This is It (RP)

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How it Started
WARNING: This was rushed.

The Beginning:

About the RP
It has been 10 years since the apocalypse started. The RP is about surviving the apocalypse. Basically, our characters are going to form a team and survive the apocalypse together. They start separately.

Rules
1. You must follow all WCF Rules.
2. You can have a maximum of 2 characters.
3. Do not start RPing until I accept your character(s).

Character Sheet

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My Characters

Lynn:

Jeremy:

All Characters

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Ryan, as overwhelmed as his was currently, jumped over the fence barely and rushed to the open door. "You better hurry and block off the door. That fence is not holding well." He quickly commented once inside, seeing the semi-large horde pushing at the rotting wood.

Kristin sat beside Gigabite, working on setting up her sniper rifle. She had just gotten her base set up between the top floor and roof of the apartment building and hadn't rested since. After a full night of working on it, the rifle would be the last thing to set up before she could even think about a nap. She ran a hand through her hair, aiming the rifle at the street below. She pet the dog, rising from her sitting position to stretch. "Well, that's it, Gigs," she said, starting to walk back towards the apartment. She stopped when he began whimpering.

"Huh?" Her own stomach growled, "I guess we should go hunting, huh? Not only are you hungry, but I'm running low on rations." She stepped towards her weapons rack, grabbing her knife and crossbow. She peered over the edge of the building, surveying the area. Nothing much was really happening there, other than the usual zombie sight. They walked down to the ground floor and left the building. Kristin put a bolt in her crossbow, drawing it back so that it was prepared for launch. Gigs obediently waked beside her, ears low as he walked along the broken road. Together, they walked on down towards a different building, one that appeared to be more of an ancient ruin.

After a little bit of rummaging, Kristin hit the jackpot in the garden. Food! Thank God that people still had gardens when this thing started, she grabbed a bucket and just began grabbing all of the carrots and apples in sight.

Jeremy pushed the bookcase over with ease. Lynn stared at the stranger. "Jeremy..."
"Let me explain." Jeremy said, "He was at the store too, and when I was trying to get Twizzlers for you, which he had, I attracted zombies. I wasn't just going to let him die."
Lynn sighed and sat down. "Did you at least get the Twizzlers?" she asked.

Ryan defensively put a hand over the bag that held his precious Twizzlers. "Hah....yeah....no. They're mine." He replied with a snort, taking this as a chance to explore the house.

Chey awoke to from a 20 minute nap to find herself in a town. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. "I think that's a new record with out being attacked." She laughed and ruffled his mane. "Lets go find you some more sugar cubes." She pulled out a cardboard box with only three cubes left. "I never recommend a grocery store, so lets raid some houses." She smiled and got off Gazer's back. She held his reins and lead him to a two story house. "You wait out here and I'll go look for some in this house. You behave and if you see zombies neigh and run to a location where you know I will find you." She pet his head and entered the house. She held her bow, with a nocked arrow, and had her quiver tied around her waist. She searched through the house quietly and skillfully, kicking down doors and flipping over furniture. The house was clear and she went down to the kitchen. She pulled open cupboards, the fridge doors, the drawers and even the oven. The cupboards were filled with spices, sugars, canned goods, and some bottled waters. Boy this house has the perfect supplies. She grinned and ran up the flight of stairs. She dug through the closets and found two school backpacks. She stopped and looked at a picture of a mother, father, and children in an open locket that hung from the pocket of the backpack. I hope at least the children survived or the whole family is safe. If they are I can return this. She smiled and placed the locket in her pocket. She rushed back downstairs and threw the canned goods, some bottled waters, and some other items into the two backpacks. She rolled the straps onto her shoulders and wandered the house a little more.

Lynn looked at him, taken aback. "We're giving you shelter, the least you can do is give me Twizzlers." She stood up and said as she was going up the stairs, "I'm going to my room. The guest room is upstairs, first right... What's your name?"

"Your names first." Ryan replied with narrowed eyes. Just because they saved him once, didn't mean he completely trusted them. It was a rough game of deception nowadays between the remaining humans.

Cheyenne shook her head vigorously. Stop day dreaming Cheyenne!! You know there is no way to get your family back and that there is no way that you can ever go back to a life like that. She mentally slapped herself and left the house. "Lets go Ga-" She broke herself off seeing her stallion has left. She looked to the side and saw about three limping zombies, headed at her. Well this is gonna be fun. She grinned and aim the arrow for a zombie. She let out a steady breath and fired. The air shot through the head and she placed her bow down. She pulled a knife from her boot and gripped it tightly. "Gazer, stay!!" She yelled backing up a little ways and glancing at the horses hiding in an alley way.

"Well, I'm Jeremy, Jeremy Hobbs. I'm 32 years old and I've lived here for 12 years." Jeremy said, before noticing Lynn had gone to her room. "That girl, is Lynn Welsh. She's 21, and she used to live next door to me before... You know what, never mind. That's Lynn."

"Ah...I'm Ryan. Last names are much important anymore but it's Arnett...so...excuse me if I come off as a bit awkward. I haven't been around another human for...well...a while." He stated, sitting down on the first chair he saw before opening the bag of Twizzlers to eat a few.

Chey felt the rough textured wall of the house with the tips of her nails. She grinned and grabbed an arrow from her quiver. The zombies were closer to her now. She crawled to the side and felt the handle of the door. She turned it quickly and pulled the door forth. She swung inside and slammed it shut. The zombies began the scratch and bang at the wooden door. "Not today buddy." She swung the door open and slammed one of the zombies into the wall. She slammed the arrow she held through the head of the remaining zombie. She didn't flinch when the blood splattered onto her face. She headed out to the first zombie she shot and retrieved her arrow. She left the other arrow. She ran over to Gazer and held his muzzle. "You're safe buddy." She grabbed his leather reins and pulled him out of the alley. She pulled him inside the house she raided and locked all entrances.

Kristen, bucket full of fruits and such, began wandering the rest of the ruins. She took a few more turns. There wasn't much there other than the overgrowth and lifeless bricks. Everything else was practically shredded to bits. She left the building with Gigabite, deciding to carry the bucket back towards her apartment building. It wasn't that long of a walk, so after taking the basket up the stairs, she ate a quick apple and went back after some kill for the dog.

She and Gigs then made their way back to the street, taking their time. The two stayed hidden, shooting only the zombies close by. Most of them were bones, barely any meat still clinging to them. Kristen kicked at the ground, planning on dragging a few of the scrawny zombies back to the apartment with her. About a minute or two later, the Gigs began growling. He went into an attack stance, sending Kristen into alert. Here, zombie... Come out, come out wherever you are... She waited, looking around to find whatever it was that the dog had sensed, only for a single rotting arm to wrap around her throat.

"Nice to meet you, Ryan." Jeremy said, "We only have a few rules here. Do not waste food. Eat only as much as you need, no more, and no less. We don't want you to starve. Second, don't go anywhere without telling us, or we will assume you left and you will not be welcome back. Third, don't go in Lynn's room unless she invited you in. She's not very welcoming of others. And lastly, don't bring anybody here unless you know for a fact they will not take anything and leave. Got it?"

"Well, I'm very good at rationing so no worries there. I promise I won't leave without telling. I'd rather have someone know where I went then go somewhere in risk. Also...I have no one to bring anyways. I've been on my on for a long time to be honest. I'll be a good boy." He replied with a nod. "Anyways...I have a question to ask, if you don't mind."

Sarah walking down the street staying alert for zombies. Suddenly she jerked up when caught the nasty smell of them. Her eyes lit upSomeone in trouble! she thought. she pulled out her gun and aimed careful to avoid hitting the human. She fired and hit the zombie right in the side of the face. That should do some damage she thought.

Gazer laid on the long couch in the living room with Chey leaned on him. She gave him an apple and switched on the tv. Nothing was really on anymore because of disabled satellites but very little shows remained. She flipped through channels till she discovered the DVR. She flipped through the DVR and found Little House on the Prairie. She began to watch the show and remember how things were before the outbreak.

She looked outside the window and saw little drops of rain hit the windowpane. Seems its gonna start raining. Rain scares away zombies... at least I think so. She sighed and laid her head on Gazers side, drifting to sleep. Gazer snorted then laid his head on her, falling asleep as well.

"Good. Welcome to the house." Jeremy said, "And, ask away."

Lynn sat in her room and opened her drawer, looking at the necklace and the hat inside. She sighed and closed it, pulling her knees to her chest.
"Why did they have to die first?" she whispered to herself. She looked out her window to see her old, broken down house. "I wonder if they're still in there...? No, Lynn, they're not people, they're undead. They have no feelings."

Ryan didn't say anything for a little bit, seemingly lost in his own world. "...How was life before the outbreak for you?"

Jeremy sighed, looking at Ryan. "Well, when I was 18, I moved out of my original home in California to a friend's house in Louisiana. I thought I hated my family and I just wanted to get out of there as fast as I possibly could. Two years later I had enough money to move into this house. Suddenly, the outbreak happened, and I never got to see my family again. I regret it so much."

Lynn looked at Jeremy, sighing. "Are we sharing our histories now?" Jeremy nodded in response.

"Well... Where to begin? I had a nice life. I was on the honor roll all throughout elementary, I had lots of friends, and my parents loved me. Well, they acted like they did. They actually cared about each other more than me." Lynn said, "We were watching the news story and my dad was trying to barricade the house, and a hand grabbed my dad's face from the window. More hands grabbed him and pulled him out of the house. My mom ran after him, and they both got eaten. I ran over here as soon as the zombies dispersed, and told Jeremy to board up. I was only 11."

"Ah...harsh." He looked down at the floor, before slowly offering the half-eaten bag of Twizzlers. "I'd say I'm sorry...but the past is done and what's a few words gunna change?"

"It won't change anything, but it shows sympathy, at least to some people." Lynn said, "I don't think you should apologize unless you have done something wrong or harmful towards someone or a group of people."

He nodded. "Well...since you guys openly shared your past. I guess I should share mine. When this all started, I lived in an orphanage. No parents, just one friend and the Nuns. So I didn't have much human relations. When the outbreak happened, I was around eleven and I tried to escape with him. Out of my stupid mistake, I lead him straight into one of the Nuns..who'd...become one of 'em. I watched him get eaten. I got out alive...but...I shouldn't have. I've been on my own ever since. Until now anyways."

"I know that feeling." Lynn sighed, "I should have stopped Mom."
Silence filled the room, until Jeremy said, "Hey, it's getting late. I'm gonna go to bed." At that, Jeremy went up the stairs to his bedroom.

"Hey...want some Twizzlers? I ate...most of them but there's a little under half left." Ryan asked, offering the bag to her.

Lynn looked at the bag, then back at Ryan. "Sure." She sat next to him and took a Twizzler from the bag, taking small bites of it. It's been a habit to eat slower so she doesn't eat more that she needs. "Hey, what have you been doing ever since the outbreak started? Anything interesting happen?"