forum Yellow Plague - Worldwide Zombie Apocalypse (Open; 8/12)

Started April 10, 2018 by @Peter_Duende language

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Pollux took out his axe and was on high alert.
"Cash!" he cried out, trying to stay hushed, "What's wrong? What do you see?"
He suddenly started feeling quite panicked, but he knew that could be the death of him.

"There's something coming closer…." Cash looks across the span of their surroundings; tall buildings with shattered windows, splashes of brown dried blood on the roads; no sign of any close danger.

Lila circled slowly, looking around. Her grip on the gun tightened.

Zoe noticed the strange noises. The corn moved a little and there was no breeze in the air. She pointed her guns in the direction, but then something took her by surprise. Something grabbed her ankle and dragged her into the corn. She let out a blood-curdling scream and tried to shoot it.

Cash hears a girl's scream. He turns sharply towards Zoe and the stranger a ways away…Zoe is gone. The stranger looks just as shocked as he must look…."Guys, where's Zoe?" He turns around wildly with his bat, seeing nothing new on the scene.

Pollux was shaking. "I-I think I heard a gunshot." He crept closer to where Zoe had been.

"Zoe had a gun, was that her?" She asked, whipping around. Eyes wild and face pale, she trembled and almost reached for something that wasn't there before pulling back.

Name: Margret Weselton
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Red wavy hair, freckles, small nose, pale green eyes with orange specks
Personality: Focused, good under pressure, sympathetic, has a thick outer shell
Occupation: Worked at a veternarian, was in nursing school
Family: Mom, dad, and little brother in Europe
Weapons: Revolver, iron pipe, and all the knowledge

Name: Margret Weselton
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Red wavy hair, freckles, small nose, pale green eyes with orange specks
Personality: Focused, good under pressure, sympathetic, has a thick outer shell
Occupation: Worked at a veternarian, was in nursing school
Family: Mom, dad, and little brother in Europe
Weapons: Revolver, iron pipe, and all the knowledge

Pollux fought back the urge to scream Zoe's name, but he knew that if there was something out there, shouting would lead it to where they were.
"Stick together," Pollux muttered, "Something could have tried to take her."

"Head forward." Cash whispers to the others. He takes a tentative step in the direction of the field, looking about him with wild eyes. The girl who was talking to Zoe is gone. Taken by the thing, too?

Zoe fired off more gun shots at the creature and tried to scream for help, but her screams were cut off when she entered unconsciousness.

The next thing you know, she was hanging 20 feet up in the air in some kind of web cocoon. Where am I?

Pollux kept his axe at the ready, following Cash's lead. He kept his gaze unfocused, shifting, and taking in every last inch of his surroundings, unsure what to expect.

(Can I join?? Here is my charrie)

Name: Harley Fay
Age: 18
Gender: female
Appearance: bisexual
Personality: sassy, fun, and very protective. She knows when to joke around and when to be serious
Occupation before the Plague: she was a high school student but worked part tim in a bookstore/cafe
Family: all dead but her dad may be alive
Weapon(s): 3 knives, a rifle, and 2 shotguns
Other: she also has a backpack with supplies in it and a dog that is trained to kill on command and stay quiet when danger is near. .

(You're in, @FireSky /Harley!)

Cash holds his bat in one hand, looking about him hopelessly. "She's gone." He opens his mouth to say more, but….."She's gone." The noises have ceased; they've heard nothing for several minutes. Even the occasional noises from the Infected seem to be fewer and farther apart.

Harley looked around and whistles for her dog. Oddly enough she called him wolf. “Wolf come here!” She whistled.

( Facepalm.)

(?)

Bumps into Zoe and just stares blankly, not really knowing whats going on
"i'm sorry" i apologize as i take out my bat and go in a defensive stance

( Holy crap, I did not see that.)

"Who the hell are you?!" She said defensively and took out her guns .

I'm Arastotzka, who the heck are you
(finally this roleplay is alive)

“Oh god… should… should we look for her? Clearly there’s something lurking here, and there’s no guarantee we’re safe too.” Pollux was horribly anxious and beginning to ramble.

"Dude," Cash holds a hand up, keeping his voice low and steady. "Pollux, we need to calm down, okay? Just calm down. We're going to find her. We're going to be okay." He's always hated lying, but at least Pollux can probably see through his structurally unsound falsehood. He looks about them, at the dead world. "We're gonna be okay."

“I know we need to stay calm… my body doesn’t believe it though…” He was shaking, his heart was racing, and he was breathing heavily. “So, should we just book it? Leave her? It seems wisest to do so.”

"Sit down for a second." This isn't the safest location, but Cash fears that, if any attack is imminent, Pollux won't be ready in his current state.

"Sit down?" he cried softly, "Right now? Right here? Um… oh, all right… I'll just catch my breath, yeah?" Pollux leaned down on one knee to rest for a moment, and then he was finally able to hear the growling Cash had mentioned. He looked up from the ground.
"It's closer now. I heard it, Cash. Do you see anything?"