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[eleutheromania]

𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑨 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻
[ female ] [ twenty five ] [ commander ] [ mentions: natalie/william/gabe ] [ tags: verose ]


the young woman had decided to head instead and noticed the small banter going back and forth between two of the girls. she rolled her eyes in amusement and shook her head, walking back towards the kitchen before she overheard verose talking about going out. rather than stopping her, the commander would simply tail her knowing she was too tired to be going out on her own. she busied herself as she watched verose leave natalie with a small hug. when the other woman was heading out, olive went and grabbed her bag, equipped her bow, quiver, and pistol and headed out after her without so much as a word to anyone else around her. it wasn't until she looked over her shoulder that she realized she should probably tell them where she was headed. "i'm headed out to check on verose, last thing i need is her to get into trouble alone." she said to natalie and everyone else in the room before opening the door.

the brisk cold caused goosebumps on her face as she closed the door behind her. pulling up her bandanna, she crept forward, trailing the unknowing member of the group and making sure she was safe for the most part. olive was quite the stalker when one cared to notice, she knew how to follow someone without being noticed, having just enough distance for her to not be heard but be able to help if it was needed. her gaze surveyed the area and also that of where verose was going, making sure not to lose sight of her. she noticed the woman had stopped and seemed to be looking at something so olive stopped, pressing her back against an abandoned car as she looked around. there were two of the slower revival victims near a almost collapsed building, it seemed they were trying to get at something but olive couldn't tell what.

the soft sound of a sneeze reached her ears and her eyes darted to verose, noticing that the young woman was the culprit of the sound. a almost soundless curse left her lips as she saw the revived has also noticed. it seemed the woman had also noticed and bolted, the undead following her. olive jumped into action, almost surprised as she turned the corner and spotted two men. she should have turned around but she didn't. instead she cut through a different alley, running right past the two without so much as a glance and back tracked to where she had seen verose go. her breath forming clouds in the air, she spotted the girl fall, the revived land on top of her and prayed to god the woman would react. why was she using her gun? that would only attracted more and the worse of the undead. she stood where she was, drew a arrow from the quiver and knocked it on the bow. pulling the string back to her cheek, she released, the arrow landing with a thud in the revived's head. the second one seemed to notice the sound and turned, heading towards her and olive repeated the same action, the arrow landed right for home. racing forward, she noticed a few more surfacing from the hiding or searching, whatever you wanted to call it these days.

moving fast, she retrieved her arrows and replaced them in their proper place and followed the trail of verose. when she spotted the woman, her voice was that of urgency. "we need to go and now." she hissed out through the bandanna and then her eyes narrowed at the blood that stood out drastically on the snow. hopefully she hadn't been bit and it was merely a cut, else olive would have a very difficult decision ahead out her. "come on, using your gun was a bad idea." she added, reaching out with her hand to give it to help her up.

[memichoo]

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Aubree Garrison
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➳ || bree || female || 22
rank:; novice
feels:; wary - tired
location:; infirmary
tags:; hazlyn

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➳ Aubree gave a meek smile to Hazlyn, muttering a soft and apologetic "sorry". She never really broke the habit of scaring people, intentionally or not. She was trying to, however. Scare the wrong person in the group here, and it would be her last mistake. The people here were surprisingly skilled with weapons and, though it sometimes scared the girl, she appreciated it all the same. After all, if the time came, those people would protect her and the others with all they got. Hopefully. She nodded slowly as the doctor answered her question, not at all surprised at her thinking. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the colder season would bring diseases. They just had to hope for simple and weaker ones, like a simple cold rather than pneumonia. It might be wishful thinking if their shelter and provisions were taken into account, but optimism was Bree's unofficial middle name. She sighed as Hazlyn mirrored her thoughts on scavenging more medicine, glancing at the cabinets. "I can help out and look too if you want," she offered, knowing four hands were better than two.

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Gabriel Roland
╔_________________________╗
➢ || gabe || male || 24
rank:; solitude
feels:; excited - focused
location:; city
tags:; william - verose - olivia

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➢ Gabriel was just about to say something, probably a snarky remark about the other man's feline companion, when a strange prickling sensation snapped his jaw shut. It felt like the pins and needles he always complained about as a child, hot and cold pricks that make the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He felt this when a gaze was upon him, a survival instinct he developed as the world went downhill. It had saved him more times than not. He stepped back from the other man, gray gaze scanning the surrounding buildings. At first, nothing stood out. Weathered gray concrete powdered with crisp snow surrounded them. Then a sound, a horrifying normal sound that held so much danger now. A sneeze. His head snapped to the direction of the source, and his eyes immedientally spotted a worn purple figure like a sore thumb among the snow. It fled from view as quickly as it came, but he knew something was there. And, knowing the world that surrounded them, so did the revived. Movement caught his eyes quickly, and it wasn't hard to see the monsters' target. And, apparently, another woman's, he realized with ludicrous amusement as she ran past him and the man. Leaving the dark-skinned man behind, Gabriel set off into a speedy sprint after her, making sure to stay a safe distance behind. He had always been a fast runner, the fastest of his schools growing up, and this ability served him well. His steps pattered like rain against the asphalt, fleeting and light. His breathe came even and frequent, but his heart hammered in his chest with excitement and apprehension.

He watched as the figure- which he now identified as a blonde-haired girl- paused in her sprint and aimed at one of the revived, successfully taking it down with two shots. The solitude grinned, glad to see its sickly body fall. One less problem to worry about out here. He watched the girl try to continue her escape, only to trip against something unseen in the snow. It seemed Gabriel wasn't the only one struggling with hidden objects. The loss of ammunition was a needle of concern in his mind, a hard reminder that guns were only useful if taken care of. He didn't glance down as he slid his knife against the stone he kept tied to his backpack strap, sharpening the edge as he ran. A slight ache enveloped his lungs, but he didn't need to run anymore. Instead, the man slowed.

The secind girl had beaten him to the first one as expected, sending an arrow through the revived's skull where he would have sent his blade. He flattened against the cold wall beside a pillar, ignoring the sudden chill of the rough stone and watching through the corner of his eye. His light footsteps were difficult to see among the revived's scuffles, impossible to see in a hurry. So much for his hurry. The unused blade didn't go for waste in his hand, however, as he spotted a revived across the street. It had apparently heard the commotion concerning the gun and whatnot, and had its glassy gaze set on the two women. Before it even had the chance to stumble to the middle of the street, Gabe sent the ready blade flying from his frozen fingers. Its momentum combined with the revived's motion sent it thudding deeply into the creature's skull, as efficient as any arrow or bullet. He smiled as it fell, the intensity fading from his gray eyes, and relaxed against the wall. His head turned towards the two girls, watching from behind his pillar. If that wound the first girl had was a bite, things would not be going well for her. He hoped it was just a scratch; he'd rather have a sneezing girl than a reanimated corpse.

[Evelysia]

( ★ )──𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐎 𝐒 𝐄 ，
xxxrole. member & loc. city & nationality. british & gender. female & sexuality. bi & mentions. natalie/gabe & tags. olivia/gabe

Verose's worries were silenced when she saw Olivia reach out a hand to her small figure that was crouched beside the rubble. When she mentions that using her gun was a bad idea, Verose huffs. "Sorry, but I don't really prefer to run up to two revived, let alone one, to stab them. Especially when they're chasing me." She then takes Olivia's hand and gets up, noticing the other few animated corpses that had begun to come out. She glances around, looking for any signs of the two men she had seen earlier. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices one of them after he takes down a revived, and then sees him slide off behind a pillar to try to spy on the two. Rose glances at Olivia, her hazel eyes determined and fierce, "I refuse to leave those two with the mess I'm responsible for making." She holsters her pistol, and pulls the dagger from her boot, an unyielding expression alighting her pale features. There weren't too many, definitely more than she'd seen though. Possibly around 7 or 8, she couldn't count them that well since they were moving about all over the place, some having their sights set on her and Olive, but were oddly hesitant about attacking the two.

Verose glances around, trying to find a way that the light skinned man hiding behind the pillar could dash away with them without getting bitten. She hadn't seen the dark skinned one, but figured he was safe since he was still on the original street that she had lead the undead away from. She motions towards the light skinned one that was hiding behind the pillar, trying to get him to see the way she had figured out. There were 2 revived in the way, one of which she was planning on taking care of for him. She motions towards the area, hoping he'd get the idea, and then her hand slowly leads a pointed trail to a building further down the street where they could duck into an alleyway and slip away from the scene together with Olivia. She then leaps into action once again, ignoring the burning pain in the long scratch wound on her arm. She rushes towards the 2 undead in the way of the man's path, making her last statement hypocritcal though, but distracting them both so that he could take the one she doesn't take down from behind. She grabs the one closest to her, tousles with it a bit, and eventually drives the blade into its skull before retracting it quickly and looking back to see if the man had done his job in taking down the other.

In the midst of the action, her thoughts wander to Natalie. She knew when they arrived back at the safehouse that if Natalie wasn't already asleep, she'd probably be extremely upset with Verose for getting in trouble like that, especially since she ended up wounded. Deep down Verose was mad at herself. Every last bit of this nightmare unfolding before them was her fault, and if anyone deserved to get hurt at all, she believed it was herself. And clearly, she had. But she refused to allow herself to dash away, leaving the two men to possibly be injured over something she had done.

[adoxography]

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Preparing to set out once more herself, Nat was hastily packing a snack into her bag when Olive announced she was following Verose and disappeared through the doorway. Without the need for urgency, she slowed her pace in bundling up and securing her backpack. If she was honest, she probably would've followed her friend if Olive hadn't. She was making her way towards the door, tucking her scarf in when she heard the gunshots. Stopping dead, she starred at the door handle for a beat, straining her ears. After the second, she began thinking out loud. "Olive has got it. It's fine, they're capable. They can handle it." The last part quickly became a mantra, "They can handle it. They can handle it. They can handle it." She tried to believe it, but her body didn't seem to get the memo. Darting through the door and hastily securing the gate behind her, Nat broke out into a run on the street, already having retrieved her knife from her waistband. She hugged walls as she passed them, watching her feet for ice as she neared the action.

The woman's jaw was set hard as she peeked around a corner to see Olive and Verose, as well as a stranger picking off the revived that had flocked to the noise. Trying to calm her knotted stomach, her eyes immediately panned to check for more dead down the streets surrounding them. There were a few scattered here and there - stumblers, just wandering with the wind, teeth gnashing at the air. More than anything, they were attracted to the sound of the other dead around them as they shuffled through the snow. It was pathetic, except for the fact that it made them more dangerous. This is what created the herds that wiped out entire settlements. She had seen it happen, and the memory still sent a chill down her spine.

As more dead began clambering out of the alleyways, Natalie drug herself off of the side of the wall, whistling at the remaining revived to lure them away. This part was easy, she might not even have to use her knife. Then again, the less of them the better. In an agile motion, she spun to walk backwards, scanning in front of and behind herself like a metronome. Her hand shot up to wave to the women, more to let them know she was there than anything else as she gathered four of the monsters in front of her. Becoming feverish, they began picking up the pace after her, and she quickened with them, making a sharp turn into the charred house she had broken into earlier. She curved to avoid the gaping hole she left in the floor when she uncovered the basement, leading them right into the chasm. She had to get back. Strangers weren't always friendly.

[Serpantdragon]

Hazlyn Walsh- 24 years- Doctor- Infirmary- Tags: Aubree

"It's fine," she spoke softly as she grabbed her coat that she had left on her chair. "Let's go see if we can find Olivia and we can tell her we are headed out to get some supplies. It would be easier to get the supplies now while the weather isn't to terrible," she informed the novice medic of the group. She had grown to find the younger woman as a younger sibling, never having had any siblings. She made sure her boots were tied before slipping on her winter jacket. She walked towards the door and looked back at Aubree, motioning for her to follow her.

[memichoo]

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Aubree Garrison
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➳ || bree || female || 22
rank:; novice
feels:; tired - friendly
location:; camp
tags:; hazlyn - sai

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➳ Aubree nodded at Hazlyn's idea, patting her worn leather satchel. She believed she had everything needed in there, along with some extra pockets of her furred winter coat. She was beyond grateful for the coat; most of the chill couldn't penetrate its soft material and it provided fair protection against any light contact she might have with the revived. A bite could be avoided if she pulled away fast enough, before the creature had time to really dig its cold teeth in, and annoying scratches or scrapes were absorbed by it. It wasn't as good as, say, steel armor or anything, but it was better than nothing. The girl checked her satchel pockets as Hazlyn checked her boots, sending a quick glance past the bag to make sure her own boots were tight and ready to go. She followed the doctor at her motion, content with following. She trusted the older girl; she was clever and had a hard-working but kind core. A perfect role model, and Bree found herself thinking of the doctor as a sort of adoptive older sister. She had grown up alone, which may seem wonderful with all of her parents' attention, but the house had always seemed a little empty without any other children to play with. She and Hazlyn would definitely not be doing any ordinary sisterly activities, but the woman took up that imaginary role anyway in Aubree's mind.

Bree tilted her head as she caught sight of someone, guarding the door with a limp position. She didn't know the man too well, and wasn't quite sure how strong his loyalties were, but she was willing to be friendly anyway. "Hey Sai," she greeted, slowing so she wasn't right behind Hazlyn. Sending a quick glance around their surroundings, she asked, "Have you seen Olivia anywhere?" It was an innocent question, good for conversation between acquaintances but also useful to the two medical members. They needed to find the leader of the group anyway, so might as well interact with others while doing it. She explained, "We're going out to look for medical supplies and thought that we'd best tell her first." It was a smart rule. A bit annoying sometimes, to try and find the older woman every time they wanted to go out, but it was reasonable. That way the group would be organized. Everyone would be accounted for and, if anyone seems like they might be in danger, it would be easier to send backup if their location was known. It made their reality seem more stark to Aubree, a dark reminder that anyone could be revived.

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Gabriel Roland
╔_________________________╗
➢ || gabe || male || 24
rank:; solitude
feels:; excited - focused
location:; city
tags:; verose - olivia - natalie

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➢ Gabriel watched as the first girl, whom he decided to be cliché with and call Blondie, packed away her treacherous gun and pulled out a dagger similiar to some of his own. He approved of the new choice, annoyed that so many revived had been alerted by the initial noise of that darn gun. They didn't need any more hordes to come after them. The one he picked off was a simple start; several others, roughly eight of them at most, were shuffling towards the group with eerily intent glassy gazes. He pulled another knife from the pocket and scraped it against his stone, eyes focusing on Blondie. It took him a mere millisecond to understand what she was gesturing; his siblings had always used similiar motions to sneak around behind his back. The memory held no emotions to it in the moment and Gabe didn't allow it any power over his concentration. He tensed his muscles then leapt into action as soon as Blondie did, thrusting his blade with as much force as he could through the creature's skull and pulling it with his movement to ensure a total take down. He yanked the knife from the cracked head as the body fell, wiping the edge against the fabric on his thigh. Two less revived, about five or six left. He almost mistalenly threw his knife at a false target, the dagger moments from losing contact, before he pulled back. There was yet another girl, who took four revived off their trail and disappeared as quickly as she'd come. He'd be in heaven if there weren't reanimated corpses surrounding them.

The solitude took advantage of the gap in the revived wall, slipping through the reaching arms and sprinting to the revived he had initially taken down. He nearly slipped to dodge a clawing hand, earning a respectably deep gash on his cheek, but successfully got through and retrieved the knife he had thrown earlier. A blade in each hand, he spun and raced back to Blondie's side, gesturing to the alleyway she had previously pointed out. "Quick, just go, she'll be fine," he urged, sparing a glance back to the arrow girl they were leaving. She would probably be okay considering she seemed to have good survival instincts. Besides, she had admirable aim with the bow. He had never gotten the chance to try his hand at the weapon, but liked the idea of it. Tearing his gaze from Miss Katniss, he tucked one blade away and kept the other in front of him. The roar in his ears was beginning to die down, but his lithe limbs still fizzled with adrenaline. Exciting. The gash on his cheek stung, scarlet blood dripping from his jawline, but that wasn't the worse injury he'd ever received. The burn hardly bothered him. Now Blondie, however, had a worse situation. Eyeing her bleeding arm, he gestured against to move. "We need to wrap that up; that blood is a beacon for every creepy crawler in the area," he mused, remembering how a cut knee in the past brought at least eleven revived to his location when he was still for too long. Not exactly desirable.

[eleutheromania]

𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑨 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻
[ female ] [ twenty five ] [ commander ] [ mentions: ----] [ tags: verose, nat, gabe ]


"which is why you need to learn to use long distance weapons." olive said in response to her first response. when it came to that of the now one bystander of the aftermath, it seemed verose had a soft spot not to let them fend for themselves. she did have a point though and olive knew better than to argue at this moment. shaking her head, her bandanna masking the frown that crossed her features as verose gave the young stranger hand signals to head in the direction of the alley. the commander would not be leaving the young woman alone with him, she'd follow once she knew the coast was clear. olive did not trust many people and the newer people to the group tended to get the cold shoulder until they proved they could be trusted with her. that was simply how the group had survived so well so far and she was not jeopardizing that now.

adrenaline was rushing through her veins, giving her the thrill of excitement and a bit more sensitive with noise and such. her eyes were no longer on the woman beside her but instead the revived that were making their way towards the noise of their friends. one to three usually attracted more and that was exactly how the hoards formed. disastrous outcomes usually happened not soon after and the last thing olive wanted was one more forming in the city. there were quite a few as it was that they had to be careful to avoid on most days. it was becoming more and more difficult to stay out of hearing and sight for these things, but luckily only one type of them traveled in groups. both of course were dangerous and she'd rather deal with a small herd than the oversized ones that lurked throughout the city.

focusing back on the task at hand, she watched as the two seemed to plan and execute their plan. when gabriel grew close to
verose. a arrow quickly made its way into her hands and on her bow as she moved forward, eyes darting from the duo to that of the creatures that were coming out of the alleys around them. it was then that she noticed natalie's work and she glanced around for the woman but had yet to spot her for now. deciding to make sure she was also safe, she made the choice to leave verose for a few with the male stranger, she hoped she did not regret it in the long run. it was then that she heard the whistle and hesitated, natalie seemed to be luring them away and the last thing she needed to do was run after the creatures following her. stuck without a plan of her own, she opted for sticking with their new found 'friend' and trailed behind verose and gabe, bow loaded and arrows ready to be released as she kept the rear clear of any stragglers

[pecos]

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍
[ male ] [ twenty four ] [ solitude ] [ mentions: gabe, verose ] [ tagged: olivia ( sorta ) ]

william had been aware of the soft crunch of snow following the steady pace of footsteps for a while now. at first, he wasn't too sure what to think of it. if it had been a revived, william knew it was best to walk slowly rather than sprint away. but the revived weren't necessarily quiet beings, and these footsteps, despite their obvious noise, seemed as if they were trying to hide their presence at least a little bit. he bit his lip nervously, glancing down at the dark figure that still trailed in his footprints. it's ears were turned around, facing the streets that william had left behind, which confirmed william's assumption that he was being followed.

as he began to turn to confront his new "stalker friend," a horrific noise reached his ears, one that he wouldn't have minded before the revived: a sneeze. the steady crunch of snow behind him turned into rushed stumbling as whatever had been following him scrambled in the direction of the noise. the cat hissed and bolted, and he watched it hide between some trash bins before swinging his bag towards his front and pulling out three long, sharp throwing knives. william refused to use guns, even ones with silencers, as they still made a racket.

william threw his backpack back around and began to jog on his bare feet in the direction of the sneeze when a gunshot rang through the air. the sound was clear in the crisp air and quite a shock to william, seeing as he hadn't heard any loud noise for days at a time. but nonetheless, william forced his legs to carry him forward. sooner or later, he turned a street corner in time to see a male and female turn into a nearby alleyway.

his eyes quickly moved away from them though as a hotspot of movement drew his attention. a young woman, most likely in her mid-twenties, was occupied with the task of fighting off a hoard of the revived. despite her incredibly accurate aim, william had a feeling that she probably wouldn't be able to hold up for much longer, especially once he noticed that more of the revived were still joining the fray. he watched as she backed towards the alleyway in a protective stance, most likely guarding the two that had gone into the alley only a few moments before. with little hesitation, william started forward, flinging one of the three knifes at a nearby revived, the blade hitting the being just below the shoulder blades. although he barely knew any of these people, he couldn't stand by and watch all of them deal with the small mob without at least doing something to help. also, it wouldn't be such a great thing if all of them ended up getting bitten and becoming infected as well. the last thing william needed was more revived to deal with.

[Evelysia]

( ★ )──𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐎 𝐒 𝐄 ，
xxxrole. member & loc. city & nationality. british & gender. female & sexuality. bi & mentions. natalie/olivia & tags. gabe

Verose sighs thankfully as she realizes the unknown man had gotten her message as she sees the revived hit the ground. She then glances at him worriedly as he receives a gash on his face. Her attention gets drawn away momentarily though, as she hears a whistle. She looks around, and then spots Natalie. Rose's hazel eyes widen in shock; the last thing she wanted was for Natalie to get hurt because of this mob she had caused. Due to their close friendship, Rose's instincts told her to go help Natalie, but as the dark haired boy snaps her out of the trance she was caught in, she nods hesitantly and ducks into the alleyway he was pointing towards. Once they had ducked off down the alleyway, she casts a glance towards him when he tells her that her arm needs to be wrapped up. "You're right," she murmurs, pausing to look for something she could wrap it with. Her eyes snap back though, feeling the sneaking suspicion that someone had followed them. She notices Olivia and can't help but to sigh.

She wasn't exactly the happiest with the woman right now. Yes, she had used a gun, which was probably not the best idea in terms of attracting more. But at least she wasn't the one who tried to run away from it and leave the two others behind, even if they were just strangers. Rose glances at the man, and then motions with her eyes for him to follow her. She then quickly sprints off, holding the wound in her arm as she does. She ducks down a few more random alleys, trying to lose Olivia. She didn't want the woman following them, even if her intentions were good. Rose knew herself too well, and if Olivia came up to them, it'd be very hard for Verose to keep her tongue bitten. Especially with her slick mouth, she knew popping off at Olive would only lead to drama, even if she was only a year younger than her.

After dipping around some alleyways and then climbing into the ruins of a building that had fallen down, she kneels to the ground, inspecting her wound. But her attention on it doesn't last long. Instead she looks at the man's, a look of guilt filling her eyes as the adrenaline rush wears off. "I'm so sorry, this was all my fault. I promise I'll try to make it up to you." Verose murmurs before ripping off two pieces of her shirt. The first she uses to wrap around her own wound, and the second, she instinctively uses it, not thinking twice, to wipe the blood away from the man's wound on his face. She wipes it gently, hoping not to hurt him any further. The adrenaline rush wearing off also made her wound feel a bit more obvious, and she winces but finishes cleaning up the man's. "I'm Verose, by the way, but you can call me Rose if you'd like," she says, putting the piece of her shirt that she used to wipe his face off onto the snow covered ground, "That woman back there with the bow, that's Olivia. She's the leader of our group. And the other one, the one that whistled, that's Nat. She's my best friend. I've known her for a while." Rose then glances around, wondering if they had lost Olivia or not.

[memichoo]

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Aubree Garrison
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➳ || bree || female || 22
rank:; novice
feels:; tired - friendly
location:; camp
tags:; hazlyn - sai

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➳ Aubree nodded at Hazlyn's idea, patting her worn leather satchel. She believed she had everything needed in there, along with some extra pockets of her furred winter coat. She was beyond grateful for the coat; most of the chill couldn't penetrate its soft material and it provided fair protection against any light contact she might have with the revived. A bite could be avoided if she pulled away fast enough, before the creature had time to really dig its cold teeth in, and annoying scratches or scrapes were absorbed by it. It wasn't as good as, say, steel armor or anything, but it was better than nothing. The girl checked her satchel pockets as Hazlyn checked her boots, sending a quick glance past the bag to make sure her own boots were tight and ready to go. She followed the doctor at her motion, content with following. She trusted the older girl; she was clever and had a hard-working but kind core. A perfect role model, and Bree found herself thinking of the doctor as a sort of adoptive older sister. She had grown up alone, which may seem wonderful with all of her parents' attention, but the house had always seemed a little empty without any other children to play with. She and Hazlyn would definitely not be doing any ordinary sisterly activities, but the woman took up that imaginary role anyway in Aubree's mind.

Bree tilted her head as she caught sight of someone, guarding the door with a limp position. She didn't know the man too well, and wasn't quite sure how strong his loyalties were, but she was willing to be friendly anyway. "Hey Sai," she greeted, slowing so she wasn't right behind Hazlyn. Sending a quick glance around their surroundings, she asked, "Have you seen Olivia anywhere?" It was an innocent question, good for conversation between acquaintances but also useful to the two medical members. They needed to find the leader of the group anyway, so might as well interact with others while doing it. She explained, "We're going out to look for medical supplies and thought that we'd best tell her first." It was a smart rule. A bit annoying sometimes, to try and find the older woman every time they wanted to go out, but it was reasonable. That way the group would be organized. Everyone would be accounted for and, if anyone seems like they might be in danger, it would be easier to send backup if their location was known. It made their reality seem more stark to Aubree, a dark reminder that anyone could be revived.

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Gabriel Roland
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➢ || gabe || male || 24
rank:; solitude
feels:; uncertain - curious
location:; city
tags:; verose - olivia

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➢ Gabriel stiffened again once he noticed Blondie's gaze seek out something behind them and the adrenaline supplying his movements wore off enough to reveal the telltale tingling sensation of eyes. He glanced over his shoulder and made out the figure of Miss Katniss, who Blondie didn't seem very excited about. Cocking his head, he glanced between the two women. Considering the current situation of the world, he'd have thought they would be glad to find more healthy survivors. Most people tended to be, especially if they knew each other. Perhaps they had conflicting personalities; Miss Katniss hadn't seemed too happy with Blondie for her weapon choice, but that was a logic reaction in the stressful situation. He found their relationship complex, which was one of the things he always loved but hated about people. Each person was like a puzzle, entertaining and stimulating to try and figure out. It provided a good challenge to fully understand a person. It was frustrating at times, but interesting. He was drawn from his glances by the gaze of Blondie and followed her subtle directions, speeding up enough to keep with the girl but not to the point where he left her behind. He quickly picked up what she was doing and started to feel even more confused that she would rather have a stranger's company than her groupmate's. He didn't question it.

Gabe followed Blondie through several twisting alleys, hard eyes darting to each opening as they passed. He never trusted open doorways or windows since the buildings could house anything in their dark rooms. He slowed as Blondie did, scanning the new area for immediate threats only to find none. Satisfied with their temporary cover, he crouched next to the girl and watched as she inspected her wound. More of a scratch than a bite, fortunately. He rocked back on his heels when her eyes turned to his face, glossing over with unexpected guilt. He wasn't used to people apologizing to him, especially not recently. It was every survivor for himself. "It's fine," he shrugged halfheartedly, feeling rather neutral about her serious mistake. They were alive and in better shape than they could have been, so he considered that fair. It wasn't ideal, of course, and could have been easily avoided had she been more careful. The situation didn't make him happy, but no going back now. They survived and it hopefully wouldn't happen again.

Movement towards his face drew him from his thoughts. The dark-haired man stilled as Blondie leaned in closer, watching her movements with an intense gaze. The contact stung, as expected, but it didn't bother him. He would have had to clean up sooner or later, anyway. He was simply surprised that Blondie had beaten him to it. The last time he had been tended to so gingerly was when he was a mere child, when his family was full and semi-normal. The action was the most intimate he'd felt since the world had fallen, since childhood. It sent him on edge, like pushing him into the spotlight on a stage with no warning, but he kept still as a statue and allowed the girl to wipe the blood from his face. He managed a cheeky smile as the girl spoke. "Hey, Verose. Good to have another name in my head besides Blondie," although, of course, he would continue mentally calling her the nickname. Remembering that she didn't know his name quite yet, he said, "I'm Gabriel, go ahead and call me Gabe." As she went on, he made mental matches in his head. Miss Katniss was Olivia, group leader. Bestie was Nat, presumably just another group member. Got it.

As Blon- Rose surveyed the area, Gabe took the chance to inspect her arm a bit more. A fair injury, chance of infection after coming into contact with a corpse. Swinging his backpack from his shoulder, he rummaged through his supplies before pulling out a small, dark brown bottle. Rubbing alcohol he had taken from the apartment cabinet before he left. He figured it would be useful back then and used it sparingly on himself. He had many faint scars that were products of his preservation. It wasn't fun fighting off small infections and keeping cuts longer than necessary, but he'd rather use the medical solution on crippling wounds. Rose's wasn't crippling, but first impressions were important and the pain of infection could easily distract anyone. Shaking the bottle, he offered, "I got some rubbing alcohol if you want some. Kill off the bacteria." Although she wouldn't become one of the abominations, an infection wasn't fun and could get her in trouble in the future. Even a small distraction could be fatal. The last thing they needed was a repeat of today, possibly with a worse ending.

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