Night of the Living Dead Survivors

The Night of the Living Dead Survivors are a group of people who tried to survive a zombie outbreak in George Romero's 1968 film, "Night of the Living Dead". There members include Ben, Barbara, Tom, Judy, and Harry Cooper.

Ben is a headstrong black man who appears to be the dominant leader of the group (his being black is notable considering the time period that the film was made in), physically strong and intimidating. He fights off the zombies successfully at both a close range and at a long range, and leads several failed escape attempts, some ending in the deaths of the survivors. He manages to survive the final zombie onslaught by hiding in the basement of the house, but when he cautiously emerges, he is shot dead by members of a roving posse, mistaken for a zombie.

Barbara:  Barbara is all but broken mentally, having just witnessed her brother get killed by an attacking zombie at the cemetary. Upon reaching the house where Ben is hiding, she helps him board up but quickly grows hysterical. Not much of a use in defense, she is quickly overwhelmed once the zombies begin their final, concentrated assault. Harry 

Cooper:  Harry is a balding, middle-aged man who resents Ben's authority and is always at odds with him. Along with the other survivors listed below, he hid in the basement until he was aware of Ben's presence above. He did assist in one escape attempt, throwing molotov cocktails out the upper window in an attempt to keep the zombies at bay. He was killed after attacking Ben, who was forced to shoot him with the Winchester.

Tom:  Tom is an older teenager, big and muscular, who got along well with Ben and tried to keep the peace between him and Harry. Tom was killed early in the film, as during an escape attempt spilled gasoline exploded around his truck while he was driving it. His body was consumed by the zombies and it is implied that he became one of the flesh eaters too.

Judy:  Tom's girlfriend, Judy made attempts to comfort the distraught Barbara, but was killed along with Tom in the gasoline explosion outside the house.

Battle against Dracula's Hunters by El Alamein
Dracula’s Hunters:

Night of the Living Dead Survivors:

“My children, our odyssey is at an end.”

***

“Hey, Harry, mind giving me a hand with these boards?”

“Give me the rifle, Ben, and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

Ben sat down, the Winchester rifle clasped tightly between his hands, the barrel pointing at the ceiling. “Harry, I’m not going to argue with you on this. I don’t know how long it’s going to be until more of those… those things come back.”

Harry Cooper fumed silently, his hands clasped into fists. Loosening one hand, he reached up and rubbed his bald head. He looked down as he sat on the sofa and buried his face in his hands. “I’m about ready to go back into the basement, Ben.”

“You know as well as I do that it’s a death trap!” Ben shouted, holding his arms out in anger. He grunted and put down his foot on the hardwood floor. Pointing the rifle at Harry, he said, “I’m done asking for permission. You’re going to go and board up the windows for me.”

“Come on, now, Ben; let’s try to work this out.” Tom walked into the living room from the kitchen with Judy hugging his arm.

“Harry is beyond reasoning,” Ben muttered, frustrated. “Perhaps you could give us a hand, Tom?”

“What should I do?” Judy asked, looking up at Tom with wide, fearful eyes.

“Go upstairs… Barbara needs looking after,” Tom replied, distracted, looking through one of the unboarded windows. “Hey… I think there are more of those things coming our way.” He walked over and peered through the cracked glass. As Ben looked away, Harry stood up and made for the rifle, but Ben recovered and pulled the gun out of Harry’s hands before he knocked Harry backward onto the floor.

“You watch it,” Ben threatened. “Next time it won’t be a little shove you get. Get back up and board that window. Tom, get your handgun.”

***

“Dr. Van Helsing, there’s a house up ahead!” Red-haired Quincey Morris eagerly plodded up the steep grassy hill, pointing his rifle at an abandoned two-story house. The windows were boarded and the doors blocked up. “We can break in and rest for the night. It looks derelict.” He turned to look back at his group, straggling behind him. “C’mon guys,” he complained, his Texan drawl sneaking back in through his excitement, “let’s get a move on!”

“Miss Mina, how are you feeling?” Professor Van Helsing asked pale Mina Harker, wrapped tightly in a black blanket. His deep eyes showed concern under his thick glasses. He reached up one knobbly finger and pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose, squinting. Jonathan Harker kept one arm tight around his wife and helped her as she stumbled. Coughing, she looked up through sweaty, parted hair, and managed, “I think we need to stop and rest… for the night.”

“The virus is affecting her too greatly for us to carry on,” Van Helsing muttered to Jonathan. “We are stopping for the night.” Jonathan nodded wearily, exhausted.

“Jack!” Quincey shouted from up the hill. “Bring the Colt!”

Dr. Jack Seward, a wiry man with a thick beard growing around his mouth, jogged up as energetically as his American friend had. “Ready, Quincey?” Seward asked, drawing his revolver.

Quincey Morris winked, a twisted smile creeping across his face. He pulled the lever of his rifle down and slid it back into place, a satisfying click-click noise echoing in the open air. “Let’s go and kick down the damn door.”

***

“Aw, hell, Ben, those things are carrying guns!” Tom said frantically, looking away from the window. “We might be in for trouble.”

“Hold it, Tom.” Ben’s response was calm and steady. He kept his steely gaze on Harry as he spoke, continuing, “I think it could be some more normal people. We’ve never seen those things carry weapons before. Don’t go shooting when you don’t need to.”

“What should we do?” Tom asked, anxiety dripping from his voice, looking to Ben for leadership.

“Just keep a low profile,” Ben said. “I don’t know who those people are, but just because they’re not the flesh-eaters don’t mean they’re our friends. Mr. Cooper here is enough of a proof of that.” Harry frowned and sank deeper into the couch cushions, arms folded defiantly.

There was a sudden banging at the door, causing everyone in the room to jump. The wooden frame quivered under the heavy blows. Ben put a finger to his lips and whispered, “Harry, now is not the time for arguing. Upstairs. Molotov cocktails. Now. Tell Judy and Barbara to stay up there. Tom, with me.” Harry stood up and bounded up the stairs two at a time. Tom rushed to the kitchen and ducked behind the doorway, peering out with his revolver ready. Ben ducked behind the sofa and readied his Winchester.

***

“Damn thing won’t budge,” Quincey grunted on the other side of the door.

Dr. Seward stepped forward and planted his boot on the center of the frame in a heavy kick, splintering the door and sending it crashing to the ground. Immediately afterward, Ben fired off a blind shot through the dust kicked up by the falling door, missing, the round whizzing past Quincey.

Yelling, Seward raised his revolver and fired, running into the house. “We’ve got company!” Quincey roared to Van Helsing, who had caught up with the Harkers. Running in, he fired a shot from his Winchester and took cover behind a wall.

Harry Cooper leaned out the upstairs window and caught the Harkers staying outside off-guard with one of his Molotovs. The bottle smashed open on the grass in front of them, flames roaring high into the air. Mina screamed as Jonathan looked up in shock to see Harry readying another explosive cocktail. Jonathan shielded Mina behind him and, backing up, fired a shot from his revolver. Harry ducked back into the upstairs room where Judy and Barbara were hiding.

“What’s going on?” Judy asked, holding Barbara. “I heard gunshots downstairs.”

“There are some people trying to break in by force,” Harry shouted. “Stay here! Judy, make use of the Molotovs.” He stormed out into the upstairs hall and grabbed a claw hammer on a nearby nightstand.

Downstairs, Van Helsing had joined the gunfight. As the vampire hunters forced their way further into the house, Tom tried to retreat, turning and running to the back door. Quincey leveled his rifle and put a round square into his back, dropping him. Tom rolled over onto his side and raised his revolver, firing and putting a round into Quincey’s stomach, between the ribs. Doubling over in pain, Quincey dropped his rifle, and Dr. Seward finished Tom off with a .38 to the chest. 

Ben shouted in anger, but outnumbered, he backed away and tore down the hall to the staircase.

“You’re okay, Quincey!” Dr. Seward mustered, clapping Morris on the back. Quincey staggered to his feet, his hand clamped tight over his wound, spurting blood between his fingers. He managed to pick up his rifle and look down the hall after Ben, who was gone up the stairs.

“Go, go!” Quincey spat, blood flying out from between his teeth. He sat down and coughed violently.

The Harkers stumbled in through the doorway. “There are people upstairs attacking us with firebombs,” Jonathan began. Seeing Quincey injured, he stopped and rushed to his friend. Quincey waved him off, spitting blood. “I’m done for,” he muttered. “Take my rifle. Go! Go!” Jonathan grabbed Quincey’s Winchester and gave him one sympathetic look before walking over to Van Helsing. “Who else is hurt?”

“Thank God no one else, Friend Jonathan,” Van Helsing said. “We killed one of the enemies, but lament! For not before Friend Quincey was shot! The rest are upstairs!”

***

Ben scrambled up the stairs after Tom’s death, shocked and terrified at these invaders. His Winchester slipped from his hands at the top of the stairs, and Harry Cooper pounced, snatching up the rifle in a second. “Harry, please,” Ben began to beg, but the angry older man swung the claw hammer down on Ben’s forehead. Ben sidestepped and slammed the butt of the rifle into Harry’s chest before he fired point-blank into the angry Cooper’s stomach. Harry dropped the hammer, stunned, and tottered down the stairs, one long stream of blood running down the walls. 

“Ben?” Judy’s voice came from the bedroom.

“Judy!” Ben shouted back, rushing to the room.

“Where’s Tom…” Judy began, but Ben’s expression silenced her and she fell back on the bed, ashen-faced. Ben stepped forward and put his hand on her shoulder.

“We don’t have time for this now,” Ben said. “There’s a whole group of invaders down there, and they’ve already opened fire on us. You need to be prepared to defend us too.”

Judy nodded miserably, looking across the small, dark room. Resting against the wall opposite was a wooden board with nails in it. Barbara shook violently as Judy got up and grabbed the plank. Ben nodded and rushed out into the hall, waiting.

***

Quincey Morris gave one final breath and died. Mina Harker sat next to his body weeping, but the men had gone up the stairs after Ben, past Harry’s body.

“That’s the one who was throwing firebombs at us,” Jonathan muttered.

“Careful,” Van Helsing whispered. “They’re likely waiting for us up the stairs.”

Dr. Seward crept up with his revolver, pointing it outward as he ascended. The upstairs hallway was quiet, but once Seward showed his head, the click-click of Ben’s Winchester was heard moments before Seward staggered back into the wall, his brains mushroomed out in the hallway. 

“Jack!” shouted Jonathan. Enraged, he pulled out his Kukri and leaped into the hallway as Ben, startled, tried to work the lever. As Harker closed the distance, Ben shoved the rifle up into his opponent’s face and knocked him back. Ben held his claw hammer out in front of him, painfully aware of how short his weapon was compared to Harker’s massive knife. Jonathan stepped forward and with one mighty slash cut Ben’s arm through his sleeve. Falling back, Ben roared in anger and recovered, twirling the hammer in his hand menacingly. Harker maintained eye contact and slowly approached his foe, waiting for him to move. Ben swung the hammer down and landed a heavy blow on Harker’s shoulder, but Jonathan grabbed his fighting arm and plunged the Kukri into his stomach. Ben shouted in pain and slumped over to the ground, his leg shaking uncontrollably. Harker pulled the knife out and with a second swing decapitated the zombie slayer, sending his head rolling off his shoulders to fall in his lap. 

“Come on!” Harker shouted. “It’s clear!” Van Helsing started up the stairs with Seward’s revolver, carefully reloading a bullet in each of the cylinder’s empty slots. “There’s just one room down the hall, and we’ll have cleared the whole house.”

Mina's voice carried shakily up the stairs through her sobs. "Jonathan? Are you okay?"

Harker looked at Van Helsing, who kept a grim face and put a finger to his lips. Taking a deep breath, Harker leaped into the room and pointed his rifle up at Barbara, sitting stunned on the bed, only to have Judy step forward and swing her nailed board up, disarming Harker. Jonathan stumbled back and hit the wall as Judy raised the board high over her head. She slammed the board down but Harker rolled aside and the nails embedded themselves into the wall. Judy struggled to pull the board out, and in her battle frenzy she tore the improvised weapon out and made a second desperate swing, eager to avenge her boyfriend's death. Van Helsing stepped into the room as Jonathan Harker hacked with his Kukri, slicing off the top of the wooden board. Judy kicked Harker in the stomach and he dropped his knife, the weapon skittering across the floor to rest in the corner, the blade glimmering in the dying sunlight.

Judy and Harker locked eyes for the briefest of moments before the zombie slayer threw the board aside and made a desperate dive for the Kukri, scooping it up in a triumphant moment of elation. Her victory was short-lived, though, as Harker had picked up her wooden board and brought the nails home into the back of her head. Judy dropped the knife as quickly as she had picked it up, and knees buckling, collapsed in a bloody heap to the floor. Van Helsing looked over at Barbara and pointed his revolver at her. "She's harmless..." Jonathan muttered, slumping onto the floor, exhausted.

Mina appeared in the doorway, soaked in blood. Van Helsing looked away from Barbara and rushed over to help her into the room. "Miss Mina!" he exclaimed, concerned. "Are you hurt?"

Mina's eyes frantically roved the room until they rested on Jonathan, who stood up and walked over, putting his arm around her. "You're okay..." Mina breathed.

Van Helsing repeated his question more forcefully to snap Mina to her senses.

"Oh... of course..." Mina replied, dreamily. "It's... it's not my blood." Suddenly, coming around, she sat upright and burst into tears. "Poor Dr. Seward's down there, dead!" Jonathan miserably patted her shoulder, staring off into the distance.

Van Helsing looked up at Barbara again, who stared at him incomprehensibly. "Are you the men Ben was waiting for?" she muttered, rocking back and forth. "Ben was waiting for some men, was he waiting for you?"

"There is no hope for those who have lost their minds," Van Helsing choked. He pulled the hammer back on his revolver and pointed it at Barbara's forehead. A tear slipped out of the corner of his eye and trickled down his rough face, disappearing into his beard. "My child..." he managed, crying openly, "I do this out of love." He fired the revolver into Barbara's head and the broken woman was instantly at peace. 

Van Helsing looked down and over at the Harkers. Out the window he could see a band of gypsies driving a wagon loaded with a coffin. They were approaching the house as quickly as they could, before the pink sunlight faded into blue-gray nightmarish darkness.

"My children, our odyssey is at an end."

Expert's opinion
Dracula's Hunters triumphed in this fight thanks to their teamwork and ability to create working combat tactics against competent foes. The Night of the Living Dead Survivors weren't able to function well together, and ultimately were overwhelmed by hordes of mindless zombies, while the Dracula Hunters were able to defeat their foe and end their fight in victory. Combine this with the superior close-ranged weapons of the Dracula Hunters, and the vampire slayers took a landslide triumph in this rematch of sorts against their zombie-killing foes.

Battle against Mughal War Elephants by GSFB
NOTLDS:

Mughal War Elephants:

It had been hours since Ben and Barbara met and discovered the two story home in the back woods, and thirty minutes since meating the other survivors downstairs from the cellar. Ben had had most of them hammering boards onto the windows and getting weapons and other esentials necessary to outlast the night, and the ghouls that shuffled about. He had killed so many he was nauseous, hating to shoot things that were once human, once beings with souls. He looked out a gap in a window's defence, aiming his recently reloaded winchester at the night, while six bodies lie dead below the window, each with bullet holes in their skulls.

Suddenly, they heard a cacophony.

"What's that?" Harry Cooper said, edging towards the cellar.

"Those things are attacking something, sounds like

"An elephant!" Tom, the short yet muscular teenager said. He aimed a revovler outside anothe gap in the boards.

"Must have got out of the Zoo over in Williby. That's all we need, a whole bunch of big wild animals running loose in the woods!" Ben said.

"Wait...that's gunfire too." Henry Cooper said. Barbara remained catatonic, looking around yet mindless, speechless. The Gunshots were followed by more elephant trumpeting, and shouts in a language none could understand.

Strangely, the moans of the ghouls outside were becoming less and less. What was once a great horde of sickly wails became no more.

"Must have crushed them all." Ben said.

"It would be hard for them to take a bite out of them; I read that elephant's can have inch thick skin in some parts. Those things had no chance."

"Don't underestimate them; they have sheer numbers. More will come." Ben said,

"I think we need to reconsider the cellar, fellas!" Cooper said. Ben ignored him.

"Tom, why don't you-

"Guys, I thought I had seen it all, till now."

"What?" Ben said. Tom motioned him and cooper to come to him and look out.

Standing between two old trees, under the full moonlight, was an elephant decked out in bright yellow metallic armor, with two small dark complected men riding it. The elephant branded a large chain at the end of its trunk, and its tusks had blades on the ends. The elephant trumpeted, rearing up and then slamming down, shaking the earth with its 5-ton bulk.

"Good gosh! That's it, we go to the cellar-

"And get trapped inside when it caves this old house in? Think, Cooper!" Ben said.

"Guys, its heading straight towards us!"

"Cooper: animals are afraid of fire; get jars and anything you need to make some cocktails.

"...Cocktails?"

"Molotov Cocktails! And hurry it up!"

Suddenly a bullet passed through one of the boards. Ben looked through the gap and saw that one of the riders, the one on the back of the elephant, was reloading his gun. The Mahout was firing arrows at the house. Ben fired back, hkilling the rider on the back and hitting the Mahout in the shoulder. The ekephant was hit in the side of the head, the bullet piercing its plate and mail armor. The elephant became enraged, and ran faster.

Harry Cooper snapped out of his daze and headed upstairs. Ben and Tom unloaded their bullets onto the beast, but it only enraged it further. Ben and Tom ran back before it smashed into the house. It whirled its chains with its trunk, smashing more of the dining room. Barbara had no time duck; her head disentigrated with a blow of the trunk and chains .

While Ben kept firing, Tom, having no bullets left, picked up a nailboard and struck the trunk of the animal, drawing blood. The trunk wrapped around his waist and squeezed, sending blood gushing from his mouth, ears and nostrils. As Ben cussed, Judy, Tom girlfriend, ran to Tom, wrapping her arms around him, trying to get the trunk off. But the elephant grabbed her too, pulling them outside to be crushed underfoot

Harry Cooper, meanwhile, made several cocktails and threw them at the beast. The Mahout was engulfed in flame, which spread over the elephant. Henry threw three of them at the elephant before it stopped its attack and turned to flee .

"We got it!" Harry said.

Suddenly a trumpeting was heard behind the house, on the other side. Both Ben and Harry turned to it, thinking the same thing: there's more than one...

Both Ben and Harry ran to the side of the house where the trumpeting was heard. Before they could act, the elephant struck the house with a spiked ball and chain attatched to its trunk. Then  it reared, pressing onto the house with its weight and strength. Ben fired from a nearby boarded up window, but had to reload before he could hit the elephant a third time. Harry above opened a window and prepared to throw his last cocktail, but the sound of the window opening alerted the mahout and the warrior on the elephant's back. Before he could throw the cocktail the mahout shot him with a hand musket, and the warrior shot three arrows into his midsection. Harry, wide eyed, fell from the house, the cocktail caught on the roof without being lit .

Ben meanwhile opened up again on the elephant. The animal responded with would strikes of its mace, and eventually hit Ben on his right arm, sending him flying out of the house. Bleeding and wounded beyond hope of surviving, Ben coughed, and tried to reach for his winchester. The elephant, however, turned and knocked the gun away with a blow of its trunk. Then the animal took a hold of the valiant survivors, raised him up with its trunk, and slashed him to pieces with its tusk swords, leaving several crimson pieces

Turning back, the elephant reared up and pressed itself against the house. The House eventually collapsed.

Inside the cellar, Harry's wife kept trying to open the cellar door, but the downed roof pressed against it. As she ran back down stairs she noticed that her daughter, having been sick, was absent from her makeshift sick bead. She looked around and called for her, only to see her corpse, animated and heading towards her, feeling hungry.

"Oh, my poor baby, Not you, not you!!"

The last thing she ever saw was the little girl reaching out to her, her eyes obvious in intent

Looking around, seeing that their victory is assured, the Mughals roar.

"For the Mughal Empire!!" they cry

All around them, however, the sudden rise in countless undead moans silenced the warriors, replacing their joy with fear...

Battle against [[Walking Dead Gang (Telltale Games) by Affectos
'' Three months passed between ‘A New Day’ and ‘Starved for Help’. During those months, the Walking Dead Gang was desperate for survival…even if they had to leave Macon on occasion for supplies… ''

 Lily loaded her Winchester 70 as the RV rolled across the countryside, “I don’t like it…we’re too far from the motor inn. Kenny, turn back.”

 Kenny glanced back at her from the driver’s seat, “You know as well as anyone Lily that Macon is running out of supplies. We’ve just about cleaned out the drugstore and there nothing left anywhere else.”

 Carley nodded from the passenger’s seat, “Not to mention the place is overrun by more and more Walkers every day. It’s all the more reason why we have to leave. “ Lily began to stand up, but Lee cut in.

 “Not now Lily, we can argue about this later.” Lee set his fire axe down on the RV’s table as he sat down, “But Kenny does have a point, we’ve pretty much cleaned out the drugstore and supplies are few and far between. We need to start looking in other places.”  Lily sighed in reluctant agreement.

 “What’s that over there?” Carley glanced at the large farmhouse that was coming over the hill, “It’s...a farmhouse. There might be supplies in there.”

 Kenny shrugged as he looked at the house, “It’s as good a shot as any...”



 “For the last time Harry, the answer is no!”

 “You’re making a mistake Ben. Don’t make me take it from you.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Ben, Barbra, Harry, Tom, and Judy had been stuck in the house for over a week now, and tempers weren’t getting any calmer. Between Harry’s temper and Barbra’s state of mind, Ben was looking for anyway to get out of this house.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> “I’m about ready to go back into the basement.” Harry said as he sat down onto the couch, fuming to himself.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Ben glared at him, “You know as well as I do that’s a deathtrap. Now give me a hand with the boards. Who knows when those things will come back.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> “I’ve said it before,” Harry said looking up, “Just give me the damn rifle and we have a deal.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Tom and Judy walked in holding to one another. Glancing at Ben, Tom spoke up, “Ben, is there anything that we can do to help?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Harry huffed from the couch, “Unless you can get us the hell out of here, then forget it.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Ben glared at Harry as he handed Tom a hammer, “You can help me re-enforce the doors. If even one of those things manages to make inside…” but before he could finish, the sound of an engine reached the ears of the survivors, cutting him short.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> “What’s that?” Judy ran to the window facing the road and peeked through the cracks, “Ben! Ben, you’re going to want to see this…”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Rushing to the window, Ben looked through the boards to see an RV park neaby the farmhouse. There were still other survivors out there, and they had transportation”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> “This could be our way out of here…” Ben announced to the others, “There’s a group of more survivors with an RV.”  By this point, all four of them were looking out at it as four people exited the vehicle each of them armed with weapons.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> “Damnit…” Ben muttered under his breath, “They’re armed…okay, if we don’t threaten them, maybe-“

<p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;margin-bottom:0.0001pt;padding:0in;text-indent:0.5in;"> “Forget that Ben,” Harry said as he bolted for the rifle that Ben had left by the fireplace, “None of your plans have worked, and I’m not willing to go through with another of your plans. I say we take the damn RV and get the hell out of here!” Ben turned to go after him, but Harry leveled the Winchester with him, “Don’t try to stop me Ben. We’re getting out of here.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;">                 “This had better be worth it…” Lily said as she stuck a hatchet into a belt loop, “Let’s just search the place and get out of here.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;">                 As far as Lee could see, there was no sign of life in the boarded-up farmhouse, but something didn’t feel right, why board up the house if you were going to abandon it?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;">                 “Lee,” Carley walked up alongside, gazing at the house as well, “We should check it out, maybe there’s food and supplies inside.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;">                 Lee smiled at her, “What about batteries? Think you’ll be able to handle those?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;">                 Carley turned to him, “Really? You’re not going to drop it, are you?”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;">                 “Hell ya!” Lee and Carley turned to see Kenny by the barn, working an old-fashioned gas pump, “There’s still fuel in here! Enough to get us to Savannah!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;">                 Lily shot him a cold glare from the RV, “We are not going to Savannah. We are fine where we are at the motor inn.”  She looked at Lee for a response, “Right Lee?”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;">                 Lee was about to open his mouth when a gunshot rang out, hitting the side of the RV, barely missing Lily, “What the hell?” he and Carley ran behind the RV for cover as Kenny crouched behind the fuel pump.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;">                 Carley pulled out her Beretta pistol as she peeked around the hood, “I guess this place isn’t as abandoned as we thought…” she fired off a round towards the house, but only hit the siding.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;">                 Lily aimed through her scope the balding man who was shooting at them from the bottom floor of the house, “My turn.”  With a pull of her trigger, the man was thrown away from the window. (-1 NotLD)

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;">                 Ben watched as Harry got shot in the head as the rifle clattered to the floor, “Damn it Harry…” he looked at Judy and Tom, “Tom, get the revolver from the desk. Judy, go upstairs and start throwing Molotov’s at them. Who knows how willing they are to kill.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;">                 Lee crept out from behind the RV as Kenny stood up, “Are they trying to kill us? Every Walker within half a mile are most likely headed here as we speak.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Carley glanced up at Lily as she re-cocked the rifle, “Was it just him? Or were there more?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> “No, there were a few more inside, but they don’t look too well armed.” Lily said as she climbed down from the ladder, “We could take this place if we wanted.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Carley shrugged as she walked over to her, “Maybe we could reason with them, get some gas and supplies and leave.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Kenny shook his head as he picked up his rifle that he had rested up against the gas pump, “No way Carley, if these people want a war, then they’ll get one.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> As he went to prime his rifle, a Molotov came flying out of one of the upper windows and crashed right next to Kenny, setting not only him ablaze, but also causing the entire gas pump to explode, throwing the others away. (-1 WDG )

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> “KENNY!” Lee yelled as he watched the fire billow up from the earth. Another Molotov came flying out again, but the aim was off, hitting off to the right of the last throw, setting the barn on fire.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Carely shook her head in disbelief, “Oh God…who are these people?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Lily took up her rifle, “Whoever they are, they’re going to regret attacking us…we’re going in.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> As they cautiously approached the house, a single shot rang out from inside, but hit one of the boards blockading the window. Reaching the door, Lee swung and landed a hefty blow to the door, cracking it enough for Lee to kick it in.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Breaking in, their attention was drawn to a female voice coming down the steps, “Ben, I’m out of molo-“ two bullets from Carley’s Beretta found her chest, causing her to tumble down the steps. (-1 NotLD).

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Lee gave her an approving nod, but as she returned his smile, several shots rang out as Carley collapsed to the floor as the blood drained from her head. (-1 WDG ).

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Lee and Lily Dove for cover behind the couch as another shot rang out over their heads. Lily blindly fired the Winchester over the couch, but hit the doorframe that Tom was hiding behind. Tom tried to fire again, but heard the infamous click of the empty gun.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Taking her chance, Lily tossed the Winchester aside and pulled out the hatchet as she charged Tom. Lee tried to yell after her, but Lily reached Tom first, striking the hatchet into his neck, dropping him to the ground. (-1 NotLD)

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> As she stood back up, a hammer came from the other side of the door, frame colliding with her skull, sending her sprawled on the ground. (-1 WDG )

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Lee jumped up with the fire axe still in hand as Ben entered the door way with the bloody hammer in hand, “Just leave, I don’t want to have to do this. No one else has to get hurt.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Lee shook his head, “You should’ve thought about that before you began shooting at us!”  With a great heave, Lee swung the axe down at Ben, but he jumped out of the way as it crashed into the floor, trapping it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> Realizing that he had dropped the hammer, Ben quickly grabbed a nearby board and swung it at Lee, knocking him to the floor, dazed.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;"> As the world came into focus, Lee saw the other man going for the hammer he had dropped. Quickly pulling out the butcher cleaver from his belt, he quickly got up and dove for him, hacking the blade into Ben’s back, causing him to recoil in pain. Lee then shoved him to the ground and planted the cleaver in his head, finishing him off. (-1 NotLD)

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:1em;margin-bottom:0.0001pt;"> Lee knew he had to keep moving in spite of the deaths of his friends. Gathering up all the food and supplies he could find on the bottom floor, he headed upstairs to see what else he could find.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;">                 As he reached the top landing, he heard a soft sobbing from one of the rooms. Following it with his cleaver ready, he cautiously opened a door to find a blonde woman sitting on the floor, crying.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;">                 As he walked up to her, she looked up at him, “You…you’re not Ben…Who are you?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-align:center;"><span style="color:rgb(255,192,0);">Y:   “I’m sorry…” [Kill Barbra]

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-align:center;"><span style="color:rgb(0,112,192);">X:   “  I’m here to take you somewhere safe.” [Save Barbra]

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-align:center;text-indent:0.5in;"> B:   “  Ben isn’t coming back…” [Leave Barbra]

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;text-align:center;"><span style="color:rgb(0,176,80);">A:   … [Stand There]

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Expert's opinon
"The dead don't kill their own...It's the living you should be afraid of..."

The crazy lady said it best, in the zombie apocalypse, the team that works together the best is going to survive the longest. In addition to having more modern weaponry, Lily and Kenny weren't fully at each other's throats yet, it was Kenny's (and possibly Lee's) choice to kill Larry that drove the wedge between the two of them. <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;text-indent:0.5in;text-align:center;">

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