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Feel free to join. :3 We're still accepting! "RULES" Follow all the rules of Menewsha. Post at least three sentences. There is no maximum. But please don't write five hundred paragraphs about your character's clothes. Correct spelling and grammar please. I'm terribly hoping you know the difference between you're and your, sense and since, and all those basic things you should've known already at fifth grade. O.o Sorry if I acted rude there. D: Keep everything PG-13. Respect other roleplayers too please. Don't godmod another character without that person's permission too. "WANNA JOIN?" To join, please go to the OOC thread. ^__^ . "STORY" It all began at 2015. Everything was going perfectly. Life was normal, and for some reason, the world got nicer. Crimes decreased and with help of technology, cures were found for diseases. Then it all changed. March 16, 2015. Ten gray, undead beings escaped. Those ten were the former humans experimented on illegally by a group of scientists. The experiment turned incredibly wrong and they were locked up. But they escaped, biting everyone on their way. Those unfortunate enough bit others too. Then those bit turn into one of them. Then the ones they bit turn into one of them ... and so on. But when they are hungry, they don't bite you. They eat you. No mercy. After all, they have no intelligence. No hearts. All they know is that they should bite. And eat. That's all. Let's go forward to June 28, 2016. There are now approximately around four billion undead. Then again, we can never be sure. There may be more, there may be less. But one things for sure, there are more undead than alive. The good thing is, they cannot go out in the sun. The moment the sun's ray gets in contact with them, they turn into sticky, gray liquid. Disgusting. Animals are immune to the disease so you won't have to worry about your pet being eaten or trying to feast on you. But you will have to worry about your best friend being eaten or trying to feast on you. Maybe animals taste yucky to them. Who knows? At least you're sure to have some company. |
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reserved for another thing ಠ_ಠ Hehe, I love that little face >w< |
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INDENT"Raining again," he murmured, holding out his hand. He wasn't wearing a hoodie -- just a plain red shirt and some pants. He didn't care if he would get a cold. That was the least of his worries. Right now, all he cared about was staying alive. And finding someone he knew. INDENTEveryone he knew ... His family, his relatives, friends, ... everyone. They were gone. He never had a pet so he was all alone. Sometimes he wondered why he fought so hard to stay alive. It wasn't as if someone would suffer if he died. There was no one else to share his life with. No one. So what was the point of living? INDENTBut he knew that they wouldn't want him to give up. That was the reason he tried hard to stay alive. Sighing, he started walking once more when he heard a voice. INDENT"I'm here ... Michaela! Is that you?" he said loudly. Michaela was his best friend at high school. They never dated. "Yes, being friends with someone of the opposite sex is possible without romance intruding! Oh, the horror!" he would always say in the same exaggerated tone. Michaela turned around, her expression bright and happy. "Chuck!" she exclaimed, running over to him. The smile she was wearing was way too big for her face as she gave him a tight hug. "It's been so long!" INDENTChuck smiled. It was funny how Michaela always made him feel better so easily. "It has ... It has ... Who's the dog?" "Blanket. She's two years old." He grinned at her. The last time he saw her was five months ago. "Have you seen anyone?" he asked. A second later, he realized that was a mistake. INDENTSuddenly, Michaela looked tearful. "...No. The last person I saw was ... Daniel. And I -- I was fo-forced to shoot....him!" she cried out the last word, sobbing into his shoulders. He patted her. "It's okay," he murmured, trying not to cry too. "I ... I lost some people too." Once she stopped crying, he smiled at her. "Come on. Let's go look for some people." She looked at him, forced a smile, and nodded. :: Sorry, not that good :gonk: :: |
Outfit
Hayley sat on the roof of a house, adding three tally marks to the inside of her belt. A pistol sat at her side along with a rifle, ammo and her canvas tote bag. Hayley put her belt back on and looked down. The ground was littered with zombie corpses. Hayley chuckled. Well, that's a bit redundant, isn't it? she thought. Corpse corpses... Every day, when the sun rose, Hayley climbed down from her roof (without the aid of a ladder, thankyouverymuch) and searched for survivors. She still hadn't found any. By sundown, she was on a new roof. Hayley reached into her bag and wrapped new gauze around her hands. It made punching and grabbing painful things a whole lot easier. Hayley didn't like to sleep during the daytime, fearing she might oversleep, but then, she had always been a pretty light sleeper, and it was very hard to sleep through a zombie gnawing at your brain. Hayley watched the sun rise through the trees. "Well, I suppose it's time to start searching," she said to herself, then put the pistol in its holster, slung the tote bag over her shoulder, grabbed the pistol and jumped off the roof. She had chose a short house this time. Finding a roof was like playing Hide-and-Seek or... Red Light, Green Light. You chose whatever was nearby and not zombie-infested. Okay, so, not exactly like a childrens game. |
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Chuck and Michaela walked slowly on the streets. Bodies of humans and zombies were at every corner. Michaela snuggled closer to Chuck, who couldn't help but turn a bit red. "I wonder when ... when all this would stop," Michaela murmured silently. "Ugh. Seriously. I don't think ... I don't think anyone saw this coming? I mean, zombies?!" She shook her head slowly. Chuck nodded, though he didn't like the term zombies much. It sounded cheesy and childish. The word 'undead' was better. For him, anyways.
Quietly, they walked along the roads, trying not to look at the bodies everywhere. Michaela thought she might burst into tears if she saw another body. They always reminded her of Daniel. Quickly, she rubbed off some tears that escaped. Chuck, who knew better than to ask her what was wrong, said, "Mikee, (her nickname) I think I heard something." "Human or zombie?" Michaela asked anxiously, her eyes growing large. "Probably human," he said, taking out his gun just in case. The two walked slowly to where he heard the noise. He then saw Hayley (although he didn't know her name) and relaxed a bit. He lowered the gun but didn't put it away. For all he knew, the girl might be wacko. Michaela, who was right beside him, said, "Oh my ... I didn't think I'd see someone else!" She walked quickly towards the girl. "Hey! I'm Michaela." She forced a small smile, even though she felt incredibly miserable right now. Well, not that much, since she just saw another human being alive. "Are you all alone?" she asked, unaware of the fact that Chuck was staring at the girl through watchful eyes. |
Hayley's eyes widened when she saw the people. For a moment, she thought it was a mirage. Now is definitely not the best time to lose my mind... she thought. Hayley held her shotgun up, but didn't load it. The two figures really didn't look like zombies at all, but they could be newly turned for all Hayley knew.
"Hi..." she replied tentatively to the girl. "I'm Hayley," she said, lowering the gun, and smiling. So they are real! she thought. "Yeah, I'm alone. Not even a pet to my name," she said, smiling down at Blanket. Hayley looked over Michaela's shoulder at Chuck "And who are you, mister silent-but-deadly?" Hayley asked, raising an eyebrow at Chuck. |
:: Ooh, had an idea! What if we make Chuck and Hayley attracted to each other? x3 Just a thought ::
Michaela couldn't help but giggle at what Hayley called him. The truth was, she was more deserving of the title. Once when she was nine, she was sitting alone reading a book when Marcy Adams, a senior, started jeering at her. When Michaela couldn't take it anymore, she jumped on Marcy's back and started pulling her hair. The look on Marcy's face was hilarious. Chuck was shy too, but he wasn't that deadly. The thought of her friends made her tear up a bit. She pursed her lips and wiped them away at once, hoping Hayley didn't notice. But Chuck didn't find the little name so amusing. He raised his eyebrows, trying his best not to scowl. "Oh, lighten up, Chuck," Michaela said. Chuck glanced at Michaela then back to Hayley. "I'm Chuck Matthews," he said shortly, then he looked away. "Sorry about him. He's not very trusting, see," Michaela whispered to Hayley. "He's never been the same when he lost his wife a year ago to ... them. And then other loved ones started dying too and ..." She stopped, biting her lip. |
Hayley looked concerned when Michaela started to tear up. She wanted to comfort the girl, but didn't feel like she was the one who should do so. Shouldn't her boyfriend be hugging her or something?Hayley thought.
"Hey, Chuck," Hayley replied, with a quick nod in his direction. Hayley's bright blue eyes examined Chuck from head to toe. He really was handsome, despite his cold demeanor. Not that Hayley would ever let him know that. Hayley shrugged at Michaela's comment, and whispered back. "I don't blame him. It's really not practical to be trusting, after..." Hayley couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. She had never trusted anyone anyways, after what her dad did to her. |
"After what?" Michaela asked curiously. "Oh. Never mind. Forget I asked," she said hastily. Hayley probably didn't feel comfortable saying it to somebody she probably met just a few seconds ago. She smiled at Hayley, showing her dimples, then walked over to Chuck.
"Will it kill you to be friendly?" she hissed. He just shrugged silently, glancing at Hayley. She's kind of pretty, he thought but then he shook his head. Now's not the time for romance. There is never going to be a time for romance for him again. He already found his soulmate. Now she's gone. How sad. |
"The uh..." Hayley replied. "The outbreak of the undead," she said with a weak laugh. Hayley watched as Michaela walked over to her boyfriend. It must be so nice to be in love, Hayley thought. She couldn't help but feel jealous and slightly resentful of Michaela at the moment, but she quickly shook off that feeling. These could be the last humans on Earth for chrissakes! she chastised herself.
Hayley raised an eyebrow at Chuck, who was looking at her instead of his girlfriend. Weird... Hayley thought. "So, uh..." Hayley said, trying to start some smalltalk. "How long have you two been... together? ((poor, poor misguided Hayley. xD)) |
Akemi was running. That was all she could think about. She concentrated on her feet, leaping over fallen light poles and mounds of garbage, trying desperately not to fall over. At the same time, tears escaped from the corners of her eyes, leaving watery streaks down her dirty face. Akemi was being pursued.
She could hear the ragged breathing and haunting moans of the undead beings only a few paces behind her, swaggering alarmingly fast after her at their own pace. She knew that they knew that she knew that they'd be able to catch her eventually, if they didn't give up. Abruptly, one of the things snapped from the game, racing forward in a strange spurt of strength, and grabbed Akemi's arm. Reacting instinctively, Akemi opened her mouth wide and screamed so loudly that the sound seemed to burst her own ears. But noise wouldn't affect an undead monster. Akemi twirled around and slashed at the things eyes; it groaned, and loosened it's grip. That was all Akemi needed. She ripped her arm free of it's grasp, and regained running, crying more hysterically than before in fright. Someone, anyone, anywhere, Akemi thought wildly, Please help me! Please!! |
Hayley heard a scream, and spun around, pulling out her rifle and loading both guns in one swift movement. "Did you hear that?" she asked the other two in a low voice, forgetting that she'd just asked them a question. The scream was close, which nearly always meant the undead were close. It was like thunder and lightning, only more morbid.
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"Well, yeah, I guess so," Michaela said, shrugging. When she heard Hayley ask if they were together, she turned the lightest shade of pink. "Together? We're not dating!" she exclaimed, and she couldn't help but giggle. "We're best friends ... Never really dated." She shrugged and grinned at him playfully. "He's not my type."
He couldn't help but smile too at her remark. "Yeah, I only dated one girl before .. And .... she's gone," he said, nearly choking at the last word. He looked at her, his eyes full of emotion. He blinked, and at once they were replaced by neutral eyes. He was about to say something when he heard a piercing scream. He turned around swiftly, looking for the sound. "Yeah, I did. Probably a woman ..." he muttered. "We should probably go help her... Come on, Mikee -- Hayley." He quickly ran to the place where the moans were loudest. There was a girl being chased by a group of undead. His eyes then darted to a crying girl then to the pack of undead running after her. Fourteen. Wow, was this girl unlucky, he thought, shooting at the. After the fifth one though, he was out of bullets. "Dammit," he said, thinking desperately for a way to fight them off, since they were rounding on him. Then suddenly Michaela appeared, holding a bat from who-knows-where. "Take that, you monsters!" she shrieked, wondering why they were out in the sunlight. Shouldn't they probably turn into gray liquid? Looking up, she knew that the clouds were blocking the sunlight. She hit them one by one, their heads flying and their arms being ripped off by the bat. Who knew the petite little girl had such strength? But then she started getting breathless and tired. The remaining ones rounded up on her as her bright blue eyes widened in horror. Her mouth opened wide to release a loud, terrified scream. |
Hayley had never felt so relieved as she did the moment Michaela said "He's not my type." With the way Michaela looked, Hayley was sure she could get any guy she wanted.
When Hayley saw the emotion in Chuck's eyes, she wanted nothing more than to hug him, but by the time she had that thought, the emotion was gone. Hayley ran with the group and began shooting and hitting zombies left and right. She remembered the most important rule for a zombie apocalypse: Save the last bullet for yourself. It was funny, she had read that rule in a book made mostly for laughs before she even believed in zombies. Hayley threw a box of bullets at Chuck. "Re-load! NOW!" she yelled at him, as she took out three zombies that had gotten near him with her two guns. One approached her, and she knocked half of its face off with her pistol, then took care of the rest of the monster by kicking it. |
Lorenzo sat on the ledge of his fire escape, legs dangling 3 stories above the ground. "Cloudy today..." he murmured, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. He exhaled, watching the thin tendrils of smoke float heavenward. "Might even rain." In the distance, he could hear gunfire and screams. Pretty typical on a day like today. Usually conflict between the living and the dead was reserved for the evening hours. But, as the clouds increased, so did the violence.
He sighed, flicking the exhausted cig down into the street. He reached into his pocket for another, only to find the pack empty. "Fuck." He crushed the paper box in his hand, then dropped its crumpled form beside him. He stood up, looking over the tops of smaller buildings. "Looks like it's about time for another supply run," he griped to himself, reaching into his window for the revolver laying on the kitchen counter. His hand bumped a small tower of canned foods, knocking them over. "Shit!" He flinched at the accompanying symphony of crashing, and immediately scrambled inside. He shut the window and slumped against the counter, waiting for the inquiring moans to come circling beneath the fire escape. Minutes ticked by, but no sounds other than his own ragged breaths were heard. Pushing himself to his feet, he glanced furtively out the window. Nothing. "Something else must be occupying the zombies' time," he breathed with some relief. Better them than him, he thought, as he began picking up the cans. His heart was still pounding. Though it seemed the smarter choice was to err on the side of caution and save the supply run for another day, he was craving the nicotine to calm his nerves. Casting one last look around, he tucked his firearm into his belt and lifted up the window pane. Slipping outside, he started down the ladder, hoping those who were distracting the zombies could hold their own, at least until he got his cigarettes. |
Chuck didn't expect the box of bullets to be so heavy so he dropped it first. He cursed himself and then started reloading rather clumsily. Michaela shouted, "Quicker, you asshole!" she shrieked; one of them was a few inches away from her face. She closed her eyes. "Dear Lord, no, no, no," she murmured, opening her eyes. Finally, Chuck was done and started shooting on the ones left. Michaela dropped to the floor, shocked and breathless.
"Are you okay?" he asked anxiously to Michaela. She gave a small nod, staring at the bodies. He then turned to the other girl. "Are you okay?" he asked her, wondering if she was bitten or somewhat. If she was, then they had to get away right now. She doesn't look weird, so she's probably not, he thought. Michaela, breathing hard, looked up. It was already night. |
Akemi didn't notice that she was leading the group of undead towards other survivors until she heard the gunshots. She looked up, shocked, and promtply tripped over something. She grunted as she hit the ground, then rolled to that her legs were under her. She had no weapon, but she wouldn't go down without a fight...
Then she noticed that the undead had already been taken out by bullets, and one by a girl with what looked like some kind of bat. Eyes wide, Akemi stumbled back to her feet. She had the feeling that she should probably go away from the group of survivors... but she just stayed. She'd be safer in numbers. Akemi could hardly understand their speech: she's never been that good at English, and the words they were using were unfamiliar. |
"Eh. Hello?" he asked, wondering why she wasn't replying. "Hello? Are you mute or something?" he asked bluntly. "Chuck, stop acting mean," Michaela snapped, still staring at nothingness. "I'm not," he replied. He looked at her with a frown. "She looks Chinese ... or Japanese. Eh. I dunno which is which." He shrugged and walked away. "She looks fine, though," he told Michaela.
She stood up and looked at her. "Japanese, maybe?" She shrugged and said, "こんにちは! だれであるか。." (Hello! Who are you?)Those were the only words she knew in Japanese, since she was too lazy to learn more. Hopefully, this girl was Japanese, since she didn't know any other language except Filipino. |
Lorenzo paused briefly from stuffing his pockets with cigarette packs. The sounds of gunfire had ceased; most likely those who had been shooting at the zombies were unsuccessful and had been devoured. His eyes warily scanned the darkened liquor store. No signs of movement yet. Forcing a few more packs into his jacket, he climbed over the counter and slipped out the back door.
Peering out into the alleyway, he saw the easiest way to the main street and thus, back to his apartment was blocked off by a dumpster and several abandoned cars. He cursed under his breath, and started down the opposite way. After walking a few blocks, he heard voices softly echoing from nearby. As he turned the corner, he saw a small group of survivors talking amongst themselves. Shit, he thought, turning back into hiding and looking over his options. He could avoid them, but that would only take him farther from his destination, meaning it would take longer to get back home and have a smoke. But, if he went down the way they were, they'd likely try to recruit him to join up and "stick together". Grumbling under his breath, he decided that, although it required more socializing, taking the alleyway the survivors were occupying was the easiest choice. He spun on his heel, and started walking towards the group. |
"Ah!" Akemi gasped as one of the girls spoke in Japanese; could she speak the language fluently?
"A-atashi wa Akemi desu," Akemi replied. She decided she may as well try to tell them this in English, so they could understand her. "I... am Akemi." |
"Who now?" Michaela said blankly. What does desu mean again? Cute? She's calling me cute? she thought. Dammit. I knew I should've listened to Kati (her Japanese friend). I'm guessing her name is Akemi? God, I need a translator. She bit her lip, puzzled. "Eh ... hi Akemi ... Um, hey Chuck! Do you know Japanese?" Chuck, although he would never admit it, was looking at Hayley. He blinked then turned to Michaela. "Uh .. what?" he asked. Michaela rolled her eyes. "I said, do you know Japanese?" "Uh yeah. Kati taught me a bit... Hmm ...Hi, Akemi. Uh ... あなたは一人きりですか？ (Are you alone?) " "I think she is," Michaela murmured, shrugging. Her eyes then moved to a man moving towards them. She stared at him, staring to smell smoke. She wrinkled her nose; she hated smoke, it killed her grandfather. "...Hey," she said shortly. Chuck looked at her in surprise for showing hostility. Then he started smelling the smoke too, and understood why. Michaela didn't like smoking. "Hey," Chuck said, wondering if he should say more ... though the man didn't seem in the mood to talk. :: Geh, I think I'm using the wrong translators Dx :: |
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