Zombie Apocalypse! [Semi-Lit/Always Open&Accepting!]

[Raynie_Taco]

Sean didn’t know where to go, which wasn’t strange for the old him. However, he was trying to shed his socially awkward skin and become the hero of this apocalypse. He shoved his hands in his pockets and stalked towards the house, since he realized he might be more use there. He stepped inside the house, not actually knowing where to go. Wonder around, he thought as he turned a corner. He spotted the kitchen, and the dreaded Damon, and decided he might have better luck up the stairs. The steps creaked as he continued to climb, making it impossible to sneak up on anyone. Not that he was trying to sneak up on anyone; he thought finally making it to the top step.

Ethan was straining to hear what was happening between the adults, but he couldn’t really understand; something about them dying and people leaving. He really didn’t want anyone to leave since everyone survival chances increased with the numbers at least that is what Ethan thought. Erin kept grabbing at him, knowing it annoyed him to no end when she pestered him so. “Erin, stop please,” he said in a harsh whisper. At least I said please, he concluded as he stepped closer to the group.

Erin couldn’t hold it anymore; she was almost in tears at the thought of holding it anymore. Ethan wasn’t going to help her, she thought with dismay, but maybe Blathnaid will. It was so dark in the church that Erin really couldn’t see who was who; plus, her height tended to limit her. She reached for the closes adult shirt, thinking Blathnaid could not have gone too far away. However, instead of the sweet female face and strange Irish accent Erin became so fond of, she was shocked to see a rugged, tired face of a man. He looked down at her, a normal reaction to someone hanging onto his shirt, but Erin couldn’t speak. She turned red, looked away, and thought I can’t tell this stranger my problems… She didn’t like strangers and she definitely didn’t want to speak to this scary beast of a man.

[princess pudding]

[Pip has a pretty good idea of how to survive x3 She just doesn't look like it. Thanks, by the way, I'll roleplay him very soon, I'm in the middle of doing chores.]

You have no idea, Pip thought quietly to herself, but decided to remain silent. I've spent the past ten years of my life without parents or a family. Whatever Damon's been through, it can't be much worse then mine. "Mm," was all she said, giving her head a tiny shake. Don't plan on it, was what she really wanted to say. She nudged the flower above her ear so it wouldn't fall out, and pondered whether she should hang around or explore the area further. If there was any trouble, she wanted to know how to get as far from the house as she could without anyone's help. Pip found it quite amusing that the small bang considered her exploring a child's play, when in reality she was plotting out escape routes and memorizing territory with each step. The flower field had been a simple expedition.

[~Victoria~]

(I know that, but Victoria doesn't......)

Victoria shrugged, she noticed Shane stepping into the house and she turned back, following him upstairs. She may as well explain to him what she explained to Pip. She stood next to him, walking toward the large bedroom where all the mattresses and the blankets and pillows were. She gave him a small smile, "I thought it would be safer if we all slept in the same room..." She said with a small shrug.

[princess pudding]

Piper did not follow her as she skittered after Sean. Instead, she headed out the door to get a better feel of the area. Part of her felt lonley, but she'd felt that way most every day of her life; even before the Apocalypse gripped the world. It was an emotion and feeling you got use to. Just not one you felt comfortable letting in so easily. With a sleepy yawn, the brunette crunched over the gravel and passed the barn, eyes narrowed ahead of her.

The dark-haired boy crept along the slope, his pale green gaze flicking in the pale sunlight. Very slowy, he made his way towards the outer buildings, breathing coming to a stop at the sight of the many undead creatures. Beside him, a slender, black german shepherd copied his movements, silent as the sky above them. "Just a little bit longer, Koda," the boy muttered, left hand edging towards his pocket knife, "Were getting closer." The dog, Koda, made no response, just as he was trained to do so in such situations. The boy was known as Dax, and he was currently stuck in a death-be-with-you kind of problem.

[Raynie_Taco]

Name: Marcus Cordell Williams
Age: 24
Occupation (before apocalypse): Vet assistant and going to graduate school for veterinary science
History: Marcus was adapted into a wealthy family when he was six years old. He had only one older brother, who was not adapted, named Iseul and his parents were named Myong and Haneul. They migrated to America from South Korea and made a living as scientist. Expectations of the young Marcus was at an almost unreachable level and after years of being compared to Iseul, Marcus began to hate his adapted family. When he was eighteen, his parents did not only expect Marcus to go to college, he had no choice. Marcus, to gain a little control of his life, decided to go to college far away from his prestigious home. He was a bit wild his first year of college, enjoying the freedom from his family glares, and almost was sent packing. Thanks to one professor who saw hope in his naive student, Marcus was not only about to graduate from the university, but also he was the top ten percent of his class. It still wasn’t enough for his parents, however, and Marcus enrolled into graduate school in hope of becoming a great veterinarian. He just got his job as vet assistance when the outbreak happened and that day his best friend, his dog Troy, ran away. He still believes Troy is out there, and while killing zombies, he is silently searching for his buddy.
Personality: Marcus is a social chameleon, molding to any situation. He is outgoing at times, quiet at others, but usually smiling. He didn’t like people as much as his friends thought but loved animals. In his mind, animals do not judge you, do not compare you to others, and didn’t expect more than the basics. He is a natural homebody that loves his own space.; also, he had a complex about people telling him what to do.
Any Hope For Humankind?: What do you think…


Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Body Shape: Average build, Strong but not muscular.
Clothes: Button down, plaid orange and brown shirt, blue jeans, and brown Rockport sneakers.
Weapon You Carry (max of 3): 9 mm handgun (limited ammo), shovel
Other: He was a lovely dog name Troy; however Troy is MIA (missing in action)

[~Victoria~]

(Victoria is talking to Shane.)

[Raynie_Taco]

Sean listened to the beautiful Victoria, watching her lips as she spoke. He did a mental slap and looked back at her eyes. Girls didn’t like to be stared at like pieces of meat and he was pretty sure that it was rude. After she told him they were all sleeping in the same room, for safety reasons, and he was about to agree until it hit him. We are all sleeping together…. “No!” he exclaimed, mostly to himself. After clearing his throat, he continued, “I mean, can’t the boys sleep in one room and the girls in the other?”

[iSaNeKo]

Jason felt a tug on the hem of his shirt, and he was sure it wasn’t Sam or Blathnaid. Upon searching for the culprit, Jason looked down, catching the big eyes of the very young, redheaded child. She looked terrified, and it wasn’t the apocalypse this time; her face was flushed red with embarrassment. She didn’t say anything, so Jason took the initiative to figure out her problem. He squatted down to the child’s level, resting one elbow on his knee and holding his axe in the opposite hand, mustering up his best consoling voice, “Can I help you, sweetie?”

[Taco Girl, you are accpeted. lol Also, McKayla is talking to Zoey, in the barn...]

[Raynie_Taco]

[[Yay I am accepted. Sorry for the delay Victoria ^-^'. Also, I would like to take this time to point out that Jason and Erin... TOO CUTE! :') I am such a nerd xD]]

[takane]

Blathnaid sighed and went off to find some candles. Churches usually had those. She fumbled around at the altar of the church until she felt a waxy candle beneath her hands. She took it back to the group. 'Anyone have any matches or a lighter?'