forum Apocalypse RP {finally starting back up}

Started June 15, 2018 by @Poppy

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"Ohh, we have brushes and showers here." She tells Livia,"And an entire store filled with make-up. All the girls use it."

“What’s make up?” She asked tilting her head to the side

"Makeup?" Livia asked, "I've always wanted to try it. Oooh, especially eyeliner."

"I've used make up before. It's annoying. Basically, you put paste all over your face and people think you look pretty." Melody made a face.

"Some ancient device that was probably originally used for torture, but now the girls use it whenever we run out of popcorn or chocolate," Hannah tells her.

"No one judges based on looks here. Well, maybe the guard the works at the library, but everyone else is more focused on just finding a mate. I'm sure "pretty" died out a long time ago." Hannah tells Melody.

"Do you think…? I could possibly get my hands on some?" Livia asked shyly, "I've never used it before."

Jacob finished talking with a guard about their situation, walking over to the others. Over hearing the conversation, he added, "Make-up? That is your worry right now? The Affected aren't acting right. Also, we need to get back out there." He looks to Livia. "Don't tell me you want to stay here? This is just another isolation base for people who don't give a shit about us. If we want the cure, we can't just hide out here."

"Well, it's a good idea to stay a while and get more supplies. I mean, we don't want to starve to death, do we?" Melody asked sarcastically.

Alex had just made her base not too far from where the roamers and survivors were. Of course, she didn't know. She was a loner and she was kind of glad. The only company was herself, but having no one around made her faster.

Jordan could sense rather than feel bodies walking past him. He tried vainly to move again but he could.

Fawn sat in the schoolhouse, alone. The wave was still going on, and most were hiding in bed. It was 9:02 in the morning, the wave would end at noon. But it seemed different. Fawn walked to the old chalkboards, staring down the long line of stools and tables. It used to be an athletic store, but after 10 years of the refuge being in place, they decided a school would be appropriate. Fawn went here, when she was little. She remembered her old teacher, Mrs. Rye, her soft-scented perfume that would flood the children's noses. Fawn pictured herself as a teacher, having her own scent that calmed the children. She picked up a stick of chalk, and started to trace a design. She drew the outside world, or a least what she thought it looked like from the pictures in the history books. She was born into this life, without adventure or even a choice.

"Of course, we always get supplies when the waves are over, I guess that means we have to go." Hannah sighs. She pulls out her pistol and goes to the front of the mall, where Tom, Barron, and a couple other guards are already standing, waiting for the team to leave so they could close the gates. "If the Romers want to leave, you let them. But you let them back in if they come back, understand?" Hannah orders.
"Yes, Hannah," Barron says gruffly as she takes the first steps outside.

"Hannah!" Barron calls after her. She turns around to face him.
"Yeah?" She asks.
"Get back here before dusk, we need you for testing." He orders. Hannah sighs and blows a few stray wisps of hair out of her view.
"Okay." She sighs before muttering,"Can't we give it a rest, though?" Letting out a low whistle, her black and white cat, Peanut, runs out of the mall and up to her side. "Stick close." She tells her,"Meow if you see anything." He meows in understanding. "Good." She mutters, hefting her bag up on her shoulder, "You guys want to come with?" She calls to the Romers.

(Sorry guys, I’ve been getting application errors for two days now, and this is the first the site has worked for me since my last post.)
Livia just about snapped at Jacob, but she took a deep breath.
“I didn’t say I wanted to stay here. I’ve still got a cause, but there’s no reason I can’t have a little fun while we’re here. Besides, we all know this group would fall apart without me. Well… not just me, but any of us.”

"Go out there now, and you'll all die. The Wave is still going on. It will be over in an hour, and that is when I'm leaving. With or without you." Jacob looks Livia in the eye, directing the comment to her. He stares at the screen for an instant, before looking away in disgust.

Hannah waits in the hall patiently with Peanut as the last hour slowly ticks by. "Ugh." She groans,"I wish we could just go now, huh Peanut." Peanut meows in agreement and Hannah checks for the fourth time that she has enough bullets.

Jacob walks towards Hannah, sneering, "You afraid of those bastards?" He looks through the doors, the barrier between them and the Affected. "You seem anxious. Why?"

Hannah bursts up. "I'm not afraid of them!" She yells,"If anything, they're scared of me!" Realizing too late what she had done, she slaps a hand over her mouth and even Peanut stops meowing.

"Easy there, lady. Have you ever been attacked by one? Because they feel no fear, no guilt, no anger. Nothing. They are lifeless bodies with no emotions, or even souls left in them. I will give you a word of advice. Don't think before killing an Affected. Don't let your mind get in the way. You're stupid if you think for one second those bastards feel any grief about killing you." Jacob walks to a guard. "I need my pack." "Sir, you have been on the Outside for a while, and we need to decontaminate your belongings." "I need my pack." Jacob repeats to the guard. The guard shakes his head, and Jacob shoves him to the wall, slipping through to the security room. He chases after him. Jacob rummages through the storage for his items. "Sir, stand back." The guard stands behind him, with a gun drawn to his back.