forum Apocalypse rp anyone?

Started September 24, 2018 by @MusicElle-is-here

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Idiot, he thought to himself. He spun around leveling the gun in the direction of the voice. You got caught up in sentimentality and now someone got the drop on you.

Enyln narrowed her eyes, respond. say something. she didn't. Instead she pushed herself into the shadows. The ones she'd yet to check. Something flesh like grabbed for her. A low groan escaping its- the zombies lips. Enyln pulled back stifling a scream. She let her arrow lose. It plunging its self deep with in the zombies head.

Wolf hurried towards the sound, seeing Enlyn at last. "Are you okay?" he asked, seeing the zombie. He knew that if anyone else was in the area they could probably hear everything since Wolf had stopped trying to be quiet.

Dennis look back at the ambulance I'll be back. he thought before moving towards the noise. He held his gun ready to protect himself.

Enyln snapped around another arrow already knocked, "s-stay back." She demanded. Her eyes narrowed but she was shaking. "Don't touch me." Her voice was hard and the only thing that didn't shake where her hands. The bow steady.

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Wolf held up his hands, the gun still in his right hand. “Whoa, Whoa, Whoa,” He breathed. “I’m not here to hurt you. I was trying to help.” He smirked ruefully as he saw the dead zombie. “Though I guess you don’t need much of that.”

Enyln let out a shaky breath, "no. I don't." She'd never needed help. She'd always been there for herself- and at one point her brothers. But things had changed. Agents her better judgement she lowered her bow. even ground. she thought, don't become a threat.

Name: Ava Larkin
Age: 17
Gender: female
Sexuality: lesbian
Appearance: https://pin.it/vc7qg3q2cm346a
Personality: very snappy and has a lot of attitude. She likes to be alone but if she knows that she needs help she’ll try her best to kiss up to people.
Backstory: she was in foster care her whole life. She was a troubled kid so she would always jump from house to house.
Weapons (how do they defend themself?): she has a pocket knife and a small gun. She’s teally good at making traps so she tells on that.

Wolf relaxed a little. “The name’s Wolf,” he said. “And you are?”

"Enyln. Enyln west." Saying her last name was pointless. But it was a part of her. It was the only thing that tied her to her family still.

People, Dennis thought, People are sometimes worse than the dead. He looked to make a quiet escape but there was no way he was getting out of her unseen or unheard. Better just get ahead of it, He called out "Hey over there, is everyone all right?"

He nodded. “Nice name,” he replied. “So, are you traveling by yourself? I know this is pretty obvious, but there’s a ton of zombies and you could get killed in your sleep or something. God that’s morbid. Sorry.” He wasn’t good at conversation, and he knew it showed.

He turned towards the (somewhat familiar?) voice. “Yeah we’re fine,” he called.

Enyln nodded her head then jumped at the sound of another voice. Her bow was back up and she spun turning it on the new person. its a trap. panic engulfed her once more.

(Yeah familiar)
Dennis moved out from his spot, "Thats good," He said wile lowering the gun, "Not to many people left would hate to lose any of the few survivors." Then he saw the arrow pointed at him, "Whoa whoa whoa, slow down there. I'm a medic and I don't mean to cause any harm."

“Yeah,” Wolf replied, scrunching his nose up in confusion, trying to place the guy in front of him. He seemed familiar, but Wolf couldn’t quite recall from where. Maybe school? Everything before the zombie epidemic felt like a strange dream. “Have we met before?”

"You could be lying." She called not lowering her bow. Enyln knew thus guy. At least in a way of speaking. She'd watched him. (I'm so sorry my child is praticly a stalker) as she had with others. She'd even watched some die, just because she didn't step in.

(Wait who was she stalking)

"Not lying," He held his hands up, "Literally trained from before the outbreak." I hate people. "And I was just worried someone was hurt."

(Dennis.)
"Well I mean there's lots of people that are hurt." Enyln Lowe's her bow slightly. don't be a threat.

(Oh, that could be a fun development latter if he finds out.)

"Really?" He said wile lowing his hands. "You better point me in their direction," the sarcasm was clearly apparent, "Most people I see now a days are dead and not just on the inside."

Enyln sighed lowering her bow completely. "Not here. That's for sure." her voice picking up poision. She wished she hadn't come. This whole interaction was trying her out. watching is easier then actually talking.

Dennis looked at the girl then looked over at the other person and had to do a double take, "Wolf?"

“Yes?” He asked, confused. So he did know this guy. He studied the boy, trying to remember his name. Something with a D…Decker? That didn’t sound right. Dylan? No. Declan? No.