Miya Daulton
18
Female
Hetero
Tags: Nicolas, Axton
Location: Rundown building edge of the city
The girl sat there, her back up against a wall as she sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, her arms folded over each other on top of her knees as her head rests on her arms. Clutched in one hand was a large hunting knife that she usually holstered on her hip in a leather holster, but due to being in a place that was falling apart and surrounded by the dead, it seemed like a good idea to keep it on hand. Her light wavy hair draped around her, darker than normal from being dirty. She had a what used to be a clean white see-through elegant shirt on, underneath it was a black tank top, going down she had a pair of dark grey jeans on, they were ripped at her knees and thighs her tattoo of the octopus on her left upper thigh peered through teasingly.
The night had been rather quiet and the morning was just now coming, usually, they take turns keeping watch but she found herself not very tired from the recent nightmares that have been haunting her, it had already been years since she watched her sick father and her step-mother be turned into one of those things, and she didn't have the guts to kill them, and these nightmares still come almost every night to the point where she just doesn't even want to sleep anymore, they had been gone for a few months and she thought she had gotten over it, but now it doesn't seem like it.
She had no idea if Aria was dead or alive, but she just assumed dead mainly because she knew that Aria was not the best to handle gore and such. Her grey eyes looked tired, exposing her lack of sleep. They then wandered over to the two boys she was traveling with.
How in the world did I get stuck traveling with these two, out of how many other people are left in the world. she thought to herself as she watched them. Axton was new to the group, and even though she had been traveling with Nic for almost a year now, she still hasn't warmed up to him or trust him either. But that's just how she was and Both of them tend to annoy her, she always found herself with a headache and sometimes a feeling of wanting to knock them upside the head. Though she couldn't really complain, they were better company than those that weren't alive. She could hear the groaning and growls from outside the building, they went to the third floor of this 15-floor building. Having a little bit of height from the ground was nice, they didn't have to worry about windows, being seen by other people who potentially weren't friendly, and going to high always brought that fear of falling through the floors or the building collapsing.
The building had definitely seen better days, with vines and grass growing through it, cracks and holes in the floors and ceilings that weren't too big but put enough pressure on them and you'd fall through and make the hole bigger or worse, bring the whole building down with you.
She slowly stood up now as she walked quietly over towards the window, looking down towards the small horde that wandered, they seemed to be heading away from them and towards the city, that would make things much easier when they decide to leave.
Aria Daulton
21
Female
Hetero
Tags: Open>Eventually Oliver
Location: Woods near hospital
Ari was always wearing the most inconvenient clothing, her clothes were very expensive it was the only thing she could control. She lost everyone, Miya, her mom, her step-father, they were all gone the only thing she could keep the same was the clothes she wore. Her shirt was a lace-like material, delicate and beautiful, white with gems scattered around her chest area and the shirt rode up a little showing her stomach slightly, it was a spaghetti strap and had these practically see-through sleeves. Her pants were jeans, gray color with a belt with matching gems like on the shirt, and then came the shoes, they were heels and not ideal to run in if there were to be any trouble. She had her red-brown hair down, it was slightly dirty which gave the illusion that her hair was a bit darker.
Aria isn't a fighter, she was a person who could only offer some medical attention, and it wasn't like she could fix something huge, mostly just broken bones, cuts, and stitching. When it came to fighting, she couldn't, and when it came to danger, she would freeze like a deer in headlights. She only thing she had to protect herself was pepper spray, but who knows if that would even work against the dead.
As she walked she made sure to keep her steps as quiet as she could, keeping away from anywhere she could hear something move or groan. This was life now? She questioned. Was she the only one left? Are others out there? She sighed to herself as she walked, but now wasn't the time to get down in the dumps, she needs to look for people, people she can help, someone who can look out for her, and she will do the same to the best of her ability.
She walked uncomfortably in her heels through the woods, the sun shining through the trees as she raised her hand to block it. She has been alone for a few years now, it has been years since everything went down for her, years since Miya died [so she thinks]. Some twigs and fallen leaves crunch beneath as she continued. She could see the hospital in the background as she walked away from it, she had just come from that direction, it looked a lot like the hospital in Seattle, though all hospitals probably look relatively the same anyways.
Griffin Hayes
23
Male
Hetero
Tags: Open
Location: Hunting in woods near a gas station
He had an arrow ready to fire in his crossbow. He had been tracking and hunting down this deer for a few days now, lucky it strayed away and got lost from its herd. His dark green eyes scanning the woods, spotting a gas station that slightly peered through, maybe it was in there? He searched the ground as he found a hoof mark. Placing his hand near it as he crouched down before looking up and standing slowly walking with the crossbow raised pointing towards the entrance of the station.
He had his normal black timberlands on, along with a pair of dark jeans, that looked rather new, he had just found a pair at a clothing store a few days ago, getting lucky they had anything in his size. He had his usual brown button-up sweater on and a black t-shirt and his wedding ring on. On his black leather belt was a holster for a hand gun, and a knife that was strapped nicely to his calf, near his ankle, he also had a rifle at his backpack but he didn't use guns often mostly because of the noise and the attraction of the dead from using them, he learned very quickly in the beginning when he had been hunting for a week straight and then used the rifle and then the dead got to it before he could, resulting in him not eating for what seemed like forever, now he was like a veteran to living in this world, it had been quite a few years since the disease started, 5 years maybe? He lost count, he just had been alone for a long time, but that was okay with him, he didn't have to worry about taking care of and protecting another person, or losing them if he got attached.
He cleared his mind as he walked forwards, there was broken glass all over the ground and inside the store, along with the front door being quite a way away from where it's supposed to be, leaving a gaping hole where the door is supposed to be. He looked down,
blood. Seemed that the deer did come this way and slipped on the glass. The dead's blood wasn't red anymore, it was like a brownish color, almost black so it wasn't a zombie, unless it was a hurt person. He doubted it, he has gone almost 3 years without running into any others. The last ones being some pillagers who thought it would be fun to test his patience and take from him-they all ended up dead. But that was a story to tell another time.
He continued forwards avoiding the glass the best he possibly could, it was very quiet. And before he knew it out came the deer from the darkness of the gas station, he reacted quickly and shot the arrow, and the deer fell quickly. That was it, now he would create camp probably on the roof of the gas station and cook up his catch. He ran back towards the place he left his bag and rifle and slung both over his shoulder as he went back to the deer tying a rope to its back legs and then pulling it towards the back of the gas station to the steel ladder that would lead to the roof.
