-*WALKING DEAD RP!*-

[Pulsefire]

He nodded to her and checked his ammo in his pack, two mags for his rifle and two mags for his pistol. He was ready to go...

[Liiyyyy]

Lizzy lay sleeping.

[☠>military brat.]

Nikita glanced at him and nodded herd head as she walked out the door. "Where is this place you were talking about?" she just realized that he was the one who knew where they were going when she started to leave. She wasn't used to following other people around...they normally just follow her even if she doesn't want them to.

[Pulsefire]

Clark looked behind him, wondering if taking her along would mean well. And he worried what would happen if something whent wrong... "we are heading to a farm up the interstate. Just about a mile or so ahead" He said..

(timeskip to when they get to the farm)

[Liiyyyy]

By now, Lizzy had been in the attic for almost 2 days, and was starving. She searched her pockets for anything that she could eat, but they were empty. Giving up, she began crying loudly, hugging her knees to her chest.

[yesterday.]

(Has ExplodingInk replied yet? Or am I the one thats holding us back XD)

[☠>military brat.]

I have an Idea, PM me if you wanna know )

Xaviar gave a frustrated sigh and fell to the rear of the group, She hated to be ignored, especially when it was a life or death situation. She clenched her fist by her side and trotted after the three, kinda wanting to break something, let her frustration out, but she knew it wasn't the time and kept going. Sometimes, she hated her personality, while other times she loved it. It made it easier to do the right thing, to help people, to work hard, all of those things that used to be super important. But while it did all those great things, it made it really difficult to do the torture, stealing, and those types of things that were quite common now a days. She unclenched her fist and brought it up to her chest, clasping her had around the tags for comfort.

Aubrey shoved the prisoner ahead once more and turned around briefly, they would soon catch up to them if they didn't start moving...and fast. She almost hoped that they would catch up with them so she could take out a bit of rage via cursing and violence....her head was messed up in more ways than one. There was really only one thing that constantly ran through her head...revenge. Revenge for her family and friends ad for herself. Even though she knew deep down that they didn't mean to leave her she couldn't help but feel angry. Practically everything she has ever felt...from pain to joy eventually turned to anger with someone or something.

I think this post went unnoticed by all of us. (Including me momentarily. )

[☠>military brat.]

Clark looked behind him, wondering if taking her along would mean well. And he worried what would happen if something whent wrong... "we are heading to a farm up the interstate. Just about a mile or so ahead" He said..

(timeskip to when they get to the farm)

Nikita looked ahead to the farm and several walkers leading up to the barn and house. This one was rather close to town so apparently the walkers didn't have trouble making their way over here. She had observed that most of them stay close to where they reanimate unless they smell food....they just aimlessly wander around until they eventually starve to death. It was a good system overall...if you survive long enough for billions of the dead to die again...they were doing good so far.

[Pulsefire]

"ok" Clark said, kneeling aside the van. "I can take the house, it might have small hallways and we wont want to get tripped up on eachother if there was a scramble. Also, if there is people in there, at least I will have someone on the outside." he said, pointing from the house to the barn, but he felt as if he was ordering her around, like he presumed some kind of power over her, and he didn't want that. "but it's all up to you darling" he added, smiling and wondering if what slipped out of his mouth would not bode well for him...

[☠>military brat.]

Nikita rolled her eyes and nodded her head like "whatever" she didn't really care that he was "ordering" her around...for once if something went wrong then it wouldn't be on her shoulders. "Alright...I don't care how we do it as long as we get it done fast." all she could think about all day long was getting out of the house...and once she finally did she was a big worry wart. It was understandable though..."zombie" apocalypse and all...the moment you get careless is the moment you get killed, or at least close to it.