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Emery Harlow

Don't take this personally but, I really don't like you.

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a character in “Contained”, as played by skindeep

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Name:Emery Venice Harlow
"Call me Emrey, not Em got it."

Gender:Female
"I don't have a dick if that's what your asking."

Age: 17
"I don't see why age matters it's a damn number."

Weapon: Pistol
"Guns are a simple device kind of like boys. There's not much to them."

Personality

"I don't give a fuck what you think. I'm not perfect and neither are you."

She's a hard ass, she doesn't like to be told what to do. She has a do it yourseld kind of attitude. She'll safe anyone but don't expect her to stay around and be your bodyguard. She has a high pain tolerance.

History

"Stop crying I assure you someone has it way worse then you. Everything that I've been through has only made that much stronger"

She was raised with an abusive father and a step-mother who was always drunk or on drugs, she found herself sleeping on the streets most nights and only going home when she had to get dressed for school. She would tell her step brother she was fine, and nothing was ever wrong. She hates when he worries. She didn't do great in school but she really didn't care. She spent most of her time teacing herself to use a gun she had stole from her dad and getting into fights with anyone who wanted to challenge her. The day of the outbreak she choose not to go to school and was slightly confused when everyone started to flee, though she stayed safely hidden until she found out what was going on. She stocked up on ammo and quite enjoys the new town she lives in.

So begins...

Emery Harlow's Story

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Her forest green eyes focused on the military soldiers on the other side of the glass dome that covered the entire city and your thinking how come she doesn’t just shot through it it’s only glass right. Yeah, you think our government is that stupid? The soldiers didn’t bother to look at her, as if she was a homeless person begging for money and you just roll your window up as you’re sitting in your car and look straight ahead. They ignored the town completely as if there was nothing there. She let out a frustrated breath. It had only been two weeks since the virus took hold off the city. Everyone mostly stayed hidden now, of course if they weren’t already dead or infected. She turned around to face the city her back turned to the soldiers now as she looked straight ahead searching the main street of the city, which looked more like a ghost town that had burned down years ago. “It’s too quiet” she mumbled to herself as she started walking into the downtown part of the city which was probably the stupidest thing she could do, but in all honesty she didn’t have fear. She had killed a few of the infected, and she would do it again if she had to. She was going to do whatever she had to do to survive. “Hey princess shouldn’t be out here alone.” She stood frozen as she looked at the only man she really feared. The red bumps covering his skin and dried blood crusted around his eyes. Dried crimson blood covered his cloths no doubt the blood of others he had killed. “Dad” she whispered as her breathing picked up a bit. She hadn’t seen him in close to three weeks having not been home when the outbreak happened they had been separated which she was grateful for. She reached for her gun “What are you going to do with that…shot me” he smirked darkly. She held it with two hands as she pointed it at his head. “don’t…come any closer!” she yelled. He may have been abusive and a horrible excuse for a father, but he was still her dad.

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He wasn’t exactly happy about being with the group, but in the same sense he was kind of content, besides the feeling of helplessness that kept eating at the pit o his stomach that he had no clue where his sister was and it was killing him. He sighed as he leaned against one on the shelves of the hardware store that the group had taken refuge in for the night. Not that it was night yet but the sun was close to setting and they knew things got worse at night. They could at least walk around running into two maybe three of the infected during the day, but the infected knew people were more helpless at night they could catch them off guard. He ran a hand through his hair absentmindedly “Here why don’t you use my back pack” he said handing his black back pack to Jane, he had become quite protective of her, he wasn’t sure why but he had a good feeling it had something to do with the fact she reminded him a bit of Emery, and if he couldn’t protect his sister he would protect Jane, though most the time he did it without thinking. “I’ll keep watch tonight” he offered to the others.

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“Emery…come, see daddy” he smirked as he held up an axe drenched in dry blood. Tears rimmed her dark green eyes as she tried to build up the courage to pull the trigger. Why is this so damn hard just doing! She thought, it hadn’t been a problem with any of the other infected she had pulled the trigger and never thought twice. She frowned as she hesitated to pull the trigger seeing him get closer. She took a deep breath aiming the gun as she pulled the trigger the bullet leaving the barrel of the gun and going straight through the skull of her father. Blood and brain matter leaving the hole at the back of his head where the bullet had exited as her father’s now lifeless body fell to the ground. The tears now burning down her cheeks, she stood frozen for a moment, until a blood curdling scream brought her from her shock. She had to get inside and quick she could see a woman being attacked in the distance and she would have helped if it hadn’t already been too late, she had already been exposed to the Black Death if the infected attacking her didn’t killer her she would soon be one of them. The nearest building was the Tavern that her father spent a good amount of his time at, mostly because he was good friends with the owner. She ran to the front door though it was locked she kicked as hard as she could a few times, before the door finally gave in, being an old door anyways. She ran in shutting the half hinged door best she could, breating heavily as she slid down the length of it.

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Razor looked at the table to his left with several cans of food as well as other kind of food he had looted in his last raid, bottles of alcohol, packets of smoke and shotgun rounds. Everything a man needs to survive the apocalypse. He also had a radio that didn't work since no one broadcasted anymore. Well if Razor could find a few CD's or something he'd be set for life. His gaze wandered to the radio and he started playing with it's buttons. Hell some good old Rock 'n' Roll would make his day.

'' You god damned piece of shit!'' He roared and flung it into the wall, the sound of it breaking and hitting the floor made him smirk. Then he cursed, now he had nothing to be angry at except the Infected when they came by. He put out his cigarette and opened a bag of chips, took a handful and stuffed it in his mouth before wiping his hand on his trousers. It tasted a lot better then that canned shit. Who ate that anyway?

His eyes wandered over to the corpse of the last sorry Infected who came bursting through the door. It was laying a few feet away from the door on it's right, most of it's head was missing. Charming.

'' You're going to start smelling soon my friend.. But I ain't dragging you out untill tomorrow.. Or the day after, who cares you're a fucking corpse anyway!'' He finished his sentance by throwing an empty can of soup at the corpse. It made a ''thunk'' noice as it bounced of it's torso. To be honest it didn't just smell a little bad, it smelled so freaking bad, Jesus. But dragging it out now when he knew there was some Blood Heads around would probably make him ending up as his friend over there or worse.

His rant was interupted by someone almost kicking the door in, slamming it behind them and sinking to the floor. Without noticing Razor with a itchy trigger finger. Before the girl could catch her breath he made his presence known by a load cough and the gun pointed right at her stumach. With survivors it was no good to threaten them with a clean headshoot and quick death... No it was the fact that it could take them hours to bleed out and have the Infected have their fun with their dying bodies that scared most Survivors.

'' Don't move or I'll fill that belly of yours with a hail of lead.. Now put the safety on your little toy there and slide it over here... Slowly. I won't hesitate to blow a hole in your gut and throw you outside you hear?'' He gave her a cold smile as his eyes scanned her.

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Emery looked to the man threatening her not at all scared of him, instead fearlessly pointed the gun at him “Fuck you asshole, no way in hell am I giving this up and I will just as easily shoot you” she smirked a bit “Ooo…so scary like I haven’t been in this situation more than once” she rolled her eyes a bit. “This is what’s going to happen big man” she taunted him a bit “YOU’RE going to put your little toy on safety and slide it to me” she said slowly as if he was stupid “Cause I have no problem shooting your big dumb ass and leaving you here to die” she said in a serious tone, before sighing a bit rolling her eyes knowing he wasn’t going to give in able to tell by his posture “Fine. Why don’t we call a truce, will both put are guns down…you let me stay her tonight…you won’t even know I’m here and I’ll be out before you wake up.” She said in a calmer tone.

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Razor was close to pulling the trigger to shut that bitch up. Hell who did she think she was? A girl that probably spent her life like a barbie doll and now is the ultimate survivor? He smiled at her, he'd show her.

'' Alright.. Easy now, you've got balls and I agree. Let's put our weapons down and everything will be fine.'' He said and put the safety on but kept the gun raised to be able to quickly turn off the safety and fill her with lead in case she decided to betray him. Not that she would, she might be tough but he doubted it was easy for her to kill an innocent. Not that he was that innocent really but that was something she didn't need to know untill he had disarmed her and gotten himself an extra gun.. for safety of course.

'' You look cute when you try to be a badass now put the safety on and I'll let you stay here, even give you some food alright?'' He said with a calm soothing voice as he took a few steps forward.