Fandom The Walking Dead: Roleplay Edition

[Uncultured]

Lou gulped again. "Do wha-" She rubbed the back of her neck and looked at the floor. "Fine." She gritted her teeth and removed her coat, sighing. She shook her head and put her hand on the roof of the car,her back slightly bent when she did. "Just hurry up-and don't try anything funny." She went pale at the thought of anyone touching her. The wind was starting to make the hairs on her arms stick up. She noticed the cold more now she was less covered, and it was cold. "Can we hurry this up, it's freezing out here."

Damon silently took the jacket and checked its pockets and lining for any weaponry, finding none he proceeded to pat her down. Damon frisked her with consideration and avoided the areas of note, relegating his search to her arms, hips, legs and pant line. "If she's hiding a knife in her bra, she deserves the fucking car" thought Damon to himself sarcastically, he wasn't going to frisk her breasts in the name of safety, nor her rear end, he would give her that much respect. "Am I really about to do this" thought Damon as he handed her back the coat. "Hop in the car, the heaters up pretty high, and if your hungry or need a drink let me know I got some things in the trunk" he said kindly. The girl seemed shaken, unsure and most of all, very cold, she wasn't trying to set him up or rob him, for the first time in a while, Damon had found a genuinely normal person who wasn't trying to kill him. Damon, unlocked the passenger door with a click of his automatic door locker as he made his way to the drivers side door and all the while his subconscious mind screamed at him to stop giving away supplies to a person he'd never met, and to stop taking risks for others.

 

[spectro]

Lou closed her eyes and sighed with relief. She grabbed the jacket and wrapped it around her, zipping it up this time. "Thankyou." She walked over to the other side of the car and opened the door, sitting inside. It was fairly warm, though opening the door had let some of the heat escape. She put her hands to the heater and pulled them close to her face, blowing warm air onto them. Her whole body screamed with hunger, but she dare not ask him yet, if she waited a few hours, it might seem acceptable. She put her hands in her lap and waited for the car to start.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Zack walked down the stairs as the survivors from the roof top were not replying.


He scavenged the kitchen, only to find a rotten old banana and a can of beans.


'This place must have been looted...,' He thought, as he took the can and slipped it into his back pack.


Zack walked out of the door and checked his surroundings. 'Seems safe for now...'


He started walking down the road, sneaking so that the rooftop survivors do not see him.


After an hour past, he had walked far enough so that the town was way in the distance behind him.


All that he could see were the trees surrounding the road and...a car.


'Shit...' He thought.


Once he was close enough, Zack put his gun out on the floor and lifted his hands in a surrender gesture.


"Hi...," He said nervously.

 

[Uncultured]

Damon sat down in the front seat of his challenger and placed his .45 back in his holster, he looked over to the girl briefly before speaking. "You alright?" he asked with concern in his voice. Before she had a chance to form a response, Damon spoke once more as he noticed a person in his rear view mirror, his hands were up in a surrendering position and he stood out in the street, apparently waiting for Damon to make the first move. "What the hell is going on today, you know this guy?" asked Damon incredulously, looking at the woman in her eyes, looking for signs of dishonesty or nervousness, it was quite suspicious having so many people show up randomly, for all Damon knew the girl and the guy were partners who knocked over suckers for supplies and ammunition, it was odd to see so many people at best, and extremely suspicious at worst, and if this were truly two disconnected people, it would come as a shock to Damon.

 

[Kattz]

Kenneth let his sister walk beside him in silence. He knew she wasn't mad at him for the screw up earlier and was probably just tired from having been on the move for so long. Her eyes looked unfocused as she trailed beside him and he guessed that she was probably just following his movements rather than actually paying attention to where they were going. Suddenly he stopped and shot out an arm to stop Kadence from walking as well. He felt her questioning gaze on him as he pointed to the road ahead. There was a man waving his hands in the air as he stood in the street. "Should we steer clear of him?" Kenny asked in a whisper. They're earlier dealings with people hadn't been the best. Both dead and alive...

 

[BloodThunder27]

Zack walked down the stairs as the survivors from the roof top were not replying.
He scavenged the kitchen, only to find a rotten old banana and a can of beans.


'This place must have been looted...,' He thought, as he took the can and slipped it into his back pack.


Zack walked out of the door and checked his surroundings. 'Seems safe for now...'


He started walking down the road, sneaking so that the rooftop survivors do not see him.


After an hour past, he had walked far enough so that the town was way in the distance behind him.


All that he could see were the trees surrounding the road and...a car.


'Shit...' He thought.


Once he was close enough, Zack put his gun out on the floor and lifted his hands in a surrender gesture.


"Hi...," He said nervously.

(Just letting you know now, the Jeep is empty, but you came in for a big surprise)


After searching the house and coming up empty handed, Careena and Devin decided to go outside. They were greeted by another survivor and immediately jumped to conclusions and thought that he was attempting to steal their supplies. "If you're looking to loot our Jeep, I hope you have a good explanation." Careena aimed her Rifle at Zack's head and Devin pointed his Shotgun at Zack's Chest.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

[QUOTE="Kawashima Thunder](Just letting you know now, the Jeep is empty, but you came in for a big surprise)
After searching the house and coming up empty handed, Careena and Devin decided to go outside. They were greeted by another survivor and immediately jumped to conclusions and thought that he was attempting to steal their supplies. "If you're looking to loot our Jeep, I hope you have a good explanation." Careena aimed her Rifle at Zack's head and Devin pointed his Shotgun at Zack's Chest.

[/QUOTE]
(i was actually at @Kawashima Thunder )


Suddenly, a pair of survivors jumped out from a house.


He gulped, "H-Hey...Let's just take this slow..."


Zack reached in his pocket, showing that it was a gun.


He took out the pistol, and slowly put in on the floor.


"The only, o-other, weapon i have is a small hatchet..."


Zack looked away, preparing or his death.


( @Kawashima Thunder Just in case yu never saw this!)

 

[spectro]

"I told you-I'm alone." She turned around and looked out the rear window. "Who the hell is he talking too?" She raised an eyebrow. "Should we check it out or-" She stopped, sounding a little controlling. This was his car, if he wanted to check it out; he would. She turned back to face forward. "I'm Lou by the way." She said, hoping he would reply with his name.

 

[Uncultured]

"I'm Damon, look, I don't know what's going on here, just stay in the car and keep your head down if things get too crazy" he said to the young women with concern in his eyes. People were worse than the walkers and who knew what this guy was planning. His arms were up in the air which seemed odd to Damon, who in there right mind would approach unknowns with there hands above there head. The funny thing about the world in it's current state was that the only people you could really trust were the people who greeted you with the barrel of firearm, anyone who didn't was immediately suspicious to Damon and he once again took out his .45, clicking off the safety as he opened the door of his Challenger and stepped onto the asphalt. Damon raised the gun and squared the sights on the chest of the man who stood before him. The man was lanky, and appeared dirty and malnourished, he reminded him of a stray dog living on the streets, it was a disgusting sight and the only thing preventing Damon from feeling bad for the man was the glint of violence that he saw within the man's dark brown eyes. "What do you want?" asked Damon to the man. "We just want the girl man, that's it, you give the girl and these boys in the treeline wont put ya down" said the man in a southern and monotone accent.


Damon looked over to the treeline on the side of the road and his heart skipped a beat, there were three men in the treeline, one held a hunting rifle and the other two had handguns, all of which were pointed in his direction. "I knew this was a bad move" thought Damon as he realized with a shudder that he would likely die because of the fact that he picked the woman up from the side of the road. It wasn't death that bothered him really, he had fought in two wars, he had already gotten over the fear of death, but to die in such a stupid manner shamed him. "OK, relax, I'm going to go get her from the car" said Damon, trying to buy time. "That ain't gon fly with us boy, drop ya piece on the ground and sit your ass down on ya hands" said the man in his dirty southern accent, before spitting on the ground before him.Damon tensed his hands, his mind working through every available possibility, he had no options other than to fight and take his chances, he wouldn't let these savages take the girl and leave him for dead, or worse, simply kill him outright after he had disarmed himself. "Fuck it all" thought Damon, before firing two quick shots into the chest of the man. As Damon turned to run he heard the cracks of gunfire from the treeline, he heard several bullets whizz past him as he ran with all of his speed to the open door of his car, although the shots of the men eventually found him and as he ran he felt a burning sensation from his side by his ribs as a bullet lodged itself into one of the curved bones in his upper abdomen, and both his left arm and leg screamed in pain as he was hit with three bullets, one in his upper thigh and two in the side of his arm, the pain was simply a blur of burning from his left side as the adrenaline took over and life seemed to speed up for him. Damon recklessly hurled himself into the driver's seat and put the car into drive, slamming the gas pedal down as he slammed the door shut with his crippled arm.


The Challenger roared with life and the muscle car launched from its stationary position, leaving a trail of white smoke in it's wake. The sounds of gunfire continued from behind the car as the pair made their escape from the scene. Damon felt woozy, he was losing a great deal of blood and his body screamed in pain, none of the wounds seemed fatal, he could take solace in that but he was no doctor and he knew that even if his body could withstand the physical damage, infection could topple him especially with the cold weather and the lack of hygienic conditions that survivors were forced to endure, he would have to find a place for the two of them to stay and it had to be fast, at the current rate he would pass out within the next couple of hours if not sooner.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

(@Kawashima Thunder You didn't reply to me post?)


As Zthe suack put his hands behind his head, the sound of a zooming car overwhelmed him. He glanced his head at the car, hoping that they would see that he was about to be executed and try to help. Zack decided against waving his arms in a way to catch their attention, as these 2 people have a shotgun aimed perfectly at every critical spot of his body. He prayed to God, hoping that someway he would escape, or these targets would be friendly.


Suddenly, gunshots filled the air. A pain struck in Zack's leg and hip, and he doubled over in pain. The survivors that were targeting him, were distracted and Zack decided to shout and yell for the car. Over the gunshots, He doubted that they heard.


@HunterJJ + @SpectroVector

 

[spectro]

Lou listened to the conversation. She heard a Southern guy talking, random things and then; "We just want the girl." We just want the girl? she was the only girl there, what did they want from her? Of course she knew, but how did they know about her? She gasped for air, tears lining her eyes and her throat closing up. This guy-Damon-he was going to hand her over, he was going to let them take her. She looked around, for a weapon, for any thing, but there was nothing. She looked in the back seat and then-BANG! She shook with fear upon hearing the gun shot. She turned around and saw a man crippled on the ground. Damon was running back to the car, shots hitting the ground by his feet. She turned back around and put her hands over her head, tears now wetting her cheeks. What had happened to the world?


Damon fell into the car, starting it almost instantly. The speed blew her away and she took her hands away from her head. She looked at him, he was sweating. He had a strong face,looked like he had worked had in his lifetime, he may have even worked for the military. She might have even found him handsome if she wasn't in the current situation. She brought her eyes down to his ribs, where blood was steadily pouring from. "Oh my God!" She yelped and put a hand over her mouth, "You're shot!" She said, though he obviously knew, no one could ignore a wounds like that. She hadn't dealt with shot wounds before, or any type of major wound for that matter. He was going to die-he was going to leave her alone. She wanted to curl up and go into an eternal sleep.





@HunterJJ

 

[Uncultured]

Damon laughed, it was a pained and horrific laugh marred by the physical sensations he felt from his arm, leg and ribs but he laughed none the less, slightly amused by her statement and the screwed up situation he found himself in. "Yeah... yeah, I'm shot..... fuck.... I think I have a broken rib from the shot I took in the side. I can't say I've been hit worse than this before" said Damon as he put the hand of his torn up arm onto the wound, attempting to compress the wound so that the bleeding could potentially stop. His voice was shaking with the pain and adrenaline that was coursing through his body and his mind was dulling rapidly with every ounce of blood that leaked from his body, and somehow through it all he was actually driving quite well. "Check the glove compartment, there should be some whiskey in there" he said shakily, he needed to sterilize the wounds as quickly as possible, and he needed a goddamn drink, if he was going to operate with four bullet wounds he needed something to dull the pain. "I'm going to make it, I've been though wor-..." thought Damon before being cut off by his subconscious "Bullshit you've been through worse" said the voice from the back of his mind. Damon would have loved to debate the facts of the statement, but the voice was right, he had never felt so weak and battered in his life, his body was going two opposite directions at once and he could feel the effects of the colliding processes. The adrenaline coursing through his veins was there to keep him on his feet and keep him fighting, yet we was losing blood and his body was also telling him to shut down, the highs and lows came rapidly and he shifted from near unconsciousness to frantic mania with every other second.

 

[spectro]

"You can't drive like this!" She said, turning towards the glove box and yanking it open, finding a half empty bottle of Alabama whiskey. She yanked it out and unscrewed the lid, holding it out to him. "As soon as we loose these guys, you have to go to a hos-" She stopped herself, once again remembering that there was nothing left of the old world she once knew, that you couldn't just take a trip to a hospital. She knew she would have to do something. Perhaps they could find some bandages, some medicine, anything! "A place where we can stay, and fix you up." She heard the shakiness in her tone. She was the healthy one here, she had to do anything she could to console and better him. She swallowed hard, half regretting, half thanking herself for getting into the car.

 

[BloodThunder27]

Sadly, they were indeed distracted by gunshots. When they turned back, they realized that Zack was gone. Luckily, their Jeep was still in one peace and showed no signs of being touched or tampered with. With the situation having been dealt with, the duo decided to just get in their Jeep and leave while they still could. The Weather was getting worse, so it was probably a good time to go find shelter and wait out the storm.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Zack had limped to an alleyway around the corner. Te pain in his leg and waist was no throbbing. He peered out of the alley, checking what the Jeep people were doing. 'Are they leaving?' He thought. Grr... Zack heard this sound behind him. He did a powerful backwards kick, which had knocked the zombie down. Zack was at his critical point. By now, The creature was at its feet again and was trying to bite him. "Help!" He shouted, hoping that the Jeep would hear him.

 

[Kattz]

Kadence stared at the ongoing situation in silence, debating the pros and cons of interfering. Just then she saw movement and watched in horror as her brother shot forward to help the man that was being attacked by the creature. "Kenny!" She let out a harsh whisper before chasing after him. He had pulled out his knife to try and stab it in the head.

 

[Uncultured]

Damon took the bottle from the woman's hand and took long swig of the alcohol as he drove down the country road, after he finished pounding the alcohol into his body he proceeded to pour an equally impressive amount on the wound on his ribs, causing him to stiffen and shiver as the burning pain shot through his body. While he poured the alcohol on his wound some of the liquor spilled along his pants and a small amount leaked down the inseam of his cargo trousers and onto the floor beneath him. Damon could only imagine what he must have looked like, pretty shitty he supposed, he didn't care much for his appearance though and before handing the bottle back he took another long drink, killing the remaining whiskey, the liquid was bitter and burned his throat but it was nothing in comparison to the pain he felt and it went down rapidly and smoothly. "You're right about me driving.... you good behind a wheel?" he asked through the haze of pain and adrenaline.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

A man came out of no where, but Zack was happy that someone in this world was friendly. After the man stabbed the zombie, it crumpled to the ground. He now had the chance to look at his surroundings. He saw the man and a woman behind him. Zack didn't see the need to surrender, as the man was clearly friendly. Zack dusted the dirt of his pants and looked up at them. He smiled, "Thanks, I'm not sure if I would've---" Zack was cut off by the sounds of gunshots coming closer. This reminded him that not everyone is friendly. "C'mon, The bandits will be coming soon..." He whispered, crouching.


@Kattz

 

[spectro]

"Sure." She winced at him pouring the liquid into his wound. "We really need to find somewhere." She bit her lip. What was she going to do? She had no medical training, and she skipped most of her biology classes at school. What if the bullet was still inside him? She would have to get it out, or he would die from blood poisoning, if he didn't already die from blood loss. She looked to the sky; well, it was more like the car roof and whispered under her breath. "Please let this be okay." She had never been one for religion, but she had always felt like she had someone watching her, a guardian angel, perhaps. Whatever it was, she begged it was there today.

 

[Kattz]

"Damn it!" She exclaimed in a harsh whisper having heard the gunshots. "I told you we shouldn't have helped him. Every freak for miles probably heard that!" She started to move in the opposite direction of the shots.


Kenneth had the nerve to laugh in this situation. "No you didn't." He turned to the stranger he had just helped as he wiped the blade on his pants leg. "Do you know this area better than us? If so, where to?"

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Zack nervously answered. "Well...I moved in from the city, but I used to live in my parents farm..." He had flashbacks of how his parents neglected them and abused him and his sister. He shook his head, trying to get the memory out of his head. "B-But it's in the direction of the bandits, maybe we can cut into the forest?" He asked, thinking of any possible answer.

 

[Kattz]

"Yes that's fine! Let's just get moving." Kadence said, trying to hurry things along. She really wanted knock that stupid easy grin off of Kenneth's face. They are in a dangerous situation at the moment and he's acting as if he's a high school student on summer vacation.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Zack put a finger over his lips and walked over to the opposite corner of the house.


He motioned with his hands for them to do the same.


He mumbled to the man, "I-I think it will be better for me to take the lead---"


Zack was cut off my the sudden smell of a dead animal, or creature.


He quickly remember that he had killed a racoon for dinner, and slipped it in his back pack.


"Uh...One second," He said taking of his back pack and reached in, carefully, and pulled out a dead racoon.


"Sorry, I was a bit low on food, so I caught this..." He said, quickly putting the racoon inside the back pack again.


"As I was saying, I used to play in the forest, so I know a lot of short cuts..." He shrugged.

 

[Uncultured]

"Sure." She winced at him pouring the liquid into his wound. "We really need to find somewhere." She bit her lip. What was she going to do? She had no medical training, and she skipped most of her biology classes at school. What if the bullet was still inside him? She would have to get it out, or he would die from blood poisoning, if he didn't already die from blood loss. She looked to the sky; well, it was more like the car roof and whispered under her breath. "Please let this be okay." She had never been one for religion, but she had always felt like she had someone watching her, a guardian angel, perhaps. Whatever it was, she begged it was there today.

Damon pulled over to the side of the road slowly and erratically, stopping the car at a diagonal angle on the shoulder of the country highway. "Alright, you drive then, just don't crash my baby, she's all I got left" said Damon quietly and hazily through the pain and blood loss. Damon hardly made any sense at this point and he sloppily opened the driver's side door with his shot up arm. Using his one good leg he shimmied himself from the car and began limping around the back, before stumbling and falling to a knee on the pavement next to the back of his car.

 

[Kattz]

Kadence wrinkled her nose at the dead raccoon. She knew how hard times were and that a dead raccoon in a backpack was becoming a luxury, but that didn't help the smell. "That's fine, let's just get going!" She said in a whisper that came out a bit harsher than she meant to.


Kenneth touched her arm and gave her a pointed look. "Kay, be nice to the guy leading us away from the bandits."