Rose Rennalds's Story

"There's only five rooms I'd like for people to be set up in; I'm alright with 'em anywhere in the house except my room and the basement," Daniel quickly replied. "You got it?" Chassie lifted herself up from her seated position, dipping her head before looking back to John. "Do you think you get everyone who's not inside to meet up in the house for me?" She asked him before walking into the house.


Eventually the living quarters was filled with several survivors, Chassie preforming a silent head-count in the middle of the room. Twelve people when she included herself, and Daniel wouldn't need to be assigned anything as he stated earlier that no one would be located to his personal quarters. "Alright!" Chassie exclaimed as she clapped her hands together. "We got six girls and six guys with only five rooms available." After a moment of thoughtful silence, her hands clapped down on her waist and a smile touched her lips. "Alright. So, as I am unaware of how well acquainted everyone in the group is, please feel free to form groups of three with who you'd prefer. There will be one group with only two people, they'll get the smallest room. Who gets the bed or whatever- that's up to your group to decide."
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After the groups finished assembling, Chassie motioned to the kitchen with one hand. "Daniel will be preparing dinner. In the mean-time you can gather your stuff and I'll show everyone to your rooms." A second went by before Chassie realized her lack of introduction. "Oh- and my name's Chassie, by the way."

((Sorry if it's a mess. xD))

Rose:
She stood near Kira who was holding a weakening Oswin. the girl was maybe nine or ten, only a few years younger than herself, but the way Kira was holding her was like a mother holding a sick toddler. Her skin was pale, almost completely grey white, and there were dark bruises forming under her eyes. She could already pick up Oswin was infected, even if no one had said it out right. It wouldn't be long before the girl was changed. She had no idea where Oswin had been infected, but it must have been more than a day since and she hadn't seen an infection last more than two days in a body before taking hold. She looked away not wanting to see the small girl's deteriorating body and instead saw the wild eyes of Patrick. The way his skin was flushed she knew he had recently been scared of something, but he wasn't anymore by the looks of it. However he seemed completely bothered, and in the short time she'd gotten to know him she'd seen some changes. He was angry. Even as she looked at others around the room their faces weren't as cheery as they were since she first saw them back at the military base before the old bandits came. She felt suddenly uncomfortable in a group this large and with so many faces she didn't even recognize. She hadn't even had much time to get to know the large man before John had told them of his death.
She crossed her arms over her chest and then looked down to see the Kitten snuggled at her feet. She lifted it and carried it to Patrick, hoping to bring some calmness back to him. She then thought it was silly that she, the girl who just lost a twin, was comforting another. A very faint smile touched her lips.
She listened then as Chassie gathered everyone's attention and then began to explain the sleeping arrangements. It wasn't till the older woman mentioned food that her ears perked up and her mouth watered. The last thing she had to eat were crackers from a vending machine. And since then.... who knew?

Patrick saw Rose bring the kitten to him. He had completely forgotten about it for a second and he felt bad. It could have died withh all of the monsters around. At the same time, though, it seemed strange to him that Rose would be trying to comfort him. For one thing he was happy and for another thing she needed comfort a lot more than he did. He then noticed that she had smiled. It was the first time he had seen her smile since Skylar died. He smiled back at her and took the kitten, making sure not to touch it with the part of his jacket that had been bitten. It still probably had some saliva on it. He would have gotten rid of the jacket, but it saved his life, or his arm at the very least.
"So there's still nothing you need?" he asked, not knowing what he meant exactly by need. Rose needed not to be constantly hunted by undead and she needed to have more nutritional food and you could argue that she needed her sister back.
Someone who he didn't recognize announced that the room situation and that dinner would be made. The room situation would probably just sort itself out and he would go with whoever picked him. Dinner sounded good after the last thing he had eaten was one can of fruit in the morning. He was starving in both sense of the term.

Rose:
She shook her head at his offer but then smiled.
''I'm good. Thank you. What about you?" she asked then looked down at his torn jacket and raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe we could find you another jacket?" she asked. She also didn't really care who she would be bunking with and really did it matter? She noticed everyone was extremely tired and probably wouldn't care if they had to sleep in a dumpster for the night. As long as they were safe from the walking corpses.

Patrick laughed and shook his head after Rose has asked him if he had needed anything. It would have been incredibly unfair to ask anything out of her and he had been trying to impress her anyway.

"Nah, I just got bitten by a zombie," he said casually and waited a few seconds before speaking again. "But it didn't go all the way through," he said while taking off his jacket to show her his unbitten arm. "See?" She was probably right about the jacket, though. It couldn't hurt to get a new one if they found one, but there was no way he would want to be without a jacket. Even in the heat of summer.

Luna:
She was glad to get away from the creepiness. The bad energy coming off the supplies was putting her on edge, and she was still a little on edge about Patrick too. She flicked the ash of her cigaret out the window in the small bedroom before settling herself down in the window sill, one leg out and one leg in. She turned her attention to Tallara.
"What's up?" she asked and Tallara quietly shut the door and sat herself down by her supplies.
"So," She began. "You know how I chose Denver to be the next destination, right?" She slipped her legs under each other, crossing them. "It may be a gold-mine, but there's something specific. Its my dad- he lives in Durango and I have no doubt that he's still there and alive. I'm a lot like him- stubborn and determined. No way would he let a load of Infected get to him." She slid the backpack into he lap, unzipping it to take out the map she'd "borrowed" from the group. Luna knew she probably stole it but hey? Who was she to judge? She was a gypsy and gypsy's were known thieves. Luna leaned over to see it more and on it Tallara made a needle-size hole. "He lives around there. If we find him, he has a gun collection and food storage to feed five people for months."
She blinked up at Tallara a little excited at the news and also smiled at the fact that Tallara was showing that she still cared for some things. Other than killing the dead that is.
"When we get there, I'm splitting for a little bit to find him. But I don't want to go alone." she spoke to Luna and the blonde girl leaned back against the open window sill. She pondered her implied question. Oswin would be dead soon, she wasn't going to try and pretend she wasn't, and lately she'd been feeling used. Even by John. She would love to travel with Tallara and was a little excited on the thought of going off to explore and find her father.
Then she felt the cool metal of the crescent moon necklace that lay between her collar bone. She touched it and ran her thumb over it.
"Of course I would come with you, but... what about John? Do you think he would come with us?" she didn't yet understand yet but she was growing close to John too. Maybe a bit more than Tallara. She shook her head. What was she thinking.
"I'm sure he'd want to stay here with the group... but I would love to come with you." Luna decided and grinned towards her.

Rose:
She needed air then. Seeing Oswin pale and Zach loosing his mind possible along with the company of so many strangers in a strange house without her sister was making her feel a bit claustrophobic.
"Want to go sit on the porch?" she asked Patrick seeing that he too was a bit on his own. All the adults were making plans and decisions and here they were, "the kids", just standing to the side waiting for someone to direct them to their next task.
She didn't wait to see if Patrick agreed and opened the creaking screen door to the outside. She was immediately greeted with a late night summer breeze. She could smell the fall getting near and in the distance the thunder clouds were indecisive on weather they should leave or come back, but for now the sky was a bit clear and the sun was casting a beautiful sun set against the gas filled air, turning the clouds pinks and oranges and purples. She sat down on the pealing paint of the porch steps and let out a long breath.

Rose asked Patrick if he wanted to go out on the porch with her. He nodded and let the kitten down to wander around the house before following her outside. It was a beautiful evening, but he had already seen that on his walk. He crossed his arms and leaned against a post while looking out at the surrounding. After leaving the large group became a possibility, he had been thinking of who would leave with him. Zach and Kira, obviously, and he wanted Rose to come, but besides that he wasn't sure. The others were nice excluding a couple of people, but he didn't know them all that well.

"Hey, don't tell anyone about this, but I might be leaving soon with Zach and Kira. Would you want to come with us if we left?"

Rose:
Her and Patrick sat there on the porch, as if it was just two teens enjoying the end of a summer day. The lightning bugs were coming out and she didn't see any dead in the direction she was looking, which was away from the pile of rotting dead corpses they'd killed off by the gate. For a moment she could forget everything. She could forget the bombing of the cities, the dead rising, crazy bandits, cannibalistic crazy people, death, and even her sister. She smiled a little and picked at some cracked paint with a jagged nail.
It was Patrick's voice that brought her out of her fantasy land.
She looked over at him as he spoke of leaving with Zach and Kira.
"Would you want to come with us if we left?" he ask and she furrowed her brow. Would she? She hadn't yet really thought much about anything for the near future and suddenly all the events of the recent came crashing back. Her eyes darkened and she looked away.
"I don't know... to tell you the truth..." she stopped and her hands shook a little.
"I wasn't planning on living long enough to find out... Skylar's gone... what left is there?" she asked truthfully not looking to him. It had been all she could think about since she found out of Skylar's death. Or at least what she tried not to think about.

Patrick started to worry when Rose said she didn't know if she wanted to come with him. He was afraid that she was against the idea and would tell everyone, probably resulting in him getting in trouble. It seemed somewhat like betrayal to be leaving, but it was probably in everyone's best interest. Then, she spoke again.

"I wasn't planning on living long enough to find out... Skylar's gone... what left is there?"

He froze and stared at her. She was seriously thinking about killing herself. At least she seemed serious as far as he could tell.

"Whoa...wait, wait, wait...There's still stuff to live for. Skylar was a great person. I talked to her a little bit before what happened and I could tell, but she wasn't all that there is to life. There are a lot of people who died, but life still goes on. It's kind of cliche, but is that what Skylar would want? She cared about you as much as you cared about her and I don't think she would want you to throw the rest of your life away."

Rose:
She flinched at his mention of her sister.
"No she wouldn't, but what is the use of me here? I'm not going to slit my wrists or anything, but if I happened to be in a hoard of zombies maybe it would be easier to just get infected... or something." she thought about what she said and then just flipped her hand up to wipe away the conversation.
"Forget what I said." she sighed and then looked out at the lightning bugs again. A small smile came to her face.
"Ever caught fire flies before?" she said grinning and looked over at Patrick.

Kira:
She wiped her hand on a dish towel and excused herself from helping with dinner (I assume that someone's doing it XD idk) to go check on Zach. She opened the door to find him sleeping soundly. She smiled and sat on the bed next to him, wiping a blood stain from his cheek and then looking at the wound on his head. It wasn't that big, but it still looked pretty nasty. They would have to clean it later she decided.
She saw him flinching and tossing around a bit in his sleep and she took his hand in hers and urged him it was just a nightmare. His face had sweat on it and a tight pinched look even in his sleep. It must be a bad nightmare, she thought to herself.
Suddenly woke up breathing frantically. His eyes darted around the room and he hadn't yet noticed Kira sitting next to him.
"Oh god...it was just a nightmare...a fucking nightmare...maybe i am losing it." he spoke to himself as he looked to the door. Then he must have noticed her there because his eyes focused on Kira and she smiled reassuringly.
"It was just a dream Zach." She smiled at something else she knew would lighten his mood and spoke in a deeper country twang:
"Take it easy Dude," she spoke and then smiled, "I know that you will."

Patrick tried to think of what else to say to Rose. He decided that she was alright for the time-being and it seemed that there wasn't anything he could do to change her mind. At least she wasn't in any immediate danger, but he would have to keep an eye on her. He took the concerned look off of his face and smiled like nothing bad was going on.

"Of course I have. Not sure what we would catch them with, though..." He then remembered an empty jar of pickles in his backpack and took it out. The diet change after no new food was being made was funny. Seeing the empty jar reminded him of a day that he had eaten nothing but pickles. That was not something he had ever expected to do. "Here would this work?"

Rose:
She turned around and saw his carefree face which made her less agitated herself, and then she glanced down at the empty pickle jar and laughed.
"God I miss pickles." she said honestly and then laughed at how weird that sounded in a time and place like this. She nodded at his question if it would work as a catching device and then she was off. Snatching at any glowing thing that flew. Her sister used to get mad at Rose for tearing the butts off the fireflies when they were younger and using them as glow in the dark jewelry.

Patrick followed Rose's lead and got a few fireflies into the jar. He held it out for her to put her fireflies in.

"Actually you can still have them, I think. A jar of pickles will last for a year or two. It hasn't been that long...I think." Then, two things caught his eye. One of them was a zombie shambling off in the distance. It was slowly but surely making it's way toward them. It wasn't too dangerous, but it could get one of them if they just blew it off. The other thing he noticed was what looked to be a little shack out in forest by the farm. It was hard to tell, but he was certain that was what it was. He didn't feel like dealing with the zombie and he had been curious what those shacks that you sometimes see in the woods are like, so he decided to kill two birds with one stone. "Hey, you see that shack out there in the woods? Do you think there might be some cool stuff in it?"

Rose:
She was enjoying shaking the jar a bit now that it was full with a few fireflies when she heard Patricks voice and looked up.
"Hey, you see that shack out there in the woods? Do you think there might be some cool stuff in it?" she looked to where he was pointing and she spotted it in the distance. Along with a zombie slowly shambling in the distance.
"You think it has any pickles?" she asked him with a grin and tucked the jar under her arm, grabbed his hand, and she made her way to the barb wire fence.
"Let's go check it out." she decided and pulled down the sharp wire so he could step over. She would have to tell the owner of the farm that his fence needed tightening.

Patrick grinned widely when Rose grabbed his hand and he followed her up to the fence. He climbed over the fence after she held down the barbed wire and then did the same so she could get over. Once they were both over, he led her to where he saw the shack in the woods. After some walking, they reached it. It was a small, old-looking, wooden building. The first thing that he did was try the front door. He didn't expect to be able to get in that way, but surprisingly it was unlocked. Slowly and carefully, he opened the door and smiled at what he saw inside. A cot, some canned food, guns, and ammo. It was hard to tell though since it was dark. He walked inside and saw a hunting jacket hanging off of a coat-hanger. It would be a good replacement for his ripped one and it would look a lot less suspicious. He took off his jacket and started to walk over to get the other one when a creature he hadn't noticed slowly stood up in the corner of the shack. It looked disheveled, even for a zombie. It's clothes were dirty and it had a crazy-looking beard. He realized that it must have been a homeless person who had snuck into the shack or maybe just a crazy guy who lived in the woods. It started towards them even slower than the average zombie, but fell over. It must have been just sitting there doing nothing for a long time. Quickly, he went back outside, slammed the door, and leaned against it. He wasn't sure what to do. There were a lot of valuable things inside, but he didn't want to have to deal with the zombie even though it was slow and weak because he didn't want any more blood on his hands. The situation was relatively calm though since the the it wasn't really a threat.

"Any ideas on how to deal with Zombie McCrazybeard?"

((OOC: Yup not everyone knows.))

Rose:
She raised her eyebrow at Patrick when he quickly shut a door in the face of a hairy looking mountain man zombie.
"Well that was ruuude." she joked.
He leaned against it and asked: "Any ideas on how to deal with Zombie McCrazybeard?"
She tapped her chin and looked around before spotting a few large looking sticks that must have broken from a tree in a recent wind storm.
"I guess whack him with a stick?" she offered not knowing how many times they would have to hit the zombie before he died.

Luna:
She was watching the two teens enjoy themselves from her perch on the window sill when Tallara came to sit next to her, quilt in hand. They sat there for a bit, just enjoying the peace, even with one stupid looking zombie shambling towards a shed a bit away. The new guy Jack or something rather was sitting by himself on the porch.
"Say..." Tallara whispered, the warmth of her breath fogging the window. "You've been a bit agitated lately..." she turned her grey gaze toward Luna. "Is something wrong?"
Luna furrowed her brow and rested her forehead against the wavy glass.
"I don't know. I'm just a bit tired..." she spoke softly too.
"All this medical work and traveling and lack of food is really tiring me out. And I also feel like no one really appreciates what I do for them... as if they just expect me to tend to them. Like it's my job instead of hospitality." she looked back at Tallara, twisting her white blonde hair around her finger. It was becoming very greasy and tangled and in some spots a baby dread was beginning to form. She was going to have to do something about this mess of her hair soon.
"What about you? How you feelin?" she asked the other woman seeing that she too seemed quite disheveled from days of travel and grime.
It was then that she heard a soft knock at the door and John's voice.
"Come in." she said, staying seated in her spot next to Tallara.
She looked back out the window and absently touched the necklace he'd given her.

Kira:
When he said he loved her she ducked her head and smiled, hugging him back.
"Love you too."
After a long hug they sat back and she sighed. Feeling rested at last.
"We'll just have to find a way to deal with it...the stress." he offered and she nodded in agreement.
"Maybe Daniel will put us to work and soon we'll forget all about the walkers." she said and then began to ramble on about all the possibilities that they could be set to work with.

Patrick shook his head at Rose and laughed. He didn't want to tell her, but it was sort of a dumb idea. It would have taken forever to cave its head in and it would put them in the zombie's grabbing distance. He figured out on his own what to do. He opened the door and the zombie, which had been leaning on the door, fell on its face. It got up and shuffled after him as he walked away. Once they were both far enough away from the door, he ran past the zombie and pulled Rose into the shack before slamming the door again. There was a window that they would be able to get out of when they left. He switched out his torn jacket for the hunting one and surveyed the shack. All of its supplies would be very useful.

"Everyone at the farm is going to love us for this. Look at all of the food and weapons! Maybe we won't be the useless kids anymore, huh? No pickles though, sorry."

((OOC: Ahh. Have on some Alice in Chains and I am ready to let my writers juices fly.))

Kira:
"Yes." she agreed softly and gazed out at the darkness that was growing. Clouds blocked the moon so that it was a bit darker than normal, but it didn't scare her. Something about being around a whole group of survivors and in a peaceful farm was making her forget of her fear of the dark and of the undead that must be lurking nearby for the smell of fresh human flesh to come near.
She felt Zach's hand in hers and looked over at him.
"We went from being complete strangers...to this." he said with a smile and she smiled back, but then looked away with a sigh.
"Oswin is sick. I'm not sure if she's infected or what but she's dying. Luna told me... it won't be long." she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Luna:
She was happy at Tallara's mention of shopping and didn't even want to look down at her dress, which was ripped and bloodied in some very awkward places. John entered the small room and she looked him up and down noting all his bruises and cuts. She winced and waited to hear him ask for her assistance what again, but he didn't.
"I feel like I've been way too reliant on you and the others since I found you guys. Mainly you though since you're the doctor and all. Anyways I wanna start carrying my own weight and helping you guys out more. Now I don't know too much about medicine or anything to do with medical stuff at all really. I can cook and garden pretty good which may sound weird coming from a guy, but Jane and I took some classes together for both of those a couple weeks before the shit hit the fan. Anything you guys need just tell me." he spoke quickly as if it was something he'd been wanting to say. He directed the last part to Tallara. Luna smiled then. It was as if he'd read her mind.
She got up then and wrapped her arms around him, then stepping back she looked to Tallara, then back to John.
"We're thinking of leaving. Tallara needs help with some personal matters, and I want to go with her... will you come with us?" she asked with wide eyes, not sure of the answer. She was quite close to these two people, maybe not as close as Zach's group is to each other, but close enough to know you want to be around each other through thick and thin.

Rose:
She pressed her ear and laughed at the sound of the undead's grunts as he tried to get his uncoordinated self in through a closed door.
"Everyone at the farm is going to love us for this. Look at all of the food and weapons! Maybe we won't be the useless kids anymore, huh? No pickles though, sorry." Patrick's voice was heard from behind her and she turned, for the first time seeing the inside, and her eyes grew wide. This was definitely supplies they needed. The hairy guy must have been a hunter and he'd brought supplies to last him. Who knew these guys would be helpful during a zombie apocalypse.
She found a stack of canned goods, mostly baked or pork and beans. A few packets of bad hotdogs lay in the corner by it all, but the rest of the food looked good.
She lifted a bottle of vodka and grinned mischievously back at Patrick.

Patrick looked at the vodka and cringed. He had a few sips of alcohol before and they were all nasty and bitter. Vodka would probably be even worse. Still though, he wanted to impress her so he snatched the bottle and slammed some vodka. Strangely enough it was at the same time that not too far away, Jamie was doing the exact same thing with a can of a soda that wasn't good enough to be drunk by pretty much anyone except for fans of bands who ramble about "miracles" that can easily be explained by science. A nasty taste filled his mouth and not long after his throat burned like hell. For a moment he thought he was about to vomit, but he was able to keep it down. He grinned and handed Rose the bottle.

"That was great! Bet you're glad I didn't like it less or I would have thrown up and gotten my mouth all nasty." He decided to take the same approach to love as he did insults; clear enough that you could get the message, but vague enough that he could deny it if someone called him out for it.

((OOC: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been posting a lot. Been helpin my boyfriend out with his band. They won the Metal Wars last night btw! It was fuckin awesome. If you want to hear them go on Spotify and search up "Haunting Skies" and listen to their newest CD "Premonition" ^-^ ))

Kira:
She had made her way down the stares to check on Oswin and saw her laying back on the couch a bit, her face pale and clammy. The girl must have been too week to move because any other nine or ten year old would have gone off exploring the new surroundings, but this one just limply lay on the couch.
She sat next to Oswin and smiled, but it was as if the girl couldn't see Kira at all. She just stared blankly ahead. Kira felt her cheek and it was very cold but sweaty as if she were burning up. Her breathing was coming out quick. Kira winced and wrapped her arm around the child, bringing her to lay in her lap, head against her chest and eyes closing with drowsiness. It wouldn't be long at all. She didn't think the girl was going to make it through the night.

Rose:
She shook her head with a grin at Patrick's cockiness and took the bottle of alcohol from him. She also tried not to think to much about his flirtatious comment. It was too soon after her sisters death. She looked away for a moment and stared blankly at a wall, but then shook her head and took a swig of vodka. She then tucked it under her arm. Before the apocalypse any teen would have kept that bottle, but she didn't think she should be gettin drunk at the moment. She would have to offer it to Daniel as a peace offering.
She began loading one of the camo backpacks with as much supplies as they could carry.
"We should be getting back. I thought I heard some shouting." she said having noted Jake's and Zach's voice a few second before. She didn't think it was another pack of zombies, because why would they be shouting at them?

Luna:
She took the scrap gently and tucked it in her sock in her boot. Her grandmother had always told her to keep the most valuable things in your shoes. Then you would never lose them, and they would guide you forward.
She didn't mind where she was going to sleep and gave a pitying look towards Tallara and her shoulder. She rifled through her bag and noted she had a few pain killers. She tossed them to her.

((OOC: Sorry it's short XD I want to write, it's just this one was a bit difficult since I hadn't for a few days.))