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[Rystelle] Walking Dead [ChronoBovino]

Brandon slammed on the breaks, causing all of them to jerk forward, then stop. Brandon and Lydia turned and looked out the window to see what Francis had described--a man eating another man. They heard his frantic screams, saw him trying to beat away his attacker.

Clutching at Brandon's arm, a note of controlled panic in her voice, Lydia stated, "Brandon, we have to do something."

Brandon put the car in park and told her, "Get me the gun in the glove box."

Lydia did as he asked, getting him the gun he kept for security purposes and handing it to him. Brandon switched off the safety and looked to Lydia and Francis. "Stay here," he instructed them. "Lock the doors after I'm out." Lydia nodded a little numbly. Brandon got out of the car, shut the door behind him, and Lydia locked it. Approaching the attacker and his victim slowly with his gun at the ready, Brandon called out in a strong voice, "Stop what you're doing now and back away from the man."

The creature looked up and snarled and Brandon stopped, a look of surprise written on his face. Whomever he was looking at was messed up. His eyes were discolored, his teeth rotting, his skin abnormally pale. Seeing fresh meat the Walker let his previous victim go and staggered toward Brandon, his arms outstretched to claw at him. Now that the Walker didn't have a body in front of him Brandon could see the gaping hole in his stomach, the intestines spilling out.

Brandon swore violently and in the car Lydia clapped a hand over her mouth and stared with wide eyes. Brandon shot the thing in the heart once, but it still kept coming. So he switched his target and shot it in the head. The man, the thing that was once a man, dropped to the road like a sack of potatoes.

Instantly Lydia was out of the car and at Brandon's side. He staggered and she put her arm around his waist to help steady him, though it was hard to do given he was about twice her size.

"Zombie," he muttered numbly. "It was a fucking zombie."

"Sit down, Brandon," Lydia told Brandon, trying to keep her voice even and calm. "Just sit down. I have to check on the other person." With Lydia's help Brandon sat down on the asphalt. She then went over to the other man who had a chunk bitten out of his neck and knelt at his side. Seeing such a wound in a movie or on tv would have normally freaked Lydia out, and she knew it, but a perfect calmness had settled over her. As the man held out his hand to her she took it, grasping it tightly.

"It'll be alright," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "You'll be ok." She knew he wouldn't, though. He was bleeding out too much, too fast. There was no way they could save him or get him proper medical attention on time. He was already fading fast.

"Thank... you," he gasped, taking in labored gulps of air. "I know... I w-won't. B-but tha-ank y-you..." He squeezed her hand tighter and then his grip loosened. He let out a sigh... and was gone.

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Walking Dead (18+) -- Slight Update

Here it is, sweet and simple. I'm looking to do a 1x1 about AMC's Walking Dead.

I'm looking to do a romance plot with my OC and someone playing Daryl or Rick. I will also happily double for you if you would like. We can either have our characters stay with the group, or they can split away from it on their own or with a few others we might want to take along. If we follow the plot line it will be drastically different because, let's face it, a lot of things could have been done differently and there needn't have been so many deaths among Rick's group. There are certain other deaths, however, that will stay as I feel they're justified in one way or another.

Swearing, gore, and sex is fine. If you prefer to fade to black then I am not the partner for you. This can be anywhere between casual (2 paragraphs) and advance (2+), and a basic grasp of grammar is a must. If you're interested shoot me a PM.

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It didn't take long for Tim to pass out. Almost as soon as his head was in her lap Sophia could feel his body relax, hear his breathing slow. She continued to hum a gentle, soft melody in hope that it might help keep Tim's nightmares at bay. At first Sophia had been unsure of what to do with her hands, but eventually she had rested one hand on Tim's side. She rubbed his side gently, a ghost of a smile on her lips as she let herself enjoy this simple closeness, this blissful peace.

At some point she started nodding off, the long day of work and worrying for Tim having worn her down. Sophia leaned her head back on the couch, closed her eyes, and let herself follow Tim into dreamland.

[Rystelle] Walking Dead [ChronoBovino]

"I'm glad y'all are alright," Lydia said with a sigh of relief. "I wonder what happened to that guy though." She wondered why he was wounded, why he walked into the middle of the street, why he didn't stop to help Francis and his son. They might never know and she simply shook her head in disbelief.

"Do you have any other family?" Brandon asked, glancing at Francis through the rear view mirror.

"You can use my phone to call them if you need," Lydia offered.

"And if we need to we can pick them up before we head to the base," Brandon offered kindly.

While neither of them were really religious, it was important to be kind to your fellow man. They lived in the bible belt, however, and were used to many people speaking their religious beliefs. It didn't matter so long as you didn't use them to hurt others.

[Rystelle] Walking Dead [ChronoBovino]

"Nice to meet you, Francis and Pete," Brandon greeted politely, though a little grimly. He was still pondering over the implications of a bio-hazard threat that was the cause of a Coast-wide evacuation as he got them back on the road and started navigating to the base. "My name's Brandon Berkley."

Turning in her seat to look at their passengers Lydia said, "I'm Lydia Desemar. It's nice to meet you, though I wish it was under better circumstances. So what happened with the car? Did a tire blow out, or did someone run you off the road?"

[Rystelle] Walking Dead [ChronoBovino]

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[Rystelle] Walking Dead [ChronoBovino]

It was a lovely summer day on the Mississippi Gulf Coast. The sky was a clear blue, the humidity low, the breeze soft and cooling. And best of all in both Lydia and Brandon's opinions was the fact that they both happened to be off of work the same weekend as an ongoing renaissance fair in Ocean Springs, one of Biloxi's neighboring towns. Although he was over a decade older than her and also her boss at the diner where they worked, Brandon and Lydia had a good work relationship as well as a good friendship outside of work due to having similar interests and the same sense of humor. When their days off coincided they liked to hang out and play video games, watch movies, or practice their marksmanship with bow and knife--and in Brandon's case, gun. They both liked renaissance fairs and so had gone to the local one earlier that day, but it had come to an end and they were headed back to Biloxi with Brandon driving and Lydia in the passenger seat.

Both Brandon and Lydia were in full renaissance outfits, him in a tunic, breeches, and boots, and her in a more elaborate outfit that incorporated chain mail and a hooded cowl. Whenever they were stopped at a stop light their outfits would draw attention, not that they cared. The two were chatting away happily, discussing the day's events with the radio quietly playing in the background.

"I totally kicked your butt at archery," Lydia informed Brandon with a smug grin.

"Only because I let you," he replied jokingly.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Suuuuure you did. And you also totally didn't trip over that bale of hay."

"I told you," Brandon remarked, wincing a bit as he recalled face-planting into the ground, "that hay jumped out at me."

Lydia laughed but didn't reply, instead turning her focus momentarily out the window. Suddenly the radio let out a long beep, catching both Lydia and Brandon's attention. He turned it up so they could better hear the message that was playing.

"--The government has ordered a mandatory evacuation of Harrison County. Every citizen is expected to comply. There will be--" The voice on the radio went on, explaining that there was some sort of bio-hazard threat and that the military would be assisting people in evacuation, making sure that they made it to either Keesler Air Force Base, or else the Northrup Grumman Ship Yard, a ship yard that built and housed naval ships.

The two looked at each other, suddenly extremely worried. A moment later Lydia's phone began to ring. She frantically tried to dig it out of her bag, cursing the fact that there was so much stuff in there. Finally she got it out, saw that it was her parents calling, and quickly answered it.

"Where are you?" Lydia's mother burst out as soon as the call connected. "Did you hear the announcement?"

"I heard, Mama," Lydia replied, feeling a little shaken up. "I'm with Brandon right now. We left the fair not too long ago and he's bringing me home. Or was going to. How the hell can the entire Coast be under a bio-hazard threat? Can they really evacuate everyone?"

"I don't know," her mother said, sounding just as shaken up as Lydia felt. "There's already some military personnel here working on evacuating the neighborhood, trying to get everyone to Keesler Air Force Base. Your father, brother, and I will be leaving soon, but I wanted to make sure that you're alright and do the same. Don't bother going home, I've got some clothes of yours here I'm bringing. I've got to let you go now, but I'll see you soon. I love you, baby girl. You and Brandon keep safe."

Lydia looked over to Brandon who nodded solemnly. "We will, Mama," Lydia reassured her. "We'll see you on base. I love you too." She then ended the call, feeling more scared than ever. Brandon, seeing her all shook up, took one hand off the wheel in order to take one of her hands to give it a gentle squeeze.

"Thanks," she mumbled numbly, giving his hand a tight squeeze.

Just then they passed a car wreck.

"Jesus," Brandon said, slamming on brakes. "Wait here," he instructed Lydia as he put the car in park. He undid his seat belt and hopped out of the car, running over to inspect the wreck. Lydia watched, worried for the passengers of the car. When Brandon saw her looking he shook his head. He came back to the car, got in, and buckled up. "No one in there," he told her as they headed off again. "Whoever it was must have headed to a nearby house or is else hoofing it. If we come across them we'll take them with us."

"Sounds like a plan," Lydia agreed. It wasn't much longer before they saw the wrecked car's driver walking on the side of the road somewhere ahead of them. It was obvious from how scuffed up the man's clothes looked, how disheveled his hair was. "He's carrying something," Lydia noted as they came closer. Then she panicked and said, "Shit, it's a baby! Is it alright?" She watched for a moment and saw the child fussing in the man's arms and she relaxed. "Yeah," she said, answering her own question. "Seems to be alright."

True to his word, Brandon slowed down as they neared the man and his child, stopping the car when they were next to them. Rolling down her window Lydia poked her head out and said, "Are y'all alright? I don't know if you know but there's a mandatory evacuation in process and we're supposed to be going to Keesler Air Force Base." To illustrate her point she turned up the sound on the radio, which was continuing to play the message, then turned it down again. "You can ride with us. Just hop on in back."

[Rystelle] Walking Dead [ChronoBovino]

Played by Rystelle

Name:

Lydia Desemar

Nationality: American

Age: 24

Biography: Lydia was born and raised in Biloxi and knows it and the surrounding towns very well. She lives close to her family and attends a local community college while working as a waitress. Lydia is proficient with a bow and throwing knives, and is decent with a sword as she likes going to renaissance fairs. Because she likes video games and reading she has memorized a fair amount of useful survival skills and is good at critical thinking. She's not religious, but believes that God, or other gods could exist.

Relationships: Mom and dad, younger brother

Strengths: Good with a bow and knife, knows a lot of useful information, has a lot of useful items in her house.

Name:

Brandon Berkley

Nationality: American

Age: 38

Biography: Brandon has lived in Biloxi most of his life, but he has lived other places as well. His family is rather well off due to their contributions throughout history, but he doesn't bother to talk about it much as he doesn't want to appear like he's bragging. He owns a second home, larger than his current one, a few towns over--his mother had had it built for him before she passed away. Despite his family having a decent amount of money, he still works hard for a living. He is, in fact, Lydia's boss at the diner where she works. Even though he is her boss, Brandon and Lydia get along extremely well and are friends outside of work. He shares her interest in renaissance fairs and video games, and he's a huge Star Wars fan. Brandon's good with a bow, knives, a bull whip, and a gun.

Relations: Dad (lives out of state)

Strengths: Good with a bow, knives, bull whip, and gun. Good at taking charge.

Played by ChronoBovino

Name:

Francis O'Neill

Nationality: Irish

Age:43

Biography: Francis moved from Northern Ireland when he was 19 for University
He then moved into a town just outside of Biloxi Mississippi. Unemployed and was married to Ellie O'Neill he has one child, Peter. Francis cares for Peter very much but always tries hard not to show him the horrors that have come to the world. Francis does have a very good handle with a Gun as he was in the army at 24 but left because he got shot in the shoulder and sent home shortly after. Francis is very religious.

Relationships: Francis has a son named Peter

Strengths: Handles well with a Gun

Name:

Peter O'Neill

Age: 1

Nationality: Irish/American

Biography: Peter is a baby.

Relationships: His Dad is Francis

Strengths: None at the moment