Realistic or Modern Fresh Meat

[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

She chuckled softly when she noticed the hunger in his eyes, even feeling sorry for the poor guy. She said a small thanks before she took a puff from the cancer stick, going over to her bag. "My names Aala. Yours?" She replied, fishing out some animal crackers, hot cheetos and a bottle of water for her 'hero'. "Oh, and I have some more food and water if you'd like." Aala added, plopping down with a handful of the red cheetos and a water for herself.

Munching down on a few, she downed it with water before looking him over. He's quite a handsome fellow, although she was slightly worried at the alcohol intake. She didn't want to end up dragging his drunk body off the roof and away from the zombies. Aala didn't comment on it though, kissing Aspen on the forehead. "Thank you for helping us by the way. I honestly am grateful." She shot him a genuine smile, hugging her pit.

(It's ok dear. I undestand c:

 

[Sir Monsieur]

Jekkel eagerly pealed the bannana. Unfortunately, he squashed the top of his bannana doing so. This did not really aggravate him, foods still food. After a moments notice the bannana met it's fate in the bottom of his stomach. The coat of the yellow monstrosity was then carelessly tossed to the side. The women was named Aala, of course the question quickly returned to sender. "Jekkel" He murrmured. The survivor was not going to explain why his name is Jekkel. His ears perked at the mention of food. He was quite interested in quenching the snarling dog within him. Jekkel swifly scooted closer to Aala for food. She did seem rather thankful for the act of kindness. "It's nothing really" What else was he suppose to do watch them die? He held out his hand's in front of her as if he was a begger.

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[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

"Hm. Jekkel." She merely said it to try it out, strange on her tongue. It sort of reminded her of a jackal. "Interesting name." Aala smiled, her's not too common either.

Petting and babying Aspen, she paused to see Jekkel scoot closer, chuckling softly in response. She merely plopped the whole bag of animal crackers in his hand and slid the bag of Flaming Hot Cheetos to him. "Just try not to inhale it all. I'm unsure when we'll get our next meal." Aala added, taking a gulp of water.
"And I don't think its nothing. Not many people would save my dog. In this situation and normal." She responded fondly, though with a hint of bitterness. The bitterness was from reflecting on the hate her sweet Aspen and many other Pits had received.

 

[Myxyzptlk]

They were making their departure now towards the Brooklyn Bridge. The empty streets were giving off the normal vibe the two survivors had familiarized themselves with. It's cold and ominous demeanor gave off the constant sign of caution for the two. Emeka kept the Tec-9 clutched in his dominant hand ever since the encounter with the survivor.

Emeka was not sure of the subtlety of his new companion. The streets were very quiet save the occasional burning of something, If something were to happen that would cause a disturbance then they'd be the loudest beings in the cities by far. Emeka did not want to attract any more creatures then he already had, despite the very low number that he actually came across. The very soft pitter patter of Emeka and Mani's feet came to a halt as their destination had become visible. The Brooklyn Bridge stood looming in the distance.

Mani's voice would take Emeka's eyes off the bridge, "Think the virus has spread anywhere else?". Obviously, it had, there was no rescue teams in the sky. If the virus had not reached the rest of the nation the CDC would still be at work within the Cordon. Emeka knew he couldn't despair about the situation but he couldn't leave hope in the emptiness of his old apartment, perhaps there was an island distant from the infection. Emeka returned his gaze to Mani before turning back towards the bridge and heading towards it. He'd leave her question unanswered, it wasn't something he wished to think about. And plus, they had an immediate concern on what would await at the bridge.

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[Sir Monsieur]

As Aala spoke, Jekkel’s gaze was set upon the food. The food gradually prevailed closer and closer. His stomach barked as it felt like an eternity for the pile of carbs to approach his hand. Finally, the reinforcements have arrived. The bag was dumped in front of his person. He quickly tore open the seal of the silver aluminum seal. The ferocious beasts were poured into his hands. They quickly prepared for battle before entering his body. Their mission was to put down the starving animal within. The fight was long and gruesome. Despite all the soldiers that so willingly gave their lives for this worthy cause, it was not enough. Jekkel thought with narrow eyes. Perhaps he could draw some troops from the neighboring nation. The survivor swiftly breached his hand into the cheeto bag and gathered a handful of advocates. The loose cannons were tossed into his mouth. They had a powerful kick to them. His mouth began to salavate and eye’s began to water. The delightful spices fondled his taste buds. At that, the beast had been vanquished. After half a bag of cheetos and crackers, they won! Jekkel sat back with a full stomach, he realised a long belch. He rewarded the efforts with a long sip of scotch. Perhaps he should start reserving his liquor. Intoxication and the apocalypse are two key ingredients for death. With a sorrow heart he slowly placed the bottle on the roof and laid somberly with the bottle.

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