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@Nallore

Ahh shame. I'll pass then. I don't want to be a side character.
@Nallore

Is it now too late to join?
I wish to join as well!
Laura Johnson


A series of pops echoed throughout the air, the distinct tell-tale gunshots reverberating throughout the air. As she got closer, these pops turned into bangs, and they didn't just stop at one or two. They kept going on at irregular intervals, and there were a few times, Laura could hear the staccato of automatic weapon fire. Her gun was still tucked into the waistband of her pants, the safety off.

She didn't want to use it unless she had to, partly for conserving ammunition. Laura eventually arrived at the source of the shots, an apartment complex that was seemingly under siege by a group of walkers. There was a child shouting at the supposed occupants of the building, but they were obviously too occupied with the invasion to even bother about the yelling kid.

She saw two other people in the immediate vicinity, another blonde woman with aviators @McHaggis and a dark-haired man @Fortunesfaded dressed in a suit. He reminded her of a hit-man. They were busy enough dispatching the zombies around them, and so Laura turned her attention back to the child.

Judging from the tone of his voice, she guessed the child@Wade Wilson to be a boy. As she was observing the boy, her attention was demanded elsewhere. Crawling out of the pile of supposedly-dead zombies(if they could die again), was a crawler making his way to the kid, its arms out stretched, yearning for the child's flesh.

He was too busy shouting, trying to get the attention of the apartment's occupants to notice it, and the other pair were busy with walkers of their own.

Unsheathing her kitchen knife, Laura charged forth, thrusting the blade into the back of the crawler's skull. The cadaver lay where it stood, its body now devoid of any life at all. "Watch your back, kiddo."


Hi guys,

So you may have realised about the lack of post from me. I'm clearly out of my depth here, and I doubt I'll be able to keep up with you guys. I'm been struggling to get a post together, but just can't seem to think of anything good enough. I think it will be in everyone's interest if I drop out. So sorry about that.
I've posted my post. I think everyone is heading towards the apartment where the gun shots were?

@Exit Is Chase heading there as well, or isn't he?

@Wade Wilson @Fortunesfaded I posted at last. :P
Laura Johnson


It had been a long drive, and this was the end of the line. She had spent hours on the road, and the car would go no further. The dirt-scarred Volkswagen Golf sputtered to a stop, tires slowly coming to a standstill as its fuel tanks finally ran out of fuel. Laura punched the steering wheel in frustration, uttering a swear word, but was silently impressed and grateful at how the car had brought her as far as it did. Travelling from Manhattan, driving south all the way towards Philadelphia. She had no place in mind, but all she knew was she had to leave New York, for it had become the city of dead.

An incredibly dense and populous city, Laura was glad she left the city when she did. If she had left any later, she might have been cut off by the packs of roving dead that now roamed the streets and roads of the United States of America. She stared blankly at what lied before her for several minutes, before snapping out of it. A car had crashed into a road sign, one prominently placed at the side of a main road. If she was right, the sign should inform her of where she was currently at.

Grabbing her khaki backpack from the front passenger seat, she opened the driver's side of the door, and exited the vehicle, slinging on her bag. Dressed in a brown plaid shirt and a matching pair of brown pants, her head was adorned with a equally brown baseball cap, her long blonde hair drawn into a ponytail, sheltering her head from the unrelenting sun. Clad from top-to-toe in brown, she was a total match.

Still gotta look good at the end of the world.

There was always still looking worth living for, the optimistic side of her clearly showing. Walking towards the front of the car, she managed to lift up the sign slightly, just enough for her to read the words printed on it. It was covered in dirt, but the name of the place was still visible. Wilmington. If she was right, that should put her current location somewhere in Delaware. She recoiled in shock as she saw a figure in the car's driver seat, but recovered when she realised that it was but a corpse. Someone had placed a bullet in her head, ending what remained of her miserable existence.

Laura had heard about the signal that was broadcasting from the car radio earlier on. She had totally forgotten that the thing was still even on, most of the radio stations now silent from the lack of power and inactivity. The person broadcasting from it had mentioned something about a safe location, and that was something she had to look forward to. That became a new goal, apart from meeting someone who won't want to kill her. Gun shots then echoed throughout the air, one after another.

Guns meant people.

While she may not be good at using guns, she had one and knew how to use one when she needed to. Quickly making her way on foot towards the source of the shots, she guessed that they were coming from the cluster of apartment complexes ahead.
Interested xD
I'm still navigating through the IC posts..I should be able to get to the end of it soon. :|

@Wade Wilson I'll get on the post soon enough, sorry for the wait!
@FortunesFaded

Thanks!

Do you mind if I start out in the same area as Desmond?

@Wade Wilson

Your character sounds really interesting. We should RP!
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