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

Started September 17, 2022 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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(Alright that works lol EVERY REASON)

Angela nodding to herself and took a deep breath "oh ..that's a nice name im sorry i must not have heard you earlier im in quite a bit of pain here, but im sorry nonetheless." She pulled pip a little bit closer to her trying to keep him calm or at least keep him from seeing the blood "hey are you doing alright? You don't look so good…"

"Mmnh… m'head feels weird…" Peregrine mumbled in reply, his eyes barely open as Angela pulled him close. "It's real hot in here. But I still feel… cold? No, hot. Both?" He curled in on himself a bit, his grip loosening on Dog Man Jim. "I feel so… heavy? My head's like a rock or something. Is there something wrong with me…? Am I dying?" He asked weakly.

Jesse finishes sewing the messy stitches into Angela's leg, closing the wound. The stitches were a little crooked and made the wound look like a jagged triangle.
She sits back, grabbing some gauze bandages she had stolen from a run in she had with a group of people a while back. She pulls some off of the roll and starts to wrap it around her leg.
She furrows her brows, grabbing the beans and sliding her the beans across the table. "i am surprised you survived just one" she says bluntly, half joking. Though her tone didn't have any type of humorous tone to it. She was glad Cherry had come back. IF you could call it that. More relieved she didn't have to deal with losing any supplies that was sent with her.
She looks at Cherry grumpily, not wanting to use any more of her own gauze on anybody else. Jesse sighs, tossing it over to Cherry before standing up, having finished with Angela's wound. "get your own gauze next time." she complains, wiping her hands off on her flannel.
"you can make it in back room. But one once" she says, sitting in the place where Shaun had sat.
Ghabiun jumps down from the bed in the back room and exits the RV, sniffing around before stopping and staring at Shaun.
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Cassius stands there, still and angry, both of his eyes open as he stares hard at him.
This was the first time Cassius's scarred eye had been open around Jax. His eyeball was scarred over with a thin layer of white-ish skin-like scar tissue. His black pupil showed through the scar tissue, looking as if it were broken like an egg's yolk and leaked out from the top and bottom creating a messy, cat-like vertical slit of an iris.
Where the scar ran through his eye, there were no eyelashes and a chunk of his eyelid was gone, showing more of his eyeball than there should be showing.
He stays there with his arms crossed, staring him down as Jax continues to make excuses for his mistake.
Most serial killers had bad upbringings. But do they get to complain about their childhoods in court before they went to jail? Did that excuse them for what they did? Hell no.
Cassius thought of this as the exact same way.
Any other time Cassius would pity him but it didn't phase him right now. Only making him more frustrated.
"i dont care whether or not you feel bad about it. You expect me to care about your shitty childhood? I care about the fact that you can't man up enough to own up to it!I I can tell nobody raised you right. You've made me plenty aware of that now." he states "But i didn't expect you to run off with your tail in between your legs like your own damn dog the second someone's pissed!" he says, stepping aside to let Jax through. Physical altercations wouldn't do anything in favor of either of them. Other than maybe a few busted bones and black eyes.
He watches as Jax leaves, following him and the dog downstairs as he breathes hard, even breaths. "you wanna leave go ahead. But i didn't say i wanted you gone. Don't make your life hard just because you can't handle a little bit of rejection" he says before Jax shuts the door in in his face.
He lets out a heavy sigh, his hands on his hips as he turns around to head up stairs.
Cassius sees his daughter standing behind him, tears in her eyes as she clutches her mothers doll to her chest. He immediately kneels down to her, his scarred eye still open. She was used to it and most of the time she would laugh at him and call it gross. Fia was never scared of it though, she just saw it as different.
He looks over her teary eyes and the doll. He reaches up and swipes a hair out of her face calmly "hey baby why aren't you upstairs?" he asks, looking up to her know.
Fia sniffles "you guys were yelling….." she answers him "why did he leave?" her big brown eyes shift over to the front door where Jax had left then to her father.

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Ryuu keeps a watchful eye out like a dog after hearing a rabbit squeal a few yards away. Until he sees a man about the size of the eiffel tower make his way up the steps and stopping at the level platform in front of them before toppling back down and hitting his head. Ryuu slaps his hands over his mouth with a gasp as he watches his fall, his eyes wide as saucers; only to gasp again when he perks his head back up.
He looks around for his gun, grabbing it beside him and opening the zipper. Panic rises when he's not able to open it immediately. He pulls his rifle out, already loaded and points it at the man. Ryuu was never one to "judge a book by its cover" but nowadays, you could never be too safe.
He levels it out on his knee though isn't able to get even a good look at the guy, his vision still blurry. He doesn't say anything, leaving the talking up to Frenchie. She seemed like more of the confrontational type anyway.
(sorry Ryuus post is short. Dont wanna do too much without yall)

Angela started to chill out after a minute of peace before realizing that jesse was done poking and prodding so she straightened out and looked at pip before rolling her eyes "oh yeah next time i have a run in with a bunch of gun welding idiots, all while i only have a machete ill be sure to get myself killed trying to steal their shit, gracias por el consejo perra."

Jax turned to look back at Cass, his hand on the doorknob. “I will talk to you when I don’t feel threatened for my life. Why don’t you go do what I am doing and go think about what you have just said and then re-evaluate.” He hissed, slamming the door in Cass’ face. That’s when the sobbing started. It was hard to swallow. A ball of emotion had built up in his throat. He wasn’t sure he could show his face here again. After all, he made a complete fool of himself. Jax walked off the porch, feeling like he was being watched. Shivers ran up his spine and he saw that his hands were shaking. He wiped them off on his pants, trying to get them to stop shaking. Phoenix nuzzled his leg, but he shooed her away. She whimpered, lagging behind Jax in fear of making him snap. The wind had picked up, drenching the air coolness. A coolness that was not helpful to Jax. His clothes were still wet and in combination with the cool air, it sucked all the warmth out of him. Jax stumbled into the forest, swiping at his face to get rid of the tears. He admired the trees and how their new, green leaves had just come in. He adored Spring and the new growth it brought. Baby birds sang in their nests, awaiting their mother to feed them. The bugs chirped and hopped around the grass carefree. But Jax couldn’t be carefree, no. He was stuck struggling with his emotions and thoughts. He was stuck trying to soothe himself. He was stuck with Cass’ bastard words that felt empty with no real meaning.

Jax leaned against a tree, sliding down it and sitting on the soft grass of the forest. Phoenix came up to her owner, wagging her tail, and nuzzled Jax. She wanted him to feel better and cheer up. But Jax only sent her away in anger. Phoenix sat afar from Jax, watching her owner as the chilly air slowly sucked the life out of him. She watched as he started to tremble and hiccough from his sobs. All Phoenix could do was watch, since Jax wouldn’t let her near him. She was temped to go get help from the scary man, but he hurt her owner. She wasn’t about to bring him back into all of this. All she could hope for was that the scary man calmed down and notice that her best friend let some of his stuff there. Maybe that would prompt the scary man to look for her owner. She knew her owner would last long out here. Not without warmth.

Jax had sat below an acorn tree. Squirrels threw acorn shell down from the tree, and they hit Jax on the head. He heard their mean chatter, throwing more shells down to the forest floor. He, however, was stuck in his own mind. He relayed the scene over and over again, trying to win his argument while appealing to Cass’ standards. It didn’t happen. Not once. Jax drew his knees to his chest, curling his arms around his legs. He really was a screw-up, no doubt about it. Jax closed his eyes, tired of seeing the sun’s light. It made him anxious. But he couldn’t calm his mind, and he shivered with each breath the wind blew over him.

A little groan came too close for Phoenix's liking. She took her eyes away from her owner and sniffed the crisp air. Zombie— Phoenix padded over to where the scent was coming from, and she was face to face with a zombie. This zombie was too close to her owner. It's over all look was— torn, but Phoenix could use that to her advantage. She bit into the zombie's leg, bringing to down to the ground. She promptly pounced on it, making it sure it wouldn't be able to hurt her owner.

Jesse whips her head around to Angela's words, glaring down at her. "Call me bitch, i'll call you dinner. estúpido de mierda" She says to her, flipping her off
(short lil reply for Angela and her sassy lil self ^^)

"Guys… c-can you stop fighting?" Peregrine pleaded softly, opening his eyes a little more to look up at them with blurry vision. He looked down at his hands, which were throbbing by now and still liked red and hot with infection. His fever was going steady as well, and he generally just looked like he was getting worse. He felt awful, and all the fighting was just making his head hurt.

(Lmao yes!)

Angela rolled her eyes "i speak the truth i don't sugar coat it just because it may hurt someone, you said something stupid so i let you know." The smug glare on her face showed that she was pleased with jesse's response she looked down pip fo a moment before shaking her head "well i- fine yes we will stop fighting i promise."

Jesse couldn't believe the guts in some of these people. Angela had come to her for help and shelter and Jesse gave it to her. Jesse thought they should be groveling on their knees and kissing her feet as they beg for Jesse to let them stay here.
Meanwhile, they act like they own the damn place and didn't even ask if they could stay.
A terrible thought crosses her mind and she dances around the idea for a minute, amused by how they would react if Jesse kicked them out and went on her way with Pip, leaving Shaun and Angela on their own.
She lets out a small laugh at the thought. Jesse genuinely couldn't care less about Angela or Shaun, but she didn't want to leave them before at least looting first. Steal what they have then let them die.
Sounded like a perfect plan to her.

Cherry let out a small nervous laugh at Jesse's not so much of a joke, cause truthfully it was surprising. She had played hide and seek with the zombies, running behind the shelves of the empty pharmacy and waiting to get a good angle on them, before stabbing their brains out. The last one had given her a little more trouble and a little more would have meant her death. Which was probably not that funny, but it seemed that recently with all the people she had run into, she liked to muse them more, as that meant they would be less angry, even if it meant that the joke was at her expense.
"Don't worry, I'll be an expert on hunting zombies before you know it" She smiled, mostly to herself, wondering if she even had a shot at that, or if she'd die fighting for her life.
Cherry grabbed the beans and took a knife she had on her, cleaning the knife off as best as she could. It wasn't the one she used to kill the zombies with, but one she had found recently. It wasn't the most sanitized knife either, but it did the trick.
After opening the can, which she most definitely struggled with, she looks at Pip.
"Do you think you can sit him up for a moment? I'd like him to eat before he passes out" Cherry said to Angela who seemed to be a little snappy with Jesse, though, Cherry, once again, said nothing. Mostly just ignoring anything problematic.
Before Angela can answer, Jesse tosses over the gauze, which didn't seem happy to do so.
"Thank you… and I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you" Cherry says softly, eyes on Jesse as she sits down, then looking away to attend to the kid, as if there was no bickering to be heard.
"Can I see your hands?" Cherry asks Pip gently.
Cherry didn't have anything to disinfect with and asking Jesse seemed like a little much right now, so until she could go back out there and find something useful like rubbing alcohol and more bandages, this was going to have to do. Maybe she'd ask Angela to go with her as she seemed pretty tough and could handle herself pretty well…sort of.

(I like how Jesse plans to keep Pip in her fantasy lol)
(Down to be an adoptive mother but not to have friends)
(She probably likes the idea of forming his little impressionable brain tbh)
Peregrine's head started bobbing a bit as he struggled to stay conscious, but he still forced himself to look up when Cherry addressed him directly. He groaned softly, trying to sit up properly, and offered his hands out to Cherry. He didn't know what she planned to do with them, exactly, but he was too delirious and exhausted to think about it anyways. Dog Man Jim sat in his lap since he wasn't holding onto him anymore.

"Mmnh… are you gonna fix 'em? Do we gotta am… apmu… uhm…" He blinked slowly a couple times, squinting as he tried to recall the word he was looking for. "Puteate it? Apu… mutate."

(haha Jesse won't leave a child with Angela and Shaun! XD)
(and yes, she hopes to make a mini Jesse >:)

Jesse keeps her hazel eyes on Cherry, liking the sentence "ill make it up to you" implying she was going to gain something from this.
It was always nice to know when you got something out of doing something to help others. Though Jesse rarely helped someone if she knew she would get nothing out of it.
"yeah yeah, we talk later" she says with a wave of her large hand.
She looks to Pip, obviously very amused by his fear and naivety "yeah ill have to do it because i have bigger knife" she says, pulling the machete from her belt loop and setting it on the table in front of them. "you ready to lose your hands?"

Peregrine's eyes widened when Jesse pulled out a machete and he quickly hid his hands again, clearly unwilling to expose them again if Jesse was going to try and chop them off. His eyes stung with tears and he curled in on himself, whining. Great, now he was scared and would need a good amount of coaxing to willingly allow his hands to be treated. He kept his eyes firmly on the machete as though he expected it to come to life and chop off his hands itself.

Angela looked at her in disbelief and instinctively pulled pip closer to her "no! We are not cutting his hands of! What is wrong with you fucking psychopath! Pip she was joking yournot goingto lose yourhands" (Sorry im tired that was short asf)

(nah you're good lol)
Jesse rolls her eyes "you cannot take a joke lady" she says, her hand gripping the machete as it lay on the table, her eyes staring into her eyes now.
Angela was really getting on her nerves and there was no way Jesse was about let this annoying ass person stay in her life any more than she had. And she hoped she would be able to get her out of it soon. Maybe Ghabiun will surprise her and attack Angela and maybe even Shaun while he was at it.
She wishes.
"you have no fun. I should put bullet back in your leg" Jesse says to her, her mood having faded within seconds.

Angela rolled her eyes "many if you actually told funny jokes people would laugh he obviously didn't fine it funny, and you act as if putting the bullet back in my leg would be worse than whatever the fuck you jus did to it."

Jesse nods, putting the machete out and standing up "bet" she says, pulling her pistol out and pointing it at Angela's leg where he bullet had been. "You want to test the one who helps you and see what happens" she says, spitting at her, letting her spit land on her face.

Peregrine whimpered and huddled up more, not liking the machete getting anywhere near him, and also not liking the fighting resuming. He kept his hands tucked close to his chest, still not convinced that Jesse wouldn't try to cut them off despite Angela's assurances. His parents weren't exactly the joking type, and he was only five, so he wasn't particularly inclined to take jokes like that very well. He fully believed that Jesse was going to amputate his hands. He hid his face, trembling in the chair.