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Love the idea! I think it would work really well. Then they could team up and fight against zombies and other people lol. |
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Ok cool. Anything else before we start? |
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No, I think we have the basics pretty much covered. |
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Alright sounds good. Do you want to start so I can figure out how I want to get Sage hurt lol? Or do you want me to start with him in the fight so you can figure out how you want her to find him? |
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I can start. It might take me a few minutes. |
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Alright! I'm painting so I'll be on and off so take your time lol, rush |
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"I need to find food and fast" the strawberry blonde haired woman spoke to herself while she walked down the empty road littered with unused cars or debris. Her hair had a slight shine to it from not being washed in days and she had dry dirt coating her arms that were exposed from her short sleeved shirt. Cassidy wore black jeans that somewhat hid the dirt and blood stains and she wore a black v-neck tee shirt. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled up into a messy bun and dark circles were under her eyes from the lack of sleep. The apocalypse happened only three months ago and in that time she lost her older brother and both of her parents to the zombies. She was alone and every being that wasn't a zombie that she came across was trying to kill her or steal her supplies. It was tough being only seventeen living on your own with barely any supplies that could make you get by everyday. Most of the time she didn't sleep good enough for the fact that every sound scared her and made her think a zombie was near. Her grayish-blue eyes settled on a small corner store that she hasn't raided yet and she hoped something useful was in there. Cassidy adjusted the black backpack on her shoulders and she held her switchblade tight in her hands. There was a chance it could be infested with walkers or there was a chance food could be there! Just thinking about food made her stomach grumble and she winced slightly. Cassidy stopped in front of the door and she exhaled a breath before reaching out for the handle and opening the door. She cringed when the rusted bell above her head chimed and she waited for a zombie to run at her. Luckily none did so Cassidy quietly stepped inside and closed the door behind her. |
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Sage wasn't doing much at the start of the day. He was just wandering around, bored. He needed to find food, he knew that, but pretty much all the stores had been raided. He'd keep an eye out for something, though his hopes were low. He was used to not eating much, since he'd gotten the bad luck of being the poor street kid, even before the zombie apocalypse. His hair was matted and dirty, and his clothes were pretty much thin rags at this point. He never slept much, either, having to constantly be on guard for a zombie, or even another person. Everyone wanted eachother dead, and to someone else, he was disposable. Just another competitor. But he'd been treated that way even before the apocalypse...people didn't like the street rats. He heard a noise down by a small store, a jingle or something. And then he heard the familiar noise of a zombie moan. He decided to investigate.. he was bored, an a person going into a store meant food. He could fight a zombie, and the other person if need be. He jogged around the corner, taking his dagger out and palming it, the scars along his arms, face, and neck showing stark white against his tanned and work skin. He jogged to where he heard the noise and stopped, waiting and watching. A moment later he heard the zombie behind him and whirled to see much more than one zombie appear, cornering him. He cursed but lept at the one nearest to him, hoping to get this out of the way as quickly as possible. There was another human near by, and they were just as dangerous as the zombies, if not more so. He tore through the first row of zombies, and soon the others started to get mad, fight back more. And he struggled to fight them all. He felt a searing pain in his leg and stumbled, almost going to his knees but regaining his balance at the last second, arching his body as a zombies nails scratched his cheek. He lunged forward, this time using his super speed to cut down as many zombies as he could before he staggered backwards, completely spent. Dang it, he should have drunk more that morning. The zombies were gone, though, so he slid down the wall, breathing heavily and examining his leg. He'd have to stitch himself up, though there was no way he could do it now. His hands were shaking, and he could barely see straight, if he focused. |
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Cassidy heard commotion outside and she wondered if a zombie found some poor critter or even a human. The thought of it being a human made her gulp and she decided to stay in the safety of the store and wait out whatever was happening outside. She found a couple cans of baked beans and grabbed them after she slid her backpack off of her shoulders. Cassidy got down on her knees to unzip the bag and put the cans inside of it. She had a few other cans and a canteen of water along with a small first aid kit. It certainly wasn't much but it was enough for her to get through the next few days. She zipped the bag closed and stood up, putting the backpack on. Cassidy listened closely and she didn't hear any commotion so maybe they left? after exhaling a nervous breath, she walked to the door and reached up to unhook the bell and set it on the floor. Cassidy opened the door and stepped out but when she turned around, she saw a man around her age sitting on the ground and injured too. Her grayish-blue eyes stared in shock and she felt like running away but seeing him in pain made her stop. -Please don't kill me- she thought in her hand when she slowly walked towards him with her knife down and out in case he decided to lunge and it was a trap. "W-What happened?" Cassidy questioned and she stopped a couple feet away from him while her eyes assessed his wounds. People couldn't be trusted, especially not injured ones since it made them more vulnerable. Her heart rate was going at a fast pace and she felt her hand holding the knife shaking a little from fear. |
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Sage whipped his head around and scrambled to his feet as best he could, though he kept weight off of his injured one. He pressed his back against the wall, eyes scanning the girl quickly, his thinking sharp despite the fatigue and pain. "What's it to you?" He tried to make himself sound aggressive, and he generally was, but he could barely stand up straight, and he could tell it showed. There was no way he could fight this girl, not like this. She was armed, and his dagger was still laying on the ground. That was a stupid move. He couldn't bend over to grab it even if he wanted to. This girl was smart, a survivor. He could tell in her eyes, that while her hand was trembling and she was clearly scared, she could do him in if she so chose to. Well, he'd fight if she started one, but he knew he probably couldn't win. Once down, you were dead. It was the rules of fighting things. Stay on your feet or you're dead. And he could barely stand while leaning against a wall. No, he was pretty much done for. He'd go out fighting, though...he'd been fighting his whole life, and he wasn't going to stop now. Though, at this moment, if the girl didn't kill him, which was highly unlikely, that would be appreciated. He wasn't afraid to die, he'd been close to it enough times, but that didn't mean he wanted to. |
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Morning Drizzle, but Clearing later
