forum There are Eyes Everywhere //Large apocalyptic group roleplay //OPEN//

Started December 12, 2023 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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Min-Hyuk pauses, his eyes latching onto a shiny object he spots in the corner of his eye. While the man closest to him spoke, he leans over and grabs the object. A pen.
He starts to take it apart, unscrewing the tip and letting the spring fall out. The rest of the pen clatters to the floor as he shakily pulls the thin metal apart, straightening the spring.
While the men talk, he listens intently, hyper aware of his surroundings as panic fills his mind. The longer this took, the more his anxiety grew. He was never going to get out of these cuffs. He was going to get caught and brought to jail. Where he belonged.

Having little to no luck, Min-Hyuk continues to subtly try and get the cuffs off from around his wrists, the metal irritating and scraping against the thin skin of his wrists as he wedges the straightened pen spring around in the lock hole. Wiggling it from side to side, he observes the two men, noticing one of them was badly injured and exhausted from the looks of it. Had he just survived an attack from one of those crazy's like he had? Though it looked as if this man was significantly unluckier than Min had been with his attack.
He steps back when the other boy comes into sight, finally being able to put a face to the voice he had heard from earlier.
So they do know each other?" He thinks to himself as he watches the interaction quietly, confused.
"Hell no" he states in reaction to the newer mans question. "not until you tell me what happened?" he orders the injured man, still trying to get the cuffs off. He didn't know where this guy had come from or if he was injured for a reason. Maybe he was dangerous and he was attempting to appear to be in a weaker state than he really was in an attempt at manipulation. Taking advantage of someone in a state of panic. And it seemed to be working for the boys who looked to be too nice for his own good.
But then again, was Min-Hyuk being too cold? Too paranoid?
No. From what he just had to fight off, the pit in his stomach told him that this world wasn't for the weak or the kind. It was for the strong and the unsympathetic.

The rattle of the large wheels on the dirt road fill the air in the rv as she presses hard on the gas. She looks back at her truck parked in front of where the rv used to be with a tinge of grief, not wanting to have left her truck back there. Watching as bullets fly through the air and into the metal of her beloved truck, she lets out a heavy sigh before returning her eyes back to the road.
Her hand pulls itself instinctively up to her mouth as she coughs, blood dripping off her tongue and through her fingers. "shit" she curses, her eyes watering and her vision fading in and out as she drives, looking back to the dog sitting on the bed every few minutes.
Soon she reaches a small neighborhood that didn't look too occupied at the moment. The absence of cars or much sound quickly showed her that as she makes her way down the road. Deciding she had gone deep enough into the neighborhood for anyone who was looking to find her, she stops a ways away from a house with a singular car parked out front. Being about a block away, she squints to see what was happening. Was someone there? Could they help?

Screams and cries of what seemed to be a small child could be heard from within the house, doors slamming and yelling filling the air. Jesse turns off the rv, pulling the key from the ignition so she wouldn't attract any unwanted attention as she looks out the window and into the house window.
Spotting two large men dragging a small girl up the stairs, she decides she's seen enough.
Jesse weakly slips out of the seat, stumbling around her small kitchen for her first aid kit and yanking it down to the floor to patch herself up. For now she would only be able to stop the bleeding. And that would have to be enough for now.

Jesse sits on the counter with her shirt next to her as she wraps her shoulder in gauze and medical tape, wincing in pain whenever she moved it, the bullet in her shoulder shifting in her torn muscle with every movement. She shoves a handful of crackers into her mouth, crumbs messily falling down onto her lap as she does so, needing some sort of food in her system to keep her from passing out.
Slipping her shirt back on, she looks out the window to see two more of those undead beings making their way up to the door. She figured the screams had attracted them.
Grabbing the sniper rifle from earlier, she opens the latch that lead to the top of the RV, climbing up on top of the vehicle and aiming at the door, waiting to see who would answer the flesh eating animals.

Jaspers's head shot up as soon as she heard the pounding on the doors and the familiar growling from the monster earlier. she tried to make herself as small as possible, and maybe they wouldn't notice her. Of course, that was if they got in the house.
They didn't, the window slid open, and a bullet was fired at every zombie. They went down with two thuds. The gun had a silencer on it, so it wouldn't alert other zombies to their location. Then, the door opened and a burly man wearing a black beanie and a flannel stepped out. He picked up the corpses and moved to bring them inside.
Once he was inside, the door was shut. The window shut as well.
Jasper flinched when she heard the two thuds, and she just held herself.

Jesse's caramel eyes focus on the men as they drag the bodies outside, waiting for the opportune moment. She didn't want to shoot them immediately, wanting to see what they had to offer. What she could gain from them.
Jesse was no stranger of taking advantage of people, in fact it was quite the opposite. Its what she does for a living. Well…its what she did for a living. Assuming the world has gone to shit, she could only assume she wouldn't get any more bounties. She still had her burner phone in tact, and her personal cell on her person as well, so there was still a chance. But for now, she needed to focus on what's in front of her.
Weapons, food, ammo, and possibly more awaited for her inside of this house.
She curses to herself for not shooting when she had the chance before they shut the door. Though she didn't know how many men were in there so she needed to be cautious.
Her moment arises as she watched one of the men close the window. She had to be precise shooting through a window, but she could make it work.
Aiming for the head, raising her chances of shooting him in the chest, she grips the trigger hard.
With a loud BOOM the gunpowder explodes, shooting the tip of the sniper's bullet soaring through the air and into the window. Slightly miscalculating her shot, the bullet tears through the man's throat as he drops to the ground, choking on his own blood.
And with that, she slides back into the RV. Setting the rifle down on the counter, she picks up her machete and adjusts the pistol on her belt before making her way towards the house on foot. She ducks down low and keeps to the side of the houses she passed so she had less of a chance to be seen. She knew they would be looking for her and it was only a matter of time before they started to fire back. She was sure of it.

She heard the gun go off and flinched, hearing the rushing of all of the men around the house. Another thud, probably one of the men dropping down to the floor. Maybe there were other creatures…? That wouldn't make sense because she couldn't hear them growling…She moved to get up from behind the bed and snuck over to the door to press her ear against it to see if she could hear anything.
The men started firing back as soon as the first one went down. One was firing relentlessly at the RV, and the other one rushed down the hallway to retrieve Jasper. They moved down the hallway and opened the door with the keys, grabbing her arm. "Be quiet. One peep out of you and you're dead."
Jasper nodded, keeping silent as they dragged her back down the hallway into the kitchen. The man stepped out for a moment, allowing her time to grab a knife off the counter. she quickly hid it behind her back, and he came back into the kitchen.
"We are leaving, let's go." He spoke, before turning around.
"No."
"What-" They didn't have time to say anything else.
She plunged the knife into their back. and pulled it out pushing it in and over and over again until they fell to the ground.
She followed them to the floor, making sure they wouldn't get back up.

Watching as bullets rain down on the RV, Jesse curses under her breath, hoping the dog was okay. Shaking her head, she continues to make her way towards the house, having more important things to worry about. Looking down her sights, she fires her pistol in the man’s general direction. Coughing, she loses her balance, stumbling to the ground. Blood straining her lips, not bothering to wipe it off as she aims, firing the bullet into the man’s knee, causing him to fall to the ground. On his way down one of the bullets hit Jesse’s leg as well while she tried to stand. Pushing herself up against the wall of the house, she rounds the corner, hiding behind it to catch her breath. Looking down, crimson blood soaks her pant leg. And quick. Wincing in pain, her and shakes as she pulls her pant leg up. The bullet went into her upper calf, not going straight through.
“just breathe. You can get it out later” she whispers to herself.
in. Out. In. Out
Whipping around the corner, she unloads her clip until the man collapses to the ground, lifeless. She slides down to the ground, quickly attempting to tend to her new wound. Raspy breath rake through her lungs and throat as she slides her previously blood soaked bandana from around her wrist and wraps it tight around her calf.
Her head whips around to the sound of talking, then nothing. Silence followed by a thud.
*There’s another one? *
Jesse quickly reloads her pistol, slipping the bullets into the clip with shaky, blood soaked fingers.
She groans, pushing herself from the ground. She makes her way to the front door, gun in hand. Nobody was around. Who did she hear then?
Rounding the corner, she freezes at the sight of a small child standing over one of the large men’s body. His back soaked in blood and stab wounds scattered along the skin visible through the rips in his shirt.
Her eyes flick back to the child, holding her gun up to her as she slowly kneels to pick up the man’s gun from the ground. Keeping the gun on her, she curses under her breath in German.
“Put the knife down” she demands, her voice load and firm with a raspy touch to it. Her accent was thick as well as the blood dripping from her mouth.
Had this girl killed him? It sure looked like it. But comparing sizes, recourses and strength, she didn’t look like she stood a chance.
Jesse noted the child’s intelligence. To catch them off guard, especially if you don’t have any advantages.
“Are there any more?” She asks, her eyes darting around the room every now and again, though still fixated on the child.

Jake's eyes widened as soon as he felt someone behind him. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't all there that had brought his guard down, but it seemed to snap him back to reality, if only for a split second as he jolted when he felt the presence, now moving to jerk away from the individual who had snuck up on him.
It made Jake lose balance momentarily, completely stepping out of his hiding place and crashing into the wall significantly closer to Min-Hyuk. His eyes had a wild panic in them as he was caught between both men, there was no way out and now Jake had to make a decision.

"I got into a fight, alright? Three against one and I really overshot my ability to take them all on." He paused. "Well, not that I had a choice." He spoke, his voice becoming even more strained as he kept a wary eye on both guys, not trusting either.
"The real question should be why the hell are you in cuffs? Either you're a real piece of work the cops are after or a kinky bastard with no shame" Jake mused, the edges of his lips twitching into a near-nervous smile as he kept pressure on his wound, his hand covered in blood.
Jake's eyes flickered over to the light switch that was beside him, hitting the lights. There was no use, they all might as well see who they were talking to.

"And you…" Jake gave Evan a look of disbelief. "Do you always sneak up on others? I could be anyone you know, hurt or not- for example, I could have a knife? Or a gun?" Jake said, gesturing dramatically with his hand despite the vertigo he was currently experiencing from stumbling out into the open, now having nothing to lean on as he tried to maintain a somewhat "healthy" look. He refused to let the parties involved know how bad it really was, opting to not use the wall beside him as support and keep himself upright. It took a lot of effort but Jake pulled it off.
Kind of.
There wasn't a whole lot he could do in this situation and if either guy decided to stick him with something sharp or fill him with bullets, so be it. He wouldn't lay down and take it, but if he died here in the back of a shitty gas station, that was just bad luck and meant the universe had a twisted sense of humor.

"Hey- wait- be careful!" He stumbled a bit when Jake immediately pushed away from him and crashed into the wall.
He was still pretty concerned about Jake and his ability to stay standing. He knows that he probably won't last long forcing himself up straight. He doesn't know how bad Jake is…but he knows it's impacting him. He listened to the two talk to each other, before hearing something unfamiliar to him.
He's not sure if he should just straight up ask about it. I mean, you are supposed to ask questions when you don't understand something…but now really didn't seem like the right time. They both seemed pretty tense at the moment, and he didn't want to make it more tense.
"What-? No- I was trying to help you since you seemed like you were about to fall! I didn't want you to hurt your head or worsen anything that may be happening. Doesn't matter who you are or what you have, I still plan on helping you." He huffed a bit, looking up and down at Jake to check for any obvious injuries.
He was keeping an eye on Min-Hyuk because he wasn't sure what kind of character he was, and wanted to make sure Jake was alright be anything else.

(I'm not sure how often I can reply. However, I would still like to join if possible.)

Sorry if you're not sure you'll be very active I don't think this rp is for you

//TW mild gore//

Val kicked a rock, watching as it bounced off a metal drain with a pang. He bit his bottom lip, listening to the frogs croak their somber melody. Jax lumbered behind him, barely making it along the road. Val shoved his hands into his pockets, looking at the darkened city. A few lights cast an orange glow on the desolate road. The lights brought forth moths and other bugs. It was late, and they should be in bed, not stalking the streets. He checked his watch, the glow of the screen illuminating his face. Val stopped in the middle of the street, turning to face Jax. The older man hung his head, peering up at Val through his eyelashes. Val smiled softly, glancing up at the night sky. It was void of stars, nothing more than a washed-out moon attempting to provide light.

"We should turn back." Val whispered, flicking his eyes over to Jax. Jax picked up his head, shrugging his shoulders. Compared to being cramped in that dark house, he seemed happier out here, but it still didn’t fix the years of pain. Blotches of dark purple skin gathered under his eyes, and it looked like it stung. Val started to walk back, grabbing Jax by the arm. He could be rational when he wanted to be, but he kept up his goofy facade to warm his friend. Val wasn’t that stupid, was he? He shook off his thoughts.

It wasn’t long until they reached the house. Val had let go of Jax’s arm and turned the silver knob to shove open the door. They hadn’t been gone very long, and the air of the house had already changed. It was odd. Everything in Val’s body told him to flee, to drag Jax out of this place. Jax pushed past him to go check on his brother, and Val followed. They both knew Dominic wouldn’t survive very long. Hell, he could have died in the few minutes they were gone. Alternatively, Jax might have believed Dominic was hanging on by a thread due to his sleep-deprived brain. Jax called him in a panic a couple of days ago, screeching about how his brother had fallen ill. They assumed that since it was winter, he had caught the flu, but Dominic declined rapidly. They found it troubling but didn’t question it. Val had caught the smell of rot in the house but didn’t think much of it.

Jax walked into the dimly lit bedroom, his eyes landing on Dominic. Or, well, where Dominic had previously laid. A few tears streamed down Jax’s face. He looked back at Val, not understanding where his elder brother could have disappeared off to. That man was dying, not in the shape to get up and walk. His mind had been fuzzy lately, Some small part of him knew he had been watching over a corpse, but that couldn’t be true. Dominic couldn’t be dead. No! Jax looked around, scanning the room. Other than the tiny areas that the salt lamp illuminated, nothing was visible.

"Dominic?" Jax called out. Something rustled within the room. Val bounced on the balls of his feet. At this point, he knew grief had hit his friend, and it was keeping him from processing the feasible fact his brother was dead. Why hadn’t he noticed it earlier? Another rustle came from beside the bed, and both men looked over at the closet. Light pink bathed the white doors, but the inside was pitch black. Jax moved toward the closet, opening the door wider. A figure moved clumsily in the dark, turning around to face Jax. It came at him, moaning and groaning. Jax screamed, backing away as the figure tried to push itself on him. He vaguely noticed it matched his brother’s description.

"D-Dominic?" Jax asked feebly. He stood still, lowering his shoulders. He stared at his brother, his brows furrowed. "This isn’t funny.." But the figure never stopped. It growled, seeming to be disoriented and hungry. Jax reached out toward Dominic, flinching as two gunshots rang out. Two bullets entered Dominic’s head, blood dripping down the pale face. He fell to the floor, blood pooling under his body. Jax stared at the corpse, his body shocked into remembering when his brother ceased to be. He breathed heavily, retching until he bent over and threw up. Small amounts of blood splattered the walls and floor. Val dropped the gun, racing to Jax’s side. He placed a hand on Jax’s back, only to be shoved off.

"You killed my brother!" Jax spat, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Tears pricked at his eyes, streaming down his cheeks. He took in harsh breaths, trying to grip reality.

Val bit his tongue. He didn’t know how to handle this. "Jax, he was already too far gone. He could have hurt you!" He glanced at the blood body. "It definitely wasn’t the flu…" He stood, urging Jax to his feet. “I’m sorry.”

Jax shoved Val out of his way, leaving the room. He walked out into the foyer, leaving the house. He wondered if the gunshots woke anyone up. Jax doubted it. He sat on the porch, the cold concrete uncomfortable to sit on. Val followed him out onto the porch, standing close by.

“What the hell was that?” Jax questioned. He tried to process what just happened, a pit forming in his stomach.

Val shrugged. “Rabies? Maybe he got bit by a rabid dog? Or maybe chronic wasting disease finally jumped to humans.” Both fell silent, listening to the crickets. "Jax, I-"

Jax gritted his teeth. "Just shut up." He hissed. He wrapped his arms around himself. Jax should be at odds with Val, but something told him it was for the best. Dominic was put out of his misery. Oh, for heaven’s sake! He was a mess. "Chronic wasting disease? You’re smart, but not that smart." He scoffed.

Val frowned, seemingly close to tears. “Well, nothing else explains it. Rabies was the only thing, unless he managed to catch a brain-eating amoeba."

Jax rolled his eyes. "Haha, very funny." He looked up into the night sky. This was ridiculous.

(That's fair. Then I'll ask to join when my life mellows out a bit in regards to time, if that's alright with you.)

yeah definitely ask when you're more available!

Min-Hyuk's cat-like eyes narrow towards the two men, distrust and confusion written all over his face. His eyebrows raise whilst the injured one speaks, impressed with what he was telling him. Three against one were no easy odds, yet this guy still got out alive?
He had to be worse than he was letting on, there was no way. No matter the balls on a man, someone this size couldn't take out that much manpower and still be standing. His eyes scan him up and down as he takes a step back, his fingers still focusing on getting the cuffs off from around his wrists. The metal chafing up against the thin skin on his wrists, they had already turned red and bruising had started due to all the movement and struggle he's put them through.
"not that he had a choice? What does he mean by that? Were they what he saw earlier??" he thinks to himself skeptically as he tries to assist the situation. Taking one three of those brain-dead freaks sounded much more realistic than humans with actual motor skill and intelligence that was for sure.
At the mans comment, he shrugs, "why can't i be both?" he teases, still keeping his distance.
Min-Hyuk wasn't about to get near anyone he didn't know what's going to all of the sudden try to tear his flesh off of his bones, so he made sure to be cautious.
His gaze averts from one man to another, the more timid one. The nicer one. By their exchange of words Min-Hyuk assumed they didn't know each other, but that still didn't explain the second man's actions. Did he have no survival instincts?
He shakes his head, "wait…do you guys know what's happening outside of there?" he asks, concern and confusion filling his voice.

(sorry this isn't as long as my usual ones. i simply did not have all of the energy to write up that whole entire page again so this is all yall get for now im sorry)

(okay wait this is so heartbreaking i havent posted bc a few days ago i wrote everything up and i thought i posted it but ig i didnt??? so its all lost now im gonna cry im just realizing this guys im so sorry)

(oh shoot– but hey, don't worry about it!! i would say to post whenever you can and to not stress too much :) i'm more than willing to wait! i too go through the five stages of grief when that happens so i feel your pain :'))

Jake's sharp eyes slowly panned over to Evan, his head turning with the motion of his eyes. There was a slight twitch in his right eye as Evan kept talking.
It was a bit sickening to Jake to see someone being concerned about him. He knew there were those types out there that would rush to help a stranger but he hadn't encountered anyone like that before. The industry he was in and the people who he associated himself with were the opposite of that. Everyone took care of themselves and backstabbed each other if it was in their best interest to do so.
"I may be hurt but I can still kick your ass and I will if you so much as get a foot close to me. I don't need your help, I can take care of myself" Jake hissed. Some of his words held truth. He would kick the guy's ass if he touched him again without permission but he wouldn't hurt him if he got close to him, though Jake didn't appreciate his personal space being invaded by a stranger.

Jake's eyes flickered over at Min-Hyuk again when he spoke.
"Mmm, got a point" He cooed, a faint smile on his face, though it quickly faded as the pain in his body was persistent. Jake's eyes looked down at Min-Hyuk's midsection, noting the way he shifted, wanting to get out of the cuffs.
"Out there?" Jake repeats. "I know a lot of people are freaking out on the other side of where I live but I can't say I do." He paused. "I did get free supplies out of the empty pharmacy though" He hummed proudly.
There was a moment of silence as Jake thought of what to do to get himself out of talking with these two.
But before he could assess if this was something he wanted to do, his mouth was moving and he was impulsively making another decision.
"You want help with that?" Jake motioned to Min-Hyuk's cuffs. He had been in them multiple times before and knew they weren't the most comfortable things. "Just promise you won't try to kill me and I'll lend a hand." He offered, though, he wasn't sure how wise that was.
But to hell with it. He had never been one to think about things too hard. There was something about tempting death that Jake couldn't get enough of.

Watching as bullets rain down on the RV, Jesse curses under her breath, hoping the dog was okay. Shaking her head, she continues to make her way towards the house, having more important things to worry about. Looking down her sights, she fires her pistol in the man’s general direction. Coughing, she loses her balance, stumbling to the ground. Blood straining her lips, not bothering to wipe it off as she aims, firing the bullet into the man’s knee, causing him to fall to the ground. On his way down one of the bullets hit Jesse’s leg as well while she tried to stand. Pushing herself up against the wall of the house, she rounds the corner, hiding behind it to catch her breath. Looking down, crimson blood soaks her pant leg. And quick. Wincing in pain, her and shakes as she pulls her pant leg up. The bullet went into her upper calf, not going straight through.
“just breathe. You can get it out later” she whispers to herself.
in. Out. In. Out
Whipping around the corner, she unloads her clip until the man collapses to the ground, lifeless. She slides down to the ground, quickly attempting to tend to her new wound. Raspy breath rake through her lungs and throat as she slides her previously blood soaked bandana from around her wrist and wraps it tight around her calf.
Her head whips around to the sound of talking, then nothing. Silence followed by a thud.
*There’s another one? *
Jesse quickly reloads her pistol, slipping the bullets into the clip with shaky, blood soaked fingers.
She groans, pushing herself from the ground. She makes her way to the front door, gun in hand. Nobody was around. Who did she hear then?
Rounding the corner, she freezes at the sight of a small child standing over one of the large men’s body. His back soaked in blood and stab wounds scattered along the skin visible through the rips in his shirt.
Her eyes flick back to the child, holding her gun up to her as she slowly kneels to pick up the man’s gun from the ground. Keeping the gun on her, she curses under her breath in German.
“Put the knife down” she demands, her voice load and firm with a raspy touch to it. Her accent was thick as well as the blood dripping from her mouth.
Had this girl killed him? It sure looked like it. But comparing sizes, recourses and strength, she didn’t look like she stood a chance.
Jesse noted the child’s intelligence. To catch them off guard, especially if you don’t have any advantages.
“Are there any more?” She asks, her eyes darting around the room every now and again, though still fixated on the child.

She stared Jesse down, processing her words as she just stood there holding the blade. The poor girl couldn't have looked that old, long dark hair matted down to her butt. She gripped the blade with both hands, her knuckles white from how hard he was holding onto it. she was covered in the blood that splattered back onto her. Her clothes looked tight on her skin, and as if they were almost choking her.

"any…more?" she spoke, almost in question. her voice was incredibly raspy, and she let out a cough at the fact of how dry her throat was. She noticed the gun was being pointed back at her and held the knife up towards Jesse. Her whole body was trembling where it stood.
"Not…not going back, can't make me." she shook her head at Jesse. She didn't understand what was going on, but for all she knew Jesse could be on their side. she was pointing something at her, the things that made loud noises and killed people. she didn't want it to happen to her.

she stood warily of Jesse, looking around the room and how she could possibly escape jessed if she needed too.