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One Job: Survive

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Madeline Thompson

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4 MAY 2074, 1127 HOURS
EASTERN PENNSYLVANIA

Madeline woke to the sound of hysteria —along with a little shattering glass. It seemed the zeds had found this small refuge, just as she knew they would. She had just hoped it would've been later rather than sooner. By the time she was on her feet the tile floors were already slick with blood. She started backing up while reaching for the M9 that was holstered on her hip. Madeline unclipped the gun, bringing it up while chambering a round...just to have it knocked out of her hand by a nearby zed. "Fuck!" she yelled, turning around to run for the back door. Something caught her backpack as she tried to run; between that and the slick floors she almost lost her footing. She shrugged the pack off, sprinting now towards the open door. One zed laid outside it, writhing to get back up, having apparently just been knocked down. She sidestepped its flailing appendages before running for the trees. Too close she thought as she met up with the other survivors.

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5 MAY 2074, 0530 HOURS
EASTERN PENNSYLVANIA

A loud banging woke Maddie from her sleep. She jolted up, curled fists ready to fight off whatever had come to kill them this time. The guy standing in the door was lucky; if she hadn't lost her gun at the station Madeline might've turned its sights on him. Shoot first, ask questions later. Her grandfather had taught her that, though thinking of him now would be too much to bear. She yawned, rubbing sleep from her fatigued eyes. Her body ached, longing to lay back down. She knew, however, that she had to work hard if she was to earn the survivors' trust; after all, she had only been at the station for one day before the attack.

Madeline glanced around at the others' faces. A mixture of worry, fear, anger, and fatigue looked back at her. She saw one woman quietly slink away from the group towards a work bench. Madeline knew having a good weapon would be much more important than arguing, so she followed discreetly. She moved fluidly, gracefully to where shorter woman stood, careful not to startle her. "Anything worthwhile?" Madeline asked in a warm voice, almost whispering.

One Job: Survive

Maddie

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Madeline Thompson

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~Age: 18 ~Gender: Female

~Weight: 129 lbs ~Height: 5'6"

Madeline is taller than most girls her age, though not lanky.
Her eyes are quite large, making her look as though she is always on edge. She has medium-length dirty-blonde hair and gray eyes.
Her clothing consists of slightly worn jeans, comfortable yet durable boots, a green undershirt, and her grandfather's thick brown coat.

One Job: Survive (A zombie roleplay)

Preeeeety interested. Been a while since I've participated in a good zombie rp

WARRIORS: TRIBAL (Act 1)

@Vashonn@ADParis Ish just got real.

WARRIORS: TRIBAL (Act 1)

Damn @Vashonn Rainpaw gettin straight bullied today.

WARRIORS: TRIBAL (Act 1)

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Interactions: @Silver Fox

As his mentor and Fernlight padded towards him, Wildpaw stared longingly out into the woods. It seemed like ages before they finally managed to catch up. As they exited the camp, heading northeast, Greycloud quizzed his knowledge of the territory.

"Wildpaw, do you remember what part of the territory rests between the Wavetribe and Ashtribe border?"

"Well, that would be..." Wildpaw started quickly before remembering that his knowledge far proceeded that which it should. He decided to play it safe rather than answer ostentatiously. "...um...maybe...Jagged Tooth?" He finished, hoping his feigned ignorance would go unnoticed. He was right, of course; many times he had been told never to go there unless he wished to join Deeptribe. It was well known by the kits and apprentices of Wavetribe, and therefore not something he would get in trouble for for saying.

Wildpaw eagerly followed his mentor as she led the group of cats deeper into the woods, closer to the Ashtribe border. From time to time he would crouch, pretending to stalk a leaf or stick, trying to be as silent as possible. The terrain they traversed was familiar to him; practicing was the only thing keeping him occupied besides the occasional quizzing from the two elder she-cats.

Eventually, the trees thinned, giving way to grey rocks. The mountains lay in sight just in front of them. Woah... Wildpaw's mouth opened in awe as his gaze fell upon the tallest, center-most peak. It had to be at least ten tree-lengths tall, he figured. He had never seen them, apart from catching glimpses from the camp or hunting parties. At night they appeared to be only large shadows in the distance. "Is that where Blazetribe's camp is? he asked Greycloud.

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Interactions: @Ambra@Vashonn

The camp began to quieten as cats dispersed to complete their daily duties. Stormfur heard Flamestorm call from behind her; apparently the young tom's party had returned. She looked over the fresh-kill pile, noticing the snake they had left to kill earlier that morning. "My, my. It was a big one." Stormfur affirmed Nightpaw's assertion. "It's hard to say," she continued, "After all, Leaf-bare is almost upon us. Are you prepared for the removal party? she asked them.

Her attention was taken from the two tomcats by the battle cry of Rainpaw. It seemed he fancied that fish well enough to fight a full-grown warrior for it. Judging by Iceheart's expression, he didn't enjoy having the young apprentice ruining his meal. Stormfur turned to Cavetooth, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Uh-oh. Better call your apprentice before he manages to lose an ear. I don't know if I would like having a twin." she said playfully, pointing her one good ear towards the commotion.

WARRIORS: TRIBAL (Act 1)

For now all is pretty normal (for Wavetribe at least). You can leave camp with shaman's permission.

WARRIORS: TRIBAL (Act 1)

That would be myself (Stormfur), Vashonn (two kitties), and whichever of your are coming @Ambra.

WARRIORS: TRIBAL (Act 1)

I've been semi-away for a bit, but I'll read over everything and respond today.
Wait I'm the only present GM now? Time to make some changes...

Pokemon homebrew anyone?

That would be fine by me.