Interacting with:@Polaris North
"Huh?" Martin turn around to the voice. After noticing the source, he stepped back a bit in shock. He certainly did not expect a masked individual behind him. The overall appearance of the guy forced Martin to put his hands up in self-defense. Even in a secluded place like Pallet Town, the teenager knew to keep his guard up at all times.
"Oh, wait. I know you," Martin dropped his arms to his side. He smiled and saluted the mysterious individual. The man did have a distinctive helmet compared to the citizens. Even then, the guy became known as a weirdo for his daily activities.
"You're that creepy guy who sits in radio waste all day," Martin grinned and stepped closer to the man. He stretched out his hand for a formalized greeting. Suddenly, he pulled away and began moving backward. "Wait, are you safe to touch? I'm been around some radioactive waste before, but I don't want to touch enough to cause any unwanted mutations.
Martin pulled on the collar of his shirt nervously. He might have made the conversation awkward with his rambling and speaking from his mind. "Hey, the radio is starting again! Let's check it out!" He attempted to change the conversation by pulling attention toward the static coming from the radio.
Interacting with: @Soph123@LeamonZest89
The group of men looked at each other. Their faces showed confusion; their eyebrows shifted to represent anger. They mumbled under their breath and began whispering. One of the men who spoken earlier took a few steps closer to the new arrival. He dragged a spiked baseball bat on the floor. Spitting near Honey's shoes, he grunted with frustration.
"Look, bitch," he established his greeting with the profanity by putting extra emphasis on it. He looked around at the others and smiled. The other men laughed finding the confrontation amusing. "I'm going to tell you one thing. Do not come in here and start making threats. You're not going to last."
The man turned his attention to the spider freak. She joined out of nowhere. The mere sight of her churned the guy's stomach. "Stick with this eight-legged female. Bitches need to flock together, right?" He laughed and hinted at Catherine's supposed nickname throughout the town. Another male figure joined the circle only to pull the man aside and whisper in his ear. The rude man nodded.
"A'ight, they see the boss outside. He'll be here in ten minues. Don't piss him off." The man turned around. He began making hand movements for the rest of the militia to open the gates.
Sounds of static first erupted from the radio. After a while, only a brief pause of silence came. Then finally, the noise of a mic turning on. "Hello, viewers. I apologize to those who missed the morning broadcast. Hopefully, those who were scavenging out for supplies or might have had zombie troubles are now able to listen to the recap." Everyone stopped eating and listened closely. Some of the individuals continued to go about their day as they heard everything that transpired in the morning.
"For those traveling, do not stop by Racoon City or Boston. Those settlements have offically died due to enemy forces. Traveling in these cities will only mean death. In other news, some people are trying to start a trend by wearing a blue bandana in order to show they are salesman. I am not sure if it's going to last, but if you see someone wearing a blue bandana, I guess they are friendly?" The spokesman started flipping through papers.
"Most importantly, there is a new settlement that has emerged. THE END, weird name, is supposedly accepting new citizens. They apparently are zombie and robot free. Food, water, and other supplies are available. Surprisingly, they are not racist toward other species or races of different colour. It's a rarity, haha. I also hear the settlement does have package goods which is hard to believe. This is officially the best safe haven out there, guys. I'll find more information out, but until then, here's another segment on "What I Miss From the Old Times.""
The radio cut off. Everyone abrupted into boos and laughter. They referred to THE END as nothing but a rumor. Nobody seemed to believe the spokesman and considered it far-fetched. "This is just a dream made by those who can't deal with this shit. Get out of here, man."
