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    1. Soundbyte 11 yrs ago

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Hm...well, glad there's still most of us here. c:
-pokes the roleplay with a stick- H-hello?
She rotated the guns in her hands, slashed at the closest zombies with the blades as she leaped down from the statue, hearing the men and their gunshots. She glanced behind her as she once more rotated the weapons, firing a few more shots to take down the next closest 3. She was counting her shots, and now she had only half the original amount. Keeping her face hidden, Niiu turned and ran, taking care to keep from tripping over the few headstones by the front gate. She slammed it shut behind her, and started to go past the men.

She slowed down, almost to a stop, and mumbled slightly to them, "Uh...T-thanks..." With that she started to scurry off, not wanting to stick around and converse. She had to come to a stop as she looked around in the dark, her eyes almost fully adjusted; she could at least see the silhouettes of buildings. She glanced around, trying to figure out which way her boarded up home was. Her heart was starting to slow back down, her breathing steadying after the little event.

Looking over her shoulder she raised her voice just enough to hopefully be heard, "Which way is the church?" If she knew that, she could get home quickly, her mind just wasn't working too well after the shock of the zombie attack.
I apologize for my absence, I was camping and have returned.
I'm going to wait for one or two more posts before I respond. I dislike replying so close to previous posts of mine. ^.^ 'Hope that's alright.
I was just browsing the casual section and came across this thread. Was there an interest check for this that explains the plot for your roleplay? The name caught my eye, and I was just wondering what it will be about, because I could potentially be interested in joining.
Niiu had eventually made it to the abandoned shop, only to find that it'd been wiped clean in her absence. She cursed silently to herself, and decided that the best she could do was raid abandoned houses to see what has been left behind. She hated the thought, as she found it a way of invading other's privacy, and whether they were alive or not didn't matter, she didn't have a right to break into their or their former residency. Even still, she had to survive, and she knew that she was bound to Paradise. She grew up here, and she was going to stay here and avenge her parents.

The older teenager turned, only to begin to hear voices once more. Again, not wanting to be seen, she pulled her dark cloak around herself and began to head in the opposite direction of the voices, not realizing that their destinations would be the same; the graveyard. However, she would arrive their first, and fearing the undead also, she would climb on the backside of a large cemetery monument. She hoped that the size of the statue against her back would hide her from the people whom she thought would only pass by.

She began to hear shuffling steps and gurgles, a bit of growling soon following. Her muscles stiffened and she drew her other pistol as well, one in each hand. Together they equaled merely fourteen shots, seven per gun. For her own sake, she prayed that whatever creatures lurked here, there would only be a few, not too many for her to handle. Usually she had to pick off one or two creatures at most during her stocking periods, and she cursed silently at herself for having to be so nervous around actual people that she'd rather face a seemingly death wish. She flipped the safety off on both weapons, staring dead ahead, where the noises were present. With the sun already set, it was taking her eyes a little longer than usual to adjust, and it was only when one of the foul undead was 15 feet from her monument that she was able to see it. And soon she began to see the others. They moved much quicker at night... At least it seemed that way.

She took half a second to aim at the monster's head and fired a shot as she began to shuffle from behind the monument, having to jump down the few feet the ledge she'd been standing on was elevated, knowing she'd likely have to run away soon. There were clearly too many. She was a fool to have wandered this way. She should have just hidden in the shop until they'd passed by.

"They're coming, we can smell them. Why don't you go after them instead? Their hearts are still beating, after all. They'll be easier to kill...." The voices in her head mumbled, and her lip twitched slightly, but she didn't turn away from the zombies. By now she'd fired four times, only enough to keep the damned things at bay. She stopped listening for the people now, more concerned with her life than them seeing her. Then again, if they did see her it might not end well; her choice of a cloak seemed awfully...witch-ly... A mistake could easily be made in the dark like this...
Niiu awoke to streams of light flowing in through cracks between crudely nailed boards over her window. Nowadays, one couldn't be too careful about where they slept or how well they were protected. In this moment of her life, she would often think about how she was merely surviving in this little town, now. It wasn't living, no, just instinctual acts to keep her blood pumping as cleanly as possible. She rubbed her eyes, scowling at herself as she felt the lengthy scar across one of her eyes, an accident from blacksmithing, but then she felt the warm red scar and sighed. Finally, the girl sat upright and grabbed the large blade from her bedside table and strapped it over her back. Her stockpile of food was dwindling, and it'd been awhile since she'd last left her residence. She needed to find more food as well as check on the state of the town.

Standing, she stretched and looped her belt over her cut off jean shorts, placing her gun x knife combination into the holsters on the side. They were shaped in an odd way, but that was because the weapon itself was rather odd. As she made her way over piles of laundry that needed washing, empty cans, full cans, etc., she grabbed a dark blue cloak from a hook on the wall. She tied the thin cord loosely at her neck, and pulled the hood over her face. She knew that if there were drifters, they might mistake her as something other than human, but to her, it was better than them seeing the scars that covered her body. She rested a hand on one of her weapons as she flung her door open, in case there was anything waiting for her. Several scents wafted into her nostrils, but besides that, there was no undead or otherwise harmful creatures in plain sight. She drew the pistol anyway, simply as a precaution. For a few minutes she didn't move and took in the new scents until she came to a conclusion.

'There's....people...here... Why?' She thought to herself nervously, not wanting to be seen by any of them. She shut the door and created a new route to her destination in her mind, and began to follow it, hiding the best she could in the shadows by abandoned or maybe occupied buildings, hoping no one heard her or saw her. She, at least, wasn't seeing them. It wasn't until she was a little ways off from the church that she began to hear the voices, but she dared not go near the building. Instead she ventured around it, at the border of trees. Of course, that made her far more nervous, but which was she truly more scared of- people inferiorating her or monsters that wanted to kill her? Well, in Niiu's poor little mind, they were equivalent. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest as she edgily watched both the church and the trees, fearing anything or anyone coming out of them. And so she began to run. Her shoes, which were quite torn up by now, created loud noises as they crushed the dried fallen bits from trees of the prior season. After several steps she stopped dead in her tracks; frozen in place, she looked around her, not even breathing, taking in the potential horror of her mistake.

Granted, most things didn't dwell too much at that time of day, but it was still very possible, and with the noise she'd just made, if there was anything, it was sure to have heard her. She held her pistol with both hands, careful not to catch her fingers on the blade. Slowly, she exhaled her pent up breath, having not heard anything. She began to walk again, keeping her nerves in check. She glaced at the church for half a second, and a voice welled up in her head.

"Go ahead, go inside. They'll all hate you for your scars. They'll know you were stupid. They'll know you were cursed. When they laugh, you should kill them. Shoot them or slice their throats... You know it'd be so much fun... to bathe in all of their warm blood...."

Several images of the scene flashed in her mind, and she keeled over and hurled, Standing back up straight she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, shaking her head. 'I just want them to go away. I just want the voices to stop... I hate this... Why me?' She thought, taking another moment to make sure there were no creatures following her again. Then she carried on with her mostly careful venture to the also probably abandoned by now food market. The town had gotten more desolate the longer she'd been gone in her little house.
Yay, I'll try to be on more, but it's what just works out with my eating and sleeping schedule XD
oh my, apologies on missing the interesting discussion on my character's weapon XD it is kind of like bayonet, but like...miniature, I guess. lol. Thought it looked cool and the idea is interesting, so I went with it xD

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I'm probably only going to be on once a day, if that's cool?
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