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[~ moth ~]

Stella (open)

Stella walked around the woods. It was her 'get away place.' "What a get away place, even here you can die." She thought to herself. Her brother was most likely in their tree house that had as children. It's where they lived. It used to be two rooms but now it's five. They only really use three but the two extras are nice for sitting and sharpening her knives and swords. She wandered are und and found a berry bush. She perked up and went over to it. Sadly the berries were deadly. She grunted and kept walking barley making a noise

Tyler (open)

Tyler sat at the base of the tree house looking around und for his sister or any sign of animal live. He played with a cross bow arrow spinning it in his hands. He was a bit worried. She had been out longer than three hours. He stood up and looked around for her.

Jess (Leo)

Jess wandered a small town. She saw a cafe and lit up. She held up her machete ready to attack any of the dead. She carefully grabbed the door and tried opening it. It would not budge. She knelt down at the lock and examined it. She took the machete and stuck it between the doors. She heard a soft click and she smiled. She opened the door quietly and a small bell rang. She froze in place. She went in and closed the door hoping no wanderers heard.

[InfectedHau]

Rosa Gallegos||Female||Tagged: open

The song had just reached the chorus when a loud clanking came from the truck's engine, and Rosa began slowing to a stop. It was probably nothing, she'd probably just left a wrench in the cooling fan again, but still it was worth checking out. She couldn't afford to break down, getting stuck out here would not be good for her health, especially with all the attention she'd probably just drawn. "Hang tight, buddy," she said to Matthias, switching off the engine and reaching around her seat for her tool kit and her gun, "I gotta check this out. be back soon."

Sighing to herself, Rosa opened the drivers side door, climbing around the outside of the truck until the was standing atop the front grille. She'd made a point of not touching the ground, Zombies had a rather annoying habit of grabbing ones feet when one was walking, and she'd rather not get her ankle gnawed on just yet. Making sure that her gear was secure, and that she wasn't currently getting snuck up on, Rosa popped the hood,took a look in side, and swore loudly as she beheld the damage. Something, she wasn't sue what, had gotten caught in the coolant fan, and though she'd stopped in time to prevent further damage, there was no salvaging the fan itself. Which, normally, wouldn't have been a bad thing, had it not been getting warmer. She'd be able to drive still, but she couldn't go too fast, not without risking her engine overheating. She needed that fixed, as soon as possible. Hopefully, the hangar she'd spotted a while back would have something she could use as a replacement until she could find an auto parts store to raid. Swearing again, Rosa pulled a wrench from her tool kit, leaning into the engine and removing the damaged fan. Now that she got a closer look at it, it might still be salvageable, nothing had been actually broken. Either way, she needed to get to that hangar, she wasn't about to start pounding it back into shape out here. Tossing the fan into one of the storage containers mounted beneath the grille, Rosa began climbing back over into the cab, popping a Zombie that had been approaching her from behind as she did. She could've just run him over, it wasn't like he was going anywhere fast, but she was more than a little cheesed off. Closing the door behind her, Rosa started the truck again, veering off the road and back towards the hangar. Hopefully it was abandoned, if not, whoever was using it was about to get a rather big surprise visitor.

[blue;]

Maddie walked along the side of the road, beat by her side. She was headed to the main parts of town to get basic supplies. She sighed and gripped the bloody knife in her hand tighter.

[nyctomancy]

merci reed . twenty-three . male . tags: none

chugging along the coast was merci reed, using his houseboat to move about. sure, it wasn't the fastest mode of transportation, but it was rather amusing to watch the mindless dead attempt to get that him. needless to say, it was easy to defend. the scrabbling monsters were mere potshots, as the former military-man practiced his aim. but of course, the houseboat wouldn't last forever. every so often he had to dock in search of supplies. for a while now the twenty-three year old was traveling south, hoping to cross over what used to be the equator before the continent was swept up in winter.

land in sights, merci lifted his telescope and glued his face to the device as he peered through it's blurred images. with his supplies nearly depleted, the brunette was considering docking nearby. but of course, he had to survey first. for the time being, the town in which he was eyeing appeared to be empty. this was a man who was no fool, however. he knew the deceptive appearances villages could hold. one wrong move, and he could be dead. "what do you think?" the man idly asked his pet chinchilla, buddy, who was perched on his shoulder. "do you think we should head in?" putting his handheld telescope back in it's chest, he watched. with a sigh, merci gave in, and turned his boat around, using the rudder to navigate towards the town.

jo ward . twenty-two . female . tags: rosa [kinda]

the woman watched, fascinated from afar as the deathtruck suddenly roared to a stop. jo ward couldn't help but gawk as the driver's door popped open, and an armour-clad[?] figure climbed out. from this distance, she couldn't make out much, but the blonde thought the driver to be a woman. "cool," she mouthed silently, observing the figure as they inspected their engine. she was a tad worried about the landscape considering that this woman and her deathtruck stood between her, and her home - the hangar, but figured that hopefully/ the stranger would be off soon again. but that wasn't happening. after a couple of minutes, jo could only watched as the woman clambered back inside her truck, and turned around, driving back towards her hangar. this wasn't good. swearing beneath her breath, jo ran out of the building she had been using as a ladder, saddling herself up on the bike she had brought with her from the hangar and began to peddle like a madwoman, back towards her home.

[InfectedHau]

Rosa Gallegos||Female||Tagged: open

Rosa pulled onto the runway beside the hangar, turned off the engine, then climbed into the back of the truck and set about arming herself for her foray inside. She didn't have much in the way of armor, and that seemed just a bit too Mad Max to her besides, but she had racks upon racks of weapons, and that was what she really needed anyways. For this particular scenario, she selected a Beretta 1301 Tactical shotgun, stuffing a few extra shells into the pockets of her leather jacket, and a 96A1 pistol, with a few extra clips shoved into the pockets of her slightly tattered jeans. Thusly armed, Rosa popped open the back door of her truck and stepped outside, careful to lock it behind her. No point in fixing the fan for a stolen truck. As an afterthought, Rosa walked around to the front of the truck and retrieved the damaged fan before heading inside. Hopefully there'd be a workshop that she could use to fix it, if there wasn't another fan she could scrounge.

[~ moth ~]

Tyler (Jo, if ok)

Tyler got scared. "Maybe she went to the waterfront to fish. That's practical. I'll search for her." He thought as he started to walk away. He held his crossbow ready to fire in an instant. He got to the water front and saw a massive truck. It had never been there before. He got worried and scared. He carefully went to the back of the building making sure to make no noise. He climbed up a stairwell to see a woman. He froze in his tracks. She was definitely older than he was. Maybe early twenties as he was only sixteen. He started to shake as he looked at her hoping she didn't see him.

[.Paralian.]

|Sonia Wilk|23|Feamale|Scars, Wolfdog|Open|Form
With her breakfast eaten, and Alpha sitting by her side impatiently for a 'walk' Sonia got out fo her seat heavily and made her way to her main storage room, disarming the trap first. She entered and began to check what she was missing, she still had a deascent ammount of Allergy pills, which made her smile for a second, as she moved back out of the room and set the trap back up. walking tiredly to her room she put on her favourite indestructable jacket, grabbed her always ready gear, and in no time the brunette was out of her house with her faithful wolf by her side, also prepared with a fancy army dog jacket she found a while back, now filled with supplies. Closing the door with her several keys (because that would stop someone...) she almost hopped off the steps leading to the doors. With the blunt command to alpha 'Clean' he ran forward and began to help her deal with any zombied that made her way into the large wooden spikes decorating her front yard, yup still standing well. There was only two today, probably the two to wake her up too, she, as always, tied a rope to their legs and dragged them onto the front yard of a house not too far ahead. It was both a good workout for her, and a way to prevent the allready severe stench growing on the streets. Once every phew months she burns the bodies quickly, leaving them in ashes, she only did this last time a phew days ago so these are the first to be welcomed.

|Nina Cosmos|22|Feamale|horse|Open|Form
walking up to the house she entered with great caution and her knife ready to throw. Looking around there was no one, or nothing here. Then leaning Whispa she made sure to close the door begind her, then began to loosen Her horses girth and bridle straps for comfort.

|Max esben|21|male|Army,smokes|Form
Waking up suddenly he looked around with wide, panicked eyes, Max listened cautiously whether the creatures he baricaded himself from, were still there, getting up he took the machete of his backpack in one hand, a knife in the other, he approached the doors and stalked out wasting no time cleaning up the house for as long as his adrenaline was still rushing through his veins. He spent the whole night on guard scince he was chased into this place by a gang of thugs, whilst hes exhausted hed prefer to not fight right now, and deffinatly not waste bullets, whilst there still here.

[nyctomancy]

merci reed . twenty-three . male . tags: none

boarding the shore not thirty minutes later, merci locked in his houseboat to the dock. he departed armed to the teeth, multiple guns strapped to his figure and with a chinchilla hanging around his neck. the brunette promised himself he wouldn't go far - he couldn't leave his home unattended for long. moving cautiously through the city, the former military-man searched for supplies.

jo ward . twenty-two . female . tags: rosa

shoot shoot shoot. this was not good. car vs bike? it was a no-brainer. jo certainly wouldn't be able to catch up, not anytime soon, at least. lifting her head to the sigh, the female closed her eyes momentarily, a silent prayer slipping past her lips. "please don't let her ransack my home," begged the blonde. "pleasepleasepleaseplease." bo had taken to flying overhead, recognizing that it was hard to grip his owner's shoulder whilst she was flying down a hill on a rusty bike. by the time she actually arrived, a solid chunk of time had passed between jo first spotting the truck and her actually arriving. out of breath, she leaned her bike up against the outside of her hangar, panting heavily and she made her way towards the entrance. unsaddling her shotgun from her backpack, the blonde proceeded with caution. her cockatiel settled down on her shoulder as she moved through the opened sidedoor that led into her father's hangar. as it was dark, and she couldn't see, jo's first reaction was to flip on the lights - you couldn't shoot a target if you couldn't see it, eh?

[@adriana. sorry, but jo isn't there anymore - she's heading back to her hangar.]

[~ moth ~]

(Ok, forget that post up there, anyone open?)

[InfectedHau]

Rosa Gallegos||Female||Tagged: Jo

Unfortunately, Rosa hadn't been able to find a cooling fan that could act as a suitable replacement for hers. Fortunately, she'd found a table and a rubber mallet, and was in the process of pounding the mangled blades of her truck's fan back into shape when light flooded the small side room she'd sequestered herself in, just off the main hangar bay. Caught mid-upswing, Rosa released her grip on the mallet, causing a far larger racket than she was altogether comfortable with as it hit the wall and fell to the ground, grabbed her shotgun from where she'd left it on the table, and pressed herself up against the wall, just below the window looking out into the hangar. She wanted to look outside, maybe catch a glimpse of who thought they could intrude on her while she was fixing her baby, but she knew that that was a bad idea. She'd already alerted the intruder to the fact that she was there, no point in letting them know exactly where she was.