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    brooke smiled and looked him up and down before putting the cig out. "i always wanted to quit, i guess what better time then now" she frowned before pitching the cig butt far away. she nodded at his words and got comfy, "wake me if you need anything" she looked at him once more before getting comfy "and dont go in the room upstairs.. that scene is too much to bear" she frowned before yawning once more and getting comfy and quickly falling asleep, her sides raising and falling with every breathe

    asher

    Ash had been waiting for a good moment. Til they were all together. Settling down, letting their guard down. He shrugged his leather jacket over his shoulders, grabbed the gun from the holster on his back-- semi-automatic-- and took the small, homemade smoke bomb from his pocket. He pulled his mask up over his nose and mouth, goggles over his eyes, and made his way downstairs with the sort of confidence that only a teenager wielding an unnecessary number of weapons could have. He stepped downstairs, his heavy boots making obvious noise, which was too bad, but he wasn't about to sacrifice his sick look for noise. Also, he didn't need the element of surprise.


    He made his way into the main room, glanced around, and in a voice that did its best to sound cool, said "You stole my cigarettes." He took the smoke bomb, and threw it to the ground. It shattered, letting a cloud of dust and smog come out from it. He figured the one who presented the most danger, because he was awake, was the guy, so he lunged towards him, gun in hand, and grabbed him by the shirt, holding up the pistol to his head. "Don't make a fucking move, alright? Don't make a fucking move."


    //Asher is best 10/10 entrence


    Jeremy glanced at Claire, opening his mouth to protest - she needed more sleep, and he didn't mind staying awake alone - but decided against it. Instead, he smiled and nodded, "Alright," before glancing towards Brooke. He was surprised she didn't get angry at him for commenting on her smoking or suggesting she sleep. He rolled his shoulders back, watching her snuggle into his sleeping bag. she must be really tired, then, to be so quick to trust him.

    Perhaps...perhaps he misjudged her, huh? Maybe this might not be so bad -


    Then he heard the footsteps.

    "Son of a -" he began, before smoke enveloped the world. He made a move to grab Claire and shield her, yelling at both of them, "COVER YOUR MOUTHS" because who knew what was in this smoke? But before he could get to the seven-year-old, he felt the tell-tell metallic touch of a barrel on his temple. He froze immediately, swallowing thickly against the intruder's fist. He blinked through the fog, trying to get a look at the guy.

    He'd be lying if he said he wasn't scared.

    But there were two girls he had been roped into protecting, whether he liked it or not.

    He willed the universe for whoever this guy was to not realize Brooke had a gun. Then he willed Brooke to shoot the guy - she could find him through the smoke by sound alone, he bet. Of course, her shooting him would probably end with a new hole in Jeremy's forehead but, again, there was a seven-year-old in here. As much as his instincts scream self-protection, she was the one who needed to be kept safe.


    "Hey man," Jeremy said, slowly, calmly, hoping to buy time for...for whatever it was Brooke and Claire needed to do, "we didn't know you lived here. Or that those were your cigarettes. If you put the gun down, we'll give them back nice and easy." He was no negotiator, but he prayed to god for a miracle anyway, "save the bullets for the zombies, yeah?" he said with a nervous chuckle.



    (c)trexgirl

    ooc: i agree 10/10 entrance lmao




    in: brooke froze and grabbed claire before the stranger saw her laying there, she pulled claire under the blanket and covered her mouth signaling her to stay low and quiet before she snuck behind the guy. her gun cocked she pressed it to the back of his head "i wouldnt do that if i were you" she growled at him coughing the smoke from her lungs. although she was short she had enough strength to keep the gun in place against this guys head. "try shooting him ill blow your damn brains out and not think twice" she tried her hardest to sound larger but she knew it was only moments before the man would notice that she was just barely 5'0 and he could easily over power her

    (double posting because who f'ing cares lol)






    the breeze blew before fading into nothingness. the world outside of the one house where the people gathered was dead silent and any sounds were echoed to the dead creatures that stumbled lazily along. every bark or chirp of a bird that was left behind was brought straight to the ears of the dead. they were growing hungry and began to become even more agitated. they bumped into cars and other objects, not seemingly aware of their surroundings.

    one zombie reached out as a rat crawled along the ground, searching for any scraps of food it could find in this barren world that was once alive. the sun burned down until it was no more and the moon had risen, lighting up the empty world with a silver glow, the dead lay everywhere, crawling or stumbling along for any scraps of flesh that wasnt tainted with death. they preferred live flesh over rotten dead carcasses and it had been only a short week since the outbreak began but half of the world was already dead, the military proved its weakness as they were all picked off.

    more zombies drew nearer and nearer to the house as there was a loud bang and smoke seeped out of the cracks in the house, curiously the undead stumbled towards the house. grasping as the boards and clawing to get to the feast that lay inside, unable due to the few numbers they just slobbered over the boards moaning their undead moans of hunger and disgust. they desperately wanted in but were unable to break down the boards, losing interest they slowly turned and stumbled into the night that was dead silent other then the sounds of bugs and other small creatures that were able to survive without being caught

    ooc: hes a lil shit but he makes a damn good entrance


    ic: Asher had realized months ago, with a disturbing feeling in his stomach, that he wasn't actually afraid to die. So this was really no bother for him. Lucky for Brooke, he was 5'4", so it wasn't actually that hard to reach his head. He realized there was an interesting sort of dynamic going on here. Like some comedy cop movie. They all had guns to each other's heads, waiting for one person to shoot. He laughed behind the fabric mask. "Don't fucking talk down to me, buddy," he said to Jeremy, pushing the barrel of the gun into his head, but not doing anything. He opened his mouth to make his own demands, but realized he didn't have any. Fuck, he didn't even have anything he wanted. He laughed again. Maybe he was going a little crazy from having complete isolation for weeks on end, ever since the rest of his family put a bullet in their heads.


    Asher heard the moans of zombies outside, and felt his hand shaking. He turned to face towards Brooke, with a wild look in his eyes, visible even behind the goggles that he used to protect his eyes. "Fucking do it! You won't. You won't fucking do it." He tried to think of one demand. Goddammit, he had a hostage situation without demands. What the hell kind of murderer was he? "Give me. Give me the lighter. And the pack of cigarettes. And the bullets." If only he had any food left for him to demand to be given back. He was shaking bad, so he swallowed, trying to still his hand. He wasn't scared to kill someone. He wasn't scared.

    brooke noticed his hand trembling and laughed out loud, she knew it was a funny sight, a gun to this strangers head, his gun pressed against anothers, but she couldnt stop. when she regained her breath she looked at him "you dont know what your doing" she smiled before pulling the knife out with her other hand and pressing it to his throat "im not afraid of anything" she spit at him, "if you want shit then youll have to just stay here for now and get along with us" she said looking back to the window where the zombies were hungrily moaning outside but she stopped, pulled the gun and knife down and tossed the cigs and lighter to him. "your not going to shoot him, might as well pull the gun down" she said before adding "im not stupid, i can see you trembling in your boots" she mocked the last part before saying "but the bullets are ours. what are you going to do with hand gun bullets and a semi automatic?" as strongly as she could. not letting the stranger hear the tremble of fear that was rising out of her throat. "im brooke" she added looking him up and down before pulling out a bottle of whiskey from her pocket that she stored there for days. "want a sip?" she asked after taking a long big gulp herself she handed the bottle over, thinking maybe if the guy got loosen up that hed forget about everything and they could possibly slip away unharmed. she kept the gun in her hand aimed at him but not pressed to his skull, hoping that if he so much as moved wrong she would shoot him in the leg or something

    //chokes on blood because me and Brooke are the same height


    Even with a gun to his head, Jeremy couldn't help but mutter, "language" I mean, damn, there was a seven-year old in the room!

    But Jeremy quickly realized as the time went on, that he was growing less scared and more...Oh, shit. Oh, shit, oh shit oh shit he must be going mad! That it! He was turning into a zombie because he was fucking insane! He was goddamn crazy because -

    He felt sympathy for this man.

    For his potential murderer.


    I mean, it was clear this guy wasn't afraid of dying. Not just because he was still a hotshot against brooke but - damn, the guy didn't even ask for food or water. He just wanted the cigarettes. He just wanted relief.

    Maybe Jeremy was ready too much into this.

    Maybe Jeremy was relating too much out of fear - a variation of Stockholm syndrome?

    Or maybe, most likely, Jeremy himself was tripping balls.

    But he kinda wanted to just give this guy a hug.


    Yep, crazy.


    But still, Jeremy let out a sigh, and slowly placed his gun in his pocket while the other young man spat at Brooke. "Want a gronola bar too?" he offered, coughing a bit through the smoke, "I mean, as soon as we give you the bullets and the cigs, you can't just run outside, not with the zombies everywhere. We have some water, too, if you're parched."


    He couldn't help but glare at Brooke when she laughed at him - uh, excuse me? Don't make the gun-maniac angry while it was JEREMY's head he was about to explode! He rolled his eyes at her haughty attitude, though he couldn't help but smile a bit hearing it directed at someone else. She must have been a hoot and a half before the apocalypse. "Y'know what? Go ahead and shoot me now. I'd do it myself sooner or later with Brooke around," he said with a roll of his eyes. Though eh hoped it was obvious he was just joking. Just in case, he added with a nervous glance at the guy's gun, "uh - kidding, by the way. Im kidding - please don't shoot."



    (c)trexgirl

    ooc: hey ill be back in a few hours im going to go see a movie, if something happens like they have to leave the house just play my character (without harming her or killing her)

    ooc: btw everyone this is important: ashers literally like 15. i mean im 17. but ashers still a child bc IM still a child. goddammit.


    Asher didn't move, face hardened. "I'm not shaking because I'm fucking scared of you." The words felt true, maybe truer than they were. The adrenaline was just sending energy through him, ready for a fight that would probably just involve a couple of gunshots. Also, he hadn't eaten in three days, and maybe that was making his aim less steady. He took a deep breath, stepping farther back so he was facing the two of them. When Brooke tossed over the cigarettes and the lighter, he tucked them into his pocket. He didn't put his gun down.


    "D-don't fucking talk down to me," he growled, although the granola bar offer was very tempting and he was very close to taking it. He looked between the two as the smoke started to clear. He felt more exposed as the fog went away. He had to do something. He wasn't a coward. He wasn't afraid. Teeth clenched, he aimed behind Jeremy, and shot a lamp. He'd practiced his aim before, knew weapons well, and so it wasn't hard to cause it to shatter. "I'm not leaving this house. If anyone is, you are."


    //coughs blood same asher same

    Jeremy is seventeen then cus why not - we should really make brief forms for these kids


    The first thing his cop dad taught him was how to use a gun.

    The second thing his cop dad taught him was how to remove someone else of their gun.


    His reflexes weren't the best of the best - he was a damn teen he wasn't a bloody ninja. But he had eaten and drunk more than this boy had, so he had a sharper mind. That and, again, the perks of having a cop dad who liked to take his son out to practice firing a gun was that he knew to recover quickly when there was a blast.

    Flinching back as the gun fired, he put all his focus on his instincts and pounced. Grabbing at Asher's gun arm, he aimed to punch the younger, shorter boy in the face - never letting go of his wrist as he tried to get him to let go. "TINNITUS! Your going to give me tinnitus you son of a bitch!" he roared, though it sounded to him like a whisper with his ears ringing as they were.


    If he was successful and manage to daze the young man, he'd tray and twist his gun arm behind his back and shove him to the ground. Knee on his back, free hand on the back of his neck.




    (c)trexgirl

    Asher was startled his his arm was grabbed, he was grabbed, he was punched in the face and for a moment he felt dazed, surprised his plan hadn't worked-- well, okay, he didn't have a plan, he was just making it up as he went along. He realized, suddenly, he'd dropped the weapon, and he heard another sharp bang as it it the ground, firing, and he used the opportunity to struggle against Jeremy as he twisted him around, aiming to use his foot to kick one of his legs out from under him, but losing his own balance. However, the adrenaline rush kept him from feeling the ache of his nose and made him struggle, a tad wildly, against Jeremy's strength.


    Boom okay reference

    Jeremy M. Hansen


    He winced again as the gun went off. Probably a bad calculation on Jeremy's part...he hoped Brooke didn't get herself shot, but he needed to focus on the boy. "Calm down! Calm down!" he ordered, pulling tighter on the younger boy's arm, "For pete's sake just stop thrashing already!" letting out a grunt as he was nearly bucked off, Jeremy decided it was best to talk quickly, "Look, your not the only open who's going a bit stir crazy on your own, hungry, thirsty and dead inside! We're all stuck in this shit-hole! We can help each other out! You don't have to go through this alone - you don't have to die." he clenched his teeth, reaching into his pocket, and pulling out a granola bar. Ripping into his wrapping and peeling it off as quickly as possible, he hissed, "My name's Hansen. I hate just about everything and only just partnered up with Brooke over there - against my will, I might add - but better than being alone. Now if you'd calm your shit, ill get off"

    Shoving the bar toward's the young man's mouth, like a handler trying to tame a terrified stray dog. Eat a snickers, you're not you when you're hungry. "And this isn't patronizing, this is you needing help and me not wanting to die," he added, "now eat the damn bar!"




    (c)trexgirl

    Claire whimpered and cried as she heard the gun shots going off. She thought it was just like the day her parents ended their own lives. She moved the blanket down and peeked out as she seen Hansen on top of the new stranger. "H..Hansen....w..who is he?" she stuttered shyly as her red curls lay flat against her back.

    Asher stopped kicking and struggling when he realized he wouldn't be able to win like this, he wouldn't be able to fight him off, and he slumped to the ground. He changed his strategy, trying to wriggle away, spat "Fuck you!", and only realized after a couple seconds that Hansen was talking to him. He leaned as far away as he could, but stopped fighting, still shaking, the adrenaline rush still present. He thought his nose might be bleeding. He listened to Hansen, chest moving up and down rapidly as he gasped for breath after the fight. He... wasn't being... hostile. Something in him suspected this was a trick. Some sort of ruse to get him to surrender his weapons, his house, the shit in his room. He treated it with suspicion.


    However, when Hansen offered-- or, forced upon him-- the granola bar, he paused for a second. Still not speaking, he pulled the mask over his nose and mouth down around his neck, and snatched it from Hansen's hand, eating the bar with a lot of enthusiasm, since he hadn't eaten anything for so long. If anything, it didn't do much for his hunger-- it just made his stomach, which he had started to get used to being empty, suddenly ache for more. He tossed the wrapper on the floor, and glared up at Hansen. "Let me up. I won't try shit."


    "Language!" he exclaimed, quite hypocritically but whatever. He watched the boy as he relaxed, then snatched at the granola bar, eating it in a flash. "Slow down, you're going to make yourself sick," he sighed, briefly wondering how the hell his day turned out like this - being bossed around by a red-head then feeding his would-be-murderer. Theres a time for everything in the zombie apocalypse.

    He hesitated a moment, before saying, "forgive me if I don't believe you right away," before getting off him. Kicking the boy's gun to the far corner of the room, out of reach, "ill let you get that back once you're not frothing at the mouth, in the meantime-" pulling his backpack near, he pulled out another bar and snagged a water bottle from Brooke's supply and tossed both of them to the boy, "What's your name?"


    He glanced over at Claire, letting out a breath of relief to see she hadn't gotten hurt when the bullet went off. At her question, he glanced back to the younger boy. Sitting down, though with a bit of caution, Jeremy said, "Yeah, what she said - who exactly are you and what the hell's up with that smoke grenade?"




    (c)trexgirl

    Claire quickly got up and ran to hide behind Jeremy. She kept peeking around him to see the stranger but she didn't feel safe with him around at all. "H..Hansen....?" she asked wanting his attention as she held the bear closer to her.

    Asher scrambled away from Hansen as soon as he got off of him, pressing his back against a wall. He pulled away the goggles he'd used to protect his eyes from the smoke, leaving red lines on his face. He felt an uncomfortable lump in his throat as the adrenaline wore off and all the aches came to him. He swallowed it, and hardened himself. He couldn't show weakness. He couldn't let this guy keep treating him like he was 12. He was barely any older than Asher was, anyway. He should baby the actual 7-year-old instead, kid seemed freaked the hell out. He accepted the second granola bar, and just to spite Hansen, ate it just as fast as the last. He'd puke on him if he did throw up, but he was pretty sure he didn't have enough in his stomach to do more than dry retch.


    He sipped at the bottle of water as he sat, and wiped his bloody nose with the sleeve of his leather jacket. He was glad he'd thought to wash it before putting it back on after what it'd been through. It would be ironic to have zombies unable to bite him that got him when he wiped his nose. "I'm Asher," he said, voice low, still threatening, defensive. He wasn't ready to let his guard down yet. "I live here. I made the smoke bomb." The canister was actually a soda can, but he had painted it black, to make it look cooler, basically. When he said that, he sounded kind of proud of himself.