Sebastian wandered into a neighborhood. There was the stray zombie here and there, but it was mostly quiet. He could probably find a home to crash in for the night. He started forwards, making sure to take paths with higher visibility and fewer zombies to get through. Sebastian started trying doors. Several were unlocked, but he figured that meant zombies could be in there. He then came across a locked one. He looked over his shoulder to make sure no zombies were on his trail, and started working with the lock using a hairpin and a tiny screwdriver.
Something was messing with Damien's door. There was a small scratching sound that almost sounded like tiny claws tapping the lock on the door. He made sure that his curtains were shut before quietly running into the kitchen, grabbing a small pistol from the cabinet underneath the sink. Damien then returned to the entrance of his house, ducking behind his couch and aiming the pistol at the door. His hands were shaking, but hopefully he'd be able to kill the zombie that was just outside.
Sebastian felt the lock turn and click. He checked behind him once more and went to open the door, unaware that anyone was inside. He leaned back against the door and locked it again.
Sol started watching the girl again not sure whether to be confused or scared. The girl started looking around and when her eyes swept over her house, she ducked down again.
Rune set her shotgun down beside her. She was only able to get a weeks worth of food from next door. "What am I gonna do?" She put face in her hands. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you Noah." she reminisced about her brother.
Promise was locked in her room, reading a huge stack of books. She pushed her glasses up and rose from her spot on her bed. Taking a deep breath, she took a knife from her dresser and tucked it into her sleeve. She had to go to the store. She was direly low on food. Maybe she could pick up more books on the way.
Logan was in his own little room by himself. He needed supplies but the zombies outside made it very difficult to get anything. He looked out his window, checking for zombies, and saw only a few. Well, not too bad then He gathered supplies to make sure he could fight if needed. Hopefully though, he could avoid the zombies.
Promise stepped out of the house, making her gait as distinctive as the zombies. The blade of the knife grazed her forearm, reassuring her.
Sol eventually stopped staring out the window at the girl and went to grab a well-made sword and attach it and it's sheath to her belt. She put her boots on and hurried out the door, running to Wal-Mart, I need food and toiletries. She thought cutting through an zombie that she passed.
Eira jumped as a girl suddenly shot out of the house bristling as she rushed down the street. Eira cursed, realizing the noise had probably just drawn the attention of any zombies in the area. She made a run for the house the girl had just left, shutting the door and locking it.
Rune got up from her bed. “There’s a gas station nearby, I want to at least make it through the month.” She sighed. She put her boots back on and grabbed her shotgun. “Let’s do this.” She slipped out the front door.
Promise also wanted to - crashing into a girl, she stumbled backward and blinked, bewildered.
Sol stumbled as someone ran into her, she fell back but quickly regained her balance, pulled out her sword and faced the girl in a fighting stance, her sword in front of her, "Who are you?" She questioned.
Logan made his way outside, slowly and carefully. He looked left and right, keeping a hand on his weapons, just in case. He really didn't want to use them. He saw two girls- not zombies- and relaxed a little. He warily walked towards them to try and hear what they were talking about.
As Rune was heading to the gas station she spotted two…no three zombies close by. She pushed her body against a house and carefully got closer. Then to her surprise she saw that they weren’t zombies but survivors.
"What? Oh. Um. I'm Promise. I'm not gonna kill you." Promise smiled wryly.
Rune didn't know if she should approach them or leave now before they see her.
"Oh, hey. There's another person over there too!" Promise waved sporadically.
Rune froze. Craaaaaap. Why is she waving so much?
Promise motioned for the person to join them.
Rune cautiously walked up. She held her shotgun behind her back.
"Hello!" Promise chirped. "I'm not gonna hurt you." She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
Rune still had her doubts but did her best to hide them.
"Honestly. Do I look like someone who's gonna hurt you?" Promise offered the person a little smile. "I'm Promise."
Sol stood up straight, sword still out, her eyes narrowed, “I’m Solstice,”
"Rune," she averted making eye contact.
She studied the girl then finally put her sword back into its sheath.
Logan looked at the girls. There were more survivors than he had thought. He hadn't been noticed yet, thankfully, and listened to them introduce each other. They didn't seem dangerous, but Logan couldn't trust them yet. He stood silently in his spot and peered over his shoulder periodically to make sure no one was sneaking up on him.
Rune lightened her grip on the shotgun seeing how they didn't seem too dangerous.
Promise twisted her hair around her finger. "So. I'm assuming you all need supplies? You can bunk with me if you need to. I was going to the store and the library. Hoping to snag a computer. If the zombies haven't taken them already, you know." Her eyes were bright.
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