Survival of the fittest.
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Thread Topic: Survival of the fittest.
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im just wondering how i would turn out XD
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I would actually like to see how I would be in this, as well. o.o
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Ew.
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Thank you guys for letting me use you uvu
I'll try the best I can o/ -
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Sorry for not updating yesterday ;w; Was feelin goood
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CJ and I looked back to view the opening door. CJ quickly put the zombie corpse away.
Dad came in. He wore what he always did, a polo, simple blank pants and a cap. A pistol was clenched in his fist.
"Kids... you know I love you, right?" You could see the tears forming in his eyes beyond his glasses. He held the gun up. Brother and I just stared at him, chocking down the wave of emotions we were having. We know where he was going with this. And we wished he'd stop talking because of it.
Hamp sighed. "Get dressed, Desarae. We're going to go to the nearest shelter." He throw a gun my way, as if I was some solider about to go in to battle. He and CJ left the room.
I let out a long dragging sigh.
First thing first, I need to get this blood and brain off of me. I dashed to the shower, bringing a large towel with me. I passed the table where my father was sitting, organizing the ammo and guns he owned. My brother sat on the couch.
"Hurry up, idiot." My brother said in a slightly joking tone, but I took him seriously. I just rolled my eyes and continued on to the bathroom where I dropped my clothes and showered. I have a habit of taking long showers so I didn't get out til 15 minutes. Quickly, I left the bathroom, passed the living room again, and to my room. On my way there my bro looked at me and shook his head in irritation.
"Okay, Zombie attire!" I said to myself, trying to lighten the mood. I scrolled through my closet.
Not many good choices.
But then it hit me.
"I'm not going to a f---ing fashion show what the f--- am I doing?" I sighed once again. I simple grabbed a black hoodie, it was a little large but then I remembered, I don't care. I slipped on black skinny jeans, and these grey adidas running shoes. And just for safety measures, I put on knee and elbow pads. Now I could do some epic knee kicking action!
Now fooor "Zombie gear!" I remembered I had a used backpack in my closet. I got it out of there, it has a small tear but still, good enough. It was logical to only bring light things, things that are an absolute need. But... I just had to bring my sketch pad. I would've brought my computer too, but it's too big. And then that's when I realized what a materialistic twit I am. I walked to my computer and put my hand on it. "I'll miss you the most." I whispered to it. But hey, at least I could bring my phone. Light, and of course a necessity since it'll be for emergencies.
I shrugged my bag on to my shoulders. Now, for the weapons. Just when my hand grazed the doorkn-
BANG!!
The sound rang through my ears. The sound lingered for a moment before I immediately opened the door. When I did more gun shots were heard, just inside the living room! I rushed in to the hall and down the few feet of it. Then I saw them.
A small hoard of decaying flesh was in the house. Estimated about 9. My brother was stood on top of the couch, shooting any he could. My father though, was backed in the corner.
More of the zombies came.
And here I am. Wide eyed and terrified because I don't have anything to attack with...
I rushed back to my room, and brought my guitar with. I brought the hard black instrument down on another head. Then another. Sadly though, I don't have much upper body strength. I can't keep going like this. I'm too weak.
Long nails scraped against my jacket. After another shot the hand let go and fell to the ground.
"DESARAE!" My brother called out. "GO HIDE YOU RETARD!"
I just looked at him, feeling like i'm about to cry... I can't leave them...
"CJ! Desarae!" My father called while pistol whipping some of the undead.
"You both go!"
We paused and looked at him. Eyes wide open, like the words didn't process fully.
Father reached in to his pocket to pull out the keys to his sports van. He through the keys to CJ.
"Take your sister, the guns and go!"
My brother looked at the keys. His hands balled them up. My brother stuffed them in his pocket. He pulled me beside him, we walked carefully to the table and put as many guns and and ammo we could in a large track bag. After that we just...
Ran. -
Main zombie fighting group: Me, bro, Absol, Heph, and .... idk who else
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mesa cannot wait to see how pathetic i am XD
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I wanna fight zombies with you but I'm probably not gonna be put in here so I'll just leave now. -
Omfg ;-; the feels
This is sooooooooo gooooooooooood -
Mistyyyy i'll put you in a dif group for later.
Second group consist of: Maru, Selena, Brownie, Bob, and Carri
Third group has: Lucky, Luna, Rave, Eva, and wolf love -
PFF Add on misty to the third group.
And thank you lucky! -
Oh and i'll prolly add rain to the first group which is with absol and heph
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Hold on, THIS one is
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Any zombie in our path was shot away. We dashed for the car and once we were there we unlocked the doors as quickly as we could and jumped in. My brother didn't dare to take a breather yet. He jammed the key in and turned on the car. We backed over a zombie when leaving the drive way and off we went.
In to a world that's now just a nightmare.
I breathed heavily. I don't work out. Just running for two minutes put me out of breath. It was sad, really. My brother was driving as fast as he could. His face was full of seriousness. But then some anger came... but the kind of anger that had a hint of grief and despair. That anger that shouted "I regret leaving." He exhaled loudly and his face softened. Now we were driving to look for that shelter.
We guessed it must of been in Carlisle. That small little town that happens to be bigger than this town we already lived in. We didn't see many of the undead on that 17 minute ride. It was just a lot of crops, and bare land. There were houses on the way there, boarded up though. In fear of being eaten that night.
In the outskirts of the town we thought of a few things.
We had friends. What about them? They live here. How they doing? It's too risky to check , but the curiousity would kill us. But then that other thought popped in to our head. This is an example of survival of the fittest. We can't just take anyone. We can't just waste our precious resources on people we found weak.
Inside the town, a lot fo things were just boarded up. No window was open, not even the curtains. The small town seemed more smaller than what it is. It was like everyone was dead already. Dead. Silence. We stopped outside the dollar store. One of my favorite stores in this town so far! Cheap candy was a best friend of mine. No zombies were seen outside so, if we were going to a shelter, we should provide food.
"You stay here. Don't leave. Under ANY circumstances." I nodded my head silently. He took just a pistol with him outside. He looked both ways before continuing on to the door. His hand grasped the handle and he pulled it. Alas, it was locked. This didn't suprise him but was stil annoying. Looking both ways again, he began to knock silently. I simply observed him from the car. His eyes looked in to the store, eyeing the good merchandise that could be useful.
He took a deep breath. "In my many years of being a black teen, I never thought i'd have to resort to this stereotype." He backed away about 10 feet. His hand raised to shoot the glass window 3 times before charging at it and breaking the glass!
Clinton P.O.V
I landed on my shoulder in the shattered glass. "Thank god I was wearing padding." I whispered referring to my shoulder pads. I stood up and looked at the darkened interior. I rolled out one of the shopping carts and a basket hung on my arm. I've been to this store a lot. I visit more than my sister does since she's inside all day laying on her ass and laughing at hipster tumblr post. I wheels squeaked along the floors but that doesn't my main focus. Objective, grab food, get the f--- out.
I rolled over to the section with different cereals items. I put a few boxes of fruit loops and frosty flakes in. Then grabbed some bags of bread. I held up some protein bars and slipped those in my pocket for myself. Can't expect to survive an apocalypse without my protien. Then some chips, water of course, canned meat, a small bag of candy for desarae. Just a small one. We don't have room for that s---. Some powerades because. Oh hey some more stuff. And a little-
CRINK
I paused.
My eyes shot to the direction of the noise. Fear filled my body. But, just ignore it. I'm a confident being, I'm not. Scared.
I held on to my pistol and followed the noise.
Step Step Step
I followed. One less zombie the better. I turned the ailse. My finger on the trigger.
.............
My pointed gun lowered.
"Heather?!"
The girl sniffled.
"Clinton?"
I stood where I was. "What the hell are you doing here?" I snarled.
"Um, excuse you?? Well what are YOU doing here?" She knew we lived out of town.
"Answer me first." I demanded.
"No!"
"Aight, fine. We're here for the shelter and I was askin' you why you were here because you should be there??"
Heather just looked at me like I was stupid.
"Shelter? There IS no shelter, derp."
I dropped my gun. "No... shelter?...." I was taken a back by the words. That was a way how we could of survived. But it doesn't exist?
"Hey! What's going on back there?" Said an euthiastic voice. It was a guy. And to be honest, he sounded a little but like a stoner.
A blonde haired man popped his head from behind the sack of potato chips.
"Eeey! I'm mister potato head!" He joked, as a way to make the mood lighter. My brows furrowed at him. Seriously, what was he smoking? I want some of that s---.
The dorky chick rolled her eyes at him. "Really Jason?"
The shaggy look alike revealed his whole body. "What? Just trying to chill the mood a little."
"Jason!~" A blonde haired girl followed behind him. She tilted her head at the scene. The scene of a football player asking for answers from a nerdy girl with a Sword Art Online shirt.
I ran my fingers through my short curly hair. Seriously, what the f--- was going on? I bent down to pick up my pistol.
"Okay, Roll call. Who the f--- are you two?"
Jason and the blondey girl exhanged looks.
"I'm Jason. Or, on GTQ I go by Absol."
I looked at them crazy. The f--- is GTQ??
"I am..." When the younger girl spoke she had a slight accent to her. "Please, call me Sarah. On GTQ I am Rain in the Shadows. And we are friends of Heather, Heph, who is friends with my senpai!"
I was at a lost for words. This freakshow just made me sigh. I wasn't even gonna ask what a senpai was but I knew it was something japanese. I just nodded and walked to my Shopping cart and basket.
"Well then, since yall seem comfortable here, imma just leave." I walked away. Before a hand held on to my shoulder and stopped me. "Clinton!" Heather said to me. "Leave? leave to where?"
"Me and Desarae are gonna take the car and look for a shelter."
"Desarae's here?" Heather responded
"Kya! Shido senpai!" Sarah said in some weird... anime girl voice.
"Take us with you." Jason said on a serious note.
I gave them my famous "b---- please" Look. "UUMM. I don't think so."
Then silence broke.
A whimper came from the girl besides me. "But Clinton... We don't want to die!" Heather exclaimed. I looked down. A silenced sigh slowly escaped my throat. "f---..."
"PLEASE!"
Tears dripped on the cold, hard floor. Which is what my heart felt like for that moment.
But...
It's survival of the fittest.
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"Fine. Gear up with whatever you can find and lets go."
Jason and Sarah cheered.
"Thank you, Clinton... You derp." Heather smiled.
"Yeaah." I pushed her forehead with my index finger. "Hurry up. Oh! And get a basket full of what you can."
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I shall from now on be known as the potoato head man! POTATO POWERS ACTIVATE!!!
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