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

[iSaNeKo]

[Okay, so I've written what I want to say for McKayla and Jordan, but what time of day is it where Jordan and Pip are?]

[princess pudding]

[ Early afternoon ]

[~Victoria~]

McKayla breathed in a deep, defeated breath and closed her eyes again. Sorry she internally groaned. She thought back on his life, which eventually faded into her own. The medals, the practicing, the ‘glory’ she held in her home for those few minutes after every competition meant nothing now; it meant nothing in comparison to Damon’s past, and nothing in the world they strived to survive in currently. While she was training to be an Olympian, Damon was training to protect his family. How could she live up to that? It’s not a competition she had to remind herself. McKayla’s whole life was about competing, and it was the only thing she really knew how to do well. How could she consol him about the way things turned out for him was a better inquiry.

She rolled her eyes opened and looked into the house via the glass window that covered part of the door. Damon was already at the kitchen, and pulling down bowls for supper. He’s too sweet for his own good she would have grinned at the sight of him, but her thoughts were much too accurate for her taste. Yes there was some strength in numbers, but McKayla did not want to form bonds or attachments just to turn around and lose them all again. Her thoughts were interrupted by Damon’s shouting voice. “Dinner” was ready and it was getting late. McKayla looked at the clouds, which were now a dark mixture of purple, pink, and red. It must be six o’clock she guessed by Damon’s saying dinner was at six tonight. People began filing in the house, if they weren’t already present, and McKayla decided to hold the door for everyone, leaving her to be the last inside and the last to approach the table of food.

Once she got to the kitchen and saw the bowls of stew, the smell of it all bombarded her senses at once. Her stomach growled and her mouth began to water; she tried to remember the last time she had, actually, eaten. It seemed not to come to mind. Maybe a candy bar? Either way, there was food on the table in front of her, and she was not going to complain or think too much into it. McKayla glanced across the kitchen at Damon and her cheeks began to redden of embarrassment; she had never been much of one to hang around people who made her catch butterflies so easily. She sat with everyone else who was seated, and waited for their last guest. Almost everyone else was already halfway through with their food before McKayla spoke up, pointing with her spoon at the empty chair seated next to her, “Where is the obnoxiously cheerful girl?” She redirected her attention to the living room, expecting Pip to enter the room at any minute.


“You have to keep running,” his voice seemed to startle the young girl, but his target complied, which was fine with him. The dark-haired boy wrapped his hand around her upper arm, pulling her toward the inside of the alley they were standing near. Jordan had already lost this horde once today; he knew because of the older couple who seemed to stick out from the pack. The man was wearing a pair of tattered red and black checkered sleep pants complete with a matching flannel shirt, and the woman sported a powdered blue (now stained with death) nightgown. Jordan always had a knack for detail, therefore he knew each horde and which zombies tended to roam alone; also, the streets of the city were already embedded in his memory from delivering spare orders from his father’s restaurant all his life. There was another, smaller horde at the other end of the alleyway; that didn’t bother him, but his companion tensed up.

He, quickly, dodged down another alleyway stemming off of the one they currently resided in, leaving the two hordes behind. The straightaway led to the backyard of the Johnson’s house, from what he remembered. They always left their back door unlocked because they figured no one would ever jump the fence, which surrounded their back property; at least that’s what they had told Jordan. He was about to, and so was his companion. There, he let go of the small brunette to grip the metal bar and throw his legs over in one swift motion. The small chain linked fence was a breeze for him; he looked back to see how it was on his partner. He was pulled back by a straggling walker; he refused to use his shotgun, unless there was an emergency, but Jordan handled the undead man with ease. The Asian boy just pushed the thing into a nearby child’s toy, which he stumbled backward over and fell to the ground.

Thankfully, the girl was already at his side. Jordan ran on to the back porch and tried the door; unlocked. He hurried the girl through the sliding glass and locked it behind them. “Let’s go.” Without letting her get a word or a breath in, Jordan was already halfway across the room, heading for the front door. She followed suit. Jordan poked his head out the front door, hurriedly, but keeping quiet. There were no zombies around the front, but the back glass was being beaten on and there was no stopping infiltration. As he locked the door behind them and darted out of the house, they heard the glass break and the monsters begin rummaging about the house. Jordan took the girl across the street and down another back alley. Although they had escaped the initial horde, Jordan didn’t want to attract any others. Carefully, he lead the petite girl toward his own haven.

[Okay, so...for clarification's sake... The group at the farmhouse is on evening one, the group in the church is on evening one, and Piper, Phoenix, and Jordan are on morning two?]

Damon glanced at McKayla...she had been the last one in. He smirked slightly and set a bowl of stew in front of her. "There ya go..." He nodded and took the empty seat beside her. His eyes watched her for a moment. When she asked where the other girl was she looked like she had been waiting for her to pop right in. Damon frowned slightly. "She left a few hours ago..." He said with a small shrug. "I watched her...looked like she headed into town..." he said, picking up his spoon. He began to eat. It had been a while since he had actually cooked something, but he was happy to say that it was delicious. Either that or he hadn't eaten in a long time and had forgotten what delicious meant. He sighed and ate another spoonful. A million thoughts swam through his head, of course, his face was expressionless and didn't show any of his thoughts. He wondered why he had decided to tell McKayla about his past...if they had been in the world before the Apocalypse, he would have been killed for telling someone even that small amount of information. The C.I.A had forbidden him to find his sister, said that he had more important things to do...but he didn't listen. They never found out that he saved her...but they had their suspicions. Even though no expression was on his face, his normally bright blue eyes were somewhat more dull...expressing that he was thinking, remembering, but no one would be able to tell if it was a happy memory or not...Damon's expression never changed.

[Doodle Buddy]

Name: Jasmine Marie
Age: 19
Occupation (before apocalypse): Artist and singer
History:
Personality: Quiet and shy, she is usually off on her own drawing or singing. She loves to dream about what the world use to be and what it could become someday. Her head is always in the clouds because she doesn't like what is down here.
Any Hope For Humankind?: She dreams all the time.


Hair Color: Chocolate brown
Eye Color: Light hazel (almost green)
Body Shape: Slight hourglass and long legs
Clothes: Usually leggings and v-neck t-short
Weapon You Carry (max of 3): Machette, Pistol and throwing knives
Other: Nope

Name: Zachary Gooding (Zach)
Age: 19
Occupation (before apocalypse): Constuction Worker
History: Lived in the city and he lost everything. He wanders the city now fighting for his life.
Personality: Very grounded and calm, he is level headed and clever. Usually staying up high but sometimes fights zombies for fun.
Any Hope For Humankind?: None at all, all they will do is destroy themselves again


Hair Color: Chocolate Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Body Shape: Muscular
Clothes: Jeans and a muscle shirt
Weapon You Carry (max of 3): Dagger, shot gun and pistol
Other: Nope

[iSaNeKo]

Damon continued on, expressionless. As he ate another spoonful of soup, McKayla wondered how the man could have just let the defenseless girl wander off into the city of all places, let alone by herself and in the middle of an apocalypse. She had to be saved by the scrawny, nerd-boy, for Christ’s sake! McKayla looked over at Sean, who shoveled his food into his mouth like a savage; he probably hadn’t eaten since before McKayla had she thought inwardly as she grimaced at the sight.

She immediately turned back to face Damon and sternly articulated, “We have to go get her. She could be dead!” Wasn’t he the one who kept on me about being part of a team or a group or whatever? McKayla frantically imagined every word that had been spoken between the two of them.



“Stuff?” the boy laughingly quoted her. He raised an eyebrow, unsure she was telling the complete truth. But what are specifics anymore; survival is the only thing people needed to be specific about now Jordan convinced himself. Why would she need to lie about anything, anyway? I just saved her life. The girl stumbled over her words, but Jordan figured he was making her nervous; why wouldn’t he, though? He was a stranger and the girl did own him her life.

Although he would never hurt anyone without a purpose, nor would he ask anything in return for saving a life, except maybe an extra set of eyes for look-out, the young man figured she may have had other experiences in this department; therefore making her as anxious as she was. Jordan tried to put the pieces together. He suddenly remembered how cruel and disgusting people could be, which infuriated him. But he kept his equanimity, calmly asking her if she would like to stay in his apartment, while he ran back out for some lunch. The boy didn’t ever carry too much on him, considering his size and how quick a few zombies he had run into had been; Jordan almost didn’t get away on account of his heavy satchel and therefore vowed not to carry so much stuff with him when on an outing.

“There’s water in the fridge, if you’re staying. Yes, it is cold. Backup generators, what can I say?” he smiled with a shrug of his medium-built shoulders. Whether she wanted to come with him or not, Jordan would have refused her company, due to her condition; no one should be out immediately after an attack, according to him; except for him, of course.

[iSaNeKo]

[Doodle Buddy, you are accepted. ]

[Doodle Buddy]

(awesome thanks, what is happening so I can jump in)

[princess pudding]

When his query was finally dropped, the flushing to her cheeks seemed to fade and she looked up with a warm smile. "Thanks for saving me, mister," she said, honesty glowering in her honey brown eyes. She seemed oblivious to the factor she had been saved several times in the past week, but it hasn't always been that was. Since Damon's death, she hadn't been quite as handy in sticky situations. When Jordan announced his departure, her shoulders tensed. "You have to let me come," she blurted, "I left something while I was out, it's important. I won't be a bother," the small brunette promised, starring at him with large, bambi eyes- if there was one thing she had learned from getting her way, it was the bambi eyes.

[~Victoria~]

Damon frowned, he had caught a glimpse of her expression and knew what she was going to say even before she said it. "She left hours ago...and you cannot keep someone here who does not want to be kept. I take it that you think I am a hypocrite...after saying all that I said..Look...If she didn't want to stay, we couldn't have made her." He frowned, pushing his food away slightly as he talked to McKayla. A small smile came to his face and he added, "And if you think that I am a hypocrite for that, then you are a hypocrite for worrying about others...are you...are you showing...attachment?" He asked with a smile. Then he quickly finished his food and put his dish in the dishwasher. He didn't give her any time to respond. Instead, he grabbed his gun off the counter where he had set it earlier and went outside.

He always did a check of the area around this time. It wasn't that he thought he would find anything, more or less just a habit, and a want to keep everyone safe. Better safe than sorry...He reminded himself. Even though he said that it was a safe place, he never let the false sense of security wash over him. He couldn't. It was too dangerous for everyone. He sighed and walked around the house. It was getting late and everything outside was a bit more dim. He kept his eyes peeled though.

[iSaNeKo]

[Recap:]
[Okay. First off, Raynie_Taco's charries are mute/immobile at the moment because she never gets online anymore. lol ...Secondly, there are three 'groups' at the moment: one at a farmhouse, outside of the city (Damon, Zoey, Victoria, McKayla, and Sean), another in a church, within the city (Jason, Sam, Blathnaid, Ever, Daniel, Ethan, and Erin), and lastly, there is a 'group' of loners, who seem to toss the girl of the three around without knowledge of one another (Jordan, Phoenix, and Piper/'Pip'). lol The latter men have managed to barricade themselves in apartments within the city; with access to the outside world and resources, of course.

Right now, McKayla has mentioned to everyone at the farmhouse that she wants to go get Pip from the city (she's concerned that Damon just watched her leave/walk away) as they are all eating stew at supper time (on the first evening/night of everyone being together {6pm-ish}); Blathnaid, Erin, and Sam have just found Ever and Daniel, while searching for the bathroom, and while Jason and Ethan are talking in the pews of the church (on the first evening/night of them being together {4pm-ish}); and Piper just left Phoenix's apartment, only to get chased by a horde, again, Jordan helping her escape this time, then taking her to his apartment. Jordan is about to leave his apartment to search for lunch for him, Piper, and his newly-found cat, Monty (on the second day--early afternoon).

Did you happen to read anyone's 'biographies'?]