"Zombies roam, food and weapons are scarce, nothing is free in the world, even now" he said grabbing a knife and he cleaned under his nails, "you don't want to pay, then leave" he said deadpan.
This will be interesting, (pafp, girl needed. Semi advanced)
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[b]"Tears don't last. Neither does love. Can you say the same about friends?"
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In Character: "I don't want to leave," She admitted. "But i'm not going to stay with a sick pervert who only cares about sex." She stormed out the door, arms crossed, and headed towards the exit. Unluckily, zombies were packed beyond the doors. Probably hundreds out in the street. She cursed under her breath, eyes wide as some headed towards the exit. By instinct, she grabbed a broom she saw and quickly stuck in it in the door handle, putting tools there while the zombies banged on the door.
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[b]"Tears don't last. Neither does love. Can you say the same about friends?"
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In Character: River saw many zombies fall, and in the background some living fall aswell. After the door was secured, she looked around for a weapon-- anything. To no luck, she found nothing. Sighing she crossed her legs on the floor. "Now, we wait." She said to herself, and wasn't meaning for them to go away. "Guess this is the end." She muttered. "Wouldn't make it too far anyway."
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In Character: River sighed, rolling her eyes at the Vaas. "Hm." She snorted, crossing her arms stubbornly and heading back up the stairs, retrieving the backpack. Once it was in her hands, she mentally decided it was time for her to actually try surviving instead of just going with it. She glanced around, finding no supplies. She sighed sadly, not having a good new start, but bolted down the stairs and rushed out the door toward a corner store. The inside wasn't too wrecked, really. It still had it's good old scratched, small refrigerator in the backroom. She swung it open. Five water bottles sat there. She snatched them all up, then stuffed them in her back. Nothing else left, she closed the refrigerator and dashed out the door, smiling to herself.
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Out Of Character: No prob. Sorry for inactiveness. 3: Can other people join their group aswell if you don't care?
In Character: River continued along the way until she heard groaning. All around her. River glanced around frantically, zombies coming from all directions. She inhaled and exhaled through her nose, her mouth tied shut, and sprinted off towards an abandoned house. Hardly making it through the hoards, she grabbed a metal bar from a toolbox in the house's garage and shoved it through the door handle. "Sh*t.." She muttered, zombies showing up in the only unlocked door that she preplanned to escape through. She took a hammer and shoved it tightly in, as not many zombies arrived at the particular door. She ran through the house, up the stairs. Flopping down in a bed, she groaned. "Survival." She muttered. "So easy, huh?" She sat up and wiped her eyes tiredly. Dozing off, she shook her head angrily. "Why the hell am I trying to sleep when a million zombies are at the door?" She scolded herself, the groaning continuously entering her ears. She stood up, glancing around, focused. She rummaged through the drawers before finding a rifle, but the house looked clean. "Either some messed up people lived here before the apocalypse.. Or they're not dead." She murmured in thought.
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