Ania shook her head. " I don't need a weapon...if you shout and spot a zombie I can just sprint for it or clime a bit higher... " she said, smiling at him. " Plus a weapon would slow me down... " she added as she started opening the door.

Conner smiled. "If you're sure." He said. "Go for it!" He told her. "And watch out!" He added. Gah... Why did he feel protective of Ania?! Meh... Weird.

Ania smiled at him. " Course I'm sure...and I'll be quick! " she said, starting to go to where the front door would be. A thought then occured to her, how high up was the lowest windowstill?

((...uh, not much to say...))

Avia looked down at her feat and wiggled her toes. "I use to walk around all the time bare footed. It helps you be quiet.. " She explained a little embarressed. She walked across the porch and jumped off the side landing lightly on her toes. She again was glad her mom had forced her to take up ballerina. It helped with her agility and grace.

(Um... Thanks for leaving me behind guys. Four pages! Really? o()o. )

>_< Well...

Name: Vapuravartamanebhyah Strat < Vapuravartamanebhyah is a real name. T.T He has a name he rather be called by, which is Owen.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
History: His father was obsessed with Native Americans and all that, though he wasn't Native or anything. He gave Vapuravartamanebhyah his 20-Letter name because his dad knew that it meant he was supposed to be a philosopher....and desire freedom. No one at school really talked to him... He didn't really know why. Maybe because of his name. His mom was drowned when he was 10 on a cruise. His dad was at work, oh yeah, his dad was an archeologist. Their house was full of weird stuff. When his dad found about the news, he killed himself, leaving Vapuravartamanebhyah alone. He took all his dad' stuff and sold them off, earning $3,796 in all. That, of course, gave him enough to eat and maybe a place to stay. But, he wasn't old enough to buy a house or anything. So, he stored all of it in his dad'a bank account. After that, he traveled to foster homes and that. But while he was there, one of the other foster kids mistook him as an escaped murderer that had recently killed many. So, surprisingly, he was unfairly sent to jail. He was released when he was 14. He really did want freedom in that jail time and acted like a philosopher. He ran into the forest and lived there. When the zombie invasion happened 4 years later... Well, didn't really affect him too much...
Personality:
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Favorite Weapon: A knife thing he found... The blade is 1 Ft. long and handle is 3 inches. So, in all, the thing is 15 inches.

( I'm sorry ToT )

Shadow nodded and followed her. " Your quite graceful " he said, smiling at her jumping. " Did you do gymnastics or dancing? " he asked. Thinking that could be the only way she was light on her feet.

Ducking into a shadow she smiled slightly. "I use to be a ballerina." She said and blushed slightly embarresed. Ballerinas were lame in a way and she had really wished to be a hip hop street dancer. She loved the way they moved and did a a all those fancy tricks. "Your not making to much noise yourself." She said and crossed a another driveway. She stand Ed into he shadows from another porch and waited often him to join her. She kinda wanted to know how he was so quiet.

(Your character is accepted but I would like it if you shortened his name. I can't even imagine a way to pronounce that. Name him Rick or something... )

((Gave him a nickname... In a way. Owen.))