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Post by Raven on Apr 12, 2013 20:46:30 GMT -5
The air was stiffened with tension, the copper scent of blood still hung faintly in the air from the slaughter of the few dead corpses in the paved streets. Joanna walked lightly on her feet as she crossed the grassy yard of her old home that she had shared with her mother. Professionally held in her right hand was her six inch hunting knife and a small black school bag pulled tightly to her back. Her brown eyes watched from behind a small wooden fence as an infected being stumbled passed. She held her breath as it stopped just inches away from her and exhaled ever so silently as it started walking just seconds afterward. Silently she continued down her path, knife held tightly in her hand although she never actually had killed an infected or let alone a living person with it. She wasn't the killing type and in most cases she ran as fast and as far as she could in order to get away. Finally she had crossed the the next house safely and without being detected. Today she was on a mission to find food to feed herself and her older brother, David, who just happened to be scouting not much farther down the road. She slid inside of a dog door and rose to her feet as she silently continued her search. Her body froze at the sound of movement, a shuffling one for that matter. Maybe someone had died in the house or another scavenger was searching for food. Either way she didn't want to come face to face with whoever was making the noise. Silently however, she edged down the hall way prepared for anything to jump out at her.
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Post by Unbroken on Apr 12, 2013 20:58:44 GMT -5
[atrb=width,400,true][bg=maroon] Search, scavenge, survive. These words played again and again in the mind of the girl crouched on the floor. She was searching for anything valuable. So far, not much. The girl was tall, though she didn't look so in her current position. She wore a black shirt and dark jeans with a near-empty Ninja Turtles backpack on her back. Even in the sudden chaos that killed her family, she hadn't been able to leave it behind. Her wild mass of red hair fell into her eyes as she spun around at a sudden noise. She carefully pulled her pocketknife from her pocket. It had tinges of blood on it that made her sick. This was a life-or-death situation and she knew she would need her tiny bone-style knife. She listened closely and stood, creeping toward the door that she hid behind. Her foot hit something that lay on the floor and she cursed under her breath. Listening again, she realized that the sound of the footsteps was not irregular and warped like that of an infected. The sweeping of relief she felt was almost instantly gone. Humans were still dangerous to her. Mustering all of her courage, she carefully opened the door and peered out, dark green eyes narrowed.
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Post by Raven on Apr 12, 2013 23:55:20 GMT -5
Joanna froze in her spot and listened to every detail she could pick up. Although the pounding of her heart beat was making it hard to hear anything just a few inches away. Not only that but her breathing sounded unnaturally loud. So her hearing was shot with nerves and quickly she turned to her last reliable sense, sight. She scanned the hall with detective like brown eyes. The faint movement of a door at the other end of the hall startled her and she shook her head to clear her thoughts. She could feel the grip on her knife tighten and her feet, which should be carrying her away from danger, only dragged her toward it. "Hello," she whispered in a hushed voice, "I don't want to start any trouble." This was really the first thing she had said in days to anyone living besides her brother. Since the whole outbreak she hadn't spoken much after seeing neighbors kill one another out of fear; it was crazy to see how savage man-kind could be when something went wrong and answers could not be provided.
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Post by Unbroken on Apr 13, 2013 0:56:23 GMT -5
[atrb=width,400,true][bg=maroon]The redhead froze at the sound of a voice. A real voice! She had been right! Not only that, but a female voice! She opened the door just enough to peek her head out before opening it all the way. She stepped into the doorway, but not too close to the new person. She didn't notice she had already flipped the knifeblade out. She didn't put it away, for fear her judgement was altered from being completely alone. She held it at her side, though to show that she was not going to cause trouble either. She attempted to speak, but only a dry rasping sound came out. Swallowing, the girl tried again. "Me either," she said quietly.
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Post by Raven on Apr 13, 2013 9:18:13 GMT -5
Joanna lowered her knife to her side but still held a tight grip on it as the red-headed girl moved out of the door way. Good, someone else who didn't want to start any trouble today. Most of the living people she had met always attacked first, asked questions later. In every case of that however she had been lucky that her brother had been with her because she wasn't a fighter, never had been unless it came to fighting for a position on the sports team; but then again that is a completely different type of fighting. "Do you live here?" She asked as she leaned against a wall. Her brown eyes drifted away from Symera to see if she could find any pictures on the wall. Though deciding not to keep her search after a brief second of nothing, she looked back to the girl. "Well I assume you live in this town but by my question I mean; do you live in this house?"
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Post by Unbroken on Apr 13, 2013 11:42:03 GMT -5
Symera shook her head, wild curls lashing back and forth over her face. "I was just searching for supplies." Her dark green eyes flickered slightly as she remembered the reason she had fled her home with just the backpack and kitchen knives. She studied the other girl for a moment before folding the little blade back and shoving the pocketknife back into her pocket. At first, she had tried to keep her weapons in her combat boots like a character from one of her favorite books, but had later ended up keeping them in her backpack.
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((It's early in the morning and I'm tired xP))
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Post by Raven on Apr 13, 2013 16:01:36 GMT -5
A light sigh managed to break its way from Joanna's chest when Symera answered. It was nice knowing she hadn't just broken into a residences house, although that didn't change the fact she had just broken into a house of either someone who was still alive or someone who roamed the streets as an infected. She watched with gentle eyes as the young teenager appeared to recall something from the past. After Symera put her knife away, Joanna kindly did the same just to prove she wasn't a threat of any kind. Although she would be quick to draw it back out if need be. "Okay," she started off softly, "I'm sorry for interrupting your search. I didn't think anyone else was here considering the nightmare on the streets." A small frown played on her lips as she recalled her own sighting of the infections when it first broke out. Both her parents deceases because of it. "I'm Joanna by the way. It is a shame that we couldn't have met under better terms."
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Comment: It's cool Jungle cause you didn't have much to work with >.< |
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Post by Unbroken on Apr 17, 2013 19:08:22 GMT -5
Symera nodded slightly, not really listening. She cast her green gaze around the hallway. When the other girl introduced herself, she snapped back to focus. Despite the dismal circumstances, she flashed a small smile. "My name's Symera," she said, having little difficulty with her voice this time. Even though she had always been an antisocial person and had social anxiety, she feared being alone at the same time. The opportunity for friendship brightened her day- which had otherwise been dark and full of anxiousness. She fixed her bright eyes on Joanna before speaking. "This house has already been stripped," she said, "I couldn't find anything useful."
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Post by Raven on Apr 17, 2013 20:17:20 GMT -5
The tone of Symera's voice changed when she introduced herself which seemed rather odd but Joanna let it roll off her thoughts. She let her brown eyes shift over the red-head's face as she listened to the next strand of words the teenager had to answer. Softly she sighed and ran her fingers through her dark brown hair. Well so much for finding any food in this house. Surely there had to be something useful still in this house. Uneasily she shifted her weight from one foot to the other while letting her eyes search the hall way. "Well surely there is something useful still in this house, you just have to think outside of the box." She replied with a faint smile, although her words were hopeful she had little belief for her own words.
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Post by Unbroken on Apr 20, 2013 17:29:30 GMT -5
Symera shrugged. "Guess so," she said. Turning, she gestured to the rooms along the sides of the hall. "You're welcome to look, I have all I need." To emphasize her point, she lifted her shell backpack from her shoulder- which was nearly empty. Her green gaze swept the area around her again and she frowned. Maybe there was wisdom in what Joanna had to say... Symera decided she didn't care.
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Post by Raven on Apr 20, 2013 18:15:08 GMT -5
Joanna pressed her hand to her temple as Symera lifted an almost empty shell bag. Slowly she moved her hand from her temple and placed it inside her pants pocket. "Um thanks for giving me permission to look around," she stated gently. Lazily she leaned against the wall and looked at the ground. "Are you alone in this cold world?" She asked gently. If this girl was alone then she might just have a hard time surviving for a long period of time considering how empty her bag was.
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Post by Unbroken on May 4, 2013 2:37:37 GMT -5
Symera shrugged. "Yes," she replied after a long moment. "I suppose it took an apocalypse to rid myself of my siblings." Her tone was slightly bitter. She had wished to be an only child until all of this. She couldn't help but agree with the nagging voice in the back of her mind. Careful what you wish for. She tilted her head from one side to the next, her neck popping. "How about you?" she asked, returning the question. Wordcount: 79 |
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