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

[iSaNeKo]

+Sam+
Sam's heart skipped a beat as the tapping rang out from the other side of the closed door. The petite brunette woman slowly slid from the side of the door to the diagonal angle from the opening in the wall, opposite Jason. She kept her weapon to her side, gripping the handle repeatedly, readying herself for anything. Sam looked over to catch eyes with the man standing nearly five feet from her; each person gaining confidence over the shared glance. Jason nodded her on, nervous of the intentions of the person (he now assumed) was behind the wall, but holding his shotgun steady. His body language read as nervously prepared--this urged the woman to step forward. She slowly and shakily reached for the handle of the door, her wrist calming with every centimeter her hand closed in on the brass knob. Sam slid her finger tips down and around the metal, then gripped, and loosened the latch from its keeper. He breath caught. The woman, then, shoved the brute of her weapon into the wooden pallet, throwing the thing open and allowing the blue hint of lighted area to expand into the eerie hallway behind. Her breath caught again as she brought her melee back to her hip and danced backward a couple of steps, searching for the cause of the response.

.:Shelly:.
Shelly readied herself with one swift breath, as the woman at the front of the church took her time opening the door to the rest of the building. Her finger gripped the trigger of her pistol, waiting for the moment she needed to act.

[Alpha Wolf 295]

Kelly stood unmoving, nervously waiting for something to happen. She debated wether or not she should just leave instead of risk her life with a possible group of crazy people. She jumped a bit when the door flew open and slammed into the wall opposite her. She took a deep breath and rounded the corner pistol drawn, but was met with the large man from earlier armed with a shotgun. She stared wide eyed at the man weapon still raised. She was at a severe disadvantage and new in that moment that this was the end. After all the fighting and the death, she would be killed by one of her own kind.

[iSaNeKo]

[I hope friends will return.. <3]

-Jason-
Jason steadied his double-barrel on the shoulder of his arm, tensing every muscle in his body, ready to take the person or thing (Jason was still not so convinced whether the intruder was human, not until he saw for himself) out before it could do any damage. How events had gone thusfar, Jason was ready for another man or beast to launch from the darkened shadows behind the threshold of the door. His intensity in his eyes never left the hole in the wall; anxiously, he awaited contact.
Suddenly, a woman sprung from the darkness! Jason read her body language, as she pointed the metal object between her hands directly at his temple. She was close to pulling the trigger, but her finger wavered on its rash results; there was something else, though. The man locked eyes with their intruder; her gaze lingered on his. Fear, strength, and gusto are the elements he found in the brief moment before she broke contact and scanned the rest of the church. There was a reason she broke in.

+Sam+
Sam did not allow the woman an explanation, nor did she wait for anyone else to gather their thoughts about her. The mother-like figured wanted to ask about Erin, but instead she searched the lining of the darkness for anything in disarray. She hadn't heard a struggle, nor did she believe the woman had enough time for such a task, but What if? "Who are you?" Sam remembered searching the church for bodies earlier in the day; there was nothing/no one! "What are you doing here?" She so badly wanted to ask how, but decided to stick with the first two inquiries. Sam risked a glance back at the African-American female at the bottom of the stairs. She held her pistol at the woman in response of her entrance, as well as she and Jason had. The woman was clearly not on their side, either.

.:Shelly:.
Shelly kept her aim, though her heart rate adjusted ever so slightly, when the woman slinked her way out of the darkness and into the spotlight of the room. All attention was on this girl, including all cross-hairs. If she made one ill move toward one of the man or woman at the front of the stage, Shelly would not hesitate to squeeze a bullet into the upper extremity of her cranium. The action would only prove this girl is a hazard and danger to keep around. She would try this tactic on any of them, including Shelly. The mocha-skinned woman intensified her glare, waiting for the newest member to answer the brunette woman's questions.

•Jordan•
Jordan's body, instinctively, shifted to place himself in between the people behind him and the action. The man slightly hunkered his shoulders and chest toward the ground, leading his right hand to announce to the lot to be still. The door behind them creaked and still rang with the sounds of the undead. If an escape was necessary, the boy was prepared to find and take the least dangerous route; the one from which they came was out of the question. He almost began to move closer to the front of the room, as he searched for easy fire cover and any possible outcome escapes.

Wait Jordan stopped upon scanning the room, and redirected his attention back to the newest woman's weapon. The stained glass windows reflected a gleam of light from the tip of the weapon that seemed to be strapped to her back. The weapon stuck out above her small shoulder, as she aimed her smaller, more personal weapon at this couple. It's a sniper rifle. Though the place was dim, Jordan knew his weapon types and the boy was a quick learner. Is this the person from earlier? he asked himself, astonished, and unconsciously straightening out of his cautious demeanor.

>Peter<
Knowing he had a short range weapon, Peter was ready to hit the floor had anyone began firing theirs. His knees stood shakily, and his stomach burned with anticipation. The man would do anything else before giving up his own life, especially if this meant not taking a bullet for them. Of course, this girl behind him seemed as if she would be a nice contribution to the new world he dreamed of, but all of a sudden, there seemed to be plenty of females around. Besides he nervously, and with little regret, amped himself up to hit the deck, this girl has been using me as a meat shield, ever since I met her!

[PIPER]
Piper watched with wide, glossed-over eyes the charade at the front of the church. The girl did not know what would happen had one person decided to shoot at the other. Mass chaos. Piper knew in her gut that she would be a soon one to go, had a scuffle broken out. No! Don't think that way! the petite girl shook her head. There was a stubbornness about her, though she had no weapons outside of her melee in the pack on her back, the girl convinced herself she had just as much a chance as anyone else. If not more she thought back to the massacres of groups she had encountered and survived with; she was the only survivor, each time. Maybe this would proven no different? If this is how I think, anymore the girl internally broke, again, kill me now.

Another tear lined her pale cheek.

[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.

~McKayla~
Her footsteps slowed and she hesitated as he neared her in the growing light. There were military and civilian vehicles, along with trash and blood, strode about the place, yet none of the undead seemed to be present in this particular location. "What do you think?" McKayla wasn't worried about whether or not Damon knew what she was talking about; she knew he knew. The immense distance and tole the drive had taken on everyone, was relevant in the way they were all sleeping/situated, and the way McKayla and Damon hadn't gotten to, at all. This town seemed like a quaint place to rest and recharge, as well as scavenge and pick for useful objects and non-perishables. The girl looked up into the dark eyes of her partner, her lids unwilling to expose more than three-quarters their normal circumferences. "Or do you want to go further?"

[Alpha Wolf 295]

Kelly looked around a bit assessing all possible threats. She would hate to have to kill anybody, but she needed to be prepared. First the large man, then the dark-skinned woman at the bottom of the stairs who was aiming at her, then the woman behind her. Kelly slowly lowered her weapon and slid it into the holster. She raised her hands slightly to keep them calm, then inslung the fifty caliber rifle from her shoulder. She held it up slightly so the man in front of her could see it, she then gestured towards the front door with her thumb. She hoped they wouldn't try to push her to talk, she hasn't spoken a word since the infection started. It was as if she couldn't get her voice to work, she could form the sentences in her mind but couldn't get them out.

[Yes me too]

[Alpha Wolf 295]

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Name: Emma Sink
Age: 16
Occupation (before apocalypse): High School
History: Emma was born into a family with two older siblings, and later three younger ones, one only a year younger than her. She was in school, in math class, when it all happened. A sick student had been sleeping at his desk, when the teacher tried to wake him up, he attacked and killed the teacher. Most of the students ran out of the room except for her and a couple of others. When the zombified student took notice of them and charged them, she grabbed her algebra book and hit him in the face, knocking him down long enough for them to escape. She ran home to find the town empty. Her family was nowhere to be found, so she searched her house, to find a note in the kitchen. It said that they had been evacuated because of some outbreak, and that they would get some soldiers to come and get her. So she stayed there for the night and when no one showed up, she grabbed her stuff and left towards the city, first to look there for her family, then to search the military base that was a few miles away from the city.
Personality: Emma was a sweet, normalish girl. She was a bit of a gamer, really liked anime and manga, and skateboarded a bit. But now she is quiet, traumatized by the horrors of the apocalypse.
Any Hope For Humankind?: She has hope, she believes that there is somewhere safe, and that her family is there


Hair Color: Dark red, like the color of wine, but naturally she is blonde, and it's cut short
Eye Color: Dark green, almost hazel
Body Shape: Emma is very small, only five foot one. She is a little curvy and not very muscular, but faster than most.
Clothes: Emma wears a black shirt with the Avenged Sevenfold logo, her favorite band. A grey hoodie, which is now bloodstained and slightly torn. Black skinny jeans, also bloodstained and slightly torn. A pair of black combat style boots with blue laces, but very small, she only wears a size four. She wears a chocker necklace, a pair of earrings that look like two black flowers, and a white bandanna that she usually uses like a hair band, but sometimes wears it on her face to block out the foul smell of death. She also has her book bag, a black bag that, ironically, says Zombie Survival Kit written to look like blood.
Weapon You Carry (max of 3): She carries a large knife, especially for her small hands. It has a broad blade and hand guard, with a black finish. The base of the blade is serrated and so is the back of it. Instead of curving to a point like most knives, the blade extends straight, than angles back to a point, like that of a samurai sword. She also carries a crowbar, and a Baretta Px4 Storm 9MM. handgun
Other: I may make one for her sister at a later date

[iSaNeKo]

[ACCEPTED!! I truly appreciate your dedication and gusto, Spartan.. ]

-Jason-
Jason adjusted his aim then his grip on the trigger of his weapon when the woman raised her palms toward him. A nervous reaction. Taking another person's life was no nonchalant endeavor, especially for a man who saved lives for a living not quite nine months ago; people began to unravel quicker than what had been expected from past believers of the forthcoming Apocalypse.
Jason, himself, had not felt quite the same since the downfall.
The man wondered what the woman was up to. She wasn't answering Sam's questions, but she seemed as if she wanted to explain something. The rugged-looking girl gestured toward the back of the church where the rest of their group stood. His senses honed into the commotion in the back--the mauling and scratching of the undead at the massive wooden doors seeped into his mind. What is she saying? the burly man stared, halfway outside of himself, and confusedly at the woman. When the brunette woman dashed into the darkness behind the new one, Jason snapped out of his funk.
SAM?!

+Sam+
Sam did not have time for the games this woman was trying to play with her. She did not hear any commotion in the back, nor did she believe this woman came with anyone else. Why is she blatantly ignoring my questions? Growing more and more impatient, the woman wanted nothing more to do with the intruder. Her mind was a hazed blur of emotions: anger, worry, fear, desperation. Sam's legs and body were moving before her mind wanted to think of any more questions to ask the girl. Her mission was to find and retrieve Erin.

.:Shelly:.
Shelly worried when the brunette woman dashed past the new member of the room--she did not know whether there were more people with this woman or not. The woman waited for another person or people to return out of the darkness with the smaller white woman in his, her, or their grasp. She hesitated. She inhaled a breath until she imagined that wasn't going to happen. Exhaling, she imagined what a person like Gabe would do. Shelly now saw in her head a hand around the worried woman's mouth, muffling any hope of calling for help or running away or fighting back. She inched upward, steadying her aim around the newest stranger, and toward where the brunette woman once stood. Her heart raced. Shelly never quite breached the very top step of the shallowly ascending case of carpeted stairs, but worried for the other woman inside the darkness. Her eyes flickered between the doorway and her target, also worrying for the rest of their lives.

•Jordan•
Jordan moved in step with the woman who walked up to the top step of the stage, once the other one ran into the deeper catacombs of the church. As he quietly and cautiously strode up to the front of the pus, he searched the stranger's eyes for an answer to her gestures she made to the crowd; they were screaming to be heard, yet she kept such a posh demeanor. He searched her over once again. She must have been alone; She has just enough survival gear and weaponry to move quickly, be small and invisible when needed, and still enough to survive--like most of these people who seem to be loners. Groups tend to be different, somehow, unless they're internally divided. "You guys," the man spoke out for the first time since entering the church, "I think she's okay." He wasn't sure if they would listen to him, but the man approached the lot of them with his palms explaining he was of no harm. His gaze urged her to trust him.

[PIPER]
Jordan? Piper recognized the man's voice once he reached the front of the church. She looked past the man and the pillar they were hidden behind, searching for the man's figure. It was not hard to find; he was the one moving toward the rest of the blurred watermarks in her sights. She wiped her eyes and began to breathe heavier and more excitedly, yet she maintained a fear of whatever was going on. The frail girl wanted to call out to him, but her chest ached with stifled sobs. A small squeak of a pip came from her throat, as she tried her voice out again.

>Peter<
Peter watched the boy creep to the position he managed to put himself in, now. When the woman ran into the hallway which contained their group's bedroom, Peter was almost angered by her intrusion. If there is anyone else back there to catch her, though, she'll have done us a favor. The atrocious man stayed as far away from that end of the church as he could, hoping nothing nasty would expel itself. He noticed when the younger girl behind him took attention from her own problems to reach out to this stupid kid. Peter sneaked a glance at the girl; her eyes had become radiant with joy, while the fear from before stayed put on her brow. This confused the man, until he put two and two together--after the girl began her half-smile call for him. They must know each other he concluded. Peter turned his attention toward the other man. Hhm..

[takane]

[aaa please may i have a recap?? i have been meaning to get back into this rp but i got busy orz//]

[Alpha Wolf 295]

[I try to stay active and not abandon the RPs I join, and should I have Emma encounter this group, or the group that's on the road?]

Kelly looked to the asian boy who was defending her. She smiled and nodded at him.
At least someone could figure it out.She then looked back to the large man in front of her, who, she now realized, was rather beaten up. She nervously glanced past the asian boy to the man on the floor, the one she shot in the hand earlier. She took a small step back from the beaten up man, and inched her hand closer to her pistol I hope this man is as sane as he seems, and the guy on the floor deserved his beating.

[iSaNeKo]

[Takane!! You're here!! *Too excited, right now!*
I still have soooooo much homework and multiple exams to study for, but I really don't want to keep you guys waiting any longer!

Here is your RECAP:

[Since Blathnaid's last occurrence on page 52, where she offered Jason her support at the breach of the rows of pus, the man and the new, unfamiliar woman (No one has yet to introduce themselves) were coming to terms with one another when a THUD rang from the front of the church, behind the walls. Sam remembered Erin was back there and ran to check on her, considering the noise sounded much bigger than a child could make. Jason chased after her; the duo had many thoughts racing through their heads, and one was that there were more people of the other group hiding in the church. Shelly thought the same thing, that it may be someone of the opposing group, but when the couple reacted the way that they did, she followed behind, knowing she had no other people in the church. When Shelly reacted the way that she did, everyone found themselves on the same page.

The three proactive members made it to the short-carpeted, broad stair set at the base of the altar and choir's stage. Sam tapped on the door frame of the door Erin had entered with her bat to lure whatever had made its way in toward the front from, where Erin was not. Jason stood guard to protect Sam, in case anything (man or beast) jumped out for her or anyone else. Shelly stayed at the base of the stairs to cover the both of them, and to stay away from a detrimental calamity, if that was the case. When a knock sounded back, the trio readied themselves, knowing it was a human--her intentions are still debatable. When the woman showed herself, no one took fire on her, nor vice versa, though all were ready for a fight. Sam asked a couple of questions to the woman and got no answer, when the woman switched her autopilot to inpatient, the brunette hustled into the darkness to retrieve the child, herself.
~~~
When Sam, first, fled from the group to rescue Erin, she made sure to urge Ethan toward Blathnaid. She (*you) stood with Jordan and the new blonde woman from the alleyway (Julie) on one side of the pus, next to the unconscious older man--Gabe, while Keelan stood on the other, and Peter guarded himself along with Piper from the entire crisis behind a pillar at the back of the room. Jordan shifted himself from where they were standing to the front of the room, once the newest stranger revealed herself. The boy had put two and two together that she was the one helping them get to the church before, and is now trying to plead her case. This girl does not talk and has not spoken since the apocalypse began, but no one really knows that, yet. Everyone is still caught up in the moment of
WTFH?! IS GOING ON??>!>!?

Piper has been going through some doubt and regret issues, this entire time, thinking about the spoils which had and were about to unfold. Peter just stands as a rock to place himself between her and the rest of the world, right now. The girl, literally, just realized Jordan is alive and right in front of her--with less strife to torment her, she finds herself overly excited and relieved. Just as she was about to call out for him, Peter stifled her already brittle voice by placing his hand around her mouth. (*this last sentence is ABOUT to happen. lol)]