MisterMonkeyFace

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Posting here before long Dookie? Not trying to be impatient or anything! Just wondering on whether I should hold off for a bit so I can see what you're doing first.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

...What're you apologizing for?

edit: Nevermind. Though I still don't see need for an apology. Just tryin' ta help. But thaaaat's me.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Well I knew that, I just wasn't sure if my post size was acceptable! Thankya though.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

I'm a tad worried that's enough, but I couldnt' think of anything really substantial to add right there.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

A slow yawn rose from Marc's mouth as he sat atop his rucksack, the chatter and shuffling of those packing around him only white noise in his ears as he slowly slid a small smooth stone along the blade of his carving knife. He began to hum to himself as his mind drifted to the home he and Nick had to leave behind. His blade collection and the several guns their father had kept around... If only they'd listened to him when the smoke started rising on the outskirts of town. 'Just a bonfire' they'd said... Within hours he and Nick we-.... With a little groan, Marc's hands froze and he looked up, scanning the horizon for his brother. Nowhere to be seen. He got up then and scanned again, his heartrate picked up speed as he began to worry. "Fuck man, where did you g-..." Nick coming from around a tree made him cut his speech off and sigh with relief...

Nick stretched and cracked his neck before folding his hands as he strode back into camp and crouched to begin packing his things up when his brother spoke up.

"Where the hell did you go?"

"Dude. I went to go piss. Chill."

"You know damn well you're supposed to say something before you go so much as five feet from the camp."

"I'm not a fuckin' baby, okay? I'll go take a leak whenever I want."

"Now what if someone had heard you and shot you thinking you were infected, huh?"

"Do I look infected to you? Stop treating me like a kid Marc. I can handle myself more than you could."

"That's not the point! The point is to..." Marc just groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose before standing to shoulder his ruck. "Fine, whatever man... Just get packed." With that said, he walked off. The two got into little spats like this all the time, but it never lasted too long.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Then I'm off to bed. Cheers.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

I might get a post in tonight if it's up within an hour or two.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

I'm one excited little monkey. First forum RP I'll have done in a long time.

Out of the Labyrinth.

I likes it. But I have a very pressing question...

Will it involve bananas?

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Hey, long as I'm in... I'm happy.