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My ancestors left me protected...

Blane Godfrey

Blane mumbled to him self as he walked past another cactus that looked like symbols from a cave he sent a night in some where deep in the desert. In the distance he saw the outlines of buildings, he figured he was getting L.A. He debated on whether or not he should stop in town for supplies or find an abandoned car on the road. He looked down at his shadow to see what time it was, approximately.

...From everything but life..

My ancestors left me protected...

Blane Godfrey

Sounds of screaming hit his ears and from what he could tell, they were coming from inside the town. Once they stopped, he figured someone had done away with the zombie, meaning he wasn't a lone in the city. He sighed, took out a small note pad and a crude pencil to write down the time and date of his arrival to The city Of Angels. he laughed at the irony and put away his supplies in a small tote, checking to get a second count of his supplies.

...From everything but life..

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xxxxxxx I tear my heart open
xxxxxxxxxxxxx I sew myself shut
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx My weakness is
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx That I care too much




xxxxx Akemi walked around the seemingly empty streets of LA, her knife very apparent in the pocket of her skinny jeans. She also had a pistol in her hand, ready to shoot it at any given moment. Not too far off, she heard screaming and yelling. It stopped, though, so she kept walking. I guess I'm not alone in this ghost town... She knew there were zombies roaming everywhere, but she hadn't thought of other people being around here. She heard a sound, and turned around to see a zombie lumbering towards her. She shot it square in the forehead with the pistol, which knocked it to the ground, but didn't kill it. She pulled her knife out, opening it, and crept to the zombie. When she was close enough, she cut off its head. She wiped the blood off her knife on the zombie's clothes, then searched through its pockets for a weapon it was too stupid to use. All she found was a lighter. Yeah, that'll really help.. She said to herself sarcastically. She folded the knife and put it back in her pocket, dropped the lighter in her other pocket, then turned on to the next street, where she saw a boy(Jynxx) splattered in blood. She didn't keep walking, though. She stayed where she was, pistol in hand, peeking out from behind a clothing store. He didn't look like a zombie, but you could never be too sure.
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FOUR

Four sidesteps decaying bodies of zombies and humans alike. This place and it's inhabitance disgust her-- she can't keep the smell of rot out of her nose and the occasional scream for help is the only noise that raidiates from this dark place. She had traveled here from Sanfrancisco to bring aid to the remaining residents of this dead city, but it looks like a giant beast has stepped on LA like it was little more than a misplaced toy left out on a childs playroom.
"We should leave," Blink says quietly from behind her, clinging to her shirt and all together slowing down their process.
"Shut up," She replies casually without looking back at him, yanking his hands off her shirt roughly. She shoves him her handgun, "You're on lookout-- shoot anything that comes near us. No exceptions." Her temper was short with him and she couldn't handle speaking in a polite manner, what with the conditions.
"But--"
"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?! You're gonna wake the dead with that voice!" She meant it literally.

Four pressed her lips together in worry when she spotted the boy and the girl some distance away. They both looked tense, like they were considering their options with each other. The boy was carrying a guitar defensively in his hands, and the girl was sure to have a weapon of some sort as well.

Blink tugged on her shirt again, which was becoming an annoying habit for him, she noted irritated.

"What is it, Blink?" she snapped at him angrily, keeping her eyes on the two people in front of her. Blink tugged harder, and she spun around to him, exasperated, "what?"

Blink pointed off in the distance a bit south to where to two kids were standing,

"they're coming-- they've heard us," He whispered, terrified. And it was true-- in the distance she could see the silhouettes of the unconsecrated stumbling over wreckage towards Four and the others.

"Damn it," she yelled, startling herself and Blink with the loudness of her voice.

"We need to warn them," Four said to Blink, referring to the kids up the street, who seemed oblivious to the oncoming flock of zombies. She started quickly toward the boy, pulling out a pistol and tossing it to Blink and pulling out one for herself and aiming it into the distance.