God Help Us All... (2slots left for zombie apocalypse)

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    Plz roleplay realistically and fairly. No one is as badapplez as the animated peeps on the tellie. >:C


    Slotz:


    Leader: Axel ( Axe )


    Follower 1: Eve (Cotton)


    Follower 2: Blue (Shadowmoon1)


    Follower 3: open


    Medic 1: Caleb (medical unit juliet 32)


    Medic 2: open


    ------------------------------------------------------- Oh, and the dead? Their walking. >:] ---------


    Eve ran into the gun shop, looking for something to arm herself with to prepare for the coming horde 2 blocks away. The 18 year old looked behind the counter.

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    Clutching his pistol tightly, Axel crouched behind the counter at the sudden noise. Making sure there was a bullet in the chamber, he prepared for a quick kill, aiming for the head.


    His eyes widened when he noticed how young and not-dead the intruder was. Still, he kept his gun on her.


    "Woah, woah, WOAH. Back up or die, lady! Your choice!"

    He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, keeping his gun held on her, looking her over. "What are you doing in MY house, lady? You bit? Anyone else with ya?"

    "A likely story," he growled suspiciously, completely unaware how little sense that meant. He lowered his gun slowly. "How'd you get past that horde outside? The streets are crawling with those... things."

    "All by yourself?" he asked, confused. He visually began to relax, standing from his previous defensive position. She probably wasn't there to murder him and take his stuff. "What are you doing out here, lady? This part of the city - it aint safe."

    "I came back for my brother, but he wasn't there when I came back. He left before I could find him..." Eve said. She didn't seem to have a single weapon on her.

    "Oh," Axel shifted awkwardly. Poor lady, he thought. Her brother's either long gone, or walker chow by now. "I got caught up in the horde during a supply run... been stuck here since. Was planning on waiting it out."

    She nodded,"I won't be able to leave either... I won't last a chance out there, weapon or not."she said. She then smiled,"I'm Eve, by the way."

    Axel turned around, looking at his giant bag of guns and ammunition as soon as she mentioned "weapons".


    "I think I like "lady" better," he grinned. "I'm Axel."

    She smiled,"nice to meet you." she then glanced out the glass doors of the store. She saw the horde getting closer, but they didn't seem to have much interest in the shop specifically."is there a more secure part of this building we can hide in?"

    "I was setting up camp on the roof when you showed up," He motioned behind him. There was another small room behind the counter, and in there, a set of stairs leading to the second story. "You're more than welcome to wait it out with me... as long as you're not plannin' to eat me like our cannibalistic friends out there."

    "Whatever you say, lady," he grinned and slid his pistol back into his belt holster.


    Slinging his giant bag of guns over his shoulder like a psychopathic Santa Clause, he started making his way up the stairs, opening the hatch on the ceiling and climbing up to the roof.


    "Uh, this is where the magic happens."

    She nodded, then looking to the horde coming,"oh god..."she whispered to herself. There was a part of the horde that had stopped to naw on a few starving stray dogs as a few other dogs ran away.

    Axel grimaced as he witnessed the disgusting scene below - his own hunger, for once, completely unacknowledged for the time being. He tried to change the subject.


    "So, uh... you ever use a gun before? We have a lot of time to kill, and a lot of really big bullets..."

    "Good! And you'll have a chance to prove it, soon enough." He grinned, reaching into his bag and pulling out a rifle. He looked down the sights. Nothing fancy, but it'll shoot straight.


    Handing it to Eve, the irony that he was now handing her a weapon after assuming she was going to kill him only moments ago was lost on him. "Go on, shoot one. For double the points, shoot one who looks like a celebrity. I vote Oprah."