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Rad Dan makes me laugh every time

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

She got out a couple of plates and scraped the food onto each one. Grabbing a couple of forks, she put the slightly dirtier plate on the coffee table, then sat with her own food at the table. She scooped some water straight from the bucket into an aluminum water bottle, took a long gulp, and started to eat like a starved dog. As she did so, however, she eyed the shotgun nervously. A shotgun would definitely win against a piece of sharpened glass, and Irene found herself hoping that this Hunter guy didn't have much ammo left. Don't show any fear.

She looked back to her plate and skewered a stringy chunk of bluebird on her fork. She should be killing a deer soon. She had a surprisingly good supply of salt, and it would last her through desperate times. Irene drooled a little. Venison sounded great at the moment.

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Chloe scratched the back of her neck uncomfortably. "I'm, um, I'm sorry, father, but I'm not entirely sure the police will be able to provide us much help." She rarely spoke with religious figures, save for the occasional Mormon knocking on the door, so it was a little difficult to not be awkward. Why? She had no idea.

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"Oh please god no," muttered Chloe. Then again, she didn't have any of her own ideas on anything, now did she? "Well, I guess I have to admit it would be a pretty badass gang." She let herself laugh because how were they going to survive without a little humor?

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I hope everything's okay.

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"Irene," she said, not bothering to look up at the much-taller man now. Instead she just stirred around the chunks of squirrel and added the bird and herbs. "Yours?" She casually took the knife the moment he put it down and examined it at the same time she stirred the meat. It was heavier than her own. She put it back. "I have a tank of rainwater out back," she said, pointing to a metal bucket. "Go get some if you want any with your dinner."

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Irene caught some vibes like he'd caught this guy off guard. Good. She smirked slightly as she ignited some gas and heated up some oil. "I don't know where your weapons are. You're in my damn house because I found you laying in my yard. I'm just some delinquent who got out of trouble when the zombies came out. I helped you because..." Wow, that was a good question. She ended up just shrugging and laughed a little. "Because my stupid conscience made me. But I'm starting to regret it. That dumb ol' conscience, you know? It'll get you every time."

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"Oh, I guess you didn't notice that I just chopped the heads off my dinner," she said. "Oh, and two days ago...I think it was two days ago. A rabid dog was trying to get into my damn yard, so I had to bash it to hell. So that's where the majority of the blood came from." She held up her own knife, a transparent one that glinted in the fading light, and started to gut the squirrel. "Put that thing away. I'm trying to cook."

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By now the sun was starting to set, and Irene had gone back outside. She plucked some of her herbs so that it could go along nicely with the meat she'd caught, yawned, and went back inside to prepare the small animals. Irene froze. The couch was empty. I should have tied him up. Why in the hell did I not tie him up? She checked for her knife. Yep, it was still there. It crossed her mind that she might have just let a depraved psychopath into her home, and she groaned softly, wondering why she had bothered showing any humanity.

"Have fun making that ankle of yours worse, idiot," she called, and slipped into the kitchen. With nervous glances behind her, she beheaded the bird and the squirrel, plucked the bird, and skinned the squirrel. The faint smell of blood wafted out of the kitchen.

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About half an hour passed in which Irene simply stood still, two spears at the ready, waiting to drive glass through softly rotting ribcages. Although she could hear groans nearby, however, it never happened. Maybe the wall of cacti confused them. Maybe--hey! Was that what she thought it was? She put one spear aside and prepared to thrust the other into the infected's spine. She drew her back and...dropped the spear. That wasn't an infected, it was a normal human being! How did this asshole get into her property?

Irene knelt beside the man and put a couple fingers against the carotid artery. Pulse was slow, as was to be expected for an unconscious person, but strong enough that she didn't see any reason for concern. But then...maybe she could just throw him out. Pick his pockets for things she could use and leave him as bait to draw the infected away from her house. She didn't exactly have a wealth of resources to even keep herself alive.

Then she remembered, for some stupid reason, her childhood. How her parents had left her to fend for herself while they shot up drugs, how lonely she felt even in their presence. She had hoped fiercely that no one else would have to endure that. That no one would ever have to deal with the pain of being abandoned and left to die because of someone else's selfishness. Irene sighed.

It won't be permanent.

She dragged the man inside her small house and onto the couch, grunting. He was muscly, and muscle was heavy. If not for her experience lifting bins of compost and whatnot, she probably wouldn't have been able to move him. After a cursory check for injuries, she realized the stranger's ankle was swollen. With a reluctant huff, she moved to grab her medical supplies, grabbed some bandage and a cream that was supposed to reduce swelling, and tended to the injury.