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Fantasy Apocalypse: Not your typical 'zombie'

Lukas tenses a little bit and gives the man a handshake. "Lukas, and the girl behind Addie is LuLu." He puts away his blowtorch but still keeps a sharp eye on Alistar. LuLu stares at it for a few moments before yanking the sucker from his hand, but quickly getting behind Addie again.
 
*I smile. I raise myself and turn to the bowman* "Annnd you... why do i feel like you're just a big, toned, load of douche huh?" *I cock my head slightly and raise an eyebrow*
 
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"You have a interesting way of making friends." I say not moving my bow
 
"You have a logical way of talking to strangers..." *Eyebrow twitches* "You are a little close, so, i hope once you're done fingering that string, that you hit me with it. Cuz if you miss..."
 
I frowned when Alistar called Felix a douche. He wasn't a douche, I knew that. If he was, he'd be one of those zombies that'd kill for fun, and I knew he wasn't. Any good thoughts that I might've had about Alistar quickly dissolved. "Can we not end up fighting please?"
 
Marcus awoke from a nightmare and rubbed his face, feeling the effects of a hangover already. When he pulled his hands away, he saw the wrist communicator still attached to his wrist, but he instantly forgot about it as he turned and let the contents of his stomach loose into a nearby bucket.
 
Lukas sighed. Addie was pretty much right, fighting wouldn't help anything unless Alistar ended up attacking someone. LuLu just hugged Addie tighter and shut her eyes.
 
"Now," I say while glancing at the other, keeping the bow steady, "we decide if you can stay."


(good job on the borderlands 2 reference)
 
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I don't put down Marcus's knife. It was my protection and I didn't trust or really like Alistar. I slowly put the knife away, shoving my hands in my pockets. No one would really know that I was holding onto mother's knife now, since my hands rested casually in my pockets. "Not to be rude... but I'm not entirely trusting you and honestly I don't really want you to stay..." I knew I sounded like a jerk but I had to at least be honest.
 
*I brush off dust on me and rest the gun on my shoulder. I clear my throat* "Before... this.... I was a Nurse in Colorado. Been one for 4 years, was on the fast track for a Doc's assistant. I also in my spare time liked to tinker with things, ya know? random stuff. I'm also a bookworm too... i mean, hell, if we're being honest... I've been by myself for 4 weeks, 3 days, and about 16 hours." *shrugs*
 
*I sigh and bow my head. I turn away to put on some aviators in the process i brush dirt out my small beard* "If you feel that strongly..."
 
I was curious why he was telling us such random things about himself. I still didn't trust him, but it seemed he was trying to convince us to somehow let him in our group. He also seemed a little loopy for some reason. I let my left hand slip out of my pocket and reached behind me, putting my hand on LuLu's shoulder to comfort her, my right hand still in my pocket and holding mother's knife.
 
*Starts to look slightly desperate.* "Cmon..." *I look at Addie and slowly step at her* "Look... Addie, Addie is it? You haven't no reason to trust me. No, but we're all doing the same thing yes? Surviving?... Try walking through this on your lonesome."


 
I step between you and Addie to putting away my bow and instead pulling out my daggers, "Not one more step."
 
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*Pulls out my Colt which is engraved, 'Marilyn' and aims it at you* "Or what pretty boy? Haven't you heard the term don't bring a knife to a gunfight?" *Cocks the gun*
 
My eyes widen and I take a few steps back. "If you wanted to become part of our group and wanted our trust, wouldn't you try not to be hostile...?" I stare at the gun in his hand.
 
*I squint my eyes at you, looking into yours. A mild German accent escapes my throat* "I wouldn't waste a bullet on a sitting duck... I don't have ammo like that." *lowers the gun and groans* "Do you really dislike me that much? I'm a little short tempered... " *scratches head with barrel of gun* "Also a little forward..." *Jumps slightly* "Ah!, i have an idea!"
 
*I remove my duffel bag and place it on the ground. I shuffle around in it and pull out a plastic bag containing canned goods. I sigh* "Geez, they were weighing down my bag... I got the goods too! Chicken soup, pulled pork, spam, spaghetti'O's for the little one! *points at the girl*, and even some tuna. They're yours. Say, contribution."
 

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