Roleplaying

"I'm great." He said before falling into hysterics "You almost shot me twice, oh gosh that was fun." Future curled into a ball and started coughing hard, his eyes squeezed shut. When the coughing fit subsided he open his eyes and smiled a Natasha "Thanks, I almost didn't make the jump." He said crawling back over to his stuff and quietly added the arrows to his stock counting all of the in his head. He had twelve left which wasn't really bad but he knew he'd have to get more arrows and knives. "So Natasha were ya from short stuff." He said tossing her more jerky.

"You were running like a child. It isn't my fault got you got in the way." Natasha raised an eyebrow at his coughing. She sat near him, still keeping her distance. She picked up the jerky, fiddling it. She probably wouldn't see this man again. "Russia." She told him. "My surname is Romanov." She added, taking a small bite from the jerky. She set her guns on the floor, followed by her spare bullets, throwing knives and a few blades. Natasha let down her long scarlet red curly hair. She watched the stick of jerky. "What is this?" She asked, gesturing to the stick of beef she was holding. Natasha looked up to him, her eyes studying him still. She wondered why he was alone, but she didn't want to ask. Natasha wasn't too curious about it, but she didn't want to bring the mood down. Carefully, she dragged her bag over, pulling a bottle of vodka out of her bag. She was thirsty, and able to handle a few shots. She was Russian after all.

"Russia, your a long way from home buttercup." Future said moving to grab more jerky "I'm from Canada by the way and i'm not a hundred percent sure what it but it's food so I -" he watched as she pulled a bottle vodka from her bag he narrowed his eyes "You're going to cloud your brain with that stuff." He said before shoving three jerky sticks in his mouth and smiling playfully "You seem like you would be a happy drunk though, so i'm not really worried." He said adding some knives to his cleaning pile one with a grey handle , the other with a red one.

Felicity was now extremely bored. She groaned, "I feel so lonely.." Meow. "Oh right, you're still hiding under the bed.." Bumble meowed again and came out from under the bed. Squeak. Bumble's ears perked up. "Another mouse.. or rat?" Felicity mumbled. Bumble got down in a crouch, sniffing the floor here and there.  Bumble put on a sudden boost of speed and all that was heard was a hiss and a lot of ruckus. "Geez Mr.Bumble! Don't be so loud!" Bumble emereged from under the dresser in the bedroom. "How do you even fit down there?" Bumble sat down and began eating the mouse. "Yuck, you're making a mess on the pretty carpet, or what at leadt used to be pretty..."

"Why wouldn't I?" Natasha quirked an eyebrow, unscrewing the lid from the bottle with ease, like she had done it a thousand times. "Thirsty?" She asked, taking a good swig from the bottle, wincing slightly at the burn in the back of her throat when she swallowed it. She held the bottle out to him. "Yours if you want it." She shrugged, setting it down before taking a bite from the jerky. "I haven't been home in a long time." She told him, fiddling with the jerky. She pulled another face when he put the jerky in his mouth and smiled. "You have no idea." Natasha told him. "I get a bit... Difficult.. In more ways than one." She winked, glancing around the area. She noticed the weapons he had, it made her raise an eyebrow. "How did you learn to use all these?" She asked, getting up carefully, picking up an arrow, running her finger down it to the tip, testing its sharpness. "You buy these? Or make them?" She questioned, curious by nature.

Felicity picked up the pen and small notepad she had found in one of the drawers. "What can I draw.." Meow. "Right..." Felicity flipped the cover and began doodling on the first page. While she was drawing, she was humming the same catchy toon as earlier. "Tada!" She outstretched her arm and showed Bumble her 'masterpeice'. Mrrrrrrowr... "What, you don't like my drawing of you?" she pouted. Meow. "What do you want Bumble?" Felicity asked. "Wait a second.." she could tell that wasn't Bumble who meowed. His meows don't sounds like they and he didn't even open his mouth. "Is there a cat in the hallway or something?"

"No thanks I sleep when I'm drunk don't want to risk leaving a girl alone with my things, you might break something." He said sitting the bottle on the floor "And besides you seem like a difficult person to manipulate so I'm going to take a long shot and say you've never worn a dress before." He said cracking a smile and eating more jerky . He paused before answering the last question "My warehouse was a armory run by this guy named Moose ,he dead now went zombie but before he dies he showed me who to make my bow and arrows, and the knives I raided a store." He reached into his bag and brought out a thermos filled with kool-aid 

Natasha quirked an eyebrow. "Hm, you're smart." She told him. She set the arrow back exactly where she found it. "You'll be surprised how many men instantly trust women with a face like mine." She told him, carefully sitting back down. Natasha watched him, leaning forward lightly. "Actually, I wore dresses on a daily basis. It was once my job to seduce then kill men." She told him. Natasha took another gulp of Vodka. "Did Moose teach you how to shoot an arrow?" She asked, her blue eyes watching him. Natasha fiddled with one of her blades, letting it dance between the fingers of her left hand. She looked him up and down before looking back to his eyes, taking another swig of vodka, then eating the last bit of jerky she had. Still having two sticks left. She tucked a scarlet curl behind her ear.

Future shugged "It's the pretty, innocent looking ones that will kill you in your sleep." He said leaning back against the wall "So you were an assassin huh, pretty cool until you're stuck in a room with them." Moving his stuff over he crawles to the corner and covered his body with his jacket "Yea , he taught me to make, wield, and kill using long range weapons." Looking over at Natasha he pionted his jerky stick at her "Due to the fact I've been running all day I'm going to take a nap , if you get hungry there are more jerky sticks in the second zipper, and if you decide to kill me slit my throat and let me die that way, Night." He muttered before rolling over and falling asleep heavily. 

Natasha narrowed her eyes. "Stop calling me that." She told him. "Pretty." She muttered. She watched him quietly, she made sure he was asleep before getting more jerky from where he told her it was. "Why would I kill you?" She mutterrd to herself, shaking her head lightly. Natasha drank more of the vodka before rubbing her eyes. It had been days since she last slept. Cold, she quietly crawled next to Future, laying next to him but with her back to him. Though she knew she would eventually turn over in her sleep. Natasha let out a slight sigh as she fell asleep, free of nightmares for the first time in months.

He was dreaming about anchorage when a penguin with a mustache came up to him and pecked his eyes out, making him wake in a panic. Future sat up rubbing his eyes before sneezing a really high-pitched sneeze, muttering about killer birds and was about to get when he noticed Natalia was really, really close to him, her red hair covered most of her face making her look younger than she really was "There's no way this girl is a killer." He thought getting to his feet slowly before covering her with his jacket. Walking over to his bag he picked up his bow and arrows and slung them over his back before walking towards the window, the alarm was still blaring and he knew that if it went on any longer people will show up bringing gangs with them. Quickly he grabs a box of matches from his bag and jumped out the window , landing roughly and almost fell over but righted himself in time, he walked into the store and looked for things he could save before he set the store a blaze.

Natasha woke shortly after the left, sighing as she stretched, Her full pink lips separate for her to yawn. She noticed his jacket over her shoulders, she hummed tiredly, sitting up and brushing her hair out of her eyes. She glance around, wondering where he had gone, noticing some of his things were gone too. Natasha raised an eyebrow, checking her wound. It was already beginning to scar her skin. Adding to the many she already had. Natasha sighed, crawling to where she knew the jerky was, taking a few sticks an eating them hungrily, taking a swig from the vodka bottle. It was becoming her knew favourite diet. "I have to find out where he got these from." She sighed, getting to her feet, setting the jacket on the ground. She peered outside, seeing Future head towards the store. Natasha sat back down, resting the jacket over her shoulders.

Future looked though the store scanning the aisles, stopping when he came to breakfest one, smiling then picked up the only three packages of mini powder donuts that were unmolded. He carried them over to a bag that hung unsold and flung back before walking over to the car care aisle, grabbing gasoline cans and started pouring on the floor careful not to get any on his boots. dancing over to the entrance over the puddles to the sound of the alarm, but he tripped at the last moment nearly landing on the donuts and a puddle of gas. Getting up he hoped Natasha wasn't up to see that, after a moment he pulled out a match from his pocket, lit it, and threw it on the gas immedeatly catching the place on fire and cutting off the alarm. He stood there a moment before realizing that he'd also caught his pants leg on fire too, which made do a really wierd dance before he tackled the ground rolling to put the fire out.

 

Natasha sighed as she waited for him to come back. 'What if he doesn't..' She thought to herself. Natasha shook the thought from her head, laying back down to try and go back to sleep, her hands gripping onto the jacket as she fell asleep gain. Though this time, she was haunted by nightmares of the past: ---Walking through the streets, she heard constant screams of terror. It was only them she realised her shoulder was pumping blood, but she felt no pain. She wasn't meant to. Scaling the building with ease, she pried open the window, slipping inside soundlessly. She walked through the mansion of a house, her heels not making a sound on the marble floor. She spotted a young girl, throwing a knife at her before she could make a sound. She walked up the stairs, to the study where a man sat. She stood in the doorway, loading her gun. This is what she was trained to do.--- Natasha woke up, her scream caught in her throat so she made no sound. She breathed heavily, glancing around.

Future walked back to the building and climbed in the window silently, he then added to bags of the donuts to his bag before sitting next to Natasha's sleeping form he was about to eat one when she woke, breathing heavily it was obvious that she had a nightmare she looked around "Hey, sleeping beauty I caught myself on fire and found more food, want a donut." He asked sticking his hand out which were full of the powdered donuts , and grinning. Then Future shoved four mini donuts and a couple jerky sticks into his mouth while trying to get the burn marks off his pants.

Its August in New York City, what once was beautiful but busy, is now horrific and abandoned. The streets are full of tipped cars, most on fire. Street gangs break into stores and apartments, stealing and killing to survive. Children scream, and parents cry. It rains ash, from the large amount of fires that have broken out. Zombies hide, waiting for their next victim to walk by.

You are one of the survivors trying to make it in a world overrun with walking zombies. Do whatever you can to survive.

4 months ago, a suspicious meteor crashed into the Earth. A few days after the crash, people who live near the crash site began to display strange symptoms such as rotting skin, twitching and even trying to eat their own limbs. Hearing of this, the government put up a quarantine,  which was a 100 mile radius each way.

However, the disease began to spread after there was a rumour of one of the zombies escaping. They terrorised the nearest towns, infecting people. As the disease began to spread, it was every man, or woman, for themselves.

I only have a few rules!

Do not control other peoples characters

Do not double post

And have fun!