Zombies, Walkers, and the Un-Dead

[Rhianna]

Walking Dead roleplay.

 

[Rhianna]

The snow fell lightly as the red headed girl strided through the dense looking forest. Armed, and ready for battle, she had a serious expression mounted on her face. She was calm, unlike those who died of fear during these hard and rather, confusing times. She let out a strong sigh, indicating to those around her that she was bored and un-amused. This was basically a routine for her now, hunting, gathering, watching people die. It was the same goddamn thing, every single solitary day of her life.


((sorry if it is short, I figured setting a scene would help this progress.))

 

[PennyLane]

Though it was snowing out, Charlie wiped the sweat off of his forehead, holding the ax with a tight grip. He swung the ax through some wood for their fire later that night. He knew it was going to be a cold night, so he was trying to prepare accordingly for the group. The group was almost like his family, so he felt the need to provide for and protect them. He had no one else in this shit world he was now a part of. While the others were out hunting and gathering supplies, he took a break from taking his anger out on the firewood. He sat on what was once a tree trunk, staring down at his boots full of dirt and grime. He thought about his loved ones frequently, less nowadays because he had to if he ever wanted to move forward. He did not show this kind of emotion, or sadness around the rest of the group. But at the moment, he was left alone with his thoughts. He stood up, shaking his head to get the thoughts out of his mind and swung the ax as hard as he could, splitting the wood in half instantly.

 

[Rhianna]

The trees swayed vicariously back and forth as the bitter breeze picked up from the north. The wind didn't seem to care whether or not it knocked over the tall Maples; for it was only focused on reaching its destination. Fallon sensed this change of weather and immediately halted her actions to go back to camp. The snow was beginning to fall heavier now, small piles of ice forming underneath her feet. "F-f-f-fuck." she stuttered to herself, wrapping her free arm around her body to conserve heat. It was then when she heard a stick crack in half, causing her entire body to go rigid. The girl instinctively raised her sniper rifle, adjusting the scope so she could get a clear vision of the source of the noise. She could faintly make out the silhouette of a disgruntled looking female who was wandering aimlessly through the forest, her eyes fanning in to different directions. "Shit." Fallon whispered under her breath, the snow freezing her bare hand. She then fired...

 

[PennyLane]

Charlie had the ax balanced over his right shoulder, breathing heavily from the laborious task he was performing. He looked up to the sky, noticing the snow falling at a faster and heavier pace. He threw the ax down, taking off his work gloves to blow heat into his hands. He heard shots fired from a distance, "No.." He mumbled to himself, taking his pistol with a silencer out from his pocket. He picked up the ax, as well. He followed the echoed sound of the gun shot. He cautiously walked through the woods, looking over his shoulder. As he continued to move toward the sound, he heard growling behind him. He quickly turned around, swinging the ax right into the decaying skull of the Walker. Once the Walker fell to the wooded ground, he started running towards the sound. He knew there was trouble lurking ahead. He ducked under branches, jumped over stumps, to eventually find Fallon and a few others fighting off Walkers.

 

[Rhianna]

"Ah!" Fallon yelped as she fell down in response to being hoarded by Walkers. She landed on the ground with a loud thump, her head grazing against the rock. She almost instantaneously knew she was bleeding from the sudden heat that was radiating off of her head. She didn't feel pain though, only the adrenaline that was now pumping through her entire body. The young woman helped herself up off of the ground, abandoning her sniper that was lying safely in the distance. She figured she had no time to run and grab it, considering she would be lunch meat if she attempted to. So instead, she pulled her trusty machete from out of her belt loops, her breathing quickening with every step she took. With that seemed like no time at all, she started to run at the half-mutilated beings, her knife slicing through their skulls, their blood mixing with hers. "Get the fuck away from me!" she yelled, kicking one of them in the stomach and the doubling around to decapitate it.

 

[PennyLane]

Charlie wasted no time scoping out the bloodbath in front of his eyes. The smell of rust from the blood and the rotten flesh filled his nostrils. He knew he would never get used to that grotesque stench. He came up behind several walkers, planting the ax through their skulls. He yanked the ax from their collapsed skulls and went after the several Walkers surrounding Fallon. He was not going to let a damn thing happen to that girl. He shot a bullet through the back one of the Walker's skulls that was far too close to Fallon. For the others, the ax did the job. Once the present Walkers were all taken care of, he walked up to Fallon, using his calloused, strong hands to check her head, "Are you okay? What happened?" He asked her, worried, observing the blood covering her red hair.

 

[Rhianna]

Fallon felt their clotted blood spill on her clothes every time she utilized her knife. To be honest, it made her nauseous, which was weird; due to the fact that the apocalypse had been commencing for more than three years. As she felt the urge to puke, she realized that the Walkers seemed to be dropping like flies. She knew who to thank for that of course, the group's leader, Charlie. The one who saved her life when she was stuck in basement with her dead sister draped over her lap like a rag doll. After the Walkers were finally re-murdered, she looked up at her savior as he spoke with kind eyes. "Yeah, I should be okay." she whispered to him, her tone serious and a little bit threatening. She was still in shock from what she just witnessed. Fallon then lifted her hand to touch the blood that was flowing in a small river down her head. "I just, need...to change my clothes." she breathed, the stench of death overwhelming her senses.


((Should we do Flashbacks? Like when this all just started? Ex. When Charlie saved Fallon from her family attacking her. Maybe we could do a flashback scene every other post?))

 

[PennyLane]

(OOC: Sorry for the delay! And that can work! I'll do it next time, or something?)


Charlie watched her, his eyes were genuine and concerned, "You sure you're okay?" He asked, looking down, then back up at her. He adored the petite redhead and it was apparent. "Come on, let's go and get you cleaned up," He said, softly. He looked to the other two survivors that were a part of their group. "Hey," He said sternly to the other newest male standing across from him, "Next time you go out on a run, I expect you to have her back. And not just her, everyone else, as well. You're fucking lucky I got here in time." His eyes narrowed as he pointed at him. "If you can't handle going on runs, then you can make yourself useful and wash clothes or something, got it?" He said harshly to the younger male. He looked back at Fallon, "Don't go on runs with him anymore, okay? From now on, either I go with you or Mark will." His voice was gentle with her. He rested the ax over his shoulder, walking back to their camp. "Looks like it's going to be a pretty cold night. The snow is only going to fall harder, so we need to prep the camp." He said to them. "You, however, you need to get some rest. That gash on your head doesn't look too good..." He said, expressing concern for Fallon.

 

[Rhianna]

((Sounds good to me! Maybe we can put it in italics?))


Fallon watched the exchange between the two men,the blood dripping from her head and on to the snow in small droplets. She was beginning to feel woozy, her eye sight disappearing and reappearing all in the same breath. The girl held onto Charlie's shoulder as they began to walk back to their newest home. Over the years, she had begun to become accustomed to the nomadic lifestyle she had adopted. However, something about it still seemed odd to her, Hell, the whole goddamn situation was the exact definition of mad. "I told you," Fallon began, her voice hushed and her breathing heavy, "I can take care of myself." she finished, now noticing that they were in the middle of their make-shift camp. "Mark is slow. The only thing he is good for is hunting deer and having sex with vulnerable women." Fallon told Charlie, releasing herself from his grasp to walk to her tent. The girl then started to unzip her blood soaked jacket, feeling sick and emotionally drained from the past events.

 

[Rhianna]

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