I'm enjoying writing for this roleplay too much, I already have my next post written up and ready to post XD
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No I don't think so, the one my character plans to visit is a small grocery store just off of Mitchell street, a little south of the Georgia Dome.
(sorry for the delayed response!)
(sorry for the delayed response!)
Mitchell ST SW
Atlanta, Georgia
United States
While he ate his granola bar Deven, once more made his way over to the window and gazed through. This new world had caused him to be very meticulous when it came to ventures like this, he had to make sure he hadn't missed anything or ensure the situation didn't change. Sure enough as he gazed through the small slit of window, it only took Deven a few moments to notice the movement on the street. It wasn't long until he saw what it was that was moving and as their figures became clear Deven's heart dropped.
They were survivors, a small group of them and judging by their matching colors, style of dress and demeanor they must have been some sort of gang before this all started. After glancing between them and the small market up ahead it was clear they had their eyes set on the same goal. But something happened, it seemed one of their members had hurt himself while messing with a rather luxurious car they passed, for Deven could see the younger boys blue shirt being slowly stained by more and more crimson as he clutched his arm to his chest, at least that's what he had managed to see before the other members crowded around him.
A few moments passed before their small gang began moving back in the direction they had come from. Deven's heart quickly rose up from his stomach as he watched them leave, this meant he had a chance he could still search the grocery. But he had to be fast, there was still a chance that gang could return to search the grocery and he had to be in and out before they, possibly come back.
With this in mind Deven looked over the area one last time before finishing his granola bar, dropping the wrapper onto the floor he then made his way to the door. Once there he, as silently as possible, pushed aside the dresser he had moved in front of the door. Once that was out of the way, he cracked the door slightly and peeked his head out. The doors of these apartments led directly out to a small parking lot reserved for those that lived in the complex, checking his surrounding once more Deven sighted three infected within the boundaries of the small parking lot, though with all of the cars and the distance between him and them he would easily be able slip by undetected.
Lowering himself down to a crouch Deven pulled the door open just to the point where he would fit through before stepping out, pulling the door silently closed behind him. He had been extremely luck that this apartment's previous owner hadn't thought to lock the door when they left or else he wouldn't have been nearly as fortunate as he already was. Once out of the apartment Deven made his way to the yard he had scouted through his window, moving with a bit of haste to his step and sticking close to the wall of the building as he did so. Once there Deven peered around the corner of the building and scouted the field again, the two infected had shambled down to the far side of the yard and were far enough away for him to not worry about being heard by them. While the infected in the next yard was still standing in the middle of the yard staring mindlessly at the yards complex which was in the opposite direction of Deven's current planned path.
Moving away from the wall Deven set off at a light jog making sure to keep his head on a swivel for any infected that he may not have seen. Soon enough he reached the row of trees that separated the two yards and now he could see this yard more clearly including the two infected near the base of the apartment building that he had missed, Happily they were no where near close enough for him to worry about, the only one he had to somewhat worry about was the infected in the middle of the yard. If he messed up it was possible the infected would hear him and turn to investigate at that point it would see him and he would be forced to kill it, hopefully if he had to do so he could do it without alerting the other two infected, or any others for that matter.
With as much of a lightness to his step as he could he set off once more at a light jog on his way across the field. As he neared the infected he eyed it cautiously looking for any sort of reaction that would hint to him being heard, but as he passed the infected by it continued to stare mindlessly at the building completely unaware of the potential meal moving behind it. Once Deven reached the next row of trees he set to scanning the street which only had a few car on the sides of the road and no other sort of cover. Now he could clearly see the bloodied up broken window of the white Mustang the gang's younger member had messed with, two infected had gathered around the car, likely attracted by the noise they had made. But that only helped Deven more, for those two infected having been lured away now gave him a straight shot across the street and to the market.
With raised hopes Deven set off across the street keeping his head on a swivel as he jogged across the extremely exposed street. Now that he knew there were people he he knew he had to be more careful, if they saw him it could spell trouble, they didn't seem like the friendliest bunch. He had come here knowing he might encounter some other survivors but he had no reason to engage with an unwelcoming bunch such as them.
As Deven finished crossing the street he only sparred a quick scan of the area, seeing the two infected were quite a distance away Deven quickly made his way to the entrance of the small grocery. The grocery store's automatic doors were open and likely would remain that way thanks to the lack of electricity. Poking his head around the corner of the door Deven scanned for any infected, seeing none in the immediate area Deven slipped into the small market hoping to be able to clear out the store before that gang even had a chance of catching him.
Atlanta, Georgia
United States
While he ate his granola bar Deven, once more made his way over to the window and gazed through. This new world had caused him to be very meticulous when it came to ventures like this, he had to make sure he hadn't missed anything or ensure the situation didn't change. Sure enough as he gazed through the small slit of window, it only took Deven a few moments to notice the movement on the street. It wasn't long until he saw what it was that was moving and as their figures became clear Deven's heart dropped.
They were survivors, a small group of them and judging by their matching colors, style of dress and demeanor they must have been some sort of gang before this all started. After glancing between them and the small market up ahead it was clear they had their eyes set on the same goal. But something happened, it seemed one of their members had hurt himself while messing with a rather luxurious car they passed, for Deven could see the younger boys blue shirt being slowly stained by more and more crimson as he clutched his arm to his chest, at least that's what he had managed to see before the other members crowded around him.
A few moments passed before their small gang began moving back in the direction they had come from. Deven's heart quickly rose up from his stomach as he watched them leave, this meant he had a chance he could still search the grocery. But he had to be fast, there was still a chance that gang could return to search the grocery and he had to be in and out before they, possibly come back.
With this in mind Deven looked over the area one last time before finishing his granola bar, dropping the wrapper onto the floor he then made his way to the door. Once there he, as silently as possible, pushed aside the dresser he had moved in front of the door. Once that was out of the way, he cracked the door slightly and peeked his head out. The doors of these apartments led directly out to a small parking lot reserved for those that lived in the complex, checking his surrounding once more Deven sighted three infected within the boundaries of the small parking lot, though with all of the cars and the distance between him and them he would easily be able slip by undetected.
Lowering himself down to a crouch Deven pulled the door open just to the point where he would fit through before stepping out, pulling the door silently closed behind him. He had been extremely luck that this apartment's previous owner hadn't thought to lock the door when they left or else he wouldn't have been nearly as fortunate as he already was. Once out of the apartment Deven made his way to the yard he had scouted through his window, moving with a bit of haste to his step and sticking close to the wall of the building as he did so. Once there Deven peered around the corner of the building and scouted the field again, the two infected had shambled down to the far side of the yard and were far enough away for him to not worry about being heard by them. While the infected in the next yard was still standing in the middle of the yard staring mindlessly at the yards complex which was in the opposite direction of Deven's current planned path.
Moving away from the wall Deven set off at a light jog making sure to keep his head on a swivel for any infected that he may not have seen. Soon enough he reached the row of trees that separated the two yards and now he could see this yard more clearly including the two infected near the base of the apartment building that he had missed, Happily they were no where near close enough for him to worry about, the only one he had to somewhat worry about was the infected in the middle of the yard. If he messed up it was possible the infected would hear him and turn to investigate at that point it would see him and he would be forced to kill it, hopefully if he had to do so he could do it without alerting the other two infected, or any others for that matter.
With as much of a lightness to his step as he could he set off once more at a light jog on his way across the field. As he neared the infected he eyed it cautiously looking for any sort of reaction that would hint to him being heard, but as he passed the infected by it continued to stare mindlessly at the building completely unaware of the potential meal moving behind it. Once Deven reached the next row of trees he set to scanning the street which only had a few car on the sides of the road and no other sort of cover. Now he could clearly see the bloodied up broken window of the white Mustang the gang's younger member had messed with, two infected had gathered around the car, likely attracted by the noise they had made. But that only helped Deven more, for those two infected having been lured away now gave him a straight shot across the street and to the market.
With raised hopes Deven set off across the street keeping his head on a swivel as he jogged across the extremely exposed street. Now that he knew there were people he he knew he had to be more careful, if they saw him it could spell trouble, they didn't seem like the friendliest bunch. He had come here knowing he might encounter some other survivors but he had no reason to engage with an unwelcoming bunch such as them.
As Deven finished crossing the street he only sparred a quick scan of the area, seeing the two infected were quite a distance away Deven quickly made his way to the entrance of the small grocery. The grocery store's automatic doors were open and likely would remain that way thanks to the lack of electricity. Poking his head around the corner of the door Deven scanned for any infected, seeing none in the immediate area Deven slipped into the small market hoping to be able to clear out the store before that gang even had a chance of catching him.
@Symphoni
I would but my character isn't anywhere near you at the time XD
The closest people to me are those in Fulton Library and even they are about 1.4km away, so once more Deven's got some trekking to do.
I would but my character isn't anywhere near you at the time XD
The closest people to me are those in Fulton Library and even they are about 1.4km away, so once more Deven's got some trekking to do.
Well to be fair they wouldn't be spinning thanks to the fact that we don't have power anymore so they might as well not even be fans XD
Maybe he could have been making camp in that center connecting area and not even having known about them.
On a side note Deven is going to be making a random acquisition of fans stuff in my next post
Maybe he could have been making camp in that center connecting area and not even having known about them.
On a side note Deven is going to be making a random acquisition of fans stuff in my next post
And yeah, I like how everyone's been using the adress thing as well, it helps give us an idea of our location, that being said Google earth has become my new best friend while writing my post for this XD
Whoops I completely forgot it was raining :/
Time to edit!
Seeing where everyone's mostly starting, it seems Deven's going to have to make a bit of a trek to get to where you guys are, with this in mind I am thinking of lengthening my post a bit to help him get on his way to that area.
Time to edit!
Seeing where everyone's mostly starting, it seems Deven's going to have to make a bit of a trek to get to where you guys are, with this in mind I am thinking of lengthening my post a bit to help him get on his way to that area.
Mitchell ST SW
Atlanta, Georgia
United States
Silence, it was the eerie silence of the world that took so much getting used to. All the times where he had wanted silence, where he wanted all the noise from cars, plains, horns, and people to just go away. But now, everything was much more quiet...noise...noise had just become another enemy, another means to lead to another bloody end at the hands of monsters. But still, despite the danger of noise Deven couldn't deny that he missed all the sounds that filled the air before this madness all started. Sure sometimes the silence was beautiful and down right even welcoming. Other times he just wanted it to leave, he wanted to be back in that distant place where the world was so very loud.
Though today unlike almost every other day for these past two and a half months, where he would wake up to silence, he instead awoke to the patter of rain. The morning light was barely able to reach through the cloud coverage and around the barricade he had over the window, which was in reality, just an armoire tipped into the window ensuring no easy access nor a clear view of the room. He pushed himself up resting his upper body weight on his left hand as he rubbed his eyes with his right, brushing away any sleep that formed in the corners of his eyes.
Once done rubbing his eyes he dropped his arm back down and held himself up as he gazed about the room blinking his eyes as he did. The room was almost entirely dark thanks to the overcast day and to the armoire blocking what little light broke through the clouds. The rest of the room sat in a state of disarray, there were bits of debris of shattered glass and wood from broken picture frames, clay and glass chunks from broken vases and a plethora of other things laying across the floor including one baby sock, which Deven had found crumpled up in the middle of the room the night before. Whenever he looked at the sock he refused to think of what the fate of the it's owner may be.
In the corner of the room farthest from the door, which he had blocked with a dresser the night before, was a small area Deven had cleaned for himself and his gear. It was a fairly poor cleaning job as it mostly just involved him brushing away any debris he could find in the dark of night with his foot, but it did the job of giving him a relatively flat area to lay out his bedroll. Deven moved his tongue around in his mouth as he realized just how dry his mouth was, figuring he must have slept with his mouth open the night before he reached for the canteen sitting atop his backpack. Grabbing the metal bottle and unscrewing the lid, Deven proceeded to take a long fulfilling sip before lowering the canteen from his lips and sighing dishearteningly as he shook the now very nearly empty canteen.
"Damn" He mumbled. Talking to himself, at least in small little comments, was a habit he had been developing over these past two-ish months. It wasn't necessarily a bad habit as it helped him to keep his sanity and to remember the sound of his own voice, even though it may be seen as odd to some people, but in all honesty in this crazy fucked up world, who wasn't at least a little "strange" or "odd"?
After pulling himself out of his little bed, Deven pulled his pack towards him and began fishing through it for one of his four water bottles. Quickly finding one he unscrewed the cap and poured it's contents into his still opened canteen being extremely careful not to spill a single drop. After finishing the pour he gentle shook the canteen testing it's water levels, he could easily fit another full bottles worth of water in there, but after sparing a nervous glance at his remaining three bottles he instead elected to screw the caps back on and return the empty water bottle to his pack. He had found over time that keeping his canteen less then full helped him to conserve water, though he still made sure that he kept himself hydrated, he just had to make sure that he did so to the minimum in order to make his supplies last, that was at least until he could find more water.
Pushing himself up off the floor, Deven returned his canteen to it's usual place at his side connected to his belt before making his way to the window of his little shelter. He peered through the small crack of window on the edge of the armoire, scanning the immediate area for threats. Immediately he spied the forms of two undead which he had taken to just calling infected, an ironic term considering they were all already infected. The two infected were shuffling through the grassy field between his shelter and a row of trees that separated this apartment complex's yard from the next complex's yard. Through the trees he was able to spot at least one other infected in the yard of the next complex, other then that he was unsure. But these three infected where not the goal of his little scouting, no, beyond the next complex's yard was a street, the two being separated by another row of trees. On the far side of that street just barely visible through the trees was a sign for a "Northside Grocery". This had been the entire reason he had elected to sleep in this area, the other night he spied what he thought might have been a grocery store, but he was unwilling to risk the possible venture at night where he would mostly be relying on moonlight and flashlight to guide his way so instead he elected to backtrack slightly and find a place to rest.
Now during the day and thanks to a lucky pick of lodging Deven was able to clearly see the sign, which had been nearly invisible in the darkness of night, and could even make out the entrance to the local market despite the rainy overcast. Smiling happily to himself Deven turned back to his gear and he began rolling up his bedroll before returning it to it's spot near the top of his backpack. Once that was done he did a quick sweep of the area making sure he didn't miss anything before reaching into his still opened back and pulling out one of his granola bars putting it in his pocket. After that he zipped up the opened pockets and stood, lifting the pack with him before putting it on, making sure it was nice and tightly secured as he did.
Once he was certain he had everything and was ready he reached into his pocket and pulled out the granola bar, "Here's to a hopefully lucky haul." He silently said before opening the bar and taking a bite.
Atlanta, Georgia
United States
Silence, it was the eerie silence of the world that took so much getting used to. All the times where he had wanted silence, where he wanted all the noise from cars, plains, horns, and people to just go away. But now, everything was much more quiet...noise...noise had just become another enemy, another means to lead to another bloody end at the hands of monsters. But still, despite the danger of noise Deven couldn't deny that he missed all the sounds that filled the air before this madness all started. Sure sometimes the silence was beautiful and down right even welcoming. Other times he just wanted it to leave, he wanted to be back in that distant place where the world was so very loud.
Though today unlike almost every other day for these past two and a half months, where he would wake up to silence, he instead awoke to the patter of rain. The morning light was barely able to reach through the cloud coverage and around the barricade he had over the window, which was in reality, just an armoire tipped into the window ensuring no easy access nor a clear view of the room. He pushed himself up resting his upper body weight on his left hand as he rubbed his eyes with his right, brushing away any sleep that formed in the corners of his eyes.
Once done rubbing his eyes he dropped his arm back down and held himself up as he gazed about the room blinking his eyes as he did. The room was almost entirely dark thanks to the overcast day and to the armoire blocking what little light broke through the clouds. The rest of the room sat in a state of disarray, there were bits of debris of shattered glass and wood from broken picture frames, clay and glass chunks from broken vases and a plethora of other things laying across the floor including one baby sock, which Deven had found crumpled up in the middle of the room the night before. Whenever he looked at the sock he refused to think of what the fate of the it's owner may be.
In the corner of the room farthest from the door, which he had blocked with a dresser the night before, was a small area Deven had cleaned for himself and his gear. It was a fairly poor cleaning job as it mostly just involved him brushing away any debris he could find in the dark of night with his foot, but it did the job of giving him a relatively flat area to lay out his bedroll. Deven moved his tongue around in his mouth as he realized just how dry his mouth was, figuring he must have slept with his mouth open the night before he reached for the canteen sitting atop his backpack. Grabbing the metal bottle and unscrewing the lid, Deven proceeded to take a long fulfilling sip before lowering the canteen from his lips and sighing dishearteningly as he shook the now very nearly empty canteen.
"Damn" He mumbled. Talking to himself, at least in small little comments, was a habit he had been developing over these past two-ish months. It wasn't necessarily a bad habit as it helped him to keep his sanity and to remember the sound of his own voice, even though it may be seen as odd to some people, but in all honesty in this crazy fucked up world, who wasn't at least a little "strange" or "odd"?
After pulling himself out of his little bed, Deven pulled his pack towards him and began fishing through it for one of his four water bottles. Quickly finding one he unscrewed the cap and poured it's contents into his still opened canteen being extremely careful not to spill a single drop. After finishing the pour he gentle shook the canteen testing it's water levels, he could easily fit another full bottles worth of water in there, but after sparing a nervous glance at his remaining three bottles he instead elected to screw the caps back on and return the empty water bottle to his pack. He had found over time that keeping his canteen less then full helped him to conserve water, though he still made sure that he kept himself hydrated, he just had to make sure that he did so to the minimum in order to make his supplies last, that was at least until he could find more water.
Pushing himself up off the floor, Deven returned his canteen to it's usual place at his side connected to his belt before making his way to the window of his little shelter. He peered through the small crack of window on the edge of the armoire, scanning the immediate area for threats. Immediately he spied the forms of two undead which he had taken to just calling infected, an ironic term considering they were all already infected. The two infected were shuffling through the grassy field between his shelter and a row of trees that separated this apartment complex's yard from the next complex's yard. Through the trees he was able to spot at least one other infected in the yard of the next complex, other then that he was unsure. But these three infected where not the goal of his little scouting, no, beyond the next complex's yard was a street, the two being separated by another row of trees. On the far side of that street just barely visible through the trees was a sign for a "Northside Grocery". This had been the entire reason he had elected to sleep in this area, the other night he spied what he thought might have been a grocery store, but he was unwilling to risk the possible venture at night where he would mostly be relying on moonlight and flashlight to guide his way so instead he elected to backtrack slightly and find a place to rest.
Now during the day and thanks to a lucky pick of lodging Deven was able to clearly see the sign, which had been nearly invisible in the darkness of night, and could even make out the entrance to the local market despite the rainy overcast. Smiling happily to himself Deven turned back to his gear and he began rolling up his bedroll before returning it to it's spot near the top of his backpack. Once that was done he did a quick sweep of the area making sure he didn't miss anything before reaching into his still opened back and pulling out one of his granola bars putting it in his pocket. After that he zipped up the opened pockets and stood, lifting the pack with him before putting it on, making sure it was nice and tightly secured as he did.
Once he was certain he had everything and was ready he reached into his pocket and pulled out the granola bar, "Here's to a hopefully lucky haul." He silently said before opening the bar and taking a bite.
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