It's harder to live when you're alone (Guy Needed)

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    OOC: I intend this to be a post-apocalyptic romance sort of thing. Okay so Lauren is a 21 year old living in the zombie apocalypse. The has short straight black hair and brown eyes. Her weapon of choice is a katana and she's kind of a badass. If you choose to partake in this know that she won't easily be won over. Just jump in and have fun!


    IC: Lauren quickly shifted through the plastic wrappers and garbage in the abandoned drug store looking for any sort of supplies. She was rushing because she didn't want to spend a lot of time in here. She grew more an more frustrated as she searched the store and wasn't able to find any supplies. Finally she gave up and made to leave the store.

    OOC: His name is Emerson and he has longish blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He's 6'2".


    IC: I stayed against the buildings, making sure to stay in the shadows. It was getting dark, and I hadn't eaten yet today. I guess I would go hungry, because if I didn't find shelter soon, I would be a goner.

    She walked out of the gas station and shielded her eyes against the setting sun. She sighed and readjusted her pack she always wore before atheist started walking again. She hoped to be able to at least loot one more building before dark.

    Looking across the once busy street, I noticed someone. A girl. Was she infected? No. Her movements were too fluid. She was a wanderer, like me.

    She made her way over to a gas station that was near the drugstore. Once she was sure the place was clear she quickly set to work combing through the trashed building looking for supplies. She checked under the counter and found a small pile of canned food. "Jackpot" she murmured to herself as she began to stuff the cans into her pack.

    I watched her riffling through the trash, and before I knew what I was doing, I was running across the street to greet her. I mean why not? Social norms were kind of out the window, right?

    I saw her run. I'm such an idiot. "Wait! I'm not going to hurt you! I called." Before I realized what I'd done, I glanced back to see a lone zombie, attracted by my voice and my steps. Terrified, having nothing else to do, I ran after the girl.

    She ran down a small alleyway using the wall of one of the buildings, she pushed off of it to grab the bottom rungs of an old fire escape high above her head. Once she was sure of her grip she climbed up it and onto the roof.

    I followed the girl down an alley, and used my height to jump up and grab the fire escape. The zombie wouldn't be able to reach me up there.

    Slightly out of breath she ran across the roof and stopped. She glanced around wildly for some way to escape but there wasn't any.