i gave my love [ pafp ] that you went and sold

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    [size=20pt]mclane skyler adler[/size]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: Avenir; font-size: 12px; color: black; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;]it was a warm autumn day and mclean was driving in her car. it had been two years since the so called 'patient zero' had happened. most of the people in the world had gone as far north as possible, because zombies disliked the cold. not mclane though, she had stayed. she had felt like it was her obligation to try and put the world back together. she would try and help anyone she came across, but of course she was wary of any new people she met. she knew some people weren't kind. that's why she kept her dog close by her side, for protection.


    mclane walked down the road not straying far from her car. she couldn't leave her car or at least go very far from it. it was her only hope for survival. it had all she need in it and it was basically her bed every night. she grabbed her orange pack back out of the back seat. it had a couple of essentials in it, such as water, wire, arrows, food; but healthy food, and an almost empty first aid kit. the brown haired girl open the passenger side of her car and a pitbull jumped out. "come on, nero." she muttered. her nero was quiet most of the time. he knew the deal, no making noise or the no-brains would be all over them in seconds.


    she walked toward a small drug store. she slowly creeped inside and looked around. she toke out her compound bow, one of her most loved weapons. that and her axe were the best two weapons she had. they were silent and guns were to over powered and attracted to much attention, in her opinion. she looked around and shot a zombie in the head that happened to be roaming the isles of the store. she hated just watching them walk around, she would rather kill them and put them out of their misery than leave them alive. she looked at nero he looked antsy. "what's wrong, boy?" mclane asked quietly. he lets out a tiny whimper and she looked around. there was probably someone or something close by. nero never got nervous like this, unless it was something serious.


    [i would like your person to be a guy, but honestly it doesn't really matter. please please be advanced/semi-advanced, so a good 3-4 paragraph at least for the first post, low muse is acceptable as we progress. thanks for joining.][/fancypost]

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    tracking! mind if i joined? :3
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    [size=20pt]lizzy[/size]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: Avenir; font-size: 12px; color: black; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;]not at all, jump right in. (:[/fancypost]

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    thank you! though i have one question before i start.


    is there any specific plot / any specific person you would like my guy to be? :3
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    [size=20pt]lizzy[/size]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: Avenir; font-size: 12px; color: black; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;]there isn't really any plot. i normally just wing it. lol[/fancypost]

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    okay! cool. alright, i know i said i only had one question, but i have one more.


    what is the age range? like, how old can my guy be? i'm just wondering so i can give the appropriate picture, you know?
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    [size=20pt]lizzy[/size]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: Avenir; font-size: 12px; color: black; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;]i'd say like nineteen or twenty[/fancypost]

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    perfect! now, i apologize. i can never find a guy to use as my face claim that is wearing a shirt. i apologize for the... partial nudity.


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    asher grey


    it really wasn't his day today. having to shoot your best friend, then being shot because you did so... it really, really wasn't his day. but, even so, he had pressed on; gaping side wound aside. he knew that the bullet didn't hit any major organs, but he still needed to, you know... get it out and stitch the wound. lucky for him, he had stumbled inside of a drug store and passed out. so, naturally, when he woke up, he knew that he had to get to work; since he was practically lying in a pool of his own blood.


    making very slow movements, he grabbed a needle and thread from his backpack and looked around for any sort of morphine. of course, the place had been picked clean of any medical supplies, apart from a very small bottle of rubbing alcohol. well, that'd be enough to sterilize the needle and thread and maybe even the wound. with very delicate movements, he sterilized all three, though could only clean his wound somewhat before the alcohol ran out. he tied the end of the thread and went to work.


    by the time he was done, he felt like his entire abdomen was on fire. he ran out of food a while ago, but it didn't necessarily bother him all that much; he was used to not eating. even so, losing a lot of blood and not having ate anything for a few days was sort of taking its toll on his body. despite being a perfectly fit and healthy twenty-year-old.


    asher let out a soft sigh, leaning against a cabinet and closing his eyes. he was so... so tired. the male heard the whimpering of a dog, and mentally prayed for whoever was in here to either leave him alone or make his death quick.
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    [size=20pt]mclane skyler adler[/size]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: Avenir; font-size: 12px; color: black; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;]nero growled this time. he put his nose the ground and started to look around. mclane took a deep breath, she had rarely seen her dog act like this. she placed a hand on his head. she honestly just wanted to get out of here. maybe there were bad people in this store. most of the people who stayed south were not the friendliest bunch of people. she took in a deep breath and slowly followed after nero.


    "nero," she whispered as she looked around. she saw a lone water bottle that could be useful. she picked it up and put it in her backpack. nero started to bark loudly. the young girl quickly ran over to him. he was barking at a closed door. she sighed and looked at him. "shush, nero don't attract the no-brains." she told him softly as she petted his head. he whimpered and complied to her wishes. "stay." she said in a gentle voice. he sat down and let out another whimper.


    she slowly opened the door. she backed up a little bit when she saw a guy laying on the floor, blood all around him. "oh my gosh." she whispered. she quickly crouched down in front of him. she took her backpack off and looked at him. "you got shot." she said. "that's a lot of blood. it might of hit an artery." she told him. mclane had been studying to be a doctor, when she went to medical school. she just hoped this guy wouldn't decide to shot her. "i've got supplies." she offered him. she hated to just use her supplies on some random guy, but if she could do something she would.

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    he was about to fall asleep when he heard barking. the male opened his eyes very gently, thinking to himself. okay. so there definitely was a dog in here. that was... well, it wasn't the best thing in the world, but it certainly wasn't the worst. maybe they'd help him? he didn't have anything to steal; he just had a backpack with random items like a needle and thread, empty bags of food he had yet to throw away, his machete that he cared for like a child, and other useless crap. he didn't really need much to survive. he had some water bottles as well, but they weren't very useful.


    asher heard some voices and he looked up. well, it was only one voice, but it echoed in his head. maybe it was because he's been alone for all this time—even before the whole 'end of the world' thing—or maybe it was because of the blood loss. either one was equally pathetic and made him feel... well, it made him feel like he wasn't a twenty-year-old who used to get so many compliments.


    when the voice addressed him, he rolled his head on the floor, huffing slightly. it took him a few seconds to actually reply back to her, and when he did, his voice was slurred and he sounded absolutely drunk. "it's okay... i've been shot before; i probably won't die..." he spoke, his head rolling around to the other side. he opened his eyes and looked up at the female who was helping him, his eyes constantly focusing and unfocusing.
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    [size=20pt]mclane skyler adler[/size]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: Avenir; font-size: 12px; color: black; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;]mclane shook her head slightly. "you are defiantly not okay." she said as her hair fell around her face like a veil. she moved the things around in her backpack, most of the stuff that she needed was back in her car. she took in a deep breath.


    "look, you need help." she told him as she started to root though her backpack. she sighed softly when she come across a bottle of whiskey. she handed it to him. "i'm going to have to get the bullet, because i can tell there is no exit wound." she told him. "this will help with the pain." i informed him. "just don't drink all it." she said as she slowly started to lift his shirt.


    [i have really low muse]

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    asher looked at the bottle she offered towards him. with a slow, slightly delayed blink, he shook his head, refusing the bottle completely. call him old fashioned, but he didn't drink. well, whiskey anyway. he stuck to vodka and wine; as whiskey was far too hard on his throat. since he was a smoker and had some other throat problems, whiskey was the last thing he needed on his always sore and hoarse throat. having something as rough as whiskey would not only be incredibly painful, but it would literally be like putting salt in a wound.


    "i don't drink whiskey. just get it out," he mumbled, shutting his eyes and thinking to himself. typically, he would accept anything anyone offered him, but whiskey was one of those things he refused to accept no matter what. beer in general was just... ugh. the male took in a small breath, rolling his head away from the female. "where'd you get a bottle of whiskey anyway?"
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    [size=20pt]mclane skyler adler[/size]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: Avenir; font-size: 12px; color: black; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;]"suit yourself, stranger." she said, but then mclane laughed a little at his question. she took a dug out of the bottle for herself, so her hands didn't shake so much. she stared at the wound, it didn't look great, but she suppose it could of been worse.


    "my father was a drunk before all of this went down. plus it has a lot of medicinal purposes." she told him as she moved her hair back out of her eyes. she gave him a peice of cloth. "you might want to bite down on that, this is going to hurt a lot. she said. she ignored her dog as he came lumbering into the room, looking at the man on the floor. he growled a little, then laid down by the door.


    mclane took in one last deep breath. she had never really done this before, but she wasn't about to tell him that. as quickly as possible she reached into the wound and quickly pulled the bullet. she set it on the ground, then quickly began to stitch him and bandage him. "you mind tell me how you got shot in the first place?" she said as she leaned against the wall little light headed herself.

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    the male wasn't even sure if he was talking to a real person or not at this point. sure they responded, but his head could respond too, in different voices even! it made the male huff and roll his head a little bit from side to side in slight confusion. the male wanted to touch her; to make sure she was real. but, he figured it wouldn't be all that good to just reach out and touch this lady.


    when the woman spoke about her father, asher hummed softly. "i didn't have a dad. born into the military, raised by the general... learned english from doctor suess books. do you know how long it took me to realize that a 'wocket in my pocket' was not a thing that could ever happen? i'm still getting over it..." the male chuckled.


    he felt the pressure of her doing something, but couldn't, for the life of him, understand what she was doing. with a soft, gentle huff, he wet his lips and hummed softly. "my best friend turned. knew him for fifteen years. had to kill him on the spot. apparently, someone thought that i was just going around killing humans, so they shot me. i dunno why truly, but whatever."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: Avenir; font-size: 12px; color: black; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;]mclane gave him a small nod. she took in a deep breath. "this is going to hurt. i'm sorry." she told him softly. "a lot." she said. she wished he would just take the whiskey, but it was his choice. she looked at nero who still stood guard at the door. i just hoped this guy wouldn't scream to loud an attract all the no-brains in the area.


    "okay." she said as she took another sip of the whiskey. "one, two..." she stopped at to and quickly pulled the bullet out of him. she immediately started to put pressure on the wound. she pulled out some disinfectant and quickly poured it over the wound then wrapped a cloth around it.

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    the male fell completely silent when she spoke again. it was the combination of the pain he was already in, and the pain of something being torn from his body. either way, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out. it stayed that way for a few seconds, but the male clenched his teeth and let out an animalistic growl instead of the scream that wanted to escape.


    after a while had passed and he had gotten slightly used to the pain, he exhaled and took some deep breaths as well, making very little noise. "what's your name?" he asked through gritted teeth.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: Avenir; font-size: 12px; color: black; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;]my bright blue orbs stared at him, they were full of concern and worry. i didn't know why i was so worried. i just didn't like for people to die right in front of me when i knew there was something to do about it. "mclane." i said softly as i leaned against the wall still staring at him.


    i looked toward nero who was now laying down looking less alert, but was still on guard. "that's nero." i said as i pulled my backpack close to me. i pulled out some water and gave it to the guy laying on the ground in front of me. "everyone i know, or knew, has gone north. why haven't you?" i asked. "i mean besides bleeding out on the floor of a drug store." i said.


    i knew there were probably bad people in the area and even more no-brains. i just hoped that they would skip over the drug store, because obviously i wasn't going to be able to move this guy to my truck without hurting him more than he already was.

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    asher continued to breathe slowly, thinking to himself and recuperating before he spoke. she didn't ask for his name back, so he didn't bother saying. if she wanted to know, then she would ask, right? right. it wasn't like they were going to know each other for that long anyway.


    "my military division came here to try and control the virus. turns out i'm more resistant to the whole... not becoming a zombie, thing. my division got infected; i was the only one out of two-hundred that survived. and... yeah, that's my story."


    he didn't continue, because there wasn't a point. going into details would just be putting salt on a wound, and he wasn't in the mood to be in anymore pain; physical or emotional. "why are you by yourself?"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: Avenir; font-size: 12px; color: black; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;]i stared at him. i narrowed my eyes a little bit. nero rose to his paws and came down and laid next to me. he put his head on my lap and looked up at me. i gently petted his head, then kissed the top of his head. my eyes became even more narrow.


    was he claiming to be immune? that wasn't possible, i didn't choose to believe it, so i just pushed past it. i ran my fingers between nero's ears. "i can't bring myself to leave. i like it here. it's my home. it's always been my home."


    i tilted my head to the side. "i told you my name, normally people exchange names, you know." i reminded him as if i was a mother telling her child to mind his manners and be polite.

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    the male let out a slightly strangled sound. "you seem to forget that i wasn't raised like a normal person. i was taught to kill people before i was taught to pull out chairs for ladies to sit down," he informed her, opening his eyes and looking up at her.


    "but, if it means anything, i'm asher. well, that's what people call me anyway," he shrugged a bit. with a small grunt, he rolled onto his side, staying silent and closing his eyes again. he was really tired, but it would probably be rude to fall asleep on her.


    "well, i can't say i'm more resistant to the virus. i'm just more able to not get infected, you know? kind of careful when it comes to being sick and getting hurt. unless guns are involved, in which case, i'm probably going to be shot a few times."
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