[[ Abandoned ]] [semi-lit+ zombie, accepting]

[princess pudding]

{Haru and Dusk are outside the bar at the moment.}

[kimmy1479]

((Oh, derp. XD I'll go edit.))

[intriguing]

~ Billie Tara Evans ~

Billie could hear more talking, she was beginning to worry. If walkers had learned to speak, she shuddered, she didn't even want to begin to comprehend the consequences. Wait a minute, she thought, people speak. The thought had ansented itself from her mind until this moment. She didn't know there were still people left. In fact, she was certain there weren't any people. She was beginning to worry now, this showing through her shivers. She didn't know what to do, get out of the cupboard and risk being eaten alive by talking zombies, or get out of the cupboard and maybe join a group of others. She wa sunsure of herself and her decisions, but it was a fifty fifty chance she'd be eaten. Though she'd prefer not to risk it, she still had one heck of a baseball bat in her hands. Slowly she edged to woards the cupboard door, easing it open a fraction to see what outside.

Humans. Real, actual humans. Real people. Actual, real people. She couldn't believe it. She hadn't seen real people for so long. The streets were walker territory now, and any humans she did see were lying on the floor being feasted on by rabid cannibals. Just like the comics, she thought, they always go for the brains. She eased the door open a little more, this time it make a rather loud creak and nudged something down from the shelf above. Witha huge clatter and an eachoing thump her position was revealed. "Sh*t," muttered Billie with a certain biting anger. She, though no longer afraid, still had not wished to make such a loud noise. Slowly, as if trying to make her situation a little better, Billie eased herself out of the cupboard. For a tall, lithe woman, this wasn't as easy as it would have been for, say, a child. She wiggled her way out, pondering how she had even got in there in the first place. Rising up and trying not to bump her head, Billie appeared, in her full, baseball bat weilding, bullet laden glory. She looked around taking in the scene, she hadn't seen light for two days and her eyes were only just growing accustomed to it. She noticed the people all milling around, most of them appeared oblivious to her being there. She took in her surrounding in a quick, panoramic glance, she could do with a shot of vodka right about now, thank goodness she was in a bar.

((Anyone free to talk to Billie, or shall I make another post?))

[princess pudding]

{Note- I won't be on a lot today.}

Zane headed up the steep slope, his hair falling into his face. HIs breath came in jagged, quick huffs, and he sat down under the shade of a building, the windows shattered and the inside a mess. His stomach growled and he whiped sweat from his forhead, unsure of what to do now. He'd been traveling the state for days, and to end up in such a mess of a town didn't make him feel any better. Zane quietly took out his water bottle from his bag, taking a large swallow as the cold liquid dribbled down his chin. He heard distant murmures, but he didn't make much of it; he wasn't here to join up wit others, that was to say.

[kimmy1479]

((Magique- Both of my charries are free and inside the bar.))

[intriguing]

((Awesome, yeah, as above Billie's in the bar atm and she's made a lot of noise, so anybody can 'discover' her ))

[kimmy1479]

((Great! ^.^))

~Ashia~

Hearing a loud bit of clattering, Ashia turned toward the left, where she spotted a pretty, lithe woman, easing her way out of a cupboard. She looked a bit confused, like she had been hiding from the zombies when we made our way in, and just now realized that the noises she heard where human.
"Um... hello." I said, walking up to her. "Where you hiding here when we came in?" I asked her.

[Awnry~Kitten]

X Killas 07 X

~::OOC: Geez, finally I made it back to the library to post for the day lmao, I'm really sorry if I'm gone too long. I'm gathering money to buy a power cable for my computer. I promise it won't be long, lol.::~

Rob heard some banging and shuffling against the boards on the doors in response to his plea. He quieted Bryan, whom began barking up a storm as soon as he heard it as well, and sighed relief when the first boards came off. He smiled at the man behind them, and looked around. Rob suddenly felt a little embarrassed about all the noise, but he really didn't know if there was even anyone in there. Thankfully, as he looked around, he didn't see any infected that had heard much of the noise, though there was a nice big group in the distance. His smile faded and he worried about whether or not they would break into rage soon. He hurried inside the bar when he could get it, climbing over the boards. Bryan leaped over with a good landing and began sniffing around, happy to be safe. Rob turned to the man putting the boards back up and cleared his throat to speak.

"Hi, um, I'm Robert, this is my dog Bryan. Thanks a lot for letting us in. I'm really sorry about making so much noise, I was just really hoping there was someone in here that would hear it. Um, I have some defenses that I'd be happy to share...."

He wasn't really sure why he was apologizing or feeling so embarrassed. Perhaps it was the nervousness of being around another human being that was lucid and not infected in anyway. He looked around, hoping the guy would also be nice enough to talk back and wasn't so hard or worn yet from the casualties.
He saw a girl looking at the bottles of booze behind the bar and had to chuckle just a little. Drinking was surprisingly the last thing on his mind at the moment, but he sure didn't blame her for trying to make the best of things. If there was any chance that they should die from all this, they might as well live it up now. Despite that thought, Robert wasn't really a fatalist in any way. He was just grateful to be the last to stand and fight, and had real hope that he and perhaps these strangers would survive the odds. He watched Bryan looking at him, panting with his tongue out and he bent down to rub Bryan's face.

"Hey, is there any water around here? Bryan and I could use just a little, if it's not too much trouble."

He turned to the guy that let him in, not expecting the preoccupied cutie to answer him right now.

[intriguing]

~ Billie Tara Evans ~

"Unfortunately yes," said Billie in response to Ashia, she was somewhat surprised by the sudden speech of the girl, having been so used to zombies. It was nice, however, to talk to people again, allbeit very much younger ones. Billie felt a pang of longing for her friends again, for those drunken nights they had spent, laughing and joking, having a good time. She would never get those again, she would never even see those friends again. She sighed to herself, temporarily zoning out of the conversation, "So, when did you guys get here?" she asked, once again talking, allbeit a little absentmindedly. She now found herself leaning back against the bar in her usual casual manner, her baseball bat gripped tight in the hand that was limply hung by her side. She used her free hand to brush away the few stray strands of hair falling over her eyes, Sitting in a cupboard for two days hadn't done much for her lookswise, her hair was a little messy and her face a little grubby, there was even still a few drops of blood here and there on her face and ahnds, she wa sunsure whether it was from herself or zombies, she couldn't quite be sure nowadays. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Billie, by the way, Billie Evans," she introduced herself, despite the fact that it had only been a few weeks since the walkers had made their appearance, Billie felt like it had been an age. She was forgetting the simple rules of polite conversation, she was sure she'd get used to it in the end, but for now she was a little rusty.
Bille unlipped the messenger bag that was resting on her hip, she procured from it a small bottle of water and tooka few sips, not too many, as she was alreayd concerned with rationing, but just enough to sustain her and her sore throat. The worst time to et a cold was when a zombie apocalypse was dawning, but Billie's defenses always did seem to pick the wrong time.

[kimmy1479]

~Ashia~

"We've been here for only a few hours." Ashia explained to the woman; Billie. Odd name for a girl, but, than again, so was Ashia.
"My name is Ashia." she said in way of introduction as she watched the woman drink the meager sips of water.
"Theres plenty of alcoholic drinks." she told her, gesturing to the wall filled with wine bottles.
"There might even be some sparkling water or ginger ale." she told her, deciding that that would probably be better, since she was under age, and this woman looked somewhat ill.
"Would you like something?" she offered, since this woman looked rather parched and in need of something to sustain her.