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[size=36pt]cassia[/size]
[size=7pt][glow=black,2,300]'cause its too cold for you here and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
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I didn't see it coming. I don't think anyone did, though maybe we should have. The foretold apocalypse with all the zombies coming to eat your brains had actually happened. Now what was left of the true human race was fighting for life using the weapons we were told not to play with. I think play time was over for all of humanity once the word got out on social media. Social media is gone now, since there's hardly anyone to show anything to anymore. Even if there was, while they were looking at it, the zombies would attack from behind. The overcast, dull gray skies stretched for miles over the face of the earth, leaving no room for the happiness and joy of sunlight. There's only remorse now. Remorse for not telling your family you loved them before they were slain before your very eyes, making ear-splitting shrieks that reverberated through the world's barrier.
I pushed some matted blonde hair out of the way of my vision. There was no time to be a beauty queen, fussing over make-up and hairdos. You just make the best of what resources you have. I loaded some ammo into my AK47, looking around as I did so. I was crouched near the edge of a building, leaning against its structure. I was trying to be as silent as possible when you could hear a pin drop in the dirt. Standing up, I check my surroundings once more, then slowly stalk ahead. Aiming left and right, I backed into another wall, and turned around.
I stared up at a building, only a little crumbly and faded. I pulled the handle, and winced as it made a long creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaking noise. I crept into the dimly lit structure, feeling on the walls for a light switch. As my fingers touched an oddly-shaped object, they flipped up, and a light flickered on. I looked around, my hazel optics scanning the area. Boxes. Cargo boxes. I debated on whether to look inside or not. Who knows what could be in there. Like a zombie-in-the-box. I finally decided I would open them up. I took a breath, and lifted the top of the box off to find that there were a few rounds of ammo, and some rotting food. Obviously, there had been people here before. I wondered, with a shudder, what had happened to them. I opened the door, poked my head out, and put the rotting food boxes outside. I stacked the ammo boxes, clearing out some space. There, I guess that's okay for now.
I sit down in the southeast corner, wedged between some boxes. I waited for the zombies to come, banging rotten-fleshed hands on the door, but none came. What I saw instead was a figure. That figure flew inside, slammed the door, and slumped down against it. I had no idea who this person was, but they looked pretty human to me. I wouldn't shoot... Yet.[/fancypost]
[size=7pt][glow=black,2,300]and though i may just take your breath away, i don't mind, 'cause it's not much to say[/glow][/size]
So, the plot is, you are a guy, and you are the person who runs to take shelter in the building Cassia is in. This is an apocalyptic love roleplay. I would like it if you could at least post a good paragraph each time. I understand low muse, but please, at least try? Just jump in. c:
