Zombie Apocalypse RP
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Thread Topic: Zombie Apocalypse RP
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Lianna jumped off the tree. "Oh, your up. We're at a farm house. Not many zombies here." She said. "And we met someone new."
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Jess walks around kicking a rock in her path. She thought about her brother. Was he alive? Probably not, unless he found someone that was alive. She kicked the rock harder in frustration.
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He wipped some sweat from his four head. "Nice to know your getting comfortable." Chuckles softly before walking inside the house. He was looking for anything to help them.
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She she glared at him. Jess toke out her pocket knife inspecting it. A little blood there, a little dirt here. Nothing new.
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IHLAOY Newbie(Thanks for the compliment Goddess, but I don't really do well in romance roleplays.
Also Luna, a bow? Really? You made a bow? Have fun with that thing's tensile strength before it snaps in half.)
The new day was loud and boisterous in Vivian's tower, and no amount of undead moaning and gnashing of teeth could bring her spirits down. A loud guitar rose above the din, solid and fast, as Vivian played.
Not a real guitar, of course, Vivian could never find the time before the collapse to learn it, and a functioning guitar was not one of the things her prison held. But her imagination was strong enough, and her music so overpowering, that it didn't really matter much anyway.
Sitting back down; the chords of her song running their final breath; her chair breaking and adjusting beneath her; the lights flashing in front of her like a million glowworms, Vivian continued her show.
"Welcome back everybody, this is Vivian Scratch speaking to you from across the radio, and I hope you enjoyed the music. Just a little something I whipped up from my collection."
Vivian took a breath, "Today we're gonna be talking about the funniest way you've killed a zombie. Now, we all know that nothing is going to beat Tanker Joe, and I've accepted that; but that doesn't mean we can't have a bit of humour. Who knows, maybe something might match it." -
(How do you think they made bow hundreds of years ago? They didn't go to the store and ask for one, they made them. Please stop shooting sarcastic comments at me.)
Lianna drew her sword and practiced with a tree. There wasn't as many zombies as she was used to, so she was tense. She kept expecting a zombie to pop out of nowhere. Lianna sheathed her sword and sat down beside the tree. When did things go so wrong? -
Sam wagged his tail as he trailed Jackson around the house. Seeing the rooms were clear Jackson picked a room and laid down his gear. Sam barked happily and plopped down on the floor as he left once more. Jack headed outside and eyed the girls. He shook his head and headed towards the barn. Maybe they had horses around.
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Jess walked from the house to a hill. From there, she saw the city. She drew in her breath deeply. The sky-scrapers once tall and proud now tall, but destroyed. How did zombies do that? The view made her want to get closer, it made her want to be there and explore. She shook her head. Then it came as an idea:she would explore the not-so-empty sreets and maybe kill a few zombies. Now all she had to do was wait till night time
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Lianna got up and walked towards Jess. Then she saw the sight that she did. "It was probably people fighting zombies inside the buildings," Lianna said. She looked at the buildings. It looked long destroyed. They looked like they were mostly office buildings.
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Jack whooped with joy. A pitch black mare was in the meadow. "Perfect!" He ginned and watched he from the outside of the gates. She snickers softly and slowly walks over to him but stays just out of reach.
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Jess glanced at jack, then back at Lianna. "Yea." she said fidgeting with her knife. "Or maybe they went crazy." Her gaze settled on the building for a few moments before snapping back to reality.
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"Yeah," Lianna said to Jess. "I'm going to go see what that was all about." Lianna heard Jackson yell. She walked down the hill and saw the horse. "A horse?" She asked. But on the inside she was smiling. She rode horses years ago, with her sister. The black horse reminded Lianna of Midnight, her sister's horse.
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He grinned "Gates must of protected her." He made a noise and she snorted and walked over to them. He patted her neck affectionily and chuckled "I used to have a few." He sighed softly. "Let's name her Twilight?" He asked. "Or star." Points at the white marking on the horses chest like a blazing star.
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She gulped, thinking about the plan. It couldn't be too bad. All it was, was: get supplies ready, escape quietly, kill a few zombies, and come home safe. It probably wasn't that safe, but the last few days were painfully boring to her. Jess sighed taking her knife and writing in the dirt. For all that is done, for all that is said, it is what is. She frowned at her words. They weren't exactly something she would write.
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It is what it is*
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