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

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

Kennedy-Leigh McCally

It had been an hour or so since the young woman had fell asleep and now she was slowly waking. Slowly opening her eyes everything in the room seemed a little blurred for a few seconds but then everything quickly cleared up. Pulling her hand from her chest Kennedy placed it over her mouth and allowed a yawn to exit her mouth and a quick rub to her eyes. Lazily pushing herself up from the bed she examined what was going on in the room: Tonx was still resting like earlier which was nice to see she could do with some rest to help regain her strength and maybe give the pills time too kick in - if she had taken them that is. Her eyes then rested upon Clark, who seemed to be drinking again, this caused Kennedy to let out a sigh sure she had been rather helpful and reassuring lately but she was doing so well without the drinking until now, she guessed it was hard with being an alcoholic but it would have been nice to see Clark sober for a while longer. Brushing it off Kennedy then glanced at Donald who was sitting glaring out of the window, he seemed to be watching the outdoors and would examine the room from time to time. But there was no sign of Alexander, maybe he was still looking for the generator? If he was gone for more than half and hour more she would go and make sure he was al right, not that he was incapable of doing things on his own just they were in new surroundings and there could be anything lurking here.

Placing her hands on the white mattress the blonde woman pushed herself up from the bed and looked around the room once more, everything seemed calm and quiet since she had been asleep which was a good thing. Sighing she ran her hand through her hair and watched as Meg, Hunter and Alma bounced around the room pawing at one another and playfully fighting. Chuckling the young woman soon glanced at the Retriever who had woke 10 minutes later than she did, and the small amount of care she had received did make her look a lot better. Moving around the few beds Kennedy headed towards the black dog - petting the three as she passed them on her way. The hard soul of her black Air Max thumped against the ground as she headed towards the weak dog. Once arriving by her side Kennedy slowly dropped to the ground onto her knees at the dogs side, taking slow motions in order not to startle the canine. The dog now seemed a lot more calm and a lot more friendly than she previously did. Smiling, the 23-year old petted the dogs side gently and rubbed her head, in order to help the dog to be able to stand Kennedy began massaging her legs.

[Stuck in Limbo]

[Luna FreeFaller]

[Jane-Doe]

Alexander Thaddeus Way

"We will fight or we will die either way the enemy will fear us today."

Trooper sat beside his master, who seemed to be steadily working to bring the generator to life. The electrical room had plenty of boxes with wires, large outlets, and two large red generators at the far corner of the room. There was blood on the floor near the other end of the room, which was a bit unsettling, but Alexander made no comment about it. After switching on the generators, a sputtering sound errupted. Alexander stepped back as the engine hummed to life- but the sound was very weak. It must be in need of more gas, but alas, it was running for the time being. The lights overhead were dim, but they were alive and glowing weakly.

At the sound of Donald's voice calling out to him, Alexander turned briefly, rubbing his grease stained hands onto his black tank, and giving a brief wave. "Yeah? What can I do for you?" Alexander questioned, not really knowing what to make of Donald. He was a friend? Boyfriend? Family Member? Of Clark. He didn't know the details. Alex wasn't exactly wary of him, but he wasnt fully trusting just yet. However, despite his paranoia, Donald seemed like a pretty good guy- and it was nice to have another guy in the group. Not that he was complaining that he was in a group full of girls..

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

Kennedy-Leigh McCally

Kennedy continued to brush her hand across the dogs smooth fur, since its bath earlier its coat -obviously- appeared a lot cleaner and certainly looked and smelt a lot better - although she still felt sympathy for the black dog, she was on the brink of death when they found her but luckily they came in time or she would have been a goner and more than likely zombie meat sooner or later. Despite the tough situation and the struggle this dog had been in her temperament was lovely and she could see this canid would be a great companion for Tonx. The black canine let out a quiet yip and lifted to its haunches, its tail weakly wagging but it seemed to have picked up a bit. Smiling at the youngish a chuckle soon escaped past the woman's lips when she felt something warn and wet brush past her cheek - turning, she noticed the black Retriever with its head lifted and its tongue hanging out the side of its may. Since having a bath it was obvious the dog was a cross breed, and by the looks of things it was crossed with a bored collie - another breed Kennedy loved greatly.

Hearing the sound of heavy footsteps Kennedy turned her head to see where the source of noise was coming from, quietly she watched as Donald exited the room - probably going to help Alexander. Clark still slouched against a wall sipping her whiskey and Tonx was slowly heading Kennedy's way. Smiling the 23-year old nodded her head as she watched Tonx lower herself to the ground and pat the dog - then asking a question. "Yeah, she's going to be just fine - it's only been a few hours and she's already looking better" Kennedy reassured. Tonxs' face seemed to light up a little when she was by the dogs side, although it was still somewhat obvious she was worried about Alexander, but with Donald heading down to help him it was a little more reassuring he was al right. Taking a look at the door for a moment her attention then turned onto the black dog that had now moved towards Tonx with it's tail wagging and it's tongue out - lifting a paw and placing it on one of the woman's arms. Smiling she looked at Tonx "She seem's to like you, maybe you should give her a name?" Ken questioned, she did rescue this dog so Tonx would have a companion and a protector just like the rest of them.

Seeing Tonx's head jerk forward Kennedy narrowed her eyes and watched as a roll of bandages rolled across the ground, turning around she noticed Clark had thrown them and was now stumbling towards them with a first aid kit - although she knew she didn't really know what she was doing because of the amount of alcohol intake Ken still gave the woman a disapproving look. It would be nice for the woman to drink less, but again Kennedy knew it would be difficult as she had a drinking problem but it would hurt to try right? However, the blonde wasn't going to question Clark whilst she was intoxicated, she would simply wait until the woman was sober then she would offer her some help to stop. For the time being she would have to wait, turning to Tonx she sighed "Sorry" she spoke, even though it wasn't her it was clear Clark hadn't said it so Kennedy said it. Hearing Clarks question she turned. "Nope, I met Tonx and Alexander together. I was battling with a large group of about 15 zombies and they must have heard the commotion and came to help. Ever since we've been a close group." she smiled then looked at Tonx "How did you and Alexander meet?" she question, ever since meeting these two this was a question she had never asked, but since they were on the subject she guessed it would be al right to.

[Stuck in Limbo]

[Luna FreeFaller]

[~|Cookie|~]

Chance Gray
"There's no turning back now..."

Chance stood silently in an old warehouse, her gaze constantly staring out the window towards the hospital right there. She'd noticed movement in there. She'd figured they were just zombies but is now thinking they are survivors. Her pistol was in the holster which was wrapped around her right thigh. She was wearing shorts then and a button up shirt. Her knife was in a bag she had over her shoulder and across her body. Destiny was sitting beside her, sensing her tension she guessed. Chance sighed heavily and made her way out of the building, and quietly across the street. She opened the door to the hospital and cursed silently listening to the squeky sound it made. She wandered in, followed by Destiny and looked around. It was empty. She'd been here before, before the apocalypse. She walked to the stairs, her gun now in hand and wondered up a few flights of stairs. She wasn't sure what floor but she continued to walk along the halls. She heard sounds coming from one particular room. She entered quietly and noticed two guys standing in the room. She backed out of the room, but ended up stepping on something, she wasn't sure exactly what, but it made a loud clanging sound. She jumped out of the room and backed into the hallway, her back against the wall beside the door to see if anyone would come out, she hoped they wouldn't.
 
This sucked but er yeah. cx))

[Jane-Doe]

Alexander Thaddeus Way

"We will fight or we will die either way the enemy will fear us today."

Alexander laughs, giving a shrug of his broad shoulders. "Just by chance really. No fantastic tale, or anything of the sorts. I take it you and Clark are together.. or?" The brute said with a small chuckle, it wasnt natural- for him to warm up to someone so quickly. Maybe it was just that he was thankful for a guy friend to hang out with. Trooper suddenly perked upright, and soon a clanging noise followed.

Alexander arched an eyebrow. Was it Tonx? Kennedy? Clark? Or maybe a biter? His hunting knife was out and his muscles tensed slightly. The lad's silvery green eyes flickered towards the entry in which the sound came from. He made his way forward, quickly, but still a bit cautious. "Anyone there?" He questioned lowly. If it was a biter, a series of hisses and growls would escape- but nothing of the sorts happened..?

[~|Cookie|~]

On my phone))

Chance held her her breath, her hand tightening on the handle of her gun. She stepped into the door way and pointed it at the guy. "Who are you two?" She questioned. Her body was rather tense and her mind was whirling with thoughts. She couldn't take on both but it didn't matter. She had no plans to shoot anybody.

[Writers block. x.x]