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Introduction
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The Main Character's Story so Far.
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The near perfect blanket of snow, only ruined by footprints, shimmered in the light that passed though the trees of the forest. The dead silence of the woods seemed eerie, no sounds were heard from both man or animal. In the middle of this dead landscape sat a tent, worn from to much use, where Ryan sat patiently. His face emotionless, and with eyes that seemed distant to his current world. He gazed out of the mesh window, a rifle in his lap. But he wasn’t focused on what was going on outside. Ryan tired pressing his body closer to himself, rubbing his arms with the fur in the inside of his coat. He watched his breath steam. His mind wondering to a time he could remember before the hell he calls reality.
As a child Ryan sat in the backseat of his parent’s car on trips back home from church. This time he seemed to be adoring some paper with some well placed dry noodles glued to look like a cross. Ryan’s dad would have looked back at him smiling while mom drove.
“So did you understand the pastors message today?” He asked, his face expressing a loving smile. Ryan looked up at his father confused.
“umm...yea...I mean no.” he said taking back his lie after giving the noodle cross a quick glance. Ryan’s Father laughed.
“No matter how bad things get or seem to be remember that there is always hope.” The Father said, fading away.
Ryan sat there in his tent smiling, a tear coming down his cheek.
“I wish I could remember more about you dad.” He said, sighing.
Ryan’s loving memory interrupted by a sudden flash back of his father trying to eat him as a zombie. Ryan woke up from his day dreams, jumping a bit from the last one. Dry sweat rushing down his brow. Ryan sat there breathing deep trying to pretend that none of that happened.
Just then Ryan heard the bell of the trap he placed. Ryan stood up, gripping his rifle with a sense hope and hunger. As Ryan stepped out of the tent and looked towards his trap, his mouth dropped some and his face became long with disappointment. His feeling of hope gone, but unfortunately hunger was left behind.
In the Trap, hanging upside-down, with a rope around its leg was a large living corpse in a bright orange hunting vest. When it saw Ryan it started growling and moaning from its blood and vomit covered beard, reaching to grab at Ryan but all in vain. Ryan took a good look then glared.
“Well, damn I can’t eat that!” he said aiming his gun and shooting the zombie in the head. Ryan looked at the corpse hanging, the remains of brain and blood slowly oozing out in a black like tar. Ryan started laughing as he watched, his eyes distant. His laughter seemed to get louder and crazier. The kind of laughter that only those who have seen troubles can know and would send shivers up the spine of the sane. Then soon he started crying, holding his face in his hands.
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A summery of what the story will Intel...because this is based off a series of comic books that I wrote!
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This is of course a zombie infested America that not many have been left to survive. Back on during the initial outbreak the military took complete control and instated martial law. Large cities and heavily populated states seemed to fade away from existence as the virus became worse. Soon smaller places in america began to become worse leaving the military no choice but to establish walls around uninfected areas and protecting schools with durable fences. As the condition grew worse the military seemed to just die out and soon people were on their own. To fend for themselves and try to survive. Although most places are dead there are still a few radio stations that seem to be still working and playing music. Cell Phone towers still seem to be working and some cities power grids are still online. So news travels and tales of bravery spread. Tales of the "Legendary Four" being told on the radios. The "Legendary Four" wore a group of young men that had their own little tribe of survivors that followed them. It was said that no one that became a part of their tribe never knew fear and never got close enough to even smell a zombie. These Four were either very blessed, lucky, or just stories being told to give some hope to people. Soon though their stories ended and were never heard from again. People believe the "Legendary Four" to be dead or have never existed, and the belief that the military is long dead also runs deep. Though their are strange stories of groups of heavily armed people that seem to travel at night. Most Stories about the mysterious groups tend to frighten as it is said that some have been killing survivors and burning down established villages.
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The Type of Zombies...cause I hate what some zombies have become!
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These Zombies are not the video game variety spitters, smokers, or tanks. These are infected humans that crave to eat human flesh not beat on you until your down. They will try their best to bite you not beat you down with their fists. which means a lot of garbing, but don't expect a few not to hit you really hard from time to time. The Zombies are fast and get slow though what happens to their bodies. If they have no legs or just one then of course their going to be slow, but those that seem new or just aging will be able to run after you. There are no special zombies, except one but your going to have to wait and see what it is. These Zombies seem to learn over time so a normal fence and a fleet of stairs aren't going to hold the zombies off for very long. And while zombies are extremely easy to outsmart their are a few old enough to figure out that hard things they hold tend to hurt their pray. So there might be a zombie swinging a baseball bat at you.
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Type of Characters...just so were clear!
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I want to see all kinds of characters from different walks of life. That means I don't want a hundred freaking ex-marines cause the military is gone! I will accept some ex-soldiers but after about one or two i'm cutting you punks off. I want to see School Teachers, Students, Engineers, The Mexican that worked at Burger King, or the Teenage Christian that worked at Chick-fl-A. I don't give a care what kind of person they are as long as their not perfect at everything damn thing they put their mind too. So have fun with it. And not everyone is the best shot.
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Miscellaneous...cause if something doesn't have some miscellaneous category then someone didn't try hard enough!
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A little portrait of myself shooting my Friend who was drawn as a Zombie.
Behold the shabby made map and gaze upon it's need for more work!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9IfHDi-2EA
And I guess it needs a theme song.
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Rules! Cause A Society can't thieve without some law!
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1. If you’re going to join the roleplay, try to remain active and write legible posts.
3. NO SUPER CHARACTERS!
4. Please make characters that make sense for time period. I’ll be approving them before you can play, but it’d save me some time if I didn’t have to send you a private message explaining why your 17 year old Keyblade-Wielding Cyborg Samurai Anime Girl doesn’t fit the RP…
5. No vampire characters.
6. Romance is fine. I don’t have a problem with drama in the story. Hell, I welcome it. Just keep it under control ;)7. Cursing isn’t a big thing with me, but try to use it correctly.
7. I welcome suggestions and hope that together we can build an epic storyline we can all enjoy!
8. I would like it if you didn't use an anime picture please!
9. Don't mention that rule 2 is missing!
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Character Sheet...because you punks just seem to get so confused when their isn't one.
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Character Sheet
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Profession:
Weapons:
Bio:
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Character list: coming soon!
The Main Character's Story so Far.
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The near perfect blanket of snow, only ruined by footprints, shimmered in the light that passed though the trees of the forest. The dead silence of the woods seemed eerie, no sounds were heard from both man or animal. In the middle of this dead landscape sat a tent, worn from to much use, where Ryan sat patiently. His face emotionless, and with eyes that seemed distant to his current world. He gazed out of the mesh window, a rifle in his lap. But he wasn’t focused on what was going on outside. Ryan tired pressing his body closer to himself, rubbing his arms with the fur in the inside of his coat. He watched his breath steam. His mind wondering to a time he could remember before the hell he calls reality.
As a child Ryan sat in the backseat of his parent’s car on trips back home from church. This time he seemed to be adoring some paper with some well placed dry noodles glued to look like a cross. Ryan’s dad would have looked back at him smiling while mom drove.
“So did you understand the pastors message today?” He asked, his face expressing a loving smile. Ryan looked up at his father confused.
“umm...yea...I mean no.” he said taking back his lie after giving the noodle cross a quick glance. Ryan’s Father laughed.
“No matter how bad things get or seem to be remember that there is always hope.” The Father said, fading away.
Ryan sat there in his tent smiling, a tear coming down his cheek.
“I wish I could remember more about you dad.” He said, sighing.
Ryan’s loving memory interrupted by a sudden flash back of his father trying to eat him as a zombie. Ryan woke up from his day dreams, jumping a bit from the last one. Dry sweat rushing down his brow. Ryan sat there breathing deep trying to pretend that none of that happened.
Just then Ryan heard the bell of the trap he placed. Ryan stood up, gripping his rifle with a sense hope and hunger. As Ryan stepped out of the tent and looked towards his trap, his mouth dropped some and his face became long with disappointment. His feeling of hope gone, but unfortunately hunger was left behind.
In the Trap, hanging upside-down, with a rope around its leg was a large living corpse in a bright orange hunting vest. When it saw Ryan it started growling and moaning from its blood and vomit covered beard, reaching to grab at Ryan but all in vain. Ryan took a good look then glared.
“Well, damn I can’t eat that!” he said aiming his gun and shooting the zombie in the head. Ryan looked at the corpse hanging, the remains of brain and blood slowly oozing out in a black like tar. Ryan started laughing as he watched, his eyes distant. His laughter seemed to get louder and crazier. The kind of laughter that only those who have seen troubles can know and would send shivers up the spine of the sane. Then soon he started crying, holding his face in his hands.
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A summery of what the story will Intel...because this is based off a series of comic books that I wrote!
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This is of course a zombie infested America that not many have been left to survive. Back on during the initial outbreak the military took complete control and instated martial law. Large cities and heavily populated states seemed to fade away from existence as the virus became worse. Soon smaller places in america began to become worse leaving the military no choice but to establish walls around uninfected areas and protecting schools with durable fences. As the condition grew worse the military seemed to just die out and soon people were on their own. To fend for themselves and try to survive. Although most places are dead there are still a few radio stations that seem to be still working and playing music. Cell Phone towers still seem to be working and some cities power grids are still online. So news travels and tales of bravery spread. Tales of the "Legendary Four" being told on the radios. The "Legendary Four" wore a group of young men that had their own little tribe of survivors that followed them. It was said that no one that became a part of their tribe never knew fear and never got close enough to even smell a zombie. These Four were either very blessed, lucky, or just stories being told to give some hope to people. Soon though their stories ended and were never heard from again. People believe the "Legendary Four" to be dead or have never existed, and the belief that the military is long dead also runs deep. Though their are strange stories of groups of heavily armed people that seem to travel at night. Most Stories about the mysterious groups tend to frighten as it is said that some have been killing survivors and burning down established villages.
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The Type of Zombies...cause I hate what some zombies have become!
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These Zombies are not the video game variety spitters, smokers, or tanks. These are infected humans that crave to eat human flesh not beat on you until your down. They will try their best to bite you not beat you down with their fists. which means a lot of garbing, but don't expect a few not to hit you really hard from time to time. The Zombies are fast and get slow though what happens to their bodies. If they have no legs or just one then of course their going to be slow, but those that seem new or just aging will be able to run after you. There are no special zombies, except one but your going to have to wait and see what it is. These Zombies seem to learn over time so a normal fence and a fleet of stairs aren't going to hold the zombies off for very long. And while zombies are extremely easy to outsmart their are a few old enough to figure out that hard things they hold tend to hurt their pray. So there might be a zombie swinging a baseball bat at you.
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Type of Characters...just so were clear!
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I want to see all kinds of characters from different walks of life. That means I don't want a hundred freaking ex-marines cause the military is gone! I will accept some ex-soldiers but after about one or two i'm cutting you punks off. I want to see School Teachers, Students, Engineers, The Mexican that worked at Burger King, or the Teenage Christian that worked at Chick-fl-A. I don't give a care what kind of person they are as long as their not perfect at everything damn thing they put their mind too. So have fun with it. And not everyone is the best shot.
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Miscellaneous...cause if something doesn't have some miscellaneous category then someone didn't try hard enough!
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A little portrait of myself shooting my Friend who was drawn as a Zombie.
Behold the shabby made map and gaze upon it's need for more work!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9IfHDi-2EA
And I guess it needs a theme song.
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Rules! Cause A Society can't thieve without some law!
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1. If you’re going to join the roleplay, try to remain active and write legible posts.
3. NO SUPER CHARACTERS!
4. Please make characters that make sense for time period. I’ll be approving them before you can play, but it’d save me some time if I didn’t have to send you a private message explaining why your 17 year old Keyblade-Wielding Cyborg Samurai Anime Girl doesn’t fit the RP…
5. No vampire characters.
6. Romance is fine. I don’t have a problem with drama in the story. Hell, I welcome it. Just keep it under control ;)7. Cursing isn’t a big thing with me, but try to use it correctly.
7. I welcome suggestions and hope that together we can build an epic storyline we can all enjoy!
8. I would like it if you didn't use an anime picture please!
9. Don't mention that rule 2 is missing!
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Character Sheet...because you punks just seem to get so confused when their isn't one.
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Character Sheet
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Profession:
Weapons:
Bio:
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Character list: coming soon!
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OOC Notes
There in the cold of and old log cabin Ryan sat at the dinner table staring blankly at the can of beans that would again be his dinner. He found himself in this cabin, a year and a half of his life just seemed to be missing, but he never found the strength or the will to leave. This was a good hideout at first thanks to the wild game that he could hunt close by, but like all places it just wasn't suppose to last. He's been living in it for a month now and already he was seeing more of the undead wondering up in the mountains, a map pinned on the wall hinting he was somewhere in Colorado. The Animals were all leaving due to their presence and because of this it naturally meant less food for Ryan. The Can of uncooked beans would have to do for today then he would need his rest after just coming back from his failed hunting trip.
There, on that rustic old table, the can just sat with Ryan looking at it with his head tilted to the side slightly. His hands in his lap and his thumbs rubbing each other just so he could feel the dirt that collected on them. His mouth watered but he just refused to touch that can. He wondered if it would just be easier if he could just crawl into the bed and just fall asleep and try to never wake up. A fitting death for the Man that remembered leaving his friends to die.
"You should really eat something you have a long day of driving tomorrow." Said a horrible gravely voice that seemed to bubble like blood was trapped deep in the throat with each breath it took. Ryan just lowered his head but kept his eyes on those beans he didn't dare speak or look towards the voice that came from the other end of the table.
"The Silent Treatment again? or are you saying grace? Oh, Allow me!" The voice said again clearing his throat. "Dear God, thank you for forsaking me and my friends and mankind but at least you have the decency to leave me some shit to eat!"
"Shut Up! Stop saying things like that!" Ryan yelled, glaring up and looking at what looked like him but as if he was a zombie. "Just shut your fucking mouth I don't want to hear anyone say something like that not even you!"
Zombie Ryan chuckled. "There we go now I got your attention and since I was nice enough to say grace why don't you eat up."
"Why should I...I deserve to starve...I left them." Ryan's eyes began to tear up his face becoming flushed. "I saw them Die!...I mean I thick I Did...Fuck I can't remember very well." Ryan said trying his hardest to think back. A brief flash as if some kind of photo skipped though his head. He saw his closest friends being ripped apart by the undead while the tribe of follows they had were being eaten. In it all Ryan remembering himself running away.
After the flash A sharp and very strong headache hit Ryan, his ears ringing loudly. Ryan grabbed his head and began to cry again. "God why does it hurt!" he yelled, the tears flowing as his clenched his head in his hands. "Why would I run! I never Ran before and all of a sudden all I remember is how they died then nothing! Just waking up in his cabin with some map showing me where I am and the old truck the four of us drove together in! How and Why the Fuck is this happening?"
"I don't know but what I do know is that if you stay here your not going to live much longer. The Zombies or starvation is going to get to you and my bet is the zombies can get to you faster."
"Maybe they should just get to me...If I leave i'll still be alone."
"You don't know that for sure, but the way I see it is your father wouldn't rather enjoy you just giving up."
Right there Ryan's tears stopped flowing and he wiped his face with the sleeve of that dark green poncho hoodie. He reached for those beans and opened the can. He dipped three fingers in the can and scooped a good serving out and just piled it into his mouth. Ryan ate those beans like they were the last meal he was going to have. Tomorrow he would be on the move to find a new place to survive.
There, on that rustic old table, the can just sat with Ryan looking at it with his head tilted to the side slightly. His hands in his lap and his thumbs rubbing each other just so he could feel the dirt that collected on them. His mouth watered but he just refused to touch that can. He wondered if it would just be easier if he could just crawl into the bed and just fall asleep and try to never wake up. A fitting death for the Man that remembered leaving his friends to die.
"You should really eat something you have a long day of driving tomorrow." Said a horrible gravely voice that seemed to bubble like blood was trapped deep in the throat with each breath it took. Ryan just lowered his head but kept his eyes on those beans he didn't dare speak or look towards the voice that came from the other end of the table.
"The Silent Treatment again? or are you saying grace? Oh, Allow me!" The voice said again clearing his throat. "Dear God, thank you for forsaking me and my friends and mankind but at least you have the decency to leave me some shit to eat!"
"Shut Up! Stop saying things like that!" Ryan yelled, glaring up and looking at what looked like him but as if he was a zombie. "Just shut your fucking mouth I don't want to hear anyone say something like that not even you!"
Zombie Ryan chuckled. "There we go now I got your attention and since I was nice enough to say grace why don't you eat up."
"Why should I...I deserve to starve...I left them." Ryan's eyes began to tear up his face becoming flushed. "I saw them Die!...I mean I thick I Did...Fuck I can't remember very well." Ryan said trying his hardest to think back. A brief flash as if some kind of photo skipped though his head. He saw his closest friends being ripped apart by the undead while the tribe of follows they had were being eaten. In it all Ryan remembering himself running away.
After the flash A sharp and very strong headache hit Ryan, his ears ringing loudly. Ryan grabbed his head and began to cry again. "God why does it hurt!" he yelled, the tears flowing as his clenched his head in his hands. "Why would I run! I never Ran before and all of a sudden all I remember is how they died then nothing! Just waking up in his cabin with some map showing me where I am and the old truck the four of us drove together in! How and Why the Fuck is this happening?"
"I don't know but what I do know is that if you stay here your not going to live much longer. The Zombies or starvation is going to get to you and my bet is the zombies can get to you faster."
"Maybe they should just get to me...If I leave i'll still be alone."
"You don't know that for sure, but the way I see it is your father wouldn't rather enjoy you just giving up."
Right there Ryan's tears stopped flowing and he wiped his face with the sleeve of that dark green poncho hoodie. He reached for those beans and opened the can. He dipped three fingers in the can and scooped a good serving out and just piled it into his mouth. Ryan ate those beans like they were the last meal he was going to have. Tomorrow he would be on the move to find a new place to survive.
OOC Notes
Ashia sat in the basement of her mysterious house that she had prepared for any type of attack. Recently she had been lucky and none of the disgusting zombies had come by her little home. The house was a two story home with a finished basement and finished attic. There was a garage on the side where she kept her jacked hummer and 4x4 trucks. Everything else was finished and the house was actually in good shape, the only thing that looked bad was the outside because she made it that way.
She let out a breath of air quickly, "I guess it's time for my shopping spree." Ashia grabbed her back pack and threw in her flashlight, Uzi, pocket knife, a few pieces of food, a map, travel blanket, packet of blood, batteries, a drink, and rope. She headed up stairs and grabbed her metal slugger (baseball bat). She then put her long blonde hair into a pony tail and made sure she looked some what decent.
Ashia slowly opened the door to see if anything was outside. The worn out porch looked as though it was hanging in the air. She then closed the door and took off all the locks and re-opened the door. Again she looked around the yard, making sure nothing was there. When the coast was clear, Ashia closed the door behind her and locked it. She headed for her Dodge Ram (Truck) and got in. Putting on some soft music she pulled out of the driveway and headed to town.
She let out a breath of air quickly, "I guess it's time for my shopping spree." Ashia grabbed her back pack and threw in her flashlight, Uzi, pocket knife, a few pieces of food, a map, travel blanket, packet of blood, batteries, a drink, and rope. She headed up stairs and grabbed her metal slugger (baseball bat). She then put her long blonde hair into a pony tail and made sure she looked some what decent.
Ashia slowly opened the door to see if anything was outside. The worn out porch looked as though it was hanging in the air. She then closed the door and took off all the locks and re-opened the door. Again she looked around the yard, making sure nothing was there. When the coast was clear, Ashia closed the door behind her and locked it. She headed for her Dodge Ram (Truck) and got in. Putting on some soft music she pulled out of the driveway and headed to town.
OOC Notes
Joshua frowned a bit as he stepped out of his car, an old dented thing that was sorely in need of more fuel before he continued on. The medic walked down the street, eying the deserted stores for any sign of the undead or, perhaps too optimistically, healthy people. But he saw no sign of anyone, which was probably just as well. He had gotten better with the revolver he was given by his first group, but the thought of facing hordes of cannibalistic monsters alone chilled him to the bone. There was never a worse fate than being infected. Would he be aware of what he was doing? Would he care? He had no idea. He'd prefer a bullet in the head.
He scanned the stores at the side of the road. There were no bodies of those killed either. That meant this place was either abandoned or stripped clean by the undead before moving on. Either way, there probably weren't many around. He stepped into a convenience store, scrounging for food, toilet paper, and other useful miscellanea that would help him survive. He'd need to find a can of gas or something for his car. Maybe he'd be lucky and the pumps at the gas station would work. If not, he'd just have to find a new car. It was always best to have an escape vehicle. One never knew when they would encounter zombies hungry for human flesh. Joshua smiled slightly. That was something that he'd never thought he'd think, though that thought tended to pop up in his mind often.
Joshua nodded a little as he stuffed some cans of soup, canned fruit, and toilet paper before going next door to the gun shop and swiping some ammo for his revolver. Most of the store had been looted, though some bigger guns to heavy to carry, small guns unnoticed in the chaos, and crates of ammo remained. He found a small handgun and took that as well. He had seen others die when their weapons jammed. He was determined to have a spare.
He sighed as he headed further down the street. He either needed gas or a new car. He couldn't carry more than a a few day's supplies on his back. Again, he scanned the street, gripping the revolver he had holstered at his side. Constant Vigilance. He smiled a little. He remembered reading that in one of his favorite books. Professor Moody would be proud.
He scanned the stores at the side of the road. There were no bodies of those killed either. That meant this place was either abandoned or stripped clean by the undead before moving on. Either way, there probably weren't many around. He stepped into a convenience store, scrounging for food, toilet paper, and other useful miscellanea that would help him survive. He'd need to find a can of gas or something for his car. Maybe he'd be lucky and the pumps at the gas station would work. If not, he'd just have to find a new car. It was always best to have an escape vehicle. One never knew when they would encounter zombies hungry for human flesh. Joshua smiled slightly. That was something that he'd never thought he'd think, though that thought tended to pop up in his mind often.
Joshua nodded a little as he stuffed some cans of soup, canned fruit, and toilet paper before going next door to the gun shop and swiping some ammo for his revolver. Most of the store had been looted, though some bigger guns to heavy to carry, small guns unnoticed in the chaos, and crates of ammo remained. He found a small handgun and took that as well. He had seen others die when their weapons jammed. He was determined to have a spare.
He sighed as he headed further down the street. He either needed gas or a new car. He couldn't carry more than a a few day's supplies on his back. Again, he scanned the street, gripping the revolver he had holstered at his side. Constant Vigilance. He smiled a little. He remembered reading that in one of his favorite books. Professor Moody would be proud.
OOC Notes
Louis sighs as he stood up and looked around, he apparently passed out in a small house, he remembered running from a small group of infected and he decided to hide in the house. He walked slowly to the window, hoping to see outside and find a cheerful, busy street, but he know, that's too much to hope for, as he looked out the window, he is greeted by the emptiness that's been haunting him for so long, not even a sign of people, alive or otherwise, but nothing is visible, he decided to just get out of the house, so he walked to the back door and peek outside, and slowly open the door and walk out.
As Louis go out he slowly reach to his jacket's pocket and draw his handgun, he slowly walk trough the quite alleyways, he hums himself a tune to keep himself company, as he approached a corner he heard a faint sound of chewing and ripping, after letting go a big breath, he took a peek at the corner, after taking a look he almost laughed, nothing, nothing at all was there, he guessed it's from somewhere further down, probably from the street, so he decided to just continue down the alley.
After finally finding another exit from the alley, he finally got to the streets, there are only a houses around, he sighs, he was hoping for at least a mini-market because he only got supplies for a day or two, so he continued walking down the street as he search for somewhere to loot, constantly looking back and gripping his 1911 tight.
As Louis go out he slowly reach to his jacket's pocket and draw his handgun, he slowly walk trough the quite alleyways, he hums himself a tune to keep himself company, as he approached a corner he heard a faint sound of chewing and ripping, after letting go a big breath, he took a peek at the corner, after taking a look he almost laughed, nothing, nothing at all was there, he guessed it's from somewhere further down, probably from the street, so he decided to just continue down the alley.
After finally finding another exit from the alley, he finally got to the streets, there are only a houses around, he sighs, he was hoping for at least a mini-market because he only got supplies for a day or two, so he continued walking down the street as he search for somewhere to loot, constantly looking back and gripping his 1911 tight.
OOC Notes
Jeffery Howlett, Jefferes to anyone who might have known him that was unlucky enough to still be alive, had spent the past two days on the highway, just walking. Perhaps on the highway wasn't quite the right choice of words, he walked about fifty feet from the road so he had a good enough scope of vision to give him an advantage should anything creep up on him. It didn't pay to be stupid in these times after all. He wandered along, seemingly zombie himself. He had no real pace to his walk and if times had been different one may even have described his journey as lesuirely. However, there was little lesuirely about this day, nor those before it. Not for ... He couldn't even remember how long. He stopped to think about it, coming up empty. "Balls..." He carried on walking after uttering the single word under his breath. It then occured to him that it had been... Again, he didn't know how long since he had last spoken. This thought stopped him again. As it happened, this was an increasingly common trait of Jeffers. Many things that passed through his mind managed to stop him in his tracks.
"Baby baby, I feel these sweet sensations... Yeah..." Managing only to sing, quite badly, the first line of a song he listened to so often in another life had a curious effect on the man. He laughed. It was a sound so alien to him, a bark of humour in a world so devoid of anything worth laughing at, that he stopped as soon as he had started, remembering why it was so important to be silent. He pulled his long weight out of it's home made holster and gripped it in both hands, frantically staring around for the attack he was certain would be coming... But there was nothing. There usually wasn't. What had been mistaken for instinct in those first days of chaos turned out to be a cautious paranoia that was defnitely useful. It had saved him on more than one ocassion and likely would again before his time was through.
Jeffers sighed, hanging his head and letting his dirty (Considerably moreso than ever before) blonde hair hang down and brush against his cheeks in the light breeze. He decided to keep his weapon out, his right hip and shoulder were aching from the weight placed on them. It took some determination to carry on, despair had been setting in since his last encounter with any other living person and there were times that he thought it may be best to put his revolver against his temple and pull the trigger to end it all. But he didn't. He didn't know why, but the voice in his mind that crept in during such times hinted at cowardice. A layabout, a drunk, a gambler, a user of people; he may have been all of these things once upon a time but Jeffery Howlett was no coward. "Honey, honey, looks like a superstar..."
Taking up where he had left off with the song, he started trudging on again, always keeping an eye out. It wasn't long before he found what he was looking for: A clear stretch of road. And so he started for the highway, hoping to find a car that had not been left with the engine running when it's occupants had either fled or been devoured.
"Baby baby, I feel these sweet sensations... Yeah..." Managing only to sing, quite badly, the first line of a song he listened to so often in another life had a curious effect on the man. He laughed. It was a sound so alien to him, a bark of humour in a world so devoid of anything worth laughing at, that he stopped as soon as he had started, remembering why it was so important to be silent. He pulled his long weight out of it's home made holster and gripped it in both hands, frantically staring around for the attack he was certain would be coming... But there was nothing. There usually wasn't. What had been mistaken for instinct in those first days of chaos turned out to be a cautious paranoia that was defnitely useful. It had saved him on more than one ocassion and likely would again before his time was through.
Jeffers sighed, hanging his head and letting his dirty (Considerably moreso than ever before) blonde hair hang down and brush against his cheeks in the light breeze. He decided to keep his weapon out, his right hip and shoulder were aching from the weight placed on them. It took some determination to carry on, despair had been setting in since his last encounter with any other living person and there were times that he thought it may be best to put his revolver against his temple and pull the trigger to end it all. But he didn't. He didn't know why, but the voice in his mind that crept in during such times hinted at cowardice. A layabout, a drunk, a gambler, a user of people; he may have been all of these things once upon a time but Jeffery Howlett was no coward. "Honey, honey, looks like a superstar..."
Taking up where he had left off with the song, he started trudging on again, always keeping an eye out. It wasn't long before he found what he was looking for: A clear stretch of road. And so he started for the highway, hoping to find a car that had not been left with the engine running when it's occupants had either fled or been devoured.
OOC Notes
Cally's dark hair swung into her face as she rocked back and forth. She found herself in Colorado, edging towards Estes Park, from Fort Collins. It was colder than she expected, she thought to herself, her thin coat and two blankets doing little to protect her from the chilled wind blowing from the mountains. The high altitude, overall climate, and lack of heating in the current house she found herself in didn't help either.
She shifted slightly, pulling her knees closer to her body and tucking her arms as close as she could to her core. She clenched her jaw tighter together and stared down at the wooden floor. She could tell that it used to be a beautiful pine, but years of dust and light damage had made it dull and splintery. It was dark, here, alone in a stranger's home... used to be home. It was cold, too. But most of all, it was quiet. And that was good enough for Cally.
The quiet was strangely deafening and Cally's eyes flickered to her backpack and her two closest alleys, a baseball bat and a crowbar, for a feeling of comfort. They had been by her side since the beginning and had saved her life numerous times. She dryly chuckled to herself, rolling her eyes. 'Yep, my two best friends... A crowbar and a bat.' Her eyes deadened suddenly and her head sunk down for contact with her shoulders. Her two best friends...
Pictures flashed through her mind of her past. Her and two other girls, twins, sitting together. They were the same age, living in the same home, and loved each other like family. They grew up together and attended the same schools. They finally split when they each went to a different college. Cally's eyes narrowed, saddening, it looked as though she might cry, but the tears never came. She shook her head, deciding to focus on the sounds outside of her small fortress for the night.
If sleep came for her than night, it would be broken and restless.
She shifted slightly, pulling her knees closer to her body and tucking her arms as close as she could to her core. She clenched her jaw tighter together and stared down at the wooden floor. She could tell that it used to be a beautiful pine, but years of dust and light damage had made it dull and splintery. It was dark, here, alone in a stranger's home... used to be home. It was cold, too. But most of all, it was quiet. And that was good enough for Cally.
The quiet was strangely deafening and Cally's eyes flickered to her backpack and her two closest alleys, a baseball bat and a crowbar, for a feeling of comfort. They had been by her side since the beginning and had saved her life numerous times. She dryly chuckled to herself, rolling her eyes. 'Yep, my two best friends... A crowbar and a bat.' Her eyes deadened suddenly and her head sunk down for contact with her shoulders. Her two best friends...
Pictures flashed through her mind of her past. Her and two other girls, twins, sitting together. They were the same age, living in the same home, and loved each other like family. They grew up together and attended the same schools. They finally split when they each went to a different college. Cally's eyes narrowed, saddening, it looked as though she might cry, but the tears never came. She shook her head, deciding to focus on the sounds outside of her small fortress for the night.
If sleep came for her than night, it would be broken and restless.
OOC Notes
Joshua gripped his gun as he approached the home near the edge of town. He had had bad luck so far. The pumps at the gas stations were either broken or just not working and he would either find a car full of gas, but no keys, or the keys to a car that was out of gas. He cursed inwardly and decided to check in the garage of this house. The former med student fiddled with the handle of the front door as the garage door was down, but he found it locked. He smiled slightly, gripping his bat and began to smash at the lock. He had long since gotten over his aversion to such criminal behavior. It wasn't a crime when no one was there, right?
He stepped into the house, scanning the dark with his eyes just incase an undead was here. He could never be too careful. After a bit, he said lowly, but loud and clear, "Hello? Anyone here?!"
He gripped his bat and pulled out his revolver just incase he attracted zombies. He figured that if this house had infected dwelling within, then it was best to attract their attention and purge the house of them now rather than allow them to ambush him from the dark. And if there were survivors here, though he doubted it, then it was best for them to know he wasn't a zombie. He smiled slightly. Zombies tended to grunt and gurgle.
"Well, I need a car. I guess I will look for the key to the one in the garage," he said aloud. He shook his head. He was talking to no one, but, then again, who else was there to talk to? Himself? Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity, but, then again, was talking to no one any better? Joshua honestly didn't know and he didn't care. He just wanted to survive and find others, anyone. He didn't like the thought of being the last person in the world.
He stepped into the house, scanning the dark with his eyes just incase an undead was here. He could never be too careful. After a bit, he said lowly, but loud and clear, "Hello? Anyone here?!"
He gripped his bat and pulled out his revolver just incase he attracted zombies. He figured that if this house had infected dwelling within, then it was best to attract their attention and purge the house of them now rather than allow them to ambush him from the dark. And if there were survivors here, though he doubted it, then it was best for them to know he wasn't a zombie. He smiled slightly. Zombies tended to grunt and gurgle.
"Well, I need a car. I guess I will look for the key to the one in the garage," he said aloud. He shook his head. He was talking to no one, but, then again, who else was there to talk to? Himself? Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity, but, then again, was talking to no one any better? Joshua honestly didn't know and he didn't care. He just wanted to survive and find others, anyone. He didn't like the thought of being the last person in the world.
OOC Notes
Ashia was traveling the road long enough that her gas tank was starting to run low. "Great, another thing to pick up while in town." She sighed and continued on her little journey. One of her favorite songs started playing and she couldn't help but start singing to it. "Till now I always got by on my own, I never realy cared until I met you." Tears streamed down her face as she thought about her brother and how he was tricked into going with that stupid girl. She would never trust another person again.
Suddenly she realized where she was and almost forgot to take her turn off from the highway. She hated being on it so she got off and headed down another road following her map that laid in her lap.
Ashia traveled the back roads heading into town she passed by a few cars and looking over she thought she saw someone heading into a house. She was afraid it was a zombie so quietly she shut the car off and grabed her gun. She opened the door and closed it making sure it locked behind her. "Hello?" She whispered at first, then she called again "Come out... come out" She was very scared that something may come out that she really did not want to see.
Suddenly she realized where she was and almost forgot to take her turn off from the highway. She hated being on it so she got off and headed down another road following her map that laid in her lap.
Ashia traveled the back roads heading into town she passed by a few cars and looking over she thought she saw someone heading into a house. She was afraid it was a zombie so quietly she shut the car off and grabed her gun. She opened the door and closed it making sure it locked behind her. "Hello?" She whispered at first, then she called again "Come out... come out" She was very scared that something may come out that she really did not want to see.
OOC Notes
As Ryan slept that night he went to bed almost reluctantly trying to get as much sleep as he could muster. The old bed was just too cold and hard though and made sleeping uncomfortable and almost impossible. He stirred restlessly as has he sub-consciencely tried to find a way to rest in a way that would be best. It then Started though he heard something outside his window. Ryan's eyes shot open and he looked towards the frost covered window as he heard the sound of snow crunching in the rhythm of a person's footsteps. Ryan's breathing became deep and slightly erratic as the sound multiplied and got louder.
Ryan clenched his bedsheets in his hands tighter looking at the door from where the sound seemed to just stop. Ryan kept quite he didn't expect Zombies to roam this far out into the mountains. He was usually so safe out here could he have been to late in leaving his position. Was it the Rifle he shot earlier did the zombies come because of that? He could now hardly breath and he was thankful for that because if he could it would be loud. Ryan didn't move a muscle as he sat up in that bed and his eyes shifted towards a window that was too close for safety. A zombie walked by and stopped right there where Ryan could see it perfectly. He couldn't see the face though do to the shadows casted on it's head. Ryan gulped and his brow dripped sweat so hard that he was starting to mix with blood.
The Zombie finally came to the window and Ryan saw his Father touching the window mouthing the words "I'm proud of you." Ryan went white in fear and he couldn't breath to save his life. The Zombie just mouthed the words "I'm proud of you." over and over. The Door busted open a flood of undead rushing in running at Ryan. The Zombies got a hold of him and he was helpless the ripped him apart each taking a piece of him to eat like they were sharing a thanksgiving turkey. He felt as his arms were ripped off by the every zombies that were once the friends he thought he left for dead. The very fingers of his mother ripping and digging into his stomach eating all the organs she could get her maggot covered hands on. Ryan yelled and screamed in pain until his Father came and ripped his head off.
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Ryan woke up tossing and turning violently in his bed his screams loud and his sweat making the bed wet. After a few moments Ryan realized it was all a dream and he slowly sat up in his bed. He put his head in his hands and cried slightly. He just couldn't believe that he deserted those people. He couldn't believe the memories that he had about him running. He had to kill his father why would he lose his friends too without going down with them? He just couldn't make sense of anything lately. For a few minutes he just sat in bed and cried until he knew he had to get up and leave. Even if there wasn't really any zombies after him being loud it was only a matter of time. He packed everything he needed donned his green poncho and grabbed what he had left to survive off of.
He got into that large white truck and started it up and just waited for the interior to warm up before he left. He rubbed his fuzzy unshaven chin and couched into his hand. He looked back at his old log cabin that he only got to know for a mouth and knew that once he left there was no going back. He needed to find answers and he needed to find people because he knew that it was either going to be the zombies or the depression that was going to get to him. He clicked on the radio since he knew some stations somehow still worked, and a few were even a few people talking. He needed something to get his mind off the hell he thought was his own. He pushed on the gas and he was gone ready to begin his end or find light to that tunnel that his father always told him about.
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Radio Stations:
Phantom Radio-Playing The best in Classic and Opera music.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QbN0g8-zbdY -Time to Say Goodbye by Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGLSk3AVcUU -You are Loved by Josh Groban
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQVeaIHWWck -Moonlight Sonata by Ludwig van Beethoven
-Static- This is a recording due to natural disaster the staff can not be in, after playing 730 hours of programmed music on shuffle the system will repeat -static
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Truth Radio- Your Friend in this Shit storm who is giving it to you straight!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E3mx3ptEz50 -Clam like a Bomb by Rage against the Machine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmAY0ELjDMU -My Apocalypse by Metallica
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1LRtjVt0LUc -Highway to Hell by AC/DC
-hippie college dropout voice- Hey Dudes and dudettes its me Stan your voice in this Shit Storm giving it to you straight. I would like to mention that unlike my competitors I always play music to kick Zombie Ass too! Though I admit that I enjoy Cowboy Dan's show as well! But Mr. Sinatra can shove his lies and his disrespect for the stories of the Legendary four up his ASS! ON that note kiddies I would like to remind you that the anniversary of the start of their stories is coming up! Remember to shoot a Zombie in the head at least once in their Honor. This has been Stan signing off for more back to back music!
Call: 555-5566
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Cowboy Dan Radio- playing what I had on my ipod for about a month now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9IfHDi-2EA -When the Man Comes around by Johnny Cash.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o22eIJDtKho&feature=related -Hurt cover by Johnny Cash.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xzDhLvhgQw -Ain't No Sunshine when shes gone by Bill Withers
-Southern accent- Um, Hey this is I guess Cowboy Dan as Stan calls me. My group has been holding up in this station for a while now and seems to be doing well so we'll be putting on my ipod for all you listeners out there. Hope you like it. I guess this is where I say a catch phase like "Yew-ha"
call: 555-5645
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Mr. Sinatra Radio- Your Humble Radio Personality hoping the best of luck to you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6E2hYDIFDIU -My Way by Frank Sinatra
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIiUqfxFttM -Thats Life by Frank Sinatra
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Edwsf-8F3sI -Feeling Good cover by Michael Buble
-Soft old Voice- Good Morning listeners I hope that everything is going well for you today. I would just hate if I lost any of you and it just breaks my heart when I just think that something might have. So if your like me and up at such a late hour then your either scared or on watch duty. If your scared then don't worry and just listen to my voice and i'll keep playing music to make you feel good. If your on duty then i'm proud of you. Just keep fighting the good fight and send in your requests i'll be here for you. I'm always here for you.
Call: 555-9855
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Ryan clenched his bedsheets in his hands tighter looking at the door from where the sound seemed to just stop. Ryan kept quite he didn't expect Zombies to roam this far out into the mountains. He was usually so safe out here could he have been to late in leaving his position. Was it the Rifle he shot earlier did the zombies come because of that? He could now hardly breath and he was thankful for that because if he could it would be loud. Ryan didn't move a muscle as he sat up in that bed and his eyes shifted towards a window that was too close for safety. A zombie walked by and stopped right there where Ryan could see it perfectly. He couldn't see the face though do to the shadows casted on it's head. Ryan gulped and his brow dripped sweat so hard that he was starting to mix with blood.
The Zombie finally came to the window and Ryan saw his Father touching the window mouthing the words "I'm proud of you." Ryan went white in fear and he couldn't breath to save his life. The Zombie just mouthed the words "I'm proud of you." over and over. The Door busted open a flood of undead rushing in running at Ryan. The Zombies got a hold of him and he was helpless the ripped him apart each taking a piece of him to eat like they were sharing a thanksgiving turkey. He felt as his arms were ripped off by the every zombies that were once the friends he thought he left for dead. The very fingers of his mother ripping and digging into his stomach eating all the organs she could get her maggot covered hands on. Ryan yelled and screamed in pain until his Father came and ripped his head off.
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Ryan woke up tossing and turning violently in his bed his screams loud and his sweat making the bed wet. After a few moments Ryan realized it was all a dream and he slowly sat up in his bed. He put his head in his hands and cried slightly. He just couldn't believe that he deserted those people. He couldn't believe the memories that he had about him running. He had to kill his father why would he lose his friends too without going down with them? He just couldn't make sense of anything lately. For a few minutes he just sat in bed and cried until he knew he had to get up and leave. Even if there wasn't really any zombies after him being loud it was only a matter of time. He packed everything he needed donned his green poncho and grabbed what he had left to survive off of.
He got into that large white truck and started it up and just waited for the interior to warm up before he left. He rubbed his fuzzy unshaven chin and couched into his hand. He looked back at his old log cabin that he only got to know for a mouth and knew that once he left there was no going back. He needed to find answers and he needed to find people because he knew that it was either going to be the zombies or the depression that was going to get to him. He clicked on the radio since he knew some stations somehow still worked, and a few were even a few people talking. He needed something to get his mind off the hell he thought was his own. He pushed on the gas and he was gone ready to begin his end or find light to that tunnel that his father always told him about.
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Radio Stations:
Phantom Radio-Playing The best in Classic and Opera music.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QbN0g8-zbdY -Time to Say Goodbye by Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGLSk3AVcUU -You are Loved by Josh Groban
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQVeaIHWWck -Moonlight Sonata by Ludwig van Beethoven
-Static- This is a recording due to natural disaster the staff can not be in, after playing 730 hours of programmed music on shuffle the system will repeat -static
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Truth Radio- Your Friend in this Shit storm who is giving it to you straight!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E3mx3ptEz50 -Clam like a Bomb by Rage against the Machine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmAY0ELjDMU -My Apocalypse by Metallica
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1LRtjVt0LUc -Highway to Hell by AC/DC
-hippie college dropout voice- Hey Dudes and dudettes its me Stan your voice in this Shit Storm giving it to you straight. I would like to mention that unlike my competitors I always play music to kick Zombie Ass too! Though I admit that I enjoy Cowboy Dan's show as well! But Mr. Sinatra can shove his lies and his disrespect for the stories of the Legendary four up his ASS! ON that note kiddies I would like to remind you that the anniversary of the start of their stories is coming up! Remember to shoot a Zombie in the head at least once in their Honor. This has been Stan signing off for more back to back music!
Call: 555-5566
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Cowboy Dan Radio- playing what I had on my ipod for about a month now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9IfHDi-2EA -When the Man Comes around by Johnny Cash.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o22eIJDtKho&feature=related -Hurt cover by Johnny Cash.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xzDhLvhgQw -Ain't No Sunshine when shes gone by Bill Withers
-Southern accent- Um, Hey this is I guess Cowboy Dan as Stan calls me. My group has been holding up in this station for a while now and seems to be doing well so we'll be putting on my ipod for all you listeners out there. Hope you like it. I guess this is where I say a catch phase like "Yew-ha"
call: 555-5645
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Mr. Sinatra Radio- Your Humble Radio Personality hoping the best of luck to you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6E2hYDIFDIU -My Way by Frank Sinatra
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIiUqfxFttM -Thats Life by Frank Sinatra
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Edwsf-8F3sI -Feeling Good cover by Michael Buble
-Soft old Voice- Good Morning listeners I hope that everything is going well for you today. I would just hate if I lost any of you and it just breaks my heart when I just think that something might have. So if your like me and up at such a late hour then your either scared or on watch duty. If your scared then don't worry and just listen to my voice and i'll keep playing music to make you feel good. If your on duty then i'm proud of you. Just keep fighting the good fight and send in your requests i'll be here for you. I'm always here for you.
Call: 555-9855
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OOC Notes
((This is me assuming that Joshua found the house that Cally was in and also assuming that Ashia saw Joshua entering said house. If I'm incorrect, just let me know and I'll edit away. XP))
Cally was breathing heavily, gasping for oxygen as she fiddled with the door directly ahead of her. She heard the moans of zombies in the distance, the horde she has just spent the last fifteen minutes out running and out maneuvering. Though it had been years now, since the outbreak, sprinting for a full fifteen minutes would still be difficult for anyone. Finally managing to get the door to pop open, Cally moved inside and locked the door behind her. She pulled her bat from her back and let out a low whistle, waiting for the moaning or shuffling response of any zombies in the home to her noise. When no sounds were heard, Cally began a slow sweep of the home, making sure it was clear.
The entire home was abandoned, empty and cold. She sat down in a corner of a far-off room. There was only one entrance in the room, so Cally would be able to see the zombies before they saw her -- giving her a chance to escape through a window or take them out before they could advance on her. She had pulled her blanket out of her pack and curled up in the corner, the warmth from the fireplace beginning to fill her with a sense of ease and comfort. It was strange, she didn't remember lighting the fire, but she was glad it was there. Her eyes began to close as she listened to the crackling of the firewood as it burned. Everything was right in the world, for once. She smiled as she felt a hand on her knee, she opened her eyes to see her two best friends sitting cross-legged in front of her. She opened her mouth to respond to their presence, when there came a odd sound.
Someone was jiggling the door handle of the main door, obviously unable to open it when she had relocked it. She blinked, not exactly sure what it meant. She looked to her friends who had stood up and were making there way towards the main hall. Cally shook her head, attempting to get their attention; they couldn't just go inspecting each and every sound. It wasn't safe. They should move away from sounds. Suddenly, there was a banging sound on the door. It echoed off the walls and reverberated through her entire body. Her eyes widened with fear, her mouth opening and closing like a fish as her friends smiled at her then continued towards the main door. She grimaced, shaking her head. Her entire body was frozen. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't protect them... She screwed her eyes shut as the pounding came to a halt and the telltale sign of the door breaking in met her ears.
This was it. She was going to die. Zombies had broken in and they were going to eat her because she was useless. Good for nothing, couldn't even protect her friends, can't protect herself, can't even move. She deserved it. Deserved to die. Didn't deserve to live. Deserved to become a meal. Useless, useless, useless, useless, USELESS!
"Hello? Anyone here?"
Her eyes cracked open and she looked around. She was freezing, unable to feel her fingers or toes. There was no fire. Her friends weren't there. There were no zombies... It was all a dream. She rubbed her eyes, blinking as she looked around, licking her dry and cracked lips. She was unsure if the voice had been part of her dream, but there was no use sitting around anymore; she would get no more sleep. She went to fold her blanket up and search the house for a warmer jacket.
"I need a car. So I guess I look for the key to the one in the garage."
There it was again, a strange voice. Cally blinked in surprise, opening her voice to speak but it didn't work quite right. It came out more as a raspy, gurgle-y shout... it had been far too long since she had spoken. She coughed phlegm from her throat and tried again, a weak and raspy "Hello?" issuing forth. She sounded terrible, not quite human. She shook her head, sinking back down to the ground. Maybe this was all a joke. Maybe there wasn't anyone there. Maybe it was just her mind playing with her, trying to get her to need someone else... it had been so long... since she had someone else. She sighed, it would be better if this imaginary voice just did what it wanted. It could just take the keys and the car and go; she didn't need it around, messing with her head, fooling her into caring again.
Cally was breathing heavily, gasping for oxygen as she fiddled with the door directly ahead of her. She heard the moans of zombies in the distance, the horde she has just spent the last fifteen minutes out running and out maneuvering. Though it had been years now, since the outbreak, sprinting for a full fifteen minutes would still be difficult for anyone. Finally managing to get the door to pop open, Cally moved inside and locked the door behind her. She pulled her bat from her back and let out a low whistle, waiting for the moaning or shuffling response of any zombies in the home to her noise. When no sounds were heard, Cally began a slow sweep of the home, making sure it was clear.
The entire home was abandoned, empty and cold. She sat down in a corner of a far-off room. There was only one entrance in the room, so Cally would be able to see the zombies before they saw her -- giving her a chance to escape through a window or take them out before they could advance on her. She had pulled her blanket out of her pack and curled up in the corner, the warmth from the fireplace beginning to fill her with a sense of ease and comfort. It was strange, she didn't remember lighting the fire, but she was glad it was there. Her eyes began to close as she listened to the crackling of the firewood as it burned. Everything was right in the world, for once. She smiled as she felt a hand on her knee, she opened her eyes to see her two best friends sitting cross-legged in front of her. She opened her mouth to respond to their presence, when there came a odd sound.
Someone was jiggling the door handle of the main door, obviously unable to open it when she had relocked it. She blinked, not exactly sure what it meant. She looked to her friends who had stood up and were making there way towards the main hall. Cally shook her head, attempting to get their attention; they couldn't just go inspecting each and every sound. It wasn't safe. They should move away from sounds. Suddenly, there was a banging sound on the door. It echoed off the walls and reverberated through her entire body. Her eyes widened with fear, her mouth opening and closing like a fish as her friends smiled at her then continued towards the main door. She grimaced, shaking her head. Her entire body was frozen. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't protect them... She screwed her eyes shut as the pounding came to a halt and the telltale sign of the door breaking in met her ears.
This was it. She was going to die. Zombies had broken in and they were going to eat her because she was useless. Good for nothing, couldn't even protect her friends, can't protect herself, can't even move. She deserved it. Deserved to die. Didn't deserve to live. Deserved to become a meal. Useless, useless, useless, useless, USELESS!
"Hello? Anyone here?"
Her eyes cracked open and she looked around. She was freezing, unable to feel her fingers or toes. There was no fire. Her friends weren't there. There were no zombies... It was all a dream. She rubbed her eyes, blinking as she looked around, licking her dry and cracked lips. She was unsure if the voice had been part of her dream, but there was no use sitting around anymore; she would get no more sleep. She went to fold her blanket up and search the house for a warmer jacket.
"I need a car. So I guess I look for the key to the one in the garage."
There it was again, a strange voice. Cally blinked in surprise, opening her voice to speak but it didn't work quite right. It came out more as a raspy, gurgle-y shout... it had been far too long since she had spoken. She coughed phlegm from her throat and tried again, a weak and raspy "Hello?" issuing forth. She sounded terrible, not quite human. She shook her head, sinking back down to the ground. Maybe this was all a joke. Maybe there wasn't anyone there. Maybe it was just her mind playing with her, trying to get her to need someone else... it had been so long... since she had someone else. She sighed, it would be better if this imaginary voice just did what it wanted. It could just take the keys and the car and go; she didn't need it around, messing with her head, fooling her into caring again.
OOC Notes
Joshua for his part started when he heard a voice, a gravelly voice, possibly full of phlegm either from disuse or a cold. Possibly both. Then another voice, this one louder and from outside. He gripped his own bat, just incase, but re-opened the front door and called out, "You're free to come in, well, as long as the person in here is fine with it! I'll talk to them!"
He paused for a moment. Who was in here with him? Come to think of it, who was it outside? He wasn't sure. He decided it was best that they'd meet in the house, out of site from possible zombies. He turned his head and shouted over into the house again, "Hello! I'm... I'm glad there's someone here other than me. Come out, I don't mean any harm. There's another person outside and I invited them in as well, though I'm sorry for the intrusion."
He stepped into the hallway, heading towards where the first voice was. As he was doing so, he bumped into a figure and raised his bat instinctively, prepared to defend himself. He lowered it, however, when he saw it was a woman, about his age actually. he smiled sheepishly at her and lowered his bat, taking as good a look at her in the dark as he could. She looked scared and jilted just as much as he imagined himself to look. Beyond that, he saw that she looked rather pretty, the type he would be too shy to talk to in normal times. Her skin looked pale despite its dark color, however and he frowned. Weather was cold here. She could catch a cold which was dangerous in times with no power and eat save what you could scrounge up yourself.
"Why don't we head for the living room," he offered in his best nurse voice. He hoped that it was still comforting despite its recent lack of use, "Like I said, there's another survivor heading here and we could all use the fireplace there."
He paused for a moment. Who was in here with him? Come to think of it, who was it outside? He wasn't sure. He decided it was best that they'd meet in the house, out of site from possible zombies. He turned his head and shouted over into the house again, "Hello! I'm... I'm glad there's someone here other than me. Come out, I don't mean any harm. There's another person outside and I invited them in as well, though I'm sorry for the intrusion."
He stepped into the hallway, heading towards where the first voice was. As he was doing so, he bumped into a figure and raised his bat instinctively, prepared to defend himself. He lowered it, however, when he saw it was a woman, about his age actually. he smiled sheepishly at her and lowered his bat, taking as good a look at her in the dark as he could. She looked scared and jilted just as much as he imagined himself to look. Beyond that, he saw that she looked rather pretty, the type he would be too shy to talk to in normal times. Her skin looked pale despite its dark color, however and he frowned. Weather was cold here. She could catch a cold which was dangerous in times with no power and eat save what you could scrounge up yourself.
"Why don't we head for the living room," he offered in his best nurse voice. He hoped that it was still comforting despite its recent lack of use, "Like I said, there's another survivor heading here and we could all use the fireplace there."
OOC Notes
Cally heard shouting, it wasn't directed towards her. Maybe that voice was just finding someone else to bug... someone else to make them start caring again. No... no, it was inviting more voices in. She shook her head. That was the last thing she needed. Even more voices. More reasons to stay in this world. She heard more shouting, directed at her this time. Inviting her out... doesn't mean any harm... she snorted. A lopsided grin spread across her features as she shook her head. An apology even... how kind.
Soon enough the voice had bumped into her, taking on physical form. The voice was relatively attractive... it's hair was a little long... but it had nice eyes... The voice was... male. She nodded, approvingly; if she had gone crazy and started to imagine other people, her mind hadn't lost it's touch. She grinned slightly, as he lowered his bat.
He asked her to the living room, talking like a nurse in her old doctor's office. She shrugged, not really caring either way. She had yet to decide whether or not this was just another dream. "So, what's your name, Doc?" She conjured up a nickname based on the tone of voice he used. Like a doctor, comforting someone who just got diagnosed with an operable form of cancer -- kind, but not eerily so.
Soon enough the voice had bumped into her, taking on physical form. The voice was relatively attractive... it's hair was a little long... but it had nice eyes... The voice was... male. She nodded, approvingly; if she had gone crazy and started to imagine other people, her mind hadn't lost it's touch. She grinned slightly, as he lowered his bat.
He asked her to the living room, talking like a nurse in her old doctor's office. She shrugged, not really caring either way. She had yet to decide whether or not this was just another dream. "So, what's your name, Doc?" She conjured up a nickname based on the tone of voice he used. Like a doctor, comforting someone who just got diagnosed with an operable form of cancer -- kind, but not eerily so.
OOC Notes
Joshua, for his part blinked a little, surprised at the nickname. Silently, he headed for the fireplace and began pile the wood that was left haphazardly beside it. Thank God whoever lived here liked traditional fireplaces. He spoke, "How did you know I studied medicine? I'm Joshua by the way, Joshua Herring. And I think I was going to be a nurse. A bit squeamish about people in pain. Lucky me this happened."
He placed some small bits of wood on top of the logs and lit a match, lighting the kindling and blowing on it, slowly nursing the fire to life. For a few minutes, he said nothing. Fire, like life, could easily go out if it wasn't burning furiously enough. He nodded approvingly as the fire grew, beginning to burn the logs and heating the room. He turned around and smiled shyly at the girl. She was rather pretty, though she could do for some warmth. Heat was as essential for the body as food and water as he found out the hard way a few times.
"I never caught your name" he added gently.
He placed some small bits of wood on top of the logs and lit a match, lighting the kindling and blowing on it, slowly nursing the fire to life. For a few minutes, he said nothing. Fire, like life, could easily go out if it wasn't burning furiously enough. He nodded approvingly as the fire grew, beginning to burn the logs and heating the room. He turned around and smiled shyly at the girl. She was rather pretty, though she could do for some warmth. Heat was as essential for the body as food and water as he found out the hard way a few times.
"I never caught your name" he added gently.
OOC Notes
Cally followed The Voice into the living room and towards the fireplace. She stopped short of it, however, allowing him to pile wood within it. She watched as he worked, her eyes losing focus and then focusing in on his hands and arms. They were thin, not bulky; though when he would grab a piece of wood to move it, Cally could see the muscles working under his skin. The Voice continued to speak to her, asking her how she knew to call him 'doc' and then continuing on to give his full name.
'Joshua Herring.'
All the voices Callandra had heard up until this point were names she recognized, people she had known... This was different. Not a dream, perhaps...
"It's nice to meet you Josh...ua." She had used the nickname automatically, but realizing that he hadn't introduced himself as such, she finished it, though belated. "And you... you sound like a doctor." Her mind flashed back to when she was younger. One of her foster sister's had found herself in the hospital and Callandra had gone to support her -- the doctor there had the same voice, kind and caring, but knowledgeable and stern. She failed to comment about his squeamishness, not quite sure what to say.
She watched as he nursed the fire to life. It became a living being, consuming the oxygen and wood to nourish itself, to live. She shuddered as the first feelers of warmth struck out against her face. Joshua Herring... that's a nicer name than The Voice. She had begun coming to the realization that she was awake and that Joshua Herring, not the Voice, was real. She blinked again as the man smiled at her.
"I never caught your name."
It had been a year, since she had last seen another survivor, at least. She remembered the seasons changing as she moved alone in the world. Her loneliness would explain the ease with which she dismissed this Joshua Herring into her dream-world... but no, he was real. "My name's Cally. Just Cally." She smiled slightly, though the smile failed to reach her eyes. "And you're the first real person I've seen in a long time, Joshua..."
'Joshua Herring.'
All the voices Callandra had heard up until this point were names she recognized, people she had known... This was different. Not a dream, perhaps...
"It's nice to meet you Josh...ua." She had used the nickname automatically, but realizing that he hadn't introduced himself as such, she finished it, though belated. "And you... you sound like a doctor." Her mind flashed back to when she was younger. One of her foster sister's had found herself in the hospital and Callandra had gone to support her -- the doctor there had the same voice, kind and caring, but knowledgeable and stern. She failed to comment about his squeamishness, not quite sure what to say.
She watched as he nursed the fire to life. It became a living being, consuming the oxygen and wood to nourish itself, to live. She shuddered as the first feelers of warmth struck out against her face. Joshua Herring... that's a nicer name than The Voice. She had begun coming to the realization that she was awake and that Joshua Herring, not the Voice, was real. She blinked again as the man smiled at her.
"I never caught your name."
It had been a year, since she had last seen another survivor, at least. She remembered the seasons changing as she moved alone in the world. Her loneliness would explain the ease with which she dismissed this Joshua Herring into her dream-world... but no, he was real. "My name's Cally. Just Cally." She smiled slightly, though the smile failed to reach her eyes. "And you're the first real person I've seen in a long time, Joshua..."
OOC Notes
Jeffers edged his way around the cars on the highway, silent now, as he peeked through the windscreens to make sure there was no one else hiding around. He'd seen some strange things lately but when the undead started hiding from you you knew there was trouble. Reasonably satisfied that he was alone, he started shopping. His first port of call was in the form of a Lincoln Navigator and he made his way to this with some apprehension. "Bet you didn't wanna give this baby up in a hurry..." he muttered, presumably to the more-than-likely deceased owner of the SUV. As far as cars went, he tended to have pretty good luck for as long as the highway would allow him. And this was no different, assuming it worked.
Holding his weight high above his shoulder, Jeffers peered through the side window, straining his neck to see the back seat. The rear windows were tinted but this was quite a handy vehicle to have and he was willing to risk an encounter to have it. And so he stepped back and grasped the back door handle, giving it a tug and preparing to swing down the circle of iron attached to the end of his weapon. But there was no need. There was nothing there, just a back seat. "Dibs!" he shouted out as he dived onto the seat and scrambled to the front to reach the ignition. After a deep breath and a small prayer to the God of Gasoline, he turned the key and grinned as the engine roared to life. "OH YEAH!"
A matter of minutes later, after a quick search for supplies that had wound up next to pointless, the Lincoln was hurtling down the highway, the driver looking manic as he sang along to AC/DC's Highway To Hell, ocassionally lapsing into fits of laughter, swerving to avoid a body or a car that littered his way North and chomping away at a stale packet of biscuits.
The man behind the wheel was every bit the layabout he had ever been, but despite the actions of a man who seems in good spirits, his eyes were filled with desperation. He wanted so badly to find somewhere safe. And hopefully some other people. Shouting strings of lyrics out into the world wasn't quite enough anymore, he craved company more than anything and he knew that without it he would begin the inevitable descent into madness. That was, if he hadn't already started to slip down that slope already. On the highway to hell? he thought as he sang. I better bloody not be
Holding his weight high above his shoulder, Jeffers peered through the side window, straining his neck to see the back seat. The rear windows were tinted but this was quite a handy vehicle to have and he was willing to risk an encounter to have it. And so he stepped back and grasped the back door handle, giving it a tug and preparing to swing down the circle of iron attached to the end of his weapon. But there was no need. There was nothing there, just a back seat. "Dibs!" he shouted out as he dived onto the seat and scrambled to the front to reach the ignition. After a deep breath and a small prayer to the God of Gasoline, he turned the key and grinned as the engine roared to life. "OH YEAH!"
A matter of minutes later, after a quick search for supplies that had wound up next to pointless, the Lincoln was hurtling down the highway, the driver looking manic as he sang along to AC/DC's Highway To Hell, ocassionally lapsing into fits of laughter, swerving to avoid a body or a car that littered his way North and chomping away at a stale packet of biscuits.
The man behind the wheel was every bit the layabout he had ever been, but despite the actions of a man who seems in good spirits, his eyes were filled with desperation. He wanted so badly to find somewhere safe. And hopefully some other people. Shouting strings of lyrics out into the world wasn't quite enough anymore, he craved company more than anything and he knew that without it he would begin the inevitable descent into madness. That was, if he hadn't already started to slip down that slope already. On the highway to hell? he thought as he sang. I better bloody not be
OOC Notes
"It's nice to meet you, Cally. And you can call me Josh if you want," he told her, turning to the girl and giving her the same comforting smile as before, though, inwardly, he was noting her expression and body language. She was tense, but that wasn't surprising. He himself was constantly tense nowadays. But she seemed unsure, as though she didn't know if she was awake or dreaming. As she told him about not meeting a real person in a long time, it all clicked together. He knew that people who were alone too long started to have hallucinations. Humans were social beings and none of them were meant to be alone. He himself sometimes dreamed about talking to his mother or father when he hadn't been part of a group in a while. It was... unnerving.
"I haven't seen another person in a few months," he confessed to her with a sigh, "Though the few radio stations that still work help some. Maybe we can travel together, if only for a little while if you'd prefer."
He didn't want to put pressure on her. He didn't know what state of mind her isolation has put her into. She was sane, though, and he wanted to help her. He continued, "I could at the very least give you a check-up, no charge."
He smiled a bit at his joke, not as wide as he used to when he told jokes, but it was there nonetheless.
"I haven't seen another person in a few months," he confessed to her with a sigh, "Though the few radio stations that still work help some. Maybe we can travel together, if only for a little while if you'd prefer."
He didn't want to put pressure on her. He didn't know what state of mind her isolation has put her into. She was sane, though, and he wanted to help her. He continued, "I could at the very least give you a check-up, no charge."
He smiled a bit at his joke, not as wide as he used to when he told jokes, but it was there nonetheless.
OOC Notes
"Alright then, Josh." Her eyes flickered to the young man's face and a small smile graced her features before fading out, her eyes dropping to the side and roaming back towards the fire. Joshua... Josh, talked about the radio stations and Callandra nodded.
The last time she listened to music, she almost got herself mauled by a group of the undead. She's found a small radio, battery powered, that produced static-y music. She had been relieved, regardless of the quality, to be able to listen to something other than her own breathing and paranoid thoughts. She learned quickly, however, just how drawn to sounds the zombies were. After flicking on that radio, Cally had spent the next half hour fighting for her life. Radio stations might help your mind, but what good would it be if that mind was in the stomach of some horror wandering around town. She was pulled from her thoughts when Joshua spoke next.
"Maybe we can travel together, if only for a little while if you'd prefer."
He then offered her a "check-up" with the added benefit of being no charge. Callandra let out a dry laugh, revealing further the disuse of her voice. It barely reached her eyes, making it look awkward at best, but she seemed to find comfort in the strange sound. Her head titled back and then came to focus on the young man yet again, a lopsided grin on her face.
"It's just so difficult, you know? Caring..." She paused, sighed and closed her eyes. "If you travel together, you gotta care. And caring makes everything so painful." She wrinkled her nose and opened her eyes again. "Does that make any sense at all? I keep telling myself that, but it makes less and less sense as time goes on."
The last time she listened to music, she almost got herself mauled by a group of the undead. She's found a small radio, battery powered, that produced static-y music. She had been relieved, regardless of the quality, to be able to listen to something other than her own breathing and paranoid thoughts. She learned quickly, however, just how drawn to sounds the zombies were. After flicking on that radio, Cally had spent the next half hour fighting for her life. Radio stations might help your mind, but what good would it be if that mind was in the stomach of some horror wandering around town. She was pulled from her thoughts when Joshua spoke next.
"Maybe we can travel together, if only for a little while if you'd prefer."
He then offered her a "check-up" with the added benefit of being no charge. Callandra let out a dry laugh, revealing further the disuse of her voice. It barely reached her eyes, making it look awkward at best, but she seemed to find comfort in the strange sound. Her head titled back and then came to focus on the young man yet again, a lopsided grin on her face.
"It's just so difficult, you know? Caring..." She paused, sighed and closed her eyes. "If you travel together, you gotta care. And caring makes everything so painful." She wrinkled her nose and opened her eyes again. "Does that make any sense at all? I keep telling myself that, but it makes less and less sense as time goes on."
OOC Notes
"No. Not at all. It makes perfect sense," Joshua told her with a sigh, his eyes flickering to the roaring flames. Truly, she had it rough. He remembered watching his first group get mauled. It was.. harrowing. People he knew, lived with, fought with, slept beside, and who became like a second family were eaten alive or simply turned. And he, the doctor, simply ran. Would he have been able to do anything? Probably not. Had he wanted to do something? Yes, but his legs moved on their own. The guilt was terrible. He just tried to block it out.
"Like I said, I'd probably have been a nurse. I don't think I could have detached myself from patients I operated on," he admitted, though it was a partial truth. Would she think him a coward if he ran? He didn't know. He set his jaw firmly in place, however. He wasn't going to run without her, he decided. Switching from group to group in the hopes of never having to face that choice again wasn't the way to live.
"But, it's in human nature to care," he said at last, looking back at her, "We need people. And we need people to need us. And to deny yourself friendship and love... Well, I've tried that but it does more harm than good. Another month from now without someone, I'd probably be mad."
His throat hurt and his voice came out as scratch and disused now. He needed water. He wasn't used to talking as much as this anymore.
(Edited. Accidentally called Josh the wrong name. LOL.)
"Like I said, I'd probably have been a nurse. I don't think I could have detached myself from patients I operated on," he admitted, though it was a partial truth. Would she think him a coward if he ran? He didn't know. He set his jaw firmly in place, however. He wasn't going to run without her, he decided. Switching from group to group in the hopes of never having to face that choice again wasn't the way to live.
"But, it's in human nature to care," he said at last, looking back at her, "We need people. And we need people to need us. And to deny yourself friendship and love... Well, I've tried that but it does more harm than good. Another month from now without someone, I'd probably be mad."
His throat hurt and his voice came out as scratch and disused now. He needed water. He wasn't used to talking as much as this anymore.
(Edited. Accidentally called Josh the wrong name. LOL.)
OOC Notes
Ryan drove it seemed for a few hours on those winding mountain roads as he came closer to the base he saw more zombies roaming endlessly in the woods. More seem to infest the place trying to find food for anything they could catch. Ryan sighed and just kept driving and speeding up until he got onto the highway. All around him he had to drive slow and careful because of the cars scattered across. Some of them even looked trashed and burnt down. This place looked like Hell and thats what Ryan almost thought it was. What if he did die with his friends and this place was Hell? What if this was the Hell Ryan created for himself? Maybe though it all he was stuck in some sick dream he just couldn't wake up from. These thoughts brought little comfort to him even made it seem worse then it might be already.
Ryan watched the sun for a second and figured that he was at least going west. He wondered if heading west was the best idea to see if he could make it to California where a lot of his family lived and where he was born and raised slightly. Or to go back East and head back to Oklahoma where he was truly raised and where this Hell started for him. He had no real directives he had no idea where to start when it came to looking for the answers that he had for his questions. Would heading back to Oklahoma help him remember anything or would it just be a red soiled place of death? Ryan looked behind real quick to his back seat to check on his supplies. Food, weapons, water he collected thanks to the amount of rain recently. Everything looked good and it would look even better because as Ryan put his eyes back on the road and coming from over a hill he saw a normal man standing by a motorcycle waving for help.
Ryan couldn't believe his eyes a normal person just stranded on the highway waving Ryan down as if all was wrong was some motorcycle problems. Ryan stopped his truck and jumped out looking at the man. The man wore a black leather jacket and on the back of it were the words Hell's Angels. Ryan though didn't mind the jacket and didn't think anything of it. One of Ryan's weaknesses was always being too trusting.
"Why don't we get your bike in the bed of my truck and you can tag along with me." Ryan said with excitement. The man smiled and nodded.
"Sounds good to me brother." he said pushing his bike towards Ryan's truck.
"So I take it you had some engine problems or something?" he asked as Ryan helped pick the bike up and pushed it into the bed.
"You can say something like that." he said.
Ryan smiled and turned his back to close the back so the bike wouldn't fall out when he would start to drive. "So you got a na..." was all Ryan could get out before the man punched Ryan in the back of the head with a bar of brass knuckles he had in his pockets. Ryan fell over un- conscience and the man pushed his body down in a ditch by the highway. He got into Ryan's truck and then drove off west towards the State Jail that was just another exit away.
Ryan watched the sun for a second and figured that he was at least going west. He wondered if heading west was the best idea to see if he could make it to California where a lot of his family lived and where he was born and raised slightly. Or to go back East and head back to Oklahoma where he was truly raised and where this Hell started for him. He had no real directives he had no idea where to start when it came to looking for the answers that he had for his questions. Would heading back to Oklahoma help him remember anything or would it just be a red soiled place of death? Ryan looked behind real quick to his back seat to check on his supplies. Food, weapons, water he collected thanks to the amount of rain recently. Everything looked good and it would look even better because as Ryan put his eyes back on the road and coming from over a hill he saw a normal man standing by a motorcycle waving for help.
Ryan couldn't believe his eyes a normal person just stranded on the highway waving Ryan down as if all was wrong was some motorcycle problems. Ryan stopped his truck and jumped out looking at the man. The man wore a black leather jacket and on the back of it were the words Hell's Angels. Ryan though didn't mind the jacket and didn't think anything of it. One of Ryan's weaknesses was always being too trusting.
"Why don't we get your bike in the bed of my truck and you can tag along with me." Ryan said with excitement. The man smiled and nodded.
"Sounds good to me brother." he said pushing his bike towards Ryan's truck.
"So I take it you had some engine problems or something?" he asked as Ryan helped pick the bike up and pushed it into the bed.
"You can say something like that." he said.
Ryan smiled and turned his back to close the back so the bike wouldn't fall out when he would start to drive. "So you got a na..." was all Ryan could get out before the man punched Ryan in the back of the head with a bar of brass knuckles he had in his pockets. Ryan fell over un- conscience and the man pushed his body down in a ditch by the highway. He got into Ryan's truck and then drove off west towards the State Jail that was just another exit away.
OOC Notes
Ashia still stood outside of the house afraid to go inside even though she did hear the boys voice. Slowly she approached the door when she heard something coming from down the road. It spooked her and she went flying into the house with shock. After walking in she realized what it was like inside and she started walking around keeping her eyes on eerything around her. "H-he-hello?" She said scared. She decided if no oe answered her she would head back out to her truck and continue where she was headed.
"Please, If someone is here say something." She hated being in a house other then hers because she was always afraid of traps and of sudden zombie attacks. Her mind was just so imaginative that she could play a story in her head from nothing. She hated it because she would jump 5 feet just from seeing a hair fall in front of her. It's probably one of the reasons she thought it was best to be alone.
She circled around the house again just to see of someone would answer her.
"Please, If someone is here say something." She hated being in a house other then hers because she was always afraid of traps and of sudden zombie attacks. Her mind was just so imaginative that she could play a story in her head from nothing. She hated it because she would jump 5 feet just from seeing a hair fall in front of her. It's probably one of the reasons she thought it was best to be alone.
She circled around the house again just to see of someone would answer her.
OOC Notes
Joshua perked up at another voice. It was the one from before, only, this time, he could tell that it was a female voice. Nodding at Cally, he stepped out of the room and answered the shouts, saying, "We're in here! Come in by the fire and warn yourself up!"
This was a relatively lucky break, it seemed. It was rare to find two separate people not traveling together at the same time. Perhaps it was a sign from God that not everyone was dead or infected? He'd take what he could get, he decided. He wasn't too picky nowadays. Perhaps they could all form a group and travel together. Yes, this was the best chance at survival. And he wouldn't abandon them. He already made a pledge not to do it again.
He turned to Cally and asked, "You don't mind, do you?"
This was a relatively lucky break, it seemed. It was rare to find two separate people not traveling together at the same time. Perhaps it was a sign from God that not everyone was dead or infected? He'd take what he could get, he decided. He wasn't too picky nowadays. Perhaps they could all form a group and travel together. Yes, this was the best chance at survival. And he wouldn't abandon them. He already made a pledge not to do it again.
He turned to Cally and asked, "You don't mind, do you?"
OOC Notes
Jeffers continued to urge the Lincoln on down the highway, losing himself in the moment. It had been days since he'd driven and he was enjoying having the strain taken off his legs. In the years since the outbreak had began he'd racked up thousands of miles in travel, never having a particular destination in mind. As a result he'd gone South, back East, back North and a long way West, making quite a small amount of progress considering the time he had to go. Of course, along the way he'd met other people, hence the changes in direction. He was comfortable with simply tagging along most of the time, but it had been a while since the last group had split off from him. He may have liked being with a group, but heading any farther East was totally out of the question. Big cities were death traps, that much had been proved to him back in the beginning... Back in Chicago. Back with his friend. A friend he'd had to put down himself. As the memory, so clear and vivid, of having to drive his friend's cold, dead face onto a twisted, metal railing came to mind once more the car veered to the side of the road and bounced off another, barely avoiding a trip down a ditch. "Shit!" Jeffers shook his head clear and carried on driving, determined to keep his thoughts on better things, more productive things. Like where he'd next stop for fuel.
As it happens there was a stop coming up in just a few miles, right before he crossed into Kansas on I:70. The radio was off now. The last thing he needed was to draw any unwanted attention to himself as he pulled over for fuel. Taking the sliproad off the interstate, he soon came across a fuel stop, as well as a few stores. He checked the dwindling supplies in his bag and decided to go for a quick scrounge and see what he could find. If he was honest with himself, which he may as well have been; there was no one else around after all, he wanted a beer or two. It had been a long time since he'd found time enough to sit back and relax and a car was one of the safest places to be in his opinion. With the doors locked and the key in the ignition there was always hope of a quick getaway.
It was with some reluctance, therefore, that he stepped out and started pumping gas, eyes flickering around at all times. There wasn't much here but that wasn't to say there wasn't a hoarde of the undead around the next corner. He filled up as much as he could and thought about maybe just getting back in the car and driving. But he needed water, bottled water of course, and the stores here seemed in OK shape despite the rioting and looting that had spared nowhere. With a heavy sigh, he slung his bag on his back and closed the door, starting off at a trudge with his weight in his hands and the carkeys in his pocket. There was nothing to say that there wasn't a greedy survivior hiding nearby either, ready to steal his car. A car which he was getting quite attached to.
As it happens there was a stop coming up in just a few miles, right before he crossed into Kansas on I:70. The radio was off now. The last thing he needed was to draw any unwanted attention to himself as he pulled over for fuel. Taking the sliproad off the interstate, he soon came across a fuel stop, as well as a few stores. He checked the dwindling supplies in his bag and decided to go for a quick scrounge and see what he could find. If he was honest with himself, which he may as well have been; there was no one else around after all, he wanted a beer or two. It had been a long time since he'd found time enough to sit back and relax and a car was one of the safest places to be in his opinion. With the doors locked and the key in the ignition there was always hope of a quick getaway.
It was with some reluctance, therefore, that he stepped out and started pumping gas, eyes flickering around at all times. There wasn't much here but that wasn't to say there wasn't a hoarde of the undead around the next corner. He filled up as much as he could and thought about maybe just getting back in the car and driving. But he needed water, bottled water of course, and the stores here seemed in OK shape despite the rioting and looting that had spared nowhere. With a heavy sigh, he slung his bag on his back and closed the door, starting off at a trudge with his weight in his hands and the carkeys in his pocket. There was nothing to say that there wasn't a greedy survivior hiding nearby either, ready to steal his car. A car which he was getting quite attached to.
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Ashia heard the voice calling out to her finaly as she relaxed a tad. But who was the 'we' in that sentence. She curved around the counter and saw a boy and a girl. She countinued to look around then and saw that there were no other people there. She felt so young compared to the both of them but she tried to ignore and continued to step into the warm room.
"Um hello..." She said quietly, her voice was soft and music like but it also sounded scared and shaky. "I thought I saw someone come in here, I guess I was right. I was just heading into town to get some extra food and more fuel for my truck. Then I'm heading back to my house... I'd ask you both to join if you would like..." She felt like she was just babbling like an idiot, why would these people want to go with her? She was younger then them and they would probably think that she was stupid, but she still asked.
"Um hello..." She said quietly, her voice was soft and music like but it also sounded scared and shaky. "I thought I saw someone come in here, I guess I was right. I was just heading into town to get some extra food and more fuel for my truck. Then I'm heading back to my house... I'd ask you both to join if you would like..." She felt like she was just babbling like an idiot, why would these people want to go with her? She was younger then them and they would probably think that she was stupid, but she still asked.
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Cally listened as Joshua gave his account of caring and pain, guilt and the nature of people as they exist while sane. She nodded along, realizing that she had missed the melodic sound of another human's voice. She could close her eyes, feel the warmth, and be safe for just a little. A woman called out to them and Josh responded, Cally failed to say anything to the woman. When Josh asked her if it was okay that he had invited the woman to join them, she shrugged.
"A little late to ask, don't you think?" She smirked slightly, but it blossomed out into a small grin. "I don't mind, it's better that she comes inside instead of standing out there."
The young girl joined them quickly, having aged through her late teen years in the apocalypse, Cally felt for the girl. At least she had survived. Cally nodded a greeting to the girl when she said hello, her smile having faded for a more stoic look. She said something about having to get supplies and then heading home... who had a home anymore?
"How'd you manage to keep a home for the past... few... years?" How long had it been exactly? She couldn't remember and that fact frustrated her.
"A little late to ask, don't you think?" She smirked slightly, but it blossomed out into a small grin. "I don't mind, it's better that she comes inside instead of standing out there."
The young girl joined them quickly, having aged through her late teen years in the apocalypse, Cally felt for the girl. At least she had survived. Cally nodded a greeting to the girl when she said hello, her smile having faded for a more stoic look. She said something about having to get supplies and then heading home... who had a home anymore?
"How'd you manage to keep a home for the past... few... years?" How long had it been exactly? She couldn't remember and that fact frustrated her.
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Josh didn't know how long it had been. He had never managed to keep count himself though he noted the passing of the seasons. He knew he had experienced two winters and that radio stations staffed by living human beings kept a count, or at least some of them did and they always varied between a few days or weeks or months. He raised an eyebrow at how nervously she asked if they could join her back at her house. His heart went out to her. Someone so young shouldn't have to live on her own, especially in these precarious times.
At Cally's comment, he couldn't help but smile back. It had been a long time since someone had shared a joke with him. Nevertheless, he was interested in what the girl would say to her question. Supplies ran out eventually and everyone he knew about either lived in carefully guarded "settlements" that didn't admit new members easily or traveled in groups. He silently glanced at Cally. He wanted to invite her to join them, but he didn't want to force the decision on Cally. His company seemed to be enough of a shock on her already.
At Cally's comment, he couldn't help but smile back. It had been a long time since someone had shared a joke with him. Nevertheless, he was interested in what the girl would say to her question. Supplies ran out eventually and everyone he knew about either lived in carefully guarded "settlements" that didn't admit new members easily or traveled in groups. He silently glanced at Cally. He wanted to invite her to join them, but he didn't want to force the decision on Cally. His company seemed to be enough of a shock on her already.
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Best of luck with your obstacles, Ryde. We all come across something that we have to face in our life-time and hopefully you defeat yours swiftly and deftly. If you happen to come back to the site, even if it is a while in the future, don't hesitate to shoot me a message and we can restart this beautiful roleplay. Stay strong and you can do anything. Another hint of advice, even if you aren't interested in it -- your comic was awesome, perhaps this is something that you can invest your time in while you recover, something positive to replace the negative as you overcome your challenges.
Best of luck to you and God bless, you have my support.
Best of luck to you and God bless, you have my support.
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We understand man. I'm sorry to hear about your difficulties. Have you tried having someone like you friend block the porn sites with a password only they know? I'll be praying for you. God bless!
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Well Here I am and this is something I have to tell you all and something that is hard for me. I have to stop this role-play and I have to leave this website. I am struggling with different kinds of Addictions, one of which is Pornography, and I i've trying to face these problems by myself. It's increasingly getting worse and it's beginning to ruin my own outside life and my connection to God. I have to leave, quit cold turkey, and i'm seeking help at my local church and will begin going to a recovery program. I don't know if any of you believe in a power greater then yourself, but I do and i've been a witness to many things that can't be explained. I'm not perfect and I struggle personally with inner Demons, that I thought I could face alone but that just isn't the case. I sought help from a very close friend of mine who has been a second Father to me and he suggested that I cut my ties to the Internet and only use it for College. Why am I spilling my guts to you? Because I felt like you all deserve to know why this is ending and why you might not hear from me for a long time. Porn is such an dirty evil thing that ruins the lives of many people, but i'm not going to make it my master. I just ask that if you are a fellow believer in Christ that you pray for me that I have the strength to stop my behavior and not waste my talents on trivially things. And If anyone else struggles with anything at all I advice that you find help too. Thank you for your understanding and I wish you All God Bless.
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Thats my email if any have a desire to ask me any questions of any kind I will check it since it's connected to my College email.
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Thats my email if any have a desire to ask me any questions of any kind I will check it since it's connected to my College email.
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Alright. On that note, I'd like to let you know that I may not be on tomorrow. I have some homework to finish up over the weekend for a few classes and it may prevent me from getting on. I'll try my best to make time, but worse case scenario, I wanted to make sure everyone knew. :) If you really need a response, I wouldn't mind someone god-modding her so the story continues. I will definitely be back Sunday night or Monday morning.
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That's fine everyone as long as I know who the cause of the problem is. I messaged her and told her she has one more day to reply. Which is more then fair considering how long it's been since her last post. I would like to take this as an opportunity to tell you that I work on a three strike rule, yet I do bend the rule if I'm given an apology. if she doesn't post in one more day then we have to skip her turn and her character goes on auto-follow. That's considered one strike. Three strikes and I kill the character. This is to keep the story going. It's nothing personal just business.
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Hey, I wasn't on yesterday, I'm sorry.
I was waiting for the character Aisha to reply, if that's alright.
I was waiting for the character Aisha to reply, if that's alright.
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Um, guys what's going on? I usually see a new post by now. I hope your not quitting on me that would like really suck
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Haha well I'm glad I've sparked all your intrest. I've made Ryan now which means I'm about ready to get this puppy started. I'll create the character profiles for NPC characters we meet along the way. As well the radio stations that are still broadcasting. So if you want go check Ryan out and tell me what you think.
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This sounds cool. Thanks for allowing me into this roleplay. I agree, the priest sounds interesting. Crazy people often are.
Joshua is probably going to end up caring too much for the people in this group. The poor doctor just can't stop himself from caring.
Joshua is probably going to end up caring too much for the people in this group. The poor doctor just can't stop himself from caring.
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Awesome! I'm cool with however you do it and am excited to get started. To be honest, Cally would probably avoid as many survivors as she can; jumping from group to group and whatnot. Simply because the idea of making connections and then losing those people would upset her. Of course, this can be adjusted it if must.
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It sounds like tons of fun, especially the priest. Can't wait to get started. :)
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It sounds like tons of fun, especially the priest. Can't wait to get started. :)
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Ok cool so now I think I have a good number of survivors and I'll be including my character soon. Now in my comic book Ryan was able to meet his group of survivors by finding a cellphone on the corpse of someone that committed suicide after getting bitten. But since I'm redoing the story for all you great people I'll figure out a new way to find all of you. So if you all would like to start together and ryan finds you all or we could all be forced together. I'll be including different character profiles for the main people we'll be struggling with. And a character profile for working radio stations in the area.
I'll tell you now, as a preview for future cases, the first two "antagonists" to our survival will be the leader of a surviving group of Hell's Angels and Crazed "preist" that believes human sacrifices will end the Zombies.
I'll tell you now, as a preview for future cases, the first two "antagonists" to our survival will be the leader of a surviving group of Hell's Angels and Crazed "preist" that believes human sacrifices will end the Zombies.
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I saw your forum post, about the real emotions of the zombie apocalypse and that's what attracted me to this roleplay. I'm excited to start and will probably be adjusting my characters profile, to expound more on her history. :)
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I'm still deciding but it appears that I may close up applytions soon. I would also like too mention while this is a zombie rp I want real emotions from your characters. How would you feel killing friends and family to survive? I want to make this deep and not just about traveling around and shooting people in the head.
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I'll also clean up my profile. Do you need more characters or are we set on that?
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We'll begin the story soon. I'm looking over a few more applytions and seeing who would fit into the story well. I want everyone to know that this is three years after the outbreak and zombies are still a major problem.
