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Jesse Youn

"We'll get out of this alive, no biggie."

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a character in “Virus”, originally authored by confidence, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name: Jesse Youn.

Nickname: There's not a lot of nicknames you can give to Jesse. You're welcome to try, though!

Age: Twenty.

Gender: I'm male, through and through.

Role: Thank God, I'm immune. I'll never stop thanking the gods for that.

Physical Description I'm a decent-looking guy. My hair's brown, and so are my eyes. Well, my eyes are a little darker than my hair. They're a lot darker, actually, but in the light, you can see the brown, and a few golden tints. I am the typical Asian boy, with 'yellow' skin, and the typical hairstyle. The one thing that separates me from other Asians is my height. I stand at 6'2, a height that doesn't seem so startling until I stand in front of you. I look tall too, with a long, lean figure and legs that go on for miles. It sounds nice for a girl, but I'm a guy. Because my figure is a little feminine at times (my hands are extremely pretty, you wouldn't believe it), I work hard to gain muscle mass. They don't exactly bulge... They lie underneath the surface. And I can confidently say that my six pack is not 'my skinniness,' it's the product of a lot of hard work. I'm a lot stronger than I look, and anyone who thinks otherwise is bound to be proven wrong, in public. A lot of things about me (physically, at least) surprise people, besides my strength. Take, for example, my tattoos. I have two small ones: an eagle on my right shoulder, and a fish on my left shoulder. Sounds weird, right? Let me explain. Until I was twelve, I went to Sunday school every week. What stood out to me the most was the relationship between the sun and the sky. I liked how they were one, but God separated them to be separate. It became a personal mantra of mine: separate but equal. Not in the racist way! More like, we may be different, but we are one. The eagle represents the sky, and the fish represents the ocean. The one who wants to fly, and the one who stays below; the one chasing the sun, and the other content to remain beneath it. You can look down on other people as much as you want, but in the end, you are the same being.

Likes Dislikes
Long, meaningful conversations. Condescending people.
Sports. Being underestimated.
Exercising. People who run from the truth.
Surprising people, and being surprised. Judging/being judged.
Making people happy. Silence.

Personality: I've been told that I'm easy to like. I mean, I can see why - not to sound cocky, or anything. I'm just nice, and funny, and chivalrous. I was brought up with a strong sense of what a man should be: a strong, capable gentleman. I'm the guy who opens doors for strangers who are coming from ten feet away like an idiot. It's a habit I'm slowly breaking out of now, especially after Parker punched me in the gut for letting our safehouse at the time be ransacked by zombies because I opened the door for them out of habit. It sounds stupid, right? That's how deeply ingrained that behavior is in me. I'm usually not so foolish. I've always been smarter than most of the guys around me; maybe because I'm Asian. Regardless, I've always been clever, at the top of my class. In fact, I was valedictorian. I'm an overachiever too, I guess. I've always liked being brilliant, or at least the idea of being brilliant. Not so much to brag, but more as a quiet affirmation of my own worth. Otherwise, I'm confident, without being too conceited. I'm a bright child, with lit up eyes and a broad grin ready for every stranger, ready or not. Fun is something that I seek on a daily basis. I'm kind of a daydreamer, always with my head in the clouds, always off in some adventure in a faraway land. I try to be attentive and alert, but... well, I'm grateful for the people around me to do that for me sometimes. I try to be reliable and useful, but other than my physical aptitude and my brain, I'm not good for anything. Well, except for a good conversation. I think I was fit for the pre-virus days, when we would focus on each other and our relationships. I was great with people, and relationships, and bonding. But now it's about survival, and I've lived so comfortably that it's a little crazy to think about me being in this situation. Parker tells me I'm plenty useful, but if it wasn't for my genes, I wouldn't be here. But that's the insecurities talking. Other than that, I'm a good guy. Despite a few bouts of down-in-the-dumps moments, I'm a guy who can keep a conversation going and keep the atmosphere upbeat. I'm very open and honest, with nothing to hide. If anyone asked, I'd be willing to spill my entire guts out; but of course, no one really asks. It's usually me who does the asking and probing. Some guys think I'm a pussy, but I'm not. I'm as manly as the rest of them; I just like to talk to people sometimes. It's fun, to learn secrets about another. You see them in a whole new light, and I find that awesome. I'm easy to read, honestly. I don't mind often; who cares what people think of me? Who cares what they know? So what, I get sad sometimes. Get over it.

Weapons: I tend to use everything around me as a weapon. Like, a rock. Whatever I can find. I do carry a gun with me, I'm not a complete weirdo. My revolver's name is Waldo, because somehow I can never find it unless I absolutely need it. I can't help it, I'm forgetful! I have a baseball bat I carry around with me, and a pocketknife. Three weapons, and my surroundings - the best set I'm ever going to have for a long time, I'm guessing.

Inventory: This huge beast of a backpack I own holds everything I could ever need. Extra bullets, a blanket, a canteen, and a sleeping bag. There's a bit of food in there, things like granola bars, chips... simple junk food that I'm saving for a celebration of some sort. There's some money in there too; my mom probably stuffed that in without thinking when I wasn't looking. I have a small first-aids kit with the most basic things, but it's going to get us pretty far, I'm thinking. I don't know, my mom decided to pack this stuff; what were you expecting, condoms and drugs and beer?

Skills Weaknesses
Optimism. Lack of experience.
Cleverness/Quick-thinking. Will gladly get hurt to keep someone safe.
Brute strength/Size. Can get careless because of immunity.
Agility.
Flexibility.

History: Jung and Kia Youn are probably the strangest couple, ever. Kia is self-sufficient, smart, completely level-headed and cool. Jung, on the other hand, is always out of sorts, drunk or lying or shouting about something that pisses him off. He's a forceful guy, with strong ideas and an even stronger addiction to alcohol, and Kia... Well, I don't know why my mom married him. I think he was a charmer for the first couple of months, and after they actually got married, he began drinking. She always told me it was just him trying to cope with his ex-wife's death, but I think it was just him being bored. And after that, it escalated. My mom never minded, though. Instead, she began to direct all of her life towards me and her work. She was a scientist, you see. She was always stressed, so I never noticed any change in her behavior. Actually, she did start to get strange at one point. She began talking to herself and crying when she thought she was alone and making all these survival kits. I thought she was just freaking out about nothing, or being paranoid, or going through one of those womanly phases. I think I even credited it to her period at one point. But anyway, she was always the only one I cared about. My father, on the other hand... He was always lecturing me about what a man truly was. He emphasized brute strength, while my mother tried her hardest to instill a deep sense of integrity and character in me. Both of them won, actually. I became some weird hybrid of both, though I tended to lean towards my mom's teachings, just because I loved her more.

And I still love her, even though she was the one who dropped the damn virus. That's how she figured out she was immune. She freaked out after she dropped it, though, and started running. She told me later that it was stupid, but it was the first reaction she had. She ran to our home, and it took a good three hours before she realized she wasn't changing. At all. So she went out and found me sleeping. I bet she put her hand to her heart and began to breathe deeply, standing there and staring at me. She woke me up and began explaining everything to me. I nodded, being sleepy and in desperate need of a nap after a long day of studying for a test coming up in a few days. But then my dad came in, moaning and looking just terrible and ugly. It was disgusting, and I nearly vomited, but my mom jumped up and began to keep him away form me. Or try, at least. Then Parker came in, and started screaming, "What the hell is going on!?" Thank God it was only the beginning of the virus, before it began to spread through the air. She wasn't immune; that gene came from my mother, I suppose. Well, my mother screamed at me to grab Parker and go, so I did. I ran like hell. I grabbed her and ran until I felt we were safe. And after that, I began explaining. And she was pretty pissed at me for a good few days, but she forgave me when she realized she probably wasn't immune. Since then, we've been closer than ever. And we promised each other we would make it out alive, together.

So begins...

Jesse Youn's Story

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Character Portrait: William Bell Taylor Character Portrait: Alana Cain Character Portrait: Parker Youn Character Portrait: Suzie Taylor Character Portrait: Jesse Youn
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    Two figures. Two figures walked along a narrow path, hidden from view, dark and weary and desolate; not too different from the rest of New York City, actually. The shorter figure, this one slimmer and moving at a creeping pace, led the way, while the other, with athletic build and a casual, confident swagger, followed. The two had been taking such routes for the past month; they chose to travel through the places few would dare venture and explore, the places narrow and difficult to tread through. It had been one month since the virus was dropped. One month since all of civilization had fallen on its knees in a matter of days, hours, minutes. One month since the two were completely alone. The inflicted, the diseased, and the damned were roaming the earth and were on the lookout for people like them: healthy, vibrant, alive. But these two refused to give in, and had decided to play it safe. They tried to stay hidden, undercover. The two figures were paranoid, careful, cautious...

    "Parker, we are walking way too slow," the following figure complained.

    Well, one of them was, at least.

    Parker turned harshly, her eyes aflame. She had been traveling with her younger brother for a month, and already she was getting annoyed. After all, she was doing this for him. He was immune; all he had to do was make sure he didn't get torn apart by the infected. But they were family, and she wasn't going to abandon him. So why was he complaining? Wasn't she doing everything she could for him? She was only trying to keep them safe. She was exhausted, and yes, she was walking slow, but what choice did they have? With each step, Parker searched for dangers, for tiny signs and flashes and hints of their demise. And their demise, she was sure, was coming soon. It just couldn't be possible to come out of this hell-hole alive. But she would try. For Jesse.

    "I'm tired too," she said quietly, her voice even and calm; a sure sign of danger... a warning of the temper that was rising to the surface. "I'm. Tired. Too," she repeated insistingly, "but I'm doing this so you and I don't die. Understood?" Without waiting for a reply, Parker turned and returned to her creeping. She preferred to lurk in the shadows. That way, she wasn't so noticeable. Actually, even before the world fell apart, she had walked as if on a secret mission. Parker was simply prepared to face the worst.

    "Parker?" Jesse said. Something in his voice quickened Parker's heartbeat, but she didn't freeze. She kept on walking and nodded her head, signaling that she was listening. "I think..." Oh, hurry up, Jesse, Parker thought impatiently. "I think... they're near."

    "Oh, shit!" He didn't have to say who 'they' was referring to. Parker began to run, as fast as her legs could carry her. She was flying, the wind crashing against her face and her hair whipping her cheeks; the pain was so similar to pleasure, in the end. It was strange, because for the past month, she had been so bored. In her most secret moments, she had hoped for a little action, a little bit of excitement, a tiny encounter with a zombie. And here it had come, dropped right into her lap, and she was running like hell away from it. She was much too smart to wait around for zombies to get after them, for the sake of a little adrenaline. But still. Life without civilization was a little creepy. A little too quiet, for Parker's taste.

    She searched for a hide-out. Somewhere the two could stay until they were ready to venture out. She was so hungry, she knew she couldn't keep running for long. She ran, and ran, and ran, and finally saw an abandoned house. Or at least, she hoped it was abandoned. She signaled to Jesse to follow her, and ran into the safety of the new hide-out. Slamming the door shut, Parker leaned against it and began to breathe deeply, calming herself down. It was then that she realized Jesse was... laughing. He was bent over, his hands on his knees, and laughing so hard his whole body shook. She glared at him, and balled her hands into fists.

    "We could have died," she spat. "Or at least, I could have. Why. Are. You laughing?"

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    Okay, it was a little mean-spirited to pull such a prank on his sister. After all, she was right; she had done all of this so the two of them didn't have to be separated. But still, she had been walking so slow. Jesse couldn't stand being outside anymore. He hated being out in the open, on his toes at all times; there were too many unknowns, too many possibilities. At least if you were inside a house, like they were now, you could explore, know your options, knew what you had to work with and could actually do something if you were under attack. But Parker was exactly the opposite. She felt confined when she was under a roof, and thought there was so much more to work with outside.

    But that wasn't true. You could be trapped easily, especially if you were travelling like the two of them were. Alleys were not the best places to fight zombies, ever. You were trapped. She had just been walking so slow, and Jesse had wanted to be inside; was that a crime? Besides, the two of them were starving. If they had been ambushed, they would have no strength to keep themselves alive. Immunity wasn't worth anything if you weren't smart enough to keep your body intact. All immunity meant was being safe from becoming a zombie.

    She was angry at him; he could feel it, intense and white-hot with rage and accusations. She thought he wasn't taking this whole thing seriously enough, but Parker did that enough for the two of them. It was Parker's job to keep things light, to make her smile once in awhile. So he straightened and whipped his hands on his jeans, keeping a grin off his face. He didn't want her that furious when he was trying to apologize. Jesse shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged his shoulders. "You're going to hate me for this, sis. Permission to continue?"

    Parker nodded and crossed her arms, her chin jutting out as she waited for his answer. He could just feel the tension in the room, thick enough to slice through. He was tempted to try actually cutting through it with his finger, but decided against it; Parker could be scary when she was provoked. Jesse adjusted his posture before continuing. "There were no zombies. Before you say anything, you should know that-" Jesse was interrupted by a piercing scream, one that surprised both of them and made Parker grab for the doorknob. Potential/Building argument forgotten, Jesse grabbed her wrists and glared at her. "Let me check it out first." Before she could protest, he began to roam the house.

    It took a few minutes, but he found the source: a little girl, with another female and a... zombie. A zombie who was sitting close to her, as if he wasn't... you know, a zombie. Jesse stared for a few moments, unsure if this was really true. He cleared his throat and began to stammer, "Uh, I'm sorry but... I heard a scream and... I'm Jesse, and my sister Parker is at the door... And, uh..." Jesse looked, confused and a little desperate, to the zombie, and back at the little girl. "Are you two friends?"

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Character Portrait: William Bell Taylor Character Portrait: Alana Cain Character Portrait: Parker Youn Character Portrait: Suzie Taylor Character Portrait: Jesse Youn
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Suzie was relieved to see the girl put her knives back into her boots. At least she hadn’t freaked out in the first minute like most did when confronted by Will; or by anyone else for that matter. As Will backed up, she stood from her spot and backed up as well; still keeping an eye on the girl as she circled around and towards her knife. Even if the kid was being calmer now, that didn’t mean she was playing them just to get a better weapon.

Arms loosely to her side, Suzie made no move to stop her from picking up the long knife; and definitely no move to draw her own again. If she wanted to show they meant no harm, then she was going to have to give a little trust… And Will was far from untrusting as he bounced like an ape beside her. What did the kid have that he was so excited over? If it was her herself he would have already tried to pet her hair or something. It was when the girl gestured to her moving pocket that Suzie had a faint idea. And lo and behold, slowly lifting the mysterious thing out, there was a kitten. A furry, mewing, adorable kitten. Oh Lord, here we go.

She was already prepared for Will to go hysterical, but was still caught off balance by Will’s insistent tugging. “Yes, yes; I see. Bug.” Tone neutral she still gave a caring gaze to her brother’s excitement. Watching the kitten make it’s was to Will though, the caring gaze turned to one of utter shock. As Will happily petted and nuzzled the little furball, she finally paid notice to exactly what shape he was in, and what shape he was getting the kitten in with his bloody hands. “I’m am so sorry!” she told the girl, “I’ll get her cleaned off for you, he’s just a little excited.” Hands in the air as a sign of peace and apology, Suzie smiled and decided to trust the girl. If this kid was willing to let Will pet her kitty, and the fact she didn’t have her weapon up; she might actually be ok with her brother and her.

"I'm Alana. Thanks. For the help."

Suzie smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “No problem. I’m glad Will made it here in time. And if you want, I’ve got a first aid kit to fix up your arm here in a minute.” She offered before leaving Will to his fuzzy fix; Suzie started looking around the loft and spotted a bit of sunlight behind a box. With a last glance at the two she made her was over to the streak and pushed the box aside to reveal a window showing the front of the house where they had entered. Things still looked clear but... there further down the road was movement. A familiar saunter that made her heart rate pick up. They had made too much noise probably. Between the scream, the gunshots, Will; and now there was fresh bodies and blood to add the scent to the air. It was bound to happen that those things would notice if there were any near. Like a beacon of light to their mindless motives.

"Uh, I'm sorry but... I heard a scream and... I'm Jesse, and my sister Parker is at the door... And, uh..."

Suzie tensed at the new voice, quickly turning around to see a young man standing at the stairs. His gaze straying between her brother and the girl. Automatically her hand went to the knife at her belt, her jacket hiding the bloody blade from where she left the body in the front door. If this guy and his sister hadn’t let that scare them off, maybe they came in through the backdoor? About to step away from the window her eyes caught one last glance of red streaked across the ground, leading from the front door to a partly eaten body; one which looked rather familiar.

”Are you two friends?”

She didn’t really give the other girl time to answer as she walked over to her brother. “According to Will they are.” Grabbing the back of Will’s shirt, she could feel his muscles tense in his shoulders. He must not know whether to trust this guy or not either. Especially after what happened just a minute ago.

As much as she wanted to weigh their options on whether they could travel together, or go their separate ways, or what not; there was never anytime for anything. “Look, I know this might be a bit rushed, but I think we might want to get out of here.” She whispered to Alana. “You’re more than welcome to come with us.” Glancing over to the boy, she took a breath and decided to take a chance; if she was wrong she could just let Will loose to handle it. “And you might want to get your sister upstairs, I think we’ve got company coming and at least one close by.” There was no sense in saying what, it was a non-needed fact.

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Character Portrait: Amber Lynn White Character Portrait: William Bell Taylor Character Portrait: Alana Cain Character Portrait: Beck Curwin Character Portrait: Shayla Bones Character Portrait: Suzie Taylor
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Alana watched the zombie bounce around excitedly, changing Bug, over and over again, and silently, she wondered what it meant. Her eyes took him in, observing his body language, trying to get a read on him. Lannie was more of a watch-and-learn kind of girl. She rarely talked, preferring to observe, and when interaction was necessary, she used gestures to get her point across, unless it was either urgent or impossible. She talked so rarely, she'd had teachers and classmates in the past who'd thought she was mute or deaf. The only people she talked to regularly, were the people whom she'd let herself trust, after observing them for a while, and making sure they were safe, and this happened rarely. Especially in the apocalypse.

Alana watched Will's eyes widen in wonder, her big blue eyes searching his expertly for any form of aggression as he gestured wildly to his sister, trying to make her as excited as he was by the little bundle of fur affectionately rubbing his leg. With a gentleness that shocked Alana, he scooped Lulu up, and cuddled her close to his chest, sitting down Indian-style. She watched him stroke and nuzzle Lulu, in barely contained wonder. She hadn't thought the zombies were capable of anything other than aggression. Maybe he was different? Maybe there was still something human inside him? She sensed a harmlessness about him, despite the horrifying display she'd just seen, she discovered that she felt no fear of him. It seemed as though, as long as you were kind to him, he was kind back. In her head, she made a mental note never to make him angry, if she was going to stay with these two. Suddenly, she wondered if they would have her, because she all of a sudden, really just wanted human interaction again.

It would be unbelievably nice to have someone care whether she lived or died for once. To have support. She stood still as Will rummaged through her pockets, not minding in the least bit. It had been so long since she'd even been near another person that wasn't looking to kill her, and she wasn't about to do anything to jeopardize that, so she just stayed calm as he sat himself close to her as if he'd decided he liked her.

Lannie turned to the sister when she started apologizing for how Will was getting Lulu dirty, and she simply shrugged it off. She had water bottles to clean her later, and as long as Will liked Lulu, then she was safe. She didn't even mind that he hadn't given her back, and, instead, had plopped her in his pocket. She was much safer on the zombie, than on her. “No problem. I’m glad Will made it here in time. And if you want, I’ve got a first aid kit to fix up your arm here in a minute.” She said in her response to thanking them, and Alana shrugged again as if to say maybe later. She'd just taken a pain pill and changed the bandages. Plus, since she'd ransacked the hospital, she had more medical supplies than most survivors and didn't want to wast theirs. She even had meds for things that probably would never happen, but it seemed safe to grab anyway, like poison ivy ointment.

Alana watched her go to the window she'd covered up last night, so nothing on the street could see her light, and silently wondered if she saw anything.

"Uh, I'm sorry but... I heard a scream and... I'm Jesse, and my sister Parker is at the door... And, uh..." Lannie tensed as a voice interrupted her thoughts, and squeezed the handle of her knife, raising it to point at the guy that now stood at the loft steps, though not threateningly, just warning. Letting him know it was there. ”Are you two friends?” He glanced between her and Will, and Alana looked down at the zombie boy, then back at the human one, understanding his confusion. Well they'd saved her life so... Maybe they were friends? Lana certainly hoped so. If she had to go another day on her own, she'd be driven insane. She was the kind of person who craved human interaction and attention, despite the way she tended to keep quiet, she loved being around people. She preferred mental solitude, not physical solitude, and the last month had been extremely depressing.

“According to Will they are.” Suzie said before Alana even had time to really consider whether they were friends, and she looked at her, before back at Will, deciding. She stepped in front of him, so that her knife, and herself were between the two boys and nodded and shrugged.

“Look, I know this might be a bit rushed, but I think we might want to get out of here.” Suzie whispered to Alana, and Alana nodded, understanding, but also breathed a silent sigh of relief because she said we, including Alana. She was planning on taking her, not leaving her here alone. "You’re more than welcome to come with us.” She continued, offering the invitation to the boy too. “And you might want to get your sister upstairs, I think we've got company coming and at least one close by.”

Alana nodded, considering the boy. She hadn't really had time to get a read on him, and hadn't even seen his sister, but he hadn't outright attacked them like the other three survivors had, so maybe he was safe. Hopefully. Deciding that she didn't really have time to be picky, she dropped her knife by her side, though not putting it away. She never put it away. "I know a way out." She said very softly. She pointed with her knife to a T.V stand up against the opposite wall of the loft. The T.V was long gone, but the stand stood there, close to the corner, hiding the entrance to a back staircase that lead down to the back door, a glass sliding door that lead out into an alleyway. Seeing as the door was only glass, and it was easier to cover one entrance than two, Lana had used all of her strength to push the T.V stand over the door to the stairway so nothing could sneak up on her.

Hopefully the alley below was clear, and the people she'd suddenly decided to trust didn't turn out to be psychopaths.




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Shay could see the battle raging inside the girl as she decided whether or not she should trust her, and she didn't blame her. So she just shrugged when the girl coldly pushed away her thanks and started rummaging through the bodies of the two dead men for supplies. If she was in her place, Shay knew she wouldn't trust herself. But that may be because Shay just never trusted anybody. Or no. She trusted everyone. It was the devil inside of them she refused to trust. That potential. Hell, this girl had just saved her life, and yet Shay was still wary of her because of the fact that she'd killed a man without even a stutter. She had the potential for murder, meaning she had the potential to kill Shay too, if she had to. And it's not like Shay blamed her. She herself was a murder. She'd killed that man when, in all honestly, she probably didn't have to.

So she ignored the girl's distrust. The feeling was mutual, and, completely reasonable. Especially nowadays. Maybe back before the apocalypse, it might be normal to immediately trust a person who'd just saved your life, but, as previously stated, the definition of normal had been shot to hell the day they first dropped the virus.

Shay busied herself grabbing snacks and such as well, not bothering to make conversation, figuring that once they were done ransacking, they'd go their separate ways. She'd make the decision for the girl, and go with not trust. Not because she didn't like the girl. She seemed perfectly capable of taking care of herself, and Shay admired that in a person. It would just be easier, and less risky to split up. Besides her sister, Shay'd been going it on her own her entire life, making it easy for her to adjust to the solitude of the apocalypse. She'd already been cold and untrusting before the whole thing began, so it wasn't a huge leap. Besides the loss of her sister. That had been a huge blow.

"That thing isn't even a dog. That is a horse." The girl said, just noticing Stalker, and Shay laughed lightly, liking the sound of it, despite the fact that she'd already decided not to trust the girl.

She patted Stalker, and smiled. "Yeah, but he makes a good bodyguard." She said, before returning to her ransacking. Stalker, however, did not seem amused. He just let out a loud huff of breath, and lay down, placing his enormous head on his crossed front paws as he watched Shay lazily with blue eyes. A rare color for a dog.

"Names Amber. You can just call me Bambi though." The girl said, and Shay nodded. "Got the nickname from my dad and don't feel like losing it anytime soon."

Shay shrugged. "Sounds cool. It's not like I'm going to try and force you to change it." She said, figuring she wasn't going to even need to know her nickname, seeing as, once she left, she'd probably never see her again.

"Hey, uh, did I miss the party? I was just passing through and heard the noise. Need any help or should I just go before I end up chumming around with the corpses down there?" Shay looked up from her ransacking, hearing a voice. She peered over the rim of her sunglasses at the boy standing in the doorway, hands in the air, as a gesture of peace.

"No." She said, plainly with a shrug. "You missed the funeral." She glanced at the dead bodies, then at Bambi, before back at the boy. He seemed harmless enough. Nothing she couldn't handle. But then again, nowadays, you never knew. She herself was living proof that you never underestimate based on appearance, because, on the outside, she appears small, harmless, and innocent, while that couldn't be further from the truth.

Shay watched as Bambi's shoulders tensed up and she gripped her bow tightly. An obvious sign of distrust, and suspicion. While Shay was feeling the same things, but didn't seem to care. She stood relaxed, shifting through the things left on the shelves for something useful. As if he'd just walked in on nothing more than a couple of shoppers. As if this was her daily life. She hardly seemed to be paying attention to him, only half focused on his presence, the other half dedicated to her job of ransacking. However, this couldn't be further from the truth. That was only the outside. On the inside, she'd already noted all the escape routes, and looked him over for visible weapons, as well as places he could hide a weapon. On the inside, she was on high-alert. In response to his question, Shay merely shrugged, as if she didn't care what he did, though she knew she was going to decide against him, just as she had Bambi, and she figured Bambi would to. So she dropped her bag, crouched and started packing her things, paying him very little attention. "What's your name?"

Bambi's voice made her pause, and Shay looked up, halted in what she was doing, as she looked the girl over, watching her untense, obviously deciding, though with hesitation, to trust him. Shay raised an eyebrow and lowered her sunglasses to look at him over their rim. There was nothing exceptional about him that screamed trust me! Then again, for Shay, that never happened with anyone anyway. She could practically see Bambi's desicion to give her and the guy a shot, and Shay sighed, standing, she wiped her hands on her jeans and crossed her arms over her chest, considering him as she chewed on her cheek, eyes narrowed suspiciously behind dark shades.

"I'm Shay." She said with a shrug, deciding to maybe give them a shot. For the time being anyway.

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Will was content at the moment, sitting beside his and Suzie's new friend while he looked at the wriggling kitten in his pocket. Footsteps caused him to jerk his head towards the entrance to the loft and the sight of another man there caused the previously calm zombie to tense once more. His muscles bunched and a deep growl emanated from his throat. He put a hand over the chest pocket to protect Lulu and moved in front of Alana and Suzie, beginning to rise to his feet to protect them when Suzie grabbed his shirt collar. Will knew it was a signal to stay put so he sat back down on his haunches but still kept a wary eye on the man. Suddenly the small girl moved to stand between him and the stranger; holding her knife out protectively. Will cocked his head as he watched this display, recognizing the act as Suzie had done similar things many times before. Alana was acting like his sister too.

Will didn't have much longer to think this over as Suzie began talking about leaving, her voice sounded as if she was scared or worried which meant bad things. Once he actually listened he could hear the approaching groans of the undead and reaching back he pulled Suzie's hand away from his collar and crawled to the window to look out. He could see them and although they didn't mean danger for him, he knew it meant danger for Suzie and Alana. Moving quickly, he took Lulu out of his pocket and returned her to Alana before making his way to the attacker he'd bitten on the neck. He sniffed the man over like a predator looking over prey and realized he was still barely alive. Will then hefted the man over his shoulder, made his way to the window, shimmied out and onto the roof.

He watched for a few moments as the fairly large horde continued to draw near and despite the fact that Will wasn't the brightest bulb around he knew enough to realize that he needed to do something to distract the horde so the others could escape. Roughly he maneuvered the man over shoulder again and began to hop and climb his way over the roofs away from the house where Suzie and the others were. Once he was positioned near the back of the horde he dropped to the ground and dropped the man on the asphalt. The man sputtered and coughed which drew the attention of a few of the zombies but Will meant to get all of their focus. He let loose a terrifying shriek and in an instant the horde turned and began shuffling towards Will and the wounded man. This one person wouldn't hold them off for long, they'd have him devoured within minutes. Will backed up, watching as they began to feed and stuck near the horde to herd any stragglers away from the home.

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Beck Curwin


No. You missed the funeral. Beck grinned at the girl, slightly lowering his hands but still keeping them visible. "Jokes. Jokes are good." Well they hadn't killed him yet so this was going a lot better than he'd imagined it would. The girl with the purple hair still seemed tense, her hand even tightening around her weapon as she kept a wary eye on him but the other woman seemed to not give a shit he was there at all. He stayed put, not moving until the purple haired one asked his name and seemed to ease a bit. Beck then put his hands at his sides and let out a breath of relief. "Beck, my names Beck. It's real great to finally talk to another person I have to say. I was real close to snapping and marrying a pine cone called Tom." He laughed at his own joke and slowly moved into the store, stepping over the corpses as he made his way to the back where the bottled water would be kept. "So, what's your name purple hair? Which might I say I love that color on you." He turned his head to look at her over his shoulder and flashed her a grin before opening a door to a long dead cooler to retrieve water.

I'm Shay. Beck stopped stuffing his bag with water to look at the girl and give her a nod of greeting. "Well nice to meet ya Shay." He went back to placing bottles in his bag but stopped and seemed to give Shay a double take. "Jesus Christ your hair looks fabulous. How the hell do you keep it that way in the middle of an apocalypse? Ahem, sorry, so uh where were you two heading?" He bounced around the idea of just going ahead and inviting them out to his shelter in the woods but that might be jumping the gun a bit. Sure they didn't kill him on sight but that didn't mean they wouldn't off him in his sleep and take everything he had but thinking such things really wasn't in Beck's nature. Still though, if he could just convince them to let him tag along for a bit as he scavanged the city then he could see how they were and then, then he'd invite them to his shelter.

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Shay couldn't help but feel relieved when he nodded in response and made his way for the door. “We need to get to higher ground for safety. We’ll be able to see danger better, at least until they thin out from investigating whatever that blast was. How’s that sound?” Shay glanced at the tall buildings, tounge pushing against the side of her cheek as she considered it, nodding absentmindedly. Strategy was good. Got her mind off what had just happened.

She gestured around her. "Yeah, that sounds good, and we've got plety of 'high ground' around here with all these buildings, the problem is not getting trapped up there by an exceptionally large horde."

He looked at her then, seeming to sense her sadness. “You, uh, that was the right call. I would have done the same thing…or more like I have done the same thing. It’s tough.” She nodded and looked at him through her shades. Most survivors had had to make the choice she'd just made, and it was hard. Even a perfect stranger like Bambi had been could leave a scar on your heart that may never heal. Killing her own little sister had been more than a little scar. It felt like there was an empty hole where her heart used to be.

"Yeah." She nodded, looking at the bat in her hand. "Had to do that to my baby sister a while back."

“So where did you learn how to swing like that? Were you a pro-baseball player before all of this I mean holy crap that was a mean hit! Babe Ruth would have been proud!” Her lips twitched up into an appreciative smirk when he changed the subject.

She shrugged. "Thanks. I uh.." Funny how things always seemed to wrap back around to her sister. "Well I've never had lessons or anything, but my little sister used to be on a baseball team, and I helped her with her swing a lot." Shay smiled slightly, remembering how there'd been no baseball teams in the neighborhood that would let a girl on, but her sister was too stubborn to join softball. So she'd made Shay practice with her until she was so good, there was no way they would ever refuse her.

She gestured to the buildings around. "So I guess we just pick one then, and get up there?"




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Alana watched as Will took one of the bodies and took off.

The sound of breaking glass made Lannie jump and shove Lulu back in her pocket, hoisting her bag on her back. "We should go." She whispered softly, tugging on Suzie's arm. She glanced at the brother. They still hadn't decided if they trusted them yet, but they were going to have to.

There was a loud shriek from outside, and Lana rushed to the window to see Will out there, using the body to hold off a fairly large horde. Happiness and relief flooded her. He was covering their escape.

But the feeling was soon killed by the sound of shuffling feet, and another scream. This one, decidedly human. The boy's sister must have fallen to something. She looked at the boy with wide eyes, a split second before he turned tail and sprinted down the stairs towards his sisters scream. A second later, there was another scream. This time from the boy. She knew they were a lost case.

Alana looked at Suzie, hoping she'd understand what she was about to say and not try to play the hero. "They're gone, and we need to keep moving. Those things won't take long to finish those two off before they stumble up here and trap us." She gestured to the T.V set she'd pushed in front of the back stairway. "Help me with this."

With Suzie's help, they shoved the T.V stand with a loud crash that made Alana wince. Those things knew they were up here now. Wasting no time, she grabbed the other girls hand in her small one and flew down the stairs and out into the alley.

Luckily, there was nothing in the alley, and she flew down to it's end and poked her head out. Down the street a bit, with his back turned to them, was Will, at the edge of a large horde. "Will." She whispered sharply, before ducking back into the alley and gesturing to the other end of the alley at Suzie. "I guess we go that way?" She asked, hands trembling. They didn't have much time. In a manor of seconds the horde on the street would finish their meal, and the one inside would be down the stairs.