ｗｅ ｏｗｎ ｔｈｅ ｓｋｙ - closed - apocalyptic semi-lit[:

[Rager]

I didn't follow the group. I went back to the window I had originally crawled through. Walking heal to toe I krept outside. My right hand was full, stabilizing the back of the gun, resting on the trigger and holding my knife. The rifle was short and light, making the transition from blade to gun easy. I was tempted to follow after the group. They where clearly doing better than me. But would it look like I was trying to steal more?

It didn't matter, I needed them. I krept around the building to their door. Taking a second to scan for them I lowered my weapons. This was a mistake. A zombie stumbled toward me and onto me. The only thing blocking use was the rifle. With all my strength I sluggishly pushed up on the rifle lifting him. This was hard as when I fell my knife fell into my bicep, the more I lifted the deeper it cut.

[SmittyWerbenjagerman]

R O S S . M A R K H A M

I stopped, hearing something behind us. I held up a hand to let the others know I was stopping. After I did stop, I turned around, looking past the group. I saw that d*mn b*st*rd on the floor with a zombie on top of him. It appeared he was struggling. I unhesitatingly aimed with my ak, making sure I wasn't too close to anyone in the group, and fired, the bullet making contact with the zombie's head. I lowered my gun again. "Jesus Christ." I said lowly, mainly to myself. I thought this guy was going his own way. I then turned back around the way I was heading, and kept going, the Exit now in sight. It may appear harsh to just leave him, but he wasn't quite an ally in my eyes yet. I was still wary of him, and didn't trust him. If he wanted to come with us, fine. But he would have to prove to me and the rest of the group that we could actually trust him.
I glanced at the bright red letters that spelled out EXIT. I honestly was some what surprised the lights still worked in it. I pushed open the door slowly, peeking out. "[censored]." I said, seeing about four Zombies just standing, glancing into the sky. But they seemed... Concentrated. Probably trying to smell us or something. I looked back at the rest of the group. We either would make a run for it, or shot at them. But that would probably only just attract more. I let out a puff of air. God, this reminded me of Afghanistan. But this somehow seemed more dangerous.

[~ƆσʋитяʏǤιяℓ~]

ѕĸylαr мαrιe dιαмoɴd

Come on, Meet me. It's not like I'm going to
 bite you. Besides I just ate, I'm not hungry (;

 
ⓑⓐⓢⓘ©ⓢ
нey мy ɴαмeѕ  
"Skylar Marie Diamond"
yoυ нαvιɴɢ тroυвle wιтн ιт?
"Sky-lar Maire Diamond like the stone"
oғ coυrѕe ι нαve α ɴιcĸɴαмe
"Sky"
ɴever αѕĸ α lαdy нer αɢe!
"21 I sure don't look older do I?"
тнe мeαɴιɴɢ
"No Meaning"
reαlly?
"What do I look like?" Female

We live in an age when unnecessary 
things are our only necessities.
― Oscar Wilde

ⓓⓘⓖⓖⓘⓝⓖ ⓓⓔⓔⓟⓔⓡ
тo мe тнιѕ ιѕ мy perѕoɴαlιтy 
I'm very kind, sweet, helpful, and caring. I help out all kinds of people all the time, little kids, big kids, teens, my friends, strangers, parents, homeless, and old people-though they prefer elder. Most adults call me a good kid, I do the right things, mostly, get good grades, usually, and I'm 'good'. I'm also quite friendly. It only takes you about a minute till you realize I'm friendly. I come up to you, wave, smile, and happily chatter away, I might not even know you, but that doesn't stop me. Okay so I'm talkative, but that doesn't mean I'm a loud mouth and cant be trusted.I am actually very trust worthy. You can trust me with any secret you have and will keep it til' the day I die.  I'm punctual, most of the time. I will arrive on time, mostly if not just a few minutes late. People say what time to be there for a reason you know. I'm a very good listener too. I could listen to people talk all day, even if it's about a topic I don't care for or its their problems. I comfort people, just like a stuffed teddy bear, or in my case a plush dog. My friends come to me when there sad, cause they know I'll bring em' back up. I'm full of hope-or a positive thinker. I always see my glass half-full, not half empty. When someones hurt, I think of the positive things. When I take a test, I try and think the most positive thoughts, even if I know I most likely failed it. I may not be the funniest person in the world, but most say I'm pretty funny. I do admit, I like cracking jokes around people, it also usually lightens the moods by putting smiles and laughs in the room. At sometimes I can be sensitive and those little things can really hurt me, most of the  words don't affect me like most people. I'm a very confident person, I was raised that way.I'm not much of a dare devil, but more adventurous. I prefer exploring rather than skydiving or jumping out of a trains way. I am a free spirit, I go with the flow. I handle stress very well, I'm carefree-outside of school, and just love to live life. I'm not the type to argue, but sometimes I just have to. I'm always around with my friends and people I love. When I'm around them, I'm carefree, happy, talkative, goofing off,smiling, and being my self. The few times when I'm not with them, I'm still smiling, being my self, and happy-most of the time.Did I mention I am creative? Well I am, my creativity wheels are always turning in my head. Peer pressure affects everyone, but not that much with me. I know my boundaries and almost never cross them. I'm also quite independent, I do my laundry, I cook my food a couple days a week, I work a part-time job, and pay for everything I want to buy. But there are things that I don't like. I get very embarrassed very easily, which is weird 'cause I'm the last person you would think of to get embarrassed. I get startled very easily, all it takes is a loud sound or unexpected event. The few times I'm in a bad mood, I blow up and can really hurt people, which really bothers me. I hate seeing people.things hurt, especially if I caused it. Most people think I'm the popular cheerleader type. But I'm not, I care about my looks but not to the extreme, and I would not be caught dead in that skimpy cheerleader outfit or with the preps. I'm unique and different like everyone else, and no one will change that.
oĸαy, ι'll тell yoυ мy нιѕтory
I was born in a hospital in Houston , Texas. When I first went home it was in an ranch in the country. I spent most of my childhood, or to me, the day I was born-15years old, or until I moved out. It was a good childhood as some may say. I had an older brother and sister, of course, who liked to play tricks and pranks on me. But it never really bothered me, only the time when he put syrup in my hair. As most kids I , liked wanting to be just like Scarlet, from copying my older sisters moves, to wearing her to-big-for-her clothes. To be honest it really bothered her. But I love my family. Almost everyday we would eat dinner together, and talk about how our days went.  Every Tuesday was Taco Tuesday, every Friday, was family game night, and every Saturday was movie night. Every holiday we went up to Georgia, South Carolina, to visit and celebrate with our relatives. I would study, do good on test, and get good grades. A couple of times I got Honor Role so far. I even did girl scouts from the age of 5-11. It was a pretty normal child hood. I plan on going to college. To be honest, I don't really like talking about my history to random people, so this is just a somewhat vague description of it.
oĸαy нere'ѕ wнαт ι lιĸe 
Animals, Guitar, Singing, Dancing, Cheer, skateboarding, swimming 
мy dιѕlιĸeѕ  
bugs and rude people
мy ғαмιly coɴѕιѕт oғ 
My mom, step dad, and twin brothers
мy woɴderғυl нoυѕe 
My House
мy αweѕoмe cαr 
Mustang
мy вeαυтιғυl peтѕ 
Lily Pregnant
Baxter

Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.
― Markus Zusak

ⓛⓞⓥⓔ ⓛⓘⓕⓔ
ι cαɴ ɢυαrαɴтee мy ѕeхυαl orιeɴтαтιoɴ ιѕ
"100% straight"
yeѕ, ι нαve α crυѕн
"Not Right Now"
ι нαve нαd α ғew вoyғrιeɴdѕ вυт мy cυrreɴт вoyғrιeɴd ιѕ 
"None"
мy dreαм ɢυy woυld вe 
"Just like me"

I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. 
I am as radiant as the sun.
― Suzanne Collins

ⓔⓧⓣⓡⓐⓢ ⓐⓑⓞⓤⓣ ⓜⓔ
yeѕ, мy нαιr ιѕ ɴαтυrαlly
"brown"
ι woυld ѕαy мy eyeѕ αre
"Blue"
ι'м ɴoт ѕнorт ι'м ғυɴ ѕιzed
"5'5 I know I'm short"
doɴ'т αѕĸ α woмeɴ нer weιɢнт
97 pounds
αɴyтнιɴɢ elѕe? 
"none"

She can go where ever you want her))

[RedAteTheKitty]

Banner

- Ex-Russian Operative -

Banner looked at Ross, he mouthed, Its worse. He'd been having the same thought as Ross, this reminded him of active duty. He pulled something out of his pocket, a rag, and wrapped it tightly to cut off blood. He pointed at the knife, made a pulling out motion, and then shook his head, mouthing, Too much blood. He pulled his own knife out, and looked at Ross, motioning for him to pull a knife, Ban's knife was wicked long, and dangerous, he made a shushing motion, and slowly crept up behind a zombie. He stabbed the zombie in the back of the head, and when the body fell, he let it fall on him, the zombies slowly looked, but only saw a zombie, they turned away again. Banner motioned Ross forward, he pointed to another zombie, hoping Ross would do what he did.

[Rager]

I rolled the body off of me. My arm shaking immencly. Slowly I pulled the blade out, hoping to reduce the pain. I wrapped above the wound to slow the bleeding. With a shakey head I looked at the good sized pool of my own blood. I needed to carterize the wound, but couldn't here. I stumbled closer to the girls, hoping for sympanthy. I didn't look at them though.

I tried to watch banner's demonstration, but my eyes started to black out. My knees grew weak, but I had to stay standing. My arm, sleeve, and wrapping where already soaked.

[SmittyWerbenjagerman]

R O S S . M A R K H A M

I watched Banner, taking only a moment to get what he meant. I nodded, and watched him. I moved my gun so the strap was in from, gun against my back, and pulled out a edged knife. I watched, grunting quietly as he let the zombie just fall on him. I'd rather not, but I don't think I really had a choice.
I slowly at first, then gradually made my way over to the nearest zombie, side-glaring at Banner as I made my way by him. I hope he knew how much I didn't want to do this. I slowly inched my way behind the nearest zombie, and copied Banner, sending my knife into the flesh of the zombie's head, trying to ignore the way over rotting smell coming from the creature. I could tell I made a totally grossed out face as the zombie fell back on me. I scrunched my eyes closed for a moment, hearing the remaining couple of zombies groan and sniff the air. That sent a shiver down my spine. But thank god - they turned back around. I glanced at Banner, not knowing what to do now. I dead zombie was leaning against me, and I actually had to hold it's sides to stop it from just sliding downward. I hoped no one brought this moment up in the future. I could just imagine what I looked like right now.

[FoxScarf]

Accepted. c:

ａｌｅｋｋａ ｎｉｋｏｅｌｌｅ

As we stumbled along slowly and finally reached the Nirvana - the exit - Ross halted rather quickly, which told me something very horribly wrong was happening. I could only guess that more of the undead were lounging around lazily, probably waiting for us to stumble right into them. Next thing I know, Ross and Banner have, well, dead zombies laying on them, and the traitorous young man from earlier was stumbling towards Dawn and I, obviously injured, and obviously needing help. I wasn't one to aid an enemy, though in times like these, when you're surrounded by flesh-loving zombies, injuries of this man's manner were not something you want to have around. I glanced to Dawn; she were the only one here who knew where exactly our makeshift home was; nearly two-hundred yards away from this spot. "Dawn, get him on your shoulder and take him; we'll keep these two away from you." I murmured, barely under my breath, having no idea how to use the gun Ross had lent me; I glanced sideways at Ross and Banner, who were still accompanied by two more zombies. I pulled out my old pistol; something I was used to, something I knew, though I really wished I had a heavy blunt object I could simply beat the zombie's over the head with. I nervously lifted my pistol, glancing sideways for anything I could use; a hollow pipe, a brick, anything.

[Rager]

(I love how Alekka is like "oh this man is injured.... DAWN!" lol)

[SmittyWerbenjagerman]

{{ Crap, I gotta go for like 30 minutes, probably less. :c

[~ƆσʋитяʏǤιяℓ~]

Skylar Marie

She catches up quickly not wanting to be behind. She pulls her katana out from the case on her back. The pistol was still there too but she loved her katana's. She stops dead in her tracks in front of a young man and dawn. At least that who she thinks she was. She stops "please let me stay with you guys" she says quickly in on breath. Her shirt was shredded, she looks at the young man bleeding, she rips her shirt some more the rest of the way to help. "here" she says lightly wrapping it around the guys arm where his cut was.