forum Pet Zombie???? Closed //stalkers welcome//

Started April 18, 2022 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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Clovis’ eyes settle on a cut two or three inches long across the right side of her cheekbone.
Nothing very serious. I should redress Onyx’s chest though.
He gives an understand nod, “Ah, we have a bit of supplies, but If you have any gauze wrap we could use that would be amazing.” He turns to Onyx, “Hey, let’s go ahead and redress your wound.” He softly suggests, brushing off Onyx’s shoulder.
Onyx nods, slipping off his little knapsack and utility belt.
Clovis turns back to Jesse while Onyx removes his belt and oversized shirt.
Did she have a group or family with her?
His heart sinks, his eyebrows drawing together. The apocalypse may have been a few months old, but to Clovis it was still devastating how many people everyone had lost. How much they’d gone through. Although he didn’t know Jesse, it was almost inevitable that there was something she’d lost. He swallows, approaching her to retrieve the gauze.
Onyx stands by the door, shirt off now. The middle of his skinny torso is wrapped over thoroughly, the left side being a faded, rusty red from soaked through blood. He stands completely still, waiting for Clovis to return to him so he didn’t have to walk over the minefield of the junk on the floor.
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David gives a quick sigh of relief, lowering his arms finally. “Fine by me.” He mumbles, hoping she would leave quickly.
Ryder gives her a nod, “‘ppreciate it,” He loops Gabriel’s leash around his waist and bends down, picking up his knife. “But if you ask me, you’re much better off with numbers.” He slips his knife into its place on his belt, looking back to her.
David furrows his brow, parting his lips just a little as if he wanted to say something but had decided not to.
No, Ryder, nooo. C’mon, let her leave!
Ryder doesn’t bother looking back to David before continuing, “we’re heading east of here, where we’re hoping to find supplies or survivors. Which way did you come from?”

She stepped back from Ryder, still very much wary of the zombie he seemed to tote around like some kind of fucked up dog. But then Frenchie thought for a minute. Where had she come from? Damn her and her awful memory. "The west. I'm actually heading out towards the east but not to find others quite the same as you two. I was planning to head out in the morning since I've already been in this city for two weeks. I've wasted enough time, I need to keep moving."

She sighed heavily, pulling her hair out of its ponytail to give her scalp some relief. "Only problem is the woods out east are dense and there's a hoarde out there that you'll have to break through in order to make any kind of progress. Which is why I've been stalling considering I barely managed to get here with my life intact."

David opens his mouth to speak, but Ryder beats him to it, “We’re heading out in the morning too. It probably in everyone’s best interest if we stayed together at least till we break through the horde, right?”
He looks to David, who rolls his eyes.
Good lord, I hate him.
“Yeah. Yes, fine.” He flippantly agrees, waving a hand and avoiding eye contact. He was in no position to say no, since he knew that otherwise it would be Ryder getting him and Gabriel through the horde by himself. David wasn’t going to be much of a help, besides with a little bit of strategy.
Ryder beams, looking back to Frenchie. He was obviously happy to just another alive human with them, since he didn’t get along the best with David and Gabriel was literally dead. Or a zombie. There wasn’t much of a difference.
Gabriel slumps against Ryder, clawing in vain at his arm, relentlessly rubbing his muzzle over his skin as he tries to bite him. Ryder pays him no mind.

Frenchie shot a glare at David. What was this dude's problem? "Y'know, for someone who was pissing himself in fear five minutes ago, you sure have a lot of attitude." She flipped her knife a couple of times, contemplating throwing it just to see him squirm again. Maybe it would put his smart mouth in check. Not like she was one to talk with a nasty tongue herself but at least she knew when not to give lip to someone who had her begging for her life just a few minutes ago.

She then turned to Ryder, still very much wary of the two but at least he didn't have an attitude. "So does your little…whatever the hell he is have a name? Do either of you?"

With the mention of Gabriel, Ryder beams. “This is Gabriel! Or Vamp, he doesn’t really mind.” He looks down to Gabriel and ruffles his hair as Gabriel a turns, deciding he was done with Ryder and taking an unsteady step towards Frenchie. Ryder pushes him back again, keeping an arm in front of him. “I’m Ryder, you are?”
David scrunches his face up, irritated with the interaction in general. He wasn’t a fan of having someone who threatened his life a minute ago sticking around. He’d have to live with it for a little bit though.
He rolls his eyes when Ryder introduces Gabriel, turning around and dusting himself off.
I can’t believe he still holds onto that corpse like a pet. We only really need it for testing, it doesn’t need so much attention and feeding and, He glances over his shoulder, petting?
He looks back to his notebook, slipping it into his backpack.
Whatever, at least we have muscle to get us through that horde.

Frenchie scoffed at David's disregard of her. I should shank him just for the attitude. But she turned back to Ryder with a half smile. "Name's Francesca. Call me Frenchie. And does Mr. Attitude over here also have a name? Or can I just call you whatever seems appropriate? Cause I don't think you'll like what I have in mind."

She understood not wanting to treat a zombie like a beloved pet but at this point he was just being sour about everything and it was seriously starting to get on Frenchie's nerves.

(A few hours in real time. Like 3 or so. So Jax was out for few hours then woke up)

(so next time you would like to do a time skip of any sorts please talk to me and the rest of the group about it before you do so, because we're trying to keep everybody's characters on the same timeline because its much easier to roleplay like that. You're fine with this one so don't worry about it, but next time if you want to, you can go ahead and talk to me and everyone else to see if they're all okay with a time skip :)

(Isn’t David just so much fun :’))
Ryder gives a half chuckle, glancing over to David before looking back to Frenchie. “No, heh, he’s David but I just call ‘em asshole half the time.”
David turns, hands on his hips to glare. “Doctor Hillspeed to you. I wont catch either of you figuring out what the hell is going on here through science or tests, will I?” He snaps.
Ryder is unfazed, still holding Gabriel back, “nah, you’ll catch me figuring things out by plowing through those zombies and finding other survivors. And I’m sure I could do your fancy math, it doesn’t look to complicated.” He turns, walking to the far side of the room and tying Gabriel to a supporting post for Frenchies comfort. Usually when it was just him and David they’d let him sit around loose, since he would stay close by to try to eat them.
David rolls his eyes, “yeah right, you can’t even count past twenty.” He turns as well, kneeling beside his backpack, unzipping it to pull out something to eat.
“Are you hungry, miss Francesca? Or do you survive off of pure spite?” He asks, glaring at her over his shoulder.
Ryder ruffles Gabriel’s hair as he walks away from him and towards Frenchie again.
What the heck man? Stop being salty, it’s the apocalypse. People are going to not trust you when they see you.

"Oh you'd certainly prefer if I did, wouldn't you." She raised an eyebrow at David, fully willing to match his energy if he was going to be like this. She dropped her bag on the floor, making herself comfortable next to it. "I've got my own stuff, thanks."

She bug through her overstuffed backpack, one that was dark purple and starting to wear in spots, until she eventually found a couple of protein bars in one of the inside pockets. Her stomach growled at the sight of them, when was the last time she'd taken a food break?

Cass had made a sort of tomato soup by the time Jax had woken up. Ophelia had decided to take a nap as well, having settled herself in their room and was fast asleep already. It was mid boggling how often that child could sleep. He scoops the soup into a small plastic bowl, one of a set he's held onto for a little while now.
Cassius makes his way into the living room with the bowl the soup in his hands. "Glad to see you're not a zombie" he jokes, though there was still a twinge of worry in his voice as he stops in front of the couch. He didn't want to say anything else in fear of overwhelming him so he sets the bowl on the end table along with a glass of water he had set down earlier for when he woke up.
"ill leave this for you right here and you can get it whenever you would like. It's tomato soup" he says softly. He was personally excited to eat it since it was probably the most yummy thing he had around here.
"do you like basil? i grow plenty out back so i could add some of that to it if you'd like?" Cass offers, trying not to say too much for him to take in.
Though he also wanted to let him know that it was pretty hot and he might want to wait for a little bit before eating it.
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Jesse watches Clovis and Onyx, looking Onyx over to see how severe the wound was. How bad was it? What had happened? The poor kid was blind and had a wound that big?
Though she had no idea how big it actually was, she figured with the much being wrapped it was bad.
She pulls out a thick roll of gauze from the kit, pulling it out with a little bit of struggle as she had jammed it in there. She holds it out to Clovis "what happened?" she asks cautiously. Her tone wasn't the softest and honestly it sounds a bit rude but she was genuinely concerned.

David pulls a can of vegetable soup from his large cargo backpack, getting out his multi tool pocket knife and opening the can, giving up the conversation. She’d come in handy the next day or two while they worked through the horde, then they could split. And as of now he was looking forward to it.
Ryder watches them pulls out their little meals, knowing David would only take a few bites of the soup before saving the rest. He turns back to Gabriel who groaned over in the corner, doing his best to crawl towards them. He smiles, bending down and retrieving the jar he’d put down Gabriel’s sweater before he had approached Frenchie. “You hungry, big guy?”
Per usual, Gabriel leans forward to go at Ryder’s arm again as Ryder unscrews the lid of the black jar. “Want something to eat?” He sets down the open jar, standing and pulling Gabriel’s arms behind his back and zip tying them together.
He gives his back a pat, walking back around to spill out a small pile of fresh guts from the jar, slime and blood oozing off of them. Immediately drawn by the smell of blood, Gabriel turns to the guts and Ryder undoes the back of his muzzle, leaving him to eat away at the small pile. Ryder dusts his hands off, looking at the muzzle full of saliva.
That’s… gross but go at it.
David does his best to not look, but the sound of Gabriel eating in the far corner still made him lose his appetite.
Dang it, that’s disgusting, Ryder!
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Clovis accepts the roll of gauze, looking back to Onyx. “Ahm, he‘ll be alright, don’t worry about it.” He says, not necessarily sternly, but you could tell he was still wary of her. The less she knew about Onyx at least, the better. He walks back to Onyx, pulling a cloth, his water and a cream from his knapsack. He kneels beside the kid, gently unwrapping the gauze that was stuck to his pale body with the thick, dry blood. Onyx gives a little bit of a wince as the bandage directly over the wound is pulled off, but nothing more. A gash, about an inch wide in the thickest area, stretches from his stomach area to underneath his left armpit. It’s can’t be deeper than an inch, but it must be fairly fresh because it still is wet with thick, dark blood. Across his back are a few small cuts, like from that of a barbed wire fence. Clovis dumps just a small amount of water from their water bottle onto a cloth, dapping the wound carefully with concentration.
Onyx stands perfectly still, not reacting to the touch at all. If his hands weren’t covered in dirt and germs, he’d have half a mind to run his fingers through the cut to feel it. It wasn’t everyday you had an 8 inch gash across your torso.

(I drew Jax :) https://pin.it/2YFZbmm. Celeste, would you let him in your home?)

(No I love him, this drawing is amazing 🥺)

Frenchie gagged at the scent of blood and rotting organs, clapping her hand over her mouth so she wouldn't puke. "Warn a girl before you feed your dog, man." She mumbled through clenched teeth, just breathing through it.

After all her time in the wastelands, you'd think Frenchie would be used to the smell of rotting meat and blood. Nope, she never was. Just the thought of it made her stomach roll, smelling it was worse but she knew if she looked then she would really lose her lunch. And right now, she really couldn't afford that.

(I drew Jax :) https://pin.it/2YFZbmm. Celeste, would you let him in your home?)

(i dont think id let any random man into my home but i still love him so much XDD)
(also i love your art its so cute TT^TT)

(Understandable lol. Also thank you)

Jax sat up, still dazed from the little sleep in the minutes his nightmare had raged on. He tried his hardest to relax, but he'd been having nightmares since he was twelve. There is nothing new here. His face contorted as the smell of tomato soup wafted over to him. He despised the acidic odor of mashed tomatoes that had been reduced to a thick soup. He brushed his hair back, a few strands falling in his face, as he heard Cass' heavy footsteps disturb the wooden floor. "I'm not joining the ranks of the dead just yet." He sneezed. "Unless I can have a zombie puppy (Kinda want to give him a puppy friend).” Jax brushed aside the worry in his voice, wondering how long he would be—under quarantine. He didn't like tomatoes, but the soup would have to suffice. He let out a sigh. "Hey, you never told me your name."

In response to the basil question, Jax nodded. He was itching to get off the couch and do some things outside. "Doesn't it seem like it's still raining?" He sighed. His dislike of rain was a different story. While recuperating on the couch in a warm home, there was nothing to do. He had the idea to do a second log for today, but it was still early in the evening. That would have to be postponed. "May I have my bag as well? Perhaps you'll find something useful in it." Jax had adapted to fighting hordes of Zombies rather than waiting for the rain to trickle away.