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[Bravado]

Maybe Tomorrow

Setting

Where: New Hope, Pennsylvania, the survivors have a base set up at the HollyHedge Estate

Spoiler: HollyHedge Estate Exterior

When: Modern day, it has been four weeks since the outbreak, things are still fresh and the group of survivors still barely know each other.
Exact Date: June 13th, 2020
Season: Summer
Weather: Rainy, Humid, 80°F

Group Members

Colton Butler, Penned by Bravado
Eleanor Torres, Penned by reamy
Trinity Marie Sessou, Penned by Rayvian
Seraphina Myles, Penned by Noivian
Isaac Matthews, Penned by KittOnyx
James Gray, Penned by Taco
Uriah Sloane, Penned by Spellsword_Kirov
Riley McBride, Penned by geminiy
Elyse Karmin, Penned by enterelysium
Benjamin Rockfurth Jr. Penned by Kuromi_Jiro
Isabella Ager, Penned by Nessi

To say that the world had gone to hell was an understatement. Within the first week of the outbreak the military bases and camps set up for major cities had been gutted. Those same cities had been evacuated and now stood only as monuments to what the world used to be, their streets flooded by the dead. The hollow streets echoed with the groans and growls that the people had come to know as the only warning one would hear before being torn apart.

It had a haunting effect, seeing the wounded and rotted faces of those once familiar to you. It felt even worse with the knowledge that the world as it was once known was gone. It had ended. And it only took 4 weeks. One could only imagine that things from this point on could only get worse. That the survivors would become the dead and that the dead would rule the earth. They already had a stranglehold on it, it would only be a matter of time.

Today though, there are fighters, there are survivors, and they've lived for a reason. They continue to live. Their supplies run short and tensions between them are high, they are only strangers, after all, pulled together by the shock of what happened, the shock of what they'd witnessed, and the instinctual need to survive. Maybe tomorrow they'll die, maybe the dead will find them holed up in their inn and ravage them, maybe they'll buckle under the pressure and kill each other, or maybe they'll continue to live and continue to move forward. Today they will make those decisions, today they are alive, tomorrow is a horror yet to come.

 

[Bravado]

Colton Butler & Hera

He was still reeling from everything that had happened. Four weeks ago he was in Lansdale, training dogs and living his life. He was thriving. His obedience school had been flourishing and he commanded a full team of trainers and staff. His life was good. Now he could hardly think about those people. They were all probably dead, and the dogs had probably met the same fate. It was extremely sad for him to think about, dogs that never got to see their people again, and people that never got see their dogs again. Dogs weren't just animals, they were friends, they were family, and to think that people had had a part of their own families ripped from them was something that upset him more than he could express.

He wasn't sure what he would do without Hera. She was so important to him, often times more important to him than himself, and to think that she could die made his chest tight. That was why he'd plunged that knife into that person. He didn't want Hera to die. It wasn't a person after all, right? It wasn't a person. People didn't do things like that, people didn't sound like that. Those here at the Estate were people. Those things out there? Well, he couldn't say, but they were dangerous. They were putrid, wretched things, and they could kill without hesitation. But things weren't looking great here. The people around him were tense, and with each passing day the food stores at the Inn ran lower. Eventually they would have to leave here to find more, he'd have to face those creatures again. He was prepared to do what he needed to in order to get by, it was what he'd always done, it was what he would always do. For him and for Hera.

He threw on a jacket and walked out of his room and towards the kitchen. It was better to take stock of what they needed and what they still had.









reamy erzulie Noivian KittOnyx Taco Goonfire geminiy enterelysium Kuromi_Jiro Nessi

Welcome to the start of Maybe Tomorrow! I apologize for taking such a long time to get all of this up and ready, but I thank you all for your patience!

To give you all a bit of context to help your responses, it has been four weeks since to start of the outbreak. Within the first week major cities were evacuated, military camps were torn apart. Sometime within these four weeks your characters made it to Hollyhedge Estate (or were already here by coincidence.) All of the characters are strangers to one another, knowing nothing but the names of each other. Food stores are running low and tensions are high, the group will need to make a supply run soon.

Colton is in the Kitchen currently taking stock of what is there and what they need.

 

[Kuromi_Jiro]

Benji Post

Taking deep breaths to calm his shaken nerves Benjamin looked down at his newly stained knife then at what he assumed was or use to be the chef. Reliving the moment in his mind over and over again without a skip button he kept reminding himself he had no other choice the man lost his mind and kept attempting to bite him thankfully there was plenty of things to throw to allow him to reach his own version of Excalibur. Finally able to calm down a bit he pushed himself up off the ground and removed his tattered coat the only collateral damage from the scuffle dusting himself off he looked around a bit wondering about the other survivors before pulling out his journal and pen writing down what had just happened while thinking about whether to talk to the people about inventory or just do it alone. He didn't wanna come off as if he was stealing anything but the tension of recent events left him feeling as if he should give them all time to cope with what had just happened he was sure they all shared a traumatic experience with everything that had just happened. Getting pulled from his thoughts after another survivor came in by the name Colton, that being all he knew about the man, he gave a small nod "Doing the inventory of food or of where everyone else is?" The man asked curiously while putting the knife on the counter along side his journal and jacket. (I hope I wrote enough and didn't mess anything up)

 

[Noivian]

Seraphina "Sera" Myles
Sera was pretty sure she was the only one who dared go outside these days. She had to, given how Misty needed to be fed and walked every so often. It's not like you could keep a horse indoors, anyways. She watched now as Misty chomped down on some oats, pouring a few more handfuls for the horse. She didn't want to overindulge her steed, but also didn't want her to start to starve. But it was a real issue when the amount of things available to feed Misty was starting to dwindle, and there was more than just the two of them to worry about now. The world seemed to be quiet for now, though. She had found an umbrella inside, and adjusted her grip on it now, listening to the rain pelt the plastic of the umbrella as she stepped out of the horse trailer. It was strange, now, the lull in things happening. Once she would have taken to going out with friends and partying, but now that wasn't an option. Closing the trailer up again, she walked up the short distance between where she'd managed to park her car and the inn. Stepping inside, she shook out the umbrella and left it by the door. Also by the door was her baseball bat, which she picked up carefully. She'd remembered raiding the home improvement stores and sports stores to get this weapon - interestingly enough the latter of the two stores were out of hunting rifles when she'd gotten there.

Stepping into the kitchen, she set the remainder of the oats down, took out a sharpie that she kept on her person, and wrote in big letters "HORSE" over the label, so no one ate Misty's food. She then looked at the two boys as if daring them to question her. "Is this inn cleared of those walking corpses?"

 

[geminiy]

Riley McBride

The images flashed in front of her eyes like old movie film. They blurred at the edges, black ink-like splotches dotted faces. Even through the confusion, Riley's mind could still make out what was happening. She was in her lab, stressing over having to submit a massive paper the next week. Her desktop was cluttered with mounds of papers stained with one of the various mugs of coffee she had downed to keep herself awake. Every letter and number seemed to be as same as the next, her fingers were trembling from the lack of sleep.

And then a scream, a scream unlike any she had heard before. It was enough to make the blood in her veins run ice cold, to make the blonde hairs on her arms stand on end as if a jolt of pure electricity had been administered in her system. Riley knew she hadn't moved from the rolling desk chair that had become her home, but she found herself in the middle of the street. A car was barreling down the road, a road that was filled with horrifying creatures masquerading as human beings. No one spoke, there was not a sound. Then there was Tyler, her fiance... Well, ex fiance. He was standing in the middle of the road, blissfully unaware of the creatures honing in on him, their angry teeth snapping to take his flesh into their mouths, grasping fingers hoping to rip him apart. And then there was the car, speeding towards him. Riley tried to scream, to warn him to move, but she could not move. The front bumper of the car made contact with Tyler's lower body, a sickening crack ringing through the air.

Riley shot up in her bed, the sweat beading on the back of her neck and plastering her hair to her forehead. After her mind had stopped reeling from the all too realistic dream that had awoken her from her slumber, she took a moment to realize where she was. The Inn, the same inn she had been sleeping in for almost a month. Riley hadn't noticed that her fingers had wrapped instinctively around the engagement ring dangling off her neck by a chain.

It was the only thing she had left of him, of anyone from the life she lived before. The life of a clever PhD student with a fiance and an apartment and a future. Weeks ago she had been planning a wedding, stressing over papers, grading tests as a TA. But all of that changed in a moment, forcing her to up and leave which resulted in her landing at the estate just days after the outbreak. Before then, Riley had never killed anything. The blood on her hands in those days after would scar her for the rest of her life.

As hard as she tried, Riley could not force herself to fall back asleep, and decided as the first hints of dawn began to make themselves known that she was simply going to get up and try to go find something to eat. Everyone at the estate had been in such a state of shock that resources weren't exactly well prepared or rationed. Pulling on her boots and a light jacket to combat the rain, Riley grabbed her pack and rifle, creeping quietly out of her room and out of the estate.

She wasn't planning on going far and as long as no one decided to make a stupid amount of noise, Riley was fairly certain she'd be able to avoid the crawly buggers that wanted to eat her. The traps she had laid sat empty, though she wasn't surprised. Animals were going to be deep in the woods, not out and about especially with the warm weather and rain. Meat was not going to be an option. Continuing her search, she happened upon a rather wilted looking bush benefiting from the mist of rain beating down on it. She knew that type of bush anywhere, they filled a lot of space on the farm she grew up in. Blackberries.

Riley dug through the bush, almost yelping with joy when a decent amount of berries had taken solace under the shelter of the dying leaves in the middle of the bush. Opening her half-full canteen, Riley emptied the contents onto the bush and began picking the berries, placing them inside and screwing the lid on when it was full. She stopped for a moment of self indulgence, popping two berries into her mouth. They were good. Maybe a little tart, not as juicy as berries from a well maintained bush, but overall fairly good and, more importantly, edible.

The next hour was spent foraging, rather successfully. There were the blackberries. She found wild mint, great to combat nausea and abdominal discomfort. Riley also managed to luck out on a few other herbs and flowers she knew to be edible, along with a few decently thick stalks of rhubarb It certainly wasn't going to be enough to last any time at all but it could make for a half decent breakfast, if anyone could cook. The sun began rising, bringing dawn over the landscape. She needed to head back before other people started wondering where she had disappeared to so early in the morning. The last thing she wanted to tell a bunch of strangers is that she had a bad dream and had to run it off.

Before heading inside, Riley peered into the horse trailer that had pulled up the night before. With the horse still inside, Riley dropped a few of the blackberries into her palm and held it out for the horse. The poor thing likely was suffering as much as the rest of them. Wiping the berry juice off of her hand, Riley made her way inside and into the kitchen where she heard voices.

"We're clear, there weren't even any on the way back." Riley said to the girl asking about if the inn was safe. She didn't care about interjecting, it was not exactly the time to worry about being humble. She also had absolutely no clue if they had met before but to be honest, she didn't care. "Also, I found some decent stuff out there. Enough for an okay meal if we eat light and use some of the stuff we had here already."

Riley dumped her bag onto the table, the rhubarb spilling out with the mint, herbs, and flowers. Then she dumped her large canteen filled with berries out onto a clean cloth. "It's not a five star restaurant but its good enough."

She pulled off her wet jacket and tee shirt, leaving her in a dry tank top underneath, and slung them over the back of a chair to dry. Looking through the cabinets, a frown appeared on her face. "We're short, like dangerously short. We should figure out where we can get food, medicine, clothing, if there's anything left that is. I'm sure those damn vultures have picked things clean by now but it doesn't hurt to look."

Riley popped a berry in her mouth and leaned up against the counter. They really needed a plan, something to do to keep themselves alive.

| Sera Noivian | Benji Kuromi_Jiro | Colton Bravado |

 

[erzulie]

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Trinity stood in front of the bathroom mirror of the room she’d chosen for herself when she had first arrived. Her expression was one of concentration as she braided the last section of her hair. Once upon a time she would wear it out without a care in the world, but now that wasn’t an option. When the outbreak had first begun she had come far too close to death because of her hair because of some looter who had tried to rob her parents’ home. He wouldn’t steal from anyone again and Trinity had learned an important lesson. Her mind drifting back to her parents, no matter how many times she tried to push thoughts of them to the back of her mind they always resurfaced. Trinity knew that those things hadn’t been her parents, that cutting them down was the right thing to do. She knew that they wouldn’t have wanted her to leave them in that horrible state. But despite this guilt still ate at her conscious, festering deep within her like some type of disease. And her sister, no she couldn’t focus on that right now. Couldn’t let her feelings get to her.

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Trinity blinked a few times, pulling herself from her thoughts. Suddenly realizing that she was done with the last cornrow she, placed them all into a bun and looked in the mirror, satisfied with how it came out. Trinity grabbed some grease that she’d picked up and used it to grease her scalp, wiping her hands after she was done. As she left the bathroom and her room Trinity turned slightly to avoid bumping the entrance with the weapons on her back. Eventually she made it downstairs and after hearing voices coming from the kitchen she headed inside, catching what Riley had said before she finished. “Yeah I think this place has been stripped bare. The best thing to do would be to leave and find some place else to stay. Maybe out in the country somewhere.” She leaned against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest. The last time she went out scavenging there had barely been anything worth taking. Speaking of taking, Trinity eyed the horse food before looking away, she shook her head a little but said nothing.
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[Nessi]

Isabella Ager

It had only been 4 weeks. All of this happened in 4 weeks, and Isabella couldn't have been farther from home, from her teammates, from her homeland. She had killed so many of those things, she had lost count, and now she was with a group of survivors who were running out of food and other supplies. Isabella was sitting at the doorsteps of the estate, thinking about what to do. Moving was an option, but this place was a good base of operation, with some woods around it to provide natural cover. But they could also cross the Delaware river, and see if anything was left. She didn't have her usual gear and teammates, but she was confident in being able to get across the river, though she did need a map of some sort to get a lay of the land. She decided to find the other's to propose the idea, and got up and dusted her pants off before heading inside. Isabella's stomached grumbled as she moved. "Guess I should get a little snack" Isabella told herself as she went to the kitchen, only to find almost everyone already here, and it seemed like they weren't here to get a little snack. Isabella would first look at the considerable amount of food that Riley had brought back, and mentally thanked her, because while it didn't look like much, it could last if they rationed, hell, they could make the black berries into jam, which would make them last much longer.
"Hello everybody" She said, her Danish accent thick as she spoke. "About our supplies, I think that we should go across the Delaware river...and see if anything is left over there, and we may be able to get fish from the river itself" Isabella said, taking one of the black berries and popping it in her mouth, they were good, very good.

 

[Taco]

James Michael Gray​

James quietly sat on the concrete steps that led up to the porch of the estate. He'd woken up pretty early, maybe around six or so. Normally, he'd be punching in at the hospital he worked at around now but, seeing that normalcy is but a distant memory, he had nothing to do with his morning. He bit his bottom lip as he took in the silence of the world. There weren't any cars or people and only the occasional chirp from a bird or squeak from a mouse. It was just him, the quiet, and the groans of the dead. And the horse. Michael glanced over at the trailer it was kept in, "I hope your owner lives to take care of you. I don't know anything about horse grooming." He remarked to himself, before sighing and grabbing the blood-stained baseball bat at his side. Then, one of the survivors, a girl, approached the horse trailer. He stopped paying attention to what she was doing as he tried to remember her name. Emily, maybe? He wasn't sure so, when she walked past him, he didn't acknowledge her. After a couple of minutes, James figured he should go back inside and try to talk to the rest of the group. He stood up and, with a twirl of his bat, turned to enter the inn.

Michael stepped through the threshold of the estate's doors, closing and locking the door behind him. He followed the voices echoing throughout the estate to the kitchen. It seemed that the whole group was in there already. He moved inside and leaned gently on his baseball bat, "What's this about the river?" He asked, barely catching the end of the conversation, "Fishing seems like a pretty good idea, but we don't have any poles or bait. Well, I don't, at least." James added, glancing around at everyone with a small smile. Maybe they'd get lucky, he thought. Maybe someone brought a fishing pole. Maybe this place was owned by an old fisherman and they'd find something here.

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[div class=tag]outfit[/div] here. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Isaac laid in bed, fully clothed, staring blankly up at the ceiling. His head was still spinning from this past weeks events. Well really, the past four weeks had been hell but he had been holed up at this estate for the past few days. He had been winding his way north for a while, he wasn't too sure how long really, in search of his mother. he had made it pretty far before his car finally crapped out on him, forcing him to gather the little bit of supplies he had and trudge forward on foot. The only weapon he had in the car was his 4-way tire iron. It wasn't the best, he had to admit, but it was better than nothing.

So he had made his way to the estate, it had looked pretty safe from the outside and he had been pleasantly surprised to find there where people already holed up when he got here. Pleasantly probably wasn't the best word to describe how anyone felt at that moment though. He still hadn't found any clue to where his mother had ran off to and it wasn't looking like he was going to find her anytime soon. The thought sent a plummeting feeling into the pit of his stomach and he sat up in bed, a scowl on his face. There wasn't time to think negatively about the situation. Isaac knew they needed to move quickly, the supplies in the estate were running dangerously low and he didn't know anyone here well enough to trust them not to go off the deep end. Not yet at least.

The thought of dwindling supplies put Isaac on his feet as his stomach rumbled. He knew he had a couple cans of food in his personal stash but he figured he'd take advantage of what was here while he still could. Quietly, he exited his room and headed down to the kitchen where the sound of voices was already there to greet him. He stood just outside of the threshold for the kitchen, seeing as there was already quite a gathering and he wasn't just going to step into the middle of everything. It was mildly comforting that the groups thoughts echoed his own, they all knew they wouldn't last long without supplies. He agreed with the long brown haired girl, Isabella he thought her name was, that they should probably cross the river, he had a lot more ground to cover. "I agree, we should move across the river," he chimed in his gruff voice. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

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[reamy]

"everyone has a chapter . . . .

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lle was still having a hard time understanding how this had all happened. just a little over a month ago the world was fine... where did it all go wrong? she still wasn't fully understanding how this all happened and how it happened so fast. you can't even take a step outside for a breath of fresh air without hearing a moan or groan from one of the creatures. they're commonly addressed as 'the dead' or 'walkers' , though neither of the names seem to truly fit whatever they are. they're nightmares. at least that's how elle feels about them. they shouldn't exist, it doesn't make any sense for them to be roaming the streets but at this point why question it? now elle was stuck in a place with a bunch of strangers, she couldn't even tell you their names to be rather honest with you. but what can you really expect when she's only been here for maybe a week? she didn't like the idea of being with people she didn't know but she knew it was better than being stuck out there on her own. at least for now anyways. a heavy sigh escaped her lips as she sat up, listening to the voices and movement come from downstairs. she wasn't aware of any meeting but she also really didn't expect to be included either. she did notice that most of the people she was with have no prior knowledge of each other, they're all total strangers. you wouldn't think anyone would be willing to just open door to anyone who came through but logically there was power in numbers. for the most part anyways. "guess i should go see what all the fuss is about.." she mumbled to herself as she pushed herself off the bed she was sitting on.

she found a majority of the people who were living here in the kitchen in a conversation about supplies. they were oddly enough running low, but that's going to happen with numbers of bodies growing that live in this place. there was mention of a river. supply run and relocating. relocating would rather hard with a group this size but it's not impossible. elle made her way into the kitchen but not before taking notice of the bag that was labeled 'horse', now that might make it a little harder to relocate. yes the horse could be useful but if it's spooked, they're screwed but they would be able to scout areas faster too. "i don't think we need to relocate, we're okay here for at least awhile longer." elle chimed in, glancing at trinity giving a slight shrug as she kept speaking. "however, it does seem like we are running rather low on supplies." her arms folded across her chest making her come to a similar stance that basically everyone already was in, she gave another shrug of her shoulders as her gaze fell upon the ground trying to pull together some type of idea. the only issue was she wasn't too familiar with the area across the river, all she knew was it was New Jersey meaning there's a slight chance it's covered with the dead. it's just a risk they're going to have to take. "crossing the river is our best option, we could split the group into two to cover more ground." she added, pulling her gaze up and scanning those around her.

. . . . they don't read out loud"

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[Goonfire]

Uriah Sloane

Uriah sat on a balcony overlooking the front yard of the Hollyhedge estate. His backpack sat next to him, open to reveal his few possessions. His forlorn stare was fixed on the grass below; he was lost in thought. Compared to many, he was lucky; at least, he supposed so. His parents escaped, but his own poor judgment resulted in his accidental separation from them. He wanted to find them...

On the other hand, Uriah wondered if there was a different purpose for him. When he arrived at the estate, people were already living there. Their supplies quickly waned until serious discussions were required. They needed scavengers and scouts, people who were fast on their feet and courageous enough to brave potential infected hotspots. He would do it, for his own sake and theirs.