forum The Sickness, Zombie Apocalypse RP (OPEN)

Started April 21, 2018 by shurikenwolfbadass_13

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Name: Naomi Justin
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Exploring, (Pansexual/Panromantic)
Age: 16
Personality: Nerdy and creative, very laid back.
Looks: (Below, roughly what she looks like, snagged it off internet)

Gear: (Remember, you get to choose one melee weapon and one outfit, and you start with a pocketknife and an empty backpack for default.) She has a whip (Gymnast, first place five years running)
Talents: Gymnastics, is a contortionist (She can bend her body every which way. She can place herself in abnormal and awkward positions easily is what I mean.)

March woke up under a hotel bed, to come face to face with a dead man, it's skull collapsed, with various puncture wounds on it's face.
"Oh shit!" He lifted his bat, before he realized what was happening. His eyes drifted to its throat. A bite mark? This one was one of the infected. He actually remembered killing it before he passed out. He rolled from under the bed, careful not to snag his bat in the bed, or himself, if he did, God only knew he'd be infected, what with all the fire on it. He surveyed the area on guard. Nut instead of infected, he came face to face with a bunch of people, littered across the room. Their breathing told him that they were alive.

Naomi woke up, dizzy. "I-Is anyone here?" she mumbled, groaning.

Marcoh approached the young girl.
"I'm, I'm here… Are you alright?"

"I-I-I think so… I can't move…." she groaned.

"What can I get you?" He asked , keeping on guard. He wanted to trust this girl, but this might well be a trick. He kept wary… Anyone here could be an enemy.

"Um… don't worry, mainly my shoulders and right leg are dislocated… It happens a lot. Can you just pop them back into place?"

"Ah, sure." He kneeled, hefting his bat over his shoulder , careful not to prick himself, and popped them back. Someone stirred, he was on his feet almost inhumanity quick.

"Also, don't worry about the dislocation. I'm a contortionist, so I can wake up with any and every limb in a weird position. It doesn't hurt, just annoying."

"Alright." He offered her his hand, wondering how they all got here. His memory was a bit murky.

She took the strange man's hand and stood up. "What's your name?" she asked.

"Marcoh… And you?" He inquired , heading towards the door. He checked to see if it was locked, and then looked through the peephole.
"Two infected in the hallway, they don't look like trouble though. One's missing a jaw, and one's got a hole in it's torso." Still, it was best not to engage them.

"Um…. N-Naomi." she said, stuttering. She never was into meeting new people.

"Nice to meet you, Nsomi." He said, in a whisper. Someone else stirred.

Naomi jumped. She was already freaked out enough.

"I'm gonna look for a few things… By the looks of it, my bag's empty… Hit something if anything is wrong, okay?" He said walking into the bathroom. He took the basic hygiene supplies, toothbrush, toothpaste, comb, the little soaps, and of course, toilet paper, still holding his bat.

Naomi followed. She realized that she had a whip on her.

Marcoh moved on, letting Naomi take her share of the hygiene supplies, and headed to the fridge, where he found a few tiny vodkas. He took these too.

Naomi took what she knew would last longest. She then proceeded to the living area, where she found some peanuts and eighty dollars.

Marcoh moved on to the pantry. Not much there, except a few packs of ramen and a bag of dried fruit. He took those.