Do's and Don'ts . Zombie Apocalypse, Open.

[Pounce the Cat]

((Good night, I think I will too))
Battle sighed in relief as Enya finished. She stood up and took out her large knife, ready to fight the zombies. She was trying to ignore her shakiness.

[Trumpet.]

Alaska Fawn Scotts
She lifted her head again. "I'm Alaska." She replied quietly. She took her bow off her shoulders and fiddled with it in her fingers. She didn't know what to say, but she wanted to talk to someone. "How are you?" She asked quietly feeling dumb afterwards. She wasn't that social and it felt different to actually ask how people were.

Elliot; I smiled at her kindly, it felt odd to smile in such a disastrous moment in humanity. "I, I'm okay as one can be in a time like, uh like this I suppose," I slightly stuttered. I was a rather odd question to ask in a disaster. Umm, how are you doing in all of this, Alaska?" I asked politely. I has always been the shy kid who doesn't really socialize with anyone in class so this socialization was new to me.

[Vasto Lorde]

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17 | ♀
loner
sniper & dagger

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(No problem. I was re-doing my avatar and signature, so I was busy. cx) Amity gasped in surprise as a dark-haired guy lunged out of the doorway and obstructed her from using her dagger. She would have fallen backwards, but the stranger's grip was quite powerful, and prevented her from doing so. Her eyes warily followed the stranger's pistol held at his side. Amity gave a small affirmative nod.
"...friendly." The words escaped her throat barely a whisper, as she hadn't spoken to another human being for quite and a while. She had no reason to, seeing that she was usually just surrounded by the grotesque undead creatures that now roamed the earth freely. She saw no reason to not be 'friendly' with this guy, as he looked trustworthy, at least. In Amity's eyes, the worst deaths of sthese times were the ones dealt by living, breathing people to others just like them. She knew that it did have to be done on a few occasions, to secure one's own survival. Luckily, she hadn't found herself in one of these situations. Yet. A sharp pain pierced her wrist, and she winced. "Now let me go now... please?"
As the man released his grip, Amity's dagger clattered to the floor. She knelt down to pick it up, then re-sheathed it, making sure not to let the sniper on her back slip off. She stood back up and studied the guy. "Your name?" she asked, extending an arm. "I'm Amity."

ooc;; hmmm~
mason vorhees → x ⤵

If Mason was surprised that the female recovered from her near-death so quickly, his carefully impassive face didn't show an inkling of it. Standing, and dully noticing that he was quite a bit taller than the girl - she was a teenager, it seemed -, Mason firmly grasped her hand and shook it once. "...Mason. Sorry about that." He offered the younger girl a small frown of apology, smoothly sheathing his knife on his side, but keeping it in easy-to-grab reach...even with a kid, you had to be safe and secure. "Have you looted this place yet?"

[Trumpet.]

Macy; Open; I walked around the apartment that I had felt safe in for the beginning of the zombie apocalypse, the place where my little brother died yesterday. I looked around packing the things that I thought I would need to survive. I picked up a picture of my brother and I and placed it into my book bag. I put on my sneakers and placed another pair in my bag along with 3 changes of clothes and a sweater. I wore my dad's old dog tags and my mom's pearls. I finished packing my bag with batteries, food, and a Polaroid camera. I carried my iphone and charger even though I knew that wouldn't last much longer. I packed as much as I could before leaving the apartment in tears. I don't know anyone other than my family who had either passed away or didn't care about me. I walked into the parking lot of the apartment building and found a dead person just lying just dead, not a zombie. I took their blood and wiped it on me because my brother told me that worked when he went to get the food. As I did it I started to tear up because I missed my brother. I soon finished the discussing job and got up and started to walk on the road looking for some where new to hide out. I had a baseball bat at my side and I was ready to beat up the first zombie to look my way.

[little.machine.]

[Gonna try and make my posts nicer, so I will probably change the layout like 3 times before decidig=ng which way I like. So just ignore the mess lol.]


| Alaska Fawn Scotts. // Camper. // With: Elliot. |
She shrugged and continued her eyes to the ground. "Life could be better." Anyone can say that. Life was a disaster right now. She wanted him to stay, because it was nice talking to someone. But she had nothing to say. She felt awkward starting a conversation because it wasn't her. She remembered of something she found while scavenging in the city for food for the rest of the campers. You were supposed to share everything you found, unless it was a weapon, but Alaska found 3 suckers while she was out, and kept them in her hoodie pocket. She ate one when she found one to see if it was still good, but it was sugar, go it was still in good condition. She pulled them out of her dark grey hoodie pocket and showed him them. "Want one?" She asked trying to be friendly.

[d a t a ;]

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17 | ♀
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sniper & dagger

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Amity returned the handshake, her other arm now numb and limp at her side. She rested it on top of her bag. Hearing Mason's question, she patted the sack, stuffed to the seams with food, canned and packaged.
"I got all I could, but there's still some back there," she told him. She paused and studied the man. He sure didn't look like a warm and fuzzy teddy bear, but Amity could tell that he was still sane. Therefore, he was safe, at least for now. "Anybody with you?"

[Trumpet.]

Elliot; I nodded at the girl as she held out a sucker, I smiled at the girl before I gently took it from her hand, "Thank you." I charmingly grinned at her. "Where did you get this?" I quietly asked not to make a big scene because I had not shared a lot of things with the group. I mostly kept things to my self only because I am afraid of needing to leave in a hurry and not having anything to take with me. I smiled at the girl as I unwrapped the sucker and popped it into my mouth. "I haven't tasted this in a long while." I said cheerfully.

ooc; My character Macy is still open if anyone wants to rp with her.

[little.machine.]

| Alaska Fawn Scotts. // Camper. // With: Elliot. |
Alaska also took the wrapper off the sucker and put it in her mouth. She put the wrapper back in her pocket. "In a drawer in a house I was looking through." She said quietly. After a few moments of no talking she said; "I have also not had one of these in a while." She missed being a kid and getting candy from her grandparents every once in a while. Her mom didn't like Alaska having a lot of sugar, since she knew a lot of kids go crazy on it and eat a lot, becoming overweight and having rotten teeth. But Alaska was okay with that decision. Because she got some sometimes, but she was also thankful of her nice teeth.

[Stromae]

((Good night, I think I will too))
Battle sighed in relief as Enya finished. She stood up and took out her large knife, ready to fight the zombies. She was trying to ignore her shakiness.

The girl picked up a rock and threw it towards a nearby tree to avert the walkers attention. She gathered her items and headed back to the main road. Before Claude could follow behind his sibling, he swung his baseball bat that nailed a walker in the head since it had gotten too close for comfort.

[little.machine.]

[Bump.]