The wind blew silently on the cherry trees...|apocolypse au| THEN EVERYBODY DIED

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Ever grunted as she raised her bow and arrow, firing at random, killing off the walkers one by one. this was gonna be so epic, she could already tell! /rushed + mobile

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Unfortunately there was little time to settle in and start watching those movies like there was no tomorrow, considering anarchy had broken out in her school as the teachers' numbers began dwindling and students began to panic. Parents were dropping by and pulling their students out of school, but Ophelia didn't have parents. She had an uncle though, but she probably wouldn't have one much longer if he didn't show up soon.

Eventually, when some of the teachers began jumping ship themselves, some of Ophelia's friends had convinced her to do the same. They told her that waiting around for her uncle would be death, and that they would all be safer in a large group. So she had left with her group of eleven friends and acquaintances - seven boys, four girls; no one had stopped them.

Now Ophelia was alone. On the first day out, three members of the group had been picked off by zombies. After that, the group had turned skittish and had ended up arguing over the course to travel. Four members ended up leaving the group and heading south, while Ophelia had remained with the other three who had decided to continue on east instead. The next day they had found a gun and ammunitions store. Ophelia had never used a gun before so they spent the rest of the afternoon teaching her and the other boy who didn't know how to handle a gun. They couldn't dwindle long however and just when Ophelia was beginning to feel a little comfortable with a gun in her hand, they had taken off again.

About four, or five days after that (Ophelia had lost count in all the chaos) they were ambushed and forced to run into an ally that ended in a tall fence. Ophelia had been boosted over first, the other girl after, and then she watched as one of the boys ended up throwing the other to the zombies as a distraction while he too, scaled the fence. It had been a frightening sight to witness and raised a few questions in her mind. Would she be next? Deciding that she couldn't take the chance, she had taken the first watch that night and had slipped out once the remaining pair had fallen into a deep sleep.

Now, she was wandering alone, unsure of where to go next. Her uncle was most likely dead and she had no other relatives or friends to turn to. Of course, she could still try catching up to that group had went south but they had parted ways days ago; there was no telling how far they might have gotten by now. Disheartened and utterly lonely, she eventually camped down in an apartment on the first floor - she was too frightened to clear the rest of the building. While she waited for something, anything, she hoarded supplies of food, weapons, and ammunition in her apartment, sneaking out everyday for more supplies to add to her collection.

Currently, the sepia-coloured haired girl was laying low behind a car, keeping a careful watch out for zombies and any other potential dangers. Other people she had come to realise, were not always to be trusted and as Ophelia was watching another girl lay waste to the zombies, she wished that she could talk to another survivor, but at the same time, was not willing to trust a complete and utter stranger.

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Making up her mind with a grimace, she turned to the ginger haired girl. "We should get away," she advised the other girl, reaching out to gently tug on the sleeve of her white lab coat. "It's easy to get trapped in a location like this. I know a safer place." She paused, remembering to introduce herself as well, "I'm Ophelia, by the way." Blinking, she paused again before adding, "We should hurry." There was the undertone of urgency in her voice.

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height: 105%; font-size: 12px;][justify]♡ Winnie, had never had much experience with her schoolmates, she was usually the oddball, the one left out. Despite her young nature, and her immaturity, the eighth grader always had an interest in gore, death, and monsters. They all intrigued her. Perhaps, that was why the school despised her? Her classmates always shooting her dirty looks, complaining, but, this outbreak? Her bullies vanishing off the face of the earth, her friends and teachers leaving, and here Winnie was, all alone. Her parents were dead, and she had nobody to pick her up.

Pacing around the schoolyard, the tall child gripped onto a small handgun, it was a pastel pink, coated with stickers. Although, she was far too young, the blonde girl picked a smoke, huffing in the taste before throwing it out into the fields surrounding her school, watching them ignite, hopefully that would rid this place of the countless zombies that roamed the area. Hoping onto her rose hued bike, the girl zoomed away, only to find herself nearby the group of survivors.

Approaching them, she raised her handgun, weary of whom they may be, before ultimately deciding they were safe. Standing behind them, the tall and lean female placed her gun into her pocket, before speaking. "Winnie." She stated, shifting her gaze onto the ground below. "May I ask where?"