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Before falling asleep, as if he ever was going to, Jack had dropped by and set an MRE by the cot next to him. He looked down at it from up on the cot. "Food does sound pretty good right about now." He picked up the package, and scanned it. "Meatloaf and Mashed Potatoes, now, were are those...

Deus watched as Nikolai walked out with the weapon and soon came back to board up the door. Paranoid much? I guess it was just a good idea to fortify this place while we sleep. Then Nikolai spoke. He went on about wall, so abruptly though. It didn't seem like he had much of reason to go on about...

Yeah, I'm good.

Nah, it's just you. And to answer your question, a Medic = Amerikia, Fighter = Peteonov, Hunter = Whisker.

Deus observed those around him. People were already getting injured. His eyes moseyed on over from person to person, analyzing each person quickly. 'Medic, Fighter, Hunter, and the rest look like dead weight.' He thought. His eyes stopped on the woman who was once asleep. 'Maybe not her, I'll...

Hey there. I can't tell you how many times people have dropped out mid-RP, so you're not alone. I'm a somewhat experienced roleplayer, and I've dabbled in a bit of everything regarding genre. I prefer genres like Post-Apocalyptic, Science Fiction, Historical Fiction, Anime, Fantasy, and lots of...

Ayyyy, Welcome to RpN. I hope you find yourself at home here.

Deus looked away awkwardly when Jack's expression turns disgusted. The stench had become somewhat scentless due to inhaling it for so long, but Jack was just smelling it for the first time, so it probably made his stomach churn. His thinking was interrupted by Jack's words. He walked over to the...

It's all good homes.

Deus closed his eyes as he backed into the dumpsters corner. The claws of the beast began to tear through the metal and into the internals of the bodies spilling out of the hole. Suddenly, the hound stopped...BAM... The hound dropped to the group, dead as a door nail. (Wew gr8 pun m8) He then...

After a few seconds of hiding, Deus heard the snarling of the hound just outside the dumpster. He hoped the bodies would mask his smell and drive the beast away. Not that Deus knew much about mutated wolves, but he was almost positive that decomposed humans weren't ideal meals. That's what he...

Haha, welcome to the site. I hope to see you around the site and maybe even RP with you.

As Deus contemplated which direction he should advance to, he heard a dim scream. 'Dylan,' was all that ran through his head for a moment. It felt as if his heart had suddenly turned black. Guilt shrouded over him like a storm cloud on a rainy day...no...a stormy night. Nonetheless, he wasn't...

Deus had difficulties deciding on what was best to do. 'Ok, ok, wolves travel in packs, if the wolves follow that rule, Nikolai will be able to defend the group with his handgun. If not, and they go for the two of us...' With reassurance, he looked the girl in the eyes. "I know we'll be fine...

*cries*

Deus nodded to Nikolai before looking around for Dylan. Once he had spotted her, he motioned her over. "C'mon, I'll lead." With that, he began walking into the darkness of the Zone. Without the lights from the safe side of the wall and the sun, the area would be darker than a charcoal sky. Deus...

Deus looked at the man joining the group back again. "If so, someone with a weapon needs to join you. Nickolai, I suggest you do so." He turns to the rest of the group. "Unless anyone else has a better idea on what we should do."

"I suppose that's a good idea, but I want to make time of the peace we have now to find a safe place. Like you said, we should check the equipment we've been given." Deus's eye caught sight of a small military grade container sitting next to Petronov. "Have you checked that out, seems like...

Oh no, Thats me. @Petronov

Deus stopped a moment and felt through his pockets to find a note. Doing so, he unfolded it and head it a few times over. "This is sick, sick." His heart pained him, as it was bursting with a mixture of emotions that could only be described as hopeless. Again, he thought to himself. "No, calm...