Introduction
Story: (not all of this has happened yet) The day is August 25th 2015 just your normal day suns high in the sky everyone's i school and the world is right, for now. Just outside of Detroit in a small town just big enough to have its own school districts is where this story starts students in class adults at work, everything peaceful. that is until every last adult over 20 in the town falls to the ground or passes out. they stopped breathing and moving all together. The children, everyone under 20 where all that was left, that is till three hours after the adults "passed out", the dead started to move, lashing out devouring the youngest and weakest first leaving smaller and smaller groups of survivors to the worlds populous the longer time goes on. the dead start to change over time some becoming weaker, more docile and easy to kill but most becoming vastly more dangerous killing well protected areas and whipping out more and more people. how will this story end?
How this happened.
This section will be filled out as the characters slowly learn how the infection happened, think of it as a book that you are taking part in.
The mutations:
The Troll
A large walker that was a Body builder in life, causing the reanimated corpse to be slow moving, hard to kill and extremely strong. Strengths: The troll is known to flail rapidly knocking close targets to the ground, charging head first at a target that’s far off and throwing other walkers at the target. Best way to kill, long range attack to the skull.
The Watcher
Watchers are thin, nimble walkers that hide on roof tops searching the streets for anything that isn't dead. Once it spots its target it will scream and howl the best it can, drawing in larger and larger hordes of undead to kill the target scavenging on the remains. Best way to kill? Watch the skies.
And more to come.
This is a player based RP much like High school of the Dead However we are starting 24 hours before the infection, thus any and all “game changing” posts must be passed by Dreamcastsoul. This is an ultra-realistic role-play meaning your weapons aren’t gods they will require in-rp care, cleaning, sharpening and all around maintenance, if you haven’t a clue what’s needed to maintain your weapon be vague. If and when your weapon breaks your weapon can no longer be fixed or used as anything but a rock. Keep in mind that your character is not a bad ass ether, there will be no military or military trained players in this rp. reason being the moment the dead started walking the military will be thrown in in the back ground and wiped out if only to make surving harder. Starting from where we are you have to start with every day house hold items you cannot pull an AR 15 from your closet, if you wish to use ranged weapons you can start with a high-powered bb gun or a weak bow anything that can still do a lot of damage but isn't top of the line.
The zombies can see, hear and smell you, all of which will slowly decay as the rp moves. They walk deceptively slow, when you are spotted there will be no slow shambling these are fresh walkers they will run at you like your ex when she sees you spoiling your kids. Over time you will find better weapons on bodies in stores and abandoned military sand bag entrenchments with no ammunition for them all of which must be okayed in pm with Dreamcastsoul. The dead will mutate over time if you have an idea for a mutated walker give a picture, a name and a short but in-depth description of what it does where it can be found and how it became what it is, no half assing this and saying things like radiation made it mutate, these things are a life form of their own they will change and adapt to their surroundings.
You are not superman/woman you will be hurt, there will be times your character will be out of commission for an extended amount of time. You need to eat, sleep, drink, regulate your body temperature and overall health, and you can’t spend a week in the shadows and rain and still wipe out a full horde. There is a kill limit of 4 walkers a post, keep in mind guns and loud weapons can and will attract more walkers to you, you are not Altair you cannot take out 4 walkers and not make a single sound. You are not the messiah to this Rp if there is to be a cure or a vaccine to the infection it will be brought in by Dreamcastsoul as a NPC to much drama involved in being the one that will cure us all.
There may be called rescues and saves in this role-play, one player may wish to save another, if the victim agrees to this they must state so in ((OOC)) after their post that would call for rescue as to who will be saving them as well as the hero wanabe shall post this at least once in Brackets at the end of a post upon making the agreement. There will be one main party at one point in this rp but please try to make smaller parties to start off with adds more fun and trust issues in the main group when it is started. This rp may be driven by a story but it is very much mold-able any and all ideas as to locations we could go to are to be told to Dreamcast soul and will be brought up in the OOC chat room in main.
Each player will get one iconic weapon and one iconic tool at the end of the first season, when the group is formed via the merging of many smaller groups. With this one iconic weapon, or dual wielded weapons the player can perform one signature attack, this attack will allow the player to break the zombie killing limit. This skill takes a lot out of your character and will leave them weak or just very un-focused in some way for a while. keep in mind these skills will be as realistic as humanly possible, no merging with your gun no laser beams and no regeneration. For example a dual wielder with revolvers will draw both his guns pull both hammers back and fire their guns at the same time killing two walkers at per one shot rather than firing one gun then the other, leaving his hands hurting from the impact and throwing his aim off. The iconic tool will allow the player to access things, for example a player with a computer savvy character may find a military laptop allowing them to hack computerized doors.
HERES YOUR SKELETON! flesh it out folks.
Name:
Nickname:
Age: (keep it under 20)
Gander: (duh i know but still)
Race: (white black Asian ect)
height:
weight:
Strengths: (computer savvy, hunting fanatic ECT)
Weaknesses: (bum knee, low tolerance to pain ECT.)
Sexuality:
Personality:
Mental state: (do you have an existing mental problem or a newly forming one?)
Starter weapons: (you don't start them must find them in the rp, must be simple, broom stick baseball bat tire iron stuff like that. update as the rp goes.)
Iconic weapon: (you don't start with it you find it when the larger group is formed.)
Iconic tool: (you don't start with it you find it when the larger group is formed.)
Description: (scares, piercings, tattoo's birthmarks or iconic phrases.)
Short Bio:
Picture: (if you need more pictures)
OOC STUFF go here http://Whathavewebecome.chatango.com
How this happened.
This section will be filled out as the characters slowly learn how the infection happened, think of it as a book that you are taking part in.
The mutations:
The Troll
A large walker that was a Body builder in life, causing the reanimated corpse to be slow moving, hard to kill and extremely strong. Strengths: The troll is known to flail rapidly knocking close targets to the ground, charging head first at a target that’s far off and throwing other walkers at the target. Best way to kill, long range attack to the skull.
The Watcher
Watchers are thin, nimble walkers that hide on roof tops searching the streets for anything that isn't dead. Once it spots its target it will scream and howl the best it can, drawing in larger and larger hordes of undead to kill the target scavenging on the remains. Best way to kill? Watch the skies.
And more to come.
This is a player based RP much like High school of the Dead However we are starting 24 hours before the infection, thus any and all “game changing” posts must be passed by Dreamcastsoul. This is an ultra-realistic role-play meaning your weapons aren’t gods they will require in-rp care, cleaning, sharpening and all around maintenance, if you haven’t a clue what’s needed to maintain your weapon be vague. If and when your weapon breaks your weapon can no longer be fixed or used as anything but a rock. Keep in mind that your character is not a bad ass ether, there will be no military or military trained players in this rp. reason being the moment the dead started walking the military will be thrown in in the back ground and wiped out if only to make surving harder. Starting from where we are you have to start with every day house hold items you cannot pull an AR 15 from your closet, if you wish to use ranged weapons you can start with a high-powered bb gun or a weak bow anything that can still do a lot of damage but isn't top of the line.
The zombies can see, hear and smell you, all of which will slowly decay as the rp moves. They walk deceptively slow, when you are spotted there will be no slow shambling these are fresh walkers they will run at you like your ex when she sees you spoiling your kids. Over time you will find better weapons on bodies in stores and abandoned military sand bag entrenchments with no ammunition for them all of which must be okayed in pm with Dreamcastsoul. The dead will mutate over time if you have an idea for a mutated walker give a picture, a name and a short but in-depth description of what it does where it can be found and how it became what it is, no half assing this and saying things like radiation made it mutate, these things are a life form of their own they will change and adapt to their surroundings.
You are not superman/woman you will be hurt, there will be times your character will be out of commission for an extended amount of time. You need to eat, sleep, drink, regulate your body temperature and overall health, and you can’t spend a week in the shadows and rain and still wipe out a full horde. There is a kill limit of 4 walkers a post, keep in mind guns and loud weapons can and will attract more walkers to you, you are not Altair you cannot take out 4 walkers and not make a single sound. You are not the messiah to this Rp if there is to be a cure or a vaccine to the infection it will be brought in by Dreamcastsoul as a NPC to much drama involved in being the one that will cure us all.
There may be called rescues and saves in this role-play, one player may wish to save another, if the victim agrees to this they must state so in ((OOC)) after their post that would call for rescue as to who will be saving them as well as the hero wanabe shall post this at least once in Brackets at the end of a post upon making the agreement. There will be one main party at one point in this rp but please try to make smaller parties to start off with adds more fun and trust issues in the main group when it is started. This rp may be driven by a story but it is very much mold-able any and all ideas as to locations we could go to are to be told to Dreamcast soul and will be brought up in the OOC chat room in main.
Each player will get one iconic weapon and one iconic tool at the end of the first season, when the group is formed via the merging of many smaller groups. With this one iconic weapon, or dual wielded weapons the player can perform one signature attack, this attack will allow the player to break the zombie killing limit. This skill takes a lot out of your character and will leave them weak or just very un-focused in some way for a while. keep in mind these skills will be as realistic as humanly possible, no merging with your gun no laser beams and no regeneration. For example a dual wielder with revolvers will draw both his guns pull both hammers back and fire their guns at the same time killing two walkers at per one shot rather than firing one gun then the other, leaving his hands hurting from the impact and throwing his aim off. The iconic tool will allow the player to access things, for example a player with a computer savvy character may find a military laptop allowing them to hack computerized doors.
HERES YOUR SKELETON! flesh it out folks.
Name:
Nickname:
Age: (keep it under 20)
Gander: (duh i know but still)
Race: (white black Asian ect)
height:
weight:
Strengths: (computer savvy, hunting fanatic ECT)
Weaknesses: (bum knee, low tolerance to pain ECT.)
Sexuality:
Personality:
Mental state: (do you have an existing mental problem or a newly forming one?)
Starter weapons: (you don't start them must find them in the rp, must be simple, broom stick baseball bat tire iron stuff like that. update as the rp goes.)
Iconic weapon: (you don't start with it you find it when the larger group is formed.)
Iconic tool: (you don't start with it you find it when the larger group is formed.)
Description: (scares, piercings, tattoo's birthmarks or iconic phrases.)
Short Bio:
Picture: (if you need more pictures)
OOC STUFF go here http://Whathavewebecome.chatango.com
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It was a normal every day kind of day in the middle of Pleasant Ridge, the sun was out and the kids were on their ways to their schools. Parents off to work and the streets hummed with cars. Just like every other day Sage was getting out of his bed and groaning away the sun as it hit his eyes. Another day in this Podunk town with nothing more to enjoy then getting back to bed. He slide out of bed and hopped in the shower taking a quick wash and changing into his normal, white button up dress shirt tight yet comfortable blue jeans and the hat his dad gave him when he started school. He picked up his bag and headed out of the door. The town seemed a bit strange today, all the adults seemed to be a little sluggish on their responses when heed greet them. Eh maybe they were realizing this place was boring as hell. He hopped on a bus and road it to the school and waved to a few friends as he wandered in straightening his hat out and yawning as he broke the point of no return.
Leo woke up on his couch from the loud ring of his cellphone because of his friends call. His friends invited him to go to school today. Since he doesn't have anything else to do, he decided to go, he ate, that's all, no bath, no change of clothes, just ate. He went off, out of the building with his bicycle, all the way to school.
Another day in this unchanging town. Siana was already up and about, a wave of denim vest and jeans. She reached into the stainless steal fridge and pulled out the makings of a breakfast sandwich, the kind Eme liked. A hummed tune filled the room as she worked. Her father was already at work, but her mother only worked nights. Siana always loved that fact- her mother dedicated so much time to giving them a proper education she almost never slept. There were days Siana took over for her mother, but today wasn't one of them. No, her mother would wake up in exactly three hours, expect her children to be dressed, bathed, and ready to learn. It was the same thing, every day. Siana finished the bacon sandwich and her own bacon and eggs (on a normal platter) and left them on the counter to cool in the morning sun.
A few hops up the stairs later, she was shaking Emeline awake, who did nothing- as always- but blink her eyes and whistled a low, high, high, and low note. "Hello to you to Eme- would you like breakfast?" Siana asked, helping the child up and handing her her daily clothing- a plain white-and-pink striped t-shirt and jeans, as well as some black sneakers. Siana raced back downstairs and ate her food quickly so she could go outside before class started to practice archery.
Approximately ten minutes later Emeline was lounging on the grass, playing with a lady bug, while Siana practiced. Not every shot was dead on, but all of them hit the target in some way- though some went too far left or right. It was relaxing, practicing the flex and pull of a bow in her hands before she let it fly. She could hear the ringing sounds of children and teen's laughs from the nearby school, but it did little to dampen the calm that settled over her when she let an arrow fly. However, a few minutes in, Emeline tugged on her shirt and pointed to the door, where her mother was stumbling out. She didn't seem well, and didn't seem to be able to get words out at the rate she normally did. "Hey, mom?" Siana called, walking forward. "You don't seem so hot... I can take Eme to the school... your friend, Hally, told us we could stay there and learn for a while if you ever needed us to. She's a teacher in my grade, but Eme will be fine." Her mother nodded and turned. Hally, her mother's teaching friend, had offered the two a day of learning at the school if Siana couldn't (and today she didn't know the lesson plan and therefore could not) and their mother was sick. Today seemed like a good day to do that. Siana gripped Emeline's hand and began to walk to the main school this town had. It was right next door, so it honestly wasn't much of a walk.
A few hops up the stairs later, she was shaking Emeline awake, who did nothing- as always- but blink her eyes and whistled a low, high, high, and low note. "Hello to you to Eme- would you like breakfast?" Siana asked, helping the child up and handing her her daily clothing- a plain white-and-pink striped t-shirt and jeans, as well as some black sneakers. Siana raced back downstairs and ate her food quickly so she could go outside before class started to practice archery.
Approximately ten minutes later Emeline was lounging on the grass, playing with a lady bug, while Siana practiced. Not every shot was dead on, but all of them hit the target in some way- though some went too far left or right. It was relaxing, practicing the flex and pull of a bow in her hands before she let it fly. She could hear the ringing sounds of children and teen's laughs from the nearby school, but it did little to dampen the calm that settled over her when she let an arrow fly. However, a few minutes in, Emeline tugged on her shirt and pointed to the door, where her mother was stumbling out. She didn't seem well, and didn't seem to be able to get words out at the rate she normally did. "Hey, mom?" Siana called, walking forward. "You don't seem so hot... I can take Eme to the school... your friend, Hally, told us we could stay there and learn for a while if you ever needed us to. She's a teacher in my grade, but Eme will be fine." Her mother nodded and turned. Hally, her mother's teaching friend, had offered the two a day of learning at the school if Siana couldn't (and today she didn't know the lesson plan and therefore could not) and their mother was sick. Today seemed like a good day to do that. Siana gripped Emeline's hand and began to walk to the main school this town had. It was right next door, so it honestly wasn't much of a walk.
It was strange all of the older students looked run down he sat in his spot tapping the brim of his hat to make it pop up slightly so he could see in front of him better. He tilted his head to the side watching the door and the clock for the teacher to come in. it was getting latter and later and for some reason the teacher wasn’t coming in, it was strange his teacher had been late a few times but there was always a reason and never this late. He started to get up to head to the office and ask what was going on than the disciplinary head walked through the door holding a stack of paper and the teacher’s books. She looked worried and far too young to be head of keeping the students in line but she was what she was and Sage couldn’t question it.
‘All the teachers seem to have come down with something today’ the girls meek voice came over the dull roar of the rooms chit chat, ‘I have taken it upon myself to go from class to class and issue some work, at least until I can contact someone from the board of directors or someone to find out what’s going on and get some substitutes in the classes’ the girl looked scared out of her mind, like something had just jumped out of the wall ripped her dress open and pulled her still beating heart from her chest just to show it to her and put it back. ‘When you are finished with the assignment please gather in the auditorium, hopefully by that time I’ll have gotten some information and will address the school apriority.’
The girl handed out a rather basic worksheet that they had done a few weeks back and left the room, it was strange all the teachers cars where in the parking lot yet she said they were all sick. As soon as the girl left Sage could hear her telling the same speech to the next class over. That is when the students in his own class where talking about how that girl shouldn’t have the right to do such a thing as this and they thought they should just leave now. Looking out of the window he could see some students already made that choice and where walking home. Something was going on and he didn’t know what, that alone was bothering him.
‘All the teachers seem to have come down with something today’ the girls meek voice came over the dull roar of the rooms chit chat, ‘I have taken it upon myself to go from class to class and issue some work, at least until I can contact someone from the board of directors or someone to find out what’s going on and get some substitutes in the classes’ the girl looked scared out of her mind, like something had just jumped out of the wall ripped her dress open and pulled her still beating heart from her chest just to show it to her and put it back. ‘When you are finished with the assignment please gather in the auditorium, hopefully by that time I’ll have gotten some information and will address the school apriority.’
The girl handed out a rather basic worksheet that they had done a few weeks back and left the room, it was strange all the teachers cars where in the parking lot yet she said they were all sick. As soon as the girl left Sage could hear her telling the same speech to the next class over. That is when the students in his own class where talking about how that girl shouldn’t have the right to do such a thing as this and they thought they should just leave now. Looking out of the window he could see some students already made that choice and where walking home. Something was going on and he didn’t know what, that alone was bothering him.
Leo Got to his class only a little bit late. He saw a girl talking about something in the class and saw her soon left to the other classes saying the same thing. "Who was that?" He asked his friends, they don't either who she was, none of the class knows her. "well why did you invite me." He adked his friends, but his decided to walk home now since there are nothing else to do and they'll just wait for nothing. "Inviting to go and going home by yourselves?" He asked somewhat irritated. "well I'm gonna stay since I went all the way here." He said and sat on his chair.
There was a horrible lack of anything teacher-related and the classes seemed to be thinning out already. Emeline had Siana's hand in a horrible death-grip, but the older of the two didn't mind. Eme was scared and not used to this many people around, that's all. However, when a few seconds later Emeline dropped her hand completely and rushed into one of the classrooms, Siana groaned in irritation. She would not be chasing that child around all day. Emeline stopped right next to a boy in a cowboy hat. She began to whistle a hello, but Siana took it upon herself to not freak him out more than he normally would be, what with all the teachers missing. She clasped Emeline's hand around her own and smiled politely before turning to Emeline, whistling out a short high and a short low note, then another high short note, then a short middle and then high note. She nodded and whistled 'sorry' to the male (Short middle, high, low notes).
"She means she is sorry if she scared you. We don't get out all that horribly much, to tell the truth, and she is so very used to speaking in our language. She knows sign language too, but we never use it. Do you know sign language? She can speak to you if you can." Siana said with a smile. "Oh yes, this is Emeline and I'm Siana. Nice to meet you" She held out a hand towards the man while still holding her sister with the other. Eme whistled another hello, and this time Siana was there to translate. "She says hello"
"She means she is sorry if she scared you. We don't get out all that horribly much, to tell the truth, and she is so very used to speaking in our language. She knows sign language too, but we never use it. Do you know sign language? She can speak to you if you can." Siana said with a smile. "Oh yes, this is Emeline and I'm Siana. Nice to meet you" She held out a hand towards the man while still holding her sister with the other. Eme whistled another hello, and this time Siana was there to translate. "She says hello"
Sage was just about to head out of the door when a rather young looking girl curst through the door and right up to him. It was rather strange seeing as he had never seen this girl before, it got even stranger when the younger girl whistled at her. Was she one of those loli girls that liked older men? He shook his head a few times and mentally punched himself for thinking of such a thing, whatever the case may be he started to speak to the girl but was cut off from an older girl, one closer to his age came in and took the younger girls hand. It was safe to guess this older girl was her sister seeing they looked similar. He listened to her speaking and chuckled a bit. “Well I don’t know much, I know a few basics like the alphabet but tats thanks to a chart I got in school a few years back”
He reached up adjusting his hat slightly as the girl introduced her sister and herself; he chuckled slightly at her reaching out wrapping a strong farmers hand around hers and shook it slightly. His palms where tough and slightly dry but still held tenderness in how he held her hand. He grins shaking her hand pulling his free. He bends his knees dropping into a crouch to be on eye level with the younger girl. He reaches out with his hand placing it on the top of her head rubbing her hair slightly. “Well I'm Sage, I’m not the best in the class but I can show you two around a bit if’n ya like” without noticing he let his ‘farmer accent’ slip out making him sound like a Texan slightly. “Seein as how the teachers are all sick, class is a bust, I can’t go home till class is out or Pa would work the clothes off my back thinkin I skipped”
Further in the town adults started to pass out while they were driving crashing into other cars, students on the streets and building. In a strange moment of silence a troop of 5 choppers flew over the school rather low, blowing out a few windows in the top floors. People all over the world started to pass out there they stood leaving what they were doing often causing deaths or at least great injury. Whatever was going on wasn’t just happening in this little town and no one knew why. Sage looked up as the choppers flew over and thought to himself, “they are really low, what is going on?” hearing the windows on the oppose side of the room give out Sage moved between the girls and the windows he was near catching a pane of glass to the back. He groans and falls to one knee doing his best to keep the glass from flying at the two girls and jumps up yelling out of the empty window. “THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” His question was answered quickly via a number of fire balls in the outskirts of town as the choppers hit the ground.
He reached up adjusting his hat slightly as the girl introduced her sister and herself; he chuckled slightly at her reaching out wrapping a strong farmers hand around hers and shook it slightly. His palms where tough and slightly dry but still held tenderness in how he held her hand. He grins shaking her hand pulling his free. He bends his knees dropping into a crouch to be on eye level with the younger girl. He reaches out with his hand placing it on the top of her head rubbing her hair slightly. “Well I'm Sage, I’m not the best in the class but I can show you two around a bit if’n ya like” without noticing he let his ‘farmer accent’ slip out making him sound like a Texan slightly. “Seein as how the teachers are all sick, class is a bust, I can’t go home till class is out or Pa would work the clothes off my back thinkin I skipped”
Further in the town adults started to pass out while they were driving crashing into other cars, students on the streets and building. In a strange moment of silence a troop of 5 choppers flew over the school rather low, blowing out a few windows in the top floors. People all over the world started to pass out there they stood leaving what they were doing often causing deaths or at least great injury. Whatever was going on wasn’t just happening in this little town and no one knew why. Sage looked up as the choppers flew over and thought to himself, “they are really low, what is going on?” hearing the windows on the oppose side of the room give out Sage moved between the girls and the windows he was near catching a pane of glass to the back. He groans and falls to one knee doing his best to keep the glass from flying at the two girls and jumps up yelling out of the empty window. “THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” His question was answered quickly via a number of fire balls in the outskirts of town as the choppers hit the ground.
Emeline had clinched her hand around her sisters before Siana had even noted the sound of the choppers, but at the time she figured it was simply a response to talking to another, as she never really got out. She was, of course, proved horribly wrong when she was in the middle of "Well I know my way around the school already, but if you know how to hunt I have a spare bow- it would be fun" when the choppers flew by and Sage got angry. At that point she hefted a shivering Eme onto her back. She was heavy, but Siana was used to it. When the windows fell and Sage jumped in front of them, Siana turned and held Eme to her chest like she was a newborn baby.
Siana dropped Eme back to the ground after a while, but she still held onto the child for dear life. Emeline whistled a high long note and a series of notes, and Siana nodded and turned to Sage. "Hey, if on our way back we don't get hit by another chopper, we should go hunting some time. I can't with Emeline normally, but if two people were there to watch her, I'm sure it'd be fine" Siana said smiled before going after Eme, who had already ran over to the door. Outside, there were throngs of scared looking people running about. She didn't know where they were going- a bunker or closet perhaps? Didn't matter to Siana, so she grabbed her sister and placed her on her back, as if she were giving her a piggy back ride. Emeline was heavy, but Siana was more than used to it as she held her like this at least once a day. Siana carefully avoided the people until she got to the front door of the building and flicked it open. Outside, it was fairly calm, save for a few people who had come from the building and one car that had crashed into a tree. Siana didn't stop to look at what was inside- she didn't need Emeline scared more than she was. Siana could see the smoke of the remains of the choppers rising up, and she inwardly grimaced.
Once Siana had gotten them into the yard, she rolled Emeline off of her back and grabbed up her bow and arrows. The last thing she wanted in the world was for them to get damaged. The pair both walked inside and Siana pointed to Emeline's door. The smaller girl nodded and walked over to it and inside it. It had no windows because they had removed them when kids along the street would bully Eme. Siana, bow still in hand simply because she had pretty much forgotten she was carrying it, walked to her mother's room. Her mother didn't look much better and looked asleep, so Siana shut the door and locked it with the key above the door frame- Emeline had been known to wake her mother from her rest for truly trivial things, so Siana started to make a point out of locking that door when her mother was sleeping. Her mom could open it from the inside when she was ready.
Siana stepped into her sister's room and propped the bow and the arrows against the bed before sitting on the floor with her sister. Emeline was stacking block after block of Lego's into what looked like the base of a house of some sort.
"Hey, want my help?" Siana asked, and when she received a nod in return, she began to pick up blocks from around the room and bring them over to Emeline. She wanted her sister to forget the whole chopper thing because that might cause problems later on, and truthfully Siana wanted to forget as well.
Siana dropped Eme back to the ground after a while, but she still held onto the child for dear life. Emeline whistled a high long note and a series of notes, and Siana nodded and turned to Sage. "Hey, if on our way back we don't get hit by another chopper, we should go hunting some time. I can't with Emeline normally, but if two people were there to watch her, I'm sure it'd be fine" Siana said smiled before going after Eme, who had already ran over to the door. Outside, there were throngs of scared looking people running about. She didn't know where they were going- a bunker or closet perhaps? Didn't matter to Siana, so she grabbed her sister and placed her on her back, as if she were giving her a piggy back ride. Emeline was heavy, but Siana was more than used to it as she held her like this at least once a day. Siana carefully avoided the people until she got to the front door of the building and flicked it open. Outside, it was fairly calm, save for a few people who had come from the building and one car that had crashed into a tree. Siana didn't stop to look at what was inside- she didn't need Emeline scared more than she was. Siana could see the smoke of the remains of the choppers rising up, and she inwardly grimaced.
Once Siana had gotten them into the yard, she rolled Emeline off of her back and grabbed up her bow and arrows. The last thing she wanted in the world was for them to get damaged. The pair both walked inside and Siana pointed to Emeline's door. The smaller girl nodded and walked over to it and inside it. It had no windows because they had removed them when kids along the street would bully Eme. Siana, bow still in hand simply because she had pretty much forgotten she was carrying it, walked to her mother's room. Her mother didn't look much better and looked asleep, so Siana shut the door and locked it with the key above the door frame- Emeline had been known to wake her mother from her rest for truly trivial things, so Siana started to make a point out of locking that door when her mother was sleeping. Her mom could open it from the inside when she was ready.
Siana stepped into her sister's room and propped the bow and the arrows against the bed before sitting on the floor with her sister. Emeline was stacking block after block of Lego's into what looked like the base of a house of some sort.
"Hey, want my help?" Siana asked, and when she received a nod in return, she began to pick up blocks from around the room and bring them over to Emeline. She wanted her sister to forget the whole chopper thing because that might cause problems later on, and truthfully Siana wanted to forget as well.
Standing back up and dusting the glass of his most likely bruised back he groans whipping a blood from his back. He slowly shook his head at his hand as the girl spoke. Hiding the red from the younger girl he nodded to the older one. “Could be fun” he walked to the door watching the girls leave down the hall, the disciplinary started darting down the halls checking on room after room. She would stop at Sages side and nearly have a heart attack and pulled him into a closet filled with the schools access medical supplies. There wasn’t much she could do other then pick the shards of glass out of the 4 inch long gash on his back spread on a load of Neosporin and wrap his body with a load of ace bandages holding gauze on the wound as tight as possible.
Being child hood friends the girl was clearly panicking over the wound of her dear friend but soon soothed by a ruffling of the hair and a soft hug. Sage stood up and starched his back slightly and looked to the disciplinary and spoke in his country boy accent. “Hey, there were two girls here; they kinda panicked a bit when the choppers fell. They headed off in the direction of the smoke from those things, imam go see if I can find them, make sure they are safe and what not, you got things here?” she gave him a nod and he was off, he hardly had to change his path as he walked people scattered at the look on his face. Out of the door he followed the path he had seen the girls walk while glancing out of the small window in the supply closet.
Luckily the girls lived close, he had often heard younger kids mocking the mute girl as he walked home and strolled up to the door laying three solid knocks on the wooden door. “Hey, you two okay in there, its sage, just wanted to make sure things where okay here before I started round town to see if there’s any adults still well enough to go check out those crashes! In his mind millions of ideas ran through his head of what could be happening, there were plenty of things he wanted to do, most of them involved running home and dragging his father out of the fields to handle this stuff. Yet he knew his father would have given him a radio and a flash light and sent him to check door to door for able bodied folk to go and try and help.
Being child hood friends the girl was clearly panicking over the wound of her dear friend but soon soothed by a ruffling of the hair and a soft hug. Sage stood up and starched his back slightly and looked to the disciplinary and spoke in his country boy accent. “Hey, there were two girls here; they kinda panicked a bit when the choppers fell. They headed off in the direction of the smoke from those things, imam go see if I can find them, make sure they are safe and what not, you got things here?” she gave him a nod and he was off, he hardly had to change his path as he walked people scattered at the look on his face. Out of the door he followed the path he had seen the girls walk while glancing out of the small window in the supply closet.
Luckily the girls lived close, he had often heard younger kids mocking the mute girl as he walked home and strolled up to the door laying three solid knocks on the wooden door. “Hey, you two okay in there, its sage, just wanted to make sure things where okay here before I started round town to see if there’s any adults still well enough to go check out those crashes! In his mind millions of ideas ran through his head of what could be happening, there were plenty of things he wanted to do, most of them involved running home and dragging his father out of the fields to handle this stuff. Yet he knew his father would have given him a radio and a flash light and sent him to check door to door for able bodied folk to go and try and help.
So far, Siana and Emeline had created half a tower. It was leaning slightly to the left, but they kept building anyway. When the pair heard the door knocks, Siana told her sister to continue building the tower before she walked over and opened it. It was Sage, so Siana opened the door completely as he spoke.
"We're fine in here- my mom is sleeping, but I can wake her up if you like, see if she's able to help. Me and Eme were just building a tower of Legos when you came over," she said, but her words were followed by a large crash from Emeline's room. "Well, we were building a tower, but I guess we will be starting over again" she chuckled the words before turning towards the door to Eme's room. "Hey, you okay in there?" she asked, and when she heard a short note in answer, she smiled as she turned back to the door. "Yea, she's fine. Well, if you find anybody, don't hesitate to come and find us so we can help too" she said lightheartedly. Emeline chose that moment to walk from her room and right to Siana's side, whistling out her high, middle, and low notes so they formed a hello. Not that Sage would know that.
"She says hello again" Siana said simply as she wrapped her arm around her sister protectively. "Oh, Sage? Before you go, could you make sure the people in that car over there.... aren't... dead? I can't bring myself to go over myself" she looked down as she said the words, suddenly very sad she couldn't muster the courage to look herself. "I just really don't want Emeline to go wondering off and seeing that" she added as she gestured to the girl beside her, who was smiling lightly and looking out at the street.
"We're fine in here- my mom is sleeping, but I can wake her up if you like, see if she's able to help. Me and Eme were just building a tower of Legos when you came over," she said, but her words were followed by a large crash from Emeline's room. "Well, we were building a tower, but I guess we will be starting over again" she chuckled the words before turning towards the door to Eme's room. "Hey, you okay in there?" she asked, and when she heard a short note in answer, she smiled as she turned back to the door. "Yea, she's fine. Well, if you find anybody, don't hesitate to come and find us so we can help too" she said lightheartedly. Emeline chose that moment to walk from her room and right to Siana's side, whistling out her high, middle, and low notes so they formed a hello. Not that Sage would know that.
"She says hello again" Siana said simply as she wrapped her arm around her sister protectively. "Oh, Sage? Before you go, could you make sure the people in that car over there.... aren't... dead? I can't bring myself to go over myself" she looked down as she said the words, suddenly very sad she couldn't muster the courage to look herself. "I just really don't want Emeline to go wondering off and seeing that" she added as she gestured to the girl beside her, who was smiling lightly and looking out at the street.
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