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

staring down the woman looked around. would she have to wait this horde out? she hoped not. she had food going for the others back at their central work place. breathing out she was relieved that the foods she had been hunting out were now safe in her knapsack. today she had gone to scout out food stuffs for the others, a gift of gratitude. climbing down from her perch she crept along in small and large strides as the parasites crowded one of their deceased comrades. her breath came fast as she maneuvered through the old junk yard she had taken up safety in. she didn't live with the others in a conventional way. she lived out in the middle of the yard in the big industrial building that had once held big pieces of machinery now standing out in the yard like sentries.

she had been living there since the virus spread, unwilling to leave when the others came by. they knew of her but didn't much notice her as she left little things for them. her attention had been drawn to a few of their people though, to someone named Blair as Ath had learned from spying on them. it would be a shame for the others to leave. she wanted to make friends with the individual and would knowingly feel a gap if the others left. she frowned as she crept up a pile of junk, avoiding the parasites as they swarmed through the yard.

hopping over a fence the young woman jogged the distance to the camp that the others had set up, her breath puffing. technically her home was on an acreage but she didn't trust the older house, too frightened by the creaks and groans to stay there, not to mention the thought of bears and wolves.

(Where is the camp exactly? In city or out of city?)

Jules smiled, placing his hand on hers and kissing her, once again. Now completely confident, the boy seemed to stand taller, prouder as he held Carter. As if he had found what would keep him alive

omg the cringe. sorry lmao.

Cassin, frustrated again stood up, this time more slowly and stormed off to her own tent, sitting down in her cot as she moved the ice pack from her head. It was cold to say the least so she would keep it off for a few minutes, making sure the bruise wouldn't sting from being too cold.

oh okay thanks! //

Athabasca slowed her jog as she came within distance of the settlement. looking at the wall of cars she made a face before wriggling through a gap she could fit into and dropped her bag inside. crawling through she popped up and took up her bag once more. shivering with a wave of cold she walked around the edges of the camp, silently. she was known but barely, just as somebody who brought little things like food items from animals that had been caught.

sorry not many sentences but im on a time limit //

Maybe an interaction between him and Ath? As in she might kill him or something? It's up to you heh ^^;; //

Ath crept along as she searched out a place where she could deposit her goods, always searching out a new area to keep it safe. for the way she moved with a loping gait one could mistake her for a parasite in the sense her gait was interrupted from an old injury to her knee. some days she couldn't move because of the level of the pain.

stiffening at the call-out her shoulders pitched in surprise. letting out a breath she lowered her shoulders before tossing her head left to right to crack her neck. she turned around, the woman's back straightening as she stepped forward to better see Blair, a while it has been but not much has changed here. she murmured in response before turning her head. her one eye fixed on Blair taking them in as she did a visual search for injuries. she huffed, any cases? i found new medicines. not expired, at least not the ones i tested. some rat poison too, to chase the vermin away.

standing with her weight to one side the colored woman was visibly tense and uncomfortable inside the camp's walls. she proffered the knapsack she carried, half my loot. close to the three fourths. don't need much alone. you've been safe? she wanted to know, her eyes glinting with her concern as she looked at them again. making a noise she stepped a little closer to play with some of Blair's flyaway hairs. she was intent on fixing the flaw, coming closer before flashing a radiant smile of glee as the hairs finally stuck in place. she realized how close she was and stepped back, rubbing her neck before digging something out and half shoving it at Blair. what she handed over was and sketchbook and a notebook albeit maybe a little bloody. she flushed, too plan and destress. i can find more. she rumbled awkwardly as she moved the sack to higher up her arm and wrung her hands in anxiety.

(she likes giving Blair gifts and feels accepted more so with them and just wants Blair to be comfy and safe) //

busy. bored. hunting. she shrugged, rubbing her shoulder. when she had first come to the others she had been dying and had lost a lot of blood. she had been mauled, not by the 'parasites' as she called them but by a pack of dogs. they had no food and had turned savage she had explained as they patched her up. she was the most decent looking meal they would have had in weeks possibly months. she averted her eyes and the question of the medicines, my ma had taught me. i made them. i can make more, i just need the right things. they aren't as strong as modern medicines. they are tribal medicines, passed along from my ma's tribe. she answered shyly, rubbing at her shoulder still. it had been nearly two months since their initial meeting, and it seemed as if the shoulder still bothered her.

very little herbs grow in the junkyard. what does, i collect, and the rest i hunt. deer come to the city borders. bring more next time? she questioned, motioning to the knapsack. inside were portions of meat, the occasional hare and mainly fowl.

(shhhhhhhh ^^;; they'd make great friends [and a better ship given time] -- she drops her quality in english when she's excited [she loves hunting deer])

She turned her head slightly in interest as they spoke, eyes glittering. a journey for supplies? she hummed, admiring their thought for the future. the safest place would be the city. horses and vehicles create loud noises. a plane too. we could set up a system to get into the city ... she murmured, dropping off into her own personal mind for a few moments before shaking it off. shifting her shoulders she nodded, I'll go. will it be just us? or will the others want to come with? she asked out of plain curiosity. she sighed gently, coming up with a plan, would you like to see around my home? it's of a distance but if you'd like i could show you around it so you could have some place to wait for me when you find what day you want to leave. or you could wait here too. she murmured, flushed.

okay ^^ //

ooc just tracking for now because i have no clue how to interpret a 14-year-old into this as of now
like could i get a recap please?? if everyone's outside of camp or something he could sneak out and someone could find him and he'd be in deep doo-doo

(Athabasca and Blair are talking of going on a trip by Blair's tent and I think Victor is in the woods, drunk and depressed) //

bump bc i want this to succeed; =; i luv this idea soo //

Athabasca looked at Blair in quiet admiration before looking away from the person she found intriguing and friendly. The idea of a trip made her nervous but she made the journey to the camp anyways, so she didn't know why she felt so anxious about this trip. Shaking her head the woman rubbed at her arm anxiously.

Low muse //