Michibear
Michi
((Hello! I am going to try to keep things short. I am sorta new to this website, but I am not new to roleplaying. I would prefer FxF romance for at least one pairing, if you are not comfortable with that then that is fine. I am also up for MxF. Try to write at least four or more paragraphs per post. I know sometimes we might hit ruts, and that is totally fine, but it is usually overall better to have something to work off. Of course though, quality is always better than quantity. Try to keep controlling my character to a minimum. If this particular thread is already taken, just ask and I can gladly post another specifically for you if you PM me. I will try to keep constant replies, but life could possibly get in the way of things. I will try my best to let you know if anything comes up. As of right now, that is about all I can think about to say. Any questions PM me! Happy roleplaying!))
It seemed like any other typical rainy day, except the hospitals were overflowing with people who were sick. At first no one was worried because it was just a few people, but then more and more came in. It was quickly becoming a pandemic. People were dying left and right. No medicines known to mankind were working to make these people better or keeping them from dying.
After eight hours or so, no one can really be sure anymore, people started coming back. That isn’t even the worst part. The people who came back were eating people who were alive. Anyone eaten on or bitten by the infected undead would then also become one too. It varied in the time it took for a person to change. It also mattered how much of the person was eaten.
Sadly, this was not confined to just the hospitals. It was happening everywhere. People who refused to go to the hospital because they thought it was only the flu were turning after death. People at nursing homes who had not even been sick and had just recently died were coming back. People who had just recently died in car accidents or murders were coming back as well. Any way possible that you could think of to die, unless your brains were slush and mush or your body in pieces, then you were coming back.
Michelle and Alexander’s parents were an example of the people who had refused to go to the hospital. When they realized it had to be more than the flu it was too late. They died hand in hand, snuggled together for comfort. They died not knowing what was in store for their children and the whole world.
~
Alexander placed a white sheet over his parents as Michelle ran out of the room. He let a couple tears shed while Michelle let the water works flow. “It’ll be ok Michelle.” He called out as he walked out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. He followed Michelle down the stairs and into the living room.
Michelle was on the couch, curled up into a ball. She was having a hard time breathing because she was crying so much. “Please don’t cry so much Sis.” Alexander said. “You might irritate your asthma.” He sat down next to her on the couch and leaned over her. He pulled her up and gave her a big hug. “Please.” He said in a whisper.
At his request Michelle started to calm down. She had been so close to her parents and now they were gone. “Promise me everything will be ok.” Michelle said in a hoarse whisper. “I promise with my life.” Alexander said in a strong voice, not knowing how hard it was going to be to keep that promise.
~
It has been two months since Michelle and Alexander’s parents died. Two months since the world had been safe. Two months now felt like two years. Around every corner there was danger. Danger followed everywhere. There was no break from it, not even in sleep or when going to the bathroom.
Danger had again found Michelle and Alexander. It was chasing them out of their home, which they had been able to fortify when the outbreak happened. Danger had been lurking in the dark, waiting for the right moment to break through the defenses and today had been the perfect day. It was raining like it had been on the first day of this pandemic. Everything was gloomier now than it was before. The sound of rain was no longer calming, just a reminder that you were still alive in this hell hole of a world.
Michelle and Alexander were running fast. Over the last couple months, they had been able to become faster. Having hobbies such as free running and skateboarding before all of this happened helped. Free running had made it so much easier to get away from zombies in tight spots and actually being able to skateboard with skill had helped with getaways on supply runs. Of course, on rainy days like this it was easier to slip when free running and easier to crash on a skateboard because of the rain, so Michelle and Alexander had their emergency backpacks on with their skateboards under their arms. This was all either of them had had time to grab.
Alexander was ahead of Michelle but kept glancing back to make sure she was alright. He would never leave her behind, even if it meant risking his life. She was his twin and all the family he had left. This was true for both of them. Neither of them had anyone left but each other.
Alexander took a sharp right into an alley way, then a sharp left into another alley way. He was hoping to lose the hoard of zombies chasing them in the maze of alley ways, with hopefully not getting lost himself. Soon enough they came to a dead end. The wall wasn’t too high. If it wasn’t raining both Michelle and Alexander could free run up the wall, but obviously today was not their lucky day, or was it.
There were two back doors leading into two different houses. One door was boarded up from the inside while the other was wide open. From the doorway it looked empty, but who knew if it was. No one in their right mind would want to be in a closed space with a zombie, but it was either take their chances inside with possibly one zombie or take their chances with a few dozen on the outside with the path blocked by a wall.
Quickly Alexander and Michelle ran through the open door and blockaded the door in a rush, knowing the rush job wouldn’t hold off a few dozen zombies for long. Alexander was the first to reach the front door, but it wouldn’t budge. It wouldn’t even move an inch with both pulling on it. Was it jammed? There wasn’t enough time for them to find out as a loud crash came from the back door.
Michelle rushed up the stairs. The house seems to be a three-story building. She wasn’t looking for a room to hide in because she knew zombies could climb stairs and easily barge into a room. She knew exactly where she was going, to the top floor. Once there she was looking at the ceiling. She had almost given up hope on finding what she wanted but then she saw it.
Michelle pulled the string and a ladder came down. She quickly ascended the steps with her brother close behind. He was just able to pull up the ladder as the first zombie reached the second floor. Now the twins were trapped unless Michelle’s hunch paid off.
She walked around the room, feeling the wall. Her father had taught her about the older buildings when she was younger and soon enough paying attention to those lessons paid off. A secret door swung open and revealed another room. The other room was the attic of the building beside this one. It had been converted into a bedroom.
Alexander went in first and slowly walked across the room. He found the exit ladder and got on his stomach, putting his ear to the floor. He was listening for any movement or sound downstairs. There was nothing that he could hear at least, so he slowly lowered the ladder. It made a slight creaking noise, so Alexander waited to see what would happen. He took out his pistol just in case. The plan was to get down and find the window to the fire escape. The two had not done this in the other apartment because there would not have been enough time to look outside each window.
It seemed like any other typical rainy day, except the hospitals were overflowing with people who were sick. At first no one was worried because it was just a few people, but then more and more came in. It was quickly becoming a pandemic. People were dying left and right. No medicines known to mankind were working to make these people better or keeping them from dying.
After eight hours or so, no one can really be sure anymore, people started coming back. That isn’t even the worst part. The people who came back were eating people who were alive. Anyone eaten on or bitten by the infected undead would then also become one too. It varied in the time it took for a person to change. It also mattered how much of the person was eaten.
Sadly, this was not confined to just the hospitals. It was happening everywhere. People who refused to go to the hospital because they thought it was only the flu were turning after death. People at nursing homes who had not even been sick and had just recently died were coming back. People who had just recently died in car accidents or murders were coming back as well. Any way possible that you could think of to die, unless your brains were slush and mush or your body in pieces, then you were coming back.
Michelle and Alexander’s parents were an example of the people who had refused to go to the hospital. When they realized it had to be more than the flu it was too late. They died hand in hand, snuggled together for comfort. They died not knowing what was in store for their children and the whole world.
~
Alexander placed a white sheet over his parents as Michelle ran out of the room. He let a couple tears shed while Michelle let the water works flow. “It’ll be ok Michelle.” He called out as he walked out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. He followed Michelle down the stairs and into the living room.
Michelle was on the couch, curled up into a ball. She was having a hard time breathing because she was crying so much. “Please don’t cry so much Sis.” Alexander said. “You might irritate your asthma.” He sat down next to her on the couch and leaned over her. He pulled her up and gave her a big hug. “Please.” He said in a whisper.
At his request Michelle started to calm down. She had been so close to her parents and now they were gone. “Promise me everything will be ok.” Michelle said in a hoarse whisper. “I promise with my life.” Alexander said in a strong voice, not knowing how hard it was going to be to keep that promise.
~
It has been two months since Michelle and Alexander’s parents died. Two months since the world had been safe. Two months now felt like two years. Around every corner there was danger. Danger followed everywhere. There was no break from it, not even in sleep or when going to the bathroom.
Danger had again found Michelle and Alexander. It was chasing them out of their home, which they had been able to fortify when the outbreak happened. Danger had been lurking in the dark, waiting for the right moment to break through the defenses and today had been the perfect day. It was raining like it had been on the first day of this pandemic. Everything was gloomier now than it was before. The sound of rain was no longer calming, just a reminder that you were still alive in this hell hole of a world.
Michelle and Alexander were running fast. Over the last couple months, they had been able to become faster. Having hobbies such as free running and skateboarding before all of this happened helped. Free running had made it so much easier to get away from zombies in tight spots and actually being able to skateboard with skill had helped with getaways on supply runs. Of course, on rainy days like this it was easier to slip when free running and easier to crash on a skateboard because of the rain, so Michelle and Alexander had their emergency backpacks on with their skateboards under their arms. This was all either of them had had time to grab.
Alexander was ahead of Michelle but kept glancing back to make sure she was alright. He would never leave her behind, even if it meant risking his life. She was his twin and all the family he had left. This was true for both of them. Neither of them had anyone left but each other.
Alexander took a sharp right into an alley way, then a sharp left into another alley way. He was hoping to lose the hoard of zombies chasing them in the maze of alley ways, with hopefully not getting lost himself. Soon enough they came to a dead end. The wall wasn’t too high. If it wasn’t raining both Michelle and Alexander could free run up the wall, but obviously today was not their lucky day, or was it.
There were two back doors leading into two different houses. One door was boarded up from the inside while the other was wide open. From the doorway it looked empty, but who knew if it was. No one in their right mind would want to be in a closed space with a zombie, but it was either take their chances inside with possibly one zombie or take their chances with a few dozen on the outside with the path blocked by a wall.
Quickly Alexander and Michelle ran through the open door and blockaded the door in a rush, knowing the rush job wouldn’t hold off a few dozen zombies for long. Alexander was the first to reach the front door, but it wouldn’t budge. It wouldn’t even move an inch with both pulling on it. Was it jammed? There wasn’t enough time for them to find out as a loud crash came from the back door.
Michelle rushed up the stairs. The house seems to be a three-story building. She wasn’t looking for a room to hide in because she knew zombies could climb stairs and easily barge into a room. She knew exactly where she was going, to the top floor. Once there she was looking at the ceiling. She had almost given up hope on finding what she wanted but then she saw it.
Michelle pulled the string and a ladder came down. She quickly ascended the steps with her brother close behind. He was just able to pull up the ladder as the first zombie reached the second floor. Now the twins were trapped unless Michelle’s hunch paid off.
She walked around the room, feeling the wall. Her father had taught her about the older buildings when she was younger and soon enough paying attention to those lessons paid off. A secret door swung open and revealed another room. The other room was the attic of the building beside this one. It had been converted into a bedroom.
Alexander went in first and slowly walked across the room. He found the exit ladder and got on his stomach, putting his ear to the floor. He was listening for any movement or sound downstairs. There was nothing that he could hear at least, so he slowly lowered the ladder. It made a slight creaking noise, so Alexander waited to see what would happen. He took out his pistol just in case. The plan was to get down and find the window to the fire escape. The two had not done this in the other apartment because there would not have been enough time to look outside each window.
