Everything sucked. It sucked in ways that Kammy hadn't even realized it could, and it pissed her off, knowing just how woefully unprepared she had been for the apocalypse that had descended upon her, changing her entire life in a matter of hours.
She stirred from her slumber, a few hours of sleep mingled with constant wake up calls for false alarms, half expecting to meet with a decayed face at the foot of her bed. She counted herself lucky to be the only one in her dorm room at the moment. Still, she missed the finer luxuries; a good nights sleep, a full stomach, the feeling of safety and knowing your family and friends were still alive.
Kammy rubbed her face, dragging her weary self from her bed as she mentally prepared herself for another day of trying not to be eaten by zombies by putting all her hopes into the faint idea that maybe today wouldn't suck as much.
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Character's name: Jenna Kamryn Character's faction: University Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kammy has dark brown hair with blonde highlights, teal eyes, and is leaning on the side of short.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 1:13 am
PRISON
The days just seemed to drag on. And on. And on. The only telling of how much time passed came from the familiar click of lights-out. Which he guessed was a blessing, maybe. At least he had that much comfort, knowing that they were secure enough in the walled grounds.
He shuffled his way through the halls, casting nervous glances every now and again toward the Howling Ward. Off limits, for now, but they all knew what was lurking behind the darkened doorways. Eventually those things would break out and that would probably be the end of that. Nonetheless, they were safe, for now.
Daryn didn't know just when his shift would come up, to pry the crumbling body parts off of the fences outside. He didn't really care. All he wanted to do just them was enjoy the sort-of peace he had. For now. Until chaos broke out again. It always broke out. Jeez, he missed the dull repetition of his old desk job.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 1:24 am
[ Mall ]
There was always the nightmares to rely on, the way you could rely on a July's scorching, Kentucky sun to melt your face into a saline pool or red, cracked skin. A constant was a constant, a rare anchor in the sudden apocalypse they all found themselves living - surviving - in now. To think they were living in it would to suggest this was the permanent situation; it would mean resigning to the wall of thorns and the misery that caged Delta.
Papa.
It had started the same way for at least two weeks, now. A short span of time, a drop of water in the pond of the year, but the turbulence of the apocalypse somehow took that small drop and created an ocean of it. A woman, pale skin with warm caramel eyes, bathed in soft white linens. The screech of static on the radio, and the white satin was murky and bog colored, the pale skin belonged to a cracked china doll, eyes rotten out and eaten by maggots. More static, and the shell of a woman awkwardly cradled a bundle of rags, the same color as her dress but with far more splotches of something darker, something wet.
Papa.
Then Richard would gasp and sputter, whatever shirt he'd been wearing for the past three days, glued to his chest by more sweat than he'd accumulated the day before. The survivors around him would give him a look, but return to their Normally Scheduled Programming, and the day would start anew.
Today was going to be different. Today had to be different. They weren't just going to survive, they were going to live.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 1:25 am
[Mall] - Leiah Sanderson
This was getting old...But hey! At least she gets to wake up next to a nice view of manlyness? Well, stinky manliness...
God this mall needed soap, spray, victoria's secret body spray, something....Anything to make this place smell better...
She was so tired of being stinky....
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Character's name: Leiah Sanderson Character's faction: MALL BBY! Character's journal link:gaia_crown Character's survival stats: emotion_zombie BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLeiah stands at 5’8 and 130lbs with lightly tanned skin. She’s got brown hair that’s just a bit past her shoulders and blue green eyes that are constantly making her look like she’s up to something. She considers herself fit and trim but a bit on the small side, which makes fitting into clothes hard but easy at the same time.
gaia_crown Goofy: Leiah doesn’t have a serious bone in her body. She tries, but she usually gives up and just goes back to what she does best. She loves to crack jokes in any situation just to make the atmosphere a little less…Emo.
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Today was gonna be a good one. Just like yesterday (which wasn't) and the day before (which wasn't either).
If such a thought was a lie, then Sling was full of fibs. There was always something good out there, something that would make it worth the while, worth still living for, as long as you were willing to dig for it. And he was real good at digging - used to break his nails scraping through the dirt to build mud pies when he was a boy, then digging for treasure when he was a bit older, then turning the soil to plant their patch of garden.
The dirt beneath his nails wasn't from sinking them into the earth, and the city wasn't so great for digging like he was used to, but that didn't mean it was time to give up. Hell, it was never time to give up.
He idly sucked at the grime beneath his thumbnail and spit it out. Naw, no time to give up now. Today was gonna be a good one.
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Character's name: Mason 'Sling' Shaw Character's faction: 3 - Apartments Character's journal link:righ'chere Character's survival stats: lookit Character Description: 6', cropped brown hair, green eyes, tanned, fairly muscular. Wears worn out t-shirt, jeans, sturdy boots, and a cap.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 2:48 am
[ Apartments ]
The day began in much the same fashion it had for the past month. Arran would roll out of bed to stretch his tired aching muscles, then walk to the window to see if the world had returned to normal, only to be met with the same grey skies and shambling hordes below him. The first week it had been disturbing to look outside and see actual zombies walking past, but now he had grown some resilience to the gruesome sight. There was only so many times you could see something before you grew accustomed to it, at least thats what he kept telling himself.
He turned, moving around the room in search of clothing that closest resembled a clean state, letting his mind focus on what he could do today instead of things he had no control of. Foraging was a must, but there was always something else that needed to be done. If nothing needed to be done, then maybe he could find a quiet spot to have a nap? The thought of some peace and quiet was a comforting idea, but even so, he couldn't stop the uneasiness he always felt, wondering if today would be his last.
Or maybe it wouldn't be. Arran had no desire to throw in the towel anytime soon, and he would do whatever he could to keep moving. Today was a new day, and there was always a chance things could get better.
Hoped they would get better.
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Character's name: Arran Brody Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Arran has Sandy brown hair, brown eyes, around 6 foot and has a tan. He's also pretty toned.
For the first time in a long time Ganny Smith felt alive. Perhaps it was that every day as a struggle against death and it made her feel like she was alive. More likely, it was that for the first time her actions felt truly meaningful. If she found food, it would mean she could life another few days. Water too.
Then again it felt like one big video game. It wasn't but the arcade was just down the hall, free for her to use whenever she wanted.
But her kids still didn't visit her. She hadn't seen them since this whole thing started. One at least was out of town but she thought the other still lived somewhere around town. She hasn't seen them living or dead. They could at least shamble over for a bit, even if they were infected or un-dying. Though she wasn't home... maybe that was part of the problem. Speaking of home, she cringed at the thought of it. She hadn't gotten the chance to make sure her roses were watered. They were probably dead by now. When this whole mess was cleaned up she had a lot of work ahead of her.
If she survived. "I'm just going hard core mode on this game." she mumbled to herself. Her kids never visited before this whole thin started so she had turned to games. She tended towards World of Warcraft and the such but call of duty was good too. And she was getting better. Even if she still hated running. She had turned to games to help with the loneliness of growing old. Part of her never expected to make it this far.
She had heard the rumors, that soon they would be rescued maybe. That all they had to do was make it another 7 days. Part of her didn't want it to be over. The living was simpler. Food water, shelter clothing, those were important, not much else was. Another part longed for the comforts for home. A smaller part knew she would be lonely, because she knew that even if she got out her kids would visit her and vanish again perhaps leave her in a nursing home in a few years. She was in the waning years and few cared much about an old women anymore. Her husband was dead, taken a bit too soon and her sister was gone as well. all of her friends were dead too now, she has seen Mrs. Becker shambling down the street not long ago. Her kids had forgotten about her. She didn't have much to return too. No friends, no family, no bingo club. Not that she would stop trying, because living was winning the game and she was competitive. She would do her best to enjoy this game. "Another day to rock and roll grandma." she grinned to herself.
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Character's name: Gracie "Granny" Smith Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER And older women with greying dark hair. It was dyed but the roots are clearly greying. She likes to keep it stylish with a pair of funky sunglasses and a boa.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 4:41 am
[University]
"This isn't what I had in mind for a major." Jane laid in her bed, staring up at the ceiling.
She needed to get up. Role call would be soon. And she didn't want to miss it. she would not be labeled among the lost.She would not just be horror story girl number 3. She wanted to live. She wanted to see her parents again. She wondered if they missed her, if they even knew what the conditions of the city were. She wondered what it was like out there in the world. Did the infection spread to them too or was it just this city? Hopefully, once they got out it was normal.
She missed Killer, her dog. They had gotten separated. Jane wondered if it was possible her dog was somewhere alive right now. Every time she went out for supplies she looked for her, not daring to yell out her name. Jane was too afraid of the attention it might attract. The decent of the infected. Even if she found her, Jane had no supplies to feed Killer. Still she longed for the companionship and the protection.
She missed home too. What was she supposed to do? It seemed their class president had a plan. She hoped it would work, an they they would survive, some how. but it had been a month since this all started and there was not a military movement from what she could see. All they had was themselves. Did they just get written off as dead? Were they alone in this unfamiliar world?
Jane didnt want it to be true but her hope was fading. A roumor could be made just to give people hope. One more week they said.
She suspected it was more like 70 years, when people would finally find her body and say, Jane Doe number 8.
She sighed and pulled herself out of bed. "At least they will have my name right."
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Character's name: Jane Doe Character's faction: university Character's journal link:link Character's survival stats: Jane DoeView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER a plain Jane, blends in the back ground sort of girl. She has brown hair blue eyes and is average height. Dressed nice, but practical too. Has a cute purse.
It had been one month since Mia had been out, only to end back in again. Wasn't it safer here anyway? He needed to find Third and try to gain a sense of his sanity, what little of it was left. No one else he really knew, or remembered, but they probably remembered him, and that was worrisome.
Not as worrisome as the zombies, however. Mia paced back and forth, grazing his knuckles against his teeth as he tittered quietly and loudly, converting from one to the other randomly.
"But if they're soaking in butter, they'll be slippery and harder to evade," Was a sentence probably not about zombies, but about lunch. Maybe. With Mia it was a bit hard to tell.
Shaking his head and attempting to clear his mind, the blond man shifted towards a destination, beginning to walk there as he dropped his arms and let his hands clench and unclench unconsciously. As long as he was actively doing something, his mind was more at ease, which made him look even more unsettling.
Mia had stopped caring a long time ago. He still cared, but there was a part of him that had stopped caring just because it added far more extra work for his mind to worry about. It had been too much, because he let go.
Of course, with the zombies, that added another terror that he hadn't needed to begin with.
"AND IF WE RUN AND SLIP ON THE BUTTER, WE'RE SCREWED!"
Ah. He was probably talking about zombies then, and not lunch.
Probably.
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Character's Name: Mad Mia Character's Faction: Prison Character's Journal Link:Hey! Listen! Over Here! Character's survival stats:Mad MiaView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Wiry thin with wild chin-length blond hair, and green eyes. For clothing, he has goggles resting on his head over a llama hat. two scarves, a red shirt with a black vest, green pants, and brown boots. He looks... not quite all there in the head.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:40 am
[Mall]
Elliot awoke in such an optimistic mood that he almost forgot what state the world was in. Almost. A quick peek outside the windows reminded him of the chaos they were pretending to live in. He pulled a shirt over his head - the same s**t he'd worn for the past week. They'd gone a bit.. crazy with supplies; thinking how could they ever run out in a mall? As such, clean clothes were a rarity.
Deconstructing his barrier had become second nature to him now and he knew where everything belonged. It had stayed up so long since day zero that he felt unsafe without it. He wedged himself between tables and held the door open, pulling the table back into place before locking the door; slipping the keys into the pocket of his jeans.
Another day, another something something.
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Character's name: Elliot Orford Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[_] Character's survival stats: [_] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Elliot is tall (6'0") with a slim, athletic but doesn't need to work out cause he's that kind of a*****e build. His hair is light brown and is long enough to tie back and he wears it in a man bun (no ragrets). Often seen with a dopey grin.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:42 am
[Prison] - Lola Malcom
Thirty days. Thirty long, drawn-out days.
If it hadn't been for the fact she'd been in the right place at the right time to land in this hellhole alongside her hubby, she knew she'd have been a goner by now. Then again, was there really a right place and time for a zombie apocalypse? She didn't figure her little home would have stood much of a chance as opposed to the prison's (seemingly!) impenetrable fence.
It almost seemed pointless, waking up to another day of being surrounded by the same strangers, to wonder if today was going to be the day the supplies would run out or the zombies would finally break in.
Was it just another day of waiting for the inevitable to happen or would something actually happen, for once?
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:47 am
[ Prison ] Maria Giorgi
Was it her, or were the beds finally breaking in? Maria woke up as if she had slept in a king size suite, her body for once not feeling the aches and the pains of the cell she currently called home. Rolling to the right side of the bed, or so she suspected, she sat up and ran a hand through her grimy hair. It wasn't often she liked to indulged in the group showers, but today she just felt confident and excited. Even the weird sense of someone watching her seemed to be gone that morning.
As she began her day, Maria felt like she was back at work again, ready to take on the world and help those who needed it most. She felt safe, protected, and grateful that she had stayed late. There wasn't really any other place in the city with the safety of a prison, afterall. Smiling to herself again at her strange sense of excitement, she faced the day with a raised chin.
Call her crazy, but she just had a gut instinct that today would be different.
It had to be.
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Character's name: Maria Giorgi Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Maria is pretty plain, but has a nice smile. She has straight, dark brown hair and blue-green eyes, as well as a dusting of freckles from playing outside too much when she was younger. She is on the shorter side of average, but only just so, and doesn't wear too flashy of clothing.
[ University ] Kelly Vanderbeck
Kelly rolled out of bed as the muted sunlight began to filter into the dorm room, already hearing the cries for role call and quickly putting on her jersey over her leggings. Everything had become a habit, second nature almost, thanks to the leadership in the dorms. It was tedious, but it had gotten them this far without dying, so Kelly was in no place to complain. Moving out of the door and to the roll, she tried to avoid nipping at her nails as she looked around for a familiar face.
It seemed that everyone who had to be there was there - always a good sign. Suddenly, her anxiety seemed to wane for something different, something unfamiliar since day zero.
Was it hope?
Kelly focused on those around her, and realized that yes, there was some sort of energy that seemed to be coming off. Maybe it was optimism for the day ahead, maybe it was a sign she was finally going crazy, but she dared to take a moment and hope. Today would be different, today they would come and they would find an answer.
She had to believe, she had to accept it. She couldn't let her anxiety and hyper-awareness throw her in the same funk and depression. Something good was going to happen, and as long as everyone returned at night, their luck might just stick.
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Character's name: Kelly Vanderbeck Character's faction: University Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kelly has dirty, dark blonde hair that is in long curls. She prefers leggings and sweaters, but has noticeable tears and dirt on her outfits.
It was already one month since the 'event'. There's still survivors, which number dwindling by day---no, by HOUR. The outside world has been plagued by undead; peoples who has been infected by mysterious disease that causes anybody contacting it became zombies.
Biologically speaking, that cannot happen, actually. Also, there's also strange question why did their bodies didn't decay even after being subjected to rain, strong sunshine and some handmade molotov cocktail.
But the nightmare would end soon. Somebody...somebody said they had contacted the outside world. The help will came in seven days.
Seven days. A week. Inside this bleak, already looted mall? Bring it on, he said inwardly. The lack of food has slimmed his beer belly, some cardio training using the self-made weights has made his muscle tone defined. He was not the same couch potato pre-infection.
His motto, ['s all good, man] is now like a mantra. Everything will be alright.
...will it?
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Character's name: Saul Goodman Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: OK BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER S'all good, man!
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 7:14 am
[ prison - max porter ]
He missed his kids the most. After lights out, he imagined what they might be doing at that moment, grunting and groaning, little pink cheeks spattered with blood and bits of other people's flesh. He and Monica shouldn't have fought. He should have stayed in their big, suburban house, the coolant for his nuclear family.
He missed Cody and Dana every night when he was alone in the dark and there was nothing else to occupy his thoughts. But this morning, he noticed he missed them a little less, that he had been missing them less and less every day, though only in the most minuscule of degrees. He should have wept. Instead, it gave him hope. Max didn't stop to question the feeling. He probably should have.
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Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 7:18 am
[Apartments] - Emmanuel Eidenberg
Emmanuel couldn't believe it had already been a month.
The apocalypse was a lot less chaotic than some video games would have one believe, admittedly. He still was at home--though he supposed he was one of the lucky ones--society had quickly reestablished itself, and rules and order were perhaps the best way to stay alive.
Sometimes he wished for more excitement, but he immediately quashed that thought with the reminder that he would probably be the dead one if it was, all things considered. He wasn't exactly a musclebound militiaman.
As he sat up in his bed, he raked his hand through his hair.
Today felt different, somehow, but he thought that about a lot of days. At least, that was what he was reminding himself. It had been a month. A month of all this. Emmanuel reached over to cross another day off on his calendar. How could it possibly get any better now?
He supposed he shouldn't jinx it.
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Character's name: Emmanuel Eidenberg Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark brown hair, obvious Jewfro, hazel eyes, medium skin tone, bit lanky.
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