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8 yrs ago
Current I love sixteen hour flights
9 yrs ago
Birthday, officially twenty years old today! yikes
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10 yrs ago
Happy Holidays, everyone! Enjoy the time with your families, and stay safe on your travels!
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10 yrs ago
It's my birthday! Another year towards twenty, woooooo
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10 yrs ago
For whoever comes to read this, continue being awesome. I'm rooting for you.
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I'm so sleepy I'm dropping my phone on my face typing this. I'll reply tomorrow morning goodnight


Wow, was I really tired. I'll write a reply now. 8)
I'm so sleepy I'm dropping my phone on my face typing this. I'll reply tomorrow morning goodnight
Yeah, I'm just waiting for @tex, right now. :x
Walter Pierce


Reuniting with Alex came to Walter as an immediate relief, letting out a sigh as his eyes continued to study the boarded structure before him. He listened to his fellow survivor, pointing back towards the road. "Bits of the horde is moving, it looks like. Some got us back there, and Darren's gone," he told Alex when asked where the others were. "Now some kid's shooting a storm, you hear that?"

Walter knew that all of the gunshots meant trouble for their remote location. The horde that overran their former sanctuary would turn to them, attracted by the noise. When Alex told him of the boarded house being a place to stay, he bit his lower lip at the mention of a woman and a baby being its residents. "You said a baby?"

The man wondered just how those with younger children had survived the apocalyptic nightmare for this long, much less, an infant that relied so much on its parents and could put them in instant danger with one cry. "We'll see later," Walter began to turn back. "Let's go help the others."
U@josephb I would probably have him follow, I had a hard time posting last night because of the technical issue of not hearing a 50. Cal Barrett sniper rifle even if it was surpressed you can still hear that beast a mile away, and only a few snipers in the world can get mile long shots. I know it's a fantasy story but I still like realism in it, anal I know. So I was having a hard time deciding to ignore it or bring it up in the rp. But while debating something came up and I couldn't.

Any who sorry I'll just have him follow.


Yeah. I don't usually post in OOC, but this is something that grates me a bit, as well. I'd much prefer realism, but it's a little ridiculous, I agree.
Walter Pierce


Walter nodded. "Got it," he replied to Ethan, though a look of concern washed over the young man as he looked over his friend's shoulder to look for Nikki. Though more than enough of their own group had been consumed by the walkers already, including the ones from only moments before, he was not keen on losing any more of their people.

"Make sure she gets out, too," Walter told Ethan, wheeling around and starting down the road. He thought back to when Alex had split off on his own-- just where exactly did he run off to? He blinked, his feet eventually taking him to the opposite side and starting at a set of decayed houses and buildings.

Placing his knife back into its holder and grabbing his crowbar, Walter took a deep breath, citing the impending situation and time of day as a means to work fast. He kept a close eye on each corner, darting along the many complexes. The sights of the perpetually deteriorating civilization had been commonplace for Walter; he'd been along these streets and buildings many times, and so, he trusted his pathfinding was without flaw.

As much as Walter would have loved to call out Alex's name, so as to find the stray cat faster, it was obviously unwise to do so. "Which one..." he mumbled to himself, eyeing down each building as a boarded one stood out. "Maybe?"
Walter Pierce


It was strange what a rush of adrenaline did to the human body, and how it affected someone's mind state. One moment, Walter had been staring down a potential threat to their group, looking between Nikki and Ethan, and the next moment, his dirty hands clasped tightly around his knife stained with crimson.

Leaving the task of keeping the walkers at bay to Nikki, Walter remained alongside Ethan, so as to back him up in the time of need. He trusted the man to make it back safely after running back to grab his gear, watching for any stray walkers if they drew too close to the unarmed members of their group.

While Walter dealt with the few that strayed away from the incident, Ethan returned shortly after, following the loud gunshot from before. "We need to move," he called to Ethan, shoving a walker off of the blade of his knife. "Shot's gonna draw more of 'em here!"
Sorry for disappearing without saying anything; a bunch of birthdays and partying happened, and I sort of lost track of the days.

I'll quickly catch myself up! :)
Walter Pierce


The man sighed as Alex continued onward without stopping to consider the rest of the group's input, shaking his head as the European trotted off. Sure, Walter was thankful for the man's experience in medical practices, and even helping him mentally through these times during their time at Dana Point, but that did not justify a nature trip. They needed a moment to catch their breath, as well as discuss where they would exactly be going to find a refuge for the night.

As Nikki rejoined their ranks, Walter nodded to the woman, having a delayed reaction to the commotion occurring beside him. When the girl suddenly appeared with a bow aimed at Ethan, he had to hold himself back from saving his fellow survivor from the potential danger, keeping his fingers wrapped around the sheath of his knife.

Walter remained vigilant, wheeling around completely and kicking himself away from the car he leaned against. He took a few steps towards the remainder of the group, watching the girl's hands carefully.
Walter Pierce


Who knew that one of the first things that Walter Pierce would find himself doing in the midst of an apocalyptic crisis and the decay of society would be taking a stroll along the coastline.

Only, instead of the smell of the Pacific Ocean on an average day, it was the familiar stench of the rotting dead that seemingly littered every turning corner, and the perpetual smoke that cut into his lungs. Even with the sudden invasion of the horde and the destruction of their long-lived sanctuary, Walter continued to quietly coexist within the pocket of survivors that remained.

The man's entire body beaded of sweat, much like the companions that flanked him; such a condition had never bothered Walter until this point, and as tiring as the escape was, he graciously accepted Ethan's charity. He leaned against one of the many run-down cars near the group's point of respite, keeping a lookout among the horizon while listening.

"No problem with that," Walter spoke up first in response, his eyes remaining along the highway as his hand fiddled with the knife at his side. "I can take first watch."
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