softly as he stalked his prey, he wore a long black jacket, ripped to shreds from infected claws while he was alive. He was thin, lanky really, and had long hair, covering most of his face. He crawled on all fours as he followed me, not ready to pounce me just yet.

I slid into the stairway, slamming the door shut as I did so. I didn't know what the hell to do, either way I was a goner, the only way back into the building was through the door I had just closed. The other entrances were barricaded shut from the inside. It greatly lowered our amount of equipment, but in the long run it helps keep infected from getting in. I didn't want to die; I didn't want to never see a human face again. Taking a deep breath, I put my ear against the door. No good, the hunter was sitting just out of the doors reach, growling as if he was preparing to pounce. Shaking my head, I made a small prayer before I popped the door open, not really opening the door at all. The hunter fell for it, and pounced the door. The door slammed in my face, but the hunters face slammed in the door, so I felt better suddenly. Laughing softly, I shoved the door open, running past a bewildered hunter and towards the elevator. I smacked the button to go down just as the door opened. Dad stood there with a bowl of chili and a cup of water, raising an eyebrow at my getup.

"FUCK!" I screamed, turning I ran another way, away from Dad. I was hoping the hunter would ignore dad, but apparently I was wrong, for I heard him screaming a moment later. Turning around, I bolted to him; the hunter had pounced him, and had already clawed my dad's chest open when I got there. He grabbed the sides of my dad's and raised his arms, cutting four deep marks in each side of his body just before my frying pan met the back of the hunter's head. I grabbed the Hunter's coat as he started to stumble and began to beat the living back into him with my frying pan. My dad had curled up on the floor moaning in pain as I dragged the hunter's unconscious body past him, and into the stairway. I quickly zip-tied the hunters neck, arms, hands, and legs to an old pipe that was in the stairs, making sure to use every zip-tie I had. When I got back to dad, he was sobbing.

"I'm gonna die…" He was mumbling, over and over "I'm gonna die… I'm gonna die..." Frowning, I took my mask off as I pulled my dad, forcing him to show me his wounds. His chest was ripped apart, and the marks on his sides weren't pretty.

"I'm going to get Dr. Jacobs and Alice; I can't drag you with me." I sighed, looking at the window. I jumped quickly into the elevator and took it down to the living quarters.

"Back so soon?" Ivan asked as I came running out the elevator.

"Take the elevator up to the fifth floor, watch my dad!" I yelled as I ran down the hallway. Dr. Jacobs was probably already in bed by now, so I was headed for his room. Sure enough, Dr. Jacobs was in his room, getting ready to crawl in bed next to his already sleeping fiancée. I hissed at him quietly as I opened the door. "Dr. Jacobs you're needed, stay out of bed and come with me. Where's Alice?"

"Cleaning up…what's going on?" I shook my head as he followed me. I sent up Dr. Jacobs to my dad before going to Alice.

"Hey, can you help me?" Alice asked, she was washing dishes, but since we used so many, it wasn't easy.

"Can't, you are coming with me." I put my hand on her shoulder; she looked at me like I was some kind of creepy psychopath. "Dad's hurt on the fifth floor, go help him." In a flash, Alice rinsed her hands of soap and left up the elevator. It was quiet once again in Chaminade Tower; everyone was either on the fifth floor, or asleep. I sat on the couch and looked up at the clock. As exhausted as I was, I was surprised I didn't pass out next to my dad.

I must have passed out, for when I woke up, Dr. Jacobs was shaking me.

"What..huh?" I mumbled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Get up; we have to dispose of the body." That got me up. I jumped off the couch, and ran to the elevator. It was taking forever to come get me. "Viz, your dad died. He turned infected, we had to kill him." I bit my lip. It was all a lie; it wasn't going to happen this way. No, I was just still sleeping. The elevator beeped, and opened. Alice was standing inside with Wrin, Michael, Ivan, Samantha, and Pliers. Each one had a depressed look on their faces, and Wrin was the only one to look at me.

"He is dead.." I whispered as the door tried to close. Wrin stopped it and came out; she hugged me, and dragged me into the elevator with everyone. Dr. Jacobs slid in behind me.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing we could do. The hunter ripped out too much, and he wasn't exactly a spring chicken." Alice was saying. I put my head against the cold metal door. I'd always wished my dad would leave me alone, would die or something, but now that he was gone, I felt empty, like he had actually meant more to me than I thought he did. The elevator opened to the ground floor, my dad was in the room, covered with a large ratty towel, his feet were sticking out of the towel, and his shoes were missing. I frowned as I walked up, my mother was standing over his body sobbing, holding his favorite cane, a plain, wooden cane that he had used since before I could remember. I walked over and touched the cane. My mother bear-hugged me, I didn't even see it coming. She just let out the sobs, screaming out her pain as I stood there, dumbfounded. I never did well with funerals.

Samantha decided to hold a little funeral, saying a few words before I held up a hand.

"Please don't do that." I said softly as I pried myself out of my mothers grip. As soon as I escaped, she hugged the nearest person, who was Alice. "My father hated current religions; he loathed them with a passion. He always worshipped Athena while I lived, and needs a proper, pagan burial." Samantha fumed. This was the second time I had put her down, she glared at me.

"Pagan?" she hissed "That religion is long since gone. You just want to do this yourself, YOUR way." I shook my head. I didn't want to deal with her mood-swings, but I was going to try.

"My…" My mom began, trying to speak between sobs, "Husband…worship—ped" she let out a wail, putting her head on Alice's shoulder. "ATHENAA" she fell into a heap of sobs. I really had no idea what to say, especially since I didn't know much about pagan funerals. Sighing, I dug my hand in my pocket and pulled out a coin my dad had given me years ago. He had walked into my room one day and handed me two coins, they were both small, silver, and had a picture of Athena on one side, and an owl on the other. I had stuffed them in my wallet with my other lucky coins out of habit. I pulled out one of the coins.

"Athena Parthenos - hear the prayer
of your humble servant's daughter

Glorious Athena - Fill my father with your
love, your strength, your wisdom...

Guide my father through death,
I do not wish to see him suffer

Bless this Tower and all therein,
Help us with our job, our trials, our lives.

Help me uphold the ideals you stand for.

Grant me the strength to help those in need

Great Athena, I thank you for your blessings,
past and present. I thank you for the help
you've graciously given. I thank you for your love and
your interest in me - your humble servant's daughter.

I also thank you for saving my life"

"Dad, you need only one coin to cross the river Styx." I pulled the towel up, being careful not to show my mother what had happened. My dad's left arm had bloated up; his tongue was stretched out, yet swollen. To me, my dad looked like a cross between the Tank, and a Smoker. I shuddered, but moved his right arm closer, putting the coin in his fingers and closing them around it. "You always wanted to be cremated, with no tombstone. You get a tombstone, get over it." I began to stand up, before thinking of something. "Oh, and dad..." I knelt down once more, and kissed my hand, putting my hand on his forehead. "I love you, I'll miss you." I then put the towel back over him and stood up. Samantha was fuming.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" She screeched. I was willing to bed she'd end up as a witch if she ever got infected.

"A proper funeral for a pagan, from a pagan." Wrin leaned on me; she wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed once.

"Sorry this had to happen." She said, I shrugged.

"Nah, he's been fighting back pain, we couldn't get his Hydrocodone remember?" Wrin nodded as Michael piped up.

"We can't keep this body here."

"We have to until daylight. I'll make a pyre to burn his body on a windy day." I turned and hit the button for the elevator to come back.

"Why a windy day?" Ivan came over, handing me a box the words To my daughter, from her father.

"Its how it works, the ashes will fly away allowing the spirit to travel easiest. While the body is still here, it cannot travel, what's this box?" I asked as I opened it, inside the box was a fair amount of straw padding, but underneath it all was what made me smile. As I waited for the elevator, I pulled out a necklace and put it on. It was a simple silver necklace with a pentagon pendant. Underneath the necklace was a mound of coins, the same as one I had just given my father, a small statue of Athena, and a folded sheet of paper. I opened it and read it quietly, before walking into the elevator.

Michael decided to stay with my mother while she was down there, partly to make sure no infected killed her, and partly to keep her from doing something suicidal. I took the elevator straight up to the fifth floor and let the cat out. She ran over to the elevator and sat there mewing pitifully. I walked into the graveyard room and took the sharpie off the desk. I wrote my father's name down and the year he died, and quickly left. I went to my desk and put the box down next to my monitor as I sat down. The monitor was on, but I didn't want to look at it. I took out the Athena statue and put it in my window before leaving the room. I walked over to the broken window, grabbing some of the shards of glass still stuck in the window; I leaned out the window and screamed as loudly as I could.


OMG PERSPECTIVE CHANGE – From Wrin's Perspective

I was sitting on my bed braiding my hair as I listened to Viz scream. I didn't like seeing my friend like this, but all there was to do was let her get her frustration out of her system. Shaking my head, I looked up to see Samantha walk in, with her kitten in her arms. Vizzera's cat Shadow was walking past the door.

"Hey" Samantha said as she sat on Vizzera's bed. Viz hadn't slept in the bed in almost four days. I wondered if she was sleeping at all up there.

"What's up?" I asked as I finished my braid and stood up. I grabbed my work gloves as she spoke.

"Viz has something against me doesn't she?" I turned to look at her, shaking my head.

"No, she's just that way with people. She's an introvert; she really doesn't understand how to talk to people."

"No, she only lashes out at me!"

"How many times has she done that?"

"Twice, first time was about Jeremey, and the second was about her dad."

"Oh, here's two valid explanations, but don't take them as excuses for her. She's still blunt about things she shouldn't be, and her dad hated religion, loathed it. She was doing what she thought was right for him so that she could respect who he was."

Samantha shook her head, letting her kitten jump out of her arms and unto Viz' bed. It curled up happily as I put on my hockey vest.

"She's still mean about it, she could have just said it not yell at me." Samantha was saying, as if complaining, I shrugged.

"I can't do anything about it; you two should just avoid each other or work things out between you guys."

"Tell her to avoid me then I don't see why I should work things out with her right now." Samantha got up and left, leaving her kitten Fluffy behind. I pet Fluffy for a few moments before leaving my room.

I picked up a hammer, some nails, two boards and a couple of towels, taking them to the elevator as Pliers came up to me. He had a goofy grin on his face.

"Hey, whatcha doin' with those?" he asked pointing to my supplies as I pushed the elevator call button.

"Going to board up Viz' window. A Smoker could get her, or another hunter."

"Come to think of it, how did that hunter jump five stories?" Pliers hummed as the elevator opened, I dropped one of my boards, and Pliers helped me carry it into the elevator.

"Good question, I've never personally seen them jump past two stories, and that small of a window…something feels really fishy." I pushed the buttons to go to the fifth floor. "Pliers, could you get the group thinking on this will you? We need to figure out how a hunter could jump five stories four times."


Perspective change back! – Perspective view from Vizzera

I was laying on the ground, facing the elevator with my legs curled up underneath me, my back against the wall. I had screamed long enough that my voice hurt, my hands were bleeding from the glass, but I didn't feel the pain. I was light-headed as Wrin came in, said something to me, said something to the elevator, and started putting two boards on the wall, one on either side of the broken window. She pinned five old towels to the wall using the boards, I had forgotten that that needed to be done. I passed out before she had even finished.


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