Realistic or Modern Not Alive

[BlueClover]

OOC II CHARACTER II RULES
Not Alive​

A city stood silently, like time had stopped to capture the peek of humanity. The streets were quiet, litter sweaped across the ground. The trees and plants has grown wildly without anyone to care for them. A forest stood near, half built houses could be seen along with the cars. Two things dared to break it, the wind whispered but that was just that, a whisper in the silence. It was sad, to see something that would usually be bustling with life now dead like the things that walk it.

The second sound came, their footsteps sounding heavy and clunky. Their groans soft and quiet. A bleeding mark on gods idea of something to wipe humanity from his canvas. A showing of what nature truly thought was kind to bestow apon us. We gave them many names undead, x-human, and devils. One name was proper for them though, zombies.

They didn't react to one another as their minds had been fixed on one thought. Humanity was their sources, even in death they hungered for their flesh. The world stood still because of them but humanity still hadn't died, even in the face of their enemies. Humanity couldn't care, the monsters aren't them, they aren't alive.
SavingStar @Anath3ma Blackrussian thetasfiasco Lappi HalfMe-HalfHer KishouArima737 Ms. Sparrow Nona illegallyblonde Psychopath

 

[thetasfiasco]

Reece Hull
- Southern City Limits
- illegallyblonde

A bright yellow, convertible 1975 Volkswagen Beetle cruised down a ruined street, well over the speed limit, swerving obnoxiously. Reece, of course, was behind the wheel, smoke from his half burnt out blunt casually blowing away with the wind that entered from all sides. The roof was down, as to not let the foul stench ruin the soft, white leather upholstering that covered the interior of the car. It was obvious that, even before the world turned into a shuffling grave, this was a common practice for Reece. In the backseat sat boxes of clothes, belonging to both him and his companion, 'Scout', as well as various personal belongings, and bits of Scout's gear. Under the hood was filled with the same things, as well as a tool set specific to the Beetle, a spare tire, and any spare or broken parts that went with the car. He kept all of it, for the most part.

Reece and Scout were planning to head into the city, though Reece was getting a little fed up with the 'traffic'. A small horde had been blocking their desired path into the city, and after being stuck behind them for some time, Reece saw an opening. He had been gradually speeding up for the last minute or so as they approached the horde, before slamming on the gas and smiling childishly. He swerved onto the sidewalk, narrowly missing a mailbox. Two wheels ran on the sidewalk, while the other two remained on the road, so the vehicle was just out of immediate reach of the undead- though he certainly caught their attention. The engine roared as he pushed harder on the pedal, before violently swerving back onto the road, just in front of the horde. Reece let out a triumphant "Hell's yeah!", pumping his fist in the air as he did so, before putting his hand back on the wheel and slamming on the brakes, purposefully turning the car left and right as it slowed, so the skid marks trailing behind the car snaked some. Once the car was at a full stop, Reece turned to Scout, holding up his hand for a high-five, a proud smile spread across his face.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Thunk. Scuttle. Thump. Sage Peterova sighed as she kicked a rock across the wood floor in the deserted home in the deserted city- well, nearly deserted. Let's not forget the walking corpses always moaning and groaning as if they'd just binged watched 'The Notebook'. She wished she had a damn flash light, she couldn't see anything in the half built home. Her ice blue eyes scanned the kitchen for anything that didn't belong.

She was following her another lead for Maven. What frusterated her more was that he always knew she was coming. He'd leave her notes, occasionally set a trap for her. How he knew deeply angered her. Whenever he was just in her grasp, he always slipped away. Just on the tip of her fingertips. Every. Single. Time. And of course, he wasn't here.

She walked up the creaky old stairs and unto the second floor, jumping over a broken in stair and walking down the hallway of the old house, glancing in rooms. She stopped and crinkled her nose at the familiar scent of decaying flesh. She walked into what looked like what used to be a master bedroom. The green wallpaper was torn and faded, dropping miserably. On the floor, mouth open in a silent scream was a young man probably in his twenties, green eyes contrasting with sandy blonde hair, dried blood leaked from the gunshot wound in his forehead head. Maven's doing. He always aimed for the head.

She stepped over the dead man with an exasperated sigh, looking down on him at his dead face. "Sucks to be you, buddy." She said casually and bluntly with a smirk as she caught something white in the hand placed delicately over his heart. Just like the last victims with notes. She bent down and pried his fingers open to reveal a tiny piece of folded notebook paper. Taking an angry shakey breath, she sat down on the edge of the bed and unfolded the note.

​

I expected you at my new meeting spot. It seemed like the kind of thing you'd love to try to ruin, even though it was quite small as you can see. Me and my friends cleared out before you could get within a hundred miles of this place. I've heard that a precious few of our previous gang members are alive it seems, but don't worry, they are being delt with. This is Anderson. He had lots of valuables. By the time you read this, it'll be his birthday or past it. If you could, wish him a happy birthday for me. And remind him it was his last.

But your birthday is coming, isn't it? I don't doubt we'll spend it together.

I'll see you later, Angel,

Maven

​

Sage shook with anger, unable to contain herself, she ripped the note into a bunch of tiny flakes before standing up and kicking over a glass end table, which fell to the floor and shattered into the floor, she ripped books off the bookshelf, sending them flying all over the room. After the room was completely trashed, she paced across the room, glass crunching under her feet, she ran her hands through her silvery white hair, her anger turned to anxiety. Now what?

The sound of a car skidding and screeching tires snapped her out of her hate-fueled thoughts, she walked over to the dirty window and slid it up to reveal a yellow, convertible Volkswagen coming to a stop, skid marks trailing behind it. "Oh come on!" Sage said in an exasperated angry voice. Looking from the small horde to the yellow convertible, deciding to wait and see who was driving like an idiot through the streets, with a working car that was.



Mentions:
thetasfiasco illegallyblonde

 

[Psychopath]

Emily Jeager

Two hours, seventeen minutes, and 38 seconds. That's how long ago Emily's mother was shot dead by her uncle. She was taking it rather hard, shaking in her father's arms as she was carried towards the city. Tears continued to flow from their eyes. Newly infected wandering around rather close, though seemed to be taken out by her uncle and father whenever they got too close. It was scary for her, all of this new. These... People... Rotting by the dozens as they wandered the deserted streets. All human life seeming to be non existent.

The sound of each and every car horn repeated in her head. From every car she could imagine. The various sounds kept her occupied from the walking corpses and the smell of rotting flesh. It wasn't long before she was tired of being carried and forced herself down and walked somewhat ahead of the two but not so far that she'd be in danger. Her eyes trailed the large city as it got closer and closer as they walked. Her eyes fell to the ground.

A new noise was brought to her ears, as a little farther away she heard a car. A working one. One that was actually plowing its way through the streets. Though it had seemed to skid to a stop. The sound echoed through the air for a moment as it made its way into her mind. She searched for the car to see if she'd be able to find it, though got distracted by a house. She looked back at her father for a split second before bolting inside of the familiar building once belonging to a good friend. If she were to have explained who exactly it was, people would have probably looked at her weird. But she had made friends with one of her teachers at school. Well, it was more the teachers nephew whom had lived with her at the time. But she knew the teacher well.

Emily was worried for the woman whom was pregnant not long before the actual outbreak of the virus. She couldn't stand but be worried for all three of them. The unborn child, the nephew, and the teacher. The door was jammed shut, which gave her some hope. But as soon as she pried the door open and saw the empty house, all hope was lost. She instantly broke into tears once more, her hand covering her mouth as she looked to the ground and saw a trail of blood leading into one of the back rooms. She hesitantly followed it, finding where if was coming from and saw the nephew laying on the ground with half his skull blown out. She fell to the ground in tears, shaking in her skin. She gripped her knife hard and forced it into the floor, shaking, not knowing what to do. She sat there and waited for a moment. Looking over and seeing a Walkman with a cassette and headphones. She reached over, grabbing the items, as well as a note that she wasn't able to make out. Emily waited for her father and uncle to arrive. Not wanting to move from where she was.
Mentioned:
thetasfiasco illegallyblonde
Interaction:
KishouArima737

 

[illegallyblonde]

status :

driving w/ reece

mood :

relieved

with :

reece

tags :

thetasfiasco

code by barista​

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the air had not been as crisp as it was. she took in a breath, held it, and coughed hard. it was now filled with corpses, and the endless smoked that emitted from the smolder of his blunt. lung cancer would be paying him a visit sometime soon. she would try to snatch the smokes from him, toss them over the side of the car while they were driving, and squash them one by one under her boots. somehow, he kept collecting and hiding them. he was a pain, to say the least, but she needed him. for one, he had the car. the blindingly yellow car, which was, of course, not the best car for staying out of sight. it was a necessary tool for survival, and made it easier for the both of them. he knew how to drive ( mostly ), and she didn't. his driving skills kept her out of trouble. he was helpful and resourceful, and new how to get out of sticky situations. she, on the other hand, was a quick, tactical, calculative girl. she used her smarts to save them, while he was dumber than a bag of hammers. an idiot, really. she loved him, but hated him just a bit more. all in all, she needed him. she could't leave him, no matter how much she wanted to at some times: because he held her down and was just what she needed, as a friend and a teammate. though, she had always been a 'lone wolf'. she could and would be alone again, but again, she needed him.
scout sighed. she pulled her hair into a messy ponytail and slumped back into her seat. she squinted ahead, noticing an obvious clump of the undead. she darted her eyes towards reece, worried. the two of them needed to find a way around, or they would swarm the car.
"reece," she breathed.
he seemed unfazed. she whimpered, looking back and forth from the road to reece. that idiot. that awful idiot. she braced herself by squeezing tight to the car door. the car swerved, slamming her against the side of the vehicle. he swerved again, so that the car jumped up on the sidewalk and skidded back down to the road. she was shouting a sound of fear on the inside, but on the outside, she seemed calm. she was scared when he did this, but he did this all of the time. she was used to it. scout quickly buckled her seat belt, just as the vehicle avoided the horde and the mailbox. a few yards away, the scar abruptly stopped. luckily, her seat belt locked her from being thrown into the dashboard and crushing her ribs. the car, just as it had stopped, had started again. they were now flying down the open road. reece took his eyes off of the street and gave her a goofy grin and a hand held high. she glared at him coldly. rolling her eyes, her pale hand slapped against his. he was similar to that of a child. an older brother and a younger sibling in one mess of a teenager. but they were both messy teenagers. one of them just so happened to be a stupid one.
the open road rolled out ahead of them. the air had not been as crisp as it was, but it seemed to become fresher as the days went on.

 

[Blackrussian]

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Char: Emily Jeager Psychopath [/border][border]
The slow shambles and quiet moans of the dead stirred, their sanctuary violated, their sleep disturbed . The once sick and rotting smell that dominated the house was slowly being filled with a sweet nectat, one that was stoking the fires of hunger in this creatures once more. The sound of sobs shattered the thin current surrounding the house and whispering to the predator where their prey rest.

The dead began their march, the two remaining hollow shells slowly began their journey to the girl's location.

One was a woman, her face half torn off showing the very bones that had once been hidden. Her stomach ripped open and torn to thunder; if one was to hear close enough one could almost make out 3rd voice........much higher then the other twos low primal moans but ever so faint.

Stalking behind the limping mother was the father. The left side of his arm was gone; all that was left was sphageti flesh that dangled randomly in the air. His once pristine cotton shirt was nothing but ranging rags that been died in the most darkest of red. Whole chunks of flesh gone, torn away exposing the very organs of creature to the world.
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[thetasfiasco]

Reece Hull
- Southen City Limits
- illegallyblonde
- Ms. Sparrow
- Psychopath

Reece rolled his eyes when he noticed Scout's cold glare, negating the joy he would've normally gotten from her returning his high-five, which is something he normally would've flipped over. He took the keys out of the car, sighing some and climbing over the door, stumbling a little when he hit the ground. He tossed his blunt on the ground, stomping it out. "You're no fun." He muttered, before sitting on the hood of the car and looking at the horde. "What if, like... God did that?" He stood up, starting to walk circles absentmindedly around the car as the horde got closer. "Like... What if he just had a really bad day? Maybe Miss God made him sleep on the couch or some shit." After a full lap around the car, he sat down on the hood again. "God's really sensitive." He stated, as if it were the most interesting fact ever.

Yelling now, Reece stood back up. "What if it was aliens, man?" He was obviously just trying to piss her off at this point. He shook his head, coming to the hood of the car. He popped it open, sighing. "I don't know all the answers, man." The undead would be on them within the minute. Instead of panicking, since Reece already knew what was happening, he started rummaging through a box of Scout's things- clothes and such.

 

[Blackrussian]

[border]Char: Sage Tullis Ms. Sparrow [/border][border][/border][border][/border][border]
The few remaining zombies that lingered throughout the home froze as the sounds of a certain yellow car stopped in their cold tracks. Prey was close by, as one they began to grow restless and began to head for this unknown source only to halt in their tracks one more as the sound of shattering glass and objects slammed across the anchient floor rang throughout the house.........prey was in their domain. As one they slowly began to veer their course heading to the source of the noise; Their moans grew louder as the furnaces in their stomaches became ablazed.

Moans grew louder as the prospect of finaly being able to quench the never ending furnace became a close reality to them.[/border]

 

[Lappi]

The Lone Ranger (tell me if i need to change this post at all. This was his previous home and this is the only case he will just find a weapon)​

The older man walked through the sub-urban house. Empty of zombies, He has cleaned it out of zombies a long time ago. The fence surrounding the house made out of treated plywood and supported with 2X4. A peace sign spray painted on the gate of the fence. He walked out onto the porch. grabbing the double barrel shotgun out of the nearby closet. The house ran off natural gas, he turned all the gas on and went outside. He opened up the gate and seeing only a few zombies nearby he threw a long fused explosive into the house. His last one too. He has to abandon this home, too many gangs after him here.
He started to fast walk away. The house blowing up in flames about 2 minutes later. After he is far away enough to not be caught into the nearby horde. armed with a knife, a revolver and a shotgun. He sets out into the southern city, looking for a new home. He has a few slow zombies following him, but even his old bones can out pace them. he is just keeping a close eye for the quick ones. The house is starting to have loud cracks and pops. attracting more and more zombies to burn to death.
Moodaranoid
Exertion:Mild

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Sage watched a guy get out of the yellow convertible, she raised an eyebrow as she glanced between the horde approaching the guy and him rantong on about-whatever the hell he was ranting about. She wondered if he was just gonna let someone else save his ass because she certainly wouldn't. She stepped away from the window as she realized the sounds of undead moaning where getting louder, and it was just from the outside, but in the house.

Taking out both her pistols from there holsters, she warily crossed the bedroom floor and opened it, each pistol loaded and ready to shoot. Looking down the hallway, she saw three zombies slumping towards her, she raised one of her hands, and fired, aiming for the first zombies head, her aim precise as the bullet soared for its target. With her other hand she fired for the one behind, firing only one shot like before and aiming for its head. ​

 

[KishouArima737]

Jason's eyes widened as he saw her take off into the house, he spun his hand around in the air, then enclosed it into a tight fist, His brother lifted up an STG44 Rifle, and aimed around the area, The father quickly embraced her daughter, he knew what was going on, he knew she was too young to understand what was going on, but he also knew that he needed to explain to her what was going on so he did, "My Daughter... clear your eyes.. I know your sorrowful, but I need you to know why this is happening, its a virus.. and outbreak something we cannot control, I know you grief over your mother, and that is not what I am trying to see you need to get over, I won't ever tell you that, but I just hope that you will understand the situation we are in.. it demands such a knowledge, but it demands bravery which I know you have..." With a soft smile he cleared his daughters eyes and picked her up again for the long trip, as he would put her on his shoulders, so it was more comfortable for the two of them, soon Jason formed back up with his Niece and his Brother, as they continued the march to town, though as Zen looked down his right arm at his red Dragon tattoo, he hopped the men he still called "Friends" Where still alive and well.

Zen stopped for a second, and remembered as he would pull out his long Katana and quickly walked into the house and cut through the zombies with great speed and strength behind his skilled swings, as he spun the Katana around and sheathed the sword, walking back to his brother and his niece and took aim yet again covering there six with his STG 44

Psychopath

 

[Blackrussian]

[border]Chars: Sage Peterova, Scout, Emily Jaeger, Reece Hull, Zen Jaeger

Spoiler: Players

- thetasfiasco
- Psychopath
- Ms. Sparrow
- illegallyblonde
- KishouArima737

[/border][border] Every gun that was shot was fired was the dinner bell ringing, Houses that where once quiet and still began to come to life as the sound of moans echoed throughout the street. These unfortunate fools had just woken up every zombie on the block and trust me these abominations where not to happy one bit.

At first it had started out slow, a small trickle as they navigated through or around the houses, their destination you might be wondering was the brightly yellow convertible 1975 Volkswagen Beetle. Every second that passed more of these abominations began to trickle through, what was once a small trickle slowly became a stream, then a river and now it was nearly a unforgiving wave which only purpouse on this godforsaken world was to wipe out the last of the life that twindlded. Each one of these abominations moans became a roaring wave that washed over the land and told their brethren and sister that pray was nearly within their grasp.

Some survivors say that if you listen to their unhuman moans you can almost faintly hear out the words

"Consume all.....consume man"

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[Psychopath]

Emily Jegar

Emily felt a presence behind her, causing her head to vere back quickly with knife in hand, causing her to almost stab her father in the leg. She loosened up when she saw it was just him, listened to what he had to say, but didn't stop crying. She knew what was going on. It wasn't known to him that she knew, but she did. Listening to the news late at nights told her how it all started, where it all started, and how it's spreading rapidly throughout the world. Before she knew it, she was once again in his arms, and then ontop of his head.

As they left the house, Emily was putting on the small wire headphones, connecting them to the cassette. She almost broke down to tears when she realized that this was all left for her to find as one of her favorite songs plays almost instantly. Jason would be able to hear it faintly.

I can't stop this feeling,
Deep inside of me,
Girl, you just don't realize
What you do to me

It was at that point when she heard the gunshots go off in the background, ones that almost caused her to jump off of Jason's shoulders if she hadn't caught them just in time. She looked in the direction of them, wondering if whomever they belonged to were okay. She hugged Jason for a moment, her eyes never landing on Zen. Though, after a moment she noticed something. More zombies seemed to be coming their way, perhaps because of the far away gunshots. She didn't know, but she was terrified.

KishouArima737

 

[Nona]

• Lunette Rowe •

• More Info •

Location:
En route to the City

Mood:
Slightly Anxious

Objective:
Get more supplies

Interacting with:
No-one

Tags:
SavingStar @Anath3ma Blackrussian thetasfiasco Lappi HalfMe-HalfHer KishouArima737 Ms. Sparrow Nona illegallyblonde Psychopath

​

"Alright, Lunette...The city is not that bad. Get some food, then leave." The young girl muttered quietly to herself as she rubbed the sides of her head with her hands. She had always rambled to herself, it was part of her thought process. But months of being on her own ((Not counting random run ins with people)) were turning her ramblings into a habit. After all, it gets lonely when your only company is yourself, she guessed her brain was compromising to fill the need for social interaction. The further she walked the less tree cover there was around her, which made her a little panicky, since it limited her hiding places to well, no where. She sighed to herself, pushing her glasses back up onto their proper place on her nose, she only wore her glasses when she really needed them, opting to hide them in her cardigan pocket most other time incase she broke them. In such an environment finding yourself a pair of glasses that work with your eyes is harder than people would assume and she was down to her last pair. She wanted to be on high alert today, she didn't want to get robbed a third time, but to be honest, they wouldn't have much to take unless they wanted a near empty gun and some bandaids. Of course that wouldn't stop people from trying, she supposed. Reaching the city limits, she froze in place. She heard an engine revving in the distance before spotting a bright yellow car racing down the road she was following. Having nowhere to hide like she normally would do in a people meeting situation, she stopped frozen like and idiot as the car had stopped quite the way away from her.

She watched the two for a bit, her head tilted slightly as her glasses threated to slide down her face again. She was close enough to just about see them. They seemed a bit...calmer than people she had met so far, around the same-ish age too. She went to take a step forward but quickly stopped herself. Just because they looked safe enough, didn't mean they were. She took a breath, Running her hand through her hair in frustration. Approaching people was how she got her stuff taken in the first place! Was she really going to try that again? Seeming conflicted in her thoughts and having a small argument in her head about the pros and cons of her choices, she turned on her heel and began walking again. She needed to get some supplies, no side tracking. She nodded to herself as if confirming that this was her decision. As she walked away from she could hear a gunshot followed by oh so familiar moans and grumbles. She held her breath. She figured there would be alot of dead in the city, but should have known they'd be here as well even this far out from the city and because they were heading toward the car that had driven past, she couldn't go back the direction she came or any closer to its passengers/whoever shot that gun. Which she now felt bad about, she didn't mind walking off without approaching if they were safe too much but, she knew she'd want a helping hand if she was in a tough spot like that. But she couldn't really lend much help If she didn't have enough ammo to even make a dent in the numbers of dead she only had enough ammo to down about three or four ((depending on her aim)) so she'd have to weigh her options very carefully but quickly too especially because she was now unintentionally stuck in the middle of things.

 

[Lappi]

The lone ranger stepped to a small clothes store, a small business. Barely and windows. He decided that the best course of action would be to break the door down. He grabbed the door handle to juggle the lock. To make sure it was locked. he pressed his feet on the door, next to the lock. Then gave a hard kick to the door. Lucky for him the alarm system ran out of batteries a long time ago.
Blackrussian

 

[KishouArima737]

Jason's eyes widened as he caught her quickly when she jumped like she did, he looked past her seeing the Zombies as well, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Zen, and gave a small nod, the brother picked up his Katana, and slowly unsheathed it as he walked forward ever so slowly, "Stay behind me.. the both of you.." he spoke quietly "These things.. are nose attracted.. but if we stay quiet.. we will be ok. let the gun shots.. lead them away.." Jason followed behind Zen, softly moving through the terrain, keeping Emily on his shoulders, as he turned up the music for her, so she would focus on that, now on what was in front of them.

"It is alright my Daughter... I have trained you well, through the years.. you are brave. I know you are.. so stand strong, do not let fear take control of you.. if needed cover your mouth with your hands.. and close your eyes. Your Uncle and I will keep you safe.."

Interaction: Psychopath

 

[Psychopath]

Emily Jeager

Emily looked around for a moment, letting out a small whine as the human like creatures slowly started to walk their way. Though most of them seemed to be distracted and heading towards where the heard gunshots, some decided they needed to leave the group, split off and come at the two men and innocent girl.

Emily nodded some, closing her eyes and burying her face into her father's hair. She heard the music get louder for a moment before shutting off to change to a new song. That's when she heard the groaning of zombies. She couldn't take it, fear took over and threw her off of her father's shoulders. She bolted away, or, atleast tried to. As she was running a zombie managed to grab her and pulled her into the ground. It's teeth snapping at her nose, missing by about an inch. She looked to her father, hoping he would be able to help her in time... She could only hold for so long.
KishouArima737

 

[SavingStar]

~Shiro~
The world was silent. Too silent. It was much different than the before world. Before, people were typically milling about, living average lives full of average people, having fun and being loud while going about their daily lives.

Now, it was different. There was no hustle and bustle of people moving around, no hum as their voices droned on about small trivial details of their small trivial lives. Now, the only people you saw were walking corpses ready to eat you at a moment's notice, and the rare survivor. The only sound groans and screams of pain, bullets being shot, ripping through bodies and changing lives forever.

Kira Shirogane, or Shiro, was among the few rare survivors. She was out on her own, nobody with her except for her dog Guren and her horse Morgenstern.

Currently, the female was riding through town, Luger drawn, her horse's hooves making a rhythmic clunking sound as it walked upon the cement roads. Her hair and face were streaked with now drying blood, yet still held its natural beauty. She was wearing a skin-tight tank top and leggings, accentuating her gifted chest and rear end. Her jacket, a black cover up, had its tails over a solid black wolflike canine riding behind her on the grey steed.

As a group of Biters, as she so accurately entitled them, blocked bet path, she let go a single shot in another direction, distracting the horde. She couldn't afford to fight them right now. Luckily, they were stupid enough to follow where the sound of its impact came from, farther away.

She was breathing heavily, head spinning, as she had not slept or drank anything in the past five days, and her body was grasping to any means of staying alive and awake, though it was quickly running out of grappling room. Her vision swam, her head spun.

She laughed wryly, patting the horse's back as she spoke to it, more to hear some sort of human voice, reassuring herself that she was indeed still alive. "If only he was here. He would have been able to prevent this."

She was referring to an old acquaintance of hers, a bodyguard that was assigned to her when she was first signed on as an ambassador. During that time, people in other countries were constantly trying to assassinate her, so he was assigned. While he was with her, she was just like this. She would not sleep or drink if stressed, and he was usually the one that had to deal with that.

He had been with her for a while until he was taken off assignment a year and a half ago. He was entrusted with her safety and wellbeing when Takashi was not around. She remembered how much her husband cracked down on this during her pregnancy, when the assassination threat was strongest.

She let out a stroud girl exhale through her nose, resembling a laugh, as she did. She soon found herself growing hazy, slipping to the side and falling onto the ground off of the horse.

She just lay there, staring up at the sky and closing her eyes, only aware of a figure approaching from the distance, hearing Guren barking loudly as she slipped into unconsciousness, the dehydration and tiredness finally taking a toll on her.
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Tags

Blackrussian
Psychopath Lappi Nona KishouArima737 Ms. Sparrow

 

[KishouArima737]

Jason's eyes grew as he would draw his SS Saber "NEIN!" He ran with all his speed at the Zombie, dismembered them, before taking their head off, Zen ran with his brother, and used his STG 44 to shoo the remaining Zombies in a burst Fashion as Jason hugged Emily, his arms tight around her the Sword in its scabbard, as he gently stroked her hair but he was angry and upset "what the hell Emily! you could have gotten yourself killed!" He looking into her eyes, tears in his own "Why would you run off like that without thinking! I could have lost you!" He hugged her again holding her close to himself.

Her Uncle took a look around, as he would make sure the coast was clear, he could still hear gunshots knowing the Zed's would be attracted to the more continuous noise, he was angry at Emily as well. but chose to keep his mouth shut. "We need to keep moving if we stay here more will come..." He, of course, was waiting for Jason to be done with Emily, as he aimed with his rifle looking around.

 

[Psychopath]

Emily Jeager

Emily watched as the head of the zombie fell. She pushed the corpse off and quickly hugged her father, nuzzling her head into his shoulder and crying. It was obvious that she was terrified, and that was the only reason she ran. Her eyes slowly trailed up to his, tears flowing from her own. She brought her hand up and wiped his tears away. Though she didn't speak. Infact, she hadn't spoken a word to him sense her mother's death. She nuzzled her head back into her arm for a moment before pulling away. She grabbed his hand and tugged him, knowing that more will come if they stayed.

Emily's eyes trailed over to Zen, it was the first time she had looked at him since he had killed her mother. The only look he got was a glare before her eyes went forwards.
KishouArima737

 

[Lappi]

~Shiro~
The world was silent. Too silent. It was much different than the before world. Before, people were typically milling about, living average lives full of average people, having fun and being loud while going about their daily lives.

Now, it was different. There was no hustle and bustle of people moving around, no hum as their voices droned on about small trivial details of their small trivial lives. Now, the only people you saw were walking corpses ready to eat you at a moment's notice, and the rare survivor. The only sound groans and screams of pain, bullets being shot, ripping through bodies and changing lives forever.

Kira Shirogane, or Shiro, was among the few rare survivors. She was out on her own, nobody with her except for her dog Guren and her horse Morgenstern.

Currently, the female was riding through town, Luger drawn, her horse's hooves making a rhythmic clunking sound as it walked upon the cement roads. Her hair and face were streaked with now drying blood, yet still held its natural beauty. She was wearing a skin-tight tank top and leggings, accentuating her gifted chest and rear end. Her jacket, a black cover up, had its tails over a solid black wolflike canine riding behind her on the grey steed.

She was breathing heavily, head spinning, as she had not slept or drank anything in the past five days, and her body was grasping to any means of staying alive and awake, though it was quickly running out of grappling room. Her vision swam, her head spun.

She laughed wryly, patting the horse's back as she spoke to it, more to hear some sort of human voice, reassuring herself that she was indeed still alive. "If only he was here. He would have been able to prevent this."

She was referring to an old acquaintance of hers, a bodyguard that was assigned to her when she was first signed on as an ambassador. During that time, people in other countries were constantly trying to assassinate her, so he was assigned. While he was with her, she was just like this. She would not sleep or drink if stressed, and he was usually the one that had to deal with that.

He had been with her for a while until he was taken off assignment a year and a half ago. He was entrusted with her safety and wellbeing when Takashi was not around. She remembered how much her husband cracked down on this during her pregnancy, when the assassination threat was strongest.

She let out a stroud girl exhale through her nose, resembling a laugh, as she did. She soon found herself growing hazy, slipping to the side and falling onto the ground off of the horse.

She just lay there, staring up at the sky and closing her eyes, only aware of a figure approaching from the distance, hearing Guren barking loudly as she slipped into unconsciousness
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A man dressed in a hoodie and cargos was walking down the street as a fast pace. Ready to break into a Sprint at any moment. He seemed to be looting any drink or snack machines nearby. Unfortunately that attracts alot of noise. Breaking glass and all.
He outpaces the slower zombies. But one was speeding up. He came across a horse, a dog, and a women on the ground. Passed out. He has a few choices with about 5 seconds to make it. The dog looked pretty pissed, but he took his chances
He looks behind himself and sees the zombies catching up. He taps her on the forehead. Then shakes her by the shoulders.
"Hey! Get up" he was prepared to bolt if she wouldn't wake up. "I don't have all day to wake up sleeping beauty!"

 

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[SavingStar]

~Shiro~
Guren continued to bark at the strange human man that dared come this close to his mistress. As he drew nearer, the canine's ears flattened farther back onto his head, his green-yellow eyes narrowing as a growl rumbled from his threat, baring his teeth and giving him a glimpse of his sharp fangs.

Morgenstern, the grey Appaloosa horse that Shiro had been riding, came over to his rider. Lowering his head, he began to nuzzle the female, pushing her over and laying beside her. He shoved his head under her limp body, maneuvering so that the human female was laying on him as he lay beside her.

Paired with Guren, who was now also trying to awake his mistress (while still growling and snarling at the man), Shiro began to stir slightly.

The first thing that met her ears was the snarling of the Biters. Instincts telling her that she needed to go, she weakly reached up and took hold of Morgenstern's bridle, letting the equestrian pull her up onto his back, standing after Guren jumped on as well.

As his rider lay slumped on his back, practically lifeless, Morgenstern stared intently at the newcomer. He made a noise that sounded like a snort, and walked forward, watching the man.

It was almost like he was waiting for directions.

At that moment, Guren jumped down and ran, smelling another human. He ran for a while, following the smell, until he reached where a young man and his relatives were gathered. Standing farther away from the group, he began barking, motioning to where he came from, hoping they'd come and help his mistress, as he didn't trust the man with her now.

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Jason felt the tugging and would smile softly wiping her eyes clear, as he followed behind her, Zen taking up the rear of course aimed with his STG 44 Rifle, he scanned the area as they went in a simple formation that both learned in the military, Soon they ended up at Zen's house, as Zen quickly breached open the door, he lived alone of course, but was just making sure no one broke in "Clear... You and Emily can just take a rest on the couch. I will stay up and keep a watchful eye, in the basement is ammunition and you young lady are going to need a gun... but besides that, there is also a wolf down there, you can let him out and pet him if you want.. it might make you feel better." Zen went upstairs, leaving Jason and Emily downstairs.

"Emily... Mein Butterfly.. are you ok.." Jason pulled her onto the couch sitting with her, he wanted to make sure.. she was going to be ok, he didn't want to lose her, he lost his wife, and didn't want to lose his daughter.

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[Psychopath]

Emily Jeager

Emily lead them along until they ended up at Zens house. She hesitated for a moment but saw that he was already on the case of getting the area cleared out. She stared for a moment before stepping inside with a bite of the lip. She paused and looked up at her uncle as he spoke, rolling her eyes when he mentioned a gun. Though of course she never revealed that she had one. Mainly because her father didn't know about it. She slowly walked over it the couch and sat down next to her father. Her eyes trailed over to him as she smiled ever so slightly. When asked if she was fine she gave a simple nod before jumping up once more.

Emily ran towards the basement door and opened it up, whistling for the wolf to come up. She wanted to pet it, and she hoped that it would let her.
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