The Broadcast [Literate Roleplay] [Inactive]

[sunshine and whiskey]

@LannaRae, @Cross_Rhodes, @Dino, @macabremoonlight, @SliverOfHope.


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Stephanie...


Location: Uncle Sam's Restaurant| 11:55 A.M.

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Stephanie sat on top of the bar counter, looking at the disaster in front of her as she simply shook her head, not believing what is going on right now. As a little girl, her mother told her stories about the epidemic but she never believed that it would actually happen, so soon anyways. She jumped a little after hearing a noise coming from the back as she immediately unstrapped one of her pistols and leaped down from the counter top. She sat on the floor from behind the counter and breathed slowly as she now heard stumbling footsteps and moaning sounds.


She didn't know what to think at this point though she knew that whatever it was, it wasn't human, anymore. Stephanie peeked from over the counter then fired her pistol, nailing the zombie right in the head. She then mumbled to herself while gathering her things, jumping through the already broken glass window. She landed on her feet with a thud and a huff then straightened back up as she started walking down the street.


'What is there to do now?' She thought to herself while walking through the foggy streets of Milwaukee.

 

[LannaRae]

Ivanna


Location: Walmart, 10.45 A.M.


Ivy strolled through the nearly-empty parking lot, leaves crunching beneath the thick soles of her combat boots. The front of the store was strangely isolated, which was pretty unusual since most stores were crawling with zombies, the remains of those who tried to salvage whatever they could before all hell broke loose.She had scoped this particular store out a few times before, merely dodging in and out before any of those things could spot her. Judging from what she saw, there were at least 7 of them in there, which was a pretty good number by far. Those things were slow, but they were a pretty stubborn bunch. A gust of wind whipped her hair around her face, making it look like some odd lavender halo. Sliding her pistols out of the holster, she grinned to herself. Let's get this party started.





The doors had stopped working for a long time, the glass sliding open just far enough for one person to walk through at a time. Standing on the red fuzzy welcome mat, she picked up a crowbar and smashed the glass door, making the sound of shattering glass echo through the abandoned Walmart. " Come and get it you rotting maggot-feed!" In a second, the sound of vicious snarls filled the air as four zombies staggered their way towards her. She shot them all straight through the brain and giggled when another small group emerged from the comics section. A few more bullets sent them on their way. When she was certain no more would be jumping out from the shelves, she picked up a basket cautiously and sped through the store, picking up whatever she needed as fast as she could. When she was on her way out, something caught her eye. Lying on the floor was a bottle of lavender-colored hair dye. She hesitated for a moment, but she picked it up anyway and rushed off, hoping there weren't any more of those bastards that she had to deal with.

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[Cross]

Rory


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The boom of gunshots woke him up. Rory jilted off the floor of his truck and checked every window for walkers. He relaxed slowly and wiped the drool from his jaw with his jacket sleeve. Even cannibalistic predators couldn't keep him from sleeping like the dead--true dead. Rory turned the car on, but kept the engine off. A Walker dragged himself across the sidewalk a few hundred feet away. Rory sagged in the driver's seat and bent his head low. The time blinked in green numbers--10 something--except his clock was off by an hour or so. Rory pushed his fingers along the lining of his eyes and he dislodged the sleep crust. Sunlight or a gray version of it light the streets.


Walkers didn't care about that. As if someone forget to mention to them that evil was meant for night, while the day was meant to signal safety. That's what movies and video games and literature would have him believe. Rory buckled his seatbelt. The gunshots he heard came from the shopping district. Weapons meant other people. Unless the walkers had adapted to use fire arms yet. Other people--when was the last time he met someone else? Besides the decaying mass of dead what wanted to make meatballs out of him.


Under a tarp in his backseat, Rory had a box of canned beans. He skewed his lips. There was no telling if anyone he found would try to take his supplies. On the other hand, not being alone seemed worth the risk. The only sounds he heard lately not clawing and moaning was his Guns and Roses C.D on low.


Rory twisted the key in his engine, turning his truck alive. Every living dead in the park turned their head at the sound. This better be worth it.

 

[macabremoonlight]

Avery


Location: Apartment Complex, 11:30 a.m.

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The ticking of the clock was slowly driving Avery crazy as she dug in her closet for a backpack. She finally found one in the back corner and pulled it out, dumping it of its contents. Frantically running around her small apartment, she gathered as much as she could to stuff in her bag: a filled water bottle from her kitchen cabinet, a small first-aid kit from the bathroom, and some dehydrated food that she used to use when she and her friend Colin went camping. She just hoped it was still good. That stuff stayed good for a while, right? Shrugging, she dropped it into the bag anyway. Now all she needed to find was a weapon. There had to be something in here she could use. After looking through her entire apartment for a long fifteen minutes, she finally found what she was looking for.


"Yes!" she cried, grabbing a long metal baseball bat from under her bed. She used to use it to practice in high school. It was perfect, and just what she needed. With another look at that godforsaken clock, she zipped up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. Then she grabbed the bat off of the floor and slipped on her sneakers, hurrying out the door and into the open. She ran down the hall and to the door, peeking out before slowly walking out into the street. She looked around as she began to walk. Luckily she hadn't run into any zombies yet, although she bet they would look pretty cool up close.

 

[SliverOfHope]

(~Bit of a late reply~)


Ella


Location: A Gas Station|12:00 A.M


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Ella let out a sigh as she carefully trudged into a nearby gas station, her two pistols adorning her waist. Ever so slowly she picked up the guns and lifted them up until they were right in front of her, prepared to fire if the situation deemed it necessary. It felt strangely... natural for her to be holding up the guns. For her to be shooting zombies in hopes of protecting herself. And that feeling scared her to no end.


As she opened the door, wincing when the offending object creaked from lack of use, she let her eyes roam along the interior of the shop to make sure that it was absolutely empty. Don't want anything sneaking up on me now do we? Ella mulled over in her thoughts and once she was sure that she wouldn't turn into chow for the risen undead she walked fully into the place.


The young brunette didn't want to take any longer than she had to so she grabbed the only things she thought she would need which pretty much consisted of canned goods, a few water bottles, some extra band-aids and neosporin along with hydrogen peroxide. Even though she already had most of that stuff it was better to be safe than sorry, especially now.


Taking little time to fling the items into her midnight black backpack that rested on her back she hightailed it out of the eerie gas station and began roaming the streets, wondering where else she could go in Milwaukee that could possible supply some form of safety or at the least a place to rest.

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[SliverOfHope]

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