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

[iSaNeKo]

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[iSaNeKo]

~McKayla~
The gloomy beginning of the morning was not how McKayla had initially planned to spend it, but planning for the future didn't exactly hold merit in this world, anymore. As her eyes hung heavy, the girl watched the dark blue dawn of morning creep into existence. Her chest raised in a yawn, and she slightly shook the rest of her head to clear her mind of sleep. Wiping her eyes of the small trickles of water that escaped, the woman looked to the back seat of the car, again. Everyone had gotten a well-deserved nap in. Hopefully, they would be able to spend the day gathering supplies and/or parting ways. McKayla, then, began thinking of the decision to split up. The girl really had no drive in life, anymore, so she wouldn't care what the group did; she would take this group wherever they wanted to go, considering she was the only other driver. If anyone wanted to leave the group, a town or the city would probably be the best place for them to be dropped off; supplies and shelter.

McKayla flashed her headlights at the man ahead of her, hoping he would get the hint. And what about Damon? What if half of the group wants to go in opposite directions? the girl barely had time to make sense of their relationship while it was happening, yet the long drive proved to be no help, either. Her conclusion would come when the time was right. Again, you can't plan for the future in the apocalypse..

The girl slowed her car down, yet keeping close to Damon's, then threw the gear into park. She inhaled a deep breath through her nose, clicked her seatbelt off, then opened her door to step outside. The chilled breeze was nice, but the stench that lingered within it was less than appetizing. McKayla shut her door, gently, with little to no sound or reverberaron in the car. The woman shoved her hands into her pockets, bringing her shoulders and arms into herself to keep from shivering at the change in temperature. The early morning breeze whipped her dark chestnut hair gently around her face and caused it to dance across her small shoulders. McKayla's eyes searched around houses and cars, as she made her way to Damon, hoping they were safe for the time being.

[Alpha Wolf 295]

Kelly
Kelly stood up and watched the undead at the door of the church for a few moments before making her way down the fire escape with her gear. Once she reached the ground she drew her pistol and moved out onto the street. How am I going to get into the church without being eaten she thought as she walked quietly towards the church. I might have to fight my way in she thought when she got close enough to the church to make out the designs on the stained-glass. She counted roughly fifteen to twenty of the creatures at the door, which was way to many to handle alone. Looks like I'll have to find another way in she thought as she moved towards the back of the church.

[iSaNeKo]

[xxxxTaggedxxxx: (Not Mine) Blathnaid, Erin/Ethan/Allison, Piper, Julie, and "Kelly" ~sort of. lol]

+Sam+
Sam waited for Ethan's response. Upon receiving the okay, the woman stood up, grabbed her bat, and turned toward the rest of the group. It was dark, but her eyes had gotten used to it long ago, so it was easier for them to adjust back into the dullness. She scoped the place for familiar faces and counted Jason, Blathnaid, and three new bodies. Who are these people? Sam wondered. Did Jason and Blathnaid save them at some point? Were they saved by these people? Is that what took them so long? The woman's eyes searched back and forth among the characters scattered about the church.

She kept one hand on her bat and the other on the boy she so carelessly let away from her, earlier. It was comforting to know that he was there, and in any moment of panic, she would be able to do something this time. The fold of his jacket between the length of her fingers was a stress reliever. Get up, Jason the woman yearned desperately to go over to and comfort the broken man. She could not move herself to leave the child behind, again, though.

-Jason-
It was quiet, except for Sam's speaking with Ethan and the undead's gnawing and thrashing at the door. Jason looked over at the unconscious man who lay beside him, then back at the ceiling. He was breathing; that was a good thing, a relief. The last thing Jason wanted was another war, with living humans this time, especially. They could use guns. They had smarts. They were just as ruthless, if not more so. At least the biters will kill you right away. Jason briefly thought of the damage humans could convey. He shook that thought, and with every inch of himself screaming not to rise, the man slowly stood. He knew there was business to be taken care of.

If these people tried to run them out, Jason would refuse to leave. This church was just as much his group's property as it was theirs. Public Domain. He knew rules from the past did not apply in this world, but the man still held his morals. If these people were unwilling, in that sense, then they were not worth the oxygen they exhausted. He silently cursed, then corrected, his wobbling legs. The man knew it could be growing increasingly dangerous to show any more signs of weakness, so he composed himself. He offered both of his palms to the girl who was aiming her pistol at him, "Don't shoot."

.:Shelly:.
Shelly's eyes squinted a bit as she glared at the man, debating whether or not to trust him. This was the first time she was hearing him speak or interact on a civil basis, at all. He didn't sound threatening. The worst ones never do she reminded herself. This whole group could be one of two ways: manipulative and deceiving, or genuine and sincere. They have children. That doesn't mean anything. The woman had met few decent people during the decent of mankind (English,ha!,lol), and she would not let her guard down for just anyone. Her mind flipped to the two girls her group had picked up less than an hour ago. She was still hesitant about them, too.

Still guarded, the woman took into consideration the man's gesture, again. Ugh.. Shelly was disgusted by her own actions. Technically, she was the one who invited the raven-haired damsel along, this time. For all she knew, these two females, including the Piper child from the candy shop, were a possible couple from this man's group, too. Hesitantly, yet only to show she would be game to cooperate with the other, now larger, group, the woman slowly lowered her weapon. She kept a deadlock stare with the man. This group and these girls don't exactly seem to know each other, now that I think about it. Shelly surveyed the man's facial expression. It was one of concern, sincerity, and determination. Still easy to fake she admonished, once again. The woman never let her gaze fall from the man, as she was still averse of his intentions.

•Jordan•
Jordan loosened his grip on the trigger of his weapon, as the woman lowered hers. If she fired any shots, the boy would have to heavily debate the audacious woman's fate. That man saved his skull from being crushed by his companion at the supermarket, earlier in the day; if Jordan owed him anything, right now, it was retaliation if things went South. He knew the woman's comrade was aiming his own weapon at his back. Though Jordan was turned about 45 degrees away from him, he could still feel the man's eyes and shotgun barrel piercing his shoulder blade and upper rib cage. Maybe he will have to be the first to go Jordan raised a frustrated eyebrow, hoping this tension was to be comminute soon.

>Peter<
Peter, more dubiously than any, eventually, lowered his weapon as everyone else had. Unless his group did anything stupid, the Asian kid was safe, for now. Peter was not desirous of bloodshed, but if it came down to it, the man would not flinch. He had had to do worse things for lesser reasons. Since being with Gabe, Peter had grown into something with more of an animalistic provenience. Territorial, too. His state of mind was much more pure than his counterpart's, but Peter was beginning to ride that title wave of humility all the same.

The man felt a tug from the back of his loose-fit shirt. Two tiny fists had made their way into a bundle of fabric below his shoulder blades. He wanted, badly, to turn around and see what the girl behind him was doing. Before he had the chance, her forehead followed her fists by resting between them. He could tell the petite girl was crying. Feeling the quiet sobs on his back, Peter relaxed his once stiff, contentious disposition. Also, somehow distracted from their current altercation. If she was any more frail, she would blow away. How has she survived for so long? The man sincerely and concernedly pondered this question, as the appointed leaders of each group discussed their turmoil.

[PIPER]
Pip had been tossed about so often, yet she grew attached to everyone she encountered. That presented, she was only to leave a wake of death and dead companions, friends, behind, then move on. She felt as though this encounter was her fault in some way, if not only because the cosmos liked to watch her writhe in her own self-worth, or lack there of. Is this what hell is like? Is this, actually, the after life? As her cheeks streamed with the salted liquid, now, the girl wanted everything to go away. The flashbacks, the flash-forwards she was imagining, everything! Just STOP! she plead.

Pip's fingers instinctively found the man's shirt. She clung to the fabric as if it was the last thing she had in this whole world. Her head fell forward, in step with her now balled fists. Tears soaked through her savior's thin clothing. The girl's chest jumped with every struggle for oxygen she took in. She tried to calm down, but the more she thought about her weakness, the less control she had over her knees and legs and lungs. The soft sobbing was audible, but faint. To Piper, it was her entire existence.

[I've been thinking of time-lapsing the church group at some point. So, when/*if that happens, the group will be a bit less tense? and maybe more familiar with one another. They won't be on edge all the time (sort of)! I'm just not sure, when/where. I want to know what is happening with them at all times, but I understand that it can get boring or tedious to read/write all of the little details.

*This is why TV exists.. lol Just kidding. ]

[Alpha Wolf 295]

Kelly crept around to the back of the church, careful not to disturb the undead. Church's usually have back door, right? she wondered. She hadn't been to many churches in the past, and those she had been two, she never saw if they had back doors. She hoped she wouldn't need to break a window, as that would undoubtably attract unwanted attention. When she turned the corner she was relieved to see a back door. She walked over to it and tried the knob, only to discover that it was locked. She tried and elaborate but gentle knock that a zombie would likely be unable to replicate, hoping someone was able to hear it. In case they didn't hear it she prepared to pick the lock, or at least try.

[takane]

Resting against the now closed door, Blathnaid took a breath. She looked up to see the man unconscious and his counterparts putting away their weapons. She felt slightly relieved that they were no longer under immediate danger, but she kept a grip on her bat just in case.
Noticing the ever so slight wobble in Jason's legs, she picked herself up and walked closer to him. It seemed like the only thing she could do to help; offer her back-up in this situation (although in the store she didn't prove herself as useful as much as quick to act rashly).

[iSaNeKo]

[I had a dream about RPing again, last night. This time no one new showed up, but everyone who still has a character was back and the RP was progressing so much in such little time! >.< lol]

-Jason-
Jason stepped toward the unfamiliar woman, allowing Blathnaid's stance to fall behind his shoulder, rather than have the girl between him and this woman any longer. "Now, I know this looks bad," he painfully swallowed a gulp of warm, penny-flavored saliva. "And I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry that whatever just happened happened, but I assure you, he would have killed us." The man paused, reading the woman, hoping she believed him. The lady's silence coaxed him onward, "I did what I did to save my people's lives," he associated the group who fought their way inside as a unit, and hopefully they would back him up. If they decided to turn the tables, on the other hand, the man would have to think of a better strategy.

Jason finished his sentence, "and yours, I'm sure. I would hope that you could respect that." Another brief pause. "If not...," the beaten man's voice trailed off in a rasp, husky abruptness. He pick up his tempo a bit, "If not, you can leave." His tone was a serious one, and the man meant what he said. There were only four members of this new group of survivors, still conscious anyway. He and his team had made it this far together, only by having faith in one another and trusting each other; they would get their sanctuary for the night. The groups each had little to no fire power, and Jason had faith in his newly found group's abilities. At least, he hoped he could trust them. If there was one downfall about this man, it was that he was an optimist, even still.

"I don't want things to come to that, of course. I hope the couple of us can sit this one down and wait out the biters, at least." Jason took another step toward the woman, more confidently this time, urging her to believe him. He lowered his hands as he spoke. "We can work together." Considering all of the people he had met today were civil enough, as far as he could tell, the man hoped his luck was enough to extend into this altercation. The small group seemed as if it could possibly be useful, as long as no one had the temper of that older man. You still can't be sure that they don't the injured man reminded himself. Having been listening between his bits of speech to the small girl whimpering in the corner, Jason brought it to attention, "She seems very upset by all of this. It goes to say, I can't blame he-," the man was cut off by the woman in front of him.

.:Shelly:.
The man apologized for his actions, though, the way he did so, somewhat rubbed the woman the wrong way. He hadn't offered her a deal he only spoke of the things he did for the people he was with. Of course, we all do things for the people we are with Shelly so desperately wanted to believe, but reality had proven otherwise since the uprising. H*ll, it wasn't much different before her mind had left for a brief moment. A wave of doubt washed over her when those words slid off of his lips. Her body tensed and she was prepared to retaliate with the flip of her wrist. "If not..." The man was more serious, more demanding now.

"She'll be fine," the woman, finally, decided to chime in. She was unsure of her own words, but knew everyone would be alright, as long as no one acted out of turn. No one was bitten she hoped, then realized, No one had been checked for bites or scratches, either! For all Shelly knew, she was standing in a stone and stained-glass encased walker pit. Her heart began to thud within her shoulders and calf muscles, forearms and fingertips; the temples of her forehead and the vision in her eyes slowed to an ache. The rebuttal the intellectual woman wanted to address within the man's speech was put on hold, due to the inevitable fate of the lot of them. "But check your people," Shelly wanted to make no mistakes letting these people stay in the church; Although, the man's demanding they would put up a fight otherwise was still questionable.

A new sort of sweat broke out on the woman's forehead, "If any one of you are been bitten, we take care of them, now." The man looked at her in dismay, understanding, then hesitance; she was sure he didn't know for sure, himself. How could he? she inquired inwardly. Sometimes they'll scream aloud.. Sometimes he'll stay quiet about it.. she reminisced. A swarm of warm remembrance burst from her stomach and found its way to the tips of every muscle underneath her skin. She felt weak at the electric buzz of the beating of her heart as it sped up. For her own sake, by now, the woman prayed they wouldn't have to kill another human being. If need be, Shelly knew it would have to be done, no matter how much the action was opposed. Her voice, unwillingly, cracked at the end of her reassurance the uninfected group members could stay, "That's my stipulation."

[Alpha Wolf 295]

Kelly waited a moment for a response, recieving none. She knelt down and began trying to pick the lock. After a minute she growled in frustration, then stood up and took a step back. She kicked the door sending it open then stepped into what appeared to be the pastor's office. She closed the door behind her and pushed the desk in front of it incase any thing tried to follow. She then looked around spotting a door that led out into the main room I hope I don't get shot. She slowly began to push the door open with her rifle ready just incase.

[iSaNeKo]

-Jason-
The THUD! that echoed from the back of the church halted Jason's thoughts like a brick wall. His gaze shot straight to the front of the dimly lit room, trying to make out the sound. Zombie? I thought the girls checked the place before we made this our base? The man turned his attention from the front of the dimly lit room and onto the girls; first, glancing at Blathnaid with confusion and concerned wonder in his eyes, then Sam, trying to search their reactions for an answer. The sound rattled as if a tremendous force had been used to accelerate the noise.

Before he had the chance to think or react, Sam was already in action. "Erin is back there," she worriedly whispered before urging Ethan onto Blathnaid and taking the outside, nearest the wall, route toward the sound. Jason glanced back at Blathnaid, then the Asian boy they had met in the store. He had a gun, Blathnaid had the child, now. The protector did not want to leave these people with this new, maybe hostile, group, but he needed to help Sam, now. Especially, now that Erin was involved. He couldn't believe he hadn't counted for Erin. The Asian gave him a hasty head nod of assurance. Jason bolted after the woman, unholstering the shotgun from his broad back.

+Sam+
Sam remembered the layout of the hallway, and if the she could pinpoint where the intruder had entered, the woman would be able to tell about when he or she or it would step on the creaky board she had found earlier in the day; unless it found Erin first. Her heart raced as her legs pumped faster. Erin! There had been no screams coming from the room, nor any gunshots, but the more Sam tried to comfort herself in these facts, the hastier the woman seemed to become. What if?? Before she knew it, she was at the door which lead to the hallway of doors. She was unsure herself of which room Erin had chosen to hunker down in, but the woman prayed she was able to lock it.

As Jason was rounding the front row of pus, Sam stood to the side, waiting for him to make his way up the few stairs it took to be on top of the pastor's stage. Her eyes plead with him to trust her, now. He almost-hesitantly breathed in and stood his own body to the other side of the door. Sam lifted her wrists up, bat in hands, and while keeping the staff below her knees, she knocked its wooden base against the wooden frame the door was surrounded by.

Hoping to draw their intruder toward her and not Erin, the woman was loud about and determined in her mission. Knock! Knock! Knock! The last crack was much louder than the rest. This was the only sound that echoed through the church, now. Then Sam heard it. The footsteps were making their way toward them, now. Still no screams Sam was relieved. Her body resting up against the cold wall of the church and her bat now held across her chest, the woman almost lost sight of the new worry: the creature approaching the opening she stood next to.

.:Shelly:.
Shelly jumped at the sound of the commotion in the back room. Her initial reaction was a thought that blamed this new group; it was one of their own. Probably an ambush. Gabe was right. The woman began to ready her weapon, once again, when she realized these people seemed just as confused as she was. When the girl took off on her own, Shelly almost unloaded a round from her weapon. She recovered her wits, only to realize the brute of a man who stood four feet from her was off, as well. Analyzing the situation and making eye contact with the Asian boy, herself, the woman decided to take up the rear in the couple's little crusade. The woman did remember the small girl this brunette woman just mentioned. Erin? Cute.

The man was beaten up and the frail-looking woman only carried her bat; Shelly was sure they may need a back up. Her pistol was cocked and ready to be fired. She halted at the edge of the pu the man ahead of her had just rounded a couple of seconds earlier. Crouching, she took aim at the door between the man and the woman. Aim where he will be she reminded herself, though she knew by now. The woman always reminded herself of her training, during heat of the moment reactions; it calmed her enough to deal with the situation, and further not to freak out when things don't go exactly as planned. The woman who Gabe assaulted earlier was already tapping on the doorway with her weapon of choice. Attracting the intruder, Shelly assumed.

•Jordan•
The boy accepted this man's choice of being a leader. He, also, accepted the responsibility of looking after his group when he needed to take care of other matters; especially when tending to something so inconvenient as an interruption, at a time like this one. When the burly man looked to him for the confidence he needed to leave the child and other woman in his hands, Jordan nodded him to reassurance. He would watch over them and make sure these other people did not raise one finger to any of them. When the ebony girl in front of him made a more confused and angered sense of display toward the boy, he could feel something inside of her. A sense of pride maybe. Yet, a reserved, savior-like determination. She ran after the man and his brunette girlfriend. Jordan stepped toward the small brunette girl with thick lips and the child topped with orange hair. The blonde he picked up at the store stayed close behind. He looked toward the carrot-topped man, now, realizing his detachment with the boy. He wasn't his. Oh well.. It would be nice to have a father around, at a time like this Jordan was sure everyone thought the same, although everyone knew better.

>Peter<
Peter raised his weapon in response to the loud noise that rang off of the rafters of the church. He would not take any chances when it came to ambushes or the undead. When everyone took off and left him and Pip to hold down their side of the argument, Peter looked to the raven-haired girl he noticed had been picked up by their group, right before this entire altercation. Gabe hadn't, exactly, proven a good first impression as a leader, but Pete hoped this woman would still choose to help his side of the cause. His strength and wit is what ever keeps anyone around. Peter was weak, he knew it. Gabe kept him alive, for the most part. He made him feel like he was worth something. Like he had to be worth something. Or else... Or else he would end up like everyone else they've encountered: Dead. This prepared the younger man always to run or shoot anything that wanted to kill him; this boy, the Asian, and his menacing looks kept Peter on edge. He seemed shifty and unreliable.

[PIPER]
Piper's body suddenly shook violently with the vibrations of the BOOM! The deteriorating girl flinched from the noise and looked unto it as if she had done something wrong. Her gasps caught in her chest, all at once, and her stomach dropped, as her knees hardly allowed her to stand; they would not allow her to fall over or move at all, either, for that matter. With wider glistening eyes, now, Pip stifled her breathing for a moment, then slowed it, dramatically. Every breath she took trembled. She stared at the darkness of the back of the room through her moistened orpheuses, trying to control the heaving and jumping of sobs caught in her chest.

Looking up through her dark chocolate, glossed over eyes, the girl whimpered for a savior. Her balled hands of cloth held fast, gripping the fabric between them even more so due to the panic. Piper stared a hole through the back door where all of their leaders had gathered. As the quiet room lingered in the agony of silence for however long, Pip's fists very slowly loosened from around Peter's shirt. Before the girl knew it, she was shielding herself behind Peter from whatever it was that was opening the door from the other side. The anticipation grew thicker, as she could hear the creaking of the door slowly being opened. Pip peered around the shoulder of her safety blanket, curiosity outweighing all else, and folded her eyelids back with an unnerving intensity to witness the appearance of their stranger.

[Alpha Wolf 295]

Kelly stepped into the empty hallway lined with doors. She slowly began moving towards the far door, listening for any movement. She heard a bit of movement on the other side of the far door, then three taps on it. Kelly pulled out her pistol hoping she would not have to use it and walked up to the door. She hoped no one would shoot through the door as she reached out to tap on it her self. She tapped three times, like that of the other person. She took a step back and to the side incase they fired, and waited for something to happen.