Thread: RP: The Walking Dead : Black Bird[ Horror_Show & 	randomname98766789]

A young woman known as Maggie Rae Washington, sat in a rocking chair on the wrap around porch , looking out past the front of the farmhouse she had been raised in. It was a quiet summer night, almost to quiet. It would otherwise be a very peaceful night if the world hadnt gone to shit. It was hard to describe the catastrophic apocalypse that was happening, they said it was a viral outbreak, making people very sick, very crazed.it also reanimated them after the virus took their life, which was still hard to understand. It started off slow, just people getting deathly sick, you would hear about random crazy encounters. It was easily ignored nationally, just a homeless man going crazy, just a kid being bullied who took it to extremes.it only started to get scary when the attacks were left and right and they realized they wasnt prepared to deal with the outbreak. After a few weeks, communication was cut, electric had gone out within the first week but luckily, they had self-sufficient generators at the farm and solar panels installed on top of the farm house. They had fresh water that ran from a nearby underground well and was purified. That didnt mean they had it made. They manually had to pump the water which took a lot of man power and time, the generators had to be charged and didnt run off oil. Sill they were doing better than survivors in huge cities of suburbs. They had lots of land, going for miles, putting a lot of distance between their home and the nearest city. They still had food, a well-stocked pantry and was managing well, just not emotionally. They had only run into a few terrifying instances when everything was first happening and escaped a few people while trying to run back into town for errands. Maggies father, Hershel had to put down a few who somehow must have caught the virus in nearby houses. Maggie was screaming and in tears begging her father to shoot before he stalled to long, almost getting attacked. They now had the farm house secured, all doors stayed locked and most of the windows on the first level had been boarded up, they had blocked all side doors, leaving only the front and back doors accessible with a key. Maggie was trying so hard to be strong, to stay optimistic, but so far, they were alone out here. As soon as the outbreak started, not everyone thought it was dangerous. After communications went down, phone services and the internet died, leaving Maggie absolutely no way to contact Chandler. Chandler was her other half, her best friend, her lover and last but least, her husband and had been for over a year. They had gotten married over twelve months ago right on this farm, it was a gorgeous rustic wedding, held outsight on a beautiful cool summer day, with lots of family and friends. For their honeymoon he had taken her to Disney World for two weeks, as she had never gotten to go growing up, being on the farm meant a lot more responsibilities. She still had a happy childhood, even without a mother who had died when she was little, she was home schooled and eventually went to a local middle and high school, graduating. She had been taking online classes for college before everything happened. She had contact with Chandler almost every day or every other day, if not by phone, it was through texts or emails. She was use to minimal contact when he was on assignments as he was in the military. Days before they lost contact, he had promised he would be home and for her to stay at the farm and take care of her father and family. That he loved her with every breath of his body. That had been almost four to five weeks ago. She was positive with him being in the military, they would be more prepared to deal with an apocalyptic situation, a natural disaster. She assumed he would come home but day after day went by. Nothing. She had tried to tell her self he may have had other responsibilities, other duties, in such an event, that he was safe and helping other survivors or doing something on a government level to help aid rescue missions. After seeing how bad things were before communications made her fear he might be dead. After dinner had been cooked and served, laundry had been done along with other house work, she checked on Beth and retired to sneaking outside for fresh air. She wasn't the only one upset and scared, so was her younger sister, Beth. She rocked with a stoic gaze, lost in her own mind. She was exhausted, she had been losing sleep since it all happened, sometimes she would manage to get more than a couple hours but even then, she would pass out. She closed her eyes listening to the crickets. She slouched, sinking deeper into the rocking chair. videoyoutube Love this song actually, when I saw the episode where they played it, I was actually really touched. My favorite part is 255 - 345. Love it, not that I think you pay attention to my music but still lol good song.