[IC] To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

[booksmusicanime]

Ky stood on the top of a building. She was scoping the area for signs of life or zombies (she referred to them as sharks). Her green eyes kept darting around as a breeze came in sending her strawberry orange pigtails fluttering.

[Kidd]

A sickening crack echoed among the debris. The undead dropped...just dead in front of Lillah and she hesitantly lowered her shaking bat, breathing heavily. "For fuck's sake," she panted, looking around for any other zombies. After assuring that she only stumbled upon a single wanderer, she nudged its head with her baseball bat, making sure it was down for good. Satisfied by its lack of reaction, she collapsed where she stood, and let out a sigh of relief. The bat clunked beside her and she wiped her brow free of sweat with the back of her hand. The adrenaline was still running, so she drew in deep breath after deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She was dressed in cargo pants and a tanktop--on her back a book bag sat stuffed with canned food and a heavy hoody for the cold nights.

[booksmusicanime]

Ky heard the crack and she looked around the sky. The sun was just starting to set setting her hair to a blazing orange but there was no cloud in sight. She looked down at the ground. Someone's down there... She thought as she re-shouldered her quiver and bookbag

[User]

Doctor Charles casually strolls out an ally way, holding his M9 in his right hand and his shotgun over his back dragging a bag of spare "parts" behind him, he just been on a "scavenging mission" and managed to clear out a nest of zombies with his shoty.
Charles puts two fingers in his mouth and wolf whistles drawing a small group of zombies out, he spins the gun in his fingers and sets to work on calming them down.
As he sets to work the zombies crowd round him bolting the view of him out. (at this point you can kill them or just watch, ill leave it up to anyone reading this first)

[booksmusicanime]

Ky spotted a guy surrounded by sharks (look to first post for explanation). She notched a arrow and launched it into the head of a shark. In about three minutes she had taken down half the group of sharks

[salamimike]

- A mile or so away from the others -

Steph looked across the street, it seemed clear and so she quickly ran to some more cover, making sure to stay low to not attract any unwanted attention. She clutched the pistol in her hand tightly as she glanced over the car she was hiding behind to find zombies slowly moving towards a small building, the windows seemed suitably barricaded.

Just as she began to wonder what was attracting them, the main door to the shop she was observing swung open and a man yelled out in a war cry. A machete in his hand began to cleave the horde, it was a suicide mission but from where Steph watched the man seemed to have been locked in that small shop for awhile. The man seemed very determined and was purely running on adrenaline and fear. He looked rather ill as if he hadn’t eaten in a few days, something that was common these days. He had killed 4 maybe 5 when they seemed to get the better of him, he struggled out of one of their grips and stumbled a little backwards.

To Steph’s dismay he was attracting the horde her way. Despite unimaginable odds the man was keeping away from the beasts, struggling when they grabbed him and eventually he had defeated the ten that had been gnashing at him. He was bloody and shaking and it wasn’t clear if he had been injured in the fray.
After the smoke cleared Steph slowly stood up and calmly walked up to the man.

“Oh thank god another human being!”

The man said smiling as he panted heavily, his voice was raspy, as if he hadn’t talked in weeks. “Hey do you have any food I have been so hungry an..”
BLAM!

Stephs gun smoked as the new hole within the man’s head bled heavily. The man slumped to the ground.
Steph wasn’t sure if he had been bitten or not within the fray... but she was better alone anyway and this man may have just been a drag on her resources.
This was the new world, survival of the fittest at its finest.
Steph looked down at the dead man, her eyes looking into his.
This was who she was now, she had to do what she could to survive.
She slowly began to walk the streets once again, cover to cover.

[Kidd]

A whistle. Then gun shots. Lillah shivered and looked around, her body tense. Slowly, she grabbed her bat and pushed herself up to her feet, eyes narrowed. Giving her bat a twirl, she started to move away from the noise. Where there's noise, there'll be zombies, after all. And whoever started it clearly had a gun--so she believed he would be fine. "Idiot," she muttered to herself as she re-shouldered her backpack. She turned her gaze on the sun and took note that night would soon be upon her. Time to find shelter, she thought bitterly, looking around as she wandered. She was weary of buildings--too many corners and way too much clutter. She needed some place easy to move around in.

[Andre]

Jon started running as soon as he heard the whistle echoing through the quiet town. He immediately decided someone else was nearby, since no zombie could have made that sound, since all they ever did was bite and kill. Soon, he could make out the sound of their growling, and he shifted to a slower pace as he turned to the next street where all the commotion came from. The whoosh of an arrow being shot made him pause and glance up to it's source - a woman with orange hair standing above them on a building. Remembering the situation, Jon shot towards the hoard and attacked the nearest one on the head with his machete. The blade stabbed through it's head, and he struggled to pull it out. He swung again and hit another, letting it drop on the ground.

[User]

Doctor Charles is running around trying to pull them up. alas when there heads have arrows in them its hard. he pulls up one of the zombies and whispers into its ears before moving on. he gets out a old naval telescope and a short wave radio and tries every frequency. he spots the women on the building and fires a single M9 shot then shouts at the top of his lungs "FREQUENCY ONE!"

[Kidd]

Lillah came upon a dead man. Upon crouching beside him, she noted that a bullet had been put through his head. Frowning, her gaze wandered the area--zombies. Or rather, their bodies. She wrinkled her nose before her turning her attention back to the man. Maybe he was with someone and got bit, she thought. So they had to put him down. Her jaw clenched and she blinked away the tears before they came. "Dammit!" she growled, standing up and kicking the body out of frustration. She drew in a deep breath through her nose and looked around. "Focus on shelter," she reminded herself. The sun had lowered even further and the kill seemed fresh. As she started walking, she debated whether or not she'd even want to find the person who did this. On one hand, having someone to rely on would be helpful. On the other, they could just weigh her down.

[salamimike]

Steph stopped as she reached a high school, its large metal fencing would provide adequate protection for the night, and the large padlock she found on the main gate showed that the school was closed when the outbreak happened and that zombies probably hadn't gotten in.
Steph hurled over her satchel and climbed quickly over the metal gate, scooping the bag as she quickly moved from the courtyard into the school, slipping through a open window and quickly moving to the cafeteria, in the hopes of finding anything there
She held her pistol just in case she wasn't the only one here, dead or living alike.

[User]

while trying to pick up some zombies he sees a man flailing around with his masheti trying to kill off some of his friends. Charles drops his stinger from his sleeve pocket and aims it at the man, and in a calm tone says "walk away son, this aint your war. back off or I fire." he then turns to the person on the building and shouts again "FREQUENCY 1". seeing that the zombies have started crowding him he just states in a weird language "stop" and they all stop where they are and look at him.

(sorry on camping trip and wifi only avalibe at the cage)

[Andre]

Jon stops dead when he hears the man's voice. His gaze moves towards the other guy, noticing him for the first time. A look of awe showed on his face when the zombies seemed to listen to the man's order. He kept the machete up, just in case, and eyed the other's weapon. It was a small gun that wasn't familiar to Jon. Then he takes a quick glance to the girl on the building, wondering if they were some sort of allies.

Jon frowned and turned his attention back to the man and raised up his free arm to signal him not to shoot.

"I'm only helping," he muttered calmly, though he felt more confused now as the zombies stopped attacking.

[Kidd]

Lillah continued on, the bat over her shoulder. She passed some buildings and would occasionally peak into a window to make sure she wasn't being watched from within by anyone or anything. She came upon a small convenient store and readied her back as she quietly went in, hoping to find a meal. Most of the shelves had been cleared, but she found herself a jar of peanut butter and put it in her bad, exchanging it for a granola bar. As she left the small store, she chewed on the granola bar and continued on. Finding a place to stay was turning out to be harder than she had expected. Maybe I should've followed the gun shots, she thought, glancing back the way she came as she discarded the granola bar wrapper.

Finally, she found herself in front of a fence and her eyes looked it up and down. A zombie couldn't climb that--to get in or out. She licked her lips and eyed the building behind its lock. It was a school, and with the lock still in place, it might be a safe choice. Sighing, she slipped half the bat into her bag and climbed the fence. Her well toned arms and legs made the task easy as cake for the young woman, and--from the top of the fence--she allowed herself to drop into a crouch. Immediately, the bat was back in her hand as she approached the building. When she found the front door locked, she climbed in through an open window and looked around, bat ready. Slowly and on the alert, she began her exploration.

[salamimike]

Steph rummaged through the cafateria cupboards but they had all been searched and looted long ago. She let out a cry of anger as she threw a mug to the floor, smashing it to pieces.
She began to walk towards the medical bay, it was a long shot but she may as well try before she found a room to haul up in.
Just as she turned the corner she saw someone else.
Instinctively she span back around the corner and removed the safety off her handgun.
"Ok...ok.." She muttered under her breath as she calmed herself, trying to remember what the person looked like.
Brown hair, taller than herself, holding a long weapon maybe a bat or pipe of some sort. They may have a secondary and so Steph stayed behind the corner, no doubt the other person had seen her as she turned the corner.
"Who's there!" Steph yelled out
"Don't come closer or I will shoot!" She said in her toughest voice, despite this it still came out nervous and afraid.
She risked peaking around the corner, making sure not to show to much of her person, her cap held low on her eyes.

[Kidd]

Lillah was following the sound she had heard--it sounded like broken glass--when she saw someone turn the corner and immediately turn back. Too fast to be a zombie, she noted, readying her bat as her eyes narrowed. Though, at the girl's warning, Lillah tensed a bit. She'll shoot, she repeated in her head, scowling a bit. Fuck, hope she's not trigger happy. Annoyed and a little scared by her weapon disadvantage, Lillah tossed her bat down the hall so it'd slide to the girl's feet. She followed that up by raising her hands slightly above her head. "My name's Lillah Lawson--I'm not going to hurt you," she added quickly. "I'm still human. Haven't even been bit. Just--don't shoot me." She stared at the corner, frowning at the hint of a head that peeked around it.

[salamimike]

Steph watched as the bat rolled to her feet, she wasn't completely sure though as she may have had another weapon.
Taking a deep breath, Steph turned the corner, her gun straight in front of her, aimed at the stranger.
She clasped the gun in both hands and slowly walked forward, keeping the barrel of the gun pointed at her.
When she was a few feet away she stopped.
"Strip. To your undies. Or else" The last remark was stern, Steph looking deep into the girls eyes. If the girl looked properly she may have seen the hint of fear in them, she was acting tougher than she was.
But a scared person with a gun could be even worse than a angry person with one..

[Kidd]

"Wait, what? Dude, I'm not going to fucking hurt you--you can see how..." Lillah's voice trailed off and she sighed, shaking her head a bit. She was going to say "scrawny," but Lillah was hardly scrawny compared to the other girl--most girls, really. "Okay, fine. I'm going to reach back and take off my back pack, okay?" Lillah moved slowly and did just as she warned. She held the backpack to the other woman and looked to it. "I just nabbed some peanut butter, if you're interested," she offered. "And once you take the bag, fine, I'll strip," she agreed bitterly, struggling to keep her voice down.

[salamimike]

"That's what my last partner said before he tried to chop my head off with his axe" Steph muttered bitterly.
She slipped the gun into her left hand and reached out for the bag, grabbing it and leaving it to the side, un-interested in it now that the woman couldn't get hold of it.
She placed both hands back on the gun and watched Lillah intently, ready to inspect her for bites.

[Kidd]

Lillah sighed as the other took firm hold of the gun again. "Shoes first," she explained as she crouched down to untie the laces of her sneakers. After slipping off her shoes, she set them aside and the dirty socks followed. Her feet bare, Lillah stood--each of her movements slow and deliberate to show she didn't mean any harm--and pulled the tanktop off to reveal a grey sports bra. She was dirty and a bit hairy having gone without a shower for what felt like weeks, but her dark skin was free of any bites. This is fucking embarressing, she thought, clearing her throat as she felt her cheeks warm a bit. She unbuttoned her pants and let them drop to her ankles to reveal her underwear, which were grey boy shorts. Lillah was built like a boy: flat torso and stomach accented by toned muscles--even the beginning of a six pack. Self conscious, she crossed her arms over herself and glanced away, shifting her weight.