Roleplaying

Natasha looked up to him, her blue eyes following him, but she looked down to her bowl again when he came back. She fiddled with the edge of her shirt, watching the ground. She looked up slowly when he came closer, her eyes momentarily on his lips, before she turned away, her back to him. "Yes, you did." She said, just wanting to be difficult. "If I hadn't found a reason to kill you before, I have now." She growled, loud enough for him to hear, in a tone that was believable. Natasha fiddled with her fingers, raising an eyebrow at his comment of his "unicorn pyjamas". Natasha have a small sigh, muttering something in Russian under her breath, before speaking again. "If you probably can't tell already, unicorns aren't really my thing." She muttered.

Dennis, Bryan, and Chip made it back to their base. "I still can't believe that where we hang out is actually and abandoned toy store... " Chip said as he pushed open the double doors and held them open for Bryan and Dennis. "Well its the best we could do since my block is possibly still crawling with zombies" Dennis said "and plus, who would expect to find us here of all places?". "Well Dennis.. I didn't see any zombies when I was there" Bryan said "And the one I saw had bullets planted in their skulls.

"I'll go check it out.." Dennis said "I'm leaving you two in charge untill I get back" Dennis said as  he walked out of the double doors of the toy store. "I just hope nobody has ransacked my place yet.." he said as he made it to the building he lived in and open the front entrance. He then checked his pokects for his room key. "Oh crap!" he said "I think I lost my key". He then looked around the office for the spare key he left around a while back." Aww.. both my keys are gone" he said sadly. He walked up to his apartment and counted the numbers as he passed by."1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. I guess i'm here.. number 7" he said as he slowly tried to turn the doorknob to see if he could open it. He then backed up and sighed as he just sat outside of his apartment and did nothing.

Future sat there silently and started playing with a little knife that he always keeps in his pocket for emergencies. He got quietly "I'm going to be in the armory if you need me." He muttered before walking out, he made his way up the stairs, to the big steel door he pressed in the key word. The door, whirled so gears in the panel before opening. He pulled out his unicorn pajamas pants and stripped putting them on before grabbing a blanket from the reserves and a pillow from the sword display. He wrapped himself in the blanket before lying in the corner sitting his head on the pillow.

Felicity was still sleeping on the arm chair. Bumble opened his eyes and his ears perked up. The black cat was cuddled up next to his owner. A deep growl was heard deep in Bumble's throat. The deep growl turned into an angry meow. Rrrrrrrrrmmmmooooooow... (lol, the best i can do with sound effects XD) Bumble stood up his claws digging into Felicity's jacket. The angry kitty hissed. The black cat jolted to a wake. He hissed back at Bumble. Bumble lept on top of Felicity and arched his back. He lept onto the black cat, there was now at tumbleweed of spitting rage and most likely jealosuly on the floor. (What am I doing...) Felicity sat up, she covered her hears and looked down. "Hey, quit it you two!"

Dennis started to dose off and think about what his life would be like if he hadn't done what he did. "Have I made all the right choices, or have I messed up the rest of my life by shooting that guy?" He jumped a little when he heared the sound of hissing come from inside the apartment. "What the..?" he whispered "There's someone in there?". Dennis then stood up and tried to get some distance between him and the door. He then charged at the door with full force. He slamed into the door but the door didn't budge. Dennis was laying on the ground unconscious in front of the apartment

Felicity jumped as she heard a loud slam, and the two cats shut up. Felicity quickly grabbed the two cats and held them tightly, real tightly, It looked like the cat's eyes were about to pop out of their heads. Felicity loosened her grip, the cats looked kind of angry as well. While holding the two cats, she grabbed the keys out of her pocket and unlocked the door. My backpack! Felicity turned around and grabbed her back pack. She put the cats in the backpack and went out the door. She walked across the hallway and was in the main entrance hall. "Umm..." was all she said when she saw some random guy on the floor.

Natasha sighed. "I wouldn't know where it was if I did." She murmured, taking the bowls to the sink and cleaning them. She set the out to dry, though set some left overs out for his dog once she'd let him back in. Natasha began to explore the area, figuring she wasn't going to learn where everything was any other way. Finding the laundry room, she began lookin through the clothes, setting some aside. She began setting them into small outfits, leaving the door open as she changed. She never trusted closed doors anyway. Natasha had began to make a lot of noise, like "ouch" for instance every time she caught a bruise or hurt her stitches when putting on a dress. Natasha checked her reflection in the long mirror, tilting her head, unsure of the choice.

Future got up after his nap and stretched , before walking to let Lux out so he could go pee, then made is way to his bedroom where he made the bed, dusted the pictures, and stacked all his books into a pile. Moving though the halls he straightened the pictures there to while sweeping "Note to self replace some wood floors with carpet." He muttered putting the trash in a trash can. After he was done house keeping Future walked down to the laundry room dressed and ready to head out again "Hey, Shorty still you in there." He said still on the last step.

Natasha sorted through a few others, changing into a more tight fitting black dress that was a little more revealing, and Natasha didn't exactly favour it above the first she wore. She sighed, setting the clothes she liked and that fit in a neat pile to the left, ones that didn't, to the right. Hearing Futures voice, Natasha looked up, stepping into view, wishing she was dressed in something else. "Yeah, still here." She told him, adding what could be used as pyjamas to the pile. "I gave myself a tour of the warehouse. Not to shabby." She said, folding a black vest top and adding it to the pile she was keeping. She had since tied her hair up into a messy bun, curls framing her face. "I'm starting to concider letting you call me princess.. Shorty is so offensive." Natasha told him, glancing up to him.

Dennis slowly awoken and started to get up. he staggered a little before finally getting to his feet."Where am I?" he said "And who are you?" he said as he looked at the little girl who was standing a few feet in front of him. He then held his head in agony "Why does my head hurt so much..?". He then looked around for anything to use as an ice pack for his head untill he realized he was in a hallway. "Umm.. kid.. you wouldn't happen to have an ice pack on you, would you?" he asked as he leaned against the wall to catch his balance.

Felicity stepped back. "I think I will leave now..." she ran back towards the hallway, and jammed the keys right into room 7, no wait room 4. "Oops, hehe, wrong room!" She ran over to room 7 and quickly put in the keys. She opened the door and slid in, slamming the door shut. She then quickly locked the door. She slid down on the door, gasping for breath. She took off her backpack unzipping it. The two cats leaped out. "Oh, I kind of forgot,  I was running with twobags in a backpack. Hehe." Felicity stood up and walked over to the bed. She tripped on something in the dark and landed face-first into the bed. "At least I landed on the bed and not the floor...."

"That was wierd.." Dennis said as he headed for the exit "When I was younger.. we would offer to help out our elders..".He then paused "But then again, those were the times people weren't turning onto zombies and everyone wasn't fighting for survival.." He then began to leave when he realised something "Wait a minute.. Room 7.. THAT'S MY ROOM!". He walked back and knocked on the door. "Umm.. kid.. I think you're in my room..".                                                

He sat on the steps and waited for the answer "Good Princess fits you more any way." Future said smirking before tilting his head up "Come on it's time to go raiding again" thats when he reliezed what she said "Of course it isn't shabby this baby is a war machine, and she has guns, guns make everything better." He started up the stairs prancing slightly in a loose manner "Let us go get weapons, glorious, glorious WEAPONS." He said sticking his head back down to smile "Follow me to the armory Princess Natsha of Zombieland." He yelled as he ran down the hallway.

Felicity gulped. She slowly stood up. She stuffed the cats into her back pack and zipped it up, leaving space for air. She turned around. She got the keys out of her pocket. She then fulled her hoodie over herhead and pulled on the hoodie strings to make it tight. She unlocked the door. She handed the keys to the man infront of her. "Um... sorry.." She then barged past the man and hgihtailed to the main entrance hall. She looked side to side. Felicity darted up the stairs, the cats hissing in her backpack. "Sorry..." She ran through the hallway huddling up in the corner.

"Thank you I guess.." he said as he watched the girl run off. He then walked into the apartment and entered the bedroom. "Yes!" he said as he flopped on his bed "I almost forgot how soft my bed was". He then got up and walked to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and found it half empty. "Well, I guess she helped herself to my food..". He then walked back into his bedroom and looked in the closet and found a small box that was tied up with string. He used his survival knife to cut the string. when he opened the box he found a new .44 Remington Magnum next to a box of revolver ammunition. He then took another box with the same item in front of the Room as he left. "Hey!" He shouted "If you're still here.. you can have the Room back". "The keys are inside of a box along with something else if you want it.."

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!