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[novella]

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[beekind]

Avano sprinted down the street,the soles on her worn converse practically coming off. There was a Messenger Bag slung over her shoulder,a traditional Chinese Bō in one hand,an Old Wooden Flute in the other,and a glare of determination on her face. If anyone asked her where the out-dated weapon and instrument had come from she'd tell them it was a gift from her father. The girl smirked at the ridiculous notion. That was a lie. She didn't talk and she had no father. She planted the base of her weapon on the ground and used it like a lever,catapulting herself onto the low roof of a store;across another few roofs and onto one of a house. Avano gripped her knees and tried to regain her breath. "Well,now. That was fun." The Zombies were still quite a way behind her,but at least now she was out of their reach...unless they happened to be smart enough o use ladders. Then she was screwed.

[The-Savage-Grace]

Ramming her bony shoulder into the door as hard as she could, Syn tried desperately to get into the house, hoping that if she could get up on the roof, she would at least have a chance to blow apart a few heads before she was eaten. Maybe. After the third or fourth time she hit the door with her leather clad shoulder, there was a loud splintering crack, and she flew through the now open doorway. Chuckling, she raced up the stairs as fast as she could, heading for what she hoped was a way to higher ground. After stumbling through the dark house for a while, she finally found her way into a large room that she guessed to be a living room. What had this world come to? There was a living room on the second floor! Taking in her surroundings, she noted the set of double glass doors that lead onto what she guess was a balcony.

Shrugging, she pushed open the doors slowly, not yet decided on whether this was a good idea or not. The doors were only glass and could be broken easily. She was in the middle of a psychological warfare when a loud crash echoed from the first floor. Muttering a quick little "What have I got to loose!", Synthesis walked onto the balcony and looked over the wooden railing that surrounded the small space. It was close enough to the ground that she could probably jump off with only minor damage to her knees. Sliding her beloved Sawed off shot gun from her belt, Syn loaded a couple rounds into the barrel and cocked the loader, loving the loud clicks it gave off. "Here we go!"

[.jaskier.]

Few minutes later, Zuko left with guns and knifes filled in the bag then jumped into the jeep and started to drive.

I and temptied to make a little girl about the age of 9 that riding in the back of his jeep but he doesn't know x3 )

[Clavicle]

[What's the weather like?]

[cazio]

Name: Javier De'Marco
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Profession: Worked at a video game store, but was also a college student studying industrial engineering, tried many other majors before that including, architecture, mechanical engineering, and even studied to be a vet at one point.
Skills: He's good at fixing things and building practically anything. He is also somewhat skilled in zombie mythology from working in a game store, so he generally knows what to do about flesh-craving monsters. He's extremely smart, but his downfall his that he is incredibly socially awkward. He sucks at talking in front of anyone and all his friends were the result of a grueling attempt at being normal in a conversation. He has almost no word filter, if he's thinking something, he's going to tell you.
Bio: He grew up as a snotty little rich kid until about 12, when his parent's company tanked and they went bankrupt. They lost their house, their cars and everything else. Javier hated this new life as some middle-class idiot, and got a job as soon as he could, vowing to fight his way up the corporate ladder and get the life he once had. He failed miserably and got stuck working at a fast food joint before he knew what happened. THat being said, his parents were smart when it came to his education, and his college fund was simply massive by the time he graduated high school a year early. He went off to college and changed his major almost monthly, never satisfied with what he was learning. He attempte dto get into the partying scene, and found that when he was stone drunk he actually made a pretty good kisser, but until then he was the guy who pretends he knows everyone, but no one likes him. He never had any serious relationships romantically or friendly, so when some of the frat boys offered to let him come on their trip to Vegas, he was stoked.

Then, the outbreak hit hard. Being Javier, he wasted no time with goodbyes and mushy gushy crap, he took off with a backpack with all the leftover food, cups and even stole a guy's asprin to take along. He'd seen this type of thing in games all the time, and pretended he knew what he was doing. He collected all kind of strange stuff to bring along, including an M16 he stole off the back of a National Guardsman turned zombie. His signature weapon is a Moltov Cocktail, or flaming vodka bottles. They make quite a fireball when they break and burning a zombie is the only permanent way to make sure they can't get you. He doesn't believe shooting their heads will do jack-squat, because after all a pile of ash couldn't stand up if it tried. Some call him insane for his tactics, but he relaly isn't. He's struck out on his own in a world that wants to kill him, what more do you want?
Personality: (He's socially awkward, yet outgoing. He just says the wrong thing all the time and he's loud about it. Some people like his strange banter, but most find it ridiculous. He's actually a nice polite guy in most situations, but once he's hyped up he goes nuts. When it come sto zombies however, he's a cold blooded killer. he'd got a million decapitating contraptions rolling around in his head, and has put many of them into motion outside his little fortress he calls home. He knows how to siphon gas out of cars and knows how to light a match, which is basically all he needs for survival. Food has never been much of an issue for him because he'll eat practially anything that isn't human or zombie. He's even had roasted cat, but he doesn't recommend it. ;P

Likes:
killin' zambies - oh come on,it gives you a rush!
fixing old stuff - when you've got all the time in the world, you have time to fix things.
devising plans - whether it be plans of escape or plans to trap zombies, Javier's ot your back
parkour - its incredibly helpful for escape, and it keeps him in good form without attracting attention from the undead
hunting - its kind of nice to go and get your food the ol fashioned way

Dislikes:
being alone - it kind of sucks
cooking - he really can't make much of anything besides a roast or a sandwich
looking for food - scavenging is better left to the animals in his opinion
hostile people - hey, zombie traps work for the living too!


Greatest fear: Getting hurt and not being able to do anything while the zombies start eating him.
Sexuality: Straight
Theme: Bad Voodoo - Kreeps
Equipment:
- thick metal wire
-barbed wire (stolen from army barricades)
- wirecutters
- a crap ton of matches
- hiking backpack w/ roll up sleeping bag
-bottles of vodka (no one really thinks to take alcohol during a zombie attack, so he has a lot of it)
- M4A1 Assult Rifle with ACOG scope and grenade launcher (lets say he wreaked havoc on the National Guard...)
-ammo & gernades

Appearance:

[maxlet]

Name: "Alexander James Eaton, but you may call me Alex or AJ."
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Profession: Full-time student, part-time mechanic.
Skills: "I've always been pretty good with cars, so that is one skill. I also played football for my school, meaning I'm not weak or slow. The only thing I'm not too handy with are heights."
Bio: Alex grew up in a modest town that most would refer to as Hicksville if they ever visited it. Miles separated neighbors from each other, and everyone knew how to farm or hunt. Everyone also knew each other. He made quick friends with his closest neighbor, Nora, and they became very close. He did good in school and stayed out of trouble, which meant he led the life of any average farm boy. Only with a higher IQ than one might expect.
He woke up to blood curdling screams from his sister's room. As he went in he saw his parents stumbling around her, bite marks on them. Banging could be heard downstairs. He shoved them aside and grabbed his sister. He took her to the backdoor and told her to go hide in his truck and he would be out in a second. She must have never made it. He saw her rabbit laying halfway to the truck but no other sign of her. Though the truth is obvious, he thinks she may still be alive. He called for her, but they came from around front to get him and he had to leave. That's when he went to get Nora.
Personality: Alex is the strong and silent, cool and collected type. Though, that doesn't leave him without faults. He spent most of his summer off working on cars and hanging out with Nora. He likes others to believe that nothing bothers him, but he does have a short temper when it comes to rude know-it-alls. He often lost it on boys who thought they could get grabby with Nora. He's loyal to the end and would risk his neck for anyone who would have his back.
Likes: Being able to teach others knew things, sunny days with slight breezes, being with Nora.
Dislikes: Know-it-alls, snobs, and sand.
Greatest fear: Losing the last person he believes he has.
Sexuality: Straight.
Theme: -
Equipment: He took his hunting rifle and gutting knife with him when he left, and grabbed his little's sister's favorite stuffed animal to take with him. Both his parents were bitten, but he believes his sister got away.
Appearance: Alexander

Name: "Nora Elizabeth Wilkop."
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Profession: Full-time student, part-time dairy farmer.
Skills: "I've been an avid hunter since the day I was old enough to handle Lucy, my dad's shotgun. I'm also good with animals, but that won't save us now."
Bio: Nora grew up in the same town Alex did. He took her under his wing and treated her like a little sister, and she saw him like an older brother. She was, oddly, an only child. She grew up on a dairy farm and learned to milk cows from a young age, though most of it was done by machine. She had a normal life, but found some trouble in highschool when she reached maturity. She never knew boys could be such pigs. Alex, however, was by her side to fend them off. Most of them seemed to be too drunk to know any better and would have grabbed at a cow if they could. She led as normal a life as any other girl in her town, until the virus reached them. Her father had been bit trying to protect the cows, and her mother when she ran to him. Nora knew better and locked herself in the house until she heard Alex's truck, gun shots, and him yelling at her to come out.
Personality: Nora is humble and sweet, though most often she stays quiet. She can be quite fearful especially since her first time off the farm was when they were running for their lives. She does her part where she can, but never pushes a subject even if she thinks it would be best. She thinks it better to stay quiet and let others take charge. Just like Alex, she stays loyal to the end.
Likes: The country, thunder storms, deer jerky.
Dislikes: Bustling cities, being yelled at, swine-like men.
Greatest fear: Alex really is all she has left, so losing him.
Sexuality: Straight.
Theme: -
Equipment: Her hunting rifle, a locket her mother gave her, and a hard cover copy of To Kill A Mockingbird, her favorite book.
Appearance: Nora

[The-Savage-Grace]

(Both Accepted! And Preposterous, check the 'S E T T I N G' post to find out what the weather is like.)

[Clavicle]

[Oh man, I'm so writer's blocked right now, it's not even funny. /sob
I'll try my best though.]

One Tobias Fox stalked the quiet, empty streets, looking warily over his shoulder every once in awhile, as if he was expecting something to come out of the shadows and eat him. He was focused on finding a place to hide, somewhere that none of the Zombies would get to him. It was either that, or fighting them off, and Tobias wasn’t sure he liked that ugly alternative.

But finding a safe house was difficult. Almost all of the houses with open doors had some sort of animal inside, usually dogs or cats, and they were very aggressive. Tobias didn’t know if the zombies attacked animals or not, but something had the beasts spooked. And with that in mind, he chose to stay clear of them, and avoid any houses with open or broken down doors. With his luck, it would be a zombie that catches him off guard next time, and not some mangy mutt.

During the last few days, Tobias had been stuck wandering the streets of his little neighborhood alone, which didn’t have a lot of hiding places to begin with. It wasn’t the nicest location, and except for his own house all of the empty houses he came by were small and had a lot of openings for zombies to get through. Those that weren’t, well, pigs would fly before any of their occupants let him in.

But luckily for him, there weren’t many zombies in sight, as far as he could see. There was this one kindergarden that had been teeming with them when he first came by it, for some odd reason, but even they scattered. Well, that, or somebody killed them. But there were barely any humans around, and none that looked like they had the guts to kill a zombie [if the way that they ran away from him was of any indication], Tobias pondered on the possibility of there being anyone who could kill or scare off so many zombies without being overpowered.

Was he missing something?

[free.]

(Directed at your character, VintageJunky! :3 )

Derek.
He surveyed his surroundings quickly, his black figure fleeting from shadow to shadow, house to house. He could hear the moans of zombies trying to follow his scent trail. For just a little extra fun, the devilish boy slit his own hand with his dagger, letting some of the blood seep out onto the black pavement street. That sure would send the monsters up in a frenzy. Leaving a trail of fresh blood, he wound his way over to his booby-trapped house. A crash sounding from the first floor, he peered in, but saw nothing. Holding gun at the ready, Derek moved stealthily and silently through the home.
Pausing for the slightest moment, Derek heard the sounds of soft footsteps from upstairs. Human footsteps, that is. Not the repetetive thud, thud, thud of zombie steps. Grinning, he dashed up towards the stairs with full speed and light footfalls. Knowing he didn't have much time until the zombies found him, Derek hoped whoever the person was had weapons and was prepared to use them. Waiting silently for a few moments outside a balcolny, he slipped through the door and leapt out at the other person, gun at the ready. It was a girl. He grinned a very scary looking grin, his grey eyes wide and maniac looking.
"I hope you know how to use those weapons. Because a whole hoard of Zombies will be coming through here any second." He let her know. Of course, the zombies would be following his blood trail. What they didn't know, or this girl, was that he had booby-trapped this particular house, and also had a planned escape route.