Roleplaying

Natasha sighed lightly, rubbing her forehead. Natasha nodded lightly, taking one of the donuts. "How did you manage that?" She asked, eating some of the donut. "Stop trying to pay me compliments. Whatever you're trying to do, its not working." She told him, she still didnt fully trust him. Natasha stretched her arms slightly, taking off his jacket. She set it in her lap, finishing off her donut. She took another drink from the vodka bottle, looking up to him. "Are you sure you don't want any?" She asked, taking another drink. Natasha held it in front of him temptingly. 

"I found a bunch if them in the store most were molded but these weren't. " Future said smiling until he heard the next question "I'm not trying anything I thought people liked complements, not really a people person myself." He said muttering the end before lying back against the wall and started humming steadily cutting though his burned pants leg, then though the other with the red handled knife. He could sense that the fire had drew the attention of a group people at the edge of town , meaning he'd have to leave soon and go back to the safety of the warehouse . He didn't like saying good bye to people so he decided to leave in the cover of darkness.

Natasha sighed lightly. "People do, I don't." She told him, fiddling with the top of the vodka bottle. "I've been given so many false ones in my life, I've just learned to hate them." She shrugged, pulling her knees up to her chest,  wrapping  her arms around them. Natasha watched him quietly, her eyes on the burnt part of his pants. "I still can't believe you caught yourself of fire." Natasha said, smiling a little for the first time since she met him. Her blue eyes studied their surroundings as her red hair fell in curls to frame her face. "How long are you staying here?" She asked, wanting to make conversation.

"Sadly you can't trust some people." He said shugging "But I know I can trust you." Future mumbled though a mouth of jerky "I mean , I think your only dangerous because in your old life you had to be." Moving to get more jerky from his bag, he found a old hat that had belonged to his brother, hitting it across his leg then put it on his head quietly. He grinned when she asked about the fire "I'm happy you didn't see it, I have a feeling that you would've laughed. and to be honest I'm leaving tonight but you can always go with me, my warehouse isn't far only on the otherside of the city." He said looking at her for a moment before adding the donuts to the bag.

Natasha watched him, smiling softly. "You shouldn't trust me. I killed innocent people for a living not too long ago. How do you know I've changed?" Natasha asked, tilting her head. She chuckled softly, her laugh was dry and dirty, matching the natural, alluring huskiness of her voice. "Yeah well I'm sure I would have." She said lightly, combing her fingers through her curls to remove the knots. "I'm not sure if I can trust you yet." Natasha told him. "I guess the time hasn't come for me needing to trust you." She shrugged, her sparkling eyes watching him. "Nice hat." She smirked, her eyes looking over it. Natasha listened to what he had to say next. "I think I might. I have no other company." She smiled lightly, picking up the vodka bottle. "Come on, just one shot? I promise I won't kill or steal from you, I'll stay right here." She told him, watching him with a small smile.

"Ahh... what a beautiful day to claim another block or two..." Dennis said as he sat down in a nearby abandoned warehouse. "Did you two find anything yet? I'm getting tired of sitting around in this place". He asked his fellow gang members."Nothing yet boss..."one of them responded "We searched the whole place and only found 12 twinkies" the other said."Ok... I guess we can all have one each then.." Dennis said as he removed his hood. Just as Dennis was about to leave another person from his gang bursted through the doors."What are you doing in here Bryan?" Dennis said "You're supposed to be keeping watch". "But Dennis.." Bryan said "there is a fire just down the block from here..". "What!? A fire!?" Dennis replied "Bryan, Chip follow me... Chris head back to base and prepare for anything" Dennis said "Were going to investigate". Dennis then put back on his hood and burst out the door with Bryan and Chip close behind

"They had to die so you could live, survival of the fittest." Future said looking at her before taking the shot and drinking it, for a moment everything went blurry but came into focus seconds later. " I don't mind that you don't trust me yet' it takes time to gain trust." He snorted fixing the hat over his ears and grinning "The hat was my brother's we got it before the meteor struck, our mother loved stopping at small stores." He in a monotone voice then laughed sadly "If you decide to home the warehouse is the safest place you can be."

"I'm glad you can find good in what I've done." Natasha smiled lightly, laughing as he took the shot. "Been a while?" She smirked teasingly. Natasha took the bottle back, taking a gulp from it. She was beginning to feel the affects now. "I guess so." She nodded, leaning forward as she listened to him, subconsciously moving closer to him, drinking some more vodka. "What happened to him?" She asked softly, her blue eyes studying him, Natasha resting a soft hand on his knee, trying to be comforting but she didn't know if she was successful with it or not. "You don't have to tell me of you don't want to, I won't force you." She told him, her natural Russian accent peaking out with a few words now she was becoming a little drunk. Natasha picked the bottle back up, taking a few more drinks.

Felicity opened the door of room 7.  She looked side to side. "Nothi-" Felicity's sentence was cut off by a meow. She looked down to see a fluffy black cat clawing at her boots. "Hey!" she kneeled down towards the cat. "You must have smelt Bumble." Bumble perked his ears at the sound of his name. Bumble crawled over next to Felicity, pawing at the black cat. The black cat hissed, getting a angry reply from Bumble. "Hey, stop it you two.." Felicity pushed the two cats away from eachother with a push to their heads. THe cats calmed down. "Now what.."

"Yea, it's been a good amout of time." He sat down the glass and wrapped his arms around his knees "He drowned, we were escaping from anchorage, when he fell asleep and accidenally fell into the water, his senses didn't kick in because we were traveling on fumes. I'm glad they died before me so they can't see or hear about the things I had to do." He got up and walked over to the window, looking out quietly to the burned building across the way "Have you met anyone lately, because all hell is about to break loose." He muttered reaching for his bow and arrows

Natasha listened to him closely, her eyes following him, she carefully stood, a hand on the wall to support her. "Only you l guess. Well, the only one that's stuck around." She shrugged, resting a hand on her stomach, not feeling too good. "I think I might go with you to that warehouse. I have nothing else better to do." She shrugged. Natasha felt the room spin, it made her begin to rock slightly, alcohol and pain meds were never a match made in heaven. "I don't feel too-" Natasha began, but fainted shortly after, seeing a pattern of colours. All noise seemed distant, and distant like an echo. It confused her greatly. Natasha was so disorientated she didn't even know where she was. Her eyes slid closed as she fell unconscious for a few moments.

Felicity felt an odd prescene, but she ignored it. She picked up the black cat and carried it into the room. She shut the door with her foot and put the black cat on the floor. The two cats meowed and meowed. "Geez, you guys gotta shush." Hehehe, I wonder what they are saying... Felicity picked up the notepad and pen she had left on the bed. She picked it up and ripped out the picture she drew of Bumble. She scribbled over it and crumbled it up. She then put the notepad back in the drawer of the nightstand as well as the pen. "Why must I always be so bored..." She watched the two cats meow their whiskers off. "Can't you guys just shush?"

Future tried to catch her but was to slow and she hit the ground hard. Flinching he picked her up holding her against his chest carful not to touch her wound. He walked over to the window and looked out the window, it would be a struggle but he had the feeling it would be best to move while she was unconscious. Future packed up everything and put it into his bag also adding Natasha's vodka and other items except for her gun which he put in his belt. Then he carefully lowered her into the alley before jumping down next to her, wrapping his jacket around her before carrying her from the alley with his bag, bow, and arrows on his back towards his warehouse.

Dennis, Bryan, and Chip arrive at the burning store."What the heck happened here!" Chip yelled. "Keep your voice down!" Dennis said to Chip "Do you want to atrract the undead to us?". Dennis looked around for any signs of anyone else in the area. "Look around the area you two!" Dennis said "Whoever did this couldn't have gotten far..". Dennis, Bryan, and Chip then went into seperate directions to look for the person that did this. Dennis then peered into alleyways and looked up to windows but didn't find anything. "I got nothing, you guys find anything?" Dennis said. "No boss" Chip replied. "Nothing so far..." Bryan replied. "let's get out of here... Let's head back to the base" Dennis said "Whoever did this is long gone by now"

Felicity sat back down on the blue plaid bed, and kicked her feet. "Is there even anything to do?" She jumped and heard some yells coming from outside. She stood up and slowly walked up to the window. She slightly pushed aside the curtains, taking a peek outside. In the distance, she spotted some smoke. She quickly shut the curtains and and headed back to the bed. She plopped back down onto the bed and looked at her watch. "Almost night..." she mumbled. "Eep! Oh just you..." Felicity was spooked by the 4 gleaming yellow eyes which belonged to  Bumble and the black cat. 

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!