Caramelcorn

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Commenting here to say that I'm very interested in this!

African Savannah Survival RP

Is this still going to be a thing? Or am I the only one interested?

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Comrade Doge, I apologize for just throwing the ball right back to you, but I saw the opportunity and couldn't pass it up!

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

DWYNWYN CHAPTER 2 @Comrade Doge

Dwynwyn instantly shut up at the sight of what appeared to be a middle-aged Russian man pointing a gun at her face. He had said something to her and she had been too confused to understand, but she assumed it had been something along the lines of telling her to stop crying. Her mind was racing.

I was wrong, oh my god, the color drained from her face once more as she concluded that the man was the same one who had killed and cannibalized the two girls. He certainly looked tough enough to have done it. It was stupid of me to have thought of zombies, I must have seen wrong. He's one of those crazed serial killers who slipped through the cracks of the horrible US mental care system.

The nineteen year old woman and middle aged man stared at each other in silence for a few moments. When the man turned his attention to the path downhill and pointed his gun outward and away from Dwyn, she took her chances and unleashed her pepper spray, causing the man to double over as his eyes burned.

"Stupid... girl..." he spit on the ground in order to reduce the urge to vomit and then turned back to slap her, but she was already on her feet and running, farther uphill than before.

Dwyn hardly dared to look back as she made her escape from the man she was sure had just killed and eaten two other young women on the trail. She ran horizontally along the steep hill, trying to put as much distance between herself and the man as possible. This time, she was able to think more clearly while running, having become somewhat more relieved that the zombie apocalypse did not appear to be happening.

Okay, that means I just need to get back to civilization, there should be policemen and everything, and I'll just go home; America is a stupid dangerous place...

I have no idea where I am, but I watched a tv show once about a man who got lost in Rocky Mountain National Park and set part of the forest on fire to attract a helicopter to save him...

Why is this man not chasing me down? He's clearly much faster than me...

She took a sharp turn and began jogging downhill as fast as she felt she could safely go with her heavy hiking backpack. When she reached a small clearing, she immediately sat down and opened up her cooking supplies, taking out the lighter fluid and matches. Dwyn then hurriedly threw the entire two liters of lighter fluid all over the dry pine needles on the forest floor, lit a match, and then watched a quick, hot fire start to burn.

To her relief, the fire appeared to catch instead of just burning out quickly, and a decent sized area of the forest floor was soon burning. She began to make her way away from the flames, searching for some rocky outcropping where she could safely wait for help to come. Locating another semi-sheltered rock ledge similar to the last, the Welsh girl scrambled up it, cutting her leg as she did so in her haste, and then sat down to wait again, this time clutching her pepper spray and knife in case the killer returned. She felt a little foolish doing so, remembering his gun, but she also remembered how he hadn't shot the other two girls, so maybe it was empty.

Her fire continued to burn through the night, though it didn't spread as much as she would have liked. After hours of nerve-wracking waiting, she sat up to attention as three human figures stumbled into view, silhouetted by the fire behind them. They didn't appear to be a stealthy and quick predator like the serial killer she had been picturing in her head, so she just watched them carefully, confused by their irregular gaits.

As the human figures drew closer, Dwyn saw their rotting faces and organs hanging loosely from their bodies, realizing that she had once again been wrong. There was no help coming for her. She was somewhat confident, however, that they couldn't climb the sheer rock face that she just had, and so silently, fearfully, she peered over the ledge as the three zombies clumsily hit themselves against the rocks and slid back down repeatedly.

Not long after, Dwyn watched as each undead corpse fell successively with the sound of three single gunshots. The man from earlier came into view, and she timidly peeked over the edge to meet his angry gaze, embarrassed by her use of pepper spray, the fire she had pointlessly started, and her panicked misjudgments of the situation.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Dwyn

Name: Dwynwen (Dwyn) Vaughan

Age: 19

Occupation: None, recently graduated from school and went on extended camping trip to US as a "gap year"

Nationality: Pasty white Welsh girl

Appearance: 5'5" and weighs 115 pounds. Imagine the lipstick lesbian but with sensible clothing considering the purpose of her trip

Place of Residence: Cardiff, Wales but outskirts of Boulder, Colorado at the beginning of this story

Strengths: Lots of wilderness experience and especially cooking down wild plants into bad-tasting but edible soups and teas, self-confident, knows how to flirt with both men and women to get what she wants

Weaknesses: Lack of combat experience, lack of connections with other people in the US

Belongings: 60 liter hiking backpack with a change of clothes and also heavy winter coat. A large and a small cast iron pot for cooking as well as a saucepan and assortment of cooking knives. A book on the wild plants of Rocky Mountain National Park. Weapons include pepper spray and pocket knife.

Personality: To other people it can appear that she vacillates between introverted and extroverted, but this is mostly a manifestation of her own insecurities regarding interactions with other people as a solo female traveler. Because of this she feels she has to make snap judgments about new people and whether they are willing to treat a young female European lesbian well or not, irrespective of the accuracy of these judgments. She has a tendency to think that only Dwyn knows what's best for Dwyn.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

I'm not sure when most of you were planning on meeting up, but I promise I'll get to Delaware as soon as possible (if you read my post, Dwyn starts on the Appalachian Trail in Virginia). I'm wanting to do one more post on how she fails to survive in the mountains, one where she makes a break for the coast with other survivors and lots of them die in the swamps, and then after that I'll somehow get her to Delaware. So like four posts from now I'll try to intersect with someone...

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

@Caramelcorn Accepted! Just remember that we're all in Delaware, not Colorado (So while you're more than welcome to start out there, it may get a bit lonely). Just port your character over to the Characters section in the main thread, and you're good to go!

@FortunesFaded

Yeah I saw that you had changed locations as I read other people's posts. I already did chapter 1, but it doesn't particularly matter if she starts in the Rockies or Appalachians, so I'll change the locations and hopefully meet up with everyone really soon!

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

DWYNWYN CHAPTER 1

(I'm assuming this is ok, if not, please ignore me and/or delete this)

Ugh,

please just shut up! Dwyn sighed loudly from the comfort of her tent and reluctantly sat up. Her regret for camping close to the trailhead out of laziness was beginning to steadily increase. She had known Americans were loud, but the campers who had set up not far from her had been shouting continuously for almost a minute now.

Deciding to make the most of the moment, she reached into her hiking backpack, sitting safely inside the tent with her, and pulled out a granola bar to take a bite, snickering at the memory of how she had accidentally taken an entire box of the things through customs at the Dulles International Airport and nobody had noticed. Taking a second bite, Dwyn noted that the screaming hadn't died down, and she subsequently realized that the two females were not merely having some argument.

It could be a bear... the tourist realized, having forgotten that the Appalachian Trail was home to significantly more dangerous wildlife than Snowdonia. The nineteen year old forgot eating for the moment as she fished out her pepper spray and one of her cooking knives. A brief moment passed as Dwyn sat in silence listening to the screams, before wondering if leaving them to die - to what she was now sure was a bear - would make her a sociopath.

"Stupid fucking Americans can't take care of themselves," she muttered, unzipping her small single tent and stepping outside into the twilight.

The screaming girls were downhill from her, and Dwyn started to creep forward in that general direction, wanting to remain unheard. As she did so, the screaming dwindled down from two girls to one, making the Welsh girl feel uneasy enough to start jogging down the path at a faster rate. Off to her right was the faint glimmer of a dying fire, and as Dwyn approached, once again slowly and stealthily, she knew it was the correct campsite by the increasing volume of the girl's mixture of crying and shouting.

Wielding her pepper spray and knife and suddenly concerned that it wasn't enough, Dwyn walked up to the edge of the campsite carefully, cringing at the crunching sound of the leaves with every misstep. She found a tent similar to hers, and peeked around the side of it, only to discover a site she immediately regretted looking at.

There was the mangled corpse of a girl like her, its chest ripped open and some of the internal organs missing. Not far away the other girl lay on the ground screaming as something progressively tore her open and ate her alive. Dwyn did a double take upon realizing that it was not in fact a bear attack. Her heart felt like it dropped completely out of her chest as she saw it was two human figures instead.

The girl's body closest to her then began to twitch, and in the same moment the remaining color drained from Dwyn's already-pale face in utter fear.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck

was the only thought in the Welsh girl's head as she promptly turned around and ran, tripping over rocks and twigs and making quite a bit of noise but managing to scramble her way back to her own campsite quickly enough. At that point she realized that at some point during her panicked return the other girl had died, presumably leaving the predators' attention to focus solely on the other human making lots of noise in the forest.

"Jesus fucking christ..." she took a look around, and then suddenly ran to the bushes to vomit out of fear. Knowing it was essential to her survival to get over herself quickly, Dwyn threw her cooking gear into her hiking backpack, forcibly stuffed her winter coat she was going to use as a pillow on top of it, and strapped the backpack on before throwing herself to the ground pulling out the four tent stakes. As the tent halfway collapsed, Dwyn resorted to running off dragging it behind her by one of its corners.

"Jesus fucking christ..." she repeated to herself once more, jogging up the trail toward higher ground. She couldn't even think properly, only move, but was reassured by the fact that she was pretty sure she was doing everything she could to survive at the moment.

After a few minutes when she came up upon a part of the trail that was a steeper incline than previously, Dwyn slowed slightly to a powerwalk, hooking one of the plastic bars of the tent with her elbow and putting the winter coat on her head as she organized the cooking gear in her bag. Then, still moving forward at a steady but reduced pace, she carefully squeezed as much air out of her coat as she could before setting it in the 60 liter hiking backpack as well, which was now strapped backwards to her chest so she could access it.

As a final move, she pulled the tent bag out of the outside pocket and carefully walked backwards while dragging the tent and pulling the bars out of it to fold them up, too terrified to stop moving even if she could have done the job more quickly that way. At last she managed to roll up the tent fabric itself and put it in the backpack, and then began powerwalking forward again up the trail.

Without the total disorganization, Dwyn found herself able to think more clearly. Either they're stalking me or not actually chasing me, because I haven't heard anything for a while now, she reasoned. But what are they? Cannibals? Zombies?

She tried to think back to her high school biology class. Were zombies even possible? It seemed unlikely, but those two humans tore into those girls like they were animals, not in the way anyone with half a brain would do so. These thoughts plagued her, continuing cyclically in her head with no resolution as she hiked further and further into the wilderness.

An hour later, Dwyn finally got up the courage to sit down for a second to take her water bottle out and come up with a plan. She didn't dare speak to herself out loud for fear of not hearing a crucial rustling sound in the bushes.

I guess it doesn't particularly matter if they're zombies or just cannibals, she decided. I'll just find a vantage point using the elevation and make sure nothing approaches me. And if it's zombies maybe they wouldn't even be able to climb to reach me anyway.

It wasn't a full plan, but it was better than running off further into unknown territory at night panicked and with no plan at all. So Dwyn promptly took a sharp turn away from the established trail and forged her way straight uphill, eventually settling on a rock ledge that appeared to only have one direction of uphill approach.

Now at least safe for the time being, the Welsh girl, tears streaming down her face, sat with her back against the rock wall and stared down at the small cliff that led up to her position, afraid to look away for even a split second.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

I'm definitely interested...



Name: Dwynwen (Dwyn) Vaughan

Age: 19

Occupation: None, recently graduated from school and went on extended camping trip to US as a "gap year"

Nationality: Pasty white Welsh girl

Appearance: 5'5" and weighs 115 pounds. Imagine the lipstick lesbian but with sensible clothing considering the purpose of her trip

Place of Residence: Cardiff, Wales but outskirts of Boulder, Colorado at the beginning of this story

Strengths: Lots of wilderness experience and especially cooking down wild plants into bad-tasting but edible soups and teas, self-confident, knows how to flirt with both men and women to get what she wants

Weaknesses: Lack of combat experience, lack of connections with other people in the US

Belongings: 60 liter hiking backpack with a change of clothes and also heavy winter coat. A large and a small cast iron pot for cooking as well as a saucepan and assortment of cooking knives. A book on the wild plants of Rocky Mountain National Park. Weapons include pepper spray and pocket knife.

Personality: To other people it can appear that she vacillates between introverted and extroverted, but this is mostly a manifestation of her own insecurities regarding interactions with other people as a solo female traveler. Because of this she feels she has to make snap judgments about new people and whether they are willing to treat a young female European lesbian well or not, irrespective of the accuracy of these judgments. She has a tendency to think that only Dwyn knows what's best for Dwyn.

Star Wars: Shattered Reflections

Can I be Darth Darth Binks?