-*WALKING DEAD RP!*-

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Maybe Kat gets away then they meet when her car breaks down?))

[☠>military brat.]

Maybe Kat gets away then they meet when her car breaks down?))

Sounds good! I guess Vanna and Max could be on a supply run when they meet up?))

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Sure!))

Kat quickly got into the car as the clicks got louder. She started the car and quickly pulled out of the driveway, running over the zombies that wouldn't move. She sped down the abandoned highway, past corpses and everything in between. She sighed, always feeling safe when she was driving. That way no one could sneak up on her; she could see anything coming up behind or In front of her. All of a sudden, a clunking sound began in the engine. "No, no no no." Kat mumbled as the car slowed down before coming to a complete stop. "S***." She cursed, hitting the steering wheel once with her fist before getting out to see what had made the car break down. She wasn't out of gas, she had filled up about a town away. She looked at the engine, keeping her machete handy.

[☠>military brat.]

Vanna sat at the car, casually leaning against it as she waited for Max to return from the large building. It was a hotel, they figured that it would have supplies in the kitchen and basement...maybe even some of the rooms. Not exactly the first place one would choose to look, especially since it was one of those places where walkers would be in great numbers. 'hurry up ya bonehead...' she silently cursed the fact that he was being so slow, she couldn't go in after him until the last minute...a lot of people would kill for her dads car.

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When Kat finally gave up trying to fix the car, she leaned against it, letting another string of curse words flow from her mouth. Then she froze when she saw the pack of dead coming about 200 feet away. They were moving at a steady pace. She grabbed her bag and looked at all of the buildings around. The closest was a big hotel. She put a burst of speed on and raced to the side, where she could see a girl waiting by a car. It was a nice one. She broke a window, not caring if the girl heard it. Right now she was concentrating on getting away from the zombies. She crawled through as the screech of dead got closer, and huffed, looking out of the window before making sure she had everything.

[☠>military brat.]

(Hotel window?)
Vanna sat up and grabbed her bat from her backpack, she had heard the biters and the smashing of a window...she thought that the sound was Max returning...or at least she hoped that was what it was. "Max! We have to get going!! Where are you?!" she stepped away from the vehicle only a little bit...not knowing if she should leave the car to go after him. 'You better get out here...I don't want to leave you!' she turned her head to see a hoard of biters spread out only by a few feet from each of them...and they went back all the way to the road.
"Oh...s***..." She looked to the window that had been smashed and saw not Max...but another survivor. A girl...hopefully she had something to help her out...and didn't intend on trying to steal the car.

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Yeah, usually they have windows in the kitchen so the chefs or people can look out.))

Kat looked up and saw that in her stupidity of trying to get in the hotel, she had led the the biters right to the girl. She sighed, knowing she had to help the girl or she'd be eaten right away. She wondered where the girls weapons were, before grabbing her machete and jumping out of the window. Right away, she was swarmed by biters and managed to slash at them, saving herself. She gasped when the machete fell to the ground a few feet from her, and she backed against the wall, scrambling through her backpack until she found a small knife. It was all she had, she left her gun inside. "Ugh." She began chopping at the biters again. (Wb, sorry.)

[☠>military brat.]

Vanna took out her large hunting knife and stabbed a biter in the head as it tried to jump on her, in the process several more caught wind of her and started to head closer. "S***! Don't you dare get this car dirty!" She smirked when saying it, it was rather sarcastic...before all of this happened this stupid car meant everything to her dad...so when he died she took it with her and did her best to get it dirty yet kept it in good condition...she always wanted to do something to it out of rebellion. I guess that was her way of doing so. She put the knife away and grabbed her bat instead, it was the best weapon she could grab before she left...besides the gun that she hadn't the slightest clue how to use when she found it...so she gave it to Max. She began to do her best at killing them with it, she definitely knew how to swing a bat though...her dad made her excel in everything she did including every other sport he made her play. He had bought her the bat when she started playing softball...it was probably expensive but she didn't dare ask.

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Aubrey looked at the ground and then back up...she was frustrated...not only with herself but with them for making her stay. She knew that if she wanted to she could leave...it's not like they were going to kill her to save her life. She couldn't decide between being angry at them or being angry at Nikita. Walking only a little ways to another tree, she climbed up a few feet to the midsection where the trunk goes out and connects to all the branches. It had made a nice little area to sleep, she only bothered to take off her pack and hang it from a higher branch. She kept her crossbow in her lap and her sheath of arrows next to her.

"Your faith was strong but you needed proof, -- from your lips she drew from you Halleujah," Kyla sang to the moon, her leg hanging as well as her hand now. Staring at the moon she began to whisper the song; a tear falling from her eye. "But you don't care for music, now do ya?" Closing her eyes she pictured peoples faces she has seen -- their faces changing from flesh to rot.. "Halleujah, Halleujah, Halleujah, Halleujah"

[yesterday.]

(sorry its taken me so long! :O )

Xaviar leaned her hed against the trunk and crossed her feet, staring at the branches above her. She just barely heard Kyla, quietly singing a song she hadn't heard in years, and she smiled for a few moments. Adjusting her grip on the rifle in her lap she sighed, it would be a long night indeed. She fingered the engraving on the stock of her gun, tracing the rough X T slowly with her middle finger, remembering the day she and T had put that there.