I'll work on my character's history once the OOC is up. For now, I'll just leave my CS partially unfinished.
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@Scoundrel is Amy talking to Ishida when she asks about where they're going at the end?
She's talking to Malik since he's the one close-by.
Also waiting since I was the last one to post. Hopefully, this won't die.
Can’t exploring abandoned malls, detailing the memories of strangers left behind, foraging for desperately-needed supplies, building alternative tools and methods for survival and interaction between complete strangers brought together be just as fun?
Yes, this is exactly what I've been fishing for an apocalypse role play and it's taking me ages to look for one.
You have my interest.
Amy's mind raced with anxiety, still partly recovering from the recent explosion dealt by the grenade. Luckily the soldiers were trained how to aim it, otherwise it would've been a worst case scenario that have followed after that. Constant coughs were expelled from her lungs even after the smoke began to abate. In the midst of it all, she saw the guy that helped her going over the barricade. The sight of it alone was a relief, knowing that he was still in good shape despite being covered in smudges.
"Can you walk?"
The pain that was sapping the strength left on Amy's feet could still be felt. Even by simply wriggling it was difficult and an excruciating thing to do.
"Yes." Amy replied, her voice was nearly dull. She felt her lips dry as soon as she realized that she was thirsty. Her backpack was gone, couldn't even remember where she had left it after the previous incident she encountered. "I think I'll be a bit slow catching up but don't worry." She glanced at her feet as she began staggering a few steps towards the SUVs.
With roughly everything in the area being covered by gunfire, Amy still couldn't afford on collecting herself down. She still wondered about the incident earlier and the details about its occurrence and while at it, pain kept on draining whatever's left of her. She knew she wouldn't last long before she passes out from exhaustion but at the very least, she was away from the dead's clutches.
Her attention then shifted to the soldier's commands. She didn't know exactly what were they intending to do but the message were clear to her comprehension.
"Where will your next stop be after this? If you guys don't have a specific route, there is one I know." Amy said to the guy as she continued to walk lamely. She wasn't sure to be honest and frankly was running out of options. The only thing that ran in her mind at that moment was to reunite with her family. Her neighbors either left her or were consumed by the dead and she wasn't certain about it. Going to that place her ex-husband talked about was her last resort since there wasn't anywhere else she'd go. There was a chance that she won't be reunited but then remained believing that there was a possibility. If only there was enough detail of the location, then there would have been a certainty on leading the group. Still, Amy was far from giving up.
"Can you walk?"
The pain that was sapping the strength left on Amy's feet could still be felt. Even by simply wriggling it was difficult and an excruciating thing to do.
"Yes." Amy replied, her voice was nearly dull. She felt her lips dry as soon as she realized that she was thirsty. Her backpack was gone, couldn't even remember where she had left it after the previous incident she encountered. "I think I'll be a bit slow catching up but don't worry." She glanced at her feet as she began staggering a few steps towards the SUVs.
With roughly everything in the area being covered by gunfire, Amy still couldn't afford on collecting herself down. She still wondered about the incident earlier and the details about its occurrence and while at it, pain kept on draining whatever's left of her. She knew she wouldn't last long before she passes out from exhaustion but at the very least, she was away from the dead's clutches.
Her attention then shifted to the soldier's commands. She didn't know exactly what were they intending to do but the message were clear to her comprehension.
"Where will your next stop be after this? If you guys don't have a specific route, there is one I know." Amy said to the guy as she continued to walk lamely. She wasn't sure to be honest and frankly was running out of options. The only thing that ran in her mind at that moment was to reunite with her family. Her neighbors either left her or were consumed by the dead and she wasn't certain about it. Going to that place her ex-husband talked about was her last resort since there wasn't anywhere else she'd go. There was a chance that she won't be reunited but then remained believing that there was a possibility. If only there was enough detail of the location, then there would have been a certainty on leading the group. Still, Amy was far from giving up.
I wonder where is Tomebinder? It would be a darn shame if he's missing :)
Yep and it's been 4 days already (I think) but anyway, my post will be up later or tomorrow if I'm too tired to write something up.
Help was unexpectedly quick but that didn't mean it was something to be reassured at. The miserable cries of the shamblers were getting louder and louder which only suggested that their presence were fast approaching. Amy assumed they were still downstairs and were struggling to keep up due to their sluggish movements but that was proven wrong when she glanced behind, seeing those things squirming to get a bite of her flesh. Amy took no moment to spare as she grabbed the guy's arm then placed her left knee down to his shoulders followed by the other. As she was on top of him, she went over the barricade, again feeling the pain rising to her feet as they landed to the ground. She wanted to thank the person but the only way to do it was aiding him back. Time was running short though. The dead were already a few inches away from the barricade and the guy who helped her climb was still on the other side.
Amy then outstretched her arm, reaching for the person's hand. The dead were also on her sights but she didn't mind their presence.
"H-here, g-grab my hand. Hurry." Despite feeling weak, Amy was willing to lift the person up even if it would bolster the pain on her back. She remained there and wasn't leaving anytime soon until she could bring the person back. Until she heard someone yelling from behind. Most of the uttered words were something she couldn't comprehend and as so, gave her an assumption that they were a bunch of foreigners.
"Maiko, grenade out!" At first, Amy was oblivious about it. Her attention remained focused on grabbing the guy's arm and pulling him back but then another voice followed, this time in English.
"Grenade!" Amy's eyes widened by the time it was howled. Her breaths and her attention drifted to the horde of shamblers. She failed to notice where the grenade was hurled as her mind swirled in chaos and confusion. It suddenly made her anxious, forcing her to frequently turn her head at different sides as her nervousness crept. Then as the explosion triggered, she screamed. She immediately crouched and closed her eyes, wrapping her hands around her head and covered her ears. A rain of dark reddish sludge splashed to her direction, daubing chunks to her clothes as they oozed their way in. She felt the slimy texture of the shambler's blood dripping all over and for obvious reasons, it was unpleasant but at least it was better than being consumed by those horrid things. Amy then wiped her face as her clothes weren't the only ones that were stained by a disgusting hail of liquid.
"Here, grab on! You two need to be over this thing sharpish!"
Another one spoke but Amy was uncertain if it was directed to her. She took a glance from behind to see who it was and saw a woman on top of an SUV. Odd how she noticed the vehicle after spotting a barricade of it earlier. There were other survivors and perhaps it was a good sign but leaving without the guy who helped her seemed rather ungrateful.
Amy shook her head in response to the woman then turned back to where the guy was. She could hardly see him with the smoke rising from the explosion. It was safe to say that there weren't any more of those dead things nearby but that didn't mean their numbers were reduced to zero as more and more herded their through the stairs.
"I have to wait until this guy jumps back in." Amy said.
Amy then outstretched her arm, reaching for the person's hand. The dead were also on her sights but she didn't mind their presence.
"H-here, g-grab my hand. Hurry." Despite feeling weak, Amy was willing to lift the person up even if it would bolster the pain on her back. She remained there and wasn't leaving anytime soon until she could bring the person back. Until she heard someone yelling from behind. Most of the uttered words were something she couldn't comprehend and as so, gave her an assumption that they were a bunch of foreigners.
"Maiko, grenade out!" At first, Amy was oblivious about it. Her attention remained focused on grabbing the guy's arm and pulling him back but then another voice followed, this time in English.
"Grenade!" Amy's eyes widened by the time it was howled. Her breaths and her attention drifted to the horde of shamblers. She failed to notice where the grenade was hurled as her mind swirled in chaos and confusion. It suddenly made her anxious, forcing her to frequently turn her head at different sides as her nervousness crept. Then as the explosion triggered, she screamed. She immediately crouched and closed her eyes, wrapping her hands around her head and covered her ears. A rain of dark reddish sludge splashed to her direction, daubing chunks to her clothes as they oozed their way in. She felt the slimy texture of the shambler's blood dripping all over and for obvious reasons, it was unpleasant but at least it was better than being consumed by those horrid things. Amy then wiped her face as her clothes weren't the only ones that were stained by a disgusting hail of liquid.
"Here, grab on! You two need to be over this thing sharpish!"
Another one spoke but Amy was uncertain if it was directed to her. She took a glance from behind to see who it was and saw a woman on top of an SUV. Odd how she noticed the vehicle after spotting a barricade of it earlier. There were other survivors and perhaps it was a good sign but leaving without the guy who helped her seemed rather ungrateful.
Amy shook her head in response to the woman then turned back to where the guy was. She could hardly see him with the smoke rising from the explosion. It was safe to say that there weren't any more of those dead things nearby but that didn't mean their numbers were reduced to zero as more and more herded their through the stairs.
"I have to wait until this guy jumps back in." Amy said.
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Ah, right!
I felt as if the staircase you're preferring to are the ramps of the car park. That's what confused me because my brain was mostly focusing on those parts of the building but now I got the picture of it. I'll clarify them to my post as soon as possible and yeah, sorry about that. I guess I need to read the previous posts more rather than pressing ctrl + f and looking for certain keywords. How constructive of me.
I haz posted!
and I hope I didn't misinterpret anything.
and I hope I didn't misinterpret anything.
Amy woke up, remembering little of what happened on the previous incident but her neighbors, Linda and Allen, were gone. Perhaps they've made it out and decided to leave Amy for good but assumptions told her that they were already consumed by the dead. Maybe they were since the rubble was inescapable but mulling over it proved to be difficult as Amy struggled to get herself on her feet. Her body felt heavy, bruised as it may be as she started to feel the pain lodging to her lower back. Then she crawled, almost as helpless as she looked while doing it, only to have her eyes meet a number of shamblers shuffling their way towards her. Their shrill, grisly cries brought a shivering fear down to her insights. It squirmed, forcing Amy to slip a scream. She held it however but that didn't gave her progress on bringing herself to her feet. Instead, she laid there, weak and helpless. There wasn't an ounce of strength left to run away. Amy couldn't help but gaze at the dead as they made their way towards her.
Was it the end? Could there be no chance of reuniting with her family? Amy didn't wish it to be so but in her current state it could most likely happen. She rolled her body to her left without aiming for a direction, perhaps the main point was to drive herself away from the fast-approaching shamblers. Once she did, she continued crawling, dragging herself while her front body leaned against the cemented ground. The pain kept on building up but that didn't stop Amy from going forward. She crawled and crawled until she saw an opportunity awaiting from a distance.
A tall building - most likely a carpark - was a few meters away from Amy. It wasn't actually a source of relief until she saw soldiers running towards the entrance. They seemed to be soldiers as what Amy believed since the uniform they wore were vaguely familiar. They might have been ordered by the government to do certain tasks on barricading areas that were congested by the dead but hardly anyone could distinguish what others were doing considering the outbreak had caused people to resort with desperate actions. Who knows? those soldiers may possibly have the same intentions as some people back from the airport. Amy didn't want to go back with some individuals who gave nothing but threats in order to attain supplies.
However, Amy wasn't going to bet on that possibility. The dead were almost inches away from her and time was a matter of survival or death. She pushed herself upward, using whatever strength that remained from her weary state. It was painful on the first attempt, both of her feet felt the soreness rising. It was as if they were being constricted by an unknown object. She did another try, bringing herself up as her arms served as pillars to haul her weight up. Eventually it went well despite having her lower back suffer from immediate pain once she stood up. Then she hobbled towards the building, specifically heading towards the entrance. Running wasn't quite possible as it seemed and it would only risk Amy to falter down again. That wasn't what she wanted but at least her movements were faster than the shamblers. She continued with her feeble escape attempt until she was a few feet away from the car park's entrance.
Unfortunately, the guarantee of an escape was far from being at her hands. Soon after she arrived, Amy have met with another group of shamblers swarming the ground floor of the entrance. She nearly lost hope but then realized it wasn't yet the end. She needed to figure something out quickly but to her surprise, the dead weren't pausing their attention to her. There were fresh corpses lying on the ground floor and they happened to be busy consuming them one by one. It was a perfect chance. Perhaps she'd consider on thanking those people for dying but wishing for something like that was out of her morals. Both of her feet were gaining strength back but still far from being better. Amy took the chance and ran up to the spiral ramps. She recalled the soldiers heading for the upper floors and so she followed them in a hope to escape this hell.
"Help! Anyone! Please!" Amy yelled as she continued running towards the upper levels. She finally arrived shortly after but then a barricade of SUVs stood before her, blocking the path to whatever lies ahead. It would be an easy climb to it of course but Amy wasn't in a good condition to do so. Assuming that there were people who already climbed past it, she waited until someone showed up.That was until she noticed a group of shamblers mindlessly pushing the SUVs. Once Amy's audible footsteps lured their attention, they started dragging themselves towards her.
Shit
Amy stepped backwards. Terrified, she tried not to loose herself out in panic. One wrong step would certainly cost her a ton. She craned her neck to her left side, spotting a staircase with no dead being present. It wasn't a safe bet since there could be a possibility of those things lurking in the dark. If only it was daytime, then the difficulty of the situation would have toned down. As the shamblers slowly paced their way towards Amy, she quickly took a sprint to the stairs. She felt the pain piercing through her feet as she ran but worrying about it wouldn't give any positive outcome. Every step made her hope that not one shambler would be on the upper level. Perhaps there wouldn't be any if chances were on her favor.
She ran and ran upwards where the stairs led her only to be stopped by a barricade blocking the near end of it. People could be seen on the other side and even the soldiers whom Amy saw before entering the car park.
"Hey! Help! Over here!" She started yelling, flailing her arms up in the air just to make sure their attention would get to her.
"I need someone to help me climb over this barricade." She added, feeling the strength of her voice depleting within seconds. "Please, anyone. I can barely walk. My feet and back are in severe pain."
She leaned herself against the barricade and waited for an aid to come by. But then fear came sprawling back as she heard the cries of the shamblers echoing downstairs. The ones who had followed her seemed to be very persistent.
Was it the end? Could there be no chance of reuniting with her family? Amy didn't wish it to be so but in her current state it could most likely happen. She rolled her body to her left without aiming for a direction, perhaps the main point was to drive herself away from the fast-approaching shamblers. Once she did, she continued crawling, dragging herself while her front body leaned against the cemented ground. The pain kept on building up but that didn't stop Amy from going forward. She crawled and crawled until she saw an opportunity awaiting from a distance.
A tall building - most likely a carpark - was a few meters away from Amy. It wasn't actually a source of relief until she saw soldiers running towards the entrance. They seemed to be soldiers as what Amy believed since the uniform they wore were vaguely familiar. They might have been ordered by the government to do certain tasks on barricading areas that were congested by the dead but hardly anyone could distinguish what others were doing considering the outbreak had caused people to resort with desperate actions. Who knows? those soldiers may possibly have the same intentions as some people back from the airport. Amy didn't want to go back with some individuals who gave nothing but threats in order to attain supplies.
However, Amy wasn't going to bet on that possibility. The dead were almost inches away from her and time was a matter of survival or death. She pushed herself upward, using whatever strength that remained from her weary state. It was painful on the first attempt, both of her feet felt the soreness rising. It was as if they were being constricted by an unknown object. She did another try, bringing herself up as her arms served as pillars to haul her weight up. Eventually it went well despite having her lower back suffer from immediate pain once she stood up. Then she hobbled towards the building, specifically heading towards the entrance. Running wasn't quite possible as it seemed and it would only risk Amy to falter down again. That wasn't what she wanted but at least her movements were faster than the shamblers. She continued with her feeble escape attempt until she was a few feet away from the car park's entrance.
Unfortunately, the guarantee of an escape was far from being at her hands. Soon after she arrived, Amy have met with another group of shamblers swarming the ground floor of the entrance. She nearly lost hope but then realized it wasn't yet the end. She needed to figure something out quickly but to her surprise, the dead weren't pausing their attention to her. There were fresh corpses lying on the ground floor and they happened to be busy consuming them one by one. It was a perfect chance. Perhaps she'd consider on thanking those people for dying but wishing for something like that was out of her morals. Both of her feet were gaining strength back but still far from being better. Amy took the chance and ran up to the spiral ramps. She recalled the soldiers heading for the upper floors and so she followed them in a hope to escape this hell.
"Help! Anyone! Please!" Amy yelled as she continued running towards the upper levels. She finally arrived shortly after but then a barricade of SUVs stood before her, blocking the path to whatever lies ahead. It would be an easy climb to it of course but Amy wasn't in a good condition to do so. Assuming that there were people who already climbed past it, she waited until someone showed up.That was until she noticed a group of shamblers mindlessly pushing the SUVs. Once Amy's audible footsteps lured their attention, they started dragging themselves towards her.
Shit
Amy stepped backwards. Terrified, she tried not to loose herself out in panic. One wrong step would certainly cost her a ton. She craned her neck to her left side, spotting a staircase with no dead being present. It wasn't a safe bet since there could be a possibility of those things lurking in the dark. If only it was daytime, then the difficulty of the situation would have toned down. As the shamblers slowly paced their way towards Amy, she quickly took a sprint to the stairs. She felt the pain piercing through her feet as she ran but worrying about it wouldn't give any positive outcome. Every step made her hope that not one shambler would be on the upper level. Perhaps there wouldn't be any if chances were on her favor.
She ran and ran upwards where the stairs led her only to be stopped by a barricade blocking the near end of it. People could be seen on the other side and even the soldiers whom Amy saw before entering the car park.
"Hey! Help! Over here!" She started yelling, flailing her arms up in the air just to make sure their attention would get to her.
"I need someone to help me climb over this barricade." She added, feeling the strength of her voice depleting within seconds. "Please, anyone. I can barely walk. My feet and back are in severe pain."
She leaned herself against the barricade and waited for an aid to come by. But then fear came sprawling back as she heard the cries of the shamblers echoing downstairs. The ones who had followed her seemed to be very persistent.
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