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Fandom Walking Dead RP

Ameilia advanced forward and looked at all of them and stood off to the side still and glared kinda.


"Your both making yourselves look like assholes, do you think fighting will solve anything no what you two are doing is having "who has the biggest ego" competition right now" She said then looked towards Jason "You, just because you have military background doesn't mean you can go around bossing other people and tell them what to do and start picking fights if they don't see your way". She then looked at Denzel. "And you stop acting like the biggest asshole and just walk away if you don't want involvement take your sass somewhere else". Welp now shes involved way to go Ameilia way to open your big mouth.
 
Jason looked up at Amelia. "Good point, whatever your name is, but lemme get this kid to apologize so my man pride'll be a'ight" Jason said, looking back at Denzel, waiting for him to say yes or make a move on Jason.
 
Ameilia huffed and looked at Jason and sighed.


"Look dude, Honestly I don't care what you two do because this whole whatever your doing is annoying and starting to piss me off. Also your gonna cause a scene and draw in those ...those..walkers...and if you do guess who dies first you two because I wont save your ass because you two want to act like you are 12".
 
"We don't need saving" Jason said "You know you're quite rude? Let us handle this, fight this out, then we'll be all honkey dory. No one is keeping you here, so skidattle if the idea of lame-brains scaring you"
 
Ameilia was defiantly getting more pissed off by the second. Honestly she felt like her IQ might be dropping just by begin near the two. She wanted to walk away but she couldn't. She also has too much pride. She is way to stubborn to back down until he says she is right. She knows she is rude but she doesn't care because being nice doesn't get you anywhere.


"I would walk away if it weren't for the fact that if the walkers come they will head my way if I were to walk anywhere from here, I don't plan to die so if you want to keep your "man pride" knock it off".
 
"I'll do what I please, thank you." Jason said, throwing another hook into Denzel "Speak, kid, apologize" and he then threw yet another hook. He looked up at Ray, who stood, in shock. "Remember, I ain't a bad guy" Jason said to Ray, and went back to looking at Denzel.
 
Ameilia reached her breaking point. Her temper sky rocketed and she walked over and grabbed Jasons shoulder and all she could see was red and pounded him straight in the nose. She felt her knuckles hurt. It was familiar feeling she had gotten used to due to all the street fights she has been in. She then kicked in his knee and stepped back.


"What did I tell you, I said knock it off you did this to yourself you are the bad guy get over it " her voiced raised.
 
Jason caught her fist, and after looking at her in dismay, he dropped it. "Do not exploit the fact that I am unwilling to hurt you due to your gender because that is just cold." Jason said angrily, and he turned back to Denzel, waiting for him to apologize, but not throwing a punch.
 
Ameilia tried to take another swing at him and pulled his arm towards her so he was facing her. She had a good shot.


"Wouldn't be the first time, do it I dare you punch me and it will be the last thing you do".


(I apologize for Ameilias rudeness that is just her character personality)
 
Sean had watched Carter run off into the woods, after talking with Jason for a short time. Her name was Carter, not Max. That he had overheard. She had been up a tree for some time and Jason had decided to take a rest. It was fine by him. He couldn't sleep anyway, and wondered if he'd ever be able to sleep at all. I've become one of them. The corpses. Aimlessly walking the woods following sounds. Waiting for someone to put a bullet in my skull. When the girl had jumped down, and taken off, he'd woke Jason. "She took off." he had said, and Jason had gone after her. Sean, in the meantime, woke Quentin up. It was just the two of them afterall. "It's Quin, right?" he had growled at him after shaking him gently awake. Sean had taken a few more small drinks, and was thinking less. And somehow more clearly. "It's just me and you, but it won't be for long. So we should talk."
 
Jason quickly threw his hand up and around Amelia's neck, going on the inside of the am she was using the arm she was using to swing, disabling the arm she was using to swing, but not hurting her. He pulled her head close to his, and he snarled "Stop."
 
She heard footsteps approaching. A dummy. She thought and frowned, picking her broken knife off the ground and after slipping it inside her pocket she jumped and grabbed the lowest branch of a tree. She rocked her body back and forth, then wrapped her legs around the branch and climbed on top of it, then higher and higher until the branches above were too weak to hold onto her weight. She climbed like a cat and the splinters on her fingers were like her freckles - a part of her body that she could never get rid of. She made herself comfortable on a thick branch and took out her broken knife, holding the handle and blade together, then wrapping a wire around to hold them together. Tape would be better. She thought as she looked around, searching for the source of the noise until she saw an odd figure. A cloaked one. Her eyes beamed, she always wanted a cloak. If I kill the dummy, can I take it? She wondered and focused on building her knife, her eyebrows furrowed in both concentration and annoyance because it wasn't working.
 
Ameilia spit in his face and kicked him off her.


"I told you to stop first now do it, I don't care who you are because that doesn't matter anymore. You are nothing like the rest of us that's what we are NOTHING now what we used to be doesn't matter because its all gone everything is gone and is taken over by those things! So whatever like leader alpha shit your trying to pull is making you look like the bad guy and don't say you are. Back off and we can settle this".
 
Carter didn't notice the little girl she had run by. Instead, she focused on running. She was fast- really fast. She used to be in cross country before the apocalypse happened and she'd been in a newspaper once or twice because of how nimbley she could run. But now wasn't cross country, she just needed to be by herself. Carter swiftly sprinted around trees and roots, breathing heavily but stepping lightly. The cloak flew behind her, still attatched by the button at the top and the hood on her head. Her clothes were black as well so it was okay and she didn't have to fix it. 'Just get away from them. You're better on your own. Smarter.' She thought. 'I don't need protection.' She told herself, easily convincing herself that what she had thought was true. Although, it was far from the truth. She didn't fight as well as many which is why she runs so well. Flight, not fight.


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Jason got up, rubbed off his face, and stood infront of Amelia, grabbing his hatchet and putting it on his belt. He then yelled at the top of his lungs. "LISTEN TO ME YOU BITCH, I AM TRYING TO KEEP EVERYONE SAFE! MAYBE I AM BEING A DOUCHE, BUT I AM TRYING TO KEEP EVERYONE ALIVE, THAT KID IS A THREAT, AND I AM NEUTRALIZING THAT THREAT! YOU MIGHT THINK YOU KNOW WHAT'S BEST, BUT YOU DON'T, YOUR A STUPID AND FULL OF HERSELF CHILD! WHAT DO I GET IN RETURN FOR TRYING TO KEEP YOU SAFE, HUH? HUH?". He then unsheated his hatchet, took a step back, and threw the hatchet at


Amelia's face. No, not at her face, it went by that. It sunk itself in a walker's head, and as it was falling, Jason ran up, took the hatchet out, and slammed it into another Walker's head, killing it, and then took that out and slammed it through another walker's neck, killing it. He breathed heavily, then scanned. No more walkers. He turned to Amelia, panting, blood all over his shirt.
 
Bellamy think too much into the possibility that a dummy this fast was probably not a dummy, she just threw the handle of her knife aside and held onto the blade alone, although it made her hand hurt. "Even if it's a human it's survival of the fittest." she mumbled to herself, then turned and smiled to the empty space beside her, on the branch "Right daddy?" She didn't wait for a confirmation, she just jumped onto the back of the cloaked whatever, ready to pull its hood off - because she didn't want to ruin the cloak - and stab it into the skull.
 
Ameilia didn't flinch when the hatchet flew by her. She looked Jason straight in the eye and narrowed her eyes.


"Again I was right, you caused a scene...you attracted them just like I said you would" she said her voice now calm. She was used to people getting angry with her and yelling at her it didn't even phase her.


"Call me a bitch because that is what I am you are making a situation worse, that could be settled with out the fight, I just proved the point by trying to fight you you became more enraged with me and took this to a new level and made yourself look like a douche, I'm right there is no doubt that im not".
 
"I did attract them, right, but I took care of it. I did take it to a whole new level, cause no other level is getting through our thick damn skull. Ya know that guy, Sean? He once told me that women are so focused on being right that they don't realize that their wrong, and I can't believe how true this is in your case! Quit being ignorant! I am trying to protect you, and you spit, punch kick, the fuck is the matter with you? Maybe I did lose my temper, but I tied that loose end, and what are you doing? You tried to assault me, and now you're shrugging it off like it's nothing! We can argue all day, the two of us, and never get anywhere because YOU are so fucking sure you're right! If you don't like me, don't want me to try to protect you, then gather your things at camp and get the fuck out of there! Take your bofriend (Quentin) with you, Sean too! Take everyone, I don't give a fuck, see how long you last! All I want is to save lives, why can't you see that? Why won't you let me?"
 
Carter heard nothing as the little girl jumped, aiming at her head. The only thing she felt was a tug on her cloak- and before she was stabbed, she quickly leaped to the side, causing whatever tried ot attack her to keep going, or possibly be dragged along with her. Carter was choked a bit by the leaping to the side, the slight pull back made her gasp. Before whatever attacked her had a chance to get up, she didn't even bother checking what attacked her. Carter ran. No, sprinted in the opposite direction. Carter knew whatever it was, was trying to hurt her and she can't fight or kill and so her firvt instinct was to run. Not to check up to see if this person or circus freak was okay. Carter always thought of herself as selfish because of that, or possibly heartless, but this was survival and she wasn't dumb enough to go check up on her own attacker. 'Just run and stay calm.' Carter told herself, keeping herself level-headed.
 
Sean lead Quentin away from their camp site. After extinguishing the small fire they had made, of course. He was afterall, still protective of his forest. They had had a short talk, mostly one sided. The important part is that Sean and Quentin were leaving. There was a safe place the older man knew of not far away, and they were going to go check it out together. As his head stopped hurting and his thoughts became more clear, the more he realized that Jason was the liability. He trusted him to keep watch over him for one night, he had thought. The young man had an arsenal and the experience and knowledge to use it properly, that was undeniable. The dead would never be a problem for the two of them, but his head was not clear. Sean had spent his last few days avoiding people, scoping them out from afar and deciding whether they were safe or not. Jason just barrelled in and made his assumptions. His so far, had been wrong. Not to mention Jason, was going to get them into a situation they couldn't fight out of with all his noise and threats. Cocky, that's what he is. Sean had been cocky when he was young too, but the older he got the more he realized humilty was truely a virtue. They were walking, keeping as quiet as possible. Before they left, he had made that point absolutely clear to the lanky long haired boy. "You can't talk. Unless it's important. Then, you whisper. I need to be able to hear." were his words. Now they were heading off toward the highway, and the Safeway by the exit. They were now in the opposite direction of where Jason, Amelia, Ray, Denzel and Vic are. More so following Carter and Bellamy. However, the noise of their encounter was unbelievably loud. He could hear Amelia and Jason yelling at eachother. Hear every word. And the dead could hear it to. They were moving around him and Quentin toward the sounds. He reminded the younger man to remain silent, and they quietly made their way around the corpses. Sean only had to pull out his knife once, when one had gotten too close, but it had continued on down toward the others and he had tucked the blade back away. He didn't want to fight with the soldier, even if he didn't want to stick around him. A man had the right to live his life any damn way he pleases. Even now. Sean thought. Maybe even more of a right now. Confrontation was Jason's way, it seemed, and that was that. It just wasn't Sean's.
 
Ameilias face turned red with anger but she tried to keep herself calm and collect.


"For one that was completely sexist but I'll ignore that fact. Two maybe we both are in the wrong. What is wrong with me is that I'm surrounded by dumb idiots and in a fucked up world and everyone I know is dead. Kinda does a lot to a person. Three, that kid aint my boyfriend I don't know him and I don't care too. Four..I will because I don't need you. I'v seen your type before and honestly I don't care too find out what will happen in the end. Have fun playing "hero" because all your doing is trying to play the hero role. This is reality not a movie, whatever you were Army, Navy, Marines whatever....its gone there is no hero. You will die. I will die. We all will eventually. Either from old age or begin torn apart. You cant protect us all, but I know I can protect myself. I can only trust myself. I don't know you so I don't trust you.."
 
"I want to help you, kid, and yeah, I'm not a hero, I'm not a immortal, I don't got all the answers but I know that I can help you. We're all in this together, all in the same boat, all in the same trouble. We've all lost someone, kid. Maybe I can't protect you all, but if I don't try, I won't forgive myself. Kid, please, I'm sorry I yelled at you, that ain't like me, and I'm not the asshole you might think I am. I am just trying to protect who is in my group. Now, are you one of those people?"
 
Bellamy hit the ground, hard, but she didn't cry, she didn't make a sound although her eyes watered. She watched at the cloaked - now she knew for sure - human and got off the ground. Her knees stung and but she wiped the tears off her face, only to see them mixed with blood. She run her fingers through the bulky mess that was her hair but when she looked at her hand she noticed she had cut herself with her knife. "No!" she cried but she couldn't find the blade no matter how much she shuffled through the leaves, grass and mud on the ground. She growled almost like a wild beast at the direction the cloak had run towards but she couldn't run after it, her short feet wouldn't take her far.


She was too concentrated on searching for the blade that she didn't hear it until two arms wrapped around her body and lifted her on the air. She screamed and writhed inside the dummy's arms, kicking its legs and punching his arms with her small fists. The dummy couldn't get a good hold on her when she moved so much and it couldn't bite her so it growled and Bellamy screamed louder as if she thought it would get scared and let her go.
 
Ameilia looked at Jason. She wasn't going to give in but she saw he was trying to reach out to her in a way to make her stay. She knew she couldn't get the Washington by herself. She made a plan up in her head and gave Jason a slight nod.


"Ameilia" she said "Call me that instead of kid because I'm not a kid". She then looked over at Ray and Denzel.


"They seem like good people" this made her skin crawl. She didnt like to be nice. But she had to get her way and get to Washington. That is the only hope she has.
 
"Well, Amelia, the blondie seems like a bit of a suicidal nutcase, but the other kid - now, I like that kid, he's cool. Friendly, optimistic, even with the way the world is. It is actually kind of refreshing." He shot a smile toward Ray real quick, then turnt back to Amelia.
 

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