Fandom The Walking Dead: Roleplay Edition

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Zack smiled a little.


He crouched, moving closer to the woods, looking left and right.


Zack ran into the forest when he was sure that the bandits have moved somewhere.


Once the camouflage of the trees were covering them, Zack whispered, "We could set up camp by a stream, It's not to far from here..."

 

[spectro]

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.

"Okay." She pulled open her door and stepped out. She was halfway to the other side when she heard a thud behind her. She twisted around, expecting to see the dead body of Damon on the floor, but no, he was still moving. She ran to him, crouching down next to him. He was on one knee. Lou could see the pain in his face, the set of his jaw, his wide pupils that indicated he was full of adrenaline. She put a hand of his back and one under his elbow. "Come on," She whispered, gently, "We need to get you up." His weight was heavy and she almost collapsed under it. She tried to manoeuvre him to the other passenger side of the car.

 

[Uncultured]

"Thanks" muttered Damon in a loopy tone, a small trickle of blood made its way down his face from the corner of his mouth as Damon stutter stepped his way to the other side of the car. Damon somehow found the strength to make it to the passenger seat, leaving the grip of the woman, he fell recklessly into the seat, groaning as he hit his torn up arm on the armrest that separated the passenger and driver seats. His eyes closed and he passed out completely, his body, finally shutting down. His breathing was slow and labored as he fell into the deep and gripping sleep.

 

[Kattz]

"Camp? Whoa whoa whoa! No one said anything about becoming camping buddies." Kadence immediately responded.


"What she means to say is that we would love to, but we aren't ready to just buckle down with a total stranger. Life saving or none." Kenneth turned to give her a pointed look as if to say that maybe they should stick around with the guy.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Zack replied a little bit aggressively, "Well you know what, In this fucking world," Zack moved closer to the woman. "We have to take risks! I don't know you either and I'm trying to help you..." He muttered under his breath, "Bitch..." He continued to carry on walking in the forest, ignoring how much noise he was now making.

 

[spectro]

Lou dropped Damon in the passenger side, cringing that he had landed with a bit of a thud and got back in the drivers side. After adjusting the seat, she said, "It can't be too far." She looked to her right and saw that Damon's eyes were closed. "D-Damon?" She went pale. She nudged him, but noticed that his shirt was completely soaked in blood. She gulped and started the car.


After driving for only a few minutes, a pharmacy presented itself, as if by magic. She got out of the car, having take Damon's gun with her (Although she had no idea to use it) and checked for Flesh Eaters. After making the all clear, she somehow dragged Damon into the pharmacy. He was heavy, and she was expecting it. She was sweating by the time they arrived inside. After laying Damon on the floor and putting her coat under his head, she locked the door and shut the blinds. She ran into the back, cracked open the door into where the medicine was and searched for the strongest pain medication she could find and some alcohol.


She ran back to him and tore off his shirt. "Sorry buddy." she half laughed, half cried. She poured the medicine into his wound and turned him over slightly, sighing with relief to find that the bullet had gone all the way through. She grabbed a clump of bandaged and wrapped them around him, also sticking a large gauze on top, just in case. She covered his shirt of him and rested her back on the counter, his gun in her hand, hoping he would wake up.





@HunterJJ

 

[Uncultured]

Bullets streaked over Damon's head as he dragged one of his wounded men from the flipped Humvee, an IED had gone off underneath the forward Humvee and three men had been severely wounded, one had died in the explosion and his body remained in the vehicle, broken and mangled. The man that Damon dragged back from the Humvee was screaming, his legs from the knees down were a tangled mess of flesh and bone and in all likelihood the marine would never walk again, if he ever did attempt to walk, he would have to relearn how to walk on a pair of prosthetic limbs that he would use for the rest of his life. "Have I ordered you to die yet Ramirez" yelled Damon over the sounds of chaos around him, in response to the soldier's petitions to be left behind to die. "No sir" he replied through his whimpering and his crying, his face twisted in a mixture of pain, shock and psychological agony. Damon couldn't blame him, the kid was only nineteen and he would never walk normally again, he was forever a cripple, and at such a young age as well. It was horrible to say the least.


Damon dragged the marine into one of the buildings being used as a temporary hold up for the wounded men as the convoy collected itself. There were dozens of enemies on various rooftops and in windows and they sprayed with wanton aim as they fired from behind cover with their third generation AKs. Bullets ricocheted from the buildings around Damon and dozens of shots landed in the dirt wildly, kicking up small clouds of dust as they impacted the dry topsoil. As Damon left the wounded marine with two combat medics and the other wounded men, he glanced back at the marine, "It's going to be OK private, you're going home" he said with a slight smile, trying to bring out the silver lining in the extremely dark cloud that surrounded the marine's situation. "I'll send you a fucking post card" he said with a twisted smile.


Damon realized that he was needed elsewhere on the battlefield, running out of the building he made his way towards the rest of his platoon, they had held up in a part of the open market that provided natural cover from above and the marines were shooting upwards from behind the pillars and overturned market stalls that they used as cover. As Damon began sprinting down the street towards the heated part of combat where his men were located, a large explosion went off behind him from the bottom floor of the building that Damon had brought the wounded man into. A massive fireball spread through the room and burst through the windows, all of the men inside had to be dead,, the walls blew out and he could see blood spray in a fine mist from the epicenter of the explosion, and then, Damon woke up.


He raised himself from his laying position with a grunt as the vivid memory that had come to him in his dream startled him emotionally. As he sat up he realized that he was severely wounded when the abdominal wound flared up with the movement of his body, he grunted and lay back down quickly with pain on his face. He was inside of a building somewhere, according to the interior design of the building and the pictures on the walls it seemed to be a pharmacy of some kind. "So, she didn't leave me" he thought to himself.

 

[spectro]

Lou rubbed her face. It had been almost 3 hours. She couldn't leave him, even if he was dead. She didn't know how to survive by herself. She looked over to his sleeping body and then it rose like someone raising from the grave. He immediately fell back down again, probably from the pain. She scattered over to him and muttered,"Oh my God, you're alive." She was screaming with thankfulness inside, happy that she wasn't alone. "Please, say you're a live, right?" She pinched herself. Maybe she had fallen asleep, maybe this was a dream.

 

[BloodThunder27]

For the past several hours, although there was brief calm in the current winter storm, the blizzard was starting to work its way back up, but the temperature remained the same. Because of all the snow, Devin and Careena decided to go find a place to park and rest for a little bit. The Mall was an ideal place, but that would be a place where a lot of infected would be. So the car would not freeze, they parked inside an Abandoned Mechanic Garage and decided to go warm themselves up inside by starting up a fire in the fireplace. They didn't barricade the door just in case someone would try to take shelter with them temporarily. It wasn't like Devin to leave people to freeze to death, but Careena could care less. If the Infected would try to get in, they would be quickly shot down. While resting, they took off their Combat Gear in order to unwind a bit. Since it was just the two of them, Devin decided that he'd try to start a conversation. "So what happened to your Sister?"


"She...She was hit by a car when I was seventeen."


So they wouldn't starve, the two decided to make S'mores while they conversed. After all, they did have plenty of food, water and supplies including ammunition. No point in trying to be conservative if you have plenty to go around.

 

[Uncultured]

Lou rubbed her face. It had been almost 3 hours. She couldn't leave him, even if he was dead. She didn't know how to survive by herself. She looked over to his sleeping body and then it rose like someone raising from the grave. He immediately fell back down again, probably from the pain. She scattered over to him and muttered,"Oh my God, you're alive." She was screaming with thankfulness inside, happy that she wasn't alone. "Please, say you're a live, right?" She pinched herself. Maybe she had fallen asleep, maybe this was a dream.

Damon cringed slightly, but not out of pain, it was out of a mixture of shame and humiliation. He was a proud man, and he felt helpless, as if he were a small child again instead of a grown man. He looked over to the woman through the haze of pain and discomfort. She was beautiful, and had a kind heart, she could have left him to die, so many others would have done so if they had found themselves in her shoes. Instead of speaking he meekly reached towards her hand, grasping onto the tips of her fingers. They had saved each other's lives, and she had taken care of him in his crippled state, something he had come to view as an impossibility within the world as it was, most people would have left him on the side of the road to die, but not her, she had stayed with him, and for that, he was eternally grateful. "Thankyou" he said in a quiet whisper, his voice parched and quiet.

 

[spectro]

"And you." She squeezed his hand. She wondered where they would go next. She had no plan, and could only hope that he had. She pulled bad and wrapped her hands around her knees. "You rest for a while, and we'll have to get going." She looked over to the window, where a flesh eater was hanging around, suspiciously. "I think they know."

 

[Uncultured]

"And you." She squeezed his hand. She wondered where they would go next. She had no plan, and could only hope that he had. She pulled bad and wrapped her hands around her knees. "You rest for a while, and we'll have to get going." She looked over to the window, where a flesh eater was hanging around, suspiciously. "I think they know."

Damon let go of the woman's hand as he raised himself from the position he was laying in. He was still feeling extraordinarily weak and the effort it took to raise himself up was a lot more than he had expected and he grunted with exertion as he rose up to a sitting position. At the window he could see several of the undead and he could see the mixture of concern and fear in her face. He felt far too weak to do anything to end them if they wound up breaking inside the building, she would have to step up if they did. “Can you handle a gun?” he asked simply.

 

[clarinetti]

[QUOTE="Kawashima Thunder]For the past several hours, although there was brief calm in the current winter storm, the blizzard was starting to work its way back up, but the temperature remained the same. Because of all the snow, Devin and Careena decided to go find a place to park and rest for a little bit. The Mall was an ideal place, but that would be a place where a lot of infected would be. So the car would not freeze, they parked inside an Abandoned Mechanic Garage and decided to go warm themselves up inside by starting up a fire in the fireplace. They didn't barricade the door just in case someone would try to take shelter with them temporarily. It wasn't like Devin to leave people to freeze to death, but Careena could care less. If the Infected would try to get in, they would be quickly shot down. While resting, they took off their Combat Gear in order to unwind a bit. Since it was just the two of them, Devin decided that he'd try to start a conversation. "So what happened to your Sister?"
"She...She was hit by a car when I was seventeen."


So they wouldn't starve, the two decided to make S'mores while they conversed. After all, they did have plenty of food, water and supplies including ammunition. No point in trying to be conservative if you have plenty to go around.

[/QUOTE]
"It's f**king cold as hell." Emma cussed for what felt like the hundredth time since they woke up to find it snowing outside. The past few weeks had been increasingly chilly, but since they had begun driving back east again, winter had arrived in all its fury. And while a hint of warm air could be felt coming through the grates in the dashboard, she dared not turn on the heat- that meant using extra gas, and these days fuel was just too precious to waste. So the two of them were heavily layered in coats and scarfs and mitts as they sat in their vehicle, too tired to do much else besides complaining and looking for a place to rest.


"Mhmm..." Jane hums in agreement, her eyes focussed on the road as she slowly drives through the town they had stumbled across. They have the wipers going at max speed, but the blowing snow makes it nearly impossible to see anything beyond blurred outlines of the buildings. Emma could just make out the signs for a general store, a gas station, an autoshop-


"Stop!" she nearly yells into her sisters ear, and the car jolts to a halt. "What is it?" Jane asks, turning to face her, only mildly irritated at the abrupt pause (She's used to these outbursts by now). "There's some light in that store across the street." Emma says, waving her hand in the direction, where a dim yellowish glow could be seen if one looked long enough. Jane nods, a slight grimace on her face as she gazes at it. "Whoever they are, they've only been here a bit, and they probably have a car- the garage door's been opened recently." she notes, to which Emma shakes her head. How does she get these ideas? she wonders quietly, but knowing the guess is likely true, she continues.


"We could go check it out, see how many there are, what they're packing, and go from there. Least get warmed up for a bit before moving on." There is a tentative pause as her sister quietly mulls over her words, as hesistant as usual in these situations."Would be nice to find somewhere we could try to scavenge for supplies, but there might be some oil, spare jump cables... and so long as the folks seem decent, we could maybe wait until the blizzard subsides." Jane finally replies, and with that she resumes driving, turning into the alley between the gas station and the garage before shutting off the car- it wouldn't be much, but it could provide some shelter for the car. After grabbing their backpacks and locking the car, they shuffle through the wind and snow up to the front where Jane promptly knocks on the door.

 

[BloodThunder27]

"It's f**king cold as hell." Emma cussed for what felt like the hundredth time since they woke up to find it snowing outside. The past few weeks had been increasingly chilly, but since they had begun driving back east again, winter had arrived in all its fury. And while a hint of warm air could be felt coming through the grates in the dashboard, she dared not turn on the heat- that meant using extra gas, and these days fuel was just too precious to waste. So the two of them were heavily layered in coats and scarfs and mitts as they sat in their vehicle, too tired to do much else besides complaining and looking for a place to rest.
"Mhmm..." Jane hums in agreement, her eyes focussed on the road as she slowly drives through the town they had stumbled across. They have the wipers going at max speed, but the blowing snow makes it nearly impossible to see anything beyond blurred outlines of the buildings. Emma could just make out the signs for a general store, a gas station, an autoshop-


"Stop!" she nearly yells into her sisters ear, and the car jolts to a halt. "What is it?" Jane asks, turning to face her, only mildly irritated at the abrupt pause (She's used to these outbursts by now). "There's some light in that store across the street." Emma says, waving her hand in the direction, where a dim yellowish glow could be seen if one looked long enough. Jane nods, a slight grimace on her face as she gazes at it. "Whoever they are, they've only been here a bit, and they probably have a car- the garage door's been opened recently." she notes, to which Emma shakes her head. How does she get these ideas? she wonders quietly, but knowing the guess is likely true, she continues.


"We could go check it out, see how many there are, what they're packing, and go from there. Least get warmed up for a bit before moving on." There is a tentative pause as her sister quietly mulls over her words, as hesistant as usual in these situations."Would be nice to find somewhere we could try to scavenge for supplies, but there might be some oil, spare jump cables... and so long as the folks seem decent, we could maybe wait until the blizzard subsides." Jane finally replies, and with that she resumes driving, turning into the alley between the gas station and the garage before shutting off the car- it wouldn't be much, but it could provide some shelter for the car. After grabbing their backpacks and locking the car, they shuffle through the wind and snow up to the front where Jane promptly knocks on the door.

Upon hearing a knock on the door, Devin decided to go check it out. While he wasn't looking, Careena quickly pulled out a Photograph of her and her Family, but then put it away. Devin had his Shotgun in hand in case it was a Walker or a Raider. As he opened the door, he was greeted by two young girls. His heart softened up, but he wasn't going to be deceived. As he opened the door fully, he kept his gun at the ready. "Is there...Something I can help you two with?" He asked nicely. But if they were going to try anything funny, he'd pull the trigger in a heartbeat.

 

[clarinetti]

[QUOTE="Kawashima Thunder]Upon hearing a knock on the door, Devin decided to go check it out. While he wasn't looking, Careena quickly pulled out a Photograph of her and her Family, but then put it away. Devin had his Shotgun in hand in case it was a Walker or a Raider. As he opened the door, he was greeted by two young girls. His heart softened up, but he wasn't going to be deceived. As he opened the door fully, he kept his gun at the ready. "Is there...Something I can help you two with?" He asked nicely. But if they were going to try anything funny, he'd pull the trigger in a heartbeat.

[/QUOTE]
The sisters take a moment to observe the stranger at the door. The guy's tall, bald, and in Emma's opinion, just the slightest bit intimidating. The light coming from the fire inside makes it hard to see, but she can make out a second figure, perhaps a woman, but otherwise it seems to be just the two of them. However, neither of them miss the shotgun in the man's hand, ready to blow their brains out if he was that inclined, and instinctively Emma wraps her fingers around her own gun, a semi-automatic. More likely than not his partner has a weapon as well, and unless they could catch them off guard, a fight between them would probably be messy.


As the man asks them about wanting any help, her eyes flick towards Jane, whose gaze is focussed calmly on the man. Her sister gives the slightest shake of her head, and despite her mild discomfort, she stays silent, letting her sister do the talking. For all the good their education has done them lately, at least she can converse with people and not piss anyone off (Not like she tries to- some people just can't handle obscene language).


She's wary of the situation, but it's the best decision at the moment, Jane tells herself as the man speaks. People, you can negotiate with the, and if there is no other choice, you deal with them. The cold is not so kind, and to keep driving will be only more risky with night killing what little visibility they have. "Perhaps... as I'm sure you're aware, the weather is somewhat treacherous at the moment. We do not wish to intrude, but is it possible that we can join you for the evening?" Jane says crisply, internally wincing at how rusty she is at talking to people (Her sister not included). "Of course, some form of compensation can be arranged as needed." she adds after a moment, carefully watching the man and the figure behind him to gauge their reactions.

 

[BloodThunder27]

The sisters take a moment to observe the stranger at the door. The guy's tall, bald, and in Emma's opinion, just the slightest bit intimidating. The light coming from the fire inside makes it hard to see, but she can make out a second figure, perhaps a woman, but otherwise it seems to be just the two of them. However, neither of them miss the shotgun in the man's hand, ready to blow their brains out if he was that inclined, and instinctively Emma wraps her fingers around her own gun, a semi-automatic. More likely than not his partner has a weapon as well, and unless they could catch them off guard, a fight between them would probably be messy.
As the man asks them about wanting any help, her eyes flick towards Jane, whose gaze is focussed calmly on the man. Her sister gives the slightest shake of her head, and despite her mild discomfort, she stays silent, letting her sister do the talking. For all the good their education has done them lately, at least she can converse with people and not piss anyone off (Not like she tries to- some people just can't handle obscene language).


She's wary of the situation, but it's the best decision at the moment, Jane tells herself as the man speaks. People, you can negotiate with the, and if there is no other choice, you deal with them. The cold is not so kind, and to keep driving will be only more risky with night killing what little visibility they have. "Perhaps... as I'm sure you're aware, the weather is somewhat treacherous at the moment. We do not wish to intrude, but is it possible that we can join you for the evening?" Jane says crisply, internally wincing at how rusty she is at talking to people (Her sister not included). "Of course, some form of compensation can be arranged as needed." she adds after a moment, carefully watching the man and the figure behind him to gauge their reactions.

"Yeah, the weather really is getting bad, come on in." He welcomed them in with open arms. It just wasn't like him to leave people out in the cold like that. But as Careena said, they can't help everyone. With most Walkers taking Shelters in Office Buildings and Indoors, no where was really safe. With the unforgiving weather conditions, praying for a safe haven was practical. "If you'd like, you two can start travelling with me and my Partner. But I will warn you now, any funny business...You're gonna regret it. Trust me. Don't take that chance. Already five or six people tried...So, I'm going to expect you to contribute. We don't like Freeloaders. Ain't that right, Careena?"


"Yeah...If they try to freeload, they'll pay with their lives..." Careena said frustratingly.


"Don't mind her, she just has trust issues. Don't ask why either. Now you go ahead make yourselves at home. Help yourselves to the S'mores. just make sure you don't eat it all." He closed the door after ushering them inside.


After a bit, both Careena and Devin took off their Jackets in order to cool off as well, as wearing all that equipment gets them sweaty. Careena, being conservative, kept her BDU Shirt on, but rolled the Sleeves up, while Devin just had a Black Sleeveless Shirt on.

 

[clarinetti]

[QUOTE="Kawashima Thunder]
"Yeah, the weather really is getting bad, come on in." He welcomed them in with open arms. It just wasn't like him to leave people out in the cold like that. But as Careena said, they can't help everyone. With most Walkers taking Shelters in Office Buildings and Indoors, no where was really safe. With the unforgiving weather conditions, praying for a safe haven was practical. "If you'd like, you two can start travelling with me and my Partner. But I will warn you now, any funny business...You're gonna regret it. Trust me. Don't take that chance. Already five or six people tried...So, I'm going to expect you to contribute. We don't like Freeloaders. Ain't that right, Careena?"
"Yeah...If they try to freeload, they'll pay with their lives..." Careena said frustratingly.


"Don't mind her, she just has trust issues. Don't ask why either. Now you go ahead make yourselves at home. Help yourselves to the S'mores. just make sure you don't eat it all." He closed the door after ushering them inside.


After a bit, both Careena and Devin took off their Jackets in order to cool off as well, as wearing all that equipment gets them sweaty. Careena, being conservative, kept her BDU Shirt on, but rolled the Sleeves up, while Devin just had a Black Sleeveless Shirt on.

[/QUOTE]
"No, we understand- no explanation necessary. We are hardly in a position to be asking such things after all." Jane states, both to appease the strangers and remind her sister not to pry more than needed. With that the two of them enter the warm space, moving aside to let the man shut the door. She wipes her as much of the snow off her boots as possible at the door before joining Emma in dropping their bags and sitting across from the pair. After a moment's hesitation, they shed a few layers of coats, gloves, and hats until it's comfortable, Emma wearing a black and purple flannel shirt with sweatpants and Jane a dark wool sweater and jeans.


As she takes a moment to lay their clothes to dry near the fire, Jane contemplates their proposal. They have joined groups before, and one could say there's safety in numbers. The woman seems a bit temperamental, but no worse than her sister, and the man appears reasonable enough. But there are just as many risks as there are benefits, and she'd rather have more time to observe their temporary companions before making a commitment. "With all due respect, we will need time to consider your offer- I hope you understand. But we are grateful for your help."


"Yea, we appreciate it, you guys letting us stay here and all." Emma adds once she's stretched her legs a bit, grabbing two of the gooey sandwiches of sweetness. She bites the first, both relishing and loathing the overload of sweetness, but it's worth it. She swallows the mix of marshmallow and graham cracker before turning to face their neighbours. "Emma, by the way. And as for 'funny business' or whatever, so long as you don't go trying anything stupid, we shouldn't have a problem." she warns.