we need to hide. zombie apocalypse.

[nyah,]

macy || items; bow with six arrows, bottle of water, two canned food, pocket knife, backpack, one pack of matches, blanket, pistol with zero bullets, and first aid kit || health; 87%

her red heart stopped for a moment after hearing a male voice. is it a real voice or was she just imagining it? the door behind her pounded with the zombies busting through it. she let out a small scream as she grabbed an arrow, shooting a zombie that was first in the line. she couldn't help but jump down onto the fire exit and climb down the stairs and ladders until her boots hit the floor. she was running towards the voice, her hands gripping the bow even more considering how scared she was. "hello?" she responded to the voice, listening to him answer again. after a few moments the voice came back and she ran right towards it. a few loose hair began to stick out of her ponytail, but it was one of the least thing that she had on her mind right now. is there really more survivors? she fell on the ground after tripping over her shoelace, but got back up and almost to the voice. after a few blocks of running, she saw a figure that looks to be a shadow. "hello?" she said, walking towards it slowly with her arrow on the bow. the closer she got the more it looked to be another human, so she put the arrow back into her quiver and ran to the figure which turned out to be a guy. she stopped about a foot in front of him with her bow in the hand behind her back. "are you alright?" she asked, not knowing what else to say to another survivor.

[Elillium]

Evangelina Rojas
Inventory : Blanket, sweater, running
shoes, sunscreen, small single barrel
hand gun, a notebook with tones of
information packed in it about medical
things, edable plants and poisonous things.
Small first aid kit. A flashlight and a plastic
container with five small packs of matches,
batteries, flint a lighter and a blade sharpener.
Mood : Excited, tired, irritable.
Health : 65 %, slowly deteriorating.
She has a small concussion and is loosing blood.
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Eva was startled away, jumping up rather quickly. She was mutually startled.
She looked up at the sound of the snapping. It took her a second to figure out
there was nothing their but there was. Eva grabbed up her backpack, throwing
it out the window and climbing up on a rotting wood chair. She trust herself
out of the little window and sighed. She landed on her feet this time, excepting
how far down the fall would be. She stood their thinking with her jaw clenched
in a side position. She bit down on her teeth harder, like it would send an idea
shooting up to her some what brilliant mind, it didn't though, it just hurt her jaw.
Eva slid down the wooden wall of the barn, sitting in the dead grass that surrounded
the little area. She had only been siting for a minuet when something caught
her eyes. Thread. It was caught on a thorny plant. Eva stood up, chucking her backpack
on and stood over it, watching it like it was going to run away. She fallowed it
with her eyes, but it stopped about ten meters away. Then her eyes caught it, people.
They were walking away. Eva without thinking was now sprinting towards Casey and
Davis.

[despairz]

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

† Ｃａｒｌ Ｇｒｉｍｅｓ swallow the lump that had formed in his throat, taking a few, deep, shaky breaths before getting up, shoving the dead body off of him. He sniffles, wiping the tears from his eyes quickly. Show no fear, compassion, or weakness. Show no feeling. He reminds himself, his brown hair sliding over his eyes as he puts his head down, staring at his feet. Suddenly, a wave of fatigue hit him. He was tired, and felt weak as he walked towards.. well he didn't know. A shelter to stay in. He sighs, turning on the sidewalk as he passes many, many buildings. They seemed to whiz by, as if he were in a car. He was walking normal pace, though. He sees a brick house to his right, and a small, cabin like one to his left. A sigh escapes his thin, dry lips as he enters the house, looking around. He whistles to his dogs, watching all three leap in, as he shut the door. "Diamond, go." He says, pointing to one door. He watches as the pit bull gnaws on the door handle, popping it open. "Good girl." He mutters, walking up the steps while his other two dogs.