Hi Everyone! New character today! Still excepting more… really, it's okay… 427 views… new record for me! :D

So with Kory still alive, Ginger being well… silent and distant as she was since the gun shop, Russia and Bipolar being… Russia and Bipolar, and Emmett's constant flirting caused by lack of sane girls, the whole waiting period was disastrous. We had been trying to contact someone in France for days now, but we haven't had any response. And Russia was in fear that if we didn't have clearance first, we'd get shot down out of the sky. Which, with all other factors, would be a pretty tragic way to die at this point.

And also, if you've ever seen, heard, or been near me while I've flown a plane, you wouldn't necessarily want to be on board when I did. But of course being the only one out of our little team who just happened to have the skill of flying, was just unlucky… for all of us.

Further more, if we were even able to make it to France, what would become of us then? Take a few French classes, blend into the society by eating croissants for every meal and pretend that the ruins of America is merely a small factor of the past, and there is absolutely nothing to be done about it? Or would we pretend this whole ordeal never happened, and move on into a new life? Unlikely. It wasn't like we could just forget all the family members lost, people killed and let's face it, all the people we be-headed. I'm pretty sure none of us ever would. Especially those of us who had to kill our own brothers and sisters…

"Minneapolis…" I hear Kory's voice behind me, while I was searching through one of the airport's computers in the control room.

"What dipshit? I'm busy." I say trying hard to focus on what I was looking at, but it was merely impossibly with all us going on… not to mention the Hollister boy's strong perfume slowly suffocating me.

"You're never going to find it that way. Here, let me try." He says. I hesitate, but move out of the way to let him ruin whatever I was doing. "See, you have to run the search under… and it has to be specific as to… Now just-hmm… no, that can't be… There!" A list of numbers comes up on the screen. It was old technology but I could figure it out.

"I've been trying to find the list of codes for hours. How'd you find them?" I ask in awe.

"Guess I'm just magic." He shrugs, and leaves me to my work. I sat back down at the computer, and ran a scan on the ones I thought may be important to opening the gates, doors, and plane controls. This may be old stuff, but they sure had high powered security in this airport. All of them seemed to still be in use, so I picked up the pencil and notepad laying over on one of the desks, and flipped through the pages for a clean sheet.

But while I was searching through the pages one in particular caught my eye. I had noticed all the handwriting in the booklet had been in cursive, this had been in plain print. Second, it had been written in ink, the rest had been in pencil. Third was the many ink blotches stained on the paper, and there was no pens around. And then there's the actual words written on the page. They were different routes for Australia. And little notes on the side about where the outbreaks. France being one of them. So then I scanned all the computer's files on Australia, since it was no obvious we would be traveling to France now.

Two hours later I emerged from the cramped little room to find myself alone. I figured the rest of them were wondering the airport somewhere, and decided to make the best of being alone for awhile. I strolled over to the lost and found, and got a hold of an lost I-pod and some really nice headphones. I had noticed earlier that one of the gates had a really nice view of the city, so I made myself a nice little lounge chair (it did involve a little axe work, though…) and put on Pandora and drifted off to sleep.

Two hours later I woke up a little after sunset. Everything was the same as it had been when I fell asleep, which concerned me since

A: This was the middle of the zombie apocalypse. Where are all the zombies?

B: Normally Bipolar, Ginger, Russia, Emmett and Kory would have been making some sort of disastrous, life threatening event by now.

So I looked around for a little while, but with no sign of anyone, went back to "base." Where I found Russia half asleep (one eye peeled for danger I guess) and Emmett reading a magazine.

"Where have you guys been?" I whisper yelled in my attempt to keep Russia asleep.

"Where have you been?" He also whisper yells.

"Looking for you guys." I whisper. He rolls his eyes and pulls me away from the gate so Russia could sleep.

"I can't find Kory, Buffalo or Ginger anywhere." Emmett says worriedly.

"Maybe they're having a-"

"Not the time." Emmett covers his hand over my mouth. I reaaally hope he's washed that in the past 24 hours… "We need to find them." I nod silently. He goes back to grab a shot gun, I pull out my axe from my make shift sling around my shoulder.

"So you go that way, I go this way?" I ask.

"No. We'll stick together." He shakes his head. Oh I always hated the idea of being alone with him. We walk around for a little while. Weird, how we barely saw any infected the whole time. Only a few that Emmett would immediately shoot at without thought, which put me on edge. Then we heard something. I look up to find an ugly half flesh have I don't even know chowing down on some leftover body parts. After a few seconds, it occurred to me that this could be one of our little team. And I held in a shriek. With a sigh, Emmett shoots the thing and turns to me.

"You alright?" He asks, a real sincerity in his voice for once. I nod slightly, and just walk around the whole scene.

Then something comes running up to us. At first I think it's just another zombie, but I realize by the way its walking it isn't.

"Are you… they're…Come quickly!" Says this blue eyed girl as she turns to run the way she came. Emmett and I look at each other and both run after her. We slide down the escalator rails into the luggage carousels. Where it was quite obvious where all the infected had gone off to.

As I watched the zombies circle around something as a horde, I noticed every few seconds one or two would drop, and not return back up. Then I realized that was most likely Kory, Buffalo and Ginger in the middle. So Emmett, blue eyes and I ran through the see of zombies, killing them as we went until we reached the very center. Within a few minutes (or that's what it had seemed cause it was really a half hour) only a few zombies survived. We cleared those few off and headed back upstairs to "base".

"So what's your name?" Emmett asks the blue eyed girl. The way he asked it suddenly made me really angry. But I told myself "Hey, if it gets him away from me for awhile, then so be it." But that hardly changed my mind. The girl just looks at him though. At least this one was quiet. Her and ginger should get along just fine this way. "Or… where did you come from?"

She's a little hesitant, but then responds, "Fairbanks… Alaska…" Emmett nods attentively-damn him- and we all sort of collapsed once we get back.

"Whose this?" Russia asks, just waking up.

"Fairbanks." Buffalo answers sounding the least bit sane. Russia gave her untrusting look, but with no other choice, went back to reading some biography. I wanted to tell Russia how much I agreed with her, but for some reason I actually kept myself from doing something rude.

"So what was your home like? Family? Friends? What's your story, come on?" Emmett asks, lounging in a chair.

"Well uhmm…" She starts quietly.

"Kill anyone close? Mom? Dad? I did that… Pets…?" He interrupts her. Oh just shut up and let the poor girl speak, Emmett.

"Please… stop asking me questions…" I hardly hear her say.

"Wha-"

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" She yells and walks away.

"Geez." Emmett sighs. This was very satisfying.

"I'll go make sure she's alright… well… y'know." Kory stands up.

"Oh yes Kory. We know." He shoots me a look. Obvious it was his intentions as I had assumed. But still the fact that I had angered him was satisfying. I turn to Emmett once he leaves, "You can't just start drilling people like that. I know you don't really care about what happened, but it might be hard on other people."

"What do you mean? It's just what is. It's not my fault if your cousin/brother was shot. Or your mom died in a fire… or whatever happened to her… Things happen! Who cares if their gone. All that matters is that we're still here."

At this point I'm so angry at Emmett I just turn and walk away. I see Ginger stand up also, shake her head at him and walk away, too. "What is with everyone today?" I hear him say.

SOOOOOOOOOOO was that just awesome or was it awesome! I think I have all the characters in now, so gimme more. Some dudes would just totally be chill if you catch my drift… narrrrllllyyy…. Sorry… Anyways, hope to see some new character submissions… Until next time!

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