we need to hide. zombie apocalypse.

[despairz]

[ carl can save her! <3 ]

❝ don't enter the city. it belongs to the dead now. ❞
nickname ;; none
tagged ;; no one
location ;; someone in a school

† Ｃａｒｌ Ｇｒｉｍｅｓ smirks as he sees someone climb down from a tree house, then climb back up as walkers come near her. "Hey big dummies!" He yells, waving his arms. There was a fence around the yard, but they still heard him and limped over to the fence, groaning. He smirks, coming to the fence, running. He puts the run right to the zombie's head, though he pulls out his knife and stabs it into the other side of its head. He walks to the gate, opening it. He quickly shuts it, slicing right through the bone as a walker shove its hand through the gate. He snorts, "Idiot." He mutters, shooting each walker with goo aim, though he obviously missed at least once. He rolls his eyes. "You can come down now. It's all clear." He mutters, opening the gate for his own dogs.

[derision]

NAME: Harper
Middle Name: Marie
Last Name: Williams
Tagged: n/a
With: Her dogs
And Carl
Feeling: Upset,
Impressed

Harper eyed a younger boy kill the dead again. She jumped down, dogs following. "Nice moves." She commented simply. Harper leaned down, on one knee. Hands gripped the grass, as if it were sacred. Shaking her head and getting to her feet, she gazed at Carl quietly. "I'm assuming you are out a lot, as you've got some skills." Another approving comment. Getting sick with her own doings, the girl started to eye some more walkers come by from the noise. Before she could warn Carl off, her dogs raced towards them. Heart pounding, she yelled," Mya, Sam!!" Harper couldn't bear to have her dogs bitten. Whimpering, they returned to Harper. The girl's arms reached her bow and arrows. Grabbing a arrow, she shot one at a single zombie. As it made and killed one, Harper chuckled slightly as it made another clumsy one fall. When she finished with them, she walked over gingerly. Any moment, one could lash out and bite her. Successfully, she grabbed her arrows back.

[despairz]

❝ don't enter the city. it belongs to the dead now. ❞
nickname ;; none
tagged ;; no one
location ;; someone in a school

† Ｃａｒｌ Ｇｒｉｍｅｓ nods to her, "I thought I was the only one left." He mutters, snapping his fingers at his dogs. They all sit, synchronized. "I'm Carl." He says blankly, not bothering to offer a hand to shake. He wasn't much for friendly greetings. As she complimented him, he didn't really know what to say. He hadn't really ever been much for conversations. "Uhm... Thanks." He mutters, turning on his heels, making small imprints in the grass, down to the dirt as she walks out, fixing his hat. He quickly adjusts his bullet proof vest, his dogs racing after the young boy as he walks. Though he was only 14, he acted mature since he was had been alone for 4 years. It would be 5 soon, since he would be 15 in two months.

[derision]

NAME: Harper
Middle Name: Marie
Last Name: Williams
Tagged: Carl
With: Her dogs
And Carl
Feeling: Bored

Harper didn't bother to go after him. She simply grasped the arrows and put them back in the sack on her back. Harper licked her lips, making her dogs follow her as she half way followed Carl. She was slightly going more to the side, ready to rob a store. Reaching the neighborhood, she stood alert. Any moment, a zombie could jump out and attack. The girl entered a store called target obviously. The t and o had fallen off, and signs that said "NOW EVERYTHING IS 50% OFF" pelted all over the floor. Seeing a fat walker see her, Harper almost died of fear. She turned and ran, boldness gone. Harper grabbed her dogs with ease, and climbed the ladder to the tree house. It actually wasn't with ease, Sam had pitbull and great dane in him and Mya had german shepherd and wolf, with some husky. The extremely fat zombie paced around the tree house under her, moaning.

[despairz]

❝ don't enter the city. it belongs to the dead now. ❞
nickname ;; none
tagged ;; no one
location ;; someone in a school

† Ｃａｒｌ Ｇｒｉｍｅｓ groans, seeing the walker follow the girl from a target. As the fat monster almost grabs her, he shoots a part of its fat off, making it slow down. It groans, and he almost laughed. It starts to come after him, though it still goes after her after a moment. He follows them at a slightly faster walk, seeing it walk around her little tree-house. He smirks, shooting both of its legs. It collapses and crawls towards him. Carl chuckles, going over. It grabs his leg and almost bites him before he stabs it in the back of its head, the hands loosening on his ankles. He walks away, leaving the knife as he could easily get more. "That's two." He says to himself, walking away to gather his dogs with him. He walks into the same target, his gun ready as he creeps through the store, his eye narrowed. He walks down several aisles, gathering the food that hadn't or doesn't expire at all, which wasn't much. "Better learn to hunt." He tells his dogs and himself. He had collected no more than 2 cans of food, and a few other things that didn't make him sick when he ate it, if it was expired.

[derision]

((sorry for not replying. gtg, its midnight here))

[despairz]

[ ok. well i don't know what time you posted that since my cs time is messed up and i don't feel like fixing it.. so post when you can. and i probably won't be posting this week during the week. i have testing this week. ]

[derision]

NAME: Harper
Middle Name: Marie
Last Name: Williams
Tagged: Carl
With: Her dogs
Feeling: Bored

Harper felt like slapping the boy. "Will you PLEASE stop saving me!?" She called to him. This time, she only let herself jump down. When her dogs fought the zombies, every time was a horror movie. Harp couldn't bear to lose just one. The teen walked into target again, carefully. Her slim fingers grasped a bunch of canned food, the ones that weren't expired. When a even fatter and chubbier zombie came into view, Harps ignored it for a few seconds. It walked like a slug, the biggest and fattest. Putting the cans in her back pack, she walked cautiously out, climbing the ladder. She thought about going hunting in the forest for deer, but it was tough just to see one. It wasn't worth it at all, the meat was, but the fact that that land was not hers. It belonged to the dead, and the dead it shall stay. Hungrily, and out of starvation, she pried a can open. Gingerly, she started eating it. The food was not her favorite, but she hadn't eaten in a week. THIS was worth eating.

[despairz]

❝ don't enter the city. it belongs to the dead now. ❞
nickname ;; none
tagged ;; no one
location ;; someone in a school

† Ｃａｒｌ Ｇｒｉｍｅｓ rolls his eyes at her, "Why? A survivor will be a survivor. Maybe you can learn a few things from me." He says, before he had entered the target, getting lots of food. He was almost out when a groan sounds right by his head. He growls, turning around quickly. "S-sarah?" He asks, seeing the blood-shot eyes, and peeling, grey skin. He felt his eyes tear up as he looked over his best friend. She was like a sister to him. "Sarah... no. As she runs for him, he doesn't even flinch as she barrels into him, though he fights against the girl who was trying to eat him alive. "Stop! No you aren't one of them!" He screeches, kicking her off. He knew he was just near the door, but he wouldn't shoot his best friend...or what was left of her. He stands up, back right at the door. He was just about to open the door when he felt cold fingers on hi neck, and glass shattering behind his back. He gasps for air as he finds himself stabbing the walker who now lay dead on top of him, tears slowly rolling down his face as he grabs his knife, walking away with his dogs. He heard the dogs whining, knowing they were coming to something not good. The forest.. but he had to get some food.

[Elillium]

>>[Could someone maybe stumble upon the little shed Eva fell into?]<<

Eva Rojas
Eva was roaming around with a small duffle bag sling over her shoulder.
She had stumbled upon an abandoned what appeared to be a sort of ware
house. She was silent, her lips pursed as she walked around it, looking for
an entrance. She blinked at a foot square hole about six feet up. She sighed
and threw the duffle bag inside. Carefully she climbed up a built in later and
slid herself across her a metal pole and threw herself into the warehouse.
She landed flat on her back, nocking all the wind out of her, she sighed, she
was safe here, if she had to climb ten feet height to get in a zombie wouldn't.
Right where she was Eva fell asleep, she was exhausted from hours upon hours
of running away from her own friends and family without sleep for days. Her
eyes closing felt amazing, it had been for ever since she was able to enjoy the
little sleep she would get. Eva knew she would be a sleep for a long time.