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Realistic or Modern Zombie Apocalypse! (Always accepting!)

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He sighed "Ya supplies are good, we have water, food and everything in between. Have you ever tried just going out and see what happens, that is what I did a while back,...then again I hurt my legs, got my ribs crushed in, and traveled with a pyro, two snipers, and a drunk Irishman," he laughs a little before looking down at the garden.


Enmyira
 
Jason smiled "That is the fun in it, going out and shooting zombies and bandits dead. What do ya think I did before I came here. The west was hell with how many pretended to be cowboys even me." He says pulling out his revolver "10k sleeps in one of the trees, first one near the gate," he swings his feet at the edge.


Enmyira
 
"Figures." She yawns and stretches. "Mm... no.. why kill when we're all trying to survive? Except for the z's and to give mercy that is.."


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Jason tipped his hat "When I was first in the west I only wanted to survive, I only wanted to live through this apocalypse no one else. The world had gone to shit and I wanted none of it. I became so good I forgot my original identity," he lies down pointing his gun at the sky.


Enmyira
 
Keon would head inside and would spot an blacK guitar he would walk over to it and would stare at it, sighing he would head outside and would sit on the steps and would stare at the sky. Sighing again he would tune the guitar and start to playing it, he would take a deep breath and start to sing.


(General post)


"The Humbling River"


Nature, nurture heaven and home


Sum of all, and by them, driven


To conquer every mountain shown


But I've never crossed the river


Braved the forests, braved the stone


Braved the icy winds and fire


Braved and beat them on my own


Yet I'm helpless by the river


Angel, angel, what have I done?


I've faced the quakes, the wind, the fire


I've conquered country, crown, and throne


Why can't I cross this river?


Angel, angel, what have I done?


I've faced the quakes, the wind, the fire


I've conquered country, crown, and throne


Why can't I cross this river?


Pay no mind to the battles you've won


It'll take a lot more than rage and muscle


Open your heart and hands, my son


Or you'll never make it over the river


It'll take a lot more than words and guns


A whole lot more than riches and muscle


The hands of the many must join as one


And together we'll cross the river


It'll take a lot more than words and guns


A whole lot more than riches and muscle


The hands of the many must join as one


And together we'll cross the river


(Nature, nurture heaven and home)


It'll take a lot more than words and guns


(Sum of all, and by them, driven)


A whole lot more than riches and muscle


(To conquer every mountain shown)


The hands of the many must join as one


And together we'll cross the river


(Braved the forests, braved the stone)


It'll take a lot more than words and guns


(Braved the icy winds and fire)


A whole lot more than riches and muscle


(Braved and beat them on my own)


The hands of the many must join as one


And together we'll cross the river


And together we'll cross the river


And together we'll cross the river


Nature, nurture heaven and home


And together we'll cross the river


And together we'll cross the river


Nature, nurture heaven and home


And together we'll cross the river


And together we'll cross the river
 
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Jason sat there for a while before walking out and going outside near a tree, he pulls out his guitar "Haven't used ya in a while, huh." He plays soft trying to let no one hear what he was playing.


I took a walk around the world

To ease my troubled mind

I left my body lying somewhere

In the sands of time

But I watched the world float

To the dark side of the moon​



He continues to sing as he stares up at the sky, and smiles. He plays louder, and continues, getting into it.


(general post)
 
Following after Keon, she would sit on the railing near the steps, leaning against a post, listening to him. When she reached a part that she knew, she began singing with him. When he was done, she smiled. "You're really good at that. Mind if I give it a try?" She smirked. She knew exactly what she would play.
 
[QUOTE="White Shamrock](Welcome everyone to karaoke night where we take turns singing shit that we like xD )

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{*goes American Idol on this shit*}
 
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