Zacharie glanced over when he heard the other man yell out to him. Ammo and aid, yeah, he couldn't forget them. He shoved a medkit into his satchel as-well as a few boxes of ammo. He only had his one gun, but he imagined they'd come across others along the way. It never hurt to have back up. He...
"Nothing's wrong with your face, flower, it's a very pretty face," Blue said, "It just means you hide your feelings well. I think so anyway."
But describing how one plays poker... God even Blue couldn't remember the rules of poker. The only card game he was good at was "Snap."
He was glad that...
Blue raised his human hand. "Yeah I wouldn't mind playing. I'm shite at poker though." He turned to Kimiko. "You'd be great though. You've got the poker face for it."
"You're a lovely man," Blue said from where he sat next to Kimiko. He wanted to ask if there was anything the guy didn't like killing, but he didn't think it'd be smart to dig that shit up again.
The young man glanced down at his still bloodstained boots and jeans. He really needed a change of...
Blue cupped his chin with his robotic forefinger and thumb. "I guess the only other option is I went insane for a few minutes and imagined the... blanket or whatever the hell went on there."
He glanced over when he noticed Kimiko staring at Orion and Masquerade hunched over a video game. He...
Zacharie looked over the edge of the building, seeing a scattering of zombies below. Some were pressed against walls, either vomiting or clawing at their own skin, others fighting with each other and a few eating from the remains of either fallen zombies or...
A survivor like him who just...
Name: Zacharie Roux
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual/Homoromantic
Appearance: Zacharie has disheveled black hair kept under a black baseball cap, a square face with a strong jawline and a beak-like nose, bright green almond shaped eyes and tanned skin. He wears a dark red hoodie...
Blue watched as the other young man stared down at his watch. He could tell that something was going on inside his head other than the time, because no-one stared at their watch with that much confusion or surprise. He raised a brow, but didn't press. After all, no-one was pressing him for why a...
"Hey," Blue said softly to Kimiko, "Thanks for what you did there. Calming me down with your song. It was nice."
She was such a strange girl to him. At first she seemed so cold and awkward, almost like she'd never been around other people before. But what she'd done for him, and now for Lucia...
Blue glanced up when he heard Lucia request he sit down. He knew that he needed to take it easy, he'd suffered panic attacks before, but he'd wanted to prove to Masquerade that he wasn't some damsel in distress that couldn't do the job.
"Alright, bugaboo," he said to Lucia. He let himself drop...
Blue yanked his head away the second Masquerade leaned in to whisper at him and threw the man a vicious glare.
"You honestly think I want career advice from the likes of you?" He sneered. "Take your dinner and choke on it."
He pushed himself up onto his feet, his legs feeling like dead...
Blue had began sitting up, his arms trembling but still able to function, and that was pretty much all he needed. He groaned, exhaustion seeping into his bones. He felt as though he could crawl into a bed and sleep for the next fifteen years.
"Kimiko, remind me to kick Lucia next time she gets...
He couldn't tell how much time had passed. Seconds? Minutes? Hours?
But gradually he was able to find where he was again, able to hear a soft, lyrical voice chanting what seemed to be a song? One he didn't recognize or understand. His head lolled to the side and his eyes slowly opened to see...