Realistic or Modern Fresh Meat

[Myxyzptlk]

July 8th, 2019

Zombies are fictional undead beings, said to be from the reanimation of human corpses. It is commonly believed zombies are man-eating, unintelligient, slow-moving monsters that weren't real and, that was the truth for a very long time. Just a myth, just fiction, just some video game enemies, blah blah blah... Never has anything like this, however, happened before.

The Infection

A tragedy has struck humanity just over night. In 8 hours, an unknown disease of unknown origin has struck the state of New York, the means unknown. Nobody was prepared.

The undead apocalypse has begun. The rabies-like disease spreads through skin-breaking bites, body fluids (especially saliva) and internal contact through the living AND the dead.. There are three stages. Stage One includes mild headaches and fatigue. After twenty minutes Stage Two causes occasional pass-outs, bursts of anger and severe headaches. After 1 hour, Stage Three is the final stage. The victim experiences vomiting, extreme fatigue, extreme headaches, and eventually death.

If the brain of the victim is still in contact after death, expect them to resurrect from 20-50 minutes. The diseased walking corpses are highly aggressive to uninfected humans, and are sluggish, stupid yet dangerous in close quarters.

You are a normal person who has lived a normal life in a normal place. You wake up one morning, ready to start your daily routine. You are not yet aware. You are unprepared for the new world, for a new age. However, the dark, inevitable future has already started.


You're either fresh or rotten.

CHARACTER SHEETS ~ https://www.rpnation.com/threads/fresh-meat-cs.349462/

OUT OF CHARCTER ~ https://www.rpnation.com/threads/fresh-meat-out-of-character-chat.349464/

 

[Myxyzptlk]

July 8th, 2019
The state of New York had issued a cordon around The Allen Hospital in the Bronx two weeks prior to initial outbreak of a disease which has not been previously known to humanity. The disease, better known as H1z1 to the Center for Disease Control and the New York government had established the cordon from preventing initial outbreak recorded by an Israelite-American, who had checked in four days prior to the outbreak, from being released out into the public. Pendemonium would ensue within the hospital, local residents of the Bronx area attempting to flee would have been shot on site. The CDC's prevention attempts were proving feeble as the entirity of The Allen Hospital would have perished, news reporters would flock to the outside areas of the cordon, explaining the 100 % lethality rate of the disease.

Initial worries of the outbreak seemed to have diminished, as the Cordon was still heavily secured by law enforcement officials, the CDC went to work on the bodies within the cordon. Working on the bodies of the recently deceased, they had yet to explore the site of Patient Zero. One employee for the CDC would soon make a grisly discovery, and his last. An outbreak among the workers would imminate.

Soon it was aware to the public eye. The disease had not only killed off those who initially contracted the disease, but had ressurected them. They were slow, body parts hanging by their sides, the grisly image would be documented on television. The world was now watching, The Cordon was the only thing preventing the disease from escaping. The high security measures made sure those that had been re-animated wouldn't get too near. However, there was something that hours of binge watching The Walking Dead couldn't prepare you for.

Insects... The CDC was watching the airways to see if strains of the pathogens were known but had not paid attention to the small wildlife. Immediate detection was not known because most insects seemed to carry immunity towards the disease. "Most" some were not so lucky and outbreaks would begin to appear outside of the Cordon, outside of New York.

Today is July 8th. You were there the whole way through, Maybe you were near the Cordon. Maybe you were watching from Connecticut or with your boss in the building complex where you worked. Perhaps one of your father's employees came down with the illness and you had to make a quick escape. Whatever your story, you were there.

The story begins here. Your story, you will begin with that fateful day on July 8th where all did not seem quite right... Your journey to unite with those who survived the outbreak begins here...

Catharsis Sir Monsieur T That_Irish_Person The_Omega_Effect FireMaiden cherrycosmos

 

[Sir Monsieur]

Jekkel's eyes opened revealing his blue eyes. He frantically gasped for air while his breath began to catch up with him. It was pitch black and freezing where was he? He quickly tried to sit up only to hit his head on the ceiling above. Jekkel let out a frustrated moan of pain before covering his hands over his head. It did not take long for his head to develop a bruise. There was hardly any room to move around. It was as if he was in a box, a cold metal box. His breath began to hinder, his breath was finally catching up with him. He took in one last deep breath trying to calm himself down, his heart still racing. He felt as if he had just awakened from a long slumber. His mind raced with possible images of the places he could be, but alas none of them matched this particular scenario. Jekkel hated being in confined spaces, he hardly had enough room to think. He began to fidget around some more. The box seemed to shift back and forth as he did so. A sliver of light shined through a crack at the far end of the box. It appeared that the bottom panel was on a track. He pushed on the wall behind him and the panel he laid on jutted outward into a medium sized room with dull light.

Jekkel slowly climbed down from his metal bed. And at that, he was free and naked? He glanced down at himself only to realize he wasn't wearing any clothes. He gave a long sigh trying to recollect what had happened that lead him to this unique situation. but he could not do so his head was foggy as if he had too much to drink the night before. He took a couple of ganders around the room. Jekkel much preferred the atmosphere he formally reside. The floor and walls were smeared with blood along with the stench of death, it reeked of the foul place. The lights flickered as his eyes followed the trail of blood, It eventually lead to a figure with a lab coat drenched in blood. The figure appeared to be eating something. He strained his eyes to see what it was. It was a man!? The man seemed to rest on a metal bed as he did.

It took a moment for everything to register in his head. Then the thought seemed to slap him in the face. There were rows of metal cabinets that he could only assume to be more beds. By God, Jekkel was in the morgue and he was in the freezer. His body shudder at the thought of this. He then quickly averted his attention back to the odd figure, the figure was indeed eating the man. Vile gore spilled everywhere as it did so. The figure did not seem normal at all, its skin was a nasty shade of pale green. To Jekkel's luck, the creature's attention was attentively drawn to the man as it feasted its teeth into it.

Jekkel took this opportunity to get the hell out of there. He managed to slip away unnoticed. He began to roam the halls in search of supplies. If he was in the morgue (Which he was) There would be a room where they would keep the recently deceased stuff. After a matter of about 5 minutes, he stumbled onto the room. To his surprise, it was unlocked. The door creaked as he poked his head in, sadly he was not the first person in here. Bins were scattered everywhere labeled with the names of the dead. Most of the bins were tipped over with useless stuff flowing out of them. Jekkel’s eye was able to spot a bin with his name on it. To his miss fortune, it was opened. He anxiously tour through it looking for his guns but they were gone. "Damn It" He cursed. The only thing in the bin where his clothes. He hastily put them on and checked his pockets. He managed to find his old switch blade.

He looked upon the hilt with gleaming eyes. His thumb mashed the release button of the hilt causing the blade to switch out (No pun intended) The blade made a friendly clicking sound as it released. It shimmered in the dim light. Jekkel executed a couple of party tricks before putting it back into his pocket. He then casually exited the closet and proceeded to the nearest exit. He soon found himself in a reception area. He wasn't greeted by much, only the sound of a clock. "No receptionist?" Jekkel made a quick glance at the clock which read 6:00. He looked out the window, the clock was not wrong. The light was only beginning its trek through the world. He cursed under his breath.

He was in a bit of a predicament. Jekkel's vision was awful in the dark (and general). It would be very difficult to navigate with a blind spot as big as his. It would be a horrendous idea to go outside and try to find his way around. He took a closer step to the window, perhaps if he stared out upon the city long enough all his problems would solve themselves. Who know's it is the city, after all, there is always a cab looking to drain people of their money. So he stood there waiting, waiting, waiting. Of course one of the busiest cities in the world doesn't have a simple cab passing by.

Stranger note one of the busiest cities in the world doesn't have many people roaming the streets. It was after several more minutes of waiting a person appeared out of nowhere. The man was limping. He looked like a grocery bagger that just got off a long shift at work. On closer examination, he found the man's skin color was a familiar shade of pale green The sickly person began to gaze upon him, mindlessly. Jekkel simply glared back at it while he stroked his chin. From his view, it looked as if the thing was grunting and screeching. It then ran against the glass, clawing it, biting it, leaving nasty smudges against the glass.

Jekkel calmly watched from behind the glass. It looked exactly like the surgeon. He slowly took a few steps back, He noticed a Tv suspended to the left of the receptionist desks. The remote rested on the desk of the receptionist, he quickly snatched the remote and started to flip channels. It's not like this did anything, of course, they all said the same thing. It's the Zombie Apocalypse where have you been? Jekkel stood there staring at the tv trying to process everything. After some time of pondering on the thought, he slowly grabbed his switchblade and switched it. He knew what he needed to do. There was a zombie in the back room he couldn't just leave it there.

He approached the back room. The double doors were cracked slightly, Jekkel peered through the tiny peep hole. The Zombie had moved from its original position. He began to push the door open but suddenly there was an opposing force on the other side the door. It quickly overpowered Jekkel and knocked him to the wall. The Zombie ran out of the room with full rage. It somehow noticed him coming. The only thing separating him and the zombie were his hand pushing against the zombie's throat. He quickly thrusted his blade in between the eyes of the zombie. It dropped limp to the ground. Blood had splattered onto his face. He swiftly wiped it off with disgust. Jekkel was not faced with many options. His best option would likely be to wait in the receptionist area.

So the survivor then turned around to head back to the receptionist area only to see more than a couple faces peering in at him through the glass. Of course, these weren't normal faces, they were the oh so familiar pale green faces of the recently deceased. Scratch that, Jekkel’s new plan was to find his way to the roof. Perhaps he should backtrack to the freezers and see if there were any conveniently placed stair wells. It did not take long to find his way back. He kicked open the two metal doors and stormed through the area in the search for elevation. On his way to the back doors, he spotted the meal of the surgeon. It was twitching, to say the least. The survivor quickly advanced to the body and readied his knife. The body had a giant chunk missing from its stomach and its entrails were now outtrails. Jekkel looked over it with disgust before pushing the bed back into the wall.

He quietly peered out the cracks of the door. It looked clear at the moment so he did what any somewhat sane man would do. He got out of there and to his luck, there was a latter on the far end of the building. In haste he climbed up the ladder as if his life depended on it (Which it did) There was not much on the roof. Just some old air condition units, but there were some other things up there that had more use than others. The roof did produce an unopened bottle of scotch and a half empty box of cigarettes. So he sat there on the air conditioning unit smoking cigarettes and drinking scotch waiting for the rising sun.

Catharsis Myxyzptlk T That_Irish_Person The_Omega_Effect @ FireMaiden cherrycosmos

 

[Myxyzptlk]

Emeka Johnathan Isaac

"Emeka go home..." it was Mr. Ewing, Emeka's boss. He'd crane his head over his shoulder to look at him. "CNN's broadcast just went out Mr. Ewing..." Emeka's voice, although deep, resonated with a sound and smooth pitch. "Broadcast station may have been taken over then."Mr. Ewing replied, Emeka slumped back into his arms, his bucket hat decorated with street names would barely allow but a narrow slit for Emeka to look through. He'd have to re-adjust his hat to see the entirity of the television screen in it's static motion, flipping through the channels. "It's no use Emeka, every station is about shorted out. You might as well head home." Emeka straightened his back into the seat, "I don't feel safe Mr. Ewing." He peered towards the window and down at the emptied streets, no sign of anything unusual. Mr. Ewing released a deep sigh "I noticed that weapon you've brought into work.".

Emeka stood up. "I purchased it soon as CNN broke word of the cordon. I hope I'll never use it." Mr. Ewing chuckled some, "Seeing as it's New York you probably would have had used it by the end of the week." Mr. Ewing went to put on his coat before heading towards the elevator. "Stay safe, Emeka." "I'm not the one going out onto those streets, with due respect, Mr. Ewing" Emeka responded. Mr. Ewing laughed, "No but soon as I'm gone you'll get lonely and go home." the elevator then closed. Emeka did grow weary and alone, he didn't like the quiet. It was odd for Emeka, he never made any real friends in life or bothered to create a relationship that had meaning.

Emeka only had himself growing up. His mother worked constantly and would have to leave Emeka home alone at times. But even then he prefered isolation and solitude in loud areas. It made him feel secure, that even in a world of silence there was always some noise to go about. That noise is gone, riots and pendemonium raged across New York for a week, then just stopped. Emeka had no idea what happened but he knew he didn't like it.

He zipped up his blue track jacket and flipped up his hood over his bucket hat. It was a rainy day in Brooklyn, New York and he wouldn't risk the chance of getting his head wet. People in Brooklyn seemed to be relatively superficial about things but none of that would matter anymore. He headed for the stairwell, exercise wouldn't kill him, plus he developed a fear of jammed elevators, old elevators, and any elevators after watching the trailer to The Shining. Even then, he probably wished he'd have gone down the elevator, the stairwell was a long descent and gave off a very creepy vibe with every echo and noise.

There he saw the ground floor exit. He'd have had finally made it towards the bottom, he picked up his book bag and fumbled through the items. He'd collect the Tec-9, its handle and grip made him feel secure. Emeka would place the handgun into his jacket pocket after putting it on safety. He'd place his hand on a revolving door that led to the outside, the eerie and cold day was not one to enjoy. Emeka made his way towards home, an apartment complex five blocks down. He lived on the top floor, which didn't provide too much of an outstanding view, spare the aesthetic view of a few cafe's and his room wasn't anything special save a metal terrace with a fire escape.

So he would arrive to his apartment complex. Boomie, the resident bodyguard was not outside. Emeka would only assume he'd taken to his own room following the outbreak. He stepped inside the apartment complex, no teller, so Emeka would have to resort to buzzing himself to the next room where the elevators were. He stared at the elevator, the old grandfather clock would tick and tock. His eyes were diverted from the elevator and up at the up and down signs. The down sign was lit. "Someone must have hit all the buttons, probably some kid...". It was still odd though. The air was cold and Emeka felt shivers go down his spine. He reached for the Tec-9 in his jacket pocket and placed it into his hands, he'd switch off the safety.

The clock kept ticking, the elevator kept running. Emeka grew weary of the area. The grandfather clock continuosly ticking and tocking with no end. He fealt he would throw up, the suspense in the air was thick and the roaring of the elevator was apparent. Emeka felt dizzy as the clock seemed to grow louder and the roaring of the elevator kept growing louder and louder. The clock boomed indicating the turn of the hour and the elevator made a ding. Emeka raised his eyelids believing he had passed out but he was still standing upright.

The doors opened. Emeka's mouth quivered at the sight, some diseased wretch, lacking limbs on the bottom half of his body. The creature's arms contorted so it's hands would face towards each other. The entire elevator was smeared with blood, a dark red substance poured out from the edges and near Emeka's feet. He started stepping back before he tripped over the grandfather clock. The clock would make a loud crash that would attract the being. The freakish spawn would begin moving, the elevator began it's closing procedure but would halt for the being. It's grisly face and jaw dropped as humanly possible as it could. Emeka would place the ironsights in between it's eyes before pulling on the trigger. The being became a corpse, it's blood seeped.

Emeka made no hesitation to stand upright and remove himself from the building entrance. He immediately would begin climbing the fire escape. His arms grew weary and tired but Emekas initial fear outgrew the burn in his arms. His ascent towards the top would be reached in a matter of a few frantic minutes as he reached his apartment room. He pushed the window upwards and made his way inside. He didn't feel safe within the building at all and quickly made his way out of the room, not looking both ways before darting towards the roof floor. No beings of the same description were on the top of the building and he quickly closed the door behind him. He'd make his way towards the edge and sat there. He slung his backpack off his shoulder and dropped it next to him, fumbling it's contents for the kindle and headphones where he began listening to the contents of his playlist called "Happy thoughts".

Catharsis Myxyzptlk T That_Irish_Person The_Omega_Effect FireMaiden cherrycosmos

 

[FireMaiden]

Máni groaned, pulling herself up from bed. She never was a morning person, even now that the dead are roaming the streets. It also didn't change the fact that she hadn't left her apartment since the virus had taken over. It was safe...kinda. Máni only had to fight off a few looters and block the front door with the couch. But seeing as how she was not only low on supplies and going a bit stir crazy, it was time to say goodbye to her home. It was gonna be painful though, all her babies just left like this, abandoned, the only thing they'll be good for is collecting dust. Heartbreaking. Eh, oh well, hacking into government sites to learn national secrets wouldn't serve much purpose in the freaking zombie apocalypse. Soda cans and candy wrappers skidded across the floor when she kicked them out of her way as she made her way to the chair she piled all her clothes on. It was time to put clothes on, and quickly cause her ass was getting cold.

Máni grunted as she pulled the couch away from the door, trying to do it quickly and without much noise. She didn't have much with her, a tazer being her only weapon as of now, shed have to search through the other apartments she could get in before actually leaving the building. She need more food as well, three granola bars and half a bottle of Gatorade wouldn't really do much to keep her alive for very long. If you know, She wasn't eaten alive by one of her former neighbours as she broke into their house. Grabbing the back pack she chose for the journey, and making sure her sneakers were tied, Máni quietly squeezed through the door. Her nose immediately wrinkled as the heavy iron smell assaulted her nostrils. Blood covered the walls, and turnednthe floor into a sticky red pool. She had heard the screams from inside, but never thought it would be this bad. Man...zombie movies sure nailed it. Though the corpses were indescribably gruesome. Bloody piles may be the proper term however.

They were everywhere, missing most of their...well everything. Bloody, stripped bones were maybe the only thing that remained, some hair there, what little remained of someone entrails there. It was horrible, and Máni couldn't help but feel relieved because none of them were her. But now she knew what would happen if she got unlucky. Really, unlucky. Suddenly her lucky Samurai Jack shirt didn't feel so lucky. But she had to move on. After regaining herself, she managed to stomach the sighed of mangled bodies, She began to search the other apartments. There wasn't much left. In any of them, having been looted or used by the people who use to live in them, she couldn't find anything useful really. A box of pink bandaids in one bathroom, a combat knife in the old veteran's apartment, then a bug bag if spicy trail mix in another. Then, nothing. At least she had a weapon now, but it was time to leave.

Unfortunately, while leaving the last apartment, she heard shuffling from outside the door, followed by low growls and snarls. Her heart rate picked up, sudden fear freezing her in place. She held her breath, grabbing the closet thing neat her for a weapon, which happened to be a lead pipe, before she tries to sneak out. What's the point of staying in the same place just waiting to be found? She left her apartment to get somewhere better, and staying in a different apartment was not what she had planned. One zombie wasn't gonna change that. She moved close to the ground, trying to make as little noise as possible. Is movies taught her aything, it's that zombies can hear anything. And even if that wasn't the case here, She wasn't gonna take any- glass broke under her foot, causing the zombies attention to turn towards her. Máni cursed at herself, but quickly stood as it rush at her, then swung. She was greeted by a squishy thud, and the sound of splattering brain matter. Who knew heavy pipes made good brain squishers?

She took a deep breath, before heading to the stairs. Which were unforntually blocked by sofas, chairs, and other big heavy objects that she had no chance of moving. So her next option was to use the fire escape. So, She headed back into the apartment she was last in, hoping for an unlocked window. She got lucky, and with little effort, opened it and climbed out, her feet falling onto the green metal of the fire escape. Myxyzptlk cherrycosmos T That_Irish_Person The_Omega_Effect Catharsis Sir Monsieur

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Unlike those around him, Nikolai had time to prepare. His expertise with electronics meant that he was able to retrieve information from the internet about the virus a few days prior. For the 3 days he had left, Nikolai spent almost all of the time he had gathering food, water and some useful equipment to place in his house. He also needed a way to take everything with him in case his apartment is breached. He found a large camper's backpack in the mall and bought it with the little money he had in his pocket. It took him two, sleepless days to set up his apartment. He made sure not to interact with anybody either. As long as he is in this apartment and is quite enough, any more people would be a liability. He filled his bathtub with water, filled his fridge up with canned foods and sodas. Although he had gotten access to a Glock, he did not have the time to find a lot of bullets. So far he was only restricted to two clips. This was not much of a problem as guns should be the last priority as they attract attention. At the end of the two days he had spent preparing he decided to have a good night's rest, waking up to the chaos that would ensue.

He quickly turned off the lights, blocked off all the exits and then just waited. The sounds he heard were very frightening. People screaming for their lives. Some screaming so loud as they were being bitten into. And then some, groaning without a single thought in the world other than infecting the virus. At first it intimidated him. But he got used to it. He would constantly look online for any sort of information he could find, looking at the posted pictures of the horribly disfigured undead as they shamble towards their next victim. He slowly got used to the undead.

He started loading up his backpack with a few of his supplies. First aid kit, ammo, tools, computer, charger, food, water, soda and a few extra things. He then grabbed his knife, hoping to explore the rest of the houses in his apartment to see if there is anything useful. He opened the door slowly and went outside his apartment. Then he saw one of them. His first one that he saw in person. He had not been noticed yet so he decided to continue sneaking away. He opened up the door to the house of the neighbour so as to not alert anybody. He slowly walked in, flashlight in hand. It was dead quiet. He slowly walked upstairs and saw corpses of a few undead along the way. All of them had been killed due to bludgeoning. In front of him, lied a barricaded door. He tried to remove all of the barricades with as little sound as possible. Opening the door, Nikolai saw what was inside the room.

It was a bedroom. The tv was still on, showing static as the news channels went off. And on the bed, were a man and a woman, lying dead. Next to their beds, on the bedside tables, were bottles of alcohol and a bunch of pills. They definitely killed themselves, figuring that they could not be able to survive in a world like this. They were in their mid 40s so this decision of theirs did not seem unquestionable to Nikolai. They had a peaceful death. Which is more than he can say for the thousands dying every minute. He then took some of the pills containers with the pills inside them in case they were useful. He continued to leave the apartment, gathering anything useful he could find. Although, there was not much to take. He was going to continue searching the apartment when he noticed that the infected in the hallway was gone and the door to his apartment was wide open. He went inside the little base of his slowly. Suddenly, the infected rushed towards him. He was standing by where Nikolai kept his food, contaminating all of them. He was not prepared for this attack. The infected lunged at him, trying to bite him down. The only thing that stood in its way was Nikolai holding its neck. Nikolai took his knife out and stabbed the infected in the back of the throat and kicked him away. The infected recoiled back towards his bathroom and the force of the infected hitting the door broke it. His disgusting inner fluids spewed out into the rest of the bathroom. Nikolai quickly finished him off with a stab to the temple. He had then just realised that his entire water supply had been contaminated. Now, he HAD to leave.

He also knew that he had to avoid contact with bodily fluids in order to avoid infection. It only made sense. For this reason he opted to cover as much of his skin as possible. He wore thick boots, a pair of jeans, a red shirt, his favourite jacket, some relatively thick gloves he found lying around, a baseball cap, a bandana wrapped around his mouth and his sunglasses. At this point, he had to find a way to survive. He could not do that alone due to being quite terrible at fighting many opponents at once at close range. And the sound that he would make from shooting would doom him anyway. Nikolai set out to find some people to team up with at that moment.

 

[uwupolice]

( I apologize if I'm rusty. I just recently got back on this site after a minor hiatus ^^;

name: aala johnson
outfit: click
companion: aspen
location: leaving the NYU Medical Center
equipment:
tags: Sir Monsieur Myxyzptlk FireMaiden The_Omega_Effect

coded by: lorde

Green orbs flicked over to her co-worker in worry, the channels only popping up with a 'Standby' message and to stay inside, blah blah. Some of the patients (the older ones to be exact) began to complain about why they can't watch their shows, only to be given some DVDs and VHS tapes to calm them down. "What are we going to do?" Shelby frightfully asked, nibbling on her thumbnail as they stood by the receptionist desk. "I don't know, we must remain calm though." Aala responded, shifting her gaze over to her sleeping fur baby, Aspen.

Ever since the cordon, she had requested to bring in her trained and intelligent dog. They didn't really argue, considering the situation at hand. Along with that, her and others began to sneak in weapons.. mainly everyone had seen a movie or show about Zombies, so it was obviously logical. Only skeptics scoffed and called them silly, expecting the CDC to take control of it with ease.

That wasn't the case, the speakers beginning to crackle overhead. "Patients and workers must leave the premises as soon as possible. Call your family if needed to get picked up. Everyone must go."
Aala arched an eyebrow, looking back at the shaking Shelby. "Don't worry sister, just get home safely. Ok? Call me if you need me." Shelby merely nodded with an even paler face, standing there.

Aala whistled, Aspen rising and following after her owner. "Hey babygirl, we gotta leave now ok? I'm putting your leash on and you must be quiet unless I say so." Aala made sure to put emphasis on the word quiet so she understood. Kneeling down, she now put the chain-linked leash on the panting pitbull. "Lets go mama." She smiled softly, leading her to the locker rooms.

Stripping of her nurse scrubs, she put on her normal clothing and grabbed her duffel bag. Inside, it was stuffed with a pistol and brass knuckles her father had gifted her - Yeah, she know it's strange - a combat knife she recently bought, dog treats and food, some snacks and beverages she took for lunch, and a first-aid kit, and of course her charger and earbuds.

Putting her curly coils of hair up, they made way to leave, planning to get home, pack and go to moms and then dad. Dad was definitely the farthest one away..
Sighing, she pushed past the fearful and upset crowd, yelling demands at the hospital officials and begging to stay. Aala shook her head and frowned, pushing on the exit door.

Bang

Aspen growled softly, Aala glancing back to see one of the patients fallen, a man in a black suit standing over them with a gun. Her eccentric eyes widened and she rushed out, panicked screams from within the building fading.
"Calm Aspen." She ordered shakily, rushing over to her condo which was a pretty decent walk from the hospital. Aala usually walked to work anyways, unless it was exceptionally hot or cold.

This walk was different though. The streets were eerily emptied, quiet except for the whistle of soft wind. Aala paused and holstered her knife on her hip, gun pulled out before she continued the hurried walk. The vibe was off, and she wasn't an idiot. Aala had experience and knew not to go unprotected at a time like this.

Here and there she would hear a trash can tip over and muffled screams from afar. She tightened her grip on her handgun.

Nothing had stumbled upon her yet, but now she was passing by the morgue. That place normally creeped her out, plus it was full of dead people. Could they reanimate like in Thriller?

Her thoughts were cut off as she caught her breath, freezing. There were five silhouettes with their bodies pressed against the glass to the morgue. Fuck-
There was no way she could take them all out now. Aala was uncertain and beginning to doubt herself - which is unusual.
Were they attracted to noise? Smell? Motion? She didn't know and she didn't want to risk it. Lowering her pistol, she darted to the side of the building, Aspen loyally following with her head bent. Aala was so grateful she took her to training classes and continued them on herself.

"Fuck.." She whispered. "What to do.." She let her gaze travel along the area, trying to come up with an escape plan as she let herself and Aspen calm down. Yeah, she's dealt with delinquents and wannabe gang members, but she had never faced a walking corpse with unusual munchies. Crackheads? She rather deal with them compared to the collection of grotesque once humans.

"Low.." The short female murmured to her dog(go), raising her pistol up as she eased her way along the wall. Were there stairs of any sort? An empty alley that miraculously leads to her home?

Nope.

There was a ladder that led up to the roof though. Aala swore under her breath once more. She didn't really see the use of training her dog how to climb ladders, so she cut off the training. Asper knew how to a little.. but did she want to risk them falling and becoming a Happy Meal?

Aala continued to brew in her thoughts, chewing on her lip as she looked around.

 

[Sir Monsieur]

Jekkel took another puff of his cigarette. He clasped the little paper as if it was his only hope for survival. The sun was finally advancing over the city. It was quite pleasant as a matter of fact. Booze in one hand a smoke in the other. Not to mention the vigorous sounds of the city had been subdued due to the Apocalypse, some might even go as to declare it judgment day. It was going mighty fine for Jekkel, not a care in the world. That was until he heard the unsettling pitter patter of footsteps. He let out a slow sigh, perhaps it was just his imagination. He did always become paranoid when he smoked. As he sat there pondering whether he should arise and investigate the matter he heard faint murmurs. It was rather difficult to determine what was said but he did manage to note the dismay in the figure's voice.

The survivor was relatively hesitant on the subject but was compelled to do something about it anyway. With sore eyes, he flicked the smoke out of his mouth and slowly walked towards the edge of the roof. Jekkel peered over the edge only to find a woman and her immensely large pit-bull (Or at least that's what he thought.) He scanned the scenario intensively. Ally-way, one way out, blocked, closing in, woman, dog, and dumpster. It did not take long for the survivor to determine a decent plan to save the pair. He began to snap his fingers slowly trying not to alarm her. He then began to point to the dumpster. Jekkel was aware she would not leave her dog behind due to the fact she was still there. He was now prone to the roof (Not the ceiling) This is the tricky part, they would now have to hoist the dog on to the roof.

(Sorry for the delay or tend to take my time on these things.)

uwupolice

 

[uwupolice]

name: aala johnson
outfit: click
companion: aspen
location: Morgue
equipment: 9mm pistol, brass knuckles, combat knife, dog treats + food, flaming hot cheetos, animal crackers and a banana, first aid kit, charger, phone, earbuds
tags: Sir Monsieur

coded by: lorde

Aspen growled softly and looked up, wagging her tail slightly. "Aspen- You're hitting me with you tail." She chuckled quietly before lifting her gaze to what Aspen was staring at. Too caught up, Aala didn't notice the snaps, but she did.

Now, her green chalices landed upon a blue eyed man around her age. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, analyzing him and the situation at hand. Normally, she wouldn't trust this dude so easy, but, hell, he didn't want to sink his teeth into her flesh!
Sighing, she gave in and fought her instincts, listening- well watching what the other was doing.

He was pointing towards the dumpster beside them and she turned and nodded slowly. Aala licked her lips, looking back up to him. "Do you want me to pick up my dog and get on top of the dumpster?" She asked, making sure she was audible enough for only he to hear. "Or?" She raised her eyebrows, looking around once more.

 

[Sir Monsieur]

In response, Jekkel gave a simple node. "That or you go dumpster diving." He was going to assume she knew what that meant. The survivor took a quick glance down the ally. They were running out of time. "You have two choices, which will it be?"

uwupolice

 

[FireMaiden]

Making her way down the fire escape would prove to be a bigger challenge than she thought. By the time she got to the last playform, there was a sizeable gourp of freaks hanging out below. There weren't to many, mainly because come what she could see, and hear, an unfortunate couple had gotten caught. They were screaming for each other, saying their last good-byes. She thought that the few under her would wander off to join in the feast, and as long as they kept screaming, it would keep more from coming and investigating her. But she still had to find a way down without risking her life. It may be the only way though. And they weren't all under the ladder directly, so if she was careful, there was a possible way she could get by without having to fight them. And waiting for them to move on could actually make the situation worse. So, here we go. Máni carefully lowered th last latter, making sure to.do it slowly so it didn't make much noise. She then slowly climbed down, landing with a dull thud. Three of them looked I her direction, but she softly began to move past them, before breaking out into a run once she was past. Now, where could she go?

 

[uwupolice]

( sorry for taking awhile to respond ^^; I was watching movies :p

name: aala johnson
outfit: click
companion: aspen
location: Morgue
equipment: 9mm pistol, brass knuckles, combat knife, dog treats + food, flaming hot cheetos, animal crackers and a banana, first aid kit, charger, phone, earbuds
tags: Sir Monsieur

coded by: lorde

Aala chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, wise guy."
She began to heave herself onto the dumpster, making sure she was stable before she looked down to the grey pup. She gently patted the side, motioning for her to 'stand' up against the dumpster. Aspen obeyed, tongue sticking out happily. "Ok girl, don't drool on me now." She chuckled softly, hooking her arms under her armpits and grasping her back. Now, she began to slowly lift. "You've gained a few pounds love, I'm not sure if hitting the gym would benefit you."

Yeah, she talks to her dog more than other humans. So what?

Now, she carried Aspen like a baby, standing upright. "You promise me you won't drop her, right?" She asked, eyebrows raised and tone serious. The 'scary' looking pitbull is her best friend and her baby, she definitely doesn't want her to fall fate to zombies - if they even eat animals anyways.

Entrusting the stranger, she held out the grey and white pit to him, right on the edge of the dumpster.

 

[That_Irish_Person]

Andy was working at her local Starbucks when she received a phone call from her mother, she sounded like she was in a little bit of pain and quite tired too almost like she was half asleep. "Honey, I'm going to need you to come home early..." There was a bit of a pause that made Andy worry, she had no idea what was going on and quite frankly she didn't like it, she needed answers. It was a while before her mum continued talking, "Honey, can you please go to the pharmacy and get me some painkillers? I have the worst headache and it's killing me." (OOC: I laughed too hard at that) Andy felt almost relieved that there was nothing serious wrong with her though was still concerned, her mother was at the age where she could pop a hip out or could have a heart attack, and like any normal person she didn't want to get home to a dead mother.

Andy immediately ran out of work and apologised to her supervisor saying she will explain later. Her family couldn't afford a car for Andy, so her mother would pick her up and drop her off at work or she would walk. She made her way down the street, the pharmacy wasn't too far away only five or so blocks. When she walked in the shop she found a giant line at the register, they all appeared to have the same problem if not worse. Some parents were holding their children in their laps as they vomited in vomit bags, another man was being dragged out of the shop by security officers. Andy grabbed what she had needed and waited in the line with twelve or so people in front of her, one of the men had passed out in the line and pharmacists helped him to a chair. For a young woman this scenario is quite confronting, she started to freak out if this would happen to her mother. She looked at the time, it was a bit over an hour ago since her mother had called, though she thought of the best scenario where her mum was asleep in bed at home, safe. She looked out of the line to see how many more people were in front of her before losing her patience, "Can I please go next, my mother is sick and I need to get home to her right away." A man looked at her with a look of annoyance, "We all have people at home that are sick, so why don't you wait in line." And she did just that, moving back into the line.

When she had gotten her mother's pain killers she ran back home, running out in front of cars as they beeped their horns and yelled at her. She ran down her street and in her driveway into her house frantically looking for her house keys. "Mum! Mum, are you okay?!" She heard nothing and tried to open the door with her keys finally opening the door. "Mum! Mum, where are you?!" She started running around the house, looking in each room, sliding on the tiles of the floor tears starting to run from her eyes. "Mum! Where are you!?" She yelled frantically finally walking into her parent's bedroom. She looked around and saw the bathroom door open a little and a few stifled cries. "Mum?" She asked quietly walking towards the door, when she opened it she found the bathroom covered in vomit. She gasped when she saw a trail of blood, she followed it with her eyes and saw her mother leaning against the bath tub and wall. "Oh my god! Mum! What's wrong?! Can you hear me?!" She ran up to the body and shook the body. "Mum! Wake up!" She creamed, finding it hard to breathe because of her crying and finding it hard not to gag at the smell of the vomit.

Andy sat there crying for a while, shaking the body every now and then telling her mother to wake up unaware of what was going to happen. "Mum... Please..." When she said that, the corpse started jolting from side to side releasing a choking noise. She got up and pressed herself against a wall waiting for something to happen, she didn't feel safe so ran into her father's closet grabbing a 50cal. shotgun. "Mum, are you okay?" She peered into the bathroom and saw her smash her jaw into the corner of the bath tub while having a fit, blood being drawn and her jaw not looking natural. The corpse looked at Andy and tried to get up failing, it started to crawl towards her. Andy freaked out and ran out of the room closing the bedroom door and stood in the hallway holding the gun crying, she heard growls coming from the bedroom and a few things falling over. It started to bang on the door, each time making Andy jump in fear trying to keep quiet though a bit hard not to breathing loudly.

 

[Sir Monsieur]

The survivor rolled his eyes at the remark “Wise guy”. In all honestly Jekkel was not in the mood for this. How could this girl be so ignorant of the situation at hand. Despite being in danger she still pushed aside room for snarky remarks. Fortunately, it did not take long for the pair to begin their ascent up the dumpster, but this was only the beginning. On closer examination Jekkel realised the dog would likely weigh more than he had originally anticipated. He opened his arms wide in preparation to embrace the pooch. “You promise me you won’t drop her, right?” He gave a long sigh and noded. His patients were ever so waning. He might have promised not to drop the dog but simply saying you won’t do something does not change the laws of physics. If everything thing does go according to plan, he would not have to rival any of newton's laws. The dog was now in his arms. Of course he had some flaws in his calculations and threw him off balance. Chills shot down his spine like waves of the atlantic. He spent a couple of moments teddering on the edge. Surprisingly through all of the peril he remained calm, but then again he always does. Jekkel gently placed the pitbull behind him. Sadly, the zombies have overtaken the ladder. If this woman ever wanted to tell this tale she would have to jump for his hand.

uwupolice

(Hey sorry for the long delay, i am currently in the back of a bus. So my post until Saterday are going to be delyed)

 

[Myxyzptlk]

He had been listening to the J. Dilla instrumental song called Life on loop for a solid 15 minutes. Had Emeka not been so deep in thought about all that's happened he'd have almost not seen the female emerging from a window and down to the fire escape to the apartment over. It was an apartment complex Emeka had considered paying rent for, the quality between the one he stayed at and the other would have been the only thing stopping him from moving in. Not like any of it mattered now.

He observed as the young lady's feet clanged off the fire escape. She'd have cautiously made her way down the fire escape until a point where she had become invisible. Emeka pushed backwards so his legs weren't dangling off the edge of the roof. He'd rise slowly before jogging over to the edge to see where the young lady had gone, by the time he had reached the edge of the building she was in a sprint off into the streets. She'd be the only other living person Emeka had seen all day and she looked as if she was about to get herself killed by running in the open street.

Emeka looked down to see a trio of the horrid creatures. The familiar green tinge was there to assure his worries, he'd figured they'd be the reason the young lady had gone off in a full sprint to god knows where. Emeka looked back, if he was lucky there still wouldn't be any creatures down the fire escape he had ascended from. He looked towards the edge where he left his Tec-9 and his bookbag. He'd run towards it, quickly shoveling the kindle fire into the bookbag and grabbing his Tec-9 with the left hand. He'd zip his bookbag as soon as possible and run to the other side of the building to the fire escape he had ascended from.


He'd jump down onto the fire escape, his feet would clang against the metal as he began running down. Skipping flights of stairs to make his descent towards the bottom a quick one. He'd reach the bottom in a matter of a few minutes before jumping onto the concrete. He'd look out into the open street, it looked relatively clear from his point of view so he began a slow jog. Keeping his body in a crouched stance to lower the amount of sound that would ring from his feet. He'd look both ways before jogging towards the way the young lady had ran off to.

FireMaiden

 

[FireMaiden]

Her escape went better than expected. But now she had to worry about not getting caught. Luckily, there didn't seem to be many zombies around this little area. They mush have wondered off in order to find other fresh meat, and from the screams she heard in the close distance, they had done just that. She winced she she heard a child screaming however, knowing they probably didn't really understand what was going on. They kept begging...oh no...they kept begging their mother to stop. "Poor kid," Máni mutter as she continued on, keeping low next to a parked car. Wait, cars would have stuff in them, which meant she'd have more stuff if she took it. And looking at it now, She pros out weighed the cons. And if she triggered the alarm...she was a fast runner anyway. But, since she's very lucky, the door opened with out making a sound, and she began to rummage trough the entire car. And while she only found some painkillers that were almost gone, it was better than nothing. Looring cars was gonna be helpful in the long run. Máni then had a realization. If she could find a car that was either easy to hotwire, or already had keys in it, getting out of the city would be easy!

Close by snarls quickly drew her attention away from her idea, and back to reality. She quickly scanned the immediate area around her to find two zombies. They were freshly turned as well, their skin pale-ish green rather than the green others had. Never the less, they had discovered her, and were quickly going around to the other side of the car where she was. Taking a deep breath, the woman stood with the lead pipe ready. She didn't, however, expect the third one behind her, so when it grabbed her, Máni had to had to quickly get him off. She kicked at him, which gave her a bit of space to forcefully turn out of it's grasp, and swing. Brain matter and blood sprayed against the car, the body falling to the ground with a thud. Just in time for her to turn to face the other two. They were a little too close for comfort, so she kicked forward, sending the first one stunning back, while the one behind it fell. She swung again, hitting it's neck, but closed the gap as she went in for a stab with her knife. The body crumpled to the ground, landing on the freak behind it. Máni looked over the last one, a twinge of recognition flashed on her face, but she quickly swung down with the pip to end it's existence. It's dented skull and a puddle of brain matter and blood was all that remained. She stood there for a second, catching her breath and silently thanking her dad. Paranoid old coot was right, and after all that survival training, it's nice to know she may stand a chance.

Máni decided she better get going, more were definitely gonna come, and she's made a bit to much noise. Wiping the blood on her weapon off on the clothes of a dead freak, she jogged off into the direction she come from because it had worked so far as her guide, and she could see a lot like that. It's only then she noticed she was being followed. How long had he been trailing her? Well, it didn't really matter, he was another survivor, so whether this would end badly or not, She decided to wave him over. Myxyzptlk

 

[Myxyzptlk]

He'd have walked through the barren New York streets for a while now. Nothing had given any sign as to where the lady went off, no footprints to look for, a trail of any kind, nothing. Emeka was growing anxious as he felt exposed on the city streets. Surely, she must have escaped into a building to set up camp elsewhere and he would be as good as dead if he didn't follow suit. None of the buildings would seem to provide any immediate shelter, along that any protection whatsoever. An Adidas outlet and a nearby clothing store he was familiar with.

He'd move on inside the Adidas outlet first. He felt wrong in looting the Adidas merchandise off the shelves but there was no one there to stop him from doing so, no way anyone cared about missing merchandise at this point. Emeka did receive some instant gratification after swiping an Adidas bucket hat that would have otherwise been overpriced. He'd stuff the bucket hat on his head somewhere inside his bookbag before equipping the one he discovered.

Emeka also decided it'd be good to see a new change in clothes, he'd replace his track jacket and graphic designer shirt with a nirvana logo out for an sports tee and a white adidas hoodie. He'd replace the raggedy jeans with a white pair of sweatpants before shoveling the old stuff into the bookbag. Emeka would sling his bookbag over his shoulder before picking up his Tec-9 and heading out of the Adidas outlet and towards the other clothing store.

Emeka had crossed halfway across the street before hearing groans of the same like to the creature he had encountered back at the apartment complex's elevator room. Emeka darted off into it's general direction. He could hear the sound of a steel pipe cracking against a creature's bones. He'd turn the corner of the intersection to see a four door car that had been broken into, the passenger and driver's door was open and two of the creatures had been on the floor on top of each other. He'd stare at the young lady he thought he had lost and they locked eyes.

The awkward silence seemed to have been broken when she motioned for Emeka to come her way. Emeka's lack of social skills made him want to turn around and leave but he had no interest of remaining alone in a New York City populated by infected beings. He had no other choice but to cautiously approach. He gripped loosely at the Tec-9 in his hand as he made his way towards the young woman, he'd stop at the car and crouch down. Trying to hide as much of himself as he could from any infected beings. He calmly whispered to her "You shouldn't be out in the open..." all the while his eyes darted his surroundings.

FireMaiden

 

[FireMaiden]

He was nervous, good. That meant he was cautious, which meant that he probably wasn't going to kill her. Good, nice first impression.. "Oh, I know," She answered, a heavy Icelandic accent making her English sound a little crude. "There's not many freaks in this area though, these three are the only ones I've seen recently," She then explained. "I'm glad to see another living person, I'm Máni," She said, now ducking down, whispering a little softer than she previously had been. "So, mind if I tag along with you? I think we would each gave a better chance at surviving together." Myxyzptlk (Short, but I'm busy rn)

 

[Catharsis]

A Rather Unfortunate Change in Plans

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Jane gripped the edge of her bathroom counter, vomiting profusely, covering herself in the stench of last night's dinner. (Except, it didn't stink nearly this bad going down, but that was aside the point.) The fact was that Jane's anxiety had finally turned into actual physical pain, rather than just a terrifying mind state. Jane imagined anyone else with her diagnosis in this situation was probably doing the same. (Unless they were already dead.) When it finally seemed like her body was done, she sprawled out on the cold tile bathroom floor, staring up at the light that hadn't had any actual light since even before the virus breakout, therefore stumbling around in the dark bathroom wasn't anything new to Jane, a young woman still paying off college debts, living with her head just above the water most days. Still, life had been okay. Now it was very much not okay.

When the news of the virus spread, no one was quite sure to believe it or not. After all, their entire lives they'd been watching things like "The Walking Dead" or "I Am Legend". The truth was it was bound to happen. It turns out it doesn't take much more than one virus going unnoticed for a large portion of time. No symptoms, no doctor visit right? It was bred into them all by splitting cells, and small bursts of the virus in the air kept it spreading person to person. By the time it developed symptoms, or that people noticed the symptoms, the world as everyone knew it was gone. Any dreams of the future had seemingly been wiped away. All Jane could possibly do was live in the present, and the present was nothing more than a day to day survival challenge of playing it smart.

Skye popped her head in through the cracked bathroom door, pushing it open as she began to sniff around the bathroom, searching both eagerly and curiously for wherever the smell was coming from. Jane reached out towards the puppy and stroked her gently. It seemed like Skye was the only thing Jane had right now to smile about. That's why she was taking her to New York. Before the phone lines had been cut, Jane had one last conversation with her mother. Jane's mother had gotten word from one of the cooks at her work that they were setting up shelters in New York, and had decided to gather up each of Jane's sisters and the rest of the family. As advised by her mother, Jane, along with Skye, would be leaving this afternoon to meet up with her family right outside of New York. All Jane had to worry about was putting her stuff in the car.

That was enough thought to raise Jane off the bathroom floor. All of her and Skye's things were already packed and ready to go. With that, Jane scooped up Skye and did one final round to make sure she had packed everything she would need for the long drive ahead of her, long with emergency supplies. She unlocked her car and placed Skye in the passenger seat, attaching her to a seat-belt via her car harness. Next, she went inside and grabbed her hiking back-back. (it only weighs 1,000 pounds! I swear!)
Once the trunk was shut and the front door was locked, Jane was gone.

 

[uwupolice]

( it's a-okay dear ^^ I understand c:

name: aala johnson
outfit: click
companion: aspen
location: Morgue
equipment: 9mm pistol, brass knuckles, combat knife, dog treats + food, flaming hot cheetos, animal crackers and a banana, first aid kit, charger, phone, earbuds
tags: Sir Monsieur

coded by: lorde

She noted his rather exaggerated sigh and nod, arching an eyebrow. She decided not to point it out. First of all, he was helping her and most importantly her dog. Second of all, her social skills were lacking a bit. Ever since she pursued the career as a doctor, she became deadly dedicated and hasn't spoken to anyone from highschool or hung out. She mainly spoke to her co-workers, Aspen, and her parents. It was quite the drastic change. Aala was considered quite popular in school, hard but charismatic when need-be.

Easing up, her fur baby was now safe on the roof, sniffing at the other survivors legs and wagging her tail.
Aala couldn't smile yet though. Zombies began to swarm the ladder, groaning and sort of hissing, an awful sound of smooshing flesh.

She furrowed her eyebrows and licked her lips, looking up to the mans extended hand. She had to do it. Do it or die. Aala sure as hell was determined to survive, needing to get to her place and check on her ma and pa.

First, she threw her duffel bag over, and then she took a deep breath. "Here we go-"

Aala launched herself over, heart beating rapidly as her fingers grazed his hand.

And then, contact. Her left hand grabbed onto his, pulling herself up to place her other hand on the roof. Though it was rather tiring and excruciating to her core, she didn't want him to pull all her weight.

 

[Sir Monsieur]

Jekkel's hands locked with Aala's. She was not a moment to soon, If she was to wait a second longer she would surely be in a world of pain. The survivor watched as the beasts desperitly clawed at the young girl's feet. The zombies growled, gnashing their teeth like animals. He gazed into their souless eyes only to find an eternal hunger that no amount of flesh could appease but at the same time he saw emptyness. It was as if the poor bastards were searching for something (That wasn't flesh). An empty shell of their former selves looking for what they were rather than what they are. Perhaps zombies are incapable of feeling pain or happiness, but surely they felt something? This question will likely go unanswered for the rest of his day's but one can't help but to imagine. The survivor quickly pulled his gaze back to Aala. It wasn't long until everyone was safe and sound on the roof. Of course Jekkel was quickly found in his original spot, smoking and drinking booze. He took an extra smoke out of the box and held in infront of the young women.

uwupolice

 

[uwupolice]

name: aala johnson
outfit: click
companion: aspen
location: Morgue
equipment: 9mm pistol, brass knuckles, combat knife, dog treats + food, flaming hot cheetos, animal crackers and a banana, first aid kit, charger, phone, earbuds
tags: Sir Monsieur

coded by: lorde

Aala panted, feeling as if her heart were trying to leap from her chest. Now she bent down, hands resting on her knees as she caught up on her breath and the fact that she was a hair too close to death.

Licking her lips, she straightened up, bending down next to her bag. Aspen walked over of course, covering her face in wet kisses. She giggled softly and hugged the pups head. "You were such a good girl." Aala smiled, letting her go as she reached down for a dog treat and a banana for the man who helped her. Tossing the treat to Aspen, she hopped up and caught it, demolishing it within seconds.

Turning, she faced the other survivor, cigarette held out to her as she held out a banana to him. Well, this was weird. "Ur. Thanks..I uh, have some snacks and thought you more than deserve them." She explained, taking the cig and placing it between her lips. "I have others if you're not interested in a banana though." Aala laughed.

 

[Myxyzptlk]

He was nervous, good. That meant he was cautious, which meant that he probably wasn't going to kill her. Good, nice first impression.. "Oh, I know," She answered, a heavy Icelandic accent making her English sound a little crude. "There's not many freaks in this area though, these three are the only ones I've seen recently," She then explained. "I'm glad to see another living person, I'm Máni," She said, now ducking down, whispering a little softer than she previously had been. "So, mind if I tag along with you? I think we would each gave a better chance at surviving together." Myxyzptlk (Short, but I'm busy rn)

His eyes had returned to the young female. She was right about the seemingly low populous of creatures in the streets but it was still New York and the infected population was there for sure. "The only reason they're not out here is because they've not ran out of food indoors yet. They'll probably flock to here when they're out." Emeka didn't want to speak absolutely necessary. He didn't know how much sound it'd take to attract one of the creatures and with that knowledge he stood upright.

Emeka looked downwards to Mani, that was what she had claimed her name to be. He had craned his head a little to the left two times to signify that he was going to move. He had no actual general direction but he knew the first step in leaving New York would be to cross the Brooklyn Bridge. A solid look around and Emeka knew he was somewhere near Pacific Street. The Barclays center was south if they headed there. The Brooklyn Bridge would be somewhat Northward from where they were standing.

Emeka started moving forward down the street. The bridge wouldn't be hard to miss when they did get to it. He turned around towards the Icelandic woman, "We're going if you want to get out of New York..." he spoke quietly. His eyes had became drowsy from the long day but he had no intention of catching rest in any of the apartments seeing as they were probably all infected from top to bottom. It didn't matter to him now, his goal was set, he just had to meet it.

FireMaiden Sir Monsieur uwupolice Catharsis T That_Irish_Person The_Omega_Effect

 

[FireMaiden]

He didn't answer her question, but that was fine...i guess. She'd just have to give him a nickname or something. He did something weird with his neck, but when he started moving it made more sense, so she followed. He then mentioned leaving New York, which she highly agreed with. Big cities like this would never be a good place to be during zombie armageddon. "Do think the virus has spread anywhere else?" She asked quietly. It was a worrying thought, but things like this would never be contained to just one city, but it was a hopeful long shot. Myxyzptlk

 

[Sir Monsieur]

The survivor glanced at the bannana with famished eye's. On account of the apocalypse, this went completely unnoticed. He quickly snatched the bannana from the women's grasp. Despite the horrid shade of yellow, he found bannanas rather delightful. In exchange for the hideous fruit Jekkel bestowed a silver lighter from his pocket. He swiftly lit his own before his companion's. He took a long puff from his smoke only to wash it down with a sip of booze. His spine tingled as he did so. "So, got a name?" His words were almost outlined within the smoke.

uwupolice

(Agian sorry for the dely I have been really busy.)