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    //no worries silver~ and omgg Asher is the absolute best - first the shoes and now painting the can black just to be cooler Freakin love this guy


    "It's alright kiddo, the guys harmless," Jeremy said gently, glancing briefly over his shoulder at Claire as she hid behind him. She patted her head gently, before looking back at the boy. Asher, his name was. He lived here? All by himself? He looked around at the borded up windows. That explains that, then. "Sorry for trespassing, then. The first house we saw we kinda just ran in. Running from the undead and all that tends to make one less cautious about breaking and entering laws," he rested his elbow on his knee and his chin on his fist, studying Asher. He sympathized with the guy, he really did, but he was worried he had a few screws loose. He still had trust issues going with Brooke, he wasn't sure he wanted another kid around that might stab him in the back.

    But...the guy hadn't been eating, so it was clear he didn't have much for survival skills. He was good with a gun - plus it'd be a lot handier having two boys taking care of two girls. Safety in numbers. Tapping his chin thoughtfully, he finally extended a hand towards Asher, "We're going to make a break for it come morning. My house is near the edge of town, ive got plenty of food and supplies there and it's much safer than this place. Would you like to come?"

    He wasn't sure he liked the idea, sharing his bunker with a bunch of strangers. But this was the apocalypse. These people were probably going to die if left alone. Teenagers, for pete's sake. A SEVEN-YEAR-OLD. Jeremy may be an asshole sometimes, buthe wasn't a freakin' monster.

    Of course, Asher could just say no and be on his way, though Jeremy would probably have to find a way to knock him out temporarily in case he got trigger happy while they were leaving in the morning...



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    brooke looked around at what had just happened, she was shocked that it ended just like that. but she wasnt happy that theyd wasted bullets and drawn the attention of the zombies "you idiots!!" she screamed, not caring about the noise now. "youve drawn every creature in a miles radius!!" she looked frantically at the window as the undead clawed at the boards, aware to the fact that there were things stirring inside. "well have to be silent and hope they vanish" she whispered, moving another piece of furniture in front of the already boarded up windows. but she knew it would only hold up for so long. turning to hansen she looked at him frantically "we have to go to your place no matter what now -" she paused and turned to asher "if youve got any brain cells left then youd be wise enough to tag along" she sat down in front of claire and ran her hand around the childs curled hair "dont worry claire, well take care of you i promise. well keep you safe" she felt bad, knowing she could be lying to the girl. what if they couldnt keep her safe.. her stomach growled but she ignored the sick feeling, she didnt think shed be able to eat if she had a feast in front of her, her life was so out of touch and this seemed like it was a bad cheesy zombie movie more then anything

    outside the house a large hoard of undead stumbled to the house, their pace slow, but their numbers high. the zombies made it to the loud bang sounds they heard. they bumped into surrounding objects unaware to anything but the sounds they'd heard. see these creatures ran off curiosity, they wernt quiet smart, and didn't realize how to look for food aside from a few evolving smart ones. they survived by finding food by sheer curiosity of the sounds or smells. and to these zombies, the bang promised food on the other side, and they were hungry. the numbers of undead wavered as some zombies got distracted or some joined in.

    the undead soon piled in around the neighborhood, littering the yards of the neighboring houses, unsure where the bang had actually come from, they searched lazily filling up to larger numbers then the people would realize.


    He glared at Brooke when she began screaming - did she know nothing about handling possibly volatile teen?! "Calm down! They can't break in - and if you want us to be quiet then stop screaming! " he glanced towards the windows, frowning at the sound of un dead fingers clawing at the wall. He bit his lip, pulling his gun from his pocket and checking the magazine. He only had a handful of bullets, not enough to take one a horde if that door came down. Yeah, they couldn't stay long.

    "Stop insulting him for god's sake or ill hand him the gun and let him do as he pleases!" Jeremy sighed heavily, rubbing his hand down his face in frustration. For such a tiny woman, she had a big attitude. He paused, glanced at the window, then got to his feet. Going to the corner where he kicked the gun, he picked it up and returned to Asher's side. Handing the younger boy the semi-automatic, he said, "Where'd you learn how to use a gun - if you don't mind me asking?"




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    brooke looked at him and frowned "sorry" she said lowly before getting up and walking to asher. she looked him up and down, he was far younger then her, and he looked like hed missed a few meals. "how long have you been here asher?" she frowned thinking about the things she saw in the house on her run through for supplies

    "did you know the man and the two children? i found their bodies earlier in a room untouched" she looked like she could vomit when she thought of the sight she had found before they had been smoke bomb attacked "thats where i got my gun and the bullets" she gagged as the words came and she had to keep her mouth shut to swallow the bile that had risen in her throat.


    without waiting for a response she jumped to look at hansen, "the garage!" she hissed "i didnt look in the garage!" she fumbled her free hand into her pocket of the deep sweatpants she was wearing and pulled out the key she found on the dead man. "maybe this is a car key? one that works.. we can get out of here!" she looked hopefully at the two, trying to ignore the groans of undead that got louder.

    Claire started crying as the class of the undead scratched at the boards. "I don't want to be here anymore......get them away"she started sobbing out holding the teddy closer to her small frame. Her curls were a mess but at this time she didn't care. She wanted to be somewhere save and not have these worries.

    ooc: asher is nothing without his style


    ic: Asher hesitated at the offer to take him with them. He'd set up base here already, made some complicated additions to the house, boarded over the windows, got the food from the underground bunker his dad had set up, and he hadn't exactly run out yet-- he just... well, he hadn't been eating. Hadn't had the appetite. But he sort of wanted to get the hell out of here. He was pretty sure it was haunted as shit here, anyway. When he walked around he kept thinking he'd heard his name being called. "I'll come," he said decidedly, "But I have to get some of my shit." He had also decided not to acknowledge any of Hansen's chidings of "language". If the kid was in an apocalypse, he didn't think they could shelter her from anything.


    He stayed silent at Brooke's yelling, looking annoyed, eyes turned away. He wasn't really bothered by yelling anymore-- when he was a little kid, it'd make him cry, but he got over it. He was surprised, however, when Hansen actually defended him, and he wanted to elbow him and whisper "I just tried to fucking kill you, what are you doing?" but he didn't. He did, however, answer the questions being thrown at him. "Pops taught me to use a gun, used to take me hunting and shit. I've lived here since I was... 10, maybe?" He shrugged. They'd moved around a lot before his mom got a really good job in the city and they could settle down somewhere nice. "Dad's the one up in the room. Dunno how you managed to take his gun, he's real attached to that shit." He grinned sideways. He wasn't entirely sure if he was joking about being crazy or not. "Don't worry about the zombies. S'all good, for now."


    Part of him was tempted to slap Brooke upside the head for forgetting about the keys, and part of him was so relieved she had the idea at all that he wanted to kiss her. Instead, he said, "Well get on with it!" he exclaimed, whirling around and gathering the stuff. Shoving it all into his back-pack, he threw it over his shoulder. "We'll be leaving soon now, Claire, don't you worry," he said with a smile, glad for this fiasco to be over and him one step closer back home. The hike to this town had been long, especially with all the times he'd narrowly avoided getting eaten and bit.

    "Go and grab your stuff asher, make sure to get as many clothes and bathroom supplies as you can, or whatever else is useful." he looked down at clear, before squatting beside her and gathering her up in his arms, "do you need a car seat?" he asked, frowning lightly. Maybe she'd just have to sit on someone's lap?



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    Asher got to his feet, brushing himself off. He tried to decide what things he had to bring. He felt upset that he had to leave this house, leave the bodies lying on the floor. He didn't want to. He a little bit wanted to sit here until he died of dehydration, but his survival instincts overpowered that urge. "We got a carseat, for a seven year old, but it's probably haunted as shit." He wasn't sure if he was comfortable thinking about another 7 year old kid sitting in the seat his sister used to sit in, not because she wasn't in the car, but because she would never need it again. She wouldn't ever be able to graduate from car seat to just sitting in the car, would she? She'd never get a chance to ride in the front. Before those thoughts could overwhelm him, he ran up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time.


    In the window of his room was an old sling shot he made out of sticks, able to toss softballs pretty easily. It was the right size for the kind of ammunition he needed, also contained in a black-painted soda can. He pulled back on the elastic, and launched the thing a good couple hundred feet, near the neighbors house, and when it hit, it made a huge noise. He'd manufactured the thing once he realized the zombies liked noise.

    ooc: i couldnt think of a car then i thought that since asher lived here hes totally a jeep guy and i made it have lifted tires because they would totally be useful in a zombie Apocalypse, my step dad has a lifted truck, the bottom of his side mirror is taller then my head and since im so short in real life i have to have someone push me up to get in his car because its so hard to get into. i figured that itd be easier to escape and run over zombies with that plus both aspects kinda fit a car id picture asher having lol



    brooke wisped off at once after hansen had given orders. he was younger then her but she admired his strength throughout the whole ordeal and didnt mind taking orders from him. at first she wanted to fight every word that came out of his mouth but the past few hours spent with him shed grown to like him a little bit.

    she made her way to the garage and opened it, relived to see that the undead hadnt attempted to break down the frail wall that stood in between her and them. she fumbled to the large Jeep and pried the door open, it hadnt been touched for some time but she opened the heavy door and clambered in, struggling to pull herself up into the car that had lifted tires. "this is perfect, please god PLEASE have gas" she begged out loud before putting the key in, "thank god!!" the car had half a tank, enough to atleast get them out of here.

    she slid out of the car after turning it off and ran back inside to help them gather things.

    as she approached the others the smile on her face told them what they needed to know "the car works thankfully" she breathed a heavy sigh of relief and began to gather her stuff, blankets, soap, a few pairs of clothes she found and the last of what food and water they had

    Claire watched everyone gather things and decided to help by looking through the kitchen. She opened drawers and climbed on the counter to open the cupboards. She found a couple of boxes of crackers and tossed them softly to the ground. She got done and grabbed the crackers before walking back to the room where everyone was at "look what I found"


    Jeremy jumped at the sound of the large explosion nearby. "ASHER!" he exclaimed, shaking his head in exasperation. Well now he could see where Brooke was coming from, with her fear of noise. Now especially they needed to hurry up and leave. Following Claire to the kitchen, he picked up an assortment of knives and kitchen utensils - one can never go wrong with a pan, after all. Smiling when Claire brandished her box of crackers, the boy ruffled her red curls and said, "Great job kiddo, now keep that box safe and lets put you in the car seat" picking her up once again, he returned Brooke's cheerful expression as he headed for the garage. Placing Claire inside, he buckled her into the seat before calling, "Hurry up you two!"


    //imma be gone for a while so if someone could either accidentally knock Jeremy unconscious for a bit or power play him for a while (no killing hehe) that'd be great!




    (c)trexgirl

    brooke smiled at claire "good job!" she exclaimed before turning to look around more. "the basement, i didnt check there either.." she turned to claire "yell for me if anything happens, im going to go into the basement if im not back in 10 minutes send someone to get me" with that she turned off and climbed down into the cold basement.

    she came across a bunch of old decorations and she had to turn away. she couldnt even remember what day it was and shed never get to see another christmas with her family again. but she forced the images out of her mind as she continued through the cement walled room, trying her best to ignore the thin glass windows that flanked the sides of the room, the glass had been thankfully stained with blood and the zombies flanking the sides of the house wouldnt be able to see in to see her moving, if they had then theyd easily been able to break through and reach down for her.

    she pushed that thought to the back of her mind and carried on, she came across a cold little cabinet that once had a cooling system installed but now without the generator to back it up it had kept the items at room temperature, which was still pretty cold down here. she pried it open to find a package of 30 water bottles and a few bottles of wine. she quickly grabbed all the bottles and stuffed them all into her overflowing bookbag. before she turned she saw something else in the cabinet and grabbed it, "grape juice! yes!" claire would be so happy to have atleast one more chance to taste the sweet juice that they wouldnt be able to find again most likely.

    with that she turned and made her way on, finding more blankets she grabbed them and she found some more clothes that she grabbed on the way. but other then that there wasnt much, so she faced the stairs and climbed back up to show the others what shed found



    ooc: alrighty, ill be here all day to rp, i have no life rn lol

    ooc: alright so like i literally have no life rn because im in between jobs, im sick and not in school so i hope yall dont mind the double posts. this is my fav thread so far lol yall are fun af to rp with




    ic: the zombies continued to group along the sides of the houses, slowly making their way closer to the house that sheltered the misfit kids. they growled hungirly as they began to fill in the blank spaces in the yard and they grouped together more and more



    brooke heard the groans get louder and looked rushed to the car, stuffing the items into the back seat. "asher hurry up weve gotta get out of here!!" she frantically climbed in, struggling to get a foothold on the large car. once she was in the car she turned to claire and handed her the grape juice "i found this for you" she said and turned once more the bag, pulling out a bottle of wine she opened it and gulped down the sweet alcohol, "ive always had a thing for alcohol and other addictive substances" she accidentally said outloud before gulping the last drops down and looking around once more. "asher i swear on my life ill leave you here" she slurred outloud half jokingly before taking out another bottle, she had 3 left plus half the bottle of whiskey but she was dammed if she would just sit there sober in this hell barren world


    // same dude same


    "Hey! You are not driving!" jeremy exclaimed, irritated when she began to drink, "im not going to die because of a drubk - get on the back with Claire" he climbed into the front seat and turned the car. As he waited for Asher, he searched around for a garage door button. As soon as he pressed this button, they'd have to zoom the hell out.




    (c)trexgirl

    brooke climbed into the back next to claire and sat down laying the blankets in between the windows and claire so that way if anything happened shed have a soft padding to hit instead of glass where claws could grasp her. then she got herself comfy and took another sip of the wine. "its just wine, not like its enough to get drunk on" she said, although she was small and always underestimated things. "so, while we wait for asher to get the rest of his things, whered you come from? we didnt really get much time to talk before things took a turn" she paused, taking another long gulp of the wine and wiping her face with her sleeve. "whats your 'story" she mocked him teasingly hoping he wouldnt take offence to the blunt question

    without waiting for him to reply brooke decided to tell him her story. "i used to live around here. i lived 3 neighborhoods over" she paused thinking back the memories that flooded into her intoxicated brain "my mom was a nurse. my dad wasnt around, he died when i was 3. but my moms house is over 3 neighborhoods away" she paused to take another sip "i was at college a state away, where the outbreak started" she stopped as she held back a sudden urge to cry but she wouldnt show that weakness to hansen "i came when it started, to visit my mom, but.." her words trailed off and she had to hold back the emotions that came up her throat making her choke on her words. "by the time i got here she had already been killed. i didnt check her house yet. i saw she was gone and left the minute i got there. ive been alone walking around my hometown since. then i found you guys" she turned back to her bag and opened the bottle of whiskey taking 4 long gulps of the bitter liquor that burned a normal persons throat. "mom always said my dad had a fine taste for liquor. shed say thats where i got my taste for it" she was sadden by the thoughts that she let escape. but she hoped that by opening up to the handsome guy shed known for a brief amount of time that hed trust her more.

    she waited a second more before looking at him, the alcohol over taking her mind more then shed realized. "sorry, i talk alot. i guess its something to get used to" she smiled half heartily obviously thinking about her family.

    she looked back to him and took another sip, frowning as she realized the bottle was almost empty and she hadnt ment to actually get drunk, but she finished the bottle off, tossing the empty bottle into the bag "if it rains we can reuse bottle. we should save them" she slurred the last bit and then continued to speak "im 19. my birthday was the day the outbreak started, the day i came back. what about you?" she asked leaning sideways to whisper in his ear "do you miss your family? your friends? did you have friends?" she didnt mean to sound rude but shed drunk a bottle of wine and half a bottle of whiskey and she couldnt control the words that spilled from her mouth "i miss mine" she adding not waiting to hear anything that came from his mouth.

    she leaned back and steadied herself before leaning back to the front seat close to his face, she could smell him and she liked it he smelled something that reminded her of times before the outbreak but she couldnt pinpoint it "do you have your license? can you even drive?" she joked trying to ignore the old feelings that welled up into her mind



    ooc: @Dr4m4-Qu33n so is it cool if hansen and brooke have a thing but like dont wanna admit it to each other? they seem like theyd like each other eventually. im tryna think of plot ideas but i like just letting it happen as it happens instead of following a plot.

    Asher watched out the window as the zombies started walking towards the neighbor's house instead of his own house. That was good. It would clear the road. He then grabbed the biggest backpack he owned, and started shoving things into it. Some clothes, including a Green Day t-shirt, some pairs of dark colored jeans, the weird leather pants that he thought would be cool but never wore, because like hell zombies could bite through leather, and some underwear. And deodorant, because he didn't want to smell like shit for the next few months. He grabbed various other canisters from the pile, wrapping them up in a bag. A blanket. He glanced at his guitar, the sort of shitty electric one his dad had got him when he'd said he wanted to learn. He'd leave it. He did grab his music, though, with his handwritten notes.


    He stood in the entrance of his room. He felt like he was turning his back on his family, his home. He stepped towards the room where his family actually was, and opened the door one more time. He blinked. For a second, there was no blood, and then it was there. Everywhere. He stepped into the bathroom, getting blood on the bottoms of his shoes, and pulled from his dad's neck some bloody dog tags. The bodies were starting to smell. He grabbed his toothbrush, although he didn't know if he'd ever find any running water, and started back down the stairs, before remembering something. From the closet, he grabbed his sister's car seat. Then, he hurried towards the car, hiding his disappointment that he wouldn't get to drive. He climbed into the front, passing the car seat into the back. He had his gun back in his hands, as it had been left on the floor, and his leg was bouncing. "Let's get the fuck on with it, then!"