Fandom The Walking Dead: Dead Among Us

[Loke Fullbuster]

Thais is A Walking Dead based RPG. Keep in mind RPG. This is a game that is tailored to your decisions. Say a herd comes our way and you decide to head the other way as the group. That's when I step in. I decide your fate. I won't be some douchebag and kill all the time, only at certain moments. I want this to be a good meaningful story. Feel free to add drama and all. An event system will be posted in OOC as we warm up to one another. This will be where I give characters tasks. Most will be based off of what you say. More will be explained in OOC.


Now for the plot.


Your on the highway to Atlanta. Traffics backed up pretty bad. People have become crazy. Eating eachother like animals. There was apperently a safe haven downtown and your trying to get there as fast as you can. Family, friends, survival. Those are what's mist important to you. No one can make it alone. Not anymore. One thing is for sure, nothing is what it used to be. The world has changed. For the dead are among us.


• No God Modding


• Posts must be Within a 24 hour timeframe of eachother unless you speak to me before hand and warn me. Inactivity hurts the rp and your fellow rpers


• Do not argue if your character dies


•Keep in mind* Well thought out characters tend to last a long time, at least longer than those not planned out.


*You will be pm ed when your character is up to die. I will give you the option of killing yourself or me doing it


•Feel free to have multiple Characters or make another one after your death. It keeps the rp alive.


•Complete events within 24 hour given. Warnings will be given at the 24 hour, 12 hour, 6 hour, 3 hour, and 1 hour mark.


• RpN rules Apply


• Anything Can happen


• Also there will be no superbadass walker killing machines. This includes cars, modifies guns, and bad ass people.


•Posts must be at least 5 sentences minimum

 

[Loke Fullbuster]

Ryan sat in the back seat of his fathers Cadillac, tears streaming down his face. His sobs had quieted down to a low groan. They were on the highway to Atlanta. Traffic was backed up so badly that it seemed to be at a complete stop. He found himself looking out of the window, a fight had just broken out between to men, so he decided to pay attention to it instead of recalling the horrors he had just witnessed. Ryan's dad, Carlisle, looked into the rear view mirror. "Son, I had to." he stated. "Had to what? Kill my mother. That's a BS story." Ryan replied. "Save the shit for someone else." He huffed . Ryan unlocked the door and got out, slamming the door behind him. He took off in the direction of Atlanta. "Shit." Carlisle said as he unbuckled his seat belt and got out. "Ryan wait." he said running up and grabbing the cryinf boys sleeve. Ryan pulled away. "Wait for what? You to kill me?" the boy responded tears in his eyes. "Your a murderer and I hate you!" Ryan yelled. Everything that happened next was all a big blur. A figure shuffled up to Ryan's dad. It made a sort of moaning noise as it drew near. When the figure was close enough it grabbed Carlisle mid-sentence, and latched onto his neck with its teeth. Carlisle screamed as the thing took a large chunck out of him, causing blood to squirt all over the place. Screams could be heard from every direction. People took off, no one stopping to help the now screaming man. "Dad!!!" Ryan ran towards his father but was instantly grabbed by a hand. "NO! LET ME GO! I HAVE TO HELP HIM!" he yelled.

 

[Quintessential]

Gwen, who had really purely been a passer-by, had witnessed the whole ordeal. Out of impulse, she lurched forward, as a younger boy jumped to his paternal figure's aid. Her eyes widened as the boy yelled at her, and her gaze darted around at the scattering mob. She could almost hear the biters approaching. "No, please. He's been bitten. He's gone." She murmured nervously, pushing him behind her. "Stay back!" She hissed and frowned at her own sternness, but blocked the oblivious young teenager from the infected. "Go back to your car." She said quietly, pulling her gun from the waistband of her jeans with an anxious look in her stormy grey eyes. "I'm sorry." She murmured, as the man went limp. He stayed that way for a while, perhaps a minute, and the twitching began. He spasmed, and she stepped the closer. THe man's full coloured eyes opened, a now sickly yellowish colour, and she pulled the trigger to his head.

 

[Weaknees]

Juniper, who didn't actually own a car, figured he might as well find someway to Atlanta... People on the available radio stations had been saying that it was a safer place, where a military base possibly awaited. So Naturally, Juniper packed up some of his clothes, and the sharpest knives he could find (which were actually quite dull) and started walking, or running, down the highway. He lived practically across the street from it anyway, so it wasn't much of a hassle.


June had took notice at the piling traffic, and angry people panicking at the sight of one Zombie, but he tried not to let that phase him much.


He stopped and watched as some boy hopped out of a vehicle, only to yell at his dad who followed him out... He was probably going to intervene and help on the situation, however he jumped out of the way as a random Zombie wandered past him.


Juniper watched with wide eyes as the thing took a huge chunk out of the fatherly figure..


"Oh my god....." He said simply, covering his mouth in sheer awe of the situation. The boy was going to go cling to his father, only a pretty lady with brown hair pulled him back, taking a great deal of initiative.


As soon as the man's brains were splattered about on the concrete, Juniper, who was actually rather close to the pair of people, hunched over to the side and upchucked what he had ate for breakfast...


The scene was just so unbelievably gory, as well as intense... He shook his snowy-white head, and tried to get out of his shocked state...


That did not just happen... He thought desperately in his mind... Only it did... And it wasn't just a video game either. There was no re-spawning...

 

[Loke Fullbuster]

Ryan watched on in horror as the girl shot his father. "NO!" He yelled. Tears began to stream down his face. The boy ran to his car and got into the front seat. A bubbly feeling began to rise out of his stomach, and then it happened. Ryan began to throw up over the dashboard of the car. "Oh god." he said as more started to come out. The boy stopped and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, taking in a deep breath. He sat back in the seat and began to cry. "Oh no. No, no, no." is all he could say. "Dad, I'm sorry dad. Please don't go, please." the tears just kept coming. Ryan had just lost both of his parents that same night. The boy pulled his legs up to his chest and began to rock back and forth in the seat as he continued to sob. "I'm sorry daddy. I'm so sorry." guilt washed over him.

 

[Quintessential]

Gwen stepped back, raising her hand up to wipe a spot of blood off her left cheek with disgust, and neared the car again, holding her gun out as more of the undead neared from the sound of the gunshot. She cursed at herself for not finding something more silent, and looked around for the kid. "I'm sorry." She murmured, sadness evident on her fair face, and looked up to see a white-haired man retching up on the pavement. She ran up quickly, hand on her pistol. "Have you been bitten?" She asked worriedly, not even bothering to check him for weapons. The girl kept her dominant hand on her gun, prepared to whip it out in case me attacked. From her left, a car honked, and she waited for an answer hastily, keeping an eye on the boy in the car.

 

[Weaknees]

"AH, Whh.. WHAAAt....... D.. Don't Poooinnnt That at mee...!" Juniper said, (squeaked really) while waving his arms around defensively.


"L... Last I checked.. umm.. I was fine..." He said, straightening himself out and then looking over his body. June was getting really nervous, having a gun pointed at him and all...


"Look, you seem like a nice person... And... Umm.... Shouldn't we help out the kid..." He said, looking anywhere but at the girl. Juniper felt really badly for the kid in the car, though it wasn't like he could relate to any of that, but then again his parents were probably dead too. June quickly shook that thought from his head... Just because he had to move out, doesn't mean that he loved his parents any less.


If I survive this day, it will be a miracle... He thought to himself, while pulling the sleeves of his sweater over his hands. Whenever he felt panicked or insecure, he would get strangely cold...

 

[SuperChocoMilk]

"Has anyone ever told you that you look like Anne Hathaway?"


"Yes, a few, but mostly you."


The brown-haired woman who did in FACT look like Anne Hathaway grinned from across the table, right at her husband Matthew Andrews. The blonde man with the blue baseball cap smiled back, showing a grin that made it increasingly obvious he didn't brush his teeth today. The two sat in a Wendy's, just having seen a movie on their first date in a while. The two had been married for 9 years now, and haven't had a date since....


A year? Maybe? Emily Andrews couldn't quite remember, so she took a sip from her Coca-Cola, still looking at Matthew across the table. He looked at her with that dopey grin again, and she almost laughed. His pretend stupidity was actually endearing.


She was so beautiful. Even in her white t-shirt, and her purple shorts, she was beautiful. Even with those goddamn green bracelets she wore around her neck, she was beautiful to Matthew. Maybe not to other people, but to him she was great. She had those longs locks of hair that just touched over her shoulders, and they were GREAT. Matthew was suddenly awoken from his dopeyness, as a hand waved in front of him. "Hello? Earth to Matthew." Emily waved her hand right in front of Matthew's face, him suddenly snapping back to reality. "Uh, right. Sorry."


"Caught you staring."


She grinned again, and Matthew finally regained his composure and decided to make a comeback. "Sorry, you had something right.... there." He made a hand motion that waved all around his face, then slyly smiled.


"Funny." Emily replied, just as an old song started playing over the intercom of the Wendy's. "Ooh, gotta love this song." She did a small Cabbage Patch, making her arms swung out in front of her one time, then sang along to the words of the song. "That's cute." Matthew replied, but his replies were drowned out by Emily's loud singing. "Everyone's watching! To see what you will doooo!" She sang out more, and Matthew started laughing. It actually was sort of cute, in an extremely strange and drunken way. "Everybody's, working, for the weekend!" She droned on, and Matthew heard the steps of the cashier echoing in the Wendy's. "Want a piece of my heart!" Emily sang one last time, just as the cashier, a short, chubby, Hispanic woman stood behind them, her hands on her hips and her mouth curled into a scowl.


"Can you two leave already? It's 11:00. You've been here for two hours."


Matthew looked at Emily, who appeared to be trying to contain her laughter. Matthew nodded, also trying to hide a smile, as he peered at the woman's shirt, the button on the front already having snapped off. Beer made anything funny. "Sure, sure, we're leaving." Matthew said, as he grabbed Emily's hand and pulled her off towards the door. Once they exited into the cold nighttime air, the couple immediately burst out laughing. "Oh god, did you see her button?" Emily exclaimed, and the two were thrown into another fit of laughter. "Yeah, it was gone! I think it just snapped away!" The two once more started laughing away in the parking lot, and took a good minute to regain their composure. Beer made ANYTHING funny.


"We should probably get back to Cynthia." Emily said, after they finally stopped their laughing fits. The two jumped in their white Ford Escape, after realizing they were long past Cynthia's bedtime. They were supposed to get back before 10:00, and now it was 11:00. Hopefully the babysitter was still there, and wasn't too angry. Emily jumped in the passenger seat, just after declaring "Shotgun" and Matthew had jumped into the driver's seat. Matthew drove down the country road, going two over the speed limit. Of course, the limit was only 30, but that was still kind of fast, right? Matthew was hard at thinking about the safety of his daughter when Emily spoke up again. "I really liked this. Thanks. We should do it again." She gave Matthew a small peck on the cheek, and he smiled, and looked at her, taking his eyes off of the empty and desolate road. "Oh you." He playfully replied, but his attention was diverted by Emily's sudden facial expression change into fear. "Holy shit!" She screamed, just as Matthew turned to see the person walking across the road. They crashed into the person, their body thrown off into a ditch on the side of the road. The Escape spun out of control, stopping in the middle of the road, right on the yellow lines.


Matthew released his hands from the wheels, then looked at Emily. She seemed fine, if just a little shocked and thrown off. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh my fucking god!" Matthew yelled, and he hit the horn, causing it to sound off into the forest. "We just fucking killed someone!" He cried out once again, as Emily stood there speechless. Matthew almost leapt out of the car, feeling sick to his stomach. He wanted to throw up. He really did. Just. Maybe he didn't kill the person. A small ray of hope shone in Matthew's heart, as he ran for the ditch, looking for the person. "Hello? Are you okay?!" He called out into the darkness, but got no response. Except for what sounded like a moaning. Not a pained moaning, more so something like, when breath left a body when someone died.


Did they kill someone? Matthew feared, but was soon helped by a figure rising up from the ditch. "Thank god you're alive. You're alive? Wait. How the fuck are you alive?!" He yelled, and he felt a hand touch his shoulder, as Emily walked up beside him. "They're okay?!" She said, then turned to see the figure that walked towards them. It was horrific. The person's face was rotted, they were missing an arm and their clothes were torn and worn. Their eyes were soulless, and it groaned out, reaching for Emily. "No!" Matthew grabbed Emily and pulled her back, and the two ran back for the car. The two sped off, and they looked at each other in horror. "What the fuck was that?!" Emily cried out, tears welling up in her eyes. "Shit. We need to get to Cynthia. We need to get to Cynthia."


***


Emily and Matthew burst through the doors to their home, and found the babysitter, Sandra, watching late night TV. "Hey Mr. and Mrs. Andrews. What's the rush?"


"Where's Cynthia?" Emily said, slightly calming herself after seeing Sandra calm and cool. "She's in her bed, sleeping." Matthew nearly busted down the door trying to get to Cynthia. She was sleeping, just like the teenage Sandra had said. Matthew flipped on the lights, and Cynthia drowsily awoke. "Dad?" She called out, as Matthew kneeled down to Cynthia, and pulled her out of bed. "You okay Cee?" He said, and when the 9-year old nodded, he smiled. She was also quite adorable, with black hair that was shaped into a ponytail ALL the time, and three light freckles that dotted her face. She looked very similar to her mother, and that was the way Matthew liked it. "Get dressed, we have to go."


"Okay, where are we going?"


"I'll tell you later, okay?"


Cynthia nodded, and Matthew calmly left her to her room. He saw Emily and Sandra conversing in the living room, and walked up to them. Emily turned to him, a stressed look on her face. "I was just telling Sandra that she needed to go. I already paid her, too."


Sandra nodded and joined in on the conversing, as she always did. "Yeah, I'm headed to Ed and Diana's to watch Clem. They said they were leaving tonight, and I'm late. See ya later guys." Sandra said, and was about to bolt out the door, when Cynthia came out of her room. Sandra turned and smiled, ruffled Cynthia's hair, then walked towards the door. "Sandra, you sure you don't need any help? We don't want you or Clementine to get hurt." Matthew said, and Sandra solemnly looked at them. "It's fine. You guys need to leave town now. I can take care of Clementine, and even if I couldn't she's a smart girl. Just like Cee over there. Anyways, I've really got to go. I'll see you guys later." They waved goodbye to Sandra, then began to start packing things into their white Escape.


The trio drove off, Cynthia sitting behind Matthew, and Emily once again in the passenger seat. "Are we gonna be okay, Matt?" Emily said, and looked at Matthew with a true fear in her eyes. Matthew held back tears. She never called him Matt, unless she was in great fear. She did it on the roller coaster ride, she did it while she was having her surgery for her leg, she called him Matt when they were in financial debt. But this right here, was true fear. It tore him apart to know she was this scared, but he had to console her. "We'll be fine, I promise." Matthew said, speeding down the highway. His ears suddenly perked up at a loud truck honking, and his head spun to the side to see a large 18-wheeler speeding towards them. "No!" He cried out, as the 18-wheeler made contact, and glass exploded around them.


***


They were upside down. They were upside down. Matthew grabbed his head, then looked around the car, and realized they had crashed. He grabbed his seatbelt and unbuckled it, then looked over to the passenger's seat, to see Emily slumped up on the car's ceiling, her head tilted in an unnatural position and her entire body bloodied and cut. Matthew saw that her door was destroyed, and it had basically crushed her leg. She was unconscious, it seemed, and her seatbelt was torn apart. Matthew reached a hand at to her, an "Em" coming out. He fell out of the car, and saw a small figure walking towards him. It was Cynthia, holding her arm, soaked in blood and crying. "Daddy?" She asked, as Matthew crawled around to the other side of the car. He now saw the 18-wheeler, overturned on the side of the road, now on fire. Matthew was paying attention the bright fire lighting up the sky however, he was paying attention to the now destroyed car. He crawled over to his wive's seat, and saw that the car door easily opened up.


Matthew pulled Emily out, and held her blood caked head in his arms. He grabbed at her chest, checking for a heartbeat. Nothing. His eyes widened, as he searched desperately for another pulse. Her wrist. Her neck. Matthew began to cry, snot flying from his nose, and tears falling into Emily's blood soaked hair. "Em, no. Please don't die. Emily, please. Em. Noo. Pleaseee. Emily, don't die. Don't die."


"Mommy?" Cynthia now walked up, and saw her father cradling her dead mother's head. The two cried together into the night, sirens in the distance being the background song to their sorrow.


***


The two figures ran through traffic, soon before having realized soon that driving the car was an utter waste. Cars honked at them, but they paid no attention as swarms of the living dead devoured and destroyed. It had been two days since Emily's death, and the more they went on the more they realized that going into Atlanta was a terrible idea. The military had their big talk about how they'd make Atlanta a safe-zone.


Bullshit.


Look what had happened now. What had once been the bustling city of Atlanta now belonged to the dead. As Matthew and Cynthia kept up the pace, the father's hand firmly in his daughter's, nearly dragging her across the pavement, a gunshot rang out. Cynthia's eyes widened as he was suddenly brought to a halt, nearly falling in his face, before he realized the gunshot had killed one of those.....things. He peered over the cars and saw what appeared to be a few figures conversing. He waved at them, and began to walk over. It seemed best to stay with a group, and these guys appeared to have similar ideas to his, abandoning their cars.

 

[Quintessential]

"Yeah. Come on, you might as well come with us." She murmured, before holstering her pistol, and the girl jogged back to the car with a sigh. Opening the driver seat of the car, she slipped inside, and consoled him, quietly grabbing tissues from the door pocket, and wiped up the mess. She focused on just speaking softly to him, "It's okay. He's in a better place, but we need to focus on being safe now, okay? Listen, I'm Gwen. What's your name, sweetie?" She asked, before blinking a few times. A man, probably in his early to late thirties, walked towards then with a young girl. Gwen found herself standing outside the car, waving back hesitantly. "Where are you all headed?" She called over, limply holding the weapon. Only now, Gwen took notice of her attire. White simple running shoes, strained with blood from the father, and dark-wash jeans, fitting over her hips, matched with a black teeshirt and grey jacket. Her hair was attached at the back of her head, out of her eyes, and she eyed the cars around them. 'We should take a bigger vehicle.' She pondered.

 

[Loke Fullbuster]

"Ry....... Ry..... Ryan." The boy replied. He let the girl wrap her arms around him to calm him down as he sobbed. He hesitated as he began to lean his head towards her. Finally his head came to a rest on her. He continued to sob into the girls shirt until she suddenly got up.


The boy looked outside of the window and noticed a man and a girl nearing. The man waved to them. Ryan's eyes widened as he saw them approach. "More people?" He said to himself. "Just what I need. Ryan slowly got out of the car and approached the man. He noticed a boy with white hair and backed up from him. "I barely know these people, can I really trust them? She just killed my dad." Ryan realized an opportunity and ran forward. He began crying more. "Help sir, she killed my dad." Ryan ran behind him. "Call the police." He said.

 

[Weaknees]

Juniper had just sort of stayed off to the side, as the girl comforted Ryan. He still didn't know her name, and well, she didn't know his either. Not that he would ever tell anyone that his real name was Jeffrey...


More people were approaching, and for some reason that had actually calmed June down... Strength in numbers? Only Ryan seemed to be a little overwhelmed...


He watched as the kid ran up to the guy and started crying more, saying that the girl had killed his father...


Juniper looked over at the man and little girl and waved his hands back and forth.


"N... No wait, you see... It's not like that... Umm...." He began, slightly at a loss for words...


"That thing wasn't your father anymore..." June said sadly...


"I hate to say this.. But.. It was either him or us if you think about it logically..." He continued, explaining what he thought about the whole occurrence...


The girl actually seemed friendly enough, having already pointed a gun at Juniper anyway... Any person that was in their right mind, would definitely have shot him... But not her.

 

[SuperChocoMilk]

Matthew cocked an eyebrow at all of the people, and watched as a small boy ran out of a car and began speaking to the white-haired man. The man talked awkwardly, and seemed quite shy and not at all talkative. Quiet was good in Matthew's book. He looked at Cynthia, who still held his hand tightly, now slightly swinging her body back and forth in anxiety. He led her over towards the three, and passed by the boy and the man, as they seemed quite preoccupied. Instead, he decided to reply to the girl's question. "We're headed anywhere but here. Atlanta's infested with those....those." He was suddenly cut off by the boy's repeated crying, but he couldn't quite make out what he was trying to say. "Are they with you?" He asked, scratching his head.

 

[Quintessential]

Gwen gave a short nod, leaning up against the Cadillac, her gun hidden under her jacket. "Well, that's a safe destination. Not here." She said, a light chuckle causing her to look down momentarily.


Her gaze shot up again, as he continues talking. "Mm... Not sure about him, but the boy, yes." She finished. "And despite his accusations, I put down his infected father. Just making that clear." She said with a sigh, taking a glance over the way of the two boys.


"If you're interested in joining us, you're free to. However, we still have to find foot, and probably a more suitable mode of transportation." Gwen listed quietly, more to herself. "I'm Gwen. And you are?"

 

[Loke Fullbuster]

Ryan looked at the white haired boy as if he were crazy. Ryan backed away from him and into the car. "These people. Their all crazy." He said to himself. His back touched against the cold metal of the Cadillac. He looked around eyes wide with fear. "What do I do?" he asked himself. Ryan noticed the gun sticking out of the occupied girls pants. The one that was used to murder his father. He slowly inched closer to the girl. When the boy was within arms length he reached forward and yanked the gun from its restraint. The boy backed up from the people and pulled the gun on them. His eyes, along with the gun darted between them. "Stay away from me!" He said focusing the gun on the girl. "Your a murderer." He said. "You deserve to die."

 

[SuperChocoMilk]

Matthew smiled at the girl's joke, and then began to answer he question. "I'm Matthew, and this is Cynthia, my daughter." He answered, his mind nearly returning to other family members, but he was then interrupted by the boy suddenly grabbing the gun out of Gwen's pocket. He waved it around, pointing it towards the teenage girl, yelling out and basically screaming and calling her a murderer. Cynthia backed up behind her father, shaking with terror. "Hey. She didn't kill your father. Your dad got killed by something else, but it wasn't her. I promise you." Negotiating seemed to be the best route with the crazed boy, as physically force would likely get someone shot.

 

[Quintessential]

Gwyneth's eyes widened, as she turned her attention on him. "No, Ryan, give me the gun. You don't want to do this," She murmured, her voice slightly shaking. "Please, just hand it over, and get in the car." She pleaded, holding her hands out, not making any sudden movements.


As the younger girl, younger than Ryan, cowered behind him, Gwen's eyes softened. As the little girl's father spoke, she spoke quietly to the girl. "It's okay, he's not going to hurt you." She murmured, and turned her eyes back on the young teenager.

 

[Weaknees]

Juniper couldn't believe it... He had been faced with many guns today, however this one wasn't focused at him, but at the pretty girl... Who's name he still unfortunately did not know.


He listened to what the man had to say, and he agreed whole heartedly.


"Yeah.. Th.. That's right... And.. Ryan.. If you kill her then wouldn't you be a murderer as well?" He asked the unstable boy... Ryan must have been hyped up on some hormones or something, because Juniper couldn't fathom why a child would act so.. So... Deranged and erratic?


"Please. Nobody has to die here..." He spoke again, noticing that even the strongly willed girl was frightened... Who wouldn't be with a gun to their face... June would probably comment on this whole ordeal later, asking her possibly how it felt to have a gun pointed at her... Brings back a certain nostalgic memory hmm?


Plus.. She's too beautiful to die... He added in his mind...

 

[Loke Fullbuster]

"All of you, liars." Ryan pulled the trigger. A click sounded and nothing else. He began to pull the trigger rapidly. Nothing happened. The safety was still in the on position. Ryan threw the gun on the ground and fell down. He began to sob. "Why is this happening?" Ryan asked. "What is going on?" Ryan banged his head against the car.

 

[Quintessential]

Gwen whimpered as his finger retracted, and couldn't move, frozen in fright. But as no bullet came, and a band was not heard, she felt as though her heart would beat right out of her chest. Stammering, she immediately fell towards Ryan, and held him back from the door. "Hey, it's okay, shh.." She soothed, and gently tossed the pistol aside, sending the men a glance for a little help, at least. "Okay, Ryan, You're going to calm down, alright, we can talk about this later. But I'm not going to, nor have I ever, murdered someone." She finished, looking at him with an apologetic frown.

 

[Weaknees]

After nearly having a heart attack as well, June quickly scampered over to retrieve the pistol... Not that he had ever even touched one before... Though he very professionally positioned it how Gwen had before, feeling accomplished at his better informed memory. Currently, the girl was comforting Ryan, and he still didn't know her name. Now obviously wasn't the time to ask, or get acquainted, so he simply stuck with standing to the side awkwardly...


Are these the people I'm going to group up with, like in all those movies and TV shows.... My life isn't some novel though, so I don't know if I can even survive until tomorrow... He thought, frantically going through a million different possibilities... Either these people will end up killing him, the Zombies will end up killing him, starvation will end up killing him, or his own stupidity will be the immediate death of him...


But that isn't something to dwell on... Right?

 

[Loke Fullbuster]

Ryan sobbed inti the girl who was surprisingly comforting. He slowly stopped crying and calmed down. He looked up at the girl and hugged her. "Thank you," the boy said. "I'm sorry for pointing a gun at you." The boy said. "I just don't understand. What's going on?"

 

[Quintessential]

"I'll explain it to you later, I promise. But we need to find a better truck, and some food. Can you trust me?" She asked with a reassuring smile, standing up. She turned to the white-haired boy. "Hey, I didn't catch your name. I'm Gwen."

 

[Loke Fullbuster]

Ryan hesitated for a moment and decided that trusting her was his best bet Ryan nodded and grabbed her hand as they got up. "What now he said looking around at all the cars on the highway." They were going to have to pick a ride on the side of the road that can drive through the grass. "That one." he said pointing at a truck.

 

[Weaknees]

Juniper suddenly felt a part of everything that was going on, and he finally learned the girls name... Gwen. It was an interesting name of sorts, what with how a G and a W came together in harmony, but it was a great name all the same.


He smiled at Gwen before replying.


"I'm Juniper, or June... umm.. Whichever you prefer is fine..." He said awkwardly, looking up at her face, only to look over to the side again.


"I have food in my backpack..." June added, having almost completely forgotten about the black Jansport he was currently sporting...

 

[Quintessential]

"What do you prefer to be called?" She asked, returning the smile, as she turned her head to face him. "Come on, join us." She said, stopping in her tracks. "Where are you headed to?" She asked quietly, and took a look at the darkening horizon. It had been only a few hours that she had finished her shift at the pet store, and gone home to her apartment.


From the corner of her eye, she saw the man and her daughter quietly scurry away, and sighed. 'Oh well, less mouths to feel, but then again, less people to have my back.' she thought.