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    Name:Ivan Karloski
    Age: 19
    Gender:male
    Personality:overprotective and extremly smart
    Appearance: Russin, dirty brown hair with brown eyes, wears a silver ring and worn out army jacket


    Name:Malix Gordan
    Age:16
    Gender:male
    Personality:a bit of a screw up, funny
    Appearance:brown hair with green eyes a bit tanned with Scottish accent. Wear a t shirt, black jacket and red scarf


    Name:Muri Karlosky
    Age:12
    Gender:female
    Personality:shy, quiet, innocent
    Appearance:light brown hair and big hazel eyes. has a small jacket over night gown and carries a teddy bear.


    OOC: okay, done now I'll just wait for acceptance.

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    Accepted, but nobody under 12, please. :D

    "How much farther, Ivan?" A girl in a blood splatted night gown asked. An older boy clutched her small hand in his. "Not too far. OI promise."

    Keya stood in her father's gun shop; a gun trembling in her hand. Her whole body was shaking as she tried to hold back the tears. In front of her, lay a Dead One. But this was no normal Dead One. It was her father... Keya tried everything not to cry. "Dont be weak..." she told her self. "Dont break down... Stay strong..." But it was all too much for her. The only person she had left was gone. The girl sank to her kness, and let the tears flow. "Father..."

    Name: Alice Jezebelle Nickleson
    Age: 18
    Gender: Female
    Personality: Sweet, kind, and caring, but tough and strong at the same time. Survival is her main drive.
    Appearance: [img width=510 height=407]http://i1293.photobucket.com/a…888/image_zpsce98dfb2.jpg[/img] Her hair is brown though. She is from the South around New Orleans but moved to Ohio for her father's business, that's an explanation for her full blown southern accent.


    Accepted! :D.
    I might have to close it. I we get too many people.

    Amy rounded a corner to see a gun shop, "Yes!" She snickered softly in delight. Her eyes looked from side to side, making sure there were no dead ones around. She darted over to the shop quiet as a mouse and looked through the dirty window. She saw a girl in there. Fear clouded her eyes, but when she looked closer she could just barely see the sorrow on the girls face. Amy went to the front door and knocked on it.

    Keya jumped at the knock. Wiping her tears, the girl stood, and slowly made her way toward the door. Looking through (it is one of those glass doors you can kind of see through) she saw it was just a girl. With a gulp, she yelled, "Who is it?"

    Ivan looked at his little sister and crouched low,"Hey,Muri do yew want piggy back ride?" The girl nodded her head slowly, tho she was 12 she acted like she was 7. Her mind was slowed down from an car accident that happened when she was 4. A drunk driver smashed into the car and killed Ivans, and Muris parents on impact. Muri survived but, she had a serious injury of head trauma. It affected her brain and caused her mind to slow down. Ivan watched over her and never quite let go of the guilt of not being in the car at that time. To have been able to have done something. Muris arms wraped round Ivans neck and her feet were by his side in the loops of his arms. Ivan smiled and continued to walk from his home in Maine and towards New York.

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    IC: The boy and girl ran down the streets, to end up at a gun shop.
    They saw two people, and knocked on the glass door.
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    IC: "Hello?" Aaron asked. "May we come in?" Their pale skin was a sign that they were human, instead of the rotten multi-colored skin, shades of green and yellow, of the Dead Ones.
    Analise fired an arrow through a Dead One.


    "We have food."
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    IC:
    Analise and Aaron rushed in. The girl set the food down on the counter. A carton of orange juice, frozen then thawed, still cold, and ham sandwiches.
    "Enjoy." Analise sighed, as she sat down in relaxation.
    "They got the Macy's." Aaron said. "About twenty people lived there. We were the ones that lived. The rest we had to shoot, before the change took place.


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    Keya kicked a chair; knocking it to the ground. "Damnit!" She then looked to the ground; shaking her head. "Everything has just... Gone wrong."

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