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Alastor Engel
Posted: Dec 23 2011, 02:50 AM


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Just outside of Atlanta in the Woods
Late Morning into Early Afternoon
Alastor & Wade

[FIRST POST]

Alastor had woke that morning from a dream-filled slumber above the forest floor, his body resting on the massive branch of an ancient tree. It probably wasn't the best place to sleep, but he had decided he must prefer to risk the chance of falling out of a tree then being food for the living dead who might have crept up on him during the night. The large man sat for awhile, his legs hanging off the side of the tree branch, trying to shake off the anxiety of a troubling night from his body and mind. Once he was able to make sense of the world again, he slipped down, landing in a crouched position with his eyes scanning about for trouble. Luckily there didn't appear to be any walkers or humans in the area to terrorize him. No, he was all alone. Alastor liked being alone yet deep inside him he longed for a companion to share his everything with and be there for him without judgment or cruelty. But in Alastor's world love was not an easy thing to come by nor was he certain if he would ever find it. Besides it was difficult for him to love anyone, everyone in his life that had represented it were either dead or they had used him for their own twisted needs. So he had learned to shut himself off from everyone, withdrawing behind his armor and his rage. It had made it all easier to live in a reality where death and terror was everywhere you go. However, even those who tried to shut themselves off from the world were still affected by it. He pushed those thoughts of love from his brain, they were weak thoughts, he had to focus on strong things which would help him to survive.

His sizable hands lifted up to the tree, pulling his bag down, examining it for damage before throwing it over his heavily broad shoulders. He stalked a path through the woods, his destination was to a lake that he had found from exploring the land which surrounded his so-called property. Once he arrived at the water, he dropped his bag on the shore while his eyes looked about him once more, scouting out the land for possible threats. Alastor was always checking everywhere he went, even though he had been over the same region over and over again. He was taught throughout his life to keep your eyes open, mainly because his Uncle Tim had a bad habit of randomly attacking him. Being vigilant had saved his life more then once before and after the apocalypse. Slowly he lowered himself down onto his knees, dipping his hands into the water, cupping it into them which he threw against his hairless face. The cool water quite refreshing, so much so that Alastor was tempted to take a dip in it. But his thoughts of a swim were suddenly altered when he heard a sound behind him. His hand went instantly to his machete on his belt, drawing it out to hold it in front of him. A low sound of a growl escaped his thick throat as he waited to see what he was sharing his space with.

Wade Taylor
Posted: Dec 26 2011, 11:26 PM



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It had now been 28 days since Wade had found himself in the presence of a group of survivors; 19 days since he had even been in contact with any single person, and it had been 3 days since Wade decided to venture out of the city and into the surrounding bits of wilderness. For months Wade had been walking high within the walls of downtown Atlanta, Georgia. He owned that city, though no one knew it except for the brain sucking monsters who inhabited it, but they were all that mattered in the long run anyhow. Although that's all the walkers were: brain sucking monsters, Wade liked to believe that they all knew who he was; mostly for his own entertainment. Killing walkers was his pride and joy, his hobby, and the love of his life. Zombie movies had always been some of his favorite movies growing up. When the day came that this previously thought fiction apocalypse came to be true, Wade was initially just as freaked out as everyone else. It wasn't until he killed his first zombie outside his house that he realized what a joy it was. Wade spent the first few weeks of the apocalypse playing tower defense with his house, killing zombies as they came along. This soon became boring, however, and Wade decided it was time to move onto bigger and better things, venturing from city to city, having his fun in creatively killing walkers, and then moving onto his next destination. For the past 2 months Wade found himself bunked up in Atlanta, and so far it had been the best city he'd been to. There were so many walkers there, let alone the amazing sites to see, that Wade didn't plan on leaving for a long while. Eventually though, when he realized how long he'd been there, he decided it was time to take a break and headed out of the city and into the woods, just to see what fun he could have. Walkers were bound to venture outside of the city as well, and there had to be a million interesting and new ways to kill them out there.

Wade enjoyed riding solo. He didn't need anyone else, nor did he even want anyone else. The only time he allowed himself to interact and team up with others was when he deemed it completely necessary and to his advantage. The last time he found himself with a group he had been taken a sort of prisoner, but it only took him a couple of days to earn their trust. Wade stuck with them for a couple of weeks in order to take it easy and stock up on food and energy, and then he was off on his own again. As for the 19 days ago that he'd come in contact with another human being, it had only been for a few hours with a dumbass kid who thought he could take on Atlanta by himself. Wade chatted with him for a while before he left the kid in an old apartment building and moved on with his life. Wade didn't care about anyone's well-being beside his own. He was his own person. He took care of himself and preferred to not have to take care of anyone else. This may have been surprising considering his size, but he had absolutely no problem holding his own. Never in his life had he needed anyone else, and never in his life would he plan on it.

Now in the suburbs surrounding Atlanta, Wade was still walking with his chin up. There weren't as many things to kill outside of the city, but he managed. In the mornings he went hunting, killing small animals such as squirrels and rabbits, cooking and eating them. By midday he'd usually killed one or two zombies, usually with his bow or a rock of some sort. His favorite kill so far had been on his second day, when he rigged a few bear traps he'd found, setting them up under the leaves on the ground. It only took about 30 minutes of waiting for a walker to come by, step on one trap, and fall the the ground. As it fell, 5 other traps snapped all over the walkers body, cutting him to pieces, and all Wade had to do was watch and enjoy. It was sick and twisted, but he was very pleased by his kill that day. After a full day of killing, by around 6 o'clock each day, Wade would find himself a tree to climb up into and go to sleep. This was wear his small size came in handy. It was quite easy for Wade to fit on top of a tree branch and go to sleep. It kept him away from walkers, and any other wandering predator. One the morning of the third day, Wade woke up bright and early, packed his things, and started in on his morning hunt for food. It had been a good hour when Wade made his way down to a small creek in the woods, and to his luck and surprise, there was a giant bear like animal drinking from the lake. Wade was thrilled! He slowly made his way over to the water, and put up his bow. Snap. A twig broke under his boot, not 25 feet away from the large beast. Damn. That might have been the worst thing that happened to him all day. He stood in silence, hoping the animal hadn't heard.
Alastor Engel
Posted: Dec 28 2011, 01:36 AM


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Alastor shot to his feet at the sound of the twig breaking under the foot of the raider, his sizable machete resting in his fist. What Wade thought was a bear was suddenly revealed to be in fact a man. If he had only been wearing a hockey mask, he might have been a dead ringer for Jason Voorhees. He was a monstrously large man with a body that definitely looked as strong as the thick frame of any bear. The clothing that clad the monster's powerful frame had certainly looked like they had seen better days. They were dirty and worn like Alastor hadn't cared enough to wash them or himself. His personal hygiene was clearly not a huge concern for the bald giant. How long had he gone without a bath? Maybe a couple weeks? A month? Alastor wasn't exactly sure, but he was certain it had been awhile. However, he cared little for his physical appearance, all that mattered to him currently was survival. He would survive at any cost, even if that meant he had to kill or maim zombies and humans alike. He could certainly do both of those things without much difficulty, considering his impressive size and his instability. Alastor was just about as crazy as one could get in a post-apocalyptic world without having troubles with reality. He had never had any trouble knowing what was real and delusion, it had always been his rage that had been the problem. But in the end, it had been his anger which had kept him alive in the face of the hell the world had become. It also didn't hurt that he was the size of a tank with all the intensity of a blood-thirty warrior ready to slice his enemies to tiny bits.

He stood there by the creek in near silence, save for a low growl emitting from the depths of his throat. His dark eyes fixed themselves on the strange man twenty-five feet from him, his body was so stoic standing there by the water with the massive machete gripped tightly in his hand. Slowly he lowered the blade to his side, but he kept an eye on Wade, clearly not trusting him which considering how things were it was rather understandable. Alastor didn't trust men, it was something he had learned from living with his uncle who stolen most of the confidence he had in his gender. In his mind, men were symbols of cruelty and wickedness. So being a man he had tried in a very twisted way to live up to that view, though sometimes it troubled him because deep down he wanted to be loved and liked by other people. Things just were never easy for the giant man named Alastor Engel. He didn't speak to Wade right away, in fact he appeared to be waiting on him to make the first move so he could judge how he should react to the man.
Wade Taylor
Posted: Jan 2 2012, 09:01 PM



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Wade froze in his tracks as soon as he heard the twig break under his heavy boot. How quickly this situation had already gone down hill. He stood there, still as a statue as the giant bear stood up. It was only then that he realized that this was definitely not a bear at all. As the figure stood, Wade saw something bigger than a bear, and it definitely wasn't dark and hairy like a bear. No, it was an abnormally large, hairless human being. Homo sapien for the win. The man was very tall, probably around seven foot, and full of muscle. The odd thing was, although human, the mad had very odd, animal-like qualities. As Wade stood in awe in front of the monster, he could hear a low growl coming from his throat, and the scowl on his face was more animal than any animal he'd actually ever seen. If Wade had known any better, he probably would have been scared, but this was Wade we're talking about here. In his mind, a man this fucking tall was fucking awesome.

After just a few moments of silence, the awe-struck look on Wade's face became a stupid, cocky smile. "Holy shit. You've got to be fucking kidding me. Has anyone ever told you how fucking HUGE you are, man?" Anyone else would have realized how rude this comment had been, but rude was Wade's middle name. He didn't give a shit what people though. He always said what was on his mind, and at this particular moment, Wade had a lot on his mind. He was probably going to blurt out all of it too, despite the size of the guy, or the equally large machete he had in his right hand. Wade wasn't afraid of shit. He never had been. His personality and attitude was as big, if not bigger than the physical size of the man standing before him. Wade was a pretty small man, standing 5"8', so if he didn't have the large personality that he did, he would have never survived in the normal world, let alone one with brain munching zombies and angry humans.

Wade stepped a little closer to the man, putting his hands up in a surrender when he sensed a little rage and distrust coming his way. "Trust me, I'm not here to hurt anyone. Especially you. You would tear me to pieces. What's your name, brother?" He asked, the excited smile still on his face. He wasn't really sure what to expect as a reply from the large, beastly man. There was a huge range of possibilities, but Wade was prepared for any of them, good or bad. This was going to be interesting.

This post has been edited by Wade Taylor on Jan 2 2012, 10:36 PM
Alastor Engel
Posted: Jan 3 2012, 01:04 AM


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Gently he cocked his bald head to the side when the man abruptly addressed him, but not in the manner he had expected. He had expected some kind of threat towards him, but this man seemed almost happy to see him. Nobody had ever been happy to see him. He furrowed his undefined brow as he lowered his dark gaze to his feet like he were checking out what he was talking about before he finally lifted to meet Wade's eyes. Alastor was not a very talkative man, in fact he hadn't spoke to anyone since leaving Atlanta during the zombie attacks. So when the giant did chose to talk it was a time to stop and listen. However, he decided to answer the first and somewhat rude question by giving him a subtle nod of his head. People had in fact told him that he was huge, but usually it wasn't in a good way like Wade did. No, kids had always asked 'why are you so big?' They had always made it clear that he didn't belong or fit in with the normal kids. Adults hadn't been better. His uncle enjoyed teasing him, calling him all sorts of cruel names while he physically abused him.

So when Wade spoke to him, though a little crude, he seemed to be asking his question in a positive way. It was almost like he thought Alastor was incredible for looking the way he did which intrigued and confused the towering man. Alastor suddenly tensed up once more as Wade came closer, his grip tightening on his weapon, lifting it up while he glared at him. It was very much like approaching a frighten wild beast who was a second from attacking what it viewed as a threat towards him. The mountain of a man was prepared once more for violence, but once more Wade revealed his intentions were more of a positive nature. He watched him intently, even as he reassured him that he wasn't going to hurt him. Alastor was wrestling with trust, should he trust him? Was he telling him the truth? He really wasn't sure, but he was intrigued by the attractive stranger. So he made the choice to lower his machete, taking a careful step of his own towards Wade. The monstrous man then did something quite unexpected, he actually spoke. “Alastor,” he replied in a hushed yet somewhat hoarse whisper, mostly because he hadn't spoken in so long.
Wade Taylor
Posted: Jan 4 2012, 11:49 AM



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Wade chuckled to himself as he waited for the BFG to reply to his swarm of questions. He had to wonder what was going through the guys head. Judging by his size, it wasn't likely that many people ever went up to him without raw fear running through their bodies. Wade on the other hand wasn't scared of much, and had walked right up to him without a second thought as to what might come of him if being blunt were the wrong move. Waiting, Wade cocked his hip out to the side, dropping his bow to his side. When the man finally replied, Wade was surprised by what he heard-- or rather what he didn't hear.

"Alastor," he replied, almost so quietly that Wade couldn't even hear what he had said. How odd it had been. Although he hadn't been exactly sure how the man would react to Wade's bluntness, he definitely wasn't expecting for the bloke to be shy. As a matter of fact, that was the very last thing he had expected. If anything, Wade would have thought the guy would reply with a booming voice, and then threaten his life, or at least be a smart ass right back. But no. Alastor seemed to be one of the most gentle people Wade had ever met since the outbreak started. Most people were rude, defensive, and very territorial when it came to people they didn't know. It seemed that someone Alastor's size should be even more so. But right now he was being almost the exact polar opposite. Now this was ironic.

"Alastor, eh? I'm sorry, I could barely hear you. Why are you so quiet, Alastor? It's not like you Should have anything to be afraid of," Wade started in on the guy. He would probably be considered rude by this man named Alastor, but as always, that was the last thing Wade had on his mind. Without thinking, Wade took a few more steps towards Alastor and looked up to him. Damn. This guy was probably a good foot taller than he was. Maybe even more. Wade was definitely used to every man he came across being taller than he was, but not by this much. Not by a long shot. He took a deep breath as he put his bow over his shoulder, and gave Alastor a few good up-down glances, trying to take in every detail of the guys appearance, just in case there was anything on him Wade should consider a threat. Alastor still had his machete in his hand, but it was down at his side now, and loose in his grip, obviously not at the ready to be used. Aside from that, Wade couldn't see any other weapons on his person. Aside from the man's size and muscle, Wade probably didn't have much to worry about at the moment. He just had to hope he didn't piss the guy off. That though, could be difficult for Wade Taylor to accomplish.

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Alastor Engel
Posted: Jan 6 2012, 12:41 AM


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Alastor frowned at what he believed was a suggestion that he was afraid, he knew he wasn't scared. He just was very awkward around people, mostly because the people he had met in his life hadn't been very kind to him. So when Wade spoke to him, he expected any minute for things to turn ugly and cruel towards him. “I'm not scared... I just don't like people. They only want to hurt you... and in the end they usually do,” he said in a low voice which was spiced with a not so subtle hint of anger. However, none of it truly seemed directed at Wade, it just seemed full of rage over the hand that life had dealt him which had been pretty lousy. When the man took a few steps forward, he instantly thought of taking a couple steps, but he decided he won't because he didn't want to look like he was scared. So he stood his ground, peering down at the much smaller male like he were still trying to figure him out. Alastor felt Wade's looking over him, so in turn he gave him a look over as well. He was definitely smaller then the hairless giant with a much skinnier frame.

One thing that strike him about Wade was his pale face. He was not an ugly man at all, in fact Wade seemed like a really good-looking man. Actually, he had an almost boyish face topped with wild black hair which looked fitting on the pale man. His dark eyes looked down trying to capture the man's gaze, so he could look into his eyes for a reason known only to Alastor. “I don't talk much,” he admitted to Wade, shrugging his broad shoulders before slid the machete back into his holster on his hip. After all the stranger had lowered his bow, so Alastor decided it would be fair to put his weapon away too. Suddenly he did something quite unexpected, he reached out an arm to poke Wade's shoulder, but instead of a threatening gesture, it was like he was playing with him similar to how a child might mischievously poke a friend. “What's your name?” he asked of the man, quite curious about him. This was perhaps the most he had spoken in a long time, usually his body language said a lot more then he did verbally.
Wade Taylor
Posted: Jan 6 2012, 01:41 PM



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"Whoa there. I ain't one for listening to life stories. I don't much care about how awful your fuckin' life is..." Already with the heart wrenching stories and drama? No, this wouldn't do. Wade didn't care about other peoples lives, and he definitely never acted like he did. He took care of himself and only himself. Plus, what was this giant ass guy doing talking about his feelings? This picture was all wrong. A giant teddybear definitely wasn't something Wade needed in his life. No, if he was going to stick around this guy he would need to be tough and scary as shit. Wade wanted to see this guy tear an intruder's head off, not kill them with sob stories. Although his sob story did seem to be filled with and angry tone. Maybe he had hope after all? Although Wade wouldn't want to hear about his problems, a tormented life could possibly be very helpful... as long as it didn't get to the point of depression and stupid decisions. If that were to happen, Alastor would be on his own, left to deal with his own shit. Wade wasn't going to stick around if it meant positions being compromised.

"I don't talk much," Wade then heard the man say. "Yeah, I can tell. And that's alright, because like I said, I don't need to hear your whole life story. Drama is not my thing. A quiet relationship is the best relationship. You're inability to have a long conversation may just be the key." Wade explained to Alastor, again with a hit of rudeness showing in his words. But Wade still had that cocky ass grin on his face. The way that the monster-like human looked at Wade gave no aggressive connotations. It seemed that Alastor may actually like Wade. That was not something Wade was used to. Usually when people first met him they got annoyed with his arrogant attitude and crude comments. Usually he and the people he found himself with only tolerated each other until the purpose of being together had been completed, and then they split as soon as they could. To Wade, Alastor probably wouldn't be any different. On the other hand, the man might actually be useful. Even if he wouldn't hurt a fly, his appearance was enough to scare pathetic, annoying human away. Maybe Wade would keep him around... at least for a little while. The fact that Alastor seemed to be taking a quick liking to him would help out a lot.

"So what are you doing out here? You find any good walkers to kill?" Of course he would have to ask about walkers. Wade hadn't had a truly good kill in days. Not to mention watching Alastor kill a walker could be quite entertaining.
Alastor Engel
Posted: Jan 7 2012, 01:59 AM


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Alastor knew the man was rude, but the ill-mannered words that left his mouth made him
feel as if Wade had just slapped him in the face and doing that certainly was not a good thing, even if it was just with words. The wave of anger that had been directed at the world, suddenly turned on the smaller man. His expression took on a darker look as his nearly black eyes glared at him. He realized that perhaps this man wasn't as trustworthy as he had first thought. Maybe he wasn't his friend after all. A familiar voice of his uncle seemed to whispered into his ear, telling him 'no one will ever be your friend, you're just a freak!' Alastor stared down into the man's face, he was still grinning at him. Why was he grinning? Did he see him as a joke? Did he think he could talk to him any way he wanted to and not fear any consequence? All of this raced through his mind after he tried his awkward attempt at friendship. He felt like it had been spit on, though Wade still seemed interested in a relationship.

“You don't talk to me like that,” he growled in a low but threatening voice, stepping forward so his chest was merely inches from Wade's head. It was clear by his tone that Wade had hit a nerve with the monstrous man. Yes, he had hurt his feelings like so many had done before and he wasn't going to let it happen again if he could. “... you asked a question, I answered,” he didn't lift his voice, in fact he kept his tone in an eerily soft manner as his hand was shaking with rage as he lifted it up. He let his palm fall on Wade's shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. The raider was lucky that Alastor had managed to gather enough control not to grab a hold of his neck and squeeze until he stopped doing anything. He had just given him a warning, letting him know there was danger if he did cross him. The giant's expression changed once more, softening slightly but now there was a even more guarded demeanor about him. “I live out here. I was washing my face,” he replied finally, crouching down at the water once more but his focus was on his bag, pulling his jerky from inside. “Not yet,” Alastor said before he began to eat on his breakfast.
Wade Taylor
Posted: Jan 17 2012, 12:46 PM



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[School has been taking over my life, so this is going to be a sort of short post. Sorry for the absence!]

This man... was a very confusing man. Not only did his species roll seem to be all screwed up, but her personality was also way unstable. Maybe he wouldn't be a good companion for Wade after all. He had no desire to stick around someone who was mentally unstable of any sort, let alone someone that could lash out on him at any minute. What a bipolar Bastard. "Whoa, settle down there," Wade said, completely calm, not moving an inch from where he stood, even when Alastor laid a giant hand on his shoulder. This made no sense to Wade. He hadn't even said anything offensive. Yeah, sure, he wasn't the nicest person in the world, and he'd definitely said some rude things in his day, but all he'd done was tell Alastor he didn't want to hear about his past life. "Yeah, I asked you a question, but that was more of an answer than I needed" He said calmly, looking straight up into Alastor's eyes. Although Wade wasn't even the slightest be afraid, he could tell when his odds were small to none when it came to a fight. Sure, he'd been in plenty of fights that he'd been able to win easily, but it was obvious that the odds in a fight against this giant man would be almost zero.

After the angry interaction came to a close, Wade watched as Alastor sat down and began eating. He walked up next to the man and sat down a good five feet away from him, slinging his bow over his shoulder. He grabbed an arrow off his back, took a cloth out, and began to clean off the tip of it. "That's a shame," He said, not looking up from his work on the arrow.
Alastor Engel
Posted: Jan 22 2012, 09:51 PM


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Alastor had a sudden desire to ring Wade's neck for being so rude to him, he was just so tired of everyone in his life treating him so badly. No one had ever been his friend, only a full life of enemies. So making friends did not come easy to the trouble giant, he saw everyone as a possible threat to him. Slowly he did start to calm down like Wade had instructed, freeing the raider from his grasp. The behemoth said nothing more to him at that moment, he felt he had said all that he wished to say about the matter. Alastor looked down into the smaller male's eyes which seemed just as unwilling to stand down as the man who possessed them. It was a little unnerving how Wade appeared so unafraid of him, even when he let him see his much darker side. Most people would have at least been a little unsettled by the giant's behavior. Heck, even his mere presence would do the trick. But none it was any use against Wade, the man was just fearless.

He gave up and made his way to the bank where he sunk down to sit down. The giant took out his beef jerky which he started to eat in silence. His dark eyes glanced over at Wade as he came over to join him near the water, but kept a distance of five feet between them. The man seemed so disappointed when he told him that he hadn't killed any zombie recently, but he decided to cheer him up a little by sharing with him how he had killed his zombie uncle. “But I killed my uncle when he became a zombie... I cut him into little pieces with an ax. It felt good... I finally made him pay for everything he ever did,” he muttered between bites of his jerky which he was trying to enjoy, though he would must prefer eating a warm meal. However, considering how screwed up the world had become, it didn't look like he was going to get any hot food anytime soon.
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