[[ Abandoned ]] [semi-lit+ zombie, accepting]

[maxlet]

((I don't know when I will get to make a quality reply since i am not home right now and have things to do with the holidays this weekend, but I will try to reply tomorrow or Friday. Just letting anyone interacting with Ivan know that it may be a couple days and you can move on without him or assuming he followed if you chose to do so.))

((The same goes for Danny. I don't have time for a post, just for short visits to keep up. I am very sorry.))

[maxlet]

.:| Danny Wilkop |:.

She had heard a low growl come from Cyrus and glanced down at him. She could see his rough fur rising in a line down his back, his ears pressed flat against his head. Before she even looked up again there an explosion. "What the-" She whipped her head around to the entrance of the garage where blood and rotten flesh had been splattered. Someone threw a grenade at the zombies? She looked back to the man, whose name she still did not know, and then to the others that had shown up. It seemed that enough time had passed for them to gather and she didn't even realize.
Her heartbeat quickened when she saw more zombies come through the mess. One was dragging herself along the ground trying to keep up with the others. If they were smart they would go after her last. She reached across her body to pat the dog with her left hand and then used it to aim her rifle. Her right arm is what would giver her problems. A dirty white cloth covered half of her forarm and some blood had begun to seep through. It wasn't a bit, mind you, but a cut she had gotten.
While trying to scavenge, she came across what appeared to be an empty house. As she looked around inside grumblings got louder and she found out she wasn't alone in the house. She managed to get away by locking herself in the bathroom and breaking the window to get out. In the process, cutting her arm open and spraining her wrist on the fall.
Now, here she was, with more of the geeks coming after her. This was when it was good not to be alone. She bit her lip and winced as she raised her rifle. The safety off and her breathing getting slower she took aim at one of the zombies up front and pulled the trigger. Her father had told her to go easy and the gun wouldn't kick or jerk. It didn't. She couldn't be sure if her aim was true, but she winced again and unloaded it. The next cartridge was in place and she was ready to go, her ears still ringing from the bang.

((Ok, so maybe one post. I'll try to be on as much as I can, but what I said ^ should be done if I'm gone for a few days.))

[Yuki.]

Kanen grew weary as he heard the explosion and gun fire. He pulled out his AK-47 and aimed it toward the darkness. Soon after he started hearing moans from the undead. "Whats going on down there?" He echoed throughout the garage. His hand grasped his gun tightly as he scanned the area of predators. His hair dropped beside his eyes, but didnt block his sight.
Grace whinced as the gunfire grew. How could they harm these people? She tightened her grip on Kanens arm. Kanen gave a reassuring smile, then looked down to face Grace. "Were going to go check it out, stay behind me" Grace nodded as the slowely walked forward. Once they were close enough, they could make up a large group of people shooting into the shadows. Grace stayed a few feet back, getting more scared at the minute. Kanen tried to make out which one was the leader. He came to the comclusion of 4 figures that could be the leader of the group.

[Hekomi]

[[ No worries guys on the slow posts, we'll get to them. xD With classes finishing up it's very busy for everyone. <3 I'll get a few replies in later, and have Avalon lead Ivan and his group out or something. ^^ ]]

[Hekomi]

(Komi ~ Did you post as Avalon since my last post?)

[[ No not yet, I'll post her perhaps later today. ^^ I have somewhere to be in about 20 minutes. ]]

[kimmy1479]

(When I'm not sure if I missed a post, I ust go to the search engine and search the name of the character I was RPing with. ^.^)

[diamonds;;]

{ I am very sorry. I have a decent reply on the way, yet idiot have my laptop with me at the moment. }

[Maxxika]

|- - > I V A N < - - |

"Not just sick!Want to eat you!" Ivan snapped as the child complained and ran back to the dead creature. His frown turned from worry to some annoyance. He had saved her life, and here she was crying over the thing that had just tried to eat her. He had never understood children no matter how much he tried. There were so confusing and always changing their minds. "He one of them." He pointed to the walkers coming toward them, then his eyes got wide. "One of them..." He reached for the child again, but she came back this time on her own. He preferred not to have to force her, if she came to him he'd gladly offer help.

He saw the other two, a slight bit of anger coming to his face. He didn't want a large group, all they'd do is slow him down. He stared for a few seconds, then looked to the zombies. "I think introductions wait. Danger there." Ivan motioned to the undead coming at them. Sure they weren't all that fast, but they weren't staying so slow. He looked quickly to Avalon as she took off. Ivan followed, having heard something about a way out. he glanced back, noticing she had said something about a way out. If this child could get them out... He couldn't just ignore a way out and he caught up with her as quick as he could. He wouldn't even look back, looking back would slow him down. Looking back would slow them all down. They needed out, at least in the open the zombies couldn't corner them. But there could be more outside...

"What kind of supplies?" He asked quickly, looking to the child, then allowed himself to look back. They were still being followed, and the creatures were eager enough to move faster than he thought they could. He stopped when he saw the closet she was talking about. He let go of Avalon, not sure if she wanted to keep running as he tried to open the closet door. Eventually he did just kick the door in, looking back behind them. He frowned. Why were they running? Why weren't they fighting? He stared, standing in the doorway and pointing his gun back at the creatures. They were moving, but he was sure he could still get them. If guilt didn't grab at him again. Why did the child have to make such a big deal about the other one? He frowned more, aiming at the fastest one. The child didn't care about this one, she was running from them. He wasn't a coward, he couldn't let him be a coward, especially now. He shot after being sure no human was in the way. At least he could slow them down. After shooting at the creatures multiple times, he went after Avalon.

Character; Ivan
Talking To; Avalon, Sorren, Jagger
Mood; Scared/Nervous/Protective
Where; Basement of the garage.
((It's smaller but I didn't want to wait too long.))

For Me--
"Ivan Speaks"
'Ivan thinks'

[diamonds;;]

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. || > annabel . f a r r e n . hart < || .

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I'll stop the whole world
I'll stop the whole world
From turning into a monster, eating us alive
Don't you ever wonder how we survive?
Well, now that you're gone, the world is ours

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Ruthlessly, she roused from a light slumber, a knife engrossed firmly in her hand, with her AK47 loaded besides her. Something split the humid air from within the car, a thunderous bang, a sound hauntingly known as a grenade, a grenade was a weapon that killed her grandfather. Her lips were cracked, her skin pale, but yet her two dogs, Oblivion and Skype, lay besides her in the land rover, not recoiling at the deafening screech. After the strident clamour, all fell to a deathly silence, something that this young girl had dreaded but had occurred previous to a tragedy came. She peered out of the blacked out window, pushing away her fears for a instant, and observed the desolate streets of a place she had once loved, but now it just provoked agonizing reminiscences of the past and before the living dead took their home in this world. But the street was now empty; not engaged with thousands of people hurrying to shops and market stalls. It was silent now and she was unaccompanied by any human. Daringly, she looked through the back and front windows risking her cover, then selected both her AK47 and Barrett 50cal, and then aimed at anything that stirred amongst the ruin and rubble. Her knife was then returned to its position, seeing that all was composed, stationed in her right hand military boot. The street was the lucid remains of havoc and chaos; wreckage and debris of the cars and the state of shops, market places and malls, most burnt by fire or crumbling because of devastation, very few intact with walls and structure still holding strong were remaining standing. The scene, over all, was quite depressing, yet she attempted to kindle the hope that both of her parents were still living in this mass destruction. A resistance group was only several hundred yards away from her, and if stimulated, and effortless place to sprint to for shelter if a wave of disturbed dead-walkers came near with infecting distance, but maybe some people in that building were infected. She did want to regroup with someone, but at this moment she preferred to stay alone. For most of the zombie apocalypse, she had spent her time underground with her twenty – seven year old uncle, a navy SEAL officer equipped with the paramount artillery and weaponry supplies and ammo. He went ‘up top’ sporadically to collect supplies and ammo, and left her with ten packs of ammo, a tazer, four guns and a pack of grenades. She always hid the knife in her boot however. But her uncle was missing, and all she had left in the world was her two dogs and a pigeon that she had once tamed, but that had flown away a year ago, most likely dead. Annabel pulled a half eaten packet of crisps and a bitten sandwich, and ate them slowly then drank a small amount of water that she had had for several days. But then, in that split second, she thought about deciding on something reckless, something entirely stupid, a thought that she was going to go in that building and kill as many dead as possible, not matter how wild it was. She but her back on her back and tightened the straps, and took out both her AK47 and barrett 50cal, and checked is both were fully loaded. She pulled up her hood and zipped her jacket. All was prepared. She silently opened the car door and let both Oblivion and Skype out and they then waited for Annabel to come to. Then she ran. She ran as quick as her feet could carry her, dodging the rubble and running into the upper level parking garage, aiming carelessly at the zombies and shooting, in attempt to kill as many as possible with a headshot, a smile on her face. ‘’We were on earth first!’’ She screamed in a sudden rage of anger. Adrenaline ran through her veins like a bullet, as she recklessly shot as fast as the gun would. But no, she would wait out in this car for a while, until she saw someone, someone who was at least alive and not someone who wanted to eat her brains. Annabel decided to lay low for a while, and wait for someone to come, hopefully not a zombie.

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Character: Annabel Farren Hart
Where: In a land rover next to the parking garage
Talking to: No-one
Mood: Depressed, scared, ruthless
Mentally: 89 %
Physically: 97 %
Word Count: 807 words. a little small but i was unsure what to write. sorry for the delay.
Apperance:
xoxoxoxox

Annabel is like a girl in a picture, painted with the thin and small build and long flowing hair. The girl with the blue eyes guarded by long dark eyelashes, and thin eyebrows. Her eyes and beautifully complimented by her softly tanned skin tone, and her frame, gently touched with her light brown hair highlighted with streaks of blonde, that is normally set in a bun or ponytail with strands falling just above her pale flecked eyes. Her lips are as red as roses, with a youthful smile and cheeky grin forming in the corner. Her shoulders are normally loose, or tight with stress or worry. Her figure is slim, with an athletic look from the football and many other sports that she has participated in. She is normally dressed in black or her light blue t-shirt with the red and orange writing and flower. She has thin wrists and nimble fingers, from the many words that she has written. Her legs are a bit smaller than normal, however it fits with her torso almost perfectly, with small feet in any colour of converse. She stands of a height about 3"6 with a body with an innocent yet guilty look, with more delicate and feminine features with an opposite personality.

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{ anyone can find her in the car if you wish }

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[Hekomi]

CHARLES KINSLEY

The explosive seemed to work, and even Charles felt the blow as concrete fell from the walls. He had to strain to see the rest of the zombies with the dust floating about, but there seemed to be a few left. But before anything else, he could hear a voice "I'm Agent Temptiz, 737009 of the U.S. Secret Services.". Like the secret service would help now. He loaded his gun, pointing it at one of the zombies that was coming towards them, moving forwards to get around the two survivors which were coming up the ramp. "Watch out!" he growled, moving to the side and aiming his gun at one of the zombies from a side angle. If there were people behind the zombies he had not intention of shooting at them. A couple shots fired, and he was looking around at who was still standing. The woman from the secret service seemed to be there, and two younger teenagers, grasping onto each other.

"Don't let them bite you, aim for the head, and bam!" he called out, urging them to come closer so he could get a better shot. His aim was paramount; if the bullet missed its target it would ricochet around the garage and was at risk of hitting one of them.

"If you have weapons I suggest you use them before we all become unwilling Happy Meals," he spoke again, aiming and firing at yet another zombie. He heard a smash though and his eyes instantly went to the side of the building. Something had dropped beside it, and two of the zombies were moving towards it. He bounded towards the side, trying to peg off the two that were moving towards the noise. It could potentially be another survivor.

[[ Speaking to: Temptiz, Kanen, Grace, Aaron, Nick, Austin, Ariana [Danny's gone now, righto? ]]

AVALON CARADOC

Ivan was trying to explain the situation to Avalon, but with his accent and the blood pumping, she only got a bit of it across. The people weren't sick? They wanted to eat her? She was pretty sure people didn't eat people.

But she understood when he pointed out that Jack had been one of them. And he was right that it wasn't the time for introductions. Ivan had killed one of them easily enough, but there were three more behind them now, and Avalon had no desire to be eaten. The closet was in front of them now, and she hadn't even realised she had been virtually clinging to Ivan the whole time. She disengaged herself from him, looking back to make sure the other were with them too. Ivan was busy shooting the zombies, and the girl who had introduced her seemed to be busy killing off the people behind them, so Avalon just nodded, darting this way and that through the underground. She knew it like the back of her hand, and there was an emergency exit just out the back.

The closet was a bit sticky but with a swift kick, even from her, the door swung open. Inside was a haphazard pile of food, and a few first aid kits. She yanked the bag off her back and filled it with as much as she could, grabbing what looked to be a worn out baseball bat on the way out.

"There's not much else, let's go!" she shouted above the noise, not only from around them, but upstairs as well. She moved quickly through the dim light, finally finding the door with the flashing exit sign above it, and turned the knob.

[[ Speaking to; Ivan, Jagger & Sorren. This group could find Mickey later maybe? ]]

XAVIER McKORMICK

Xavier saw the fear in her eyes, and he frowned a bit, saying nothing and waiting for her to speak. What she spoke though did not bode well. He lifted the crossbow, pointing it straight at her head. "You have a fever? You sick? Anything? When was it?" He couldn't risk the option that this girl was infected, especially around the girls. Of course though, they didn't listen to him at all, and instead had come to where he was now. Isabel was staring down at him from the painted horse, her blue eyes wide.

"Your horse is pretty," she said, though the girl's words registered to Morgan first. The older girl frowned, her face looking much like her uncle's, and began to rifle through her pack.

"I won't kill you lest you're infected. If you are I'll make it painless and I'll figure out what to do with the horse," he spoke bluntly, moving towards the black horse and looking him up and down. If the girl was bit, then the horse probably would be too. He could see no visible marks, but he wasn't getting too close to the animal either way.

While he had done this, Morgan dismounted, leading Chance to a tree and tying him by the reins, sitting down beside the girl. "Here, eat," she said, offering her some crackers and a juice box. "It's not much but it'll help," she spoke with a quiet voice, trying to make sure Xavier didn't hear her. Of course, with a careful turn of foot he saw the interaction. He stormed over, grabbing Morgan by the shoulders and pulled her away, his eyes narrowed at the wounded girl.

"You better not. Let me see the wound..." he glared at Morgan as she moved hesitantly towards the other girl's horse, Knight, and held out her hand to let him sniff it.

GAME MASTER

The zombies on the top floor had been temporarily stunned by the explosion but were coming on fast. One in particular seemed keen on Grace and Kanen, moving towards them with a fast pace. The other sprawled about, clustering towards the agent and when the fire escape fell, towards the wall. Charles' first two bullets killed two of the eight, but as he approached the wall, the bullets then only killed the one. The second zombie, distracted from the wall, lurched toward Charles, mouth wide, ready for its next meal.

As Avalon opened the door to the outside, the light from the evening flooded in. The streets just about one hundred metres were lined with walkers, but beside them there was a fire escape, leading up onto the top of an apartment building. If they were quiet, they could sneak past.