apoclypse rising (zombie apoclyspse)(open to all)

Sebrnea saw him and pointed Her gun"are you one of them?"

"the zombies of course!"she snapped impatient

She shoot him down"people like him anyway since your not one You can tag with me of you want"

"Mind if I tag along too?" Ema, a 14 year old rebel said in her, dark, but seductive tone. She had a knife in her belt, and a pistol concealed in her red hi-top all-stars. She wore a leather jacket and her hair was bleach blonde with red streaks in it. Her eyes were red too. Contacts. Her lip was pierced and her ears were studded with 6 black earrings each. She was a real rebel. Her shirt was a regular white shirt, but it was signed with the signatures of her friends from her old school. One was in yellow, 'Love you Em, -Marc'. It was in the middle of her shirt. It was her best friend. Who she loved more than anything in the world. He loved her too. And always asked her for a kiss. She never gave it to him though. Usually pushing his face away. She looked at the two for an answer.

"sure but comë on the mostly come out at night,and I need some more amo but I have daggers two and a sword follow me to base okay?!"she said smiling and started running to a hotel

John screamed when he was cornered and bitten twice before climbing a fire escape and popping a flare.

Sebrnea looked at him an pointed her gun"who are you?"

"No threat to you." John snapped gripping at the places he was bit.

She lowered her gun"sorry but are you hurt?"

"The f***** bit me!" John shouted he was bleeding heavily and according to the movies he had watched recently that meant he would become one of them.

She sighed"okay so just grab a gun and start shooting while filling up on"and filled up quickly

She stepped back sighing"great just great jake open the door slowly"

A fourteen year old girl with long chocolate colored hair, and huge eyes the same color, lips the color of an early sunset. Her name, was Bella. Bella had been bitten months ago, but was immune.Her lover, Cole, had died in her arms that day. There was just a scar on her upper arm. Her 9 milimeter pistol was handy, and easy to conceal.

Bella saw the horde of zombies crumbling in to windows with gun fire sounding as a backround music, along with screams of terror. She ran, her black Converse hitting the pavement, slap, slap, slap! She immediatley, shot at an incomming zombie, and picked a hunting rifle off the pavment. She took a shot.

Sebrnea glanced over at Her confused