a lil zombie apocalypse rp
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Thread Topic: a lil zombie apocalypse rp
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(sorry egg, I should have let you know I was trying to get our characters together rip 💀)
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I wasn't paying attention actually 💀 can I rewrite that?))
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go for it, i'll wait lol))
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(yeah, go ahead)
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Just as Montresor was about to go for the kill on the zombie, the door to the apartment opened. He swiveled around quick to look at his current threat holding up his switchblade just to see another survivor. 'oh great.' Montresor thought sarcastically. He glared at the other surviver before glancing over his his shoulder to assure the zombie didn't notice the noise of the door. He then put his finger up to his lips as the American symbol for shush as far as he knew. He then walked towards the other survivor, picking up his light carefully as to avoid the noise.
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thinking abt making a story for justin tbh its kinda fun writing this lol))
Justin squeezed his eyes shut, silently counting down from ten in his head. 10...9...8... He was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot at a distance. Faint, but clear as day. It rattled his nerves and left him almost wishing for a zombie's growl. So there were survivors out there right now, probably raiders or the occasional adrenaline junkie. In short, more competition for the few supplies left.
He didn't hear anything, but knew better than to drop his guard. That body was fresh, which meant a zombie or some other flesh eater was close by. He scrambled towards his flashlight, frantically patting it with his hand. The glass had shattered and he accidentally cut himself, pulling his hand back with a quiet hiss of pain. He could figure out his flashlight situation later. Right now, he had to get out of here before that thing returned.
Justin rushed down the stairwell, trying to tie up his hand to keep it from bleeding too much. Blood attracted predators. He brushed against something hairy in the dark and nearly flew out of his skin, trying to turn his flashlight on. It flickered and a pair of glowing eyes stared back at him. Don't scream, don't scream...
His flashlight finally turned on and a steady beam landed on...a cat. An ugly looking creature with matted fur and amber eyes, its face dirty. From what he could tell, it didn't look too skinny. He hoped it had just been feeding itself on rats and mice instead of...other things.
"Bad. Bad cat," Justin said sternly, surprised at the sound of his own scratchy voice. He hadn't spoken in days, having no one to talk to. There was no point in speaking since it only drew attention. His voice sounded hoarse but the cat payed no mind.
"Shoo. Go away," Justin commanded, flapping his hands at the cat. It meowed at him and was promptly shushed. He rolled his eyes and marched down the stairs. He heard the pitter-patter of steps behind him, whipping around to see that it was following.
"Ohoho, no. NO." He put his hands on his hips, glaring at the cat sternly. "Go back to whatever hole you live in and stay there. I'm not taking care of you." -
Ellenor had been running for almost a minute, and everytime she lost one, another came out from nowhere. They were fast and Ellenor knew she couldnt run for ever. Panting, she ran into a big appartment building, fighting to control her heavy breathing. She scanned around, trying to find anything while keeping watch over the door, her hand resting on her dagger. Eventually, and luckily, they wandered and slowly roamed away at the loss of their prey.
Ellenor sighed and began to walk up the stairs slowly, keeping watch over the slightest sound. The air smelt of blood and something else Ellenor wasnt used to. Turning on her flashlight, she moved around the appartments. reading the numbers on the doors as she walked, not kmowing what to do. Fear suddenly gripped her as she heard noises from1 one of the rooms. She didn't know what to expect, feeling already that her idea of leaving her home a bad one. Preparing herself for the worst, she opened one of the doors. -
Jake ran into the retail store blocking the door with a shelving unit. "That'll be good" his voice was only a bit crackily due to him talking to his dog and himself at least once a day. "Now where is that stash" he looked where he put them before "yes jackpot" he found a large bag of dog food and picked it up after loading his gun. He shoved the shelving unit out of the way and shot the crawler in front of him. He ran into his tractor putting the bag in the back and locking his door. The tractor made a loud noise when it started up, he ran over the walker that tried to climb onto his vehicle and went further towards an apartment building looking for coffee or anything sweet
(I'm not sure who Jake should meet) -
Bump))
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He can meet Justin if you want! Bro is mostly chillin in the stairwell rn))
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(I mean it kind of is logical)
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