forum You may be dead, but never forgotten. Zombie group rp OPEN!!!

Started September 17, 2022 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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Ryuu stays sitting on the stairs, his head hurting and his eyes burning. His golden, thin-framed glasses are crooked on his face and his hair in a curly tangled mess.
"It's called being considerate" he says in a whisper "you don't need to help me" Ryuu tries his best to explain it to her in his drowsy state.
He watches her fumble, trying to lean forward to help her. He's lucky she was able to balance herself because he wouldn't have been able to catch her in the shape he is in.
Ryuu lets out a raspy, weak sigh before sitting back when she's settled down behind him. He leans his head back into her and closes his eyes, able to relax for the first time in a while. Ryuu wasn't normally as free with who touches him but in this case he genuinely might be bleeding out so he would gladly accept help.
And a more embarrassing factor is that he hasn't felt a single caring touch from another (alive) human being in…. well sadly Ryuu's lost track. But it's at least been a few months since he's talked to someone, let alone touch them.
He looks up to Frenchie, taking off his glasses with shaky hands and pulling his hair out of his face, revealing his freckle covered forehead. There was a small gash above his eyebrow that looked as if he had been hit with the corner of a table. Multiple times.
Blood had dripped into his eye, coating his blonde eyelashes. "Im Ryuu….by the way" he says, closing his eyes again. "thank you"

"Frenchie. Now shut your mouth, I need to concentrate." She responded curtly as she looked at the cut he showed to her. It was small, thank God, but was pretty deep. Alright, that could be a problem. "Could just leave it but I don't wanna risk pulling it further open. Looks like stitches it is, Frankenstein." She sighed, really not wanting to have to use her thread but didn't feel like having her morality yell at her later.

Frenchie cracked her neck and got to work, starting on cleaning the wound and her needle because God forbid something not be clean and he get an infection. "This'll sting." She murmured before putting the gauze to his cut, working quickly before prepping her needle. "Stay still, I don't need to stick you where I shouldn't." She warned before setting the needle in motion.
Frenchie was actually pretty skilled with a needle, though it was unclear if that was because of the apocalypse or not. But her stitches were clean and went quickly, snapping the thread and tying it off before realizing she'd forgotten the medical tape and swearing under her breath. "You think you're okay enough for me to move?"

Name: Bane Malice

Age: 24

Gender/pronouns: Male he/him

Sexuality: Gay

Shipping: If you can convince him, but he’s lonely

Appearance: He is 6’5, about 207 lbs. He had tousled ebony hair with short bangs that slightly cover his right eye. It’s ear length and short in the back. His hair is always described as fluffy. It’s like a trap for water. Bane has upturned eyes with sweeping eyelashes. His eyebrows are arched. He has an aquiline nose and has a kink in it from a fight. He has a cupid's bow. His face is diamond in shape. His eyes are a reddish-brown onyx with amber specks. Has sectoral heterochromia in his right eye. Part of it is a light blue. He has a mocha skin tone and his body is sturdy, and he’s fit. He is defined as lightly muscled meaning in regions like his arms, muscles will be slightly defined. He has broad shoulders. His hands are large but delicate. Bane has a few scars from a cat over his right eye. He doesn’t like the scars, but he embraces them as a reminder he's strong. They show up as darkish pink. He has a small scar on his neck. It shows up as darkish pink.
Clothing: A black jacket with a buckle at the top to clasp it closed. He wears a red t-shirt underneath his jacket. He has a leather belt to hold his basic weapons he stole. Wears black jeans and black boots. He wears a beaded necklace. He also wears one little hoop earring on his right ear and three on his left.

Here’s a lil unfinished drawing of him:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1AiKF1sM51QHWeM-hPKvlKuWZnKsM1bkC/view?usp=sharing (Um, so, he’s usually a hellhound, but ignore all those features. He is not that in this. I tried to delete all mentions to him being a hellhound in my sheet, but they might not all be gone)

Personality: Bane has a fearless demeanor with strong convictions and speaks out when questioned. He’s willing to put himself through any level of danger or agony to protect the people he's attached to. As a logical person, he wants to express himself greatly but can be largely concerned with practical application than theory.However, Bane can be blunt, it being part of his direct thinking and forthright communication. He is a born leader who tries to remain calm in high-pressure situations. His antagonism may irritate, but his attempts to be kind are not in vain. Bane is passionately affectionate to his loved ones and incredibly compassionate, especially with little animals and small children. Putting others' feelings and emotions last makes him seem inconsiderate.

Being impatient makes him work at his own speed, hindering his ability to slow down if someone is struggling. He must exert effort to concentrate for a long time. He is protective of friends and family, which makes it difficult for him to see different points of view. He always chooses loyalty when fighting and protecting people from threats. Being overprotective forces him to protect friends and family from things he perceives as threats, leading to injury. He isn’t afraid to tread into new, dangerous territory without considering the implications. He might break a few rules and receive a lecture. This leads to his stubbornness which makes him appear to be difficult.

Being as stubborn as Bane is, he presents a brief apology or sensitivity, then goes on his way. If influence is presented through habits, lifestyles, or views, he becomes irritated and abrupt. He’s bored easily. When something is finished or understood, his interest is lost. He goes to find something better.

Cassius stands there until he's given a reply. Though when that reply came in the form of a bark from the dog, he takes a deep breath. Today was all about patience it seemed.
He raises his eyebrows, eyeing the dog in disbelief for a moment. Cass wasn't around dogs much growing up, as his mother didn't like them ever since Cass got into an accident with one when he was little. It only affected him for a little bit when he was a child, but he's grown out of fear. Dogs were great. Cassius had no reason to think other wise even after he was attacked by one or after Phoenix almost drowned his daughter.
But he wasn't about to let that slide. There was a reason Cassius had always been careful with the dog ever since Jax got here. And it was a good reason to.
When this dog barked at him, obviously he was pretty upset about it. He didn't even think dogs could comprehend something like this.
When Jax looked at him and spoke, Cass almost felt relieved. Until he heart what he said.
Raising his eyebrows again, he blinks. What in the world?
Cass sighs "grow up and face consequences Jax. This is the apocalypse and you're what? In your twenties? That may have been how you handled your problems back then, but not with me. Not now. Especially when you endangered my child Jax." Cassius says calmly, though annoyance was threaded all throughout his voice. Why did Jax feel the need to hide like a child? Especially at this age. This is was Ophelia does when she's in trouble. Not a grown human being.
Or Cass didn't think anyway.
"I don't want that dog in the house. The weather's' fine enough for it to be outside for now" He crosses his arms, looking at Jax.

Ryuus eyes widen and he purses his lips together so he wouldn't talk anymore. He gives Frenchie a nod before just starting up at her while she spoke.
At the mention of stitches with no way of numbing didn't sound so great to Ryuu. But he would live. He didn't really have much of a choice. It was either stitches or bleeding out with an infected wound.
"you can do whatever you feel is necessary" he says quietly. He so desperately wanted to make conversation with her.
I mean come on! This was the first person he's seen in so long!! Why wouldn't he want to talk to her!?
Maybe he would be able to after this. Ask her all sorts of questions. Like what kind of name is Frenchie? What's its origin? Is it short for anything? He assumed it was. It fit her though. Or at least he thought it did. He was scared to tell her that in case she told him to shut up again.
"This'll sting"
At her words, he flinches, squeezing his eyes shut and scrunching his nose. And yeah, it did sting! At one point in the process Ryuu was sure he cursed under his breath!
Possibly though. Cursing was something Ryuu didn't tend to do often, if at all. And especially around other people!

When it was all over, Ryuu takes a quick breath, still feeling as if he's going to pass out; if not more so now!
Ryuu wanted to stay right where he was for a moment, but he doesn't let that show on his face. He sits up and suddenly his vision turns black and his head is dizzy.
Curse his iron deficiency and the fact that he sat up too quickly.
"ow" he says, his skin and head still aching. "its fine" he says quietly.
"thank you… you didn't have to do that for me. So i appreciate it" he thanks her kindly.

"Yeah yeah, shush, I'm not done. Lay back down cause I'm not catching you if you stand up and pass out and so help me God if you fall and crack your head open, I'm leaving you here to bleed out." Frenchie quipped, pulling an ace bandage out of her med bag. "I still need to wrap it. The air here is disgusting, I don't need something getting into your stitches and giving you an infection."

Making her way back to him, she frowns at the confirmation that he is, indeed, tall. "Plus, I need to actually be able to reach what I'm working on, if you'd be so kind."

Jax held onto Phoenix quietly, trying to get her to calm down. The only danger he would be in would be if Cass punched him, and he didn’t think they’ve gotten there yet. He started at Cass, his face turning sour as each word drifted out of Cassius mouth. It was like listening to an argument behind closed doors. Drowned out, but loud. He didn’t do much, but blinked a few times as he tried to hush up Phoenix. Jax didn’t care much about talking things through or getting harped on and on about the accident. He didn't like drama and the division it brought. If he was a screw-up, he could leave. He was sure Cass would like that. After all, he probably viewed him as a dangerous person. A dangerous person who couldn’t control his dangerous dog. It’s not like he wanted Fia to nearly drown in the paws of his dog. If he did, he wouldn’t have pulled her up and out of the river. If he did, he would have already done it. But Jax was not a malicious person. All these thoughts of annoyance reflected across his face in a jumble of emotions. Yes, he was annoyed. Yes, he felt like a child being yelled out by a parent in him room. Yes, he was angry at himself. His grip on Phoenix tightened.

Jax stared at Cass with glassy eyes. “I am grown up. I’m facing you right now, aren’t I. I’m so sorry that I didn’t want to stick around downstairs and face you with my emotions out of check. I’m so sorry that I wanted to lay down and rest my head.” He took a deep breath. “I handled my issues by letting myself think before I struck.” No, he didn’t. He ran away, so he could never be seen again. Something that he was about to propose. “And I am sorry Ophelia fell into the hands of endangerment, but I couldn’t have possibly anticipated that Phoenix was going to knock her down.” He bluntly started at Cass, his heart beating quickly in his ears. He wasn’t too sure he actually had his emotions under control. “If I am a problem— If I am a danger to you, I can leave. I’m not even sure I am welcomed here anymore after that… because I don’t feel welcomed here anymore.” He picked up his satchel, gently putting phoenix down on the ground. “And I don’t appreciate you calling Phoenix an “it” just because you’re mad at her.”

(If this is confusing, don’t fret! I intentionally make his POV confusing and all over the place. It reflects his personality. Most of it is kinda like his inner monologue.)
(Also sorry if it seems rushed, I want to finish this before dinner.)

Bane hated cities. Although, he miraculously found himself stuck in one. If he knew anything, being in a city in the zombie apocalypse was not the most secure areas to be. It was A) dense with cow eyes zombies who used to be living idiots. That’s why they got infected in the first place. Zombie idiots cannot cure human idiocy, and Bane, was not a human idiot. He managed to survive after all. Well, maybe not after all since he was in the middle of the streets with no cover. What a great place to be in a zombie apocalypse, after all, a zombie could fling itself down on top of him. But if he applied Murphy’s law to himself, anything that could go wrong will go wrong around him. Bane scribbled that thought down on an old CVS receipt in red crayon. He heard the groans of zombies all around him. But he wasn’t too worried, he had a few weapons. A broad range of everything, in fact, he was like—. A zombie had come out of nowhere, presumably from an old alleyway. He screamed when he saw the flesh eating goat (Zombie) and bludgeoned its head in with the nearest object. That happened to be part of a stop sign. At this point, he realized that his little journey from the old, abandoned CVS to the outskirts of the city wasn't going to do. He needed to get somewhere safe. Somewhere high up.

Bane glanced over at the nearest building. It was an apartment building. Hell no! There were probably dead bodies everywhere. He wasn’t about to get his boots dirty. He looked around, scanning the street for another building. The local firehouse looked promising. He started to get a move on, his boot kicking up the dust from the mortar buildings. Talk about not getting his boots dirty. Many of the brick and mortar building had started to fall apart. The road had collected most of the cities dust and cracks formed in it from months of neglect. So had the sidewalks. Bane stopped in front of the firehouse, the red faded from time. Nothing was left inside except for a few tools he had no need for. One alarming detail he should have anticipated was that— there were zombies crawling all over the station. Okay, this was a hard pass. The apartment building it was… Despite his hatred for any form of tenement. Glancing around, he made a run for the building, alerting the zombies in the fire station. They moseyed after him like cows, swaying side to side as they walked.

Bane reached the other side of the street, standing outside the building. He watched the zombies follow after him. Another zombie on his right came right up to him and tried to take a chunk out of his arm. He promptly kicked in the face with his boot. After that interaction, he ran inside the building, climbing the stairs fervently. How far would it be until the top? Unsure. His footsteps were loud, echoing through the empty stair well. He wouldn’t be able to reach the top, it was too far, and he was out of breath. He had grown thinner from the lack of food. Bane ended his climb, sitting on the platform of some floor, looking at the next flight of stairs that lead up. He could hear a scattered murmur of voices coming from the next flight up, but did he really want to face them? He bit his lip, going over scenarios in his brain, but bit the bullet. "Hello? Is there anyone up there?"

Cassius stands there as patiently as he could be, his big arms crossed over each other and his posture straight. His size was almost more apparent and intimidating when he postured up, which is why normally he tried his best to appear even a little smaller than he was.
Though Cass always tends to posture up when something was bothering him.
He taps his finger on her arm in annoyance as he watches Jax, listening to him talk. He felt like he was Jax's dad at the moment and he didn't like it one bit. Nor did he think he was going to have to babysit a grown man and his dog. Cassius just didn't understand where Jax was coming from he guessed, as none of his words made sense to him.
He shakes his head and lets out a scoff, looking away for a second and biting the inside of his lip, taking in a deep breath. Cassius was trying his best not to lash out at him and raise his voice, but he found it rather hard to do so when he tried to argue about it.
Cass takes a step forward and into the room when he mentions the fact that he couldn't have anticipated that. He wasn't afraid of the dog as he kept a gun in his pants (like the hem of it in the back?) at all times. He normally tucks it underneath his shirt so Fia wouldn't worry about it or try and touch it. He carries it especially when he went out, which they had just come back from doing. If he didn't, he carried a large pocket knife that was rather old.
"One," he holds a finger up "i appreciate you telling me that you were meaning to clear your head before speaking. That's smart. And in any other situation i would believe you Jax. But you didn't. "You didn't handle shit." He curses; something he almost never did. "You come up into my house and sulk, throwing yourself a pity party as if you're the one that should be hurt, and after putting my daughter in danger!" he says, raising his voice with the last few words. His brows are creased in anger, confusion and frustration with Jax and the dog.
When Jax talks about leaving, Cassius is tempted to send him on his way. But he keeps his mouth shut until he's finished, careful not to interrupt him. That would only cause more tension and it doesn't allow the other to get everything they need to out correctly.
"If you want to keep up the pity party, go right ahead. But don't assume i wan't you gone just because you made a mistake. Im asking you to own up to it like the adult you "say" you are and face the consequences. It's your responsibility to train the dog if it's going to be around others. If you have failed that task, then be responsible enough to not let it around others. If it weren't for the fact that this whole world has gone to waste, that dog would be put down. So consider yourself lucky" he says, staying where he was.
"I let her around Ophelia because i trusted you to be careful enough. I guess i cant trust you, so take the dog out. Now. Before i do." he demands, stepping aside for him to do so.
Cassius didn't want to yell at Jax, but he needed him to understand the severity of the situation and how this was in fact Jax's fault. He couldn't blame the fact that he trained the dog improperly simply on Phoenix.
Cassius also blamed himself partially for letting the dog near his daughter, thinking this could have been avoided if he was more cautious and less trusting of Jax.
Though he didn't let Jax see that, afraid he would use it against him.
After all, Cassius had only known Jax for two days. There's no saying what kind of person he really is.
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Ophelia had run upstairs happily into hers and her dads bedroom, changing out of her wet clothes and into an old dress of hers she refused to part with when they had left their previous home. Cassius had remembered all too well the tantrum she threw when they were packing and left all of her pretty dresses. Before all of this, Ophelia had the prettiest poofy dresses that she would wear all the time. Her and her mother Eleanor would have tea parties dressed up in their favorite dresses while Cassius was away at work. Though occasionally Cass would be able to join them and they would do his makeup and hair all pretty.

Ophelia doesn't bother with her wet clothes, leaving them on the hardwood floor and flops on the bed next to the window. She watches out of it for a while as she counts the birds in the sky. Though she stops when she hears her dad's voice lift.
She perks up, not knowing what the sound was, as she didn't think she's ever heard it. Fia runs up to the door and sits behind it, pressing her ear to it and listens in on the conversation.
Her eyebrows furrow as she hears them talk, the dog barking and her dad cursing, using angry tones and louder voices.
"What did Jack do?" She whispers to a small stuffed fabric doll in her hand. The doll had a tan skin tone and brown wavy hair and big red lips with a puffy green dress. The doll was made by Cass to look like her mother. He made some for all of them. One for Fia, one of him and this one of his wife. He's hidden them away and kept them in a safe place only to collect dust ever since her passing. But a few days ago Fia found them and took her mothers doll.
Now she listens in to their conversation while combing the dolls hair through with her tiny fingers.

"oh…okay" Ryuu says quietly before laying back down in her lap. It was nice to say the least. Being able to rest in the company of someone else. And it was even nicer that the someone else isn't trying to kill him or steal his things.
Was she going to steal his things? Oh come on, who was he kidding? Ryuu didn't have much to steal. He had a few crinkled, half empty water bottles, a few pieces of jewelry he was too much of a sentimental wussy to give up, some books and a few bags of food which he really-really didn't want to talk about how he got them.
Along with that, he carried a gun his father kept in his room. An AR-15 rifle with a nice stained wooden finish to the handles and a nice leather strap. He knows how to of course, but Ryuu's only had to use it once.
"oh right…don't make me look too silly" he jokes. Ryuu's voice is a little scratchy, sad sounding and rather quiet. Fun fact: he's physically incapable of yelling. He can raise his voice only a little bit in volume, but his voice is naturally so quiet that it makes it a little hard to get points across. Though Ryuu never was one for yelling. (soft bb ^3^)
He lifts his head a little so she would be able to wrap his wound, not knowing if she was going to put a simple bandage over it or have a wrap for all around his head. He really hoped for the first one.
After a little while, Ryuu could faintly hear footsteps. Another set of human sounding footsteps!? What are the odds?
He sits up quickly, looking around before hearing a voice call out. His ears were ringing so Ryuu wasn't sure if he was hallucinating or just hearing things. He turns to look at Frenchie. "did you hear that?"

(I’m pretty tired, so please ignore any writing mistakes. Anyway, welcome to really emotional Jax. I'll post something for Bane later)

Jax tried to take deep breaths to soothe his anger, but it did not work. He didn’t like getting chewed out. Nobody liked getting chewed out. He stood, staring at Cass with a sour face and a quivering jaw. Was Jax scared of Cass? Hell yeah. He was bigger and taller than him. He had a gnarly scar with a blind eye. How couldn’t a single being not be scared of a man like this when that said man got angry. And yet, Jax still stood his ground. Phoenix tucked her tail in between her leg, feeling the anger from her owner. This dog did not want to be here. He gripped the strap of his satchel tightly, backing up when Cass got close. He held his tongue, heat rising up to his face as he got chewed out once again. Jax got torn apart by words, barely holding it together. Phoenix pressed her nose to Jax’s leg to comfort him. He was getting pissed off. “You’d like to say I came all the way up here to sulk because I should be hurt. You don’t know the crap that’s been running through my head, Cassius! You don’t know the real reason I came up here in the first place! Sure, it might have been to hide, I’ll admit that! But until you know how I felt after Fia almost drowned, you have no right to make accusations based on my emotions! The emotions you don’t even feel!” Jax’s voice grew louder, and soon, he was yelling at Cass. “You know nothing of the moments between the accident and now! The only thing you know if the meaningless little words you made up in your mind to pretend I didn’t feel freaking guilty! News flash, Cass. I can hide emotions pretty well unless someone draws them out!” He clenched his jaw, not afraid to chew out Cass back for making assumptions.

Phoenix flattened her ears from all the raw emotion. She just wanted to play— not cause a fight. But her owner and the man she used to like were in a full-fledged argument. Jax moved himself, dancing around Cass as he made his way to the bedroom door. Phoenix followed, crawling close to the ground. “I’m not throwing a pity party! I’m not asking you to feel sorry for me! I’m not asking myself to feel sorry for me, but personally, it’s like you’re asking me to leave, Cassius!” Jax took another deep breath, staring Cass in the eyes. “Guess what, Cass. You’re right. I’m only an adult because I am 21.” He snarled. “I had no one to raise me to “own up to my mistakes” and “handle serious situations” because I was on the streets since I was 12! I’m so sorry I couldn’t be the adult you wanted me to be, Cassius! I’m so fucking sorry I let you down and skewed your perception of me!” Jax had finally cursed, but he wasn’t done. At this point, tears started to fall down his face— he felt as if he was telling his own father sorry for letting him down. “I’m so sorry that I learned to run from consequences than face them! I'm sorry for being a such a screw-up according to you!” He looked down at Phoenix. He saw how scared she looked and decided it was best to leave. “I tried my best, but obviously little kid me’s best was not good enough for your “adult” standards! And I don’t consider myself lucky! Not when I am facing a grown man threatening to kill the only creature that actually likes me!” Jax yanked opened the door, letting Phoenix out of the door. She ran down the stairs, darting towards the front door. He hurried out of the room, not noticing Ophelia sitting right by the door. He practically ran down the steps, yanking the front door to let Phoenix outside. “Come on, pups. We’re going on a walk.” He mumbled through tears. Jax let himself out and slammed the front door shut.

( @Nyx_ that's alright lmao)

Cherry nodded in acknowledgment to Jesse's decision. She thought about the question.
"Alive? None, but then of course there were zombies everywhere. I fought one or two off…" She trailed off, it had probably been the scariest moment in her life leading up until now….yet something in the back of her mind told her there was something else that topped that, she just couldn't quite place what that was.
She sat there in silence, eyes staring down the floor, trying really hard to remember a forgotten memory, but to no avail, only the feeling of dread lingered in her stomach.
She only looked up when Angela spoke in Spanish, recognizing the words, it had been a while since she heard anyone speak her native language. Though that only reminded her of the kid who was silently suffering and looked like he was going to pass out.
"Uhm, could I have the beans? I'll open them up so Pip can eat" She looked down at the kid and his hands. She was going to need something to wrap those wounds up.
"Jesse, do we have any type of cloth around that would be good for wrapping up wounds? Or better yet gauze bandages? I'll take care of Pip while you finish up there" Cherry looked at Angela and gave her a small smile. Cherry had mentioned gauze bandages for the slight nonexistent chance that Jesse might have any, though, stuff like that was getting even rarer by the day, and a piece of cloth was going to have to do.
"I'll make a small bed for him so he can rest" Cherry reassured Angela before she got up, then paused.
"Of course, if that's okay with you Jesse" She added, looking at Jesse and wondering if she'd be willing to lend Cherry some blankets if she had any for the kid.

Cherry wasn't the type to take of others, in fact, it was the other way around. Before the apocalypse, she had been a heavy partier that would always get blackout drunk. She was always doing something fun, though, within her limits of course. Before any of this, she used to be a quiet teenager, and for some reason that made others believe that she would be a good mother someday, so as soon as she hit eighteen years old she did everything in her power to prove those people wrong. But now that everything had gone to shit and there was a sick kid needing to be attended to, she couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to be a mother, maybe it was something like this? It was a conflicting feeling, one that rejected the idea completely, but then the nurturing feeling fighting back.
Whatever, it's not like that was ever going to happen, so she quickly dismissed the idea.

(I deleted my old reply and now Ezra's just chillin I guess.)

Ezra got up slowly, rubbing his eyes with his fist as Doodle licked his face.
"Ah, Doodle, stop!" He said playfully, scratching right above her left leg and she began to beat her tail against the mattress.

"Come on, food time." He told her and she wagged her tail even faster and hopped down from the bed, her toenails scratching against the floor.

I should really cut those Ezra thought to himself, eyeing her long toenails, then led her into the kitchen, where he pulled a bag of dried dog food from a underside cabinet and poured it into a bowl.

Doodle ran over, sliding a bit on the hardwood and began eating ravenously as Ezra sat down beside her and began eating a granola bar.

Angela was ultimately confused as to why cherry was asking her questions regarding pip but she didn't have the energy to address it at the moment she just nodded "yeah there, next to….the kid." She returned cherry's smile but it was mostly forced due to the pain in her leg but she didn't want to seem rude the girl seemed nice unlike jesse, so there was no reason for her to have an attitude "ya know kid…i would really like to know you're name if you wouldn't mind telling me?"

Peregrine looked up at Angela weakly at the question, looking a bit confused since he'd said his name earlier when Cherry asked him. Maybe Angela was distracted by her wound or she didn't hear him. "Uhm… it's Peregrine. T-They said they wanted to call me Pip." He replied softly, looking up at the others in the RV.

He could feel himself fading. His head was so heavy and it was getting hard to hear with all the buzzing in his tears. His whole body felt dull and dense and weak, like jello. He wasn't sure how much he could move right now if he wanted to. He looked pale, he was breathing heavily, and he seemed to be having difficulty keeping his eyes open, but he tried his best nonetheless.

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(And here’s Bane being silly)

Bane sat on the platform, going over his possible moves in his head. All he had was a red crayon and a crumbled CVS receipt… Wait— no, that wasn't all he carried. He had quite a few weapons hanging from the loops of his jeans. That would make for better protection than a red crayon. What was he going to do? Write ‘loser’ on the attacker's forehead? He could get stabbed by the time he accomplished that, and Bane was sure a CVS receipt wouldn't stop a hostile person. After all, if there were living people on the next flight of stairs, they weren’t stupid. The stupid people got bit and turned into zombies. Bane sat up, using the rail of the stairs to help support him. He was… rather loud in getting up. The blade of his weapons hit the metal railings, producing a loud metallic clang. Good going, Bane! You’re going to get murdered today. And murdered was what he was going to be! Bane pulled himself up the steps, a stinging sensation on his knee making it hard to walk up them well. He’d scrapped his knee earlier when running into the CVS, and now he was paying for the consequences. He rounded the corner and stepped onto the next platform. Bane had heard the murmur of a voice questioning his existence, but he didn’t expect to see Ed Sheeran and a Small Fry with a sewing kit. He blinked for a few seconds before silently “screaming” and running down the steps. However, running did not work since his knee was out of order. Instead, it was more like he threw himself down the steps, crashing into a wall and hitting his head.

Bane considered himself tough and hard-headed. But leaping down the stairs did a lot to you. Regardless, he poked his head up, his vision swirling. He felt okay— his head hurt, but that was about it. Nothing major. He didn’t break his neck or hurt his back. He only hit his head. But even considering the possibility that he could have given himself a minor concussion, he didn’t feel concussed. To him, he got lucky again.