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IC: Damion turned his head with a gasp of fresh air as he saw an infected chasing him he kept running as he began to make out an alley. He turned into the alley and spun around to face the infected. He stuck out his sword as the zombie ran face first into the blade. He watched the infected 'breath' a death rattle, as they only made sounds, they never actually breathed. He pulled back on the sword, letting the infect fall as he sheathed the blade.
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'Just another day in f***ing paradise,' I say to myself as I jump down from the tree I had been sleeping in. I make sure I had my two five-sevens fully loaded and ready to go. "Oh, yippee! Infected," I grumble with mock enthusiasm as two come towards me. Always the same routine. Wake up, kill, survive, kill some more, survive some more, go to bed. It really gets boring after a while. I shoot one of the Infected, then let the other one get really close. Probably what others would call 'too close for comfort.' I then kick it backwards, most likely making it mad, if they could even feel emotion in the first place. "Sorry, but this is my domain, b*tch," I say to it, shooting it straight through the skull. I know people say my recklessness will most likely be the death of me, but, quite frankly, does it look like I care?
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Parker had always been the quiet one, never shy, just quiet. He had been picking at the blade of his stolen hatchet, sharpening, if you will. He quietly put the wepon in his dusty, old backpack. The brunette's eyes widened with the sound of a few gun shots. He quickly got up, took his things and headed towards the gun-holder. My f***king god, this girl. I don't even know her name, and I already know she's trouble. Great first impression... He thought to himself, spotting the girl, yet still a long distance away. How stupid could she REALLY be? Didn't she know? The infected are attracted to sound. Sound= the infected, the infected= death, death= broken hearts, broken hearts= depression, depression= more death. All he wanted to do is survive, that's all. He wanted him and his sister to make it to Canada, or even Mexico. He wanted to save his sister, Sparrow, so they could both survive and have a normal life. He had finally arrived right behind the woman. He spoke in a deep, almost lifeless voice, ¨ Did they really scare you that much? Two of them, where there? Did you HAVE to spend your bullets, your key to survival, on TWO? Or could poor old you, trapped by two infected in a practically open park, just walk away?¨ He didn't want to come off as mean, but whenever he opened his mouth, he often did anyways.
Sparrow picked at a tree near by where her brother had been. Using a single arrow. She had never even had a bow since the outbreak, but her brother had told her that she could, if she had to, use this arrow, even without a bow, to survive. Even though she was never one for following other's rules, she trusted her brother with her life. With a hard hit, she had struck the center of the dead tree. Since it was winter, the trees had been mostly dead, but this one was still clinging on to the bit of life it had left. After a few moments, stucky, gooey sap had begun to leak out of the beaten tree. She scooped it up with her index finger and was just about to stick it into her starving mouth, when she remembered yet another survival tip from her brother. Never eat unknown substances
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"The Infected? Those pathetic creatures don't scare me anymore," I say to the boy, slightly irritated with his tone. I put my pistols back in my holsters and looked at him. "And I've got a plethora of bullets, so I'll be fine. And, excuse me, but did you just say, walk away? Sorry, but no can do. In a world like this, it's either kill or be killed. Get used to it hun," I tell him with a little attitude to my tone. And with that, I walk away from him, making my way out of the park. 'I don't need people telling me how to live my life, d@mn it!' I mutter in my head. 'Scared? Seriously, as if!'
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How cool... Another so called ' rebel ' thinks she could survive on her own. Good luck. The last sentence wasn't sarcastic. He obviously had a good head on her shoulder, well, that's what Parker got from her reply. He nodded and walked back to his sister. Then, after a while, the thought emerged that he hadn't seen Damion in a while. Might as well go look for him, right? He made sure that his backpack staps were secured, and was just about to sset off when he remembered Sparrow. " C'mon, were going to look for Damion. " He said in a faint voice, but Sparrow heard.
The long-haired female put her arrow back into her shoulder purse and stood up. She quickly tightened her high ponytail and suited herself right next to her brother. " Do you think he's alright? " Her voice a bit scratchy from mild thirst, but still clear. Her big, brown eyes looked down as they both began to walk. " I'm sure of it, " Her brother, Parker, replied. They soon came to an ally way, and just to their luck, saw Damion.
Damion began to look around, spotting his friends, but hearing gunshots. He began to hear the beginnings of moans from a horde.
"Who shot a f*cking gun?!" He whispered angrily, trying not to make noise. He began to peek around the corner to see about fifteen zombies beginning to form a horde, with more coming.
"Sh*t. Let's get out of here." Damion said as he began to slowly ascend the building. He made his way to an open window where he stepped inside and crouched low and listened. Nothing was there. He stood and began to rummage around for food and other supplies.
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"Oh, sh*t..." I mutter, seeing the horde. "God d@mn it! Alright, maybe my recklessness will get me killed... I should seriously think about getting some sort of knife..." I whisper to myself, breaking into a run. I make it out of the park and turn down an alleyway. 'Just f*cking great! To top it all off, I'm low on supplies,' I sigh, searching for something useful in the alley. It looks like a bunch of boxes, but you never know when you might find something good... I start thinking about that boy from the park. I think about what he said... 'I can't let it bother me...'
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Parker replied with a quiet grunt, " That girl, I don't even know her name. You and Sparrow are the only people, LIVING people, that I actually know. " His voice was stern. He held his sister's hand and followed Damion like a hound.
Once they came to what looked like an empty supply room, he let go of Sparrow, she immediately began to rummage alongside Damion.
Her long, bark colored hair stuck to her neck, for it was greasy and dirty. She hadn't had a shower in at least four days, and she herself was starting to think she looked like an orphan. She pulled up scraps, beyond scraps of loose paper, torn boxes and floss. She sighed and whispered, " Nothing's here but a few old boxes, " She set her shoulder bag down. " We're not going to find anything useful... " This was just like Sparrow, even though she had a strong brother to protect her, she still thought everyone's time had to come.
Hearing this, Parker shook his head. " You'll never fing anything looking where someone else is, look in THAT box. " He said pointing to a tape-shut box, a few feet from the other open ones.
So, Sparrow got up and began to cut through the still-sticky tape with one of her knifes. But, no such luck, Nothing...
Damion sighed at the answer but continued to search. He searched until he found himself with two cans of baked beans and a bottle of water. He sat down on a couch as a layer of dust came up. He coughed as he began to open a can of beans.
OOC: Sorry for short post, might be getting sick.
Taron slowly and silently gets to his feet. He had made camp in the abandoned building the night before. He pulls out his pistol and starts to move forward when his brother stirred. He holds his finger to his lips signaling for him to keep quiet. He creeps to the door of the room they were in and peers out. Following the sound of voices and rummaging he comes to where the group was and slowly steps from his cover holding gun up and pointed at the strangers. "Who are you people?" He asks nerviously. He jumps slightly when a small hand grabs onto his shirt. He glances back to see his brother before turning his gaze back to the others he would deal with Dustin later since he knew to stay with the supplies out of sight but he had brought them out in the open with him.
Sparrow eyes widen. She grabs her bag and practicaly jumps behind her brother. Even though not much shorter than him, she's still able to fit behind him. Parker, on the other hand, pulled out his hatched at the sound of a foot step. Gripping the lether handle tight, he holds it in a position to swing and easily hit the other survivors. He nudged Spawrrow, telling her to get out her weapons. The 16 year old took out her throwing knifes. She held the thorn sharp dagger-like knifes between her fingers, but in the wrong position. Parker caught this and, in order to protect his sister, threatened. " Touch her and BOTH of you hands go! " His voice was strict and hollow, this time, full of life.
OOC: "He made his way to an open window where he stepped inside and crouched low and listened. Nothing was there." That was something I had said earlier, it's fine this time, but next time please don't do it again :3.
Damion ran to the man, sprinting in fear. He jumped and unsheathed his blade as he got close to him and put his sword to the man's throat. He put his mouth to the man's ear as he whispered.
"There is a horde outside. I don't want you to attract more of the infected. I also don't want your blood all over your little friends' body. Put away the gun, and my friends and I sheathe our weapons." Damion said, whispering this quiet enough for only the two to hear.
Okay sorry :( plus changing the younger brother's name to Zack..))
Zack stumbles backwards in surprise. He didn't think anyone could react fast enough to get so close without his brother having time to pull the trigger. He stares wide eyed at the stranger.
Taron grits his teeth obviously ticked but if what he said was true then he needed to stay quiet plus he had his little brother to think about. He stiffly lowers his gun to his side not taking the risk of trying to attack.
OOC: You're fine.
IC: Damion had run his full speed, and had been dodging, expecting a bullet. He sheathed his sword and returned to his beans. Damion knew he wouldn't have had to kill the man. He didn't like making kids sad. He listened quietly to the groans and moans of the infected. He finished the beans and stepped outside. He looked at the decaying buildings and thought of looting a few, but knew the risk was too high. He looked down at the infected and turned to go back inside the apartment. He walked to the sink and hoped against hope it may still have running water. He pulled the handles, to no avail. He sighed and sat back down onto the couch.
Parker put his weapon away, he had something troubling him. As the brunette walked he kept a close eye on the two boys, leaving his sister alone was a risk, but it was just for a second. The brown-eyed male came ta a halt about a foot from Damion. Since he was practically the ' group leader ', he thought he would leave the choice up to him. " I think it's time we started to head to Canada, anywhere actually, anywhere but here. " The life in his voice had gone, along with the emotion, besides confidence. He looked back at his sister, " We can't risk staying here any longer. " Even though it wasn't his choice to make, he still wanted to influence the final ruling as much as he could.
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I had given up on the alleyways, nothing good left to salvage. I walk through the main streets, keeping my eyes open for Infected. I see a large apartment building and decide it will suffice for a place to stay.
((Do u mind if Liana runs into Damion?))
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Taron puts his gun away and tuns to Zack who was still staring at the strangers wide eyed. He smiles and a thought comes to him but he decides to wait to voice his question. He pulls out two of his four water bottles and a package of crackers. He sits down away from the group but still in sight thinking it was better to keep the tension in the room low. He makes sure Zack drinks some water and eats half the small package of crackers. He desides to pull out his later two water bottles. "Any of you thirsty?" He asks the group keeping his voice low.
OOC: You are fine doing so.
IC: Damion sighed.
"We will have to stock up. And be ready for a long journey. Probably six months. I have been thinking about this for a while." Damion said, opening his water.
"No thanks. I have my own." Damion said, taking a swig. Damion put the cap on and peered outside to see a girl, possibly running from the approaching horde. She was heading for the building the group was in.
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Okay :P))
I walk into the building and close the door, locking it behind me. I look around, making sure there aren't any Infected. I walk into one of the apartments in the building, and search it for supplies. Nothing. With a heavy sigh, I walk out and go to another apartment. As I walk in, I'm surprised to see people in it. Real people, not Infected.
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