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[dionaea]

[Alright]

[Seiko Hinohara]

Isaac drove the car upstate until it sputtered to a stop. He grumbled, looking out the window. No zombies, as far as he could tell. But it was night-time, so he wasn't about to go prancing outside the vehicle. "Ze, I need to refuel the truck. Watch my back?" He asked quietly, still scanning the area outside the vehicle.

Zeana Marie James
She nodded and got out of the vechicle. Her crossbow hanging of one shooulder and a shotgun with a chainsaw blade at the muzzle in her hands. Zeana made sure the gun was locked and loaded, and scanned the area. Making sure there was no zombies. Her blue eyes serious and alerts, as her ears were alert. Making sure she was close enough to Isaac, but far enough so he could get the gasoline. She looled around and added, "I'm going to get on the roof, of the car." She spoke sternly, and nodded her head with a smile. And climbed up to the roof of the truck to get a better veiw. She nearly dropped the gun, "I-Isaac..." she pointed towards the woods line, wear a horde that could fill an entire football stadium were coming this way. "They are coming!" She whispered a shout. And jumped down twisting her ankle. "Aaaggghhh!" She groaned in pain as she scrambled for the gun.

[Anachronism]

Isaac, for once, looked a little surprised. He, obviously, hasn't built even this car to withstand that many walkers. He cursed, tipped the gas-can higher, urging the gas to go into the tank faster. When the tank was about 3/4 the way full, he pulled away, pulling a red cylinder off his belt. He popped the cap- a flare. Red light ignited the night, illuminating the soulless eyes of the horde. He yelled a war-cry, hurling it at them. It did a good job of distracting a lot of them, more kept coming. He ran to Zeana, kicking a zombie away from her.
"C'mon, kiddo." He grunted as he picked her up, letting her put her weight on him. He shuffled quickly to the door, but before he could throw the door, something tore Isaac away from Zeana and tackled him.

[Anachronism]

Dean leaned against the window, hope fading. He hadn't seen Clem or Chase in two days now. He could barely see anything is this dark. No streetlights were on anymore, making it dangerous- they could crash at any time. He didn't want to admit it, but he was starting to doubt they'd find them- and it killed him inside.

[Seiko Hinohara]

Isaac, for once, looked a little surprised. He, obviously, hasn't built even this car to withstand that many walkers. He cursed, tipped the gas-can higher, urging the gas to go into the tank faster. When the tank was about 3/4 the way full, he pulled away, pulling a red cylinder off his belt. He popped the cap- a flare. Red light ignited the night, illuminating the soulless eyes of the horde. He yelled a war-cry, hurling it at them. It did a good job of distracting a lot of them, more kept coming. He ran to Zeana, kicking a zombie away from her.
"C'mon, kiddo." He grunted as he picked her up, letting her put her weight on him. He shuffled quickly to the door, but before he could throw the door, something tore Isaac away from Zeana and tackled him.

Zeana Marie James
She screamed and grabbed the shotgun kicking the zombie off of Isaac, and shot it in the head opening the door, "Let's go!" She helped out Isaac into the car and shot a few zombies before closing the door back. Wincing with the pressure on her leg

[Anachronism]

Isaac fumbled with the keys, but quickly forcing his shaking hands to jam the darned thing into the key-hole. And with a flick of the wrist, the engine again roared to life, and he locked the doors, zooming off and away from the zombies, one hitting the car so hard Isaac's side view mirror popped off. He sped away, tires screeching.
"Are you okay?" He said after a moment.

[Seiko Hinohara]

Zeana Marie James
She breathed heavy but nodded, "Yea I twisted my ankle though." She rubbed it so the pain would cease some. Then looked him over, "Are you aliright?" She asked worridly and creased her eyebrows. Praying he was.

[Anachronism]

Isaac nodded, looking away. "We'll uh...wrap it up when we get a chance to stop." He answered, He'd spent so much time scavenging he had plenty of odds and ends. He shrugged at her question. "I haven't been alright in a long time, Ze. But, I'm still standing." He said, dodging the question. He knew what she meant, but there was something he didn't tell her-- the zombie had scratched him.

[GwimmyTales]

Name- Mikeal Daggers
Nickname- none
Age- 19
Gender- male
Detailed Description From Picture- Has short black hair and scruffy facial hair, Blue eyes, and wears a blue denim jacket
Skills- He is a good parkourist, and has alot of expirience with small pistols
Fears- pitch black areas(can handle mostly dark), dead people, and being shot at
Likes- his only remaining family, pistols, parkour, light, and internet
Dislikes- dead, WALKING dead, biteing dead, and large guns
Personality- Mikeal is a serious guy, and doesn't joke about alot of things, but is mostly a happy person. He tries to keep a smile on his face for his younger sister Maria. He has had alot of training wit ha 9mm pistol before the apocolypse from a shooting range he often went to.
Weapon- 1996 Bretta 9mm pistol

In a group or no?- only his younger sis for now, and hoping to find one
Rank in Group- undefined
Crush- none yet
Sexuality- straight
Family- Sister Maria
Health- He was shot in the shoulder a while ago, and he got it patched up, but still has pains from time to time
Other- None of the pictures are mine, and I take NO rights of ownership to them, Sister will be made soon

[GwimmyTales]

Name- Maria Daggers
Nickname- none
Age-17
Gender- female
Detailed Description From Picture-
Blond hair and blue eyes, she wears a leather jacket and always has a sachel of supplies when her or Mikeal need them
Skills- Unlike her brother, Maria is well adept in using longrange weapons, her perferred weapon as stated below is the 1903 Springfield Sniper's rifle.
Fears- Death, zombies, losing her brother
Likes- Her brother, her sniper, shooting, sleep, and eating
Dislikes- Zombies, stench of dead bodies, anyone shooting at her, andrunning out of ammo
Personality- She is very caring for her brother and other survivors, but if you shoot at her she will shoot back, and she hardly misses. SHe has treat her brother for wounds a total of 11 times so far and none of them were bites, and most gunshots.
Weapon- 1903 Springfield Sniper's Rifle

In a group or no?- Only with her brother
Rank in Group- undefined
Crush- none
Sexuality- straight
Family- Brother Mikeal
Health- great
Other-As stated in my last for I take no rights of ownership to any of the pictures used