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Trevor sighed as he could hear the Hawaii waves roll by, accompanied by the groans of the undead on the lonely island of Hawaii as he readied to make a run for the beach. Usually, the waves brought a new corpse or two every so often and sometimes even supplies if he was lucky. Hawaii was virtually untouched, buildings still stood in their original state and sometimes they even had belongings in them for him to use.
As Trevor approached the shore, he could see the piles of corpses scattered and ready for looting. Slowly, he went by and took care of the corpses that still were refusing to go down in furious groans and lunges at his knees. He chuckled as he spread some of their blood on him, it was gross but it kept any more corpses from thinking he was a gourmet meal waiting to be dug into.
He checked the last body, all had seemed to have something on them. Whether it was some cash, or a bottle opener Trevor knew to take it because it could come in handy later. With the last body though, he found himself empty handed. The corpse was basically bare of any supplies and that much made Trevor smash the machete farther down it's head in anger.
"C'mon..." He muttered. "Why can't you have something to help me off of this damned island already." But suddenly, he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps and found himself ready to face whoever was coming his way whether it was a walker or survivor, of which he doubted heavily.
There was a cruise ship out in the bay, lights flickering as the electricity was slowly dying. It had arrived just last night, and there had been screams of terror drifting on the heavy beach breeze. Lifeboats dangled from the sides, some tipped sideways or face down. Several were floating in the ocean.
Mary Jane rested on the damp sand, eyes closed, body cold and unmoving. Sand covered her from head to toe. The sand and sea salt scent is most likely what kept the corpses away. That and her complete stillness. A huge suitcase was wrapped in her arms.
A sound woke her from her stupor: words. Actual words, not groans, moans, or gurgles! Lifting her head in time to see the man kill a corpse, she slowly began moving, sliding her knees up, gaining her feet in an unsteady, knees-knocking sort of way. The suitcase grasped in one hand, she stumbled after the man. She was wearing a pair of green scrubs stained with blood, ripped at shoulder and along her pants. One shoe was missing completely, and the other squelched with water as she walked. Red hair hung in matted, sandy lanks down her back and over her eyes.
"Wait..." she called hoarsely and weakly, "wait up!" She coughed and sank to her knees, coughing up water until she could breath and get to her feet once again.
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Carl had pulled up on the beach, feeling the sun beat down on him. On the way in he passed boats, all floating and avoid of life. They drifted aimlessly with nothing in them. He just puttered along till he reached land. Parking his boat Carl stepped out and grabebd his rifel. He felt he could leave the rest I his supplies here, it was mostly baren. He didn't hear any growlers or any people. The dock was fairly secluded, he was safe for now.
He walked along the dock and whiped the sweat from his brow. It was hot, but not even the middle of the day. He came up to the road, taking a path to the beach. A cruise ship had been tipped over from what he saw coming in. He was hoping he could find supplies stuff washed up from the boat. His rifle clinked on his back.
He came up on the beach, seeing two people. One was a girl, she looked like a mess. The other was a young man, muscular. He was smashing a corpse and checking them. Carl looked on and decided he should alert his presence. The girl seemed harmless, the guy, was up for debate.
"Hey over here," he called out, waving his arms, "over here."
Since when did he have company. He turned around to face the girl who was struggling. He didn't want to help her, but she looked like shit and the last thing he needed was to have to put down another corpse.
So, he waited for her and attempted to help her to the old man that expected him to go over to his location and with a sigh Trevor decided to comply. The beach was barricaded from the sea with all sorts of boats, from the smallest life raft to the biggest cruise ship despite the crack or two that let corpses flow through to the shore.
"What the fuck" He muttered to himself, life for him just changed quick and he probably wasn't going to like it.
Mary Jane's voice wasn't the only one who called out for help, and she painstakingly turned her head to see an older man waving his arms to them. Gratefully accepting the help from the young guy who came back toward her, she smiled with a sigh, "Thank you." Her teeth were chattering slightly from being exposed to the ocean and elements for so long, though the sun was starting to beat down on them from above. She knew she'd warm up soon.
Having been on the cruise ship, Mary Jane had known about the dangers of the walkers, but not the dangers of other living humans. It had never occurred to her that people would just kill each other or not help in each other in times of crises like this. She did, however, truly appreciate Trevor's help, and she tried very hard not to lean on him too much for support. Soon, her legs had stopped wobbling, and she gently pulled away, able to walk on her own.
Upon reaching the older man, she smiled to him and nodded. "Hey there. Are you all right?" She knew it was a silly question considering he probably looked in much better health than she did at this very moment, but she was a selfless kind of person as most nurses are.
"I'm fine," Carl said looking at her, "though i should be asking you that. You're soaked. You should get in some dry clothes, don't want to get sick." He looked at the young man, "in Carl. You know, I didn't even think there was anyone else on this island. But here we are two people." He leaned back on his heels. "So why were in the water? Didn't come from that cruise ship did you? Think there's other survivors on it? Or supplies."
He decided he wouldn't tell them about the main land, no point. If they were survivors like him, who sailed across, then they would know. If not, they would find out later. For now he could use them to survive. It my spund a little cruel or rude, but he wasn't in the best fightinf shape right now. He would be better if they did the fighting.
He looke at the man, "how long you been out here? With all the shouting we might hve conpany. I assume the bodies are a buffet for the growlers. Lined up and dipped in salt water," he said calmly. "And as much as if love to stay, we should keep moving."
"Since the start" He answered, shaking his head in disbelief. Out of all the time this could have happened on the island, it happened two years late. He was almost positive it was two years since the start, right? He wouldn't have expected something like this to happen for a while but here it was in front of him.
He continued to support the woman of whom he didn't even know her name. "Yeah, you guys should." He told them, gently gesturing for the nurse to get off him and take company with the old man. He wasn't the group type and didn't plan on taking them along on his journey because he had all that he needed and he wasn't going to share with two random strangers.
"Weeeeeelllll, here's the thing," Mary Jane stated, "I did come from that cruise ship. I've been on it for two years until someone finally died. Lucky for me, they died while in this harbor, so I jumped ship with a suitcase full of medical supplies. Unfortunately, I didn't have the time to pack clothes, so unless I wrap myself in gauze, I'll be sitting wet until I dry off." She gently pulled away from Trevor with a smile and a soft thank you. She could stand on her own now that the water was out of her lungs and stomach, and the sun warming through her clothes.
Mary Jane looked to Trevor, a small frown marring her salt-stained face, "Shouldn't we stick together? You don't want to be out here all alone, do you?" She couldn't imagine anyone wanting that. "And this man looks nice enough. I think we'd all get along. I'm Mary Jane, by the way. A nurse." She gestured down at the green scrubs she was wearing, " Obviously." She grinned.
Carl looked at the soaking girl and listened to her story. It seemed the guy didn't want to cooperate, but the girl did. He looked at he man, he could feel his gun on his back. The man could be dangerous, maybe it would be better to leave. "Do you have a safe place," he asked, "some place we could go to. Mine was over run. Even if it's just for the night. I have supplies, maybe we can make a trade. What do you want? She's a nurse and I can fish and hunt. Come on."
Carl looked back at the water, "I'm a good guy, I assume you are too. Help an old man out."
He looked back at the girl. "Wait here," he said as he ran off. He came back with a couple of bags. "There's clothes in there. When you get somewhere you can change. They will be a little big, but it will be better than freezing in soaking wet ones." He turned to the young man, "now can you help us? There other supplies in the other bag. If you take us someplace safe, I can part with a few."
Trevor sighed, crossing his arms. "The closest I have to a place of my own right now, is the island." He told them, kicking the sand below him. "There's plenty of buildings for you to pick and choose from. I don't need your supplies, I've been on this island for two years and I've taken what I need, though i'm sure you guys can find some more stores and places to loot."
He then turned to the nurse, Mary Jane. "I'm fine by myself, after all I have been for two years." He said, but something in the back of his mind was just eating at him to accept their offer. "If you want, and this is temporary. I can give you shelter but you will do as I say when we get there" He told them, looking around the beach. "If not, then you'll have to face this dead island by yourself." He clearly wasn't joking, he basically ran the island and he wasn't going to have his plans nor his safety put at risk because of his new 'friends'. Which he hoped wasn't permanent, last thing he needed was more people to take supplies from the island.
Mary Jane gratefully took the clothes Carl brought for her, "Thank you so much." Hugging them to her chest she watched and listened to Trevor. "I'm willing to do that in order to find my land legs again. I'd really appreciate the opportunity to learn to survive here before venturing off on my own. Thank you for the offer."
She rather liked Carl, but the jury was out on Trevor. She couldn't understand why on Earth he was so against being with other people; however, she wasn't about to ask him about it, just grateful he had finally relented.
"It's a big island kid," Carl said looking at him, "I meant do you have a building we can go to. A hotel, shack, garage, anything. To get away from those things, the biting ones. All of us together, going as a group. Saftey in numbers. I mean if not there's a fishing shack just over there. I'll hold up there for now and after I rest I'll find a more secure place. But it would be lots of help of you had a safe place."
He looked at Mary-Jane and let Trevor explain himself. He smiled at the girl to show he was welcome. The girl seemed kind, if the kid wouldn't let them stay he'd go with her someplace else. Two heads were better than one. But Carl really hoped the kid cooperated, he looked strong, and fast, he'd be useful once they got things going.
When Trevor had explained himself Carl nodded as responded. "Eh that's fine. You run the show. As long as it's safe. Short term works for me. I'm an engineer. Maybe I can make my stay worthwhile. What about a car, you have that? I have more supplies that I really don't want to leave. I mean most of it is here, but I have a few fishing items you may be interested in." Carl really hoped the kid wasn't a raider, "I'll get them as we leave. Lead the way kid."
He nodded, the two seemed willing enough. "I've got a Jeep not too far, we'll work something out." He told the old man who seemed to be pretty insistent on staying here which Trevor couldn't believe. The man clearly didn't know what it was like out here especially alone. Trevor had spent hours, days, and weeks trying to entertain himself and keep from breaking his sanity over something so small.
The island was not kind, unfortunately it wasn't well cleaned either. Besides the zombies, you had the occasional wild boar, dog, whatever exotic animal has made it this far through the apocalypse and it was more then likely they were out for your head. Did he want to go about killing someone's pet? No but it had to be done for survival.
He lead them off of the beach and onto the road. The sun was setting, and he heard a crowd of faint moans approaching. It was a hoard, not too far off and once that sun set it would be likely that they'd become zombie food unless they could make their way to a safe place. It was hard to navigate in the dark, especially in Hawaii. He sighed as he spotted a convenience not too far up the road and gestured for them to follow with his hands. He approached the glass door and hoped it would open but to no success. They were stranded unless they could find a way into the store for the night.
Mary Jane followed with her suitcase of medical supplies. She was silent as they walked, and her eyes darted everywhere at every sound. She'd felt safe on the boat for years until that one person died. All hell had broken loose then. Being on land...especially on an island she couldn't exactly escape from...well, she wasn't feeling too confident.
Her head snapped to the right when they got onto the road and the sounds of moaning, loud and milling, caught her attention. Holy. Mother. Of. God. She hurriedly followed Trevor's silent lead to the convenience store and opened the suitcase. She removed a scalpel and twirled it in her fingers before jamming it into the tight seam between the automatic doors. The scalpel was just thin enough to fit and very, very sharp. She drew it slowly down and down until she met resistance. "I'm thinking we could break the lock with this, but I don't have enough arm strength. The scalpel handle is platinum and very sturdy, and the blade itself is obsidian which should be hard and sharp enough to break the lock."
Carl followed along. He made note of the way they went, incase he had to back track. He had left his boat, it had a small amput of fuel in it, not enough to get back to the mainland. He hoped the lack of keys and the small increment of fuel would stop any raiders from picking it apart. After all there had to be more than just his boat on the island.
Carl did grap his other bag from the boat though. He let the two go in frot of him, ran off to grap his rods and tackle box, then ran up to them. His pals jungled and his rifle and rods bumped into each other as he walked. He had more supples then both of them, or so it seemed. That would work for now, he would need it if he was to stay here like he planned. The kid had a jeep, which would be good, if it had fuel.
As they walked Carl could hear the moaning. He wondered how long it would be before he could clear all the dead on the island. It would be able to be done sooner here than on the mainland. If they ran into more people that would help. He couldn't do much, the nurse looked like she couldn't do much either. As the sun set he continued to follow, the groans and moans of the dead in the faint distance.
When the reached the store he looked at the doors. His idea would be just to smash it and then cover the hole with something. It seemed the nurse had another idea though. She ran up with a scalpel and tried to jimmy the lock. He pulled his rifel down and kept it raised up incase they needed it. She said she wasn't strong enough and Carl shook his head.
"Don't look at me. I'm not that strong," he said looking at them, "muscles here should try it. Let him open it. I'll keep watch, you two get that door open."
The sound of a jeep could be heard. Then shots were fired. The sounds of the walkers went silent and there was no sound for a while. Through the trees Jim emerged. He was wearing a cloth over his face, covering his mouth and nose. He held a shot gun an aimed it toward the three people who were trying to break into a building.
He had seen them from the beach, followed them. They had something he needed, the medical bag the nurse had.
"Don't move," he shouted through a muffled mask, "drop the weapons or I'll blow the old man's head." He didt want to, but would if they didn't do what he said. "Come on, let's move."
Mary Jane jerked at the harsh cracks of shots in the air. The scalpel dropped from her nerveless fingers and clattered to the pavement. Bending, she snagged it and turned slowly to face the loud, though muffled voice. Slowly she stood and slid the scalpel into the sleeve of her shirt.
Mary Jane was normally calm in situations where others panicked, but they were medical situations. This was different. A scary man held a shot gun in their direction. Stepping forward, she called out to him. "You told us not to move, and now you're telling us to move. Which is it, and why?" She wasn't being insubordinate, just cautious.
Carl flinched at the frist few sounds of gunfire. "Who the hell is out there now," he asked himself out loud. A man appeared and began shouting muffled orders. He said not to move and to drop the weapons. Carl did just that and set his rifel on the ground. He then raised his hands and looked at the man before him. Mary Jane said something, though he wasn't listening.
Carl stepped toward the man. "Let's put down the gun son. You don't want to shoot us. We'll cooperate. Don't have much to offer, everything we do have is soaking wet, we just washed up. But listen, if you do you're going to shoot an old defenseless man, a cold shivering nurse. Do you really want to do that son. Think about it. Let's all just be calm and we can work this through."
Jim looked at the girl. Was she seriously talking back? "I said I would kill you if you didn't listen, now drop the weapons." The man did and Jim tightened his hip around the gun. The old guy went off on saying that he didn't want to shoot them, which he didnt. He then Said the girl was a nurse. This caught his attention.
"She's a nurse," he asked, "so you can help people, make them better. My friend he's sick he needs medication. You can help, please, that's all I ask." He looked at the woman. "I don't know what's wrong with him, he just won't eat. He's cold, shivering all the time. If you help him you can keep everything you have."
He looked at the old man, "only you as her. The other guy stays. You can be there for her safety, and her to heal. You can come back once this is done, you have my word."
Mary Jane paled as the man threatened her again, and she stepped back until she was pressed against the cold doors of the convenience store. "Yes, I can help people. I don't have much in the way of supplies, but I do know medicine and have experience in caring for the sick and injured." Mostly shuffle board injuries and allergic reactions on the cruise, but she did have a collegiate nurse degree.
Stepping forward with the medical bag firmly in hand, she walked toward the armed man. "I'm Mary Jane. I will do what I can to help your friend." The fact the man wasn't eating was a bad sign and sounded a lot like infection of some sort. "Does he have any wounds anywhere? I don't mean bites, just any sort of wound."
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