When'll you all be to the sporting good store?
Should I post before then and end it off with Gram getting cornered?
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hey hey im ryan or jeremy!
im nearly 16 (birthday is 9/7), i really like stuff like water and plants, im a wiccin/paganist whos trying to be a vegetarian, and a sociology/psychology student!
my gender is really complicated so i identify as a (trans/demi)boy for simplicity sake, and my sexuality is asexual and idekanymore-romantic, but i think im grey-aro, idk
im nearly 16 (birthday is 9/7), i really like stuff like water and plants, im a wiccin/paganist whos trying to be a vegetarian, and a sociology/psychology student!
my gender is really complicated so i identify as a (trans/demi)boy for simplicity sake, and my sexuality is asexual and idekanymore-romantic, but i think im grey-aro, idk
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Ooo, I like that idea
You got it, chief~
You got it, chief~
Thanks omg, I had to make up for my character not being in the beginning so I was like "Backstory stuff? Yeah, backstory stuff."
I hope my intro was okay o.o
On the first day of the apocalypse Gram had been working at the sporting goods store like usual; her regular outfit of red pants, a green turtleneck with sleeves that went to her lower elbows and a black vest on, a white headband pulling back her unruly blood red hair. Her mp3 player blasting in her ear playing one of her favorite songs
At first she didn't hear the screaming from the streets, her music turned up so loudly that she couldn't have heard if a bomb had been dropped outside of the store but then she saw glass shattering in the corner of her eye, as she turned her head she saw people jumping into the store, stealing things and fighting each other for items. She was so confused and angered but then looking out of the corner of her eye she turned slowly to see the people falling dead in the streets, killing each other to get past and then she saw them.
Festering skin, moans of hunger- from the deepest pits of hell.
She started to run, she had to get away from whatever the fuck those things were, it was her only instinct. Her black converse slapped against the hard ground, her music was still playing in her ear but now she could hardly hear it over the blood pulsing in her veins; louder than any music.
She ran away from the store to her car, trying to get in before someone stole it. Her door was locked, she always locked it when she got out and she had left her backpack in the break room. Swearing violently she turned her head out of habit and then broke the window with her elbow, cutting it up but not too badly.
She reached her hand in and unlocked the door, wiping away the broken glass shards with her gloved hand and leaning down; pulling off the panel that hid the wires to the old car, she was going to hot-wire it, she needed to get to her apartment.
It worked, the car roared to life and she slammed her foot on the gas pedal.
Pulling up to her apartment she ran upstairs; knocking fiercely on her door.
"Danny, Danny. Fuck. Danny open the door!"
"Gram?"
"Yes, it's Gram, now open the door!"
There was the sound of seven locks undoing and then the door opening, Gram ran in before the door was even halfway open then turned and closed it, her heart pounding, her MP3 player only half in her ear. She pulled out the ear buds and threw them to the side, looking at the young boy in the room who was currently relocking the door.
He was around seven years old, small, with blue green eyes and strawberry blonde unruly hair.
This was Danny, Grams little brother and 'adoptive son', she had taken him in after her parents couldn't take care of him anymore, she had only been seventeen at the time, but nevertheless, he was her responsibility and all she was thinking about was keeping him safe, the only family she had left.
"Gram what's going on out there? I heard screaming and guns and- And- on the news they said-."
Gram walked forward, pulling her brother into her arms.
"It's fine, we're fine, we're leaving. Now. We have to leave before it's too late."
"I don't want to go!"
"Danny this is no time to argue, we have to go, come on."
"I don't want too, it's too loud out there and too scary, I don't want to leave."
"Danny!"
He crossed his arms and backed away from her, his eyes filled with tears, as cold as Gram was she couldn't stand to see her brother cry.
"Fine, one night, we're leaving in the morning."
She knew this was dangerous, but she couldn't leave without Danny wanting too, if he didn't want to it was likely he would open the door while she was driving and jump out. He'd done it before.
On the second day of the apocalypse Gram walked out of the building, her brother in tow, only to find her car had been stolen.
"Fuck!" She screamed, pulling at her hair. Wearing the same clothes she had on last night.
"Gram what's wrong?"
"What do you think is wrong, Danny? My cars been stolen!"
"Don't yell at me!"
"Don't talk back to me!"
They continued like that for seven minutes.
"Stay here, go up to the apartment, stay there until I come back."
"Where are you going?!"
"I'm going to find a car, now go."
"I want to come with you!"
"No, don't be an idiot, you'll be safer here. I can't have you dragging me back while I look."
"...Fine."
Gram watched to make sure her brother got in the building before running off, going to find a car.
She looked for nearly five hours, every car she found was broke, dead, or had parts stolen from it. None worked, it was unbelievable; finally she gave up and decided to go back to find Danny and to travel on foot. Only, when she got back to the apartment and knocked on the door no one answered, "Danny?" She croaked, "Danny open the door! Danny!" She grabbed on the door handle expecting it to be locked, but the door swung right open.
She gasped in horror looking around, everything was gone or ransacked, her couch turned over, her tv broke and knocked down, her cupboards picked bare. But the only thing she was focused on was Danny, he was gone, nowhere to be seen.
She ran around the room, then the whole building, screaming for Danny but he didn't answer.
He was gone. Dead, or taken, either way he was gone; and it was Grams fault. She should have let him come with her, she should have known better than to leave a seven year old alone.
She walked up to her room and pulled the couch back upright and sat down on it, too shocked and forgone with grief to do anything but sit there.
A few days past before she realized how hungry and thirsty she was, honestly she didn't care, she didn't care about anything.
She could die and she didn't care, but she realized Danny might be alive. Might be somewhere, and he needed her. She had to find him, she had to get out of the state and find him.
She would start at the sports store, see if there was anything she could find there to help her. She walked there, the only thing she had was a water-bottle the thieves hadn't taken. She drained it of water and stumbled to the store. Her throat now drenched and a fire in her heart, a need to find her brother.
She started walking downtown to the sports store, hopefully, something would be there.
At first she didn't hear the screaming from the streets, her music turned up so loudly that she couldn't have heard if a bomb had been dropped outside of the store but then she saw glass shattering in the corner of her eye, as she turned her head she saw people jumping into the store, stealing things and fighting each other for items. She was so confused and angered but then looking out of the corner of her eye she turned slowly to see the people falling dead in the streets, killing each other to get past and then she saw them.
Festering skin, moans of hunger- from the deepest pits of hell.
She started to run, she had to get away from whatever the fuck those things were, it was her only instinct. Her black converse slapped against the hard ground, her music was still playing in her ear but now she could hardly hear it over the blood pulsing in her veins; louder than any music.
She ran away from the store to her car, trying to get in before someone stole it. Her door was locked, she always locked it when she got out and she had left her backpack in the break room. Swearing violently she turned her head out of habit and then broke the window with her elbow, cutting it up but not too badly.
She reached her hand in and unlocked the door, wiping away the broken glass shards with her gloved hand and leaning down; pulling off the panel that hid the wires to the old car, she was going to hot-wire it, she needed to get to her apartment.
It worked, the car roared to life and she slammed her foot on the gas pedal.
Pulling up to her apartment she ran upstairs; knocking fiercely on her door.
"Danny, Danny. Fuck. Danny open the door!"
"Gram?"
"Yes, it's Gram, now open the door!"
There was the sound of seven locks undoing and then the door opening, Gram ran in before the door was even halfway open then turned and closed it, her heart pounding, her MP3 player only half in her ear. She pulled out the ear buds and threw them to the side, looking at the young boy in the room who was currently relocking the door.
He was around seven years old, small, with blue green eyes and strawberry blonde unruly hair.
This was Danny, Grams little brother and 'adoptive son', she had taken him in after her parents couldn't take care of him anymore, she had only been seventeen at the time, but nevertheless, he was her responsibility and all she was thinking about was keeping him safe, the only family she had left.
"Gram what's going on out there? I heard screaming and guns and- And- on the news they said-."
Gram walked forward, pulling her brother into her arms.
"It's fine, we're fine, we're leaving. Now. We have to leave before it's too late."
"I don't want to go!"
"Danny this is no time to argue, we have to go, come on."
"I don't want too, it's too loud out there and too scary, I don't want to leave."
"Danny!"
He crossed his arms and backed away from her, his eyes filled with tears, as cold as Gram was she couldn't stand to see her brother cry.
"Fine, one night, we're leaving in the morning."
She knew this was dangerous, but she couldn't leave without Danny wanting too, if he didn't want to it was likely he would open the door while she was driving and jump out. He'd done it before.
On the second day of the apocalypse Gram walked out of the building, her brother in tow, only to find her car had been stolen.
"Fuck!" She screamed, pulling at her hair. Wearing the same clothes she had on last night.
"Gram what's wrong?"
"What do you think is wrong, Danny? My cars been stolen!"
"Don't yell at me!"
"Don't talk back to me!"
They continued like that for seven minutes.
"Stay here, go up to the apartment, stay there until I come back."
"Where are you going?!"
"I'm going to find a car, now go."
"I want to come with you!"
"No, don't be an idiot, you'll be safer here. I can't have you dragging me back while I look."
"...Fine."
Gram watched to make sure her brother got in the building before running off, going to find a car.
She looked for nearly five hours, every car she found was broke, dead, or had parts stolen from it. None worked, it was unbelievable; finally she gave up and decided to go back to find Danny and to travel on foot. Only, when she got back to the apartment and knocked on the door no one answered, "Danny?" She croaked, "Danny open the door! Danny!" She grabbed on the door handle expecting it to be locked, but the door swung right open.
She gasped in horror looking around, everything was gone or ransacked, her couch turned over, her tv broke and knocked down, her cupboards picked bare. But the only thing she was focused on was Danny, he was gone, nowhere to be seen.
She ran around the room, then the whole building, screaming for Danny but he didn't answer.
He was gone. Dead, or taken, either way he was gone; and it was Grams fault. She should have let him come with her, she should have known better than to leave a seven year old alone.
She walked up to her room and pulled the couch back upright and sat down on it, too shocked and forgone with grief to do anything but sit there.
A few days past before she realized how hungry and thirsty she was, honestly she didn't care, she didn't care about anything.
She could die and she didn't care, but she realized Danny might be alive. Might be somewhere, and he needed her. She had to find him, she had to get out of the state and find him.
She would start at the sports store, see if there was anything she could find there to help her. She walked there, the only thing she had was a water-bottle the thieves hadn't taken. She drained it of water and stumbled to the store. Her throat now drenched and a fire in her heart, a need to find her brother.
She started walking downtown to the sports store, hopefully, something would be there.
alright, i'll make an opening post now and end it with my character being trapped and wont post again until you all get there, that alright?
woo i just woke up, morning all
should i wait until you all get to the store to make a starting post or should my character take out the walkers herself and wait there for you guys to show up?
should i wait until you all get to the store to make a starting post or should my character take out the walkers herself and wait there for you guys to show up?
hmmm, maybe gram should be hiding out in the sports store?
alright~
i ll post in the morning, i have to sleep for now, feelin a bit sick bluh, so i need to rest, see you all in the morning, thanks for the help
i ll post in the morning, i have to sleep for now, feelin a bit sick bluh, so i need to rest, see you all in the morning, thanks for the help
alright, I'm going to head to bed and I'll make an intro post when I wake up, would anyone be kind enough to help me worm in? Maybe saying they saw me or something so i have a way to enter without it being weird and awkward?
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