Hell's Wrath

[Lulunopia]

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OOC | Discord | Character Index​

The year was 2015. The world had descended into another World War, although it had ended just as quickly as it had started. The governments of the world had dove into chemical warfare, for this was no longer a fair fight. Nobody knows who dropped the virus, "Virus X" as others called it, or when it had started, but all the survivors remember now is it swept over the world in the blink of an eye. What was once just another world war was now possibly the end of civilization as we know it.

Naturally, survivors had fled to areas that were once less populated. The north, the backwoods of the south, even west beyond the Rocky Mountains. There survivors began to find peace. The woods provided plenty of food, while the colder temperatures of Oregon and Washington made day's slightly more bearable. It was sort of a refuge for those who wished to survive easy, if it was possible at all.

As 2 years passed people began to think they are safe, but problems emerged. Some took to cannibalism saying the animals they hunted could become infected too. This was never proven to be true, but that didn't stop the rumor from spreading like wildfire. Some survivors began to ban together, create groups and families in broken down cities, finding comfort in numbers. Some roam alone.

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Xelapin Virus​

Symptoms

• 5 minutes: Mild headache, cough, and runny nose.
• 30 minutes: Severe cold like symptoms. I.e Migraine, sore throat, cough, sneezing.
• 1 hour: Muscle spasm and cold sweats replace cold symptoms.
• 2 hours: Extreme body heat and lose of muscle movement.
• 5 hours: Infected has a hard time staying awake and sharp pains erupt through body.
• 9 hours: Internal organs begin to fail and internal bleeding.
• 10 hours: Lungs fill with blood and infected dies.
• 24 hours: The body has restarted and reverted back to primal instincts.

People infected revert back to primal instincts and only think of killing. They have very little energy in the night. In the day they have a lot of energy and can jog slowly. Any shot to the body that would kill a normal human can kill them.

Location - Huber Heights along Taylorsville road

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Character Roster
Alive - Injured - Dead​

Charlotte Ackerman - 28 - Female - O+ - Leader/Protecter
Jason Rockwell - 24 - Male - A+ - Hunter/Scout
Grayson Beckett - 48 - Male - A+ - Medic/Heavy Hitter
Renee Blackson - 24 - Female - AB+ - Scout/Scavenger

September 5, 2017 | Weather: Slightly cloudy | Temperature: 72F | Location: Rural King and Surrounding area​

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Charlotte Ackerman
Female | 28 | Heterosexual | Leader and Protecter

Location: Rural King | Outfit: HERE | Mentions: None | Interactions: None | Alive
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It was a hot day, well to Charlotte it was, coming from the north she didn't do well with hot weather but, with the cold months coming she knew she would be ready. 2 years had passed since the world went to shit and Charlotte has been a lone wanderer since the fall of her first group. She did wonder what happened to her other 'friends' but, that was always a fleeting thought that passed her mind quickly. The only person she hopes and wants to see again is her little sister by everything but blood, Aria. That girl had brought joy into Charlotte's life and even when everything was down she lifted her up.

To say she was upset when she left Aria would be and understatement, she felt terrible, but she couldn't stay in that town anymore. Not with her mother and father being the way they were. Still she missed her home town, but all that's in the past now and she needs to look forward. The next chapter in her life is making it to Norfolk, Virginia where boats are leaving to take others to a safe location. Charlotte can only hope that it is true and not some rumor that's being spread around by lowlifes to lure people into a trap.

Heaving a sigh she looked around, currently standing in the small food section of what was a Rural King. Not really much left. Holding her bag she looked at the canned foods, checking expiration dates and throwing them in her bag. She needed to stalk up for winter or she would have no food. Yes, she can just hunt but, by winter all animals will ether be hiding or in hibernation. Not much to hunt for then, maybe a squirrel or rabbit but, that's it.

"Shit," she swore as a can fell to the ground, dropping her bag she pulled out her bow looking around for infected to come out. Hopefully she was alone.

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Inventory

On Her
Colt 1911 (7 loaded, 50 total)
Hunting Bow
Arrows (10) attached to a quiver on bag
Flash light

In Backpack
1 rag
Journal
3 pencils
Pencil sharpener
1 sticks of deodorant
1 water canteen
3 cans of food
5 protein bars
1 bag of jerky
1 hair brush
1 inhaler
Matches (10)
Lightweight Sleeping Bag​

 

[Rads]

Charlotte Ackerman
Female | 28 | Heterosexual | Leader

Location: Rural King | Outfit: HERE | Mentions: None | Interactions: None | Alive
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It was a hot day, well to Charlotte it was, coming from the north she didn't do well with hot weather but, with the cold months coming she knew she would be ready. 2 years had passed since the world went to shit and Charlotte has been a lone wanderer since the fall of her first group. She did wonder what happened to her other 'friends' but, that was always a fleeting thought that passed her mind quickly. The only person she hopes and wants to see again is her little sister by everything but blood, Aria. That girl had brought joy into Charlotte's life and even when everything was down she lifted her up.

To say she was upset when she left Aria would be and understatement, she felt terrible, but she couldn't stay in that town anymore. Not with her mother and father being the way they were. Still she missed her home town, but all that's in the past now and she needs to look forward. The next chapter in her life is making it to Norfolk, Virginia where boats are leaving to take others to a safe location. Charlotte can only hope that it is true and not some rumor that's being spread around by lowlifes to lure people into a trap.

Heaving a sigh she looked around, currently standing in the small food section of what was a Rural King. Not really much left. Holding her bag she looked at the canned foods, checking expiration dates and throwing them in her bag. She needed to stalk up for winter or she would have no food. Yes, she can just hunt but, by winter all animals will ether be hiding or in hibernation. Not much to hunt for then, maybe a squirrel or rabbit but, that's it.

"Shit," she swore as a can fell to the ground, dropping her bag she pulled out her bow looking around for infected to come out. Hopefully she was alone.

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Inventory

On Her
Colt 1911 (7 loaded, 50 total)
Hunting Bow
Arrows (10) attached to a quiver on bag
Flash light

In Backpack
1 rag
Journal
3 pencils
Pencil sharpener
1 sticks of deodorant
1 water canteen
3 cans of food
5 protein bars
1 bag of jerky
1 hair brush
1 inhaler
Matches (10)
Lightweight Sleeping Bag​

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Regal is looking around the town and finds the camping store so he raids some tarps elastic line for hanging up up clothes, a raincoat and one winter and other useful items but leaves plenty for others. He quickly and neatly packs the stuff and then heads out, and opens up the pack of nuts and eats a little and then continues to walk across town.
After a while he gets to a woman that looks as though she's on edge and says" i'm not infected so please don't shoot i'm a doctor, and boy has the world gone to hell in a handbasket".

 

[Mundane Monster]

Montserrat

Grayson Beckett

☆ Location Rural King Store

☆ Info

Currently Carrying -
US Military Issued Backpack

• First aid kit
• Lighter
• Needle w/ thread
• Hunting Knife
• 1 Epipen
• Filled water canteen
• Strips of Cloth
• Flashlight
• Spiked Baseball Bat
• Worn Plush Rabbit Toy

"I know you're hungry, sweetie please don't cry. Daddy's gonna get you some food." Grayson grunted hoarsely to the dirty stuffed toy he had cradled in his left arm. Despite his words, it was his own stomach gurgling and croaking for nourishment but the wires in his brain translated his hunger into that of his 'daughter's'. The two had been traveling for a while now, non-stop and always ready for anyone to jump out at them. He carried his trusty bat in his right arm, and his stolen pack on his back. Sometimes when he came across ransacked stores or houses he thought about finding a new bag to carry his stuff in, instead of the one he'd taken from that...Animal. But as soon as he began shimmying the pack off, logic trickled into his brain and chastised him for being so emotional. He'd probably never find a bag as sturdy and roomy as this one. It had been created for just this sort of situation and he'd regret it if he tossed it aside.

As he walked, Grayson spotted a store--Rural King-- in the distance. Ironic name choice aside, it looked like a good place to scavenge a bit. The past few stores he'd come across hadn't had shit to eat and any stuff there was left was already open and exposed to the numerous bacteria in the air or on the ground. If he'd just been looking out for himself, he wouldn't have given two shits, but he couldn't afford to feed his daughter tainted food. No, he had to find something unopened.

When he reached the store, he entered it with caution and his bat at the ready. Instinct made him crouch low to the ground like an animal as he crept towards the non perishable section. He could see a few cans on the ground, unopened and a bit dented, but still unopened. He hoped there were some peaches, Isabella loved canned peaches, they were her favorite.

He did a quick site check and when he deemed it safe, he headed towards the non perishable section but stopped suddenly when a clang echoed through the store. Ducking behind a fallen display, Grayson readied his bat and tucked the stuffed rabbit into his bag, leaving it open a bit so she could breath. "Shh...Baby it's okay." He whispered. He listened for the usual infected sounds but when he heard none he figured the noise must have come from either a wild animal or a survivor. Both of which didn't mean he was safe.

"Who's there?!" He called out, his voice hoarse.

 

[Lonewolf888978]

Jason Rockwell
(Hungry, but healthy)
A mile from Rural King
Jason crept through the woods, glancing around, careful not to make a sound. He manged to get a shot on a deer an hour ago, and was hoping the deer would bleed out. The tracks he had been following now were fresh. Tufts of the deer hair clung to low hanging branches, and Jason just knew he was almost upon the deer. Hopefully he could get another shot on the deer; or better yet it would already be dead and ready for him to skin. His stomach growled slightly but he paid it no mind. He could taste the venison already. Picturing it sizzling over a fire, he licked his lips eager to find the carcass. And he found it.
It looked as if the deer had bled out, or was in the process of dying when one of the creatures found it. Its body was torn open, its flesh, meat and muscles strung about, chewed on like an open buffet.
A bone had bite marks on it, distinctly human marks. Thats what gave it away to Jason that an Infected ate his kill, and not a pack of dogs or another hunter. That and the bloody hand marks all over the creature. Taking his pack off, setting his guitar beside it, and kneeling beside the remains, Jason pondered on if he could scavenge some meat from it. Taking his hat off and itching his head, he heard the low growl behind him. The rushed foot steps closed fast as Jason drew his knife, just as the infected man tackled him. His bloody, rotten teeth bite, inched from Jasons face. Jason thrusted his knife into its side as they rolled, and as it gave a loud cry, he pushed it off of him. Siting on it, a hand pressed down on its neck, Jason ended its life with a quick stab in the eye.
Fucking hell.
Jason sat on the body for a moment, breathing heavily to catch his breath. Pulling a canteen from his jacket, he drank a swig of whiskey before retrieving his hat from the ground. Deciding against eating any left over meat from the deer, Jason looked over the body. The infected man was young, and the hoodie he was wearing was ripped in several places. His cargo shorts he wore were dirty, but intact. Running through them, he managed to find an unopened granola bar. Shrugging, Jason opened it and poured the crushed up bar in his mouth. It wasn't venison, but it would do.

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Rural King area
Though it was cloudy, Jason still was tired from all the walking he was doing. Plus, lugging around his pack and gun added plenty of extra weight. He stayed just off the road, but close enough to not get lost. This was a precaution he took incase any cars came by had less of a chance of spotting him. Jason almost decided to set up camp before he saw the sign. It was right off the road, weeds and rust overtook it.
Rural King, Next Right
It would be a good place to stop, stock up on food hopefully. Picking up the pace some, he spotted the Rural King. It was just passed a crash RV off the side of the road. Vines took over most of the crashed vehicle. One of the tires was popped while another was stripped off. Jason hesitated, before trying to open the door. Though it wasn't locked; the vines held it closed pretty well. Using his knife to cut a way to open the door, the smell of the inside of the vehicle over took him.
Something was dead in there; and the smell was horrid. Taking his pistol out, he glanced inside. No immediate danger.
Making his way inside, he pulled a bandanna over his face to help protect against the smell and whatever else might be in the air. He slowly made his way into the back of the RV, where a curtain separated the back room from the rest of the mobile home. Glancing from there, to a slightly open pantry, where an unopened jar of pickles sat, he was wary to reach for them.
His hunger got the best of him, and as he grabbed the jar, the curtains flew open. An infected man lunged for Jason. Falling once again onto his back, Jason felt the pickle jar slip from his hand. Wrestling with the man, Jason panicked and let two shots fire into the mans chest. He twitched once, twice, and a third time before he laid still. Getting up, Jason rubbed his bad shoulder. In the back room, Jason could spot the remains of what he assumed was the mans family, and the source of the smell as their rotten, eaten bodies sat with flies buzzing around them.
Gathering his things, Jason gave one last look at the shattered jar of pickles, its contents covering the filthy floor of the RV, before making his way out of the RV.
Those gun shots would let everyone in the area know where he was, and he didn't want to wait for them there.

Contents in his pack, or he is carrying
[spoili].308 Winchester Rifle (with Scope)
9mm Glock (Partially Loaded)
Spare shirt, pants, boxers, and socks
Bandages (x2)
Rubbing Alcohol
Whiskey
Toothbrush
Metal Flask (Half Empty)
Metal Canteen
Fire Starter
Metal Lighter
Beef Jerky
Canned Beans
Spare .308 rounds (x10)
9 MM Rounds x(17)
Spare 9MM Clip
Hunting Knife
Attached to the bag is a climbing hook, and a guitar[/spoili]
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[Lulunopia]

Charlotte Ackerman
Female | 28 | Heterosexual | Leader and Protecter

Location: Rural King | Outfit: HERE | Mentions: None | Interactions: Grayson | Alive
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Body still tense she took a step forward, bow held in a strong grip with an arrow loaded. Charlotte couldn't see or hear anything coming toward her. It was quiet. Only the sound of her breathing. She began to relax her grip and body as she realized nothing was there. Bending down to pick up the fallen she looked in over before putting it in her bag. Then a voice called out, asking if anyone was there. Again she tensed pulling out her bow and loading an arrow. "Depends who's asking."

Whoever this was it was a guy for sure. Maybe older. She could hear the shuffle of his feet when he walked closer but, that was it, he stopped and she could hear no more. Charlotte knew she had to find out something that would tell her if he was friendly or not, but sadly she can't exactly get that information without seeing him. Though if she can get him talking there might be a chance he's a good guy and not a raider. Setting her bow and gun on the floor she called out. "Listen, if you'er not a raider then set you weapons down and I'll do the same. Then we show our faces. If it helps I'll give you my name. I'm Charlotte."

She desperately hoped she wasn't making a mistake.

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Inventory

On Her
Colt 1911 (7 loaded, 50 total)
Hunting Bow
Arrows (10) attached to a quiver on bag
Flash light

In Backpack
1 rag
Journal
3 pencils
Pencil sharpener
1 sticks of deodorant
1 water canteen
3 cans of food
5 protein bars
1 bag of jerky
1 hair brush
1 inhaler
Matches (10)
Lightweight Sleeping Bag​

 

[Psychosis_Of_A_Yandere_Fox]

Renee Blackson/ Female/ 24/ Alive/ Healty
Location: Inside a abandoned house, Huber Heights, Ohio​

Renee looked down into her bag noticing that she could possibly place a few more things. She reached in and took out her water canteen and look inside after twisting the cap off. She silently thought "Ah damn only third left. I'll have to boil some water soon, I'd rather not drink from a stream or anything in fear of a decaying corpse upstream. That would kill me...for sure".
She placed the cap back on the canteen and placed it back where it was. She then reached for her hunting knife she had taken from a house she stayed at back in northern Michigan. She drew it from her sheath and observed the edge. She placed the tip of the blade on the tip of her left small finger and slid back quickly and cut the skin open. She felt the touch of pain as she did but she was satisfied now that the edge of the blade was just as good as it looked. She resheathed the blade and decided to tie it to her lower right calf after thinking finally after all these month's that maybe she would need it in a more convenient place and always on her if she somehow managed to lose her bag.
Her final item she grabbed was a thing of jerky she took from the back of a Gas station. She ate that and stood up in the bedroom that appeared to have once belonged to maybe a preteen girl. The signs were mainly of boybands, charm bracelets, and other bullshit that Renee didn't even get a chance to get into as a preteen or teen. Fucking pedophiles/ kidnappers. She had only been in the room for an hour or so by the telling of her watch. She walked over to the closet gingerly and opened its sliding door and looked in. Yep, there were the kind of stupid ass shirts a preteen girl would have. Shirts filled with hearts, fucking stupid words, and cats...lots of cats. She closed the door and went back to her bag and pulled out her sweatshirt, embroidered with the mascot of her college back in Chicago she was fairly certain now was killing floor for Zed's and Survivors alike. She slipped that on over her band t-shirt.
Then like overly loud lightning strikes the unmistakable sounds of gunshots rang through the air and stayed. This made Renee extremely alarmed, there were others around here and by experience, they were males and raiders, and would likely want to use her body as a sex toy. The sounds also sounded fairly close, she first thought she was better off getting out of the area. But a little voice spoke in the back of her head and said: "Go to it." This made Renee speak out loud "The fuck would I do that for? Get myself killed!" and then realized she was trying to have a conversation with herself out loud...well at least nobody around to judge her...hopefully. The voice said it again, and Renee relented cause almost felt like an instinct.
So she went and put her police utility belt she stole off a corpse and the M9 it had. She had some luck one day and found a small box of ammo for it, but she only used the gun when needed. Else like what she just heard gunshots were like now cannon blast in the silent world of the dead. It was a clear indication someone was nearby and probably hostile. She slung her bag over her shoulders and left the room and left the house.
She stepped outside into the place called Huber Heights, she had never visited the place in the past only heard of it. She wouldn't have came here if she had not been chased by raiders for a while, luckily though she shook them about 6 days ago. They would be able to find her anymore. The air reeked of bodies, not to surprising the people who died of the virus were just left there to rot...that is if they were fatally stabbed or shot or something of the like. It was like this with most places, even worse for large cities.
She walked through ways she thought she would hide herself the best...if not at least lower the chances of walking in a wide open area and getting a rifle round in her head, or some Zed seeing her and thinking that she would be a nice meal. She finally came to sign that was far enough for her to stay reasonably covered but near enough to see Rural King. Silently Renee thought "Yeah pretty sure it's the rural king to a of bumpkins and inbreds." she then thought of where the sound of the gunshot came and felt fairly certain that must have come from this area, she would have to exercise extreme caution then. She pulled her M9A1 out and switched the safty off and entered out the open and started to walk not even sure what she was really looking for now she was here...kill the shooter and steal his stuff maybe? It was a much colder and heartless world when everything was on the line...namely your life.

 

[Lonewolf888978]

Jason Rockwell
(Healthy and has something in his stomach)
Rural King: Parking lot

Tossing his pack onto his shoulders, and taking his guitar in hand, Jason took a step out of the Rv and took a look around. Though he couldn't spot anyone or anything in the open, he couldn't be sure they weren't hidden in the tree line, or perhaps watching him from the Rural King.
Making a straight shot to the forest, he planned on traveling around to the back of the Rural King and find a back way in, looting it as quick as possible, then head out and continue down the road. He quickened his pace, held a hand close to his gun holster, and kept his eyes peeled for movement. Ducking under branches and behind bushes, he tried his best to keep out of sight from the front area of the Rural King.
The back was fenced off with chain link, most of it covered with vines or other vegetation. A similar chain link gate sat busted open, along with a good portion of the back of the fence, as if a truck had drove through it. Seeing that as the best way in, Jason sat his guitar behind a log, covered it in leaves, and pulled the rifle strap off his shoulder. Holding it in his hand, he jogged towards the opening going into the back area of Rural King, where the loading bay would've been.
What he saw was something out of a horror movie.
A cross stood in an open space in the grass, the charred and burnt flesh of a person chained too it clung to the wood. Nearing it, Jason was breathless at the horrific sight. He was unable to tell if it had been a woman or man, but whoever it was, was young. Probably a teenager by the looks of their body. The body still radiated heat, and the grass around it was still smoking.This could've happened no longer than last night. The one thing that stood out from the body, was a small golden necklace, ashy and bits of flesh clung to it as Jason pulled it out from beneath the flesh. Cleaning it off, the golden chain held a similar gold cross on it. Letting the cross hang from the victims neck, Jason gagged before puking, the sight alone getting the better of his stomach.
He failed to notice the sound of something on the chain link fence, approaching him.
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[Mundane Monster]

Montserrat

Grayson Beckett

☆ Location Rural King Store

☆ Info

Currently Carrying -
US Military Issued Backpack

• First aid kit
• Lighter
• Needle w/ thread
• Hunting Knife
• 1 Epipen
• Filled water canteen
• Strips of Cloth
• Flashlight
• Spiked Baseball Bat
• Worn Plush Rabbit Toy

So it was a woman. Still didn't mean he was safe. Grayson often found that becoming a survivor made you shed your identity. You had to do some nasty shit to stay afloat--stuff that made you seem inhuman. This person though, didn't seem like most 'survivors' that he'd come across. That didn't mean he'd trust her though. He heard what he thought was her setting her weapons down, but how could he know if she was holding a knife or something small? He decided to set his bat down and keep his hunting knife strapped to his side.

"Alright. Weapons 're down." He paused then inhaled quickly. "I'm Grayson." Was all he offered in return to 'Charlotte' if that was even her real name.

Slowly, Grayson shuffled around the fallen display as the woman also moved out into the open. He was surprised to see how young she was. If he'd had kids earlier, they'd be about her age. He wondered if she was alone or if she had a family to run back to. He didn't say anything though.

"So w--" He began but the explosion of gunshots through the air sent him diving for his bat and returning to his offensive position. He fixed Charlotte with a wild, half crazed look. "You come in a group?" He demanded, wondering if he'd gotten himself and Isabella in a dangerous situation.

 

[Lulunopia]

Charlotte Ackerman
Female | 28 | Heterosexual | Leader and Protecter

Location: Rural King | Outfit: HERE | Mentions: None | Interactions: Grayson | Alive
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Charlotte watched a man, Grayson, come out from behind the shelf. He was on edge, that much she can tell, though he did have a lone wolf vibe. Looking him over Charlotte looked for a way she could take him down if it came to it. Nodding looked around seeing he was alone before trying to hold out her hand to shake his. Then came a bang, a gunshot. Diving for her Colt she pointed it at him as he stood in a offensive stance with a bat.

He had a crazed look in his eyes when he questioned her. "I'm alone. Are you? Whose to say that's not you're buddy out there making a noise." Charlotte glared at the man ready to pull the trigger if she had too. Though from what she seen in the few seconds she's seen him he's definitely alone. And with the way he's looking at her it's she's sure he's alone.

"Okay, Okay, let's take a few breaths and calm done. Maybe were both alone, maybe you got a friend out there, but there's no need to be shooting each other over one gunshot. So, let's lower out weapons and calm down." Charlotte lowered her gun slowly and holstered it. "Listen I don't know what you're doing here but, I could use a friend and I've found some canned food's down this isle." Hoping she wasn't making a mistake she held her hand out for a shake.

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Inventory

On Her
Colt 1911 (7 loaded, 50 total)
Hunting Bow
Arrows (10) attached to a quiver on bag
Flash light

In Backpack
1 rag
Journal
3 pencils
Pencil sharpener
1 sticks of deodorant
1 water canteen
3 cans of food
5 protein bars
1 bag of jerky
1 hair brush
1 inhaler
Matches (10)
Lightweight Sleeping Bag​

 

[Psychosis_Of_A_Yandere_Fox]

Renee Blackson/ Female/ 24/ Healthy
Around Rural King
Renee picked her way out through abandoned cars, trucks, and what else there was. Her shoes gripped the cracked ground from so long without any care. One of the cracks caught the tip of her shoe and tripped her. She hit the ground but softened the landing with outstretched hands. She gave a silent damn in cursing her trip to the ground. She was just glad about her gun's safety it didn't discharge and blow her brains or anything out of her. She pushed her self up and for some reason, she looked to her left. She saw an older model SUV and she walked up to it. At the back seat window, she swallowed as she saw the mostly decayed remains of a little boy and likely his mother. There were visible large holes in their foreheads indicating the mother likely shot her son and then killed herself.
Renee turned away but wasn't feeling sick. This wasn't an uncommon thing to see, but it still disturbed her each time a little. A thought flickered through her head and she turned back and tried opening the car door, it was locked. Lucky for her it had been likely a year or two this car was sitting here so the battery was dead. She took the butt of her gun and smashed it against the window of the SUV and the glass shattered into fragments. As soon as she did that the smell of death overruled her senses. She gagged and backed up repulsed at the strong smell of decay. She had to be careful with that. The chemicals and whatnot released was considered toxic and could kill another person if they breathed in too much unfiltered.
She took out a rag she used as a makeshift mouth cover and put it against her face and unlocked the SUV door. She opened the door and said to herself "Don't mind me, just browsing." in a low tone at the attempt of lame humor. She looked for the gun the presumed mother shot herself and her son but didn't find it. Front seat? No how would that be possible? Either way, she looked and found nothing. She then presumed perhaps the father and husband had shot his son and wife because they fell sick and was forced to leave them where they were...at least that was the nicest alternative she could think of.
Bummed she didn't find another easy gun she left the SUV alone. She continued on her way back to thinking where was the shooter and possibly when he would enter a .22 in her head...or if even worse a 7.62 or 5.52. She kept a slow walk (now making sure she didn't hit a crack and fall like last time.) and a wide eye. Something caught her eye...movement. Not wind movement but by something else. She knew if the cause of the movement had been looking her direction she was already found, no point in hiding. SIt was time to either die, get wounded...or run.​

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Selene Lyn Night
Female|33|Loner will be a protector | Location: Outside Rural King Store | Outfit

The dust rolled over Selenes boots as she walked. She heard shuffling next to her and turned to see her dog Shadow. "What you find boy?" She asked as she pulled a hand gun and watched waiting. She sighed when a rabbit ran across her path and shadow chased it.She smirked and put her hand gun away. Walking along the dusty rode, she whistled for shadow to come along. She slowed down when a store came into view. Making a small hand gesture for Shadow to stop. Pulling her hand gun, she went to hide behind a car and watched the store.

A frown graced her face as she watched the store there was definitely movement inside the store. She looked at Shadow and sighed. However her eye's fell on movement outside she watched a woman fall and shook her head at her. How could someone like that even make through the beginning of the apocalypse. She shook her head again and stayed put as she watched the woman open a car door and look through the suv. Selene moved and sent Shadow around. She stuck you being hidden. Shadow was a bit harder to hide he was a large dog. She was always there to save him, She wouldn't allow any one to harm Her dog. She got close and stepped behind the woman."Find anything of interest in the Suv." Selene asked. She held the hand gun up and cocked the gun.

"How many of you? ." Selene asked. She didn't trust any one and rightfully so. She been wandering the continent she met up with a man and he turned on her trying to kill her for her items or hurt her badly and leave her for dead. She had shot him and left him for dead instead. She normally never interacted with people but she needed to get into the store and quickly. She had to fill up on what she could.
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@Psychosis_Of_A_Yandere_Fox