Dakayev looked puzzled

" I refuse to go greet a comrade in bare clothing, Abraham, for the last damn time, where is my clothing and my Ushanka!"

James ignored the Russian's greedy comments about his clothing, when a comrade had fallen to the hands of monsters. He stepped outside and saw the gruesome scene. His stomach, open...a disgusting a horrifying experience to see, even after all the gruesome scenes he'd seen before.

James went inside and just gazed to the ground. He wasn't sure where his DP-28 was, so instead he grabbed a G-3 semi-auto, six magazines, and a 9mm, with three magazines. He wasn't prepared for that image of Ivan, and it disturbed him greatly. James sat down in a corner near everyone else and just began to recite something in Amharic, the Ethiopian national language in the days of civilization.

What no one could hear was the disturbing lines he was reciting from a funeral he had been to for his cousin years ago, prayers from the Ethiopian Orthodox belief. James, having only seen Ivan's dead body just minutes ago, was already depressed from it.

Dakayev, annoyed at Abrahams lack of speech, decided to march outside and see what was happening, only to see the body of a comrade, stomach opened.

" Ivan? Ivan what the hell did they do to you!? What kind of sick [censored]s would do this?"

Dakayev knelt down before the table, as if in despair.

" Damnit!!!!!"


Dakayev proceeded to the basemant where everyone was in a sad tone of silence

" I am truly sorry Aiden, there, was nothing more you could have done"

I watched as Gary walked off into the fog, without a word, I envied him, he could do it so easily... I looked at the bodies behind me and I turned around, I walked back to the others, "You can mourn later, Ivan is... Well, you know, we have to go NOW, before more of the swampfolk come back and..." I shuddered, I didn't want to know what they'd do to me if they found out I'd helped tourists. I shook my head and I walked out on them, I didn't hear any footsteps following me.

I sat on a step and I looked at the body of Ivan, he lay there, he looked peaceful at the very least...

David heard Dakayev stop complaining and came outside. When he saw Ivan's corpse, he just clenched his fist angrily and said, "We were too late. [censored] bastards gutted him like a pig." David then said, "What should we do with the body?"

"Bury him and give him a good funeral." James said in Amharic, although no one would know what he had said.

Dakayev grinned and responded


" Ivan has a Russian name, even if he wasn't Russian, he deserves a comrades burial. I say we cremate the ashes and burry them near the piers."

Dakayev, embarrassed by being half nvde, spoke over to Abraham

" Abraham, I am not joking this time, where the hell is my clothing, I have a burial to attend to and you are standing around like nothing happened!"

Abraham was fully clothed and armed, "Dakayev I think its in the locker over there!" said Abe, loading his rifle and pistol. He slung the rifle over his back and holstered the pistol. Abe heard gunshots outside, and when he arrived on the porch of the cabin, he saw Ivan die. "Damn." whispered Abraham to himself. He stepped off the porch and onto the ground.

"What now Aiden?" Abe truly was saddened by the loss of a friend, at the hands of these abominations. Rage was building inside of Abraham, he had a flashback of his parents who met a similar fate to Ivan's. He clenched his rifle tightly.

"He hath loosed the fateful lightning from his terrible swift sword." said Abe, in a dark voice, he cocked the hammer of his rifle. And he walked into the mist, looking every which way, "We're going hunting! Right after we give Ivan a proper burial, I think I know a good place."

James got up, stood outside, gazing at the fog. He then cocked the G3, switched it onto full-auto and started firing into the errie mist. About twenty or so rounds were fired, and James screamed "COME THE [censored] HERE YOU LITTLE LIMP dike COWARDS!" in Amharic, before beginning to slowly stumble into the mist, seeing if anyone would join him, or even care that he was mindlessly stumbling into a deathtrap.

Wait, I need to sing a song that Ivan and I sang while we were back in the H.Q

Nasha Sovetskiy soyuz pokaret
Ves ' mir ot Evropy k Neve na vosto-ok
Nad zemleoy vezde budut pet
Stolica ,Vodka, Sovetskiy medved Nash!
(translation from real Russian cyrillics)
Our Soviet Union is to punish
The whole world from Europe all the way through neva to the far east
Every where on Earth they shall sing
Russia ,vodka and soviet bears Ours!!

David ran over to James and said, "What are you doing!? We can't kill them all, I know how you feel, but if you go by yourself you'll be slaughtered like Ivan."

I looked up suddenly and I yelled at the top of my lungs, "All of you! Get over here!" They all turned at the sound of my voice and shuffled over, even the one's who'd gone into the mist came back. I looked at them each individually, then I spoke, "Anger will get us no where, we have to stick together... Or rather, you have to stick together, at this moment in time, I have no wish to stay like this, saving you. I've only saved you once, but if you continue like this you will get no where!"

I scowled, "Obviously the only one among you with any idea about this place is Abe and even then, he doesn't know as much as I'd hoped, although, he knows enough to keep himself alive quite well. You must all find some way to work together, in a good fashion, in this hell, until that time comes, you shall not be watched over by any spirits of our kind," I finished, I smiled at Abe and James. Then I turned and I walked into the fog, not looking back.

"He's right you know. No more wandering off, no more yelling," Abe shot a glance at Dakayev, "and if you fire a single shot without reason, well... we're all [censored]. Now listen up, I know the basic lay of the land. There are a few safe houses we can camp and stay at. The Blackhall Mansion, its spooky but relatively safe. The Cathedral, the Tribals their will let us in, they'll know me, its by far the safest place here."

"But mind you, deeper in the swamps are where the ghouls and swampfolk tend to run around in groups, so if we plan on getting to the Cathedral we may need to stick to open ground and the shoreline. Oh, and I forgot to mention the Lighthouse, its a nice place, abandoned for the most part, but there may be some Smugglers, but they shouldn't be a problem."

Abe looked around for a minute, "Then there's also the Calvert Mansion, owned by a crotchety old ghoul named Desmond. And of course Panada's place." At the last location he mentioned, Abe smiled. "So boys, what'll it be?"

Alright, I'm out. To many pages to read, and I'm just not going to bother. C U all.

Dakayev responded to Abraham after putting on his soviet jumpsuit and Ushanka

" I go for the Blackhall manor, seems like luxury is my preference for now. I need some rest"

The entire time and Dakayev continued to sing the song....

"Stolica, Vodka, sovetskiy mednev Nash............"

"come on guys, sing along with me!!"

" Come on, we need a boost in morale!"

" Stolica, Vodka, Sovetskiy mednev Nash!!"

Abraham decided to humor the Russian, so he began to sing along to, but not before saying his peace, "It looks like we're going to Blackhall. If anyone has any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace." Abe joined in the Russian tune, trying not to screw up.

"Stolica, Vodkak, sovetskiy mednev Nash!" and he repeated it in unison with Dakayev.

"Good job, you're doing fine, now everyone, let's all chant it out!!!"

" Stolica, vodka, Sovetskiy mednev Nash!!!!"


OOC: I will wait for everyone else tommorow to post. Good nights"

James, now a little better off than before just stared ahead with a slight smile. The song was cheering him up, and vodka had always been a favorite of his.

I took a breath and I jumped, I landed on top of the man, I brought him to the ground and I pounded my fist into his face. As he lost his sight and ability to breathe, I brought the axe off my back then I chopped off his head. I smiled as the blood spurted from the trunk that was the man's neck, I quickly checked the man's pockets, taking out multiple meds and caps. I grinned as I gathered this haul into my pack, since I'd just walked off, I'd managed to find a pack full of food and caps, now a guy with meds and caps!

Why was it that I was suddenly very lucky?

Aiden sat up from the porch of the shack. He grabbeda shovel from one of the dead Swampfolk, and began digging out a hole. Once it was big enough, he dropped the shovel and walked to Ivan's corpse. He hoisted the body into both arms, and gently let it into the hole. He poured the dirt back in. "Goodbye." Aiden said. He grabbed for his necklace, and ripped it off. He laid the string and the pendant on top of the mound, but put it a little in the dirt so nobody would find it.

He stood up. He walked to he rest of the group. "Before we leave, anybody want to say something? I mean, to or about Ivan. This is the best funeral he can get right now, and he would've wanted you guys to be at it."

"My Pa was a preacher of sorts, I'll say something." With a certain sorrowful stride, Abraham walked over to the mound and took off his hat, placing it with one hand on his chest. "Here today, a dear friend, and fellow man of of sword was struck down by the retched beings of this forsaken land. And lo had it not been for this man, vengeance would not have taken place, and justice to another soul would not have been brought. We honor Ivan, in the name of his home, and in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost." Abe crossed himself and kissed a scapular he wore around his neck.

Abe picked up his rifle, and put his hat back on.

"I can recite a prayer from the old testament." said James in a small tone.

"Heavenly Father,
you have not made us for darkness and death,
but for life with you for ever.
Without you we have nothing to hope for;
with you we have nothing to fear.
Speak to us now your words of eternal life.
Lift us from anxiety and guilt
to the light and peace of your presence,
and set the glory of your love before us;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen. "

He recited the prayer twice in Amharic before going down on one knee, and speaking in Amharic, and then in english:

"Ivan, you were a great person, and a nice one to be around. We didn't really speak a lot, but when we did, it was always amazing to hear your unique opinion on things, and for that I'm going to miss you. I hope you're in a much better place than this [censored] hole we call post-apocalyptia. Rest In Peace."

David took off his hat and said, "I never was good at long speeches, but I'll say this: Ivan was a decent man, just another person trying to survive in this [censored]hole we call post-apocolyptia. He will be missed."

There was a long moment of silence for the whole group, everyone was shocked by the sudden death of Ivan, and Abe took it no less, hell he may have taken it hardest. Abraham had always been fond of Ivan, because Ivan always liked to listen to Abe's stories of Point Lookout, back when Abe was a tribal.

So, after a pause, Abe shouldered his rifle. "Listen fellas, we need to get movin' before more of these bastards show themselves. Ivan will rest in peace, he's safe now, safer than us. Lets get moving. Aiden, what's the plan?"

Aiden collected himself from his mind. "Well, we gotta head south away from here and find shelter. We found what we came for. Now we must find shelter or we're dead." Aiden said. fter a moment, he looked at the compass on one of his many necklaces. He started walking south.

((OOC: I will now keep track of all characters' status on post no. 1. It might help to people that haven't been oin a while.))