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- 『Laura " A P P L E " Barton』
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l l You know, there's fussy, and there's just plain gettin' on my nerves l l
Apple had run into several survivors once the helicopter that had recused her and her two fellows off the oil rig but it didn't take long for one to succumb to the alien virus, the other had been out for a good twenty minutes before Apple heard some shooting in the distance. It'd been a slight hell of a morning and right now, the poor girl just prayed that everything was okay with the poor guy. It seemed like forever was the last time Apple had taken a giant rest.
LA, cities of ******** hopes and dreams, Apple mused and snorted. Seemed like it right now alright, what she wouldn't give to know if her siblings were alright or if they were dead. Not zombified but dead as a nail, not moving kinda dead. She would never be ready to see any of her beloved family turned into zombies... she would rather see their corpse rotting. For now though, personally, she was safe. She and her friend had made refuge in a small erotic store that had no large and accessible windows that could lead to zombies coming in without them knowing. The only way she could see outside was from a small tiny peephole from the cardboard that boarded up the door.
There were no back exits except a large garage door that was firmly shut and locked up. Apple felt safe, but not safe enough to sleep soundly. Next to said door was always a shotgun and for the not very perfectly aim gal, a large and in charge mace and machete.But with very little food and supplies left (batteries though, for one, weren't going to go missing for a while) and with her partner being out there alone finding something to sustain them, the place could have been improved.
With what she did find in the store though, explosives had been made. Although if someone were to judge her little... toys... she'd beat them to a pulp! Yes, she knew they looked quite... suggestive and humorous in a time like this but whether they looked like adult toys or not, they exploded and worked like a charm.
"C'mon guy... 'here are ya? Can't wait around all day, now" Apple mumbled to herself, peeking through the hole. For sure, she couldn't see MUCH but it gave her a rather large idea of what was around her outside. the girl slid down onto the floor and opened the little ammo box they had found, not many were left now, maybe a clip and a half. The blonde texan groaned and rubbed her forehead. If she could somehow get to the airport she could get one of her family's helicopters and fly away, find survivors and make way to one place she knew anyone could be safe.
Another god damn oil rig but this one being still under construction and empty at the time the virus had hit. Convenient huh?
((Sorry, it's long but I got reeeeally bored v.v))
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Grab my hands the only you can hold and we'll go away
We're escaping from here immediately before it's too late.
We're escaping from here immediately before it's too late.
We gotta {escape}, we got to escape, -yeah!-
❝From everything❞ <without> any exceptions
We gotta [forsake], we got to forsake yeah!
Take my hand!
❝From everything❞ <without> any exceptions
We gotta [forsake], we got to forsake yeah!
Take my hand!
The moment things start to change, immediately get out of this place.
As long as we don't miss any signs to make {The Great Escape}
I won't wait until the beginning of the end
I believe that if we are -together- there's nothing to worry about.
As long as we don't miss any signs to make {The Great Escape}
I won't wait until the beginning of the end
I believe that if we are -together- there's nothing to worry about.
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⋙⋙ It had seemed like a good idea to come here. Of course it did...the college he attended had the degree he wanted. It had everything he could need in order to graduate. Well, now what was happening? Some weird virus made people just like zombies. Damn...what the hell was going on? Damn government and they're retarded experiments. Yes...that's all he could do. Blame the government. Then again, it wasn't going to help him escape from these things clutches. No...that was his own abilities that helped him.
Where was he now? Roaming around, making sure not to attract whatever was nearby. With him, he had a backpack filled with food, batteries, his cell phone, and a first aid kit. The first aid kid was strapped around his backpack. Why? Well...it didn't fit in his bag. Of course, his bag would end up slowing him down one day. He'd probably end up just abandoning it and running. Of course, one thing he couldn't abandon was his guitar. It was in its case at the moment, being held by the handle in his left hand. In his right hand was a crudely made spear made out of those weird stick things that was used in pool. It was pretty handy actually, despite being made of wood. If it was strong enough to pierce through a person's head, then it was good enough for him. Of course...he hadn't used it much.
Tch.... Where the hell am I supposed to go... He looked around. He didn't have any idea of where to go. After all, in most zombies games and movies, the survivors were just trying to find a place that didn't have any zombies there. Where the hell would that be here? An island...that was a bad choice. If there was even one zombie, the population there was screwed. Well, that was his opinion anyway. Hm...where else would be safe. A police station? That was an option...definitely not going to no damn hospitals though. A place where there wasn't much people...so he would have to avoid super markets, hospitals, probably the police station...basically anywhere that people would be to try and be safe. He stopped as he stared at a small erotic store. He scratched the side of his head, wondering if people would even think of hiding here. He walked slowly up towards it and stopped. Nah...no one was probably hiding there and even if there was anyone there, there probably wouldn't be any supplies. Kris sighed. He could probably at least see if there was anyone there. He spoke, quiet enough not to attract attention, but loud enough to be heard....if there was even a slight opening for his voice to be heard. "Hey...is anyone there?"
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| Location: Some street | Status: Other than being alone in a huge, unsafe, city, fantastic |
Home, sweet ******** home. It wasn't always like this. There used to be millions of people in this city. Now, theres millions of them. If wasn't for our amazing government, there might still be a million people in the whole damn country! Well, it's too late now. Hell, there mine as well not even countries anymore. After all, there's no governments. No military. Nothing at all! 'Sometimes, I wish I had the balls to pull the damned trigger...' The boy thought to himself, referring to a time he almost 'opt'd out' of this living hell. Anyway, he continued walking down the empty street.
His gave turned to an overturned car, with looks suggesting that it had burned. He cringed at the sight of a burned skeleton in the driver's seat, half of it looking as if it had tried to crawl from the wreckage. 'What a way to go... He thought, looking back to the path in front of him. His hand tapped the holster to his pistol, giving him comfort at the thought of his .45 caliber hand gun. It had saved his life many times, but he was running low on ammo. His other hand slide an inch from his hunting knife, which was in the opposite pocket. Not too smart walking with it outside of a sleeve, but it'd have to do. Throughout this, his backpack was slightly bouncing with each step, it's contents safely tucked away in it's compartments. It was really only the essentials. A basic thrown together first aid kit, ammo, water, and some granola bars. Nothing too fancy.
He came to an intersection. Three different paths to choose from. 'Which way to go... He thought, until deciding to go to the right. Down the street, he saw a few stores. Maybe he'd find something.
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Apple gave a quick shot and grabbed onto the giant mace next to her and readied herself for anything but when a voice came out of the guy, the girl slacked her aim a bit. Survivor? She looked around and made herself more visible. Of all places for someone to look, here. But then again... SHE was here too.
"Tell me boy, survivor? Or ya be infected? Bitten? If ya be infected boy I bett'r warn ya ta go away 'n make sure the door don't hurt you on the way out" Apple held even tighter onto the mace, the only time her partner's out and some damn person's entering their hideout. Wait, why wasn't the door locked!? THE RETARD DIDN'T LOCK IT!?
Apple did however let go of the mace and waved the guy in, didn't seem like he was infected or bitten in any way. "Jesus, com'in guy! Lock the door behind ya"
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Grab my hands the only you can hold and we'll go away
We're escaping from here immediately before it's too late.
We're escaping from here immediately before it's too late.
We gotta {escape}, we got to escape, -yeah!-
❝From everything❞ <without> any exceptions
We gotta [forsake], we got to forsake yeah!
Take my hand!
❝From everything❞ <without> any exceptions
We gotta [forsake], we got to forsake yeah!
Take my hand!
The moment things start to change, immediately get out of this place.
As long as we don't miss any signs to make {The Great Escape}
I won't wait until the beginning of the end
I believe that if we are -together- there's nothing to worry about.
As long as we don't miss any signs to make {The Great Escape}
I won't wait until the beginning of the end
I believe that if we are -together- there's nothing to worry about.
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⋙⋙ Kris scratched his head in slight frustration as the girl just kept on talking. She didn't sound like she was from California, but then again...neither did he. Coming into the store, he closed the door and locked it. Of course, he also made sure to put whatever he was holding onto the ground and turn around with his hands slightly up in the air. He wasn't the type to just raise it high as if he was at some concert. "No, I haven't been bitten or infected or....any of that. Hope that's some sort of relief and my name's Kris." Kris wondered why they were hiding in this kind of store in the first place. It was kinda....awkward. No, it was very awkward. They don't seem like the type to be using any of these items either. Still, at least it showed that this didn't have that many people hiding out here. He put his hands down, mostly because he didn't want to be holding them up in the air for more than a few minutes. Plus, it does get tiring.
"Hey....just wondering a bit but...why are you hiding in this kind of building anyway..?" He wondered what their answer would be. He then started thinking that he probably should've introduced himself in a less weird way. Then again, with the times like this, it didn't really matter how they introduced themselves...as long as they knew each others names. Yes...names in battle were very important, especially considering the fact that if you yelled 'HEY YOU', ninety percent of the time, everyone would turn their heads and cause quite a scene.
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As her body floated back down from where it had been in dream land and began the waking up ritual, her mind violently shied from the idea. How could she open her eyes to such a world for another day of endless suffering and carnage? But eventually she did pry her eyes open, reaching up slowly to wipe away the crust that her dried well of tears had left from just a few hours ago. It wasn't even morning anymore, but she had had no sleep last night, and the few hours that she had drifted away felt blissful to her mind and body. Her spirit, however, she felt was shattered from what she had had to do....No, she would not think on that. Her wonderful boss was now resting peacefully and would thankfully stay that way, never to walk the streets like the rest of those....things.
She sat up from the spot on the floor she had finally collapsed upon and stretched her arms widely, rocking herself back and forth to try and ease the aching of her body from the unyielding wood floor. The impatient shuffling and snorts below told her that the horses were still at ease and were simply hungry, having completely missed their breakfast due to Anya's collapsing and prompt departure to Dreamville. She would feed them now so as not to prolong their suffering.
The stable hands had left a few days ago in perfect health, she was glad to know, but her and the boss lady had stayed on to keep the 55 horses and foals fed and kept alive. Mrs. Walsh had believed that this dilemma which had struck the country would be dealt with soon, but as the days turned into a week, that hope seemed to dwindle along with the time until finally there was none left of this epidemic ever being resolved any time soon. Of course, too soon after that realization came the need to get more food, not only for the two women still on the property but for the horses who were rapidly going through both hay and grain. And so Mrs. Walsh had ventured into a part of the city where the feed store they frequented was, only to come back looking quite shocked, carrying only half of the required food stuffs with her and then only for the horses. It was shortly after that that things became...strange, and then Anya had to....
She stood up quickly, hearing the weary cracking of her knees protesting against the sudden movement. She hurried from the small apartment at the top of the barn and descended the stairs to quickly begin bringing in buckets to fill with grain for the stomping creatures.
She could not stay in this barn forever, and she rather doubted she would be able to frequent the feed store more than a couple of times to be able to get the amount of food she needed to keep her horses healthy and alive.
She eventually would have to do something drastic and turn them loose to fend for themselves. She would not leave them in the pastures where they would strip the land of all nutrition and be left to starve to death. No, she was rather hopeful that they would stay together in their respective herds and move as one away from the city and toward greener pastures. She could not even smile at her own pun.
Yes, she would do that after their feeding. However, she was determined to keep some of them for herself. There was no way she was getting very far in a car, and the wagon that was kept on the premises was rather loud and cumbersome, but she need not bring it into the city to attract the attention of all the....things....roaming around the streets. No, she could simply make a trip or two to grab food stuffs, throw it all in the wagon and, with a few horses, strike out on her own toward the hill sides where there was little chance of meeting any of those things.
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| Location: Some street | Status: Other than being alone in a huge, unsafe, city, fantastic |
Shawn continued down the street, passing many more abandoned cars, trucks, and vans. The whole damn city seemed to have just disappeared, and it kinda did. It made Shawn kind of sad to see his home town go to wastes like this, it was once, after all, one of the greatest cities in the USA. But now, there really isn't an America anymore, is there? Anyway, Shawn continued on towards the store before stopping when he noticed that it was an...erotic store. Well, this'll be interesting... he thought before pulling on the handle and walking a few steps in. "Hello..." He said, sounding a bit awkward, but with good reason. His eyes scanned the store, finding various....objects....strewn about.
