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Suh dudes? Name's Llama.
Stuff I Like
- Dungeons and Dragons (Real RPG)
- Video Games (The Last of Us is my favorite game)
- Photography (I'm a professional, so it's kinda my thing)
- Film (Currently in Film School)
- Dogs (...no explanation needed)
- Good Rappers (J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Joyner Lucas, etc.)
Stuff I Don't Like
- People. (Jk, but I'm a super introvert)
- Cats (The antithesis of dogs)
- Lil Yachty, Lil Pump, Lil Xan, Lil Baby (You get the point)
Stuff I Like
- Dungeons and Dragons (Real RPG)
- Video Games (The Last of Us is my favorite game)
- Photography (I'm a professional, so it's kinda my thing)
- Film (Currently in Film School)
- Dogs (...no explanation needed)
- Good Rappers (J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Joyner Lucas, etc.)
Stuff I Don't Like
- People. (Jk, but I'm a super introvert)
- Cats (The antithesis of dogs)
- Lil Yachty, Lil Pump, Lil Xan, Lil Baby (You get the point)
Most Recent Posts
**Abram - The House - Samantha**
Abram chuckled when Samantha announced her dislike of him calling her kid. "You're all a bunch of kids to me..." He smiled lightly. He nodded as she spoke of a supply run the next morning. She was right, but they also needed to scout out the area. "Sure thing. See you in the morning."
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When the morning came, Abram woke with a weary eye. He glanced up from the recliner chair that he'd used as his bed. He saw that Leah was up from the couch, and sat in the kitchen across the table from Sam. He stood from the chair and stretched his muscle, then walked into the kitchen. He had reassembled his rifle before he went to sleep, and it now rested against the wall. He picked it up and set it back down in the kitchen, sitting in the third chair at the table.
"Morning, ladies." He said, receiving an innocent grin from Leah. "Sleep well?" He asked.
"Yes, sir." She responded with her usually polite tone.
"Sam, I think we should get going pretty soon. Turisa's got a map in her car." He said. "I was thinking we could try going back an exit or two on the interstate - see what we can find."
Finally wrote my intro post for Andrew and Zoe! Cheesy, cliche entrance, anyone?
**Emma – The Bed & Breakfast**
When it was late, Emma found herself contemplating a way of escape. The situation, as she began to conclude, was next to hopeless. One of Enrique’s men was stationed in the front parking lot of the hotel, constantly keeping watch. Trey had been stationed outside her door, but she didn’t know if he would trade out with someone during the night.
Precariously, she crept to the door and looked through the peephole, but she couldn’t see Trey outside. She silently lowered herself to he floor, and stuck her ear to the door. She mentally cursed as she her a light breathing; Trey was asleep, but he was sitting against the door. There was no way she could open the door without waking him up.
Abandoning the task, she sighed. The girl unzipped her coat and let it fall to the floor. Beside the desk was a tall mirror, and Emma sauntered to it. She examined her thin face, an ever-so-thin layer of dirt. It had been almost 2 weeks since she’d had the chance to even remotely wash up. She pulled off her black, long-sleeved shirt, discarding it to the bed. She proceeded to remove her over shirt, exposing her lower torso. It was cold but, even in her undergarment; it didn’t bother her very much. She’d always been rather resistant of the cold. She laughed silently and whispered to herself. “The cold never bothered me anyway…”
She turned her hip so to look at her back. Her smooth skin was halted by a scar, the affect of a bullet wound, just left of the small of her back. She carried another scar, on her right arm; one she’d attained by poorly jumping a fence, receiving a 4-inch gash on her forearm. She hated how scars brought back memories. She looked on the thin ridge on his arm and remembered her encounter with Alec Wyrde. It surprised her that she remembered his name; their encounter had barely lasted 2 hours. She remembered that day when Tyler’s men had kidnapped her and the woman by the train tracks- what had her name been? She searched her mind rapidly. Lori – no… Leah- no, no, no… Lynn. She placed the name in her mind, relieved that she hadn’t been unable to remember it – It would have plagued her all night.
The memory of Lynn sparked thoughts of Jess in her mind: Jess and her adorable baby boy, Benjamin. She had initially felt jealous of the girl – She got to experience such a happy event, but Emma had just watched her brother die. She found herself hard pressed to get Jess and Abram off her mind… he’d told her that the two of them planned to leave and look for their friend Floyd… she wondered if they ever ended up leaving…
She glanced over to the door, Trey’s face popping into her head. What had he been through? Why did he always look so conflicted? What had any of those men been through to develop such a sadistic attitude – Especially Enrique and Burkley?
Enrique… heavens… She’d never met someone who’d scared her like that since she was in the catacombs with Brad. She’d not been afraid of Tyler – he was just a desperate father trying to provide for his daughter. Even Hex had frightened her – but in a way that wasn’t normal. She’d feared him, but she also despised every cell of him for what he’d done to her.
In the morning, Trey found himself rather refreshed, despite his uncomfortable resting position. As to not disturb the girl he stood and peeked through the whole, to see that she was still asleep on the bed. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, stretching the muscles in his back.
The girl confused him. He expected someone her size to be frightened of everything. Trey was twice her size, but she stared him in the eye with an irritating defiance. He shook his head and dismissed the thought. Just then, Enrique appeared around the corner. “Enrique!” He turned to the man as he attained his attention. “What are we supposed to do with her? We can’t just keep her locked forevermore; it’s useless. What do we do – kill her, let her go?”
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**Andrew and Zoe – The Road – Scouts/Danny/Shannon/Alex/Etc. **
“Yoga pants…” Zoe said with a laugh. The girl glanced at her young husband through her peripherals, seeing him flash a smile with his perfectly straightened teeth. He was only twenty-one, but his trimmed beard gave him a mature appearance. Zoe’s face was opposite, looking about seventeen instead of twenty years old.
“Yeah… I miss your yoga pants too…” He muttered, sputtering a laugh. She joined him and shook her head incredulous.
“Don’t be creepy!” She laughed again, gazing back out the passenger window.
“Hmm… I miss my phone…”
“Me too- my drake collection is forever lost now…” She said with a bit of disdain in her voice. She propped her head of black hair on her palm.
“I’ve never understood your obsession with that dude…” Andrew observed. “He sounds like a girl… And he sounds like he’s high, 24/7…”
“Well, Baby, that’s because you’re white.” She raised an eyebrow, giggling lightly. “Have to have my healthy dose of sexy voice now and then” She opened the glove compartment and produced the small collection of CD’s, flipping through them. Andrew reached out and snatched one of them. “Mom’s Celine Dion CD!”
“Oh God.”
He laughed as he slid the CD into the slot. He skipped to a soft song with heavy falsetto. “[It's a cover song](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T1m5h7d_bcA), it’s great – The original is in Italian, but the cover is English.”
He looked over at her and smiled at her obvious irritation. Only to add to her misery, he began singing along. “A world where pain and hunger will be mended!”
“No, Andy, please no…” She groaned, but cracking a tiny grin and rolling her eyes. She laughed and thanked the heavens that he wasn’t too awful a singer. As the song picked up, Andrew raised his voice as well. She leaned her head back and gave him an exaggerated groan.
“And we’ll remember that we are AAAALLLL God’s children, reaching out to touch him!”
“Enough of that.” She announced, and clicked the power button on the radio. “If we’re all God’s children, you’re the ‘wanna be famous’ brother…”
“And you’re the wanna be funny sister. That was the lamest burn ever! E-V-A-R! Ever!”
Zoe’s grin slowly faded as her eyes spotted something down the road. “Andy, slow down, up ahead!” She pointed past the window-shield. “It’s a truck!”
“I see, it, hold on.” He said, staring intently towards the vehicle. “Do you think they need help?” He saw that a group of people was cramming into the back of a pickup. “I’m gonna pull over, it looks fine, but stay in the car until I tell you come out.” He began to slow down, opening the console between the seats and produced a small, black handgun. He pulled to the opposite side of the road, maybe about 30 yards away, as a young guy, maybe a year or two younger than Andrew, looked back at them. He carefully got out of the SUV and was alarmed to see that the young man produce a very intimidating rifle.
Andrew jumped from behind the car, blocking a possible shot at Zoe. “Wait! Wait! I’m a friendly!” He yelled. “Wait…” His breathed heavily and his heart pounded at the fear of possible death. He quickly glanced back at Zoe, silently conveying for her to duck down. Andrew returned his attention to the strangers, slowly lowering his pistol to the ground and holding his hands in surrender. “Please, don’t shoot! It’s just me and my wife!”
6'1, 195
Name: Abram Chamberlin
Age: 43
Skill: Marksmanship and Leadership. He doesn't excel in hand to hand combat, though.
Weapon (up three):
M24(Common Military Rifle) 1 Full clip and a single box of 7.62 rounds.
Beretta M9(Standard Pistol) plus 20 extra rounds.
Personality : Abram is very tactically oriented, and scopes(Heh... see what I did there? Scope) things out before executing plans. Unfortunately he is untrusting and solem because his all but one of his men were killed by bandits and raiders.
Brief Bio: Before the initial outbreak came, Abram was the First Sergeant of his squad and therefore the leader of it. However, when the outbreak came, Abram assisted his Master Sergeant, Daniel Crowe, sneak from the base before they were deployed so that Daniel could find his father and sister. A few days after the event happened, the squad was found out and all were dishonorably discharged from the US military, including Daniel who was also discharged for desertion. The team ran from the base before the MP's could arrest them.
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Name
Emma Crowe
Age
15 (As of Season 3)
Skills
Advanced Acrobatics/Gymnastics, Decent Marksmanship, Rudimentary Fighting Skills
Weapons
A 9mm Pistol, and a combat knife given to her by Daniel.
Personality
(As of S3) - Emma is very cold and can be very spiteful. She is rare to talk to people because she is enveloped in depression. Differentiating from her original, hopeless attitude, she has become capable and fully-willing to do whatever it takes to ensure her survival and her friend's survival.
Brief Bio
Emma's mother, Jane Crowe, died 4 years before the outbreak at the mercy of a fatal illness. Her brother was rather absent in her life, due to their age difference and his enlistment in the US Military. In the initial wave of the outbreak, Emma and her father fled their home in Metairie to travel to New Orleans. While on the road to New Orleans, Lionel was bit by a walker and died. Before her father could turn and attack her, Emma fled the scene on foot.
After almost 4 months on her own in New Orleans, Emma encountered Lynn, Jessalyn, and Floyd, however Floyd and Jess fled the scene when they were attacked. Emma and Lynn ended up being kidnapped by Tyler Salem. While she was a prisoner to the raiders, a man named Hex took advantage of her situation, leaving her permanently scarred.
When her brother, Daniel lead an attack on Tyler's base, Emma was rescued and reunited with him at long last. The two siblings stayed in Haywood, along with Daniel's recently acquainted friends. When Tyler and the Scouts of Outpost attacked Haywood to retrieve Tyler's daughter, Katie, Daniel was murdered by the man himself. Due to his death, Emma became distant from the world and left Haywood with Shannon, James, and Valentina. She became excessively introverted and went almost 5 weeks without speaking a single word to anyone.
After almost 4 months on her own in New Orleans, Emma encountered Lynn, Jessalyn, and Floyd, however Floyd and Jess fled the scene when they were attacked. Emma and Lynn ended up being kidnapped by Tyler Salem. While she was a prisoner to the raiders, a man named Hex took advantage of her situation, leaving her permanently scarred.
When her brother, Daniel lead an attack on Tyler's base, Emma was rescued and reunited with him at long last. The two siblings stayed in Haywood, along with Daniel's recently acquainted friends. When Tyler and the Scouts of Outpost attacked Haywood to retrieve Tyler's daughter, Katie, Daniel was murdered by the man himself. Due to his death, Emma became distant from the world and left Haywood with Shannon, James, and Valentina. She became excessively introverted and went almost 5 weeks without speaking a single word to anyone.
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Name : Zoe Elise Chamberlin
Age : 23
Skill : Cooking(Went to Culinary school after college), Fast Runner(Ran Track in college)
Preferred Weapons: Glock 19, Survival Knife
Personality: Zoe is very optimistic, and sometimes too much so. While she is generally a confident survivor, she often depends on her fiance for protection. Being a smaller, weaker person, Zoe tends to stay away from fights if she can. She is a very tender person and adores children.
Brief Bio: Zoe grew up mostly with her mother, as her father, Abram, spent long periods of time deployed in a foreign country. Through highschool, she was a state champion runner on the Cross Country team. Provided the absence of her father, Zoe developed a very close relationship with her mother, but when Abram was there, she adored him as if he were a god. She had always looked at him like a hero. Being stationed in the same city as the Crowe family, Zoe met Abram's First Seargent's family several times. At the beginning of the outbreak, she, her fiance, and her mother met up with Lionel Crowe and his daughter, but were forcibly seperated after almost two weeks. Her mother was infected and turned about a month later.
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Name : Andrew David Felton
Age : 24
Skill: Good Aim, fast runner.
Preferred Weapons: Remington 870 Shotgun, FNP-9(9mm Pistol)
Personality: Often blunt and crass with people he doesn't trust. He tends to be very mistrusting. If someone becomes his ally, however, he is very loyal.
Brief Bio: Andrew grew up in the Baton Rogue area and lived a rather typical lifestyle. His mom was a science teacher and his dad was his high school's soccer coach. Andrew was good at soccer and received a scholarship to play soccer at LSU. In college, he met Zoe in his sophomore year; her freshman year. The the got engaged when Zoe graduated. Andrew had been pursuing a career in minor league professional soccer while Zoe attended culinary school. Their career paths were interrupted by the outbreak.
6'1, 195
Name: Abram Chamberlin
Age: 43
Skill: Marksmanship and Leadership. He doesn't excel in hand to hand combat, though.
Weapon (up three):
M24(Common Military Rifle) 1 Full clip and a single box of 7.62 rounds.
Beretta M9(Standard Pistol) plus 20 extra rounds.
Personality : Abram is very tactically oriented, and scopes(Heh... see what I did there? Scope) things out before executing plans. Unfortunately he is untrusting and solem because his all but one of his men were killed by bandits and raiders.
Brief Bio: Before the initial outbreak came, Abram was the First Sergeant of his squad and therefore the leader of it. However, when the outbreak came, Abram assisted his Master Sergeant, Daniel Crowe, sneak from the base before they were deployed so that Daniel could find his father and sister. A few days after the event happened, the squad was found out and all were dishonorably discharged from the US military, including Daniel who was also discharged for desertion. The team ran from the base before the MP's could arrest them.
Also: can I just suggest that everyone post their CS's in the new Character tab?
I posted. Lets get this thing of the ground, peoples!
**Abram - The House **
The man gazed out the window with a cautious eye, his hands steady on his legs. It was late and all the girls were asleep, so he was left to keep watch until 3:00am, when he would wake Sam for her turn to keep watch. Turisa and Jess had taken the two upstairs bedrooms, Jess being barely able to contain her excitement for the nursery. Leah and Samantha had taken to sleeping on the living room couches.
Abram spent most of the night in the house's kitchen disassembling his rifle and giving it an extensive cleaning, keeping his pistol handy in case the need arose for him to use it. Before reassembling the weapon, the man stripped his jacket and heavy under armour shirt. He caught a glimpse of himself of the reflection of the window. He was taken aback to look at himself. He'd been loosing weight; but that was because they'd been at a shortage of food. What was worse; his muscles were slowly deteriorating. His chiseled physique of 2 months ago had been drastically affected by the change in lifestyle. He'd gone from eating well every day in his small, New Orleans apartment, watching over the undead below him. Since he and Jess had left Haywood, he hadn't gotten the change to shave but once, so his beard now appeared unkempt - As it was.
The soldier sat down in at the kitchen table, his hand absently sliding to a Velcro pocket on his military jacket. He drew 4 chains of dog-tags, examining them nostalgically. Each of them held the name of a fallen member of his squad. Kurt, Mason, Davis, and Annie. The only set of tags he lacked were Daniel Crowe's... He was't petty enough to take them, rather he gave them to Emma.
It was a sobering fact - he was the only member of his team that still lived. For five straight years they'd been deployed many times, and they always joked about how they could die at any moment... Abram just never thought that he'd be the last one to survive. They had all thought it would be Daniel... he was the biggest, the strongest, the smartest... It only proved that - regardless if you were 6'5 and 220, a bullet could stop anyone...
Abram had learned another thing: only cowards shot an unarmed man... But thats how all but one member of his team had gone. Kurt, Mason, and Davis had all taken a pistol round to the back almost 2 months after their discharge at the beginning of the outbreak. They knew that Daniel had connections and weaponry in New Orleans, so they'd headed to meet him. The boys had been jumped late one night by a group of local bandits. Abram and Annie had been off to search for a car, and were almost ten miles away when the attack happened. They'd been "lucky" enough to live past the night, though they'd returned to their temporary camp to find their three closest friends had been turned into walkers. Even too this day, Abram could see the look on Annie's face.
She was young, almost 28, they often teased her by calling her the "baby" of the squad. Annie had always been so strong, so stolid. Nothing shook her, even staring death in the face she could look and spit. The look on her face when she saw her comrades as walkers was the quintessence of pure horror. It had happened quickly - Abram fired three shots, his eyes stinging with anger. Three precise shots had always haunted Abram. His boys had been permanently put to sleep by friendly fire. Annie collapsed and broke down. They'd left that morning, and Annie had still carried a face of horror. "Be Strong, Annie." He'd told her a thousand times. It didn't matter. She was completely in shock. She and Davis were in a strong relationship, one that Abram had come close to ordering be ended because it was unprofessional and didn't look good for the higher-ups. Once they'd been discharged, the two didn't mind Abram's disapproval (It quickly faded). Kurt and Mason were like her older brothers. The young woman died a few weeks later from a walker bite. Abram couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger, so Annie took the gun and did it herself.
Abram recalled that awful day in Haywood. O'Riley had pulled the trigger on Daniel because Abram, again, had been too weak. Instead, he'd taken his anger and found that pathetic excuse of a man that the people of Outpost called "Hex". The man had turned into a walker already and was walking towards him as he approached the building outside of haywood. With a long-bladed machete, Abram had destroyed the walker, continuing to berate him with blows from the axe blade even after he was permanently dead, ending up splintering the handle.
He missed his squad... At times, Abram had joked by calling the whole squad his kids. Daniel had insisted that he change his codename to "Poppa Bear".
It was when Abram felt a tear drip from his cheek to his hand that he was pulled back to the presence. He blinked them away and wiped his hand off. After he went back to patiently keeping watch, his alarm beeped quietly, signaling 3:00am. He stood and left the kitchen, quietly going over to the couch and shaking Samantha gently. "Samantha." When she was awake, he removed his watch. "It's your turn to take watch, kid." He handed her the watch.
Emma - Bed & Breakfast - The Pack
Emma observed Enrique's eyes as he stared at her. Slowly, he cracked a smile and laughed a little bit. "I like that, Chiquita... She has nerves - I like that." He pointed at her with his right index finger, stepping towards her. "Aye, see that's what all of you boys need..." He looked to Trey and motioned inside. "Take her inside, get her something to eat."
Trey nodded and gripped Emma by the arm, pulling her towards the building. He closed the back door, and led her to one of the rooms. The room was furnished with a bed, a desk, and a broken television. Trey dropped his rucksack on the desk and unzipped it, producing a large can of soup. He pulled out a large bag of utensils and pulled out a spoon, replacing the bag. "Hope you like vegetable soup..." He muttered, sliding the can and spoon across the desk. He produced a knife and began to offer it to her, but then hesitated and picked up the can. He worked the lid of the can off and then returned it to it's place.
Emma took the can and ate quickly; trying desperately to satiate her hunger. Trey looked at her, slightly amused. "When was the last time you ate?" He asked. She gazed towards him, but didn't respond. "Not very talkative... I see." The man nodded slightly. Emma sat the can down when she was finished. "Keep the spoon." He said.
She slid the utensil into her pocket, straightening herself. Trey set a bottle of water on the desk and zipped his bag, sliding it onto his shoulders. "Like I said earlier.... don't do anything stupid." He went towards the door and opened it.
"Why do you follow him?" Emma questioned before he left. The man turned his head in surprise, but his eyes seemed to search for his answer.
"Enrique.... has some dark methods. He also has dogma and I respect him for that. He's also saved my life several times." Trey said. "Everyone has their problems, but not everyone is as respectable as Enrique." With that, he closed the door and walked away."
Emma observed Enrique's eyes as he stared at her. Slowly, he cracked a smile and laughed a little bit. "I like that, Chiquita... She has nerves - I like that." He pointed at her with his right index finger, stepping towards her. "Aye, see that's what all of you boys need..." He looked to Trey and motioned inside. "Take her inside, get her something to eat."
Trey nodded and gripped Emma by the arm, pulling her towards the building. He closed the back door, and led her to one of the rooms. The room was furnished with a bed, a desk, and a broken television. Trey dropped his rucksack on the desk and unzipped it, producing a large can of soup. He pulled out a large bag of utensils and pulled out a spoon, replacing the bag. "Hope you like vegetable soup..." He muttered, sliding the can and spoon across the desk. He produced a knife and began to offer it to her, but then hesitated and picked up the can. He worked the lid of the can off and then returned it to it's place.
Emma took the can and ate quickly; trying desperately to satiate her hunger. Trey looked at her, slightly amused. "When was the last time you ate?" He asked. She gazed towards him, but didn't respond. "Not very talkative... I see." The man nodded slightly. Emma sat the can down when she was finished. "Keep the spoon." He said.
She slid the utensil into her pocket, straightening herself. Trey set a bottle of water on the desk and zipped his bag, sliding it onto his shoulders. "Like I said earlier.... don't do anything stupid." He went towards the door and opened it.
"Why do you follow him?" Emma questioned before he left. The man turned his head in surprise, but his eyes seemed to search for his answer.
"Enrique.... has some dark methods. He also has dogma and I respect him for that. He's also saved my life several times." Trey said. "Everyone has their problems, but not everyone is as respectable as Enrique." With that, he closed the door and walked away."
Abram - Baton Rogue Neighborhood - Sam
Abram watched as Sam produced the tools from her boot, working the lock. When she finished, he cracked a small smirk. "I won't ask where you learned to pick a lock." He said, bringing his pistol to eye level. He pushed the door open, checking each corner of the room; right, then left. The procedure was engraved in his head; as it was with every soldier. Before the outbreak, his storming procedures were executed alongside a man 6'5 and twice his size, not a girl that barely hit 5'3.
When he saw that the back room was clear, he allowed enough room for Sam to come inside. The room was a white kitchen, equipped with all the necessities. The man looked around quickly, opening a door to find a small pantry with a rather unpleasant smell. On the lowest shelf sat a large stack of canned goods. "Cans..." He remarked to Sam.
He looked through a tall, open doorway into a living room, and a set of stairs lead to the second floor. He stepped into the living room, his eyes scanning for a threat. A large, now useless, plasma screen TV sat on an entertainment cabinet. Cautiously, he stepped to the staircase, making his way up. He checked two of the three rooms, leaving the third for Samantha.
The large bedroom looked like a master bedroom, outfitted with a large TV and a king size bed. The smaller bedroom was filled with a large bed, adorned by a bright green cover. He stepped to the nightstand, where laid a cracked picture of a teenage girl and a boy. Abram suddenly felt strange, taking over these people's houses. He put the thoughts aside and continued into the hallway again. He opened a small door that shielded a short staircase. At the top of the steps, Abram saw that he had entered the static, the temperature in the room drastically warmer because of the insulation. If the cold became unbearable, they could come up here and sleep in the warmer temperature. The limitation was, however, the fact that there was no exit besides the staircase.
As Abram went out back, he saw a small part on the side of the porch that could be removed. He knelt down and pulled the plank away, seeing that the space between the porch and the ground was almost two feet tall. It was a perfect place to crawl into in case of an emergency... The house seemed almost like the jackpot.
He went inside as Samantha rounded into the kitchen, chuckling a bit. "It looks like we've found ourselves a home."
Abram watched as Sam produced the tools from her boot, working the lock. When she finished, he cracked a small smirk. "I won't ask where you learned to pick a lock." He said, bringing his pistol to eye level. He pushed the door open, checking each corner of the room; right, then left. The procedure was engraved in his head; as it was with every soldier. Before the outbreak, his storming procedures were executed alongside a man 6'5 and twice his size, not a girl that barely hit 5'3.
When he saw that the back room was clear, he allowed enough room for Sam to come inside. The room was a white kitchen, equipped with all the necessities. The man looked around quickly, opening a door to find a small pantry with a rather unpleasant smell. On the lowest shelf sat a large stack of canned goods. "Cans..." He remarked to Sam.
He looked through a tall, open doorway into a living room, and a set of stairs lead to the second floor. He stepped into the living room, his eyes scanning for a threat. A large, now useless, plasma screen TV sat on an entertainment cabinet. Cautiously, he stepped to the staircase, making his way up. He checked two of the three rooms, leaving the third for Samantha.
The large bedroom looked like a master bedroom, outfitted with a large TV and a king size bed. The smaller bedroom was filled with a large bed, adorned by a bright green cover. He stepped to the nightstand, where laid a cracked picture of a teenage girl and a boy. Abram suddenly felt strange, taking over these people's houses. He put the thoughts aside and continued into the hallway again. He opened a small door that shielded a short staircase. At the top of the steps, Abram saw that he had entered the static, the temperature in the room drastically warmer because of the insulation. If the cold became unbearable, they could come up here and sleep in the warmer temperature. The limitation was, however, the fact that there was no exit besides the staircase.
As Abram went out back, he saw a small part on the side of the porch that could be removed. He knelt down and pulled the plank away, seeing that the space between the porch and the ground was almost two feet tall. It was a perfect place to crawl into in case of an emergency... The house seemed almost like the jackpot.
He went inside as Samantha rounded into the kitchen, chuckling a bit. "It looks like we've found ourselves a home."
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