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

Jacob let out a sigh as he watched her move when she felt the slightest touch of a walker. If you knew Jake, you'd know that he wasn't really the best at sentiment. Or emotions. Or feelings really, but then again, that was mostly because of what he had gone through; before and after the walkers started... well, you know, walking. Though, if you had looked at the boys eyes, you'd see a small emotion of sadness in his light green gaze. He frowned at her response, unsure what to say. What could he say? He was horrible at talking, especially in sad situations, so horrible at it. The girl was sad, and he had no idea what to do about it. Inside, he wanted to help her and comfort her, but he couldn't find how to do it...

The boy frowned as he heard her begin whimpering and then begin sobbing, quiet sobbing. Green eyes glistened as if he felt like he was about to cry, though he wouldn't, as he watched her. Finally he decided to say something, "I know... I want to too..." he said in a suprisingly soothing voice. Jake frowned again as she put her head in her hands, "...But we can't... I can't... Everyone i know is gone..." he said softly, trailing off slightly at the end. Suddenly a thought went through his mind, "I know now isn't the perfect time, but I never got your name..." he said to her, running a hand through his hair. "I'm Jacob, but you can call me Jake!" he told her soon after, feeling the cold nose of Mars as the Doberman nuzzled him at his name.

Immediately Jacob's head looked up when he heard faint distant moans, but they were still the walkers, no matter how distant. Standing up, he rested a hand atop the head of his dog. "Come on, though, we better go somewhere more safe... We won't have to run as much, if you prefer that, but we need to leave, before more of those monsters come!" he said, slight urgency in his voice. Why did he want to help her so much? The boy honestly didn't know himself, and it did confuse him, but for now, he wouldn't focus on that particular question.

((SO Short ugh ))


Cassandra De Barros | 23 | Location: Rural Area (by Highway)| Mentions: Alastair (Directly), Paige (Indirectly), Open for approach

Cassie watched as she waited to make sure it was him and, when a small and faint hum was the response, her eyes widened slightly. When her familiar nickname was called out towards her, the rather thin and soft jawline of the female shifted as her jaw dropped slightly in a small gaping way. She couldn't believe it. It was Alastair, the boy, well man, that she had grown up with! Watching him dismount, her brownish/bluish hued eyes lit up with happiness as she examined his body. "Alastair!" she said in a slightly gasping way, her body moving forward quickly to embrace him in a hug. "I can't believe your alive! Well.. I mean, I can, but I didn't think I'd find you!" she said quietly as she continued to hug him out of pure happiness. Hey, you couldn't blame her. The woman's whole family were dead and gone, and he was the last one she had that she was close to in her life, and he wasn't dead...

(( Both so short... ))

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

Her mess of a face would nuzzle into the crook of her own elbow as she wiped away the warm tears on the rather clean sleeve of her shirt. With a sniffle, she would glance up, her eyes rosey-pink and glazed with tears, "Chl-Chl... she would hiccup, still trying to hold down that dreadful feeling of sadness, "C-Chloe. she would respond with a faint smile coming from the corners of her lip.

As another wave of emotions flooded through her, she finally felt the final tears roll down her flustered cheeks. Her eyes feeling dried up as the last of her sorrow was flushed out of her system, You have to grow up, Chloe. a quiet whisper would echo in her mind. "Okay... she would murmur in response, using her arms to push against the ground as she stood up. Her right hand would brush her forearm to dust off any debris from what just happened. Although her pink nose was clogged, the faintest smell of rotting flesh was prominent, Ew... she commented, as Miko came bounding over, her tail jittering with excitement as her tongue would draw across Chloe's tear-stained face.

"I'm... I'm ready to go now."

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Piper Ederwin ~ Female ~ 23 ~ Location: Highway ~ Mentions: Dean Ederwin, William Grey, Theodore Weaver, Tabitha Archer & Gryphon

The blonde girl smiled friendly at the man, her soft light-blue eyes looking at him. She was glad that he had calmed his nerves at least a little bit and also that his brother had stopped bitching about him. In more than one occasion Piper had been able to tell when someone meant harm and when they didn't and she trusted that gut sense for the most part. In the case of the strange man, Theodore was his name as he just had revealed, she knew very well that he was somewhat unstable. She could see that. But she could also come to the conclusion that his instability rooted from the fact that he had almost been mauled by a dog, he had been punched by a large, unknown man and now was inside of a truck with said man and two other people.

"My name is Piper and he is my older brother, Dean. He is sorry for punching you..." She added and sent a very hard glare Dean's way just when he was about to snort at her comment. "And this over here is Will, though you might have caught his name before" She said. Then Will started rambling about something in the likes of a scared elderly woman who was about to faint and Pipes directed her gaze through the window towards a dog and a limping, small figure in the distance.

Dean Ederwin ~ Male ~ 27 ~ Location: Highway ~ Mentions: Piper Ederwin, William Grey, Theodore Weaver, Tabitha Archer & Gryphon

He had just given up the silent arguing with her sister when he felt the hand of the man on the seat besides him clutch at his arm and t-shirt, trying to get him to look outside as though he had just seen the Sasquatch and it was coming to get him. When he looked out of the window all he saw was a nice dog...and a limping girl in the distance. She seemed young, much younger than the little group they were starting to form at least. Dean really didn't want anymore people around but he grunted and opened the door, getting out of the car. He petted the dog as he passed him quickly, trotting over to where the limping girl was.

Without even asking and of course, not even giving a thought to the possibility that the girl might put out a gun on him, he gently but quickly grabbed her arm and slung it across his shoulder, helping her move much faster than before. If he had simply lifted her it would have been even faster, but he knew it could scare her...or the dog. He didn't give it much thought, the enormous herd of walkers as now around three blocks behind them which was far less than what he considered comfortable. He opened the back door, signalling Piper to move one seat to her left, towards Theodore, and placing the girl next to her before closing the door.

As for the dog, he whistled and allowed him to get on the truck's bed before walking to the driver's seat and getting in, promptly stomping on the accelerator, with every intention of getting the hell out of there. "Pipes, remember to check her ankle when we find somewhere to stay the night" he said.

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William Gray ~ Male ~ 24 ~ Location: Highway ~ Mentions: Dean and Piper Ederwin, Theodore Weaver, Tabitha Archer, Gryphon


William whimpered slightly when Dean got out and went to the girl. Though his attention soon fell onto the dog again. To everyone else he might have looked sweet or cute, but all William could see was a vicious animal who was just waiting to tear him apart with it's teeth. For as long as he could remember William had been afraid of dogs. He had tried his best to overcome it, but was unable to. Something about the animals offset him far too much. He was too young to remember, but his mother had frequently told him the story of how when he was five a German Shepard attacked him. They ended up having to shoot the dog before it killed him. He was in the hospital for three days after that. He assumed that's where his fear came from. It was psychological. So when he saw Dean load the dog into the bed of his truck, William couldnt help but to groan.

William let his head fall into his hands again, whispering to himself. "It's okay. It's okay. The dog is outside. It cannot get you. You're safe in the car. It's okay." He finally looked up at the road ahead of them, breathing out a heavy sigh. "Is there any way we can go before that hoard catches up to us. I really don't want to die at the hands of Geeks." William knew his voice was a bit sharp, but it was obvious that it was fear. It was twisting in his gut, creating a black hole of anxiety that was eating him atom by atom. He started to bounce his left leg quickly, just trying to work some of that anxiety out. It was helping a bit, distracting him, but it wasn't helping near enough. Just after he said it, Dean stomped on the gas, jerking him back slightly. Well, that was one way to handle it. He relaxed slightly, just trying to ignore the gnawing knowledge that there was a dog in the bed of the truck he was in.

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Zakharia Jeylls ~ Male ~ 25 ~ Location: Shack in the woods ~ Mentions: The tatted Asian midget

His very light, grey eyes opened see very soft rays of light seeping in through the curtain. His eyes almost immediately averted to the bed were a small bundle covered in a blanket that would have been too small for him rested. Zena was still asleep. He raised his muscular arms high above his head, making his rounded shoulder and his spine pop with the motion as he stretched himself before giving a big but silent yawn. He stood up, straightened his clothes a little bit and then proceeded to fold the sleeping bag and putting and strapping it back to his backpack.

It was then he heard a moan. He sighed and rolled his eyes as one of his large palms roughly rubbed his eyes and face, taking away the last signs of sleepiness. He hadn't rested well since all this started but luckily for him, he was accustomed to not sleeping that much and could do well with some hours of sleep. He walked to the curtain and moved it a little bit with one large finger, confirming that outside there was only one undead as culprit for the moaning. He unlocked and opened the door of the shack and walked out, the limping undead coming at him before he swiftly ended it with a blow to his skull. He then dragged the body out of sight.

He usually didn't care and simply left the bodies there but after killing him he thought at how the dead zombie would have been the first thing the chingirl saw once she came out. He frowned then. Why the fuck did he care? He gave one final, angry kick to the dead walker's side and returned to the shack, silently closing the door and heading out again after making sure it was safe to leave the door like that. He didn't wander too far just in case.

Hours later he came back, he had only found some acorns and some wild berries, he didn't remember the name but by the looks of them he knew they were edible. Probably he had sometime read about them and luckily for him, he remembered them. He opened the door and entered the shack, his eyes quickly searching for Zena.

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Zena Xao ~ 22 ~ Female ~ Location: Shack in the Woods ~ Mentions: The scary Tattooed Hulk

Zena slept much longer than she thought she would. In fact, she was still sleeping when Zakharia returned. She had woken up once before, but only to roll over and go back to sleep. Since it had warmed up, she was now stretched out contrary to being curled up. Though it didn't take long for her to wake up after Zakharia returned. His energy in the room was upsetting her tranquility. Once she finally opened her eyes, she yawned and rubbed at them, sitting up. The back of her hair was a mess of bed head, tangled from her twisting and turning. She spent a few moments checking out her feet before finally looking up. Her eyes found Zakharia quickly and they narrowed. It was dawning on her that she had been way too trusting of this man. She didn't even know him! He could have been a serial killer for all she knew! Though, since the world was already ending, did that really matter? "Morning." Zena voice was hesitant, uncertainty running through it. She knew that it was morning, or daytime at least, she just was still trying to figure out the man. He hadn't hurt her yet, but past incidents were not precedents of future actions.

Slowly, Zena turned to let her feet press against the cool floor. She wasn't sure if she wanted to stand up yet or not. She wasn't hungry, and she didn't need to use the restroom - well, she wouldn't be able to do that if she wanted to, there were no restrooms -, so it seemed a bit invalid. "How long have you been awake." Zena didn't know if he had just been watching her sleep, and honestly was a little creeped out by the idea. The guy had already touched her without her permission, and basically kidnapped her! Jesus, why had she been so trusting! She was going to chock it all up to her sleep deprivation because that seemed like the only logical answer. Now that she was properly rested she was beginning to see the error of her ways.

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Zakharia Jeylls ~ Male ~ 25 ~ Location: Shack in the woods ~ Mentions: The tatted Asian midget

He looked at Zena to find she was still asleep. He had expected her to be up by now but it didn't bother him that much. He felt like they could spend another day there before abandoning the shack and continue moving. Something he had learnt in this short time was that if you stayed too long somewhere, you died. That was the reason why he was always moving and always ready to flee if he needed it. The weather had reasonably warmed up and so he was more than comfortable in only his black, short-sleeved t-shirt that allowed his muscular and ink-covered arms to move freely. He put the acorns and berries down on the wooden table, a few feet away from the bed, giving his large back to the sleeping Asian when he felt some shuffling behind him.

He turned to greet her waking gaze, and he stared without any expression as he noticed how many thoughts sped through her tiny head. She then greeted him and her voice was much more....doubting than it had been the day before, her gaze colder. "Good morning" he replied, his tone low and husky but ridden from any actual emotions. He wasn't being precisely cold, just...observant, analytic if you may. He started pulling any leaf or twig left among the berries when he listened to her voice once more, the soothing voice that last night had been singing itself to sleep, "A couple of hours ago, I went out to try and look for some food. This is all I could get." He responded, his gray eyes falling on hers.

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

Zena nodded as Zakharia explained where he had been. His harsh voice falling on her ears had at first caused her to cringe, but she was relaxed now. She didn't trust the man yet, but he wasn't giving her a reason not to either. "I don't need any of it. I have a couple apples and I ate yesterday. I'll be okay. Help yourself." Zena then started using her fingers in an attempt to comb out her messy hair. She sighed a bit as she realized what a task that was going to be and let her focus slip to that. "Do you think I might be able to get my knifes back, Zakharia?" Her voice was slightly distracted as she was still working out the tangles in her hair, but Zena knew what she was asking. He had taken her only form of protection really. She was okay at hand to hand combat, but felt much more comfortable knowing she had something that could actually kill the monsters that were plaguing the Earth.

Zena winced slightly as one of her fingers got caught in a knot and slowly worked it out, the long nimble extremities working delicately. She closed her eyes, not wanting to waste her focus on anything else. She knew it was an apocalypse and no one was going to care about her hair, but she still wanted to try and keep it beat. Plus, she wasn't going to be able to pull it up if it were all tangled. Yet still, even after ten minutes of working, she was only a quarter of the way done. Well, at least this would give her time to think about the man standing just a few feet across from her.

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

He was not an idiot and he could notice the sudden change on her ways towards him. Maybe he had done something to upset her, or maybe she just was a grumpy sleeper...How could he know? He didn't feel that her cold manners came from having just woken up, which left him to think what was that he had done that triggered this behavior in her. All he had done was take her to the shack, against her will but well, it had been either that or leave her unconscious on the floor in the middle of a highway were she was open, fair and easy game for either biters or any fucking pervert out there that happened to stumble with her fainted, little form.

She then said something about her not going to eat the berries or apricots he had brought and he looked at her, an eyebrow raised and his gaze serious, "That is all you ate yesterday, Zena. An apple..." He said as he handed her a fresh apricot, "Hobbits don't live solely on apples, do they?" He added. Actually eating some meat would do her better but he hadn't had time to set up any traps or snares so this would have to do for now. He still couldn't stop thinking about why she was suddenly so careful and distant with him.

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

"I'm not hungry Zak, put it to the side and I'll eat it later?" Zena hoped that the man wouldn't mind her shortening of his name as she continued to work through her hair. She was a bit unsettled by the fact that Zakharia had ignored her question about her knives, but she chose to brush it off. Maybe he just wasn't paying attention. "Hey Zakharia, can I have my knives back?" This time her question was much quieter and obviously a bit fearful. Even though she tried to convince herself he may have just missed the question, part of her was still worried he had ignored it because he didn't want her to have them back. Zena was able to keep quiet for a few more seconds, but then her frustration overwhelmed her. "Goddamn, I have a lot of hair! Ugh! Just un-tangle." Her voice turned more into a growl at the end as she attempted to work her fingers more quickly through her hair to untangle it. Though that didn't work any better so she slowed down again.

(Sorry I know it's super short)

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Quinn Santos | 25 | Male | Location: The Town | Mentions: No one | Open for interaction

Quinn sighed in relief as he finally picked the lock on the door to a loft above a small storefront with a paper clip. He opened the door slowly, holding his gun defensively. To his surprise, the inside of the living space looked untouched. Still, that didn't mean he was going to let his guard down. He moved over to the shot out couch in the middle of the apartment type home, setting his duffle bag on it. Now that he didn't have the added weight of all of his supplies, Quinn was able to move about much quicker. He was surprised at the state of the home, it was almost pristine. There was a kitchen and living room that were connected, making it feel alot bigger. Though, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, as Quinn discovered as he walked into the bathroom. There was a woman, well a corpse, laying out on the floor. She looked like she had been killed by something other than a geek, but still, Quinn couldn't be too safe. Just in case, Quinn positioned the barrel of his gun to the woman's temple before firing, the volume of it in the bathroom causing his ears to ring. "I'm sorry, ma'am." He whispered quietly before leaning down to pick up the corpse. He made sure that he held her in a way that kept her head from leaking blood and brain matter on him, but still in a bridal type style. Quinn carried the woman over to the window, opening it with one hand and dumping the body out. At least she's not here anymore.

The rest of the house was clean, leaving Quinn to worry about how the young woman must have had to die on her own. Oh well, there was nothing he could do now. Though, he did decide that he'd use the place for shelter for a few days. It kept him mostly out a harms way and was better than sleeping in a hammock. He walked over to the old couch he had put his bag on and sat down, sinking in instantly. It was like the thing was eating him up, and yet it was also very comforting. He sighed, reaching over for his duffle bag and opening it up. From the top he pulled out an apple and a bottle of water. For now this would have to do. He would check the woman's refrigerator later. He set the apple on the coffee table in front of the gray couch, his bag onto the hardwood floor before opening the bottled water and taking a sip. The heat of summer was starting to get to him. Sweat caused his hair to stick to his forehead, his clothes to his skin, and he was pretty sure that the back of his neck was sunburned. Of course, considering his background he was already used to that last one. He wiped his hands off on his pants, set the water down beside the apple, and leaned back into the couch. It seemed like as good a time as any to take a nap, but he just couldn't fall asleep. Oh well, he'd just lay there with his eyes closed until someone or something caught his attention.

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(Hey all, its Quax. If I were to restart something similar to this, would people be down for it?)

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I would be.

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I would be lol

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YES

Maybe someone else, too, I'll PM them.

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