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A Dance with Death: The Pas de Deux
While there was silence on the radio, Ana's rather moody company mumbled a curse before appearing to succumb to some sort of grief-ridden madness. Astonished that this man was suddenly quick to panic like this, Ana displayed an expression of wide-eyed shock while she watched the man out of the corner of her eye.
"...What. The. Fuck. Is. Wrong. With. You?..." Ana mumbled to herself, shaking in head as the man dove into the contents of his bag for alcohol. The concept of PTSD, or just how horrible the events of the outbreak were relatively unknown notions to her. Her life before all this was that of safe luxury. Even after the initial outbreak, Ana had managed to hide in her top floor apartment while the outbreak plagued the city. Carl shortly found her and then did all the dirty work. Sure, Ana experienced the dread of the apocalypse, just like anyone else, but she never saw just how bad things were. She hadn't seen people being eaten in hordes, people being shot, and so on. Carl had spared her from that, and that was probably the biggest fault in his teaching.
Now offered the bottle of whiskey, Ana gladly accepted it, even giving her companion a nod of appreciation. She took in a long, spaced-out gulp, which she'd regret with a horrible aftertaste that caused her to cough.
Right after her companion spoke, a response from the radio buzzed in. Ana had no idea where Wilmington was, let alone how far they were, but it seems like her companion knew of it all too well. Much to Ana's dismay, she'd have to convince him to lead them both there.
Taking a another drink from the bottle of whiskey, she shook her head and offered it back to the man.
"Did you hear? Someone answered." She gestured to the radio while keeping her eyes focused on the road. "We go there and we'll have more people. More people, more strength, yes?" Again she gestured to the radio, obviously hinting at him to respond with their distance from Wilmington. After a moment, Ana grew a bit impatient. "...So how do we get there..." Still trying to sound reassuring to the man.
Got back just in time, it seems.
Question.
The guy roleplaying with Jazileena hasn't responded and it's been days, what should I do if he doesn't respond in a week?
PM and ask about his/her status. Wait 24 hours and then just move on.
@FortunesFaded Thank you!
I have a question, however.
I see that at least some of the characters are near Wilmington, so that's at least a place. Assuming it's at least two months into the apocalypse by your first post. The only question is, where should my char come in? And should I include his situation when the initial outbreak started?
I mean, I'm pretty sure my assumptions are accurate. If not, please tell me so!
You're right.
Where you want to be comes down to your personal preference. I'd recommend that you find a character (or characters) that you want to interact with. Unless explicity stated, I'm pretty sure every other player is open to your character finding them.
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It's fine! Post when you're ready
Hey if the police in wherever can respond to Ana's radio call, I'm kind of waiting for that before I continue.
My dad was in a car wreck, so I apologize for the delayed response. @FortunesFaded Is it okay to still tag along with Desmond and Scout or should I try and connect with a different group?
Well I hope he is fine. Take all the time you need.
A Dance with Death: The Pas de Deux
Ana hoped to say that she felt relieved when the man lowered his gun, but with one crisis averted, they had an entirely new one to deal with. It took only one worried glance around the proximity to realize that every zombie, within their auditory abilities, were all tracking down the irregular sound of a car horn. Panic was slowly creeping in but Ana did her best to remain collected.
Right... Don't panic. Unlock the door. Drive away. We will be fine.
Ana preached this internally, over and over again. It was something she always did right before opening night. This was no different, it was just a dance. It took every bit of reaching possible for the short ballet dancer but she managed to flick the interior door lock for the passenger door. It wasn't until now that she realized that the man was calling out in Ana's native tongue, absolutely butchering the pronunciation and vocabulary.
Fuck! Just speak to me in English! Ana yelled at the man as he swung open the passenger door and slipped into the seat.
Okay... Just drive. Drive and we wi-!!!!
Ana was in the process of leaning forward and shifting her vehicle into park when the man flung her back into her seat. For a moment, Ana worried that this was the end. That somehow, letting this man into Ana's really only home left had been a huge mistake.
"`tchyo za ga`lima?! What the fuck?!" Ana screamed after her ears began ringing from the man's suppressed rifle. It was nothing like the movies and confined in such a small place, the sound really reverberated inside. Plus, the muzzle was right in front of her. What the fuck was this guy? After a few shots, Ana heard her window shatter and now the barrier in which Ana had felt so securely about before, was gone. Cold air rushed in and Ana felt the breeze tickle her neck as it dried the thick sweat from her panic.
Enough was enough. "Po'shyol 'na hui! Ana really strained her throat as she yelled yet another curse, this time directed at the man. That wasn't the only thing she directed at him, her fist flew out and collided with the bridge of the man's nose. She pushed the man's weapon up sprung into a fury to start her car. The car revved into life and Ana slammed her foot on the pedal. The car roared to life, squealing the vehicle's tires, before accelerating. Several encroaching bodies of the recently deceased were smashed by the front bumper and treated as speed bumps as the car rolled over each of the Undead, all the while Ana had never ceased her Russian cursing fervor. Most were very nasty comments about a particular individual but some things were best left unwritten.
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Some odd number of minutes would pass before Ana would cool down, relishing the silence after such a taxing event. There wasn't much to say and while it was nice to have company again, she certainly wasn't sure about this Piz'da after all that had transpired. Thankfully, she wasn't going to be alone with this lunatic for much longer. The police radio buzzed to life, something that hadn't happen since the very early days of the outbreak, and a voice on the other end made a promise for everything that Ana wanted to hear. After its conclusion, Ana remained silent for a moment, pondering what to do."What do you think?" She finally spoke to her comrade, but not really waiting for a response she quickly picked up the car's mic and responded. "Aay, I hear you Wilmington." Then a thought occurred to her. "Where the fuck is Wilmington?" She said aloud.
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