Bayou Voodoo: Where Are They Now?

[pants]

Eventually, a small tugboat disappears over the horizon. The last of the undead drown, starve, or wander off.

The survivors have escaped.

Now what?

( Yeah that's right. Epilogue thread! Feel free to tell me what your characters get up to after the grand finale. )​

 

[Mickee]

Kinslee Summers

After her horrible last second fracture to her leg she spent practically all her time below deck upon the Gerald Ford.

After fully healing and getting back into the groove of things she took up a law enforcement job upon the island to aid in keeping things civil among the relatively small populace that still was within Cuba. She was happy to have something more relaxed for once.

Oddly enough she always wore two badges. One clipped to her breast pocket and another stuffed away in her back pocket.



Agent Davis

Davis ended up heading westward towards Mexico...He vanished truly into thin air.

Was he even real? Did he truly survive past that warehouse or was it all stuck within the fractured skull of Fiorenzo Accetta?​

 

[Legiron]

Zach Bueller

He joined the group on their adventure, not really seeming to fit in after his injury or even when he was fit and spry. His leg was already gone and he was effectively a cripple, but those on the ship probably found some use of him with that Sniper he always carried around...

Eventually down the line, he'd have access to better prosthetics, and his leg would fully heal, eventually leading covert operations on the mainland when it was safe enough for the military to start conducting said operations.

Even further along the line, it is quite possible that either the people he knew during his travels wouldn't hear from him again, or quite possible that he would return. Either as a broken man once again, or someone who hopefully found something.

As he put so bluntly put to Aria before her untimely demise, "I didn't find peace, I only found the truth, and that truth only lead to more chaos." Guess the man really did try to understand, most things unspoken to those he would've called his friends in the group.​

 

[Zwei]

Liljana Aguilar

The trip to Cuba was spent in a sick bay aboard the Gerald Ford. With time, bloody wounds healed into new scars. Her left eye didn't share the same fortune.

After settling in, she mirrored her father in mending near century-aged cars with shitty, old Lada parts. Sooner, or later, the currency she'd collected along the way helped fund a garage of her own.

She currently lives well-enough on the outskirts of Havana, tending to her twins and the vehicles that come and go. She never remarried.

She's made plans to return to Louisiana and follow a hastily-drawn map to the swamps of Lafayette, if and when humanity begins to reclaim what it's lost. She won't leave him there.

Until then, she spends her spare moments at the beach — letting the tarnished steel of an old lighter glint as she rolls it between her hands.​

 

[pants]

Sheriff's Deputy Fiorenzo Accetta

Setting foot on Cuba, Fio was relieved to see that it wasn't just another failed QZ like in New Orleans.
The island remained lawful, despite the US invasion.
Although that's not to say there wasn't any friction between the locals and their longtime oppressors from the north-- of course, there was plenty of it.
But wherever there was unrest, there was also an attempt at preserving the law.
And that's where Fio would fit in.

Eventually, a few years down the line, he would even get to drop the word "Deputy" from his title.

Word spread fast about a Yankee Sheriff out east in Santa Clara.
A fair man, a quiet man. With hands like lightning and a six-pointed star on his hat.



Alex Roberts - AKA 'Bob'

Exposure to the hallucinogenic gas in that strange nightclub seemed to jog Bob's memory quite a bit.
His name was Alex Roberts. He was a smuggler and a hired gun for the United States government.
One day, he decided that he'd had enough, and sabotaged his own plane, taking it down in a fiery crash that left him in a coma shortly before the outbreak even began.

But it wasn't until after he gave the military in Cuba a fake name, slipped through security, and laid down for the best night's rest in his entire life that he remembered one crucial little detail about that fateful day.

There was cargo on board. Very special cargo.

A woman, muzzled, shackled, tied down like Hannibal Lecter.
Alex even remembered the black bile drooling down her chin behind the mask.

Destination, New Orleans.​

 

[Peavey4001]

Masha Degtyarova
As she left the city behind-, on foot, with a week's worth of food, water canteens and plenty of ammunition and weapons in her bag-, Masha looked back... And thought about the horrors that she could have left behind... Or that she could have succumbed to.
She made it up north like she said she would-, but not without spending a fair amount of lead- and shedding enough blood to fill up a kiddie pool 20 times over. Upon finding her parents in Maine-, after months of constant fighting, killing, running and hard living-, she'd discover that there indeed was no way back to Russia... The country- for the most part- was as gone as America was. But... Her family had also had similar luck to her- and managed to claim and fortify a ranch in the White Mountains of Maine and New Hampshire.
A small town nearby- Groveton- was being retaken by local survivors who'd been stockpiling for the impending chaos for months on end-, and afterwards it would only be a few more months before things got more stable in the area. By July of the next year Masha not only found a group of friends in the survivors of that community- that she could actually trust- and who would have her back- but she'd also find love...

Currently- she's dating an Irish-Canadian by the name of Trevor Clemens-, a kind- patient man her own age, and right now? They're enjoying their current situation together...

Talk of a small Russian woman with a .357 revolver on one hip- and a Shashka sword on the other- and a Baikal Shotgun slung over her back, would make the rounds throughout the area. A huntress back to her roots-, who seems to have found what she was looking for...

Masha's tenure in the Bayou was unkind to her-, although the mental scars she gained in the Bayou would still haunt her-, she would no longer have to bear them alone.

Lucky- indeed. She hopes to meet Demitra and Stephanie again someday- and perhaps Zach, too... Should their mission even get that far- Groveton and a small Huntress will welcome them with open arms.

Hopefully- that welcome will be reciprocated.





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[rabbit]

Lieutenant Kuryakin, Demitra
Born to be a free spirit away from violence, bred to become a warrior of a Federation that didn't care for her, defied all the odds. An implant to attempt international relations, a lover from the opposite side, a worthy scapegoat to fuel war despite catastrophic turmoil, she lived to tell the truth. And the truth she told.

No longer a part of the Armed Forces of the Federation of Russia's premiere unit she would settle down with a long-lost love that she thought to have died. No more did she tote her country's flag and instead decided to live as simply Demitra. She'd lounge around on beaches for the first few weeks. But something inside of her needed fulfillment that desire to help others.

She needn't any more adventures. After all, in the grandest of moments, she took the reins when it was needed the most. And without thanks, without need of a reward, she'd live with her man with many, many names.

Spoiler

It's rumored that this was there plan all along but no one will ever know the truth.

Dr. Luna, Remedios

Anyone who knew Remedios Luna knew that despite her doctorates and residency in both California and Louisiana knew that she was destined to be a beachgoer. Along with Fiorenzo she strove to get rid of old world ties and instead start a new life. While her life was not necessarily the most audacious in comparison to the rest of the group she was a damn good doctor. So when she stepped foot on the sandy beaches she immediately helped who she could.

Her story was uneventful minus the birth of Fiorenzo Iglecias Luna-Accetta, their son. It's said that while the other became the Yankee Sherriff of near Santa Clara, she herself was known as "Santa Remedios" which translated to "Saint Remedies," almost too fitting for someone in there.

It's also rumored that she once treated Tom Cruise but no one's been able to confirm or deny that story. But it's really weird that there's a rumor of that, right?

 

[AbeBatJes]

Trey Watkins

It's been a hell of a journey. Did he think he was going to get through it all? With all that has happened? He walked away from the main compound in Havana, heading out towards the beach; sitting down, with several dog tags in hand.. those that didn't make it. But it's alright. Their sacrifices, got those to a place of safety.

Those that are at the compound may notice a small cairn overlooking the sea, with several dog tags hooked on some makeshift crosses.

Approached by one of the officer's he was offered to join with one of several deployment groups, to head out and find potential survivors to bring back to Havana Cuba. It didn't take much to convince him to agree to such a task. But for the time being, he'd take some needed R&R, until the next deployment to save others comes.

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"Frank & Will"

The duo didn't come with the survivor group to leave to Cuba, nor did they go to join Masha. The pair went off far West.. to Sin City.

Not much else would be heard about the two. Did they survive? What did they encounter? Did they meet a man in a yellow jacket wielding a makeshift chainsaw weapon? That was a story for another day.