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Urainie Patel

"Like it or not, we are a family now. Don't want to be? Hell, there are a million zombies out there who'll be glad to bring you in."

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a character in “Today: Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad”, originally authored by Magical_pineapples, as played by RolePlayGateway

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{"Great breakthroughs are always followed by great catastrophes.” }
"Don't You Worry Child" || "The Fighter" || "Wake Me Up" || "Still Into You" || "Classic" || "Pompeii" || "The Monster/Wake Me Up Mashup"

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|{Full Name}|
Urainie Amethyst Patel.
U-rain-e-yuh Meh-thist Pa-tell.

|{Nickname}|
Ryan//"Willow"//Amy.

|{Reason for nickname}|
Ryan-to those closest//"Willow"-code name//Amy-family only.

|{Age}|
Seventeen//17.

|{Birthday}|
July 16.

|{Zodiac}|
Cancer.

|{Ethnicity}|
45% French-Canadian//35% Arabian//30% Russian.

|{Sexuality}|
Demisexual.

|{Role}|
Role #2.




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{"Imperfection is beautiful.” }
-Anonymous
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|{Hair Color}|
Honey Blonde.

|{Eye Color}|
Forest Green.

|{Height}|
5'6''.

|{Weight}|
123lbs.

|{Build}|
Lean, Slim.

|{Scars}|
The young female has her fair share of scars from fights, yet her most dominant one isn't from a fight. The long, jagged scar runs across her right calf. When she was smaller she wasn't paying attention and stepped near a snake, which caused her to jump back and stumble down a small cliff which she rolled down and ended up hitting multiple rocks on the bottom. The other scars aren't noticeable. There isn't really a day she isn't without a cut, scrape, or bruise. She's known for getting a little too tough with play fighting and messing around.

|{Brief Description}|
Ryan practically radiates attitude, even if she's simply standing there; one hip cocked to the side, hands on her hip, and her head cocked to the side as if she’s judging you. She walks with a swift pride that hardly goes unnoticed. She makes no effort to hide her authority. Her hair itself is a bit uncontrollable, unpredictable; much like her mood. Her asset is the only thing that frustrates her, the only thing she has never seem to actually control - her hair has a natural wave to it, some days her hair may actually have volume. Her hair has a mind of it’s own, for years now she’s just let it have free reign, she finds no need in styling it. The only hair products she owns: an untouched hairbrush and a huge can of hair spray. Not messing with her hair, finding it a waste of time. So naturally, it has its days of the full on messy, tossed away, look. This unruly hair sweeps to the left, most of it finds home all bundled on her left shoulder. She rarely tosses her hair into a bun or ponytail, only when needed.
Framed by is Ryan’s blonde hair is her smooth tanned face. She spends most of her time outside, so her skin is always evenly tanned. Ryan’s facial features are very defined. She has high curved cheekbones, a full mouth, almost too-big eyes framed by scrawny lashes, and a "too pointy for her liking” nose. Her eyes are nothing spectacular, just a deep bright shade of emerald green, and the shape of her other features makes them look even larger than they are, plus the magic of make-up. Her face is usually dawned with a sly look, like she’s up to something. Nine times out of ten, she is. Her brows are usually furrowed and her eyes wide with excitement. She has several “signature” looks. Her smirk, her grimace, her innocent look, her confused look, her angry look, and her disgusted face. Ryan is proud of her set of perfectly white teeth.
As for her physical shape, it’s soft and curved, very deceiving to the venom within. She may have a soft shape, but don’t be surprised if you catch a glimpse of her lean, slim muscle when she moves or is doing some strenuous activity. She has a small waist and wide hips, to her discomfort, along with sturdy thighs. Her appearance is lithe and a simple distraction to the fact that she is partially an athlete, and she isn't afraid to exert her dominance.

For style, Ryan is very open. If it fits, she’ll wear it. Though she’s typically seen wearing sweatshirts, loose hanging tank tops , graphic tees, blouses, skinnys or shorts. She’s been known to just grab something out of the laundry and put it on. She finds no need for style really.




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{"Your talent is your obligation to the world.” }
-Anonymous
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|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|

Canadian Accent
Growing up in Canada has given Ryan a distinct voice. A voice that isn’t as nearly as soft as you would expect. Her voice is bit husky, almost challenging..usually challenging. It’s the voice of reason, the voice of control. Yet, this voice is soaked in that nice French-Canadian accent. Sometimes she'll get ahead of herself and stumble over a few words or pronounce one wrong, luckily she's known to just laugh it off. She'll address her team mate as "yer" without even realizing it.

Flowers
Since she was young, Ryan always had a thing for pretty flowers. She use to pick them and put them in a vase, but they soon died. She found a solution though, once she picks a flower she puts it in a book (Her Deathly Hallows hard copy) and presses them, reserving them. No one knows about this, she likes to keep her flowers a secret. Everyone knows of her four-leaf clover obsession though. She can't pass a clover patch without stopping and looking. All her clovers end up in the same book as her flowers.

Devil's Advocate
Ryan wants her team mate(s) to be independent, to think for themselves, and come up with solutions quickly when they're in trouble. So, she's learned to always be the "other" voice in an argument. She'll take the other side just for the sake of arguing, wanting her team mate to stand up for themselves. She'll always ask, "Why?" "Are you sure?" "What about this way?


|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|

Agility
Clumsiness is not in this tough girl's nature. She is rather quick on her feet which she uses to her advantage to sprint out the sights of the zombies, or just simply springing up her daily energy.

Team Player
Although Urainie is a hot head, in times of dire need she is good at ordering those where to be, what to do. She keeps a level head when others tend to lose theirs all together. However, that is only when the time truly calls for it. She’s good when it comes to fairness and always tries to do the thing that is best for her team mate(s), putting them first.

Eye-coordinated+Archery
The coordinated control of eye movement with hand movement, and the processing of visual input to guide reaching and grasping along with the use of preconception of the hands to guide the eyes. This skill that needs to be mastered if Ryan ever hopes to survive out with the into the apocalypse . With her bow and a few arrows at her side, nothing can stop Ryan. She's been practicing archery since she was only 6 years old, and she's a pro at it.

Nurturing
Sure, Urainie seems to be a hard-ass, but in all honesty she's like a momma bear to her team mate(s). She knows their needs and can sense when one is in danger. She is very motherly, when you walk into the house everything is clean and orderly. She makes sure all the laundry is done, takes care of anyone when they're sick, and makes sure each of them has eaten their supper. She makes sure Manny isn't the one to lead ever, and makes sure there is always coffee in the morning. Sara is more of the loner and gets anxious around people, but Ryan makes sure to have at least two conversations with her daily, just to check up with her. She's known to yell at Oliver for not taking things seriously, but she's never denies the fact that she loves his sense of humor. Anubis has a temper, but she's learned she can easily control it with skittles. Alex is a newbie, and because of this Ryan makes sure he is the first one that is put to safety. The same goes for Lexi since she's the youngest of everyone. Ryan keeps a close eye on her. Lastly, Donnie is her right hand man (well technically her left since she's left-handed) and she knows he's more for the passive way of handling things, so she tries to tone it down, she lets him daydream some days, and she makes sure to smile or laugh at his jokes even if they aren't funny, but hey, she owes him that much since he keeps her level headed. Also, she makes sure he always has his cigarettes.


|{Flaws || Weaknesses || Deflects}|

Petulant
Moody, bad-tempered, and sulky. Some days Ryan can just be having a bad day and she'll go off on the person closest to her. She doesn't mean to, but sometimes she just gets overwhelmed and stresses out. Most consider this "childish" behavior. So, yes, she does act pretty childish when she's stressed. She will lock herself in her room and not communicate for a few hours, but it usually doesn't last long. Sometimes to let off steam she'll drain herself with music. She just needs a way to channel her anger and aggression so she doesn't potentially harm herself or others.

Ruthlessly Protective of Loved Ones
Ryan is extremely protective, nothing short of possessive, of those she cares about and deems family/close friends. Those who have earned his trust have also earned her loyalty, and that’s something the young female holds close. She would die for her team mates, and that isn't a lie.


|{Fears}|

øPanic Attacksø
These rarely occur now that she's taking medicine for them, but she does become panicked in crowded spaces. It triggers the body's natural fight-or-flight response and she becomes much like a cornered dog. She's been known to shove her way out of these situations or just turn and run. Either way she ends up wide eyed, trembling, with rapid breathing, and a heart beat that is through the roof. Most of the time you just have to calm her down and make sure she's breathing slowly and that she's not too dizzy too stand up.

øPeer Pressureø
It's not something that commonly happens. Yet, on rare occasions Ryan has fallen into the trap which can influence a person to do something against their will. She doesn't want to be pressured by other districts. She wants to run her district how she wants to, not how people expect her to. She wants what is best for her team mate(s) and will do anything to make sure they get the best, but she's terrified she may be influenced to do something she thinks is beneficial and it turn out to be harmful. Leading to them abandoning her.


|{Secrets}|
w.i.p

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{"I world more than likely offend you at some point.” }
-Anonymous
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|{Personality}|
|{Sharp-tongued || Blunt || Independent || Not Easily Impressed || Intelligent || Loyal || Protective || Kind || Sarcastic}|

In an argument, Urianie has no mercy, whether she wants to or not. The girl grew up to have a sharp tongue that cuts like a dagger and spares only those whom she very much cares about, though even then there are times when she is a tad bit more blunt than she really ought to be. Her father taught her to never let herself be manipulated by other people, never to let herself be walked over, and she's taken those lessons to heart, influencing greatly who she is today. The young woman refuses to dumb herself down or soften herself for the sake of another person's ego, because doing so once, she was taught, will only open the door for future problems.

So she defends herself, not only with her skills but with a quick wit and an attitude that makes it clear- she is not the sort of girl who one can win over with pretty words or a few drinks at the bar. In fact, try to run some dumb line by her, and expect to have it thrown back in your face with a bit more sting. If she wants to hook up with someone, she'll make it clear, but otherwise, she has no time for idiots with a pickup line that other idiots have been using for decades. And she'll say so.

She is blunt, after all, certainly not the type to dance around the truth, regardless of the matter. If she's going to say something, she'll say it straight, believing that to be the best method. Urianie is a big fan of the 'ripping off the band-aid' route when it comes to problems or telling people somewhat unhappy truths. The truth is rarely simple, but she prefers it to the alternative. She expects honesty from others, as well, and while she can tolerate liars to an extent, enough of it will try her patience- which isn't always the largest thing in the world, if that isn't obvious yet. The young woman is not impressed by parlor tricks and white lies, by sweet nothings or stupid deceptions.

What does impress her is honesty, and individuality. She values those who are true to themselves above all else, and at least gives credit to those making an effort to find who they are. She's independent, but not just in the sense of taking care of herself. She believes that everyone is an independent being, that need not rely on others to validate their existence or their preferences. If someone likes something, then they like it- there is no need to make sure that it is approved of by peers, extremes excepted. Of course, she does also believe that people have a responsibility to look out for themselves to the best of her abilities. She, at least, doesn't like accepted aid from others unless absolutely necessary.

Urainie has always been intelligent, though not necessarily in the academic sense. She was good at math, of course, but passable at most other courses. No, she is intelligent in a common sense sort of way. In a street smart, sort of way. She knows what to avoid and how to avoid it, has an instinct for the best roads to take, and definitely knows how to best deal with problem customers at the bar where she works. The girl can handle herself, in fact feeling more at home in large cities and slightly sketchier areas. It's what she's used to, after all. In dangerous situations, she has a knack for escape, though she hardly has the immediate 'assess all plans in a second' advantage that people with enhanced intelligence or survival enhancements might. People see things from different angles. Urianie is usually pretty good at seeing them where they are.

While the young woman may have a tendency to be sharp-tongued and blunt, she is no less a devoted friend for it. As her friends are, she is fiercely loyal to those she is close to, standing by them no matter what. Though she might seem it, the girl isn't the sort who has trouble letting people in, not really. And she is incredibly loyal to each friend that she has. If someone messes with one of her friends in any way, they will be answering to her in a very small period of time, and it might not end up very pretty, suffice to say. She is very protective of her friends, especially the more naive or easily hurt ones, and she makes it clear in how she treats those whom she thinks pose a threat to her friends, taking on a sort of mama bear attitude.

She cares dearly for her friends, after all, and will do her best to stop them from feeling pain, because she experiences that pain vicariously. Kindness is not limited to her friends alone, though, and her sharp tongue may mislead people to believe that she has a different level of kindness than she does. When the situation calls for it, she can be surprisingly sweet. She's the one who determines whether the circumstances call for it, though, and she can be very picky about it.




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{"You hate it, I love it.” }
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|{Likes}|

ControlRelaxation/NapsStarsFunny Shaped CloudsOld CarsCheesy Jokes, Puns, PizzaMusicLightening BugsThe Smell of RainCloversNatureRunningWorking OutSportsDirtArguing/FightingChallengesThe Sense of Desire Winning FairytalesSpontaneous AdventuresSpicy FoodsSnowBeing Relied OnArcheryThrowing People the BirdieHaving a Place to Call Home




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{"Hate is more lasting than dislike.” }
-Anonymous
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Being DisrespectedNot Being Taken SeriouslyBirds in the MorningLonelinessIronyPitch BlackLosingBeesHospitalsInjuriesElevatorsComplete SilentsFearReckless BehaviorNeeding HelpFireBeing IgnoredInterruptionsLosing Track of TimeStaringHumidityShrewdnessMockery, Scorn, RidiculeBeing Looked Down On When She's Not Given a Chance to Prove Something or Herself




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{"I came back for my sister.” }
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|{Place of Origin}|
Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

|{History}|
w.i.p

|{Family Tree}|
Micheal Patel||Urainie's mother||38||Alive
Cala Patel||Urainie's mother||36||Alive
Jo Patel||Urianie's younger sister||13||Deceased





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{"It's surprising how one little song can bring back so many memories.” }
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"Safe & Sound"
“I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, "I'll never let you go"
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound

Don't you dare look out your window, darling,
Everything's on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold on to this lullaby
Even when music's gone
Gone

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound

Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
La La (La La)
La La (La La)
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
La La (La La)

Just close your eyes
You'll be alright
Come morning light,
You and I'll be safe and sound...

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh oh oh.”




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How often do you get online?:
Everyday, unless something important comes up.
How often can we expect you to be able to post?:
Whenever I can.
Character Played by:
Magical_Pineapples.

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Urainie Patel's Story

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"You know my cousins gay. Maybe this is a good thing Lex, I mean.. boys are really stupid anyways and theyre rude and they smell. Well you kinda smell too so before we work on getting you a girlfriend we need to work on your hygiene a bit." said Chloe looking at Lexie and mimicking the idea by plugging her nose and waving the air in front of her face. Lexies tears quickly stopped, she chuckled and threw a pillow at Chloe. "You butt, I do not smell like a boy!" "Well you sure do throw like a girl!" exclaimed Chloe, throwing a pillow back at Lexie. The girls laughed and the ensuing pillow fight took place.

Lexie smiled at the memory and looked down as her fingers idly played with the cross around her neck. Chloe was dead. Her parents dead. Her brother.. dead. She remembered leaving in the morning, grabbing a poptart and kissing her mother on the cheek saying "I love you." Her brother was asleep and her father was at work. She never got to say goodbye to them. Now they are dead. Lexie sighed, moved her hands through her hair and took a deep breath, not letting tears fall out. She turned around and made her way back to camp.

She walked in the house, grabbed a quick cup of the last of the coffee that Urainie had made that morning, and went back to ironing the laundry. Lexie didn't know how to shoot, she didn't know how to use a weapon, but she did know how to iron, she knew how to cook, she knew to clean, basically everything that Urainie knows how to do except for the leading, socializing, and combat. Urainie knew how to do everything Lex does but Urainie does it better. That didnt stop Lex by any means to try and contribute. She took up the chores as Urainie usually had more important stuff to do. The least Lex could do was help out with the basic housewife duties. She may not be able to use a weapon and protect herself.. but she can do this.

Lexie saw Sara come through the door. Stopping herself from getting too hung up on Sara's beautiful looks, she realized Sara was soaking wet. Lexie quickly grabbed a fresh set of clothes and walked over to Sara. Lex helped Sara get out of her wet clothes, took a few unnoticed glances at Sara's body, blushed hard and handed her the fresh clothes. Lexie took Sara's wet ones to go and hang in the secured backyard so they could dry.

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"Shit," She muttered under her breath as her hands fumbled with the lock to the cash register. There was cash in
that cash register that Urainie somehow had the thought to collect as much as she could whenever she makes enough to move out into a new state, or maybe country ever since the corpse's that took over town no more than a month or two ago. Things went down hill then; families and friends were practically getting eaten alive, people thought it'd be best if they commited suicide, hell, some even through themselves at the corpse's like a sack of potatoes. Everyone except for Urainie Amethyst Patel, that is, and a few other of her classmates that managed to survive the catastrophe in one piece: Oliver, the airhead. Sara, the pessimist. Donnie, the stoner. Lexie, the wallflower. Manny, the outsider. Alex, the optimist. And, Anubis, the prick. If Urainie was informed that she would be paired up with a couple of her classmates during a zombie apocalypse, she would've never expected it'd be with seven kids that either was truly insane or off the edge. Guess it was Jesus Christ himself who wanted Urainie to be the one in charge of guarding their life since she was already practically the one at their side making sure they kept their sanity.

A minute passed. Two. The lock never budged as Urainie wiggled her bobby pin in the key hole. She was just about to give up when something outside caught her
off guard. Footsteps. And not the slow staggering one's that kept at a rhythm, but the one's that indicated for Urainie to get the hell outta there. As soon as she pulled herself up, at least seven or so zombies came charging through the door. They were Runners. All of them. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." She hid under the counter and bit her lip to hold back any sudden noises that might give her away. One Runner, a balding man with scrapings used as clothing, passed her nearly brushing her leg until she quickly pulled them up close to her chest. Her heart pounded simultaneously with each step man took. Either he couldn't hear her heart pounding or he was just playing her for a fool, he was doing one hell of a job. Urainie turned around cautiously to get a peek at the other Runners and was relieved to see that they had each lugged to their separate ways. Some went to the Men's Dressing Room, while others aimlessly moved over toward the escalators. She sat there making sure they were full out of sight when suddenly she felt a hand grab at her ankle roughly. Immediately, she whirled her attention onto him as he was pulling her towards him. He didn't even slacken his grip even when she yelped out in pain, though ignoring the sudden urge to scream she tried to dig her nails into the linoleum floor, but slipped and her head fell back with a deafening crack. Almost instantly, there was this tingling feeling running through every part of her body and her head felt light, hollow even. However, she continued to fight for her life, for her team mates. With a grunt, she kicked at the men's eye causing him to release her ankle and fall back. As she scrambled to her feet, she leaned over the man who now laid still on the floor. His eye socket was now dark and empty as where is eye should've been, but Urainie knew it wasn't over yet from the short twitching in his fingers. She reached pulled out a hanged from inside the box under the counter, snapped it in two, and plunged the sharp and into the man's chest, hard, until she heard the snap of his ribs. A small smile plastered across her face as she pulled her head back and spat out a loogie at the now dead corpse, "Motherfucker."

At that moment, there was a chorus of grunts and moans near Urainie. She looked up and felt the air get knocked out of her as she stared into the eyes of not
twelve, but fifteen zombies. Runners. They all stalk towards Urainie in her moment of terror. She was unable to peel her eyes away from their ghastly towering features. Their faces was sunken in, eyes unfocused. Their mouth twitched and drooled as if craving for something, anything. They craved for her. The smell of rotting face made her stomach churn and it was all she could do not to vomit then and there. Each one of their nails were dark and caked with blood, but she wasn't sure if it was their blood dripping from them. Finally, she saw the stomach-churning discolored skin close enough to see that it was falling apart. It was falling away from muscle, and bones. She saw everything that she never intended on seeing. In that instant, somehow, her body found itself, discovered how to move again. It was possible to murder one zombie, but the whole pack was impossible. And with that she ran for the exit. She made no attempt to look behind her to know that the Runners were tagging along after her. One of them had managed to catch up to her, and she threw her forearm back, sending the corpse flying back into two others.

Two Points. She thought, and for a second she couldn't help suppress a triumphant smile as she ran until- as if out of nowhere- five other corspe's came to take the
others place. Twenty. "Crap," the word wasn't even a whisper as Urainie began to pick up her pace into a dead sprint. The soles of her shoes patted hard against the pavement of the parking lot. Her breath came gasping out in short wheezes, but she dared not slow down. This was a situation between life and death.

She ran through the parking lot until she rounded a corner down an abandoned Market place where she bent down on her knees to catch her breath after what felt like a minute, she peeked behind the corner and realized that she had lost the Runners until she suddenly seen one of them coming towards her, then another, and another. Next thing you knew they were multiplying. Without thinking, she pushed open the doors to a local convenience store and seen something that made her feel relieved. Angy. Or both. There in the far end sat Oliver on a fallen shelf eating what looked like chocolate pudding, and at his side was Donnie smoking his usual Camel pack. She stomped over towards them in a huff. She was sure she looked like hair at that moment. Eyes sullen. Hair tousled and caked with blood from the fall. Clothes grungy and torn. "What. In. The. Actual. Fuck," she said every word breathlessly, aware that she was gritting her teeth. She scowled at her two slackers. "Twenty, hell, maybe even more then that. And you know what kinds they were, mhm? Well, I'll tell ya'. They were Runners. And you know where they're going?" She waited until the room was enveloped into utter silence. "Here. So, either you get your asses up and head to base grounds or neither of you will see daylight." Suddenly, there was a loud pounding on the door just as Urainie turned to see that they were already trying to break through the glass doors. She quickly lifted Oliver to his feet and snatched the cigarette from Donnie's mouth. "Go to base grounds. See any of us, tell them to follow. I want everyone back at the warehouse. Go." And with that she shooed them towards the back door as she did so her head began to to feel heavy. Ignoring it, she continued to push them, but the pain only grew worse. It throbbed and pulsed in her skull; not a sharp pain like a knife-inflicted wound, but more of a dull pounding with a hammer over...and over...and over again. Her brain felt like it was on overdrive, but at the same time can't process properly. Images and ideas and plans and deadlines run through her head, but they're chasing each other round and round. Her mind couldn't catch a single one, but gets pounded with all of them at the same time as they ricochet and slam into the walls of her head.

"Dammit!" she screamed as she pressed her hands against the sides of her head until the pain went away. "Go. Now! I'll meet you guys later." she barely managed to say the last part through clenched teeth.

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“...Anyway, to sum it up, that's why life sucks.” If asked, Oliver probably couldn't even manage to repeat the story he had just spouted off to four zombies trapped under metal that definitely wouldn't hold, but hell, complaining felt good. Even if, technically, he was talking to a bunch of reanimated corpses...man, he really needed to get his priorities figured out.

He stuck his fingers in his pudding again, about to take another bite, when a sound filled the little store that froze him quickly. A weird kind of grovel... low...spinning...

Oliver pulled his eyes towards the ceiling for a moment, debating his options. Put down the delicious pudding and grab a knife, or not put down the delicious pudding and possibly die...Honestly, if he was going to go out, he'd rather do it with the memory of pudding in his mouth than blood.

Just when he was about to actually make a move, a cart came around the corner, none other than Donatello Keiko pushing it. Then there was a knife flying across the room, a walker hitting the ground, and Oliver rolled his eyes before putting his fingers back into his mouth.

“Your ass,” he shot out when the other guy demanded what he was looking at. Which was only half a snarky comment actually – Donnie did have a nice ass. Hell, he had pretty much nice everything, but there was too much fucked up in there for Oliver to ever actually be interested. Too bad his rough personality didn't match that face...

Of course after him came Urainie. Of fucking course. She lectured – he knew it because he could hear her talking in the background – but he went back to his pudding. Which was amazing. Until the bitch was grabbing him and pulling him up.

Honestly, Oliver had half the mind to deadweight on her – he had to weight at least twice as much as she did, but he didn't. Because even he could see the amount of zombies trying to get through the store. Go figure. (He was, actually, kind of surprised Donnie didn't kill her the moment she touched his cigarette – those were not easy to find these days.)

He rolled his eyes as he put the cap on his pudding and shoved it in one of the large pockets on his cargo pants before grabbing his knife. He leaned over the fallen shelving, shoving the blade deep into the four zombies skulls. Yeah, technically the Runner's were a bigger threat, but Oliver learned the hard way not to leave any of them kicking.

They all had.

For whatever reason, at some point, Urainie had elected herself leader of their band of misfit survivers. Which was fine – Oliver didn't care, usually she made good calls. The annoying thing was her intense need to protect everyone.

It was going to get her killed one day.

Oliver did a quick head count in his mind as Urainie pushed the boys towards the back of the store. Three of them were here, three of them should be either at or close to the warehouse, Manny was nearby but if he got into any trouble he would most likely get his way out (lord knew how), and Anubis (wherever he was) would be fine.

They literally had nothing to worry about except for the impending doom of twenty or so Runners, and...well, Urainie, despite her hero-complex she probably needed saving herself. The girl had obviously taken a fall or something, if the blood was anything to account for. And he was willing to bet her head was pounding like a motherfucker.

The plan came pretty quickly and Oliver jogged to the back of the building, scanning the alcohol shelves until he found what he was looking for. Tequila. Bless whoever hadn't already raided the store.

He swiped the bottle down, skipped a few aisles until he found the work rags and jerked one out of the packaging, then ripped of the bottle's lid and shoved the cotton inside. Back to his group and he basically assaulted Donatello because he knew where the kid kept his lighters. (Any other time Oliver would have loved the chance to get his hands all up on that – now if the zombies didn't kill him, Donnie probably would. Probably).

“Burn, baby, burn,” Oliver muttered, flicking the lighter on and waiting until the end of the rag caught fire. As luck would have it, that was also about the time the glass doors gave way. He tossed the lighter back to Donnie, pushed himself in front of Urainie, and threw.

Glass hit the ground, shattered, and then there was suddenly fire everywhere. “Ha!” Oliver jumped in the air, fist pumped, and then grinned as the zombies tried (and failed) to walk through the wall of fire.

Here was where his plan obviously failed. Zombies didn't care about shit – they would walk through fire, no problem, it wasn't like it hurt them. The upside was that they still burned, and usually quickly (and, zombies as a general species were fairly dumb, they got distracted by flames like a blonde got distracted by shiny things). The downside was that they would keep moving until they couldn't anymore...and a flammable zombie was a little more scary than a nonflammable zombie.

They needed to put some distance between them. Fast.

“Run,” he mentioned, and then twisted around on his heels and took off for the back exit.