☣ NOXIOUS ☣ zombie apocalypse ☣ ACCEPTING ☣

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STATUS / ALIVE & HEALTHY
TAGGED / EMMA, TROY
LOCATION / CRUCIAL'S WAREHOUSE

► A couple of hours later, Gillian was back to 'himself'. He walked himself around the warehouse, watching everyone carefully as he strode about. He was now unarmed, having put the gun back in the small bag. His jacket sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and the shirt he had on underneath was a thin, white T-shirt. He had a very usual black pair of jeans on, all of which hugged his thin frame as he walked.

xxxThe man sighed to himself, rolling another cigarette and lighting it quickly, taking a well-needed drag and relaxing slightly. He had noticed a girl who seemed to be looking for someone, his paranoia from earlier starting to rise again into his head as he glanced at her.

xxxGillian made his way up to Troy's room, listening carefully as he moved past. Either no one was in there, or both her and the other youngster with the crossbow would be in there together. He hadn't personally bothered to remember the boy's name, and no longer had a reason to either. He would have gone as far as to say he wanted to kill the boy himself, but knew that he'd either end up dead as well or he'd lose Troy.

xxxStepping away from the makeshift room, he left again quietly, contemplating what to do. He made his way back down to the ground floor, his stride slowed down as he gazed forward and took a long drag on the cigarette again, the smoke slowly leaving his partially parted lips.

[LoliNeko]

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Emma Walsh
Female ♡ Nineteen ♡ Crucial
Location⇨ Warehouse ♡ Tagged⇨ Gillian
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xxxxxxx Emma soon spotted the male she was seeking, though just as quickly had she seen him had he disappeared to the upper floor. Sighing she moved towards the stairs, dodging a few people who were going about their daily tasks on her way. Once she reached the stairs she began to ascend them, though almost running into Gillian on his way back, she reversed her motions walking down them backwards so as to not to slow the males pace down. "What was all the noise about earlier? You woke me up from my cat-nap." She said that last part with a bit of a pouty expression, though it was a fake one as she wasn't really upset about the matter since she fell back asleep rather easily anyways.

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STATUS / ALIVE & HEALTHY
TAGGED / EMMA, TROY
LOCATION / OUTSIDE CRUCIAL'S WAREHOUSE

► Gillian almost paused as the girl stepped in front of him, a scowl of confusion making its way onto the older man's face. "What noise?" he asked nonchalantly, wondering why she was suddenly so curious, and out of absolutely nowhere.

xxxHe grabbed onto her arm gently and pulled her towards himself as he reached the end of the staircase to stop her from falling. He turned her around, biting his lower lip carefully as he moved Emma out of the way of a passerby. "Watch where you're going, yeah?" he asked, his voice hoarse and accented as he tried to speak carefully.

[peter parker.]

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T R O Y

┊female┊♠┊19 years┊CRUCIAL┊

R I V E R

┊male┊♦┊15 years┊CRUCIAL┊

♠♦ Troy sat up as she heard footsteps outside her room. River's attention swiveled over that way and he opened his mouth to speak though Troy silenced him, drawing a steady finger over her lips. River stared intently, raising an eyebrow, wondering why their safety here was suddenly so questionable. Voices sounded further down past her loft and she stood suddenly. Troy let out a sharp gasp of pain as she put her weight down on her leg, River leaping forward anxiously to support her.

"You can't be here," Troy winced as she urged River, giving him a worried glare.
River shook his head protestingly, "You won't tell me anything! I'm not just a kid anymore, Troy." River snapped at her in a hissed whisper so to keep his voice down. Troy felt her heart sting, feeling terrible for her brother as she'd been neglecting his needs so much frequently. She hesitated for a moment, looking down at the boy with sympathetic eyes.
"Get under the bed." She warned finally and River crouched in silence, sliding beneath Troy's bed as she exited the room.

Troy opened the sheet that had blocked off her loft area, Gillian and Emma standing on the other side by the staircase. Gillian had his fingers tightly wrapped around Emma's arm and Troy scowled, knowing the man found sick pleasure in the discomfort of others.
"Is there a problem, Gillian?" Troy spoke up suddenly, favoring her right leg as she leaned that way, standing against the sheet to her loft. Her icy blue gaze was rest on Gillian, showing no fear as she met his eyes.

┊location » Troy's loft┊tagged » gillian; emma┊

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J A Y C E
┊male┊♣┊15 years┊survivor┊

♣ Jayce's eyes shot open at the sound of an alarm and he sat up straight on the couch, his heart pounding and sweat dotting along his forehead. He didn't know how long he'd been asleep, but it was enough time for slow moving zombies to cause a commotion. He pulled himself weakly off the couch and blinked slumber from his eyes, not wanting to leave the apartment but knowing he needed to see what the trouble was.

Jayce slipped his axe from the straps of his bag and opened the door to the apartment. The sound of the alarm was in the distance and his mind suddenly wandered to the thought of Levi, wondering if he was out there. Jayce didn't hesitate, pounding down the steps of the apartment and racing to the car the boy had stolen for him earlier. He was in and driving down the road an instant later, in search of the source of the sound.

He noticed a black convertible not too far off, the windows blacked out. Jayce got an uneasy feeling as he spotted it, his glaze flickering towards the figure of a boy standing by a gather of crates. He grinned a bit at the sight of Levi, happy to know he was still alive, though by the way he gripped his pistol and the defensive stance he'd taken he wondered how long it would be. Jayce slammed on his car horn, hoping to get the attention of Levi as he drove slightly closer, wanting to keep his distance from the convertible.

┊location » apartment to city streets┊tagged » levi┊

[deja vu]

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↳✺n o v a
t h e x f e a r l e s s

female
survivor
twenty
tag(s):/ open.
location:/ "Home" to streets.

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Since arriving in the abandoned city that once drived with attention from around the world, Nova has settled in a small grocery store that she had cleared out and made free of all deceased humans. She had made it cozy with new furniture she managed to drag from different stores and after a mont it started to develope that homely feeling. The young girl never really left the glass doors now barricaded with shelves except for the front door that had a chain wrapped around the knob. A repeated thumping sounded through the quiet store as Nova napped on a black leather couch, her feet dangling off of one of the sides. Over her eyes was a hot pink sleep mask with giant anime green eyes on it. Although they were meant to help people sleep, they couldn't lull the twenty year old to sleep. With a defeated sigh she pulled them up onto her hair line, using them as a head band as her green eyes glared towards the mindless zombie repeatedly hitting against the glass. 'What a nuisance' she said out loud as she lifted herself off of the couch.

Years of being secluded from civilization Nova has begun talking to herself or sometimes mannequins when she came across the soulless human bodies made out of all types of materials just not blood nor skin. Now she knew how Will Smith felt like in I am Legend, only unlike him there was no director who could call cut and put an end to the nightmare. Reaching to the coffee table polluted with magazines, dirty plates and cans, she shuffled through the mess, grabbing two mismatch leather gloves that were fingerless. On was a crimson red that Nova absolutely adored, unlike the black on she was slipping onto her right hand, the red one came from before the apocalypse. A gift from a boy who had his eyes on her through high school. She didn't care much about him but he sure did have taste. Every time she slipped the glove on she could help but remember his warm brown eyes and sandy blond hair. Once she had both gloves on and they felt tight enough to not fall of she headed for the glass door. The zombies actions began to pick up as it snorted and groaned at her, craving the warm flesh that wrapped around her bones. "Oh hush up," she cooed it as she pulled up her decorative gas mask that had been hanging loosely below her chin. Fastening it on she reached towards her left and picked up a battle axe. When the whole zombie thing started her and her family had been lucky enough to live by a history museum that carried weapons. One of such was a Viking's battle axe that she had adored since a child. She would've never though before that the silver melee weapon used thousand's of years ago would be her best companion. Nor would she have though it weighed as much as a car, metaphorically. Picking it up she twirled it around in her two hands before leaning it against her shoulder for support. Unlocking the door she pushed it out words, throwing the zombie back into the street.

Closing the door behind her it gave a jingle, an old alert that every shop had that warned about customers. Making sure to lock it she turned her back towards the monster shuffling it's way back to her. With a sigh of boredom she turned back around to face it just as a alarm ripped through the streets catching both of their attention. "What?!" Nova yelped as she looked in the direction she thought it was coming from. Just than the zombie she was about to kill, let out a growl worst than before, it's grey eyes locked to something in the distance as it began to shuffle down the road, it's interest in Nova eliminated by the sound of what it thought to be new prey. While it wobbled down the empty street Nova watched it before looking past it with bewilderment. Tightening her grip on her axe she began to follow the beast, trailing closely behind it her eyes looked around for anymore of the creatures.

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E V A N
┊male┊☁┊26 years┊survivor┊

☁ Evan winced at the sound of the alarm echoing through the narrow streets. He spotted a car up ahead with an obviously less than capable teen driving it. He pushed his convertible into reverse and swivled in the opposite direction, heading down another street and away from the group of younger kids who had gathered in the area with the sound of the alarm. His gaze was fixated on the road, watching as zombies responded in dumbfounded shock to the alarm that was blaring. He noticed a girl, stalking after a zombie eagerly. She seemed to be enjoying her time and Evan took a sudden interest in her.

Evan brought his car to a stop a few blocks away, sliding out of the driver's seat and locking it cautiously behind him as he started on foot, following the girl. His gun was slung neatly over his shoulder as he stood several feet away from the female with the axe. He'd seen her around these parts before but had never once met her face to face as he did most of the other survivors. He had always noticed her killing for sport, throwing her axe this way and that, not to ward off zombies, but just for the fun of it.

He spotted her gas mask, intrigued by the added equipment. She looked like she belonged in a movie, the post-apocalyptic setting complimenting her perfectly and he grinned sheepishly at the sight. He lifted his M44 from his shoulder, holding it upright and looking through the scope at the zombie she had been stalking. Placing his finger lightly on the trigger and giving it a confident squeeze, his bullet sailed through the zombie's skill, the creature landing flat at Nova's feet.

┊location » city streets┊tagged » nova┊

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●● He turned at the sound of another car horn relaxing seeing the kid sitting in the drivers seat. He needed to get to him but now there was a problem with the zombies now heading toward the kids vehicle. He'd have to grow a pair and get down there. He gathered what little faith he had and jumped down from the crate. A slight sting in his ankles before shooting quickly at the closest a ones around him that he almost landed on and brought out his knife stabbing into the head of one getting dangerously close to biting him before sprinting over to the car making sure to dispatch as many walkers running at the car before stumbling back and grunting as he fell back against the car bumper as two walkers leaned into him snapping there dark mouths. Levi growled low and kicked one back before shooting the other down.

This was where he had to rethink things. He could get in the car but that would endanger the people around him. Isn't that what he wanted though? To eleminating any competition for supplies and food. The other two strangers seemed sketchy. Maybe not the other kid on the roof but the darkened window convertible did pose a intimidating feel. He went to the passenger door and opened it. "Either get somewhere safe and I'll find you or see if these other two are worthy of time. Be safe kid I'll be back." Levi spoke quickly and hushed. He grabbed his clean blade and made a semi deep cut into his arm before growling to the zombies with a new found motivation. "Hey! You bloody nightmares! " once getting there attention he took off down the street smearing blood onto the sides of the walls the making sure to get a good path before heading into a small crack of a open garage and climbed under it quickly wrapping his arm up before looking around and heading into the shop part only having to shoot out a few undead before panting tiredly. "Damn... " he moved to the window watching outside for the soonest moment of a clear street but the desperate clawing at the garage door made him uneasy figuring the other door led to a street of undead also. Luckily they moved back to the semi after too long.

Heading back into the street his grip on his gun was painful. He hadn't had a scar like that in a while. He had his guard up but he needed to confront that vehicle and get the kid to safety. Also the other on the roof as well. He need to know the strangers around him. It made him uneasy. Specially posing a threat to Jayce. But watching it drive and disappear down the street he relaxed more.

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Location. Abandoned garage
Tags. Jayce, Glacev, and Evan

[peter parker.]

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J A Y C E
┊male┊♣┊15 years┊survivor┊

♣ Jayce looked startled as Levi made a dash for his car. He's going to get himself killed. He hissed to himself, though he didn't move, making sure Levi was able to get there safely. He nodded at Levi's instructions, watching him vanish again with a pack of zombies on his tail. Jayce hit the gas, the sound of rubber against asphalt screeching through the streets to match the sound of the semi-alarm and Jayce's car leapt forward. He drove at high speed, aiming his car at each zombie he saw.

A wicked smile creased his face and he let out a laugh as zombies were crushed beneath his wheels or thrown into the air by the tremendous force of the vehicle. Having a car a clearly good for something. He drove through several hoards, flinching as each creature flew at his windshield but ultimately laughing as he rounded the final corner, noticing Levi back on the street where he'd begun. He brought the car's pace slow and drove up alongside the boy.
"Still content not having a car?" Jayce chuckled after he'd rolled his window down to meet Levi.

┊location » city streets┊tagged » levi┊

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twenty
tag(s):/ even.
location:/ streets.

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Cold green eyes rested their gaze upon a corpse on the ground that seconds before was wobbling to an unknown location. A location Nova was planning to follow it to, but now that it was dead at her teared apart and stained converse she had no choice but to find another zombie mindlessly heading towards the siren ringing through the streets. Grumbling a little she nudged it's twisted head a few times with her toe before glancing over her shoulder for the glare of a sniper as sunrays landed on the gun, but to her utter most surprise there was another person, not dead, on the same road as her. "Geez." she muttered behind the gas mask as she raised a questioning brow at the man who held a gun up in her direction. She didn't know what type of gun it was but its not like that mattered in all honesty. It was either her friend or her enemy. Letting the axe blade hit the ground she used it like a cane and leaned on it as she studied the stranger.

A small strain of black hair wavered in her vision blocking out the man, which was something that could cost Nova's life if in that second he went psycho. Grabbing it in her hand with the black leather glove she tucked it under he pink sleeping mask before refocusing on the man who thankfully didn't attack her. Pulling down her mask she took in a deep breath, sure she missed civilization but she didn't miss it this much. To be face to face with a stranger in the middle of the street, out in the open, with a dinner bell summoning monsters from miles away for all she knew. The gas mask dropped to her chest where it dangled in reach. "Why'd you do that?" she asked him slightly annoyed. With her personal "tracker" shot dead she had no way of finding the location of the alarm, not when the sound was echoing through the streets, bouncing off of buildings, causing it to sound like it was coming from everywhere.