Hunter | Male | 25 years | Enforcer
Mentions: None (directly) | Beatrix (indirectly)
Location: IDK, streets... | Time: 12:00

Hunter walked down the streets, his cross bow in hand, his eyes narrowed and eyeing the streets, which were surprisingly quiet. It was at the peak of day, about 12:00 in the morning, though it was nearly impossible for him, anybody, to know for sure. Max walked at his side, his vest on his body, and occasionally stopped to sniff the ground for a certain scent. Beatrix. That was Hunter's main goal; find Beatrix. All of his other family and friends were dead, Beatrix was she only one he had left and he had made sure Max knew her scent and would follow her scent if it ever came up. He stopped for a moment and crouched down, taking a piece of meat out of his bag and feeding it to Max. Hunter pet his neck, "Good boy. Good boy..." he murmured, petting his neck quickly one more time before standing up and walking again, wishing and hoping that Max could find her scent. The Belgian Malinois was trained in the army to be able to scent certain people, guns, bombs, and all that, you just had to show them the scent once and they'd look. The dog was a great pet, and a great partner too.

((Sorry, shitty intro))

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Francine || 22 || Female || Bisexual || Survivalist/Scavenger || Location: Woods outside her house

Fritt pressed her body into the rough bark of an oak tree, messenger bag held tightly against her chest. She could hear them, groaning and rasping, shuffling through the grass toward her home. The sound of her chickens freaking out was keeping them distracted, so it was easy for her to get away, but... she was fighting the urge to rush in to save her homestead. Her life was in there, her world for the past four years. And now it was gone. She freed her knife from its sheath and began the trek away from her tainted sanctuary, tears threatening to spill from her dark eyes...

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Shaun || 19 || Male || Bisexual || Scavenger || Location: Streets || Trouble: Pet/Stray Black Dog || Mentions: Max the dog's smell

Shaun yanked his machete out of the skull of a monster, shaking the putrid blood off of it with a quick slicing motion before sheathing it again. His heart hammered in his chest, sweat dripping down his face. Behind him, three more ghouls lay in various states of second death. He glanced back to see a large black dog tiptoe gingerly through the mess, before it stopped at his side and panted goofily, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.
"Thanks for the help, mutt..." He grumbled at the dog, who had crawled under a dumpster during the fight, emerging only after the last of the creatures was dispatched. Shaun looked out into the open streets, where more of them surely wandered, and sighed. He was out of food, and had no choice but to go out there again. The dog let out a soft growl, nose set to twitching as he caught the scent of another canine...

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{@Kamaria}
Please put both of your characters in one post, please! :) Thanks!!!))

Edit: Also, I/we will wait for others to post before I reply))

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Beatrix || 23 || Female || Hetrosexual ||Commander ||
Location and Time: Outskirts of Newark, 12:10 PM
Mentions: Celia, little sister (Indirectly)

Small breaths, escaped as she focused on the walker, tightening her grip on her Bolo Machette. Her grey eyes flickered down to her small watch on her left wrist, '12:10 PM', it read. Her eyes darted towards the small convenient store, where the current walker was feasting just by the entrance, and no doubt were there more inside. She darted towards the car that was probably abandoned by another family, taking a small peak inside she saw shards of glass that were crushed inside the back seat of the four-wheeler. Peaking inside the backseat, to look for any walkers that probably hid inside. 'Clear'. Creaking the car door a little bit open she squeezed her body, opening the Glove Compartment, she rummaged through multiple papers, being clear she didn't leave anything useful behind. Her eyes widened a little, a smug smile crossed her face at her small findings; a small protein bar, flashlight, a small medical kit with the simple essentials, and a camera. Packing away the findings in her pack, she placed her hand on the car door handle, but her hand slipped and ended up dropping something. Her eyes flickered on the ground, reaching her hand towards the paper that read 'Alice's first day of School, 2014' curious she turned the paper over her eyes shown a small grief, as her fingers traced over the picture of a young girl, who was smiling at the camera. Her eyes still gazed at the photo, "Celia.." she whispered out a name, she cursed herself, wiping away a stray tear that fell down as she took a glimpse in the past. Taking a chilling breath she crouched outside the car, looking through the small window to keep an eye on the walker she forgot. Her eyes widened, looking in front of the car to see if the walker went into the convenient store. Her eyebrows creased as she saw a glimpse of something behind her through the rear car mirror. Snapping her neck behind her just in time, as the groaning of a walker reacher her ears. Kicking one of the walkers legs, as she was still on the floor from being crouched. The walker slowly tried to reach out his hand towards her, as she fumbled for the small strap which held her machette. Just in time she pulled the weapon out, swiping it clean on the rotting hand as it tried reaching her. She rushed getting on both feet as the walker still tried to dig its teeth into her flesh. Taking a few steps towards the walker, she held her arms above her head as she striked the weapon on the head, ending the groaning and all movement, as it laid limply dead, or more dead. Swiping away the sweat that dripped down her forhead, mixed with black blood from the blood shed, she wiped the disgusting scent onto her already dirty pants and leaned against the car, catching her breath from the sudden startle. Leaning her head back as she placed an arm on her forhead, the beating sun that sizzled on her skin, the only shade coming from the car. With a sigh that passed through her lips, she licked her dry, cracked lips and let out a humorless laugh "Wonder how your doing now Hunter" she said as she ran a hand through her tangled dark brown locks.

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Hunter | Male | 25 years | Enforcer
Mentions: None (directly) | Beatrix (indirectly)
Location: IDK, streets... | Time: 12:10

Hunter raised his arm to block the suns rays that were beaming down on his eyes, narrowing them as he saw a walker ahead. "Damn walker" he muttered before shooting it with his crossbow, quickly jogging up and grabbing the arrow from the skull of the walker. Suddenly Max began growling lowly, as if he had picked up scent. Max growled and barked, Hunter quickly crouching down and closing his jaw, though a few walkers heard it and let out moans before appearing in the sun, moaning and groaning. "Damn it, Max, why'd you bark?" he asked, standing up and jogging away from the current area, getting closer and closer to the outskirts of Newark. Max's nose twitched, obviously picking up the same scent from earlier, the one that made him bark and draw the walkers to the duo in the first place. Max was a good dog, he was in the army so he knew not to bark when near enemies unless it was important. Like another person or animal. "What is it, Max?" he asked, crouching down. Max lifted his paw and put it on Hunter's knee before trotting off towards what Hunter guessed was the scent. At first he didn't notice the male and other dog, he just began shooting arrows into the skulls of the creatures, the undead falling one by one. He proceeded in jogging to the fallen bodies and getting his arrows out and, turning around to get another, his gaze stopped on the male and he furrowed his brows slightly, narrowing his eyes. Max stood by Hunter's side and let out threatening growls to the other dog, his tail straight up in dominance.

font size=1>By the way, Max isn't as scrawny and small as he is in the picture, thats just exactly what he looks like now, except he is stockier and way more muscular, yet still nimble))

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Levi | | Male | | Bisexual | | Scavenger | | Inside an Attic; 12:12 PM | | Mentions: Hunter and Max

As usual, Levi was relaxing in the dusty attic he'd taken up residence in. He had a blue sleeping bag spread out onto the floor and he backpack lay against the slanted right wall. He considered it safe up there- there was a small window that gave him a view of the backyard and a few houses beyond and the street below. There was a ladder that dropped down and until walkers could reach the panel, pull it down and climb up the ladder, he was safe. Lounging next to him was the retriever pup, Edgar who had lived here before Levi. Upon entering them home, he'd been greeted with an angry walker that he dispatched with a kitchen knife he had with with him. He'd heard a dog barking and after the walker was dead, the barking dog showed itself and greeted him with the wag of his tail. Levi had found a series of notes- one on the refrigerator and one that had found its way to the floor the first one read as:

Margaret, please take care of Edgar while we are on vacation. His food is in the pantry and if you can, please take him for a walk!

- Susan

And the second as:

Susan, there is a plague among us. I'm not feeling great and I'm scared. I've seen these... things in the streets, they're not normal. I don't know how much longer unti"

That was where the letter ended and the blue ink turned to illegible scribbles. Levi had even found the blue pen that must have been used to write the letter, and it was still uncapped.

Levi was running low on supplies. He'd almost eaten through the canned food supply and stored a few cans in his backpack due to the suspicion of people raiding his house. He'd collected some fruit snacks and candy, and one of his favorite foods, which strangely happened to be saltine crackers.

"Ready to go?" Levi asked the puppy, waving the pup's leash in the air. Edgar got up and approached Levi playfully and mouthed at the dangling leash. Levi clipped the blue nylon leash onto Edgar's matching collar and gave one final look through the attic window. He expected to see nothing out of the ordinary when he noticed a man with a dog and crossbow in the streets outside. They appeared to be rather distant. Great. Looks like I have company headed my way.

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Shaun || 19 || Male || Bisexual || Scavenger || Location and Time || Trouble: Pet/Stray Black Dog || Mentions: Max and Hunter

Shaun spun around, hearing barking, his machete out and ready in a heartbeat. When he saw how alive the threats looked, he tensed even more. Trouble took a step forward, baring his teeth and snarling wickedly. He was a huge black mass of grungy fur, ears pinned back and tail held stiff behind him. He was bigger than Max, but obviously underfed, and his pelt was riddled with scars.
"Damn it, mutt! Shut up before those ghouls come back!" Shaun hissed at him, taking a step back. "Look dude, I'm not looking for a fight. That's not even my dog, he just follows me around..." He wanted to pull Trouble away, but not only did the dog not have a collar but the last time he tried to reprimand the behemoth canine it had bit his arm, leaving a nasty scar in the perfect shape of his teeth.

((Sorry, used to separating characters when I post in busy RPs so I can get in faster))

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Hunter | Male | 25 years | Enforcer
Mentions: Shaun (directly) | None (indirectly)
Location: IDK, streets... | Time: 12:15

Hunter narrowed his eyes, leaning forward and yanking the last arrow from the skull of a walker. "In these times, nobody's lookin' for a fight, but that don't mean you won't get one" he said, his crossbow pointed at the man, though he wouldn't shoot unless given a reason. Max growled again and, even though the dog knew he was slightly smaller than the black dog, he was certain he could beat him in a fight, for he was pretty well fed, had large muscles all over his body, and was specifically trained in the army for fighting, whilst the other one was not as well fed, still had some muscles, and was just a mere stray. Hunter took a step forward, just one step, his crossbow pointed at him threateningly, hostility in his eyes. Hunter didn't 'ally' unless he knew he could trust the person he allied with.

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Shaun || 19 || Male || Bisexual || Scavenger || Location and Time || Trouble: Pet/Stray Black Dog || Mentions: Max and Hunter

Shaun went from placating to defensive in the blink of an eye. "Dude, you gonna kill someone for happening to be on the same street as you? Really?" He tightened his grip on the handle of his machete until his knuckles turned white. He was the same as the dog, underfed and filthy, with his short hair a mess of tangles and oil. He had been on the streets a lot longer than just the apocalypse.
Trouble stood his ground, taking another step forward to match his challenger. His snarl was purely feral, tongue hanging out and lashing, eyes wide. He looked almost like a wolf, save for his larger ears and broader muzzle.

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Beatrix || 23 || Female || Hetrosexual ||Commander ||
Location and Time: Outskirts of Newark, 12:24 PM
Mentions: None at the moment

Beatrix fumbled with machette, holding a flashlight and not to mention a weapon while still keeping an eye for walkers that happen to come out of the convenient store. She puckered her lips, a small opening between them and lifted her tongue to the top of the roof of her mouth, as she blew out air, performing a loud whistle. She shifted backwards while still remaining a strong position as she waited for any sort of shuffling or groaning. Nothing. Performing the same actions as before she let out a louder whistle, her eyes still trained on the ajared glass door, her grip tightening on the machette as she waited for one of those assholes to come out. Right when she thought the close was clear, some shuffling inside the store. She steadied her breathing, to relax her pounding hear, no matter how many times she has done this can never be something she would be okay with, with a group maybe, alone? Hell no. Taking one steady step, swallowing the building saliva to calm her nerves, she took another step, the crunching of the broken glass under her boots heel. Pressing the soft button on the torch,shining the beam to the back of the store, and slowly moving the light as she looked inside the store still standing outside, not planning to take another step until she confirmed it is empty. Just as she shone the beam of light slowly towards the cash register a sillhouette was caught in the corner of her eyes. As she mentally prepare herself, she shone the light towards the figure, suddenly the figure turned its head towards the female and with not a second to spare it leapt off the counter and sprinted towards the doorway. Not a second later Beatrix followed its movements backing away from the door and just as she was about to swipe at the figures head, a furry body ran past her legs. Casting open her eyes she didn't know she closed at one point she looked towards the direction, an adult young cat,with gray fur. With a nod of her head, "If anyone were to saw me by now" she grumbled out bending down as she picked up the fallen flashlight. Not even caring she walked into the store looking at what now she saw the cat was doing, eating a dead corpse. Turning her head away from the sight, she flickered on the lights, thank god they were still working! Stuffing away the flashlight she searched through the raided shelves, picking up some snacks, and fortunately they were filling but nothing too bad for your health, so that was a plus for her. Snacking on a small Granola bar, she stuffed her pouch with anything useful, and going into the a small room for the staff which required picklocking, an easy thing if you had the right skills she had of course. Within two minutes she slammed the door open, nibbling the last of the bar and tossing away the wrapper, as she stepped over scattered items and papers. Opening the small cabinets from which employees stored their stuff, she rummaged through unwanted items, storing away random hairties, and the occasional female needs. After five minutes of rummaging she was about to exit the door when a familiar shine caught her eyes, moving away the papers on the floor and a smirk slowly made it to her face as she held the handgun, checking the barral, and to her luck it was fully loaded. She exited the store, her hope slowly rising as she tucked the gun into the holster she scavenged a few days ago. Checking her bag for all the lucky goods she smiled out tearing the package of batteries and opened the back of the Satellite phone, her only hope of finding other survivors.

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Atlas || 23 || Male || Gay || Advisor || Inside of a Library; 12:15 P.M || No Mentions


He had been reading since last night. Only now, when his eyes were burning and watering beyond comfort, did he finally put down his book. He was tired. So tired that tired wasn't even close to being the right word to use. But fear and insomnia were the perfect cocktail of many sleepless nights.

He'd always had terrible sleeping habits, the apocalypse hadn't changed that. But fear hadn't been an ingredient until now. Despite his double locked and barricaded doors, every small noise was the equivalent to panic. He finally closes his copy of Max Brooks' "The Zombie Survival Guide: Complete protection from the Living Dead." Sure, the book had a few good ideas, but things weren't really playing out like Mr. Brooks said. Atlas found the book more humorous than anything else. If things could be as easy as self-help books anymore, he'd be a lot better off.

He stands up and still politely pushes in his chair. No need to impolite during the zombie apocalypse. The floor is scattered with other books that he's read and tossed aside, a few books piled on top of each other. Off of the floor he grabs a single rifle, his hands already shaking being near the object. He hated guns. He hated using them. The fact that he's survived even this long is practically a joke. Atlas makes his way up a small flight of stairs with the gun in hand, going over to a window that's just barely propped open by a copy of Encyclopedia Britannica. He kneels down and looks out the window, spotting only a single walker near his hiding place. Might as well take care of it now, right? He doesn't get that gun shots attract more.

He checks his ammo, silently cursing when he sees he's running low. He quickly takes the gun and aims it, then fires.

Dammit. He misses. The bullet clips the walker's shoulder, accomplishing nothing except pissing it off. The shot echoes off into the distance.

He fires again. He makes the shot. The walker falls limp onto the ground and he's proud of himself. He's out of ammo now though, and it'll be a while before he tries to go find any. He stands up and goes back downstairs and grabs his book, leaning back against a bookshelf.

“Remember; no matter how desperate the situation seems, time spent thinking clearly is never time wasted.” He reads aloud from the book. He chuckles and nods to himself. How very true indeed.

For a moment, he's smiling, but the sudden sounds of groaning and scuffing feet slowly getting louder from outside make his heart clench, and he realizes he's made a terrible mistake.

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Tanisha || 29 || Female || Heterosexual || Hunter || 12:36 PM, also in the middle of Newark's park ||Mentions none at the moment ||

Tanisha breathed hard as she hid behind a tree, the moaning of the walkers not far behind her. "If only i can reach my pack..." she thought as she glanced at a black bag holding a bow, 36 arrows, and a knife, the only things she could use to kill off these living demons. Tanisha was suddenly interrupted by the barking of a dog nearby, which of course, caught the attention of the walkers. She sighed with relief, if that dog wouldn't have barked, Tanisha would had been walking flesh in ten seconds! at least Tanisha's equipment hadn't been found, or at least her. Tanisha cautiously walked out of behind the tree and towards her bag, her eyes darting from left to right in panic. As Tanisha reached down to grab her bag the sound of moaning behind her made her jump "aw man! come on" she yelled as she quickly turned and shot an arrow in one of the walkers forhead and eyeball.

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Hunter | Male | 25 years | Enforcer
Mentions: Shaun (directly) | None (indirectly)
Location: IDK, streets... | Time: 12:40

Hunter subtly rolled his eyes. "Who said anything about me killing you?" he asked, eyes remaining narrowed. His crossbow remained trained on the male, and then he saw a walker silently coming up behind the man. Should he save him? Should he let him die? Oh, what the hell...? he though before moving the crossbow a little and shooting, the arrow hitting the far away walker in the middle of the forehead, the body falling limp and crashing to the ground. He huffed and walked forward a few steps, wanting to retrieve his arrow.
Max let out another growl, taking a step towards the other dog, his ears perked, tail up in dominance, and his lips curled back in a snarl. The two were challenging each other. Hunter sighed, though would wait until the two actually did something before he would react.

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Levi | | Male | | Bisexual | | Scavenger | | Inside an Attic; 12:40 PM | | Mentions: Max, Trouble, Hunter, and Shaun (indirectly)

Edgar's body went rigid at the sound of dogs barking, but other than that, the puppy made no move to voice his alertness. Levi had heard it as well and he stood, the attic letting out a distressed squeal underneath his weight. Levi peered out the window once more to see one man pointing a crossbow at the other and the two dogs about to face off. Those idiots. They do shit like that, all of them are going to be eaten alive by the damned walkers in the middle of the street! Levi let out an annoyed sigh and bent over to retrieve his backpack which he slung onto his shoulder. He expected to return, so he left the sleeping bag there, as it would take up previous space in his backpack. He had a couple of cans of food stashed in the corner and a bag full of dog food. He could leave it there for the time being and return to it later.

His grip tightened around Edgar's leash and Levi pushed down the ladder to the main floor. With his right arm, Levi scooped up the wiggly pup and descended down the ladder with the dog underneath his arm. After he reached the bottom, Levi set the pup down and let him roam about the empty house. The rotting flesh was beginning to stink, but Levi really didn't want to move the walker's body out somewhere in the open. Besides, touching even a dead walker gave him the creeps. He went through the house once more, throwing a roll of gauze and an ace bandage into his backpack and calling it good. There was nothing else left and he figured it would be better to stockpile lots of food and survive like that rather than waiting for his diminishing supplies to be used up and then being forced to venture out and collect more supplies. "Edgar." Levi said firmly.

The puppy came trotting to his side and happily down on his right. Now's a bad time to go out. I can always wait. he thought. He sighed and headed for the back door that led out to the backyard surrounded by a privacy fence. The wooden gate was held shut with a lock on it. Thankfully, Levi had found the key to it underneath a flower pot. He slid the key into the slot and turned, watching the lock come loose with mild satisfaction. He locked it behind him, slipping the key into his backpack and gripping his lame weapon- a pocket knife. He'd looked for a safe in the house that might have contained weapons, but he was discouraged to not have found one. And he sure as hell wasn't wanting to go to a hardware store for a weapon.

Levi might have looked a little strange- the leash attached to a puppy in his right hand and a pocket knife in his left. Look at the bright side, knives are quieter than guns.

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