Fantasy Zombie Apocalypse

[Dawnsx]

Will you become one of them or survive till the end?

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Ariel leaned on the railing of the rooftop and looked out into the town below, a shivery breath escaping him as he curled tighter around himself. It was early March, and winter has yet to release its icy grip on the Earth. Yet, he could already see plants peeking out from the soil and the birds returning to their joyous chirping. It seemed almost a little ironic how the world and most of its inhabitants was still going about in its usual cycle even with the chaos that had hit. It served as a hopeful reminder though, that even with what was going on, the sun would still rise to bring light to the darkest nights.


The brunet glanced down at his watch, a little surprised to see that it was six already. He was up and ready for at least three hours already, unable to find himself to go back to sleep after being awakened by a particularly brutal wind. It probably wasn't the best idea to sleep on the roof with the chilly weather, but he couldn't find himself to fall asleep inside the school. It was too stuffy and much too dark. At least outside, he was able to be lulled asleep by the gentle moonlight.


A growl from Ariel's stomach told him that it was time for breakfast. After another quick look to make sure that no zombies were approaching, he walked down a stairwell to the third floor and entered the closest classroom where the food was placed. It was just like any other classroom, with tables and chairs aligned neatly, but he constantly reminded himself that it wasn't like this before. When he first arrived, blood was smeared on walls and windows, tables and chairs were scattered, and several bodies were splayed across the floors. Worst of all, several zombies lingered around, waiting for new preys to come. Whittling out those few zombies were terrifying, but the cleanup was no better. Each blood stain he had to wipe away told him of the horror that had occurred here. Each body he had to drag out to burn away told him that this was his life now. Death was of the norm, and it could very well take him away at any given time.


Ariel reach out and picked up granola bar but didn't open it. His appetite was gone, and he doubt that it would come back anytime soon. Rubbing his temples, he sat down in a chair and fiddled around with the plastic wrap around the bar, wondering quietly if Riley was coming to eat.


@RubyRose

 

[noname]

Owen Wang


A blank tv screen that hung near the ceiling reflected his expressionless face. He had left his little territory behind the cashier counter, where a blanket covered the floor and his duffel bag was tucked against the corner. The boy sat on a makeshift table he had made from empty plastic baskets that used to hold the water bottles which were now in storage. He had placed a flattened cardboard box on the basket he sat on to prevent getting any red marks and stared up at the little tv. It was a slow day.


He looked to the side, searching through the top of the aisles until he spotted black hair. At least she had joined his lonely new life in the store. Before he had met her, Owen spent countless days and nights laying awake in silence. It was as if he was in a desert. He had clearly found his oasis, but there was no one to share it with thus far. It was one day he smelled smoke in the air and saw a woman standing at the door. He had exchanged a rather, awkward first impression. Considering how he stammered when repeating her age. But all was well again when she stated that he didn't need to change how he would normally act towards her just because of her age. That part had been a teeny bit difficult, seeing how he had grown up in a household where he needed to respect those older than him. At first he called her Ms. Evening, only to receive a displeased reaction from the woman. For the next days, he finally tried calling her by her first name, only to stumble around the letters and ended up saying "Dinnar" instead. Afterwords, he had settled on 'Anna' and a silent agreement was made between the two of them as Deanna didn't disapprove of the nickname. (with permission from @SilverBlack)


At any rate, he was glad for her company. He felt he would go mad if he stayed in a place by himself for so long. Especially after he had to wipe off bloodstains and remove corpses from the store. He even had to use two whole bottles of air freshener to spray away the stench! The week had gone by faster than his usual days since he had met her. Owen hopped off the baskets and made his way next to her, slightly keeping his distance so he wouldn't inhale too much of the smoke. "So...what are your plans for the day?" He had given up on trying to get her to stop smoking after he realized her main concern wasn't about the cigar's side effects. Unlike Deanna, he treasured his lungs since they were very essential for running and playing baseball. Not that he would be hitting a home run anytime soon. Nevertheless he liked to replay the countless games he played with the team. The memories radiated with nostalgia. Leaving him with a bittersweet feeling of sadness when he stopped and moved along on his day.


He held his hands together behind his back and rocked side to side, waiting for the rather pretty woman to answer. Alas, Owen was confident in not romantically falling for her charms. His preference didn't swing that way. At least he thought it didn't. Perhaps it would change, he didn't know. Not even he could control who his heart fell for. Not to mention he had quite the identity crisis when he figured out which gender he favored over the other. Owen shook his head, trying to keep himself from recounting embarrassing memories. It wasn't that he was mortified of them, it was just a moment in time where his ears wouldn't stop turning extremely red whenever he walked by that person, making it obvious to everyone else. Ah, but he had learned to calm down. Aside from the first day he realized who he liked that is. The boy shook his head again. This was absurd. He was in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and he was thinking about love. What nonsense!

 

[LoveMyHate]

The crisp morning air greeted Vann as he awoke from the sounds of zombies groaning. It was their way of whining he supposed. Letting out a drowsy yawn, Vann stretched lazily and looked down the fire escape to see the zombies. He had slept on a roof last night, baring the only entrance with heavy chains and a lock he had found. The only other exit/entrance was the fire escape; Vann had drawn the ladder up so the zombies couldn't reach it. The past few days had really taught him how to kill zombies; a couple stabs to the head or a beheading were the quickest, and possibly the only way to "kill" them. "Kill" because they were already dead but their bodies were still "alive." It didn't really make sense but Vann chose not to dwell on it.

Since there was only two zombies under the fire escape, Vann decided to just deal with them. He grabbed his backpack and climbed quickly down the fire escape, before he reached the bottom, he jumped off and landed a little ways from the zombies, catching their attention. With a few aimed slices of his army knife, Vann quickly disposed of them. In the beginning the stench of the zombies and the display of their guts had deeply disgusted him, but now Vann was quite used to it. Digging through his backpack, he pulled out his mp4 and his headphones. There may be brain desiring zombies lurking about but that didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy his music.

Slinging his backpack back onto his back, Vann walked briskly through the deserted streets, keeping an eye out for zombies. He was supposed to get to the general store yesterday but a group of zombies had ambushed him, delaying his trip. However, today there was oddly no zombie in sight and the store was only a few minutes away.

When Vann reached the store, he pulled at the doors expecting them to be unlocked. However, a resistance greeted him, and his curiosity was peaked. Was there perhaps another human? Was he or she in this very store? Vann paused the music and slipped the headphones off his ears, leaving them to rest around his neck. Giving a quick glance around him and being satisfied that there were no zombies in the proximity, he moved closer to the transparent door and peered in. A jolt went through through him when he noticed a purple head and a black head in the aisles. There was two people. Two or more possibly alive people.

Vann tapped lightly at the transparent doors, hoping that they would notice him.​

 

[Zerataku]

Amanda opened her eyes to the darkness that surrounded her. She had slept in the docking bay last night, watching the back of the store just in case any zombies slipped through. She stood up and yawned, grabbing one of the hair scrunchies from her backpack and slipping her hair up into a bun before she grabbed the rest of her gear and threw it across her back. She made her way to the door that would give way to to the rest of the grocery store, and opened it up slowly; squinting her eyes as they adjusted to the light.


She walked through the aisles to the front of the store, her stomach growling at the sight of food. She wanted to punch it for wanting it after she had trained it so long not to, but she opted out of looking like a lunatic to anyone else who was present in the store. She noticed Owen speaking with another woman and decided to let them be for she could see the sparks in his eyes a hundred miles away. She grabbed a pack of cigarettes off one of the shelves and opened it up, pulling one out with her mouth, as she looked up toward the sliding doors in front of the store. She stopped in her tracks as she saw someone standing there looking in.


She wondered if she should let him in, as the stranger didn't look harmful or "dead." She walked over to the doors and tried to open them up, but they had been locked sometime during the night. Probably by Owen, and she didn't blame him; but she didn't have the keys to open them so she would have to interrupt his precious moment with the other girl. "Owen!" She yelled, the cigarette still in her mouth. "We've got company."

 

[jole875]

Sven's eyes flicked open once, and with a flicker of motion they closed. Again they flicked open but this time Sven quickly jolted upright, around him the walls of the supply closet were dark and very uninviting though the was sure of his own safety. With a sigh he pressed his naked face against the floor to look into the cracks under the door,"Three," he whispered to himself in his deep unsettling tone. Three days he had spent inside this closet allowing the deep cut on his back to heal, three days he has spent in the dark waiting on his body to catch up with his mind. With a deep groan he lifted up his coat and felt his way up his back, most of the wound had scabbed over and from what he could tell he hadn't gotten it infected yet. After putting himself down and standing he placed slipped his gas mask back on with a loud click it clasped together and his breather slowed.


After situating he had everything he needed Sven pressed his ear to the door of the closet and listened closely, a few weird noises voices maybe, maybe it was birds or rodents though he his hearing was bad he thought he'd hear people. With a low sigh he pushed moved the broken mop out of its position so that the door could be opened and with his hatchet he pressed against the door, right before he let the door swing open heard the voice of someone calling to another. "Knulla," Sven muttered as he slowly opened the door and slipped out of it, he couldn't see anyone though he didn't think it'd stay like that for long. Running behind the first thing he saw he ducked under a table listened for the next bit of sound. The last time he ran into people he got a machete across his back and a broken gun. He didn't want to leave the store though, it was safer and had more supplies than anywhere nearby. With a groan he stood from his position and dusted himself of, he could feel the scabbing on his back cracking with every bit of movement. Before turning or moving his legs he reached out and gripped a small bottle of what seemed to be liquor, pulling up his mask just above his mouth he took a swig and licked his lips. "Not bad for American," he said out loud as he set it back down. After setting it down he slipped his hatchet up his sleeve so he could use it if need be.

 

[RubyRose]

Riley awoke slowly, moving out from under the table and stretching leisurely before glancing around the classroom she had taken up shelter in. A yawn made her jaw ache as she rolled up the blanket and stashed it in her backpack once more, grateful for the meager warmth it had brought- just enough to keep her asleep throughout the night and a fair amount into the morning. She fixed her goggles and quickly combed her hair with her fingers, fighting the tangles in a hope to get them out of her eyes before she snatched up the jacket she had been using as a pillow and slid into it. The morning seemed fairly decent as far as mornings went and Riley couldn't remember her dreams enough to be haunted by them if they were nightmares. They always consisted of ugly rotting faces that she had run from, just like in real life. Up to this point Riley had avoided actually coming into fighting contact with the undead- always finding a way to take the flight of her 'fight or flight' instincts. She brushed any further thoughts aside as she stood, grabbing her left arm and pulling it over her head and then behind her back to limber up a bit before heading for the store room.


"Morning!" She said, as brightly as one could expect from someone her age in the circumstances they were in. Perhaps even a little more cheerful then what circumstances would seem to dictate. "Did you sleep well, Ariel?" She asked politely. The boy's name still rang of a more feminine sound but the red haired mermaid from Disney didn't come to mind for Riley. She hadn't watched any Disney at all during her youth though she supposed she had seen images of the mermaid with the other sparkly princesses at walmart and other cheesy stores. Looking through the meager array of food, settling on a small packet of peanut butter- something the school had probably provided for students in the morning before the world had gone cannibal insane. "You should make sure to eat that instead of examining it like some odd species of insect." She also noted on the side, a friendly smile still in place as she spoke.


Riley hadn't seen the horrors the school had gone through, arriving at least some time after Ariel had cleaned most everything up. There were still the odd blood splatters here and there but for the most part the worst of it -especially any zombies that had been lingering around- had been dispersed. Needless to say, the girl felt about as comfortable in the school as any kid would who wasn't currently attending class. When the halls weren't buzzing with activity schools could feel strangely empty. Still, lack of emotional comfort was a small price to pay for physical safety. Better to be n here where the zombies couldn't reach then outside where one wrong step could turn you into a meal.


@Dawnsx

 

[SilverBlack]

Light could barely penetrate through the small windows located on the walls of the dim general store, filled with dust but clean enough for some people to hide in, especially during such intense times of massive zombies roaming around outside. The place was messy, but in a way it's an advantage, judging by all the resources and supplies this place provides. Ever since Deanna found this place, she took a secret immediate delight to it. It has liquors too--a good thing, since now she could finally settle down and relax, even for a while, before this tiny old building could no longer provide safety if zombies in some ways managed to find their ways here. Temporarily, though, this place is nice.


When she first discovered the store, she did not expect the door to be locked. Neither did she expect a lad who appeared much younger to open it up to her--his purple hair stood out the most. Deanna had assumed that it's probably a trend from those teenage people then to dye their hair like that, she herself didn't particularly care. At least the lad, who called himself Owen, has proved to be a rather good guy. He did stutter quite lot in the beginning--first by her age and then by how he should call her--which started out unpleasant. Things eventually got better though, and although she still preferred being called by her direct name, at least "Anna" is somewhat acceptable.


Another person joined in later, then, a lady whose name is Amanda. Maybe there's a third person secretly hiding in the store too that she didn't know about and didn't care--not for now, at least, not until he or she would actually show their figure or face in front of her that she would decide to pay some attention to.


The woman exhaled the white smoke that gently found its way to escape into the air as she leaned against one of the shelf, a bottle of beer by her side, a cigarette stuck between her fingers. When Owen decided to come forward and settled himself next to her, with some distance away to not be bothered by her smoking habit, Deanna did not mind, although she did not look particularly to his direction as well as he spoke.


"Don't bother asking," she replied with her usual attitude, pretty sure that Owen should know that she wouldn't do much unless he tells her to do something or if there's zombies outside the store. Her eyebrows twitched slightly when she heard a weird noise--of someone moving--a closet opening? What was that? Deanna frowned, but decided not to pay much attention, not when a clearer noise of someone knocking was coming right from the door.


Amanda came out and shouted about it first, in which the woman only said simply to Owen, "Ya heard her."


Only he, the leader, has the keys to the door, and only him is much suitable to greet new people, anyway.


(@Aiakaos @jole875 @Zerataku )

 

[noname]

Owen Wang


The boy sheepishly smiled at Deanna's reply. He should've known better than to ask the woman for an obvious answer. He merely thought she would make a suggestion to color in the gray days that repeated themselves. They would ration their food. Watch out for the zombies. Make sure everyone is okay. Sleep. Guard. Repeat. He swiftly turned when he heard a rattling at the front door. His eyes fell on her blond hair and cigarette as Amanda called out to him. Ah yes, Amanda. She was also around the same age as Deanna. A year younger than the black haired woman. Still quite an age gap between him. He had met her shortly after Deanna joined him in the store, the first thing that caught his eye were the tattoos displayed across her skin. He learned she was very capable, more than he had thought from seeing her slim figure, regarding how she took upon the posts at night to watch for lurking zombies. His eyes glanced at the cigarette in her mouth before looking at the door. He nodded at Deanna without looking at her, trying to see who the women was referring to. He was surrounded by two smokers. Oh dear. He wondered how long he would be able to keep his lungs safe. He looked over his shoulder, politely asking Deanna to open the back door to freshen the air inside while saying to watch out for any zombies. She wouldn't need his warning anyway. The woman was practically impeccable when it came to self defense. (@SilverBlack )


Owen blinked when he caught sight of more blond hair. He peered closer, seeing a boy around his age standing outside. The lad seemed adequate to be let inside. He greeted Amanda as he passed by her, heading behind to cashier counter to retrieve the key from inside his duffel bag since his shorts didn't have pockets on them. He made his way back to the entrance, unlocking the door with the key and took a step back. (@LoveMyHate) It was about time another boy arrived. He was starting to get a bit overwhelmed by being surrounded by two women who were in their twenties while he was the only one still in school. He looked at Amanda whilst waiting for the boy with headphones to enter, "Good morning. It wasn't too cold outside I hope?" (@Zerataku)

 

[Dawnsx]

A cheerful greeting made Ariel jump a little in his seat, but he quickly calmed himself and turned around with a smile. It was Riley. Of course it was just Riley. Who else would it have been? Before the zombie infestation, he never got so startled when someone sneaked up on him. Now, every little noise would make his heart race like he had just finished a marathon. His smile faltered a little, but he gave a little wave to the girl. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"





Ariel opened up the granola bar and nibbled on it. Despite his stomach screaming for some food, he felt that every bite just made him want to hurl everything back up. He continued to eat anyway, heeding Riley's advice. Hoping to take his mind off of his lurching stomach, he began to think about what they should do today. He had spend most of his time here trying to clean the whole school, but he knew that they ought to get some more food and water. The weather was only going to get warmer, so they need to get all the food they can before they spoil or get eaten by rodents. Water was of utmost importance too so they can keep themselves clean and prevent dehydration. Though, dehydrating definitely seemed like the better option compared to getting eaten by zombies. He shook the thought away and returned his focus to Riley, hoping that she didn't notice his lapse.


@RubyRose

 

[RubyRose]

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"Hey no fair! I asked you first." She stated before promptly answering the questions. "I slept just as good as any other day." She said brightly. Riley wasn't completely oblivious of having started Ariel, but she figured it was best not to point it out. In today's world it was much better to be startled by every little thing... because when the grass rustled, you never knew if it was a bunny or a snake these days- but you could count on it being a snake because as long as you acted like everything was a threat, when there actually was a threat you wouldn't be caught with your shorts down. Bathrooms actually made Riley a bit nervous if she was honest... the dangers of being caught in the middle of anything could mean you lose your life. She had cut back on her food and water intake in the hopes of needing to use the restroom less and less often.


She finished the peanut butter slowly, remembering what her father used to say about chewing. It sends a message to your brain so that you end up fuller, sooner. She tossed the garbage into the trash before turning back to Ariel.


"What are our plans for the day?" She asked curiously. For awhile Riley had considered leaving the school on her own... the school was safe and it would be all too easy just to remain in the building for as long as the supplies would last, but she needed to be on her way. She needed to find her father or at least find a way to contact him so that she would have an easier time of finding him. He was probably in a military camp at the moment, piloting people to safety and worrying about her safety. She wondered what the grand plan for the zombies were. Were they working on a cure? Or was the military gonna come in and kill them all? She pushed the thoughts aside- for now surviving each day as it came should remain at the top of her priorities.


@Dawnsx

 

[LoveMyHate]

Stepping inside, Vann moved out of the way so the purple haired guy could lock it again. He very much doubted that the people inside would want to keep the door open. Vann glanced at the blonde woman. What the hell was she doing? Didn't she know that zombies were attracted by sound? He looked out the transparent doors. There seemed to be no zombies coming, that was good. Perhaps the store had been isolated so long its inhabits no longer needed to keep their voice down? He had not met any zombies on the way here so that was a possibility.


"Hello, my name is Vann. So.. are you guys all human? By human, I mean you haven't been bit at all. How long have you guys been here?"


Vann surveyed the room, there appeared to only be the black haired woman, the blonde woman, and the purple haired guy. The purple haired guy seemed to be around his age but he didn't know for sure. The two women on the other hand, they seemed to be in their mid-twenties. So one guy and two girls huh? A movement caught his eye and Vann spotted a gas masked person. Gas mask appeared male, but for all he knew, gas mask could be a woman.


In the worst case scenario, he readied his knife under the sleeve of his jacket, hiding it with the experience he had gained over the past few days. It was not the say that zombies would be warned off with his knife. It was just in case these people happened to be greedy. There was a time when he almost got mugged while running away from zombies. It was absurd how people still desired material goods when there was brain eating monsters about. Of course, those people were all eaten by the zombies after their plans were thwarted. It seemed a fitting end to Vann, selfishness had no place in a crisis





@Aiakaos @SilverBlack @Zerataku

 

[SilverBlack]

Deanna glanced to her side toward the entrance of the store as she let out another puff of smoke, inspecting the unfamiliar lad by the door for a moment, and not bothering to nod when Owen told her to open the back door to freshen the air, but accepting his words as she stood up from her spot. She listened at the same time to the newcomer, who appeared to be of the same age as the purple-haired lad, when he asked if the people who are staying here have been bitten at all or not. Deanna didn't mind answering for she's pretty sure other people could take on that job, one such as Owen, although she's pretty sure that if there's really someone bitten here she would've killed him or her already. So far, there's none, unless that mysterious sound she had heard earlier but didn't check of some sort of closet opening and a few quiet rustles have been from an infected--or worse, a zombie--if that is true, it would be smart to quickly do some actions about it.


She decided to focus on the back door for now, though, as she made the way to the back of the store, pushing the stuffs in front of her out of the way while wrinkling her nose at the amount of dust that arose from it. When the woman finally reached the dirty handle, she opened it without much hesitation, allowing a cool breeze to enter while she peaked out to the eerie streets. Is that enough? Has the smoke that had made Owen unable to bear find its way to escape out now? Isn't there windows to this store too, anyway, or are they unable to open? Ugh, her back ached a little for sitting for too long earlier, causing her to frown.


Suddenly, a hand reached for her head caused her to immediately react by grabbing it firmly at almost the same second it reached out, and her scowl deepened at the sight of a grotesque zombie, its body already pretty much rotten away. Shutting the back door behind her to prevent the zombie from getting in, Deanna kicked hard at the approaching brain-eating monster enough for it to back up, letting out a disgusting roar as it fell to the ground. Skillfully, she lunged at it and pulled out her combat knife, then quickly thrust it into the head, making sure to also cut it open so the zombie could really be dead. As a last approach she stood up and with her match lit it on fire, her expression remaining the same calm look for being too used to performing and seeing all these bloody scenes going on ever since this zombie apocalypse began. Her eyebrows only twitched as some blood spilled onto her, dirtying her clothes.


Straightening herself up, Deanna walked back into the general store and made sure the back door is properly closed and locked before looking around, as if searching for something to clean her clothes. She threw one last look at the new lad, who called himself Vann, before turning her focus back to Owen.


"Where did ya put the clean water, again?"

 

[jole875]

"Not in the closet that much I can promise," Sven said stepping out from his half view. "Nice knife," Sven muttered walking in a brisk pace around the group of people. "I stiffly agree with this man, how long have you been staying here. I've been in the closet for three full days, I really believe I'd hear a bunch of babbling idi- people," Sven stopped himself from continuing, he was talking too much. To his gratitude none of them attempted to hurt the other newcomer, so he hadn't need of worrying too much, except that they can't keep an undead out properly.


"You know you'd be real surprised what you find in a closet, a half eaten bag of gummy baars is probably the best meal I've ever had. Maybe that's because I didn't find it till last night but that's beside the point. You people wouldn't happen to have any butter scotch around would you?" Other that Sven's questions his tight accent was giving way in his hungriness.


(Off to the carnival)


@SilverBlack @Aiakaos @Zerataku @LoveMyHate

 

[noname]

Owen Wang


He gave a small smile to the blonde boy before locking the front door. "We wouldn't all be staying here if we were bitten." He casually replied as if he had known the boy for a while rather than just now. "For starters, my name is Owen." He gestured an open palm to the blonde woman next to him, "This is Amanda." (@LoveMyHate @Zerataku)He blinked when he heard the back door close, "And over there is-" His eyes widened at the sight of Deanna. "Holy shit. Anna!" He darted over to her as she asked him where the water was. "A-are you okay? Did you get bit? No, of course you didn't. Never mind that question it was rhetorical." (@SilverBlack) He jumped when he heard an unfamiliar voice, taking a step back when he saw the masked figure.


If he had a baseball bat he would have immediately raised up his arms, prepared to swing. But it was still in his duffel bag, so he couldn't. "T-three days?" He repeated. How had he not noticed the man, he assumed to be male because of the voice, for THREE days?! This was terrible. How had the man managed to sneak inside? Owen stared at the figure. "...The butterscotch is in the third aisle..?" He had meant to state the answer, but a question mark lingered for he was still confused about how oblivious he had been to the man's existence. (@jole875 )

 

[SilverBlack]

"Shouldn't we be more suspicious of a man who just decided to randomly popped out of the closet on whether he's infected or not?" A scowl formed on Deanna's face as she finally learned the source of the mysterious closet noises just now. So there's a guy hiding in the closet all these times for a total of three days. It didn't surprise her that she didn't know, her careless and lazy manner most of the time often resulted in lack of attention. However, it's still a displeasure that there's someone else in the store she didn't know about, and she obviously tensed up also--an unfamiliar person has been with them for a total of 72 hours. Although he acted as if they're the one who might be infected, it appeared obvious for her that he might be the one slowly turning into a zombie instead, even with just a light bite by the hand. She ignored the rest of his words on how he managed to live inside the closet as she turned her attention back to Owen.


"I'm not bitten," she answered despite him calming himself down by saying of course she wouldn't be hurt by them, but that's really because there's only one. If she is against a large group alone, her fate would be unknown. Of course, although she--no, not only she herself, but all of them--appeared safe now, their future would always be a question mark. Whenever the store would go crumbling down with dozens of zombies lunging themselves at them---whenever they would leave the store because it no longer provided their useful supplies---it's never known. Whenever one of them would turn into a zombie, is also unknown. At least right now she should focus on the present, for example her dirtied shirts. "Just tell me where ya put the clean water so I can clean off this blood, or ya telling me to take 'em off and change right now?" She said, didn't mean to be rude but really didn't care about exposing her half-naked body in front of the people, for she's wearing undershirts after all.


(@Aiakaos @jole875 )

 

[LoveMyHate]

So those people didn't know Gas Mask...Well that's certainly awkward. First time out of a closet in three days and he wants butter scotch? Vann would have preferred water over that but then again, everyone has different tastes. He quietly nodded in agreement with Anna. Gas mask was suspicious. The mask could be used to hide a rotting face or to keep Gas mask from attacking anyone. Besides, a half pack of gummy bears was the best meal Gas Mask had despite being in a general store for the length of three days? That was certainly suspicious.


Vann glanced at his hidden blade. How did Gas Mask notice it? Also it was getting annoying to keep referring to gas mask as gas mask so Vann decided to just call him Gas until Gas introduced himself. Gas's voice was decidedly male. It appeared that neither Anna nor Owen had known Gas was there. Was this place safe? Well the transparent doors could be broken by enough zombies but did Gas's presence confirm a separate entrance? Vann put his knife away.


"So I guess everyone is human here?" He asked.

 

[jole875]

"To my belief, everyone here seems to not be trying to claw at each other. Then again a touch suffice for death around strangers, would it not handsome," said Sven with a nod towards the violet haired fellow. "You can call me Grim," Sven had acknowledged their curiosity as best he could. "If it makes you feel any better I had to climb through a very high and small window, why I came all depends on who you are and you know, now for that butter scotch," With that Sven scurried off to the isle in which he was told butterscotch was in. After lucking over all the other items around the butter scotch he grabbed three large bags and made his way back to the group.


"If you didn't know butar scotch is one of few candies that lasts long periods of time and keep your body filled with calories to burn if eaten at the right pace, also they are tasty," Sven said as he slipped the bags into his jacked as best he could and sighed, his mask lenses fogging up in the darkness they emitted. "So I'm guessing everyone slept well, cuddled some stuffed animals, something of that sort?" Sven asked chuckling at the end.

 

[Dawnsx]

"I slept pretty well." Ariel responded with a small laugh. There wasn't much truth in that, but it wasn't a lie. Sure, he slept restlessly, stirring once in a while to make sure no zombies somehow climbed onto the roof, but at least he wasn't too tired. Finishing the last couple of bites of his breakfast, Ariel sat up straighter in his seat and began to consider Riley's question. They needed to get supplies, that was definite. He knew for a fact that he was going to be stuck here for a while. He couldn't contact any of his family members, nor did he think that any evacuation team would find their way around the school. The best bet was probably to go out as often as possible and hopefully find some other humans that can help them.


And maybe, just maybe, he'll be able to find Evan.


Ariel sighed and tilted his head up to look at the ceiling. He needed to get Evan out of his mind for now. Otherwise he'll get too fixated on him and do something stupid just to find him. Shaking his head, he turned back to Riley. "Let's go out today to that market a couple of streets down from here. We need to get more water before summer comes. Maybe some batteries or something too, while we're at it."


@RubyRose

 

[RubyRose]

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"I'm glad to hear that." Riley replied cheerfully and she truly was. All of the zombie movies she had watched with her dad had people who didn't sleep well, ended up becoming extremely tired, and then doing something stupid. Sleeping restfully was the of first and actually utmost importance, in Riley's opinion, for surviving the mess they had landed in.


"Hey, while we're out can we keep an eye out for like weapon shops or something? I doubt I'll be able to find a sword... though I really want one. Not because I know hot to use one but it'd come in handy! But... I mean... I need a better weapon then my pocket knife in case I do have to face one of those things!" From her tone and expression you'd think Riley was discussing going to a sports came and needing to find a good mitt and glove for practice. But then, she was also 15 and the thought of actually dying was not really on her mind. She just knew she'd survive this and make it back to her father and everything would be alright. She believed it with all of her heart... Then again she also had been spared seeing any real death yet, as well.


"Course, it's best we be ninjas instead of actually fighting anything... but back up plan! You must always have a Plan B, C, and D!" She said, quoting her father. "So when will we head out? Right now? In a little while? I don't see why we wouldn't just head out right now... it's not like we have anything better to do. Or do we?" Riley hadn't been at the school quite long enough to have figured out if there was any sort of routine here. "So hey, we should keep an eye out for radios as well as batteries! I don't know if I've told you this... probably have... but I'm going to say it again because I want you to remember! My dad's taught me a bit about rigging radios... and sides, it would be good to have one in case there's anything broadcasting! So... list: Water, Food of all sorts, a better weapon for me... oh hey! They're might be bats in this school somewhere right? Maybe we won't have to worry about a weapon after all... But then perhaps they've all been cleared out... have you come across anything?" Riley said before remembering she had been stating a list. "Sorry... so water, food, batteries, and a radio! That's easy enough." As she spoke, Riley bounced on her toes with a heaping helping of energy.


@Dawnsx

 

[Zerataku]

Amanda smiled as she was introduced to the new guy, but her attention was caught off guard as someone strange made their way out of a closet in the store. "How in the hell...?" She said angrily, but that soon changed as she realized he was no threat. Or at least he didn't seem to be. He was more funny than anything, and that made her put her guard down. Someone with some humor needed to be around these parts. "No stuffed animals, but I feel like I need one sometimes. So... what's up with the mask" She put her arm around his shoulder as she asked him this.


@jole765

 

[noname]

Owen Wang


The boy widened his eyes and shook his head at Deanna. "No no! Please don't take your clothes off here. The clean water should be neatly piled in the storage room right next to the.." His eyes trailed back to the masked man, "..closet." He frowned as he eyed the man in the aisle before leading Deanna to the said area, unlocking the room with the master key and handed a water bottle to her. "Here you go. And just a reminder that we do have hand sanitizer somewhere in the aisles too, Anna. I'm sure they have long yet to expire." (@SilverBlack )He then promptly retrieved his baseball bat from his duffel bag and walked back to the others, facing the masked man as he spoke. "Well, Mister Grim, I'd rather you only stick with one bag of candy unless you aren't planning to stay here for long. As you can see, this store isn't a supermarket and soon enough food will run out." (@jole875 )


Unlike Amanda, Owen wasn't amused at the man's sense of humor. He couldn't see how anyone could be so laid back and casual when confronting a group of strangers in the middle of a new era of survival. He looked at Amanda, who had draped her arm over the man, "Please don't let your guard down. As Deanna said, we don't know if this man is infected. I really wouldn't want to risk you getting infected too if that's the case, Amanda."( @Zerataku ) He let his metal bat rest on his shoulder as he then looked at Vann, who he hoped didn't have the same sense of humor or attitude as Grim, "To answer your questions. I've been in this store about a week before Deanna joined me, followed by Amanda." He paused when he realized he was pronouncing Deanna's name correctly. Perhaps it was because he was acting seriously. "Besides you and Mister Grim here, yes. We're human. We just need solid evidence to prove the two of you are one of us." He gestured to himself, Amanda, and Deanna. "I don't mean to be rude, Vann. But I would prefer if you assure us that you are human rather than the opposite." Owen held the key with his fingers before enclosing it in a fist again. "You were the one let in here right now after all. Not us.To add on, we didn't sneak in here like someone else did." He glanced at Grim. (@LoveMyHate )

 

[LoveMyHate]

Vann smiled at Owen, the boy was rational. Wait, so the black haired woman wasn't called Anna? Her name is Deanna? Was she seriously going to strip in the middle of store? Well that's not really important right now. Vann glanced at Amanda. Inwardly he wondered the saying about blondes were true or if Amanda just happened to have a 'fun' personality.


"I'm sure that I'm human but I don't know how to prove it. Do I strip down and you check my body for bites or something?" Vann asked innocently.


Vann decided to take their word that they were human. Well if they weren't, then the safest option would be to team up with Grim, since the others weren't with him. He hoped it wouldn't be like that. Infected people in their early stages, if they were smart in their lifetime, were smart zombies. The information about butter scotch seemed helpful and Vann made a mental note to get a bag later.

 

[Dawnsx]

Ariel smiled and waited patiently for Riley to finish listing all the things they needed. She was right though- They needed weapons, and a radio would definitely be helpful in case something ever happens outside. A well-formulated plan was also in order. It wouldn't do them any good to just senselessly charge down the streets to the closest shop they can find. After Riley finished stating her ideas, Ariel nodded in agreement with all that she has said. "We'll leave right now. Better to head out when there's daylight. Then when we come back, we can search around the school for some of those baseball bats that you mentioned."





He stood up and picked up his duffle bag that he had set near the wall a couple of days ago. He dug out the kitchen knife that he had wrapped in a piece of cloth, then took out his clothes and put them on the table. "We can put the things we find in here. Hopefully it won't be too much to carry. As for a plan... Let's just stick with stealth mode. Hide when we see zombies, and run when the coast is clear. I didn't see much zombies around here when I was on the roof, so it shouldn't be too hard." With a reassuring pat on Riley's shoulder, he continued, "If things get too bad though, like swarms of zombies or something, you just run away as fast as you can, alright? I'll distract them somehow, and I'll hopefully get away."





Ariel headed towards the door, but paused with a small frown on his face. "Wait... Would they have radios in the market though? From what I know, that market seems to sell mostly food."





@RubyRose

 

[SilverBlack]

Deanna followed Owen as he led her to the aisles with the clean water she needed. "Gotcha," she replied shortly when she grabbed the water bottle handed to her and listened to the lad's words about the hand sanitizer. She has only known him for a week, yet his behaviors and actions have proved that he's more than able for his young age, mature as well, a good leader---at least she could tell, probably a better one than her too, who is usually lazy and didn't like to take on responsibilities. The thoughts flew past her mind as she opened the bottle and poured bits of water onto herself, wetting her clothes but at least cleaning off the blood. Then, reaching deeper into the aisle, she located the hand sanitizer and used it as well, all the while not concentrating on Owen's conversation with the others until she was done with herself.


When she finally walked back to the group, with a lighted new cigarette held between her fingers, she was just in time to overhear Vann's---or so the new lad called himself to be--questioned on how to prove he's human, and asked if he's supposed to strip or not. His words were easy enough for Deanna to figure out what's going on, and she frowned, thinking why such questions even needed to be asked when he just answered it himself.


"Strip," she cut into the conversation with her deep voice loud and clear. "Quickest and fastest way to see if ya's infected." A puff of smoke escaped her mouth as she looked up and glanced at the lad, her eyebrows twitched when she saw his expression. "What ya looking all innocent for, ya are a man ya don't need worrying over being seen naked do ya."


By no mean did she mean it to be a joke, for as her personality, she likes to deal with things fast and get it over with, eliminating someone if they don't belong here, keeping someone if they won't be an issue. Unlike Owen, who has the patience to keep her around for a week to make her prove she's indeed not bitten, Deanna did not have that kind of mindset. Taking off one's clothes and checked if there's any zombie bite marks would indeed be efficient--and it would be something Sven would need to do too---unless Owen did not like her idea and states otherwise. A sigh escaped her mouth then at the thought.


(@Aiakaos @LoveMyHate )

 

[noname]

Owen Wang


He shot Deanna a look, the word 'No' right at the tip of his tongue before he considered her idea. Knowing Deanna, she certainly wasn't joking around at the moment. Owen glanced between Vann and Deanna before nodding at her. "I'm afraid I have to agree." Stripping would indeed be the most efficient and safest method to ensure they weren't facing an infected person. In the beginning it was only him and Deanna, making it easy for him to give her time since it would turn out as a one on one battle if she was infected. But now he had to make sure three people, including himself would be safe. Grim seemed very capable of winning over them, granting his build and how he had sneaked in without anyone noticing, who knows what else he could do. Vann as well, Owen didn't know what the new boy was competent of.


But he didn't like the idea of stripping. It felt like an act of humiliation or dehumanization if the person had no choice but to do so. Owen looked at Grim and Vann. "But I won't force you to strip. You don't have to take off your clothes if you don't want to." He glanced at Deanna. "If you choose to strip, Deanna will be the one to check if you have any wounds that are a red flag to us." (@SilverBlack ) He continued. "If you choose to keep your clothes on, I'll give you a week to see if you guys will change into one of..them." Owen looked outside before he redirected his focus and pointed his baseball bat at the two males, gripping it tight in his hand. "Do you agree? We'll just kick you out if you don't for either of the options I gave." (@LoveMyHate @jole875 )