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The Narrator
And if you are not strong, And keep playing along, You too will become quite unbearable.
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Post by The Narrator on Jun 5, 2017 11:13:56 GMT -5
It's a few months into 2017 and the worst happened; an actual zombie apocalypse. Most humans died and transformed into zombies, the survivors are all spread out into small groups across America. There's no electricity, barely any food or water and every mistake can lead to a painful end. Among these survivors are two guys, Daryl and the Narrator who don't know each other yet but will soon.
The Narrator glanced up at the sky, squinting at the cloud-covered sun. It appeared to be maybe two or three o'clock, his watch hadn't been much help, the electronic device had been insisting it was four am for weeks now. Not far away he could hear a noise but there was no way to tell it if that noise was about to murder or save him. If he didn't come across some water soon he could count on dying alone in this gloomy forest anyways. The trees around him were tall and shielded him away from the sun. The ground beneath him was dry and sandy, not a single sign of water being close by. Overall the place made for a miserable place to be stuck without his original group. He pushed one hand through his blue hair and squinted his eyes together till you could barely see his gold irises as he studied the forest around him. It looked so familiar, had he been walking in circles? Then again, one point had to be his destiny and that point did lead here so yes, he had to go right now. He turned to the right and started walking. Somewhere far back had to be the road where he had been separated from his group when an unexpected attack hit them. He had barely been able to avoid being bitten, the plus side of being smart and quick. Even now that he was walking through a forest and begging the gods, not that the Narrator believed in those, for water he still walked with a certain atmosphere around him. Like it was clear to see he was better than every creature in this forest. He started to hum quietly to himself, his voice raspy, while he walked. He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a noise, turning around fast which made the torn up suit he was wearing rustle. "The Narrator was for sure about to die if this turned out to be a zombie," he mumbled under his breath, he wasn't the most positive being.
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Darryl
If nobody comes from the future to stop you, how bad of a decision can it really be?
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Post by Darryl on Jun 5, 2017 11:32:18 GMT -5
Daryl continued to make his way through the forest. By now he was very used to walking through the dirt, the trees, nature itself. Like always he was looking around, ready to attack any walker if they came close. He was carrying his crossbow with him the entire way, this trusty weapon had been great for him so far. It shot from distances, but didn't make much noise, so it wouldn't attract any walkers. Plus, hunting was easier. Even though you'd have to always look out for infected or sick animals. His thoughts went back to Carol, Rick, Carl, Maggie, Glenn- and basically the rest of the group that he'd lost. He didn't even know how he managed to do that, but he did. They'd gotten seperates because of a huge crowd of walkers, and obviously he had been stuck on the other side. He'd seen them escape though - not sure to where. He sighed, continuing in the directon that they were probably headed. Meanwhile, he looked for tracks, any sign of an animal or a survivor could help him. When suddenly Daryl saw someone standing in the distance, he froze. Another survivor - a guy with blue hair and a torn up suit, from what he could tell from this distance - stood still until a walker lunged at him. Daryl's instincts kicked in and he had to help this man. He placed an arrow on his crossbow, focused his aim on the walker - shot from the hip and aimed for the head. The arrow flew through the air and in the same second was stuck in the walker's eye. It killed the brain, so it was enough to make it fall over.
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Bisexual
The Narrator
And if you are not strong, And keep playing along, You too will become quite unbearable.
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Post by The Narrator on Jun 5, 2017 11:47:15 GMT -5
If the Narrator had known that it would go like this he would have never helped Stanley escape. While Stanley hung out in that weird employee lounge he seemed to like so much the Narrator had been thinking. In the end, he had figured out how to use the escape pod together with Stanley. Leaving them both to be free and dropped in the middle of the end. He had spent so much time watching Stanley being an idiot from his special office that he had barely kept track of the real world. As long as the humans didn't die out he would be fine, but now those very humans were dying one bite by bite. Walkers had no mercy for anyone, never stopping their path of destruction. That included the walker currently lunging at him. He backed away, thoughts already flashing through his head. He would die out here and Stanley would be left alone and the poor guy couldn't live without him currently, which the Narrator was mostly to blame for; He had kept him out of the real world for years. He watched to walker come at him until he was suddenly flung back by the force of something. Dead. The squip //yep he is// turned around to see a man who looked like he could easily kill fifty walkers at once. He noticed his slightly long hair, concentrated look, and dangerous looking crossbow. He stepped away from the dead undead body and closer to this stranger. If the man had simply killed the walker so he could get the Narrator's stuff he would have to disappoint, the squip had nothing with him except for his suit, watch and smart brain. So he took the risk and stepped closer.
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Bisexual
The Narrator
And if you are not strong, And keep playing along, You too will become quite unbearable.
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Post by The Narrator on Jun 5, 2017 12:42:52 GMT -5
The Narrator took his hands out of his pockets, he hadn't even had time for that between the walker attacking and this man shooting it. Clearly whoever it was was good at this, everything showed it. Obviously his skill with the crossbow, the focus showing in his eyes, and how he seemed to be built for survival. But also his practical clothes and dark hair, in this forest with clouds covering the sun the Narrator might have never noticed him if the walker hadn't shown up. Even the voice of the sarcastic man had something threatening to it, clearly not someone to mess with. "Ahem. Thank you for killing it," he replied finally. He had to scrape his throat first to get rid of the irritating dry feeling from a lack of water and speaking to anyone. "I'm the Narrator." He nodded at him from a respectable distance, his bright eyes locking on the man's blue eyes.
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Darryl
If nobody comes from the future to stop you, how bad of a decision can it really be?
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Post by Darryl on Jun 5, 2017 13:00:22 GMT -5
The stranger had taken Daryl's hint, finally thanking him. The first thing Daryl noticed was his strong British accent and how clear his voice sounded, not mumbling, whispery or stuttering, but very understandable. After that, he introduced himself, as ''The Narrator.'' What? Okay, first of all Daryl obviously didn't believe him - no one calls their kid something like that. Not that it mattered much, given the apocalyptic circumstances, not knowing someone's name would be the least of your concerns. Despite all of that, Daryl couldn't help himself but still question it out loud. ''Your name's the Narrator?''
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Bisexual
The Narrator
And if you are not strong, And keep playing along, You too will become quite unbearable.
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Post by The Narrator on Jun 5, 2017 13:43:14 GMT -5
He could see the well-known looks cross over the man's face, somehow his name had always been a thing. Didn't they have more important business than his name, you know, it being a zombie apocalypse and all? Even Stanley had given him a weird look when he explained that yes, The Narrator was his actual name. He didn't know what to do when they guy didn't even tell his name, just questioned his. "No, that's why I said it." He had to repress an eye-roll, he was above that and just gave the man an obvious look. For someone who shot walkers with a crossbow, he really needed to get his priorities straight. It was hard enough to stop himself from narrating what people did on accident. "And you are...?"
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Bisexual
The Narrator
And if you are not strong, And keep playing along, You too will become quite unbearable.
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Post by The Narrator on Jun 5, 2017 13:56:23 GMT -5
Daryl. Narrator might not be the most average name but neither was Daryl, he, however, decided against pointing this out. The name worked well with the behavior the man displayed. Just like he, The Narrator, did what he was best at; Narrating. But he supposed this Daryl couldn't possibly know until he slipped up and accidentally narrated. It had been happening less and less since he lost sight of Stanley. "Any chance you would know where to find water around here, Daryl?" He put his arms together behind his back, tapping with his fingers on his palm out of sight.
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Darryl
If nobody comes from the future to stop you, how bad of a decision can it really be?
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Post by Darryl on Jun 5, 2017 14:02:35 GMT -5
The man asked for where he could find water. Maybe if the clouds turned darker gray they'd have enough water, but for now they stayed at the most bright white color it could have, and the sky kept its light blue. Even though the Narrator was probably thirsty because he asked this, his voice still managed to not sound dry. Daryl started to perhaps understand why he got the weird nickname, he'd make a great Narrator. Daryl himself didn't have any water on him, but it wasn't his biggest concern, as he was still determined to find the group back. ''Haven't seen any lately. Try going downhill 'cause water streams that way,'' he took a look up at the sky, ''and perhaps if you're lucky, it'll start raining.'' He looked back to the guy.
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Bisexual
The Narrator
And if you are not strong, And keep playing along, You too will become quite unbearable.
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Post by The Narrator on Jun 5, 2017 14:10:41 GMT -5
Downhill... He considered the option with a frown, he had definitely lost his group somewhere higher than this, meaning he had already wandered in the wrong way. Did he really want to risk getting even more lost for a small chance of finding water? The Narrator nodded as a sign of his thankfulness for the reply anyways, though it was useless. He was a squip, he knew those things. He also glanced up at the bright sky, narrowing his eyes at the sun that started to break through a layer of clouds. "He- I don't think I'll have any luck with that." He quickly corrected himself, even that going smoothly like he had planned to correct himself. At least Daryl made sense, meaning he could continue the conversation.
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Bisexual
Darryl
If nobody comes from the future to stop you, how bad of a decision can it really be?
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Post by Darryl on Jun 11, 2017 9:47:44 GMT -5
The Narrator, however, wanted to continue onwards despite the fact that he just had to be saved twice by the same guy. In another attempt to leave, he actually took a stick and decided that would be a weapon. Daryl immediately saw how this was going to go wrong; sure it was a sharp stick, but those things are still very weak. If they weren't, then you wouldn't be able to lift them so easily. Judging by the Narrator's looks, he didn't even lift bro. //sorry//. Before Daryl could say anything the Narrator already started to walk away, so he had to raise his voice and say: ''You sure you're gonna survive with that?'' His voice dripping of disbelief, hoping that the Narrator wasn't fooling himself either.
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