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located in Home, a part of Cold Blooded, one of the many universes on RPG.

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No one has any idea where anyone or anything thing really is. It's a mad house of death and gore.

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Character Portrait: Remedie Harper Character Portrait: Naomi Taylor
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Remedie nodded when Naomi asked if she was okay. "I'll survive for now, but I'm going to be a bit slow with running," Remedie informed before starting to follow the group, who was already heading out. She was still unsure of them, but figured that if Naomi chose to trust them, then she needs to trust them. They went upstairs, and to the roof. The wind was crazy loud, seeing as they were a good 15 stories up, but even over the wind you could slightly heard the groans of the zombies.

Remedie pursed her lips as she followed the group to the edge of the roof, which had a few boards on the edge, making a bridge to the slightly-out-of-jumping-distance building next to them. Remedie clenched her jaw as she followed Foster up onto the bridge, the Hispanic girl helping her up. She mumbled a thanks before continuing on, glancing back at Naomi to make sure if she was okay. Content when she saw her on the bridge as well, Remedie hurried across, hopping down carefully, but quickly. After traveling across a few more buildings the group went down a stairwell that looked like it belonged to a old hotel. They went down multiple flights of stairs until they reached the ground floor. Going into the old, dusty abandoned lobby the group hurried out the back door, through the workers lounge, and out the back door. There were no zombies, surprisingly.

Instead of zombies there was a large truck, that looked like it was once a moving van. Remedies eyebrow raised, but she didn't say anything as Foster fished some keys out of his pocket. "Remedie, want to ride up front with me, seeing as you're hurt?" Foster asked. He looked genuinely concerned, actually. Remedie frowned a bit, glancing back at Naomi before nodding her head. "Sure... We have a dog with us, though, and our own truck... I can direct to to where it is, and then we'll follow you to the apartment complex in the truck," Remedie said. Foster nodded, and went to the driverside door, the rest of the group going to the back, opening it up. Remedie hopped into the passenger seat, gingerly sliding into it. The back of the cab had a window, so that you could see the group in the back, sitting on make-shift benches. Foster stared the van, and once everyone was in, and the door was closed, drove off.



It's no problem! I understand you're busy, so I'm not holding you against your will to post every day xD. If you find something wrong with the RP, tell me, or if you're just no longer interested tell me, I'll understand. I just don't wanna sit here waiting for you to post, and it turns out you left the RP because you got bored or something.