The Walking Dead - Nothing Left but Rotting Corpses

He carefully took off his thick, black-rimmed glasses and grabbed a handful of his shirt. The boy lightly pressed the cloth against the glass in attempt to clean the dirt and smudges. Suddenly, he stopped. "Why do I even bother?" He asked the question out loud, hoping for a response. But like most of his dreams, nothing good happened. Only the distant groans of the Walkers from below could be heard from where he sat. He swung his legs over the ledge of the brick building. "There is nothing worth seeing in this world anyways," the boy groaned in disgust. How could anyone appreciate such a distasteful place.

The boy quickly glanced over his decreasing amount of supplies. The only items remaining in his large pack were a can or two of mixed fruits, a 9mm pistol with only 5 loads left[so that would mean he has about 50 bullets to shoot left, assuming that the gun can only carry a cartridge of ten rounds.], and a knife. "Time to scavenge the remaining houses," he mumbled to himself before hopping off of the roof of the small house. After adjusting the bag to his back once again, he skillfully placed the glasses back in place. So, he began walking down the sidewalk without a care in the world, partially hoping to find at least one person to form a team with. He was sick of having to talk to himself all of the time. "I hate being alone... I'm scared of it. It's a feeling that's worse than being bitten by a Walker.." he whispered gently.

OOC: Well that was exciting to do a bit of gun research. I literally saved a webpage to my favorites so I would know how to describe loading the pistol and such. [I know you absolutely loved my reference to that whole Daryl and Beth scene when they were chugging moon shine. When Beth said something along the lines of, "My dad said that drinking bad moonshine can make you blind." And Daryl is all like, "There's nothing left worth seeing in the world."] You don't have to type out anything this long. I was just excited, that's all. Private for now, I guess.

Ooc: Yeah, I'm not much of a fan of First Person Shooters. I've only ever played Left 4 Dead 2 and a few of the Halo games. So I have a pretty bad aim when it comes to bow and arrows and virtual guns.

Ic: The boy relied on his sense of hearing more so than his eyesight. So once he heard footsteps break the silence of the wind, he continued to walk. At this point, he did not care whether his follower was a Walker or an axe murderer. Nothing mattered in this new world anyways. Instead of running for cover, the boy kept walking at an average pace, sliding his knife from out of his pocket in one, slow motion. He silently raised his free hand and called out to his stalker. "If you're not already dead, can you say something?" He paused for a moment, still facing the opposite direction and then continued, "Anything?"

Ooc: Yeah, I've never played Black Ops or anything of the sort. I am more into free roams and RPGs. [Came up with his name since retinentia means remembrance in latin, and that has to do with his personality, as you will be seeing soon. I pronounce it as Ree-tin]

Ic: "My full name is Lucas Retin, but most people call... Called me Luca." He finally turned around to face Aria. His dark, brown hair messily blocking his vision in clumps. Recently, he stopped caring for his appearance. He only would comb through his locks when sleeping. Luca wore a simple, olive green t-shirt along with denim jeans and a black sweatshirt. He stuck to wearing darker clothing, for camoflauge. "I'm here to scavenge, now tell me why you're here and who you are."

Ooc: Sorry for the late reply, I just finished watching Catching Fire and realized I still had to reply. I read the two posts a day ago, but my computer died before I posted. So now I am listening to "Bleeding Out" by Imagine Dragons while writing this. Welcome to the thread, Nightlight. The only knowledge I know about guns comes from the Internet. I remember learning a bunch of the Elite and Spartan guns from Halo, but now I only can remember the energy sword and gravity hammer. I always hated the assault rifles in that game..

Ic: Luca scratched his head with a sigh, still tightly keeping the sharpened knife in his grasp. "Okay then..." He scouted out the area with only a few glances around. Surprisingly enough, no one who could pose as one of her possible teammates were lurking about. "Are you alone or somethin'?" The loner expected to have a gun pointed to his head by now. He usually was the type of person to be stuck in those kind of situations.

"I belittle people to stay alive," he muttered in reply after tucking away his small weapon in its pouch. "Hello Aria." Luca turned his back to the girl and began to walk off down the street. He waved his hand without facing her just like before, calling out, "If you've got nothing better to do, might aswell tag along. Walking down these streets without no one to have your back is one hell of a fright fest. I wouldn't mind the company..." He stopped walking, listening to see whether her footsteps would draw closer or leave his side like everyone else in his life.

For a minute or two, the walk was quiet. It was awkward for Luca and fairly uncomfortable. This was the spitting image of how Luca acted back in his past life. When introduced to the idea of companions and friends, he instantly would shut down and stay quiet. Though afraid of being alone, he was incapible of socializing. Just having another person beside him for once made him feel happy. "..If you don't mind me asking, how were you before this whole catastrophe.. How different do you feel knowing that you could be bitten or shot at any moment?"

"I hate it all, to be honest. Living in fear, scavenging for remnants... It's all bull." Luca looked over his shoulder as they walked. "My old life sucked anyway, so I shouldn't really care about how it is now.." He stopped in his tracks and stared dead ahead. There lay a Walker, chewing on the leg of someone who was long gone. They were positioned by the stranded, car that was parked parallel to the sidewalk. Luca's instant reaction was to pull Aria behind one of the bushes, to protect one of the only people he knew. Instead, he continued walking with his knife swiftly pulled to his left side.

As they passed the live corpse, Luca bit his bottom lip. Jesus Christ, he thought to himself once they reached just a few feet away from it. He crouched down to examine the body close up. "Sorry," was what he whispered to the being in shame. That was when it finally noticed his prescence. In one smooth motion, Luca grabbed it's shoulder and stabbed it through the eye. "And I hate this part most of all."

"Agreed," he replied as simply as possible. Luca was a worry-wort, always looking out for enemies and getting rid of threats quickly. The main reason he restrained himself from attacking Aria was because she simply... Was a girl. He also hated killing people, living people. It was an unfortunate side-effect of apocalypses. You would either stay your distance from anyone you saw or cling to them like a sloth.

Ooc: I spent the last week taking state proficiencies, so sorry for the kind of boring post. :P

Ooc: [Hilda's the best game protagonist, barely superior to May in my opinion. Time to change it to May.]

Ic: Time to make the pleasant silence into a conversation, he thought to himself before once again clearing his throat. "So.. Where exactly are we heading? Should we ransack a house or two and clear it out so we could spend a night there? Or would you prefer to keep to the roads?"