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

[~Victoria~]

DAM0N

Dam0n n0dded slightly but knew she was lying t0 him. It sh0wed. She l00ked tired, and like she wanted t0 sleep. He decided he w0uldn't say anything th0ugh, if she wanted t0 stay up and talk that was her ch0ice. "0kay..." He whispered and n0dded. When she asked ab0ut Sean he t00k in a small breath and l00ked at her, the m00nlight causing his electric blue eyes t0 l00k like they were gl0wing a beautiful blue c0l0r. "It's just....whenever Z0ey is sad, 0r upset....I am never able t0 c0mf0rt her...it's just, n0t s0mething I learned I guess. F0r Sean, it seems t0 c0me naturally, he is quick t0 c0mf0rt, and is g00d at it." He sighed, n0ticing her smirk and fr0wning slightly. "Y0u find it amusing that I think he is c0mpetiti0n....but h0nestly? F0r me t0 see him as c0mpetiti0n is wise if y0u think ab0ut it...I mean really. Put tw0 guys next t0 each0ther, 0ne can talk t0 y0u, listen t0 y0u, c0mf0rt y0u when y0u're sad, 0pen up t0 y0u...and the 0ther watches y0u...breaks d0wn any walls y0u have and pushes his way int0 y0ur deepest th0ughts, th0ughts y0u w0uld rather keep t0 y0urself...n0w...m0st girls w0uld pick the 0ne that they c0uld talk t0...and be c0mf0rted by...." He sighed, realizing that he had been d0ing it again, just by telling her that she th0ught it was amusing that he th0ught Sean was c0mpetiti0n. He had his arm under his pill0w as well, and the palm 0f his 0ther hand pressed t0 the s0ft mattress bel0w him.

[princess pudding]

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♥ Piper Crisp ♥
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Female ♥ Seventeen ♥ Location; city ♥ No crush

Please call me Pip! I'm currently with 
Jordan searching for Tandy...
No love interest for me just yet!  

“I want to look back on my life and feel proud
 of what I've done, not the lives I've taken.”

Pip could only watch as his silent figure vanished beneath the ladder, her heart giving a flutter of defeat.  For most of the time that he was gone, she wandered the rooftop out of bordumn, struggling to keep her mind off the previous insident and Jordan's sorrowful expression.  With a low, shaky sigh, Pip settled down at the edge of the building and closed her eyes to rest.  There was the sudden shriek of a crow and her shoulders stiffened in alarm, to which she stumbled back and caught her breath with a sharp and pained gasp; and then there was a blur of motion images: a loss of footing, a whoosh of air, a silenced scream and a thunk to her nose that spurted blood.  She dangled helplessly from the ledge, one trembling hand fighting to keep her from the same horrid death that had killed the boy.  No, no, no, her mind wailed as the frantic girl struggled to heave herself upward, tears working their way into her eyes. Down below her, the undead were feverishly clawing at the few drops of her blood that had hit the ground, slowly taking interest in her stature, slipping away with each passing moment. Get up. Screamed a voice, get up.
The adrenaline that pumped through her body gave Pip the little amount of strength she needed to save her life, and the small girl surged upward with all her might. She just barely managed to scramble to safety in a split second, gasping and heaving from a loss of breath as the zombies churned below her.  There was one thing she knew for sure: Jordan would  ever hear of this.

[takane]

Blathnaid jumped back, startled, when she heard the gunshot. When her heartbeat slowed down, she turned to Jason. 'We could still try. I'm sure we can deal with a few brainless creatures.' She said, a determined look on her face.

[Raynie_Taco]

Ethan thanked Sam, reminding himself just because the world was infested with the undead that doesn’t mean manners were out the door. He heard Erin say thank you as well and smiled. He was worried about what was going to happen next, were they going to sit there and wait for Jason and Blathnaid to get back? Who is to say they will? He didn’t like just sitting there, twiddling his thumbs, while people could be needing help. Sam had to feel the same way; he could tell she was a good person. He felt bad since the only reason why she was here was so she could watch them. “Hey Sam,” he said before he decided he was embarrassed, “You have really pretty hair.” There, he said it and he hoped his courage produced the desired result- her smile.

Ethan prayed she didn’t regret staying with them instead out there where she could be more useful.
Erin heard Ethan say thank you and felt ashamed she hadn’t thought of it first. “Thank you,” she whispered. Erin kicked her elevated feet back and forth, not knowing what to do next. Ethan seemed deep in thought so she didn’t want to bother him. After a silent second she heard Ethan compliment Sam. Erin was shocked; she liked Sam in all, but her brother complimenting her? “What about my hair,” Erin asked, quickly, “Is it pretty too?” she smiled, bouncing slightly as she awaited the answer.

Sean didn’t realize how close he was to Jasmine until rolled to her side. Why did all the girls here have to be grade-A beautiful, he demanded in his mind. That is it; I am saving the next obese girl that comes my way. “Jasmine, I know you think Damon is like a God or Buddha or whatever, but seriously? The couch? Come on, a big comfy bed is calling your name. You don’t even have to see Damon because luckily for you, behind door number one is a mattress outside the door. And that isn’t it; you also win a strong, handsome protector, yours truly, on the floor nearby.” He could tell she was still reluctant, and said with a soft whisper, “Please don’t pick door number two…”

[Raynie_Taco]

Name: Allison Marie Lindly
Age: 21
Occupation (before apocalypse): Photographer
History: Allison was born to a normal family in the suburbs. Her parents never fought, strangely, and everyone got along pretty well; except- of course- Allison herself. Her home life was fine, but Allison just didn’t attempt to fit in at school. She didn’t talk to the other students, didn’t try to participate in school activities, and chose to read instead. Teachers were concern, to say the least, since her younger sister Gwen was so popular. It was the only fight her parents ever had- about her- and that was the most tragic thing she experienced. After graduating, she pursued her dreams to be a photographer and starting her own photo journal. When the undead apocalypse started, Allison was taking photos in a nearby forestry area, which is a main reason she wasn’t turned. When she returned to town, she was bombarded with the undead and they were after her.
Personality: She is pretty outgoing yet very quirky and weird. She makes strong attempts to interact with others, but many perceive her as strange. She has learned to remain quiet in social situations, not wanting to be judge. She tended to avoid violence or verbal confrontations, giving off a doormat-like attitude.
Any Hope For Humankind?: There is always hope


Hair Color: Bright blonde hair (dyed) Natural hair color is dirty blonde
Eye Color: Blue green doe eyes – mostly blue
Body Shape: Tall, slender body with hardly any muscles. She seems a bit on the thin side, but is healthy she can assure you.
Clothes: She hasn’t lost her bright red hat (yet) and wears a white baby doll top, short blue denim shorts, and black flats.
Weapon You Carry (max of 3): Camera (is that a weapon?), blunt stick, small first aid kit
Other: She has really sensitive eyes and hardly went out into the sun, hence the pale skin.

[iSaNeKo]

Jordan continued down the street, carefully and quietly. Once he reached the alleyway across from the supermarket, he spotted a small brown(?) ball of fur, lying in the street a couple of feet away from where he had adopted Pip. The boy scanned the streets for any signs of the undead. There were no moans or shuffling about, but Jordan proceeded still surreptitious, figuring not every one of them had been drawn to the booming shotgun noise, earlier. He stepped into the sunlight, keeping aware of his surroundings. It was strange: the quantity of silence that ominously hung over the city. He approached the bear, grabbing it up by its ragged and worn out arm. Although the thing looked as if it had been through a lot, Jordan figured zombies had kicked it around in the shuffle to devour its owner, rather than actually messing with it.

He looked up from the thing and into the broken glass doors of the market. Good Jordan thought, then exhaled a breath. Remembering the loud, automatic ‘ding’ sound when the doors would open, the boy imagined just how much attention that would have drawn. Although his feet crunched on the broken glass surrounding the wooden frames, Jordan continued his stepping over and through them and into the store. It was darker inside, hardly any sun shown into the deeper parts of the aisles, but flickering lights spazzed out toward those areas.

Jordan proceeded toward the canned food aisle, where he normally gathered his supplies. He didn’t see any of the undead, but heard a noise come from the front of the store. The grinding of glass into the ground lightly sounded throughout the place, and Jordan could tell there was more than one body advancing toward him.


Jason smiled at the girl’s resolve, and decided it would be best to continue on for the sake of their diminutive group. He mentioned allowed, “We’ve got to hurry, though. Seek refuge in the place. At least until we know for a fact that the streets in that direction aren’t overrun by the undead.” He looked into Blathnaid’s eyes, “Let’s just hope they don’t close in behind us, as well.”

The duo continued, without any problems along the way, which confused Jason even further; he wasn’t about to start complaining about it, though. Hopefully the things were miles from where he was. The ex-fireman kept his light brown eyes peeled, still. His jaw was tight, ready for anything by now.

When they approached the supermarket, Jason looked back at Blathnaid, not saying a word, for fear of a sudden attack. He stepped through the broken glass, first, accidentally kicking in another piece. Sh*t! he thought to himself, before staring into the aisles, trying to adjust to the dimmer light. Jason glanced back at Blathnaid with an apologetic intent. He would have apologized allowed, but he had no idea what may lie beyond the darkness.


Sam smiled down at the adorably polite children. “It’s no problem, you guys,” she spoke to the siblings, glad their manors hadn’t gone up in smoke, along with the rest of the world. She kneeled down to cipher through her bag, handing each of them an individually wrapped peanut butter and jelly sandwich of their own, before packing up the rest of her strung out possessions. Before she could offer the two of them a water to share, Ethan complimented her hair. Sam could only look up at his endearing gaze, and thank him, as she offered a sweet grin. She laughed aloud when the smaller of the two asked her brother if she had pretty hair, too.

“You have beautiful hair,” Sam proposed to Erin, after Ethan gave her an odd glare. As Sam handed the older of the two a water bottle, she stood and watched them as Ethan unwrapped Erin’s sandwich for her. These kids were far more valuable than she had initially imagined; they seemed to make the world a better place, if only for a few minutes in their presence. The light-eyed woman stopped and thought of Jason for a moment, as she glanced over her shoulder at the other siblings in the church, who were sitting on a bench across the aisle and a few rows up from her. The two were speaking amongst themselves, not acknowledging Sam or the children’s presence anymore. Sam looked back at the kids in front of her, realizing it would be nearly impossible to protect them all by herself. At that thought, she hoped Jason and Blathnaid would return soon; hopefully they return at all.


McKayla took in everything Damon had to say, staying silent throughout his entire rant. His eyes were brighter now in the moonlight as he spoke. They were brilliantly stunning. She smiled. He was doing it again; taking her thoughts and projecting them out of thin air, except for the Sean ideas. McKayla had no idea where he was coming up with that. “Most girls…?” she trailed, allowing Damon to take in what she meant.

Of course Damon was different than Sean, but McKayla hadn’t needed comfort lately, she needed security. A sense of protection that she only got from one person since all of the dead began reanimating and taking the lives of everyone around her, and that person was not Sean. “If you aren’t seeing it right now, Damon,” she just stared at him in amazement. The guy could read minds, but he couldn’t see what was blatantly obvious; she was attracted to Damon. He was opening up to McKayla, and she found it funny that he didn’t see that, either. The dark haired girl continued her sentence in a lower voice now, burrowing the side of her head in the pillow further, getting more comfortable, “you’re amazing.”


Jasmine couldn’t help but giggle at the audacity of the boy. “What are you thinking?” she inquired, still holding a slight titter behind her voice. She shifted, making herself a bit more comfortable, and a bit closer to the boy. Never mind the odd recollection of Damon’s prowess among the house, or in Jasmine’s mind, but the new girl felt odd that Sean was trying to get her to sleep in his bed. She automatically lowered her voice to an even more inaudible whisper, after thinking about her next question, “What about your girlfriend?” Her eyes looked, automatically, up at the staircase behind the boy.

[iSaNeKo]

[Oh yeah! Although you are a moderator, Raynie_Taco... you are accepted. lol]

[takane]

Blathnaid nodded. 'Backs to the walls if we get attacked.' As they approached the supermarket, she couldn't see anything undead loitering around the street. Seeing this, she relaxed her grip on the bat. Happy with her little scout about on the street, she carefully stepped through the shattered glass on the floor. Stepping into to the shop she looked around. 'Shall we check for zombies first and loot later?'

[princess pudding]

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♥ Piper Crisp ♥
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Female ♥ Seventeen ♥ Location; city ♥ No crush

Please call me Pip! I'm currently with
Jordan searching for Tandy...
No love interest for me just yet!

“I want to look back on my life and feel proud
of what I've done, not the lives I've taken.”

She cupped both hands to her nose and made a somewhat of a groan, which sounded a lot like, “Uh-Ugh,” and tried to maintain the gushing blood. Her body was trembling with adrenaline and the small girl thought she might throw up as the world shifted beneath her feet. Blood dripped down onto the cement and created a sopping puddle of crimson, streaking her hands and, unfortunately, creating rivers down her favorite shirt. Pip frowned at the throbbing pain and crouched down, blinking back tears. I’m not a baby anymore, she reminded herself, there’s plenty worse to cry about then this. The small brunette paused for a moment, but what if it’s broken?

Giving her head a little shake, Pip clamped down harder, feeling sticky liquid slosh around in her hands. As much as she hoped and pleaded that Jordan would return shortly, she also didn’t know what to say to him. He’d never let it go if she told him she’d nearly fallen to her death over a bird. A really mean bird, she sent daggers towards the sky, trying to spot the small clump of black that had swooped overhead just moments beforehand.

[~Victoria~]

DAMON

Damon sighed, "Look, I know you like me....I've known for a while....and you think it's funny that I haven't been able to see that. Well, I don't speak EVERYTHING out loud... and honestly, I figured that if I said it you would freak out." He took a breath and then continued, "And the other reason is that I was convincing myself that it wasn't true....that the only reason you like me is because of the situation we are all in. Look, I like you too...and honestly, I think I would like you even if there wasn't this god d*mned apocalypse...." He watched her, his eyes still sparkling. He sighed again and looked at her more closely. She was beautiful, and he knew that, but he had never really looked at her. He pulled his attention from her and looked at the moon. He had probably looked a bit unnerving as he watched her, like he was mentally sizing her up or something....he usually looked like he was sizing people up. With yet another sigh he looked over at her again, but kept his eyes on hers, "Look, it's just...when I begin to care about someone, unless they verbally tell me that they don't want anything to do with me...I am usually way over protective, and hate when they lie to me, only because I can see right through them." A small frown appeared on his lips, "So if you don't want anything to do with me, I suggest you tell me now before I get too protective, or scary."

(Sorry. not much time here!!!)