forum There are Eyes Everywhere //Large apocalyptic group roleplay //OPEN//

Started December 12, 2023 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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"Nobody is alone. Not here anyway. There's always someone around. Rotting or not."

The outbreak's been going on for only 6 months and by that time, it's feeling almost impossible to find anyone whos not trying to eat you. Human or not. The worlds a scary place and not just the zombies are the ones you should be scared of.

So first things first. This is going to be a decently big group roleplay that I've been dying to start for a good while now.
These zombies are your average, typical zombies. Just like the walking dead.
Take out the brain, take out the zombie. Easy as that. They're heavily attracted to sound, so try your best to be quiet and fast.
They're easy to take out with just a few if you know what you're doing. If you don't…you're screwed with just one bite. Its very easy to be overwhelmed by them in numbers.
Cities are where they gather the most, though forests are their second option. They'll eat anything live they can get their hands on.
That's it about the zombies, as if you're here, you most likely know just about everything else. Any questions, you can ask me anyhow.

For the humans. As said before, they're not all friendly. The smart ones have trust issues and don't hesitate to kill. The desperate are a little too trusting and just want company. The loneliness drives them insane.
There are multiple groups, all of them think they're the good guys in their own eyes. To others they're either potential allies or enemies.
We decide who is who.
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⇻Rules⇺

First things first. I can say no. For any reason.

I don't put up with unnecessarily short responses. I get it if there's nothing more to say but that's about it. Don't just put in what they're saying. Put in what they're feeling, thinking, senses of all kinds. Three sentences at the very least. If your replies are unreasonable, and consistently short, I will call it out.

There will be romance. Take smut and stuff to the pms please if there is any.

There will be gore, violence, and mention of triggering topics. Specifically with the mention of triggering topics, put a TW at the beginning of your post.
triggers include: Mention of SA in any way shape or form, mental illness, self harm or the action of any of these things.
As for violence and gore. do the same thing please. Just put like a ///gore warning/// thing at the beginning or before the gore happens in bold and youre good.

You may have 4 characters max. You can add them in any time in the roleplay. So take advantage of that and have fun

With the character sheets. Links are welcomed for appearance. Even if you do have a link, please give us a heavy description of your character's appearance. You don't have to be super detailed on personality; we will find that out in the roleplay as we write together. If you don't know what details to put in your character appearance go off of mine. You don't have to ofc.

I think that's all for the rules. I will ask for a writing sample of yours if I'm not familiar with your writing.

Here's the character sheet

must be human! no elves or anything this is semi realism. think walking dead.

Name:
Age:
Gender/pronouns:
Sexuality:
Shipping:
Appearance: (height and weight must be included)
Personality: (optional)
Backstory: (also optional)
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Name: Jesse Nadhi (pronounced Jessy.
Age: 25
Gender/pronouns: female she\her
Sexuality: lesbian
Shipping: possible but unlikely
Appearance:
Ive got these paintings of her i did :3 these are linked to my Instagram
https://www.instagram.com/p/vJmQyqOv3L/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igshid=MjM0N2Q2NDBjYg==her with her wife Zander

https://www.instagram.com/p/t9iM3Rr7lM/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igshid=MjM0N2Q2NDBjYg==

https://www.instagram.com/p/lCPJzzOIkp/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igshid=MjM0N2Q2NDBjYg== This one is showing off more of her face. this is an older one. her skin is just a tad darker than this, nose a little bigger and eyes a little meaner looking. she often can pass as a man given her size and facial structure. she scary

She stands tall at 6’4” and Weighing roughly 220 lbs. Jesse has a muscular build with broad shoulders and a good bit of definition in her muscles but she's not shredded by any means. she looks like a very large man.
She has darker skin (as seen in the paintings above) with green eyes and a caramel faded color along the rim of her irises and she's got thick brown eyelashes that aren't that long. Her eyes are slanted into a mean glare constantly and her thick bushy browns are always pushed together as if she's always pissed off. which most of the time she is. Her lips are thick and darker, her cupids bow is more prominent and her skin is dotted with moles and freckles. She has a beautiful large Roman nose that's slightly downturned with a thick black septum ring, and no other piercings. She has a small tattoo of a semi-colon on the side of her neck as well.
Her jawline is thicker and defined, more sharp squarish and her cheeks are prominent.
Jesse is part Arabic part German. She has a THICK German accent and a low, raspy voice. some of the time it's a little hard to understand her and she mostly speaks German when she is alone. it's very obvious English isn't her first language.
She has a wolf cut going on with thick dark brown hair that she sometimes slicks back, with water or blood. depends on what she has on hand at the moment and if its accidental or not lol. She has a dark green bandana on her at all times be it on her arm or pulling her hair out of her face.

Personality: (optional)
She likes socializing, but isnt very good at it, as she comes across as mean and crude in a lot of her words and actions. Jesse is playful but again, in kind of a rude way. She doesn’t get along with others much. She isn't very likable.
Once you get to know her, she's protective and easy to hang around, not caring what anybody thinks of her. She isn't the most trusting and her morals are non-existent. You try to get in her way, she will do everything in her power to get you out of the picture. She has a very hard time expressing love and will do it in only ways she understands.
Her love languages! i would divide these up into giving and receiving but they're the same thing for her.
acts of service (bringing you things you need to survive, trinkets she finds, giving you a gun or any weapon) touch but doesn't do well receiving touch. Quality time

Backstory: all you need to know is she is looking for her wife, who is most likely dead. Zander, seen in the pictures above, but here is another one of her haha

https://www.instagram.com/p/u19d1VsNxR/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igshid=MjM0N2Q2NDBjYg==

She also has a dog Ghabiun (pronounced Ha-Bean)
he is a cane corso she saved from a dog fighting ring and is massive. have a looksie
https://pin.it/55dloq

Edit: to clean up the rp and make it easier for you to find them, I'm putting all of my characters right here

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now that we have more people here is my oldest and most beloved character, Min-Hyuk
I hope you guys love him as much as I do (not possible)

Tw: scars
Name: Min-Hyuk Youn
Age: 28
Gender/pronouns: male he/him
Sexuality: bisexual
Shipping: possible but hes just a menace so we’ll see if anyone even likes him
Appearance: (height and weight must be included)
Min-Hyuk stands at 5'11 and he weighs 180lbs and his ethnicity is korean
Before I continue, here are some paintings of mine I did of him linked to my Instagram profile

https://www.instagram.com/p/0IVw4Xs9tb/?img_index=1

https://www.instagram.com/p/xkDpQOMNkZ/?img_index=3 (him with Jesse's wife Zander 0,0 scroll to see a closeup plz I'm vv proud of it)
https://www.instagram.com/p/ziITyRssar/?img_index=1Him with a buzz

https://www.instagram.com/p/0SC4PnvCxF/

alirghty and for those who didn't see my paintings, or are just super awesome and you're reading this anyway, (I love you) here's the rest of his physical description
He's decently fit but not absolutely jacked lol he has more of a triangular build with broad shoulders, wider biceps and your average size hands. He looks like a little gym rat, which I wouldn't put that past him.
His skin is a darker olive tone with scars here and there, nothing too crazy. He has no freckles, but he has a small, dark brown beauty mark below his right eye. His eyes have a strong slant to them, the outer corners slanting up and his iris' are a mirror-like grey but often seen as black unless in the sun or very well-lit places. He has tired looking eyes with dark circles around them, though the skin around his eyes is naturally a darker, more saturated color.
Min-Hyuk has a larger nose, slanting a little upwards with a soft, yet prominent bump along his bridge. He has both sides of his nostril pierced with long spikes connecting each other over his bridge with a silver chain. He has his septum pierced as well, decorated with a longer, spiked ring.
He has small silver rings littering his ear and gauges about 19mm everything else on his ears is either 14g or 16g for the smaller ones.
His lips are plump and dark, with only a slight hint of pink to them and he has a microform cleft lit he never had surgery on (on his right side)
Min has snake bites on the bottom side of his lips, with two smaller spikes curling around his lips, though they rotate often. All of his piercings are 14g
His face shape is more circular/square, with prominent cheekbones that rest high on his face and a slick jawline. From his neck down to a part of his chest and all of his left arm down to his wrist, he has a beehive kind of pattern tattoo that's black but has a little bit of fade. He also has a tramp stand of the words "his bitch" in cursive above his waistline that you might be able to catch a glimpse of from time to time. Min-Hyuk also has a heavily detailed, black tattoo of a long ass centipede along his spine, ending at the tramp stamp on one end and crawling up into his hair. If he didn't have his hair grown out you could see it crawling up the back of his scalp, with heads on both sides.
Min-Hyuk's hair is a beautiful wavy mess of a long wolfcut going past his shoulders, ending around the middle of his shoulder blades, having grown out during the past year, and is raven black, having a sort of blue shine to it in bright light. With the wolf cut, unlike Jesse's, he has very wavy bangs and a lot of volume to his hair, especially nowadays when its a little greasy. He has thick, dark black brows with a slit on his right side.
You can normally catch Min-Hyuk wearing almost anything, maybe rocking a crop-top hoodie now and again, but normally black cargo pants with chains hanging from the belt. He carries a pistol and an assortment of pocket knives he's rather fond of. He wears heavy-duty working boots with steel toes and as far as tops go, anything from hoodies, wife beater tanks, to t-shirts and sweaters. ill be writing exactly what he's wearing at all times though and probably provide links as well (and you can do the same!)
he wears a good bit of silver chain like jewelry and silver rings, and his nails are painted black or drawn on with sharpie most likely and lastly he has his nips pierced with silver spikes on each side

Personality: (optional)
oh youll see
Backstory: tbd

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Name: Zander Nadhi
Age: 25
Gender/pronouns: she/her female
Sexuality: bisexual
Shipping: no she married :)
Appearance:
look at my previous links for Zanders refs, all of them I've painted myself so plz don't use them <3
also a little bonus for you, a little sketch I did lately of Jesse with her wife Zander

https://www.instagram.com/p/2JkMVUMjU1/

–Zander stands tall beside Jesse being 6'0" with a lean muscular body, weighing in at about 170lbs. She has a slim hourglass shape with thicker thighs and calves. She has longer limbs and neck, and her skin is a lighter shade of olive and she doesn't tan super easily. Her skin is dotted with freckles and her cheeks seem to always be a little red. Naturally shes a blonde but she dyes it dark red and she has brown eyebrows that are defined and have a strong arch in them, making her look like she always has an attitude. Which she does.
Her hair is cut to her chin, though occasionally she lets it grow out an inch or two above her shoulders. She has a middle part and her hair is naturally very straight, worn commonly slicked back like Jesse's (they twins)
Zander has a very sharp, angular face shaped like a diamond, with a pointed nose with a straight bridge and high cheekbones paired nicely with larger eyes and thick eyelashes and her lips are more on the thinner side and her cupids bow is sharp.
If Zander is wearing any makeup it'll be expired to hell and back but that won't stop her from giving herself that red lip and sharp cat eye she always seems to have, taking pride in her appearance, knowing she looks good with or without makeup.
She has earrings littering her ears and a long, thin tattoo going from her neck down to the right side of her foot, a red swirl of lineart going every which way in a flowy kind of pattern.
She wears a black wedding band and keeps her wedding ring hidden away in her belongings so nothing happens to it. (Jesse also wears a band)
You can almost always see Zander in a pair of short shorts or a pair of sweat pants but with a slit down the leg, and a thigh strap with a gun and a longer knife attached to it with a white semi-see-through tank) with a pair of work boots as well. But occasionally you can catch her in something a little more dressy, be it a crop top or a hoodie, anything is better than a blood-stained tank let's be honest.
Lastly, Zander is Slavic and it shows in her accent
links for her clothing

https://pin.it/4eG14ynn
https://pin.it/45EIaAmB

Personality:
Zander is very charismatic, and confident in herself and what she is capable of and it shows. Her confidence radiates off her in an attractive, yet slightly scary way. She's very flirtatious and friendly though, filled with snarky comments and mean comebacks, or just being offensive, she'll catch you off guard.
She's brave and has more balls than half the men she's known, throwing herself into the crossfire without thinking and somehow coming out on top, being good with strategy and thinking fast on her feet. She can read people well and most of all, she's very sneaky and can be extremely manipulative if need be.
She puts herself first in almost every situation and survival is her only goal, whether or not its at the cost of others' friendship, safety, or even lives.

Backstory:
Zander and Jesse grew up together but they got separated shortly after the apocalypse start, that's all you need to know

Character List
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Celeste (me)
Jesse Nadhi 25
Min-Hyuk Youn 28
Zander Nadhi 25

@Dayzed
Chernobyl Lovette 21
Jake Satori 22

@Anxietyfilledcinnamonroll
Jaxon “Jax” Ashvale 21
Valerian “Val” Havenfrost 21

@Lemon_Is_Here
Sarah Barker 20

@Phrog-King
Jackii DeGuzman 19
Emerson Solis 20

@Pizzaz11
Shaun Harlem 21

@ Nyx-
Angela Merkel 22

@imJUSTasillylittleguy
Racheal Jonas 20
Jasper 14

you have no idea how fast i clicked on this thread

Hi Celeste XD. It’s been a while

also yesyes, welcome back!! we've missed you sm

AH!! thank you guys! i missed you guys sm!! I'm really excited to write with you all again!! i didn't know how many of you guys were still active on here haha!
you are all super welcome ofc! fill out however many character sheets as you want (or you can literally copy and paste from the last one lol)
I'm really happy that you guys are interested in this and remember me ^^

We missed you too! For me, I'm a bit spotty because my school blocked NB and the work is ugh, but I also go on break soon, so I’ll be way more active again. Anyway, yeah, I'm just going to copy and paste Jax's sheet XD. Also, I never forgot ya :)

dude, ever since you left i've been wanting another apocalypse rp just like the one you made- unfortunately for me, i'm a bit hesitant when making group rps haha
and of course we remember you!! both you and your characters are super memorable for me
for the character templates tho i'll either pull one up today or tomorrow cause i think imma head off in a bit

Here’s Jax once more XD

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Name: Jaxon “Jax” Ashvale

Age: 21

Gender/pronouns: Male (He/him)

Sexuality: Straight

Shipping: Eh. I don’t recommend it unless you can help him open up. He's also super reserved, so another reason why that would be a bad idea. But you can try your best :)

Appearance: 6’2 and weighs between 196–203 pounds. Jax's hair has thick, coarse, and choppy jet-black hair with many sharp angles. His hair is medium-length and wavy. It looks to be extremely healthy. He seems to take care of it well, even if he's in a depressive state. His hair gets in his face when damp with sweat or water. It annoys him, but he refuses to cut it any shorter. Jax's face is a softer, oval shape with rounder cheekbones. His cheeks aren't exactly chubby, but not noticeable either. He has a normal jawline; however, his cheeks and eyes are slightly sunken from lack of sleep. Jax has upturned, sharp eagle-like eyes. They are a stark arctic blue with specks of dark blue. They're often cold, piercing through you, but they do soften once you get to know him. These blue eyes are his most striking feature. They make him appear cold and unforgiving. His eyebrows are also bushy. He has a hooked nose that is curved at the bridge but doesn't droop to a point at the end. The tip of his nose is softer, almost like a button nose. The bridge of his nose has a sharp kink in it from being broken when he was younger. Jax has thin lips, with the bottom one being slightly bigger. Jax's body has a more boxy shape to it compared to others. He's lightly muscled, but has a little bit of fat around his ribs. Jax is quite tall, but not lanky or bony. He's constantly training, which is putting a visible strain on his body. He has a honeyed skin tone. It's slightly darker than a natural olive, but not as dark as a golden skin tone. He has cooler undertones to him, his skin taking on a duller look. Jax has faint pinkish scars over his mouth, clavicle, and side of his neck from minor injuries from a dagger. He also has a long pink scar on his abdomen starting from his belly button to his side from being cut open.

Clothing: The black bomber jacket he wears is thick black leather with strips of alternating stab and bulletproof material lining on the inside. It’s heavy and gets warm quickly. There is a patch with his name on the inside of the collar. On the back, a friend painted purple hibiscus flowers for him, and he textured it with purple embroidery thread. He wears a plain white T-shirt under the jacket. To avoid calloused palms, he wears black fingerless gloves. Jax wears a black leather belt and comfortable black dark-wear cargo pants. He also wears black tanker boots. They’re boots with buckled straps to help with compression.

Personality: Jax is a realist. He gives suggestions on what is achievable in meetings. You will hear him shooting down ideas not possible in this world. He does not daydream about fantasies that could happen; they are just a figment of his mind that will lead to hope. He makes plans based on the realism of the attack. Jax is very down-to-earth. As a child, he had many hopes and dreams; he threw them away after the traumatic event that led to his reserved personality.

In the beginning, Jax's emotionally detached from people. His PSTD got worse after being diagnosed with PTSD two years after his traumatic event. He became emotionally detached to protect himself from the drama, anxiety, the stress of his PTSD, the questions, and the help others offer. He’ll be blunt with others. Jax is not open with his emotions with many people, and that can lead to difficulty. He calls himself numb.

Tying into his emotional detachment, he is a reserved person who rarely shows his genuine feelings. He mostly has a neutral face and tone. His tone will sometimes turn to irritation or change when he’s pleased. Many times, it seems the many manipulative tricks others use do not affect him at all. He acts as if he has a wall around him. Jax rarely contributes his thoughts in situations unless asked, or he feels it’s crucial. He has complete self-control in consequential circumstances, but he might lose it when his bottled emotions become expressed. Jax is polite to people; he respects other opinions and feelings. Jax is self-sufficient. He doesn’t want to dump his emotional baggage on others, he’d rather deal with it on his own time. He won't display his emotions in public. He excuses himself to have his own alone time. Alone, he’ll express his bottled feelings. Two of the biggest exhaustion of his bottled emotions are through crying or anger. Contradicting, not displaying his emotions in public is when he snaps and starts sobbing. It happened when he was younger and now in his twenties. It doesn’t matter who’s around him. It occurs on missions, or in times he can’t get alone time.

When someone he cares for gets hurt, his emotions will cloud his judgment. He’ll often jump to action against the enemy instead of thinking it through. Jax is awfully loyal to his friends. He'll protect them with his life. Jax is doubtful of himself. He fears he’ll never pull through and be there to save the ones he loves the most. Jax fears he’ll fail his biggest goal. Jax will claim he isn’t good enough or will screw up everything. He is a humble person. He would never boast about his skills, his only input when asked, “How do you fight so well?” would be Years of tough training. Being humble ties into his reserved and doubtful image.

Backstory: The biggest part of this backstory is the house fire that set him on the road as a loner. It’s also important to understand his PTSD.

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Name: Valerian “Val” Havenfrost

Age: 21

Gender/pronouns: Male (he/him)

Sexuality: Pan

Shipping: Sure :)

Appearance: He is 6’0 and weighs between 180–187 pounds. He has unruly, wavy ginger hair that refuses to be tamed. It is a "nightmare". Val’s face is a sharp, diamond-shaped. His cheeks are sharp, but not too noticeable. He has green, almond-shaped eyes that make him appear soft and inviting. His eyebrows are also arched. Val has a straight, button nose, which is often compared to a bunny’s nose by people. He has thin lips. His body has more of a triangular shape. He’s lightly muscled and seems to be a little thinner than normal. He has small shoulders, but sturdy hands. Val has pretty pale skin due to his Irish heritage. No matter how much sun he gets, he just burns (this usually causes him to look like a lobster without sunscreen). Val has a bunch of small brown freckles all over his face, arms, and shoulders. Many think they are pretty, while he thinks they are a nuisance. He also has a small scar on his cheek from an accident.

Clothing: The gray double raider jacket he wears is thick gray leather with strips of alternating stab and bulletproof material lining on the inside. It’s heavy and gets warm quickly. There is a patch with his name on the inside of the collar. On the back, a friend. His jacket is decorated with pink accents. The back had a small pink and purple cat sitting with moths and butterflies. The moths and cats are embroidered by Jax to make it look fuzzy. He wears a plain white T-shirt under the jacket. Val wears a black leather belt and comfortable black dark-wear pants. He also wears black hiking boots.

Personality: (It’s very messy. He’s not quite finished) Val is arrogant, cocky, Coy, wild, witty, Snarky, sometimes a smartass, and has a very sarcastic attitude. He is known as the king of comebacks. He is headstrong, hates conforming to rules, and loves testing the limits. He can be serious in dire situations, but, they have built his life on an optimistic lifestyle. Val can get angry very easily, though. One thing that triggers them is people calling him Valerian or calling him by his full name, Valerian Grant Havenfrost. The thing he purely hates with a passion is betrayers. He has an unruly personality that can be tamed quite quickly. Val is quick to snuff out outliers and untrustworthy people. He attaches easily to trustworthy people, but Jax is the only person Val would trust with his life.
He is kind to most people but is rude and snippy towards untrustworthy people. He curses when he's incredibly angry. Val can be very skeptical when it comes to certain quests. He loves taking on challenges.
He is the comedic relief type character, but their emotions go deeper than that
Jax is the one who would give its own life to save Val and protect him
Val has tons of chaotic energy
He is an excellent escape artist
Val is very impatient, especially as a patient with healing wounds
Val is very uncoordinated when it comes to throwing things

Backstory: He’s Jax’s travel buddy :D

Name: Chernobyl Lovette
Age: 21
Gender/pronouns: Cis Female, She/They
Sexuality: Androsexual
Shipping: I wouldn't mind

Appearance: Cherry has big round hazel eyes, chestnut brown taking up most of the space in her eyes towards the middle but mixing with the deeper green on the outside. She has dark eyebags underneath and no matter how much she sleeps they never seem to go away, makeup not being able to save her nowadays.
Cherry's hair is styled in a shoulder-length shaggy mullet that's fluffy with soft bangs. Their hair color is a dark brown that is naturally fluffy and thick, getting tangled a lot more easily. If she doesn't brush it often or washes it, it clumps together making it a tangled mess- oddly taking on a wavy and even slightly curly texture.

Cherry has a square-shaped yet sort of button nose. Her face also takes on a bit of a combination of two shapes, a fusion between heart and square shapes, some parts of her features looking sharp while others take on a softer look. She doesn't have freckles per se, but more so several beauty marks on her face, the right side having the majority of them, about three or four, while her left side has only two. There are a few more dots scattered about but those are lighter than the other ones which are more noticeable and darker. All of them are positioned by the outer corner of her eyes, decorating the top half of her face, mostly the cheek area.

Cherry's mouth is what can only be described as very "pouty", her top lip a more rounded shape instead of Cupid's bow, though, it isn't fully round, just barely having an M shape. She has full lips, the bottom half only slightly bigger than the top.

Cherry is 5'6" and weighs 130 lbs.
Her body type is mesomorph, a bit of muscle to her but mostly on the thinner side, her body taking on an almost hourglass shape. She naturally has a bit of extra fat on her stomach area even though she's a fit and active person, not being flat-stomached like most toned and athletic people. The best way she can be described is having a "relaxed" body shape with soft curves.
Cherry's skin tone is a lot lighter than most people who are considered Hispanic. She has a rose beige skin color, with a few small yet faint moles doting her back and the rest of her body.

At some point when she was a teen, she got top surgery, it being on her list of things to prepare herself for what should have been college. Cherry also has several tattoos, all of them being a micro realistic style with lots of geometrical lines and shapes, none of them really connecting and instead being spread out, yet looking like the whole thing goes together, like a large art piece that took years to do. One of them is a "XV" tattooed on her wrist and a verse of a Sanskrit hymn on her other arm.

Her type of dressing style is mainly huge t-shirts over skirts with bell bottoms, the skirts having a bit of a flare to them. She wears what would be considered a "corset" over her shirts to give her clothes a "cleaner fitted look" but they're not exactly corsets, just another clothing piece that loosely sits on top as a decoration.
(Example of what she wears: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/83/0f/99/830f9915fe9e45529d2d97e81dc1978c.jpg)

Cherry is also known for wearing coin jewelry- things like silver coin earrings, and necklaces. Hoop bracelets and thinner flat "bracelets" (more so cuffs) on the upper part of her forearms. She's got an odd combination of minimalistic Egyptian and dark academia rockstar going on, her helix piercings being a testament to that (and winged eyeliner, but not for this rp).

(I also do have a picture for her. It's the closest thing I could find. https://s3.amazonaws.com/notebook-content-uploads/content/uploads/original/3b2d5fc4-198a-470e-8db3-5c9242c09b4f.jpg?1650410126)

Personality: Cherry is generally a very kind and soft person, often worrying about other's well-being, be that emotionally, mentally, or physically.
Although she is kind and soft, these things do not mean she is meek and quiet, in fact, it's the opposite. She's very energetic and gets excited easily, a very loud personality to be around, almost intoxicatingly so, but for that same reason she has a soft spot in her heart for those who match her energy and can put up with her.

Cherry's got a huge heart which can be taken advantage of at times, but she does well in standing up for herself. There'll be times when she's more inclined to not say anything and let things happen in favor of not starting anything, but even Cherry has her limits and is not above decking someone in the face and starting a fight. However, one thing about her is that she is very much a person who works through problems until she solves them, looking at them from all angles and only resorting to extreme measures when she absolutely has to.

While her outer nature is along the lines of being "catastrophically aware of herself and everyone around her", the truth is she's a much sadder person than she lets on, a melancholic air about her once you get to know her on more than a surface level.
Even now, she still likes indulging in love poems and letters, picking up romantic philosophical books when she can find them, secretly carrying around a book or two on her person at all times but never anything more than that.

She's not at all strong as her determination and willpower to keep going makes her look, her physique often overlooked and not considered much of a threat, but what she lacks in strength she makes up with being attentive to detail and taking deadly risks- even if she cracks just a little more under the pressure every day.
Cherry may be a bit more impatient nowadays due to the circumstances and is a lot quicker to snap, but she means well, trying her best to not take things personally, even if they are meant personally.

Backstory: Cherry comes from a very well-off family who immigrated from Spain to America when she was a kid. While no specific event sticks out to Cherry as being "tragic" or having it bad, there were a series of lows during the moving period to a new country, mostly common things almost everyone feels at some point during really stressful times.
Her parents separating or fighting was not something Cherry ever had to worry about, her mother and father loving each other dearly and sharing that love with her too, nothing being held back from her.

From a young age, she was encouraged to be herself and they never scolded her for "being too much", never treating her as an actual kid at times either, knowing that even though she was a small human being, she was very capable of intellectual conversations, this also helping her be firm in her decisions as she grew up.
Cherry's parents pretty much let her wander to her heart's content but gently corrected her and reeled her back in when she did something wrong, letting her find her footing while also being there to catch her if she did fall.

Ever since Cherry could remember, she's had the best of the best, her father Alvaro a talented artist, picking up watercolor and acrylic oils as his medium for painting when he was younger. He was arguably the gentlest towards her while Cherry's mother would have been considered the more "fiery" person, oftentimes snapping her fingers as she rounded the two to go out for an appointment, "Vamonos! Vamonos!" a common phrase in the household as both Alvaro and Cherry took forever to get ready.

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Name: Jake Satori
Age: 22
Gender/pronouns: Cis Male, He/It
Sexuality: Gay
Shipping: Same as Cherry

Appearance: Jake's got charcoal grey eyes, an almost very dark silver even though there's a hint of blue that is more noticeable when the light hits him just right. His eyes are angled in a cat-like shape, being an almond shape, but also round and wide and just barely slanted. His eyebrows are thin yet bushy with two slits on one side.
Jake has coal-black hair that's curly, and soft, yet slightly puffy. If he's been out in the rain, it gets really frizzy and puffs out more than what it normally looks like. Because it's kind of hard to tame, he regularly shaves the sides of his head, kind of rocking a short yet overgrown deathhawk cut, though, it looks like a really shitty attempt at one since he does it himself.
Jake's hair is decently long but not by a lot since it's curly and barely obscures one side of his eye. It would be a bit longer than you would expect if he were to straighten his hair.

He has a decently long straight nose that is somewhat turned up with a slightly curved bridge. His top lip is kind of thin while the bottom one is slightly plumper, the bottom one looking like he's chewed on it a bit, some spots bright red while the rest looks normal. His lips have a rougher texture because of this, having lost his chapstick he keeps on him at all times. His bottom lip is decorated with black hoop snake bite piercings- his tongue also being pierced.
Jake's face is a mix of heart and round shapes. He has a strong jawline, but still maintains a kind of baby face, though not as much fat on his face as when he was younger. His features are overall really soft looking, the freckles dusting his face only adding to the “soft” look.

Jake is 5'11" and weighs 169 lbs.
He is extremely pale to the point where his skin looks to be a very milky white. His body is more of a mix of mesomorph and ectomorph types, having some muscle for him to do his daily activities which involve a lot of exercise, but not extremely so. He, however, leans more towards the twink ectomorph body type.

He has a few tattoos here and there, but one of the larger ones is the one he has on his side of a guy playing a guitar. (It looks a little like this: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/c5/be/70c5bec355411c56ec6fe0df722f8b78.jpg)
Jake's got a lot of piercings too, the more visible ones being the snake bite piercings on his bottom lip and the 8mm plugs on both ears. He also has three vertical helixes on both ears as well, but only one industrial on his left ear. And because Jake is Jake, all his piercings match the color of his outfits, black.

The clothes he wears are more of a punk scene type, but it's not all the time. He alternates between a few black aesthetics like biker and goth outfits. Sometimes he'll opt for a simple black outfit, things like T-shirts with explicit graphics on them like occult stuff, gore, blood, suicidal themes, self-mutilation, etc., and simple fitted black jeans. He likes the look of spikes and chains, so you'll most likely see those on the clothes he wears. Crust pants and battle vests were mainly his go-to's before this, loving to give off that "fuck you" vibe with his patches and hand-decorated designs. He also wears alternative shoes like boots, heels, and platforms (though not so much the heels anymore. Makeup as well, but again, not so much anymore.)
The only thing that stands out about Jake is the cool-colored pastel necklace that he holds very dear to his heart.

(Here's an example of kind what he could be wearing: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/55/c6/0c/55c60ce11bf67580b015df10de3cf3a4.jpg, or this one https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/51/f0/0951f03148ea8a5e0c791aeb10db4ad6.jpg)

(I saw this drawing a while back and while it's not mine, I thought it looked strikingly similar to what my guy might look like so I'll link it here in case any of you guys want an image to look at instead: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/10/d3/d5/10d3d527d688b9b45884b326433ff31e.jpg)

Personality: If you met Jake and don’t know him on a personal level he’s very much the prankster type, teasing others and flirting till he gets what he wants. He’s confident to a disgusting degree, almost on the verge of a god complex, thinking he can do whatever he wants without consequences. His cocky attitude, however, is simply a front as he has walls built up for a reason, his what he believes to be "fake personality" not only a way of protecting himself but also mostly to be seen as insufferable than pathetic for letting his emotions get the better of him. Sometimes his bold personality blends in with the sadness, making this weird concoction of Jake trying to reach out for help only to back out at the last second.

Jake is mostly a friendly face although very chaotic, loving to push people's buttons. Maybe he's got a bit of suicidal tendencies, rushing into danger for the smallest things even when it's not prompted, but that's how he's always been, and it's quite literally a miracle he's still alive.
There are rare occasions where he'll seem a little more dejected than usual, looking really dull and tired unless something really interests him. Jake is also a little touchy with certain subjects, so if you bring up the wrong thing, he'll definitely snap at you if you keep trying to push him to tell you more when he's stated he won't.

Jake isn't difficult to befriend, but sometimes he just seems like a spiky character due to the way he carries himself, looking straight-up murderous more than half the time when he's not being an idiot and bothering someone, but on the contrary, he’s a very caring individual and will panic if someone he loves is hurt. He's very attentive to those who have faced similar struggles as he has even if he struggles to form connections that aren't just surface level.

Background: Jake comes from an Italian family whose grandparents made the move to America, Jake's parents already knowing the ins and outs of the country by the time he was born. And while his parents hadn't been especially terrible to their first child in the beginning, the Satori kids weren't exactly raised in a good household.
After it was discovered that Jake's mother had been infidel to her husband things completely went downhill for the family.
Jake's mother left when her youngest child turned six and the truth about who the father was came to light. Jake's father spiraling at the time and taking out his frustrations on his children. Unfortunately, things were never the same, and abuse on their father's end didn't stop even as Jake hit high school.
As a kid, Jake had it bad, but his brother had it worse as he took on the brunt of the abuse. That didn't mean that it was any easier for Jake, and since there wasn't a whole lot Jake could do as a kid, dealing with his father and then brother who turned on him with jealousy and hatred when he perceived Jake was getting special attention from their father, he left.

So at age sixteen, he found himself running away and onto the streets where a guy who worked with prostitutes took him in, giving Jake a job as a male escort and also a place to stay. Those few years weren't the best, in fact, they weren't much better than his home life, but after a while, he grew accustomed to it until he was able to save up a little and manage on his own without the help of anyone who only seemed to want to take advantage of him.
What happened in those years is mostly a secret and Jake never talks about it in favor of keeping his dignity to those who don't know him. His home life is also rarely told, but it's much easier to talk about than the years in between. While he may not talk about any of them in detail, vagueness being his specialty, sometimes they will be brought up in passing for a moment or two before his "vulnerability" is gone. Never taking himself seriously and passing off his traumatic experiences as something that "just happens".

(Oh. My god. I'm not sure if this is still happening but it was fr a blast from the past reading Jesse's character sheet, I'm like 99% sure I was in one of Celestes apocalypse rps like, last year (as in 2022 💀)? Either way if this isn't open to join but is still happening, I'd gladly stalk the thread for a bit. Y'all already have an awesome collection of characters here <3)

Hey bb! Ofc you can join I missed ya! :D

(Same character from last rp but rebooted? I think so. Hope this is detailed enough lol)

Name: Shaun Harlem
Age: 21
Gender/pronouns: male, he/him
Sexuality: bisexual
Shipping: I mean, probably? If you can handle him
Appearance: Shaun is tall (6’0) and seems thin, but he has a decent amount of lean muscle. He weighs around 150 pounds. His skin is a darker brown, seemingly a result of tanning, but even without that he has a darker complexion, with his palms being a lighter colour compared to the rest of his skin. His hair is a dark, dark brown, with loose curls that reach his mid-neck. His eyebrows are super thick. His eyes seem perpetually wide and sharply focused, his amber irises and strikingly white..well..eye whites, make for a harsh contrast. He has multiple deep scars including one running from the left tip of his mouth up to the beginning of his right eyebrow, and a few reddish burn scars on his hands and upper arm. His face is a bit of a rectangular shape, very angular. He wears chunky, steel toed boots, dark forest green cargo pants with pockets that are perpetually full with nuts and bolts and seemingly random pieces of scrap metal and trinkets, with a dark brown belt cinched tight around his waist. Above that he wears a white, suspiciously red/brown stained tank top with a whole ass bullet proof vest atop it, and over that he wears a thick, dark jacket with multiple pockets. Of course he can't wear it all the time, so oftentimes it'll be tied around his waist. He always has a large hiking backpack, carrying almost anything you could think of including multiple guns and knives. Lastly, he has a pair of bright yellow, round goggles he'll wear all the time. It doesn't exactly fit the rest of his outfit but he thinks they're cool (as if that's the worst thing he needs to worry about..)
Personality: Shaun is certainly a character. He's constantly thinking and scheming about how to get in or out of a situation, how to protect himself or get what he needs with little regard to any other survivors he might come across. He doesn't trust easily, unless it's out of convenience, or if he thinks he can get something out of that person. He's a scavenger, always searching through abandoned buildings, cars, trash bins, piles of metal and rubbish for anything he can put to use. He's perhaps a bit too excited about the fact that there is literally a zombie apocalypse happening, he's one of those weird people who always prepared for one with the excuse of “well, what if it actually happens?” whenever he was questioned. And of course, when it actually happened, his ego was immediately boosted from the sheer amount of ‘i told you so’ s he could now deploy. Too bad those questioning bitches are dead as shit now. Shaun acts like he doesn't give a shit about anyone, and in many ways he doesn't, but deep down he's insanely intimidated by the idea of letting anyone get close enough to him to actually know him. Of course, part of that is due to his rampant paranoia about the idea of being taken advantage of and robbed (which is entirely hypocritical because that's exactly what he does to other people)

Alright heres a starter im impatient.

//TW heavy gore//

The date is February 1st, 2018. The time is 1 AM. About an hour before the disease reached the public and possibly your character. People in the country are most likely to get reached last, let alone know about it at all. It's cold and winter was rather rough and long this year around so it was just starting to warm up.
News of a cannibalistic disease has spread countrywide but the severity of it has yet to be released and is thought to only be in contained environments.

Jesse Nadhi stands in a dimly lit underground room with a crowd of people hollering and shouting, leaning over the railing surrounding some sort of fighting ring and placing their bets. Using money, drugs, animals, cars, etc. as their currency. The walls around her are made of concrete, including the ceiling. The floor of the ring was made of dirt, the concrete stripped from the square. She stares at a rectangular ring about the size of an average living room with two barred cages on either side of the ring.
The metal bars rattle as two large animals scratch at and bang their bodies against the railing as they try to get out, deep growls and barks coming from inside.
The stench of sweat, drugs, smoke, dust, and dirty animals fills the room and Jesse's lungs. Though she doesn't react, as she's used this.
Jesse turns away at a loud bang, the metal clanging and scraping at the concrete. Two huge dogs lunge out at each other from across the ring, their paws beating at the ground and their claws at one another.
She makes her way towards the edge of the wall and opens a large metal grey door, rolling up the sleeves of her dull green and black flannel from her wrists to just below her elbows, ready to get her hands dirty if need be.
The second she walks into the room, she's greeted by two men. One is a large man a few inches shorter than her with brown hair and a thick beard and mustache. He wears a heavy winter coat with fur lining the hood and his hair is swiped back as if he was trying a little too hard to look intimidating.
The other man was of similar stature but just a little lighter with lighter brown hair.
"Who are you?" the larger of the men asks Jesse. To which she doesn't reply to his question. Instead, she looks to their waists, then to their faces. "does anyone else know you two are here?" she asks, looking down at the both of them.
Jesse's voice is low, scratchy, and threatening. It seemed as if she couldn't care less about what she was doing. As if this were routine for her. With German being her first language, most of the time when she speaks English she misses a few syllables or conjunction words for the English language. It's very obvious that it's not her first, or honestly even her 3rd language, and often she's not easily understood.
The men furrow their brows, looking at each other and then to Jesse. They say nothing, not wanting to give out any info if it meant it could compromise them. But they just gave Jesse exactly what she needed to know.

"Good" she replies, stepping around them and towards the desk they stood in front of. Confused, they look at each other, shrugging before reaching for their weapons and facing their bodies towards her.
"I would not do that if I were you," she says, setting a loaded pistol on the table calmly.
"Yeah? And why not? Two of us, one of y-" The dark-haired man's voice is interrupted by a loud gunshot, ringing throughout the concrete room. The man almost jumps out of his skin before he turns to see his partner fall to the floor.
(gore here below)
His limp body lay on the dirt floor, blood leaking out of his skull and onto the ground beneath. An exit bullet hole was more than just visible in the middle of his face, his nose blown clean off, along with his upper jaw, the lower part laying almost fully severed on the floor shattered teeth particles scattered around, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
Jesse stands there, gun still on the table. She didn't shoot him. So who did?
Heels click along the floor as a tall, slim woman steps into the room, a gun in her hand. The first thing he notices is her short dark red hair slicked back and her black winged eyeliner.
The woman wears a black blazer with looking to be nothing underneath, only the bottom two buttons being buttoned up, showing a good bit of cleavage. Her top is paired with dress pants, large-heeled boots, and black gloves. She looks at Jesse and winks at her "Missed me?" she asks as she shuts the door behind her with her hip.
Jesse picks up the gun and shoots the man in the chest as he's distracted and confused. He falls to the ground, gasping for air now and reaching for his gun with one hand, the other on his chest, trying to stop the blood.
The woman kicks the gun on the floor aside and steps over him, letting him lay there and suffer.
"Zander…about time you got here," Jesse says to her, her eyes narrowing down on her as she sits on the side of the desk, looking up at Jesse. "mm i wanted to make you wait just a little bit hun" she says with a teasing smile.
Jesse rolls her eyes and holsters her gun. "I've got the files I need. We need to get out of here" she says, stepping around the desk and looking down at the man.
"finish him off. I was told to get something from the back" she says bluntly. Zander slips off of the desk and runs her hand along her arm "alright. Lets just be quick. Ive got a bubble bath waiting for us at home" she says with a wink.
Jesse sighs that sounds nice she thinks to herself before they head to the back.
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(little skip bc I don't want this to be too long)
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Jesse closes the tailgate of her big, black Ford truck, a large brindle-patterned Cane Corso lays unconscious in the metal kennel in the bed. She looks down to her arm, covered in blood, bite marks, and dried saliva she had gotten from getting the dog from the kennel out to her truck.
With a heavy sigh, she hops into the driver's side and pulls out of the driveway, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on Zander's thigh as they make their way home.
She turns on the radio, trying to switch the channel but all of them are the same.
Cannibalistic virus spreading across psych wards across the nation
different channel
virus
different channel
deadly disease contained
different channel
13 assumed dead
What is this shit?

Zander rests her head on her palm as they drive down the bumpy dirt road leading to the trailer park they live in, her brows furrowed at the radio in confusion.
Once the truck is parked next to a large tan and white RV. They step out and round the vehicle to the back, opening it and picking up the body of the dog, setting it next to a tree in their cheaply fenced-in backyard, tying it to the tree with a thick chain, a control collar already resting on its next. The dog's chest rose and fell with its soft breaths.
"thought it was dead for a second" Jesse jokes to Zander, who was out of breath "Dead or alive, that horse is heavy as fuck" she complains before making her way into their RV.
Jesse follows, she shuts the door behind her before Zander slips out of her clothes and into a white tank top, slipping her holster off her hip and setting it on the nightstand, plopping down onto their queen-sized bed, looking to the clock, it read 2:30 am

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The hospital is cold and the air is thin as it flows into Min-Hyuk's lungs, stinging his nose. The smell of medicine around him makes his skin itch and the sound of his mother wheezing rhythmically makes his stomach turn over.
His painted black nails run over the skin on his arm, over the red mark it's created. The dead skin is lifted and serrated and blood threatens to break through.
Min-Hyuk turns away from the window of the hospital and to his sister who sits next to the bed, holding her mother's hand and reading a book.
Her voice is soft with a smooth pitch to it whenever she reads the vowels from the page in Korean. Occasionally Seo Hyeon looks to her mother and smiles softly, wiping black and grey strands of hair from her face.
Their mother has a name tag on the end of her bed frame that reads Yoori Youn. A beautiful name to match the smile she gave her daughter.
Min-Hyuk takes a deep breath and sits beside the bed on the other side of her, now sitting across from his sister. His eyes focus not on his mother but on the flowers that lay beside the bed on a small nightstand. The colors are too much and the water in the vase beside the outlet makes him anxious.
He knows the men are going to be here any second to take him away. Blood stained his shirt underneath his hoodie and he smelled awfully like a campfire and burnt flesh. So why did he stay in his seat, focusing on what texture the petals of his mother's flowers were while he resisted the urge to tell his sister to shut up and stop reading that boring ass book.
He needs to leave. To get out of here.
They're coming for me.
They're coming for me.
They're com-
"Min-Hyuk?"
His mother's voice calling his name snaps him out of his thoughts. A string of hope pierces his chest as he takes in a sharp breath, his gray eyes locking onto hers.
"Hm?" he asks, confused now. His brows furrow.
"Is that your name? My daughter was just telling me about you. Are you her friend from school? Oh, when she first started college I just knew she'd make a lot of friends. She's so sweet"
And with that, his heart sinks…

Min-Hyuk smiles and nods "Oh…yeah that's my name." he says quietly, his voice trying not to break. He clears his throat.
He feels a hand on his own. His mothers.
Her skin is thin and her bones are frail. Her hand is shaky but she squeezes it firmly. "what's wrong lovely?" she asks him, her brows furrowed with concern.
Min-Hyuk shakes his head "oh I'm sorry. Spring is coming up. My allergies are kicking in early this year.” he pauses, swallowing the lump in his throat “anyway, uhm yeah i went to college with her. I graduated a few years back" he lies "I wanted to come with her to see you today. I hope you don't mind that" he asks
She scoffs, shaking her head "Oh of course i don't mind. You think you two could sneak me out of here? I hate being stuffed up in this room with nothing to do but read a book!" she gives a weak laugh.
"You'll get out of here soon momma." Seo Hyeon says with a soft smile, leaning towards her just a little. Her long hair falls in her face before she sweeps it back out of the way. "and when you do, we can cook together and i can take you to the new park down the street! It'll be amazing. I promise" she says, holding her pinky out.
Min-Hyuk blocks out any more conversation and looks back out of the window. He knew since they were family he was allowed in here so late at night. But he felt like he should leave. Like he's waiting for security to kick him out any second now.
Was he even considered family anymore? His own mother failed to remember him. What was his purpose of being here?
Min-Hyuk stands, the chair making a sudden scratchy noise as he pushes it back, making them all jump and look to Min-Hyuk.
"sorry I'm going to use the restroom real quick," he says to them, giving his mother's hand a small squeeze before letting go. He quickly slips around the corner out of the room and makes his way down the hall, nodding to the nurse at the front desk before stepping outside

Min-Hyuk shoves his hands in the pockets of his red hoodie to grab out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
Lighting it, he looks up into the sky as he watches the white clouds roll in, He looks down from the sky and to the road in front of the hospital, then out a little further to see the blurred lights passing by on the highway as he puts the cigarette to his lips. He takes a deep breath in, letting the bitter smoke fill his lungs and warm his chest.
Exhaling, he watches the smoke fill the air around him, not bothering to wave it away. It makes his eyes water and sting a little but it calms his nerves more than anything else that he's tried. Maybe he wasn't on the right medication. He didn't know, nor did he care enough to find out. Min-Hyuk more preferred simple, temporary fixes instead of long ones. As he knew he wouldn't live much longer.
Through the smoke, Min-Hyuk sees flashing red and blue lights and panic rises in his chest. He freezes in place, looking blankly at what he quickly made out to be a police car.
"Shit" he curses before dropping the cigarette and bolting around the corner before the cops get out of the vehicle.
His pulse quickly rises and he feels it in his ears, the blood thumping in his head along with his heartbeat. He runs as fast as he can around the building, hoping to go around and come back into the hospital. It would be much easier to evade anyone inside of a building. The trick was getting inside.
Soon he stops in front of a door to the back and a latter beside it. He quickly twists the handle to the door-or attempts to anyway. But finds himself jerked down to the cement.
"Min-Hyuk Youn. You're under arrest for the murder of Nathaniel Hayes. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can-and will be used against you in the court of law"

GUYS HELP
I MADE A MISTAKE
In the beginning I said the apocalypse had been going on for 6 months, but when I was writing my long ass starter post, I totally forgot that!
So we have 3 choices!
1, we start at 2 hrs prior and have the apocalypse just now start
2, we start at six months and ill just time skip this and write up a different starter and we still start at 6 months in ‘
3, we all do a 2 hrs prior or like the start of it just to show how our characters lives turned upside down and then time skip 6 months.

I’m so sorry guys I totally forgot about that so I’m sorry for the confusion. We can do a majority vote

I think 3 is the best option, if I'm understanding it correctly lol

i think i'd also vote for 3

Okie, I do like option three's idea of showcasing the characters at the very beginning, then 6 months later. Many opportunities to traumatize the characters. So I'll go for three

Alrighty 3 it is! Sorry for the confusion everyone

(Here's my girl!!!!!)

Name: Angela Merkel
Age: 22
Gender/pronouns: female, she/her
Sexuality: bisexual
Shipping: yes (she's lonely, don't let her tell you otherwise)
Appearance: Angela has a very distinctive jaw line, her face being over all skinny it's almost an oval shape. Her eyebrows are expressive and neatly plucked, they're more of a square shape towards the bridge of her nose. And her eyes have almost an almond shape to them.
Her hair is white an down to her shoulders and wavy, it's healthy to the point where it shines in the sun and she has no split ends. This is also troubling for her since it easily comes undone when in a high ponytail, having to make her secure it a lot when doing activities. She has no specific hair cut to it, letting it grow naturally. There are no layers to it and she has never once dyed it.
She weighs 170 lbs, standing at 6'1 1/2 Her skin tone is a medium taupe, having a natural tan to her skin. She has toned muscles but isn't exactly bulky, she's extremely fit and energetic. Her waist is slimmer in shape, being an hourglass figure,
Personality: shes a loner she's productive and extremely protective of the people she cares about, she knows how to hold her own in a fight and gets frustrated when people try to crowd her or pry for details regarding her life or family. Backstory: //𝙏𝙒//Angela is a girl from Columbia she was in a slave till she was rescued and moved moved to a small town in California at the age of 6 to 17 but the abuse continued for another all those years till she fled the state at 18 and was finally free. she doesn't ever talk about it unless she trusts the person shes confiding in. she's never gotten professional help she doesn't believe in therapy. And her constant negligence to her mental health has only made her an overall cold person.
Things to know: she has a cat named miso who will be accompanying us on our journey.

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^^^^^ that cat is miso

Name: Rachel Jonas
Age: 20
Gender/pronouns: female she/her
Sexuality: she's straight, but she's not really into relationships and romance.
Shipping: she's open and I would love anyone who welcomes a challenge to try and romance her. She's got so many walls up man.
Appearance: she's around 5'6 with a sort of stocky build. She's got curves and the like but nothing super out there, a bit on the lean side. She's strong but a bit on the skinny side. She has shoulder length ginger hair and some blonde bangs that curl around her face. She's got eyes that could be describe as either the setting sun or a blazing fire. Though they seem to have last their twinkle a long time ago.
She's got peachy skin with a black star tattoo under her left eye, no bigger then a quarter.
She always has a dog tag necklace on her, as well as a camo jacket and a white t-shirt. She wears just normal jeans along with some cackys. She's got hair bands on her at all times incase she needed to tie her hair back into a ponytail or a bun.
She's got pierced ears, the top of her lobe and the bottom where normal piercings are. She has just the normal little loop and a chain that goes from the top to the bottom.
She's got some vans on usually, or just some casual tennis shoes.
Personality: shes extremely cunning and smart.
she does show that she cares if you manage to slide your way into her stone laced heart, however she keels her emotions locked in a box and keeps the key away from it at almost all times that she can.
She is extremely loyal depending on the person, however if you do manage to get her to trust you then you are one lucky person.
Shes got a really huge amount of trust issues out the gate, honestly she would much rather shoot first and ask questions later but she knows how stupid of an idea that is. So she will threaten you and if you dont talk to her and answer her questions she may shoot you. That or she will jusg abandon you if she sees fit.
Firm set of morals that she will not bend on.
She dosent have much of a filter and can tend to be very blunt when it comes to talking with people. She's also argumentative and is very stubborn when it comes to most things.

Backstory: She grew up as a single child, it was just her mom, her dad and herself. She didn't know anything different and was quite happy with the attention from both of her parents..that was until one of them last his job and started taking up gambling…after loosing a Ton of their money the mom confronted him one night. The argument got heated and she was slapped by the dad, he told her he was the man of the house and it shouldn't concern her what he did with his money. She should just continue making money and supporting the family, be a better wife. She yelled at him more, and another smack was distributed. Unfortunate for Rachel..she was able to hear the whole argument, and she winced at every slap and scream she heard. Hiding in her room the whole time under the covers.
Months go by and her father starts developing a drinking habit, consuming any alcohol in his reach. It only fuels his gambling addiction as he spends more and more of the family money, and he continues to loose the money as he is horrible at gambling. Slowly he starts picking on Rachel as well, as he catches her sneaking food at night. He drags her by her hair and beats her, she at least got to eat the food. Her mother realizes where Rachel's brusies are coming from and she's starting to get fed up with the dad, but can't do anything with her all day shifts and sleeping at night time.
Lets skip forward in time, Rachael is now 13 years old. She's showing up to school with bruises and bandaids patched over her and tired eyes. She dosent talk about it though, just playing with her friends at school and doing her school work like nothings wrong besides a nap from time to time in the middle of class. She was a good student for most of it, and people though she was a cool friend. Well let's just say it's her birthday right..? She's come home and she's expected to have this amazing night with cake and presents, but it turns out her parents had gotten in a fight, but her mom still allowed her to go over to her friends house instead of staying In her own home. So she spends the night at her friends house and when she comes back she's calling for her mom and she can't find her, she starts getting worried and when she finds her dad standing over the kitchen sink she starts tugging on him, asking where her mom is..until she smells blood, and almost gags..seeing the blood on his hands her eyes widened and she stumbles back, before running around the house and looking for her mom, yelling for her until she comes into the parents room. There her moms corpse lays on the floor, in a pool of Blood, she screams the loudest she's ever screamed and tries to rush to her mom and shake her. She starts crying and asking for her mom over and over again, getting blood on her clothes. The dad comes in and drags her away from the body, and throws her in the hall closet and locks her in there as he cleans up the body and the room. Leaving her to sob in the closet for a good few hours, eventually he has to let her out so she can eat, and she takes a bath to wash the blood off after she finishes eating, well eating what she can after seeing her mothers dead body but she can't stop crying, she eventually cries herself to sleep. She refuses to go to school the next day, but her dad drags her out of bed. He has a knife with him, he pins her to the the wall and stops the knife into it threatening her that if she ever told anyone what she saw..she would get to meet mommy, for lack of a better phrase. She was terrified, she asked him if she could go to school and that she swore she wouldn't tell anyone, and he said it was Okay. She realized that she had probably missed the bus by the time she got ready, but her dad refused to take her so she had to walk..she made sure that she checked the roads twice whenever she crossed the road and all that Jaz, she made her way to school and the teacher got mad at her for being late which she explained her dad had forgotten to wake her up and left for work so she had to walk. The teacher didn't bother her after that, but she was still nervous through out the entire day. When it came time to get picked up well..usually her mom was the one to pick her up so she was stuck waiting for a couple hours…she got shoved into the ground by some kids who made fun of her and said her parents had forgotten about her. The teacher offered to drive her home and she decided to accept…well on the drive to her house it was dead silent…then the teacher asked how her mom was and she had no idea how to respond, she started panicking and felt the tears pool up but by the time the teacher noticed she was crying they had gotten to her house. She thanked her teacher snd got out, running to the house and shutting the door behind her. She had to stop herself from hyperventilating but she ended up vomiting in the bathroom, she quickly cleaned everything up and went to do her homework, she decided that she would go to the police for help, she makes the claim that night and the police get onto him, but he’s able to worm his way out of it. He evades questioning and even holds off on abusing her so there is no physical evidence on her body of any of her claims, as well as threatens her from telling the truth when the police question her. Essentially the police dont have any evidence to support a case so they unfortunately brush it off and give her a warning. She went to bed hungry that night, but at least she finished her homework..she could focus on being a good student at the very least. Well she found herself not having the appetite to eat from time to time, or just forgetting to pack herself a lunch box. Her dad just continues to spend money, but when there's no one to make the money they start running out of food, and all he does is use the money to buy alcohol. She tries to make her own money but her dad just kept taking it from her, no matter where she tried to hide it and when she was found to be hiding it he would beat her. She didn't let the teacher drive her home after school, just choosing to walk home on her home. Though she was getting bullied at school as well as being hit at home, and one day she just decided to run away. She got her things and as much money as she had at the time and she just ran. She was only 14 but she couldn't take it anymore. She ran and ran and ran…her dad didn't care, he didn't file a missing report or anything after she didn't come home. However the teacher was worried about how she was always at school and called the police.
Luckily for her the police found in an alley shivering and hungry, she was coerced into getting the car and she was given a blanket and some hot chocolate as she was at the station and they moved to give her dad a call and she panicked. She jumped up and told them not to call her dad, but that just made everyone look at her, and then they questioned her on why they shouldn't call her dad, she knew she had screwed up so she tried to make up some random reason like her dad worked late but the officers didn't seem to believe her…they decided to just accompany her home and wait for her dad with her despite her desperate pleas that she would be fine alone. She knew when he came home from gambling and saw a police car she would be punished.. she tried to get him to leave the whole time but the police officer refused so she decided to at least get a drink then maybe he would leave when he saw how good they functioned.
That is until she heard the car door slam outside, and then the door jerked open. She could hear the arguing from the kitchen and she tried to run out to the dinning area but he turned to her with crazy eyes, he rushed over to her and grabbed her by the hair as she cried out in pain her dad pulled her up and demanded to know what he told them. He dropped her after she started crying and pleading saying she didn't tell them anything, he hit her and that's when the police officer came in and immediately separated them and arrested him after some aggression, tho he managed to grab her hair and drag her out of the room with her, the second police officer made sure he let go of her and stayed with her as her dad got pulled away. The other police officer tried to comfort her but it didn't work, she just flinched away from any form of contact, so he brought out a stuffed rat to give to her. He introduced himself and the plushie holding it out to her. She looked at it before taking it and holding it close to her chest. The police officer smiled at her, and stood up offering her a hand. She looked at him for a few moments before taking his hand and pulling herself up, and just sticking close to him as she walked past the car with him in it and got into the car with officer Shio, trying not to look at her dad and hugging David the rat anytime she heard her dad yelling from the other car. The officer assured her that she would be safe from no on, and he couldn't hurt her anymore. She just commented on how she wasn't so sure..but she didn't say anything after that. She was just taken to the station…or driven by the station? She looked at officer shio and asked where they were going and he just smiled at her and said that David needed a friend..plus he looked pretty hungry. It was in that moment her stomach growled and she blushed in embarrassment. He got them some food and bought her a nice warm coat before heading back to the station. She didn't see her dad anywhere, which made her relax a little, holding on officer shios hand. Eventually they decided to pit her off to a social services worker. She didn't want to leave shios side but they wouldn't let her stay with him so he told her that everything was gonna be okay, and that he knew she would be alright and find the best family for her. She was taken away from him after a tight hug. They put her with a foster home, but she didn't want to be there. The siblings were awful to her and bullied her, and her half siblings were given special treatment. Every time she felt alone tho she just gave David the rat a hug, and he helped her not feel so alone. She wore the coat that was bought every day, it was nice and felt like a warm hug when she wore it. Eventually she was given up for some reason unknown to her..but the next family was worse then the first one, well when she says worse she means the child of the original parent took David, and she was completely okay with sharing he wouldn't give it back and was starting to chew on it so she tried to take it back, but it wripped and then the baby started crying, and when she tried to explain the situation she was hit for making the kid cry. So she just kept quiet, but later that night she sowed up David all nice and new and grabbed her coat and shoes and ran away from the house. She didn't want to stay somewhere they would just hit her again, and the parents caught her trying to run away and dragged her back. They locked all of her windows and locked her door and didn't give her dinner for the night. She was forced to go to school the next day, a brand new school. She was 15 now after all, her mom wanted her to act more like a lady. She decided not to talk to anyone or get any food for lunch because she didn't have any lunch money to pay for it. However one of the lunch monitors noticed her behavior and bought her lunch, she was very thankful for it and ate it right up, she thanked the lunch monitor and went to class after lunch was over. While class was going, she asked for a bathroom pass and was given one, but she tried to run away from the school during the bathroom break she was given but one of the teachers in the hallway caught her, and called her foster parents. She was taken home early, and once again given no food in her room. Only this time, she broke her window and ran away successfully. She managed to get all the way into the city and found herself in an allyway. She used her warm coat and slept with David in that alleyway, but her legs were cold and when she woke up her stomach growled at her. She hadn't eaten in a good while..she pulled out her mini backpack and took out the sandwich she packed from school, and ate it right up before exhaling and sitting with David. She hide from adults and Eventually learned to start stealing things without getting caught, up until age was 16. She stole from the wrong person, but this time she didn't get arrested or taken back to her family. It was another thief, and they had admired her stealing skills and decided to take her under their wing. She was taken back to there house and given all the food she could eat. She definitely ate a lot, she was given her own room and taught how to steal. She was told the police were bad, but she remembered shio..and she tried to say not all were bad, but over time it was sunk in through corrupt cops that they were all bad and she forgot about shio. That leads into later years, were eventually she outgrow that jacket shio bought her, and she out stole her mentor. She managed to get her own place, a pretty nice apartment that she fixed up. She still sees her mentor from time to time but has set out on her own for now. When she heard her dad got out of prison …she was furious, she wanted to go off on him for everything he had done because he had not had nearly enough time or years of service in jail. She moved to buy a gun, before deciding to just slit his throat. She snuck into his house and went behind him and tried to slit his throat. Unfortunately he caught on and threw her over him into the wall, she coughed and dropped the scalpel. She pulled out her gun shot him three times in the gut. He slumped to the floor, and she grabbed his corpse and drove it out of the neighborhood, putting him in a trash bag and putting the trashcan to get taken out with the rest of the trash. No one saw her leave, no one saw her enter. She made sure she would never get connected back to the case, and it was only later that month that they discovered the smell of rotting flesh and then discovered his corpse in the trash. The case Is still on going.
Well it would be if the apocalypse didn't happen.

Name: Jasper
Age: 14
Gender/pronouns: she her female
Sexuality: she's just fourteen, and she dosent know the concepts that are required for this lol.
Shipping: if you have someone near her age then maybe, but it would only be a little kid romance.
Appearance: she's got long scruffy and messy dark brown hair so deep you'd think it's black. The hair so thick and tangled it's sure to break a few brushes along the way. It's wavy when you actually get down to it, though it's definitely got a few leaves and branches hidden inside of it. She has a flannel that's a bit tight on her, along with an under shirt that's grown with her. The shorts she's wearing are a bit short for her as well, her shoes are worn down to the sole. She has deep eye bags and eyes that almost seem dim with the weight of how much it's seen. She's got scars on her neck wrists, back, arms and face. Though she has Thread stitched and sown into her face, creating xs on her eyebrows, and down the line from her nose to her lip. She has them down her neck and on her arms as well. She's got a tanner skin tone, leaning towards being colored. Though she's got a lack of color from being Mal nourished a lot of her life. She's got a scruffy beanie that's a bit big in her, but seems to be the only thing that will actually fit her. She's got hazel eyes and freckles that dot along her face.
Personality: she's extremely protective of those that she's close too, though she's so extremely untrusting of those around her. Specifically men. She's almost got Like a feral disposition with the way that she will use any means to fight against you if you choose to Try and hurt those she cares about. She tends to be extremely jumpy from time to time, along with being both touch starved and touch sensitive. She can't be touched for longer then five seconds or she will start to panic.
Backstory: find out in roleplay :))

//TW heavy gore//

The date is February 1st, 2018. The time is 1 AM. About an hour before the disease reached the public and possibly your character. People in the country are most likely to get reached last, let alone know about it at all. It's cold and winter was rather rough and long this year around so it was just starting to warm up.
News of a cannibalistic disease has spread countrywide but the severity of it has yet to be released and is thought to only be in contained environments.

Jesse Nadhi stands in a dimly lit underground room with a crowd of people hollering and shouting, leaning over the railing surrounding some sort of fighting ring and placing their bets. Using money, drugs, animals, cars, etc. as their currency. The walls around her are made of concrete, including the ceiling. The floor of the ring was made of dirt, the concrete stripped from the square. She stares at a rectangular ring about the size of an average living room with two barred cages on either side of the ring.
The metal bars rattle as two large animals scratch at and bang their bodies against the railing as they try to get out, deep growls and barks coming from inside.
The stench of sweat, drugs, smoke, dust, and dirty animals fills the room and Jesse's lungs. Though she doesn't react, as she's used this.
Jesse turns away at a loud bang, the metal clanging and scraping at the concrete. Two huge dogs lunge out at each other from across the ring, their paws beating at the ground and their claws at one another.
She makes her way towards the edge of the wall and opens a large metal grey door, rolling up the sleeves of her dull green and black flannel from her wrists to just below her elbows, ready to get her hands dirty if need be.
The second she walks into the room, she's greeted by two men. One is a large man a few inches shorter than her with brown hair and a thick beard and mustache. He wears a heavy winter coat with fur lining the hood and his hair is swiped back as if he was trying a little too hard to look intimidating.
The other man was of similar stature but just a little lighter with lighter brown hair.
"Who are you?" the larger of the men asks Jesse. To which she doesn't reply to his question. Instead, she looks to their waists, then to their faces. "does anyone else know you two are here?" she asks, looking down at the both of them.
Jesse's voice is low, scratchy, and threatening. It seemed as if she couldn't care less about what she was doing. As if this were routine for her. With German being her first language, most of the time when she speaks English she misses a few syllables or conjunction words for the English language. It's very obvious that it's not her first, or honestly even her 3rd language, and often she's not easily understood.
The men furrow their brows, looking at each other and then to Jesse. They say nothing, not wanting to give out any info if it meant it could compromise them. But they just gave Jesse exactly what she needed to know.

"Good" she replies, stepping around them and towards the desk they stood in front of. Confused, they look at each other, shrugging before reaching for their weapons and facing their bodies towards her.
"I would not do that if I were you," she says, setting a loaded pistol on the table calmly.
"Yeah? And why not? Two of us, one of y-" The dark-haired man's voice is interrupted by a loud gunshot, ringing throughout the concrete room. The man almost jumps out of his skin before he turns to see his partner fall to the floor.
(gore here below)
His limp body lay on the dirt floor, blood leaking out of his skull and onto the ground beneath. An exit bullet hole was more than just visible in the middle of his face, his nose blown clean off, along with his upper jaw, the lower part laying almost fully severed on the floor shattered teeth particles scattered around, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
Jesse stands there, gun still on the table. She didn't shoot him. So who did?
Heels click along the floor as a tall, slim woman steps into the room, a gun in her hand. The first thing he notices is her short dark red hair slicked back and her black winged eyeliner.
The woman wears a black blazer with looking to be nothing underneath, only the bottom two buttons being buttoned up, showing a good bit of cleavage. Her top is paired with dress pants, large-heeled boots, and black gloves. She looks at Jesse and winks at her "Missed me?" she asks as she shuts the door behind her with her hip.
Jesse picks up the gun and shoots the man in the chest as he's distracted and confused. He falls to the ground, gasping for air now and reaching for his gun with one hand, the other on his chest, trying to stop the blood.
The woman kicks the gun on the floor aside and steps over him, letting him lay there and suffer.
"Zander…about time you got here," Jesse says to her, her eyes narrowing down on her as she sits on the side of the desk, looking up at Jesse. "mm i wanted to make you wait just a little bit hun" she says with a teasing smile.
Jesse rolls her eyes and holsters her gun. "I've got the files I need. We need to get out of here" she says, stepping around the desk and looking down at the man.
"finish him off. I was told to get something from the back" she says bluntly. Zander slips off of the desk and runs her hand along her arm "alright. Lets just be quick. Ive got a bubble bath waiting for us at home" she says with a wink.
Jesse sighs that sounds nice she thinks to herself before they head to the back.
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(little skip bc I don't want this to be too long)
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Jesse closes the tailgate of her big, black Ford truck, a large brindle-patterned Cane Corso lays unconscious in the metal kennel in the bed. She looks down to her arm, covered in blood, bite marks, and dried saliva she had gotten from getting the dog from the kennel out to her truck.
With a heavy sigh, she hops into the driver's side and pulls out of the driveway, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on Zander's thigh as they make their way home.
She turns on the radio, trying to switch the channel but all of them are the same.
Cannibalistic virus spreading across psych wards across the nation
different channel
virus
different channel
deadly disease contained
different channel
13 assumed dead
What is this shit?

Zander rests her head on her palm as they drive down the bumpy dirt road leading to the trailer park they live in, her brows furrowed at the radio in confusion.
Once the truck is parked next to a large tan and white RV. They step out and round the vehicle to the back, opening it and picking up the body of the dog, setting it next to a tree in their cheaply fenced-in backyard, tying it to the tree with a thick chain, a control collar already resting on its next. The dog's chest rose and fell with its soft breaths.
"thought it was dead for a second" Jesse jokes to Zander, who was out of breath "Dead or alive, that horse is heavy as fuck" she complains before making her way into their RV.
Jesse follows, she shuts the door behind her before Zander slips out of her clothes and into a white tank top, slipping her holster off her hip and setting it on the nightstand, plopping down onto their queen-sized bed, looking to the clock, it read 2:30 am

The hospital is cold and the air is thin as it flows into Min-Hyuk's lungs, stinging his nose. The smell of medicine around him makes his skin itch and the sound of his mother wheezing rhythmically makes his stomach turn over.
His painted black nails run over the skin on his arm, over the red mark it's created. The dead skin is lifted and serrated and blood threatens to break through.
Min-Hyuk turns away from the window of the hospital and to his sister who sits next to the bed, holding her mother's hand and reading a book.
Her voice is soft with a smooth pitch to it whenever she reads the vowels from the page in Korean. Occasionally Seo Hyeon looks to her mother and smiles softly, wiping black and grey strands of hair from her face.
Their mother has a name tag on the end of her bed frame that reads Yoori Youn. A beautiful name to match the smile she gave her daughter.
Min-Hyuk takes a deep breath and sits beside the bed on the other side of her, now sitting across from his sister. His eyes focus not on his mother but on the flowers that lay beside the bed on a small nightstand. The colors are too much and the water in the vase beside the outlet makes him anxious.
He knows the men are going to be here any second to take him away. Blood stained his shirt underneath his hoodie and he smelled awfully like a campfire and burnt flesh. So why did he stay in his seat, focusing on what texture the petals of his mother's flowers were while he resisted the urge to tell his sister to shut up and stop reading that boring ass book.
He needs to leave. To get out of here.
They're coming for me.
They're coming for me.
They're com-
"Min-Hyuk?"
His mother's voice calling his name snaps him out of his thoughts. A string of hope pierces his chest as he takes in a sharp breath, his gray eyes locking onto hers.
"Hm?" he asks, confused now. His brows furrow.
"Is that your name? My daughter was just telling me about you. Are you her friend from school? Oh, when she first started college I just knew she'd make a lot of friends. She's so sweet"
And with that, his heart sinks…

Min-Hyuk smiles and nods "Oh…yeah that's my name." he says quietly, his voice trying not to break. He clears his throat.
He feels a hand on his own. His mothers.
Her skin is thin and her bones are frail. Her hand is shaky but she squeezes it firmly. "what's wrong lovely?" she asks him, her brows furrowed with concern.
Min-Hyuk shakes his head "oh I'm sorry. Spring is coming up. My allergies are kicking in early this year.” he pauses, swallowing the lump in his throat “anyway, uhm yeah i went to college with her. I graduated a few years back" he lies "I wanted to come with her to see you today. I hope you don't mind that" he asks
She scoffs, shaking her head "Oh of course i don't mind. You think you two could sneak me out of here? I hate being stuffed up in this room with nothing to do but read a book!" she gives a weak laugh.
"You'll get out of here soon momma." Seo Hyeon says with a soft smile, leaning towards her just a little. Her long hair falls in her face before she sweeps it back out of the way. "and when you do, we can cook together and i can take you to the new park down the street! It'll be amazing. I promise" she says, holding her pinky out.
Min-Hyuk blocks out any more conversation and looks back out of the window. He knew since they were family he was allowed in here so late at night. But he felt like he should leave. Like he's waiting for security to kick him out any second now.
Was he even considered family anymore? His own mother failed to remember him. What was his purpose of being here?
Min-Hyuk stands, the chair making a sudden scratchy noise as he pushes it back, making them all jump and look to Min-Hyuk.
"sorry I'm going to use the restroom real quick," he says to them, giving his mother's hand a small squeeze before letting go. He quickly slips around the corner out of the room and makes his way down the hall, nodding to the nurse at the front desk before stepping outside

Min-Hyuk shoves his hands in the pockets of his red hoodie to grab out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
Lighting it, he looks up into the sky as he watches the white clouds roll in, He looks down from the sky and to the road in front of the hospital, then out a little further to see the blurred lights passing by on the highway as he puts the cigarette to his lips. He takes a deep breath in, letting the bitter smoke fill his lungs and warm his chest.
Exhaling, he watches the smoke fill the air around him, not bothering to wave it away. It makes his eyes water and sting a little but it calms his nerves more than anything else that he's tried. Maybe he wasn't on the right medication. He didn't know, nor did he care enough to find out. Min-Hyuk more preferred simple, temporary fixes instead of long ones. As he knew he wouldn't live much longer.
Through the smoke, Min-Hyuk sees flashing red and blue lights and panic rises in his chest. He freezes in place, looking blankly at what he quickly made out to be a police car.
"Shit" he curses before dropping the cigarette and bolting around the corner before the cops get out of the vehicle.
His pulse quickly rises and he feels it in his ears, the blood thumping in his head along with his heartbeat. He runs as fast as he can around the building, hoping to go around and come back into the hospital. It would be much easier to evade anyone inside of a building. The trick was getting inside.
Soon he stops in front of a door to the back and a latter beside it. He quickly twists the handle to the door-or attempts to anyway. But finds himself jerked down to the cement.
"Min-Hyuk Youn. You're under arrest for the murder of Nathaniel Hayes. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can-and will be used against you in the court of law"

Rachel sat in her living room, stroking Colt's head. She was in deep thought about well… Her life. Everything she had been through, how she struggled just to claw her way out, and for what. she had a house and a dog. She didn't need a job right now because she was a very skilled pickpocket and could just steal if she needed more money. She woke up at 3 am and wasn't able to go back to sleep because of her insomnia.
Which was annoying, because she managed to fall asleep around 12, and was hopeful she would stay asleep. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, so she was up in her living room with Colt. She sighed and looked down at her dog. She reached down and pressed her forehead to his own, and just sat there for a few seconds. She then pulled away from him and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
She moved to stand up, stretching her arms out. Colt tilted his head at her as he watched her stare into the distance. She spotted Colt's leash and smirked a bit.
"Hey Colt, did you want to go on a walk buddy?" She spoke, going over to grab his leash and harness off of the hook on the wall. His face just lit up and he started wagging his tail, he bounded over to her and sat down in front of her.
she chuckled softly, moving to put his leash and harness on him and then head towards the door. She opened it and they were off, walking around at 3 am.

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Jasper was stuck, stuck like she had been for what felt like forever. She had no real way to pass the time, only the words she heard from people passing by her window. they talked about strange things that she didn't understand or didn't know about. She did get to watch the seasons change, well, she didn't know they were called seasons until she heard people calling it that. There was winter, which was super-duper cold and produced snow from the sky. then there was Fall, and she didn't understand why it was called Fall. She liked to call it autumn. She heard some people calling it that and it sounded prettier than just fall. Autumn was really pretty, especially when the orange things fell off of the big, tall brown things.
There were fewer people when it was autumn…then there was spring. which didn't sound like it should be a seasonal word either, just like fall. She called it the green season. everything turned green, and even some pretty spots of purple and blue. She wanted to go outside during the green season badly. everyone else got to enjoy it but her…. but it's okay! she would get out there one day and enjoy it like everyone else. She could propose the idea that they change it from spring to the pretty green season.
The next season, and the final season. People called it summer, and she didn't understand it either. Why did people name things so weirdly? how did the word summer, convey that it was so hot during that time?
they should have called it the sunny season. Sun time! something that you knew by talking about it. Oh, yeah its sunny season, hope it doesn't get too hot this year!
it always did. Every time the sunny season came, she was sweating so much, and she stank really bad. She always felt like she was thirsty more than at any other time.
it was just that hot during the summer season.
she saw so many kids playing during the sunny season…and she wished she could join them. she wanted so badly to join them, but she couldn't call out to them. Bad men would hear….and she couldn't touch the bars because they would often get too hot, and she would hurt her hands or her face.
she sighed, knowing that it would continue to be cold for a long time and that she wouldn't get to feel the snow unless it piled up on the ground and spilled through the bars onto the floor.
it was also what the people upstairs called…the slow season. it was a horrible not fun season…she wished that it would leave as soon as it started. she knew it started when she started hearing yelling upstairs…and that was the least of her worries.
less food…and less water as well.
she curled up in a ball as she held herself, wondering when she would be rid of this cruel fate.

Shaun would find himself in this position time and time again, somewhat of a nightly tradition for him (or just insomnia.) Sitting alone in his crappy, slightly shady apartment, legs propped up on the couches arm as he endlessly clicks through channels on his small TV looking for something to watch. But that's the funny thing about living days, perhaps even only hours before a complete and utter outbreak, all anyone on these stupid channels wants to talk about is this virus that's potentially 'sweeping the nation.' yeah, sweeping the nation my ass. Shaun would rather shit in his hands and clap than actually let himself be fooled into thinking this is anything more than a hoax or some non-issue that's being blown out of proportion. Even if it is real, he muses, thinking to himself, my lonely ass would never be dumb enough to catch it.

Shaun stares at the TV with disdain as he finally just settles on some soap opera in a language he can't even begin to identify, silently cursing his luck in cable tv channels. But, it's whatever. Hes probably going to pass out soon anyways, and wake up at noon tomorrow to show up to his rank ass restaurant job (late, like always). His coworkers hate him, but he doesn't hate that, it's funny to see their souls drain further as soon as he walks his happy ass through that door. Shaun had just resigned himself to drifting off to cantonese drama shows his grandma probably would've skinned him for watching when he hears- something. At first he's not even sure he actually heard it, cracking his almost fully closed eyes open a bit further with an annoyed scowl. Then he hears it again, this slight- thudding sound, from somewhere to his right. Its not in the apartment with him, which means it's probably in the alleyway right outside his window. Thankfully he lives on the second floor so whatever crazed serial killer is probably out there wouldn't be able to get him if they tried.

So he tries to shrug it off at first, closing his eyes again. But after about 3 minutes of listening to that same thudding noise over and over, and finding it impossible to actually get sleepy again, he groans and slowly drags himself up from the couch, a genuinely pissed look on his face as he stumbles over to the window, pushing it open and leaning out of it. He's ready to yell at whatever kind of drunk or druggie that could be out there, when he pauses. Theres- he doesn't see it immediately, but realizes that the noise (now louder) is coming from directly below his window. As if he were in a shitty low budget zombie horror movie, he gulps and cranes his head downwards, the thing he sees genuinely perplexing and almost pissing him off even more. There's just. This guy, standing down there, slamming his head against the brick wall. Over. And over. Its genuinely disgusting because this guy is practically splitting his skull open, what the actual fuck is that? I mean, he doesn't even wanna yell anymore in case the guy goes fucking super saiyan on him for disturbing his weird ass ritual.

"When will it enndddd…" Cherry complained as she seemed to give up, squishing her cheek to the papers on her desk and closing her eyes. It felt like she hadn't gotten sleep in a full forty-eight hours and wanted nothing more than to go home and embrace the love of her life.
Which was her bed.

Well, it wasn't exactly the love of her life, her fiancé taking that label from anything else she frequently called the love of her life. Things like her now up-and-running library cafe, alcoholic drinks and in return clubs she frequented, books, gardens, coffee, and the more well-known one, her bed. It had become a habit to call those things the love of her life when they made her extremely happy.
But college was brutal, especially when the classes she took demanded so much of her, not to mention all the other things like her apartment and paying bills, the cafe taking most of her time outside of school-related activities.

Cherry knew that running a small business wasn't going to be an easy feat so she had requested help from a few others who actually knew what they were doing…
Not that she didn't know what she was doing! Not at all! She knew exactly what she was doing. Piece of cake. Pie. Donuts. Croissants. Pan dulce….
Cherry snapped her head back up, a few of the papers sticking to her face as she did so before they fell. The temptation of going to the back where they baked the goods strong. She had been strictly told not to take any of the pastries when the main baker found a few of them missing one time. The last straw had been when she had nearly emptied a whole tray in one night.

Barril sin fondo. They had called her which only made Cherry slightly embarrassed. I mean fine, she could admit it, she had gotten a little carried away.

There was a moment of silence as Cherry sat in her chair by the front of the cafe, mulling over her game plan, though mostly listening to see if no one was around since some of the workers stuck around even this late at night. They knew of her bad habits and tried to keep her from it, although mostly it was to prep for the next day. Still, Cherry had her suspicions.

After a second longer Cherry stood, the legs of the chair scraping loudly against the floor, it almost seeming intentional.
It was.

She walked around the large empty building, acting like she was inspecting the place, but in reality, she was eyeing the cameras, waiting for the right moment for them to turn before booking it into the kitchen.
It was fineee, it's not like eating one or two pastries would be the end of the world.
Just one.
Or two.
Welllll, maybe just three.
It would be fine. Yeah. It would be fine. She told herself as her eyes landed on some of the small square pastries, her face lighting up as a sinister smile took the place of the previous hesitant one.

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//TW implied SA//

"Look what the cat dragged in."
Or in this case, Jake was the cat getting dragged in. His very appropriately cat-like eyes slowly and tiredly looking up at one of the men who seemed to be the leader in all of this, almost as if to say "really?"

Currently Jake was not dressed to be fighting anyone, his tight clothes and heels being a testament to that.

Whore. They had called out to him, to which a shit-eating grin had graced his lips. Obviously, you didn't egg on those who had ill intentions toward you, but tonight Jake was in a bad mood despite the contradictory smile on his face, a laced undertone of anger as the man in front of him listed out all the things that were going to happen to him in the next few hours. It became increasingly apparent what had happened to his coworkers who were currently in the hospital recovering from their injuries. The descriptions they gave now strikingly similar to the three men around him.

Jake was no stranger to finding himself in these types of situations, it came with the job, but if there was something he knew, it was, that although his time associated with a certain gang had been short, he could get himself out of almost any shit situation he found himself in.
So when one of them approached him, now messing with their clothes, Jake's patience snapped, the room erupting into chaos as a fight broke out.

…

Cocky. Cocky fucking idiot. Jake scolded himself as he pressed a cloth to his shoulder which was now bleeding profusely, the other "lighter" wounds on his person making Jake wince as he moved to walk.
Jake wasn't as strong as he could be, but he wasn't scrawny either. What he lacked in strength he made up with quick thinking and playing dirty.
He huffed, a tired smile replacing his neutral expression at the thought of the enraged yet fearful looks he had received from those men when he had picked up a rusty pipe and swung. He hadn't killed the man…or at least Jake didn't think so, but he hadn't exactly stopped to check, making his exit when he had gotten a few bone-crunching hits in.
Hell, it was already three am- he didn't get paid nearly enough to put up with horny bastards who had it out for people like him.

Jake made a small groaning sound as his body pleaded with him to take himself to a hospital.
Absolutely not, he could care less if he was dying, a hospital was one of the very last places you'd see him and he would continue to keep it that way.
"Guess it's time to show up uninvited to Andre's apartment…" He muttered to himself as he looked up at the street names and forced himself onward.

Jolted awake by the sound of the dog outside barking, his voice deep and scratchy as if he had been barking forever.
She sits up, swiping her dark brown hair out of her face and trying to swallow, her mouth and throat dry.
“What time is it?” She asks Zander, her eyes still closed. The barking continued, though now followed by growls.
“Babe?” Jesse opens her eyes, having to squint this soon after just waking up. There was nobody beside her. Looking to the nightstand, her holster nor her clothes were anywhere to be seen.
“Must be outside”
She steps outside after getting dressed and rounds the RV to the dog, barking towards the cluster of trees her RV stood by. “Zander?” she calls out
Nothing.
“ZANDER!” she calls out loudly, cupping her large hands around her mouth
Still nothing?
Looking at the dog, letting out low growls towards the trees, his pointed ears perked up and his stance alert. She curses under her breath something vile in German before stepping into the trees….
Jesse hollers into the group of trees again, a crisp gust of wind rolls through the leaves and into her lungs as she steps into the small forest. Her large steel-toed boots crunch the sticks and the frosted, dead grass underneath her. She holds her machete by her side, alert and ready to fight even though she doesn’t know who she will be going up against.
She stops in her tracks, only about two yards into the trees before she hears a rustle in the brush, footsteps coming from the distance “Zander?” she calls out again, her loud voice laced with worry as she makes her way deeper.
Low growls are heard from somewhere nearby, though Jesse isn't sure which direction it came from. “Who’s there?” she calls out before being pushed forward by a strong, sharp force. She stumbles forward, quickly swinging around, though not with her machete. Not yet. The second she sees what had pushed her, her instincts kick in and she swings down on the being as it growls and swings its arms at her. A woman she knew from one of the trailers next to her in a bloody dress, half of her jaw hanging on by a single muscle, her tongue hanging out of the same side of her mouth, black, bloodstained, and broken teeth setting on what was left of her jaws. Her eyes a ghastly grey color and her skin a pale yellow, covered in dirt and cuts. However, what stood out the most to Jesse was the missing arm and chunks of her scalp and hair missing from her skull.
Swinging the machete into her shoulder, the woman didn't seem to be phased. Jesse kicks the woman in the chest, dislodging the machete and swinging again, sensing the animalistic aggression radiating off of the woman. How was she not dead?
This time she hits her neck, pulling it out and swinging it again, slicing her head clean off. She looks at the woman's body as it takes another step before collapsing to the ground, the head rolling away from the body and landing at Jesse’s feet.
The head still attempts to jaw at Jesse’s feet before she stomps on it a few times with all of her weight, crushing the skull, blood now everywhere.
Shaken to her core, Jesse presses her back against a tree, breathing hard. She’s seen some shit but nothing quite like this. That woman was dead. No doubt about it. Or at least she should have been.

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Min-Hyuk grunts, trying to shake out of the man's grasp as cuffs are clicked around his wrists, his face pressed hard against the cold cement, small pieces of rocks getting in his mouth and nose. Suddenly everything stops. The pressure of the large policeman's knee on his back released with a jerk back.
Quickly rolling onto his back to make a break for it, Min-Hyuk was sure he’d have a chance, thinking the cop had simply gotten off of him and had his back turned. But when his vision changed from cement and the cop's foot in his face to his surroundings, he was greeted with a horrifying sight. The man who had been holding him down lay on the ground, screaming bloody murder. Literally….
A lanky person crouched over him, their arm elbow deep into his ribcage, blood spurting out and intestines wrapped around the person's arm. The other hand, from what he could tell in the short time he had to gather himself and deal with what he was witnessing, he could tell had no fingernails, looking as if they had been ripped off and their fingers drove down his throat as the policeman screamed, pulling out his tongue and taking a bite. The officer struggled, legs squirming, kicking the figure.
Min-Hyuk blinks once.
Twice
About 5 times before rubbing his eyes and finally bringing himself to his feet, trying not to fall, his knees trembling underneath him.
Before running away from the strange, rabid man, Min-Hyuk’s eyes lock onto the man's gun on his hip, like a dog with a rabbit. But how was he going to get a hold of it? He certainly didn't want to end up like Mister Piggy over here (his words not mine)
So with that, his hands still cuffed, he kicks the man over, away from the lifeless body of the officer. It stumbles back, hitting its head on the ground before growling, now facing Min.
“I did not think this through…” he says to himself before dropping to the ground, trying to unholster the gun while his hands are cuffed behind his back. “Shit shit shit shit’
Almost having the firearm secured, he finally gets a good look at the man, now lunging at him with missing teeth, half of a tongue in his mouth, and bloodshot, yet smoky white eyes. Min retches, stifling a cough and trying to keep the contents of his stomach inside of him where they belong.
“Oh you’re an ugly son of a bitch” he says before kicking it away, this time at one of his kneecaps, breaking his leg and sending him toppling over Min-Hyuk.
He gasped, not thinking through what he had just done, still not comprehending what was happening in general. Rolling over to his side, now having the gun out of the holster but still behind his back, he uses his knee and his other leg to push the being off of him and bring himself to his feet once more.
Taking one more look at the person, now crawling at Min-Hyuk, gurgling blood from its throat.
Min leans forward, puking on the dirty cement before stumbling backward, turning his body around, and running away as fast as he could, not knowing where. Anywhere but here.

Soon Min-Hyuk turns a corner and finds an old gas station, another one of those things sporting a cheap-looking gas station uniform stands outside one of the pumps.
“Shit… I've got to get these fuckers off,” he thinks to himself, referring to the cuffs.
With more gasps of air than heavy breaths, Min-Hyuk slowly walks around to the back door
“Ha, lazy ass gas station workers,” he says, finding the heavy metal door cracked open. He wedges his foot in between the door and the frame, opening it with a loud “creeeaak”
“Great, just basically told this underpaid shit to come fuck me” he curses once again to himself before slipping in.
The back of the gas station is dark, stale smelling and…quiet. Too quiet.
That is until Min-Hyuk stops in his tracks, unable to see through the dark room, his messy tangle of hair in his eyes.
footsteps

Jasper noticed something was different today, there was a musky smell coming from the usually crisp cold air. She frowned, wanting to find out what was ruining the air, and she did not expect to see anything other than a dead bird, or a different animal. What she saw, was a walking corpse. Blood dripped out of their mouth as they staggered across the pathway. The eyes of the corpse were pearly white orbs, their skin was pale with a sickly green tint. some of it was falling off of the face, revealing the muscle and blood under the skin. The clothes they had been wearing in shreds, were hardly able to be recognized. blood soaked through what remained, a bite wound clear for everyone to see. She stood there, trembling on her little stack of boxes.
she heard people start screaming, running in panic.
It turned to look at her, and she stumbled back too far and fell off of her boxes onto the ground. She couldn't hardly feel the pain in her rear, because of how much she was shaking and how terrified she had felt. she hadn't felt that fear in years.
She sat there staring at her little window, listening to the panic and the chaos going on outside. She could hear the screams of people, and things being knocked over. people probably getting trampled.
A lady fell, at her window. She tried to crawl for it, screaming for Jasper to help her. Before Jasper could even register the lady, the creature pounced on her from behind, and the lady let out an ear-piercing scream. The creature dug into the lady, and blood came dripping the window, and splattering on Jasper's face, eyes wide.
She trembled violently, screaming as the creature spotted her and tried to squirm his way through but couldn't quite make it. She scooted back into the cell bars that kept her inside.
"HELP!" she screamed, and sure enough men with guns came inside the basement area and shot the creature, right in the skull. it soon enough went limp, and she started sobbing.
"Please- please take me out of here! I swear! I swear I'll be good!" she begged with the men, who looked at each other. Before one eventually sighed and unlocked the door, and she scrambled out of it. She was quickly grabbed, and they all moved up the stairs.
she hadn't been up the stairs in she didn't know how long, she was quickly shoved into a room with no window, and a bed, and the door was locked behind her. She moved to the corner of the room and curled up in a ball. she started crying again, and a little mouse came out from inside her clothes and nuzzled up to her face. she picked her up in her hands and just held her close.

Angela would normally be asleep at this time she was just walking up the front steps to her townhouse, she'd just gone on her late night jog because she couldn't sleep.
She unlocked the door and stepped inside and was instantly greeted by a sleepy miso, "hey buddy, did I wake you up?" She said sweetly as she crouched down to pet the black and white cat. Music responded with quite pitiful meow before running up the stairs which were right in front of the door. She smiled before slipping of her shoe's and locking the door then following after him. Once she reached her bed she flopped down next to the fluffy cat she called her friend and he nuzzled against her face, she laughed and rolled over so she could hold him. It wasn't too long till misi finally started to doze off Angela not too far behind him.

(Sorry this is so short! I've been really slammed with school work and trying to hang out with my partner 😪)

Jax kneeled by his brother’s bedside. Guilt filled his throat, making delicate knots to keep him silent. Every few hours, he’d come to check on his older brother, Dominic, running a few fingers through Dominic’s soft hair. His condition had worsened over the past few hours, turning into something fatal. Jax planted his hands down on the bed and straightened his back. He gave his brother a quick kiss on the forehead, noting the pale skin and dull eyes. Little tears formed in the corners of his eyes. Pain ebbed in his chest, reaching his quickening heart. Pangs of sadness radiated from him as he held back broken sobs. Once Dominic faded into nothing, Jax would never get this part of his life back. His childhood would leave him, revealing a crumbling interior and soft exterior.

He sighed, standing up. His brother’s condition would continue to deteriorate. Jax knew this, but he couldn’t just give up. He couldn’t give up his only family left. He brushed his fingers over the satin sheets. They were a glossy white, gently rising up and down as his brother breathed. Jax looked over at the clock, noticing how late it had gotten. His eyes drooped, exhaustion pressing at the back of his head. He had deep circles under his eyes, and his cheeks were sunken in. Jax stared at Dominic, his eyes unfocusing on Dominic’s pale skin. He swallowed his grief.

A salt lamp sat in the corner, emitting a soft pink glow. The light drenched the darkroom in a pleasant glow. The air was nothing but stuffy, making it hard to breathe without wheezing. Jax’s brother lay in a beautiful cedar wood framed bed. Jax reached over toward the nightstand beside the bed. It was a well-crafted cedar wood nightstand, which held tissues, medicine, a lamp, and various other objects upon it. He wrapped his hand around a small bottle and opened it. He took two painkillers for the jarring headache pounding against the confines of his skill. Jax placed the bottle back onto the nightstand. He waited patiently for something. Something he knew was coming.

Just then, a soft knock echoed through the hall. Dominic’s bedroom, or rather sick bay, was on the first floor. It made it easier for Jax to reach the front door if need be. Jax moved out of the room, his heavy boots forcing creaks out of the deteriorating hardwood floors. They didn’t have much money to keep up with maintenance. He lumbered down the halls where family portraits hung on the walls. He couldn’t look at them. Jax reached the door, grasping the metal doorknob. He yanked open the front door, peering his head through the small gap. Val.

Jax opened the door fully, letting the ginger-haired man in. His green eyes were a stark contrast against the dark house. He smiled at Jax, patting the older guy on the back. Jax and Val weren’t too far apart in age. Jax was only a month older than him. He leaned into Val, his eyes flicking to the floors. They were rotten. One could tell from the unusual black spots and wood chips coming up. Val came over often to keep Jax company. They played card games, or if Val could convince Jax, Battleship. Val always won at Battleship, which usually turned into an argument. Jax squished his face into Val’s shoulder.

“I can’t do it anymore,” he whispered. Jax was slightly taller than Val, so he had to lean over slightly.

Val patted Jax on the back, looping an arm around him. “You’ll get through it. I believe in you. Always have since day one,” he gave Jax a sappy smile.

Jax pushed away from him, playfully huffing. “I don’t need any of that sappy stuff. I’ll be fine.” No. He wouldn’t be fine. He was drowning in his emotions. Jax was sure Val knew this.

“Well, if you’re certain you'll be fine, then you should be interested in a round of Monopoly where I steal all your assets and then sell them to sketchy people on the streets,” Val smirked.

Jax smacked him on the back of the head. “Don’t be an idiot! You wait around in jail while I fall for your traps! Don’t think I don’t know your games!”

Val rolled his eyes, laying his coat down on a chair in the hallway. He peered into the kitchen, smirking to himself. “Looks like you’re doomsday prepping.” He moseyed into the kitchen, pulling out Monopoly from seemingly nowhere. He was going to win — just like all the other times he beat Jax. Jax didn’t like his unserious behavior, finding it inappropriate in most situations, but it did the job of cheering his suffering friend up.

[quick note before I continue with Jesse, everything is in German unless i say otherwise :)

Jesse presses her back hard against a tree, the bark scraping her skin through the t shirt she wore.
“What the fuck was that?” She mumbles to herself, catching her breath.
It didn’t take a lot out of her fighting that…thing. But it did catch her off guard.
She pushes herself off the tree, hoping whatever happened to this woman didn’t happen to Zander. Whatever it was.
Her head whips around to a loud crackling sound ringing through the trees followed by screams of at least three other people if not more. She turns around, heading back to the rv, her large boots thumping against the forest floor, twigs snapping underneath her.
Soon she rounds the RV, the large dog still barking but now at her. She swings the door of her vehicular home open with almost effortless force before stepping in and grabbing her black jacket and a gun before heading back outside. In just a matter of minutes she spots military vehicles rounding the trailer park, flooding in with men in uniforms hopping out, holding rifles, and yelling.
“What the hell?” she whispers.
Jesse wanted to think they were here to help but by their mannerisms and how aggressively they were shouting, she doubted it. Slipping out with the chain collar, she enters with caution but a sense of urgency and slight panic.
“Come on you’ve got to listen to me now” she states, swinging the large chain around the dog's neck. He lunges at her but doesn’t bite, as if trying to say “Leave me alone”
Though obviously, she doesn’t do that, instead she leads him around the RV as multiple gunshots are fired in the background. She turns around witnessing two men shoving a child down to the ground before shooting him in the head. She gasps as everyone around them screams, pulling out any weapons they have to fight back. Though the men in uniforms didn’t hesitate to shoot them too.
Seeing more than she needed to know, she needed to get out of there.

She jumps into the vehicle, the large canine following her. He almost immediately jumps on the bed and refuses to move, lying down in the tangle of sheets. She rolls her eyes, not caring much anymore.
Jesse steps out of the RV in a last desperate attempt to find her wive, not wanting to think about what could happen if she had left her here. She slithers through the crowd of people now running in every which direction, keeping her head held as low as possible to blend in with everyone else and lower the risk of her being shot.
In the flurry of chaos and confusion, she reaches a large, dark mossy green jeep and nobody in it. She wasn't about to take the jeep..even if it was bulletproof. The RV offered much more protection from the dangers of the outside world and whatever monstrosities she was about to face. But she whips her head around in a panic, making sure nobody was paying much attention to. Looking down she find a bag, buckled shut with unknown contents. She doesn't hesitate to snatch it, slinging it over her shoulder, and continue searching, finding a large sniper rifle and boxes of different assortments of ammunition. Looking around for more but not finding much else, her luck had run out, she turns around to make her way back to the RV, shoving the ammo into the bag.

Without much warning, if any at all Jesse is thrown back but a great force along with everyone around her, deafening shrieks and cries sound all around the trailer park. Though all Jesse could hear as she lay on the floor were her ears ringing and muffled gunshots. An explosion.
She opens her eyes slowly, her brows furrowing as she tries to regain full consciousness, bodies toppling over her and blood trickling down her face and onto the ground. She coughs hoarsely, blood spurting out of her mouth, through her teeth, and down her tongue as she wheezes.
"Zander" she tries to call out, though no sound coming out.
Jesse's vision is blurry and almost non-existent as she pushes herself off of the blood-soaked ground, her hand slipping in the blood.
She stumbles around as she lifts herself off of the ground, rising from the pile of people, dead or dying. Staggering over them, her eyes dart around, unable to fully see still.
She looks up to see someone running at her, tackling her to the ground, bringing the bag and the large gun with her.
Punching whoever had tackled her in the side of the ribcage with a strong, brunt force before rolling her body over on top of the being, now realizing it was one of the men in a uniform. Jesse elbows him in the throat over and over again until he coughed up blood, struggling to get out of the large woman's grasp. Her weight crushing him below her, she takes out her gun, holding it to his mouth "Open your mouth I dare you OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH" she shouts in English, her accent strong and her voice low. She punches him in the mouth, knocking out a tooth or two as he yells in pain, hitting and kicking her as he chokes on a tooth. She gags, throwing up blood over the man as he hits her in the stomach before she shoves her pistol down his throat and pulls the trigger.
His body lay limp on the ground, his nails releasing her bloody and scraped skin from his grasp. Jesse dry heaves for a second, struggling to breathe as she quickly searches the body in a panic frenzy. She searches for a gun but to no surprise, she doesn't find one, assuming that's why he tackled her instead of shooting her.
"Zander!" she shouts, looking around before limping her way back to the RV, holding on as tight as she could to the bag and the rifle on her back.

Swinging the door open, she pulls herself up into the RV, holding her side and sniffling up blood,
Jesse slides into the driver's seat and slips the key in with her shaky, blood-covered hand, turning over the engine. Looking around in desperation, she pulls the RV out, tires spinning out for a few seconds before she hears loud gunshots in her direction.
Pang
Pang
Pang
Bullets shoot through the metal walls of the RV as she ducks, swerving to the right when she feels a force shoving her back into her seat, a sharp stinging pain shooting through her shoulder. “Fuck!” she exclaims, tearing her bandana from her wrist and pressing it to her shoulder as she swerves away and out of the park, heading towards the city.