Fantasy The End of Us || RP

[Tasteless]

Welcome, To the End of Us

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A dangerous pathogen known as Vrykolas-Romero Virus, surfaced and began infecting humans through out Eastern Washington approximately 7 weeks prior to me writing this note... I hope someone finds it useful... The VRV is unlike any virus humankind has ever seen before... It will kill it's host quickly and within moments reanimates the corpse as a Walking Dead creature that is compelled to feast upon human flesh. These abominations are known as 'zombies'. Since appearance of the VRV worldwide chaos has ensued. The power grid is down, supplies are finite and zombies are roaming the landscape. Government experts are determined to find a cure for the VRV, yet until they do, you must try tosurvive on your own under desperatecircumstances.
I'll tell you a few things I know;

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At this point it has been approximately 47 days since VRV was first discovered. At this point, VRV is known to have spread throughout the world. the "carrier nature" is responsible for dramatically increasing the spread of the VRV. Carriers are people have been infected with a VRV but have not developed the zombie traits. carriers can spread VRV throughout the transfer of bodily fluids, yet to make matters worse, carriers are often unaware of their condition. This resulted in carriers unwittingly spreading VRV.
VRV is transmitted by infected blood and any other bodily fluid. Most frequently through bites of a zombie - If a zombie bites you and breaks the skin you have approximately 90 seconds to diagnose yourself. If you begin to sweat profusely, feel nauseous, and shake uncontrollably, you have been infected and will soon become one of The Walking Dead. If you are bitten and do not go through these stages are most likely a carrier of the disease.
Victims of the VRV will remain deceased for a brief time before reanimating as a zombie. The more body mass the longer it will take, but a good general rule of thumb is one minute. If it takes longer consider that bonus time.

Infection Times

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Infant- 45 seconds

Child- 1 minute


adolescents/teen- 1 minute


adult(thin)- 1 minute


adult(average)- 90 seconds


Adult(overweight)- 2+ minutes


If the remaining survivors have the proper tools or weapons, adequate time, and enough will, they should immediately sever the corpses head or completely destroy its brain to prevent the corpse from reanimating into a zombie. Children and sensitive survivors should not be allowed to witness this difficult (and often gruesome) act. This is the reality you live in; do your best to accept it.


If the corpses head is not severed, or the brain is not destroyed, the virus will take control of the body and reanimated it. the eyes of the host will open and the bodywill 'jump to life'. At this stage the host is considered to be a zombie and is highlydangerous. zombies are not human beings and should not be treated as such.


The act of suicide in response to beingbitten is a viable, and Noble option. This reduces the number of zombies andeliminates the psychological trauma of having your loved one, or friend andencounter you as a lethal threat. If you are incapable of taking your own life, adesignated team member can perform thisservice for you and for society.


• Live with an eye toward this possible outcome, leaving nothing unsaid. Do not wait until you are faced with suicide to tell loved ones how you feel about them. You might not have time to tell them later.

• Suicide and consensual re-killings are best performed with a firearm. Most other methods are either not effective or take to long.

• If an impact, or bladed weapon must be used, wait until the victim has died before destroying the brain or severing the spine.
• Whenever possible the act of suicide should be conducted away from children and loved ones.
• When suicide or consensual re-killing is not possible the person who has been bitten, should run as far away from the group as possible before dying and reanimating.
Times are different now.. trust no one..

- Sincerely,
A thoughtful stranger.


Rules

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• This is a detailed role-play, I expect at least one paragraph (7 full sentences) or more per-post. If you have limited time or writers block, please contact the GM ( Tasteless )
• There will be absolutely no OP characters. All characters will have weaknesses and strengths, no character will be perfect. If you are caught power playing you will receive a warning immediately.
• If you want to harm or kill another users character, you must contact the user for permission.
• If you have an idea to add into the plot, ask the GM, the GM will say yes or no. If you do not ask, the GM has authority to deal with you as they please.
• This is hyper-realistic. Meaning if your character is shot, bit, scratched, or injured they must feel the pain. If your character is shot in a vital area, they must react as anyone else would. Do not have characters that get shot seven times and still run around.
• Create drama. Have love triangles, he'll have love octagons. I don't care. The more drama, the more interesting the role play becomes.
• Create whacky characters. When all characters are the same the role play is rather boring. Be creative and have fun!
Character Sheet:: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-end-of-us-cs.319794/

 

[Tasteless]

Skylar Lee Marble

Everything was a blur. Icy wind stung her flushed cheeks as she sprinted, the sound of shouting and gunshots piercing the evening air. She had planned on killing them, she had planned to kill every one of them for murdering her brother. Yet when she stood behind one of them with the pistol pointed to his skull, she couldn't pull the trigger. It wasn't until he turned around, did he raise the alarm.
She ran as fast as she could, trees whipping her out stretched hands, her breath coming out in the form of steam.
Suddenly a sharp pain seared through her thigh, causing her to cry out loudly. Looking down, shs could see blood pouring from the bullet wound. She could hear the heavy footsteps of someone getting closer, she had no time to wallow in her agony or fear.
She limped as quickly as possibly, her jeans sticking to her thigh with blood. It wasn't until she came to the cliff, was she forced to stop. She peered over the edge, a rapid moving river was below, crashing into rocks with thunderous power. "Skylar." Came the familiar voice, she whips her head around, her piercing blue eyes stuck on the man she once knew. The man who had betrayed her and gotten her brother killed, the man she wanted dead.
He approached her quickly, causing her to back up closer to the edge. "Skylar, stop!" He barks, lunging to grab her. Yet it was too late, the soft earth on the edge of the cliff gave way, crumbling beneath her weight. She clawed at the edge as she fell, desperate to stop herself. She clung to the edge, desperatly pulling herself upwards, her feet kicking and scraping the cliff edge. The man reached for her, yet stopped when he heard the shouting of others growing louder. "I'm sorry." Was all he could muster, before kicking her harshly in the chest.
Her hands gave way off of the edge, and she heard the wind whistle as she plummeted toward the river below. It took a moment, yet she realized the sound in her ears was he screaming. Her eyes were trained on the man at the edge, before the dark, icy water engulfed her.
She wanted to fight the strong current, yet her body screamed in protest as the cold water began to stiffen her muscles. She surfaces for a moment, long enough to let out a shriek of fear and shock, before she is pulled into then depths again. Water flooded her mouth and lungs before she suddenly couldn't hear her desperate thrashing anymore. Her vision grew dark and cold, and she felt as peace for once in a long time. Her body grew warmer, a feeling of light flooding her body before her vision turns to nothing but dark tranquility.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

</Alexander Moore/>​

It was very early spring by now, and the weather was just as fickle to boot. The previous days snowstorm had kept Alex locked in the cabin he'd taken over, but today the sky was cloudless. The sunlight that shone down nurtured the few blossoming plants that defiantly pushed through the snow in places near trees or rocks. Alexander was headed upstream in an effort to reach a small town, maybe scavenge some good supplies if he was lucky.

He wore a long fashionable military-looking coat, with it's big furry hood pulled up to protect him from the occasionally harsh wind. It was open, and a protective ski vest poked out. The coat also buckled out around his elbows and knees, betraying the makeshift protection he had underneath. Padded woodworking gloves, elbow- and kneepads, thick boots... Even disregarding the hunting rifle on his back, the two compact berettas holstered on his chest and the large revolver strapped to his thigh, Alex still looked weaponized.

Perhaps the most iconic piece on him was the stylized gasmask that hung 'round his neck. He didn't have it for his own protection, no, but rather that of others he may come across.

There was a river splitting the forest in two, and Alex walked along its bank to stay on track. He was coming up on a particularly low and sandy area where things always tended to wash up. Usually just garbage and dead zombies, but the time he'd spent in these parts were dull and repeditive so he honestly looked forward to it each day.

Immediately as he passed over the hill where he could spot it, he fell down to one knee and instinctually reached for his rifle, then calmed down and took a new breath. Several dead bodies littered the bank, and a group of hungry zombies had started feasting on the corpses of their fallen kin. Alex crept closer to see if there was anything he'd missed, but besides the gut-wrenching chewing of the dead, he couldn't say.

That is, until his eyes got caught on a girl. Immediately he wanted to say it was because she was beautiful, but pretty soon he realized there was more to it than that. She laid face up in the snow, but she didn't have that porcelain dead look that zombies had. Perhaps she wandered into the river in the snowstorm last night, and died from the cold. It was unfortunate, and Alexander was just about to move on when he for a split-second thought he caught her chest rising.

He looked to her doubtfully. There was hardly a chance she could've survived the night in this temperature, especially chilled from the river. No way, he was leavi-... but what if she WAS alive? His sense of curiousity had already awakened, he couldn't turn away now. No, he crept to the edge of the forest closest to her and nervously pulled his gas mask up. Then, crouched, he rushed forward.

His hood feel back in the short sprint and revealed his jet-black hair, which came crashing over his mask and half-obscuring his vision when he came to stop on a knee next to the unknown woman. Quickly ripping a glove off he pressed it against her throat and felt a weak, weak pulse. She was alive but barely, and so, so unnaturally cold. He had to do something, and CPR was out of the question, or she'd be dead before the zombies get to her.

Speaking of zombies, one or two of them seemed to have noticed him, and as he slowly hoisted the woman over his shoulder they started limping over. Alex felt panic impending as he tried to get the hair out his field of view. He didn't fear them, they'd lost their effect on him a while ago, but now he feared for the life of this total stranger and he couldn't help it.

Maybe the panic was just what he needed though, because the following adrenaline might've been what allowed him to outrun the group of undead with the weigh of his equipment and another person combined on him. And they weren't slow, either. As he jumped out of the sandbank he could practically feel them snapping at his ankles, and it took a while before the sounds of them disappeared in the trees behind him.

He'd been about 20 minutes out from his cabin, but he felt like he made it back in no time at all. The thick door was his last obstacle before he dropped the woman into the furs and blankets he'd made into a bed on top of some pallets. Catching his breath he collapsed on the floor and heaved heavily, until he realized he desperately needed the heating turned on.

For comfortability he left his guns and heavy protection on a workbench in the hut, then walked outside where he'd put a small diesel generator. It gave off a quiet low-pitched muttering once it started, but nothing that drew too much attention. It had been here before he came along, and it was the luckiest find he'd made yet. It didn't even give off any smoke.

That, and it powered an electrical radiator that Alex had scavenged a few days prior. He returned inside, and only when he pushed the radiator closer to her side did he catch the smell. Blood. Her pants were ripped at the thigh, and blood caked over it. Since she wasn't currently trying to his brains, that eliminated the chance of a zombie bite after all this time, so it must've been something else. Probably rocks in the stream or something.

He blushed like a child undearneath his mask when he cut her jeans open and pulled them down to treat the wound. Very careful not to get close to the wound with his own skin, he poured saline into the cut to clean it out, then... he stopped. Blood was pouring from beneath her leg, as well.

He was NOT qualified to treat a bullet wound, regardless of how many medical courses he'd sat through to treat his grandmother.

But there was nothing else to do but try. The bleeding wasn't terrible, and thankfully it seemed the bullet had passed right through. Low calibur as well, and it hadn't hit anything terribly important like a major blood vessel either. Whoever this girl was, she had been the luckiest of the lucky. Or well, I mean, for being SHOT.

Once her leg was properly wrapped with pledget and lots of gauze, he removed her still-damp jacket, but didn't have the guts to undress her further. This was all he could do, he thought, and wrapped her in blankets he'd kept over the radiator. He sighed, then sat down at the workbench. He was kind of freaking out, sure, but it wasn't as if he should waste his time just staring at her and waiting for her to wake up. They would run out of diesel for the generator soon, though. Maybe he should light a fire? Yeah, why not. Anything to pass the time.

 

[Olivier]

Kaiden Finch​

Kaiden had found the cabin not one hour ago. He'd been wandering alone in the woods for days, cold and hungry and probably getting sick, when he'd come across this beautiful little structure. It was a bit of a miracle that he'd found it when he did. A few more days out in this weather and he would have died of exposure for sure.

He'd sneaked in through the window, relieved to find the cabin vacant of all occupants. Clearly there had been someone there recently though, as everything looked well tended to. He knew it was risky to be in here, but he desperately needed to be out of the cold for a while. Besides, whoever lived here probably wouldn't mind if a few things went missing... just enough to keep a kid alive for the week. Kaiden had just started filching bits of food and other small items when he heard footsteps approach the cabin. Much too direct and purposeful to be a zombie; it must be human. Arguably, that was worse.

"Shit!" Gasped the 12 year old, feeling a surge of panic hit him. Thinking fast, he quickly scrambled up into the ceiling rafters to avoid getting caught. He had no weapons or anything, so he was stuck up there until whoever was coming left again.

He watched as a tall young man entered with an unconscious woman, who Kaiden immediately assumed was dead. However, this was seemingly proved wrong as the male began bandaging her leg. Weird, he thought, trying to stay quiet even though the guy was clearly distracted. Kaiden barely allowed himself to breathe, frozen in place as he watched the man finish up bandaging the woman, wrapping her up in blankets before sitting down on a bench.

Kaiden continued to watch silently from his hiding place, even though staying still was growing increasingly uncomfortable. He couldn't stay quiet forever, and if he so much as sneezed, he would probably get killed. All he could do was stay still and hope for the best.
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Tasteless Prizzy Kriyze

 

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《《Jace》》​

☆☆☆☆☆Jace froze in the shadows, listening closely to the shuffling and groaning around him. Peeping over the truck he was hiding behind, he noticed the dead near the small gas station he had planned on getting to. Swearing quietly under his breath, he tightened the strap to his duffel bag. 'Why did they have to block me today? I could have really used some flashlights or batteries but noo the world doesn't want to be on my side today. ' He thought in annoyance.

Ever since he ditched his motorcycle, he became more and more easily annoyed by small things lately. Jace brushed it off as a mood swings. His usual happy and content nature was thinking out with the lack of human interaction.

His head turned to another direction, the path that was shadowed and provideduty more cover than the open road. Slowing his breathing, he relax himself. However the adrenaline of being so close to those things made it hard to stay completely relaxed. He felt a light pain in his hands and realized he had been clutching his knife to tightly for the past ten or so minutes and his hand was turning white from the pressure. 'Alright. Let's get this over with...' He thought, rocking on his heels before sprinting.

He reached his target house. A small home with a fenced in yard and closed in porch. He lifted the knife as he reached the door, inserting it in the crack between the door and the casing around. Pushing the lock piece in, he opened the door quietly, shutting it behind him. He decided to leave it unlocked, since he wanted to hurry and get out of the deads eye sight.

Walking inside the main door, he checked his surroundings, knife poised in front of him. Confirming it was clear, he walked into the kitchen, seeing a photo of a family, reminding him of his sister. 'I hope she is safe. ' He thought. Placing his duffel on the counter, he sat to think. Deciding he might stay for the night. He knew he should be looking for supplies, but he had hiked far from his last location, and he wanted rest for once.

Opening his duffel, he pulled out one of his water bottles and took a small few sips, putting it back in the bag when he was done. He got up and grabbed his knife, leaning against the counter planning his next course of action.

 

[Black Jade]

Damien R. WeiseA Lost Soul

"Do the undead go to Hell or Heaven?"

Damien wasn't exactly sure when it had happened, when he'd gotten so cold hearted. Was it when he was born? That one time in first grade when he be-headed that frog? When he killed his 4th grade home-room classes pet hamster? Or was it the fateful day when he was forced to kill his entire family?

No, it was definitely the latter, the very last one. He had always been cold, honest, that was just him. But he still cared, he cared for those he didn't know, he cared for animals, random things, people on the street. He cared about making a life or death decision between two people, he was the kind who would, when asked "If you could save 100 people, but 8 would have to die, would you?" he would answer, "I'd save everyone!"

But it no longer was like that. He was stuck in this god-forsaken world, by himself, his entire family dead, by his hands. His hands, of which were now being washed in a river, as they were soaked in blood. Why? Because he had just killed a random person. He didn't know them, but they were definitely alive. They attacked him with a knife, and what did he do?

He shot them. Straight through the stomach. But he didn't stop there. He had to make sure, so he walked over to their begging body, and shot them in the head. But, sadly, that had wasted his last remaining bullet. He was now left defenseless, and quite frankly? He was lost.

Damien stood up, cracking his neck and sighing, looking up at the sky as he began to ponder his past. His life, what he used to consider, "Normal". There was no normal, no calmness, thanks to the disease, or whatever the fuck happened to humanity . . . There was only one thing left to rein.

Chaos.

Damien stretched, grabbing his bag full of supplies, which by now seemed to be almost empty, and slugging it over his shoulder. He cracked his knuckles, making his way to a house he'd seen a few days prior. He had not been inside, no, but he had wondered what was inside. It seemed rather untouched by the forces of nature, and man, and devoid of life. Or otherwise, dead-life.

He made his way soon enough, entering the house through the back door as he made no sound whatsoever, his breath was barely recognizable, and the door made not even the tiniest squeak, as he set his objects down. He cracked his knuckles, but he stopped, hearing movement. He couldn't tell if it was an Un-Dead, or a living person. It . . . It sounded stuffed, troubled, calm.

He lowered his body, sneaking around as he kept his hand in his pocket, wrapping his fingers around his pocket-knife, the one he stole from the man he more ore less brutally murdered, as he kept his senses in check. But he really hoped it was a person, he wasn't sure a pocket-knife would be enough this time.

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☾Tristan and Melody Harper☽

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Melody carried Tristan in her arms, one hand around his waist as he wrapped his arms and legs around her. She was in a seven eleven, being as quiet as she could, for fear of alerting anyone or anything. Tristan was silent as well, slowly biting biting at his nails as he looked around. He was still sleepy, as he had just woken up, but Melody didn't want to take the chance of leaving him by himself. "Tristan... Is there anything that you would like?" She asked the sleepy boy quietly, grabbing some drinks and some snacks. She put them all in some large baskets, as she waited for her little brother's response. "Are there fruit snacks?" He asked, picking his head up off her shoulder to look around. "yeah, there are plenty." She said, knowing that he actually meant the candy called hi-chew, which was odd to her because the last time he ate one they pulled out one of his baby teeth and he cried. "Just be careful, the last time they pulled out one of your baby teeth remember." She said, a distant smile on her face.

She was soon brought back to reality when she thought she heard a scream in the distance. "I think it's about time we go." She said mostly to herself, grabbing the things they currently had and rushing back into the car. She put Tristan in the front seat, having no time to put him in the back, and threw the food into the back, starting the car. "Tristan, make sure you buckle up." She said, smiling down at the slightly frightened boy. "What's going on? Is it another one of those creepy things?" He asked, buckling up and looking out the window.

"Yeah it is, so we gotta go. I'm thinking about going down to a house to get cleaned up, how does that sound?" She asked, a smile on her face at the thought of freshening herself up. They hadn't been able to shower or clean themselves up as there was no water in any of the houses she had entered, and she was guessing that she had been unlucky and had picked a house that an Un-dead had previously been in. That and she really wanted to brush her and Tristan's teeth. She wasn't worried about either of their appearances, she just didn't want their teeth to rot and fall out of their heads.

"M-Melody, look out!" Tristan's words harshly pulled her into reality as she hit an Un-dead, and more came closer to the two with every second that passed. "Shit! How could I be so careless!" She cried out, banging her fist against the steering wheel, trying to think of a plan in the few minutes or even seconds she had. She couldn't abandon the car, as it had too many valuable things that she knew they would need, otherwise they'd be dead. "Tristan, grab one of those black bags." She said referring to the duffel bags in the back, keeping her foot on the gas and looking for a place that they could hide for a while.

The duffel was soon brought up to the front seat and Melody believed that she found a safe place to hide. She parked the car into an alleyway, as she told Tristan to pack anything that he thought would be useful. She knew it was foolish to leave it up to Tristan since he was so young, but she had faith in him to pack things that they would truly need.

While he was packing up some things, Melody made sure to grab the knives, guns, and ammo she had. She hadn't really used the gun or the ammo, as she wasn't sure how to use it, and the knives came in a lot of handy and she was glad that they were big and she didn't have to get too close to the Un-dead. After all, her and Tristan were already coated in blood as it was. She took a deep breath as Tristan said he was done packing and put the duffel over her shoulder, before bracing herself.

She could hear the groaning of the zombies, not far from where she had just been, and opened the door for Tristan to get out. A loud scream from Tristan made her almost jump out of her skin, and he appeared to be pointing somewhere, though there was a shadow blocking whatever it was that he was pointing at, and it took her a moment for her eyes to readjust and see it. It was almost too late when she picked up Tristan and began running, the zombie right behind them. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, while Tristan screamed something about the zombie being right behind them. He tried to wriggle out of her arms several times, and it was getting difficult to carry the small boy without accidentally dropping him. "Tristan! We're going to be okay, we'll go to that house right over there and rest a bit okay? So I need you to be quiet for me." She said, trying to reassure him, and was glad that he was young and naive.

He nodded his head and suddenly went quiet, and as she looked behind her the zombie appeared to be feasting itself on a dead person. She breathed a sigh of relief and ran faster, entering a home that seemed empty enough, and also a place that she could get a bit cleaned up. She opened the front door and closed it behind her, making sure she was quiet as she didn't know who or what could be in here.

For the most part the house seemed untouched, by man and the Un-Dead. It looked like it had been the house of a family, as there were several things pointing towards that.The way there were safety outlet covers on almost all the outlets, and the ways some things seemed to be baby proofed. 'A young family huh?' She said, slipping off her shoes, as well as Tristan's to make herself more quiet when walking around the house.

q r o w Black Jade

 

[Black Jade]

Damien R. WeiseA Lost Soul

"Do the undead go to Hell or Heaven?"

The sound of the door opening was obvious to Damien, anyone unable to have heard the sound of the
squeak HAD to be deaf. Whoever had opened the door had tried to do it rather quietly, without making the tiniest amount of sound, but Damien's ears were already on high alert. The sound of the Door was like night and day to him.

The footsteps that followed, however, were not of one person. They were heavy, loud, and multiple. Two . . . Three . . . No, two pairs of shoes. Were they the owners of the house? He looked at the family pictures that hung on the wall, and decided against it. The pictures showed a Mom, a Dad, two kids, and a Grandmother. The house was generally untouched, as everything had been left. That meant whoever had lived here ran, and in a hurry. They had barely even touched their food, or anything else in the house.

Then whoever this newcomer was, it couldn't be the family. Why would the family come back? And with just two people? What happened to the other three family members? One of them sounded small, the footsteps, but no one in the family pictures seemed small enough for it. Then these had to be new people.

Damien shifted his attention to the footsteps, wondering who walked so casual among the living humans left in the world. A strange thought ran through his mind as he walked, silent and prestigious, as he took a glance up, to see a picture of the father of the family. He thought of his father, the one who lived, and then his family . . . His mother . . . His sister.

His mind shifted to his memories, flying into the scene where he had to kill his family . . . His mother, she had gotten affected. His father went insane, keeping her around like she was still alive, until . . . She infected his brother. He then in turn infected his sister, and his father? He ran off, terrified. After that . . . All Damien could remember, was him standing over his family's dead parents, tears in his eyes as he held a shot gun.

His father shotgun, the one he'd seem him use hundreds of times before. The one he had gotten so skilled at using, the one that he used to take his family life, and the one he was going to one day use on his father. He knew he was alive, his father was a crafty little bastard, he knew what-

Damien, not paying attention, bumped into a shelf which held glass plates and cups. As it fell, he was able to dodge, jumping into a separate room as the shelf crashed to the ground, glass and wood breaking as it fell. He cursed silently to himself as he covered his mouth, 'Dammit Damien get in the game!' he thought, mentally punching himself.

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《《Jace》》​

☆☆☆☆☆ u k i y o Black Jade

Jace stood, high alert as he saw a shadow move from the back door to the living room area. He saw the figure still when they heard Jace walking around. "W-who'so there?" He called out uneasy, knowing it couldn't be a dead creature. He crouched and wedged his way around the counter quietly. His calm demeanor was kicking in, adrenaline supporting it. "I'm not going to hurt you unless you hurt me okay? So put the knife down." He said, not very sternly cause he didn't want to seem like he was threading the stranger. After all they where both trying to live through the same hell right?

His grip loosened on the knife when he heard a scream, far off and muffled. 'Outside, what's going on?' His mind wondered, his heart beat picked up its pace until he could felt it beating out of his chest. When the suspense lingered a minute or two more, he heard the front door shut, not to loud, but loud enough to draw his and whoever else was in the house attention.

He stood, tightening the grip on the knife. "Who are y-" He saw the girl and a small child. He could see a figure as well, enough to make out he was male. He placed the knife on the counter. "Are you okay? I heard a scream he asked.

However his mind was relieved that they hadn't been dead walkers. However his hand twitched in nervousness, not knowing how to proceed with the new events, the male seemed to hit a shelf and Dodge out of the way as it hit the ground with a deafencing crash. "Crap." He said, hoping it wasn't to loud to attract Un wanted attention. He focused on calming his breathing and panicking heart.

 

[u k i y o]

☾Tristan and Melody Harper☽

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Melody put a hand over Tristan's mouth before the boy could say anything, and completely give away that they were there. She knew they hadn't been the most subtle when closing the door, but it was at least worth a try. She had heard a crash come from somewhere inside the kitchen, as well as a few footsteps following shortly. Her other hand gripped her knife tightly, though she hid it out of the view of Tristan, though he knew that it was there. Just because he was young, didn't mean he couldn't understand anything. Sure, he didn't understand a lot of what was going on, but he was picking up bits and pieces every now and then.

When the two of then slowly entered the kitchen she saw a pick haired boy, who looked to be only a year or two older than herself. Standing a little ways away from him was a brown haired boy with a hand over his mouth, who also appeared to be the one who had crashed into the shelf, and knocked everything over, creating the loud crash that she had heard.

Nervously, Tristan had looked around the room a bit, his sister's hand still covering his mouth to keep him from talking or saying anything unnecessary. "Yeah... We're fine, and we're not infected either... What about you guys?" She asked, making sure that she and her brother would keep their distance until she knew that they were safe enough for the two of them to be around. The last thing that she wanted was another family member turned into, or eaten by another one of those zombies. Tristan was all she had left, and she couldn't afford to lose him, and the same went for Tristan. If she died, then there would be no one left to protect him, and he would most likely follow soon after her, as he wasn't old enough to survive in a world like this by himself.

The hand that held her knife relaxed a little, and she uncovered her brother's mouth, as he had been pulling at her hand for a while now. She then pushed him behind her, in case either one of them tried to attack, or a zombie happened to be in the house after all.

Tristan peered at everyone from behind his sister's leg, curious about the people. They had been the first human beings he had seen since the outbreak first happened, and he had started to believe that him and his sister were the only ones left. "Just like a Fairy Tale by the Grimm Brothers..." He said, and his eyes widened as though he realized something, when in actuality he was just remembering how scary and twisted up those stories had been to him.

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[Tasteless]

Skylar Lee Marble

She saw nothing but darkness, frigid and lonely. Everything around her made no sound, no movement. She could feel someone holding her, the touch made her quiver yet she still saw nothing.
Skylar shifted through the darkness, taking a few steps before the darkness below her gives out and suddenly she is falling again.
Her eyes open slightly, before shutting weakly. She blinked a few times slowly, her eyelashes feeling as if they has frozen together. Warmth was surrounding her, and she purrs softly with comfort, thinking for only just a moment that this entire 47 days was only a dream, a coma perhaps.
Yet that idea was crushed once her vision focused, and terror set in. She was in a room with wooden walls, and she scrambles back despite her leg searing in agony. She lifts up the warm Blankets, and her face flushes with embarrassment. Her pants were lowered and cut, showing her rather feminine undergarments.
Her eyes scan the room, the first thing she notices is a pair of eyes watching her from the ceiling. She begins hyperventilating, struggling to comprehend what had happened to her. "What the fuck." She whimpers, tears welling in her crystal blue eyes. She pulls the blankets up to her chest, shoving herself in the corner tightly. She hides her face in the blankets, trying to return to that peaceful darkness she experienced. Prizzy Kriyze Olivier

Gabriel Grey Everett

He runs his fingers through the fawn fur of his canine companion, her brown cow eyes staring up at him. He smiles softly, before packing her food bowl back into his backpack, before slinging it over his shoulder.
Sheena looks around as if keeping guard, while she was never trained to do so, she would growl if zombies or people got to close to alert Gabriel. He quietly shuts the car door, slinging his rifle over his shoulder.
He was walking for some time, before he hears a shrill shriek. He grips Sheena's thick pink collar, kneeling onto one knee. He keeps his finger off the trigger of his rifle, yet he could see in the distance a woman carrying a child into a home. Sheena growls softly, and Gabe pulls her to the side of the house next door.
Sheena Stares up at him, ready to move with him. He didn't dare enter the house, not with others in there. Instead he simply waits, contemplating if he should approach the home. He quickly decides against it, and walks around the back of the home. He walks silently, careful not to alert those within the home.
He is rounding the corner, when a sudden bark makes him freeze. Sheena had alerted him just in time, as an undead rushed around the corner and lunges for Gabe. In a solid motion, his wraps his hand around the creatures throat, forcing it's snapping jaws away from his body. Using his other hand, he swiftly swipes his hunting blade out of its sheath attached to his belt. Sheena barks loudly, baring his ivory fangs. Gabriel growls under his breath as the creature uses more force, yet before it can bite him, he plunges his blade into its skull. Not one, not twice, yet three times. Blood poured over his hands and he shoved the limp corpse away.
He then grabs Sheena's collar, yanking her against the house. He crumples down silently, smoothing her ruffled fur and soothing her.
Gabe knew whoever was in the home was able to hear Sheena's sudden barking, he could only pray they simply dismissed it. u k i y o q r o w Black Jade

 

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Kaiden Finch​

The woman seemed to move slightly, indicating that she was waking up. Kaiden immediately froze up as still as could be, but it was in vain. The woman's bright blue eyes met his, and he heard her swear under her breath. He'd been spotted.

His heart raced, his face growing pale as he struggled to think of what to do now. He was an unarmed child, and though the injured woman wasn't much of a threat, the man could easily take him down, Kaiden was trapped. There was no chance of escape, so he decided that his best bet was to surrender and hope they didn't murder him.

"Shit! I mean... Hi. I promise I don't have any guns, so please, please, please don't shoot me." He stammered out, waving sheepishly. He held up his hands, gripping the wooden beam with his feet so as not to fall off. He sounded unbelievably stupid and he knew it, but it was his only hope for survival. "If you let me go right now, y-you'll never see me again, I swear. I-I didn't know anyone lived here..." He was laughing at little, mostly so that he wouldn't start crying. He'd come so far... he couldn't just die now. Besides, he was only 12. Taking in a shallow gasp for air, he continued to plead for his life. "I mean, I'd bribe you, b-but I don't think I have anything you'd want, haha... please just don't fucking kill me. "​

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[Black Jade]

Damien R. WeiseA Lost Soul

"Do the undead go to Hell or Heaven?"

The male slowly stood up, hands in pockets, and fingers still curled tightly around the pocket knife. He was not one to fall easily to the temptation of a kind person, he'd learned one too many times to trust anyone, on this godforsaken planet. They either ended up trying to kill you, stealing from you, or they end up being infected. Learning of new people, meeting people, making friends, there was no point in this world of theirs.

"No, I'm not infected." he spoke as he stood up, he wore a tight shirt, a plain black one that once held a cool and bad-ass dragon design on the front, but was long washed off. On his legs, were some Jeans that he'd found once in a forgotten Market. Around his waist, a large black jacket, and on his shoes, a pair of sneakers. Only the modern clothes for those who were trying to outrun mother-natures wrath, escape oblivion, and beat extinction.

Suddenly, the noise came. It was the sound of an Un-dead, as Damien knew the sound they made, the groaning, he knew it all too well. And he hated it with a passion. But before he could react, it was followed by the sound of barking. It was the barking of a dog. A dog. An actual dog. He didn't think there were any living dogs left. Then shuffling, and finally . . . Silence.

He looked between the three of them, the girl, the pink haired boy, and then lastly the smaller boy. Apparently the females younger brother, or son? He couldn't tell with the small light that the moon provided from the window sill. He put a finger to his lips, curling them ever so slightly as he walked farther into the kitchen. He wrapped his fingers around a kitchen knife, the sound of it being un-sheathed soothed his soul, and he flipped it in the air, catching it.

He removed his hand from his pocket, revealing the pocket knife in the other hand. Two weapons in hands, he walked to the front of the house, where he heard the strange sounds. He didn't dare open the doors, instead, he looked at the closed window, moving aside the curtain, as he silently let the wooden frame unhinge, latching out to let the glass panel be lifted up.

Swiftly, he jumped down, landing behind the man as he lifted the knives to the back of his neck, pressing them against it slightly. "How long have you been watching us?" he asked, calmly and steadily, all the while looking at the rifle and the dog in Uneasiness. As long as the dog stayed still, and the gun was not used, he should be fine.

Damien was slightly seeing the error in his ways, but there was no point in going back now. And anyways, he had a knife to the mans neck, it would be a dangerous idea to even try to retaliate.

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Skylar Lee Marble

"You poor, Unfortunate Soul.."

She looks up, her blue eyes watching the boy. She sniffles softly, before wiping her damp cheeks. How could she possibly resort to crying, especially in front of a child?
She inhales and exhales quietly, before her face turns and her brow furrows. "Kill you?" She questions. "I have no idea where I am, let alone who you are. Why would I kill you, your just a kid!" She shakes her head, quickly realizing how screwed this world has become. "Why don't you come down from there, I'll share my blanket with you." She says softly, her voice soothing and holding a motherly texture.
She looked him over with sad eyes, he was skinny and dirty. He must be hungry and cold, the least she could do was help him get warm. She had no food, yet maybe the one who had brought her here did.
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Gabriel Grey Everett

"I am not In Danger, I am the Danger."

He was calm, gliding his fingers through Sheena's soft fur. When suddenly she releasing a menacing growl, and Gabe feels the cold blade press against this throat. Sheena erupts, lunging forward to defend her companion, yet suddenly halts. Gabe had one hand up, his eyes on hers. "Easy, big girl. Easy." He says softly, the canine bares her massive fangs, growling deeply, yet she sits slowly, her eyes locked on the man attacking her owner.
"You must be confused." Gabe growls under his breath, "I was simply passing through until someone in that house had to lure all these fucking beasts here." He places his foot on the dead zombie at his feet. "I have zero interest in who you are, and whoever is in that house. All I want is to take my dog, and find somewhere safe." He looks down at Sheena, her fur was bristling and she was softly growling, still staring intently at Damien.
He exhales quietly, "-but in my unpopular opinion, holding strangers with a knife to their throat isn't exactly smart." He interjects in a matter-of-fact tone. "Now if it's alright with you, I'd like to get the fuck out of here." Black Jade

 

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Christopher & Josie Walker​

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The cold had never been Christopher's friend. Growing up in one of the warmest states of America, Christopher never had to worry about winter or snow. Even when his particularly large family picked up and moved north, they were always sheltered by electricity. Now, the teen found himself in a long-abandoned home, shifting through the past owner's clothing in hopes of finding something warmer for his sister. Josie, on the other hand, was sitting near the corner of the room, picking through toy's that lay scattered along the floor. Her blonde hair had been pulled back into a bun, thanks to her big brother, and was clutching her Bear-Bear to her chest. Even with the outfit, Christopher had found at the previous home they ransacked, Josie still shivered from the approaching Spring chill. This had been enough to invoke Christopher's concern of her falling ill and for him to dedicate time to find her proper wear.

Christopher let out a soft sigh as he dropped the article of clothing that was in his hand and walked to the open closet. He was running out of options for this household and really didn't want to drag Josie through any more houses without proper wear. As his eyes fell onto the clothing, Christopher let out a huff of a laughter. He pulled out a soft material, running his fingers along the light pink wool. Of course, it was perfect for his sister. On the upper corner, there was a Hello Kitty logo and Christopher couldn't help but smile at the irony. Hello Kitty had been Josie and Cassie's favorite when they were little. Christopher turned and held it up for his sister to judge. Josie jumped up from where she sat and smiled at the button-up sweater. "I like it." She cooed, setting her Bear-Bear between her feet. Josie held her arms out with a hum as he wrapped the sweater around her thin frame.

Christopher kneeled in order to snap the buttons into place and wrapped the material tightly around her. "Are you comfortable?" He inquired, smoothing out the wool. "Yeah." Josie breathed, with a quick nod of her head. Her eye's darted to her stuffed animal that sat patiently on her foot. "Are you sure?" He asked, picking Bear-Bear up and gently placing him between her wanting arms. "You don't have to say you like it if you don't, Josie. You're not going to upset me, okay?" The tiny blonde nodded her head, lifting a hand to shift a fallen strand from her hair. "It's okay, Chrissy. I like it." She gave him a warm smile to soothe any doubts the older boy may have. "Can I have some water?"

Christopher nodded, settling his hand on her head before walking over to where he had discarded his bag. Pulling out the half-filled bottle, he passed it to Josie. While she sipped some of the water down, Christopher packed up his things, finger's running over the items, mentally taking inventory like he's done so many times before. From somewhere downstairs, a loud crash caused the two to freeze. Christopher slowly stood from where he was perched, raising a finger to his lips. Josie wrapped her fingers around her stuffed animal, watching her brother's movement for a signal of what she should do. Christopher unsheathed his blade, moving towards his sister. "We're going to play our special game again, okay? You're going to stay in here and find a place to hide, okay? Don't come out until I tell you too."

The teen slowly shut the door behind him, shelding his sister away from whatever danger was in the house. Creeping along the top stairs wall, Christopher peered down the overpass. Near the now open front door stood a fidgiting man. Judging from the way the mans back was saturated with blood and his jerky body language, Christopher knew that he was nothing more than a corpse. Christopher softly placed a foot on the step, originally planning to sneak up on it, when another two slammed through the front door. Christopher cursed under his breath and debated the outcome of opening fire. Before he could make up his mind, another walker pushed into the doorway. Unsure of how many were outside, he slowly retraced his steps back to the room his sister was hiding it.

"Josie." He whispered, flipping the lock on the door handle. "Josie. We have to go now." The closet door creaked as it softly opened. The blonde girl peered out, "Was it the monster's? Are they gone?" Christopher took his time crossing the threshold to her. He didn't want his footsteps to alert his guest's of their presence. "We have to leave now." Christopher walked over to one of the windows and slowly pushed it open, wincing at the groan it let out. The older teen climbed through and stood on the retracting roof, ushering his sibling forward to climb out into his arms. The two slowly made their way down the roof to where it dropped off. Plancing his hands onto the ledge, he lowered himself onto his stomach and let himself push off until he was dangling. Dropping onto his feet, the older teen surveyed the area before holding his arms out.

"Josie." He called out. "Jump. I've got you." The younger girl hesitated, stepping towards the edge before taking another step back. "Promise?" She sqeauked. "I promise," He confirmed. "I won't let you fall. C'mon." Josie took a step towards the edge and held her breath as she stepped off. As promised, Christoper caught his sister and promptly adjusted her onto his hip before turning away from the home and proceeding into the forest.

 

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☾Tristan and Melody Harper☽

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Tristan jumped every time he heard the dog bark, before hiding his face in Melody's shirt. The older girl looked towards where the sound was coming from, and heard that it was just outside the house. 'Crap! Did they see us come in?!' She though, a look of worry taking over her features. Tristan noticed this and lightly pulled on her shirt to grab her attention. She looked down and smiled at him, before he opened his mouth to speak. "I don't think it's a zombie... They wouldn't keep a dog..." He said quietly, rubbing a bit of sleep out of his eyes. "You're probably right... Why don't we see what you packed?" She asked, still completely aware of the pink haired boy.

Tristan nodded and was then picked up and placed on the kitchen counter, before Melody took off the duffle bag which would hold their supplies until she could get back to the car, which could be a while. She unzipped the duffle and looked inside, quite glad that she had chosen to put some trust in her baby brother.

Inside the douffle was some food, as well as flashlights and batteries, a bit of clothes they had picked up from abandoned houses, and their first aid kit. "You're a real life saver." She said, sounding very thankful. She was a bit confused when he motioned for her to come closer, but she did so anyways and put her ear next to his mouth. "There's some supplies for the pink guy too... If he wants some we can share right?" He whispered so quietly that she almost didn't hear what he said. Melody then nodded her head at Tristan, causing the boy to smile, lighting up his features, and showing one of his missing teeth that he had just lost recently.

Melody was suddenly curious about what was going on outside, and wondered if the guy was dead or not. "Stay here." She said to Tristan with a stern tone, before walking over to a window and peering out, watching the scene that tranfixed outside. She also took the chance to look outside, and decided that she and Tristan would most likely stay the night in the house. That or they'd go back and sleep in their car, which wasn't something that either of them were foreign to.

'It can't be a coincidence that we all came to the same house... It was fate.' She said, before smiling a bit at the foolish thought. She had always been a sucker for books dealing with fate and destiny, and it made her happy to know that she hadn't changed. Speaking of books, she wondered if there were any here, as when they were hiding she often got bored, as there was nothing to do.

She glanced back over towards Tristan and saw his head drooping, and that he was barely awake at this point. 'Well I guess he hasn't been able to sleep for about nineteen or twenty hours now...' She thought, knowing that the poor boy must've been exhausted. She continued watching the scene happening outside, deciding to allow Tristan to get all the sleep he could get.

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[Black Jade]

Damien R. WeiseA Lost Soul

"What kind of God does this?"

Damien didn't move, nor did he quiver at the sight of the dog. He didn't feel fear like most people did, not anymore. It may have been a mental problem he was born with, or maybe it was a whiplash back-draw from having to kill his loving family. But regardless of the reason, he barely felt it. No. he more of sub-consciously dulled it. It definitely helped, in certain situations when needed. But other than that, in more than one occasion, it almost got him killed.

But this man, he seemed to have a cool, calm, personality. Patient and chill, like he had no care in the world. Damien thought, seeing as he most likely would have the same reaction. He removed the blade from his neck without a word, folding the pocket knife and placing it into his pocket. He jumped back into the house, dropping the knife onto the ground.
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[Olivier]

Kaiden Finch​

Kaiden stared in disbelief, pushing a few locks of dirty blonde hair out of the way of his blue eyes. So he now had a reason to trust the female, but unfortunately she wasn't the one he was worried about. She looked like she could barely stand, but her friend....

"T-trust me, I'd love to... but I was mostly asking your guy friend. I don't mean to be rude or nothing, but I don't think you could kill me if you wanted to." Here replied, obviously trying to pretend that he wasn't afraid. But really, he was just about ready to cry or pass out or throw up or whatever else people did when scared out of their wits. This was possibly the scariest moment of his entire life, but seeing as his life only spanned 12 years, it wasn't that impressive.

He felt himself starting to lose his balance on the rafter, and quickly grabbed back on to avoid what would not doubt be a very painful fall. There was nothing more Kaiden could say or do at this point. If the man decided to kill him, he'd be utterly helpless against the attack. He remained silent, the only sound from him being his fast, shallow breathing. These next few seconds would determine whether he'd live or die..
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[Prizzy Kriyze]

</Alexander Moore/>​

It was pretty sudden, all of it. Alex turned his head as the girl gave off a quiet sound, whimpered, then turned back to the bed. Then, more shockingly, a voice came. From the fucking ceiling.

Now Alex had his religious tendencies, but something told him the voice of God wasn't a sniveling kid. His head cocked back and he spotted a boy, barely over the age of ten, hidden in the rafters. He didn't quite know what to say, so he just sat there with his mouth slightly ajar as the woman seemed to handle the situation.

The poor kid was either a very good actor, or a lonely child who had somehow had the grit to survive for God knows how long, because his act was than convincing. Even the way his brave cracked when he realized he was in possibly mortal danger was authentic. Alex caught that his hand had instinctively reached for one of his handguns when he flinched, and quickly withdrew his hand and threw it to his neck, scratching it in an awkward manner.

"Ah- eh, haha..." You're not making this better, idiot. He thought to himself. "Sorry if I scared you, you caught me completely off-guard." He trailed off again, unsure how to act in this rather bizarre situation. He stood up from his chair and turned to grab a bag that hung off a buck's horns higher up on the wall. "My name's Alex, please disregard the uh, mask. You ought to be starving, don't be afraid to come down." He held out the bag at arm's length.

"I mean, if there was any reason for me to actually kill you you'd probably already be dead." He paused. "That was an incredibly poor choice of words."

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[Olivier]

Kaiden Finch​

The boy thought for a moment, twirling strands of his hair around his fingers. While it seemed like a stupid thing to do, he figured his best bet was to trust them. What else was he going to do, hide in the rafters until he starved to death? That would be even stupider.

Tentatively, Kaiden edged his way down from the beams, scaling down the chimney and landing smartly on the floor. Now that he was in better lighting, it became clear exactly how small he was. Not even five feet tall yet, and a little on the skinny side (as one might expect a starving kid to be). He was wearing blue jeans and a red t shirt with a grey jacket, and black boots. All his clothes were a little dirty and his jeans were ripped at the knees, but overall he didn't look too terrible. Just based on his looks, it would seem that he was pretty efficient at surviving on his own,

But still, he looked nervous. He was shifting his weight from foot to foot, his left hand holding his right elbow. It seemed like he couldn't stay still for even a minute.

"So, uh... hi. Sorry for trespassing and all. And, you know, thanks for not killing me." He said after a long and slightly awkward pause. He wasn't sure what to do now. He hadn't really prepared for the possibility that he wouldn't get shot, since he'd been busy worrying that he would. He grinned apologetically, with a forced and nervous sounding laugh. He didn't want to try these people's patience, but he was pretty damn confused about what to do.

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[Tasteless]

Skylar Lee Marble

"You poor, Unfortunate Soul."

Her eyes turned toward the man in the room, whome she had failed to notice in her bewildered, terrified state. The child had actually calmed her with his mere presence, yet that diminished quickly.
When Skylar looked towards the man, his hand was toward his hand gun, which made her furrow her brow. When he quickly pulled his hand away, and lightened slightly, looking back towards the young boy who was now on the ground.
"Come here." She says softly, raising one of the many blankets on her lap and opening it to put it around his skinny shoulders.
She wanted him to sit with her, not only because he was young and obviously terrified, yet he looked so much like her dead brother.
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Gabriel Grey Everett

"I'm not in danger, I am the Danger."

He felt the knife be removed from hisnneck, and he growled softly under his breath. Fucking jerk. He thinks with annoyance, turning his head to watch the man quickly disappearing within the window.
Gabe shakes his head slightly, his lips pursed. He then looks down at Sheena, who has now calmed and wagging her tail. Her eyes look toward the window, before she puts her paws up and looks inside the house. She sees the young woman, and wags her tail slowly. Gabe quickly grabs her collar, yanking her away from the window. He then motions for her to follow him, walking away from the house and towards the forest.
He had wished his first Interaction with actual people would have gone better, yet obviously that was too much to ask of the knife wielding man. His eyes look to Sheena, who whines softly. He strokes her head gently, "I know. Don't worry, I'll find us somewhere warm." He chuckles softly. "Somewhere without Hostiles." He adds, and she rubs her head against his leg as they walk away. Black Jade u k i y o Prizzy Kriyze

 

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Kaiden Finch​

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Kaiden hesitantly sat down by her, taking the blanket and draping it over his tiny frame. He felt way out of his depth, being this trusting, but there was no point in being shy. Besides, he was so cold that his hands and feet were starting to go numb.... he really did want the blanket.

He was quiet for a moment, then he tentatively said "Thanks..." with a smile, showing that he still had braces in. He didn't have anything more to say after that. He thought asking too many questions might be a bad idea. Maybe he'd ask questions later, after he had a chance to get to know these people are bit.

He couldn't help but notice the way the girl looked at him. It was almost like she knew him, or thought that she did. He didn't think much of it; he was just glad that she was being nice to him right now. Ever since his father died, Kaiden hadn't found much in the way of niceness. Most people he ran into were either dead or wanted him to be dead, or both.

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[Prizzy Kriyze]

</Alexander Moore/>​

Alex couldn't fault the woman for sharing with the child, they both seemed frozen solid and body heat was the best way of going about this. He was pretty uncertain of how to treat the situation, though. As the temperature of the room slowly rose a faint layer of condensation gathered on the glass lenses that separated him from the two. The warmth reminded him once again, that they were getting cozy on borrowed time.

There was a stack of firewood next to the fireplace. It was one of those fireplaces out of brick, chimney attached directly above straight through the ceiling. The smoke wasn't the most clandestine thing, but it sure beat freezing to death. Alex stacked a few pieces of the chopped wood, and soon a small pyre was spewing flames up the chimney. There was a grate that could be folded into the wall from over the fire, and Alex pulled it out. He'd put the bag from before on the workbench, and now he opened it and fetched two cans of soup from it's inside. Momentarily he reached for the knife in his pocket again, until he remember the new bloodstains on it. He himself hardly cared, but at least he could keep things sanitary for the guests.

Despite being inside, he was still covered from head to toe in clothing. A black turtleneck, black leggings, gloves, and though unlaced he still wore his boots. The only visible part of him was the jet-black hair behind his mask, and his blue eyes through its lenses. On his right wrist he wore a watch, with what looked like jagged metal bits protruding away from him. Pushing with these he cut the top off the cans and put them to boil on the grate.

"I'll fetch some water." He mumbled, then disappeared outside with a bucket. To be honest, he felt relieved to get out. They were both in the condition where they should just rest, and to silently await their recovery was tiring and awkward. Besides, the cabin wasn't more than 50 meters away from the river, so he would just take a stroll down for some water to boil. It had started snowing again, but the weather was much lighter now. There were only a few, soft flakes slowly falling towards the ground.

He let his gas mask slip down onto his chest again, and turned his face towards the sky. He didn't mind the cold at all, and instead welcomed the few flakes of snow that landed on him. It was tranquil to him, and he nearly tripped into the river because of it. He got on his knees and filled the bucket with water, then put it beside him and pulled up his sleeve. There was barely more than two thin red lines where he'd been bitten all those weeks ago, but he still kept it under gauze. To keep out infection? No, he hadn't had a single infected wound since he was bitten. To keep it from bleeding through his clothes? Probably, but mostly so he wouldn't spread the virus.

So he undid it, cleaned it out in the freezing water, then wrapped it in a new length. At this rate he'd have to plow through a pharmacy or he'd run out. He was so focused at the task, that he didn't notice his visitors before one was close enough to kick the bucket of water over. Alex instinctively dove away from the nice and did a roll through the snow. Two particularly stubborn and silent zombies must've followed them, because now they were scrambling to suck his precious grey matter out of his skull.

Alex stumbled backwards, but managed catch himself on a pine that stood particularly close to the water. "Shit..." He mumbled, and reached into a back pocket for a length of wire he kept along for all purposes. It had a carabiner attached to the end of it so he could attach it to anything, and he threw it around the tree he was now leaned against to clip it back onto itself. Then he hopped several feet backwards to avoid the voracious undead. The wire formed a hoop in the snow, so when the first zombie stepped into it he pulled hard and bound its foot to the tree. A disgusting snap heard when its ankle twisted in an unnatural direction, but Alex couldn't let the line slack or he'd be in a two on one situation again.

So with his left arm occupied with the wire, the second zombie charged for him. He must've been a woodcutter or something in his life, judging by the incredibly stereotypical beard and plaid shirt combo, not to mention the fact that he stood an inch or so taller than Alex himself, and probably twice his size around. It threw it's heavy weight onto Alex's shoulders and tried to bite through his neck, and it would have succeeded if he hadn't managed to bend his right arm between them to keep his head at an inch's distance. The wire started digging into his hand as he was pressed away from it, and his legs were shaking in the effort to keep him standing with this entire fucking bodybuilder weighing down his already tired body.

His savior was an icy patch on the ground that caused the zombie to slip down to his feet, and he swiftly dug the blade on his watch into its skull repeatedly, 'til it finally stopped moving. As soon as he collected himself, he reeled in his wire and walked up to the remaining zombie. A hard stomp to its neck severed the spine, and left Alex to retrieve his wire again. The damage was already done though, his left hand was bleeding. The bite had split again, and the wire had torn the skin at his hand.

When he returned to the cabin he was exhausted, had the gasmask back on, and had created a makeshift glove of gauze over his hand. His previous glove was cloth now, but he kept his sleeves rolled down. Didn't complain though. After all this time spent in solitude he almost unlearned to bother making a noise over things. He just put the bucket over fire, then placed the soup next to the bed. "Careful, it's hot." He whispered, then leaned back in his chair again.

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Skylar Lee Marble

"You poor, Unfortunate Soul.."

Skylar watched the man leave, and looked towards Kaiden. She spun on words to say, yet instead she simply said, "You're lucky, you know." She smiles kindly, her eyes warm yet tired.
Once Alex returns, she looks up at him for a moment. She then gently wraps her arm around Kaiden, rubbing his farthest shoulder with her gentle hand. When Alexander sets down two cans of soup, her eyes widen. "T-thank you." She says quietly. She wraps both of her hands around the warm can of food, and she remains still. She hadn't truly eaten warm food in what felt like ever.
She slowly raises the can to her lips, tipping it slightly. When the soup met her tongue and lips, it burned like a bitch. Yet she didn't flinch, rather, she was incredibly greatful for this offering.
She continued to drink until her belly felt full, and she pulled the can away from her mouth. One quarter of the can remained, so she looked towards Kaiden. "Would you like the rest of mine as well?" She asks gently. Olivier Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Olivier]

Kaiden Finch​

"...I know." Was all Kaiden could think to say when the girl told him he was lucky. "You too. I... I saw what happened to your leg. Did you get shot or something? I mean, if you don't wanna say, that's cool..."
He immediately shut up as Alexander came back with a can of soup for each of them. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd been offered food. Usually he'd have to steal it, or somehow find it out in the woods. He downed his can in about thirty seconds flat, ignoring the fact that it scalded his throat. He paused to take a breath, only looking up when Skylar offered the rest of hers. "You sure? You gotta eat too..." He said uncertainly. Though he was grateful for the offer. It was nice, having people treat him with kindness for once. He just hoped that it would last.
He stifled a cough, glancing back down at the floor. He'd finally started to warm up a bit, and now he mostly just felt tired. This was strange... he hadn't been awake all that long. He shouldn't be running out of energy just yet. However, he paid it no attention, turning back to Skylar. He was really starting to like her and Alex, even though he only knew one of their names so far, and to be honest he'd already sort of forgot it. Friends were hard to come by these days, and he definitely was in no mood to be picky.

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