COME ON BABY DON'T FEAR THE REAPER BABY TAKE MY HAND DON'T FEAR THE REAPER WE'LL BE ABLE TO FLY DON'T FEAR THE REAPER BABY I'M YOUR MAN DON'T FEAR THE REAPER █████ ⋮it was clear 」 she couldn't go on。◞ ◥ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ T H E N T H E C A N D L E S B L E W A N D T H E N D I S A P P E A R E D ■↓THE CURTAINS FLEW × AND THEN HE APPEARED saying, don't fear the reaper❜⊱
☣WELCOME to the united states of america! ...or what's left of it, anyways.
☣ it is the year 2025 and six months have passed since the wild spread of the epidemic which coursed through the entirety of the usa and turned people into viscous, brain-gobbling zombies.
☣ there are few survivors left and you are one of them. some will survive, some will turn. nothing is certain...except for you can't trust anybody.
COME ON BABY DON'T FEAR THE REAPER BABY TAKE MY HAND DON'T FEAR THE REAPER WE'LL BE ABLE TO FLY DON'T FEAR THE REAPER BABY I'M YOUR MAN DON'T FEAR THE REAPER █████ ⋮it was clear 」 she couldn't go on。◞ ◥ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ T H E N T H E C A N D L E S B L E W A N D T H E N D I S A P P E A R E D ■↓THE CURTAINS FLEW × AND THEN HE APPEARED saying, don't fear the reaper❜⊱
☣ use real people please! that includes singers, celebrities, models, what have you. this is not an anime role play.
☣ romance is a must. i get it. this is completely allowed. however, for the sake of gaia's tos, let's keep it PG-13. don't like it? don't care! you can get your jollies off somewhere else c:
☣ semi-lit. please aim to get out at least two paragraphs per post. i completely understand writers block, it happens to me all the time, but at least give your fellow role players something to work with. that's all i'm asking c:
☣ this one is probably a given, but please do not kill off another character without the user's permission.
COME ON BABY DON'T FEAR THE REAPER BABY TAKE MY HAND DON'T FEAR THE REAPER WE'LL BE ABLE TO FLY DON'T FEAR THE REAPER BABY I'M YOUR MAN DON'T FEAR THE REAPER █████ ⋮it was clear 」 she couldn't go on。◞ ◥ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ T H E N T H E C A N D L E S B L E W A N D T H E N D I S A P P E A R E D ■↓THE CURTAINS FLEW × AND THEN HE APPEARED saying, don't fear the reaper❜⊱
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★ ▬❞ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ • jasper rivera ★ ▬❞ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ • river ★ ▬❞ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ • his machete ★ ▬❞ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ • his machete
★ ▬❞ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ • thomas cole ★ ▬❞ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ • insert here ★ ▬❞ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ • insert here ★ ▬❞ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ • insert here
★ ▬❞ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ • insert here ★ ▬❞ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ • insert here ★ ▬❞ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ • insert here ★ ▬❞ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ • insert here
★ ▬❞ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ • insert here ★ ▬❞ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ • insert here ★ ▬❞ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ • insert here ★ ▬❞ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ • insert here
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀☣╰ ◜ G I R L S▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
★ ▬❞ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ • malory xanders ★ ▬❞ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ • moxie ★ ▬❞ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ • her recurve bow ★ ▬❞ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ • her beautiful blue locks
COME ON BABY DON'T FEAR THE REAPER BABY TAKE MY HAND DON'T FEAR THE REAPER WE'LL BE ABLE TO FLY DON'T FEAR THE REAPER BABY I'M YOUR MAN DON'T FEAR THE REAPER █████ ⋮it was clear 」 she couldn't go on。◞ ◥ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ T H E N T H E C A N D L E S B L E W A N D T H E N D I S A P P E A R E D ■↓THE CURTAINS FLEW × AND THEN HE APPEARED saying, don't fear the reaper❜⊱
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⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ ★ HEY ! PEOPLE CALL ME DEX███
★ ▬❞ ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪsdamian stark ★ ▬❞ ɪ ᴀᴍtwenty-threeʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ ★ ▬❞ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ɪs my katana ★ ▬❞ ᴍʏ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅᴀʀʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ɪsmy 1911 pistol ★ ▬❞ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ᴏɴ...wait--what? this ain't high school... ★ ▬❞ ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ... Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Suspendisse auctor leo porttitor, venenatis tortor at, viverra nisl. Phasellus id bibendum lectus, nec porttitor lectus. Quisque non elit sodales, eleifend nibh ut, auctor leo. Sed eros sapien, consequat sed dignissim ac, porttitor id tortor. In sem mi, bibendum pulvinar elementum non, eleifend nec enim. Suspendisse id venenatis ante. Etiam eget velit sapien. Vestibulum mollis nisl sit amet eros posuere feugiat. Cras massa enim, lobortis sed malesuada ac, ornare sed nisl. Quisque non nunc sem. Maecenas laoreet sit amet dolor quis pharetra.
★ ▬❞ ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪsjasper rivera ★ ▬❞ ɪ ᴀᴍtwenty-eightʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ ★ ▬❞ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ɪsmy machete. ★ ▬❞ ᴍʏ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅᴀʀʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ɪsmy M1911 pistol. ★ ▬❞ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ᴏɴmy machete. ★ ▬❞ ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ...My name is Jasper Rivera, River for short. Before the spread of the epidemic, back when I thought life couldn't get any better, I was an FBI agent in training, and prior to that was an army officer for five years--I came from a military family. My father had a short stint in the navy when he was younger and my eldest brother was an ex army officer, and my second eldest brother was a highly decorated royal marines officer. So you can probably imagine why I chose the career path that I did.
Life was good until about six months ago. I lost everyone I loved all at once, and for a while, things were rather lonesome. When your only companions are the undead...you start to go a little crazy. You begin to question what it is you're still doing here. What it is you're still fighting for. I've contemplated suicide on multiple occasions...and the only thing that stops me is this small, sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, I'm not the only one. That is the thought that keeps me going. Granted, before that, it was raiding grocery stores for free food--but that isn't near as thrilling as it used to be.
Well, my future companions, that is about as deep into my personal life as I will go. The rest, you'll just have to find out for yourself. Good luck.
Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2016 7:20 pm
⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ ★ Hiya ! You can call me Moxie.███
★ ▬❞ ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪsMalory Xanders ★ ▬❞ ɪ ᴀᴍtwenty-threeʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ ★ ▬❞ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ɪsmy recurve bow. Her name is Petunia. ♡ ★ ▬❞ ᴍʏ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅᴀʀʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ɪsA survival knife. ★ ▬❞ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ᴏɴMy hair, and nothing/nobody else. (Yet.) ★ ▬❞ ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ...People say I'm cautious, punctilious, and fierce. What would you expect from somebody who has been to prison?
I grew up in an ordinary family in Oklahoma. My hometown was small and fairly poor, but we were living comfortably. I lived in peace until the ripe age of seventeen years, when things took a turn for the worst.
You see, I was a very rebellious teenager despite my fortunate upbringing. I partied like an animal, and drank like my life depended on the booze. No matter how many times I was caught jacking the Principal's car, sneaking into public buildings in the middle of the night, and countless other antics, I never learned.I never learned until I killed a man.
We were wasted and completely baked. Naturally, my boyfriend at the time and I decided that the best place to enjoy our intoxication was the school's pool. We had gone there several times to party, and saw no harm in sneaking in again to put some use into it. Upon arriving, the lights were off inside, and it was nearly impossible to see. I didn't see it coming; didn't see him coming when he grabbed me from behind. The way he had touched me scared me, and was not gentle like usual. I pulled away as quickly as I could, and received a fist to the cheek in response. One thing led to another; he became more physical in his drunken state. He hurt me until I hurt him. He hit me until I pushed him into the pool. What I didn't know what that the pool had been empty. It had been empty, save for the cracked head on the cement.
I never left the pool for some reason. I don't think I had the mind at the time to even think about it. I waited until the morning, and when the police arrived, I landed myself a one-way ticket to juvenile court. Court turned to prison as soon as I turned eighteen. Prison turned to Hell as soon as the Apocalypse started. (Will add more. U/C)
★ ▬❞ ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪsAslyn Evergreen ★ ▬❞ ɪ ᴀᴍTwenty-fourʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ ★ ▬❞ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ɪsmy knife. ★ ▬❞ ᴍʏ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅᴀʀʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ɪsmy pistol, or whatever I find lying around. ★ ▬❞ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ᴏɴliving. I'm trying to survive, not find my "true love". ★ ▬❞ ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ...Alright, let's cut to the chase. I was an orphan growing up, abandoned as a baby and stuck in a run-down orphanage run by a very cruel and irresponsible woman. I'll save you the sob story of poor orphan Aslyn, I'm sure it's nothing you haven't heard before. Orphan girl growing up in a bad environment turns into a rebel, you get the gist of it.
I wasn't exactly your model student growing up. I wasn't really much of a student at all. I didn't go to school, and I did whatever I wanted. Who would care? Certainly not the orphanage, and certainly not the school. I'm sure they wanted me out, I would if I were them. My life was the same all through my childhood to teenage years, drink, smoke and f*** sh** up. But when I was eighteen, they kicked me out of the orphanage. I wasn't a kid anymore, I was legally an adult, which meant I needed to fend for myself.
Honestly, it didn't make much of a difference in my life. I simply had no place to go, but making enough for food wasn't anything new. I used to do underground street-fighting, and that was a pretty fun way to earn some quick bucks. I lived on the streets for years, and it taught me everything I needed to know. When the apocalypse started, I grabbed the little amount of items I possessed and made a run for it. I've survived this far, and I don't plan on dying yet.
Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2016 7:25 am
⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ ★ HEY ! PEOPLE CALL ME INSERT NICKNAME HERE███
i've got nothing left to ⇢* live for , got no reason yet to die
but when i'm standing in the gallows , i'll be staring at the sky ☇
BECAUSE NO MATTER WHERE THEY TAKE ME ( DEATH I WILL SURVIVE )
《 and i will never be forgotten • with you by my side
'CAUSE I DON'T NEED THIS LIFE , I JUST NEED ↳SOMEBODY TO DIE FOR
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"Come on..." Jasper muttered under his breath in aggravation, pursing his lips as the third zombie of the day came shambling towards him ready to attack. It was making these disgusting, guttural sounds from deep within its throat and hunger and death were recognizable on its face. Pulling his M1911 pistol out of its holster, Jasper steadied the gun in his hand and without a moments hesitation squeezed the trigger. A loud crack echoed all around him as a wisp of smoke escaped from the gun barrel and the single bullet connected with its target, blasting a clean hole through the zombies skull. It had been six months since the outbreak of the epidemic. Six months of wandering the streets, battling zombies whilst continuing his search for Amber. He missed her so much. Her soft lips, her blonde hair and her entrancing emerald eyes. They were together for three years and god were those the best three years of his life.
F L A S H B A C K
Jasper had woken up from a nap after a busy day of training, investigating and paperwork. On the nightstand Amber had left a note. 'Went to get some supplies, be back soon. I love you.' He looked over at the blaring television that was making such an irritating noise and could scarcely make out what the news presenter was saying but it sounded urgent. "Reports are coming in from all over the globe of the wide spread infection that attacks the human brain and.... skin becomes yellow and their eyes turn bloodshot.... aggressive, and attempting to bite or otherwise injure others and pass on the virus..." He heard enough and rummaged around the room for his phone to call Amber and tell her to come home. He found it and dialed her number, and cursed when it went straight to voicemail. He could only hope that she was watching or at least listening to this.
Then suddenly there was a loud banging against the door. Hastily, he grabbed his dufflebag and shoved everything into it while keeping a close eye on the door. He grabbed his gun last and strapped the bag over his shoulder. Jasper was an FBI agent in training, and prior to that was an army officer for five years. The door collapsed moments later and with his firearm already in position, Jasper pulled the trigger and clenched his jaw he watched the infected male crumpled to the floor, slowly then all at once. That was when he made his escape.
E N D O F F L A S H B A C K
Now, his loneliness was mitigated only by the companionship of his Rottweiler, Buddy. He found the mutt cowering under a broken down vehicle not long after the outbreak. The twenty-seven year old male licked the base of his lips as he slid the gun back into its holster and continued down the empty road, Buddy trotting along by his side. "You hungry, pooch?" Jasper asked quietly, nodding his head after some silence as if to agree with the dog. "I am too," he mumbled. He was awfully hungry; raiding grocery stores wasn't as exciting as it used to be. Most of the food had rotted away and now he was left canned meats, tuna, soup and beans. It would be false to say he didn't miss Amber's delicious homemade meals.
He found a grocery store further up the road and pushed open the doors, striding inside. Jasper let his scouring blue eyes take in his surroundings while remaining as quiet as a mouse, listening for any signs of potential trouble. When he heard nothing, he moved down one of the isles towards the canned goods and began to refill his dufflebag, glancing around every so often as he did so. It was when he suddenly heard something fall from one of the shelves that his head snapped to the side, hand automatically going to his holster. Buddy, in all of his guilt, stood in front of a dented can of food with his ears tucked back as his big brown eyes lifted to his owner. A sweet breeze of relief flew by and Jasper closed his eyes briefly and shook his head, giving his dog a stern look. The last thing they needed was to attract unwanted attention. Then, Jasper glanced around one last time before going back to what he was doing.
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capn-dorito
Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2016 7:56 pm
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I'm like a scarf trick, it's all up the sleeve I taste like magic, waves that swallow quick and deep Throw the bait, catch the shark, bleed the water red Fifty words for murder ,and I'm every one of them ════════════════════════════════════
"Well...crap." Moxie bit her tongue as she stared at the carnage in front of her. It had been weeks since the last time she had seen a single store in sight. The countryside may have been quieter than the city, but nothing was close to the main road. Down to her last can of soup, she had been desperate to find food. If it had not been for Brennan, the man she had traveled with prior to now, stealing all of her food when he left, she would have been set for months. Sadly, Brennan had given away the location of her camp for cans of beans and bottled water. Now she was without extra muscle.
food, and a place to stay. It was just like the beginning of the outbreak again.
Currently she stood in front of a Costco flooded with undead and bodies. She had never seen so many zombies in her life; not even in Oklahoma City when she had escaped the captivity of prison. There was no way she could make it in there, not even with her incredible stealth. Raising a hand to her chest, Moxie gripped at the bowstring of her recurve, swallowing hard while she assessed her situation. She had to find food. There was no way around it. With one step forward, she almost sealed her fate. That was when she heard the gunshot.
The sound was loud, indicating that whoever had fired it did not have a silencer. This was bad. Moxie watched as nearly all of the zombies inside of the Costco lifted their heads to the 'bang'. "Double crap!" Moxie exclaimed, and spun on her heel to face the road again. Darting off, she ran towards where the gunshot had come from. It hadn't even been a mile's run. She ran as fast as she could, nearly tripping over broken car parts and luggage that littered the road. Normally she would have sped in the opposite direction, but what if a child had fired that gun? In most situations, people had silencers on their guns. Moxie had been in this exact situation, only it had been a child who fired their gun. She was too late in that situation, and she would not be for this one.
As she neared the location of the gunfire, Moxie noticed a freshly killed zombie blocking her path. She kneeled down next to the bloody mess, and pressed an index finger against the bullet hole in the monster's head. The wound was still warm, meaning the bullet had recently been fired. Straightening back up, she swept her gaze over the landscape; desperately searching for any people or buildings nearby. Her hazel eyes fell upon a grocery store down the road, and she decided to search there first. She did not run this time, weary of causing a ruckus that would attract attention. Instead, she crept up to the store on her toes. Once she reached the door, she pulled her bow from it's place across her chest. Immediately she fit the string with an arrow, and pushed the door open with her booted foot. The inside was dark and dreary; it's shelves mostly ransacked. Still, she carefully walked down the aisles one by one until she reached the one she had been looking for. In the canned food aisle stood a dog and a man; not what she was expecting.
"Oh no.." Moxie breathed, and took a step back. Bad move. Beneath her foot had been a stray can, and she tumbled backwards onto the ground below. Landing on her back, her bow had been thrown from her hands as she fell, and she hit the ground with a pained 'Oof!' Her head had smacked the marble when she tripped, and now she saw only stars. Both hands found her head, and she groaned as she held it to comfort herself from the blow. "H-How ironic. Taken out by what I need." She whispered to herself, and a shaken laugh left her lips. She had forgotten completely about the man and his dog, and her brain was elsewhere from the shock.
↳"... 3... 4... 5... damnit..." Aslyn cursed silently to herself as she counted the cans left in her bag. It would last her at least another month, but it was getting harder and harder to raid nowadays. She had been to almost all the deserted neighborhoods, lest she dare step into the ones crawling with zombies, and everywhere else seemed to have already been raided by previous groups. Aslyn worked alone, she always had and she always would. She didn't need the help of some useless leech who only wanted her food, she only needed her skills. She couldn't say this lifestyle was flawless, heck, she couldn't remember the last time she saw another living human. She had come across groups from time to time, but mostly in passing or in battle. Other than that, her company mostly consisted of zombies, and they weren't exactly party animals, just animals. Her main concern now was food, she needed to find something quick before she moved on. Letting out a sigh, she pulled her hair back into a high ponytail before zipping up her bag and slinging it on her shoulder. She checked for her knife, then pistol, and she was on her way.
She walked lonesomely down the road, keeping her steps light and her breathing soft. Her expression remained calm and collected as she listened for any sign of movement, any sign of life. Her eyes spotted a building down the road, a grocery store. She wasn't very hopeful on it's contents, she assumed everything would be raided over the course of six months. But her mind settled on maybe finding a few supplies in there as well. Sometimes people tended to overlook the little things that could mean the difference between six weeks and six hours. Coming to a resolve, she headed towards the building with haste. She entered through the window, in case of an entering bell at the front door, hopping into the building and keeping her head low in the aisles. She ended up in the pharmacy section, lucky for her. There were multiple bottles of pain meds and bandages scrambled across the shelves. Silently, she swiped them into her bag and moved on, deciding to go towards the food aisles.
It was then that she heard a thud, something dropping the the ground. Her heart leapt in her chest as she impulsively pulled out her knife, pushing her back against one of the aisles to listen in. She slowly made her way towards the sounding, trying to locate the source. A zombie? No, if it was a zombie she would hear that sound. The haunting gargle and groan that they sounded was distinguishable, she would know it. Then, another person? Just her luck to come across another person. In fact... it might actually be lucky. Survivors meant supplies. When she got close to the source, she poked her head out to see a man along with a dog. He seemed to have the same idea as her, refilling his bag with the little food cans left. On the ground she noticed a dented can, most likely the sound she had heard earlier. Suddenly, another noise, this one louder accompanied by a human voice. Her eyes peeked to notice a bluenette woman who had tripped and fallen. Were they a group? or part of one? Perfect.
Switching out her knife for her gun, she slowly got in a position where she could see them both. She quickly pushed the girl's bow behind her with her foot as she made her presence known. She pulled out her gun and aimed it at the man in front of her, assuming the woman's only weapon was now pushed behind her. "Who are you?" she asked in a stern voice, holding her knife in another hand in case the woman got any ideas.
holy chimichangas
Zincked
capn-dorito
Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2016 8:38 am
i've got nothing left to ⇢* live for , got no reason yet to die
but when i'm standing in the gallows , i'll be staring at the sky ☇
BECAUSE NO MATTER WHERE THEY TAKE ME ( DEATH I WILL SURVIVE )
《 and i will never be forgotten • with you by my side
'CAUSE I DON'T NEED THIS LIFE , I JUST NEED ↳SOMEBODY TO DIE FOR
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Everything had happened so fast. One moment, he was stuffing cans into his dufflebag, and the next, he was being confronted by a crazy woman with a gun. Great. The first person I meet wants to murder me. He almost rolled his eyes, although he slowly and non-threateningly turned towards the brunette and the blue haired woman as he lifted his arms in the air. He was not going to die today. Not unless it was a zombie, but by a human-being was absolutely pathetic. "Well, I don't know about Clumsy Smurf over there but I'm certainly not one of them," he replied, English accent making itself profound and bright blue eyes concentrated on the woman standing opposite of him.
He could see the youth in her face, and he did not know if she truly knew how to equip a firearm, but he didn't want to find out either. "Put that thing away before someone gets hurt..." His voice was low, and steady. He was speaking for the both of them now—Buddy, the enormous beast of a rottweiler, had moved himself between the two protectively, his tail straight and stiff and his ears folded back as a low rumble sounded from his throat. He was a dog that Jasper had trained to kill, and would only pounce if he was given permission to.
I'm like a scarf trick, it's all up the sleeve I taste like magic, waves that swallow quick and deep Throw the bait, catch the shark, bleed the water red Fifty words for murder ,and I'm every one of them ════════════════════════════════════
Moxie still had no idea what was going on when a woman suddenly appeared from nowhere to wave a gun at them all. It took her a few moments to come to her senses, but when she did, there was a giant dog growling in her direction. "Why, what big teeth you have, Granny.." Moxie muttered under her breath as she slowly sat up with both hands raised above her head. "Look here, Gunslinger Gal, I came here thinking I would be saving a poor child without a silencer on their gun." Moxie flashed a smirk back to the man she had discovered. "Fate has it that it was only Loverboy here and his friggin' bear." Her attention returned to the woman, and her piercing eyes stared down the barrel of her pistol. "I mean no harm if you don't intend on hurting me. I mean really... what's the point of fighting each other when all of us are just trying to run from these ravenous freaks, anyways? We all just want to live another day. We have the same goal." Escaping from death in this new world was impossible. It was everywhere one looked. Every time she witnessed it first hand, it only brought back memories of that night. Sure, she was excellent with her bow. She could take out a zombie with her eyes closed. When it came to humans, it was another story entirely. The guilt would always set in; the horror of what she had done.
Moxie's eyes had lost their humor at this point. 'Apparently this is what I get for trying to help people. Damn this world.' She thought to herself, and shifted her gaze to the floor below. It was kind of funny how even after the world turned against humans, they all still fought one another. Without any laws left to keep people in order, most murdered and pillaged without thinking twice. "Actually, what's the point of running from them? Is it hope? Do we hope things will inevitably get better? We have three options: Another survivor murdering us, a freak accident of a death, or becoming one of them." She was thinking aloud now; a habit of her's. She always had the tendency to jump between topics, and then forget to keep a cap on whatever she was thinking about.
(Smol post. Sorry! I normally have quite a bit more, but I didn't want to have her move too much, lest she take a bullet to the brain.
↳Ace was skeptical, to say the least. Her eyes watched the tall man with a threatening gaze as she listened to his response. He was English, as she gathered from his accent, and claimed he was not acquainted with the blue haired woman, which she found hard to believe. She kept her eyes on him silently, as the bluenette got up slowly, giving her side of the story. Her mind took a moment to connect the pieces, realizing that they probably didn't know each other. But she kept on edge. She weighed her options silently. She was lonesome, equipped with a pistol and a knife, and she only had a few bullets left. The man looked like he would put up a good fight, and he worked with the other woman then they could probably give her trouble. Not to mention the dog, who looked at her like he would rip her apart in a moment. Basically, she had no chance.
She heard the woman's reasoning as she tried to convince her that killing each other had no point. She scoffed for a moment, "The point is simple. I need supplies, and you have them." she challenged, nodding her head towards the male's bag. The male tried his way at convincing her to lower her gun, giving her a calm response. She grinned deviously, "The only one getting hurt here would be your two... but don't worry, I'm against killing humans. Probably severely hurt at best." she said sarcastically. Ace wasn't lying about killing humans. She didn't like the idea of killing off the only survivors left, but she didn't like the idea of dying either. That's why she preferred quick and easy raids, no upfront fights like this one.
It was as she was thinking that the girl began speaking nonsense. Ace furrowed her brow at her, "What on earth are you talking-" Ace was cut off by a sudden groan. She knew this groan, it was the one that haunted her dreams and made all the hairs on her body stand. A terrifying groan that mixed with crying gargles and muffled screeching. It was the groan that took away everything she knew right in front of her. Her eyes widened, trying to locate the source. Her eyes shifted to the window, seeing a large group of zombies coming their way. This development wasn't anything abnormal, sometimes the zombies would sweep areas as a group, and they seldom left survivors.
"Crap!" she exclaimed, slipping her gun back into her pocket. She moved fast, packing up her things and grabbing miscellaneous items before sliding the bluenette's weapon back over. She looked at the pair with stern eyes, "I suggest you get a move on." she said in a confident voice. Ace knew the area fairly well, she particularly knew of a certain hide-out by a diner. She discovered it a few weeks ago, while raiding homes. It seemed to be a deserted diner to begin with, and thankfully all signs of humans and zombies seemed to be gone. That was where she was headed.
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With one leg resting on top of the each other, the man was taking a short nap in an abandoned diner. His slim yet muscly body squeezed itself onto the small fake leather couch, leaving his legs no choice but to rest in the air. A survivor wouldn't take a nap in a place like that, but since he knew no zombie or human will enter inside, he wasn't worried. He only found out about this place yesterday because he decided to leave the place he was staying before, and headed to a place where it had food. Unfortunately, this was place was abandoned long time ago. Basically meaning, this place was empty, without any food. Good thing there was a store not too far from here.
Usually a diner would look very casual and clean, but after the apocalypse started, it looked completely the opposite. The diner itself was quite big, but everything was ruined. The windows were cracked but not broken, the knob on the left door was broken and the door itself was slightly crooked. Most of the chairs and tables were flipped over, lying all over the dirty floor. The large plasma television had a large hole inside it, broken glass pieces were all over the place. There were dry blood stains almost everywhere. This place was nasty, but it's not like he had other choice. After all, most places looked like this.
Thomas was awake even though his eyes were closed. He was dreaming, not about what would happen. But about the past, how life were perfect back then. Well for him it wasn't perfect, he was struggling between finding a good job and paying rent after the woman he dated cheated on him. Back then, he disliked his life. But now that he was thinking about it, it was much better than this. Sometimes, Thomas just wished to go back in time. Too bad it was impossible.
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