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

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    The year is 2043, the land has been overrun by zombies.

    The outbreak began in 2020, when a young man contracted an unknown disease from a dying animal he encountered on the side of the road. Once he got back to civilization he began to infect everyone, women and children.
    The goal here, is to get along without killing your group-mates and to treat one another like family and continue to stay alive.
    These zombies aren't like any you've seen before, they have strategy.
    Watch your young.


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    Wake Up

    STAY, YOU'RE NOT GONNA LEAVE ME

    Carter had her hair tied back, pulled into a tight bun so it didnt get caught on the man branches in this forest. She knew better than to be out by herself, but being the rebellious little shit that she was she didnt like to listen to other people. So now, here she was in this situation. Carter leaped over a log in the middle of her path, grunting as her boot caught on a branch attached to the log and she landed on the forest floor with the air knocked out of her. She bit down on her lip and crawled into the log, trying to remain silent so the hoard would pass. Her gun didn't have enough bullets for this many of the diseased. Fuck she cursed silently in her head, wishing she had brought more than just her pistol.

    not really sure where to have athens because they're literally about to head off to her base in the old thread ^^;; //
    (Sorry I just woke up too so I'm a little befuddled)

    Vairion RP





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    The black haired beauty tightened her grip on the katana that was strapped across her slender back, obsidian hair cascaded in front of a tanned feminine face as blue eyes with a green hue flicked about, that was until they landed on Carter whom had went out on her own yet again. But she couldn't yap at the other girl since she had left on her own as well but it was mainly just to get her mind off of things like the fact that she was a naturally aggressive being with intense physical strength to the point that she hurt people without even trying to. Because of that her strength was valued but she despised it, she felt like a monster who would lose her control and kill everyone she holds dear to her. Vairion was never a brotherly figure to the younger girl though he did help her try to control her rage since he had figured out how to take care of his own aggression, she held jealousy towards him for that but she did appreciate the help he offered for her cause. The female edged closer to Carter in silence while her eyes looked over the horde, the other women obviously didn't have enough ammunition. "So...whatcha wanna do? Head back or try to get through?" She whispered softly to Carter as she unsheathed the long katana from its sheath, the wicked silver blade glinted in the morning light as blue eyes twinkled with excitement, she was a adrenaline junky and enjoyed a good rush

    Wake Up

    STAY, YOU'RE NOT GONNA LEAVE ME

    Carter smirked over at the second female and shook her head, "Lets fight through this one, I'm so done with this hoard. I'm sure I've seen that one about three times already." She stated and pointed at a specific zombie and stuck out her tongue. "I don't like that one, he's quick and somehow he doesn't get caught." Carter shook her hair out for a second, the end of her ponytail hitting the side of her face and aimed her pistol at the zombie's head and fired. She hit it straight on in the face, blowing a chunk off and watching it fly and hit the tree behind it.


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    Adaline smiled roguishly as a sadistic glint entered her narrowed orbs, with a lung she entered the fray with a quick thrust of her katana, a rotting head twirled in the air before hitting the bloody forest ground with a dull thud as she moved onto her next victim with precision. Thanks to hours of practice with Vairion she had honed in on her physical strength to help with her unique capabilities, she's a head strong femme who won't take no as a answer but most avoided the fearsome women as she could be quite snappy at times. She weaved through the undead with ease, her katana slicing through weak flesh as if slicing though bread. She was skilled with blades but her half brother had also enhanced her favorite weapon by sharpening it but by also replacing the blade with a sleeker, stronger metal. The handle had a spiked tip so when a zombie came too close she would nail the rotting corpse upside the head so that the skull would concave in and the damn corpse would finally die.

    closely shorn hair gave off little gleam, less than the scalp beneath. a chest rose and fell, stuttering in pain as the owner sat in a half crouch, holding a torn arm. her eyes glistened with bright unshed tears, she didn't cry, crying was incentive to weakness. her breath rattling wetly in her throat and lungs athabasca hugged the wall of her compound. the bastards had nearly caught her this time. even among the surviving it seemed racism still ran strong, or was that just the will to survive?


    she would sooner ponder a less messy fate than to be ravaged by the deceased lumbering around. lifting her palm she stifled a wail of pain as blood gushed from the gaping wound on her arm. nearby, in the woman's lonely compound in the city dump, or rather city's-edge dump, a group of kids had taken up refuge. they were obviously young and afraid, and didn't know how to work a gun much less a knife but fear made them strong and dumb decisions the right choice. she had gone to check up on them and they had thought her for the dead as she could no longer wash off the dead's blood from her own body without risk of infection in the city water or exposure in a stream. the city dump covered her own scent, so the damned monsters couldn't track her, unless they were in her compound. right now, the blasted things all came to the summons of one of their own's shriek as it picked up her blood trail.


    her breath coming quicker she fumbled for the pistol at her side, a weapon she never liked. right now she hid in the closed cab of one of the heavy machinery pieces in her dump. her blood was still leaking but it was beginning to go sluggish and form a clot but she knew that the scent would remain strong. there was no way in the name of all that was good that she would be able to get to the automobile junkyard a few miles out of town on foot with the amount of blood she had lost and the fact that there would be a charging horde on her heels. all she could hope for is to hit the explosive minefield on the sides of the hills around the dump and have a merciful death.

    ooc: oh cool i guess this is the new thread. venture i hope this post is cool with you


    Blair was a close friend of Athena, although they usually didn't stay at the dump. Typically they stayed in a cozy tent at the main camp, but these were special circumstances. By special circcumstances, that meant kids. Blair wasn't exactly the best around kids because they were messy, smelly, chaotic little things trapped inside a small body, and that went against everything they enjoyed. Not to mention, Blair wasn't sure they cound handle it if they witnessed a child being eaten alive by one of the undead. Athena asked them to stay at the dump with her and the kids for a few days until they were comfortable enough to wander by themselves and not be killed. Blair would do anything Athena asked.


    Blair was a particularly skilled scout for the group to they point they could leave for days and come back with an abundance of supplies, and the last time they were out they noticed signs a horde would be passing through. Athena had left earlier and wasn't back, even though she had said she would be back by that time in the afternoon. Blair bit their lip then looked down at the scared faces of the children, "Stay here, I'm going after Athena. If you hear anything at alll coming from outside that doesn't sound alive, run to the other room." Their look and voice were forceful, and the children nodded in both worry and understanding.


    Blair gripped their crowbar and pistol, both were their personal favorite weapons to use because of the ease and extra uses. Of course, Blair didn't have a full mag because bullets were a precious commodity, but it was enough to make a nice dent in a horde that might be outside. After carefully leaving the shelter in the dump they eased outside and went on the hunt for their friend by following the sounds of the wailing dead in the distance.

    athena bit down on her lip as she heard nails scratching on the metal outside of her hide out. making probably the bravest decision she could at this point the woman reached to the door that still stood open after her mad scramble. feeling sick to her stomach at the gross moans and wails outside at the foot of the machine she staggered to her knees.


    she couldn't help the startled scream that tore loose from her lungs as she came face to arm of a zombie. there wasn't much thought as her body went into survival mode, the butt of her pistol slamming into the monster's face as she scrabbled for the machine door. unbeknownst to the woman who fought the beast from her safe place a hand was sneaking into the space, one of the other zombies.


    letting out a moan of her own she wrenched the door closed, having given her invader a strong shove. she gasped and jerked away as with a sickening crunch the door slid shut, oiled by the infected blood. laying on her side of the door was half of an arm, a sick arm. slumping into the chair against her back she felt the sudden urge to cry. it wasn't as if she hadn't seen death before or killed the living, it still shook her and hurt her to kill them or see the effects of the dead.


    bringing her knees up to her chest she tried to ignore the screaming and gutteral yelling of the diseased as they rushed to gorge on two bodies, those of their own. the first belonged to the one who had surprised her who had smashed it's head out on a neighboring machine and the ground. the second was the one with the half arm, eaten alive by comrades for the scent and taste of blood and meat exposed. stuffing her head between her knees she let out rattling breaths as she forced herself to calm down.


    the heart ticking furiously in her chest told her of how bad her fright had been, and the suddenly increased bleeding on her arm included. she held nothing against the children she was looking after with blair, they had been frightened by her. the knife wound was still fresh, a good divut cut from the flesh and deeply too by a stroke of misfortune for her and mixed luck for both her and the kids.


    as she clung to herself in the cab she thought back to blair and the kids. she couldn't really remember when they'd really settled into a steadfast friendship. all she knew is that she was grateful for the friendship they shared. closing her eyes she let her thoughts wander to blair and let herself think. doing this helped her out a lot by giving herself a purpose. she couldn't find a purpose before, and say she'd been in this situation before meeting blair, she would have given up and stayed it out but now she had a reason. and that reason was seeing her friend again, if not to see them than to know they were okay.


    athabasca shivered as the howling softened as the diseased gorged and meandered off slowly as her scent mingled with the eaten. she had perhaps gone a little too far with thinking of blair and well, she'd be having pleasant dreams tonight god given luck. she stood shakily before collapsing back as the world spun and she with it went on a rollercoaster of scenery. she came too from merciful darkness for a mere moment, finding herself inches from the severed hand and smiled tiredly. content with the chill of metal against her burning body the woman mistook the hand for that of blair's in the few rare cases they touched one another or whenever they fixed stray away hairs, or much rather in her case being checked for head wounds.


    (i like it ^^ -- she's got a dreamers mind for sure and likes to do a lot of daydreaming)

    Blair followed the sounds of howling and moaning that echoed around the dump. Staying here for long periods of time trained their hearing in some way that let them know where a large amount of zombies came together. They had to be following something - it could be a dog that wandered in, but they had the vaguest idea that it had to be Athena. They didn't want to think about the implications of that - their friend trapped in the dump surrounded by zombies, or being eaten as they ran.


    It wasn't long before they were right by the source of the noise and staring at a mob of 15 zombies huddling and clawing at a long-dead machine. They stopped to watch and noticed something moving on the inside - a dark, familiar face and hand. Then a shriek that made them jump. It was Athena! Blair growled, and in a fit of anxious rage, they charged forward with her crowbar and bashed in the back of the heads of 3 stragglers. There were 12 left, and they all turned to see what made the noise.


    There were about 7 still munching on the body of their fallen comrade, 3 scratching against the machine, and 2 wandering farther away. The ones pounding on the machine lurched after them, and they swung at the first, it's fallen body making a sickening thud as it hit the ground. The second that came had the crowbar jammed in its eye socket. When the next couple came too close they turned and ran a few steps away, making sure they didn't get close enough to bite. The goal was to keep Athena safe so she could escape and to make it out alive at the same time.


    The short run grabbed further attention and now 8 zombies were directly on their tail. Finally they pulled out their pistol, brought it up to eye level, aimed, and quickly shot at the heads until only 2 zombies were left. With a relieved sigh, Blair nonchalantly went up to the zombies and stabbed their crowbar through their heads, They surveyed the area to make sure they were finally alone with the fallen dead, and their previously-trapped friend, "Athena? Is that you in there?"

    who else can scream like that? she croaked, her voice muffled and dulled as she remained where she was, i need more than a little help getting this door open without falling though. she responded as she slowly dragged herself up using the chair. the kids knifed me earlier thinking i was a dead one, to be fair i look like a dead one, but ive lost a lot of blood. that's why they were chasing me. you don't know just how much having you out here is a blessing to me. she rambled on, sitting in the chair now.


    taking a short break to catch her breath she forced herself upright as weak as she was and fought for the door and forced it open weakly, barely remembering to release the door from her grip. swaying where she stood she got an intense moment of vertigo, sh-t. she groaned as she turned her head, her lunch making an untimely exit. coughing following that lovely incident she peered down at the dead smashed bodies below. turning slowly she began her descent, dizzy and lightheaded. she had no other option than to go slow, at least coming down she had too.


    landing she looked over at Blair with unfocused eyes before she focused on them, if i fall, leave me and get your ass to safety. ive still got my pistol on me, it's got a few bullets. remember that deadpool movie from forever ago? ill do something like that. she snorted, coming over to her with her good hand over the gash in her arm. she couldn't help the eyes looking over blair, not really sure this time if in appreciation or checking for wounds like normal. when she found her gaze lingering slightly she decided on the first and cleared her throat, good, they didn't hurt you. or else id have to kill every damn zombie here and make sure i never let you go to far from my sight and make sure that everything knows you belong to me. she added in thought, more than a little startled at her own thoughts and the protectiveness and posesiveness in them. blinking a little she gave a wayward and weary smile. let's go home.

    OOC: after this post i'll wait for someone else before i reply so we don't flood the thread


    Blair was incredibly relieved to finally know that Athena was alright... in the survival sense of the word. That didn't account for the nasty slice on the arm though, and it would have to be taken care of, quickly. Blair hurried over and helped their friend out of the vehicle, wondering just how she got in there in the first place - it must have been the adrenaline.


    "To be fair, they are terrified kids. When we get back let's be sure to hide the kitchen knives, and I'll keep mine on me at all times so they don't get any more crazy ideas," Blair's face contorted slightly with disgust at the display of sickness, then covered their mouth with one hand and patted Athena's back with the other as she barfed her last meal, "I'll be sure to patch you up when we get back. Just keep it raised and hold your hand over it to hold off the bleeding." To make sure their friend was steady they put their arm around her waist and walked together with her.


    Blair glanced at her every once in a while with concern, "If you fall, I'll carry you and bring you back. You saw me take care of those things just a second ago. You're safe with me. I'm glad you're okay and haven't been bitten." they smiled with reassurance then glanced around to make sure the coast was clear for any other zombies

    have the feeling it'll be an odd while for that to occur but i agree //


    athena leaned into them with a deep and pained groan, damnit. i was really close to being bit, damn my slow reflexes. she rasped as she levied her weight to be evenly distributed. face warm at the physical touch she initiated the stumbling walk back to the compound. she could only agree with blair's ideas of hiding the knives. letting out a soft moan as the world rolled and bucked with each step she closed her eyes, relying on blair to guide them both.


    returning without further incident she clamped her mouth shut to stop making the soft noises, her face still damp from the tear tracks of earlier. her hand covered the slowly bleeding wound, her heart squeezing in her chest, a-ah, home finally. she rasped as she entered the compound and barely got the door closed before another wave of dizziness hit hard. finding the bed she shared with blair now, she sat down heavily on the edge and held her head as the world lurched with and vengeance.


    just gonna ... lay down ... yeah ... too dizzy. she groaned, lifting her good arm to cover her eyes before sighing at the blessed darkness as she laid back on the bed. after a moment she toed off her shoes and forced herself onto her belly, head on the bed. she gazed at Blair from bleary eyes, blaming her blood loss on her next words. yknow you must be an angle right? im no religious busybody but i must have done something good to be gifted by you. you're a blessing in every way, because you've given me something to look forward to coming home too. even if you don't stay here all the time, i have something to live for.


    I only pray that I didn't clip your wings when you began to stay here. I'm not a good person but you still chose to befriend me. and you're so beautiful and graceful, you must be an angel. .. she mumbled, her eyes unfocused but trying before she closed them.

    Wake Up

    STAY, YOU'RE NOT GONNA LEAVE ME

    Carter whipped out her knife and was able to drive it into multiple skulls. Her grin only widened as she kicked a member of the hoard in the chest, knocking it to the ground so she could shoot her last bullet into it's forehead. "We should get going soon, I'm out of ammo and all I have is this hunting knife!" she called out to Adaline.


    //low muse

    (Don't know what to start with but!)


    Hayla stood in the middle of the compound tossing her machete at the ground, she felt bad about watching that woman get shanked for looking dead. But then again it was her own failure to announce herself before hand. The dark skin child tossed her machete one last time when the two of the adults known as Blair and Athena ..Athena being the one she watched get hurt, Hayla watched as they went to their room silently cursing. Shrugging she turned away with her blade safely in its sheath criss crossing her father's long machete. Hayla thought about escaping like the other two girls she watched leave. I mean why not..children was baby hear and she didn't like it much. Maybe some fresh zombie head rolls will work some tension.

    You're wrong. It's not the world that's messed up; it's those of us in it. Yes, some ghouls walk a path that leaves sorrow in their wake, but just like humans, we can choose a different path altogether. We have a lot to learn, both your kind and mine. We need to stop fighting, and start talking. Because when it comes to the state of the world, you can't point your finger at ghouls or humans. We're all to blame. ~~Kaneki Ken~~

    OC:okay so I haven't on here since the big . My characters may be a little choppy at first and short. Eventually I will have longer ones.


    IC:


    Em


    She was with her brother searching for a couple supplies for a two day trip. They were going out to gather some more supplies and to see if there happened to be any new weapons. They were in their hide out they made from a n underground bunker they found. Em had the left side to herself for activities while Jason had the right. They set up a section of it as a training area for close combat.


    Jason


    He was helping his sister find supplies they needed for the trip and practicing close combat. He tossed her a couple bottles of water, three cans and a few essentials they used to mask their smell from animals. He made sure Em could catch each one. Once she was done packing the bags they were off. He smothered out any light they used in the bunker and grabbed two extra flashlights. He put one in the netting of his sisters and one in his. Soon they were out of the bunker and Em was scouting the area quickly. Jason tightened and hid the enterance and they were off. On their way they killed a few zombies and kept an eye on a few who were watching from a distance.


    Sucking in a breath she shook her head, the children, where are they? i pray the zombies didn't get in ... she murmured trying to sit up and flying off into a stream of cusses in her native tongue, the woman getting her legs off the bed before stopping. ah, crap. just go check on them please? i can wait. she growled gently, her head hanging as the dizziness came back. she was really regretting the choice of sitting up, and her words to blair. through the ringing of her ears she heard movement out from their concealed bed, one of the children she prayed. she had no clue if it was a child or a zombie but prayed on the first, main room ... she mumbled.


    a few months back athena had made a deal with the children she'd encountered around her hideout far away from the group with which blair stayed in a junkyard miles out. the deal was that she would find them food, give them shelter and teach them to survive if they helped her with clearing out the zombie infestation, and gathering what they needed to support the large group in the junkyard. athena herself made traditional medicines of herbs and other things, taught to her by her mother years ago before her death.

    Getting back to the bunker was the nicest thing that happened that day. At that point, they knew Athena would be alright, and they could begin to teach these kids how to survive around here without . . . repeating the same unfortunate accident that happened this morning. They situated her onto the bed, but didn't expect the flood of compliments to come from her. Their face glowed red, and the warmth continued down her body. It wasn't embarrassment, instead, it was comforting, "I'm not just an angel, I'm your guardian angel. You have not clipped by wings. But I'm taking care of this first since I don't know how long this has been bleeding." In that instant they had the urge to kiss her, but thought her delirious state was not to be taken advantage of. Still, she bent down and kissed the woman on the cheek, then went to get her supplies.


    Blair knew Athena kept and made poultices for these sorts of situations since formal medicines made by the doctors of long ago were basically impossible to find - let alone working like they should. First they grabbed their bag to get a canteen, a belt, and a sewing kit, then grabbed the medicine from the other room. They returned with the armful of supplies and began the work, mostly mumbling, "You're gonna be okay, I know how to do this." First she made a makeshift tourniquet with the belt above the stab wound, then poured water on it to clean as much as possible. Alcohol would be better, but as far as they knew, neither she nor Athena had any. Next came the awful part with that they weren't so confident in doing, the stitching. They steeled themself for the job and bit down on their cheek to hold back any grimaces, then began stitching. It was far from perfect, but it would work. When it was done Blair could finally breathe again. They smeared the area with the poultice and wrapped it in a cloth for it to hold.


    With a sigh they stood up and looked down at the job, "There, that should work for now. And NOW I will check on the kids."

    Hayla stood in place for a moment listening to the silence..which normally soothe the kid but.. Gurgling and moana broke the tranquility when the morons followed that nifty scent trail Athena must have left off. Of course zombie would follow..they knew with one came many more. Hayla knew she was okay but subconsciously drew her weapons and took a higher perch. Climbing the nearest truck she watched as the hissed and growls. Leaning back she aimed her machete at the gate. First one who breaks in was going to have a rude awakening.