~Lost souls~ (Zombie Apocalypse) *Not Accepting*

[american-hedgehog]

After thinning the number infected significantly, Lorena started to sneak around and collect her arrows. Making them took time; time that she didn't really have. She then started to move in the direction the two boys had headed.
The infected didn't seem to even notice her as she scampered from car to car. She wondered if they could even see.
She finally came within sight of the two boys. They were sitting behind a white van looking in her direction like they were waiting for her. She quickly ran other to them and sat down next to them. "Hi. I'm glad I caught up with you guys! My name's Lorena."

[DesireeCollins]

Gregory pointed to his chest, "Im Gregory, and this is my little brother James." He guestered at James and James wave silently to her, "We have a car, would you like to come with us?" He whispered quietly and peeked around the van there were four infected comming closer, he gripped the crowbar and turned back to Lorena and made eye guesters towards the infected to silently let her know they were there.

[-Superman-]

I'm going to bed, just got back from a hockey game! Anywho I will post in the morning. Good night)

[DesireeCollins]

(Ok, talk with you in the morning, good night!^^) (Btw how was your hockey game?)

[Toxic Warrior]

Brook was scrambling through her bookbag looking for some macnchese "Guess I'm all out," she says after looking through out the whole thing.

[american-hedgehog]

Lorena silently rolled to the back of the van and peeked around the corner. She crept out a bit farther, took aim and fired a shot. It hit bullseye right between the eyes of the closest one. She began to fire at the other two, silently taking them out. "A car would be good...especially with all the free gas nowadays."

[Toxic Warrior]

Brook heard gun shots not all that far away. Forget breakfast, she thought I'm going to see what's happening down there. Getting her supplies and shot gun she crept around the corner. Then she saw two men and a woman shooting off their guns at the dead walkers. They'll just attract more of them. Sense these zombies follow noise. Brook coveedd ground quickly in large sprints.

[american-hedgehog]

(Not guns, a bow and crowbar )

[Emmi537942]

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Username and character name: Emmi537942 - Fabian Sydney Rose

>gender< "OK, if its not obvious enough, I am female!
I just because I like to play football and am not afraid
to get down and dirty, doesn't mean I'm a guy."

>age< "I am eighteen, a legal adult i guess. I don't drink
or anything though, that's ruined enough of my life before
this..."

>description<
-->hair"Well, I've never been asked to 'describe' my hair
before, but i guess its kinda a tawny red color. It's
normally red, just I help it with a bit of hair die.
When i don't straighten it, my red locks are what I
would describe as wavy. My best friend says it curly,
but I think curly calls for those big bouncy banana curls
you see people with, the ones that they have to
cover in like 40 tons of hair spray.

-->eyes "My eyes... Hmm, I well, they kinda change color.
If you wanted a basic color choice then I'd say they're
blue, no green. I'll settle on blue-green. It really depends
on my mood for what color they are. If I'm mad, my eyes
turn a dark sea blue color with flakes of green, but if I'm
happy they're a nice light-ish teal color. What's really freaky
though, is my eyes turn green when I'm excited or freaked
out. It's really funny on Halloween when I put in my spiderweb
contacts, and little kids come up to me and I have bright
green spiderweb eyes. I think I freaked a kid out so bad once
that he ran away crying."

-->weight"First of all its rude to ask a women her weight, but
I don't really care. I weight around 85-ish pounds, possibly
a smudge more. I don't know for sure, and haven't told
anyone, but I think I have an eating disorder. Its not super
bad, like I don't go and puke right after I eat or work out all
the time and not eat really anything. I just don't go and eat
if I don't have someone there or a schedule like at school to
make me eat. I eat full meals and stuff, its just I can't really
make myself go and get a sandwich or something like that..."

-->height"OK, I'm pretty short, 5'2 to be more precise.
For most of elementary school i was the shortest person in my
grade, even throughout all three of the elementary schools in
my district. You do get a lot of favors though when your
short!"

-->body mods "I do have a couple tattoos, well more
than a couple, and have my ears pierced and a nose ring.[/color
Tattoo #1 Tattoo #2 Tattoo #3 Tattoo #4 Tattoo #5
Tattoo #6 Nose Ring

>Personality< "Well, as in personality, I like being me.
I know that's really quite vague, but I find it really
hard to describe myself. My friends say I'm bubbly and
silly with a temperamental temper. I 'm really not a
mean person and am fairly patient with people, but
when I do go off, you don't want to be around. My
past experiences with friends and boyfriends, I've
gotten burned. I have a hard time letting people all
the way in and a hard time accepting my feelings. I
hide everything inside, bottled up under the surface
that only manages to come out when I know I can trust
you. I express my feeling and problems through my
music. If you do manage to wiggle your way in, I will
never ever let you down. I will always be there for you,
that person you can call at 2 am and know they'll
answer. I guess the hardest thing for me, is trust..."

>history< "My history isn't so great... At the age of
seven, my father, a drunk, was killed in a car crash
on the highway. My mother went into depression
from his death and began drinking non-stop and
abusing me and my brother Wes. Wes stepped up
and filled in for our mother, making dinner and
protecting me from her. A month after the
showing no improvement, my mother mashed an
alcohol bottle on my back. This created a huge
gash running from my left shoulder to the bottom
right side of my back along with other cuts filled
with glass. Wes walked in right as happened and
called an ambulance. The ambulance rushed over
and took me to the hospital where they removed
the glass and stitched me up. My mom was the
sent to get help, and me and my brother stayed
with our grandmother.Last year, my brother age
19, enlisted in the army. A couple months ago his
troupe was killed from a land mine. Before he
left, he promised me he'd see me soon. We were
really close and I never got to see him again
before he died.I don't like to talk about my
history at all, and I really shut down upon hearing
my brothers name..."

>weapons< "I am actually really good at knife
throwing. My grandma had this old dart board
in the basement, just instead of darts we used
these little knifes specially made for the board.
I am also an ok shot (I have a m-16) and can pack
a hard punch. Along with my weapons, I also
am pretty darn flexible and am a fast runner.

>Crush or relationship< "Sadly don't have a
special someone yet. I think Im begining to develop
a crush, but I don't know....I think I have a crush on
John...!"

>other< "I thinks that's it!"

[Toxic Warrior]

Oh lol srry))