[R] The Walking Dead - IC - (ALWAYS OPEN)

**Porcelain Doll** · 10-02-2012, 01:24 AM

[R] for potential gore, violence, horror, romance.
OOC
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This will always be open, feel free to jump in anytime.

What would you do if you walked outside and you saw zombies, roaming the streets? What would you do if you saw them, eating everyone in their path. What would you do if you lost your loved ones, not knowing if they are alive or not? What would you do if you were being attacked by one? What would you do, if one bit you? Nothing. You aren't yourself anymore, you can't control yourself. You are not human anymore. The lucky ones that are alive, are they really that lucky? They have to try and stay alive, try and keep others alive. They have to trust people, even complete strangers. They become vulnerable, confused, lonely, defeated. But they have to push through all that, it's the only way to survive the walkers. Will they live? Will they die?

- At least two paragraphs. If you can't think of anything to write, write about their past, their thoughts and feelings. A bit about their history and feelings would probably take a good two or three paragraphs. This will give you character some more depth and make it more interesting for yourself and others.

- Do not post again, if the person you have interacted with hasn't posted yet. This will stop all of the confusion and will keep everyone on track.

- You don't have to be with the group. It isn't necessary. We can form small groups and eventually get into a big group. Maybe a few pairs or so will join the group later on. This will make the roleplay more realistic and if everyone isn't together, it won't be as clustered.

- If you are going to be away/busy for some time that might affect the roleplay. PLEASE let me know! That way I won't have to chase after people and the roleplay won't be put on hold.

- Remember you can always make new characters. So don't be afraid to kill off some of yours

Accepted Characters:

Spoiler: Porcelain Doll - Katarina Lose

Character Sheet

Name: Katarina Lose
Age: 20
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Spoiler: Kat

Personality: Katarina is very vicious and intimidating. She finds it easy to hate someone and will hate them for any reason. She is very loyal however and will never leave anyone behind. You can either get on Kat's good or bad side. If you are on her bad side, she will never forgive you and does everything she can to hurt you. If you are on her good side she will protect you and never betray you. She is very strong minded and never lets anything get to her. Kat's biggest fear is if someone thought of her as being weak. She has a very short temper and even the slightest of things can make her furious. Her red hair definitely suits her fiery personality.

Before the break out of the walkers: Katarina hated her childhood. Her parents were very strict and found any excuse to punish her. Katarina was home schooled and wasn't allowed out of the house under any circumstance. This meant she was cut off from everyone, no friends. When Katarina was a teenager her fiery personality started to come out. She hated her parents for keeping her locked away inside a cage. Katarina tried escaping once by sneaking out of her bedroom window. This was quite a mission because her house was two-storied and her bedroom was obviously on the top floor. Katarina climbed out of her bedroom window and grasped a branch of a nearby tree. She was going good until she lost her balance on one of the lower branches and fell out of the tree. Katarina broke her arm and there was a huge cut on her face. It started from the top of her eye, just missed he eye and ended at the bottom. She still has this scar today. Her father cut down the tree and bolted her window shut. Katarina didn't give up though, she continued to try and escape even though she failed every time. She didn't know why her parents were so protective, she thought it was ridiculous.

During the break out of the walkers: Most people would of been horrified when the outbreak happened, scared to lose their family. But with Katarina it was completely opposite. He house was attacked by several zombies one night. Katarina was in the kitchen eating her dinner with her parents at the time. The family were terrified when their house was randomly attacked by these zombie looking creatures. Katarina raced into her bedroom as soon as it happened, her parents right behind her. Of course all of the windows were bolted so they had no way to escape when the zombies had followed them into her bedroom. Katarina had a huge wardrobe in her room, it was very thick and sturdy. The wardrobe door was always open because you could only open it one way, that's if you were inside it. The door locks and the only way you can open it is if you are on the other side (inside of the wardrobe). Katarina quickly jumped inside of the huge wardrobe and slammed the door shut after her. Her parents hammered on the door with their fists begging for her to open it. Katarina was too furious with her parents to do so and ignored them. Her parents cried in fear and tried to open the wardrobe up but it wouldn't budge and nor did she. It only took a couple of minutes for Kat to hear her parents' screaming when the zombies sunk their teeth into them. Katarina didn't feel any guilt what so ever, she believed they deserved it. She listened to her parents die as she stayed hidden inside of her wardrobe.

What she's doing now: Katarina escaped from her wardrobe and her house. She was free at last. Kat has never felt so free in her life, she could finally breathe. Katarina has never thought back to that night and regret her decision. Now she is roaming the streets on her own, killing walker after walker. She uses long sharp knives as her weapons which she found in an alleyway beside someone who was dead. Katarina had taken them quickly and stabbed the person in the head so that they didn't turn into a walker.

Spoiler: Porcelain Doll - Ruby Smith

Character Sheet

Name: Ruby Smith
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Spoiler: Ruby

Personality: Ruby is kind hearted like her sister, but she has a tough side to her. She can be quite nosy and gets into people's business a lot. She hates it when people keep the harsh truth about reality from her. Ruby can be very stubborn and it's hard to persuade her to do things, she hates being bossed around. She knows how to twist her big sister around and get her to do anything for her. Rochelle would do anything for Ruby, so she usually falls into her sister's traps. Ruby would put anyone before her though, just like her sister.

Before the break out of the walkers: Ruby is the youngest daughter in her family, her big sister Rochelle she loves a lot. They very rarely have fights, they are more like best friends than sisters. Her parents are hard on her though, encouraging her to be like Rochelle. But Ruby doesn't want to go to university, she wants to explore the world. Ruby gets sick of being compared to her sister sometimes, even though she loves her and looks up to her, she doesn't want to be Rochelle. Ruby goes to the local highschool which isn't too far from her house. Her grades aren't that great, if she actually put the effort in she would get excellent marks.

During the break out of the walkers: Ruby was in her chemistry class at school, one of her favourite lessons. She was gazing out of the window when suddenly an ugly creature jumped up against the window. Ruby screamed which attracted more of these creatures, they were bashing on the window which eventually broke. The whole class and the teacher made a bolt to the door, screams and cries echoed down the school hall way. Students and teachers flooded out of the school, some didn't make it and were being eaten alive by these horrible monsters. Once Ruby got outside she didn't know where to run, she didn't think quickly enough and one of the zombies was on top of her. Ruby screamed and tried with all her might to prize the zombie off of her, someone pulled her away, her leg inches away from being bitten. It was Rochelle. The two of them ran home, tears rolling down their cheeks.

What she's doing now: Ruby and Rochelle are now stuck inside their house, their parents no where to be seen. Ruby is convinced that they are dead, but Rochelle keeps telling her that they are alive. Ruby has tried to tell her sister that they really need supplies. The first time ever, Rochelle didn't listen to Ruby's idea. This angered Ruby and she became frustrated with her sister, they would die if they didn't get out soon. Ruby keeps asking her sister and she knows that Rochelle will give in eventually.

Spoiler: Lost - Christopher Myles Lowe

Spoiler: Lost - Michael Anthony Ross

Spoiler: bluemoon - Bridget Zeller

Name: Bridget Zeller (Bree)
Age: 24
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Spoiler: Bridget

Personality: Bree is typically a serious person, her previous life a difficult one that forced her to make a lot of hard choices. She comes across as cold-hearted, but it is mostly a front to keep others from interfering in her life. Determined and head-strong, she stands up for herself and speaks her mind without any care for the consequences. She will work hard to get what she wants or needs, believing that anything worth having is worth fighting for. Although it takes a lot to get to know her, she is loyal to her friends and would do anything in her power to help them.

Before the break out of the walkers: Bridget was serving a ten year sentence in a mental institution after setting her house on fire, which resulted in the death of her mother and father. She was found guilty of the crime, but due to the suspicious circumstances, she was given a lighter sentence based on the verdict of temporary insanity.

During the breakout of the walkers: Bridget began to plan her escape when the plague of the undead struck the town. The patients had limited knowledge of the attack--news of a rabies-like illness had reached their ears a few days before, but assurances of a cure kept the panic to a minimum. Following the event of a night shift nurse arriving with her wrist wrapped lightly with a stained bandage, the morning began with its normal routine. Patients lined up for their morning meds and the nurse appeared to be sleeping, her head resting on her arm across the desk. Roused by the next shift’s nurse, the infected woman attacked her and a struggle ensued. Bridget saw her chance, as did several other patients, and with the frenzied attack in full swing, she entered the nurse’s station and snatched up the ward’s keys and card. The building’s alarms were set off as soon as she made her way out of the first door, triggered not by her escape, but by the commotion behind her.

What she's doing now: Surviving any way she can, Bridget roams the city searching for food and shelter.

Spoiler: ElizabethStark - Ester Locke

Name: Ester Locke
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Weapons: Machete

Personality: Ester is loving and caring, she hates to see others getting hurt and will normally do something about it. She is a very strong individual, if she has to make a hard decision and if it's best she will do it. She's good at handling situations and a large group of people; which would make her strong on leadership. She's got a lot of heart and compassion even though she's the type to make tough decisions. She is very loyal once she is able to trust a person, her loyalty is very strong; she'll stick by your side even in the stickiest of situations. She does not judge or underestimate people before she even truly knows them. She is a very good convincer, very intelligent and wise. She thinks a situation through before going head first into it. She is also very stubborn.

History: My history isn't very pleasant.. I had been living happily with my parents, everything was perfect. Things got a lot better once Anna was born, she was such a beautiful little girl. Four years after Anna was born, I was fourteen years old; something dreadful happened. My parents had been murdered in cold blood by my psychotic uncle, he held me at gun point once finished butchering up my parents, I had witnessed the whole thing. Thank God Anna wasn't there to see it, she had been at some girl scouts thing at the time. Police showed up in time to rescue me from my uncle's grip, however they weren't the ones who had really saved my life. The police had been telling him over and over to let me go. It had gone on for at least an hour before I finally gathered up enough courage to convince him to let me go. I'm quite the convincer, good with sympathizing and such. My uncles sentence was life in prison without parole.

After that, Anna and I lived with my uncle's wife; my aunt. I knew she was in a lot of pain, she loved my parents, she was my father's sister. We were all grieving for our loss, but I knew the pain could not last forever. I made sure Anna was happy, my aunt couldn't fulfill the motherly role that Anna needed; so I filled that role. I had to be happy, and also smile for her. And so I did.

Current Situation: Ester is hiding up in a treehouse with Anna that she had found when the walkers[currently 'monsters' since Ester isn't exactly sure what to make of them] showed up; it's near a supply store which is great. Unfortunately more and more walkers are showing up around the store making it difficult for Ester to reach it. She figures she should find coverage elsewhere, but is afraid of Anna's safety. Since the treehouse is high and the walkers are stupid, it's a perfect place to stay. However, Ester knows she can't stay here forever. She is currently thinking of her next move.

Appearance https://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/20...ofautumn87.jpg
[Ester's eyes are blue like her sister's]

Relations: Anna-Little sister

Spoiler: ElizabethStark - Anna Locke

Spoiler: LegacyDreams - Ilia Captor

Spoiler: LegacyDreams - Jason & Ella Captor

Spoiler: TheShadeofBlue - Isaac Marlow

Name: Isaac Marlow
Age: 27
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 185 lbs
Appearance:

Spoiler: picture

Personality: Isaac is generally calm, analytical, and left-brained. In assessing any situation, he typically will put his emotions aside and consider the situation quite abstractly. Generally blunt and to the point, Isaac can sometimes come off as rude, though he generally means well. He is driven by an intense and unyielding sense of morality that sometimes puts him at odds with others who may see his personal sense of right and wrong as far too inflexible and impractical given the state of the world. He would sooner die than abandon another person to this nightmare.

Before the break out of the walkers: Isaac is the son of an Caucasian-American man and a Japanese woman. In addition, he has a 24 year old sister and a 19 year old brother. His parents met at UCLA where his father was studying Engineering and his mother was an exchange student studying linguistics. Shortly after he was born, his parents moved to the East Coast where Isaac had a relatively regular, middle-class life. After coming of age, he returned to California to study at UCLA as his parents had. In college, he studied Microbiology, earning a PhD for a dissertation on rapid mutations in bacterial life-forms.

During the break out of the walkers: Isaac awoke one morning to find the city in complete and utter chaos, with word of riots breaking out all over the city. After a day of watching news reports, he came to realize this was something far beyond a regular riot. Upon learning it was a nation-wide epidemic, Isaac panics and immediately sets out to return to the East Coast and find out what happened to his family.

What he's doing now: After running out of gas and finding no safe spot to refuel, Isaac sets out on foot. He manages to avoid the undead by moving quickly and lightly. He's currently passing through another neighborhood in search of some food or medical supplies to help sustain him before he ultimately continues his journey to the East Coast.

Spoiler: Ryokokalin - Wilhelmina Engel

Spoiler: luxwolf - Sans Lupo

Name: Sans Lupo
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Status: Single
Crush: Open

Personality: Outspoken and studious, Sans is naturally inclined to announce anything he has learned but as for integrity, he’s still working on it. He’s dedicated to duty and will rise to the occasion. While he has a respect for authority, he does not follow blindly. He has a sympathetic nature, to a fault; when swift and prompt determination is required, he falls back on rationalization. He’s especially drawn to and is comfortable around eccentric people because they’re more understanding when it comes to his unusual luck and knack of pointing out omens. Even though Sans is spiritual, he worries to the last meticulous detail. He cares about harmony in the group and will go out of his way to quell any conflict, despite that it isn’t any of his business. He pretends he is subordinate and reluctant, but on the inside, he is commanding and has a vast source of energy and ambition. His neurotic drive for survival makes him paranoid.

The Beginning: Sans was an electrician in Atlanta just to make ends meet, but he was most happy casing his art in galleries as a photographer and the one-night stands he’d pick up from clubbing downtown. He screened the calls and ignored family, because they always were requests or dilemmas. All he worried about was gym, tanning, laundry and the debt he found himself in after college. He noticed the rise in the production of zombie movies and laughed at the zombie-themed proms. Unable to keep it to himself any longer, Sans brought it up one night, smoking cannabis with his buddies in their apartment: “I mean, like right now, corpses staggering around that corner. What would you do? What’d be your first thought?” After an hour of hearing elaborate escape plans, he was left with questioning whether if they’d actually commit to the plans. Little did he know that he would find out.

The End: Sans was commuting on the subway beneath Atlanta. Exhausted, he crossed his arms to secure his backpack in his grip, laid his head on the glass, and hid under the hood from the harsh fluorescent lights. Abrupt screaming startled him awake before a man collapsed on top of him, his neck chewed apart by a walker. Sans jerked at another scream down at the end of the compartment; three other walkers were advancing on their prey as they were softly battered with purses and bicycles. Slow banging from the other compartment made him look at a window where a bloody silhouette of a teenage girl was being devoured. In the entire time that he clutched his backpack, the subway had gradually stopped. Doors scraped open and kept for some time. From the inside, he watched crowds fled for the escalators. Sans realized he was no longer sleeping on his way to lunch break. He desperately kicked the walker out of his path and jostled his way towards the surface. Screeching collisions in traffic, thuds of the bodies fallen out of skyscrapers, and distant gunshots hammered his ears, but chillingly, there were absolutely no sirens. That told him: this was the end.

The Aftermath: Stoned in his apartment, Sans peers out the window, mulling over his next move.

Spoiler: MaskofSilence - Jace Langston

Name: Jace Langston

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Personality: Jace is someone who can be described as a laid-back, down to earth kind of guy. He is generally very friendly toward people and willing to put his life on the line for a complete stranger. Honest and hard-working, he knows what he wants and how to get it. Jace has a high pain tolerance and he doesn't like it when people have to worry about him. He can be very stubborn and strong in his belief. His intelligence, humor and quick-wit are what help to keep him sane and alive.

Before the breakout of walkers: A Senior at University of Chicago, Jace was majoring in Public and Social service. He was on his last year of his Bachelor's Degree and getting ready to get his Master's. He was in several clubs, all which volunteered, and was the goalie/ forward on the soccer team. Although he did play other spots, soccer is what he had always been best at and what he loved. He lived on campus with his long time friend, Lucas. Overall, he made good grades in his classes and wasn't much of a party-er.

During the breakout of walkers: Jace was visiting his parents in Douglas, GA, during one of his breaks when the outbreak happened. He was in the house with his dog, Milo, watching "NCIS" and having breakfast when Milo started to bark madly at the dog. Thinking nothing of it, he told Milo to "stand down". It was when he heard the scream that he knew something was wrong. Grabbing the baseball bat out of the coat closet, he than ran and threw open the door. The sight that greeted him almost made him sick; a women was on top of his neighbor, Mrs. Robinson, and was eating into her flesh. Without thinking much about it, he ran out, Milo following close behind him. Bring the bat down on the women's back, she crumpled. Seconds later, she started to move again. He hit her over and over till she stopped. Hearing a fierce snarling behind him, he turned to find Milo teeth dug in to Mrs. Robinson's neck, but she was still moving even though she ought to be dead. It was then that Jace realized what was going on, he had seen the clips on the new about the dead coming back. Bring the baseball bat up, he then brought it on top of Mrs. Robionson head, ending her there. Calling Milo and running back insde, and started to prepare for the worst.

What they are doing now: Right now, Milo and Jace are held up in their house. Jace has survived by stealing food and supplies from the other houses around him because everyone seems to be either dead, undead or gone. He is not ready to leave yet, but he also knows that if he tries to survive on his own, that he will not make it. Packing up a backpack, he has deiced that he might leave and try to find other survivors.

Other: He will be using one of his bike as a method of travel. Milo, who is a Great Pyrenees, is also coming with him. Milo is has been very well-trained and is a smart dog. He does not bark a lot.

Spoiler: Heson Shadowbane - Janet Mullen

Name: Janet Mullen
Age: 27
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Spoiler: Janet

Personality: Slow and careful to put it in a short way. She had always been careful but since the accident she's taken it even slower to make sure that she does things right. A very careful listener and prefers having contact with someone physically since she can't see anyone.

Before the break out of the walkers: Janet was a promising medical student in college, spending many of her nights with her face in a book, studying hard. She had dreams of becoming a doctor like her father while even working to pay her own way (mostly) through college. However, her dreams were almost shattered one day due to one of her party animal like friends. It was a chemistry class they were in and the teacher had stepped out for a moment.

Her friend had mixed some chemicals together which caused the mixture to react explosively and splashed into Janet's eyes. The chemicals burnt away her sight and scared her face around her eyes. Her dreams of becoming a doctor had shattered in that moment as she spent the next few months in the hospital and in therapy. Her father helped save part of her dream by working with the university to teach his daughter nursing in a way that can be handled with her new handicap. She finally graduated a year ago as a legally blind nurse to a standing ovation from the entire university.

During the breakout of the walkers: Janet had been working in a little family clinic in Atlanta when the outbreak started. They didn't get the bad cases that the hospitals did, but they got enough that soon the clinic was a bad place to be. Janet survived because one of the clinic workers shoved her into an empty examination room and told her to stay there and to not open the door no matter what. She listened to him, cowering behind the exam bed as the screams and the moans reached her ears. She isn't exactly sure how long it was but eventually it got silent enough that she shoved some medical supplies in a bag before leaving the exam room. She listened as she made her way to the break room, grabing her braile labeler and her walking stick along with some food and drinks that were lying around. She didn't think this would be a safe place to stay and decided to head out and try to make it back to her place.

What she's doing now: Janet mightbe one of the few people that haven't put down a Walker, due to she's used her more focused hearing to avoid any sort of contact with them in the first place. She had intended to go home from the clinic, but due to the detours she had to make and the lack of city sounds she has gotten lost and she isnt too sure of what building she is currently hiding in or where it is located. At one point she lost the sunglasses she usually wore to hide the scaring around her eyes so she just grabbed some sort of white cloth and covered her eyes with that.

Spoiler: SolCandiez - Junko Liu

Name: Junko Liu
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: https://s1.favim.com/orig/5/4minute-a...com-161315.jpg
Personaility: She’s kindhearted, and compassionate. Raised to be well mannered and ladylike, by her prestigious parents. She was the follower type of people. Always going where her friends took her, she loved to hangout, go out shopping, partying, a night on the town was her favorite. She is a total gamer, and music lover. She loves being creative, sassy, and cocky at times. She loved making new friends, “The more the merrier” that was

of her mottos. She’s described as a total Spazz.
Before the outbreak of walkers: She graduated from Dance Academy, and with the help of her parents bought and fixed up a little dance studio of her own. She taught teenagers and young children less fortunate how to dance and have fun, she held tons of dance contests and events to raise up money for charities and such. She was recongized for her skill, it wasn’t till a group of her friends talked her into competiting in a national dance contest her career took off from there. She was one of the top ten best dancers in the region. Call it dancing fever, but there wasn’t a time she couldn’t stop tapping her foot ; moving her hips ; or scooping her shoulders side to side. Like dancing had tunneled into her system, just like music. She was adapted to each individual rhythm.
During the outbreak of walkers: She was just in her studio alone, after hours going over her moves. All a sudden she hears a scream in the distant. She tried peering out the window to see but saw nothing in the darkness. All she could hear were more screaming from afar, followed by gun shots. She become worried. Worried about her friends, her parents, everyone she ever knew she was worried about. She quickly grabbed her jacket and ran outside to see all the comotion. That’s when she say it all, the dead up and walking around killing people, and eating them alive. This made her sick to her stomach, she tried to save them, only able to distract some walkers so other people could run, that’s when the thought of her patents flashed through her mind. She wanted to know if they were okay and safe. She ran back to her studio, locking the door and hiding in the back office, she grabbed her cell phone and called their home in Tokyo. The line was disconnected, making her worry even more.
What she’s doing now: She is still trying to contact her parents today, without any luck. So until then, she tries helping others best to her abilities, there are countless times she tries saving someone from a bite, but when her back is turned its too late, it hurts her heart having to put them down like animals, its inhumane. She doesn’t know how to use guns. She knows all forms of Japanese and Chinese fighting styles. She’ll use a switchblade she carries around in her back pocket as the only “weapon” she has. Being on her own is also terrifing, she grew up, always being around someone and being attached, now that she’s alone she doesn’t know what her plan of action is. “Protect myself, and run”

Spoiler: SolCandiez - Silvana Maria*Novelo*

Name: Silvana Maria*Novelo*
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship: Single
Crush: Open

Appearance:*https://obamapacman.com/2009/12/miche...driguez-beach/

Personality: Growing up with five older brothers and three younger brothers, she was always a Tom boy. She didn't care what people said, "Live is short" she learned from her brothers, if people didn't like her why would she try acting like something she's not. She was also mothering--well more big sisterly, when she was left to baby sit her baby brothers. She's humorous, out-going, a great athlete, and a over all great person, she loves making friends, and helping others. She would be serious at times, but only meant she loved and cared for you. *

Before the break out of the walkers: She had her heart set on joining the Army. She took ROTC all four years of high school, she committed time in the Army Reserves, and each summer, went to a Army Bootcamp. Her older brothers were already in the Army at that time, and were deployed over seas. Her little brothers taking ROTC in 10th grade.*

During the breakout of the walkers: She was coming home to tell her family the great news, she was finally in the Army, but she was determined to work hard. Her radio turned to a emergency broadcast, talking about the dead (walkers) up and walking around, they said to stay indoors, board up all doors and windows, and sit tight until the Military role in. She slammed on the gas, trying to make it home, she loved watching Zombie movies as a child, she knew what to expect. She ran into her house calling for her parents, and little brothers. She saw that lots of the furniture from the door, to the kitchen and living, then she saw a blood trial. She pulled a shotgun from her dad's hunting cabinet, loaded it, and aimed it steadily as she followed the blood trial, she peered in but it was already too late. She found her parents half eaten bodies. She fell to her knees in tears, crying, she closed both her parents' eyes,and prayed. She got back to her feet, after she searched the rest of the house she still couldn't find her brothers. Her only thing she could believe in was her older brothers taking her younger brothers to safety. That's all the false hope she had.

What she's doing now: She's on the road, traveling, stopping for supplies, gas, and guns. She rides her dad's old motorcycle, with the passages car attacked to it, she puts her duffle bag in that, hopefully she'll find surveyors. She's not too big on being alone.

Location: Hidden in the fenced in community half the RP's group is.

Spoiler: SoulReaper --Markus Valentino-Leonardo Olivetti

Name-Markus Valentino-Leonardo Olivetti
Age-26
Description-6"8',Black Hair,Dark Brown eyes that ooze intensity.Sculpted face,athletic body.Strong arms,strong,toned upper body.
Dark Clothes are his preferred choice, for sneaking around. Those are the only kind of clothes he has gathered.
Bio-Before the apocalypse, Markus joined the Army,eventually going so far as an Army Ranger.Once he passed Ranger School and was able to come back home, he became a Bartender/Bouncer. He got a girlfriend, had a normal, fun life. The day of the outbreak, he was coming home from work, and as he was driving, saw a man being attacked by a walker. He got out of his car only to find the man dead, and a very sickly looking person walking towards him. As a child he loved zombie movies, so due to his quick mind, put two and two together. He quickly got back into his vehicle, and drove to the nearest gun shop. Luckily, it was early, so not many people knew what was going quite yet. He bought a decent amount of ammunition and weaponry, as well as some survival gear and weapon maintenance kits.
When he got home, he saw that his girlfriend had opened the door to a walker, and was attacked. By the time he had killed the infected, he had to kill his girlfriend.
Putting his mind on survival mode, he gathered all the useful things in his house, and began to load them into his car. He had a few military grade weapons, and a substantial amount of ammunition for them, so he grabbed those, and headed out. He quickly drove to a grocery store, and after realizing people were finally waking up and gathering supplies, got all he could, which was a good amount for a small group of people, and rushed out of the store without paying.
He called up the only two friends he kept in contact with from the Army, and because they lived close to each other, they all met up, luckily with enough supplies to keep them healthy for a substantial amount of time. Over a period of time, they gained a few survivors, lost some, and in the end, his two friends were killed by two fake dead walker.(The ones that lay there until someone shows up.)
Since then, he's been all over, staying away from groups, and gathering gas and supplies.

Weapons-One M4A1 Military Grade Assualt Rifle with flashlight, grip and ACOG scope.
One Glock.45
One 12 Guage Shotgun
One Hunting Rifle
Two Revolvers
Four Hunting Knives

Location-Close to one the RPs big groups.

Spoiler: SanAndreas - Aieko Littlesea

Spoiler: SanAndreas - Kimiko (Kim) Hokkaido

Spoiler: BurningSun22 - Julie Clearwater

Name: Julie Clearwater
Age: Twenty-two
Gender: Female

Appearance:
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Personality: Julie appears to be a soft-hearted and sweet woman, with kind words and a gentle touch, but that is only on the surface and to those she keeps at a distance. In reality Julie is a head-strong go getter that can be merciless in her actions. Sometimes cut throat to get what she wants. Julie is highly motivated and determined. Ambitious doesn't even begin to describe her. She even has a wild side, doing outrageous things to get an adrenaline rush. But that is not to say she isn't fair, accepting, or generous. She is just honest, calls it likes she sees it, and her actions can tend to be more in favor for herself rather than others. Julie also has a hard time letting others in and to show signs of weak emotions like fear, sadness, etc.

Before the break out of the walkers: Julie lives in the middle of nowhere up in Maine with her large family. There are six children total, 2 sisters and 4 brothers. She is the older of the two sisters and the second eldest over all. Since there was never anything to do up in Maine Julie took to many outdoorsy activities such as: hunting, four-wheeling, mud wrestling, hiking, rock climbing, and archery. She also became a hands-on amateur mechanic. Julie was bored easily..so she never stood still for too long and always tried new things. However, she took the bow really well and is a good aim with a gun. And despite being apart of a large family..Julie never felt like she really belonged and was somewhat of the outcast. It was just always hard for her to connect to other no matter how many times she smiled and was nice to others. So after awhile she would act nice but deep down was only concerned for herself and did what benefited her. After graduating high school Julie won a scholarship to a school in New York to become a nurse. After her schooling she landed a job in Upstate New York as a clinical nurse.

During the break out of the walkers: Julie was making her rounds at the hospital and checking on her patients when one had slipped away just as she was checking his vitals. So she called the doctor and they tried to revive him, but couldn't. So just as they were about to leave the room to prepare the paperwork and to contact the family..the patient woke up gasping for air and was like a maniac. In an instant he jumped onto the doctor attacking him and eating his flesh. They called for security but no one seemed to come for help. So thinking fast, Julie grabbed the IV drip needle and sunk it into the patient's eye after he came after her. Then he fell to the floor dead next to the doctor. Julie then heard frantic screaming and strange moans coming from the hallway. She stepped out into there to see a mad house of chaos. People were attacking others and eating them! Knowing she had no time before she was someone's next meal..she grabbed some medical supplies that she could use as weapons and escaped, taking down the walking dead. When she came into the parking lot she broke into a car, hot wired it, and drove away to escape the nightmare. But sadly she had to realize the nightmare was even going on inside of her whole community. She high tailed it to her house, grabbed some weapons and supplies and fled the county...only to be pushed full throttle into the walking dead epidemic that seemed to have swept up the nation.

What she's doing now: Julie had been traveling with a small group of four people, keeping her distance, and not saying much, but still contributed to their survival. Her main weapon of choice now was a cross bow. But her back up weapons were two pistols she carries around her belt and a dagger she keeps hidden in her boots. Last night while they were camping..the person on guard had fallen asleep and they were ambushed. SO Julie fought off the ones that she could and it was too late for the others..so she snuck off and has been keeping a low profile ever since.

Spoiler: deamonstalker - Damien Bucksteed

Spoiler: dooming803 - Dominic (Dom) Wilux

**ElizabethStark** · 10-02-2012, 09:07 PM

With a quick slash of her machete the walker's head separated clean off from the rest of its body. It was already getting pretty dark, Ester hurried back to where she was taking shelter, a treehouse in the backyard of an abandoned small house. She had with her a couple of supplies in a backpack she had found laying around in the streets, though she did not find much. She couldn't get into the convenient store; so she had to find resources scattered on the ground. She had had to tie her long black hair back because it would get in the way, as much as she didn't want to cut it.. It seemed as though she had no choice, it could end up getting her killed. She would cut it sometime this week. Anna's hair was already cut down short, she couldn't allow Anna to end up getting turned.

Once she reached the treehouse, she scouted around to see if any walkers had crawled into the backyard, none had appeared. She climbed up to the treehouse, there was no ladder so it was slightly difficult to get into. But thanks to her excellent agility and ability to climb, she had no trouble at all.

Ester threw the backpack into the treehouse and then climbed in and shut the hatch.

"Ester!" a small, light childish voice had called out to her; Anna. Ester quickly shushed her. Anna was a cute and innocent six year old girl; her hair was a bright blond color and slightly curly, her eyes were a beautiful blue color which was more profound on her than it was on Ester's. Her skin a light color, somewhat like Ester's which was slightly more lighter.

"You need to stay quiet Anna," Ester whispered,"I'm not sure what those monster's are attracted to; it could be sound, smell, anything." Anna looked down at the backpack and began looking through it. Ester sighed,"I couldn't find much, I think it's time we go elsewhere; our supplies are running low and the convenient store is outta my reach. It's nearly flooded with those things. I can't risk going in there."

"But where will we go sis?" Anna asked worriedly. Her face suddenly brightened up,"Wait, we should go to auntie's store; she should be there right?"

Anna's right, their aunt had been at work when this all happened, however; Ester doubted she was even alive. But there was a small possibility she was and it was a start. With a warm smile Ester spoke with motherly gentleness,"You're probably right, it's a good place to search. It's a long walk from here, do you think you can make it?"

"Of course!" Anna jumped up in excitement,"I can't wait to see auntie Meagan." it's amazing how much a little girl could go through so much and still be so happy even when the world seemed to be ending. An admiring trait; she would need that.

"I suppose we'll get going in the morning," Ester paused for a moment to gather her thoughts; they'd have to get through the neighborhood to get to the open field rode which lead to their aunt's utility store, which was about six miles east from that rode. Getting out of the neighborhood wouldn't take too long, about five minutes at most. However, with all the walkers about; it could take ten minutes. It was going to be difficult especially with Anna, but it was possible; she would follow through with her plan in the morning.

"Alright Anna, get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow." with a kiss goodnight for Anna, she nestled Anna in her arms.

"Goodnight sis," Anna spoke sleepily and ended up falling asleep a few minutes later. Unfortunately Ester couldn't seem to find any sleep, she was restless. There had been a small opening above; looking out into the stary night she couldn't help but sort of doubt trying to live was actually worth it. But for Anna, she would try. No matter what.

**bluemoon** · 10-04-2012, 03:15 PM

Killing was a skill that some people were trained for and others seemed to come by naturally. It was their shine. Bridget was not sure which category she fell into, but she hoped it wasn’t the latter. She had spent the last seven years trying to forget the ease with which she had drawn a knife across her father‘s throat. She blamed him, as he had trained her with a sergeant’s intensity to survive, pushing her hard and treating her with little compassion as he slowly slipped into madness. Therapy and medications had tamed her, and when the plague struck and she escaped the confines of the mental hospital, she was greeted by more death than she ever could have imagined. It ignited a spark in her, but she did not partake in the killing, finding the event beyond belief, thinking it was all part of a dream. As the days passed, she slowly realized the unbelievable was real…the impossible, a reality. She bided her time, observing and learning, as her body and mind came back from the drugged state that had been her existence in the institution. When she emerged from hiding into the undead city, she was ready to face the new horror . Gradually, she gathered the necessary equipment--weapons, clothing, food, and water. With a stuffed backpack across her shoulders, she made her way through the city that now mostly belonged to the walkers. She thought only of survival at first, but as the days passed, she realized she was lacking an important necessity…another set of eyes. She needed someone to watch her back and to share in the gathering of supplies. Hiding out, she came to realize just how tired she was…and very alone.

Dressed completely in black, with a head full of unruly hair, Bridget slipped into sleep, her forehead bumping against the pane of glass on the second story window of the old home where she had taken up residence. She jerked awake, wrapping the worn blanket tighter around her slender frame and trying to stay alert. Watching the dark streets for any sign of danger had become habit, little time set aside for anything else. The house itself was quiet and relatively safe, the first floor windows broken but boarded over. When she had first arrived, the former occupants greeted her with open arms and hungry mouths. The lower level still reeked of their rot even though she had cleared the threat easily. She had made her camp on the second floor, gathering any remaining supplies from the kitchen and taking them all to the main bedroom. From here, she watched the yard warily, the cyclone fencing keeping most of the walkers at a distance.

After several failed attempts to stay awake, Bree gave in to her exhaustion and threw her things on the king-sized bed. Closing the room’s door, she shoved a chair under the handle, giving it a firm yank to make sure it would hold. It would not withstand a constant assault, but it would provide enough of a warning to allow her to react. With her defense in place, she climbed onto the bed’s coverlet, draping her blanket over her lower half. Within seconds she was asleep, her dreams keeping the horrors she wanted to escape fresh in her mind.

**The Imposter** · 10-04-2012, 11:21 PM

Charlie stood frozen, eyes glued to the scene in front of him. The window frame acting like a screen to the scariest movie the child had ever watched. The dead pushed and clawed each other as the forced their way to the child's father. It must have been love that drove Eric to protect the two of them in such a sacrificial way. The creatures bit, chewed, and tore the flesh right in front of Charlie's eyes. The smell and sounds making it through the window. The creatures then looked at the two others and began to groan. A few left and made their way to the window, Charlie watched as they crawled through still frozen. He cried out trying to tell his body to move but nothing happened. He looked and found his mother gone, which only caused bigger tears as he sobbed. When he looked back the creatures tackled him on the roof and he could see the decaying face as rotted teeth came down and sunk into his flesh.

Charlie awoke with a start.

Cold sweat and tears mixed with the strange warm dampness of his sleeping bag. He sobbed and tried to cover his mouth from making too much noise. He turned to see his mom asleep beside him. He reached out and whispered that he had a bad dream again, shaking her gently. The moment was trivial but to the terrified child it seemed forever as she finally stirred and rolled to look at him. Even in the darkness though Charlie knew something was wrong, his mother groaned. The moonlight came in through the window enough to show the atrophied look and the dead eyes, as Charlie's mom pulled on his arm bringing only her upper half out of the bag. Seemingly dismembered the dead woman grabbed Charlie and forced him to the ground before gnawing at his flesh.

Charlie awoke with a start.

He couldn't contain himself, as the sobs came almost causing his body to convulse. Soaked from head to toe he turned to see where his mother was. Whispering amidst the crying.

'Mom....I'm....I'm scared.'

**Porcelain Doll** · 10-05-2012, 12:27 AM

The photo of her family shook in Rochelle's trembling hands. They must be alive....they must she thought as she closed her sad eyes. Ruby sat down beside Rochelle and placed her arm around her shoulder, she took the photo away from her and placed it on the ground. "Looking at the photo won't bring them back" Ruby whispered as she patted her sister's leg. "What are we going to do Ruby?" Rochelle whispered back, opening her hazel eyes. Before Ruby could answer a loud banging noise made them both jump. The source of the noise was coming from the front door, it would most likely be another walker.

Rochelle scrambled to her feet and bolted towards the front door. The door was always locked but Rochelle didn't want to take any chances. She lent against the door with all of her weight and searched with her hands for the butchers knife. Rochelle's fingertips brushed against the knife's sharp surface, she picked it up instantly and waited for the banging to stop. Ruby followed Rochelle and asked her if she needed any help, Rochelle ushered her away and clenched the knife tighter. "Just get some sleep" Rochelle ordered quietly. Ruby decided not to protest, not while her sister was under pressure. Ruby went into the lounge and curled up on one of the mattresses, they had brought the mattresses and blankets into the lounge, it was the room furthest away from the front door.

Rochelle usually stayed up all night, too afraid that she would close her eyes a human and wake up as a zombie. Ruby insisted that they should take turns, but Rochelle didn't want to put her sister in danger. Instead, she slept during the day for a few hours. That way her sister would be awake and alert, plus the walkers weren't as aggressive in day light. Ruby couldn't get to sleep because of the noise of the walkers and she didn't want to fall asleep in case her sister needed her.

After an hour, the walkers had finally given in. Rochelle sighed with relief and joined her sister on the mattresses. She placed the butchers knife beside her just in case, you never know what could happen. Especially now, everything was so unpredictable and unreliable. "Get some sleep Ru" Rochelle whispered as she stroked Ruby's hair. "Rochelle. We need to get out of here" Ruby blurted out grabbing her sister's arm. "We need to find supplies, find help, find someone!" Ruby demanded shaking her head. "We need to find mum and dad Rochelle, what if they need help?" Ruby added. "Get some sleep" Rochelle replied.

Maybe Ruby was right, how long could they stay here for? Rochelle thought as she looked at her sleeping sister. She wanted to do what was best for her, but she wasn't sure how to do it anymore. Rochelle sighed as she realized that Ruby was right, they did need to get out of here. Rochelle shock her sister trying to awake her. "What's wrong Elle?" Ruby whispered sleepily. "We are leaving, bright and early tomorrow" Rochelle whispered not looking at her. "Okay sis" Ruby replied as she turned over. A big smile spread across her face, she knew she would be able to convince her sister to leave. She just hoped it was for the best and she wouldn't be leading herself and Rochelle into more trouble.

**TheShadeofBlue** · 10-05-2012, 06:10 AM

The suburb was quiet, uncomfortably so. The entire world seemed like a photo-negative version of what it once had been. He'd been on the road for the last few weeks, and things didn't seem like they'd get any better...maybe ever. There weren't many undead out here. There were a few stragglers, but those typically weren't much of a threat, so long as you kept your eyes open. He consciously tightened his grip on the crowbar in his hand, the end of it caked with the gore of more than a few of the walkers. He blew a heavy sigh.

'I'm wasting my time...' A nasty voice in the back of his head kept saying. Isaac knew that, by sheer probability alone, his entire family was dead. Still, what more did he have? He had to at least find out. He'd tried e-mail, he'd trying calling, he'd tried everything. The only option was to make the trip himself. It had been a tough trip, but he knew he couldn't give up. He's seen a few survivors, but most of them had their own plans. They stuck together for a little bit before parting their ways.

It was getting dark. He'd have to find a place to hide for the night. His attention was suddenly grabbed by the sound of a great deal of commotion up ahead. His stomach twisted into several knots. Up ahead, a huge group of walkers congregated around a house, slowly shambling around the house, searching for any point of entry. He silently crept behind a car, watch the entire ordeal unfold. Every so often, he warily looked around him, to make sure one of the stragglers hadn't crawled up behind him. After about an hour, the small pack seemed satisfied. They slowly dispersing, shuffling into the darkness.

'They didn't find a way into that house. I need to find a way in there.' He thought with determination. Isaac stealthily crept to the house, doing a quick survey of the outside to make sure there were no more of those things tucked away in some dark corner. The dead were too stupid and clumsy to really ever find an effective means of getting into a house. He silently crept to the door and grabbed the handle and turned lightly.

It was locked. He grimaced and looked around the house. He backed away from the front door and looked up. It was a two-story house. Whoever owned this house, which for all he knew was now empty, probably didn't think to secure the windows on the second story. (Isaac pushed away the dreadful possibility that the zombified owners were somewhere in the house)

To the right of the house was a large tree, with a huge branch tapering off close to a window. His sharp, brown eyes brightened with excitement. He ran for the tree. It was large and thick, with plentiful branches for climbing. Jumping, he grabbed onto the lowest branch and pulled himself up. Though by no means an Olympian, Isaac was healthy and athletic man who took care of himself physically. Scaling the tree with relative ease, he carefully made his way across the thick branch, coming to within a few feet of the window.

Hopefully he could get it open. He didn't want to break it; that might alert the dead wandering around the suburb. With all the caution he could muster, he reached out and placed his free hand on the window. He pushed upward, his palm flat against the window. Nothing. He scowled, sliding the crowbar through his belt loop to free his hand. With both hands now, he pushed as hard as he could.

He heard a plastic-sounding crack as the window fell forward and into the house, sending Isaac tumbling forward and off the branch.

'Shit!'

His hand instinctively grabbed onto the windowsill. Fueled by a rush of adrenaline, he pulled himself up and into the house. He clumsily climbed through the window and looked at his handiwork. He'd apparently pushed on the window so hard that he hadn't actually opened it, but had actually broke the plastic sliding mechanism, knocking the very window out of the frame. The window itself had cracked and scattered a few shards of glass on the floor. He grimaced at that. What if he'd alerted the dead? Anxiously, he peered out the open window for the longest minute of his life. They hadn't noticed! Feeling a sense of intense relief come over him, Isaac decided to take a look at the room he was in.

It appeared to be a Bedroom. There was a large, king-sized bed against the wall to his right, with the typical sorts of decorations and furniture one would expect in a bedroom. He carefully sauntered over to the nightstand. There were a few framed photos.

There were two. One of them was of a married couple, likely in their early to late 40s. The other had a picture of the couple with two teenage girls. They were both quite pretty, with long, dark hair, soft, delicate faces, and large-expressive brown eyes. A frown found its way to the man's face. He remembered when he was that young, it wasn't THAT long ago, but it sure as felt like it now, given the circumstances.

'Shit. They had their whole lives ahead of them.' He took a seat on the bed, more thoroughly examining the photo of the two. Who knows what sort of ghastly fate these two had found?

"Hell. I had MY life ahead of me." He said aloud. It was the first time he'd actually spoken in several days.

He was alone, and he didn't like it.

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The suburb was quiet, uncomfortably so. The entire world seemed like a photo-negative version of what it once had been. He'd been on the road for the last few weeks, and things didn't seem like they'd get any better...maybe ever. There weren't many undead out here. There were a few stragglers, but those typically weren't much of a threat, so long as you kept your eyes open. He consciously tightened his grip on the crowbar in his hand, the end of it caked with the gore of more than a few of the walkers. He blew a heavy sigh.

'I'm wasting my time...' A nasty voice in the back of his head kept saying. Isaac knew that, by sheer probability alone, his entire family was dead. Still, what more did he have? He had to at least find out. He'd tried e-mail, he'd trying calling, he'd tried everything. The only option was to make the trip himself. It had been a tough trip, but he knew he couldn't give up. He's seen a few survivors, but most of them had their own plans. They stuck together for a little bit before parting their ways.

It was getting dark. He'd have to find a place to hide for the night. His attention was suddenly grabbed by the sound of a great deal of commotion up ahead. His stomach twisted into several knots. Up ahead, a huge group of walkers congregated around a house, slowly shambling around the house, searching for any point of entry. He silently crept behind a car, watch the entire ordeal unfold. Every so often, he warily looked around him, to make sure one of the stragglers hadn't crawled up behind him. After about an hour, the small pack seemed satisfied. They slowly dispersing, shuffling into the darkness.

[i]'They didn't find a way into that house. I need to find a way in there.'[i] He thought with determination. Isaac stealthily crept to the house, doing a quick survey of the outside to make sure there were no more of those things tucked away in some dark corner. The dead were too stupid and clumsy to really ever find an effective means of getting into a house. He silently crept to the door and grabbed the handle and turned lightly.

It was locked. He grimaced and looked around the house. He backed away from the front door and looked up. It was a two-story house. Whoever owned this house, which for all he knew was now empty, probably didn't think to secure the windows on the second story. (Isaac pushed away the dreadful possibility that the zombified owners were somewhere in the house)

To the right of the house was a large tree, with a huge branch tapering off close to a window. His sharp, brown eyes brightened with excitement. He ran for the tree. It was large and thick, with plentiful branches for climbing. Jumping, he grabbed onto the lowest branch and pulled himself up. Though by no means an Olympian, Isaac was healthy and athletic man who took care of himself physically. Scaling the tree with relative ease, he carefully made his way across the thick branch, coming to within a few feet of the window.

Hopefully he could get it open. He didn't want to break it; that might alert the dead wandering around the suburb. With all the caution he could muster, he reached out and placed his free hand on the window. He pushed upward, his palm flat against the window. Nothing. He scowled, sliding the crowbar through his belt loop to free his hand. With both hands now, he pushed as hard as he could.

He heard a plastic-sounding crack as the window fell forward and into the house, sending Isaac tumbling forward and off the branch.

'Shit!'

His hand instinctively grabbed onto the windowsill. Fueled by a rush of adrenaline, he pulled himself up and into the house. He clumsily climbed through the window and looked at his handiwork. He'd apparently pushed on the window so hard that he hadn't actually opened it, but had actually broke the plastic sliding mechanism, knocking the very window out of the frame. The window itself had cracked and scattered a few shards of glass on the floor. He grimaced at that. What if he'd alerted the dead? Anxiously, he peered out the open window for the longest minute of his life. They hadn't noticed! Feeling a sense of intense relief come over him, Isaac decided to take a look at the room he was in.

It appeared to be a Bedroom. There was a large, king-sized bed against the wall to his right, with the typical sorts of decorations and furniture one would expect in a bedroom. He carefully sauntered over to the nightstand. There were a few framed photos.

There were two. One of them was of a married couple, likely in their early to late 40s. The other had a picture of the couple with two teenage girls. They were both quite pretty, with long, dark hair, soft, delicate faces, and large-expressive brown eyes. A frown found its way to the man's face. He remembered when he was that young, it wasn't THAT long ago, but it sure as felt like it now, given the circumstances.

'Shit. They had their whole lives ahead of them.' He took a seat on the bed, more thoroughly examining the photo of the two. Who knows what sort of ghastly fate these two had found?

"Hell. I had MY life ahead of me." He said aloud. It was the first time he'd actually spoken in several days.

He was alone, and he didn't like it.

**Porcelain Doll** · 10-05-2012, 07:03 AM

A loud crashing sound coming from upstairs startled Rochelle. One of those zombies must of got through the upstairs window, she didn't even thinkthat they would be able to do that. "What was that?" Ruby asked now awake from the loud crash. "I..I think it's one of them" Rocelle replied as she jumped to her feet and scooped up the butchers knife. "Don't be silly! They can't climb...can they?" Ruby said nervously as she sat up. "I'm going to check, stay here" Rochelle whispered as she left the room and walked slowly up the staircase.

She didn't know what the expect, could they climb? Rochelle shook her head as she continued climbing slowly. If it was a walker, how many would be up there? Would she be able to take them on by herself? These questions raced through her mind like her heart racing in her chest. Once Rochelle reached the top of the staircase she checked her bedroom, she opened the door slowly and peaked inside. She couldn't see anything that could of made a noise in there. Rochelle left her room and checked Ruby's, the door's hinges made a squeaking noise as she opened it. Nothing again. The only room left was her parents' room. Rochelle suddenly thought excitedly that maybe it was her parents, maybe they had found a way back home.

The scared girl walked towards her parents' door and took a deep breath. Her heart was racing so fast, she swore the walkers would of heard it by now. Rochelle turned the handle with her free hand and pushed the door open, someone was inside and it wasn't her parents. The girl froze, she didn't know what to do. It wasn't a walker either, it looked like a young man from the back. He could be a danger towards her and Ruby, but what if he could help them? Rochelle crept into the room and shut the door behind her, that way if he was any trouble, she could try and kill him before him finding Ruby. But Rochelle knew that she shouldn't judge, he was probably a nice man. But she wanted to make sure first. "I see you've broken my window" Rochelle whispered trying to look aggressive. But it failed because her eyes were bloodshot and tired and her hands were trembling.

**ElizabethStark** · 10-05-2012, 11:02 PM

Three hours had passed and Ester still wasn't finding the sleep she oh so desired. She sat up slowly, trying not to disturb Anna. Anna slightly groaned and muttered something which Ester couldn't quite interpret. The treehouse was tall enough for her to stand in, she stood up to stretch her slim arms and legs. She couldn't wait till morning to start moving to the more populated part of Atlanta, the neighborhood in which she was in was six miles away; a small place. She debated over weather or not she should just go now, the dark would keep them more out if sight; plus Anna could see very well in the darkness. Unfortunately the walkers were more active during the night, there were many pros and cons to the situation.

"Screw it," Ester muttered. She decided to go now; staying here was nagging too much at her to stay. The sooner she got to her aunt's utility store, the better. She shook Anna awake,"Anna, wake up." Anna began to stir, that was quick.

"Is it morning yet?" She said sleepily as she rubbed her eyes and sat up.

"No, but we're going to leave now anyways. The darkness should prove to be an advantage." Ester said, she knew Anna was smarter than most children her age, perhaps she had better perspectives on the situation.

Anna just nodded and said,"Yeah, I wanna go now. To see auntie," Ester's heart sank, Anna still expected her aunt to be alive. The most naïve trait about her..

"I'll wait a few minutes for you to actually wake up completely." Ester sighed. This whole thing was probably a stupid decision, walking six miles at night with walkers about. Ten minutes later and Anna claimed she was fully awake, she didn't look sleepy at all. Children were so full of energy, if only she had the same energy.

Ester grabbed the backpack which had the supplies she had gathered just hours ago. She opened the hatch, and whispered,"Put the backpack on and get on my back." Anna did so without question. It was simple to get down for Ester even with the weight of Anna on her back.

Once she got down she took the backpack off Anna's shoulders and placed it on her own. Each backyard here had a gate to each one, meaning she could go from one backyard to the next easily. When she was about to open the gate to the next house she heard a huge, BANG! A gun shot. Anna gasped loudly, Ester decided to ignore the gun shot and continue on. She crept from one to the next with no trouble at all; she only needed to go ten houses down to reach the exit of the neighborhood and out into the open rode, she had reached the rode at last.

She figured since she had no trouble from the walkers that they were attracted to sound. Looking out unto the long rode ahead of them she could see no walker in sight. Strange.. There was also a couple of cars, she could hot wire one and just drive there. A better idea that walking.

Walking for about a minute Ester spotted a truck, perfect. It was completely black and didn't seem to have any problems from the outside. She tried the driver door; lucky enough it had opened. "Hopefully this has gas in it," Anna said quietly. She opened the compartment of the truck looking for any keys, none. She scoffed,"Looks like I'm going to have to hot wire it." Before hot wiring she looked around inside the vehicles for any walkers, there was none. She began hot wiring the vehicle. Soon enough the car's engine was on and working.

"Perfect." Ester said to her herself quietly,"Hope in Anna." Anna crawled to the passengers seat, Ester stepped in, she had gotten her permit a year ago. So she knew what she was doing, thankfully.

The truck worked well enough, the engine was quiet, and the gas tank was nearly full. Her luck was great so far. It'd probably only take about nine minutes depending on how fast she drove. There had been just a couple walkers on the rode, eleven minutes later and she was there.

"To aunties store we go!" Anna said enthusiastically.

"Yep," doubt was drifting through Ester's mind as she drove her way through the city, driving towards her aunt's utility store. This was a bad idea Ester couldn't help but think. Super bad...

**TheShadeofBlue** · 10-06-2012, 12:00 AM

Isaac heard a quiet, human-like sound come from behind him. His eyes immediately went wide as he leapt from the bed, bringing up the crowbar. It was the girl from the photograph. Still, was she one of those things, but just hadn't decomposed? He made no move, but continued to look at her. The long, dark hair, the large, brown eyes, and the soft features, it was definitely the girl in picture. Nonetheless, she looked so much different now, like the events had worn on her (as they would anybody). Her bloodshot eyes made her look totally exhausted, and her hands were trembling. He probably didn't look much better. He hadn't had a full night's sleep in a couple days (resting for a few hours here or there whenever he could), and since he'd not shaved in almost a week, his face was thick with stubble.

She must've been terrified. Isaac drew a heavy breath and lowered his weapon, putting one hand out before him as a calming gesture, suddenly feeling bad for possibly scaring her. In normal circumstances, people didn't break into houses. This was hardly normal, of course.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think there was anybody else here. Every other house I've seen in this area has been empty...empty of normal people, anyway." His eyes shifted down to the photograph. Maybe she wasn't the only one here. He needed to continue on his way to the coast, but...

"Where's your family?" He asked gently. "Is it just you?"

**bluemoon** · 10-06-2012, 02:49 AM

Bridget awoke with a start, her hand going to the Glock holstered on her right hip. Hand resting above the grip, she held her breath and listened to the night. Something had awoken her, but whatever the sound had been, it was not repeated. There was a dim light coming in through the curtained window--the glow from solar carriage lamps on the street below--and she moved towards the double pane to look out. Standing, she squinted into the light and saw a strange sight. The walkers, they were moving en masse. Mindless creatures of opportunity, they tended to move in packs. She had noticed that any sound that promised a chance at food, drew them to migrate as one. Even the few at the fence surrounding this house were moving towards whatever had awoken her.

She waited, finding that sleep now eluded her. If the dead were moving, that meant someone--a living someone--was drawing them in. She heard no screams, no gunfire, no shouting. Perhaps the victim was already dead. With a shake of her head, she laughed at herself. Was she actually considering going out at night to help a stranger? It was suicide. …and she had managed to stay alive by being smart and avoiding others that might cause her harm. Turning away, she crawled back into bed and flipped over only to find herself staring at the ceiling. In bed or not, she was not getting any more sleep tonight.

In another room, a clock ticked away the seconds and the house creaked and groaned with the minute movement of wooden support beams. Moans from the undead rose and fell as they moved along the street, their shadows dancing on the ceiling. Bridget covered her ears and squeezed her eyes closed.

“You never leave a man behind….” a voice suddenly whispered.

Bree let out a moan of her own, redoubling her efforts to block out all sounds.

“An army of one is never as strong as a group of many.” It continued.

“Shut up!” Bridget commanded.

“You were always weak. Never put your full effort into anything.”

“I said to shut the f**k up!” She screamed, opening her eyes and catching a glimpse of the familiar shadow at the window. Reaching blindly at the bedside table, she grabbed the first thing her hand encountered and threw it at the ghostly figure. As the glass exploded outwards, she let out a muffled cry and jumped to her feet. The image was gone, but the disruption of quiet had attracted the tail end of the walkers. As one, they turned their milky eyes to the shattered window, the curtains billowing in the light breeze. She counted at least twenty. In a quick movement, she grabbed her pack and slipped its straps over her shoulders. Yanking the chair from the door, she ran down the hallway and took the stairs two at a time. When she entered the cool night, she ran from the dead and from the specter that had been her father.

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