Help Us! (A Walking Dead RP) New and Accepting!

[Nxee]

Destiny stepped forward towards the truck, she peered inside to see a man sitting with Brigelle. She looked back at Orion, "Are we going?" she asked quietly, hesitating.

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

Orion sighed looking out over the dead lined streets then nodded. "Yeah, lets go," He said, knowing if he didn't like the look of things he could just take off. With a sighed he climbed into the truck looking back Astryl jumped down and climbed in behind him. "So where are we headed?" He asked taking the lead quickly trying to show that he wouldn't be bossed around by anyone.

[Small Child]

Carlos grinned, and sped off. "I think we'll be heading to camp- we have people there!" he told them, before side glancing at his niece. "I trust Brigelle here has been accommodating."
The child rolled her eyes, and slumped back in her chair. "Sure Carlos. Now, I have found that they're good people- both in the apocolypse and on moral grounds."
"Fantastico."

[Nxee]

Destiny smiled and climbed into the truck. Destiny had her crossbow strapped to her back, seven bolts strapped in a harness on the side of her leg and katana resting between her legs. "How far is the camp?" she asked, watching the world speed by.

[Small Child]

Carlos chewed his lip. "Well, if you've ever been to the quarry, you'll know how far. I don't do math for other people. Boring. But we have a couple minutes' drive if we're on smooth sailing. Not likely we'll get traffic right?" He scratched his beard and smoothed out his soft blck hair.
Brigelle had taken the shotgun from the wall at the back of the truck cabin, and cracked the window, aiming at whatever advanced on the huge thing. Nothing seemed to stir, and they were lucky enough that Carlos wasn't making too much noise. Deciding they may need some kind of safe cover, Brigelle shot three rounds into a car they past, and an alarm blared up. They'd be able to slip through any crowds now, the walkers would be drawn over to the alarm.

[Nxee]

Destiny chuckled lightly at what Carlos had said as she sat squished between Orion and Astryl. She jumped slightly at the sound of a car alarm, however she calmed down realizing it was just Brigelle, "Nice idea," she complimented with a smile, still staring out of the window watching the dead walk around.

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

Orion stayed quite, not even flinching when Brigella fired her gun, wasting ammo, on making a distraction. They hadn't been drawing attention in the first place, but now they'd done it for sure. He rolled his eyes but said nothing just leaned back letting his eyes close for a minute. He wasn't sleeping he was, just avoiding talking to anyone. He probably wasn't going to stick around this group, if the rest of them were just like the girl and her uncle.

Astryl looked out the window before shifting her backpack to the floor between her feet and pulling it open she began digging through it not looking up as they did so.

((Hey guys, sorry getting ready to leave for Vegas, I'll have my computer but I'll be lucky if i can post once a day, but I'll try to do so, please don't kick me out))

[Captain Kaycee]

To everyone in this RP:
Yes, zombie RP's are fine. But do not, and I repeat, DO NOT post anything that would be considered gory on this site (gifs & writing). This is your only warning to keep it clean, or this topic will be locked and deleted.

[Nxee]

(Thank-you, Captain Kaycee.)

Destiny flinched each time Brigelle shot a round. She looked to her left to see Orion had his eyes closed, "Orion?!" she whispered in a panicked tone, her cold thin fingers tapping him repeatedly on the forehead, "Orion?" she repeated. Was he bitten? Or even scratched? Maybe hes turning! she thought with a panic and she continued to tap him on the forehead.

[Small Child]

(Salutes. So, you HAVE heard of me?)

Brigelle smiled at the other girl, winking. "It's just in-" she was interupted by the other girl's cries. Raising the gun, she prodded his chest with the barrel. "Are you dead?" she asked in a bored voice, before turning back to the windscreen. Carlos rolled his eyes and turned up the quarry, noting the small camp, and tipping an imaginary hat.