"Y-you promise?" Crystal whimpered. He didn't want to lie, since he didn't know what to do... His mother had turned into a zombie 2 weeks ago. It was painful to kill her... But he had to do it, no matter how much it hurt. It felt like a stab in the side, losing the one who raised him at birth.... Suddenly, he realized he was still here. Instead of replying with a 'yes' like both he and his sister expected, he found that he couldn't reply.. He couldn't lie... So, instead, he kept silent, his eyes stinging with tears.
Fatih sat atop a building. It wasn't too high, perhaps 4 or 5 stories. She was watching the zombies on the ground shuffle about. It had been three weeks, four days, and seventeen hours since the invasion started. In that time Faith had been going from building to building, waiting and watching. Biding her time. Surviving.
Faith watched with slight interest as some pink haired girl almost died and someone saved her just in time. Should Faith help them? She couldn't remember the last time she'd spoken to an alive person... She kept silent for now.
Aedan punched the zombie in the face and ran for his life, picking up a metal pipe as he ran. He dodged obstacles in his way and jumped over a fallen streetlamp. He spotted a girl on top of a building and hid behind a car. She didn't move, so he continued running.
He saw his apartment building and put on a burst of speed, pushing open the door and shoving his pipe through the handles. He checked to make sure it was secure, then dashed up the stairs to the second floor, where his room was. He reached for the door knob, twisting it and stepping inside, then locked it and put a chair in front of the door. He sighed a breath of relief and dropped the bag he was holding, filled with cans of food and matches.
He looked around his dim room and felt a jolt of sorrow go through him. His parents were dead, and his sister was missing. And he'd do anything to find her.
"I-I'm gonna go get us some food," Ace gently poked her, trying to make her feel better. "Stay here.." "Don't die!" Crystal sobbed, sternly holding his arm. "Please don't die.." She looked up to him, sorrow in her eyes. It broke his heart to see her like this... She was once so cheerful, but once the apocalypse came... "I won't. I promise. You better promise me, too, that you won't die." He tried his best to hold back tears, but had failed as he felt the salty, wet tear trickling down his cheek. "I promise.." She whispered, before finally letting him go.
Link dressed himself quickly, then walked to the kitchen, coffee pot steaming with vapor, a generator’s faint hum heard somewhere down below. He adjusted the handle, nudging it with his finger some forty degrees. He hated it when pots were out of line. He took to the sink, parting dishes in the drainer with meticulous organization. He bean to clean them, humming a quiet tune to Fireflies.
Nevaeh watched under her covers as the folks in her dorm strode out of the room with lethargy, rubbing at their eyes and deep yawns. She waited til the room was empty, smacked herself lightly for good measure, and rolled off the bed onto her bare feet, quiet as a cat on a sullen night.
She caught a whiff of fried eggs and bacon - scrumptious - but couldn’t shake the thoughts of her family. Her mother. Her little sister. Her older brother. Their compound was secure and stationed by military personnel, but she hadn’t talked to them for a couple weeks by now.
Faith watched as a blonde guy ran through the streets. If he noticed her he made no indication that he had. The pink haired girl locked eyes with Faith and tried to point at her. Faith simply smirked reply. Real interesting.
The dark skinned guy and the pink haired girl were about to be overrun by a group of zombies that had been chasing the blonde guy. Faith checked her watch. Well, she had nothing else better to do. She sniped them carefully and accurately, a single shot to the brain for all of them. Faith then stood up and decided it was high time to move on. She took a running leap and hopped onto the next building, and she kept going like that until she was quite a few blocks away from the scene.
(Oh, before I forget: Keno would you like the join the order roleplay? I noticed you wanted to join the calling but couldn't due to space. I made a second roleplay with the same plot with keyboard's permission)
Angela blinked slowly again, still barely concious, and reached for her bandana in her bag, wrapping it around her head. She grabbed the dark skinned boys hand and gasping for air said, “Cmon, we have no time to mourn over me almost dying. We have to go!”
She flipped, landing on top of a zombies shoulders. It was heading for the woman with the shaved head (Angela decided she’s would call her rebel-girl until she knew the woman’s title) and crushed the zombies head in. It’s skin was disgusting. It had this yellow pus like stuff on it and it was flimsy, squishy, easy to bash in.
Angela swiftly jumped off once it started to fall over, and leading the others, ran to her secret hideout.
It had been a while since she had seen any human, and she wasn’t going to let the two she just met die.
Link washed his dishes, displaced his coffee pot and poured himself a cup of dark brown, steaming liquid. He raised it to his nostrils and took a deep breath, the hot, slightly tangy vapor invigorating him. He leaned on the counter, taking a quaint sip from his ceramic mug.
Nevaeh walked outside the building into the courtyard, dozens of people mingling with each other. The aroma of eggs, salted jerky and cranberry juice wafting through the air. A frail wiry man to the left og the yard clanged a metal pot with a ladle at intervals, shouting “Everybody! Everybody! Breakfast in five! Minutes!”
Nevaeh melded to the right, into a cluster of perhaps a hundred or so people, conversing in smaller groups.