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    ☣It was the year 2069[pffftt] What was talked about in movies, said to be mythical, impossible..it happened. A zombie apocalypse. Although, nobody really called them that. More like, walkers, or creepy dead people, and, "Ah get away from me!" People came together, most of them aging from about fourteen to twenty-five. This group was pretty large. They barely made it by with having to share all the food, and water and things. Lots of people died. And I mean..lots. This is the story of that group. The group that somehow survived the apocalypse.☣


    ☣-Currently-☣


    Its about six in the morning. They are out at the crack of daylight, in a building they think could hold some food, and maybe even ammo.



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    ☣Camryn.Morgan.O'Neal.☣


    [size=6pt]-----"Cammy.""Cam."
    Nineteen.
    Hunter.    -----    [/size]



    Inside the building, glass was shattered, shelves were knocked over, and blood covered one of the walls. A zombie lay dead beside it, a bullet hole right through the temple. The blood splattered on the wall was most likely form someone who had come through here and gotten the zombie first.


    Let's hope they left a few things for this group to get. Camryn looked at Brynne, her...oh so wonderful younger step sister. Her mom married Brynnes dad like, a year before the apocalypse. And really that was maybe..sixteen months ago. Both of their parents died, leaving the girls alone with just each other. Camryn didn't like Brynne, and Brynne didn't like Camryn. Normal step-sibling thoughts, though.





    ☣Brynne.Nicole.Malene.☣


    [size=6pt]-----"Brynne."
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    Brynne was looking around the building, and the rest of the group filling in. She felt her 'sisters' gaze lock on her. "Will you stop looking at me?" she seethed, snapping her own gaze toward the older girl. "I'm just looking out for my baby sister, is that so bad?" replied Camryn with a soft smile that looked fake as hell.


    "I'm not your sister. You're not my sister. We aren't, and will never be sisters. My dad was stupid to marry your mom." Brynne snapped. "Your dad was in love with my mom! You were just jealous, you wanted your dad all to yourself because you were the only girl in his life. Just look for the f.cking food, Brynne." Camryn growled, turning direction, and walking up to one of the not knocked over shelves.


    Olivia was watching the sisters in amusement. "Ladies, lets not fight, theres never a time for yelling now shut the f*ck up." The sixteen year old chuckled.


    Logan stood guard, shooting zombies as they came. "D*m it I'm running out of bullets." He groaned.

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    Sam Julian Allgood
    19
    Assistant Medic


    Sam glanced up at the two, eyes nervous. He hated when they fought. His hands were wroking quickly to retie his shoes. It was funny--he was one of the klutziest, awkward kids, with his stocky, chubby frame, and big feet, but his hands were deft, fast, and he could do almost anything with them. Of course, trying beat up, bloodstained sneaker with faded marker was the least of their abilities.


    He stood, and shuffled over, carefully skirting the zombie, and glancing around the shelves. Some held empty bottles, most cracked. Some books, too. But not much in the way of usefulne--Something caught his eye, sticking ot from under the corpse. He frowned, trying to get a better look without having to touch the dessiccated thing. Metal....With a sigh, he bent over, and tugged. It was a small throwing knife. Bloodied, kind of gross....He held it between his fingertips, grimacing. "Another knife." He called to the sist--step-sisters. His voice was soft, a bit high pitched.


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    [justify] I stopped outside the destroyed house my face emotionless. My eyes looked around to make sure no one saw them before slipping into the house behind the others. I glared at the two sisters as they began yelling at each other once again. I walked slid by them and up the stairs. I took out my pistol and held it up in aiming position in case someone was here and jumped out at me. I walked silently up the stairs and into the first room which as the bathroom. I opened the drawers only finding combs and makeup. The next room was the master bedroom. When once again I didn't find anything I went into the last room which looked like 2 little girls room. I didn't even bother checking in that room. I mean there kids. Its not like they would have gun ammo or food.


    I turned around and made my way back down stairs my face still expressionless. Ive gotton used to the zombies and seeing people dying that now I hardly cracked a smile. When I made it into the main room that we first walked into I looked around my one had on my hip and the other one hanging down with the pistol still in it. [/fancypost]
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    [align=center][size=28pt]London Jasmine Lark[/size]


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    [justify] I followed Camryn into the ruined building and rolled my eyes when the two step sisters started going at it again. They always fought and by now you would think I would get used to it. Nope. It still pissed me off. "Can you guys stop"I hissed at them before spinning on my heals and heading towards the kitchen to look for some food.


    I pulled out my knife as I crept through the house stepping over pieces of everything that got destroyed. My blue eyes scanned the hall way I was in when I spotted something shinny on the ground. I bet down beside it and picked it up my eyes widening when I saw what it was. It was a picture of the family that must of lived here. It had 2 parents with 2 little girls that looked like twins. They looked only like 7 years old. I bit my lip before letting the picture fall to the ground. I hate knowing that little kids died in this.


    I shook my head trying to get the picture of the family getting eaten by zombies out of my head. Even though this has been going on for a while I still couldn't stand how many people were dying. I pushed my blonde hair out of my pale face as I went on my way back towards the kitchen. [/fancypost]
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    ~18 years young~ -Clothes- ~I can't fall asleep, but I can dream~


    IC: Katie followed her sister into the house, her knife in hand. She was almost shaking as she walked. Her combat boots gently hit the ground, making a quiet thump. She bit her lip as she saw the abondon house. A small sigh was supressed from her light pink lips. Her brown gaze looked around the depressing scene. She leaned against a wall, watching the others. "Can we hurry up? I just want to get this over with" her voice showing what she was feeling. She slipped her knife into her pocket, too shaky to hold it without dropping it. She rolled her eyes as she felt her hair fall in her face. She quickly put her hair into a messy bun, not in the mood to deal with it.


    OOC: sorry! Low muse!


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    mute says in ooc&&
    Tracking until I get onto a computer


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    ||Cooper Anderson||
    ||19||Leader||



    [i donT REALLY KNOW HOW TO COME IN SORRY]


    He had already heard the rest of the group say the magic words to the fighting girls, but since he was the leader, he felt as though he had to say the words of his own, too. "Ay, ay, ay," He glanced over at the two girls, one waking away from the other. "Enough. We've got too much on our hands already with the Lurkers, and you two fighting never helps it. Its gotta stop." He continued, raising an eyebrow. He walked forward, down the hallway, with the other members of the group.


    Most people called them zombies or infected; well, not Cooper. Usually, he called them something unnatural, like Lurkers or Biters. It wasnt just to be different, its just how the zombies brought their first impression; limping around, waiting behind corners and on the opposite side of doors, for that one unfortunate person who would step into the pathway of disaster and death. They were lurking for prey, waiting on a victim.


    He glanced around the rest of the group, letting out a soft sigh. They had come far. Considering they havent had any deaths, yet. It may have been only a few weeks or a month or two, but still, it was a good thing to know that you havent fallen into the rotten hands of the Infected. He would most definitely hate to see that; because it could definitely be called as Coop's fault. Because he's the group leader, he should have helped them, saved them, not watched them and ran.


    The group leader. He still couldnt believe thats what he was. Considering there were some people older than him, why was he the leader? He hadnt necessarily been "nominated" for the positon, but everyone just slowly began listening to him and his words. Maybe it was his leading, bossy nature; maybe he was just a good fit. Who really knew, and nowadays, who really cared? At least they had someone to look to when all hell broke loose and the world crumbled beneath their feet.


    At least they had someone they could ask for help between making a decision. At least Cooper, had found a group where he was useful. Others probably just wanted to be in a group so they wouldnt be out in the frigid, queer weather and so they would be a possible target for the walking dead. But Cooper, he would rather be in a group where he could be useful and do something that the others needed him to do. Apparently, it payed off, because look what rank he was at now.






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    Riley quietly walked in behind everyone, her eyes flickering around everywhere. She grunted at the sounds of Brynne and Camrynn. "Just shut the f*ck up already...they're dead now anyways so who cares!" She snapped at them before she disappeared into a different doorway, her club readied. She quietly looked through the pantry and managed to find 6 cans of canned goods and 10 bottles of water. Riley shoved everything in a little satchel she had slung over her shoulder and walked back out. "Found 6 cans and 10 water bottles..." She said somewhat bitterly seeing the nagging from the other girls flared her temper for some reason.

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    Logan fired his last bullet. "Why me?" He asked and ran into the house. "I just done and goofed!" He yelled. "I'm screwed."



    Olivia groaned at Logan. "Can't do a thing right can you?" She snapped and shot at an oncoming zombie. Bulls eye. God she hated this. Same thing everyday. Shoot, eat, live. Shoot, eat, live. All day everyday.

    "Thanks." Logan breathed and inserted the ammo. He quickly shot two others, accidently bumping into Olivia. "Go the f*ck away." She hissed. Logan rolled his bright blue eyes.


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    ~18 years young~ -Clothes- ~I can't fall asleep, but I can dream~


    IC: Katie couldn't stand the bickering anymore, she was sick of it. Lately Katie had been mute, only talking if she needed to. And she never really had to, so she just didn't. But now, she did. "Both of you, stop it! No, all of you, stop it! Were the only reasons that were still alive! So stop bickering and get the job done!" she snapped. Her eyes widened as she realized what she had just done, talked. She bit her lip nervously and looked down. "Sorry.." she said, directing that a bit more towards Cooper than anyone else. She gripped the handle of her knife, now extremely jumpy and nervous.


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