Roleplaying

Natasha smiled lightly. "Can I at least get changed? I really don't wanna be running around in a dress." She said softly, looking through the clothes, picking out a black shirt and dark blue skinny jeans. Deciding not to both waiting, she changed right there, setting the dress in the pile she wouldn't be wearing. "Okay so what's first? Weapons?" She asked, looking up to him as she pulled on her boots, keeping her hair tied up for the time being. She looks up when he gave her her new name. "That is really lame." She laughed lightly, gasping. "Wait! I can't run!" She said after he ran down the hallway, trying her beat to run after him with stitches, and a bruise on her side, sighing lightly as she began to catch up to him.

Natasha followed him, peering into the room. "I can't believe you trust me in here. I mean, I can easily kill you in here." Natasha told him casually, walkin to the guns, picking one off the wall, checking the gun, deciding she didn't like it and set it back. Natasha walked across the room to the throwing knives, picking a few up. "Do you have any targets? I need to see how well these fly." Natasha told him, glancing up to him. She picked up a gun, checking it before setting it on the counter top, deciding she liked it. "Don't worry, in my line of work I've dealt with a lot of weapons. Althought, I wouldn't mind you learning me how to shoot that bow of yours." Natasha said, winking flirtatiously before turning back to the throwing knives.

Felicity stayed in the corner of the hallway, holding her backpack, and trembling. "ionlytookcrackersionlytookcrackersleavemealoneleavemealoneiminnocentiminocent..." she continued saying while trembling. She unzipped her backpack. The two cats then jumped out, seeming like they were dizzy. The black cat looked back at Felicity, then ran down the stairs.. "Where are you going..." she stopped mid-sentence. Felicity looked at Bumble. Bumble only meowed. "Geez, this hallway is pretty dark, especially since it is night..." Felicity grabbed Bumble, and held him tightly. She slipped her backpack over her shoulders and went over to the stairs. She looked down, the fluffy black cat running into the hallway where rooms 1 to 10 were. "I wonder where he's going, how many cats and critters are here anyway?" 

Future watched her crossing his arms "You've had your chance to kill me multiple times." He said shrugging. Hearing her next question he grinned before pressing a red button, at the press of the button, the back wall recedes then rotates showing ten targets of various distances and sizes "Of course there are targets, silly girl."  He sat on the floor and started crawling across the bottom pulling boxes of his matching  throwing knives collection each box contained a different set "If you want you can try some of these." He said pulling a black case with a neon green skull "Try these they will probably fit you best." He said holding them out to her while rising to his feet. Future grinned playfully "Okay princess but once you go bow you don't go back." He then pulled his bow and a arrow down, "Here show me how to notch a arrow." Holding that out to her too.

Natasha smiled lightly, raising an eyebrow at the targets. "No typical warehouse then, huh?" She smirked lightly, throwing three of the knives she had at the target of a body, hitting the forehead, chest and abdomen area. Natasha turned around, throwing her last knife with her back to the target, the knife sticking where the left eye would be. Natasha threw left handed, as she was a leftie. She walked to him, taking the bow. "Mm, maybe I'm just waiting for the perfect opportunity. So far, you're good company." She winked. It took Natasha a few attempts, but finally managed to notch the arrow. It she was handling the bow loosely, as though it were a foreign object. She was never given training in archery.

Felicity sighed. She walked down the stairs and looked around the main entrance hall. "So dark, I kinda feel bad for those kitties, their owner wasn't back yet." She looked to the right, seeing the man from earlier. She jumped. She darted over to the office and went in, slamming the door shut. She ran into a hallway, and into a room. "This must be the printing room.." Most of the printing machines were toppled over, the wires sticking out. The tables were still standing, but all scratched up, and the computers were either broken or on the floor, maybe both. Felicity almost screamed and squeezed the poor Mr.Bumble in her arms. There was a skeleton of someone on the floor, still wearing office clothing.

Dennis exited the building and loaded the .44 magnum Colt as he headed back to the hideout. Before he entered the hideout he tested the Colt on a nearby soda can. He fired two shots before putting the gun away and entering the hideout. "Guys i'm back!" Dennis said "Did you miss me?". "Not really" Bryan said with a sarcastic additude. "Ha.. Ha.. Ha.." Dennis responded "Anyway, I stoped by my place and I got a little something.." Dennis then pulled out the Colt and showed it to Bryan and Chip. "Cool!" Chip said as he exanined it "Don't you have an armory full of stuff like this in a bank vault somewhere?" Bryan asked. "Yes, but I don't have this yet" Dennis said. Dennis then set the gun on the counter and sat down on a beanbag chair "Now my collection is complete"

Furure watched as she tried to notch the arrow smirking when she finally did it, he moved behind her , steadily moving her arms in to the right position, before pulling the string against his fingers he picked her left hand up and put them in his hands place, letting go he took a step back tilting his head "Remember to stay in that position when you need to shoot but pull the string with your left foot infront of your right, and please retrain from shooting yourself you're injured enough already." He said grinning and strapping his bag over his katana on his back.

"Ok, Im leaving..." Felicity backed up and ran out of the office. She still held Bumble tightly. "I can't go outside, it is much too dark. no way im going back to room 7 either. Not going to room 22 either... the rest of the rooms are locked, not going in the corner of a hallway... that's just creppy.." Felicity began to panic. Crash! The girl screamed "Im out!" She ran up the stairs and into the woman's room. "I know it's not my room but I couldn't help it..." she panted "It was the first place I could think of.." She sat down next to the box with the kittens. And Bumble was about to leap put of Felicity's arms, most likely going to the cat food in the kitchen. "Oh no you don't!" Felicty grabbed the cat and put him back in Felicity's lap.

Natasha rolled her eyes when he smirked, her face turning to be inches away from his, she studying him silently, listening slightly to what he was teaching her. However she looked back to the target when he stepped away. Natasha looked down, readjusting her footing so she was comfortable. "I'm not that stupid. I take full responsibility for the bruise, but it was some stupid gang that shot me." She told him, drawing the string back, closing one eye to focus, waiting until she was ready before letting the arrow fly. Natasha hit one of the outer rings if the target, far away from the middle, but she at least hit it. "How did I do, oh great archer?" She asked, the last part said in a sarcastic tone.

He looked at the target studying it with narrow eyes "Yep, that is a target." Future said stretching "And that person would be injured so I guess you did well Princess at least for someone who has no training." He moved over and placed a dozen throwing knives on his belt before buckling it tight "You can borrow my bow if you want, it's always best to have a back-up plan." he said putting a dagger with a cover into each of his boots. Future then stood, grabbing a spiked dog collar and leash and holding them out to her "Natasha these are for you." he said smiling rather happily. 

Natasha smiled lightly. "I think I'll stick to knives and guns." Natasha said softly, setting his bow down. She equipped herself with knives and guns, making sure she had enough clips so she couldn't run out. Natasha also made sure she had a silencer so the usually loud bangs of a gun wouldn't attract the walking corpses. Natasha hid some knives on the inside of her boots, not trusting her pockets. She looked up to him, her eyes in the collar and the leash, taking it carefully. "What for? Do I get to keep you as a pet?" She asked, raising an eyebrow with a small smile, looking up to him. "If its your dog, then I can't. He's yours." Natasha shook her head, holding the spiked collar and the leash back out to him.

"No, sadly I could never give up Lux." Future said wrapping the leash around his hand "But that doesn't mean you can't walk him." He wlked over and whistled out the door, moments later the giant furry mass of Lux ran though the door happily, bouncing around. He sat on the floor, then pulled a metallic red dog tag from his pocket. Hooking it on the collar Future slipped it around his head, tightening it comfortably around his neck, before adding the leash. "Lux who's my favorite guard dog." He said huging the dog around the neck "You're my giant baby." He said making kissy faces and itching Lux's belly.

Natasha let out a small sigh of relief, watching them with a small smile, letting out a light laugh at his kissy faces. "Okay, before you actually start kissing him, lets go." Natasha smiled softly, letting down her hair so the curls fell down, settling below her shoulder blades. "What are we gonna do? Kill a few zombies? Maybe break into a few places?" Natasha asked, smiling a little at the thought. She put the small scrunchy she had used into her pocket, slightly petting the dog, really more of a cat person herself, but that was just her preference. Natasha realised she had began to miss her cats. "Maybe I can visit my apartment? It's just I have cats I have to make sure are fed. Most of them are kittens, so it's kinda important." She told him, looking up to him.

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!