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Surviving the end of days (Zombie Role-Play) (apply, Having technical issues)

The sound of yet more blasts made the bluebird and the squirrel struggle in their snares before Irene snatched them up and broke their necks with a flick of the wrists. "Idiot," she muttered under her breath as she salvaged the cordage and placed the still-warm animals in her pocket. A soft rustle in the bushes nearby announced the presence of an infected--apparently downwind of her--and she scrambled for the shovel, which she'd put on the ground to attend to the traps. A spray of foul, aged blood spattered the scrub oak when she swung the heavy tool into the creature's soft, festering abdomen.

Time to run, now. Irene took off. The weight of her shovel, combined with her unfortunate lack of cardiovascular endurance, slowed her. She could hear a whole horde farther off, and prayed they couldn't hear her breathing. She hopped the gate rather than opening it, set the shovel against her wall, and went inside her house. It was time to do what she did best: Stand her ground.

She grabbed all of the glass points she'd made and hafted onto twigs as spears. She couldn't throw very well, but if any followed her and got close, they'd be much more precise than her shovel. Irene went back outside and leaned on the wall. She doubted whoever set off the gun was still alive, but it occurred to her that perhaps she would have to fight them as well. That would be the hard part: Infected are vicious, but stupid. Real people? They're cunning.

Surviving the end of days (Zombie Role-Play) (apply, Having technical issues)

The sound of a gunshot rang in the air, and not long after, another followed it, causing Irene to raise her eyebrows in surprise. Gunshots weren't so common anymore. In the beginning, it had been hard to sleep at night because there had been so many, but now, with the world nearly empty, it seemed, it became more and more of a surprise to hear them at all. It sounded like it came from...the highway, perhaps?

The young woman, who'd been sitting on the roof of her quiet little haven of a house for the past hour, got up and climbed down. Although she considered it important to relax at a time like this, there were things that needed to be done: she needed to pull some weeds, check for pests and disease on her precious veggies, see if dinner had gotten caught in one of her snares. And maybe it would be necessary to complement her cactus fence with some nice, deep pitfalls with something sharp or hot at the bottom. There had been no major incidents with infected before, but better safe than sorry, reasoned Irene.

The veggie garden was coming along nicely, but soon it would probably need some compost. The herb garden...was a little more weedy, but that was easily fixed. Everything seemed in place. Perfect. Irene wiped her hands on her filthy apron and checked to see that her glass knife was on her before carefully, quietly sliding open her gate. This was always the chore she dreaded the most, because while it wasn't very likely they could break into her little establishment, they might pick her off easy out here. She ran back and picked up her garden shovel. It was good and heavy, something that could easily bash out the rotten brains of an infected.

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"I don't know, man. He looked like the kind of guy who could have people finding shit out in a snap. But maybe as long as we all manage not to kill someone or otherwise make the front page, we can stay off the radar."
As for the idea of being stuck in a boat with Dan, Aura, Aria and Jaden, it gave her the urge, just for the moment, to run to the nearest bathroom and hurl. Not to mention the other issues in that plan. "We're in a world of shit," she muttered softly.

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I don't regret googling skunk ape

Surviving the end of days (Zombie Role-Play) (apply, Having technical issues)

Name: Irene Ross

Personality: Prefers to talk her way out of bad situations, doesn't appreciate interruptions. She is blunt and honest, can't keep a secret and can be a smartass sometimes. She always seems to have something to keep herself occupied with, whether it is maintaining the cactus around "her" isolated house (May its previous owner, now a zombie, find peace), knapping glass into knives or other sharp points, or struggling to get her blacksmithing set up correctly without disfiguring herself.

Physical Appearance: Stands at about 5'4, stout with a short messy black ponytail and large, angry-looking brown eyes. She looks like she's made of just fat, but she has a good amount of muscle in there somewhere. She usually has a plain green apron on. It has some stains consisting of both soil and blood.

Family: Single child; her parents were druggies and so rarely ever there for her during her childhood.

History: Once her parents were hauled off after being caught with some illegal substance or another, Irene was taken to multiple institutions over the years. She turned eighteen at the beginning and quietly slipped away to do some hardcore gardening while everyone around her was killing or being killed.

Skills: Gardening (food and herbs), trapping (mostly small animals), knapping glass and very limited metalworking, mostly from found aluminum cans.

Gear: A small medical kit, a pair of binoculars, and a good big garden shovel.

Goal: To survive in this little house of hers as long as she can.

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Chloe groaned. She knew Dan wasn't being serious, but...come on. She didn't even know what a skunk ape was, but she wasn't going to admit that. "I say we pool our money and head somewhere in the US. It's a better bet than that...what'd you call it, Radito? A 'five fingah discount,'" she impersonated his voice. "And wherever we go, we'll have to move on to somewhere else from there. Just to be sure. I don't have a feeling that guy will just give up on finding us. He probably wants us experimented on or something."

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@Zobozun Just wanted to say I like your writing style!

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Chloe rested her head on one hand. "So...just curious. How are we going to pay for a flight anyway? I don't have a terribly big reserve of money." She envisioned herself splitting off from the rest of the group and hiking off into the woods, where she would permanently live a nomadic life, living on berries and squirrels and climbing trees to search the area for pursuers. Of course, that wasn't an option. For the moment at least she was stuck with these people, and she had no idea how to prepare herself for whatever would come next.

Wolf RP

Sure, if you want.

Wolf RP

I may be interested.