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Reid goes into a slow jog, AJ quickly sprinting away. "Wait! *wheeze* Fuck. I think I inhaled mold. *cough cough*" Reid ducks behind a stalled car. He breathes deeply as several zombies shuffle down the street. "Ohgodohgodohgod." He scoops up some debris from the ground and chucks it across the...

Reid jumps back, fumbling for his rifle. Then he notices who knocked over the shelf. "What the fuck are you doing?" Reid hisses through clenched teeth. Suddenly, moans start echoing through the large building from the outside. "It doesn't matter! Run!" Reid yells, his face fearful. He pulls AJ...

...like a sack of bricks. He repeats the process several times. Then he steps over he bodies and into the library proper. "Hopefully there is *cough cough* is an intact book on sign language in here." Reid mutters as he stumbles through the library; holding a white cloth over his mouth and nose...

Reid watches the group from a burnt out van down the street. It seems to him that the dog-man has forgotten about him. Reid hopes AJ wasn't offended by the fact he never responded to what he assumes was sign language. But he couldn't risk attracting attention. Some of these people are well armed...

Reid is very tense and eyes the man sitting next to him. He starts easing his way towards the church. "uhhh...im gonna go."

"Damn. Someone sure did a number on you, eh?" Reid lowers his rifle, happy the man-dog-thing isn't tearing out his throat. Reid stares uncertainly at him. "Could you...ehh...could you show me towards your home?"

I jerk suddenly at the sudden appearance of a ragged looking man on all fours. "Oh man. You're.... different." Reid raises his rifle. "Ummm... good doggy?" Reid smiles, unsure why this grown ass man is on all fours and growling at him.

Reid peeks out of the window of the abandoned apartment. His ears perk up at the sounds of gunfire, explosions, screaming, more explosions, and what appeared to be fireworks.... and explosions. And judging from the fireworks lighting up the skyline, there was some sort of celebration going on at...

(alright then mister GM. can i pop back in? lol)

(ikr. i was surprised when i saw that. lol)

(hey fellows! i was part of this RP in like the first 15 pages before I forgot about this site because reasons. would it be okay if i popped back in?)

Jesus. Is this still going? I disappeared like 2 months ago. lol

Sorry for disappearing for a few days. Unexpected social obligations. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

After dumping his gear in an empty room and admiring some of the antiques in the living room, Reid decides to give the bag of mushrooms to the girl. He silently walks to the door where Hartley, carrying a bottle of water, disappeared to while Reid was inspecting his beard in a cracked mirror. As...

"I don't see any reason not to be straightforward. Beating around the bush never gets you anywhere. Especially in times like these. And honestly, I could just use some conversation, zombies aren't much for talking." Reid say, lowering his hands and approaching the man. Smiling widely, Reid...

Hype!

Interested.

"Since this whole mess started. I've been biking around the country collecting gear and interesting junk. I haven't got a clue how far I've traveled or even what state I'm in! Regardless, my mountain bike finally kicked the bucket a few miles east of here. So I've been looking for a place to...

"The girl who hurt her leg was collecting these. Figured she'd need some cheering up so I finished the job for her." Reid says, appraising the man before him.

"Medical supplies. Maybe a warm bed and someone to keep watch?" Reid says wholeheartedly. "It's awfully cold out here."