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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 0:16:16 GMT
Amelia nodded, shaking herself out and stretching her muscles a bit. She blinked her eyes to get them clear and awake. "Alright, should I lead the way through the city? I know the places where zombies don't go as often as others." She offered gently, still a bit saddened by the fact she'd tried to maim him. She put a hand on his shoulder, her light blue eyes riddled with sadness. "Are you sure you're alright, Bracken?" She whispered.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 0:33:19 GMT
Bracken nodded, brushing her hand from his shoulder dismissively. "You're fine. I would have done the same thing," he admitted, smiling a little. He turned around, lifted his bag off the ground and hefting it onto his shoulders. "Lead the way," he insisted, determined not to let the whole 'morning maiming' incident sour anything between them.
(( Sorry for poof! ))
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 0:37:50 GMT
Amelia nodded, smiling. She was happy to let it drop. She grabbed her bag after folding up her blanket. She stepped on the ashes of the paper and chair to prevent a fire as best she could. "Rather not burn down a building. There could be survivors around." She looked down from the top of the building to check for zombies and smiled when she realized they were gone. "How about that luck?" She grinned, leading the way down.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 0:41:48 GMT
Bracken looked down there, a little suspicious. The lack of zombies could mean a couple things. They could have either all wandered off, or they might have found their way into the building, and were trying to get up to them. He hoped they were just lucky. "Yeah," he commented, a little bit of nervousness escaping his voice. He held onto his sledgehammer with one hand as he followed after her. He hopped off the ladder and looked down the hallway. There was one zombie, but they were near the elevator. It appeared to be passive at the moment. He tried to ignore the remains of the corpse he had vandalized earlier.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 1:11:17 GMT
Amelia sighed, looking at the apathetic zombie. She shook her head, loading her bow carefully in case it was provoked. She led the way passed it and into the office they had entered through the previous night. "Should we check for more purses?" She whispered very quietly.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 1:12:07 GMT
(( Shower. Brb ))
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 1:19:27 GMT
(( Okay! ))
Bracken followed after her silently, only speaking once he was in the room with her. "Sure," he agreed, diverting and starting to check down the various isles of office work spaces. He found a leather handbag, so he immediately ripped it open. Tissues, lip balm, cough drops, planner, and some various beauty products. He figured he might as well take the tissues and cough drops, but he left the rest. He suddenly realized how dry his mouth was. They would probably want to find some fresh water soon.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 1:49:27 GMT
(( Back! ))
Amelia found herself a snakeskin purse. "Gross..." She whispered mostly to herself. Must have been married to money. She shrugged, opening the purse wide: a pack of gum, tweezers, a pack of cigarettes, a bottle of Excedrin Migraine medicine, and some bobby pins. "You don't smoke do you?"
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 1:56:06 GMT
Bracken shook his head. "Nope," he called quietly over his shoulder. Smoking had always seemed weird to him. Why not put a flaming stick in your mouth and call it good? Better yet, why not breathe in? Yeah, cigarettes are weird. Bracken walked over to the fire escape window, glancing over the street to make sure it was still clear. There was only a couple of disinterested undead walking around, which was good enough for him. "We'd better get going. I've got some stuff stockpiled at the gas station," he explained over his shoulder to Amelia. "Also, we need to be watching for water," he added.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 2:18:48 GMT
Amelia nodded. "Where do you normally get water? Are there any places you've found that are good sources all of the time?" As she turned around, standing up her dark brunette hair spun around her. She walked up to him, remaining quiet, her light blue eyes interested and curious.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 2:27:49 GMT
"I-uh," Bracken shook himself, focusing on the task at hand. "Well, there's a river a ways into the forest," he explained as he started climbing out of the fire escape. "It's not the cleanest, but the chances of getting sick are pretty slim," he said with a shrug. He had been drinking the water for a few years now, and he hadn't gotten sick yet. He walked along the catwalk of the fire escape, then stepped down the ladder. He looked over his shoulder to make sure there wasn't any zombies before he completed his descent, hopping off onto the sidewalk.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 2:31:34 GMT
Amelia followed, her bow hung over her shoulder. "That sounds pretty good." She grinned and had to squint her eyes as a bright ball of light began to cross the horizon. "No wonder they are blind this early. We are too." (( sorry, lame post. I'm practicing for a writing assessment. ))
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 2:36:02 GMT
(( It's okaaay! )) Bracken chuckled quietly at the statement. It did make a lot of sense. He lead the way toward the gas station as he walked along the middle of the street. The sidewalk was always a bit scary to him; a zombie could come jumping out of any window at any moment. For some reason his thoughts went back to the night before, when Amelia had hinted to getting herself killed. Part of him wanted to find the cure to the virus, just to keep her from doing that. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to make her happy. She seemed like a nice girl, anyway.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 2:52:14 GMT
(( I wanna make Amelia bleed! Lol Like seriously! )) Amelia walked by his side, swiftly leading them through as many mostly empty streets as she could. "They must ave all figured out they are vulnerable in the morning. Maybe parts of their brains work better than we think." She shrugged, a sad look in her eyes. "It's sad to think how close they are to humans and yet, how far." She kept her loaded bow pointed to the ground so as not to let the arrow fly without examining her target before-hand.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 2:57:05 GMT
(( She could always get bitten. )) (( I'm planning on having Bracken get bitten. Not for a while, though. I don't know when, I don't know how, but I'll make sure it's at the worst possible moment. XD )) Bracken always tried not to think about that kind of thing. He just imagined them as mindless husks who wanted to hurt him, so he had no choice but to hurt them back. When he pinned an intelligence to them and gave them a name, it was a lot more difficult to hurt them. "Yeah," he responded simply. He tipped down his baseball cap so the sun wouldn't shine quite as bright in his eyes. If zombies had intelligence, they'd wear hats. Case closed, zombies don't have intelligence. He knew it was a weak argument, and an argument to himself no less, but it was good enough for him.
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