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(@FieryKnight - That'd be fine with me ^^)

Grace Walker - Against the World

To his question, Grace shook her head, eyes sliding back over to her brother. The rest of her family wasn't around. They were all probably hiding or something. She didn't blame them, but did need to make sure that they weren't freaking out. "I don't know," she replied quietly, looking away and just staring at the boards covering the windows, grateful for their never-changing appearance. Boards didn't move or make noise or show emotions. They were just boards. "I'll figure it out, though. Can't very well leave him on the floor to rot," she murmured, her own words stinging in her throat. She bit her tongue before reaching down to swipe the gun off of the ground, shoving it into the waistband of her pants. For the time being, she'd keep a hold of the weapon. The only reason they even had it was because they'd kept it, just in case of emergencies, back before things had hit the fan. It was normally locked away in the safe, and from what she knew, it had still been there when she left. The only way you'd be able to use it is if you unlocked the safe, put bullets in the chamber, and deliberately fired the gun at your target. And she had known everyone in the house was a little paranoid... maybe a little more than paranoid, actually. But she hadn't expected them to doubt each other , which really threw her off.
"I'll just... take him outside. Put him in the shed," she shrugged lightly, having no idea what to do with her brother. A funeral was a laughable idea, and burying him in the graveyard was silly. Burying him in general was risky. Digging a hole was hard enough when something could be creeping up on you any moment. She didn't even know if this house had a shovel, honestly. Before picking him up, she went over and ripped here knife from the wall, scattering a few pieces of drywall to the ground. She didn't even bother to look at her father, who had yet to move. Walking back, she hoisted her brother up, using herself to support his dead weight. She put the knife back into her pocket after sheathing the blade insides of the plastic covering, glancing over at the back door. "I might need to your help. Come along," she winced internally, wanting to kick herself for even asking. Grace hated assistance in general, but hated asking for it even more. Or maybe it was her pride that hated it, but right now, she was too worn out to give a crap about that sort of thing.

[☠>military brat.]

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[All alone] [forgot what it's like to care] [still alive] [who cares if I die?] [already dead inside]

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Dallas Luka Scott
The lonely cowboy

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[with: Grace|health: 97%|mental state: fine...?|action: helping Grace|mood: saddened]

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I don't need the noise or trouble other people bring--nobody cares about what I've done; why should I care what you think?!

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Dallas looked at Grace with a sympathetic expression, knowing that nothing he said could change what happened or make her feel better. "Alright..." he replied rather quietly, looking down at her brother's crumpled body with a saddened expression. He wondered what he had been like....he couldn't help but think like that. Especially since he liked Grace so much already, he wished that he could have at least met her family before they all lost their minds. He glanced over at Grace as she tucked the gun away safely, seeing this just made him wince on the inside for her. It was one thing to die....it was another to loose someone you loved. When she suggested they put him in the shed Dallas simply nodded his head, she didn't even have to ask him to help her. He didn't even have to think about if he was going to or not. He desperately wanted to at least help her carry him, knowing that he was very heavy, but he knew that she might not be willing to allow him to do such a thing. "Of course." He replied quietly when she asked him to help her, just before he quickly came around and grabbed her brother's feet. It may not be as helpful as he wanted to be, but at least he wasn't dragging along like he was before.

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Grace Walker - Against the World

"Thanks," she murmured quietly, not even trying to get her voice over much more than a whisper, in fear it would crack or something. She practically kicked the back door open after fumbling with the handle, and then quickly crossed the yard to place her brother's body into the shed, laying him down gently before shutting the door, no longer able to look. She knew that they couldn't keep him in there; he'd rot and become all gross looking. But, for the time being and until she got any better ideas, she was stuck with that, and had no interest thinking about it further. For a moment, she sagged against the side of the shed, pulling out the gun and staring down at it for a second. She thought about a couple of things for a moment, some thoughts acceptable, others not, because snapping out the barrel and dropping the three remaining bullets into her palm. The gun was a pretty old revolver, but still worked just fine. Dropping the bullets into her pocket so she didn't drop them in the dark, she replaced the gun back and wiped her hands off on her pants, smearing some blood on the cloth. For the time being, she was going to stall until it was painfully obvious. She didn't want to go in there and face the others. Of all times she didn't want to be inside, this moment really took the cake. She didn't want to have to look at her father, she didn't want to have to talk to any of the others, and she also didn't want to have to explain how in the world she reacted like she did. Most people cowered from a gun when they saw it. Most people didn't kick very well - or at least not precisely. Most people didn't throw knives accurately. Surely someone would notice it and bring up a question once all of the initial panic dies down. And if that happened, she wasn't sure if she'd tell the truth or not. It's not like she'd stop her habits either way, but she certainly didn't want someone else to tag along thinking they could do the same. There were eleven year old kids who could probably kick their butts there easily.
"Thanks," she said again, forgetting that she'd already said it earlier. "And sorry about that mess. It... it was a mess..." she shook her head, not really sure how to continue that sentence, so she just dropped it.

(Just gonna leave them out for Gwen ^^')

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Gwenivere Write
Gwen walked along a fence. She heard hushed voice talking in low murmurs. They sounded distressed. She did not want them to thinl she was a Zed and atrack. She wasn't surr how to approach. Through a gap in the fence she saw the body of a male, being carried. Gwen saw the limpness and immediately knew. She inhaled deeply through her nose, blood. She cringed away from the scent. The boy must have turned. Comtemplating her next move, Gwen went around to thr creaky wooden gate that was half off its hinges that lead to the yard. She pushed it open and put her hands up above her head. Her bow was in one hand and the other was seemingly empty [i] "Hello, I am sorry to interupt and be rude or whatever, but I heard ginshot do you guys need any help? [i]she tried to keep her voice light and kind. She had learned walking up and being demanding did not usually go over very well.

[☠>military brat.]

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[All alone] [forgot what it's like to care] [still alive] [who cares if I die?] [already dead inside]

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Dallas Luka Scott
The lonely cowboy

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[with: Grace|health: 97%|mental state: fine...?|action: helping Grace|mood: surprised]

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I don't need the noise or trouble other people bring--nobody cares about what I've done; why should I care what you think?!

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Dallas nodded his head, acknowledging her in the only way he could at the moment...silently. He watched her as she fiddled with the gun and leaned casually against the shed, he could tell she wasn't anxious to go back in there. Now that they took care of her brother he knew that something had to be some about her father...he had lost his mind! He wasn't going to suggest anything drastic...or really anything at all, but he didn't feel comfortable just leaving her here with that wacko. Even if she could easily take him out, he didn't feel comfortable with it. Besides, it's not like he'd be safe living under the same roof as her for a while after what he had done. Not to say that her mental state was questionable....but if this had happened to him he wouldn't hesitate to kill the dude just out of anger and frustration. "You know what...? It's ok. I've seen far worse, I'm just glad I was here...even if I haven't been much help." He added the last part with a bit of hesitation, realizing that he hadn't really done anything but help her carry him out. When he heard the sound of another female voice his body tensed up and he quickly turned to the direction of the noise, placing his hand on the hilt of his machete. "Not at the moment...but you'd be wise not to sneak up on people like that." He wasn't sure how to react, so he spoke with a stern and warning tone...but he wasn't going to kill her or anything, he just wasn't used to that kind of an intro. Do we need help...?! Who is this girl?? He thought to himself with a single eye brow raised for only a split second, he quickly shook his head afterwards and glanced over at Grace cautiously.

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Grace Walker - Against the World

"Oh, believe me, you've been more help than you realize," Grace said, forcing the corner of her lip up. Because if you weren't here, I would probably be a mess at the moment, and that's not good for anyone, she wanted to add, but didn't. For once, her ego was coming in handy. She would do everything she possibly could to not break composure in front of people. She wouldn't break in front of anyone, not even in front of a family member or whatnot. It was really because she was scared to. If she cracked, then that would be a weak spot for someone to hit - metaphorically - and she'd easily be hurt. At least, that's what she thought. So, in her mind, if nobody saw any of your weak sides, then they'd assume you'd have none. right?
At the unfamiliar voice, she jumped, startled. Rather than even bothering to wait, she pulled the gun back out once more, and aimed it at the girl instantly. She was too stressed out to do otherwise, and she was too high on her toes right now to even think to relax. The gun wasn't loaded, however, not with a single bullet, so the gun was useless except to be used as a threat, and that's what she was doing, even though she was being irrational. Despite the fact that the girl had her arms up in an 'I-mean-no-harm' gesture, she paid no attention to it. "Who the hell are you?" She snarled, swallowing tensely. Even if the gun was loaded, Grace probably wouldn't shoot - she'd seen enough blood for her own sake tonight. But she certainly didn't take kindly to strangers when they walked in unannounced.

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Gwenivere Write
Gwem rolled her eyes at their reactions. She did not flinch to the gun in her face. She did not fear death like a lot of the others that still were hanging on in the apocolypse.She slowly lowered her arms. "First, guy. I wasn't exactly quiet walking over, " She points to the creaking gate, with her bow, "Second, I am Gwen. I heard he gunshot. I didn't know there were any others in the area and I came to investigate." She raised an eyebrow examing them. They looked rough. Worse than she did definately. Gwen still took time to brush her brunette hair daily, and she bathed whenever the opportunity presented itself. Taking in the people infront of her, she looked for an extra escape route incasr Zeds showed up. Despite having her eyes focused on the two people, her ears were trained on the world behind her, listenimg for any approaching threats.

[☠>military brat.]

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[All alone] [forgot what it's like to care] [still alive] [who cares if I die?] [already dead inside]

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Dallas Luka Scott
The lonely cowboy

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[with: Grace|health: 97%|mental state: fine...?|action: helping Grace|mood: surprised]

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I don't need the noise or trouble other people bring--nobody cares about what I've done; why should I care what you think?!

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Dallas smiled at her softly, he was glad that he was at least moral support. He obviously wished more than anything that none of this happened...but it did, and there was nothing he could do about it. That's the problem though, being a guy, Dallas felt the need to fix everything. He couldn't fix what happened, and he couldn't make Grace feel better. Nothing he could do or say was going to change how she felt. He could tell that she was trying to keep it together, I guess that was better than her unloading on him and him not knowing what to say....kinda.
When Grace pulled her gun out so quickly Dallas' heart skipped a beat, mainly because it caught him off guard. That and he wasn't sure how right she was in the head at the moment and if she would hesitate to shoot the strange girl. He personally didn't want to deal with another body...or die. "Guy...?" He whispered under his breath with a single eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face. "Touchy..." He thought to himself sarcastically, smirking slightly for a brief moment. "Alrighty then....regardless of how silent you were you caught us off guard." He replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes a tad. He couldn't help but be a little moody, all things considered he was showing restraint. "Oh, my name's Dallas....and this is Gray" He hoped that saying her nickname and speaking quietly would calm Grace down of she still needed it.

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Grace Walker - Against the World

Grace narrowed her eyes when the girl refused to give her the reaction she'd expected. With a short frown, she lowered the gun for a moment and reached into her pocket to pull out a bullet. While she was busy fiddling with it, trying to get the bullet into the chamber while she could barely even see it in the dark, the girl mentioned the gunshot. Immediately she froze, her shoulders going tense and her breath hitching. With a slow breath, Grace let her eyes close while she chewed on her lip, reminding herself to stay calm. She's only trying to help... she told herself mentally, eventually shoving the bullet back into her pocket, but held onto the gun. While Dallas took the liberty of introducing the two of them - and he even used her alias-like nickname, which she was quite grateful for - she kept quiet. Fortunately, nobody was being too incredibly loud, and that was quite helpful. Since so much crap had just opened up and let loose, it was nice for things to stay a little toned down. She waited until Dallas was finished, and even a little more so, before speaking. "We appreciate your concern, Gwen, but everything is fine," she whispered to keep her voice from cracking, because she could feel it threatening to. "Gunshots are a regular thing, you know. It'd be wise of you to be more careful before you walk into something that you don't want to be involved in."

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Gwenivere Write
Gwen looked at the man, she nodded greetig when he imtroduced himself and his female companion. The girl looked like she was about to crack, and the fiddling with the bullet did not make her look anymore stable. Gwen had never been any good at this socializing thing, and the apocolypse around them hadn't really helped the sassy brunette with her people skills. She took in the on edge man, who had introduced himself as Dallas, amd the Gray girl, once more before speaking in a very soft tone and volume. "I am rather sorry to have interrupted and startled you, but my group has been in this area for almost a week, clearing out Zed's and we had no clue that there were still live people around, that is why the noise intrigued me." Her voice was honest and dweet. Something she rarely used for strangers, but this situation seemed to call for it. She was not condesending at all. Gwen comtemplated it for a moment before yanking open a pock on her jacket. She pulled out a half melted Twix bar that she had found in the street. It was still closed so it was good for a while still. Lifting her hand to show it, she tossed it over to them, "A peace offering. A sucky one, but its all I got."