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"...Joshua." He stared apprehensively at the guy. Josh just hoped he'd be saner than the two girls. The girl who gave him the food sniffed him. "Do I smell bad or what?"

"Wait. Let me go with you. " Joshua said suddenly, shoving his things in his backpack. He tried not to look at the aprons. "You're gonna get supplies, right."

"Yeash. Like thasht." His mouth was full, and he grabbed the can of beans and honey. Oh, food, how I've missed you. He dragged his gaze to the guy with the weapons up. "What's going on?"

"Alright," He followed the girl, his stomach already grumbling at the promise of food. "Better be worth it." A weird guy threw him some fruit. Worth it.

"Forget it, just give me some bread and I'll leave. I heard something about handcuffs over there and I'd rather not think about it." Josh grunted and folded his arms over his chest.

[why did i make a stoic guy i should've made a man hoe if i knew there were aprons]

"Who am I? I don't think I should give my name if I have to ask why so many people are dressed in only aprons in the middle of a zombie apocalypse." Joshua shot back, flipping his knife in his hand. Exasperation coloured his features.

Joshua crawled under the bushes, quietly. He was wholly sure that the people who owned that house were gone from some time now. It's been awhile since he was away from a bed and hot water. As he tinkered with the backdoor, he suddenly stopped, straining his ears. There were people inside. Josh...

[oh dear god]

[what even is happening right now should I ruin the moment lol]

Appearance (Anime, Real is fine.): Name: Joshua Evans. Age: 19 Sexuality: Bisexual. Personality: Joshua is a very stoic and blunt man. Although he does show expressions, he keeps a distance emotionally from people. He follows a strict moral code and would never dare to break them, but...

He took a quick trip to a restaurant outside, sneaking in with a sandwich in his mouth. He headed to a large room cluttered with various things, in one of the dark corners of the vast head quarters: His room. Of course, It was littered with books and papers; The only thing that was properly...

"Night, huh?" He repeated, a grin etching on his face. That was his favourite time to get all sneaky and stuff. Morning was more when he could go all out with his guns and weapons. What should he do until then? It's morning, and night time was 9 to 10 hours away. He didn't even feel the hunger...

He tensed up when he heard that TWO women. TWO, were going in this mission. He cursed again, under his breath this time. He knew that he was shy in front of women, but he didn't know how to deal with them either. Does he act like he usually does? No, they'll kill him. Does he stay docile and not...

His heart thumped and he nodded at Delia, not knowing what to fling back, who looked like she was tensing up and ready to jab him in the throat. He glanced at Renatta with slight displeasure, but did not say anything. He didn't quite like her (Like he thinks of everybody) but he didn't know what...

He yawned, tears welling up in his eyes. Felix stretched his muscles, massaging one of his shoulders with his right hand. Merde, he must've overworked himself last night. One minute, he was up and awake, doing the written assignments given by his uncle, and the next, he was sleeping. The tall...

Yes, please. :D

This is going to be hard for Felix, I can tell.

Name: Felix Martel Gender: Male. Age: 17. Nationality: French. Appearance: Personality: Felix is somewhat of a rough draft. He isn't friendly and is like a wild dog who would bite you if you come too close. He usually flings insults left and right without a care of the world, unless...

"I stand with you." Darius replied, instantly, after rubbing his chin. This situation confused him tremendously, even more after that last information made its way through his brain. Dear Akatosh, I need a break. It was very strange looking at a dragon, yet he worshipped one. Akatosh must be...