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Role; leader Tags; open Location; sleeping quarters Mood; eh

Nashville drowsily opened his eyes, yawning as he sat up slowly. He glanced about the room, unable to make out much in the early morning light. He stood, popping his aching back in the process. He'd slept on the floor, like most of the others, at night. It was painful, and pretty disgusting, but he'd survive. He stepped over sleeping bodies and stumbled over to the grimy windows, looking down on the city streets far below. And just to think, three years ago this place would've been bustling, some business man would've been rushing in here, working here. Now everything was awful.
He turned back to the sleeping bodies and watched them peacefully for a moment. Everyone appeared to be asleep, even his dog, Ace. He watched them for a moment more, and then started clapping loudly. "Alright, alright, up and at 'em!" he said, looking about.

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Role; other Tags; open Location; One floor below sleeping quarters Mood; exhausted

Bayou had woken up before anyone else, or at least nobody seemed awake, and had gone down a floor. Yeah, it was against the rules Nash had set. And so what? She needed alone time. Plus, she had actually been sick this morning. It was a pain, and she lost much needed sleep, but what else could she do? She stroked her dog's head, he being he only company. "At least you understand, Harvy." she said. She started to drift off once more, almost asleep, when a loud clapping like sound startled her. Nashville was waking the group. Great. She weighed her choices, watching the dim city skyline. Go up and someone possibly notice her sneaking in or stay here and hope nobody looks for her? She thought for a moment longer, and decided the latter seemed like the better option. The collecters and fighters would leave soon and then she could reappear. So she stayed there, stroking the dog's head, trying to listen for anything.

[Pyromaηiac]

Samoa - Female - 18 - Mood: Tired


Samoa groans and turned over to her side and covers her ears with her hat, and then mumbles to herself ''dammit..'' and then decides to lean forward. She stares into her lap for a second and thinks to herself ''If dad where here he would let me sleep five more minutes..'' She sighs and stands up facing Nashville.

[tim.]

berlin || collector || tags; open
xxxxxxxxBerlin's eyes didn't open right away. No, she tried to buy her time, longing for the previous dream she'd been having. She'd had a family prior to it all, whom she could barely remember now, save for bits and pieces of memory she'd relived through dreams. "No, those aren't my memories." She'd tell herself. Those were memories of a different person, unaffected by the virus. A person who hadn't lost everything. A girl named Quinn. No, she wasn't Quinn anymore. She was Berlin. And Berlin decided to roll over and struggle to her feet, forced to live with the reality of the situation again.

[birdiesong]

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25 - female - healer
location - sleeping quarters
tagged ; open

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Like other nights; Boston awoke early in the morning. She almost liked waking up this
early due to the fact that she could watch the morning sunrise; almost like everything
was like it once was. Getting up quietly to make sure no one woke; she tiptoed closer
to one of the smashed in windows on the floor. She sat down next to it, breathing steady.
Her hands twitched for something to do. Usually to keep her mind off of things she
would stitch things together whether it be clothes or even dead animals. Stitching up things
made her think that she was in a way stitching up her own mess of a life.
Boston sat there quietly, watching the silent world go on. Her eyelids became heavy and
before she knew it, she was already dozing off. A voice sharply rose in her ears as her flashed
awake. She saw Nashville waking everyone up. She herself stood up and stretched.

[StrikingEmber36]

☠ taylor ☠ tags;open ☠
Images flashed through Taylor's head. Images of home... of mother.. of father.. But when he heard the crisp voice of Nashville, he instantly woke up. Those weren't thoughts he should be thinking. Everything was different now. He was different now. But something, something, ached in his chest. Taylor knew he wanted to at least see his parents, but as he stood up he quickly shook the thought away. He didn't need softness creeping into his chest, he was here to fight, here to survive. He quickly stretched, not paying attention to the other stirring bodies around him. He looked outside the window, shadows casting onto his face. It honestly surprised Taylor. One day everything was perfect while the next... he didn't even need to finish the thought for a shiver to go through his spine. He turned back into the inside, now noticing all who was up. He let a small sigh escape his lips before actually moving forwards.

[grapebats]

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Tulsa
23 ; collector
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Tulsa prepared himself to make some kind of snappy remark when he heard the clapping, but he quickly remembered that he wasn't at home, and that he most definitely shouldn't be mouthing off. He let out a loud sigh of protest as he squinted his eyes open. He felt like he was about to fall apart. The ground was not a comfortable place to be sleeping. He pushed himself up into a sitting position reluctantly and looked over at Nashville, yawning. He didn't feel like getting up at all, but it wasn't as if he had a choice. He stretched his legs out in front of himself and rubbed lazily at his eyes, hoping to delay the actual standing up part.

[famouslyNobody.]

Owen Griffith | nineteen | fighter | tags ;; nash

The nineteen year old didn't need much prodding for his eyes to flit open slowly and adjust to such dim lighting. Quite the opposite, he'd been more awake than asleep. So with a groan, the boy pushed himself into a sitting position. Before all of this crazy undead stuff hit the road, he'd been living in a crappy home and being the oldest kid, his bed was the floor next to his younger brother Edward. But they were all dead now. Actually, he'd been the one to drive the knife through that little idiot's head after he'd tried eating Owen. It was all their fault for getting infected in the first place. Uplifting memories aside, Owen shook them out of his head with a pained expression and stared at the group that he got stuck with. They were a sorry bunch if ever there was a way to describe them. He hated people even when they were all alive and avoided them like they had the plague. Now that everybody was diseases, he wasn't affected in the slightest. Apathetic even. But he'd actually managed to be quite fond of his family and to have them taken away from him left a burning hole of hatred for all things related to zombies from the monsters themselves to the monsters who helped create them. He wanted to kill every single blasted one of them and he'd be fine doing it by himself. However, Owen Griffith wasn't a moron and he knew that strength came in numbers. So what did he do? He joined this lousy group of people that shared a fate similiar to his. And he'd decided to stick with them until the day he but the dust as sickening as that sounded. And as long as he was here, nobody else would be dying on his watch. He'd see to that. The boy grabbed his knives and pistol, shoving them in his belt and stood up. Silent as a shadow, he slipped through the group, unnoticed like always until he fell beside the leader of this group with an exhausted frown on his face. "Yo, Nash, just once I wish that you waking all of us up meant a loving pat on the shoulder. But if it makes you happy, I guess waking up the entire city - meat bags included - works too." What could have been the beginnings of a grin on his lips stayed there for a couple seconds before he let his expression fall back into a frown. And with that frown he leaned back against a pillar and pulled out a knife lazily flipping it in the air and through his fingers like it was some harmless pencil. For now, he'd just stand there quietly and mind his own business while the rest of these useless lumps woke up to Nash's shouting. He'd introduced himself as Boston like everybody else took to doing but in reality, the kid could care less if people knew his birth name.

//sorry, i'm on mobile.

[Pyromaηiac]

Samoa turns around and walks over to the dry, cracking, moldy wall and grabs her machete that had been leaning on it. She picks her (sword belt? Idk it goes around the shoulder kind of like a one strap bag but it's meant for sword like things) and slides her machete into it. Then she turns around and gazes around the room and walks over to the window to look down. ''Not many rotters today..'' she says. and turns around to the group.