Okay, so, character sheets?

Name: Tyler Carter

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Gender: Male

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Age: 18

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Weight: 180 lbs

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Height: 6'2

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Appearance: Dark green eyes, black clothing, dark tan skin, lots of scars but the most prominent is the one on his cheek, shaggy black hair.

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Personality: Grumpy, stealthy, strong, skilled fighter, swift, cunning, fierce

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Preferred Weapon: Death Stars (don't laugh, I like them because they are long range when you throw them, and they can also be hand to hand combat but walla, Death Stars lol)

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Animal: a German Shepherd Dog

Name: Regan Barnes

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Gender: Female

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Age: 17

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Weight: 120ibs

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Height: 5'5

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Personality: If you were to catch her off guard, some would describe Regan as... Rude? Arrogant? Or maybe even untrustworthy? Well, whatever you'd choose to call her, she would always describe herself as honest. She could admit she can hold a grudge and has the full potential to be malicious.

Despite this, underneath all that asshattery, she would fight to the end of the earth to look out for her closest acquaintances. She just refuses to hand out her trust like it's nothing.

Now, she isn't anti-social. In fact, she quite enjoys social gatherings, and finds it relatively easy to come off as charming and polite, though, this only seems to happen when she wants either something or someone’s alliance.

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Weapon: She's settled for long knives and a small, handheld pistol will a silencer. She has a small rage of other weapons to hand.

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Animal: A mix breed rescue dog - looks like a labrador mixed with a Belgian malinois.

I admit, I'm impressed. You know your dogs LOL. Now don't get me wrong, it's just MOST people don't. I only do because my mom is a professional dog trainer lol. Anyway, do you want to start or should I, and let's have this rp take place mainly in the forest. By the way, what disaster happened?

I love my malis aha. Can you start? I'm not too fussed about the disaster. It could be an experiment that went wrong or morphed flu or something. Anything, really!

Okay! We will just say an experiment went wrong and there are poisonous gasses in the air so that when you breath them in, it makes you have rabies without the dying. Bite another, same problem.

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Tyler looked around warily, his emerald green eyes glowing in the dark. He had a small dagger in his hand, and was cutting a rope to a very large dog, part GSD part Doberman. (Thankfully it looked for like a GSD) Once the dog was free it leaped into his arms, knocking him overnight and smothered him with kisses. "Raptor that's enough." Tyler growled, his voice muffled by the dogs fur. Raptor got off, wagging his tail happily. Tyler wiped the slobber off his shirt and ran silently into the woods, the dog following closely. The dog was purely black, no other color on it. Tyler ran through the woods till he got to a big oak tree. He had set up traps all the way around this oak tree, and sensors would tell him if the gas was getting close, or any rabies infected animals. There was a large space under the roots of the tree which he crawled in. The dog sat down outside, his ears pricked Andy ready for action. Tyler soon fell asleep, feeling safe at last

For most people, hearing the deranged snarls and heavy steps of the infected would be enough to scare anyone. Knowing that any small movement, any breath or step would be enough to attract very much unwanted attention, it would freak almost anybody out. If it wasn't then surely the undetectable infectious air would be... it was silent. You couldn't sense it, not at all... if you were lucky, then you might hear the whine of an animal, and hide until the danger had passed well enough away. If you weren't already infected or dead, then your only options would be to just... exist until you either died of malnourishment or old age, just trying to survive through every day... or, you could take the easy route and just do it yourself before anyone else could do it. Regan had thought about the last option a couple of times now... and she probably would have done it if it weren't for the small animal that seemed to follow her all over the place, alerting her of every danger that could be within distance. The animal needed her - and that was enough to keep her going. She wandered through the woods, away from the safety of the small shack, the sable malinois at her side every step of the way. In her right hand was a small penknife, and there was a backpack on her, in case she saw anything she needed to pick up. As she walked, she noticed a long string across the floor and a couple of other intricate little details around. They all looked fairly new... and, in all honesty, that did scare her. The dog at her side whined quietly, though her tail was swinging from left to right. She thought this was a game... or maybe it was just her job to look after her person. But Regan heard no movement, so quickly silenced the dog with a sharp shushing noise before going to investigate the area around the large oak tree.

Suddenly a dog barked and a giant net sprang, wrapping up both the dog and the handler. Raptor barked again, growling ferociously. Tyler stumbled out of the tree, eyes bleary but when he saw the net had sprung he widened his eyes and got out his Death Stars. He crept closer, then saw it was a... girl? And another dog! He threw a Death Star and it cut the rope above them, dropping the, to the ground. He quickly untangled the net and hissed. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" While holding a star up to the girls throat. Raptor made sure the other dog didn't interfere.

The girl squeaked when she felt the ground beneath her move, and to be honest it sounded much like the squeal her animal friend made when her legs slipped through the gaps in the net. Regan could only just see the person through the sable dog, and her heart pretty much dropped. She wasn't sure what would happen - but she hadn't had very many good encounters with people over the last few months. When the rope dropped, she felt a sharp pain in her side, where one of her many little weapons had pierced through her back pack and into her side. The yelp of pain that escaped her seemed to split through the air, though she soon silenced herself so not to attract anything or one. When he put the sharp blade to her throat, she tried to bable out what she was doing, but all that came out was a kind of squeak. Millie, the Malinois, tried to pass the larger dog, frenzied barks and squeals espcsping the dog as she tried to get to her handler.