" Go Get Your Gun, Get Your Gun -

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  1. - and let's find out what it does. "

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    The United States of America. Once a nice place to live, now run down, overrun by the undead, and seemingly deserted of living people.
    But many still roam. Some in groups, some by themselves. All fighting to stay alive.
    Nobody knows when this will end; nobody knows if other countries have suffered the same fate. Before the electric was cut off for the entire country, there was talk on the televisions of the disease appearing in Canada, a few other places, but nobody knew for sure if it had struck as violently as it had here.
    Your choices in these conditions are extremely limited. You can off yourself now, or you can keep surviving or die trying. The choice is all up to you, because no matter who you're accompanied by, you are alone, and those are your decisions.
    However, even though you are indeed alone, please, friend, take note that your decisions may effect those around you in massive ways, whether for the better or the worse.
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    The Virus (open)
    Not much is known about this virus. Scientists strongly believe it may have originally come from the germs transferred in a dog bite, as during the 2020's the amount of stray dogs rose and as did the amount of people bitten by them. Strangely, only strays carried the disease, domesticated house pets would not infect someone if they were to bite them.


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    The world completely went to shit on Sunday, May 14, 2023.
    It doesn't matter if you're counting the days or not, but you are 178 days into the Apocalypse.. It is Thursday, the 9th of November (Autumn) in the year of 2023, and for once, the weather is looking promising. It's a good 76°F outside with clear skies, and zombie activity is moderate.
    It is currently noon.

    Perhaps this will be a good day for you
     
    #1 Based God, Dec 21, 2014
    Last edited: Jan 6, 2015
  2. Milo.
    He didn't worry. When Meadow had seeked him out, he went with her. Her father's old farm was safe, and they had plenty of firearms- though he typically wasn't the one to go for any of them. His pistol and bat were the only thing he had needed so far. Zombie activity was generally low near the farmland, though recently it had started to rise. But still, Milo didn't worry. There were no threats staring him and Meadow in the face at that very moment, so he didn't think he had much of a reason to be stressed or worried about anything anymore. The both of them would be okay in the end of it.
    Milo took a quick glance up at the sun that sat high in the sky, then quickly looked away. It would set in a few hours, and then he could get a few hours of rest- hopefully. The day had gone peacefully so far, with him only spotting a few infected out in the distance. He was sure that farther out, there were plenty, but they weren't close enough to pose a threat. Or so he hoped. He decided to go check in with the girl he was staying with, and headed towards the farmhouse, calling out "Meadow!" on his way.

    • - White Polo Shirt
      - Jeans
      - Blue sneakers
    • - Wooden bat {1}
      - Pistol {1}
      - Canteen : Filled with water{1}
    • Mental Health - Still sane.

      Physical Health - Fine.
    Kodi
    Kodi moved quickly, wary of her surroundings and anything that moved. Luckily, zombie activity didn't appear to be too high that day and moving without interruption was easier than it had been in days past. Still, she kept her guard up. She never stayed in one spot too long, saw a lot of death within the almost 6 months this had been going on, and she still hadn't grown accustomed to it. She never would. At the moment she was scouting for a new place to stay- a stated earlier, she never stayed in one spot for too long, believing it made her vulnerable. But finding a new place that was atleast decent wasn't the easiest task to accomplish in the situation.
    • - Plain white shirt
      - Black coat worn over shirt
      - Black combat boots
      - Black tights

    • - Bottled water {2}
      - Pack of crackers {3}
      - Shotgun {1}
      - Wakizashi {1}
    • Mental Health- Sane.

      Physical Health - A few cuts along her arms, but otherwise okay.


     
    #2 Based God, Jan 10, 2015
    Last edited: Jan 10, 2015
  3. Mia

    Nervously crouching against the paved streets, Mia's breathing was heavy and nervous as she tried to keep low, her kitchen knife in her hand. She'd previously had to run for her life from packs of those... walking corpses... and because she wasn't at all a good runner, she was already out of breath.
    "Haah... h-haah... I knew coming h-here was a bad idea..." Mia quietly whimpers to herself, her voice as usual: so quiet she herself had trouble hearing it.


    Nonetheless, there didn't seem to be any zombies around for now. Although moans of the undead were audible around the city, Mia knew she could remain safe if she kept low and quiet, and generally stayed out of trouble. She hated this... all of this so much. She just wanted to return home to her stepfather - merely thinking about the old life caused tears to well up in Mia's bright blue eyes.
    Nonetheless, Mia examined her surroundings. She'd ran away from the more dense areas which were packed with zombies, and come to a few houses at a road off the main city. She needed to find something to eat and drink - she barely had anything in that sense, and even if she was a light eater, her stomach was already experiencing hunger pains - that house looked like a good place to start, and there seemed to be a farmhouse on the horizon that could be safe. But first, the house...

    Coming up to the smallish, beige-painted house with most of its paint falling off in small flakes, Mia nervously put a hand around the rusted doorknob, twisted, and pulled at the door quietly.
    "P-please don't let there be those... things..."


    • - White Hoodie
      - Grey Trousers
      - White Sneakers
      - Small Purple Backpack

    • - First Aid Kit {3}
      - Misc. Pencil Case Items {12}
      - Kitchen Knife {Equipped}
    • Mental Health- Slight Paranoia, otherwise fine.

      Physical Health - Slight Malnourishment, otherwise fine
     
  4. As soon as the door opened, a long, serrated-edged knife was rested softly on Mia's forehead, the ebony hilt cold in the sparse sunlight. A man's hand gripped the handle, and despite the tense way he held the knife to her form, his face was carefully stoic, the slight scuffle on his chiseled jaw and chin the only thing that commented on his wariness. The man was tall, muscular, and wore a lightly torn gray tanktop and ragged jeans tucked into boots.

    "Hmph. Girl, what do you want?" His voice had a slight Italian accent - only enough to be slightly noticeable, and his deep, sharp voice had a tint of cold hardness in it. He lowered the knife only slightly, but kept it gripped in his hand, while his other bare arm came up to rub a slight amount of sleepiness from his sharp gray eyes. The man's shaggy black hair had seen better days, but it was probably due to him just waking up.

    Despite the calmness in which he dealt with the situation, Vincent was, actually, very wary. He had been travelling for at least 48 hours straight, and had found this house on the outskirts. A quick rest turned into him sleeping far longer than his usual rest of four hours, and when he heard the sound of footsteps and the knob twisting, he had automatically slid out of the makeshift bedding he had created and grasped his knife. His SIG pistol was holstered on his hip, although it was unseeable due to the slight darkness in the room.
     
  5. Meadow

    Meadow was getting sick of these things. Tired of the nightmares. At least they'd gone when Milo joined her. She'd prayed he was alright when she'd looked for him. Now that she'd found him old feeling were arising. At least the butterflies in her stomach and comfort he gave her kept the nightmares away. She was working on the car they planned to take if anything ever happened. More like a mini van. She was bent over the hood in her shorts and sports bra trying to trigger the battery to bring the car to life. She was close to connecting the wire that would until she heard her name being called and she dropped her tool and shot up fast causing her to hit her head. "God damnit Mye!" She used his usual nickname."You frightened me.." she murmured looking to him then getting to her knees to find the tool.

    Her brown hair fell in her face as she searched under the car for the tool. Damnit. Where was it. She slipped her hair behind her left ear deciding to make conversation. "So, we have to go into the city today. Were out of food. We have a few cans of beans but I thought it would be better if we just..." she grunted gripping the tool and stood dusting herself off. "Went there so, we'll have food if we run out. But, I' perfectly fine with going alone. I don't want you in danger." She began working back at the car a spot of oil covering the her left freckled cheek.

    She'd rather not risk him being bitten by one of the geeks. She didn't want to lose him. Even if he did think of her as more than just a friend. That didn't change her feelings for him. For a survivor she looked pretty good. Having access to the farms generator she could wash her hair and blow dry it. That was her main priority for hygiene when she lived with her crush. She didn't care for make up and now that she thought about it. She could stop for some more shampoo and tooth paste. Too bad about the milk though. They had an unlimited supply of cereal because of her mother's Lucky Charms fetish. But all the milk would be expired by now.

    She hooked the wire and wiped a bead of sweat from her head as the van came to power. Maybe they could get a bigger car too. Maybe ever faster. They wouldn't survive an overflow with this old thing. She let her hair down shutting the hood and turning to the older man.
     
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  6. Jason
    Jason awoke from his sleep, he had a big day today and he needed to wake up early to do it. He felt something very wet hitting his face, so Jason opened his eyes to see Quincy licking his face, the dog was pretty much his alarm so he doesn't sleep in. The dog was very loyal and more loyal then every human he ever met, the dog was the only thing holding him together since his wife. About a month after hell broke loose, he knew he had to teach his dog how to attack even though that was more for German Shepard's and not a Golden Retriever.

    "Stop it Quince, stop" He laughed as the dog licked around his face and pushed his body away, he then sat up and gave a long yawn. "Shouldn't of went for that supply run last night, way too many rotters" Jason stood up and stretched as he hurt his arm at the late run last night. "Well why don't we get something to eat" He smiled and pet the loyal dog on his head, he then made his way to the kitchen inside the apartment. "So which one do you want bud, beef meat surprise or chicken gravy?" He knelled down to the down holding up a beef can in his right hand and chicken in his left. The dog pushed his head at the can of beef meaning that Beef was the one he would like.

    "Okay beef it is" Jason went to the counter and grabbed Quincy's bowl, he then opened the beef can and poured the meat in the can then set it beside the dog. Quincy went straight for the food and Jason patted his head. "Good boy, well I'm going to finish the last of the frosted flakes." The cereal tasted kind of stale but still ate it since it is getting harder and hard to get real food out here in New York. As he leaned on the counter and ate the cold liquid and chucks of flakes, he smiled at the dog digging at his food with his mouth.

    After finishing the cereal he drank all the milk and dropped the bowl in the sink, it was no use though since there was no water in the buildings. He walked over to Quincy who finished earlier then him. "Let's get your stuff bud" Jason walked to his room where he got a long black vest, a mask made from dogs which he used when his dog was bad before the apocalypse. It covered the dog really good also putting little shoes on the dog so he wouldn't step on glass. After putting everything on the Retriever, he got his stuff ready and walked over to the apartment door. He then walked out with his loyal dog beside him.


    • ~military uniform~
      ~Long sleeve shirt~
      ~Cargo pants~
      ~Boots~
      ~Wrapping gloves~

    • ~Pocket knife [Equipped]
      ~Bag of fireworks [12]
      ~Trail mix~
      ~Extra bullets~
      ~wire~
      ~Water bottle~
      ~Flashlight~

    • -Mental Health-
      Stable + Sane
      -Physical Health-
      Awakening
    \
     
  7. Madeline Laurent, turquoise
    Swinging her crowbar back and forth, Madeline silently scanned the area. Things were quiet, for the most part. Though there was the occasional zombie, it was nothing she couldn't handle. Viewing this time as an opportunity to relax, she was humming softly to herself, as she walked along at a leisurely pace. Though she mainly kept her eyes on her surroundings, she would glance back at Tanner from time to time. She wasn't entirely sure of the exact date, but if her estimations were correct it had been about three weeks since she found the girl. In all honesty, she made a horrible traveling companion. Not only did she rarely speak, she in no way could hold her own in this world. Madeline had felt pity for her though, and decided to disregard these things and take her along. At least she was alive, right? Besides, it felt nice to have someone she could boss around. If there was one thing Madeline needed it was control, something which was hard to find in today's world. The fact that the younger girl looked up to her made her feel more confident in her own abilities to keep them safe and, most importantly, alive.



    Tanner Voigt, plum
    Following closely behind Madeline, Tanner had her baseball bat hugged tightly to her chest. She was incredibly grateful the older girl had been willing to let her tag along. After her father died, she had been at a complete and total loss as to what to do. She'd spent her entire life being bossed around, and didn't really know how to function without someone telling her what to do. Staring at the different houses as they passed, she wondered what sort of people had lived there. Were they nice? Mean? Did they have a lot of friends? Children? How long had they lasted after it all began? Were they still out there somewhere, living and breathing? Or were they one of those monsters now, stalking the streets in search of someone to devour? She hoped them the best. If they had died, she hoped it had at the very least been painless. Sometimes she wondered if dying in the beginning like her mother would have been best. It was silly to think like that though. Shaking the thought out of her head, she instead turned her attention to wondering what house Madeline would try to loot next.

    Walk, loot, eat, sleep, repeat. That's what they'd been doing since she'd join up with Madeline. They'd walk until they needed to rest, at which point they'd find a building that seemed safe. Then they'd loot the place, usually eating most of what they found. The next day they'd do it all over again. Madeline never allowed them to stay in one place for long. Though Tanner hated the constant moving about, she would never say so. She didn't want to upset Madeline. What if the older girl decided she didn't want her around anymore? She couldn't be on her own. Besides, Tanner never had considered herself very smart. Her ideas were probably wrong. It was best just to let other people choose for her.

     
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  8. Clarabelle
    She was sitting up in a tree eating a can of tinned pineapple. It was the first thing she had eaten after being chased by a horde of zombies, who always managed to put of her appetite. At current, she was sat up in a tree trying to figure out her next move. Trees were only one of the safest places she could be, since the zombie's couldn't climb yet.
    Clarabelle was still trying to do two things, find her older brother, Ennis, and find herself a firearms of some kind. In fact, the only weapon she had with her were a pair of hatchets she had found in the garden shed. Since she hadn't been home when the apocalypse broke out, she assumed Ennis had taken the gun from the house, since she couldn't find a zombie that somewhat resembled him.


    Most of all, she was looking to try and find Ennis so she would have someone to look after her. It wasn't so much that she couldn't defend herself, it was that she spent too long defending herself that she couldn't sleep often enough. When she did sleep, it was only during calm times, and when she was hiding up in trees. She didn't mind sleeping in trees, it was just the thought of waking up to having a group of zombies trying to reach for her and eat her.​


    • -Black hat
      -White blouse
      -Waist Coat
      -Leggins with torn knees
      -Steel toed boots
      -Extra Grip Gloves

    • -Flashlight
      -Sets of Spare Batteries {5}
      -Canned food {10}
      -Bottled Water {10}
      -Rope
      -First Aid Kit {3}
      - Pair of Hatchets

    • -Mental Health-
      Minor Insomnia
      -Physical Health-
      Normal
     
    #8 LoopyMorgan, Jan 11, 2015
    Last edited by a moderator: Jan 15, 2015
  9. Milo.
    Milo had to hold back a laugh as he watched Meadow. "Geez, sorry. Didn't mean to startle you, just wanted to make sure you were alright," he explained, his voice taking on an apologetic tone. He then, not knowing what else to say to her, just listened as she talked about going into city for food. When Meadow mentioned that she could go alone, he quickly spoke up. "Hey, I'm going. I'm not a little kid, I can handle myself," the man said. He continued on talking when Meadow turned around to face him. "Besides, I'm not going to make you go out there alone. That wouldn't be very gentleman-like of me, now would it?" Milo joked, giving her a smile.

    "So, when do you plan on having us go into the city? Now?" He crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the younger. "I'll be ready whenever you are, I've got my weapons on me and everything, so I don't have to go fetch anything before we leave." Milo liked to be atleast somewhat prepared all the time, especially since the beginning of what many said was going to be 'the end of human kind.' There was rarely ever a moment where he didn't have atleast one item on him that could be used as a weapon, and due to that, he was always ready to leave the farmland for a short amount of time.

    • - White Polo Shirt
      - Jeans
      - Blue sneakers
    • - Wooden bat {1}
      - Pistol {1}
      - Canteen : Filled with water{1}
    • Mental Health - Still sane.
      Physical Health - Fine.


    Kodi
    After all the walking she had done, Kodi could spot some houses in the distance that weren't surrounded by lurkers. She had passed a few places, but they generally had a few of the undead roaming around them, and Kodi was tired. It would also be a waste of ammo simply to get into a house, even if it was just 5 bullets lost. So she had kept on moving, and finally the female saw what she hoped were vacant households.

    Kodi began to head towards them, still constantly inspecting her surroundings as she moved forward. Even if she was close to what appeared to be a safe place, zombies - or maybe even other people - could appear from thin air, just like that.

    • - Plain white shirt
      - Black coat worn over shirt
      - Black combat boots
      - Black tights

    • - Bottled water {2}
      - Pack of crackers {3}
      - Shotgun {1}
      - Wakizashi {1}
    • Mental Health- Sane.
      Physical Health - A few cuts on her arm and tired, but otherwise okay.
     
  10. Mia

    Mia's heart stops, and her body freezes in alarm as she feels the cold steel of a blade rest against her forehead, and her bottom lip nervously trembles in awe of anything to say, or scream. But for her own dignity and not to alert nearby zeds, Mia bites her lip and kept quiet before the man spoke, his accent laced with Italian. Mia didn't know why to expect inside the house, but it certainly wasn't an armed survivor... now came the tricky part... talking.

    Mia blinks confusedly a few times, her shy and anxious nature coming out as she takes a few steps back, unsure how to answer the question. She kept silent for a few seconds, her blue eyes cautiously looking at the man in front of her, and her lip trembling nervously as she thought of something to say. But what was she going to say? She rarely talked to anybody. After some awkward seconds, Mia finally spoke in her usual extremely quiet and mousy voice.

    "I... w-was just looking for.... .... s-s-su... su.... supplies... I didn't know you l... lived here.... sorry...!"

    After speaking, Mia's stomach gave an audible rumble, which instantly caused a bright red blush of embarrassment to appear on Mia's pale face; dropping her kitchen knife so it clanked against the Tarmac behind her, and pulling up her white hood to hide her red face. She really didn't want to give away her hunger issue, it made her look weaker than she already was.

    Trembling and standing still with quiet breaths, Mia says no more and hides behind her hood in front of the muscular man, debating whether she should run away or not. Although she hadn't met any, Mia knew there were some ruthless bandits around nowadays.


    • - White Hoodie
      - Grey Trousers
      - White Sneakers
      - Small Purple Backpack

    • - First Aid Kit {3}
      - Misc. Pencil Case Items {12}
      - Kitchen Knife {Equipped}
    • Mental Health- Slight Paranoia, otherwise fine.

      Physical Health - Slight Malnourishment, otherwise fine
     
  11. Meadow

    Meadow smiled at his words shaking her had. "Don't be too bold." She murmured. "If you get bitten by a geek, I won't be the one to put an arrow through your head." She warned poking his chest before heading towards the tool shed for a couple of her weapons. "We can head there now." She threw over her shoulder. She headed into the open tool shed. It wasn't always open. It was usually locked and closed because this is where they kept the extra shot guns. Just in case any passing survivors decided they wanted to take away with their weapons. She turned to the left wall and grabbed her jacket off the hook and threw it on. She stood on her toes to grab her pistol and knife putting both in her pockets.

    After, she made her way to the farther back of the tool shed to grab her bow and arrows. One of the quickest and quietest to kill a geek. She use to use it to hunt. She loved that. And of course she could just hunt. Or use the cows but there were more geeks in the forest and they kept the horses and cows put up safely just in case they came of good use of a quick escape. Or anything like that. Well, maybe not. Meadow had an undying love for animals and she knew that Milo knew it. He just went along because it was a sensitive spot as to how her father lay in the ground now. And she appreciated that. One specific mare that Meadow had been named after who was expecting a filly. Her father had raised that horse when he was younger. And Meadow would do anything to protect her and her baby horse.

    She came out of the shed locking it up then, returning to a hot looking Milo. God, she needed to stop fantasizing about him. She tried to hide a blush by clearing her throat. "You're driving." Her British accent slightly husky as she got in the vans passenger seat.
     
  12. Madeline Laurent, turquoise
    Though Madeline herself was not yet ready to rest, she got the feeling that Tanner was. Though the younger girl would never be willing to outright say it, she was beginning to drag her feet, and was hugging her baseball bat as if it was more of a teddy bear than a weapon. Madeline would have been more than happy to keep walking, but it wouldn't hurt to stop and check out a house. It wasn't like they had a specific destination in mind, after all, and it would give Tanner a chance to sit down for a while.

    Besides, it was always good to get more supplies. They had an okay amount of food at the moment, as they had built up a pretty good buffer with Tanner's old supplies. The younger girl's dad might have got himself killed, but he did have a nice stockpile of canned goods left. Of course, you never knew when you'd come across an area where no supplies could be found. Because of this, Madeline was constantly trying to get more supplies. She was not going to allow herself to die in a silly way, like starving.

    Staring ahead, she noticed a cluster of houses around the corner. That would be a good place to start.
    "Time for some breaking and entering, Tanner." She said, smirking slightly at the girl behind her. "That okay with you?"
    Not waiting for answer, she grabbed Tanner's arm and quickened her pace, dragging the younger girl towards the houses.

     
  13. Jason
    Jason walked out of the apartment, with his loyal Retriever by his side. He stopped when he walked out the doors, looking at the disaster wasteland that a world he used to live in with peace, all gone to the undead. The man sighed as he took out his gun and his pocket knife out of his holster and pocket, he put the knife under his gun to use for his defense to take out those 'things' more easier. Jason called them monsters or just called them 'those things.' Jason looked to his left at Quincy growling at something, he turned his head to look over to see what he was growling at, one of the monsters limping there way. Jason walked over to the monster taking his knife out from under the weapon, then kicking it on the gravel to kneel down and shed metal into it's skull.

    Jason then stood up and walked back to his Golden Retriever, the two walked down the street watching his left, right and back. Most of those 'Things' didn't notice them walking ten feet across the pavement. Jason stopped at one of his old cafes that he would chat with the workers, his back faced the door with his gun raised ready to shoot whenever he needed too. He looked over at his dog ready to run in at his move, he then moved his hand to reach the door knob. Jason pulled the door open as the two ran in, he raised his gun to aim it at whatever was in there, whether it was the monsters or more hopefully survivors. But it ended being what he thought, about a dozen monsters were stuck inside and waiting for new flesh. Jason ran and jumped over the counter of the cafe, with his loyal Retriever running under it. The monsters hoarded the counter trying to get to Jason and the dog, but was a perfect opportunity to take out the monsters.

    Jason grabbed one of the rotters heads and bashed it on the counter three times till the 'Thing' was dead, he put the gun back in the holster and took out his knife to grab another monster and stab it right through the head. He then stopped as more and more monsters caved in, he looked over to his dog seeing him whimper. He looked around to see what else he could use, he then noticed a propane stove on the counter giving him a good idea. He walked over to the counter and saw two Aerosol cans, he then walked back to the stove and turned it on, putting the two cans next to it. As the fire on the stove got higher Jason hit the cans down then jumped over the counter with his dog following him, Jason and Quincy ran out the back door as they heard a small explosion from the inside killing them.

    • ~military uniform~
      ~Long sleeve shirt~
      ~Cargo pants~
      ~Boots~
      ~Wrapping gloves~

    • ~Pocket knife [Equipped]
      ~Bag of fireworks [12]
      ~Trail mix~
      ~Extra bullets~
      ~wire~
      ~Water bottle~
      ~Flashlight~

    • -Mental Health-
      Stable + Sane
      -Physical Health-
      Awakening
    \
     
  14. Vincent sighed quietly, absent-mindedly twirling his knife through his calloused fingers as his sharp eyes stared down into Mia's own. On one hand, there was a slight chance that she would kill him if he invited her in. But...himself took that chance down to zero percent; he knew that if it was necessary, a bullet to the skull would take her out of the equation faster than the bullet itself. So...what did he have to lose? He would be temporarily helping a young girl, whom looked too frail for such a harsh world. It would be his good deed for the day. Especially since he wasn't looking forward to going out and looking for other survivors to help.

    "What the Hell," He murmured under his breath, deftly holstering his blade and taking a step back, and allowing the girl to see farther into the small cabin. It was homely - that was for sure - with no blood or drafts...just normal, if that was even possible for such a fucked up world. A dismantled rifle was lying on the floor, in front of a couch, and a scarred scope rested beside the black pieces. A black leather bag rested on the couch as well, along with a leather jacket draped over it.

    "Come in."


    • - Grey tanktop
      - Black jeans
      - Combat boots
      - Compact black backpack

    • - First Aid Kit {5}
      - Torn, yet durable leather jacket { In his bag. }
      - SIG pistol
      - Dried Food
      - Long, serrated-edged combat knife
    • Mental Health- Jaded, but fine otherwise.

      Physical Health - Excellent
     
  15. Clarabelle

    The explosion startled Clarabelle slightly, causing her ears to vibrate wildly and look around in worry. Her ears would always vibrate whenever she got startled, and this maybe only the third time in the whole apocalypse that it happened, so it just goes to show how calm she could be while being attacked by zombies. When Clarabelle located where the explosion came from, she quickly sealed up her can of food with a rubber cap, placed it into her bag and then slid down the trunk of the tree. There were no zombies around her at that moment, but she assumed that the explosion would bring more into the area, so she moved as carefully and quietly as she could.

    By now, she had already taken her two hatchets out of her bag, and had them readied in case any zombie were to try and bite her. Silently, she glided across the street to the building where the explosion had taken place, seeing the dead zombies inside, and all the glass of the windows blown out. Clarabelle covered her mouth with her hand, before running through the cafe, making sure to stay as far away from the zombies as possible, just in case. Quickly, she jumped over the counter and looked noiselessly looked around. Then, she proceeded to leave through the back of the shop, expecting that was where whomever set of the explosion would be.


    • -Black hat
      -White blouse
      -Waist Coat
      -Leggins with torn knees
      -Steel toed boots
      -Extra Grip Gloves

    • -Flashlight
      -Sets of Spare Batteries {5}
      -Canned food {10}
      -Bottled Water {10}
      -Rope
      -First Aid Kit {3}
      - Pair of Hatchets

    • -Mental Health-
      Minor Insomnia
      -Physical Health-
      Normal
     
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