Thread: In the Apocalypse (Niksis x Serene)

Serene said Name Katarina Arielle Yash. Goes by Kat, sometimes just called K. Age 22 Appearance Personality She is wary of trusting anyone, typical of people in this new world. She's fierce and can be sarcastic...but once she feels comfortable around someone, she is loyal and genuine. She has a good heart, and shows kindness when she feels necessary. Once you get to know her, you realize that she's not as distant as she tries to appear to be. Though she's a sweet person at heart, it takes trust to see that. Backstory Most of this will be revealed in the RP. She was separated from her twin brother about 1 and a half years ago. He is her only surviving family. Her only missions in life are survive and find Kade, her brother. -- There it is! I wrote this in first person, but if you are more comfortable with third person...I'll change it in the next post! I'm okay with either. Hopefully this is okay, I wanted to give a base of what my character looked like in this post. Let me know if you need me to change anything. Dusk. The evenings are so much stiller than they used to be. Without the people, there is only quiet. And without my brother, there is also no one to speak to. It's maddening sometimes, how motionless everything is. I exist in my own bubble of solitude. Part of me relishes in this time, where I have no one to watch but myself. Most of me just needs to find my family. Surviving another day, finding my twin, hunting a meal. These are usually the main three things that occupy my mind all of the time. Right now is no different. I'm in the middle of what was once a sprawling city. The buildings are now abandoned. There's a truck turned on its side, an old 1994 Ford Explorer. I crouch next to it, pausing to see if I can move on. The smell of aged gasoline is overwhelming. I ache to be back in the forest. I have a Fox Exagon knife clenched in one hand, my old tan field jacket in the other. The fabric of my black tank top is dusty with debris, my dark jeans torn at the knees and fraying from various incidents, and my combat boots are scuffed with travel. The glory of traveler attire. My hair is folded into a long braid that is thrown over my shoulder, reaching my elbows. There was too much we all had to sacrifice after the outbreak. Having my hair gave me some semblance of normalcy. One thing I won't give up. My gaze sweeps the silent street, feeling eclipsed in solitude. My ears are listening for something, anything. There could be anyone combing the roads...stragglers, looters, gang members, Infected. The only way to get through is to not trust anyone. Less chance of someone killing you in your sleep. Click to expand... Niksis said Name Jonas Sawyer Age 29 Appearance Jonas Sawyer Personality Jonas is the type of neighbour who would go out of his way to help his fellow man. It had also been this personality that had led him into becoming a paramedic. While not a full doctor, he was studying for it before the outbreak. Now there's only one life he's actively trying to save, that of his daughter, Alice. Backstory Jonas was a Paramedic studying to become a real doctor when the outbreak happened. Having lived a peaceful life with his wife and daughter. Something happened that Jonas is reluctant to talk about, something that left the once happy familly one member down and another infected. That's right, Alice was infected with whatever the outbreak is, however for whatever reason, she's shown no sings of turning, yet. ----------------------------------- My breath is ragged and heavy, my hands tremble and I feel the adrenaline pumping through me as if my life depended on it. Taking a deep breath I finally open my eyes and see the blood, slowly dripping from the tip of my louisville slugger, my signed baseball bat which had proved highly effective in protecting myself and my daughter time and again. This was no different. We had been asleep in an abandoned gas station, trying to get some rest before we continued on our way when I had heard the shuffle of someone moving about. That had been when I saw him, looking through our stuff. I never got a chance to ask him what he was doing, instead I swung my wooden bat as hard as I could, which had knocked him out cold. Is he dead, dad? I heard Alice ask from around the corner. I really didn't know if he was, he shouldn't be as I didn't hit that hard, but again, the lack of proper food and water had left many a looter, myself and my daughter included, weaker and thinner. Our muscles and bodies wasn't as sturdy as they used to be. I don't know sweety. Stay back. I ordered my daughter, just in case as I went over to check on the body. And just as Alice had asked, the hard hit to the back of the head must have broken it as the looter was as dead as dead could be in these times of zombies and what not. Taking another deep breath, I lower myself to wipe my bat off in the looters shirt, no sense to keep the blood on there. He's dead, are you alright? I asked Alice, slumping down against one of the walls. My black cargo pants had been covered in some of the blood from the guy, as well as my black hoodie. Sighing deeply I look over to the most precious thing in my life, the one thing worth fighting for, Alice. Grab our stuff, we have to move before more show up. I speak with a sense of urgency. While most looters work alone, it's impossible to know if more might show up, and while I had spent some time in the gym before all of this, it had been awhile ago. And just as I had asked, Alice returned ready to go. In the old world, seeing a man being beaten to death with a baseball bat would most certainly have affected a 10 year old. And it worried me slightly that Alice did not seem to be affected by it one bit. Had her innocent childish view on the world finally been broken and warped? Or did she just not understand what had just happened. It really didn't matter right now, the only thing that did was moving on and getting away. I allowed us to stay for another minute or two as I looked through the dead looters belongings, not that he had much on him, but everything could help. Meanwhile Alice had returned, backpack and everything. Finding nothing on the looter, I walked over and slung my large backpack over my shoulder and made our way onwards. That was a few hours ago, now. Now Alice and myself as walking down the road looking for a better place to settle for the night. That was when we noticed it, a 1994 Ford Explorer turn on it's side. Immediately I took a firmer grip around my bat and lowered my voice Keep your eyes open. It made for a perfect ambush spot, however we had to walk past it if we wanted to continue, so it was with careful steps, that I approached the car, eyes shooting from left to right, up and down looking for anything or anyone, ready for whatever might come. Click to expand... Serene said The movement of rubble catches my ear. My senses are piqued in an instant. I won't outrightly just hurt someone, but I can do what I need to do. Overall, I prefer avoiding contact in general. Slowly, I slip my arms back into my field jacket, and zip up the front. I slip my second knife from it's place in my boot and lift my body barely past the side of the car to get a view on the road. That's when I see them. It's two figures moving closer to me. A man, maybe my age but probably older. His gaze is picking apart the environment. Dark hair and a beard, I think. But what surprises me isn't him. It's who he has with him. The child looks young. I can't remember the last time I saw a kid out here. It's a strange sight to see. For the sake of that, I know that I want to leave them be. I feel a pang of sadness. I can't imagine what it must be like to have to grow up in this wasteland. Shaking my head, I grip my knives but lower them. I slowly begin backing away when my foot slips slightly on the rubble, causing metal debris to clang loudly against the side of the car. Damn it, I swear as the sound triggers the unmistakable scream of the Infected. I look around wildly, seeing a few of them round the corner. Despite their condition, they are fast. Hopping over the car, I run out in the street with my blades poised to kill. Look out! I yell to the man in the street, as I begin to run towards the Infected. I yell it not for him, because I probably couldn't care less. But I give the warning because of the child. A fight was about to begin, and I can't help but hope that I'll have a bit of back up. Click to expand... Niksis said Alice reached for her small knife. She had not had a need to use it yet but I insisted that she train with it, just in case. It made me both proud, and sad to see that despite her young age, Alice was very mature. Far more mature than a 10 year old should be, though of course, much like myself, she's the product of the world we live in. I mean, I had sworn to save people yet here I was, killing men for just touching my things. With my trusted bat in hand, a vintage relic from before the apocalypse, I slowly made my way closer to the car. Holding my breath to better get a feeling for my surroundings I listed. Listened for something, anything that might give away what was up ahead. But I heard nothing, either there was no one or whoever might be there, knew how to stalk and remain hidden. Of course, all of my fears were made reality the moment I heard the shuffle of rocks followed by the distinct sound of something banging against the metal of the car. 'Fuck' I cursed silently. That would surely bring the infected and just as I had feared, I could hear the growling and shrieking coming from one of the nearby buildings. Tightening my fingers around my bat, I bend my knees as prayed silently, hoping that there was only one, maybe two infected. While slower than a normal human, they were still fast. However with the range of my bat I could keep them at bay. What I had not expected, was a young girl springing from behind the car, knifes in hand. And seeing her charge towards me I instantly turned to defend myself and my daughter. However that's where I saw that she ran right past us and towards the infected. It was then, that I realized what she was doing. She intended to actually fight these guys, alone if need be. Fuck this time I said it out loud. I just couldn't let her fight on her own, but then again, it was her own fault. She made the noise, she brought them upon us. Fuck fuck fuck. Finally I turned to where I saw the Infected coming from, three of them. I looked over to Alice who were already prepared. She was not afraid, or at least, she had learned to not show it. I had told her time and time again that she should not show that she was afraid when near strangers. They would exploit it, use your fear against you. And at first Alice had not really understood what I had meant, she said as much, however as the weeks turned to months, she learned, she had to, to survive. And while she was not about to charge into the Infected with the same vigor as this strange woman, she was ready to defend herself with her combat knife. Stay here Alice! I called out as I began my charge towards the infected as well. The young girl would need my help, considering she only had two knifes she would have to get close to them. Besides, I could always bandage her up later if she did get hit, barring any infections of course. With a firm grip around the wooden bat, I ran forward. Stepping on a rock protruding from the ground as I jumped towards one of the charging infected, swinging my bat with all of the strength I could muster. A swing that connected with the side of the creatures head and caused the tell-tale sound of a snapped neck to leave the crumbling body of the infected. Turning my attention to the other infected I see the strange woman who had charged past us busy with the other two. Click to expand... Serene said The man has moved in my direction with a baseball bat...and thankful starts working on one of the Infected rather than me. A feel a stab of relief in the midst of my movements. Now I am powered solely on a mix of adrenaline and survival instinct. I turn on my heel towards the two Infected on my right. Their arms claw at me. I drop lower to the ground and swing my leg in an arc, knocking them off balance. One of them falls to the ground while the other stumbles backwards. I am crouched by the fallen one. I sink one blade into his chest, and throw the other at the off balance Infected. It lands in his stomach, and he screeches. I pull the first knife from the chest of the fallen, and run towards the other one. I bury it in his chest, and pull both blades down. He falls without another screech. The adrenaline is coursing through my veins, so much so that I can't even tell if I'm hurt or not. I'm standing, breathing hard and trying to catch my breath. After a moment, I silently retrieve my knives and quickly clean them off with a rag from my pocket. Turning to the man who just helped me, I lower my knives. Not offensive, just protective. I'm assuming since you just helped me, you aren't going to try and kill me? I say to him, pushing hair from my face Emphasis on try. Because you won't be able to. So don't try to, I slip the rag into my pack as I wait for his response, prepared to run if I need to. Whoever that younger girl was, she probably needs him. I don't want their blood on my hands. Click to expand...