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As the commotion began to die down, Joel took out his key ring, shifting through the small assortment until he came upon one that was much smaller than the rest. He pushed it into the lock, and with a small click, it loosened and fell to the floor of the diner. Almost imediately, a small bit of relief washed over him. He felt safer already. He didn't feel safe necessarily but he did feel safer, and honestly, right now, that was all he really needed. He pushed out the chamber, looking down at the six shots that were neatly loaded into the cylinder, biting his lip a bit as he did so.

Six shots, thats all you get.

The sound of Jeff slamming his cup down on the table caught his attention, distracting him from the gun. HE pushed the cylinder back in as he moved over, still gripping the gun tight in his hand. Everyone in the diner was pretty much crowded around the two brothers. Rowena was closest to the two of them, her hand resting gently on Jeff's back, probably trying to comfort him. The rest formed a small circle around them, save Bill, who was slightly away from everyone else, nursing his back, and Lee, who was standing in front of Jeff, arms crossed over her chest.

"Did you see something out there, Jeff?" She asked, one eyebrow raised. She knew he knew something, and she wasn't going to settle for nothing. "What was it?"

There was a small moment of silence before Jeff looked up at her.

"I didnt...see anything. But I heard something. Something was close, and it was growling at me. I just... I ran back here when I heard it. I didnt take the time to fuckin' get a look at it, lady."

An air of unease fell over the room. Joel tightened his grip on the gun. Valencia edged closer to him, probably taking solace in the additional safety of the gun.

What the fuck was out there?

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Joel looked over to Rowena, who had re-positioned herself near the front of the building. He gave her a once over, noticing that she had, somehow, gotten her hands on a ladle from the kitchen. What she thought she was going to do with it, he didn't know. Why didn't she grab a knife, he wondered? But, it was better than nothing, and, looking at the way she was holding it, she looked like she could really do some damage with it. She leaned up to the window, pressing a hand against it as she peered out into the darkness, looking for Jeff.

Joel followed suite, looking out the door, into the blackness, though he knew it was in vain. You couldnt see shit. God, what was going on. What the fuck was going on? He already accepted that this was supernatural. That didnt take him any amount of changes in his beliefs. It was entirely clear that this was not natural. It was absolutely clear that something out there was killing people. He just wished he knew what the hell it was.

Whats out there... what is it... Jeff, where the fuck--

He didnt get to finish the thought. Because, suddenly, there was Jeff, slamming against the front door, pounding on it with his fist. Joel's heart jumped out of his chest. He yelped in surprise, his eyes going wide. Jeff was frantic, the cool demeanor from before replaced with pure, unadulterated fear. But he had the gun.

Holy shit he had the gun.

Quickly, Joel threw open the door, and Jeff wasted no time tumbling through. He quickly slammed and locked the door behind them as Jeff stumbled onto the floor, the gun sliding out of his hand, across the linoleum floor of the diner and coming to a rest next to one of the booths. Almost immediately his brother was upon him, sobbing and slobbering and cheering that he had made it back. Jeff, still clearly frazzled and trying to act cool, hugged his brother tightly, that smile on his face again.

"Jesus---Jeff, you--yes! Yes, great, awesome, good job!" Joel said as he scrambled across the floor for the revolver. "Jesus, man, you were gone for a while, it was getting grim in here."

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Valencia had her face pressed against the windowpane, hands cupped around her eyes as she scanned the inky blackness, searching for any sign of life, any sign of anything. No matter how much she squinted and strained her eyes, all she could see was a wall of dark. She felt a chill radiate from the pit of her stomach and all throughout her body, riding up her spine and raising the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck. She shuddered as she pulled away, shaking her head a bit. Her cheery demeanor from a few minutes before was gone.

"I cant see anything." She said quietly, almost to herself. "I cant even see his flashlight. The darkness is...thick. Or something."

Joel had moved to the door, his hand clutching the doorknob in a death grip, ready to tug it open in a moments notice. He had hard Valencia's words, and they didnt do anything to help calm him. He was starting to get nervous. Jeff had been out there for more than a few minutes. Did he find the car? Did h find the gun? Was he even fucking alive? Maybe Bill was right, maybe he should have just stayed in and waited for all of this to blow over.

"Hey, man, I'm sure he's fine."

Joel turned his attention forwards again, to Vincent, who was holding the other door next to him. He was giving him a reassuring smile, though it was clear that he was just as nervous as Joel was. He was dressed up in his work clothes still, a brown polo t-shirt, emblazoned with the Coffee and Pie, Oh My! logo across the chest and a pair of black work pants. His hair, which was usually slicked back, was slowly falling down over his face.

"He's fine, he'll be in soon."

"Yeah, or maybe he wont be..." Bill said from his seat at the bar, close to the door, the grumpiness, anger, and fear all very prevalent in his voice. Lee turned her head to him, annoyance flashing across her face, eyes narrowed at him.

"Oh, stop it, Bill. Just give him time, he'll be back. Stop being so dramatic." She said as she lifted he coffee to her lips, taking a small, concentrated sip as she continued to narrow her eyes at Bill.

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Back outside, Jeff was rooting through the glove box, and soon enough, he fond his hand on the gun. It was a silver revolver with a wooden grip, a large black lock between the trigger and the rest of the gun. He felt the weight of the gun in his hand, a small, cocky smile raising the edges of his lips again as he slowly turned the gun over, observing the intricacies of the weapon as he leaned back in the worn faux-leather seat of the Oldsmobile.

"Record time." He said to himself, closing the glove box as he did. He stepped out of the car, shutting the door and pushing the key into the lock, twisting it with a quick and calculated flick of his wrist, effectively locking the door. He was about to turn back to the diner, but a noise from behind stopped him in his tracks, mid step, eyes wide.

It was almost like a growling. But it wasnt. Something was off, unnatural, otherworldly. Jeff did an about face, looking in the direction of the noise. His face was calm, his body not shaking, but he could feel his heart beating much faster than before. Backing up slowly towards the diner, he attempted to shine his flashlight in the direction of the noise, but the light barely cut through the darkness. Hell, he could barely see five feet in front of him.

But there was something out there.

||-Dead Mall-|| [Fauxbot & AlterEgo]

Name: Charlie McNeil
Age: 19
Appearance: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CGVPGJ2VAAAP6t-.jpg
Bio: Charlie grew up in Portland, Oregon with his mothers sister, his Aunt Isabelle. His parents died before he was able to know either of them, his mother being taken in labor, and his father taking his own life months later. Isabelle took custody of him, and he grew up happily, if not quietly alongside her. He internalizes a lot of his feelings, a trait that he is acutely aware of. He graduated from high school, ironically, one year--to the day-- prior to the outbreak. He decided not to jump right into college, instead opting to take a year off to pursue photography, using a lot of his graduation money to purchase an incredibly expensive DSLR camera, which he still keeps with him, in his bag.

Defining Characteristics: Dark rings under his eyes due to lack of sleep. (He hasnt been able to sleep very well since the outbreak started.)

||-Dead Mall-|| [Fauxbot & AlterEgo]

It was a normal day at the Palisades Shopping Mall before the outbreak hit. Couples going on first dates, mall rats loitering next to the food court, nuclear families with their perfect lives. Everyone was going about business as usual, buying things, talking, eating, laughing. Everything was just fine. Everything going as it should. That is, until that strange looking man stumbled through the front door, twitching, his gaze cast down at the floor in front of him as he shuffled into the Entrance Plaza. Something wasnt right. His skin was too pale, his veins too prevalent. Was he sick? Was he dying? He needed help, right? That's what everyone thought as they gathered around him, one of the stronger looking men approaching him, putting a hand on the mans shoulder. Everyone thought he was such a kind, helpful soul.

That is, until the pale man lashed out, sinking his teeth into the poor mans arm, tearing out a large chunk out of his arm.

The change was fast. It took two minutes for the first victim to transform. And the virus only spread from there. Where did it come from? How? These were all questions that went unanswered as more people were bitten, and even more of the lumbering creatures poured through the front doors. Gates were quickly thrown down, people taking refuge behind them and in different areas of the mall. Some of the more organized people were able to barricade the zombies out of certain stores, blocking them out of certain sections of the mall.

According to the radio, rescue will be coming within the next three weeks to the mall. Until then, the people who are still alive--their numbers slowly dwindling-- will need to do anything they can to survive until then. Some prefer to stick it out alone, but others prefer to stick together.

Who would have guessed that people could fall in love in a situation like this?

Love and Zombies [MxF] (Possibly 18+)

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It's been three months since the infection hit. Nobody's too sure as to how or why it started, but some people say they've heard murmurings of some sort of government lab experiment going awry. But, on the other hand, some say they heard it's an evolution of rabies, or some other odd disease that already existed. Some claim it's god, some claim it's natural, some claim it's cult driven. But what caused it doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is that it's real.

Zombies.

This isn't something the world is going to recover from in a few weeks. This isn't a blip on the radar. This is a new way of life. You either get busy living, or you get busy dying, there's nothing in between. There is nobody that's going to save us other than ourselves. People tend to keep moving nowadays, never resting in the same place for long. You need to move if you're going to beat the infected. They're slow and stupid, but strength comes in numbers. And yet, even in a world like this, people can make connections.

And sometimes, those connections run deep, deeper than the infection could ever hope to reach.

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So, thats the basic premise I have for us! There are still a few things that would need to be fleshed out, but that is something I usually like to do with my RP partner. We are both going to have an impact on what the story will become, so I like to work with my partner when giving it its basic outline.

I would like to have someone who is fairly detailed with their writing. You don't need to be rewriting War and Peace, I understand that we all have lives and sometimes we cant sit down and write out a whole book. A paragraph or two a post would be just fine, and even then, you can write less every once in a while, we all do sometimes. Just as long as you like to write. I hope I am able to gain the interest of someone through this, because I would absolutely love to RP this story. I would love to see where it goes. You can either respond in this post or, if you like, you can PM me. I hope to hear from someone soon!

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Joel's eyes went to Jeff. He had seen the guy around town a few times. In the store with his younger brother, jogging along the side of the road, sitting silently in the corner of the diner, sure. But he'd never actually spoken to the guy before. As a matter of fact, he couldn't honestly say he'd ever heard Jeff's voice before. It was deeper than he imagined it being, for some reason. It would be surreal hearing him speak if there weren't horrific things going on already. Quickly, he dragged himself out of his own head, back to the topic at hand.

Letting the strong athletic man go get the gun from his car.

"I'm fast. I can make it to your car, grab the gun, and make it back here. In record time." He assured, a small, confident smile forming at the edges of his mouth. And his confidence, Joel would admit, was infectious. HE hadn't said much, but he could tell that Jeff believed each of them. Hell, he had said it with such assuredness that he had to believe him. With a small nod, Joel stood up, taking the keys out of his back pocket, unhooking the larger key from the rest of the cluster and tossing it to Jeff, who caught it without a trouble.

"You're looking for the tan '73 Oldsmobile. It should be by the sign near the exit." Joel said, setting his hat back on his head, tugging it down some.

"Oh! Like the one from Evil Dead, right?" said Valencia, who had been sitting on the other side of the booth. She had gotten up on her knees to peek between the dividers between the booths and had been listening in on their plans. She was strangely cheery, despite the situation. "I love that movie!"

"Oh...um, yeah, thats it. Thats why I got it." Joel said, which made Valencia's smile a little bigger, somehow. He smiled back, confusedly and awkwardly, before turning his attention back to Jeff. "There's a revolver in the glove box. Get in, grab it, get out. Theres a lock on the gun, so when you get it in here, I'll unlock it."

"Now--hold on!"

Everyone at the table turned to the source of the outburst. It was Robert, who was up and on the move, limping with his cane over to them. But even with his very noticeable limp, he was still incredibly intimidating. Hes steps were loud and clumsy, but purposeful. Jeff, uninterested, had already started moving towards the front doors.

"How old is he? Sixteen? You wanna send a kid out there? Huh? He could die! Do you want that on your heads?"

"Calm down, Bob. Im sure he can handle it." Lee said, stepping out, arms crossed over her suit jacket, eyebrow raised as she peered at him over her glasses. "Besides, it's better than sitting in here and waiting for whatever the fuck is out there to come in here, right? And if that happens, it'd be nice to have something to defend ourselves with, right?"

shadows.

Tim had his hands tucked in his pockets throughout most of their trip back to his place, books balanced under his arm, his eyes cast down as they walked. He was still a little embarrassed by the incident, but by this point, he wasn't entirely sure as to why. He didn't do any damage, and the people were very helpful. He needed to just shake this off, he knew that, but he couldn't get the image of everyone looking at him out of his head. He sighed as they entered his apartment, setting his books down on the coffee table, taking Sophia's and doing the same. His eyes darted to a throw pillow, discarded by the coffee table from his fit earlier that morning. He quickly kicked it back onto the couch, pushing the thoughts out of his head.

Well, at least to the back of his head.

He gave Sophia a small smile as they exited his apartment. He made sure to lock the door behind them, as he always did, following her down the stairs to the outside world, encased back in the bright, gleaming whiteness of the sun reflecting off of the freshly fallen snow. HE brought his hand up, shielding his eyes for a moment as he stood next to her.

"Yeah, off to town."

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Joel gave Sam a nod, taking his hat and opting to set it down next to him, his arms crossed on the table in front of him. He leaned in a bit on his elbows as Sam spoke, letting out a sigh of relief when he discovered that he was not alone. He nodded in agreement, his eyes darting to the window for a moment, trying to cut through the darkness to see the parking lot and, more specifically, his car. He turned back to Sam, speaking softly.

"I have a gun in my car." He said, picking at one of the threads on the black and red plaid button up he was wearing, pulling it out. "I think I would feel a lot safer if I had that. I dont-- I dont know what the hell is happening out there. But... but I dont think that it's just darkness out there, y'know? I think we all...know that. We... we heard the screams... and the quiet... and I dont think we're alone. And it's only a matter of time before something out there gets antsy and decides to crash through one of these windows. We'd be smart to have a gun."

He made sure to keep his voice down as he spoke, not wanting to alarm any of the younger people. However, as he spoke, Lee, who had been sitting at the bar area near the front, had made her way over to their table. She didnt waste time, leaning against the table top as Joel finished his sentence.

"I agree." She said simply, her gaze shifting between the two of them. "I think that a...gun. Would be the best thing to have in this situation. How are we going to get it?"

shadows.

Tim nodded in agreement, taking a couple of books from the tall stack next to him. Sophia needed to calm down, that much was obvious, and this was going to help her, so he wanted to do it. Plus, maybe being exposed to more people would help him stop being scared of them. Plus, Sophia would be there, and that would probably help, right?

"That sounds...um, yeah, that sounds like fun, we should do that." He said, giving her a small smile, assuring her.

Tim reached for a book at the bottom of the stack, tugging it out as he balanced the books with his free hand. That, however, was just not enough. Tim recoiled in fear as the pile of books went crashing down off the table, slamming into the floor with an incredibly loud and disruptive bang. Everyone stopped what they were doing, startled by the suddenness of it all. Tim felt his cheeks getting red, burning with embarrassment. Eyes were on him. He brought his hands to his face, covering it.

Eyes on Tim.

The young korean girl leaned around the corner of her shelf, looking over at the mess quizically, one eyebrow raised.

"Are you...alright?" she asked, peering over her glasses.

Tim was too embarassed to answer. He looked at Sophia, through his hands, pleading for her help silently.