TWD group rp? (Open)
Oct 9, 2016 14:08:31 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 14:08:31 GMT -5
MacKenzie sat in silence as the man dragged in the walker, she took out a knife from her pocket. Ready to use it in case the man tried to throw the walker at her. It would be better than using her gun, the gun would only attract more of the dead. More of the deceased. It was better to use weapons that remained silent but those types of weapons you usually have to get within close range for. And the closer you got, the more likely it was to get bit by one of them. The walkers. She hated how they looked. Faces sunken in or skin complete torn off said face. Those were the ugliest. The skin dangling from their face, black with infection and caked with dried blood. It revealed their clouded eyes and gnarly teeth. The bone underneath exposed also. She shivered from the thought. However, she always found herself watching when a walker was killed. And in a sick way, sometimes it was humorous, like watching a walker get hit by a car. It's body like a puppet that just got it's strings cut. Mackenzie remembered one time watching walkers falling off a bridge and actually laughing at how dumb they looked and are. This though, was not the same. The man bashed it's head in. Blood spraying out from it's diseased brain the most. You could no longer tell what it was supposed to be anymore. You could not tell that it was actually a human at one point. She watched in silence as the man cut it open, taking the guts in both hands and spreading the walker's insides over his coat. Even the monkey got it's fair share of intestines.
The store smelled like the animated corpse that was brought inside. With the scent of blood it made the whole mixture of smells into one: a rotting fish. Disgusting to say the least. Mackenzie hated the smell of fish, she hated the smell of walkers, and when you put two and two together you come up with something worse. Putting the blood on one's clothing though was a smart move, you can travel with the herd for walker and it was impossible for them to smell you. Unless one happened to put it's rotting face up to you and take a whiff of your distinctive living smell. They were almost like dogs, just dumber. They stayed in packs and were attracted by bright things. They were always looking from food too. "Um...thanks?" Mackenzie told him. She heard the rest of the walkers approaching, their moans and snarls were not exactly quiet. There was a couple ways to get out of this, both put her life on the line. She could either hide in the store, completely silent and still the water it out, or do the same as the same stranger. If she stayed, the walkers could come inside, even if they did not know she was in there. Mackenzie would be soon eaten alive if even just one of them found her. Especially with all of its friends outside. However, if she left, it was possible that she could make it out. But one human like move and she was as good as dead.
Mackenzie waited for him to leave before getting up and going over to the walker that was killed twice. She did have a long sleeve on, however, she only had one other change of clothes. And that was a tank top. The cold would be setting in about a few weeks and who knew when she would get the oppritunity to clean the intestines off? Her thoughts were interrupted when the sound of the walkers coming closer snapped her back into reality. You've gotta do what you gotta do. She told herself. Mackenzie put her hands straight into he walker's insides and onto her clothes. She is not stop until she was throughly covered. She smelled the part, that was a fact.
Mackenzie stepped out of the store, moving slowly but trying not fake a limp. They might catch on to her forced movements. She did not let out a sound either, she moved slowly and cautiously. Keeping her eyes downcast most of the time and glancing up occasionally to make sure she did not ram into a walker and apologize. She would have the whole heard digging it's teeth into her flesh in moments. The man was there too, but she did not realize that until she was walking next to him. Not close, but close enough to identify him. He was not exactly hard to miss either as he pulled along the wagon with a monkey for God's sake. Mackenzie could only hope that he did not assume she was following him. This happened to be the direction the herd was walking in and if she went against it, her presence would be made obvious.
The store smelled like the animated corpse that was brought inside. With the scent of blood it made the whole mixture of smells into one: a rotting fish. Disgusting to say the least. Mackenzie hated the smell of fish, she hated the smell of walkers, and when you put two and two together you come up with something worse. Putting the blood on one's clothing though was a smart move, you can travel with the herd for walker and it was impossible for them to smell you. Unless one happened to put it's rotting face up to you and take a whiff of your distinctive living smell. They were almost like dogs, just dumber. They stayed in packs and were attracted by bright things. They were always looking from food too. "Um...thanks?" Mackenzie told him. She heard the rest of the walkers approaching, their moans and snarls were not exactly quiet. There was a couple ways to get out of this, both put her life on the line. She could either hide in the store, completely silent and still the water it out, or do the same as the same stranger. If she stayed, the walkers could come inside, even if they did not know she was in there. Mackenzie would be soon eaten alive if even just one of them found her. Especially with all of its friends outside. However, if she left, it was possible that she could make it out. But one human like move and she was as good as dead.
Mackenzie waited for him to leave before getting up and going over to the walker that was killed twice. She did have a long sleeve on, however, she only had one other change of clothes. And that was a tank top. The cold would be setting in about a few weeks and who knew when she would get the oppritunity to clean the intestines off? Her thoughts were interrupted when the sound of the walkers coming closer snapped her back into reality. You've gotta do what you gotta do. She told herself. Mackenzie put her hands straight into he walker's insides and onto her clothes. She is not stop until she was throughly covered. She smelled the part, that was a fact.
Mackenzie stepped out of the store, moving slowly but trying not fake a limp. They might catch on to her forced movements. She did not let out a sound either, she moved slowly and cautiously. Keeping her eyes downcast most of the time and glancing up occasionally to make sure she did not ram into a walker and apologize. She would have the whole heard digging it's teeth into her flesh in moments. The man was there too, but she did not realize that until she was walking next to him. Not close, but close enough to identify him. He was not exactly hard to miss either as he pulled along the wagon with a monkey for God's sake. Mackenzie could only hope that he did not assume she was following him. This happened to be the direction the herd was walking in and if she went against it, her presence would be made obvious.