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Where: Entire Atrium Level When: April 1st, 7pm

Dinner rations having been held early at 5pm-6pm for the entire building, the next hour was spent furiously setting up the tables that had already been previously set out for goodies. Every room off the Atrium and the Atrium itself are all strung with the Christmas lights and battery operated fairy lights, streamers hung from and across everything they could be, and balloons not only covering the floor to just bounce around as they please, but taped to the walls in random scattered patterns to fill the space. In the middle of the Atrium in the place where the Christmas tree had just been taken down stand a chair next to the piano which had been rolled out of the common room. The muffled sounds of music are already filtering out from seemingly every space, and the colour changing lights from The W's dance floor are spilling out from the open double doors. By 7pm, everything is set up and ready for the guests. Activities include:

The W:

@farew3lls Alice - Karaoke DJ

@ashton-ryder - Bartender (shots, simple cockails ie. Rum and coke, beers, coolers, ciders)

Bowls of Chips (Regular, Doritos, and Dill Pickle)

Bowl of Mixed Nuts

Large bowl of popcorn with scoop and paper bags

Dance Floor

Balcony

Atrium:

@sarahshercohen & @rhianwells - Musical Entertainment

Piano

Dance Floor

Photo Station with props and found polaroid camera

Bulletin board with pins for polaroid collage

Table with cake

@hannahxinterrupted's caricature portrait station

Rosie's Diner

@survivalxofxthexfittest Emily - Serving

Champagne and wine

Craft beers (limited one per resident)

Table absolutely covered in macaroons of every imaginable colour

Bowl of Mixed Nuts

Bowls of Chips (Regular, Doritos, and Dill Pickle)

Large bowl of popcorn with scoop and paper bags

Plates of peanut butter and jelly quarter sandwiches.

Cheese and cracker platters

Saltwater taffy plate

Games Room:

Video Game console and four (4) controllers and Rock Band/DDR set ups

Pool Table

Ping Pong Table

Chess/Checkers Tables

Game Tables (1 x Jenga, 1 x Uno)

Twister Mat

Common Room:

Ocean's Marathon on the TV

Calm space

Media Room:

Supervised by @farew3lls Maddie

Disney Movie Marathon

Ember's old Barbie Mansion and TUBS of barbies and accessories

About fifty of Ember's old stuffed animals.

One very large bin of clothes for dress up.

Bowls of M&M's, Jelly Beans, Chips, Popcorn and Macaroons.

Unlimited Soda from room's bar's soda gun.

Back room set up with kid friendly CD's and small dance floor

The Event will run until Friday, December 13th. There is NO thread pause, though we do ask for priority to be on event threads during the duration of the event. Event threads can commence as needed pas the conclusion of the event itself.

Have fun everyone, and don't forever to wish Mr. Wexley a happy birthday!

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Late into the evening on March 29th a window is broken in the Common Room. Madeline Higheagle is the first to notice. Investigating the shards of broken glass they find a radio and within moments of picking it up it shoots to life with static in her hand. A familiar voice jokes with Maddie to prepare for guests before providing instructions.

Several hours later a zipline has been constructed between the Wexley and a neighboring building, mostly thanks to the free climbing skills of the Wexley's head maid--who'd been MIA and presumed dead since the Winter supply runs. In Reality, Tamberlane Shelley had been preparing for a grand return.

She had been the one to instruct the ship-locked survivors to remain in the bay, intending to radio Ashton Ryder and inform him of the situation; Unknowing that his own radio equipment had been broken months prior.

Flying high across the city streets, Lane is only the first of many to cross into the Wexley using the zipline. Dozens of mismatched bags and duffels come one after the other, each carrying a small piece of the treasure Lane worked hard to gather before her return. Captain Eduardo and Chef Trey have made it back no worse for wear along with a friendly dog they picked up on the beach who's name tag reads Lady.

Supplies from the ship

Wheels of Cheese

Barrel of aged Whiskey

Bulk Coffee Roast

Bulk Teas

Bulk Pasta Sauce

Bulk Red Wine

Bulk White Wine

Bulk Saltwater Taffy

Bulk Honey

Medical Supplies from the ships' infirmary

Several Flares & Flare Gun

A Dozen Cuban Cigars

Supplies gathered from the Wexley Department Store

Over the counter meds & vitamins

Canned goods

Hygiene and beauty products

Mini Propane tanks

Deer Feed

Ghillie Suit

2 Crossbows & Bolts

1 Compound Bow & Arrows

???

Several blocks of C4 Explosives

Smoke bombs

What can be used for the party will and the rest will be added to the Wexley's medical supplies and food pantry.

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Mr Wexley's Birthday will be pushed back a few days to account for player sickness and holiday traveling. The current anticipated date for the event to begin is December 6th, a Friday.

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🙌 ByeNYCfm

send me ‘🙌’ for me to praise one of my mutual’s oc’s. Who? Ahshdhdjdjdhd when Jay invited me to join I had been in a long hiatus from rping in general, my last rp was a good few years ago after falling into the traps of adulting and work and performing and nothing else. I was actually hesitant to join bc I was scared of the commitment and I rmb giving Jay such a uncertain reply of whether I'll join bc I was neck deep in filming when they asked. Suddenly a month later when I had one night of rest I looked at it again and the urge to rp again was so STRONG. And I did up everything in one night and suddenly it was 5am and I had an app and a blog, and I never looked back, thank you for getting me back into the groove and I've dearly missed Ashton so playing him again after so long (at least 5 years ago??) was so cathartic and getting to do it with all you beautiful people was just the true treasure of it all, so kind, so understanding, so encouraging, just the safest place we can be, so thank you. thank you for loving me and ashton <3 @byenycfm

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Where: Rosie's Bulletin Board When: March 29th

Pinned up on the bulletin board in Rosie's as well as taped up on the walls all over The Wexley (including in the elevator) are brightly coloured flyers. For the entire weekend @rhianwells and @emberwexley will have been going around trying to recruit everyone to some sort of job. Shoving armfuls of streamers, banners, and tape into the arms of the taller people, and handfuls of balloons at others. @postapocalypsemalone and @rioreeve have been roped into making sure the karaoke system was set up in The W, as well as setting up a performance space in the center of the Atrium, where the old Christmas tree had finally been vacated from, for @sarahshercohen to play some calmer music for those less karaokely inclined. Ember and Ria even thought of everything, by making sure that the game system in The Games room was fully functioning and ready with Rock-Band and other games, and a Disney Movie Marathon on in the Media Room for the kids. Battery operated fairy lights are being strung everywhere, and even the dance floor lights set up in the bar as well. @pxtitxrosx has been busy in the kitchen planning out what sort of mixed drinks they had, as well as roping in @survivalxofxthexfittest (Emily) to help her and @rosiesdiner make as many macaroons as they can, as well as a birthday cake. (Thank goodness for icing sugar).

The Birthday Party event will run from December 2 - December 6th, with of course options to continue until completion of threads. There will NOT be a thread pause during this event and regular threads can continue.

Ember and Ria are looking for volunteers to help get everything set up for the party, so please don't hesitate to message Nikki and she'll add it to this post.

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Concern building when noticing untouched food trays in front of their door, Charlie Rose made her way inside the suite shared by the Captain and Chef only to find it totally empty. It's unsure when exactly they left the building but it looks like they've been gone at least a day or two.

Those from the boat didn't seem to have any answers. Though they'd known the two men longer than anyone else here, their motives were still a mystery...

At least, that's what it seemed until a guilty conscious got the better of her and Amy Gao attempted to tell Emily Lockmoore what she knew. With the language barrier preventing communication in any meaningful way, whatever information Amy has is still unknown to the others.

If any characters are proficient in Mandarin they may attempt to speak with Amy and find out what she knows.

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Bucket List of the Dead

Death comes for us all, and these days that reality is closer than ever.

Has your character succumbed to the dread that comes from knowing their inevitable death may be waiting around any given corner or have they chosen to see this as an opportunity to truly live life to the fullest? Will they simply keep their head low in hope that when death finds them it will be quick and merciful; snuffing the light of their life in a soundless instant?

Or will they choose to live loudly? To be a roaring flame signaling to their community that as long as they live hope and kindness and humanity lives as well.

Reflect your characters attitude towards living in the apocalypse in a bucket list of things they'd like to do before dying. This task is inspired by Zom100 and you can look at the list complied in that series by clicking on this sentence.

Don't forget to use the bnytask tag and have fun!

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A Soundtrack for the end of the world as we know it / for the raspy, dying breath of our humanity / for the collapse of civilization and those stuck crawling their way through the rubble / for the laughter spilling from rabid tongues / for those who know the fight for survival has just begun.

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Surrounded - A BNY Season 2 Plot Drop

Having followed the fleeing Chompermobile on it's desperate track back to The Wexley with it's cargo of beach survivors, a large portion of the massive horde now absolutely choking the southern tip of Manhattan has made it's way back toward the center of the city.

Unsure of where the vehicle that had outran them had gone to, the horde had instead funnelled into the streets, their meandering pace leaving their surrounding of The Wexley a slow thing at first. But, with windows open and the sounds of life filling the air above their heads, their instincts know they're close.

Within a week of the return of the survivors, the streets around The Wexley, and even the alley that's their only entrance and exit, are absolutely crowded with nearly shoulder to shoulder chompers. The smell is vile, reaching up to to the sixth floor before getting any better at all. The sounds of them is worse, forcing the lower residents to close their windows.

Entering or exiting the building is impossible, and all residents have now found themselves imprisoned in The Wexley.

The plot drop will be in effect until further notice. No runs or exiting the building will be allowed or advised as even opening the door is sure to have the building flooded with chompers.

Have fun with your cabin fever, friends!

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The FAQ had been updated with the newly working elevator.

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The Center Elevator Is Now Functional!

On the night of the bat swarm, Robert 'Bob' Jenkins managed to connect the center elevator to the building's power supply, making it functional once more. This is the elevator that goes to the top floor of the Penthouse, but the Penthouse levels can only be accessed by keys held by Tobias Wexley Sr, Kaiden Malone and Ivy Emerson.

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Alice Zhao || 25 || Apt#410 || Esther Yu || Closed

Personality:

Giddy. Can anything get her down? It's a struggle. Though there is also that part of her that's quite petty. She doesn't take kindly to critiques, even when she asks for other people's opinions or opens herself up to them. She would've liked to be the person to learn and grow as she gained a following, but her online persona has kind of indefinitely been put on hold. Or has it? The kind of person who is easily distracted, overtly curious. Everyone does wonder how she's made it this far. It seems to be some kind of dumb luck instead of actual skill — and she herself will admit it. I am so not sure how I didn't get blood on me. For someone who is quite vain, she isn't that squeamish. If something horrific comes across her path, she has an exclamation, and then documents it. It's a bit morbid, in a way, her fascination with pictures and with leaving a trail behind, making sure people knows she existed. She wants to matter so badly and hasn't the slightest idea how to go about doing it. Her being a bit air-headed can be seen as either genuine or as something that isn't conducive to this new life. She remains oddly vastly unchanged by what's going on. She looks in the mirror and doesn't recognise herself, though. She always experiences a dissociation between herself and who she is out there. Naturally bubbly, says silly things, will try on purpose to make anybody laugh. Is sensitive to people disliking her and will try too hard to make up for it. She would be the person trying to take a panorama picture from the rooftop during a high octane scout mission. It's important to pause and meditate. Her niceness unfortunately always comes with some kind of ulterior motive, having tried to be everybody's friend and then resulting in little to no close relationships that are meaningful. Backhanded compliments are the name of her game. Maybe it's how she clings to normal, trying to view this as just a slideshow on an Instagram story. Maybe this is just how she's snide and petty.

Biography:

I'm such a star, I'll cry at any party I want to. She came into this world as an only child, viewed as a miracle, who was doted on, and as she grew into her own, she took that on as her 'pretty girl mantra' and began to want to demand that out of the world itself. From the desire to be a Broadway star, taking singing lessons until her voice went hoarse, to acting, to modelling, there wasn't an avenue that Alice didn't want to dive deep into. There were often conflicts between these wants and her parents, who thought it would be better for her to choose something else, anything else. However, if she made a business out of it, she knew it would prove that she'd be able to do it. She moulded her personality into what was fleeting and obsessed over micro-trends as she soared through high school on mediocre grades; the marks might be average, but she won't look it. She's talented, and show-stopping, and spends her time online both posting and researching the appropriate ways to post. Ahead of her time with how the algorithms formed in the background, she was able to memorise patterns quite easily and remained determined, even if she threw fits about having to do other things.

One year, she was the athletic girl; the next, the artsy; the next, the cool girl. She studied fashion trends and threw pieces together to stay ahead of the markets, and if something became popular due to what she set, she switched and did something else. This was where her savvy personality came in, even if others didn't understand it. The drawback to this: it was hard for her to truly keep connections to others. Despite having colleagues and classmates interested in how she dressed and did her makeup, the relationships often died soon after that. She would sit amongst the lunch tables and feel incredibly lonely, and then chase to fill that void with things and goals. Voted best dressed by the yearbook mattered more to her than any other labels, and she got it, in the end.

Attending college for business, it was during that time she set her sights on the Wexley. It would be so fetch to live in a historical building — not to mention getting a collab with one of the Wexley kids? Who are basically heirs? That would make visibility skyrocket for sure. Maybe she would be remembered by someone too. But it was far too expensive, and with college debts pulling her in multiple directions, alongside having to work an office job to support herself, this was the time of her life she felt like she was drowning instead of thriving.

She will never forget the photo that made her go viral. She sank into a bad mood that lasted throughout her masters' degree, which was for economics and marketing, doing the bare minimum, barely doing her own makeup nor dressing outside of sweets. She didn't, once, come out of her small studio apartment for two weeks straight — what's the point? Maybe I don't have one. Maybe I'm not meant for any of this. After finishing, she decided to celebrate her degrees by posting a picture of herself, in minimal makeup and some of her old prep-school-adjacent outfits, complete with the brown cardigan. The her of before would've labelled this as plain — but it apparently hit the dark academia trend and propelled her right into the limelight.

She formed her entire page around this: being studious, and cheeky in her serious studies, crafting a Cinderella-story ( based in truth! ) of how she went from rags to riches. Sponsors for companies came, as did ad-paid posts, and Alice finally felt as though her spiralling down the rabbit hole had come to an end. ( One of the Wexley's even followed her on socials! ) She amassed her money and saved up for the suite in the Wexley, but also, in secret, opened a bank account for her parents. She delivered the money in person to them, as thanks for their putting up with her antics and supporting her.

It's a shame that the fall, which came with the outbreak, interrupted her living her dream. Kind of sad, or maybe hilarious? that she still tries to post online even despite the world ending. You never know who might be out there watching! Status updates, blurry photos, a tired smile beneath a ruined building — from studious to survivor is an arc Alice herself never expected to live. When the winter struck, and the Wexley erupted, she made a break for it, trying to return to her parents' apartment to see if they were still alive. She came to find the place completely ransacked, and vacant, no note left as to where they might have gone. She hopes that they got out of New York entirely, though part of her doesn't want to know for sure either.

The snow came, the separation worsened. Her own studio apartment ruined by raiders, she decided it was best to return to the Wexley and wait out the cold there. At least she wouldn't be entirely alone. What she didn't expect was even more danger. It would require a lot more than her usual ridiculous, random luck draws to get through the things to come.

Pre Outbreak Occupation: Social media influencer  Previous Zombie Experience: Has never seen one up close. Will run in the other direction, and leave you behind too. Marital Status: Single Children: N/A Residence: Apt. #410 Years residing at The Wexley: Pre Outbreak Resident for 1 year Connections: TBD

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Jonah Fisher || 34 || Loft #602 || Kyle Gallner || Closed

Personality:

first and foremost, jonah thinks in pictures. his mind is a canvas and the only thing that changes is the paint or shadings that spread across it. creativity is where he thrives the most, which has always left him more reserved. he tends to drift off into his own world or observe and bank it for later. that doesn’t mean he’s not paying attention (though sometimes he isn’t) and it’s worked well that his brother has been happy to speak for him whether he wants him to or not. no matter, he’s not afraid to speak up if someone is wrong or he disagrees. he’s generally perceived as gloomy and his sardonic quips don’t help matters much. this is where he’s often contradictory to himself. he enjoys people, being around them and especially if they are like-minded in some sense. to those that he loves and/or cares about most, he is loyal to a fault, which extends to the community he was raised in. with that loyalty comes the willingness to help, which likely came from his father. he’s not the smartest bulb in the bunch but he is quite passionate about art and philosophy, not limited to conspiracy theories and things of that nature. 

Biography:

 when sylvia fisher found out she was pregnant, she was excited to grow her family with her unsuspecting husband, mark. his shock was far from the first surprise to be had, though. first it was the discovery that she was having twins and the second, more unfortunate, was that he would be raising the boys alone. sylvia passed from complications during the surgical c-section, rare as it was but still a risk all the same. that didn’t stop mark from raising his boys to the best of his ability though. his sister stepped in to help, already having kids of her own, as mark being a staten island firefighter kept his schedule busy. 

     despite jonah’s being seven and a half minutes older than his twin judah, he hardly felt like the eldest brother. he was not as outgoing, nor as smart as him. the one resounding ability he had was input of wild ideas and half-developed plans that judah would complete, fine tune, and run with. he was his best friend growing up and honestly, still is. sure, they didn’t always see eye to eye on everything, but they could normally find some kind of compromise and their father instilled the same values in both of them. hard work, community, loyalty, and helping those who can’t help themselves. with these values they were able to finish school mostly unscathed and without burning the place down, turning into somewhat suitable adults with blind ambition that ended up working out for them in the long run.

     jonah didn’t waste time with college, higher education was not his destiny nor was it even an interest. he was already an artist, he wanted to further this talent— sharpen his skills in a mode he’d already been practicing with, tattooing. jonah got an apprenticeship with a long time artist and shop and soaked in the knowledge like a sponge. learning was much easier when it was all visual. eventually he got the idea to open up a shop of his own in the part of the city he loved. judah encouraged the idea and furthered it with the addition of an auto shop as well. which was perfect because their uncle, had left his auto-shop to his brother mark who, in turn, gave it to the boys to use to create a future for themselves in some way as long as they didn’t sell it while he was still alive. it was perfect, and together they fixed the place up to be the first (as far as they knew at least) tattoo, piercing, and auto shop in the world.

      when the outbreak happened, they had been going about their day like any other. jonah had woken up on his half of their renovated airstream and started coffee, then popped a jimmy dean breakfast sandwich in the microwave. it wasn’t until they were both already in the shop waiting for their first appointments for the day that they heard the warnings. they didn’t waste any time springing into action, jonah didn’t even take time to be smug about one of the many doomsday predictions he’d spouted off coming to fruition finally. he was already prepared. together they cleared the shop of extra vehicles and used them to help block entrance. they then locked down the shop and went out to help the community the best they could. a couple employees and a few community members locked down with them and helped them secure the building fully.

     everything had been going as good as it could under the circumstances. for months they were able to sustain themselves on the supplies they’d stocked up in storage (making a few runs for more to neighboring places when possible). judah had kept the backup generator going, maintain the solar panels on the roof, and the well their uncle had put in before they were even born gave them a water source, though they still needed to conserve it. there wasn’t as high of a risk of water contamination with factories no longer running. they’d even found a way to attach the airstream by tunnel so they had more space to sleep and privacy. but all good things must come to an end. mutiny was the means to the end. it started with one of the shop residents not liking the way things were done and once the snow was off the ground they made their move to take over. some of them still sided with the fishers, and it started a fight that ended with unnecessary violence and their safe place stolen from under their feet. 

     jonah had half a mind to start the place on fire so no one could have it, but it was judah that reminded him they could maybe return again someday. perhaps when karma (if that’s something you can believe in) pays them back. they took what they could and set out to find what was next. what they found, was a boat and later they witnessed a whole fireworks show. they kept their distance but made their way into manhattan and kept looking around until they found the wexley. it ain’t home, but they’re hoping they can hang out until they figure out what to do about getting their shop back. 

Pre Outbreak Occupation: Co-Owner of Tattoo / Piercing / Chop Shop  Previous Zombie Experience: just the ones that would get too close to the shop and the ones they had to deal with on day one. he isn’t a stranger to killing chompers. Marital Status: Single Children: N/A Residence: Studio #602 Years residing at The Wexley: Post Outbreak New Arrival Connections: Judah Fisher - Fraternal Twin Brother

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Judah Fisher || 34 || Loft #602 || Aaron Taylor-Johnson || Closed

Personality:

Judah has always been the more gregarious of the Fisher twins; with a natural cunning and a talent for talking his way out of trouble — or into it, depending on who you ask — he presents himself as charming and charismatic, if a little rough around the edges. Okay, maybe a little more than ❛ a little. ❜ He’s the first person to speak up, whether his opinion is solicited or not, and more often than not, he’s the last person to get a word in, too. Or, at very least, he makes a point to try to be. His inflated ego can be a bit grating to some, but it developed more as a defense mechanism than anything, a way to both deflect from and compensate for carefully guarded insecurities he’s carried from childhood. Judah is intelligent, literate and articulate in spite of his lack of a formal higher education, and one of the only times you’ll ever truly find him quiet ( or still ) is when he’s got his nose in a book — preferably non-fiction, though he’s got a particular penchant for reading product manuals and operating guides, occasionally for equipment he doesn’t even possess. He finds joy in working with his hands, particularly in the creation of objects from discarded scrap metal and other wasted material that collects at the chop shop. His tactile nature and attention to detail and craftsmanship allow him to transform what is essentially trash into visually interesting and often functional sculptures, providing a creative outlet for his restless, kinetic energy. 

Biography:

When Sylvia and Mark Fisher discovered that they were expecting twins, it was an unanticipated but wholly welcome surprise. They were in love, after all, and Sylvia was thrilled at the thought of settling into their modest Staten Island home and putting down roots, building a family, even if the thought of twins did come as a shock to her unsuspecting husband. He quickly acclimated to the idea, but his sense of security was ripped from beneath his feet just as swiftly when a tragic complication during the cesarean left Mark a widow and a single father of two infant boys, Jonah and Judah. Long hours at the fire station and a dedication to his community meant that Mark relied heavily on his sister to help raise his sons, frequently looking after them alongside her own brood of children. They didn’t necessarily have a bad childhood; Judah wasn’t ignorant enough to be blind to the fact that they had more than many, able to boast a father that tried to raise them right, a handful of close family, and a consistent roof over their heads. It never stopped them from staying out of trouble, but it was enough to keep them in check. Although he’d never felt in any way that he had to compete with his twin, it was almost as if being the younger of the two — even if only by seven minutes — had instilled in Judah an innate drive to compensate. Or maybe that was just growing up in a household with so many heads that it became easy to slip through the cracks. Their father did their best to raise them and look out for them, but Judah still hungered for attention from the start. This inherent yearning encouraged his mind and his mouth in equal part as he grew up, carving out a sharp wit and gilding his tongue — he caught the attention and accolades of his teachers when he was young, even if he did grow into something more of a beacon for wasted potential by the time he reached high school. A warning. Whether he had the aptitude for it or not, he was never meant to succeed within the confines of conventional higher education. The world had bigger plans for the Fisher twins, Judah was convinced of this, even if he didn’t know for certain the specifics when he was burning college acceptance letters over the sink and workshopping possible futures involving the pair of them from the counter of their aunt’s kitchen. 

( He’d been pressured by counselors to send out applications, but he was never going to go. Not without Jonah. )

That plan, as it turned out, involved renovating an old auto shop that had been in their family for several generations — it belonged to an uncle and was left to their father nearly a decade earlier, sitting abandoned until the boys were given an opportunity to get their hands dirty and turn it into something more. The idea itself came from Jonah, as did most of their better schemes; his older brother had always been the more creative of the two of them, always full of thoughts and theories and plans, and Judah had an eye for spotting the diamonds in the rough. Perhaps the most promising of them all? A combination tattoo-piercing-and-chop shop. The first of its kind, to the brothers’ knowledge.  Judah never had the same proclivity for art that his brother did — if the pair of them shared a brain, there was no doubt Jude was the left lobe, all logic and analysis and mechanical parts — but he found his own place among the scrap metal, whether piercing holes in clients or stripping parts from the boosted cars that ended up in their garage. And maybe the shop was never a raving success, but the boys did well enough to get by and look out for each other, and it was a staple location in Staten Island, well-known by the locals.

It was no wonder, then, that when the outbreak occurred, the Fisher boys’ shop swiftly became a safe haven amidst the chaos. And it was no surprise either, was it? How many years had Judah spent entertaining his brother’s long-winded theories about the apocalypse and end-times, nodding along and offering questions and scraps of opinion to hypotheticals he figured would never come to light? He would’ve been biting his tongue in the moment if he’d actually had the time to process and not just act, but Jonah didn’t need to speak his ❛ I told you so ❜ out loud for Judah to hear it. They were surprisingly prepared when the shit hit the fan and it didn’t take much effort to fortify the shop with the materials they had on-hand and the handful of employees that were either lingering around the shop that morning or had found their way there upon hearing the news. With a well to provide fresh water and a series of solar panels spanning the roof in conjunction with a generator, the shop maintained many pre-shitshow luxuries long after the rest of the city had been robbed of them. Society might’ve gone to Hell in a handbasket, but like cockroaches, if you were to ask Judah, the twins thrived in the chaos of the new world order. 

Or, at very least, they did for a while. The winter was long and cold and unforgiving, but they holed up and hunkered down and, damn it, they made it through. Judah spent the winter brainstorming and workshopping new ways to improve their camp — securing the perimeter with reinforced fencing, plotting out locations across town to scour for supplies once the thaw finally hit — and had high hopes for the success of spring. What he hadn’t anticipated in all of his thinking and planning was the possibility of a mutiny. These folks were his friends, after all, his community. Christ, he and Jonah had taken them in out of the kindness of their own damn hearts when they could’ve just as easily barricaded everyone on the other side of their wall of half-gutted cars. Maybe they should have. But the Fisher boys were raised better than that, their father made sure of it. There was never a world in which they would’ve kept anybody out. It might not always look like it, but they had a half-decent moral compass. (Half-decent, Judah thinks, because he’d still had to talk Jonah down from burning the entire building to the ground when they fled. Was that a morality thing, though, or was it more selfishly motivated? There was always a chance they could return. ) There was never a world in which they would’ve kept anybody out.

When they were forced to flee their safe space — their home — Judah and Jonah packed everything they could carry on their backs and sought out refuge in the first place they could. What Judah couldn’t have anticipated was safe harbor coming in the form of an actual harbor. Neither one of them knew how to operate a boat, much less drive one, but the twins were nothing if not resourceful, and with their working mechanical knowledge combined, it wasn’t too difficult to find their sea legs. They stayed on the boat for a while, but the sight of a rather impressive pyrotechnic display on the shore captured their attention. Survival instinct kept them from rushing in to investigate immediately, but the twins eventually found their way into the city. Carefully and methodically, they building-hopped their way through Manhattan, keeping an eye out for survivors until they were eventually led to the Wexley. The place is a far cry from the familiar comforts of their Staten Island shop, but Judah is determined to make the most of their time there while they reset, recalibrate, and start to establish a plan to get their home back.

Pre Outbreak Occupation: Co-Owner of Tattoo / Piercing / Chop Shop  Previous Zombie Experience: Moderate — he doesn’t have a death wish or anything, but he and his brother spent several months defending their shop-camp from chompers, and the threat only became more real after they were forced to leave Staten Island for the city. Marital Status: Single Children: N/A Residence: Studio #602 Years residing at The Wexley: Post Outbreak New Arrival Connections: Jonah Fisher - Fraternal Twin Brother

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