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

[Slough Creek]

Hey, guys, I am going to have to go on a hiatus for a while. A lot is going on right now and I dont have time. I will come back at some point.))

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{Alrighty no worries.}

[Luna FreeFaller]

Yo, last time I'll need to be skipped, I get off school tomorrow!))

[Stuck in Limbo]

Bump?

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Hopefully one of the others post? If not we may need to go ahead.

[Killjoy.]

 [Is it too late to join? Or could I jump in?
It's okay if I'm declined, you guys ARE 95 pages in.. xD]

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Sure you may, we're always accepting!

[Killjoy.]

"The future's too bright to dwell on the fast. Life's fast, run faster."

Name: Quinn Elrikson
Age: 26 Years Old
Gender: Male

Personality: A natural goofball and youthful at heart. While doubting sometimes, Quinn tries to be optomistic most of the time. Quinn, while a bit socially awkward, will always try to be himself and make friends rather than enemies. His tough, more masculine side tries to be daring and protect everyone at all costs.

History: Used to work at a Pawn shop as a side job and as a hobby, was in a small band that played in Bars and Grill's on the weekend. His main job was as an engineer, mostly fixing gas station pumps, vending machines, and some basic car problems. Quinn, before the epidemic, lived alone, except his dog, Sweet Pea.

Weapon(s): A Shotgun with several rounds left, dual magnum pistols, and a kitchen knife.

Companion(Dog): Sweet Pea, almost elderly (last years as an adult) greyhound.


Other: Has a Jersey accent (talks with his hands a lot.)
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[Killjoy.]

"The future's too bright to dwell on the fast. Life's fast, run faster."

"C'mon, Sweet Pea!" Quinn's voice called out to the elderly greyhound in a hushed manner; the hound was too busy sticking her nose into a tipped over garbage can, checking it's contents. With a soft chuff, the greyhound disreguarded the trash and trotted over to her master's side. Quinn's hazel eyes scanned the parking lot of the Automotive Shop, 'Adam's Automotive Repair Service' was in big, bold letters- now, faded and the 'M' in 'Adam' was about to take a dive to the floor.

The street seemed eeriely silent the past few days, and Quinn had hoped that it was a good sign. Hopefully, a huge wave wasnt wafting around the corner. His food supply was running dry, and his dual handguns had currently no ammo. Thank the heavens for his shotgun and kitchen knife, for Quinn and Sweet Pea would be better off dead than without weaponry. Reclining into a plastic chair, Quinn kicked his feet up and rested them on the lazy body of Sweet Pea, who was scoffing down the remaints of his lunch; a penut butter and jelly sandwich.

Tilting his head back a bit, Quinn decided that getting some shut-eye while Sweet Pea was alert and active would be a good idea. However, the greyhound was suddenly up from under his feet, and now pacing back and forth, ears perked upright. "Oh no-" Quinn muttered out, his hazel eyes glancing about the street. There were no signs of the undead. Sweet Pea's demeanor proved otherwise. Furrowing his eyebrows, Quinn got out of his seat, grabbed his gear, which was in a black and red backpack, and walked to the sidewalk.

Peering around the corner with curious hazel green eyes, Quinn noticed a wave of about ten or so undead. Gulping heavily, Quinn waved Sweet Pea over with waving hands. There was a clear sidewalk, blocked off mostly with cars. If Sweet Pea and Quinn were silent, they could make a break down the sidewalk, into an alleyway, and maybe up a fire escape into a abandoned apartment complex if lucky.

[Killjoy.]

[Could someone tell me where your characters are, how I could come into contact with them somehow? Like, run into them? Also, a quick recap would be nice, but not necessary.]