Haha...My name is Erica, of the good old eastern united states. I live surrounded by pine trees. You can also call me DB if you want, my other roleplaying friends do. I have a skype group with them, but ive also known them for several years.
And now i'm off to drive my little sister to a paper store.
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“Oh my god...” Kylie exhaled softly. She had found them. Batteries. Kylie couldn't help but let out a speak of excitement. It was almost too good to be true. Kylie took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She didn't even know if the batteries were functioning. She pulled her backpack off her back again, pulling out the radio. The same one she had since she was a child. It used to help her with nightmares when she was young, maybe it would do the same now. She fumbled slightly with the battery hatch on the radio, her trembling fingers struggling to open it. “Fuck.” She growled. When had she last eaten anything? Or drank anything? No wonder she felt so weak, she could barely control her fingers.
Food and water was scarce as a large group living in the woods, but alone it was even worse. She felt a pang of loneliness as she fumbled with the batteries. She missed the rest of her group. Watching them die and panic. Kylie shut her eyes, trying to control her breathing. She would be fine. She had to keep calm.
The sound of someone pounding on the ambulance brought Kylie back into a panic as she dropped the battery, watching as it rolled away. She was hopeless to stop it as panic took over her body. Kylie scrambled to the back of the ambulance, until her back hit the back of the car. She hugged her backpack to her, with her machete held out in front of her. Her hands continued to tremble with fear. She was going to die. She thought of all the things she never did. She almost laughed at herself. She never even went to college.
The voice outside the ambulance, even coming from a woman, filled Kylie with fear. Friendly. Ha. She wouldn't believe it. This was a trap. They always are. Kylie swallowed as she processed the woman's words. She said our ambulance. She was with a group of armed survivors. Kylie tried to keep from hyperventilating. She didn't want to exit, but if she didn't they would be coming in. Kylie slowly, trying to keep off her sore leg, opened the door to the ambulance. She tried to keep her voice steady. “I'm so so-sorry.” She mentally punished herself. Don't show weakness. Her backpack was back on her back, her machete in hands. If they were armed so was she.
“I...I didn't realize this was yours. I just needed to get out of the streets.” She looked around, wondering where this woman's group was. “If it makes it any better, I didn't take anything.” Okay, partly a lie. She took bandages and the batteries. But they were both so valuable to her. Kylie felt faint.
Food and water was scarce as a large group living in the woods, but alone it was even worse. She felt a pang of loneliness as she fumbled with the batteries. She missed the rest of her group. Watching them die and panic. Kylie shut her eyes, trying to control her breathing. She would be fine. She had to keep calm.
The sound of someone pounding on the ambulance brought Kylie back into a panic as she dropped the battery, watching as it rolled away. She was hopeless to stop it as panic took over her body. Kylie scrambled to the back of the ambulance, until her back hit the back of the car. She hugged her backpack to her, with her machete held out in front of her. Her hands continued to tremble with fear. She was going to die. She thought of all the things she never did. She almost laughed at herself. She never even went to college.
The voice outside the ambulance, even coming from a woman, filled Kylie with fear. Friendly. Ha. She wouldn't believe it. This was a trap. They always are. Kylie swallowed as she processed the woman's words. She said our ambulance. She was with a group of armed survivors. Kylie tried to keep from hyperventilating. She didn't want to exit, but if she didn't they would be coming in. Kylie slowly, trying to keep off her sore leg, opened the door to the ambulance. She tried to keep her voice steady. “I'm so so-sorry.” She mentally punished herself. Don't show weakness. Her backpack was back on her back, her machete in hands. If they were armed so was she.
“I...I didn't realize this was yours. I just needed to get out of the streets.” She looked around, wondering where this woman's group was. “If it makes it any better, I didn't take anything.” Okay, partly a lie. She took bandages and the batteries. But they were both so valuable to her. Kylie felt faint.
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Ive never actually roleplayed using scenarios most of the time its a bundle of other roleplayers doing whatever. I gotta say I love the scenarios idea, it keeps everything organized.
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[Scenario #3]
Kylie stumbled through the streets of...well she had no clue. Kylie had lost all sense of direction after leaving her camp. At the camp there were compasses and maps, as well as people who knew how to navigate. Out here Kylie had no clue. There were street signs everywhere, on the ground and on uprooted signs. Some of them had been destroyed and vandalized or rusted over, so she wasn't sure if she could trust their direction. Kylie paused in the middle of the street, looking and listening around here. The place seemed pretty quiet, she could hear the groan of the walkers in the distance behind her. But she was sure it wouldn't stay safe forever.
On second thought, keeping out in the open like this could be dangerous. She could easily be surrounded and overpowered. Kylie tried to swallow back her panicking breaths as she looked around for shelter. She didn't trust any of the houses and businesses out here. They could be full of survivors or walkers who didn't make it out to the street.
Kylie looked down the street further, walking slowly as to not alert her position. As she got closer she was able to tell what was blocking the street up ahead. An ambulance. Kylie had to allow herself a smile. It would be perfect. It was not only protection from the streets, but it also might have supplies inside. Kylie continued her limping walk forward, being cautious of walkers in the street. Her machete, still being wielded two hand, almost slipped from her grip a few times. Kylie felt like a wreck, but maybe some hope would come from that ambulance.
The back door to the ambulance was slightly open. Kylie, taking a deep breath to steady her hands, shifted her machete to one hand, holding it defensively in front of her as she opened the door up the rest of the way with the other. Kylie visibly relaxed when she revealed for herself that the amublace had no walkers inside, as well as no survivors. Kylie, giving another quick glance around, climbed into the back of the ambulance, closing the door behind her. To her displeasure, the hinge let out a squeak. Kylie widened her eyes in horror, waiting for every walker on the block to swarm her. But none came. The sound was either not interesting enough or loud enough.
With a soft sigh Kylie closed the door the rest of the way, slowly as to prevent any more squeaking. She didn't close the door all the way however, she was scared she would become trapped if she did. As much as she wanted to keep the dead out, she didn't need the added stress. Her body was weak enough as is.
Kylie set her machete down next to her, close enough to grab if so needed, as she took the backpack off her back. It didn't have much in it, only what was already there when the raiders attacked her camp. A small ration of food and water, minimal medical supplies, and her gun. No ammo. However it pleased Kylie to see that her pocket radio was still in there. If she ever got batteries for it the music would help calm her down. Once she assessed what she had she began to rummage through what was left in the ambulance. Most of it was completely foreign to Kylie, she was no medical professional, but at least she knew what a bandage was.
“Batteries...” Kylie muttered to herself as she rummaged. “I just need a few batteries.”
Kylie stumbled through the streets of...well she had no clue. Kylie had lost all sense of direction after leaving her camp. At the camp there were compasses and maps, as well as people who knew how to navigate. Out here Kylie had no clue. There were street signs everywhere, on the ground and on uprooted signs. Some of them had been destroyed and vandalized or rusted over, so she wasn't sure if she could trust their direction. Kylie paused in the middle of the street, looking and listening around here. The place seemed pretty quiet, she could hear the groan of the walkers in the distance behind her. But she was sure it wouldn't stay safe forever.
On second thought, keeping out in the open like this could be dangerous. She could easily be surrounded and overpowered. Kylie tried to swallow back her panicking breaths as she looked around for shelter. She didn't trust any of the houses and businesses out here. They could be full of survivors or walkers who didn't make it out to the street.
Kylie looked down the street further, walking slowly as to not alert her position. As she got closer she was able to tell what was blocking the street up ahead. An ambulance. Kylie had to allow herself a smile. It would be perfect. It was not only protection from the streets, but it also might have supplies inside. Kylie continued her limping walk forward, being cautious of walkers in the street. Her machete, still being wielded two hand, almost slipped from her grip a few times. Kylie felt like a wreck, but maybe some hope would come from that ambulance.
The back door to the ambulance was slightly open. Kylie, taking a deep breath to steady her hands, shifted her machete to one hand, holding it defensively in front of her as she opened the door up the rest of the way with the other. Kylie visibly relaxed when she revealed for herself that the amublace had no walkers inside, as well as no survivors. Kylie, giving another quick glance around, climbed into the back of the ambulance, closing the door behind her. To her displeasure, the hinge let out a squeak. Kylie widened her eyes in horror, waiting for every walker on the block to swarm her. But none came. The sound was either not interesting enough or loud enough.
With a soft sigh Kylie closed the door the rest of the way, slowly as to prevent any more squeaking. She didn't close the door all the way however, she was scared she would become trapped if she did. As much as she wanted to keep the dead out, she didn't need the added stress. Her body was weak enough as is.
Kylie set her machete down next to her, close enough to grab if so needed, as she took the backpack off her back. It didn't have much in it, only what was already there when the raiders attacked her camp. A small ration of food and water, minimal medical supplies, and her gun. No ammo. However it pleased Kylie to see that her pocket radio was still in there. If she ever got batteries for it the music would help calm her down. Once she assessed what she had she began to rummage through what was left in the ambulance. Most of it was completely foreign to Kylie, she was no medical professional, but at least she knew what a bandage was.
“Batteries...” Kylie muttered to herself as she rummaged. “I just need a few batteries.”
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SyrianHamster said
Got my guys starting in Sunset Avenue, they've just heard the radio broadcast, and are going to try and make their way to the tower. Dunno if I'll pass you guys on my way - will probably make a detour to get some interaction going.
sounds cool! Maybe she finds the ambulance before your group does.
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haha. So i guess at this point we should be talking to each other about joining scenarios
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oh man monster, your avatar and sig combo makes the name Monster seem less scary
man lieo you got a fancy new name and everything. curse you.
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What a cool character idea!
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Kylie didn't know how long she had been running. All she knew was that she was not going to stop any time soon. This wasn't normal running, it wasn't like going on a causal jog or running quickly to get that boiling over pot of water on the stove. This was honest to god, panicked, running. Wide eyes, open mouth inhaling and exhaling at rapid rates, stumbling strides as you frantically try not to fall. Falling would be death. And just thinking that caused Kylie to stumble many times.
She couldn't hear any more voices behind her, did that mean the bandits had stopped? They must have assumed that the survivors would be far away enough to buy them some times to raid the camp. Kylie began to slow her run, her exhaustion catching up with her. She eventually collapsed to the ground, frantically trying to breath. Her chest felt so tight, likely a combination of the running and the panic, and her heart felt like it would have jumped out of her chest if she went on any longer.
Glancing over her shoulder, trying to see if the bandits had found her, Kylie was pleased to see she hadn't been followed. She wondered if the other members of her group had been as lucky as her. Some of them had been shot right out for not cooperating with the bandits. Kylie, still sitting on the ground, hugged her knees to her chest. She didn't know what to do. If she returned to the camp she might find her other friends, but she might also be found by the bandits.
Her contemplations were interrupted by the sounds of the undead. The distinctive moaning and groaning, something that could strike fear into anyone at this point. Kylie's breathing suddenly stopped dead in her throat. Her eyes widened and she felt herself unable to react. The machete on her side suddenly felt much heavier, her arms felt exhausted. Kylie slowly stood up as the sounds got louder. It sounded like one, but more would be coming. Kylie unsheathed the machete as she stood to her full height, her eyes still wide with fear.
The machete she normally found herself able to wield with one hand suddenly became a two handed weapon as Kylie lodged it into the walkers skull. It immediately fell to the ground, taking an exhausted Kylie down with it. Kylie frantically tried to dislodge her machete from the skull of the walker. In her panic, Kylie failed to see the approaching walkers, attracted by the sounds of Kylie. Kylie looked up with a gasp as she gave a final tug on the machete's handle, freeing the blade and sending Kylie onto her back from the force. Her vision swam as she stuggled to her feet.
And again she was running. Out of the woods and into the streets of town. Kylie, a mucked up machete in hand, looked around with wide eyes. There had to be shelter somewhere. She needed a rest. But knew sleep would never come easy. She could only hope she didn't run into more bandits.
She couldn't hear any more voices behind her, did that mean the bandits had stopped? They must have assumed that the survivors would be far away enough to buy them some times to raid the camp. Kylie began to slow her run, her exhaustion catching up with her. She eventually collapsed to the ground, frantically trying to breath. Her chest felt so tight, likely a combination of the running and the panic, and her heart felt like it would have jumped out of her chest if she went on any longer.
Glancing over her shoulder, trying to see if the bandits had found her, Kylie was pleased to see she hadn't been followed. She wondered if the other members of her group had been as lucky as her. Some of them had been shot right out for not cooperating with the bandits. Kylie, still sitting on the ground, hugged her knees to her chest. She didn't know what to do. If she returned to the camp she might find her other friends, but she might also be found by the bandits.
Her contemplations were interrupted by the sounds of the undead. The distinctive moaning and groaning, something that could strike fear into anyone at this point. Kylie's breathing suddenly stopped dead in her throat. Her eyes widened and she felt herself unable to react. The machete on her side suddenly felt much heavier, her arms felt exhausted. Kylie slowly stood up as the sounds got louder. It sounded like one, but more would be coming. Kylie unsheathed the machete as she stood to her full height, her eyes still wide with fear.
The machete she normally found herself able to wield with one hand suddenly became a two handed weapon as Kylie lodged it into the walkers skull. It immediately fell to the ground, taking an exhausted Kylie down with it. Kylie frantically tried to dislodge her machete from the skull of the walker. In her panic, Kylie failed to see the approaching walkers, attracted by the sounds of Kylie. Kylie looked up with a gasp as she gave a final tug on the machete's handle, freeing the blade and sending Kylie onto her back from the force. Her vision swam as she stuggled to her feet.
And again she was running. Out of the woods and into the streets of town. Kylie, a mucked up machete in hand, looked around with wide eyes. There had to be shelter somewhere. She needed a rest. But knew sleep would never come easy. She could only hope she didn't run into more bandits.
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