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[Von_Mia_Rose]

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The air is cool as the sun begins to set upon the horizon, a strange, light fog covers the ground. There are undead walking aimlessly on the horizon line too, groaning and moaning with hunger.
A female figure lays low...Her gun now only having just one bullet left, thoughts running through her mind how she will use it. Maybe... she will hold it to her temples and pull the trigger? It'd be over fast enough...​

 

[ThePetiteFox]

RE: The Undead Nightmare

Sophia may is trotting around on her piebald horse in an attempt to look for survivors. There are none, just zombies as far as the eye can see. With her handgun at the ready she quickens her pace in the direction of Armadillo.

 

[Von_Mia_Rose]

The Undead Nightmare

A cool breeze sweeps across the bare planes... Grace keeps her eyes on the undead as she slowly creeps amongst the bushes. Her senses sharp and alert. There is only one easy way out of this.. And, there was no light at the end of her tunnel.

She spots a figure... presumably on a horse galloping on the horizon line. As desperate as she was, she really didn't want to scream and shout to the figure, that would just attract the undead to her.

She moves cautiously. Slowly, stepping down slowly being sure to make absolutely no sound.

 

[purplehaze]

Name: Heather Rose
Age: 20
Apparel: See picture above
Weapon: Six shooter (3 bullets left)
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It has been three weeks since Heather had found this haven. At first look, this place was nothing but an abandoned saloon, absent of either supplies and any useful item. However, if one spent her time searching this place with a keen eye, there may be something more than this wrecked place. Beyond the common room, in the backroom of the saloon, Heather has found a latch to a basement that was at first covered by kegs of alcoholic beverages. Inside the basement, she found plentiful of food and water that can last her for over 3 months if she rationed them wisely. She wondered at first how such room even exists. Does the one who originally hide this basement know that there was going to be an outbreak? But then she decided not to complain at her fortunate event.

Heather has always moved from place to place in the past years. Hoping to find a permanent place to stay. All this travelling and sneaking around from flesh eating zombies have become tiresome. The outbreak began in the most inappropriate time. While her parents are away, things that once looked like men and women have come to her hometown and devoured all that they can. She tried waiting for her parents to come back, but after three days, she has no choice but to leave. Eighteen years old and alone, she had fend for herself since.

This saloon was the first break she have got after such a long time. She occasionally came upstairs when the coast is clear. Watching the horizons for events worth noticing or to just breathe the fresh air. She has stumbled upon survivors before, male survivors, but decided that it will be foolish to come and introduce herself when they are pillaging and looting. They'll probably kill her for her belongings or worse. She was smart enough to avoid all of them and decided that it is better to survive alone. She had never seen female survivors though and is willing to make a special case for them. Besides, she has grown weary of this solitude.

Deeply sighing, she stared out through the boarded windows. You can't be too careful. She thought to herself.

 

[Von_Mia_Rose]

Grace is almost to Armallio... But she is spotted and soon she finds herself running for her life. The groaning undead not too far behind her...

She looks at her gun, remembering her one last bullet...While running she pulls the gun to her temple..Ready to pull the trigger..