Physical Appearance(Facial/Body/Etc.)- Electra is a great beauty, naturally. But she is very fake. Her natural hair color is a dark shade of chocolate, but in the days before the apocalypse she would consist of treating her hair to a pale blonde color, therefore she has dark roots streaming out of her straight hair, keeping it in a high, ponytail with a blood-splattered pink bow, it often falling out. And if it's not in a ponytail, it's kept down and her straight across bangs (she is always trimming) down in her face. She has high cheekbones and full shapely red lips. She looks somewhat Italian. She's somewhat tanned and has a small nose and a somewhat round head. She's about 5'6 with a curvy body, even for being quite thin. She weighs normally 120 pounds, but has lost a lot during the apocalypse, now weighing a thin 105
Clothing- She's wearing a Guess? jean jacket over loose fitting cotton black tank-top from her mom's closet, loosely tucked into a pair of thick black leggings. Her name brand brown leather boots have a pair of pink knit stockings reaching out the top up to her knees, and a large Victoria's Secret PINK Backpack.
Personality- Electra is very narcissistic, arrogant egotistical, and self-centered. She believes to whole world should, and does revolve around her. She doesn't put up with any crap. She loves martinis, murders, and makeup. She doesn't care about anyone else (most of the time) other than herself. She's bipolar and sometimes can wind up suicidal. She has ahd a series of mental illnesses (Depression, Alcoholic, crackwhore, bulimia, anorexia, suicidal, bipolar disorder) and she won't tell you any of it. She acts like she's the best because she feels like she's the worst. She is extremely fake.
Backstory(Optional)-
Occupation- Previously she was an aspiring model and actress, but other than that she was bar tending and a journalist for a fashion magazine. But not a very big one.
Location- She walks into a girls bathroom in Madison Square park to fix her hair and apply makeup. And to get away from zombies. (Did I mention she was fake)
Inventory(10 Items or Less)- 8 low fat energy bars for food.
2 bottles of water
A large, sharp kitchen knife
2 packages of matches
a bottle of rubbing alcohol
M.A.C red lipstick
A change of clothes
Tampons
A water purifier water bottle
and a first aid kit
All carried in a large Victoria's SecretPINK backpack.
Alai sat at his computer and typed away furiously, fighting a government firewall he had been going at for the past week, trying to get delicate information on the government's course of action and how they were handling the entire apocalypse thing. From what he had gathered so far, not very well. The firewall of this magnitude would normally have taken a team of hackers a few months, but there was obviously no one monitoring the system, seeing as to how an eighteen year old has nearly gotten through in nearly a week. It meant no one monitoring the system, which also meant they were rationing staff for more important things, because when there are mindless flesh eaters banging down the doors of Congress, a few hackers are the last thing on a political figure's mind. Luckily for Alai, just because his internet service provider had gone down, didn't mean the internet was. He rarely used them anyways, as he was too easily traceable through them, but instead relied small proxy servers, which were luckily still up and running thanks to a good friend in Denver.
He was nearly there, but really had time to waste, seeing as to how his abode had received many remarks for having the most complex security system on Earth. He shut off his computer and ran up the stairs and onto the balcony to view the buildup along the perimeter of the gate. Holy he thought to himself. He had allowed too much time to himself and denied clean up for a day too long. It appeared there were at least 200 zombies now, banging against the gate. He hated this part, but knew it had to be done if he wanted to survive long enough to see if the government had anything planned. He drew a sniper with a suppressor from his father's fine arsenal of weaponry, which he had taught Alai to use in case of an emergency. His ammo supply dwindling down with each shot, he took out nearly all of the zombies, while the rest were in spots unreachable by the gun.
He counted 19 zombies left, and replaced the gun, and returned to his bedroom where he read his favorite book, Ender's Game. He loved this book so much, because his parents named him after one of Ender's friends in the book, Alai. He had despised his parent's decision for quiet a long time, until he realized that if it weren't Alai, then it would have been Leeroy. He found he prefers Alai much more than he would have liked Leeroy. He put the book down after a chapter or two and began to feel guilty. Guilty that he was so privileged to have such an advantage in the apocalypse, while there were others out there who deserved to live much more than him, becoming a snack for a zombie with the munchies. Finally, he could not deny his heavy eyes any longer, and let himself drift into a deep, dreamless sleep.
((Hey sure! Except at the moment they can't exactly communicate with eachother, I mean she's in the girls bathroom after all without a cell phone))
Noxi could hear screaming, oh ... Zombies... again...
She stuffed everything she had into her knapsack and raced out of the bathroom, she flipped open her switchblade. There was a person standing in front of a broken window, which had been taped up, she sighed and walked over to him. "Great job breaking it, hero" she said in a low, monotone voice, "Is there anyone else who wanted to kill you...? Because they're likely on their way, with the racket you made..."
She blew a strand of jet black hair from her face, blinking a couple of times
Noxi blinked and turned her head slightly to face him after running her finger over the tape, "I am Noxi Seracuse, a previous programmer and current insensitive freak in the eyes of society, I have necessary survival tools in my pack but if you slow me down in such a way that is not disease or wound, I will not hesitate to abandon or kill you, is that understood?" she didn't seem angry, but at the same time, her tone was firm, but also calm and soft, she was serious.
She took a small caramel square from her knapsack and popped it into her mouth, "Want one?" she offered.
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((All accepted)) Jon, -"F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!" Jon yells as he searches the apartment for anything of use. Down the hallway, Jon can hear the multiplying moans of the undead gathering around the barricade. The sounds of helicopters, jets, & soldiers surmounting outside somewhat drone out the moans. Gun shots are sounded, loud ones. There's a large boom & the apartment shakes a little, dust or debris, whatever it was, falls from the ceiling. Jon is shaking, nervous about the barricade. Never before has he felt so...alive. Just a few minutes ago, he wanted to put a bullet in his head, now...he wants to escape. Today was obviously a weird mix of emotions, just two days ago, Jon had to kill his own brother after he got infected, smashed in his head with a baseball bat. It still bothered Jon, but he tried to bottle up all the emotions, feelings he had. He couldn't let himself be dragged down by something like that, wouldn't allow it, not now.
The sirens seemed to never end, they wouldn't stop going off every three hours. Along with that, the National Guard kept broadcasting the same warnings -"Stay in your house." The warnings would calmly announce over the radio, TV, even while the helicopters passed on by, a man would get on the intercom & warn everybody.
They never mentioned the imminent threat of looters & the infected still being able to get in. Still, it was nice to know that the Government was still kicking, atleast that's what Jon hoped.
Quickly grabbing as much as he could, Jon packs clothing, his toothbrush & toothpaste, & several other health products into a cardboard box. This wasn't enough, Jon needed to get some food & water from the kitchen below. Having an idea, Jon grabs an old empty water bottle from the trash can in his room. He quickly advances towards the bathroom that he & Greg had to share. Several items littered the counter top & blood stained the laminate flooring. It was Greg's.
Returning his eyes to the sink & trying to forget about Greg, Jon turns the sink's knob. Nothing, no water. -"Sh*t!" Jon announces under his breath. The sound of wood snapping announces a break through in the barricade Jon set up. Quickly peeking out into the hallway, Jon can see the hands of the undead violently clawing at the desk from Greg's room. The moans turned into aggressive growls. A beat of sweat drips from Jon's forehead, it was getting hot up here, the air conditioner had turned off days ago, no cool air. Taking his sweatshirt off, Jon quickly tosses it into his backpack that sat next to the cardboard box. He grabs the Colt M1911 from the back of his pants & checks the chamber, Jon was new to this stuff, his brother only taught him the basics while in the apocalypse, but he had forgotten most of it over a period of time.
One bullet was loaded in the chamber, & as far as Jon knew, he was out of ammo. Taking the aluminum baseball bat from his bag, Jon takes the bat & gun. Jon wanted to conserve the ammo & as far as he was concerned, the bat did just the trick, but it was more manual work & close quarters. Blood & bits of flesh & brain littered the bat. Most of it was Greg's, but some might have been from other infected. Getting an idea, Jon quickly runs over to Greg's room, there must be more ammo in his room, Jon only saw him with one clip though, so it was highly unlikely that he had more. Opening the door to his room, a sudden wave of that horrible rotting stench filled Jon's nose. His face shrivels up into a weird expression & he quickly covers his nose with his left arm, setting the baseball bat on the inner trim of the door. He looks around the dark room, a large puddle of blood stained the cream colored carpet, Greg laid dead on the floor near his bed, face smashed in from the baseball bat. Pieces of bone protruded from his face. Jon felt like he was going to get sick, just smelling it was enough to make him vomit. His eyes flutter around the room, stopping on the side tables on each side of Greg's queen sized bed. Checking both, Jon only finds magazines, one Jon takes for himself, lubricants, & condoms. It was a little disturbing to Jon, but he just went along & grabbed a box of condoms, you never know. Jon looks around the room, trying to avoid eye contact with Greg's corpse. Several flies fluttered around the room, the majority of them were slowly eating away at Greg, but some stopped to bother Jon. Waving each fly away, Jon thinks. -Maybe the closet?
Quickly making his way to the double door closet, Jon rips one side open, revealing several hanged shirts & boxes full of useless stuff. His eyes bolt to the top shelve of the closet, again, nothing but boxes. Thinking one might contain at least a clip of ammo, Jon pulls the two boxes down to the floor, one was relatively heavy, the other was half empty. Searching through each, Jon still, somehow, keeps his guard up, listening to the undead just mere feet away from him. Pulling out old childhood memories from one box, Jon finds a switchblade hidden under a teddy bear. -"Sweet." Jon says under his breath. Pocketing the knife, Jon searches the other box, only to find a small med-kit that had nothing but antibiotic wipes & bandages. Sighing at the discovery, Jon stands up from his crouch. There's a large crash & the growls grow louder. Jon's eyes widen at the sound of feet against wood. "SH*T!" Jon screams running for the baseball bat & slamming the door to Greg's room shut. ((Would anyone like to team up with me?))
Noxi chuckled 'Good, he now is under the impression that I'm not one to be messed around with and likely won't betray me' she thought to herself. Upon being asked what sort of weapons she had she simply held up her silver switchblade, the blade of it gleaming in the sunlight. 'He may have a gun though...' she thought to herself 'And a knife against a gun doesn't bear a favorable outcome for myself'
She mumbled "I would have packed my gun... but the corpses were cracking through the barricade and I had to take the blade instead..." she lied rather accurately, popping another candy into her mouth before putting the bag back in her knapsack
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((And Jon, you should team up with Noxi and Alex))
Noxi nodded a bit "We should move as soon as possible, but not today, as far as I'm concerned no Undead are within these walls, the latest we should move is tomorrow, and in daylight, it's easier to see and we won't need to waste a flashlight..." she blinked again, the bags under her eyes suggested that she hadn't slept in weeks, but at the same time she looked alert and awake. "Staying outside is not a good idea, nor is building a campfire, the smoke and light will be easy to see, therefore staying here is the best possible option for now..." she began to think of the possibility that if it got too cold they could possibly freeze to death, but the possibility of that happening was low.
She noticed a girl, with platinum obviously died hair and heavy eye makeup walk out and look at Alex and I as if we were bugs, but nonetheless, I gave her a small wave in greeting and motioned for her to join us, no Undead being would look like that. "Hello" she grinned a bit "Are you done-dead?" she looked at me and I realized I probably did look like a Zombie, heavy bags, tangled hair, pale skin, lanky figure...
I nodded at her "Greetings... I am Noxi"
After fixing my hair that badly needs root retouch ups, into a high pony tail, with my signature pink zombie-blood-splattered-bow, and apply a thick layer of rouge lipstick in the dingy yellow mirror I head outside the women's bathroom; thinking to myself damn, why didn't i bring my miniskirt?
I don't get too far along the rubble-covered path until I find a girl about my age, and a boy discussing things I don't care about. Then I stop. Wait... people?I think to myself. I jog over to them, my bag bobbing up and down behind me.
"Hello. Are you done-dead?" I kind of joke. the girl looks dead alright, pale skin with heavy purple bags drooping under her bright blue eyes. I don't really look at the guy.
I whip out my butcher knife and jump back, surprised. "I HAVE A MASSIVE KNIFE AND I WILL STAB YOU. YOU CAN'T KILL ME I'M ELECTRA MY DADDY WILL SUE YOU!" I scream. "Shoot..." I tense up and look around, You're not supposed to scream! this is an apocalypse, dumb little blonde! I return to my normal stance and flip my hair behind my back. "I want to know if you're done-dead." I repeat.
Noxi placed a hand in front of him almost lazily "No undead would take the time to put on eye makeup" She mumbled. "And not to mention: She doesn't have a weapon at ready, meaning she isn't looking for a fight, and also, she was taking the time to do her hair, obviously, I can smell some hairspray, fresh, so the probability of her being hostile is only about 10%"
She turned to this girl who called herself Electra, "My apologies, my name is Noxitia Seracuse"
Noxi's face went even paler than it already was... "Shiße" was the only word she could think to say as a familiar moaning sounded from outside the window, she turned to Alex and the girl "We're getting out of here, the front entrance is much too obvious, but I'm sure there are others, come on" she clutched her knife in her hand as the first Zombie broke through the tape.
I narrow my eyes at him. Then give him a blank stare. "I'm not crazy." I say harshly. 'unnnnnnnggghhhhh' and that's it. My eyes shoot open. A zombies hand shoots through the window and the rest of it begins to climb through some snapped tape covering a window. I flip out and grip my butcher knife, then sip over and stab my knife through the zombies head, zomble juice spurting everywhere. I whimper and scream (STOP DOING THAT) and rip it out running aimlessly through the hallway. "NONONONONOOO DON'T INFECT ME WITH YOUR EVIL JUICES!" I cry.
Physical Appearance(Facial/Body/Etc.)-Standing at an impressive & immensely intimidating 6'4 ft tall & weighing over 200 Ibs, Buck is by far a very scary man. Being mostly muscle, Buck is typically considered a meat head, though no one dares say it to his face. Broad-shouldered, barrel-chested, & pretty much intimidating in general. Speaking of which, Buck has bright green eyes, short & curly light brown hair, & goatee that fits nicely on him & a large gash/scar extending to his cheek, a gash/scar that went through his eye & down to his cheek. Buck sticks to his gruff appearance, having acne scarring & somewhat rough, callus skin in general. Dirt & grime is embedded in his fingernails, giving a distinctly off putting appearance. Though before the apocalypse he looked pretty average, despite being a large man. He was clean cut & fairly average
Clothing-To top off his gruff appearance, Buck typically wears a collared plain black shirt tucked into his light jeans with a brown belt, brandishing a silver belt buckle. Along with this, he wears brown hiking boots & a silver wristwatch. & to cover up the area were his eye was damaged, he wears an eyepatch.
Personality-Buck keeps to his ruthless & intimidating personality, but he uses this to cover up his soft personality. He used to be a genuinely nice guy before he had to put down his own wife & watch his two daughters turn into the undead. He is a broken & torn man, having severe emotional problems, combined with being bi-polar & having post traumatic stress disorder. But he does have a sense of morality, though he does not seem to grasp the concept of a strong moral balance, having done horrific things in the apocalypse. All in all, Buck is deceptive, resourceful, & cunning.
Backstory(Optional)-Buck was born in the rural areas of Oklahoma. Being a farm boy, he was given responsibility & learned how to work at a young age. Not only did his intelligence supersede his peers, but he was very confident at an early age, playing sports such as Football & Boxing. His upbringing was relatively fair, having a supportive Father, his Mother died from birth complications, & later on he had to help his Father after he suffered from a minor heart attack. At the young age of nineteen, after his Father passed away from another heart attack, Buck enlisted in the Marines. He spent the majority of his early twenties in the Marines until he was honorably discharged after being wounded. For the better part of his thirties, Buck spent his time working as a contractor in Montana, until he met his wife Lauren whom he married two years later. Raising two daughters named Stephanie & Annabelle, Buck finally became a Father figure. The family moved to Ohio in hopes of living a normal life together, despite the occasional fighting between Buck & Lauren. Buck was a nice Father, treated his family right & was a respectable figure, until the Outbreak. In the early few weeks, Buck had to kill his wife & two daughters after they became infected, his wife because she begged, & his daughters after he insisted that there would be a cure, however he was later forced to put them down after they attempted to attack him. Now Buck roams around in a group of forty plus militiamen who are called "The Raiders". The leader being Buck. The group scours the U.S., tearing apart entire groups & executing them in a twisted game Buck calls "Duck, Duck, Bam!" in which he lines survivors up & has one from their group shoot a single loaded bullet into one unfortunate survivors head. & even after promising to spare the other survivors, he murders them anyway & takes only the strongest of the group into his group.
Occupation-Former Marine, Contractor
Location-Varies, Starting location is Ohio.
Inventory(10 Items or Less)-A Colt Python Revolver named "Chuck" w/ ten rounds of ammo, a combat knife, three MRE's, water canteen, & a Zippo lighter. All items carried in a backpack.
Other(Suggestions or the 'Secret Code')-Undead, Buck's eye was cut out by another survivor.
Noxi made a growling noise "Oh god damnit!" she shouted and hauled Alex up to his feet, helping him down the hall after that crazy blonde girl "You really are useless aren't you" she muttered angrily as the rest of the Zombies began slowly piling through the window, She knew she wouldn't be able to outrun them. "BLONDE GIRL, STOP AND LISTEN TO ME!" she called to her, "I need you to help me carry Alex, NOW" she practically spat.
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I Get to the end of the hallway and turn around after hearing the guy scream, and Noxi call to me referring to the blonde girl. "Aahhhh ah SHOOT!" I shudder and fan my face with my z-juice covered hands beginning to cry a little.Don't be a little b*ch! And jog back to Noxi and the boy. 'But he's like.. heavy!" I reply. Why are you such a stupid little blonde? YOU'RE NORMALLY NOT THIS STUPID.... Pressure?
"What do I do?" I hear the zombles shuddering towards us and whimper.
Noxi motioned calmly to Alex's legs, "Grab his legs and help me carry him, don't put to much pressure on them though, one might be sprained, we can fix it later though, for now it's Life or Death for us..."
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((Falloutnuke my character can meet up with yours.))
Maya awakes from a quick nap and immediately begins to search the rest of the apartment. She searches the bathroom to find nothing then she heads into the bedroom. Maya searches the drawers and closet only to find one flannel shirt. Hey at least it is something. She shoves the shirt into her backpack. Maya makes her way back to the main room.
Name- Electra Grandbelle
A large, sharp kitchen knife
Tampons
All carried in a large Victoria's Secret PINK backpack.
Alai sat at his computer and typed away furiously, fighting a government firewall he had been going at for the past week, trying to get delicate information on the government's course of action and how they were handling the entire apocalypse thing. From what he had gathered so far, not very well. The firewall of this magnitude would normally have taken a team of hackers a few months, but there was obviously no one monitoring the system, seeing as to how an eighteen year old has nearly gotten through in nearly a week. It meant no one monitoring the system, which also meant they were rationing staff for more important things, because when there are mindless flesh eaters banging down the doors of Congress, a few hackers are the last thing on a political figure's mind. Luckily for Alai, just because his internet service provider had gone down, didn't mean the internet was. He rarely used them anyways, as he was too easily traceable through them, but instead relied small proxy servers, which were luckily still up and running thanks to a good friend in Denver.
He was nearly there, but really had time to waste, seeing as to how his abode had received many remarks for having the most complex security system on Earth. He shut off his computer and ran up the stairs and onto the balcony to view the buildup along the perimeter of the gate. Holy he thought to himself. He had allowed too much time to himself and denied clean up for a day too long. It appeared there were at least 200 zombies now, banging against the gate. He hated this part, but knew it had to be done if he wanted to survive long enough to see if the government had anything planned. He drew a sniper with a suppressor from his father's fine arsenal of weaponry, which he had taught Alai to use in case of an emergency. His ammo supply dwindling down with each shot, he took out nearly all of the zombies, while the rest were in spots unreachable by the gun.
He counted 19 zombies left, and replaced the gun, and returned to his bedroom where he read his favorite book, Ender's Game. He loved this book so much, because his parents named him after one of Ender's friends in the book, Alai. He had despised his parent's decision for quiet a long time, until he realized that if it weren't Alai, then it would have been Leeroy. He found he prefers Alai much more than he would have liked Leeroy. He put the book down after a chapter or two and began to feel guilty. Guilty that he was so privileged to have such an advantage in the apocalypse, while there were others out there who deserved to live much more than him, becoming a snack for a zombie with the munchies. Finally, he could not deny his heavy eyes any longer, and let himself drift into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Noxi could hear screaming, oh ... Zombies... again...
She stuffed everything she had into her knapsack and raced out of the bathroom, she flipped open her switchblade. There was a person standing in front of a broken window, which had been taped up, she sighed and walked over to him. "Great job breaking it, hero" she said in a low, monotone voice, "Is there anyone else who wanted to kill you...? Because they're likely on their way, with the racket you made..."
She blew a strand of jet black hair from her face, blinking a couple of times
She took a small caramel square from her knapsack and popped it into her mouth, "Want one?" she offered.
Jon,
-"F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!" Jon yells as he searches the apartment for anything of use.
Down the hallway, Jon can hear the multiplying moans of the undead gathering around the barricade. The sounds of helicopters, jets, & soldiers surmounting outside somewhat drone out the moans. Gun shots are sounded, loud ones. There's a large boom & the apartment shakes a little, dust or debris, whatever it was, falls from the ceiling. Jon is shaking, nervous about the barricade. Never before has he felt so...alive. Just a few minutes ago, he wanted to put a bullet in his head, now...he wants to escape. Today was obviously a weird mix of emotions, just two days ago, Jon had to kill his own brother after he got infected, smashed in his head with a baseball bat. It still bothered Jon, but he tried to bottle up all the emotions, feelings he had. He couldn't let himself be dragged down by something like that, wouldn't allow it, not now.
The sirens seemed to never end, they wouldn't stop going off every three hours. Along with that, the National Guard kept broadcasting the same warnings
-"Stay in your house." The warnings would calmly announce over the radio, TV, even while the helicopters passed on by, a man would get on the intercom & warn everybody.
They never mentioned the imminent threat of looters & the infected still being able to get in. Still, it was nice to know that the Government was still kicking, atleast that's what Jon hoped.
Quickly grabbing as much as he could, Jon packs clothing, his toothbrush & toothpaste, & several other health products into a cardboard box. This wasn't enough, Jon needed to get some food & water from the kitchen below. Having an idea, Jon grabs an old empty water bottle from the trash can in his room. He quickly advances towards the bathroom that he & Greg had to share. Several items littered the counter top & blood stained the laminate flooring. It was Greg's.
Returning his eyes to the sink & trying to forget about Greg, Jon turns the sink's knob. Nothing, no water.
-"Sh*t!" Jon announces under his breath.
The sound of wood snapping announces a break through in the barricade Jon set up. Quickly peeking out into the hallway, Jon can see the hands of the undead violently clawing at the desk from Greg's room. The moans turned into aggressive growls. A beat of sweat drips from Jon's forehead, it was getting hot up here, the air conditioner had turned off days ago, no cool air. Taking his sweatshirt off, Jon quickly tosses it into his backpack that sat next to the cardboard box. He grabs the Colt M1911 from the back of his pants & checks the chamber, Jon was new to this stuff, his brother only taught him the basics while in the apocalypse, but he had forgotten most of it over a period of time.
One bullet was loaded in the chamber, & as far as Jon knew, he was out of ammo. Taking the aluminum baseball bat from his bag, Jon takes the bat & gun. Jon wanted to conserve the ammo & as far as he was concerned, the bat did just the trick, but it was more manual work & close quarters. Blood & bits of flesh & brain littered the bat. Most of it was Greg's, but some might have been from other infected. Getting an idea, Jon quickly runs over to Greg's room, there must be more ammo in his room, Jon only saw him with one clip though, so it was highly unlikely that he had more. Opening the door to his room, a sudden wave of that horrible rotting stench filled Jon's nose. His face shrivels up into a weird expression & he quickly covers his nose with his left arm, setting the baseball bat on the inner trim of the door. He looks around the dark room, a large puddle of blood stained the cream colored carpet, Greg laid dead on the floor near his bed, face smashed in from the baseball bat. Pieces of bone protruded from his face. Jon felt like he was going to get sick, just smelling it was enough to make him vomit. His eyes flutter around the room, stopping on the side tables on each side of Greg's queen sized bed. Checking both, Jon only finds magazines, one Jon takes for himself, lubricants, & condoms. It was a little disturbing to Jon, but he just went along & grabbed a box of condoms, you never know. Jon looks around the room, trying to avoid eye contact with Greg's corpse. Several flies fluttered around the room, the majority of them were slowly eating away at Greg, but some stopped to bother Jon. Waving each fly away, Jon thinks.
-Maybe the closet?
Quickly making his way to the double door closet, Jon rips one side open, revealing several hanged shirts & boxes full of useless stuff. His eyes bolt to the top shelve of the closet, again, nothing but boxes. Thinking one might contain at least a clip of ammo, Jon pulls the two boxes down to the floor, one was relatively heavy, the other was half empty. Searching through each, Jon still, somehow, keeps his guard up, listening to the undead just mere feet away from him. Pulling out old childhood memories from one box, Jon finds a switchblade hidden under a teddy bear.
-"Sweet." Jon says under his breath.
Pocketing the knife, Jon searches the other box, only to find a small med-kit that had nothing but antibiotic wipes & bandages. Sighing at the discovery, Jon stands up from his crouch. There's a large crash & the growls grow louder. Jon's eyes widen at the sound of feet against wood.
"SH*T!" Jon screams running for the baseball bat & slamming the door to Greg's room shut.
((Would anyone like to team up with me?))
She mumbled "I would have packed my gun... but the corpses were cracking through the barricade and I had to take the blade instead..." she lied rather accurately, popping another candy into her mouth before putting the bag back in her knapsack
Noxi nodded a bit "We should move as soon as possible, but not today, as far as I'm concerned no Undead are within these walls, the latest we should move is tomorrow, and in daylight, it's easier to see and we won't need to waste a flashlight..." she blinked again, the bags under her eyes suggested that she hadn't slept in weeks, but at the same time she looked alert and awake. "Staying outside is not a good idea, nor is building a campfire, the smoke and light will be easy to see, therefore staying here is the best possible option for now..." she began to think of the possibility that if it got too cold they could possibly freeze to death, but the possibility of that happening was low.
She noticed a girl, with platinum obviously died hair and heavy eye makeup walk out and look at Alex and I as if we were bugs, but nonetheless, I gave her a small wave in greeting and motioned for her to join us, no Undead being would look like that. "Hello" she grinned a bit "Are you done-dead?" she looked at me and I realized I probably did look like a Zombie, heavy bags, tangled hair, pale skin, lanky figure...
I nodded at her "Greetings... I am Noxi"
I don't get too far along the rubble-covered path until I find a girl about my age, and a boy discussing things I don't care about. Then I stop. Wait... people?I think to myself. I jog over to them, my bag bobbing up and down behind me.
"Hello. Are you done-dead?" I kind of joke. the girl looks dead alright, pale skin with heavy purple bags drooping under her bright blue eyes. I don't really look at the guy.
She turned to this girl who called herself Electra, "My apologies, my name is Noxitia Seracuse"
I narrow my eyes at him. Then give him a blank stare. "I'm not crazy." I say harshly. 'unnnnnnnggghhhhh' and that's it. My eyes shoot open. A zombies hand shoots through the window and the rest of it begins to climb through some snapped tape covering a window. I flip out and grip my butcher knife, then sip over and stab my knife through the zombies head, zomble juice spurting everywhere. I whimper and scream (STOP DOING THAT) and rip it out running aimlessly through the hallway. "NONONONONOOO DON'T INFECT ME WITH YOUR EVIL JUICES!" I cry.
"What do I do?" I hear the zombles shuddering towards us and whimper.
Maya awakes from a quick nap and immediately begins to search the rest of the apartment. She searches the bathroom to find nothing then she heads into the bedroom. Maya searches the drawers and closet only to find one flannel shirt. Hey at least it is something. She shoves the shirt into her backpack. Maya makes her way back to the main room.