you really suck at goodbyes, you know that? (zombie apocalypse, roleplay thread)

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Class is about to start so i'll actually post somethin later

Blair was nowhere near camp, in fact, they were maybe 10 or 20 miles away rummaging through an old cabin. Blair was always prone to going very far off in order to search for items. The bright side of that meant they found some things that were very useful, like ammunition, canned foods, and medicine, but the downside was that nobody would know where they were if anything happened. A thought fluttered through their head that this was dangerous, but just like every time they went out, they had to push the thought away and remind themself that they've been doing this for years.

They entered silently with their weapon of choice in hand - a crowbar with a grip wrapped around the straighter edge. On their hip was an old 9mm Reuger, but there were low on ammo, and the forest was too big and mysterious to use such a loud weapon while alone. As far as they could see nobody was home. They closed the door behind them, backed themself into a corner, and tapped on the back wall to call attention. They heard a low moan and a scuffle on the floor and a minute later an old zombie that's skin was practically dripping off lurched in the doorframe opposite to themself. They listened for a moment longer - there was no other zombies as they could tell, just this one that came out of hiding. They took a couple steps, reared back, and smashed the crooked end of the crowbar down on the zombie's head. It fell to the floor with a loud thump, and then there was silence. Blair knocked louder on the wall, but there was nothing.

They began to rummage around the dusty cabin, starting in the main room. There was some firewood, and Blair made a mental note to grab that before they left. There was a moth-eaten blanket on a tiny sofa with little else to grab, and it was best to grab something that wasn't about to fall apart or release moth larvae. The rest of the room was disappointing. The next room over was a tiny bedroom with a bed, blankets, and a chest. Blair cracked open the chest and found a nice jacket that looked like it could have been a hunting jacket, a hatchet, and some fishing wire. They grabbed all of it out of the chest and headed outside to pack it into the back of jeep they drove around in to make it so far away. They could hear another zombie, but it was too far off to actually be a danger, so long as they were quiet. They made one last trip inside the cabin to grab the firewood and do another look-through of the cabin. Like before, there was nothing. When all was safe and fixed in place, they got in the jeep and drove off back to camp

OOC: my tablet is acting up so i gotta be on mobile for a bit

Blair quickly arrived back at camp in the Jeep. They carefully parked around the wall of the camp, collected the items and went inside to store what they found in the collective community Supply area. After thinking on it further, they grabbed the jacket that they found and headed off to find Chris. In their mind, Blair imagined that Eva-Lyn could always use another jacket to prepare for the colder season. Blair always knew that Chris would be in the shop working on cars and headed there first - they were lucky enough to find him bent over an armored truck.

Blair knocked on the wall then stepped closer to the much taller man, "Hey Christoffer, I found something I think you may like." They held up the jacket in front of their face for a moment before lowering it, "I thought maybe Eva could use a sturdier one; it's getting colder out by the day."

Blair smiled at him but had a hard time keeping eye contact - beautiful faces were intimidating and his was particularly nice,"It's no problem, really. I'm happy to help the group," they looked for a place to put down the jacket, but since there was no apparently-clean place they decided to keep holding onto it, "The trip was really nice. I found this old cabin with this jacket, a hatchet, some fishing line, and some good firewood. It's nothing too important, but it's stuff we could use. I wish I had found some food though..." they looked at the armored truck he was working on, "How's this baby comin' along?"

Blair mentally went somewhere else when Chris started explaining everything about his latest build. They didn't exactly care about care in general, but they liked how enthusiastic Chris was about them, "Wow, I get to drive this baby around now? Woooow..." a wider smile spread on their face when he brought out the motion-charged flashlight, "Oh my God! I can't believe you fixed it! You're a genius! I never have to hunt down batteries again! Thank you so much"

As soon as Blair saw the concern on Chris' face they turned to see the problem. Their Fearless Leader Cassin had a massive bruise down her neck and she looked like she was about to fall over. They literally dropped everything and hurried over to her, "Oh my gosh, what happened?!" real concern and fear tinged their voice as they looked to see what else was wrong with the girl. They waved Chris off so he could find either of the camp's medics then returned their gaze back to Cassin. Blair lifted up on a strap on their tool belt and pulled out a canister of water, "Here. Maybe drinking something will help."