((Wow... I make Kat talk weird! 0_o And sorry I couldn't get back on, I was working on a character plot thing for another roleplay that I'm really excited to be on. It takes a lot longer when you're looking for images. Sometimes I like it better to describe, because the images don't have what I want. Like Roia. Unless I draw her (and my drawing look like that of a 9-year-old on crack...) then I don't think I can show a picture of what she looks like. But whatever. Rick... maybe... And Jace is probably, but I don't think so, but whatever. We've already got one of Kat.))
((One more thing: Rick: Belinda's so cute! Me: Shutup idiot, *whacks with fish* There's a reason that I put your hunting scene in two parts. You're going to meet up with someone.))
As Kat walked on, she thought about how she got to that point. She was one of the first in her family to be bit, before the world knew that the apocalypse was really at their doorstep. She answered the door and let a new zombie in. Which lead it to go on a killing spree in her house.
Now she had no family. They were all killed by that one new zombie, or by her. She didn't care as much, newly made zombies act just like in the movies. So there was no point having sympathy for things gone. She started to run, trying to block out her thoughts, but they spread like a disease in her head.
However, that time when she was mindless, and powerful, she decided to keep souvenirs from the bodies of flesh she ate. She didn't bother doing it now, but it helped see how many people she devoured within her time of being one.
Most were the guys that she used to be going out with. Girls weren't nearly as fun to devour as boys, but she would suffice.
When she came to, she looked at the souvenirs to see how many were just pieces of flesh that were no longer with her.
She had about a dozen, but most were just little things. Ribbons, shredded pieces of clothing, shoelaces.
Darrian's glasses.
As she found those, a complicated sense of discomfort, confusion and outrage enveloped inside of her. She didn't remember killing Darrian--at that time--nor did she think that she would want to rip him open and eat his flesh. But she couldn't control herself back then, and hardly could now. She regained her memories of all of the people she killed, and now could pull up Darrian's last, fateful moments with her. Not like she wanted to. He should have just been a meal she ate, something that she wouldn't think on later.
But he wasn't, because he was her only true love. Not like the guys she went out with, because those could never compare. Darrian saw her for who she was, and she loved it. He hated her for such a long time, but she loved him.
And now he was just a meal. A stupid, idiotic meal mistake that she'd regret for the next of her existance. And how was she supposed to revenge his death, if she herself was the one who killed him.
Kat was lost in her silent reminisce, thinking on lost love, when she nearly hit a tree. She braced herself against it, and looked around behind it. She saw a goth looking guy with a machete from the back. He was looking for something.
She couldn't believe her eyes. "Rick?"
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Rick didn't hear Kat call his name, for his focus was like that of an intense video game player. Once he was caught up in the game, you literally had to shake him to get him out and up for dinner. His wealthy parents disproved of it. He and his friends loved the video games he had, but none of them really cared. Only he and his family really understood his obsession with video games, and music. To the others, he was the Party King. He would never amount to much in school, or with girls, but with friends and the social ladder, all that he needed was a party planned.
He walked onward, unaware that a recently fed zombie girl was at his heels. He didn't really have a good sense of smell, so it made hunting for animal harder. He waited, listening for a rustle in the bushes.
He heard something right behind him. He turned and slashed his machete right near Kat's head, where she grabbed it in between her fingers. She pulled it out of his hands and turned the blade toward his neck. "You know, you're doing it all wrong."
"Kat?" It took the ex-rocker a second to register what had happened. "Kat!" He avoided his own machete and made a beeline to give her a hug. "I never thought I'd see you again!"
"Yeah yeah, I missed you too." Out of all of the non-Darrian guys that she had met, Rick was a favorite. Mostly because he didn't really see her as a romatic interest, but as a little sister he never had. It would be so hard not to eat him.
Since she had managed to kill of Darrian, why wouldn't she bother eating Rick also? He was obviously human, in spite of the fact that his good nature would probably be the death of him.
"Why are you trying to hunt animal with a machete?" She asked, trying to show the goth without a goth attitude off of her.
"Well," Rick pulled himself away from his possible love interest. "There's this zombie girl, and--"
"Okay I get it, you want to get her animal food so that she won't eat you or something. You know you're too trusting right?" Kat shook her head. Rick was a gullible idiot who wanted to be one of the worst jobs for his type out there. Not like he could do anything more than be a rock god on Guitar Hero now.
"She actually doesn't want to kill, and I think she didn't know that she was one until I told her." He shrugged. "I think she'll be happier if I get her something to eat."
"Good for you, now you can be a hero and save a D.I.D., am I right?" Kat shook her head. They had know each other since they were little, with her being the girl next door to him. He was a big fan of Hercules back then, but she wondered if he'd still refer girls in distress as D.I.Ds.
"Yep! That was the plan anyway, before you showed." Rick grabbed back his weapon when she wasn't paying attention. "Now... I should really get going and get her something."
"Let me teach you how to hunt. Got any guns?" Kat paused. "Nevermind, that won't work. I'll hunt an animal for you, and you can drag it back to this weak little girl." She new he liked small, cute things, and guessed that this girl would be no older than ten.
"Great! Lets go," Rick walked ahead.
Rick, you're such an idiot. Kat thought. You probably don't even know what I am, or that you're this close to being zombie food. You trust me too much.
"Hey, are you coming?" He turned back around. "The animals won't stay out forever you know!"
"Hang on, I'm coming." Kat ran after one of her various ex-boyfriends. She loved him like a brother, and even though he tied for second, along with Jace, who was a completely different story, second wasn't good enough.
Only Darrian would have her heart.
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Roia climbed up onto the roof, looking at the solar panels. She had trouble with things like these, and she looked at the various panels. Most of them were still in good shape, with it being only a week since this whole thing began. Had it really been just a week? It felt like a lifetime.
Her foot slipped as she checked the solar panels, and she slid. Before she could catch a grip on anything, she fell off of the roof, and landed with a thud, making a dent in the concrete. She tried to withhold a screech, but knew that it would only take a minute for her to be restored. That would have killed Jess, but Roia was a stronger zombie. So she could handle it.
She still moaned a little, hoping that Mike didn't hear or care.
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Jace looked around at Lily's destroyed dummies. He hoped she didn't need a live person to destroy.
"So..." He sat down on the floor. "What type of martial arts are you into?" He was into fencing and other medieval weaponry arts, but when it came to hand-to-hand combat, he was all but useless. It was interesting to see a little girl with such intense prowess.
He reminded himself that Lily wasn't a little girl, she was only a little bit younger then he, and she danced with him. And she was a zombie. Though he said that her being a zombie didn't bother him that much, it kind of did. The fact that if they had a fight, she could rip out his throat and eat him for breakfast still scared him. And Jace hated being scared.


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