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

[iSaNeKo]

McKayla was starting to get frustrated with this girl. All she wanted to do was help, but she wasn’t going to wait around for another horde of those things to engulf her. “Look,” she introduced her sentence pointedly. “Why does it matter? I’m just trying to help.” A few gun shots rang through the air at this point, making McKayla flinch back into her seat, ducking away from them. She looked up at the other girl with wide eyes; this was her last chance. McKayla was leaving before those things bombarded her, whether the girl was tagging along or not.

[takane]

Blathnaid took one last swing at a zombie before sprinting inside the church. She ran down to where the two children were. Patting the little girls head, she slumped down next to a pew, panting. When she had gotten air into her lungs, she took off her black baseball cap and laid it next to her precious bat.

[~Victoria~]

Dawn sighed angrily, having no chance to determine if she could trust this girl or not. She shook her head, quickly opening the car door and sliding in. She put her stuff on the ground in front of her and crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine...but I swear...if you make one threatening move toward me...you will not move again..." She said. She hated to trust her...but for now...what choice did she have? If the girl ended up being trustworthy...they might be able to stick around each other...maybe help one another out.

[el3ctr1c]

Name:
Ever Willow Grey
Age:
17
Occupation (before apocalypse):
Cashier at Cabella's
History:
Ever was born into a lower class family in which neither parent properly cared for her. They were so bust trying to provide for their children that they didn't get around to raising them. In essence, she was raised by her old brother and now they are inseparable. The apocalypse hit their town in the middle of her shift. Daniel found her, took what he wanted, and they left just in time.
Personality:
Ever is a very private person. That's not to say she's quiet or solitary, she's just secretive. She has way of talking to people for hours without letting them know much about her. She's opinionated and stubborn. She's also very prideful. So she has much trouble admitting when she's wrong or apologizing. Friendly isn't a good word for her. But genuine is. She doesn't change herself to suit others.
Any Hope For Humankind?:
Ever believes that their only chance of survival is to adapt to the circumstances.


Hair Color:
Thick, auburn, and messy
Eye Color:
Light green
Body Shape:
Petite, pear; she's very short and a little heavier on bottom than on top
Clothes:
This
Weapon You Carry (max of 3):
A crossbow and a switchblade
Other:
Ever has trust issues.

Name:
Daniel Sebastian Grey
Age:
20
Occupation (before apocalypse):
Tattoo artist
History:
Daniel was the firstborn of a bank teller and a accountant. They lived paycheck, but were grateful for what they had. The birth of his little sister was unplanned and unfortunate. Their parents took on extra jobs and spent little time with them, leaving the two to fend for themselves all day. Daniel resented her at first, but it faded as he got older. They formed a very close relationship and trust each other without question. He left his job early due to the undead storming into the parlor and he got Ever. They returned home, gathered supplies, and left.
Personality:
Daniel is more social than his sister, but no less private. He hides his secrets well and knows his priorities. He's a leader, not a follower, and has trouble submitting to others. He's good at thinking on his feet, but is a horrible liar and an even worse con. Despite his shortcomings, he's too opinionated to change his ways, even for his own benefit.
Any Hope For Humankind?:
Daniel believes that humanity is going to die out, no matter what.


Hair Color:
Thick, auburn, and wavy
Eye Color:
Brown
Body Shape:
Tall, lean; not particularly muscular, but not lanky either
Clothes:
A band tee, tattered jeans, and hunting boots.
Weapon You Carry (max of 3):
A hatchet and a switchblade
Other:
Daniel is very much protective of his sister, but doesn't express it with words.

Name:
Sawyer Girardo di Firenze
Age:
28
Occupation (before apocalypse):
It wasn't legal.
History:
Phoenix was born in the slums with his mother and many siblings. His father split and his mother kept having children to get financial aid from the state. He grew up as a street rat, learning to steal and lie in order to survive. When he was really young, he was invited into a then-meager gang that liked his stealth. He did his part and they all helped each other. He was taught how to fight and use weapons, and continued to be a master of stealth. When they apocalypse hit, they all turned on each other. He split and has been a vagrant ever since.
Personality:
Phoenix has only one priority: Phoenix. His goal is to survive and find the pleasures that this new life has to offer. He doesn't form relationships of any kind easily, if at all. But those that are formed are there for life. No exceptions. He forms and hold grudges easily, but is extremely forgiving to those few that h cares for.
Any Hope For Humankind?:
Phoenix has no opinion. He's just trying to take it one day at a time.


Hair Color:
Brown with blonde tips
Eye Color:
Smoldering black; his gaze seems to see right through you
Body Shape:
Tall, muscular; taller than average, but with muscle to even it out
Clothes:
Black khaki pants, a fitted black tee with torn sleeves, and black combat boots
Weapon You Carry (max of 3):
Bow and arrow, a Swiss army knife, and a crowbar
Other:
Phoenix tends to be in groups for sheer numbers, but doesn't like to mingle.

[[Complete!]]

[iSaNeKo]

As the girl slid swiftly into the front seat, McKayla rolled her eyes and threw the shifter into ‘drive.’ All of their weapons were on the ground now, aside from the girl’s daggers, which rested in her lap and on her hip. This girl had better be worth her mouth McKayla glared at the road with daggers of her own. She dodged a huge chunk of debris, then one zombie, and then a couple more as she began to speed down the desolate roads. The car seemed to be headed toward a horde of the creatures. Where were they all coming from? She couldn’t begin to imagine the amount of destruction they may have been able to cause to her mother’s old Porsche Cayenne S Hybrid, but just as McKayla was about to turn around, she noticed the biggest horde she had ever possibly come across; the monsters were gathered in the streets and sidewalks in front of a church. “Honk or no?” she separated her attention from the congregation and turned it toward her companion. She contemplated: should the duo distract the zombies, helping the girl who was swarmed by them, or should they go about their own business; for all they knew she could have been infected by now. “What do you think?” she concernedly whispered in a shaking voice.

[~Victoria~]

Victoria frowned, she looked over the heads of the Zombies...the girl was long gone. "It's too late..." She frowned, "The only reason there would be THAt many...if if her blood was spilled...and that means she's probably infected...just drive before they all come after us..." She frowned, taking her daggers from their spots on her hip. If she had to, she would fight...but as long as they were in this car...they should be okay for a while. She sighed and looked out the window at the group. She frowned, there was nothing they could do. She knew that if it had been the beginning of the apocalypse...she would have stopped at nothing to save that girl. But she learned all too quickly that you could get yourself killed by trying to save someone who is already lost. She sighed sadly and prayed for the girls soul.

[iSaNeKo]

[Awesomeness! aaaannd... Accepted! lol]

[el3ctr1c]

[[Woot woot! Where's a good place to start?]]

[~Victoria~]

Victoria frowned, she looked over the heads of the Zombies...the girl was long gone. "It's too late..." She frowned, "The only reason there would be THAt many...if if her blood was spilled...and that means she's probably infected...just drive before they all come after us..." She frowned, taking her daggers from their spots on her hip. If she had to, she would fight...but as long as they were in this car...they should be okay for a while. She sighed and looked out the window at the group. She frowned, there was nothing they could do. She knew that if it had been the beginning of the apocalypse...she would have stopped at nothing to save that girl. But she learned all too quickly that you could get yourself killed by trying to save someone who is already lost. She sighed sadly and prayed for the girls soul.

[Raynie_Taco]

[Okay so I will post soon (I hope) sorry for the delay. el3ctr1c: Well you can end up at the church where there is a number of survivors appearing, my other charrie Sean is in a tree avoiding a zombie horde, or maybe with Victoria and MacKayla. Anywhere is good, just pop in . Thanks for joining]