Zena Xao ~ 22 ~ Location: Shack in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zakharia Jeylls

Zena sucked in a breath when he picked her up, unable to hide the fear in it. When she was slung over his shoulder though she made a frightened noise. Her hands grabbed and the back of his shirt and she could even feel tears pricking her eyes, her fear causing her heart to drop to the pit of her stomach. When he laid her down she let out a heavy breath and blinked away the few tears that had formed. She wasn't angry, as she had really brought that on herself but it didn't change the fact that it frightened her to no end. Zena couldn't meet his gaze that minute or so he hovered over her, shame for being scared to the brink of tears sinking into her.

When he moved away she sat up and placed her face in her hands for a moment. Zena's attention wasn't pulled away from that until she felt something soft and slightly wet surrounding her and then something heavier. Looking up as she heard Zakharia walking away she realized what he had done. She couldn't let him do that. If she kept the sleeping bag she'd feel bad, he'd be cold. He might not show it but she knew he would She wasn't going to make him give up his comfort for hers.

With a soft breath Zena got up and walked to Zakharia, dropping the sleeping bag over his legs. "Fine. You win. I'll take the bed" Zena was able to meet his gaze this time but only momentarily. She wrapped her still slightly damp blanket tighter and went to lay on the bed, her back to Zakharia. She curled up slightly to keep her own warmth in but still shivered a bit. The remaining light from the window combined with the oil lamp gave her the light she needed to just count the lines in the wooden walls.

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Zakharia Jeylls ~ Male ~ 25 ~ Location: Shack in the Woods ~ Mentions: Hobbit Princess

She was one hell of a stubborn girl. Still, she had the very bad luck that she was extremely stubborn, he was tenfold. After some minutes of looking at her tiny form wrapped in a semi wet blanket that the only thing would do without the arm-sealing effect of the sleeping bag was grow colder and colder overtime he stood up, covered her with the sleeping bag and tucked it in at her sides, giving her one last look before returning to his place and sitting in the exact same position he had adopted earlier. "Like you said, a cold can kill you nowadays, right? You are freaking freezing Zena. Stay put or I might have to get over there and sleep on you so you don't move" Given his muscular physique Zakharia was one quite heavy man but god did he mean his words. It was quite curious how he could be menacing even when simply watching out for his new, tiny companion.

With every passing hour the night grew colder and colder and the wind began howling through the windows, trying and succeeding to enter the shack bringing even more cold with it. I thought it was fucking summer, wasn't it? He though to himself as he adjusted his position and released a hard yet slightly shaky breath as he forced his muscles to stay still. He didn't want to shiver and was mentally trying to convince himself he wasn't cold. His eyes were closed, they had been for quite a long time now but the cold simply didn't allow him to drift into sleep. He then had to clench his strong jaw to avoid his teeth from chattering.

(sorry for short post :P)

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Zena Xao ~ 22 ~ Location: Shack in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zakharia Jeylls

Zena didn't move when he first laid the sleeping bag on her and tucked it into her sides and instead relished the warmth. At his comment a ghost of a smile lit her lips. She curled up a bit more and decided she would wait a bit and then return the sleeping bag. Just until her blanket had dried. Slowly the light in the room lessened and she could no longer count lines in the walls. So she started to hum, not loudly, just enough to keep her mind from drifting off. After a while she turned to look at Zakharia , glad the lamp was closer to him than her. It should keep him from seeing her eyes open. Once she noticed him trying not to shiver her heart went out to him. The tough guy was really just kind. Under all that asshole bullshit. Or maybe he was kind on certain circumstances. Either way he had been kind to her. As the wind grew stronger she bit her lip and got up.

Zena walked over to Zakharia , laid the sleeping bag over him once more and kneeled down to speak. "You're gonna get a cold. That could kill you and despite the fact that you've scared the shit out of me more than once you're growing on me. I don't need to lose my protection. What's a little Hobbit Princess like me to do without it?" She smiled softly at him, her dark eyes tracing over his features. "I have a blanket and a bed and a sweater. You can at least have the sleeping bag. " With that she stood up again and turned to walk back to the bed.

(It's okay. My posts have been pretty short too. Quality over quantity)

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Zakharia Jeylls ~ Male ~ 25 ~ Location: Shack in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zena Xao

He had been trying to focus his thoughts on anything but the cold that rapidly started taking over his body. He had wanted to remember any of his tattoo sessions or any of his nightly street fights at the bars or maybe even one of the many girls he had spent a night with and didn't even remember her name. He felt frustrated when every single one of his memories, no matter what they were about, somehow ended with his mind replaying the long minutes he had spent analyzing the tattoos of the little Chinese woman. But the tattoos weren't the only thing he was carefully remembering. He also remembered the soft texture of her pale skin and her soothing singing voice. Her very small waist and how her black hair cascaded down her back, covering her dragon tattoo.

Just when he had given in to what his mind stubbornly wanted to show him his ears alerted him of movement and his grey eyes were opened in an instant, deeply displeased with having been torn away from his memories. His expression relaxed when he saw it actually was Zena approaching him. He smirked when she said he had scared her. But then his evil smirk disappeared as a warm feeling set deep inside his chest, a feeling of pride that surged right after she said he was growing on her. He nodded, silent and accepted the sleeping bag back giving her one last long look before she disappeared into the almost completely dark side of the shack. He covered himself with the sleeping bag, too lazy to actually get inside it and he immediately felt the warmness start to brew in his body. Knowing that he would wake up if anything happened, he moments later fell asleep; his wide chest rising and falling softly with each breath. He would wake up hours later, very early in the morning. Early enough to see the sun rising.

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(( xD ))

Jacob Blake | 12 | Location: Town in Rural Area - Near/outside of the school| Mentions: Chloe (Indirectly)

As he waited for her to speak and consent to going with him, he observed her body. Her face was as pale as the moon in fear, probably from the sight of him killing the walkers over and over again. Regardless of if she was scared, they had to get out of there, and he wasn't going to just let her die. Jacob was scared too, very scared in fact, but he wasn't going to let himself or her die, even if he didn't know her. He heard as her breaths grew ragged, showing that she was obviously thinking it over. If she should go with Jake, the boy who she didn't know.

Mars whimpered slightly as the walkers grew closer, his black paws shuffling slightly, his head gesturing towards the female greyhound as if warning her, as if telling her they needed to get out, with their owners of course. At the words of the girl, he let out a sigh of relief and moved forward, crouched slightly. He gestured for her to follow, hesitant to grab her hand and take her, as anyone would. "C'mon!" he said, beginning to run forward, Mars running after him, the boy convinced that she was following.

(( Shortest post ever -pouts- xD ))

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Zena Xao ~ Female ~ 22 ~ Location: Shack in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zakharia Jeylls

Zena's steps were soft and hesitant, as she didn't want to be loud at this time of night. She slid back into the bed and curled under her blanket. Now it was Zena's turn to be too cold to sleep. To help her relax some she curled into a tighter ball, to keep her warmth under the blanket and started to hum. Soon Zena's humming turned into singing, one of the songs she had on a playlist that would help her sleep. She had been using it ever since she moved to America, a whole 6 years. "When I look at you I see ribbons of blue and hold you up, just enough. An elegant twist round your delicate wrist. Are you old enough to feel that lost? Noah paints a picture with your blues. Noah paints a picture with your blues. " Zena took a deep breath, her mahogany eyes closing out the world.

Turning so that she was facing the wall once more she continued to sing, already feeling the lyrics lulling her to sleep. "When we were three we were wild and free. We were rouge and free in love. Now we are more. We are filled with our flaws. We're not bold enough to open up. Through our veins is a picture with your blues. Through our veins is a picture with your blues. Give every clue, ribbons inside of you" It was around here that her singing faded back into a hum and slowly died out as she slipped into a soft sleep. She wouldn't wake up until far after Zakharia did, her exhaustion that had been heavily wearing on her now finally catching up.

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Chloe Butler | 11 | Location: Town | Mentions: Jacob

Instinctively, she knew she had to follow. She leapt up onto her feet in an attempt to run, but the bottoms of her shoes were slipping against the gritty pavement causing her to stumble as she tried to run. "Woah-" she exclaimed, her hands awkwardly flailing in the air, but she quickly regained her balance and finally pursued the boy. Miko would follow after, her tongue hanging loosely out of her mouth as she felt exhillerated from the rush. On the occassion, the greyhound would run ahead to close the distance between Chloe and the stranger boy, and then slowing down to allow Chloe to catch up.

Her backpack would constantly rebound off of her back as she sprinted along the uneven road; all her various bits and bobs were rattling wildly inside. Although not heavy, it was a nuisance and she'd have to empty out what she wouldn't need later on.
"Where are we going?" she would murmur to herself under her heavy breaths. They may as well run a marathon with the distance they had probably covered.

(It may be short now, but the posts will accumulate. c:<)

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Jacob Blake | 12 | Location: Town in Rural Area| Mentions: Chloe (Directly)

Jacob looked back as he heard her exclaim, ready to go and help her if she proceeded in falling, but she had quickly regained her balance before she did. He sighed in slight frustration, his bag luckily tightened on his back. Feeling happy and exhilarated, the Doberman's tongue hung out of his mouth, his head looking back at the greyhound as his tail wagged violently behind him, the muscles in his legs flexing as he moved them forward and back in the run, his eyes shining. Dumb dog, they were running from monsters, and it was happy and excited.

Jake continued running rather fast, faster than the girl at least, beads of sweat slowly beginning to form at the top of his head. If it wasn't for the walkers that they kept running into and seeing, he probably would've stopped by now, but nope. They had to just keep on coming. Ugh, why are there so many...? - he wondered with frustration as they ran. Soon enough, they wouldn't be able to run any longer. Luckily, though, his eyes stopped on a seemingly and hopefully empty general goods store. "Thank the Lord..." he muttered under his breath before looking back at her and gesturing for her to come before pointing to the store. Dodging some arms of the scattered walkers, he stopped at the door of the store, waiting at the door to make sure the girl was able to dodge them as well. Mars stopped at his side, looking to make sure they made it just as Jake did.

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(Aw, shit... I posted my response, and then when I hit reply, Lioden decided to log me out. -.- Agggh, I hate re-typing.)

Chloe Butler | 11 | Location: Town | Mentions: Jacob

Miko would bound up ahead to the store where the boy and his companion would stop at. Playfully, she would bat at the other canine's muzzle, before leaping back to quickly avoid the counter-attack. Her tail was wagging at a million miles per hour as she made light of the situation, obviously prioritising play-time over keeping guard.

Chloe would falter in her pace as she started losing her breath, her legs turning into cooked noodles as she gradually came to a stop. She was but a few meters away from the building where the rest of the small little group would stand, but her legs would guide her to the wall of the neighbouring toy store, before she instinctively slumped against it. Her chest was excessively rising and falling, her airway feeling tight as her breathing turned into wheezing. Quickly, she would slam her back-pack onto the ground, grab her inhaler and take in two puffs. The magic of medication eventually reliving her of her discomfort. Promptly, Chloe would cool-off for a few seconds, seemingly calm as the coast appeared to be clear of any creepers, before bending down to grab her back-pack and slinging it back to her back. Straightening up, she began to walk over towards the group, "So..." she quietly began, walking past the shattered window of the toy-store to see her own distorted reflection, "Are we saf- she was cut off by a menacing arRGGSh. (hehe)

The weight on her legs was lifted as she lost her footing, the sides of her thighs slamming the ground littered with shards of glass. Her feet were trailing against the floor as she felt herself being forcefully dragged backwards towards the broken window where a pair of rotten, blistered arm's had reached out and firmly grabbed hold of her right shoulder. "No!" she would cry, trying to jerk her shoulders forward in attempt to break free, but that seemed to only strengthen the walker's grasp on her as she was being pulled closer towards the disgruntled face of the decaying monster, "Help... HELP!"

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(( I am so sorry, I know the feeling -pats- D: Mine is so bad, I too tired xD it isn't even night, so ashamed ))

Jacob Blake | 12 | Location: Town - General Goods Store| Mentions: Chloe (Directly)

At the feeling of a paw swat against his muzzle, the rather aggressive Doberman snapped his jaws towards her, but missed as she had already been prepared and had moved back, a growl escaping his throat. Flattening his ears against his head, he looked away from the greyhound he was currently mad at, standing up straight to look over the female dog, looking at the girl, his head cocking slightly at her actions.

Jacob, being rather strong and muscular, didn't get tired easily, as he had worked on his farm/ranch a lot, rather constantly, so you would understand why he was confused as to why she had gotten so tired. What he didn't understand was that not everybody was stronger and faster than the average boy or girl, not everybody had been forced to work as much as he had. Though he still didn't understand, he decided to let her just stand there, even though she was in more danger than he. He sighed, leaning his right shoulder against the door frame as she began to take a few puffs from an inhaler, most likely hers. Is she asthmatic? Or does she just use it in times of need? - he wondered, though he decided to not care about that, after all, did it matter? After a few moments of cooling-off, she seemed better, and was walking towards him. Jake listened as she spoke, waiting for her to finish, his eyes immediately looking downward at the sound of growling and moaning. Walkers...

The eyes of the boy turned worried as he watched her fall to the ground, gasping slightly when he saw the nasty and rotten arms had grabbed a firm hold of the girl's shoulder, pulling her across the ground. Quickly acting, he pushed past the two dogs, who parted when they realized he was trying to get through, and rushed to her, bending over and grabbling her hand with one of his hands and her leg with the other, pulling. Holding on tight, he moved forward, still holding onto her body to keep her from going closer. Grabbing his knife, he stabbed the heads, struggling, his face sweating slightly and in a 'working' sort of expression, eyes closed in effort as he pulled her from the last one, to which he ended up stabbing it as well. The two children on the ground, he looked at her, breathing heavily, "You. You okay?" he asked in a rather breathy voice, though it stabilized at the end.

Although he loved his master, Mars had been trained by Jacob to not come near him when he was fighting a walker, as it would be easy for the walker to get the dog. Because of that, the rather 'beast' like dog had to watch his owner struggle, so he bolted over right when the walkers were all dead, licking Jake's face once, nuzzling his shoulder, yet all Jake did was reach his hand up to pet him, focusing on the girl, to make sure she was okay.

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Chloe Butler | 11 | Location: Town | Mentions: Jacob

Miko's ears shot back against her skull, her tail pinned between her legs with a quiet whimper. This dog was boooring. She felt her neckfur stand on end as she realised what had happened to her best friend. The greyhound would draw her lips back with a snarl, but instinct held herself back from approaching.

The dead fingers of the arm were lightly brushing her shoulder, so she would lean forward to let the arm drop against the window. The rotting smell of decaying bodies lingering around. She glanced up at the boy before her teary eyes quickly shut tight as she looked towards the pavement, shaking her head slowly in response, "No..." she would whisper in-between quiet hiccups which she struggled to suppress. She let herself gradually fall to the ground in-front of the store as she sat atop of the tiny fragments of glass, her arms wrapping around her knees as she stared into the ground with watery eyes. This was what she was trying to avoid for these past few days, and she would've been dead, or worse, become one of them if it weren't for the boy.

Tears turned into whimpers, which led to quiet sobs. Chloe tried so hard to hold back her tears, but the emotions coursing through her were overwhelming. "I...I-I want to go home..." she would struggle to mumble, pausing for a few moments as another wave of emotions flooded through her, "B-but... I c-c-can't... she whispered, her gritty hands cupping her face as she leant into her knees, the reality of things really sinking in. She wanted to go home, to be with her family and her friends, and for everything to go back to normal, but how could it? The town was a mess, the people she loved most likely gone forever, what would happen now?

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||Tabitha Grace Archer || 17 || Female || Location: Highway || Mentions: Dean & Company ||

Tabitha gasped in relief as she finally reached the truck, her knuckles turning white with the grip she had on the vehicle. Gryphon circled around her legs, pink tongue hanging out as the dog waited for his owner to catch her breath. Tabitha looked up and noticed yet another face staring at her from the window, a different on from before. She frowned slightly before beginning to work her way to the driver's side door, reaching up to pull off her satchel.

She knew the drill when joining another group, as she'd been through this before, way back when the walkers had just started.. well, walking .

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"State your name, rank and intention," a voice barked at her from behind the muzzle of a gun. Tabitha's eyes widened slightly and she put her hands up. She'd just been walking through her school, trying to get home and grab her dog before leaving town permanently. "Name, rank and intention!"

"Uh.. Tabitha Grace Archer, I don't know and leaving," she answered. The gun moved away from her face and she saw a girl no older than her with long brown hair and a frown. Behind her were three more kids, two boys and another girl. The brown-haired girl, who Tab assumed was the leader, pointed to herself.

"I'm Ann. Over there is Mickey, Ronan and Nathalie. You wanna join us, kid?"

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Tabitha shook her head to get out of the daydream and let out a breath. "Focus, Tab," she muttered as she approached the door. She dropped her bag on the ground and pulled her bow and quiver off, dropping it on top of the bag. "Just stay calm and they'll hopefully let you join," she said to herself, reaching down to pat Gryphon on the head.

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Alastair Vance || 24 || Male || Location: Rural Area next to The Highway || Mentions: Paige Valentine(directly) Cassandra De Barros(directly

Alastair gave a small nod at Paige, slipping his arrow back into it's quiver and slinging the bow onto his back right beside the rifle. He was about to speak when his attention was suddenly drawn away towards that faint shrill of a hawk. As he took in the sight of the flying avian he couldn't help but ponder, was this the same familiar hawk of the one in his past memories? The man's thoughts were only confirmed as his golden eyes focused on another woman, whom stepped out from the long dead underbrush. Alastair's gaze examined the woman who seemed to stand there, puzzled as she gripped a bow tightly in her hand. When she called his name he instinctively lifted his head in response giving a faint hum in response. Wait he recognized that voice, the one specific voice that would echo throughout his past childhood memories. "Cas?" the tall man spoke, it was a nickname he would use for one of his old childhood friends, he furrowed his eyes curiously as he swung a leg over the gelding's saddle, dismounting from the dapple grey horse quick yet carefully.

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【Paige Valentine ▸ 24 ▸ Location : Rural Area (by Highway) ▸ Mentions : Alastair Vance (directly), Cassandra De Barros (directly) (Open)】

Paige paid attention to Alastair's movements and followed his eyes until she spotted another figure in the near distance. She immediately gripped her pistol again and shoveled the items she'd gathered back in the car, ready to make a move. She knew she could hold her own against two people but she had no idea of what they were capable of and if there were others near. Before she entered the car, she waited for a moment to watch what was happening.

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