Realistic or Modern Remnants of Man [Zombie Apocalypse Rp]

[Gui]

Boyd Killman
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Boyd signaled for everyone to get down. The car kept goingnat a slow pace blasting its music. The horde seemed to pay no attention to them. Though the horde wasn't onto the car Boyd didn't want to take any chances. Boyd continued on the side of the road, in a semi crouched position. 
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A few stragglers here and there would appear in the way. Nothing to bad, Boyd and the rest could easily slip past them. Approaching what looked like a gas station and no immediate undead insight Boyd stopped for a rest. 
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"We just have to keep going back to the garage. Once there were home free. Y'all still good?" Boyd asked, taking in a few breaths from the whole endeavour. 
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@ziggy455
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@CabalAnomicPotato
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[ziggy455]

RICHIE NICOLETTI
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"We just have to keep going back to the garage. Once there we're home free. Y'all still good?" asked Boyd. Richie had crouched behind him; peeking his head out to see if any stragglers were coming towards them.


He took a moment to think over things. He'd escaped misery after misery and still made it this far. That accounted for something, he figured. At least he'd had the sheer luck of finding people who seemed more levelheaded and controlled in the chaos. He himself found that he was trying to become accustomed to everything. There was something about all of the madness which still struck him off-balance. He stunk of smoke and sweat, and he didn't look like the kind of individual you'd expect to uphold the law. He sighed, patted Boyd on the back and tried to think less of the last situation, and more of the one ahead. "Yeah--yeah, I'm good, I'm gonna head up to find the guy who saved my ass. He's in the building up ahead. I'll meet you back at the garage with some decent supplies, as long as I ain't dead."


@Gui


@CabalAnomicPotato

 

[NightQueen]

Kira


Kira nodded to Maddison before she started filling the empty bin with the food that was not perished.


She stuck out her tongue at Jackson as she kept doing her work, letting Maddison scope the place out.


She nodded her head in the direction the other girl had gone in, giving Jackson a heads up not to let her wander off alone.


Looking at Kamar she gave a smile as she worked, moving on and breaking open the next machine once she finished on the first one.


She was perfectly willing to admit she was tapped slightly in the head but Kamar was an innocent at least in her own mind.


Shaking her head she muttered to herself not to be stupid. Girls like her were quirky side kicks she did not get the big romance like girls


like Maddison got.


@Eternal-Weekend


@Reaper 1-1


سربرنيتشا\

 

[ziggy455]

RICHIE NICOLETTI
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He had stepped away from Boyd and Donnee. He'd promised supplies, and the man who'd saved his life deserved some kind of thanks. The car was blaring out a tune and cruising along further down the street now; the stragglers and slow infected following it like flies on shit. He decided to go slow, staying down low and keeping close to each building to make sure no infected could jump out at him. It didn't take long before he'd made it to the foot of the building. He looked back down the street. The car was covered in varying colors of grey and black. The final chorus of Ain't that a kick in the head played off and he stepped inside, slamming the door shut behind him.


He stumbled up the stairs and sighed. For the first time in a while, he felt safe. "Hello," he yelled out. "Anybody there?" He kept his Beretta close and continued upwards.


@Eternal-Weekend


@Reaper 1-1


@/سربرنيتشا\

 

[Trappy]

I beg your pardon. Is it possible for me to join the RP now? I'm interested in the story so far.

 

[Serbia]

KAMAR MAURICIO REYES
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Kamar shunned himself into silence, smothering his abating comfort with hushed tranquillity. As he slipped in his earphones, he may have been imagining things, but Kira may have given him a smile. His mind went rampant, was she judging him? Mocking his constricting 'flare'? Of course, a part of him disproved of such self-conscious thoughts - but that was how he was wired. Kamar was wallowing in the void of his mind, now accustomed with self-pity. Then suddenly lurched from his distraught wander, he was complicating things too much. No, she was sweet and detailed nothing but kindness to him. Kamar glimpsed at her and managed to catch her eye just in time to return an awkward smile, his lips pursed, but it displayed a certain degree of pleasure and warmth. Yet inside, Kamar was still conflicted with dawdling remnants of assurance, he struggled socially. He needed the fresh draught of the outside world, his chest felt straiten and compact as if swallowing itself and his mind was frayed with thoughts that diverge each other.


His music was a muffled blare. He glanced back at Kira, then strolled outside. A crisp fresh air greeted his features with a chilling zephyr. This was nice.


@Haus Of Alaska


LOCATION; outside the building lobby, on the pavement, leaning against the wall

 

[NightQueen]

Kira


Kira saw Kamar look over a few times as she worked on filling the bins with the food that was coming out of the vending machines.


The poor guy looked so conflicted and she was last person to be able to help anyone, but thing was...she wanted to try.


Wiping her hands after finishing the work, she left the bins full and went after Kamar.


Turns out she did not have to go that far and she found him just outside the door. 


She took a moment to take him in, she remembered his reactions earlier and decided to be blunt with it.


God knows if she tried to be coy he would take it the wrong way.


Stretching, she sat herself down right next to him and rested her head on his shoulder and just watched the orange sky as the sun was setting.


For the first time since everything happened she was completely relaxed.


@/سربرنيتشا\

 

[idalie]

I beg your pardon. Is it possible for me to join the RP now? I'm interested in the story so far.

(Sure fam cc: )

 

[Serbia]

KAMAR MAURICIO REYES
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Kamar shuddered and his arm squirmed at the sudden encounter, but once he acknowledged it was only Kira, he settled down. Kamar was prudent in negotiating ways he could avoid people - but not now - he needed these folk otherwise he would succumb to this rapture, and he's sure they needed him. They were together, it was an assembly of struggle and aspiration to maintain a certain hope. Yet what resolution would befall them? Kamar pondered momentarily, deciding it's a topic he would conference some other time. For the time being, Kamar subsequently placed his right earphone to hers. Kamar felt as if he were slumped into a soothing rehabilitation, a comfortably numb commitment. Kamar was perched still, unmoving, his gaze lingering over the subtle, evangelic evening beam. In the horizon, the weary sun portrayed magnificent streaks of deep pink and orange, streaking the late sky, complimented by the scatter of remote clouds, peacefully drifting within the distance. Kamar lightly smiled, a soft sigh relieved from his lips and the tanned sun reflecting from his darkened face. It was since Las Vegas had Kamar any genuine interaction with anyone - his conscious was sprinkled with consternation. Then it simmered, just like the sun over the buildings, and all felt warm despite the shade shrouding their position. His head sloped on hers. They shared the moment.


His mind wandered to when he saw the sunset of Las Vegas from the Bellagio.


Then his thoughts shifted.


(play this cos shits gonna get intense)


NEVADA


LAS VEGAS STRIP


THE BELLAGIO HOTEL & CASINO


There was a distilled commiseration, tainted by fear and distress. A certain apprehension was gilded by stern expressions.


"Check to you sir."


Kamar settled from his abstract gaze, instantly the suspense and anticipation of the game overwhelmed him, yet he suppressed these feelings - as always. He remained stern-faced and now concentrated. He examined the table, observing their calls and numerous folds. It was between three of them now. Kamar pecked at his knuckles before leaning into his decision. His every chip and placard was shoved forth.


"Raise, all in." 


There was a stunned exasperation and gasp of silence.


"Very well sir... gentleman?"


A man dressed in opulent attire, trimmed with furs of some exotic animal and braided with jewels groaned in resentment. He fold over his cards signifying an imminent bust, and raised from his seat.


"Pleasure playing with you, good night," the western man spoke. Kamar nod at him whilst the other across from him was louring at the table.


It was between them. The crowd watched intently. The dealer questioned the man garbed in a laidback, reserved suit.


"Sir?"


He was fiddling with a chip, before slamming it down and pushing all his chips in.


"Very good."


The crowd was astonished.


"Show your cards," the dealer announced. Kamar bit his lip in anticipation.


His opponent laid out a suit of four cards in the same rank, one spare, he grinned tenaciously at Kamar.


Kamar threw down his cards. The dealer's expression widened and publicized the winnings.


"Straight flush! Five cards in sequence, all of the same suit - Mr.Reyes wins," he was delighted to declare.


Yet immediately, his opponent erupt into a spite of ferocity, glowering at Kamar, no violence took place, but it was sure imminent. The man stormed out as Kamar grinned, reeling in his winnings. Only reeling in his own fucking death warrant...


INTERACTIONS; @Haus Of Alaska


(im so sorry i fuckin reply slow!! ill try speed em up, promise )

 

[sprouhtt]

 
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Interacting: Nobody, but free to interact with
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Mentioned: Nobody
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Mood: Hungry and Tired
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Aria was wandering the streets of this town when she saw that there was a guns and knives store located on the other street. Aria's mind was someplace else, she began to imagine the way her bed felt, and the way her blankets hugged her body in warmth. But not to mention her soft pillow and the way her sheets used to smell like lavender when her mother had put in fresh sheets. Aria was missing that the most, but she knows that she will never gain them back. Aria snapped out of it and she made her way towards the shop, Aria hadn't eaten anything in days, all she has been consuming is water from her canteen. Aria only had one can of beans left and she didn't want to waste it, so she was also looking for a food store to go into to see if she can find anything to eat. When Aria got to the store, she looked through the window to see if anything was moving. She didn't seem to see anything that was moving so she opened the door and went inside, she was extra cautious and alert of her surroundings just in case. She looked at her watch and she gave herself five minutes to get whatever she needed in there and get the hell out before she was spotted by a walker. Aria looked around and she mostly took ammo for her guns, when she was done loading all of the ammo for her two guns inside her backpack, her bag was as heavy as can be. Aria heard something moving around, she knew that staggered breathing from anywhere. When she turned back slowly, from across the store there was a walker that she seemed to not notice. She didn't want to take her guns out of her holster so that it wouldn't attract even more walkers, so she slowly moved around but on the down low to see if she could find something to hit that walker with. Aria's answers were solved when she saw a machete lying on the floor, she picked it up and she walked around. Eyeing the walkers every move before it made eye contact with her and growled, it began to move towards her in a staggering stance and she stayed where she was and waited for the exact moment and she went in for a strike. She raised the machete up in the air and sliced the walker by its throat, watching as it fell to the ground, Aria went around it and with a single flick she took off most of the blood from the machete, but not all. Aria made her way out of the store, but before she left she saw the holster to the machete on the floor and she strapped it on her back and put her backpack over it and she put the machete back into it's holster and walked out. 
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[CabalAnomicPotato]

Donnee had followed the driver towards the gas station, once the other guy came near, and as they took a minute to rest, and the other guy announced he was leaving, he looked around and sighed a sigh of relief, as he noticed another car parked close to the pump, glad to see another way out of the place. Donnee sat a moment and thought "if I can now, why not" as he turned towards the driver ( @Gui ), speaking, "hey, you wouldn't mind helping me go get something, would you?" He finished, thinking about his weapons.

 

[NightQueen]

Kira


Kira had been relaxing next to Kamar as the music played softly.


She could tell he was zoning out slightly so she just relaxed against him,


as long as he was not pushing her away it was ok with her.


She intertwined her fingers with his, for the first time she was completely at peace.


As she relaxed she had her own memories bubbling up.


Remembering the first time she had to go on her medication.


She had tried refusing but her father had slapped her across the face hard


before forcing her to swallow the pills. 


She felt her free hand shake slightly as she came back to the present moment.


She needed to feel like she was not back in her room.


Pulling on Kamars hand slightly, she looked to him


"Kiss me"


@/سربرنيتشا\

 

[Serbia]

KAMAR MAURICIO REYES
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Kamar jolt his head at her, the words fissured within him, a quarreling dissension friction in his stomach, his heart palpitate and that shook him. He was already coming to terms with the new world and the barrage of thoughts crowding him flared with schism. Kamar was hesitant, his heart trembling against his rib cage with nervousness and distraught. He stood up rather abrupt, thoughts and feelings clambered and swelled in him. They began to seethe and boil over, yet Kamar subdued them. His head began to pound like a marching band.


"Ah-... oh, erh-" he stammered.


He felt like shit.


Kamar couldn't express what he felt other than hope she understood this was sudden to him, and perhaps felt no attraction otherwise. God, he felt like shit. Fuck. Kamar abhor himself for rebuffing her like that, but it was one of the many scenarios and breaks they had to endure.


"Lo siento... (I'm sorry)..." his voice was raspy and full of breath. His chest felt constricted as did his lungs. He was verging on a panic attack. Kamar strained an ungaily smile, barring his teeth slightly (yet not in a threatening way), and his eyes darted to the right. He wandered away, yet was in proximity. His destination was the garage.


INTERACTIONS; @Haus Of Alaska


im so sorry


LOCATION; advancing to the garage

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Maddison Clarke



Maddison's eyes darted around the room, desperately trying to formulate a plan. She couldn't be too loud, that would alert the other creatures that were currently roaming outside the office door. She might be able to take them in hand-to-hand combat, which would be more silent. But, they were three big male zombies. It seemed as though before being infected, these men had worked out a lot. Sure, Maddison was agile, but with three large zombies coming after her, would she be able to move in time? Maddison heard them begin to get up, groaning slightly as they did so. She looked over to the weapons, which were mostly firearms with a few kitchen knives through in. Maddison couldn't risk using a gun to kill these guys, the noise would set off the other zombies as well. "Shit," she whispered under her breath, biting her lip as she thought harder. There was always the option to leave, but the supplies stockpiled in this room would be useful to her as well as the other survivors. She figured these men had barricaded themselves in here with as much supplies as possible when the infection began to spread. They, however, were not immune to it, and had been changed as well. It occurred to Maddison then that if she were going to get all this supplies out of here and to the garage, she would have to go past the zombie office workers outside the door. "Well, looks like this is going to turn into a blood bath then. Hopefully none of that is mine," she muttered, watching the three zombies begin to saunter towards her.


Maddison shot back out the office door, eyes roaming the room full of zombies in front of her. Some began to notice her, gaping mouths snapping in hunger. Maddison's eyes widened, looking around the room. More and more began to notice her, plus she could hear the three behind her getting closer. Maddison moved instinctively, sprinting across the room towards the cubicles. She brought her knife through the ocular socket of any zombie in her path, effectively killing them...again. Once Maddison reached the nearest cubicle, she hopped up onto the desk and roundhouse kicked a zombie snapping at her directly to the temple. Its head cracked to one side, and the creature was stunned momentarily. Maddison used that free time to gracefully hop up onto the cubicle dividing wall, just out of reach of the creatures below her and barely balancing on the small foot space. She hoped that the material didn't break underneath her weight. "Now would be a good time for someone to come help," she mumbled, quickly sending a throwing knife directly through the skull of a nearby zombie with one strong throw. She didn't want to use her gun for fear of attracting zombies from other floors to this one.


@Reaper 1-1

 

[ziggy455]

RICHIE NICOLETTI
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He could hear noises close-by. The room ahead of him seemed to be filled with muffled groans and the sound of lots of movement. He kicked the door and looked up. There was a mess of zombies; some lay scattered while others reached up for somebody up on one of the office dividers. The frame of it seemed to shake and the girl was doing her best to slice at the infected with the knife in her hand. Richie gritted his teeth and aimed his pistol--wait. That meant there were more infected in here. He sighed. His pistol was holstered and he slipped into his small-pack and slipped out the only thing viable. He held it tightly and whacked the end of it off. The flare was silent and then roared to life. The dismal ocean of grey turned red and the girl looked towards him as the infected turned away from the divider and shambled towards him. "Come on, come here--" he walked around the room, moving past desks and dividers.


His wide eyes were fervent with what he hoped was courage but fear still gave way as he punched one of the undead that shambled to close. Follow me you bastards, he thought, come this way and get a happy meal for yourself. The girl was safe to move. Richie slipped out his tac-knife and moved slowly back. The dividers on each side were packed with infected. He gripped the handle tightly and sliced any that came forward. It was him, the road flare lighting the way, and the hungry undead clawing for him. He yelled to the girl. "Move. Now!" He'd have to keep moving, hitting as many as he could. He'd gotten four of them but the remnants clawed and he turned and slid over the other side of a desk.


@Eternal-Weekend

 

[Raku]

Jackson "Mac" MacMilllan
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Jackson was about to check a utility closet when he heard a noise from the floor above him. It sounded like a voice, but it was not Maddison's. He rushed to the stairway and accended to the next level. He was met by another horde and the man from before with a flare. He looked at Maddison and said "Push one of those ceiling tiles up and climb up there.". Mac then looked to the guy with the flare "Toss me that flare. I'll get them off of you.". Mac was seriously tired of the flight, he wanted to fight. With only a knife though, that option wasn't gonna happen.
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@Eternal-Weekend
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@ziggy455
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[MadiRaiCat]

Maddison Clarke



Maddison looked at the two men who had entered the room, thankful someone had come to help her. When she saw the flame of the flare her eyes widened in fear, immediately sending her into a flashback. When Maddison had lived in the group home, there was little she could do that wouldn't get her into trouble. The guardians in the group home were mean old women, who all seemed to have it out for Maddison. One day, Maddison was playing soccer outside with a couple of the other kids at the group home. She was smiling and happy, feeling a lot more free than she had in a really long. Just as Maddison passed the ball to one of the boys on her team, he slipped in the mud and fell hard to the ground. Immediately the boy, who was at least 4 years younger than Maddison, began to cry loudly. A guardian rushed over to him, asking what had happened. Through tears and sobs, the boy simply pointed at Maddison. That was all it took for her to get sent to the head guardian's office. The head guardian was the meanest woman of them all, having no mercy for anyone and often claiming that she hated children entirely. Maddison remembered the burning flames in the office's fireplace and the fear she felt watching the head guardian stand in front of the fire with a metal rod in her hand. "Maybe this will remind you to stay in line. Though it's doubtful, all you are is trouble," the head guardian sneered, placing the end of the pole into the flames. In minutes it was glowing hot. She crossed the room and roughly pulled down the collar of Maddison's shirt, revealing her left shoulder blade to the woman. The head guardian pressed the burning hot brand into Maddison's skin, forever marking her.


Maddison came back to the present, shaking her head to get the thought out of her mind. She shivered at the memory of the intense white hot pain that she never wanted to experience ever again. The motion caused her to lose her balance, and Maddison fell to the floor, landing hard on her left shoulder. "Shit," she muttered under her breath, wincing at the pain. She immediately stood, happy that the flare had led the zombies away from her or else the fall could have been deadly. Maddison glanced up at the boys, pulling her knife from the zombie she had killed. "We either need to the lock them up or kill them. There's a stock of supplies in that office over there with a couple of zombies too. But we need to find a way to get the stuff out of here and back to the garage."


@Reaper 1-1 @/سربرنيتشا\

 

[Gui]

Boyd Killman
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Boyd saluted the other man as he took off. He had no quarrels with people coming and going. People have always had their own agenda. The other individual seemed to ask Boyd for assistance. Boyd pondered it for a moment thinking of the variables. 
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"Hmm let's think about this, I only have 3 rounds left I don't know about you. Were both tired I would assume. I don't know how far this 'stuff' you need to get is. I don't even know your name. I'm gonna have to decline their buddy. " Boyd responded. He did a weighing gesture as he spoke. Simulating him weighing his options. 
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That's why they called him easy. If you stuck with him everything was easy,Boyd had a tendency of planning as such. Getting the other guys plan out of the way, Boyd brass checked his weapon to make sure it was in servicibale conditions. 
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"I'm headed back, you can do your own thing as almost everyone does. I'm a little smarter than that. "
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Boyd said as he began to wall again weapon in hand. 
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@CabalAnomicPotato
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[CabalAnomicPotato]

Donnee didn't frown or get I'll at the man's ( @Gui ) response, but Instead smiled, widely at that, "smart man huh, well to settle your problems my name is Donnee, I have plenty of rounds for the both of us (it was a lie, but he was used to lying), and besides transfering the supplies to that car over there" he said, tilting his head towards the parked car he planned to steal, "it wouldn't be too tiring, but hey, if your not up for it I'll see you back at the garage" he finished, adjusting his bag, checking his beretta, and moving towards the car, pipe ready to defend against any crazy found inside.

 

[Gui]

Boyd Killman
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Boyd was skeptical to say the least. He had a quizzical face to prove it. Not wanting to call his bluff and preffering the safety of the garage Boyd continued on. 
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"I'll see you atbthe garage then son. Head on a swivel out there. " Boyd stated as he walked off. 
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As Boyd walked through the streets he kept his back to a building. Every time he came to a street he crossed checking the corners. As he crossed the street he saw a female stepped out of a gunstore. They must he scavenged to the bones. Trying to catch her attention as another surviver would be a welcome addition. Boyd whistled tried to get her attention as he crossed the street towards her. 
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@sprouhtt
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[CabalAnomicPotato]

Donnee checked the car door, only to find it lock. He wold have been upset, but the window itself was low enough for him to put his hand through it, and unlock the door, throwing his bag in the passenger seat, he checked for keys and was caught smiling again as he found them in the front mirror. "Time to get a move on, because with the people at that garage, I could have a good team going" he thought, closing and locking the doors as he turned the keys, relieved as the engine started, "my lucky day". Donnee headed the opposite direction of the new guy, heading north towards where his apartment was, and more importantly, where his cache was kept.


(in case someone ISNT near the garage, feel free to run into my car, as I'll stay in it for a couple of post.)

 

[sprouhtt]

 
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Interacting: Boyd
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Mentioned: @Gui
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Mood: Exhausted & Curious
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As she was walking, not to far from the store. She began to wipe the dust off of her hands, gosh was she a bit dirty, she couldn't even remember the last time she took a warm shower. It was probably a month ago when she found an abandoned house that still had running water. It was the best shower she had taken in years. Aria ran her hand through her wavy yet pretty kept hair. She usually kept it in a nice bun in order for it not to mess up or get blood on it whenever things got messy. Aria heard a whistle from somewhere and when she turned her head, she saw that it was a man. Another survivor, she thought to herself as she raised an eyebrow but kept her distance. Aria didn't know what to do exactly, she didn't know whether she should run, hide, or just go over and see if he needs assistance. She decided to go with the third option, but she rarely does since people nowadays can't be trusted. Aria made her way towards the man that was whistling at her,"Are you a survivor?" She asked him.
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[ziggy455]

Richie had slid over the desk and landed on his ass with a gasp. He felt pain shoot up his back and turned to see somebody in the doorway. He wanted the flare. Richie slid it across to him and the man grabbed it. As the infected turned to follow the light, he focused back on the girl who was yelling to them. "We either need to the lock them up or kill them. There's a stock of supplies in that office over there with a couple of zombies too. But we need to find a way to get the stuff out of here and back to the garage." Richie looked to damaged door of the office and climbed back up to his feet; his knife back in his hand and his stance poised for the next straggler coming towards him. He sunk his blade deep into the mouth of a gaunt woman in a nightgown; its once-white material thick with dirt and blood.


Getting over to the office was easy once the flare got their attention. Richie ran for it and stepped past bodies. "We'll keep em circling until we thin them out," he yelled.


@Reaper 1-1


@Eternal-Weekend

 

[Raku]

Jackson "Mac" MacMilllan
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Jackson picked up the flare the man had slid to him. He looked at Maddison, and then back to the man. "I'm gonna get these guys out of here. Just hide." he said. He began waving the flare, attracting the z's attention. "Once they're out, grab the supplies and head back to the garage. Got it?" Mac said as he stabbed another zed. "Come on ya fucking idiots! Over here!" he yelled out, getting the rest of their attention. They made their way to him slowly. Great, some more running for good ol' Mac.
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@ziggy455
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@Eternal-Weekend
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[MadiRaiCat]

Maddison Clarke



Maddison shook her had at Mac's suggestion, watching as he took the flare and crossed the room. Splitting up wasn't in their best interest. And even if it was, Maddison was tired of splitting up for the sake of the group. Maddison took the knife she had retrieved from the dead zombie and launched it across the room, watching it become buried in the back of the skull of one of the zombies following Mac. "We're better off just killing them while we have the chance. The less of them there are, the better off we'll be. Especially if we come back to this building for any reason. It's the three of us against the 20 or so of them. I think we can take them," Maddison replied to Jackson, pulling another knife and thrusting it into the skull of a zombie that approached her. She winced as the impact jarred her shoulder, leading her to believe she had injured it worse than expected. "Besides," Maddison continued, ignoring the pain, "It will take all three of us to get that amount of supplies out."


@Reaper 1-1 @ziggy455