Apocolypse RP Here

Keen grunted and he pushed his way through the garbage dumps, they looked like giant hills when looked down on them, then you get amongst them and your senses are slapped with the smell from the years of human society decaying. Keen stopped and observed a particular piece of he found in the hill to see if might of some use to him, deciding it wouldn't he tossed it aside again. Covering his nose to try and keep from getting a head-ach.

Keen made his way out of the trash dump and made his way towards the city, if one could really call it that anymore. In its prime, it must have been a thriving city with thousands or even millions of people filling its streets and crowding the shops that lined the streets. He entered the city warily, keeping his guard up as he kept to the shadows, staying as quiet as humanly possible, he didn't want to run into trouble, he just needed some new supplies and he'd be on his way.

He stopped and looked around cautiously when he found a grocery store that might have some canned food, water, and other needed items in it. He checked the perimeter to make sure there weren't any obvious signs of life, when he decided it was safe enough he found a small window that wasn't locked and wiggled his way in, dropping to the ground, he was inside an office. Carefully he looked around, before opening the door and wandering out.

John walked along the abandoned streets of a city - his city. Or at least... what used to be his city. He'd grown up here and while it hadn't always been the most beautiful place on earth he'd never imagined it could be this bad. Had he really been gone so long?
As he roamed about the decaying buldings he spotted a ciggarette and as he bent to pick it up he froze. There... somewhere behind him maybe? Something had fallen over... he quickly shoved the ciggarette into his pocket before wirling around.
Two pairs of red eyes, "Crap..." John turned and began running as fast as he could whilst behind him arms flailed and drule flew as his pursuers chased after what would be their first meal in days if they caught him.

smiles looked out at the sky through the car window. it was abnormally cloudy. when the water was used up, clouds naturally became rare. but today was different, it was even slightly overcast.
Marine was driving so fast that the landscape flew past her as she tried to calm her nerves and fall asleep. they were nearing a city and she knew that they would be up for a while looking for food and other supplies. she hated going throught the ruins of once great cities, it depressed her every time. she hated how far the world had fallen, like it was stuck in a black hole in which only broken things existed. Marine took care of her but he made her work hard for the privaledge of riding in his car. he tried making conversation with her but as always she just looked at him. he shook his head and turned on the stereo. same chigaco CD they had both heard a million times but they needed something to ground them to the real world and give them hope. as they got closer to the city she saw an outer wall of an office building splatter with blood. she wanted to cry but by now there were no more tears.

Keen moved through the whole building, checking to make sure there were no creatures he would have to compete with for supplies or his life. He was surprised and a bit relieved that there weren't any creatures in here, for now at least, that he would have to worry about. He moved through the isle, his steps quiet even in their leather and steel toed encasing. He started picking up and looking through the items, picking up some bullets, some new knives, any matches, zippos, or bottled anything that was still good. The store was kind of picked over, but there was enough here for him. He filled up as much as he could and debated if he should stay here or find a new place to sleep. He could go about a week without sleep, and it was already his eighth day awake and wandering and he knew he would need sleep tonight. He wiped a small circle in the window and peered out, his red eyes able to see pretty well in the darkening the sky, he wondered if it would actually rain or not.

He decided to atleast look around some more and climbed out the way he had come in, boarding up the window as much as he could. He turned and started to walk the streets carefully again, making sure to stick to the shadows and stay away from opened doors and windows in case they were the entrance to a nest.

Leociado walked the streets of the city. All he had were memories of the city he practically owned and his wooden sword. He had enough faith in his abilities that he wasnt afraid to be in the open. He wasn't afraid of what may hurt him. He lived in the past and waited for the end to come.
The concrete was cracked, buildings crumbled, fearful and broken people littered the earth. He was in a slight daze and was extreamly dehydrated. He needed to find water soon.
He rubbed his forehead and chuckled weakly to himself. “i need to find some water...” he stumbled into someone and out of panic raised the sword to strike them.

John had no idea how long he'd been running but if it kept him alive he'd run till his legs fell off.
A glance over his shoulder and he could see that one of the creatures had given up, but that only meant the other was more determined.
A steady flow of curses and shouts cam eout of him as he attempted to find anywhere that wasn't borded up. At this point however, he figured it would just be safer to head for the outskirts than try and stop to climb in anywhere.

Smiles was loading up her gun as they reached the outskirts of the city. her trusty pistol that the marine had given her when he picked her up. she finished putting the bullets in when she looked up and saw a man running wildly along the city line. she figured he was just another zombie so she started rolling her window down to put him out of his misery. as he came closer smiles could hear the most imaginative words coming from his mouth. "its not like zombies to swear like that." said the marine as he swirved closer to the man. smiles wondered what he was running from if he wasnt a zombie, she didnt see anything behind him. she aimed her weapan and fired, barely grazing the mans arm. marine slowed the car down when he saw the guy wasnt going psyco from the shot.

John had barely any time to react to the sound of the shot before his arm exploded in pain. Military training took over then and he turned back; decideding to risk the zombie rather than the gun. It was more than a relief to see that his other pursuer had given up and he could concentrate more on finding a place to hide. He dove behind the nearest junk heap and checked his arm: just a graze but painful none the less. He ripped a strip from the bottom of his shirt and wrapped it as best he could. Now he glanced about for anything he could use for a weapon as the sound of a car engine drew nearer.

Keen growled as something bumped into him when he went to turn the corner, pulling his gun and pointing at whoever had disturbed his search for shelter and was more then surprised to see another human being staring at him with startled blue eyes. He looked the other over quickly before wincing when he heard the sound of a gunshot go off in the distance, who ever it was, he did not want to get involved though he was curious as to was going on.

Keen gave the other male one last look before turning and running off, using his speed to his advantage as he disappeared into the shadows again, carefully working his way towards whatever was causing a racket and probably bringing more zombies toward that area to eat hopefully the poor soul that got kill.

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He shuttered and ran twards the shot hoping to help whoever it was that needed him. He ran as best he could in his condition. He hoped he could find someone he knew, he knew all to well everyone he knew was dead. He was falling over running. His balance was ill distributed throughout his body. The scene came into his blurry sights. Three people? No four now. Was that a car?

He was screaming in his head, the air getting harder and harder to suck into his pathetic dust filled lungs. 'WHO ARE THEY?! DO I KNOW THEM?! I DON'T REMEMBER THE JOURNEY ON THE WAY HERE?! WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE THAT?!'

Marine started cussing as two more people ran into sight. Smiles looked over at him and couldnt help but giggle, he got all red and twitchy when he was angry. She focused her energy back to the situation: three people, none of which looked like zombies but were still running around like them, half a clip and an angry marine, this was bound to end well.

she opened her door and rolled out of the car, getting up at once, with her gun poised to shoot just like the marine had taught her. "what are your names and status?!" marine shouted out the window after he had pulled the car to a stop. smiles was staring at the man she had shot, nothing more than a graze, he would be fine.


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John had grabbed a peice of rusted metal to defend himself, but with the group that was coming now it wasn't to make much of a difference. He dropped it and stood with his arms behind his head. "I'm no threat." He called to the girl in a trained voice. "You can drop your aim." He showed her his hands. "Just a feild medic."

Keen stopped, and back up against the a building, ready to run should the situation turn to that, he didn't reply, just giving his usual brooding look, his bright red eyes taking in the situation, as he decided if he should stay or go. He was at least relieved to see that they were not zombies, and that there didn't seem to be any signs of any flesh eating creatures that wanted to make dinner out of them. He stepped further back into the shadow and waited to see what the other four would do before he made his move. Keen could already tell that the situation could easily get out of hand if someone decided to make a wrong move, hopefully he'd be gone and safe before any blood could possibly get spilled.

Leocadio held his chest and panted from running. “Leo, Ferdanand...” he uttered. “i-came to help if someone was hurt. I don't mean any harm.” he swayed slightly in his spot not able to hold still. He was getting sick from exempting his body from things it needed. He was hoping he could be useful, could be killed, wouldn't die of malnourishment, could be saved from passing out, could be social. Any of those things would be lovely for him. Especially being social. He was born and trained to be social with many people at once. The withdrawl was slowly killing him.

marine got out of the car and trained his gun on the other two, mostly the more dangerous looking one. Smiles looked over at the guy she shot, he had a band around his arm with a medic symbol on it. she started noticing other features as well that took her mind to a not so professional place. like how blue his eyes were and his chest was all- "hey smiles, are you paying attention?" the marine shouted at her. "i said go by the medic and see what supplies he has!"

she walked over to him. and started to look through his bags. when she found nothing she started patting him down.

"You aren't going to find anything of use." He looked from the girl to the marine and then back again. "I lost all of my supplies running from some freak a few days ago. Dropped my bag. When I went back to look for it it was raided."
The girls hands were getting a little to good at their job and he was surprised to find himself mentalling reciting his lost suplies in order to keep his mind straight.
"I guessed someone else had found and taken them so I started searching... point being." He shrugged and smiled halfheartedly at the girl.

Keen growled as the girl stepped closer, stepping further back, though something in him kept him from leaving the comfort of being around other people. He watched as the girl started to pat down the other male, thinking she seemed to be enjoying her job at the moment, he looked over at the other male who seemed to be suffering from something at the moment, he looked back at the male who had arrived with the female and gave him a look that just dared him to approach him and try and search the black messenger and backpack that he had with him, he would die before giving up his supplies to any of these people.

Leo clutched his sword as tight as he could so they wouldn't take it. No matter what condition his body he would go to hell and back for this sword. “i-i dont... have anything for you.” his head drooped growling slightly. “just leave me be...” he huffed. He didn't look anyone in the face. He saw only their form of foot protection. 'dont look up. Dont look up.' he thought to himself

Smiles finished her frisking and turned back to marine. she shook her head to indicate she hadnt found anything. she looked at the man in black and looked to marine, scared that he would order her to search him. he looked dangerous and she didnt feel like dying at this exact moment. marine gave no order to search him to she moved on to the timid looking one. we should just leave, there is no point in this she thought to herself. these strangers held no danger for them. but marine was kind of a bully and thought he deserved survival more for some reason. smiles had an uneasy feeling about the tall one in black, something didnt seem right about him.

John turned to watch her keeping one eye on the man she had come with.
Unaware that he'd been followed he was surprised to see sickly boy she was aproaching now, and even more surprised to see the dark stranger trying to hide himself in the shadows.
"Well... isn't this a party?" He looked unenthused but his voice held a slight note of a chuckle.
He pulled the crushed cigarrette he'd found out of his pocket along with a small box of matches. After he'd straightened it as best he could, lit it, and had taken a long puff did he speak again.
"So where'ed you get the car...captian?" He took a blind stab at the mans rank(even then only guessing he was in the military from his voice and appearance). "Or maybe luitenant..." John took another drag. "Just when I thought I wouldn't have to deal with dogs anymore..."

Keen watched the girl move on to the more fragile looking one, he leaned against the wall he was hiding against, looking through half lidded eyes, for the first time he spoke up, his voice a nice smooth and even baritone as he finally spoke up, "We're all dogs in this world, we're not really much better then any other beast that roams this withering earth, the fact that we survive at is sheer luck, it was defiantly a gods cruel joke." He reached into his pocket and popped a piece of what looked like black candy into his mouth, chewing on it as he continued to people watch.

“there is no such thing as god. Take responsibility!” he raised his voice “the only thing to blame this curse on is ourselves! It's your own fault your alive right now! If your not happy go fix the problem!” What a hypocrite he was being right now. He, wanting to die more than anything, and accusing others of not offing themselves. He waved his arm at the girl “DON'T TOUCH ME!” he nearly hit her, still only staring down. The ground was spinning now too

smiles flipped around to see another girl standing against their car. Marine and smiles were now outnumbered by the people they were trying to rob. not good. the marine looked around at each of the people in turn. obvious at a loss of what to do. it was far to late to jump back into the car and drive away, not with that girl leaning against it. she would shoot him before he even got to the door. smiles looked to him helplessly, she had no idea what was supposed to happen now. she started backing away from the girl with the gun. she accidently bumped into the medic's chest.

He'd been taking half hearted puffs off his cigarrette and staring off at the sky when she'd bumped him. He coffed a bit and looked down at her.
She was cute. Even though her eyes were sad they held some sort of confidence in them, and that just added to the cuteness. No... not cuteness. John had to admit - was beauty. With that thought he didn't really think and sort of blurted, "Back for a little more?"
Then, realizing what he had done, he took a quick drag and in doing so pulled the cherry straight down to his knuckles and burned himself.
"Damn!" He dropped it and stuck his hand in his mouth.