.:When the World Crumbles:. {RP!}

Phoniex glares at Suri, "I am not hungry" she says coldly

"Other than I mutated into a giant half bird half person and that people everywhere are killing each other, starving, being eaten, or walking around dead-no nothing is bothering me" She growls out her eyes flaring

Phoenix puts her hands up in a mock gesture of defense. "You wanted to know what was bothering me and I told you" I could probably have even added on more than a few things to the list I gave you, Phoenix thinks the last part to herself.

Phoenixes wings flared up behind her in a threatening gesture, her eyes narrowing. "So am I, or have you forgotten who the Infernos was?"

Phoenixes hands were burning with the tell tale sign of the fire with in her grasp. She just had to concentrate a little more and flames would flare up from her hands. No, she had to be calm. It angered her that someone thought she could not lead, though she was willing to point out one detail to Suri "The Infernos is the leader of the eternal flames" she says scary calm like, glaring at suri, the molten lava iris in her eyes that never seemed to stop moving were swirling in an angry mist of reds, oranges, and yellows. Her eyes allowing people to glimpse the fire that was now inside her, running through her veins.

How dare she say she's not a good leader?! From the time of the last leaders death phoniex hadn't even wanted the position. But to keep a panic from spreading through the camp someone had to calm them, she still didn't think it should of been her but what was done was done. She had proven herself over and over to the camp. She was everywhere; helping sick, foraging for food, fending off rouges and other attackers, she talked with everyone and was a friend to everyone, helping solve disputes within the camp between two individual, she counted their stores and rationed the food so that no family was every starving. How dare that child question her leadership.......Phoenixes palms grew warm. She winced quietly in pain-discreetly massaging one palm with her thumb and then switching, yep, she was going to have to have doc look at her hands again. Phoenix knew one thing for sure, if she argued with this girl anymore she may do something extremely stupid. Like burn that girl to a crisp. Well maybe not all of her, maybe an arm-or a leg. Stop. Ok, calm thoughts. She thinks to herself.

Phoniex takes a deep breath before saying "I made a mistake coming here, I need to finish my task, my people eat before I do. Farewell" she says nodding to each of them, she turns and leaves. As soon as she is outside she spreads her black feathered wings with specks of red and orange through out them and lifts herself into the air.

Some time later she enters an abandoned building filling the brown messenger bag across her body with medicine and food that was salvageable. She hears zombies ahead and doesn't have anytime to think of anything but lifting her hands and letting a jet of flames burn the zombies. Her bag was filled with as much as she could carry by air, she looks at the tattered remains of her bandages and just stares at her palms, burned very badly. Blood ran from either palm down her finger tips. She didn't have time for this! She needed to get back to the camp, but the pain in her palms was excruciating, and she refused to use any of the painkillers in her bag that she had found. They were a rare find and the medical tent needed them.

She heard more of the undead outside and quickly wraps her hands in fresh bandages, though blood soon began to soak through She kicks an old window and grabs one of the larger shards, grinding her teeth at the pain that intensified in the hand that held her makeshift sword. She would have the advantage if she were out on the open streets fighting those d@*ned souls, not in here in cramped hallways. She moves swiftly outside, soon fighting the small horde that had gathered at her noise from scavenging in the middle of the street with the long shard of glass. She held it in both hands and swung with all her might.

Decapitating one zombie here, Taking an arm or leg there. One latched onto her wing and though it didn't get the chance to bite her before losing its head it had gripped her with enough strength that she had heard the loud 'CRACK' before it died, again. Her bones were hollow, like a birds, this was part of her mutation and what allowed her to be able to lift her body from the ground. It also meant that her bones broke much easier than a normal bone, especially the wings.

Tucking the injured wing limply behind her and her other one in tight to avoid that happening again, Phoenix works her way to an emergency stairwell on an apartment. She climbs it and kicks away the rusty stairs so that the zombies cant follow her. She climbs up to the roof and collapses in pain, her vibrant red hair bright against a dull background. It would be easy for anyone to see her and steal the things she had collected when she was weak. Rouges could come, but maybe help would come to. Her bandages soaked through and a wing broken would prevent her from escaping by air.

The undead were still on the streets and she groaned when she saw that her makeshift sword of glass was laying underneath the lost souls feet and being crushed by their ignorant heavy thudding feet. Great. What a spot to get herself into.