☠ ʙɪᴛᴇʀs {a zombie roleplay} (accepting 3m3f)

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[Robotic Fetus Cake]

Ｄｅｃｌａｎ xxＲｉｓｔｅｖ

Declan stared at the scabbed skin that covered the stump where his left hand had once been. He could still feel his missing fingers—He was wiggling them all right now, though no movement came from the mutilated limb. He sighed, stood up from the B&B’s tiny kitchen table, and moved to the window. Outside, he watched Mavis wrench her maul from the split skull of a corpse dressed in decaying overalls. Hefting his hiking bag, he unlocked the front door and walked slowly to join Mavis in the yard. As she slowly, almost lovingly, wiped the gore from her maul, Dec realized with surprise that he had come to respect and even grudgingly admire his companion. Dec prided himself on his athleticism and fighting skills, and even despite his handicap, he was sure he could handle the undead bastards that were apparently ravaging the world. However, that had been before his first encounter with a herd. More than 50 biters had almost trapped him in a trailer park that he was scouting for supplies, and he would have certainly died if not for Mavis’ intervention. She cut a path through the biters and helped Declan climb to the top of an RV, where the pair remained until the herd gradually drifted away. Dragging his mind back to the present, he gave a small smile as he approached his companion, and she grinned back at him. "Ready to go?"


Their trip into town began uneventfully, with the duo finding little success in finding supplies at first. Eventually, though, Declan found a small cupboard in the teacher’s lounge of Acadia’s primary school stocked with chips, peanuts, melted chocolate, and several cans of beans. Although elated to have found even a small amount supplies, Declan felt a growing sense of unease as they continued scavenging. They had not seen any survivors or biters since entering the town. Dec knew that Acadia’s population had always been small, and as such should harbor relatively few people, dead or alive, but he had still expected to find someone. But the town was dead; the only sound he could hear was the occasional flutter of the American flag that still flew proudly on the pole in front of the school, seemingly unaware of the fate that had befallen its nation. Just as Declan was about to remark to Mavis on the lack of activity, she did a double-take. "I think I just saw someone walk into that bookstore." Dec's eyes narrowed as he followed her gaze up the road. Unsheathing their weapons, the pair warily approached the store and looked through the smudged window. "I'll be damned." Standing just inside the door of the shop was a young girl, and beyond her Declan could see a man moving cautiously through the store.

Location: Bed and breakfast => bookstore
Accompanied by: Mavis, strangers

The solution is I see a whole world of these m u t a n t k i d s xxx

Fused at the w r i s t, I simply tell them they should shoot at t h i s xxxxx

Simply s u g g e s t my chest and this confused music, it's xxxxxxx

Obviously best for them to turn their guns into a f i s t.xxxxxxxxxx

[Healing Wrath]

𝓑ｅｌｌｅ 𝓦ｙｌｌｅ

A shiver ran up her spine as she thrashed back and forth in her sleep, nightmares of the tragic end of her family. Conjuring up images that would torture her and make her worry if these horrors could be true, if her family suffered that fate. Eyes widening revealing her dark orbs she felt flustered. Rolling over onto her other side she realized she was sweating. Though refusing to take her jacket off she sat up and slid off the bed. Feet firmly placed on the ground she sighed picking up her bag and walking down stairs. This house was nice, the bed was comfortable kind of... And it was safe, as safe as anything could be these days. It was a warm-sh kind of day though it was cloudy, an unpleasant look to the sky just highlighting the unpleasantness of the current day. It seemed as if Belle had slept majority of the day, Belle never really had much trouble with sleep. Pulling the thick straps of her backpack over her shoulders, placing her Machete which rested on the kitchen counter into it's holster and picked up her rifle. The brunette had little food left and she needed more, Pacing herself was difficult. There was never enough food, well at least from the failed supply runs Belle had done. Today she decided to go into town, If it was a town then more people would be there.... more people meant more infected...More infected meant survivors most likely didn't raid the place for supplies which meant there might be food there. Well that's what she was hoping for. Dried leaves crunched under heavy boots, the young woman was walking at a quick pace desperate to get to Town as soon as possible.

It felt like a long time before reaching town, but she did. Hunching over as her stomach churned and grumbled. Lethargic and sore she sunk down to the leafy ground and sat down. Resting her rifle next to her and shrugging her bag off her back and placing it in her lap. Unzipping it and rummaging through her supplies fingers feeling the contents of the bag. Slender fingers wrapped around a rectangular object, the crinkling of a wrapper confirmed it was one of the energy bars. How Ironic, she needed energy and the bar was for energy, though she didn't laugh at how ridiculous it was. Placing the wrapped bar between her teeth as she pulled the backpack back over her shoulders securing the old looking bag onto her back, Pushing herself off the ground before unwrapping the bar. The smell of the bar which was subtle caused her stomach to grumble loudly, lucky no lurkers were around. After three bites and rapidly chewing the energy bar had been consumed. Bending down and picking up her rifle she started to walk into town. In the distance she could see two figures, this made her pause in her tracks. What was she to do? Turn around? Maybe they were just walkers. Quietly getting closer she realized they weren't walker's. Aiming her rifle at the duo as she approached them. They were outside of a bookstore. Coming to a halt when she was a few steps away.
"Turn around slowly and hands in the air!"

Ordering them to do so in her Australian accent, furrowing her eyebrows in concentration. Her heart was beating rapidly, she was anxious. Hopefully these people weren't dangerous. "Now..." A female and a male, The male was handicapped and the woman well it was hard to tell if they were threats. There was never any way of knowing if a stranger was dangerous or harmless. These days there were a lot of dangerous folk, some even more dangerous then walkers. Dark eyes were glued to the duo, refusing to let them out of her sight, as much as she was anxious about the duo and scared she was prepared to shoot if she needed to. The young beauty had never killed anyone though, Yes she had hurt someone in self defense but she couldn't kill. Belle did not have that in her yet, being alone taught her things but she missed out on learning things only a group could supply her.







ｗｈｅｒｅ ~~☆ Suburbs ==> Town Bookstore Ｗｉｔｈ ~~☆ Strangers
ｉｎｖｅｎｔｏｒｙ ~~☆ Backpack: Energy bar x4, Water bottle 1L x2, Lighter, Packet of dried fruit x3, Nail file. Weapon's: Sniper Rifle, Machete, Rifle bullets x18 ｏｕｔｆｉｔ ~~☆ Belle Attire
ｏｏｃ ~~☆ This isn't my best. D; Having a bad day. ;c;



Everybody's got a dark side
Do you love me? Can you love mine?
Nobody's a picture perfect
But we're worth it
You know that we're worth it
Will you love me? Even with my dark side?

[Abhorred]

♦ʍαvís ℓчnch♦

ＯＨ, ＢＵＴ ＴＨＩＳ ＩＳ ＬＩＦＥ ＷＥ'ＲＥ ＬＩＶＩＮ'

ＬＩＦＥ ＡＩＮ'Ｔ ＡＬＷＡＹＳ 'ＢＯＵＴ ＦＯＲＧＩＶＩＮ'

Declan and Mavis's short trek came to a halt when Mavis saw a figure across the road and creep into the bookstore. It was far too agile to be a biter, not to mention the way it seamlessly slipped through the door. Splitting maul in hand, Mavis, nudged her companion and pointed out the shop down the street. Declan followed her gaze and readied his M16. Cautiously, they inched down the road towards the building, monitoring the alleyways for any roaming lurkers. When they came to a stop in front of the shabby store, Mavis pressed her face against the glass, cupping her hand over the reflection to shield the light ❝It's just a kid,❞ she informed Declan, who was glimpsing at the shop front, in a near whisper. Only a thin panel of glass separated her and the little girl, and she was sure she could hear her too. She gave a tiny smile and waved to the kid before the tread a sneaker behind her made her freeze. ❝Turn around slowly and hands in the air!❞ barked a feminine voice tinged with a mild accent from over her shoulder.

Mavis shot a look at the man next to her, cocking her eyebrow. From the sounds of the footsteps, the attacker was alone. An ambush? The thought formed skeptically in her mind. It was two to one, and even though her maul was no match for a bullet, Declan had a gun as well. She moved her hands slightly, not raising them, but spacing them slightly farther away from her hips, to make it clear she wasn't reaching for anything in her pockets. Her axe still dangled in her hands. Holding another sidelong glance with her partner, Mavis gave a slight nod and whirled around. Her her right fist swung up to meet the neck of the weapon as she planted her feet into a battle stance. Knuckles whitened with her tightening grip and she sized up the opponent with a hardened poker face and to her left, she could hear the click of Declan's assault rifle. A muscle twitched in the side of her face when she realized the weapon pointed at them was a sniper. The scope's got to be pretty much useless, she noted. Doubtless, it was still a danger, but she couldn't imagine the woman's aim would be pretty mediocre at this distance.

❝I'm not sure why you're in the position to make demands,❞ Mavis said coolly, though her pulse was racing. Without a long-distance weapon, she felt like a sitting duck. Declan would have her back, just as she'd have his, but if this chick was to shoot at her, there wasn't much she could do. Her fingers wrapped even more tightly around her maul, ragged, uneven fingernails digging into her palm on the other side. She could feel her flesh protesting and clenched harder; concentrating on the little crescents of irritated skin helped keep her voice steady and her hands from shaking. An image of the little girl standing behind the shop door, probably still watching the scene, resurfaced in her thoughts and Mavis hoped the scuffle could be resolved without any bloodshed. ❝What exactly is it that you're trying to do?❞ She shifted slightly on her point in the tense triangular standoff, closely studying the attacker's movement and waiting to strike in a split-second if need be.





location: streets // mood: tense // company: Declan, (Belle), (people in the shop)
outfit // inventory

Young men don't need pardons
How much love you gonna make
Keep your head above the water
And breathe before the ice of the lake
ι αιn'τ gοππα lετ hιm τωιsτ mψ ωrιsτ,
ι αιn'τ gοππα lετ hιm κιss τhεsε lιρs, οh nο nο

[NoctusKnight]

-----------Aʟɪᴄɪᴀ Gᴡᴇɴ Nᴏʀʀɪs
The Smiling Schoolgirl.

"You should smile more Calvin. We're still alive, right?"

I'm here: The Bookstore Feeling pretty: Scared Hanging with: Nanuk

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❝ Alicia watched as Nanuk picked through the bookstore, pushing aside the shelves slowly and carefully. He disappeared into the darkness and all she could hear was the slight rustle of the books. Nanuk seemed to realize that she could no longer see him though, probably because he couldn't see her. "Hey Allie. I'm over here okay?" he quietly called out. Alicia felt herself nod before she gathered her voice and replied with an affirmative. No longer having his back to focus on, she turned her gaze elsewhere when she thought she heard someone outside. Turning around, she peered out the window and to her surprise, she saw someone looking back at her. It was a woman and she gave the little girl a small smile and a wave. Allie was ready to wave back and call Nanuk when a louder voice rang out. "Allie? Did you say something?" she heard Nanuk call out. Allie squinted through the darkness and the dirty window to see the gun aimed at the people outside and she squeaked.

"C-Calvin!" her tiny voice cut through the quiet and Nanuk was already on his way back. One glance out the door and he put his arm in front of Alicia, pushing her back a little. He assumed she'd already be seen but he put himself in front of her in case the standoff turned into a shoot out. "A-are you gonna help them?" she asked hesitantly, glancing up at him. Nanuk looked down at her then at the door then around the shop.

"Get behind the counter okay?" he asked. He pushed her down a little, instructing her to crouch and she slowly made her way over to the side where the counter was located and hid beneath it. Nanuk wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and clenched the bat he had in his hands feeling totally unprepared for this. The two of them hadn't run into many other people along the way and usually when they did, they pitied Alicia at least. He could remember the first scrap he'd gotten into that didn't end very well. A group of five men beat him up pretty good back when everything first went to hell. One of them heard Alicia crying next to the dumpster that Nanuk had pushed her against when he heard them coming. Nanuk pleaded behind a busted lip and swollen eye that they leave her alone and willingly offered them his things if they let them go. It was hard for him, a boy born and raised in wealth to have to beg but by then, he'd grown fond enough of Allie to protect her. They let the both of them go after taking all their things but one, in mercy threw the backpack back with Allie's inhaler inside.

Since then, he still hadn't found a gun and he still really didn't have any fighting experience. Mustering a bit of courage, he reached out and gently tapped on the glass. There was no time to check and see of there was a back entrance and Alicia had already been seen.

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Optimism is a happiness magnet
If you stay positive
Good things and good people
Will be drawn to you

[Healing Wrath]

𝓑ｅｌｌｅ 𝓦ｙｌｌｅ

Thump, Thump, Thump Each heartbeat made Belle feel as if her heart was going to burst through her chest, this was not a pleasant situation to be in and noticing the male had an assault rifle was bad on her part. If she had to then he would be the first to go, melee weapons were the next thing to worry about. Belle started to rack her brain for something that could work in her favor. Inhaling a big amount of air then releasing it through her nose she turned the rifle towards Mavis, hoping this would make the male hesitate to do anything. It only took one shot to fatally injure or even kill this woman. No matter how reluctant she was to fir the gun at another human being she needed to live and if these people were dangerous well the only way she could look at it was It's them or me. Her dark eyes shifted to the red headed woman who decided to speak up. "I don't see how you are in any position to talk either. If your friend moves you die, got it?" It felt as if a lump formed in her throat, having difficulty swallowing it. It was just in her mind, it was fear that was making her mouth dry. Dark eyes darted to the melee weapon Mavis held and noticed there was a slight shake to her hands. Maybe lying about the position they're in would work, Make them fear that she wasn't alone. Yes it was a lie but Belle could be very convincing when she wanted to be. "Besides what makes you think I'm alone?" Directing the reply at Mavis but her dark eyes were glued to Declan, she could still see Mavis at the corner of her vision but right now Declan could dispose of her within seconds. A glimpse of a child caught Belle's attention in the bookstore window but she disappeared and in her place a male stood there. Pursing her lips as she focused her attention back onto the duo who were ready to attack her whenever they saw fit. She wouldn't go down without a fight and would take others with her if she had to. Belle wasn't a violent person though, it created many difficulties for her to survive and it created a battle within herself emotionally and in her mind.

Dark orbs shifted over to Mavis as she spoke once more. "What does it matter to you?" she rhetorically asked in almost a whisper but it would be audible for the duo. Lips pursed, Eyebrows furrowed she decided to amuse them by giving an honest response. "I'm trying to stay alive...." A small sigh escaped her pillowy lips. Feeling conflicted on what to do in this situation, what was she supposed to say without looking emotionally weak in their eyes? Having mentioned she wasn't alone, which was a lie but they didn't know that. It could work to her favor unless they wanted a war on their hands. Well a fake war, but yet again they wouldn't know she is alone after lying convincingly. A pain in the temples made itself known, clenching her teeth to distract herself from the pain that would surely worsen. "It would be best just to put your weapons on the ground and keep your hands in the air. Please." Were the people in the bookstore with Mavis and Declan? That would mean Belle was definitely outnumbered, this thought crossed her mind and caused more distress though she kept her facial features from showing any emotions, keeping it blank had become a coping mechanism to hide the pain she felt.






ｗｈｅｒｅ ~~☆ Suburbs ==> Town Bookstore Ｗｉｔｈ ~~☆ Strangers (Mavis and Declan), Strangers in the Bookstore
ｉｎｖｅｎｔｏｒｙ ~~☆ Backpack: Energy bar x4, Water bottle 1L x2, Lighter, Packet of dried fruit x3, Nail file. Weapon's: Sniper Rifle, Machete, Rifle bullets x18 ｏｕｔｆｉｔ ~~☆ Belle Attire
ｏｏｃ ~~☆ This isn't my best. D; Having a bad day. ;c;



Everybody's got a dark side
Do you love me? Can you love mine?
Nobody's a picture perfect
But we're worth it
You know that we're worth it
Will you love me? Even with my dark side?

[Healing Wrath]

𝓐𝓂𝒶𝓁𝒾𝒶 𝓕𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓗𝒶𝓇𝓅𝑒𝓇

It had felt as if her and her father had been walking for a very long time before reaching the lake, out in the open wasn't always the best choice but Amalia needed rest. Stomach churning as every pregnant woman had to deal with. Walking away from her father needing some time to herself she walked towards the lake and sat down close by it. Embracing herself feeling slightly cold. Dark brown orbs watched the water flow, the barely audible sound of running water was comforting. IT was peaceful, something that hadn't existed in her world for a long time. Especially with all the loss her father and herself had suffered. After losing her mother and brother her father had not been the same, dealing with the loss had changed him. Amalia could tell at times he was worried about losing Amalia too, she knew and how could she blame him. Being pregnant in this type of world was more dangerous then anyone else trying to survive, there was needing to protect the unborn child, staying nutritious and then the birth of the child.... So many tings could go wrong. Breach birth, loss of too much blood, still born child, so on. This worried Amalia constantly eating at her thoughts, consuming her mind with worry.
"Everything is going to be okay, stop thinking about it " Mumbling to herself quietly trying to stop the deadly spiral of horrible thoughts.

Looking over her shoulder looking at her father briefly before focusing back on the lake. She worried about her father, Amy wished to speak with him to attempt to comfort him but for some reason she was frightened to try. Had this world taken her father away from her? No, he was a strong man, he had dealt with survival and loss before. Stubbornly thinking to herself that no matter what she would bring him out of the darkness consuming his emotions and mind bringing him back... he was all she had left. Amalia couldn't lose him too. Long brown locks falling down her back, her hair had grown a lot and even though it was difficult to maintain with little she could do with this world it was still nice. Placing her hand to her stomach she grumbled in discomfort, the baby just wasn't giving her a break today. Her stomach wasn't big only being 2 months pregnant but the nausea sure as hell was bad. Pearly white teeth clenched, locking her jaw stubbornly not wanting to bring up the food she had managed to keep in her stomach. It wasn't long until Amalia pushed herself onto her hands and knees being violently ill. The grass coated in the little she had eaten, the smell only made her nausea worse which made her once again vomit. "Give me a break, please." She said with labored breathing, pushing herself off of the grassy grounds gaining her balance as she walked over to her father hesitantly. Wiping her mouth before folding her arms she sighed before approaching him. "Dad? Do you want to talk?" Asking in a kind tone, Sympathy consuming her as she gazed at her father but kept her distance not knowing what else to do.

"Please don't shut off from me.... Please" She begged as tears welled up in her eyes, lips firmly pressed together as she gazed at her father hoping she would be able to show him how much she needed the normal loving father, not the one who was locked away in his own mind.









ｗｈｅｒｅ ~~✿ The lake Ｗｉｔｈ ~~✿ John Michael Harper
ｉｎｖｅｎｔｏｒｙ ~~✿ Glock 17, Knife, One shoulder bag: 2L water bottle, crackers, muesli bars x2, tinned beans x3 ｏｕｔｆｉｔ ~~✿ Amalia outfit
ｏｏｃ ~~✿ Yay Amalia!



I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

[Abhorred]

♦ʍαvís ℓчnch♦

ＯＨ, ＢＵＴ ＴＨＩＳ ＩＳ ＬＩＦＥ ＷＥ'ＲＥ ＬＩＶＩＮ'

ＬＩＦＥ ＡＩＮ'Ｔ ＡＬＷＡＹＳ 'ＢＯＵＴ ＦＯＲＧＩＶＩＮ'

Mavis's jaw clenched as the brunette snapped back at her. This chick was acting like a trapped animal, erratic and defensive, which put Mavis on edge. It was hard to predict what someone would do under pressure, especially when it was their life on the line. Maybe you shouldn't go around threatening people with your ******** sniper if you don't want to become a target, she thought bitterly. The confrontation had ignited a surge of anger and irritation in her, and there was no chance she would suddenly become compliant to the instigator. She doubted Declan's military training would have conditioned him to happily surrender his weapon as well. ❝What does it matter to you?❞ the girl asked, her question barely louder than a murmur. ❝I'm trying to stay alive...❞ Mavis snorted loudly, briefly breaking her intense gaze on the girl to roll her eyes. ❝In case you hadn't noticed, you're pointing your goddamn gun at my chest, so it matters for quite a number of reasons, actually,❞ she shot back snarkily, still standing unrelenting with her axe in hand. ❝Funnily enough, living is our goal as well.❞ The last sentence was a hiss tinged with venom.

Perhaps Mavis's sarcasm-dripping comments would have been more readily submissive had this been one of the first dozen times she'd been staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. But as it was, she'd found herself in these shoes nearly twenty times since the start of the outbreak. Some of the occasions had admittedly been her fault -- getting caught red-handed stealing supplies, drawing first, making sharp-tongued and unnecessary comments -- but more often than not the threat was just another person trying to survive another day. In these times, everyone was on edge, and the universal motto seemed to be better you than me. Mavis was relatively confident that the assailant's line about not being alone had been a bluff; after all, if she had backup, they should have shown themselves when Declan drawn his rifle. Unless she's talking about the kid in the store, she realized, feeling a sudden burst of ice in her veins. Was there a group of bandits hiding behind the shelves? It would make sense for the girl to be this defensive if they were about to bust into her camp. Mavis narrowed her eyes, trying to read the girl's face. A glisten of sweat beaded across the brunette's forehead. She certainly didn't look like someone with a backup team that could come sweeping out of the shop behind her and Declan.

Still unsure whether the girl's reinforcements were mythical or not, Mavis decided to stand her ground. She didn't know what was going on in Declan's mind, but unless he obeyed the command and left her without any long-range cover, she wasn't about to get pushed around. If this girl was willing to ambush and threaten them without cause, Mavis didn't want to think about what might happen if she and Declan did surrender. Having dabbled in thievery herself, she wouldn't put it past her to shoot them both and leave with any supplies she could scavenge.






location: streets // mood: tense, annoyed // company: Delcan, (Belle), (people in the shop)
outfit // inventory

Young men don't need pardons
How much love you gonna make
Keep your head above the water
And breathe before the ice of the lake
ι αιn'τ gοππα lετ hιm τωιsτ mψ ωrιsτ,
ι αιn'τ gοππα lετ hιm κιss τhεsε lιρs, οh nο nο

ooc ;; sorry, couldn't wait for a Declan post before I replied!! I tried not to have Mavis do too much in this so you've got some options about how they both respond.

[rcvolvcr ocelot]

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┇ A R T H U R . A L L A N A C H ┇
( the.grizzled.professor )

✸ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - K N O W . W H E R E . Y O U . T R E A D

tooth&clawThe other girl gave a nod, quickly making her way past the approaching horde - any stragglers were viciously swatted away with the bat she held, brittle bone shattering from the force. Arthur was glad she was having her way with these biters; it cut down on the number of biters currently in the city, and also provided stumbling blocks for the rest of the herd. Plus these poor feckers need rest, He thought idly, urging the bike forward as fast as he could, dinnae exactly ask t' be turned into monsters.

As he snapped out of his thoughts, he realized that the other girl was moving much faster than he was, leaving a rather large gap between her and the other two. "Hey, slow down a bi-" But the moment the words left his lips, a wave of biters burst through the piling bodies, like water from a dam. Arthur skidded to a stop, letting out a few choice curses as he tried to peer over the heads of the biters to see where the other girl had gone. "Shite- we can't jus'-" He growled, grip tightening on the handlebars of the bike. He couldn't see her at all - and unless he wanted to pull another hail mary (which he doubted would work as well as it had previously), they had to leave her. If she was even still there. So much for going to her camp. Back to plan A it was, then.

Arthur let slip another choice word before doubling back slightly and heading into a nearby side street, gesturing for the biker girl to follow. "We've got no choice...I couldn't do anythin', not like this." He paused for a moment, looking disappointed in himself. "Got t' get back t' th' university - I'm camped in a lab; th' classroom number's 118. Th' doors are solid, I should know. And there's roof access from th' room, so we can watch o'er yer bike until th' biters thin out. Sound good t' ye?" The university was coming into view now - their path down the side streets had been largely unimpeded, and so they'd nearly outrun the herd after them. There were still a few stragglers here and there, but Arthur could deal with those so long as all of them didn't go after them at the same time.



L E S T . Y O U .S T R A Y . O F F . T H E . P A T H - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ✸

wнeʀe ┇ near the university x wιтн ┇ nicole; an uncomfortable number of biters
ιɴveɴтoʀʏ ┇ kusarigama (x1), hunting knife (x1),
clothes (turtleneck sweater, cargo pants, combat boots, welding gloves)
canned food (x2), box of nails (x1), screwdriver (x1), chocolate bar (x1)

ooc ┇ blahhh not my best but it gets us somewhere
I might probably will redo both Arthur's and Crow's post formats when I get the time

[Abhorred]

jαdα xx❂xx míltσn

And it's so sad to see the world agree
That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes.

xxxJada nodded glumly as Crowley confirmed her suspicion that he was alone. ❝Unfortunately I can't help you out much with supplies, I've hardly got more than a handful of berries at the moment.❞ Blair shot her a withering look at the mere suggestion of dividing their stores, simultaneously making her shrink back and annoying her slightly. He'd only just shown up, it wasn't as if he was any more entitled to the food than Crowley was. Still, the face was enough for Jada to resist offering a second time. Blair shifted towards the newcomer, squaring his shoulders in an attempt to seem as large as possible and looking down on the man. His crowbar swung to and fro as he opened his mouth to speak, but he was suddenly interrupted by a fierce clanging down that hall.

The metallic crash made Jada flinch, and she quickly darted to the doorframe to look out down the corridor. She immediately zeroed in on the stairwell door that she'd busted in weeks earlier to keep the walkers quarantined to the higher floors. There was a pause, then a second deafening smash, followed by faint groans. Her eyes widened in fear when she saw the hinges jump in place, the rusting steel straining against its bolts. When she'd broken the latch, she thought she'd jammed it enough to keep it from opening again, but from the looks of it, the door was about to burst from the wall. Swallowing, Jada stuttered as she struggled to find her voice. ❝It's not going to last,❞ she said faintly, eyes stilled glued to the jolting door. Then, louder but equally shaky, she addressed Crowley and Blair. ❝We're about to have a lot more company.❞

Frantically, she grabbed the corner of Crowley's shirt and pushed him with her into the apartment. Blair craned his neck out of the room to see what the commotion was, but when he saw the failing barricade he swiftly pulled back inside. Jada slammed the door behind her and began latching the bolts while he scooted the bookshelf back across the frame, the way it had been when she'd first let him in. She glanced wildly about the room, snatching up bits of her supplies and belongings before tossing them into her bag. ❝The upper floors were flooded with biters when I first came here,❞ she explained breathlessly as she rushed about the flat. ❝If they come pouring into the hall, we'll be trapped in this apartment for ages.❞ Once she was satisfied with the meager packing she'd done, she made a beeline for the window of the living room. At that moment, an earshattering clash sounded from the hallway, followed by hollow drones and dragging footsteps. Without looking back at Crowley and Blair, she wrenched it open and flung her bag out. Then she turned around and tried to fill her lungs. ❝I can't stand to be cornered and waiting for them to tear down the door. We're only on the second floor, we could jump.❞

Location:apartment 208//Company:Blair, Crowell//Mood:starting to relax => alarmed
outfit // inventory

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But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on

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ooc ; ugh this is craaaaap idk how to write for Blair my b. Didn't know how else to get them out of the apartments without some sort of threat soo I guess they're running back to Crowley's camp? Sorry if this it too godmoddy I really had trouble coming up with anything to do crying

[rcvolvcr ocelot]

boop



prometheus stole fire from the gods Ͼ ɾ o w ε ℓ ℓ . S ε ɓ ε ɾ takethefall ●fall------fall●fall------fall●
they pushed me to the edge, to the brink( the lone wolf )



►ashesand just . O N Ξ . ɱ ɩ s ʈ a k ε
to ashes; is . a ℓ ℓ . it will . → . take.

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Crowell gave a half-shrug and a small nod at her words - he had enough supplies back at his new camp, and Blair didn't look too welcome to giving away anything anyhow. He narrowed his eyes slightly at the latter as he tried to square himself up, swinging his crowbar as he opened his mouth to probably deliver another snarky comment. He never got the chance to speak, however, as a loud crash came from a nearby door, followed by the all too familiar sounds of a herd of biters behind it. Crowell's grip tightened on his sledgehammer, watching the hinges of the door start to buckle.

Before he could do much else, Jada grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him inside of the apartment. "Wait-" He sputtered, not because he'd rather be outside with the herd, but because suddenly he was much, much closer to Jada than he would've liked, and the only thing between the two of them was a few feet of space in the small apartment. Adding Blair into the equation gave them even less space. Crowell backed up against the nearest wall, eyes flickering back and forth between Jada and Blair. His jaw tightened as a crash came from the hallway outside - the biters had finally knocked down the door. Having regained most of his composure, he stepped away from the wall and shrugged off his backpack, walking towards Jada, but making sure to keep at least a foot and a half of space between them. "Sounds better than waiting to die." He said bluntly, heaving his backpack out of the window as well and glancing back at Blair as if he expected him to do the same. "There might be more downstairs, but anything's better than trying to deal with the herd in the hallway."



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we'll go . D Θ W N . in . ɧ ɩ s t o ɾ ʏ dust;◄
remember . ɱ ε . for . ← . centuriesto dust;

wнeʀe ┇ apartment complex; #208 x wιтн ┇ jada, blair; biter herd outside
ιɴveɴтoʀʏ ┇ sledgehammer (x1), kitchen knife (x1),
clothes (jeans, combat boots, t-shirt, light jacket, leather gloves, overcoat),
books (x2), lighter (x1), canned food (x6), bag of chips (x2),
batteries (x2), picture (x1)

ooc ┇ yaaay fresh new post layout
also, no problem! this works well, actually!

[Sugarcanegalorerawr]

John Michael Harper

Character Theme

Their journey had been a long and tragic one, filled with a number of losses and events that made John break down at one point. Even though it seemed like he recovered, the man was still broken. John was not the same man he was before the apocalypse. He used to laugh and lighten the mood quite a bit, and was a part of the reason as to why his family was so lively and happy. Now, he barely uttered a word. He did not speak unless spoken to, and even then, John's responses were short. His mind was always in another place, and not particularly focused in the current world around; though, he was still alert enough to react promptly to anything that seemed suspicious or dangerous. At least he was still functioning enough to provide safety and protection for Amalia. Though, it had been a while since he actually had a conversation with his daughter.

Eventually, they reached a lake, which was practically void of walkers. It was a nice change of scenery for once, though John did not really think about that. He just sat by the water and stared out at the lake. John was still in close proximity of Amalia, but he did not even turn his gaze to her. He was as silent and motionless as a statue. Eventually, he heard Amalia speak. Even though she was practically on the brink of tears, John was still the same. John's expression was neutral, and his response was not immediate. "...Heard you throw up again... You alright?," he questioned. Even when John asked Amalia if she was alright, he still did not turn towards her. His gaze was still fixed upon the lake, which rippled from time to time with the gentle breeze.

It was not like John was ignoring the fact that his daughter was saddened about his current state. In actuality, he was trying to fight through it. But it was rather difficult. The blows he had been dealt from the loss of his family were punishing and painful. John had lost friends before in combat, even those he considered as brothers. But when it came to family, the feeling was entirely different. It was as if someone literally took a knife and slashed his heart in two. In John's case, it was twice since he lost both Lyla and Jacob. The disappearance of Richard also added to his current emotionally broken state.

OOC: Finally posted! x n x;
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Characteristics:
Height & Weight: 5'8" / 138 pounds.
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Location: The Lake.
With: Amalia.
Condition: Healthy.
Equipment/Supplies/Miscellaneous:

- A combat knife.
- A 9mm Suppressed Sig P226 S4 Pistol.
- A duffel bag with 6 bottles of water and 7 cans of beans
- A whiskey canteen.

Jill I Valentine

[Healing Wrath]

𝓐𝓂𝒶𝓁𝒾𝒶 𝓕𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓗𝒶𝓇𝓅𝑒𝓇

The reaction she was hoping from her father was non existent, he was emotionless and blank. Ever since the loss of the family he was shut off but that was leaving her emotionally alone and isolated, she didn't have her mother or boyfriend to comfort her nor her brothers.... She was feeling lonely, her father had not been the same for some time. Amalia remembered her father being the ife of the party, all her friends were jealous how cool he was. Now she wasn't so sure the father she once knew could return from the dark spiral of depression. Sighing she looked away holding her stomach. "Why do you even care.... You're so caught up with losing mum that you haven't even once showed actual concern of my condition. I'm grieving too dad. I've lost my brothers...my mom...My boyfriend who is the father of my unborn child... I'm pregnant in this horrible world and I don't even know If I have a chance of surviving as well as fearing losing my baby. I need you dad.... Please..." Falling silent for a moment looking down at her shoes, she refused to answer his emotionless question about her vomiting, of course she wasn't alright but she was trying her best to be strong for her father. As much as she wished to look after him she couldn't, she was having trouble looking after herself as it was.

"What's the point? If you have given up why are we still traveling? If you want to give up so badly then do it.... Obviously I'm not worth much to keep you wanting to live." It was difficult to not become emotional, that was the type of person she was, she had a big heart and wore her heart on her sleeves. Amalia turned around choosing not to look at her father hoping it would help her shut off the emotional waves threatening to make her cry. "Is this what mom would want?" She rhetorically asked before walking away from him. Making her way to a nice place to put her stuff down and lay down. Sitting down on the ground shrugging the backpack off of her back, placing it on the ground then laying down. Using the bag as a pillow, it was uncomfortable but it's all she had. Brown orbs just examining the clouds in the sky trying to fight off the tears. Never having felt so lonely, it was starting to eat away at her.







ｗｈｅｒｅ ~~✿ The lake Ｗｉｔｈ ~~✿ John (Dad)
ｉｎｖｅｎｔｏｒｙ ~~✿ Glock 17, Knife, One shoulder bag: 2L water bottle, crackers, muesli bars x2, tinned beans x3 ｏｕｔｆｉｔ ~~✿ Amalia outfit
ｏｏｃ ~~✿



I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

[Sugarcanegalorerawr]

John Michael Harper

Character Theme

John's heart felt heavy as Amalia's words resonated within his ears. As Amalia started to walk away to her own spot, John wanted to speak, but could not find the will to do so. He wanted to tell her that he did care, and had not given up. In reality, though, a part of him did give up... It just wanted to stop him from continuing, from wanting to fight for survival. However, he still had the will to keep his daughter safe. John needed to do it, otherwise he would never forgive himself. Oh, how he wanted to tell Amalia those things... If only she could read his mind, so he would not have to fight for the will to talk to her himself. It was not that he was being selfish about his state, but it had just taken so much of a toll on himself.

John knew his daughter was probably hurting more than he was, but everything tragic that happened thus far screwed up his mind, and prohibited him from being the father Amalia knew before. John needed something to take the edge off, and it had become a bad addiction for him ever since he drifted into the deeper end of depression. John let out a sigh as he looked over at Amalia. Amalia was not looking in his direction, but she was not asleep yet. He did not want her to see him drinking, since she would most likely stop him from doing so. In John's case, it felt like he really needed it. So, he would wait until Amalia would fall asleep... hopefully.

OOC: Sorry for my super slowness v u v;
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Characteristics:
Height & Weight: 5'8" / 138 pounds.
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Location: The Lake.
With: Amalia.
Condition: Healthy.
Equipment/Supplies/Miscellaneous:

- A combat knife.
- A 9mm Suppressed Sig P226 S4 Pistol.
- A duffel bag with 6 bottles of water and 7 cans of beans.
- A whiskey canteen.

Jill I Valentine

[Sugarcanegalorerawr]

Camille Beta Bianchi

Character Theme

Camille had been traveling alone for a while, making sure to stay away from any place that looked too crowded or suspicious. Camille had run into various situations that could have ended her life abruptly, yet she had been fortunate enough to survive through those ordeals. She found it tough to trust anyone, especially with the way things turned out after the outbreak. Everyone she had run into was a nutjob. Luckily, she managed to escape from those type of people. Camille decided it was best to stay away from groups for a while, unless she had no choice whatsoever; of course, she would not make the stupid decision of joining a group that looked questionable out of pure desperation. No, she would be thoughtful about her choices. After all, the choices Camille made so far have led her to lasting this long, and she planned to continue living. It took about a half hour before she stumbled upon an amusement park. She paused for a moment as she stared at the amusement park and knew it meant there had to be a town or city of some sort nearby.

She had no clue where it would be, but hopefully there would be supplies there. She was running low on food and water and needed to find more. Just 2 bottles of water and 2 cans of food were not going to be enough. But at the moment, Camille was fairly tired. She decided to check out the amusement park a bit, trying to search for any signs of walkers while also scavenging for supplies. After a while, Camille found nothing worth keeping, which she figured was going to be the case. But it was fortunate that there were no biters within the vicinity. She did not want to remain out in the open and risk being attacked in her sleep. Although there was no sign of any actual buildings in the area, Camille took note of a roller coaster that had a stalled cart on it. It seemed climbable, so she decided to make her way to the cart by climbing up one of the poles and eventually onto the slanted track, which became a slightly elevated walk towards the cart itself. The cart was on a flat plateau, fortunately. So it had no chance of moving on its own, not that it would since there was no power anyway... Upon getting into the cart, she realized the height was about 12 feet off the ground. It was better than nothing though, at least. As far as she knew, biters could not really climb that well... hopefully. So for the time being, Camille decided to rest in the cart, making sure to try and remain out of sight as much as possible. Since it was a roller coaster for adults, the cart itself hid most of Camille's body.

OOC: Camille is officially posted for! :3
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Characteristics:
Height & Weight: 5'6" / 132 pounds.
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Language Key:
Red - English.
Blue - Italian.
Olive - French.
Darkred - German.
Green - Russian.
Orange - Spanish.
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Location: The Amusement Park.
With: Herself.
Condition: Tired.
Equipment/Supplies/Miscellaneous:

- A sharpened pocket knife.
- A small bag with 2 bottles of water, 1 can of sardines, and 1 can of mixed vegetables.

Quote:

[Abhorred]

jαdα xx❂xx míltσn

And it's so sad to see the world agree
That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes.

xxxBlair nodded at Crowley's comment and prowled into the kitchen to grab his pack. He crossed to the window, stuck his head out to gauge the distance below, and gave a slight nod. After swiping his thumb across the tip of his nose, he swung a leg over the sill and balanced on his perch. ❝Gotta fly,❞ he said with another sly wink to Jada, before pushing off from the board and dropping out of the room. She winced a little when she heard him smack against the ground below, but a moment later he called up (albeit slightly breathlessly) to reassure them that the fall wasn't terrible. Stalling, Jada scanned the apartment once again for any supplies or sentimental belongings that she might want in the future. There was a sinking feeling in her gut that told her she wouldn't be coming back, reaffirmed by the banging and moans that echoed in from the hallway. Unable to find anything practical, she finally turned back to the window. ❝See you on the ground,❞ she told Crowley after positioning herself on the ledge. Fingers hooked around the inside of the windowsill, Jada slowly lowered herself until she was hanging alongside the the building. She glanced down, suddenly noticing that she was farther above the dirt path than it had appeared from inside the flat. Fear paralyzed her and she dangled uselessly for endless seconds. Finally, her arms weakened enough that the strain wasn't worth it, and she released her hands.

She hit the ground with a blunt thud and was knocked onto her side, rolling over for a yard or so to reduce the impact of the fall. A small grunt was forced from her lips. The collision momentarily evacuated the air from her lungs, but in no time at all her breathing was regular again. Blair was right; after the initial shock Jada recovered with nothing more than a dull pain along the right side of her body. She scrambled away from the landing zone so Crowley could join them and reached for her backpack to make sure nothing had been damaged by the plunge.

Location:apartment 208 => streets outside the complex //Company:Blair, Crowell//Mood: relieved but slightly upset
outfit // inventory

☰ ☰ ☰ ☰ ☰

But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on

☰ ☰ ☰ ☰ ☰

ooc ; new layout looking spiffy!!