@ zayn.
"Fuck!" James cursed under his breath, sitting down behind a tree as he heard the groaning behind him, his breathing heavy but he tried to keep it contained. His ankle was beginning to swell after having tripped and fallen on it running away from those flesh eating bastards. The group that had had just left had been over run and out numbered as they were sleeping, he was the only survivor. Besides him, his sister had been the last one of their family alive, at least until that big hoard came in and killed everyone in that small room. How he had managed to escape he had no idea, but it was killing him. Why him? He didn't give a shit what happened to him and he busted his ass to protect his little sister, but that was out of his control. By God he had tried, he had tried so hard to not let them make her their next meal. Now he was all alone in a world of flesh eating fucks, it was hard meeting a nice person in this shit hole now days. Letting out a surprised gasp as a zombie fell on to him, he acted quickly and plunged his knife into it's skull, making a face as the blade pushed into the head. "Keep getting distracted like that and you'll be next," he muttered to himself sarcastically, pushing the dead, decomposed body off of him and taking off as fast as he could on his bum ankle, hoping to find some shelter nearby.
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"Bring it back boy!" Colton said to his dog, a small smile playing on his lips. Colton's dog, Buster, was his only best friend in a world like this. After the zombies killed his mom and dad, he bolted out of there with his dog, and now his only companion. It wasn't the same as having the company of people, but it was enough for him. Buster had been there for him since he was fifteen, he couldn't just leave him to be zombie food. Running a hand through his sweaty hair, he felt a wet nose nudge his other hand. "I suppose you want me to throw it again, huh?" He thought with a chuckle, reaching down to take the stick from his mouth when he heard a twig snap in the row of bushes behind where they were, Buster letting out a low growl. Raising a finger to his lips, he shushed his companion and drew the small pistol he carried around with him, using his pointer finger to silently command his dog to sit and be quiet. Was it a person or one of those decomposed freaks? "Who's out there?" He finally called out, keeping the gun trained towards the spot where he heard the noise.
[ hope this is okay! c; i kind of left off Colton's side of it to introduce your character if you'd like? if not, i can always fix it ]
August 16th, 2015 at 07:05am