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Zombehs //Dean// Jan 8, 2015 15:25:52 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy Wilson on Jan 8, 2015 15:25:52 GMT -5

Teddy glared down the scope of her sniper rifle as she was nested above an abandoned building's rooftop. She had to fight these dead fuckers left and right. The past few years had changed her tremendously. She wasn't the shy and quiet bookworm anymore... she was now a fierce survivor, who had no time to read or chat with anybody. She was here to kill, and she did that well enough. Another Croat had come around the corner from a road of shops. Teddy aimed and shot directly into its head, her eyes unblinking as the sniper rifle fired the bullet straight through the Croat's brain. "Gotcha." She muttered with a light growl from the throat.

Her eyes kept drained down the scope of her rifle, her aim moving from side to side as she surveyed the area. She wasn't going to take any chances, so being on the top of this abandoned building was a chance she was willing to take. Other snipers could easily kill her and so could Croats if they were intelligent enough to get up the stairs and through the boarded roof exit - which Teddy boarded up herself.

There was a figure that came around the corner near the trashed up toy shop, but her eyes couldn't register whether it was a Croat or not. She realized the thing was running, looking back a few times. It was a survivor and they didn't look bit or injured; so she took the chance. She let the person pass her line of sight as soon as a group of Croats came around, chasing the male figure. "Motherfuckers." She muttered as she glared down the scope and fired multiple times, downing three out of the five that had come into sight.

Teddy shot up to her feet, strapping her sniper rifle onto her back as she picked up her dual pistols and went down the fire escape on the side of the building. It wasn't too tall but it was tall enough for her sniper skills to come into play. She dropped down off the ladder and she raised her pistols, firing at the two remaining Croats that had survived her sniper attack. She killed them with skilled head shots and that was all thanks to her training as a Hunter by her father. 'I'll thank him later...' She thought before turning to go and find the male figure that had been running away.
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Zombehs //Dean// Jan 8, 2015 15:52:08 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 8, 2015 15:52:08 GMT -5

Dean had gone to sleep in 2009. And woken up in 2014. If that wasn't enough to spook the hell out of him, he then had to go and find out that angels were the reason for his little back to the future adventure. Or rather, one angel. Zachariah to be more specific. Dean hadn't ever really taken a liking to him and this little stunt was not helping matters. "Three days" Zachariah had informed him. They were giving him three days to try and survive in a burning, crumbling world that was apparently all his fault. By refusing to say yes to Michael, he was damning the earth. Wonderful.

And if all that wasn't bad enough...which it was...the argument he'd had with Sam was still weighing heavily on his mind. Some of the things he'd said, particularly the part about not trusting him anymore, were rattling around in his head like a box of loose marbles. If something were to happen to him in this newfangled five-year-in-the-future wasteland, his brother would have no closure. And more than that would have to live out his days thinking Dean hated him for what he'd done in going off with Ruby and inadvertently starting the apocalypse. Which he didn't. He just wasn't sure they could ever be the way they were again. And sure, maybe they'd be able to fix things but to do that...Dean was going to have to get back to his own year.

Dean heaved a sigh of exhaustion and ran a hand over his face as he walked along the deserted streets, trying to orient himself and come up with a game plan. Zachariah hadn't said exactly what was happening to the earth that was causing so much panic and distress so he had to be ready for anything. And then he rounded a corner and stopped short. He'd reached a dead end, but that wasn't what was causing his heart to start beating faster or his feet to start slowly backpedaling. No. The causes for those reactions were the half a dozen muscular men fighting over the corpse of a seventh man. Their eyes were bloodshot in a very familiar way. Coupled with their sudden cannibalism, and the spray painted word 'Croatoan' on the bricks behind them, Dean suddenly had a very very good idea of what was happening to the planet. "Crap." He took a final step backwards and then abandoned all pretenses and began to run.

Fast.

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Zombehs //Dean// Jan 8, 2015 16:01:00 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy Wilson on Jan 8, 2015 16:01:00 GMT -5

Teddy had just missed the clueless male that had run out of the alleyway she began to run down, she was chasing a male figure who had looked frightened only minutes before. She looked down to the dead end, only to see the man she hoped to save, all mangled and being currently devoured by Croats. Her eyes widened once one of them saw her. "Fuck my life." She muttered before turning and running as fast as she could. "Fucking Croats." She muttered as she got her pistols to the ready, hoping to outsmart the bastards so she could get somewhere safe to get rid of 'em all.

Teddy twisted round to shoot behind her while she ran down the abandoned, rotting streets. She got one of the seven that had also been alerted by the one who had unfortunately spotted Teddy's presence. Six to go. And Teddy was running out of straight road. She turned only to meet a male running ahead of her. He looked somewhat familiar but she was unsure of herself. It was almost like deja vu... but not in a good way.

"Hey! Mate!" She shouted, with her heavy Londoner accent, after the man running a few meters ahead; just before twisting round and shooting with her dual pistols, knocking two more of the chasing Croats down. Four to go. It was getting a little easier but Teddy had to be good at this or she'd be dead by now. That was the cruel facts of this rotting world...

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Zombehs //Dean// Jan 8, 2015 16:15:32 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 8, 2015 16:15:32 GMT -5

Dean had been flat out sprinting for his life for about ten minutes when he heard someone shouting at him. It didn't sound like a croat wanting to eat his face so he slowed a milometer, glancing over one shoulder. A tall blond haired girl, waving around pistols and shooting down the attacking croats seemed to be the source of the noise. One of the croats she'd shot dropped to the ground and a pistol toppled from a holster on its belt. Dean took a risk, doubled back, grabbed up the fallen gun and plugged the final croat in the head just before it reached them. Breathing deeply, Dean faced the girl.

The way she'd been firing and running told him a lot. She'd been around this type of thing for awhile now. Of course, Dean had to keep reminding himself that everyone except for him had been around this type of thing for awhile now. He hadn't gotten an exact date from the evasively smug Zachariah but from the way he'd been talking it sounded as though this had been going on for at least a year maybe more by now. But still. She seemed like maybe she'd have some answers.

"We need to talk."

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Zombehs //Dean// Jan 8, 2015 16:22:48 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy Wilson on Jan 8, 2015 16:22:48 GMT -5

Teddy gunned down one more but the last one was shot down before she could even process it. She hadn't seen the guy - whom she recognized from somewhere - get the pistol that had fallen from one of the Croats; and now the two of them were breathing heavily. Running was still not a thing Teddy was fit enough to do...

"No shit, Sherlock. Now, tell me... who are you and what the fuck are you doing out here all alone?" She questioned, an eyebrow raised as she put her pistols into their holsters on her jeans and she crossed her arms over her plaid shirt. "And without weapons too? I mean, you running out alone for starters is a bad thing... but without guns? Are you seriously trying to die out here?!" She glared at him, peeved at him for doing something so life threatening and stupid... it reminded her of years ago, when she'd hunt and be put in many life threatening situations... but even then, she was also angry he had given her the feeling of deja vu.

She hated that feeling.

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Zombehs //Dean// Jan 8, 2015 16:40:58 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 8, 2015 16:40:58 GMT -5

Dean blinked, taken aback by the hostile nature she was using when speaking to him. Was everyone this angry and bitter in 2014? He supposed constantly running for your life from a massive demonic plague might do that to a population. "My name's Dean" he began slowly, slipping the gun into an inner jacket pocket for later use. It wasn't like he could use his own, seeing as how it was still under his pillow back in 2009. And all the extras and the rest of his weapons arsenal were still safely locked away in the Impala's trunk...also in 2009. So the borrowed croat gun was going to have to do for now.

Dean glanced covertly up and down the once again deserted street. "Maybe we should move" he suggested, ignoring her hopefully rhetorical question about him wanting to die. He also wasn't sure about how to approach the question about why he was out in the streets alone to begin with. "I'm looking for the angel that sent me here from 2009 so I can stab him in his freaking face" just didn't seem to be the best way to start a conversation with someone. Not that Dean had ever really worried about that kind of thing before.

But now seemed like a good time to start.

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Zombehs //Dean// Jan 8, 2015 16:49:05 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy Wilson on Jan 8, 2015 16:49:05 GMT -5

Teddy nodded lightly once the male called himself Dean. She felt a little calmer and now her breathing was more even as she replied with: "My name is Teddy." She said softly before her eyes wandered up and down the abandoned, rotting rubble of what was a busy city. "Right, of course." She muttered before walking off with Dean.

Her eyes wandered over to his form. He still seemed familiar but there was no denying he was good-looking. If she did remember him from her past, she wondered if they ever became friends. She pondered it for a second or two. "What's your last name?" She asked with curiosity filling her tone of voice. "I feel like I've seen you before... like... deja vu?"

Her eyes wandered up and down his form for a second time before she walked down the abandoned street, glancing around, checking for any Croats that were wandering about aimlessly.

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Zombehs //Dean// Jan 8, 2015 17:00:58 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 8, 2015 17:00:58 GMT -5

They moved off together, stepping over a dead body here and there, stepping through piles of rubble and debris almost everywhere. It was hard to believe this was once Detroit. Not being too familiar with the city, even before its croatoan outbreak, Dean wasn't sure where a safe place to hide was. But he did know that if he could get to any car with a halfway decent motor, he could get them the hell out out of there and hightail it to Bobby's in South Dakota. Bobby might be able to help.

"Winchester" he replied distractedly when she asked for his last name, still scouring the immediate area for a car. Or anything with wheels really. Her follow-up comment about feeling like she'd seen him before elicited the ghost of a smile from Dean. She'd probably seen him a few years ago on television, what with being wanted for murder and escaping prison and such. But all he said aloud was, "interesting." Followed by an alarmed, "duck!!" A rogue croat was barreling straight at her. Dean whipped the pistol free of his inner jacket pocket, cocked it, and fired an expertly placed shot that landed squarely in the croat's skull.

Dean kept his gun out after that.

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Zombehs //Dean// Jan 8, 2015 17:08:42 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy Wilson on Jan 8, 2015 17:08:42 GMT -5

"Winchester 'ey? I'm a Wilson." She smirked confidently. The Wilsons were a well-known hunting group in England, specifically for Vampire hunting. They had a lot of knowledge when it came to killing of the Vampires but other supernatural creatures weren't their specialty. But they handled them well enough. London was littered with the damn fanged beasts and Teddy was brought up fighting for her life against them. All thanks to her family being hunters...

When she heard 'duck' she blinked but her mind quickly processed what was going on, so she did duck; just in time for the bullet shot from Dean's pistol to embed in the Croat's head. She got her dual pistols out and looked to Dean. "Thanks." She said with a smile of relief and gratefulness. "You're a good shot. You Winchesters are known for that, and other stuff, I suppose." She said softly, her eyes scanning the area more carefully this time as she continued forward. "I need my motorbike... I parked it not that far from here."

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Zombehs //Dean// Jan 8, 2015 17:29:35 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 8, 2015 17:29:35 GMT -5

Dean gave a modest shrug at her appreciation and compliment. "You're welcome." Every one of his five senses was on red alert as they picked up speed, desperate to get someplace safe in a relatively short time span before more croats realized two walking, talking, value meals were on the loose. When Teddy mentioned having a motorbike, Dean raised an eyebrow. "You think the croats have got to it yet?" Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, his eyes had landed on a sleek black motorbike just up ahead, untouched. "Nevermind." As far as he could see it only sat one person, and besides, he was more of a car person, especially since he assumed she'd want to drive and he was very much a lover of being the one driving. Sam was the only one who ever could manage to get him to give up the wheel for a bit.

You would think with the world being overrun with croats, he might put aside that little issue of his, but there were some things Dean was very stubborn about. Ok, a lot of things.

And fortunately, it seemed he wouldn't have to give in to riding on a motorbike behind someone else, because his eyes fell upon something else, about a block away from Teddy's motorbike. A blue four-door sedan, definitely not untouched by croats. It looked very sad and beat up. But Dean could see, after a quick peek under the hood, that its motor was still in place. It would get him from Michigan to South Dakota. Hopefully. Dean lowered the hood and turned to Teddy, scribbling down Bobby's address on a scrap of paper and holding it out. "Alright. Here's the address I'm headed to. Meet me there. I need to talk to you more."

But he needed to talk to Bobby first.

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Zombehs //Dean// Jan 8, 2015 17:40:09 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy Wilson on Jan 8, 2015 17:40:09 GMT -5

Teddy glanced at him and smirked as he answered his own question. "I always make sure my baby is safe." She said before walking up to her motor bike and she moved to sit on top of it, her hands glazing over the handles. She looked over to Dean and she spotted the sedan herself.

Being given a scrap piece of paper made Teddy blink in confusion but she nodded once Dean clarified what the paper had on it. "Alright, mate. I'll see you there." She read the paper and noted the address in her mind before putting it in her shirt pocket. "Good luck, Dean-o. Try not to die." She said with a light laugh, blowing him a kiss before she revved her motorbike up and drove off in the direction of the address - which she had yet to find out to be Bobby Singer's bunker.

Teddy did a small glance back at Dean before her motorbike went around the corner and she drove past a couple of Croats eating at a corpse that seemed a few days old. Teddy felt like she wanted to gag but seeing as it wasn't the first time seeing something as bad as that in her lifetime... she just kept it together; like she always did.

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Zombehs //Dean// Jan 8, 2015 21:20:41 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 8, 2015 21:20:41 GMT -5

Even though being called Dean-O was not his favorite thing, Dean couldn't help giving a dry little chuckle at how casually she had warned him to not die. It said something about their lives right there. "I'll do my best" he replied just as lightly, watching to make sure she had gotten out of at least the area safely before getting in his borrowed car and speeding off. He knew every short cut to Singer's Auto Shop imaginable from just about every state. That, coupled with his demonic driving speeds (even in a hunk of junk like the sedan), put him on Bobby's front stoop about twenty minutes before Teddy arrived, giving him time to scope the place out. "Bobby?" He knocked twice on the door before pushing it open and entering.

The house was a complete mess. Furniture was tipped over, the refrigerator door was broken off, and the smell of rotting food was quite pungent. "Oh no" Dean murmured in horror as his eyes landed on Bobby's overturned wheelchair, sporting three bullet holes. "Oh Bobby..." Dean knelt next to the wheelchair, feeling his throat tighten. He hated this year so freaking much right now. Croats running all over the place and Bobby was presumably dead. "Just send me back already" he snapped to thin air on the off chance Zachariah was listening and had changed from a total dick in the last three hours.

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Zombehs //Dean// Jan 9, 2015 10:28:05 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy Wilson on Jan 9, 2015 10:28:05 GMT -5

Teddy noticed the sedan once she had pulled up to the location. The place was unknown to her but at least she knew Dean was a good guy and hadn't made her go to a place that didn't exist. She parked her motorbike and slowly entered the building, her eyes scanning the area behind and around her before entering fully into the building.

Her ears picked up on Dean's voice. 'Send him back... where?' She blinked in confusion before she stepped into the room and saw Dean. "Hey Dean... what happened here?" She asked as she looked around, but noticing the wheelchair made her heart jump and her eyes saddened. "D-did you know the person who was on that thing?" She asked him, her voice shook lightly but she was feeling sad now. Her eyes scanned the room once more before walking up to Dean, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"You said you needed to talk... so, let's talk." She said with a slight smile but it was mostly to reassure herself...

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Zombehs //Dean// Jan 9, 2015 10:59:06 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 9, 2015 10:59:06 GMT -5

Dean was so focused on his surroundings that he hadn't heard the motorbike pull up. Teddy's voice penetrated his inner turmoil. "I have no idea" he admitted honestly when she asked what had happened. He straightened up, taking in the rest of the demolished living room. It might have been croats, but it could have easily been any other monster. He was sure Bobby had a high price on his head just for being a hunter, and then helping him and Sam was basically signing his own death warrant. He swallowed hard, fighting the growing tightness of his throat and numbness of his limbs, trying to focus on Teddy's words. "Yeah." His voice was wooden. "He was...he was..." He couldn't finish the sentence.

Her comforting touch brought him back from the despair. Brought him back to acting more like Dean and less like Sam. Speaking of Sam, he had to find him. Or...the five year in the future version of him anyway. Make sure what had happened to Bobby hadn't happened to him. He cleared his throat gruffly. "Actually, you know what would be more helpful right now? We need to find something." There had to be something in this house that would point him to where everyone was. If he could find Cas, maybe he could get around Zachariah's bullshit three days rule and get back to his own page of the calendar. Or if he could find Sam, they could figure out something else. The only problem...

He didn't know what that something was they needed to find.

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Zombehs //Dean// Jan 9, 2015 11:12:40 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy Wilson on Jan 9, 2015 11:12:40 GMT -5

Teddy looked at him with sad, but understanding, eyes. She understood why he was hesitant on speaking on who the person was... but it was someone very important. She nodded lightly, knowing not to pry questions of the identity out of him. People did that to her and it pissed her off to the point she disclosed herself and began her bookworm lifestyle.

Her thoughts were brought back when he cleared his throat and began to speak better. "Find something? Alright then... like a note of some sort?" She suggested, tilting her head lightly. "If it is a note or a specific object I won't mind turning this place over trying to find it. Anything I can do... I will do it." She smiled gently at Dean, her eyes wandered around before she moved out of the room, eying the wheelchair a little bit before she entered another room, it was pretty dark so she turned the light on.

"Ow... f-fuck." She winced and held her head once she entered the room. 'Shit... my pills!' She thought and in a hurry she patted her jeans. "Oh no no no...!" She muttered under her breath as she looked around the room, fear clear on her face. She was a Hunter but her hallucinations that had been there since a child always scared her to the core. Whether it be imaginings of her deceased family members or a murderous vampire that had decided to pay her a visit... she hated it!

Her eyes shook side to side in anticipation... waiting for something to pop out at her. Her mother liked to appear in mirrors, her sister would appear on the roads... her little brother would appear with a play ball in his hands and a expressionless look on his face... she never liked having the hallucinations but she had to deal with them... especially in this world, where supplies were slim and she had run out of the pills that kept her mind at bay. 'Curse my creative mind...' She growled inside her head before her eyes went over and rested on a vision of her little brother.

"Come play with me." He said coldly to her. She shook her head. "No... I-I can't play right now... your sister is busy..." She stuttered as she backed up against a corner of the room and slid down, hugging her knees close to herself. "Play with me, Teddy!" Her brother whined and bounced the ball near her head, making her flinch. "I-I can't play right now, Aarron..."

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