BloodWolfRising
Dame of the Moon's Darkness
Our beautiful world now lay in ruin, the once normal sounds of bustling life vanishing without a trace. Now, there were eerie haunting sounds that stretched across the world, not the normal sounds of cars, trains, ships, or planes. There wasn't the all-familiar humming noise of electricity running to large establishments. No sound of the once busy work crews fixing roads or building new places. Nothing of the kind. Most of us still alive tried to block out the sounds that came from the broken-down streets and crumbling buildings. The sounds of broken, off-pitched roars from the already overgrowing forests, seeming to spread with each passing week. The strange sounds of screaming, groaning, growling, they were the haunting noises of the world we now survived in. The sounds of the zombies that roamed the streets, the creatures that had brought about the end of the world and took away friends and loved ones. By now most of us were more accustomed to the destruction around us, some could say we were reverting back to cavemen-like mannerisms. However, those who were smart were simply doing and using everything within their grasp to keep alive. There was no point in trying to act like there was some sort of high society life left, those people who had refused to live their lives like nothing had changed were most likely all dead by now anyway. After all, only those with the true will to change are able to survive in a world that is forever changing with each and every day.
The sound of rainfall greeted Angelica as she woke from her sleep, rain meant good cover from animal zombies and human zombies alike. The only ones they would need to truly worry about were the Shaders and they would only be a problem if the sun was fully hidden. Getting up she stretched out her muscles, they were a tad sore and she was fairly sure she might have pulled a few muscles in her right shoulder. Frowning she twisted her arm a bit before rolling her shoulder and flinching. "Great..." She muttered before walking over to her bag to see if they had any pills left for muscle relief. Much to her misfortune they didn't, "And we had been doing so good at not getting hurt at all." She groaned before switching to a side pocket that had some herbal oils. She found the vial that reads Chamomile, "This will help a little." She pulled her right arm out of her t-shirt sitting there with her shirt halfway off. She wasn't bothered by the fact that Cain was only a few feet away, he was probably still sleeping. It was still pretty early in the morning, the sun hadn't even begun to try and rise yet.
She pulled the cork cap out with her teeth before pouring a small amount on her shoulder and then rubbing it into her skin. It was a tad difficult to do, but she could certainly do it on her own, she was thankful it wasn't a muscle in her back. Then she would have had to ask Cain for help, and well that was a bit embarrassing. The cool chamomile oil, warmed slightly as she rubbed it in and slowly began to work on relaxing the muscles in her shoulder. It wouldn't heal it fully or worked completely from just one round, but it was a start. She sighed slightly before rolling her shoulders again, the pain was there, but she could work through it. She would have to either way, so there wasn't much point in fully worrying about it or making Cain worry that she might slow them down.
She slid her arm back through the sleeve and stood, they would need to go for a supply run today. Not only that but there was something else bothering her, the number of zombies that they had seen the last few days. It had seemed to increase by three times the original amount when they had first arrived at this run-down apartment complex. As much as she had tried to get down the behavior differences of the zombie types they were crazed creatures. Placing certain types of behaviors with them was doable, but getting their full movements down was impossible for her. There was no pattern, nothing that could give her a way to figure out when swarms would move in before you could hear them. Only the sound level of them moving in was their giveaway right now. And sometimes going off that sound alone left no time to get away as she was sure many people had found out. She sighed once again, sure she had wanted adventure, but it would be nice to you know relax here and there.
Magnar
The sound of rainfall greeted Angelica as she woke from her sleep, rain meant good cover from animal zombies and human zombies alike. The only ones they would need to truly worry about were the Shaders and they would only be a problem if the sun was fully hidden. Getting up she stretched out her muscles, they were a tad sore and she was fairly sure she might have pulled a few muscles in her right shoulder. Frowning she twisted her arm a bit before rolling her shoulder and flinching. "Great..." She muttered before walking over to her bag to see if they had any pills left for muscle relief. Much to her misfortune they didn't, "And we had been doing so good at not getting hurt at all." She groaned before switching to a side pocket that had some herbal oils. She found the vial that reads Chamomile, "This will help a little." She pulled her right arm out of her t-shirt sitting there with her shirt halfway off. She wasn't bothered by the fact that Cain was only a few feet away, he was probably still sleeping. It was still pretty early in the morning, the sun hadn't even begun to try and rise yet.
She pulled the cork cap out with her teeth before pouring a small amount on her shoulder and then rubbing it into her skin. It was a tad difficult to do, but she could certainly do it on her own, she was thankful it wasn't a muscle in her back. Then she would have had to ask Cain for help, and well that was a bit embarrassing. The cool chamomile oil, warmed slightly as she rubbed it in and slowly began to work on relaxing the muscles in her shoulder. It wouldn't heal it fully or worked completely from just one round, but it was a start. She sighed slightly before rolling her shoulders again, the pain was there, but she could work through it. She would have to either way, so there wasn't much point in fully worrying about it or making Cain worry that she might slow them down.
She slid her arm back through the sleeve and stood, they would need to go for a supply run today. Not only that but there was something else bothering her, the number of zombies that they had seen the last few days. It had seemed to increase by three times the original amount when they had first arrived at this run-down apartment complex. As much as she had tried to get down the behavior differences of the zombie types they were crazed creatures. Placing certain types of behaviors with them was doable, but getting their full movements down was impossible for her. There was no pattern, nothing that could give her a way to figure out when swarms would move in before you could hear them. Only the sound level of them moving in was their giveaway right now. And sometimes going off that sound alone left no time to get away as she was sure many people had found out. She sighed once again, sure she had wanted adventure, but it would be nice to you know relax here and there.
Magnar