Greta still wasn't sure how she felt about the end of the world as she knew it. Part of the problem was probably that it hadn't really changed much. She had spent most of her time in the prison to start out with, chatting with prisoners, taking orders, and doing work. The only difference now was that she didn't leave and go home and her bed was quite a bit firmer. Outside, she had once been considered too plain, but now no one cared as long as she helped the prison keep running.
Some days, like today, she let herself sit on her bed for a while after waking up just to think. It wasn't that she couldn't think while doing the rest of her work, but it was different sitting still with the noises of people waking up and getting ready all around her. The stillness changed the quality of her thoughts in some way, she wasn't quite sure what though.
Soon enough she had to get up though and start working. She had to earn her keep after all and she was good at that, good at these patterns, good at staying alive.
Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 9:19 pm
[Apartments]
He felt different when he woke up that date. Course, every day for the last month had been 'different', but... this... today. Whatever it was about today, specifically felt, well. Different. He got up, trying not to think about the usual things that plagued his mind. The usual people. Person, he should probably correct.
Normally, Judas spent half his dad hiding in his room, and the other half trying desperately to cheer others up, to keep them going. Though lately, the former half had been winning out. Today however, he wasn't going to let it win. He couldn't afford to lock himself away in his room and cry for his lost family member.
A loud slam of a door shutting was the first thing to wake the sleeping adult, lazing about and drooling like a dog. When he startled awake, it was more of a yelp of fright he'd released than a grunt. Adjusting his shirt, Oscar couldn't help but wrinkle his nose and sneeze, shivering a little from the cold of living on a high floor with no working heater. He sighed.
It'd been a month since this game started.
By this point Oscar was fully convinced this was a VRMMORPG, enjoying how easy it was to kill a walker and when he'd stumbled upon the higher difficulty ones he realized he didn't have an HP gauge telling him how much health he had left. Though he was curious about why the government had picked HIM of all people to play the game— (there were so many Lets Players out there, y'know) he simply didn't question it, playing the game by the rules and following them heavily. However, this process was starting to get boring. Looking outside his window, he couldn't help but wonder if today he should actually try to test the limits of the game. Today is going to be different. He sighed.
Couldn't they amp things up a little?
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Character's name: Oscar Owens Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:JOURNAL Character's survival stats: STATS BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Standing at a tall 6'0ft, Oscar is olive skinned with golden-brown hair and grey eyes. He's physically large and looks like he has some muscle.
Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 12:42 pm
[PRISON - NATE WOLFE]
The memory of that first night still haunted him every time he closed his eyes. The inhuman sound, the metallic smell of blood stinking up the cell, and the look on his uncle’s pale face as the blood was being drained from his body. It was as though someone had snapped a Polaroid of the scene and forcibly burned it into his memory. He had never imagined that he would ever feel as helpless as he did on that fateful night during light check. He had thought himself prepared for everything after graduating the Police Academy, but no amount of training could prepare someone for something as unimaginable as this.
With one fluid motion Nate sat up and swung his legs over the bunk, ignoring the freezing temperature of the concrete floor as his feet hit it. At one time he would recoil as any normal person would, but now it was as though that cold floor was the only constant in his life. The only thing that made sense in a world like the one he now inhabited. With a push he launched himself from the rock hard bed toward the sink where he splayed his palms on the stainless steel surface and peered into the mirror screwed into the cinderblock wall. His restless nights were beginning to show, red bags tinged his lower lids and he just appeared to be haggard in general.
The irony of this entire experience had not been lost on him. He was a cop now living in a prison cell, unable to save the world from zombies but fully prepared to arrest any criminals who got out of line. Or so he thought. Nowadays everyone was on the same team, it was hard to distinguish cop from con or vice versa. He would have laughed had the severity of the situation not been weighing on him for this entire month. He had hardly left his cell let alone associated with anyone.
But that would have to change. The way he saw it he had two options, rot away in this cell in the hopes that someone will save the day or charge out there and help them do it. Seeing as he had been pouting more than long enough, it was about time he get out there and try to do some good. With a new resolve he splashed some cool water on his face and began to steel himself for what awaited outside his cell.
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Character's name: Nathaniel Wolfe aka Nate Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:{X} Character's survival stats: Vitals BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER He is of a rather muscular physique, stands at approximately 6’3” and weighs in at 205 lbs. He is not so much bulky as he is toned. His skin is pale and he sports a hygienic amount of stubble, his hair is short, light brown and styled by running his fingers quickly through it.
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