Zmerr

The Last of Us (Take 3)

-Laughs-

The Last of Us (Take 3)

Okay. Here's a suggestion. Chii runs. Zmerr chases. We run across Runa and Vala'Keer. That will bring us all back into the game.

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

Rick looked at the bandages as Jan held them out. They were better than nothing and certainly worth the trip. Every little thing they found would be worth it. Lara went opposite of Janet and Rick, making her way into the living room. She intended to pass through and go into the hallway, but was stopped when the dead woman on the floor began writhing. It surprised her and she readied herself to attack. The walker just lay on the floor, her neck and head moving as she snapped at Lara's feet. It was kind of pitiful really. She felt like she was doing the dead woman a service stabbing through her head with a detached chair leg. Tyreese looked back at Carol. "D'ya see somethin'?" He whispered. Carol held a finger up for a moment to silence him. After a few seconds, she stood up straight and brought the gun she'd picked up back to her side. "I think we're being watched. You stay here, I'll go warn the able." She handed Tyreese the gun and walked away. Glenn Rhee sat alone in the watch tower. He leaned on the bars and stared into the trees through the scope of his gun. He'd been so focused on the task that he hadn't noticed Carol come up behind him. "See anything?" She said, leaning next to him and looking at him. He jumped back, aiming at her for a second before seeing who it really was. "No. Just trees and walkers." Glenn sighed resuming his previous position. "Why? Have you?" Carol wasn't surprised that Glenn hadn't seen anything. There was only so much you could see through a scope. "Thought I saw somebody at the edge of the forest. "You sure it wasn't just a walker?" Glenn turned slowly. "It can be difficult to keep them straight sometimes." "No. Too fast." Carol looked out at the trees. "So you think we're being watched." Glenn stated more than asked. "Wouldn't surprise me. We do have enemies after all." She gave him a half smile as if the meaning of her words was equivalent to telling her neighbor her dog just peed on the carpet. She shrugged. What are you gonna do? These things happen.

Oasis (OPEN ignore reply numbers)

WOOHOO!!!

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

Rick led the way into the house. He returned his gun to its holster and pulled out a modified police baton. Merle made a psssssssht sound, honestly surprised the Governor was considering trusting Milton with such an... interesting job. It was certainly going to fail. Milton was easily manipulated. Sure, that could work in the Governor's favor, but it could just as easily work in Andrea's. She could inflict some serious damage if she needed to, not that she always preferred violence. If he knew her well enough, she'd probably sweet talk him into giving her information and possibly convince him to turn on the Governor himself. Merle wasn't totally onboard with the Governor either. The man was a basket case. But there were certain things he got out of following him that Merle didn't want to give up. Things like hot water, clean clothes and a bed were obvious. But there was also the respect from the citizens of Woodbury and the trust he'd spent months building. All things he would definitely give up if he left for Rick's teeny little prison home. It was definitely not worth it. Andrea paced for a few minutes. What was she supposed to do? She was sure that anything she reported to the Governor that she might possibly see at the prison would just be sloughed off like it was useless. She couldn't follow Governor and his men. They were long gone. She couldn't just go to the prison and join them as she'd brought on the personal quest to kill the Governor. She decided to just head back to Woodbury. Tyreese hummed quietly in the background. It was his way of "staying sane" when he was on gate duty. Carol paced back and forth along the grate, stabbing a walker now and then with her tire iron. She peered out into the forest and thought she saw something move. It looked like a human form. A walker? No. It moved to smoothly and quickly to be a walker. She motioned for Tyreese to be quiet for a moment. She listened for any sounds that would give away what or who she had seen. Just in that moment, a walker came up to the fence, reaching it's fingers through grate at Tyreese. It let out a hungry growl that was cut short by a sharpened cane through the forehead. Carol had looked up in surprise. She turned her attention back to the spot in the forest but could see nothing. Tyreese had no idea what Carol was doing, but whatever it was, she looked concerned. He figured she saw something fishy, but he could see nothing. Just trees, bushes and dead people. Not exactly the most pleasant sight, though a very common one now a days.

The Last of Us (Take 3)

I don't either, but I can't do anything without Drake...

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

Rick nodded at Daryl's comment. That should be good enough for now. It took the walkers a while to gather enough to be a real threat. Unless, of course a herd came by. After Jan had said her piece, he nodded his consent. He motioned for the two to follow him, refraining from using his voice to reduce the risk of danger. Sometimes, walkers heard pretty damn good for being dead. Lara came to stand behind Rick. She was still smiling, unable to not smile. She waved at Daryl and Sam before Rick began leading his grouplet in the opposite direction. This was going to be fun. Merle followed closely behind Martinez and the Governor. He always took the rear. This was mostly because he was the best of the three of them when it came down to detecting pursuers. His years of hunting had taught him the difference between something moving and something following. Andrea had been left by herself to watch the prison. She wasn't really sure why. She was rather irritated about it too. No word from the Governor. He just up and left with Merle and Martinez. Sometimes he really pissed her off. Killing him was sounding more and more like a good idea as the days went by. "Sure thing, Gov." Martinez held his gun up with the scope to his eye, following the taillights of the two vehicles as they drove slowly down the road. "I'll Get someone to keep an eye on her. No problem. How about Milton? He doesn't seem to be doing too much but sitting around and twiddling his thumbs these days." He smirked when Merle chuckled. He knew the man agreed to some extent. "Sure. Let the doctor keep an eye on her. That'll do us real good." He chuckled again. Martinez glanced at him just in time to see him shake his head. "Do you know anything 'bout Blondy? I'm tellin' you. You're gonna need someone bigger for that job. The bitch's talented.

Pokemon Amona Adventures (free roaming pokemon adventure rp)

Me neither!

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

-Laughs- I stole it from someone else... sort of. They used a different color for each paragraph even though they were only playing one character. I just adapted it to the multi-character idea. Edit: I also updated my character list so you (and I) Can remember what color belongs to who.

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

Rick pulled the car up next to Daryl's truck in a way that either vehicle could move without interfering with the other. He Looked at Jan, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Thanks, Jan. I know. I trust you." He got out of the car, silenced gun in hand, poised, ready to shoot at anything suspicious. He found nothing but a few walkers. He nodded at Daryl, signifying a good arrow to the head would be enough to hold them back for a long time. Andrea, thought quickly for a cover. "I heard something, but it was only a squirrel." She said it straight-faced, knowing it had the potential to be enough to convince just about anyone that she meant it. Merle eyed Andrea for a few second more before turning back to Martinez. "Let's get outta here before somethin' happens." He muttered, motioning for the younger man to follow. Martinez nodded at Merle, totally understanding where he was coming from. When the Governor smelled something fishy, he never let it go. He would be forever suspicious. Even if the person he mistrusted was his lover. Carol walked beside Tyreese, a tire iron casually resting on her shoulder. There was a moment of silence before she spoke up. "What do you think Rick has planned for Woodbury? Surely he can't just ignore it anymore." Tyreese looked at her with an I'm-not-really-surw-what-to-think kind of smile and a shrug. "Not a clue. I think he'll do what's best though. He's done a lot of great things, even before Sasha and I arrived. I think we'll be just fine." "I hope you're right." Tyreese was a little concerned about the tone Carol was using. It sounded like she almost didn't trust Rick. Did she still think he was suffering from grief and couldn't think properly? He himself knew that was no longer the case. Sure, Rick rarely smiled. He rarely laughed. He spent a lot of time alone and occasionally beat walkers beyond recognition. But he knew what he was doing.