This is going to be something that you'll have to figure out on your own as we go through it. I'm going to give out a situation, and I want you to help me through it. Be prepared.

A piercing scream ripped through the still of the fog, echoing about the forest.
"Help me!"
The young teen scrambled through the fallen leaves, clumsily dodging roots and branches that seemed to claw at her silver hair when she ran by them. Fear drove the girl on until she could hardly breathe, her lungs burned from fleeing and tears of panic streamed down her pale cheeks. The cold air did nothing to ease her nightmares as the coolness usually did, but instead spurred them on.
Shadows lapped at her heels as she darted frantically about the ghostly woods searching, always searching. She needed to find them. Where were they? Where was everyone?
Blood trickled down the silver-haired girl's face and onto her once-white shirt as she ran, but she took no notice. She didn't care about her looks when death was screaming after her.

(btw, what's this RP? is it a fantasy? or romance?")

(Well, I was thinking something along the lines of fantasy/horror... but I always have some sort of love story going on in these things. Dare I say: We'll see? Hehe, it's going to be whatever 'we' make it. :yumeh2: I think the best thing to do is have her find someone... or more likely, have someone find her. She's panic-stricken and half crazed at best, probably tormented by what she's seen... which will be explained later.)

Zarah finally tripped and stumbled to a halt, tumbling through the dirt and foliage. Sobbing uncontrollably the girl squeezed her eyes shut, attempting in vain to block out the nightmares that hounded her so. Letting out another piercing scream she crumpled into a tight ball, wrapping her thin arms about her knees and crying until she could cry no more. She lay that way for hours before someone found her beneath the dead tree the frightened teen resided under.

Alice, a vampire, went up to a frightened looking girl, feeling sorry for her. She walked up to the teen. The girl's eyes went wide open. Before the girl screamed she covered her mouth.
"You wouldn't want something to hear you would you? Don't worry, I don't drink human blood. What's your name?"

The girl shivered uncontrollably. Doesn't drink human blood?! What kind of person says that?!?!? Zarah yanked her face away from the woman's cool hand, sucking in a halting breath. "Zarah," she croaked in a hoarse voice, attempting to wipe tears away from her frozen cheeks. Her name as the only information she volunteered before staring into the cold darkness, her blue eyes wide with fear. Blood and horror filled her past, present, and future. Nothing, and no one, could change that. The child curled up even tighter, trying to ignore the vampire that stood beside her. It was strange, too strange, that a vamp was trying to speak to her. Where she came from Zarah knew that all of the undead were enemies, and this was just another nightmare waiting to happen.
With that thought in mind she started to cry again, her silver hair plastered against her face with tears and blood.

"Now now don't cry"She took a handkerchief out her pocket,wiping the girl's face. "I'm Alice. You look horrible, what happened?"

". . . happened?" Zarah sniffled loudly and forced herself to stop crying. "I . . . the. . . city." The terrified young girl pointed into the darkness, her trembling finger like a ghost. "The city," she repeated.
Through the darkness, if you listened hard enough, screams of terror rang through the night. The city had been destroyed. Zarah shuddered and closed her crystal blue eyes to stop the visions of horror. "The city," she whispered, shivering uncontrollably.

A knight in black armor riding on the back of a dragon swooped down from the skies and landed in front of Zarah. He got off his winged beast and approached her. "I am Meng of the Dragon riders, what has happened to the kingdom?" he demanded.

Looking first at the vampire that sat beside her and then over to the black knight, Zarrah's blue eyes widened in shock. She had never seen a real vampire, or a real knight. Now they both stood before her offering help. Such dire situations had brought her wildest dreams to life. Brushing away more of her tears, the girl forced herself to stand shakily, pointing off into the foggy forest toward her town.
"This way," she rasped in her hoarse voice, taking short, rigid steps forward. Slowly she led them to the destroyed village that still felt of taken lives. As the trio approached the dying town a few stray screams and moans of horror echoed from the firelight that burned a few of the buildings.
Zarra started trembling uncontrollably as she saw her burning home, the bodies of the people she had known her entire life. "No!" she shrieked, crumbling to the ground. In the shadow of a burning building a figure moved, slowly headed toward them.

stumbling forward I think I see survivers!! I hurry toward them hoping they are not the enemy..bleeding form my side everything starts to get blurry I'm almost there! I must seek help! I see that there are three of them before falling and passing out from the lose of blood..

Zarrah pointed at the girl that stumbled out of the shambles of a nearby building opposite of the shifting shadows that previously drew her frightened attention. "She needs help!" the pale girl mumbled as she headed toward the survivor. Though she couldn't help the wounded girl herself, perhaps the knight or vampire would lend their aid?

Alice quickly ran and caught the girl before she fell."This isn't good at all",she said. She ripped off cloth from her clothes and rapped the girls wounds. If only I had water. She brought the girl over. "I don't think she's hurt though she's lost plenty of blood."

Zarrah stared in horror as a seperate figure dispatched from the flickering shadows. This one was covered in a fresh coat of blood and his wounds seemed beyond healing - yet he still stumbled toward the grouping. "I-I watched that man die!" Zarrah shrieked, her blue eyes wide as she backed away. The gaping hole that remained in the bloody man's side proved that he really had been previously killed. He was a walking corpse... and his glazed eyes sought the young teen out - and rushed at her with a freakish snarl.

Trix, a tiny white pixie about 3 centimeters tall watched from the safety of a tree branch on the edge of the forest, as the events happened. She had stayed back and began watching as the girl, the knight and the vampire headed out and towards the city to help another figure, and then watched as they got attacked. She kept her eye on the group wondering what would happen next.

Meng took out his broadsword and chopped the zombie's head off. He then headed over to the wounded girl and gave her some water. "I can send her back to the main kingdom on my dragon, she'll get help there" Meng said. He whisled, and his dragon landed beside him. He put the wounded girl on her back, and told the dragon to hurry back to the main kingdom. His draon took off.

Zarrah stared at the corpse in horror. She had known that man her whole life - and he had attacked her. A rush of helplessness flew through her, and the pale girl dashed away and further into the town. She ran to a small building, one she had come to call home, and burst through the wooden door.
"Mama?! Papa?!" the silver-haired girl sought out her family, keeping her tears held at bay. She was so engrossed in her task that she failed to see the stumbling figure enter the house behind her. By the time she did, it was too late. The undead woman lunged at Zarrah, grasping her in strong arms that the young teen couldn't break away from. Screaming for help, the girl struggled as best she could.
Unfortunately for Zarrah, her struggles were not enough. She yelped in pain as the creature's jaws closed down on the side of her neck. "Help me!"

Meng rushed to the rescue, taking his sword and slicing the zombie in half length-wise. Meng then rushed over to Zarrah. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Sh-she bit me!" Zarrah screeched, pressing a pale hand to her fresh wound. "That woman bit me!" Hysterical, the teen scrambled away from the black knight and further into the house. Still looking for her parents, the blue-eyed child shoved doors open as she ran along the hallway.
It was in the last room where she did find them - her mother and father had been brutally killed. Rushing forward, Zarrah began to cry again. Whatever had happened to them, the lifeless forms of her family were barely recognizable. Once again, the ignorant girl failed to see the third form that rose from the ground beside her. The zombie-like undead fell upon the teen, yet another hunter searching for defenseless prey.

Trix had heard the scream from the house from the forest. She decided that it was time for her to help. She had battled these undead before, but her magics couldn't kill many of them, because of her size. She quickly darted over near the house and entered through some cracks in the roof, just in time to see the girl get attacked once again.

Zarrah struggled against the undead's unnatural strength, screaming at the top of her lungs. "Get off of me!" she yelped, her arms giving way to the persisting corpse. A loud scream echoed throughout the dying town as the creature attacked her, biting deep into her upper arm. Shoving as hard as she could, the young teen scrambled back from the shifting body. It was then that her parents, as dead as dead can be, began to move once more. Zarrah's silver hair was wet with fresh blood, tears streaked down her bloodied face. "Help me," she whimpered, crawling backwards away from the three corpses in front of her.

Jill looked around her, she heard her sisters piercing screams, but did not know where they came from. She listened carefully, walking slowly to where she thought her sister's screams came from. Her hair all tangled and oily, her face covered in dirt, and her clothes almost ripped to shreads, the girl ran straight to where she heard the sounds, wincing as she hoped she wasn't too late.
Bursting through the door, tears stream down her face as her body trembles with fear, stopping to a halt before slowly walking to the room on the end of the corridor, peeking through the ajar door and finding her sister, and her parents. But her parents don't look like they did, their... dead, yet alive. She quickly runs and manages to pull her sister backwards as their mother lunges with her hand, missing by inches.
"Zarrah?" she says inbetween sobs. "We must get out of here!!" she exclaims, gripping Zarrah's arm and tugging with panic. "C'mon!!" she yells, tears streaming her face as her heart beats quickly. Her mother is recovering and her father is inches of lunging at both girls.

Trix decided it was time to make her move. She floated down from the ceiling and put her tiny arms above her head. Glowing white light started to fill the room, and everything became a shade of white. Trix strained as the power was exiting her and into the room. She watched as the corpses yelled and groaned in extreme pain, and acted as if they were burning. Smoke was also visible coming off of them. They fell in a heap on the floor, and she recalled the light. She floated there, looking at the girls, wondering if they could even see Trix, because of her small size.

Meng noticed the pixie, and walked up to her. "Thank you. There was no way I could have fought off all of those zombies by myself" Meng said. Meng rushed over to the two girls. " we have to get out of here. Come with me, I have a small amount of healing potion for the two of you."

Jill blinks and strains to keep her eyes open as a bright white light filled the room and the stench of smoke was obvious to make out in the blinding room, and as she put her hand in front of her face to block the light, she watched as her parents incinerated in front of her. Licking her lips, she cannot speak, she cannot move. She's glued to the spot, most likely from shock.
"What was that?" she asks, still frozen on the spot, her grip on her sister slightly stronger. Her eyes were wide and she felt a huge headache inch in as her mind processed all that happened. She was not entirely there, completely spaced out and in another world. Finally beginning to move, she lets her sister go and walks around the room, looking at the two mounds of ashes that were unbelievably the remains of her parents. Everything kicking in, tears inch their way to the surface, falling down her cheek. She wiped a few away, but they just kept coming, and kneeling down to look at the ashes she morns quickly and quietly.