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Backstory
Sam was a 12 year old child who was first introduced in R2DA by PlaceRebuilder until the idea was later scrapped for unknown reasons. A new game mode "Evacuation" was the name of the game mode where players must help Sam to get out of the city. The effort of how to get her out was not explained.

I highly suggest you watch the video first to be fully aware of the scrapped idea and to get the idea of the story fully. But you can always read the story first then watch the video, though I highly suggest to watch it first.

Today, this story will be based upon the third person view of Sam during the SANI Virus.

Hope you enjoy this.

The Story
Setting: Kingstreet 1930's

Sam continues to sob under the thoughts of those monsters. The white eyes, bloody mouths, and rotten hair they all shared was so scary, she couldn't even react properly if she sees one. After killing that man, she could never forgive what she've done to him, nor was killing him was even a humane thing to do, but again. Was that man a person?

Sam looks up to see if any one of those things would appear again. She looked around and saw the "Victory" truck in front of her once again. She still didn't understand why anyone would even have the time or would even bother to spray paint those humongous letters. Either way, Sam had nowhere else to go. All she could do was curl into a ball and cry.

Sam wore a red tunic with a backpack strapped on her shoulders. She wore light blue jeans, and white running sneakers. Her hair was in the style of a ponytail, which was last helped arranged by her mother, before the safehouse was abandoned due to the overwhelming amounts of infected.

She remembers as the soldiers held back the door with another line of soldiers with riot shields held with their left arm and an M14A1 held with their right hands. Her mom quickly ran to her and knelt down.

"Here. Take this Sam." Her mom says breathlessly, handing her a pistol.

"W-what?" Sam stammered, but her mother curled her hands over Sam's hand. "Run. Run Sam." She smiles once more, and then later turned away and grabs a rifle. She yells at the soldiers at the door to let go on the count of three.

She yelled. "3.. 2.. 1.. Now!"

A can rolled over to her side. Sam jumped in surprise. She picked up the can slowly with caution. It was labeled "PR" with a man in shades, wearing a green hat with a white shirt, and red scarf. There was another label underneath the picture of the man. "PlaceRebuilder's Energy Drink". She flipped the can upside down, but nothing came out of it except for blue drops of liquid.

She shook her head and rolled the can back to where it was.

Suddenly, a man in a hood lunged to the can and started ripping it apart. Sam immediately stood up, back faced right up to the wall, eyes wide open as it can ever be. She just stood there, lying against the wall and staying as far back as possible.

The man in the hood growled furiously. He continues to rip apart every little pieces of fragments of the can. She immediately knew what he was.

Sam slowly swung her backpack to her stomach, unzipping the bag and reaching inside of the contents, searching for the pistol her mother gave to her.

''Come on. Come on! Where is it!?'' She started to panic. Did she lose the only thing that protected her? The only thing that separated her from those disgusting scary things? How would she lose it in the first place.

Sam pushed aside cans of food, water bottles, papers, and a teddy bear. All just to try to find a pistol.

The man in the hood stopped. So did Sam. Everything was silent. Still. And quiet. Then in an instance, the man in the hood turned to her. Revealing half of his face.

He had dry blood covering his entire mouth, all the way down to his chin. The left half portion of his nose was ripped off, which was also covered in dry blood. The hood covered his eyes from her view, which was probably for the best.

Sam started shedding tears. She didn't know why. But she was.

The man in the hood started to crawl very steadily and slowly towards her. He continued to stare at her with his disgusting mouth pointed towards her.

He suddenly stops. Sam couldn't move. She was covered in fear.

Suddenly a loud ringing noise popped in her ear as she stumbled and fell down. Curling into a ball on her side, laying down on the concrete with her hands covering her ears.

When her ears stopped ringing. She looked to search for the man in the hood. He laid there with a small red puddle, slowly expanding from beneath his head. Sam looked to the right to see a man with blue hair, wearing a black jacket with a white shirt underneath. He wore a safari styled khakis and black sneakers, while fixing his rifle at the man with the hood, but had his eyes on Sam.

He finally lowered his weapon, and slowly walked to Sam. Sam started to crawl away from him as he reaches closer to her.

"Don't worry. I'm not one of them. I'm not one of those infected." He says as he drops his rifle behind him with his hands raised, palms facing outward, showing his harmlessness.

Sam slowly started to regain her balance and sat up.

"Are you a soldier?" Sam asks. He snorts.

"Nah, I'm not one of those guys. Wished I was though in this situation." He says as he drops his arms by his side.

Sam heard movement at the left of her side, and people came coming out of the front of the truck. She started to stumble back. Thinking it was a hoard of those things, but it was not.

A group of about twenty people emerged from the front of the truck. They held a variety of weapons. Varying from a simple handgun, to a weapon that was wielded where it can't even be held as a normal weapon due to it's enormous size.

Her eyes were wide open, with her mouth slightly opened. She looked at every individual at amazement. Then she looked at the man with blue hair.

He smirked and knelt down beside her. "My name's Jack. Jack Eckman. You're name?"

Sam licked her lips because of how dry it was. "I'm Sam." She muttered in a low volume.

"Hey!" Someone yelled from the other side of the truck. "There's a note here. It was left in the passenger side of the truck!"

"Bring it here!" Jack yells back.

A man, carrying the note with his left hand, was effortfully trying to carry a gun with six barrels by his right hand alone. He seemed to be struggling to even walk.

"Here." He grunts, as he lays his humongous weapon on the ground. Jack starts to examine the note. He muttered under his breath as his eyes furiously reads through every word. He smiles.

"Guys. I think this truck was left by someone." Jack said. Everyone gathered around Jack. Sam was consumed by the crowd as well. Everyone said friendly hellos to her. Sam felt happy with these people, just because she missed regular people so much.

"This note was from a friendly truck driver who decided to do this amazing paint job and sacrifice a eighteen wheeler, to tell us that there are tires left in the city over there." Jack points to the town at the other side of the red bridge.

"If we make it there and come out of there alive. We may have a chance to escape this place." Jack looks at Sam.

"And Sam. You'll come with us too." He says smiling. "Though of course you're not coming with us to that city. You'll be protected here by people, then we'll drive to safety."

Sam shook her head. "No." Everyone looked at her weirdly. Jack made a questioning look.

"Um. What do you mean by no?" Jack asks.

"I want to fight with you guys." She replies. Everyone started talking. Lots of people around her shook heads and obviously everyone wasn't agreeing to take a kid into battle.

"Seriously." She says, as chatter breaks and silence falls. "I want to fight. I'm tired of sitting around and doing absolutely nothing. Crying and doing nothing. I want to fight."

Everyone was surprised. Lots had eyes wide open. Some just stood there with a neutral face, as if it was nothing new.

"Alright then." Jack said. "Welcome to the team."

People started cheering and whooping. Suddenly, behind everyone in the little town. Screams and shrieks ringed from the place. Everyone started to pack up and get serious.

"Alright. I want you six with the truck. Everyone else. Let's shred this town 'till we find these wheels! We'll be honking the truck once we're ready to move so ears open!" Everyone rushed through the bridge.

"Come." Jack says.

Sam started to follow him, with her pistol ready. She found it at the very bottom of her backpack. A type of cliche that usually happens to her in a daring situation.

Jack held his rifle ready. Examining from top to bottom for any infected crawling from the top of the bridge.

As they reach the town, gunshots rang from everywhere as survivors shot every living thing that doesn't have a gun. Sam already saw three survivors bursting out of a building with tires in their hands, rushing and running back to the truck.

"Over here Sam!" Jack yells as they enter a rather small building with the color of a tan yellow. The inside was not so big. The first floor had wide windows that overlooked the outside, where people was firing at countless of infected people.

As they head upstairs, there was one tire awaiting them.

"Okay now.." Jack grunts as he struggles to carry the tire. Alright let's move Sam! Get your pistol ready!

Sam cocked the gun just how her mother taught her and they rushed out of the building. Screams and yells ringed through the atmosphere through countless of shooting.

All of a sudden, an infected comes from the corner of the building to the left. Sam pointed her pistol, aimed, then fired.

The man in pale dropped face first. "Good shot Sam! Amazing work!" Jack yelled.

"Now let's get this tire at the other side of the bridge!" As the two of them sprinted through the bridge, people from the other side yelled. But they seemed to be alarmed. Jack was too occupied in carrying the tire to even realize.

Suddenly, a red, slimy, and smelly rope like thing wrapped around Sam's body and started to pull her off the ground. Sam started screaming. Jack quickly turned around eyes wide. He dropped the tire and shot whatever was above Sam.

She fell down from being lifted twelve feet off the ground. A body fell down to her left as a dark green skinned man with an odd head shape fell face first.

"It's okay Sam! I got you." Jack yelled, as he broke her startled state.

"I can't. My feet hurts." She whines. Jack looked behind Sam and returned his glance to her.

"Okay then. Hop on." Jack says. He lifts Sam with his arms and started to make a dash for the truck.

"Someone get that tire over there!" Jack yells as he opens the passenger door of the truck and let Sam sit there.

"There. No one can get you from here. Just stay here." Jack says.

Sam examines her foot. She couldn't move it. She probably sprained it by landing in the wrong way. She looked through the windshield and saw Jack waving others on the bridge to come quickly. He then sprints for the drivers seat.

He opens the door and gets in. Closing the door, he bashes the front of the wheel. The truck lets off a great bass like noise, scaring Sam a bit.

"Sam we did it! We're getting out of here!" Jack exclaims in joy. He rolls down the window. "Everyone hop on!" He yells to the people who was guarding the truck. Jack starts to move the truck in a slow pace so others may get on board while the truck was moving.

They started to make it through the road on this side of the bridge. Views of humanoids wielding weapons started to jump off from the roof, and make a dash for the truck. How can they not hurt themselves from jumping off a roof of a building where Sam couldn't even handle a twelve feet fall?

The truck starts to make it through halfway across the road, until a menacing loud roar echoed through the town. People on the road making for the truck looked behind them, surprised of what was making that noise. They started to pick up the pace and started to sprint with all their might to the truck.

"Oh no." Jack says. "Brute." He mutters under his breath. He honks the truck's horn once again, multiple times.

Explosions and sounds of crackling gunshots started to emit from the town again. A sound of a wood cracking multiple times was heard from the town. Yells started to grew even louder, until Sam could see a giant in green, holding what seems to be a wooden club.

"Quickly!" Jack yells as they start to turn for the tunnel at the end of the road. Sam can hear people from behind the truck to be yelling and saying "Brute".

A loud deafening noise erupted from behind and ended with an explosion at the other side of the truck. Jack turns on the headlights and punched the gas.

They made it.

Background of Sam
When the SANI Virus erupted and civilization was crippling as time passes by, Sam was at home with her mother where they were then evacuated by Military Personnel. They were later located at a safehouse which used to be a former mall. Soldiers would guard endless shifts from the battling elements of the apocalypse. The reason to her mother's death and the destruction of the safehouse was when a soldier accidentally set off a car alarm, it attracted multiple hoards from the general area to head to the general direction of the noise. While the safehouse was being overrunned, Sam was the only person that managed to make it out alive, as she managed to escape through the roof, and by jumping to other roofs to nearby buildings. After escaping she would continuously run and walk through deserted streets and cities, while carrying a bag filled with canned goods, water, a teddy bear named "Bob", and a pistol (a Glock 26) that carried ten total clips. She was taught be her mother how to control a basic pistol in combat while their stay in the safehouse.

How she ended up in 1930's Kingstreet was from endless walking and traveling. A similar aspect to the Walking Dead.

Conclusion
I hoped you like my first ever third person story on this franchise. Again I seem to like writing things as it of course, calms me from school and work and all those things.

Hoped you like it! If you want me to continue then I'll gladly do so. I'm planning on making a series of how survivors found blueprints for multiple weaponry. (Might not be possible due to school)

Thank you for reading. 