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

[iSaNeKo]

[Also, Damon and Zoey are taking refuge in an abandoned house, which was (I'm presuming) burned a bit.]
[Victoria, I will post back as soon as I possibly write out what McKayla is doing. One moment...]

[el3ctr1c]

Ever stayed silent, clutch the handle of her crossbow with such force that he knuckles turned white. All of her was white, actually; flushed from stress and anxiety and malnourishment. With their parents dead, they didn't really know what to eat in order to stay healthy, but most of the time there wasn't a choice. People were smart enough to get the nonperishable. So all that was left was rotten produce and junk food.

But every once in awhile, Ever and her brother would stumble upon a house that didn't have a chance to get away. Grim as it was, it was beneficial to them as their food was still there. But those days were slim and she feared that there would soon be no days at all.

Daniel looked worse than his sister. As the older sibling, he assumed the role of caretaker and gave most of the food to her. Ever, with her mind warped by fear and stress, never questioned it. He was starting to regret that decision. If he kept starving himself of nutrients, he wouldn't be strong enough to protect himself, let alone others. But they did manage to hide.

They were holed up in the pastor's office of a local church. The door was locked and blocked from the inside, all of the windows were open for a quick escape, and they had all of their luggage packed up to grab and go if need be.

Phoenix did not feel the fear or apprehension that most people did. He'd killed people when they were smart, he could do it now too. He already had. Arrogant as he was, he was sure that he was the only one so confident in himself at the moment. It was a rather likely assumption, either way.

Phoenix held his crowbar in his hands. As he was in an urban area, there would be plenty of close calls in which a zombie would surprise him. A long ranged weapon wouldn't do him any good. He would save that for highways. He was crouched low as he navigated the building for medical supplies. As a former street rat, Phoenix was accustomed to being undernourished, but no one could help bleeding out without proper supplies and he was running low on gauze.

Phoenix glanced at the next house he would ransack. It looked rather decrepit with pieces burnt here and there. Nevertheless, no building was safe from his greedy hands. Least of this one. So he opened the door quickly and raised his crowbar to strike should anything be on the other side. There was nothing. But upon moving further in, he found other human. They were a greater threat than zombies if they decided to be.

[~Victoria~]

((Okay....))

[princess pudding]

Name: Piper Crisp
Age: Twelve
Occupation: Minor
History: When Piper was young (younger), she was an orphan. Both her parents were killed in a car accident, and she was placed in an orphanage. Although she had a hard life without a family, she was always cheerful and rarely shared her real feelings with anyone. After the Apocalypse, she didn't feel as different-- many people had lost their loved ones to the corrupted disease-- but was mortified. She has wandered on her own since, fearful of being killed.
Personality: Piper is as innocent as a lamb. She has a beautiful smile and dimples that make her so much more adorable. She is a cheerful, bright girl who acts much younger for her age. She doesn't understand evil as most of the world knows it, and can't be corrupted as easily as any adult would. After the Apocalypse, she hasn't lost her innocent and sweet personality, and has done her best to stay alive. She is terrified of the 'Zombies' out there, but knows they were once real people, which hurts her. Piper wants more than anything to have a family, but it no longer seems like an option.
Any Hope For Humankind?: Piper will always believe in a happy ending-- no madder what. She hopes someday there will be a cure that will save fallen victims.


Hair Color: Almond Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Body Shape: Very slender and small
Clothes: Skinny jeans and a frilly pink shirt, stained with blood and grit. She wears her hair in a bun, as well as a pink ribbon. These are her normal clothes, but whenever she finds something else, she has her hands on it-- but only if it's pink!
Weapon You Carry: A pocket knife. She isn't a skilled fighter, so her best 'weapon' is hiding.
Other: N/A

[iSaNeKo]

McKayla continued debating on saving the girl. She saw that the girl was fighting for her life, but when her passenger stated that it was ‘too late’ for her, McKayla began to panic. She would hate to be in that sort of situation and have everyone stand around and watch it happen; McKayla had to do something. A man ran out of the church to help fend off the monsters; there were two of them there, and the man looked healthy. She really had to do something, now. As she barely caught the end of the girl’s sentence, McKayla had already made up her mind. She slammed her palm into the middle of the steering wheel, alarming the horde. Her horn sounded for a few seconds, echoing throughout the city, and as the creatures turned to look at the noise, McKayla waited for her sign. Once the crowd got a rough estimated distance of halfway into running, hobbling, and crawling toward the car, she stomped the gas pedal to the floor and sped off, hoping the crowd would follow her, yet hoping she would be able to get away from them. She didn’t really think much further through her plan than that.


As Jason breached the church doors, he searched for the closest pew and hastily placed the boy in it. He would have demanded the child stay put, but he knew he was going nowhere on that ankle. The brunette woman continued guarding the doors, fighting off walker after walker; Jason decided she would need help, plus there was another girl still fending for herself outside. He, quickly, reloaded his shotgun. Shell after shell, Jason felt as if this process was taking forever. He dropped a couple of shells as his shaking hands filled the cartridge with bullets. Jason, finally, cocked his weapon, as he ran out the door to help the girls. He blasted a couple of the undead off of the stairs, sending them flailing over the edge of the steps, then a few more groups as he made his way to the girl who looked as if she were losing hope. He hadn’t realized the new addition to the streets until the abrupt sound of the car’s horn rang through the buildings. Everyone looked toward the blast of noise, and the zombies took off after it, not one looking back at his group. He stood in dismay as the zombies fled away from him. That was weird. Jason didn’t care how it happened, or why the driver of the car risked his or her own life for them, but he was grateful, nonetheless. Exhausted and out of breath, he walked over to his axe to pick it up. Continuing to stare in the direction the horde just ran, Jason asked the raven-haired girl, “Are you alright?”


When the burly man dropped off the kid inside of the church, a small group of zombies had followed him up the stairs. None were as fast as the man, but they were pretty persistent as they climbed. Sam took care of the first two without a problem, but the next couple was a bit more difficult. She held on as long as she could while the man took his time inside of the church. He had better be coming back out here she angrily thought as she swung her bat again. As long as all of the children were inside, Sam was content, but the one teenager-looking girl was still surrounded. Maybe there is no hope for her she solemnly digressed just as the brawny dark-haired man cocked his now loaded shotgun and busted out of the door, without too much grace. He took out a couple of zombies as he trudged back down the stairs, toward the surrounded girl. Called it too soon Sam almost let a smile slip from the corners of her mouth, but quickly withdrew and struck another walker. Before the man made it ten feet from the stairs, a car horn alarmed the entire street. The zombies stopped in their tracks, as did the humans, and then took off after the vehicle. Sam stood on the porch now, dumbfounded, with her arms hanging at her sides. Catching her breath, she scanned the streets around, but the only threat there was was rounding the corner in pursuit of the automobile. “What just happened?” Sam raised her shoulders and eyebrows at the two people standing in the street.

[iSaNeKo]

[By the way, {Haru}, you are accepted. :p]

[princess pudding]

[ Thank you. ^^ I'm changing Piper's age to 18, just because of the few kids.
Are there any relationships/drama I should know about? And where is everyone right now? ]

She was cold, hungry, and...well, singing. The slender girl was no older then eighteen years of age, with almond brown hair neatly tied in a bun and eyes deep as chocolate. Her deep red lips were glossy and shimmery; she had snooped, and she had scored in a Grocery store weeks ago, and now carried the lipgloss in the back of her pocket. The girl's name was Piper, and she was on a mission. A mission to stay alive. Sometimes that left her in harsh weather and an empty stomach, but singing a song always kept her going. The road was quiet; almost too quiet. Up ahead, Piper could make out a few buildings and scattered shards of glass, grocery items, and trash along the sidewalk. Up the slope and across the empty town, she could hear voices begin to collide with one another. Were those...human voices? A form of joy and fear mived in the pit of her stomach, but even with her regret, the small, curious girl known as Piper started towards the noise.

[~Victoria~]

Victoria frowned and shook her head. If this ended badly...she would kill the girl herself. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the rear view mirror. The ugly creatures were following alright. She frowned and uncrossed her arms, her hands finding her daggers...even though the creatures were far off, it only took a split second for them to crash, and they where would they go? She frowned and continued watching them, waiting to see if the girl got away from the beasts alive. She was most likely bitten...if not...it was a miracle. She sighed and waited...if something bad was going to happen it would happen soon. All she had to do was wait and prepare for the worst.

[iSaNeKo]

Recap for {Haru}:

[Sam, Jason, Ethan and Erin (brother and sister), River and Alexandria (orphan and guardian), and Blathnaid are all held up in a church; unbeknownst to them all, so is Ever and Daniel (sister and brother--in the pastor's office). McKayla and Victoria are distracting the horde that was previously attacking the church (they are in a car). Sean is hidden up in a tree somewhere. Damon and Zoey (brother and sister) are holding up in an abandoned house, which Phoenix is about to raid for supplies. There are no relationships thus far; there have been no introductions, yet, literally (except for the brother/sister relationships, but that all is explained in the bios of the characters).]

[princess pudding]

[ Thank you! I'll try to squeeze Piper in somewhere... ]

The noises grew louder and louder. A series of loud horns split the cool air in two as a car came roaring down the opposite street, hauling itself along. Stunned, Piper fell into a small crouch, watching as a hoard of the undead slowly followed the vehicle, dragging twisted ankles and loose limbs with them. Just as she was about to depart from the danger, a cold hand rested on her shoulder, sending chills down her spine. Screaming in horror, Piper swerved away from its grip, coming face to face with a groaning undead. And then there were three. Four. Twelve! All shuffling towards her on steady feet, forming a hungry group of strays that had left the car. Trembling and shacking all over, the slender girl scrambled back and darted for cover, slamming past her dead visitors with tears forming in her eyes.