LumaThePhoenix
Ten Thousand Club
"I can live with that." She said. "Doubt we'll find anything out here tonight anyway, but it's not impossible."
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Realistic or Modern The Art of Survival (Currently Closed)
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Rcticwolf
Leader of the Tiberium Military
(Well she is Russian, but she try’s to be friendly)
Rcticwolf
Leader of the Tiberium Military
(Uh…)
The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
(Zombie in the basent/
The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
He sat on a chair looking out st the street. "Everythings different. Well mostly. I wonder if I'll thrive ir get eaten."
Rcticwolf
Leader of the Tiberium Military
(Lexi is nowhere near it, she inventorying what’s in the semi)
The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
(Oh)
AquaMarie
Ambassador of the Sea
"Its been hard....but I know if I don't stay calm and optimistic....I don't want Andrez to be to scared...its been hard since mom died and I know same with Ali" Mirabelle replied
The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
"I'm sorry for your loss." He said. "At least she died before all this right. I remember having to shoot my own folks when they... Turned."
LumaThePhoenix
Ten Thousand Club
"50/50 shot at either one theoretically." She answered.
(Permission to develop Bailey's character through tragedy? It'll be a single post, but it'll be a gruesome one.)
The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
(Okay. I ship her and Eugene already lol)
AquaMarie
Ambassador of the Sea
"Yes....few days before all this happened...she was part of those high spikes of deaths....before people started to turn. A lot of medical staff was lost to that first wave of sickness..." she added before looking over back at Jason "That could not at all have been easy.....im very sorry you had to do that.." she said sadly.
The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
He nodded.
LumaThePhoenix
Ten Thousand Club
Bailey spots a pair of zombies in the distance. They don't appear to have noticed them yet, but Bailey didn't want to take a chance at that changing. "Looks like we've got company. The unwanted kind. Let's go get a couple of our front liners to-" she stops when she notices something familiar about the pair of undead flesh piles. Her demeanor changes suddenly. "Actually...I'll handle this. You stay here. The last thing I need is you dying on my watch." She climbs down and takes out a knife. "I'll be back in 10 minutes. If I'm not back in 20, don't come looking for me. At least not alone."
Bailey runs off, following the two zombies into the darkness. When she gets close enough, she hesitates as her fears are confirmed. The two zombies she's chasing are her parents, or at least they were. "Where do you think you're going?" She says to attract their attention. They turn around and walk towards her. Bailey stares at them, tightening her grip on the knife as she fights back tears. "Even after death, I still mean nothing to you unless you want something from me......I....I hate you.....I HATE YOU!" She says with a shaky voice. Then, she runs and stabs her mother in the head. However, as she's removing the knife, her dad crashes into both of them, causing all three to fall. Bailey struggles to fight the heavier man off. Fortunately, she just manages to free her arm enough to stab him in the head. After a few minutes, she frees herself completely and makes it to her feet. Bailey holds her left shoulder as she's sore from falling on it. She looks down at the de-animated corpses of what was once her parents. "Don't cry...crying shows weakness......and you're NOT WEAK...." she said with watery eyes before tears run down her face. "stop it.... stop crying, Dammit. They never loved you anyway. They're gone now....for good..." Bailey wipes off her tears and then she cleans the blood off the knife with a towel. Finally, she walks back toward the houses with an emotionless look on her face that has replaced her bored one. It's as if she's numbed herself to her own feelings, forcing herself to repress them.
The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
Eugene watched her. "Right..." He said. "You know feelings are okay."
LumaThePhoenix
Ten Thousand Club
"For you, maybe. Not for me." She said blankly. "I'm going inside. I need to shower...and make some phone calls. We don't know how much longer we'll have access to such communication, so I might as well take advantage of my wealth while I can. Hopefully, I'll have supplies delivered to us in the morning."
The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
"I thought that stuff would have gone down by now." He said.
LumaThePhoenix
Ten Thousand Club
"That's what I thought too, but for some reason, that doesn't appear to be the case." She said. "I'm not sure why, but I'm not a computer expert either."
The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
"I know a little about computers." He said.
AquaMarie
Ambassador of the Sea
"You should get some rest Jason....I haven't seen you stop once since I meet you...." Mirabelle commented.
LumaThePhoenix
Ten Thousand Club
"Do you have a laptop?" She asks while walking inside the house, knife in hand, blood on her face and shirt, and still a lack of emotion in her face.
The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
"Uh in my bag. Why?" He asked.
The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
"Can't sleep." He said. "I've tried."
LumaThePhoenix
Ten Thousand Club
"Check for news articles or any updates on this situation." She answered. "We need to know as much as we can and if there's anywhere we can go."
AquaMarie
Ambassador of the Sea
"That's not good...you need to sleep. Without sleep you can't be there for Ali." Mirabelle said but she figured he already knows that. "....is there a way I can help?....I have some sleeping pills...if that could help" she offered
