((I didn't start RPing yet! And I never said "killed a zombie in one shot".))

((can i ping more than one user at once?


COOL! Never mind :) ))

((Yes. Type on the first username and add a coma and type in the second user's. Like this: Crystal25152, Sarahbug1020)) You figured it out!

Edit- Was typing this while you were editing your post.

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Please Read This First Paragraph Everyone!!




(( Crystal25152 I know you didn't start yet but when you do, make sure it takes more then one blow to the zombies Head before it is actually dead. I have been having promblems when i read a few other peoples reply (Coradraw and Dunefairy) That there characters seem to over powering to the zombies. Zombies are suppose to seem really dangerous. You can't go running around killing them for sport because You Will Die. You have to sneak and if they do see you the best option is to Run, thats how dangerous there suppose to be. ))

Avia was proud of her outfit choice. Not only was she flexible in it, the sweater would help keep her warm when it gets cold outside. Which that should be anytime now. It was late Fall and the ground and air were definitely a lot cooler then it was last month. At the mention of shoes the other girl laughed. That was the first time Avia had heard somebody laugh in awhile and it made her giggle a little to. It felt good to talk to somebody. She was glad she risked her life to come over here.

Avia smiled when the girl made hand signals to follow. She hoped that meant this girl had an extra pair of shoes. Avia walked back into the bedroom with this girl and watched the girl walk over to the closet were the girl pulled out boxes of shoes. Avia pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming, it had been awhile ago that something good like this had actually happened to her in real life.

Avia advanced on the shoes when the girl took a few steps back. She knew she wanted a pair of tennis shoes so that dwindled her options. She kneeled down and started to go through the shoes. Her eyes caught a pair that was black and green. Green had always been her favorite color. She pulled the shoes out and looked at the size. They were a tad to big but nothing she couldn't fix by tightening the shoes laces.

Avia stood up and showed the pair of shoes to the girl. Again she didn't want to take anything to precious. These tennis shoes still had a lot of traction on the bottom and that was worth something in this new found world. Finding shoes in local shoe stores around town was dangerous. Sometimes zombies get stuck in the stores and have been deprived of food a week or so. So when you go in there extra hungry and ready to tear you'r face off.

( Ah, okay sorry about that Xo )

((A Guide to Killing Zombies How do I delete things from reading list?))

Tartarus was watching out the window of the gloomy street full of zombies. "3.14159265358979323..." She mumbled to herself. "That's not going to help this invasion!" She yelled to no one in particular. She went up stairs and looked out. She sensed something was a bit wrong. Just something. She went back down and unbolted the iron door and peeked out. No zombies, yet. She thought. She took out her trusty gun. At least 5 hits until it actually kills a zombie, unless she replaced it with the knife bullets. It was a long gun, more like a rifle. But that's how she liked it. Slipping outside, she went in the shadows to a door. ((Dune fairy's Orange Blossom and Dal's Sebastian in it.)) I smelled just a very tiny faint scent of blood. I looked at the door and studied it. It opened about...about 30 minutes ago and two people went in. Two..boys. I could tell from the way the footsteps were stepped. And the door... ((Hey, I'm no Sherlock, so bear with me.)) She knocked lightly on the door.

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Conner was hunting for leftover food that the zombies had not taken. So far, only a bag of soggy bread. He sighed. He should be having better luck in the woods. He lived in the woods. He hunted in these very woods. So why couldn't he find anything to eat? Because of the zombies. He thought simply. Her heard moaning. "Not those d*mned zombies!" He hissed. Raising his axe, he prepared for the attackers. Only a couple this time. He could handle it, right? He gulped. The first two came forward. He swung the axe at both of them. He did this again, to make sure. He turned around quickly, cutting off the heads of two more. He was lucky that there were only a couple. He kept swinging his axe until he was sure that there was no more zombies that could harm him.

Archer scowled at Sebastian, and ran back down the stairs, in a rush. "Heat the water. Heat the water. Heat the water. What should I use?? The stove doesn't work and we have no matches!!" Archer decided to go get some wood and matches from outside. He grabbed his bow and arrow from the wall, and ran out the door, hurriedly.
He scurried across the lawn, soared over the fence, and ran for the grocery store. He encountered many zombies on the way, and killed them with ease long distance. They were attracted to him because he had the smell of Orange Blossom's blood on him.
When he arrived at the grocery store, he ran in, searched for what seemed to be a millenia, and found some matches and a few pieces of wood.
He ran back to Orange Blossom's house, encountering no zombies, leaped over the fence once more, and ran into the house to boil the water. He drew the matches from his pocket, placed the wood down, and lit it. He placed the pot of water over the fire, and when it was done boiling, ran upstairs, hoping Sebastian would be satisfied.

Ania sighed looking at the blood spill. She couldn't make out any images in the blood and brain mess. She turned around and smiled at the blood covered Zeck. " You know you never told me your name... " she said, brushing some hair back.

Zeck looked at her. " Zeck...my name is Zeck... " He raised both his hands and looked at his claws, not rusting, that's a good sign. He looked back at Ania and his face pale. ******, he thought.
A huge horde of zombies had appeared from no where, well, what seemed like no where. Zeck waved towards himself. " Ana come over here " he said carmly, hoping not to draw attention to themselves.
Ania looked at Zeck confused. " Why? And my name is Ania, not Ana, got it? A-N-I-A, Ania... " she put her hands on her hips, dropping her bat in the proccess. She turned round and picked it up and Zeck instantly looekd away. That skirt is DEFENTLY to short! he thought to himself.

When Ania looked back up she saw a horde of zombies, some had died still holding weapones. " ******! " she screamed, making all the zombies look at her.

Tartarus started knocking louder. She saw a boy...what's his name again? Oh yes! Archer. "Archer!" She hissed. And the other boy named Seth, no Sebastion. "People, let me in!" She said, gritting her teeth. She got out a lock pick and began picking the lock. The lock clicked open. She went upstairs. She saw a girl and boy. Probably Sebastion. She instantly realized what happened. Probably fell and got conked out. Tartarus knew she needed hot water. Tartarus went a sink that barely worked. She poured the water in a small bowl and light up one of her many matches. She handed the boy the water. "Need this?" She said, without expression. That girl should be fine. She recalled some patients that were on the verge of death, but this girl was not.

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Conner had just reached his log cabin. To his horror, he found zombies in it. The food! He thought. Gripping his axe, he charged in. That was foolish. Very foolish. With amazing speed, he swung his axe around and around until all of the zombies' brains oozed all around. On the floor, he found a young girl. Dead. Picking the limp body out, he thought. People are dying every day! He got a shovel and started digging a grave for her. After he was done, he laid down the girl in the hole and started covering it up. He turned around to the trail to town. He started running. Another dumb move, Stark! Now you've attracted all the zombies in town! He thought. Then, a wave of zombies came to him. "Oh no..." He moaned. He was getting tired, but he went on. Swinging his axe, he couldn't take any more. There had to be at least...20 zombies! He knew he wouldn't survive, unless he had luck. He started running, swinging his axe slower. He found a open door. Tartarus's house. He burst through the foot and locked it tight. He gasped for breath.