shalorsville - 1x1 perri & blek

[onion]

"welcome to shalorsville radio! im your host, mark johnson! today the forecast is... cloudy. nothing unusual for our usual shalorsville! we've seen no rise in crime as of late and flu rates have dropped significantly! though there was a three car collision on i-97 around 7 this morning, the wreck has since been cleaned and no persons were injured. that's about it for your daily flash broadcast! thanks for tuning in, and remember; it's always cloudy in shalorsville!"

shalorsville, huh? so that's what this place is called. and it's always cloudy? go figure. this place seems dead. the last thing you remember is waking up with a portable radio in hand, no batteries, and a bag with your basic belongings inside. thats it. oh and the clothes on your back.
it literally is always cloudy, that johnson guy was right. anyway, you dont remember anything from before you got to shalorsville; just that youre here now. and now... what? why not explore? meet the locals? what could possibly go wrong?

so shalorsville is your normal everyday city with a twist. i-97, a main highway you've always known, runs through the center of town. mark johnson, the city newscaster, lives in the barricaded town hall with who knows what inside. the town itself? ridden with zombies, of course. the skies are always grey; there is no night time, not in shalorsville, and if you're quiet enough you can hear the undead groan in annoyance and hunger in the distance. oh, and he lied, there was no car crash. because zombies cant drive.


CAST:
-mark johnson, 43, m
-seo kiki, 19, f
-kai rosebush, 24, m
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[onion]

URGENT NOTICE

"gooooood morning folks! we are clocking in here at about 11 am with cloudy skies and no sunshine! there was a strange sighting downtown just an hour ago! many bystanders reported a mess being made in an alleyway just south of chestnut street. keep an eye out! this has been mark johnson for shalorsville radio!"

the zombies have begun to take over downtown shalorsville, starting with a small riot in an alley by chestnut street in the city.

[onion]

❥ kiki seo / 19 / pansexual
location: field just outside the city
tags: x

she was tired. very tired. and it was already sweltering hot outside. the red headed girl wiped a bead of sweat off her forehead and raised a knee from her sitting position. "maaaaaark johnson!" could be heard from her radio- if, of course, anyone was around, which was probably not the case.
kiki grunted as she stood up. carrying an axe around in your backpack was hard work. in fact, she had been traveling to get to the city most of the morning since about 8 or so.
the girl had started in an old and abandoned parking lot with grass poking through the cement between the faded parking lines. kiki woke up to a loud morning broadcast on the radio. to be honest, she didnt remember much of anything before this. but that was okay.
now trudging through the tall grass in her beige cargo pants and body hugging black top, she thought back to that moment. was it something she had done that put her in this weird place? she had never heard of a shalorsville near her town, and her town was pretty small so if there was a neighboring one you would hear about it!
but kiki could recall nothing. so she continued forward, silver chipped radio in hand and knapsack on back. she was headed to the city in hopes of finding more people. a group of sorts would be nice, or at least some company.

[Perri]

Kai Rosebush / 24 / Pansexual
location: In a ditch between two three-way interstate
tags: n/a

It was hot. And not the dry heat, it was that sticky, dense humidity hot. He specifically recalled never liking hot weather of any kind; it made his toes curl in his boots at the idea of him actually waking up like this. Laying under a tree, with a buzz of a radio resting against his old school one-strap backpack. He couldn't recall how he ended up here, but he may have also recalled that there may have been a house party; although he doesn't recall ever going to it. But he knew he was pissed already because of the heat.
Getting up, he didn't find anyone around, or in fact, found he wasn't even in the same town he lived in. Groaning, he grabbed the bag, trying to dig around for his phone, or any form of contact, only to find his fathers old hunting knife, the stupid radio, and just a jacket. "You're kidding me..." he sighed, reaching and grabbing on the collar of the white tank top he wore. He didn't recognize it, not one bit, and saw he wore some worn out jeans as well. He didn't know where he was, in someone else's clothes, and no traffic along the main highway that was in front of him. But as he got up, his eyes trained forward to look at the city of which the highway led to. Perhaps there were people over there that would help, but the air felt eerily silent enough that he might've figured this for a dream.
But he would never sweat like this in a dream.