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    1. bbyangellike 10 yrs ago

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8 yrs ago
Current Have not been on and won't be on for a while. Exams are taking place + other things. Forgive me if there are no responses for long periods of time.

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Hello! So my username was created back when I was 14 and I haven't bothered changing it because too lazy to think of a super new and mature one. So shit username is shit. Anyway I've been roleplaying for about 6 years now, although I've been inactive for 2 years, so I guess I've been rping for 4 years?

If someone can help me figure out a way to change my username please do tell me because I really want to change it to another shitty username.

I decided to get back into this because I feel my writing is pretty rusty and RPing was a great way to, ya know, hone the writing skillz and all. (yes I used a 'z' in skillz. fuck you)

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The sudden rustling of the garbage bags made her jump back. She clenched her teeth, waiting for whatever was waiting to show its, hopefully not horrible, face. Her hands were trembling from holding onto the knife tightly as she prepared herself to either fight or sprint from whatever was there. Her mind and heart were racing in fear while another painful pang from her stomach washed over her again. Her body was aching and she felt weak in general and she feared that she'd collapse from the fatigue.

Everything moved in slow motion until she saw the gun raised against her and the peek of a little girl's head over the garbage. The breath she didn't realize she was holding was let out in a sigh of relief. But she knew she couldn't let her guard down just yet. This child was probably scared and from the looks of it just as mentally and physically exhausted as she was. And she would rather not have to deal with a gunshot by a scared child. She began to examine her options. How should she go about this? She looked to be alone, and for all she knew her parents were likely dead or looking for her. Jess didn't really enjoy people, much less children, but she felt she knew how the child was feeling. Alone and scared. No one to be with in a world where it's kill or be killed.

"Put down the gun sweetie." she said in as sweet and gentle of a voice as her tired vocal chords could let out. She placed the knife down as slowly as possible, watching the child intently. "I won't hurt you, I promise. My name's Jessica. What's yours?" her eyes pleaded for the child to listen to her.
I have returned from the dead! This week was literally hell so I'm so sorry for the long wait :D
'Why's it so dark?'

Those were the first words that popped into Jess' head. She sat up from her uncomfortable position on the cold, hard floor of the pharmacy. It wasn't easy getting up as she tried to stretch out her sore and painful muscles while trying to stretch off the painful gnawing in her stomach. She hadn't eaten much in the past few days. She and her friends were due for a run into the city before the bandits came in. It didn't help that she had burned all her energy trying to run as far away from those bandits as possible as well as keep herself safe from the multitudes of the undead all around. She remembers having been absolutely exhausted that night trying to run away. She had been running for what felt like hours before finally settling down. Thankfully the pharmacy was a relatively safe spot to stay in. Not a lot of undead around as well as the empty shelves kept people from wanting to check the place for any supplies that might have been overlooked in the initial chaos.

She stood up and continued to stretch her sore muscles, not being in a particular hurry since everyone she knew was pretty much (un)dead. Taking a good look of her surroundings she began to scavenge the shelves, most of them were disappointingly empty, as were the cabinets. Whoever was scavenging made a really good point to literally go through everything and grab anything that they could. She does the same as well. Even though it's only been a month, everyone's supplies are probably running low. Rationing so little food for a month can only do so much before one has to go out and go on a supply run. She was lucky enough that there were still supplies at all when she and her friends did their runs even after the original burst of chaos when everything started going to shit. She imagined that stores and all would have been looted dry. But when people are dropping like flies and then getting resurrected to eat other people's brains and guts out, no one's really thinking straight.

As she gets ready to go out she takes one last survey of the storeroom. She puts her ear up against the door, listening closely for any groans or shuffling, even though she probably isn't going to hear much. Placing her hand on the knob carefully and twisting it as slowly and quietly as she can she pushes the door open, praying to god that she isn't going to encounter anything. Her entire body is sore and she has yet to eat a meal big enough to keep her from fainting. So running away from a horde of zombies (or even a few) is the last thing she wants until she gets food to eat.

She's thankfully greeted by nothing dangerous.

She sighs in relief and begins to move towards the door. Surveying as much of the area as she can see, she comes to the conclusion that there is nothing to worry about for now. She walks outside into the sunlight and begins her journey to finding some food to eat. But it isn't even a minute until she hears some rustling in the alley next to the pharmacy. She looks over to where the sound was coming from, taking the knife out of her bag and moving towards the sound. She's quiet and tries her best not to make a sound as she's moving towards the garbage bags. More rustling occurs and she's put more on edge by it. But that's when she hears it...

"Where's momma...? Where's favva...?"

'Oh my god...' she's dumbfounded. If she heard what she heard just now correctly, that must have been a little girl hidden among the garbage. There's no way that a little girl could be in the garbage right now. It must be the hunger that's getting to her. She's hearing things that aren't there. Thoughts and ideas of what she heard race through her mind. Can zombies talk now? Are they able to create actual words and sentences now? And sound like little girls hiding in garbage? Could this be a trap of some sort? Or could this be an actual child hidden in the garbage?

She's only a few feet away from the garbage now. Her hand shakily holding the hunting knife. There's only one way to find out if this is real or not.

"H-Hello? Is anyone there?" she asks. She's loud enough that whatever was in the garbage can hear her, but not loud enough for anyone else outside the alley to hear. She doesn't dare take a step any closer, not wanting her feet to be grabbed just in case this all goes to hell.
@Delta44 Is it alright if I meet your character in the alleyway considering the stroke of luck that we're both supposedly near each other?
Sorry ^^;; Don't really know where to start haha. Is there a way I can meet any one of the other survivors?
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If that squirrel comes back... I will be so happy...


OMG YES. SO MUCH YES.

Should have my CS up soon. Avalanche of work's gotten to me.
@Delta44

I put off studying French to write my CS.

I say post!
@Mordon@DoubleFurCollar

Thanks!

I'll put up my post as soon as possible


Hope this is alright :)
If you guys are still willing to accept I'll start a CS as soon as I get home from class. :)
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