"Is this really the end?"|Literate|Realistic|Post Apocalyptic RP|Open!|

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[[Its late and need to go to bed, so not a great post...]]

Kennedy-Leigh McCally

For a moment or two Kennedy had glanced around the room, she was totally confused to why the stranger acted rather 'scared' towards them, sure Hunter was often wary of strangers and would stand and growl - but witout being commanded to he would never attack - so that was never enough to actually scare someone off. As for her, Alex and Trooper those three didn't show any hostile behaviour towards the being either, if anything Ken thought be was stupid wondering off alone especially if he was hurt - but him himself may not like being part of a group, even if it did offer protection.

As she starred into space the cold feeling and light shoves of her canine companion caused her the quickly drift out of her day-dream and glance down at the large Shepherd - it appeared Alex had asked a quation about the male, Tonx being quick and replying to what she would do. The young woman was stuck on what to do, sure they could go after him - but then he could put down the offer or act hostile towards them. But if they didn't, something could happen towards the unjured being.

Sighing, she turned to Tonx then Alex "Well I'm not to sure, what if he doesn't want to be in a group? But then something could happen to him if she's injured..." she spoke up - repeating what she had thought in her previous day-dream. She quessed it would be another male 'friend' for Alex to hang with instead of being surrounded by the two young woman, but she was unsure on how the male would react. Brushing her hand through her hair Kennedy glanced between the two hoping for a final decision.

[DangusMangus]

For past few hours he was thinking all about those three. He found out, that he's not alone in this over-sized, two-side city, one of them is very aggressive and two girls are just his companions. The black hair girl currently desires to stay behind them, for her, they're like a shield or some sort of thing that keeps her safe, alive. Two dogs, both german shepherds. One of canine was police 'weardrobe' or some sort of thing that showed that he came from NYC police department. The male, of course, was his owner, so that shows that he is police man aswell. But who is better, army soldier, who spend 4 years in army, or police man, who learned how to use a gun, and trained himself for good 2 years?

But Theo never said that he's weak, nor he said that police man is stronger. At this time - he is, since Theo is laying in bed with his broken leg. Black canid was next to him, his head was on his muscular belly, eyes closed since he was sleeping. The door that lead outside is boarded up, only openable from inside. All other ways doesn't work, or there's no passage. So Theo lives in pretty good building room. At least the top room is safer than anything, the ground turned out to be less safe since the zombies changed the appearance; Another level into this world full of madness.

What Theo is praying for now is to don't find those three or more people, any of them are threatening, since they want what is best for their group. Selfish people want to take everything for person that lived few years with currently broken leg.

Theo traveled alot, he went to police department to find some guns. Luckily - he found some: rifle guns, pistols, machine guns. Medicine supplies aren't ending soon, he has enough or too much of everything. Now only thing that he needs is food. Yes, food. He might get that later, when his leg gets better.

[DangusMangus]

((I shall get another character.))

"Oh stop crying, this will never end, deal with it."

Name
Christina Parker

Nicknames
Chris

Gender
Female

Age
23 years old

Personality
Always~ cold, harsh, unfriendly, strict, dangerous, threatening, smart, quiet.
Rarely~ nice, friendly, helpful, noisy.

History
At age of 18, Chris decided to go in army. There she elarned how to sue gun, how to not give up and always seek for current goal. There she met Theo, the guy that saved her in training. If not him, she wouldn't even get soldier badge. At age of 20, they seperated: Chris went to Chicago, and Theo - back to NYC. Chris lived in small flat in first floor. Small, but comfy. When apocalypse came over, her parents died in the main street. Their guts were ripped out and the only thing she could say was "I'm sorry.". You see, Chris left home just to get rid of her parents, since they always were drunk and played tricks on poor girl. Girl changed her appearance, personality and goal, and curse apocalypse for this massive change.

Wears
Black mask, White sleeveless T-shirt with 'Aime' writing on it, black tights with fake zippers and black renzor combat boots.

Guns
M16 (the last one)

Pistol

Melee weapons
Army knife

Army knife with rope handler

Family ties
none.

Not Blood related family ties
Theo (not blood related brother) (Phroghress)

Companion

Milo, Belgian Malinois. Trained to be very harsh with others and listen only to Chris. Gives no trust towards others. Sharp canines, massive build, big strength. Easy to kill another canine. Knows fatal places. Male. chain collar, big brown collar.

Other
End.

[Stuck in Limbo]

Tonx stands up stiffly with a yelp of pain as she looks out at the world outside the building. "I could try..." She says in a sad yet serious tone. She thought he might feel safer with a group, granted he seemed self reliant and good with a gun, but it was his injured leg that worried her. What if it got worse ad he couldn't escape a hoard or a bigger, more hostile group of survivors? She herself was never one to trust strangers due to past experiances but she took a chance with these two and she was glad she did.

With her physical and medical health problems, she was surprised that they were as eager to take her as they were. She had been alone for a log time and after being quite cruelly ousted from her 'group' she felt reluctant to trust. Of course there were selfish individuals who would kill some who was ether hurt or sick for their own benefit.
She looks in the direction the man walked in, she wanted to try and convince him but that was a stupid idea.
(On my phone)

[DangusMangus]

"Oh stop crying, this will never end, deal with it."

The day was ending, the evening just froze in time, when the sun didn't moved, after it's edge reached the horizon. Darker shadows filled the streets, it was harder to see a person, but luckily - the summer nights always were bright.

Chris was walking in the middle of the street, her M16 was on ehr grip, in case she would see zombies or any threatening survivors. Her goal was to find Theo, maybe he will be in his penthouse. Yes. Lets head there. New goal. The brown hair that laid on her left shoulder began to slide down, now brown bangs laid by her back. Giving small glare at the smaller street, Chris walked past it, her hand gripped even more on the trigger.

Milo was by her side, his sharp ears were listening to any threatening to dangerous sound. Actually - every sound now is dangerous. Even the weak movement in front of them might cause some problems. The streets went more emptier, not a single car cached dog's eyes. Weird.

Chris was interested in the empty streets as well, a human being was here for sure, it left dusty track and Milo found it. "Not fresh." those were the words that Chris spoke, after crouching down and brushed her finger over the track, the human track. The shoe print that was left reminded her of army boots. "No way." More words echoed out from her throat, as Chris grinned beneath black mask in surprise. He was here. He surely was here.

"Do I look like a dog for you? No? Then stop telling me what to do."

Theo still was laying in his bed, not a single move from his body caused the bed to crack in noises. Yes, the bed is getting old, that's why he will probably leave the penthouse or try to find another one, somewhere in other rooms. Currently feeling better and the pain that caused his leg to 'freeze' is gone, for time being.

The days went with blink of an eye. It feels, like just yesterday he left army. Maybe the memory of it is that easy to remember, or he actually misses that place. Theo doesn't know the right answer. But at least he ahs some good memories form there. Like, when the first training class came and he was the best one, until leaders decided to put both gender classes in one lesson? Then he met Chris, that stealthy girl who knows more than a real girl is supposed to. Better not to mess with that woman.

[Jane-Doe]

Alexander Thaddeus Way

"I think you're grasping at straws, little bird. To make your nest of deciet. Oh, what a web we weave."

Alexander huffed slightly, before slipping his pocket knife from its sturdy holster. He examined the steel's sharp edge, the ragged blade that could cut skin as easily as butter if needed- and if in it's best condition. Trooper's ears perked slightly, seeing as his owner just took out a weapon, but Alexander reassured the canine with a simple pat on the head with his free hand.

His gaze flickered to Tonx and Kennedy, arching his eyebrows slightly. His hair was somewhat dry, however without combing it, it curled slightly at his brows. "Should we let the damned-stubborn thing die?" He questioned, seeking a simple yes or no answer. Alexander was always the one to make tough decisions, however he just couldn't get a grip on that unknown male. He seemed too easy to read, too easy to comprehend. It was like he wanted to know that he was hurt. Was it a call for help? Or just that he couldnt help the limp? "Yes or no? Because we could track him down before sundown if we leave now." Alex suggested with his gruff tone- not really caring if this said survivor lived to see another day or not.

Alexander shook his head at Tonx's statement about her being weaponless, before turning to Kennedy, "You still have that bag with supplies right? Happen to have a handgun or something easy to manuever for Tonx over 'ere?" Hopefully the options would be simple enough for Alexander to explain to her how to switch the safety off, how to properly aim, and how to shoot without hurting anyone unintentionally- including herself.

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"When you feel like quitting think about why you started"

Kennedy-Leigh McCally

The young womans attention had drifted off for a while, her gaze focused on the dimmed streets as the day was nearining night - the time most hated in this world full of cannibals. Her head was rested against the wall, the only motion from her being the rising and lowering of her chest as she breathed and the slight motion she made up the wall in this process. Although there was scattering going on around her and talking she had zoned out for a few minutes - their voices clear and understanding - but somewhat echoing as she remained in a daze.

Memories of her family had begun to flash through her head - oh how she remembered running down that main street filled with shops she would love to peek through the windows, Hunter would always be right by her side barking and jumping along, her mother shouting for her to be careful as she seemed to be over protective, her brother chasing her and her father laughing. She loved them days, going out with her family having the time of her life - the laughters of the family and the young, yappy tone of Hunters bark would echoe through the streets. Everything had came flooding back in those quick few minutes. But, the sudden questions of her fellow group mates began to get louder and louder, the image had blurred and she was now back into the real world.

Taking in a gasp of air Kennedy blinked her eyes several times, then clenched a fist and began rubbing her blurred eyes - until everything became clear. Turning to her right she flattened her hair and patted her lifetime companion on the head, the brute licked her leg then rested his head on her. The womans mixed coloured eyes drifted onto Tonx who had asked about going after the being, although it would increase numbers and safety he seemed a little, odd. The group was no where near hostile, now were any of the members in it - although at times they seemed rather forward and opinionated, but they weren't at all hostile or threatening.

But the young womans gaze soon flickered upon Alex who seemed to think in a similar way she thought about the males behaviour, although she did also agree with Tonx on some of it. But would he do the same for them? She thought to herself running her tanned hand through her hair and ruffling the top of it for a minute as she glanced between the two. It didn't matter what he would have done, these three thought differently to the stranger and were more helpful and probably friendly.

Taking in a deep breath Kennedy lifted to her feet, glancing at Alex then the wite sack, then back at Tonx - a smile on her face. Nodding her head "Sure have, where do you think I got this bad boy from?.." she chuckled pulling around the sub-machine gun and tossing it into mid air - the solid object spinning in the air then falling towards the ground, Kennedy grabbing the handel and showing the others. Sliding the gun back into a pocket on her belt she grabbed the bag "Alright, what we got in here." she mumbled half to herself half to the others - she wasn't sure which type of gun Tonx was comfortable using, but she did have a good range of weaponary. "You still got that handgun gave you Tonx?" she questioned as she was now almost head first into the bag shuffling around gathering the weapons.

As Kennedy backed away from the bad she had her hands fully, a wide range of guns and knives she had stocked up over the days, and a good load of ammo that would last them for many days to come - ever since being younger she was a tomboy, going hunting and paintballing with her father also having many bb guns which helped improve her skills. As the brunette woman clambered over the crumbled building slabs on the ground she released her grip and her arms after bending down towards the ground and dropping the several different weapons on the ground inbetween Alex and Tonx. Stepping back a little she smiled, Hunter quickly trotting to her side - tongue hanging from the side of his maw and his tail wagging. "I'm sure you'll find something in there.." she spoke glancing between the two - she did agree on going to help the other injured being and wasn't willing to allow Tonx nor Alex to go alone.  


What she's wearing

[Stuck in Limbo]

Tonx looks at her shotgun and nods. She slides onto her back but struggles to get comfortable because of her slightly curved spine. "I say we should... I don't like the idea of him being alone and hurt... I know I don't like being alone when I'm hurt..." She says, remembering the trauma of being abandoned by her group and the fear which went with it.
(No internet so on my phone as short, sorry)

[Jane-Doe]

Alexander Thaddeus Way

"I think you're grasping at straws, little bird. To weave your nest of deciet. Oh, what a web we weave."

The young lad watched as the two exchanged words- some possibly directed towards him, but he wasn't paying attention. Alexander's focus was on his hunting knife, it's jagged ends, and it's soon-to-be-dullness. He's come down to it- either that limping-warlord was just plain insane and idiotic- or he had felt a weird vibe about us. Possible he saw us as threatening? No matter, Alexander wouldn't ponder on the topic for much longer.

The lad hoisted himself up against the wall and felt his guaze for any signs of bleeding. The gauze was dry from the outside- which was a good thing. The wound would probably be closed by the end of the week. Brushing off some dust from his dark jeans, Alexander turned towards the gap in the wall, and got down to the floor. "I'm going to go for a walk." He muttered lightly before patting Trooper on the rump to let him go through first. Once the German Shepherd was out, Alexander began to crawl through after him; his crossbow slung over his back, his hunting knife secure in it's holster, and his AK47 propped against his lean frame.

[DangusMangus]

"Oh stop crying, this will never end, deal with it."

Chris walked forwards, now her M16 was pressed on her left shoulder, her finger landed on the trigger as her sharp gaze began to scan the streets. Milo couldn't stop walking, until they reached the main road that lead to hospital. "We're close." The brunette spoke out, her sharp gaze fell on the road as she eyed it closely.

In the distance her eyes noticed a guy and his dog, but neither of them reminded her of Theo, since as she remembers Theo's dog is black, and Theo himself is more muscular and he hat short brown hair. He as well wouldn't go in streets when the night is here, so that guy definitely isn't Theo.

The guy as well carried AK47 in his hand, and the dog had police harness over himself, so that said, that both of them are from police department. The guy shouldn't be alone, they don't look like they are alone here,more like the gap in the wall is the entrance and way to others. Yes, Chris' eyes are that 'sharp'.

Waiting no longer, Chris slowly began to head into smaller street, where the emergency door was. Her M16 still was in her grip, in case everything will go bad and she'll need to use it.

Milo noticed the canid in distance as well, he stopped panting as well he stopped moving. His gaze was fixed on the shepherd, his sharp ears were locked on top as his tail rose up in dominant way. More like, he was about to defend his non-existing territory. But his job was to defend his owner, Chris. In all conditions - he will defend her until he takes his last breath.

"Milo, come on." whispering to BM, he quickly lowered his frame and trotted towards Chris, his ears fell down at the time they walked, but her gaze was locked on the moving guy and his gun. He might be threatening.