Role Play Online

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Ashton was in a abandoned town. His short brown hair was blowing in the wind as he walked. He held his gun tightly in his sweaty hands his eye looked from left to right then back again. His breathing was calm and shallow. He moved slowly with his limp. He would go into a old building that read something Pharmacy.  Ashton would look around the pill bottles and put what he needed into a bag. Soon he put his bag on his back and walked back into a Store. He would try and stay quite.

Where is the food? Come on please have some. Ashton would quietly beg as he took what he could into the bag. As Ashton did this he would make sure that the carmas was offline which they was or he hoped so. The deeper Ashton went into the store more things was knocked over and a mess.

The more time he spent the less hope he had for the food. This small town couldn't be where he would always stay. He just thought it would be longer but he was wrong. His dull eyes would stop when he saw his savior, Food. His hands quickly took what was left. It was still in date lucky for Ashton. He put in his bag and fell to the ground laying against the broken shelves. plan, I need a plan, stop calm down. Ashton would close his eyes and take a breath. He had everything that he could need for now.

He was in this town for some time he took his dirty brown bagpack and fixed it on his bag. Before he would stand up he took his 9mm in his hand. He stood up and began to walk. He had a slight limp as he walked. His jeans was dirty with: dust, mud, and dried blood. Some of the blood might of been his but most of it was from others rather that be zombies or human. The world to him and everyone else was now a kill or be killed. His brown eyes would narrow as he started to walk to the door of a shop and wait.

                  Somewhere  in   South Dakota 

Adrian was walking about she had a cigarette in her mouth that she half already halfway finshed though at the moment she had not lit it. Her red hair was blowing in the wind as she walked. She walked down a long empty street.  Her footsteps echoes though the once busy city. Her shot gun in hand and redy to shoot if the need arises.  Yet, for now she walked her jacket trailing behind her as she walked into a collapsing budling.  

The budling would groan under her weight at some ponits.ponits.her hand would twitch as she her the sounds of a up coming hord of zombies though they seemed to be a good distance away for now anyways. With that she quickly ran up the stairs her boots hitting each steep with a thud to right afterwords.

Adrian found a window that has been broken open by something or another and took her right hand and every so carefully dusted away the glass thar remained behind. Her fingerless gloves would keep the palm of her hand from being cut as for the tips they would be pinned and cut by the sharp glass. She lowered her body so she would be hidden by most of the wall her shotgun aimed out the window.

                             Survivor Republic

Riley was a young teenager around the age of fifteen. Though with the way everyone would treat her it was as if she was five. Her pure white hair would blow behind her showing her ice blue eyes and ever so slightly muddied face. The Survivor Republic was full of life before talking and going on trying to make this the new normal. She had managed to sneak out of her house that seemed to be right smack dab in the middle of town. 

 She would stay on the low trying to hide behind things such as post or people and so on. It took a good while but soon she made it to the edge of the town. Her eyes looked out into the unknown into the danger. She knew if she dared to walk out and was found she would be scolded by everyone in the town. Yet how much she wanted to. Just enough to touch the grass and look about that could never cause any harm right? So with a look to her left then the right before slowly creeping into the long grass it was up to her wasit as she walked about trying not to be caught.

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Orion Flaxe was hiding away in the mall. Who wouldn't? If you avoided the main Plaza, and solely stayed on the top floor- It was fine. He kept most of the stores barred up with the pull-down cage. After raiding the security office he had managed to get the keys, and the map of the store- He had made it safe all on his own, and barely left. 

He couldn't risk losing his spot. It had been raided once or twice, but that wasn't a big issue. It was a mall- It had plenty, and the raiders killed most of the zombies. Other than the reeking smell, it was heaven- And he had assumed the town was empty. Although the mall had a large open Plaza, so he still had to wear his mask- The security office, (In which he slept,) was the only place he could truly breathe.

He glanced out of the large window in the west wing, and noticed that the lights in the pharmacy were on. It surprised him. After ages without seeing another human- He was almost relieved but he also wasn't stupid. He wasn't going outside- He just stood there. Maybe the man would notice him.

Ashton would pause even if it was only for a moment he heard no sound well nearby that it. he let out a sigh of relief. then the man slowly limped out of the shop slightly hunched over his gun pointed down but he could quickly shoot if he needed. his brown eyes snaped left then right. the other raders had shot and killed most of the longer infected the ones that could cause a issue to anyone. most of them was walkers or well that is what he called him. he looked up. bingo. A mail, wait what was that in the window? or who was that? it was hard for him to see his mind raced one hand the person was unknown to him the other hand all the things he could find in there.

Ashton would slowly walk to the mail very clearly on edge his eyes would go from his suroundings to the man in the window. 

Orion stepped away from the window, and towards the stairs, the doors were all barricaded, but maybe he was so people-deprived that he was desperate for contact. The stairs were blocked, so he slid down the railing. He glanced around, holding his gun up as he ran for the west entrance. 

He grabbed the bat from his side and smashed the small wooden barrier that protected the button for the metal doors that covered the entrance.

He glanced at the red light, waiting for it to flash green.. And when it did, he clicked the button. The metal doors raised, and his protection was momentarily gone. Perhaps the man would shoot him and take his resources- Maybe Orion was naive- But he honestly didn't care.

He was breathing heavily as he stared at the man, clicking the other button that turned the automatic doors on so that he could step inside. He ushered him in, trying to keep calm- Trying not to seem nervous, trying not to seem excited. He looked to be about 20, maybe 19. His gas mask was in good condition, and he looked healthy, yet beat up. He had a bandaged shoulder, and was heavily bruised. He didn't seem too bothered about letting someone inside.

the loud sound of the door opening caused Ashton to froze and raised his gun. when he saw the younger looking man he kept it raised he did have a bat after all. Ashton didn't care to much for bats after his last encounter with one not that long ago. munius a cut on Ashton's face he looked heathy at a glance at least. he limped a bit closer to Orion. his voice had a heavy texan accent as he spoke.

“Now, how ‘bout you just lower your bat there, and then ill lower my gun, yeah” his gun would make a motion to the gound as if to lower it. he wasn’t going to shoot well not unless he gave him no choice that is.  groans of the infected would ring out in this empty town. 

Ashton wasn't wearing his gas mask he knew when he should and when he didn't need to or well he hoped anyways. he slowly lowered his gun showing he ment not harm to him. though he kept looking about as if something might pop out at him. though he did wonder how long he had been here seeing how Ashton hadn't stayed to far away from here never seeing him.

“Right!” He nodded, putting it back in its homemade holster. Once Ashton was inside, he turned the doors off and pushed the large button. The garage-looking door came down, and he sighed, pulling his mask down. “I'm Orion." He held out a hand, his nails were painted a bronze shade. You get bored when you're alone- And he loved raiding the stores of the things that no one else would take. 

When he introduced himself, he pulled down his gas mask. The filters were starting to get musky anyway. “Your cut is going to get infected, and your limp looks bad. There's a whole lot of medical supplies in the back, and there's a whole lot I wouldn't mind sharing!” He offered, putting his hands on his hips. “I'm no medic- But I don't think security was either, because they have a handy book in there for all sorts of things!” He smiled. 

Unlike Ashton's accent, his was more Canadian. He was on a trip here to see his dad because the court said so- And was never able to return home to his mom. His accent stuck since there was no one else that he could adapt to.

He was hoping the man would stay for a while. As strange as it sounded. He was a social person before all of the mess, and he was a smart kid! But none of that mattered now, and he never even got a proper education past 6th grade.

“ they ain't not fixin' this limp of mine, but ill take you up on some med stuff.” he would give a small nod of gaduite to him before taking his hand and shaking it. “ i'm Ashton nice to meet you.” he saw the color all her would say was, “ why such a bland color?” before puting his gun in his own holster. 

after words he walked in looking about the place, “well back at my place i have some stuff to clear out the filter and show you how if you want.” he tried to offer something of his seeing how Orion was offer stuff of his own. Ashton seemed to walk just fine even with the limp. Ashton shifted his bag as he stoped and waited for Orion to show the way. even if it was old and well in the mist of the infection to him the mail still looked fancy in a way. 

he seemed to have other holster's that was empty, and falling apart. it seemed as if Ashton was just looking about turning amzaed that all this stuff was still here after all this time amzed him. Ashton was never much of a talker even before this so being alone wasn't so bad for him. though at times he did miss having someone to talk to or hear talk. 

He smiled over at him and walked up to the stairs. climbing up the mountain of stuff. “Don't step on anything that isn't a chair!” He called from the top, he clearly took some precautions and was very careful about how he positioned it. He watched Ashton climb, and he seemed amused. Not because he was struggling, but because he was actually talking with someone.

When Ashton reached the top he continued walking, he pulled out a small map, it had countless drawings, and X's on some stores. He had modified the map of the mall, but there was someone else's handwriting on it. But who knew the boy's past. 

He grabbed his set of keys and stopped at a door, unlocking it, and pushing it open. There was a nice small medic station, although it was slightly messy, and there were definitely spots of blood. “Here we are!” He hummed, stepping inside. 

it took him a moment but soon he shook his head and slowly started to climb on the chairs. he wasn't as flawless as Orion though he was doing well as he looked about following him closely behind. looking over his shoulder seeing the map but made not remarks about it.

“ Oh, looks good to.” Ashton would finaily say something snice he had to clim on the chairs. “ why did i have to do this?” he questioned as he sawted to find the things that he needed to clean the cut. his eyes looking at everything till he found what he was looking for. 

“  there,” he mumbled to himself as he picked up the alcohol and some bandages and started to clean it. he twiched as he felt his skin burn with the alcohol touching the burn. he made sure it was clean before putting and bandage over it looking twords Orion. “thank you.” 

Orion nodded. leaning against the wall. “Are you hungry? I can make some pretzels! I just made some batter a few hours ago.” He smiled, he knew it was an awful time to think about it, but was it truly a good idea to let a stranger in-? He was so desperate for interaction that he did something completely risky. He was starting to think.. And he was thinking hard. Was he talking too much? He didn't want to scare him away, he wanted friends- Not that there were any in this damned land. 

Could he even trust him? All he could rely on was trust right now. He turned his attention back to Ashton and away from his thoughts. He could trust him. He could. He hoped.

“ how'd you make that?” Ashton would rase a eye brow taking off his bag and opening it. He had found some bread and other food iteams that he kept. he opened the bread and took a slice. “ want some?” he asked while trying to get used to talking to someone who wasn't trying to kill him. that was something odd a person that didn't try to kill him at first glace. Orion could of easily killed him and Ashton would of never known what hit him, yet the young man didn't. odd, yes. though he had some trust in Ashton's eye's that was something so hard to give now a days. even harder for Ashton to give someone else.

the nag was old and worn it had been put through all kinds of weather for a good long while and is somehow in working order. ashton would tap the side of his leg with his fingers a odly habit of his from before this hell on eath had started back when he was in texas, back when he was home. 

“Nah, I have enough resources- I don't want to take any from you!” He put his hands on his hips. “And believe it or not, the things that they use for the batter don't expire too easily- But I don't have a big freezer because that's where the zombie remains are.” He sighed. 

“And before you ask- It's a really, really long story- If you want to know, I'll have to tell you over lunch.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his head with a small chuckle.

It was resourceful- The way he lived. He had a system- It was a very tight list, not that Ashton knew that. He pulled the small peice of paper out, and glanced at it, then glanced at his watch. “Which is in 12 minutes- What are you into? We- We." He shook his head, disapointed in his mistake. "I have a few different options!” Orion. smiled.

zombie …remains? he kept what was left of those thing after he killed them? well maybe thats why he keepts on that mask and his filter is run to the bone all the time. he had stoped mid bite as he heard that but soon went right back to eatting as if that was normal. it wasn't normal but he wouldn't say that to him.

“ huh? oh” ashton had to hold back a slight chuckle so he acted like he was clearing his throat. “ what do ya' mean you gotta lotta things?” he wasn't quite sure what he ment by that. “ i mean im fine with whatever.” he would add.

 Orion would be the one to snap him out of his own head as he tried to make a plan how to get back to his own base from here.  not that he didn't want to stay it was just he was used to most people wanting to be alone at dark well if they had a place as good as this anyways. 

“ sure i'd love to hear whatever wild sory caused all this.” Ashton would stated with a soft smile to him.

He set the purse-looking bag down and plopped it in front of him, criss-cross apple sauce style. “I have- A lot.” He hummed, pulling out a few things wrapped in tin foil. “They're not hot- But they're warm.” He smiled, and handed him a hot dog, and pulled out a few condiment packets. 

“Ah, you wanted the story- Right!” He smiled, pulling out a hot dog for himself and only putting ketchup on it and taking a bite. “The remains keep the stupider zombies away.” He explained, “But that was just an accident- We didn't know that.” He smiled, “But it also keeps them downstairs. I need to make sure to take advantage of everything.” He sighed. “I also think it is… Rude to just cast away something that was once human, you know?” He sighed. 

It was clear he still had morals- And wasn't too keen on violence. He was softer than most, then again, he was younger too. He needed an awakening, and he'd probably get one eventually.

he felt rude if he was to tell him how he thought about it though it did make snecence to a ponit any how. it kept it safe somewhat so that was enough. “ Yeah, i get where you're commin' from.” he would nod his head not wanting to damper the mood. he took the warm hot dog with a smile. “ thank you. this will be fine."  he took a few bite's before wrapping it up to save the rest for later. 

“ taste's good.” Ashton told him and his hands twitching as he heard some things from the outside looking at the window to see what was there. he saw nothing. that wasn't good at all. Ashton looked back to Orion thinking for a moment. “ ya' know i know a place i think you'd like it there.” he ponited to him as he talked with a grin his way of slightly changing what they was talking about as not to have to say what he thought. “ lot's of people a whole town!” 

He waved his hands. "O-Oh, I should be fine- Once I leave this place, the raiders will get it.. I've put at least eight years into this.." He mumbled with a shrug. “I really can't leave- It would be such a hassle, and I really can't.” He mumbled, shaking his head with a slight.. tone. It was hard to tell what the tone was- But it seemed sad, maybe a bit hesitant. It was strange. He didn't know how to process the thought of leaving.

He glanced back up at him, tilting his head slightly. “Do you live there, too? I won't ask you to say, if so." He laughed. “I don't want to keep you away from any type of connections you have!” He sat up straight, finishing his food. It was a harsh reality- But he knew Ashton couldn't stay.. But at least he had manadged to helped him.

“ no i know people there but i just vist there somethinges. i tend to just stay whereever not in one place.” Ashton would explain to him. he understood that it was a scary thought of leaving somewhere. it was human. “ yeah must be hard to think bout leaving this place.” Ashton would state with a nod. he understood that though he also knew things here won't last forever at someponit it would run out and he would have to leave. it might not be now or this year but it would be at some ponit.

“ just a thought its safe and eh nevermind.” he shugged as he got comfortable in the seat he was in looking about.

(sorry, i might have to stop for now and reply later. so sorry)

He smiled, “Doesn't mean I won't help people, though! I think that what we're doing right now is pretty cool- That probably sounds lame, but I really do mean it! I haven't talked with anyone in four years- I'm not exaggerating!” He smiled, glancing down at this watch as he packed all of his food into his bag. His list said the chores he had to do- And he wasn't going to push them off, especially since everything that he just said was.. Embarrassing.

“I have chores to do, if you want to relax I can grab you some pillows and blankets. I'll bring you back some candles, too! I'll have to go dig through Spencers to see if they have any more functioning masks- I really don't want to make a filter.” He laughed softly, he wasn't too experienced with arts and crafts- So making a filter took about an hour for each side.

“ four years? I'm surprised you haven't gone stir crazy yet” Ashton chuckled softly after words. He would wait till he had stoped saying what he was going to before speaking up again. “ Nah, I'm good. I'll help you I'd help ya' iif You want.” 

“ Wait you haven't been to a Qz have you? They give masks that you just wash the filter” he took his mask it was old and a bit dirty. It was a dark blue color with black around it. “ see” he opened with easy showing a clean filter. You can you water and let it dry" he told him thinking if he might have a extra at his place he had been staying.. 

“ I have a extra at my place I can give you” he told as he put the filter back in his mask before putting it back in its place on its hip.

“I normally make them myself!” He smiled, unclipping the mask from around his neck and taking it off. It was black, and all of the metal was tainted an orange, and the leather straps matched the leather on his goggles. If you asked him, he would tell you that the goggles and mask made him looked much older when he wore the together- It intimidated raiders into doing less harm.

He unscrewed the cap and showed the dirty filters- They weren't poorly made, but they weren't expertly made either. They kept him alive, though. That's all he needed from them. “But I normally get clean ones from Spencers- and I found one in the back of hot-topic- You're also welcome to take some clothes, too! I got lucky with all the clothes the stores have in stock- So I don't get sick from being dirty and such!”

“ well you seem to have it made here.” Ashton with state with a slight nod as he looked at his own clothes that was muddy and bloody. even if it was old blood Orion had a ponit none the less, he could get sick if he kept wearing this outfit without washing it.  besides it would be nice to get a outfit that was better for the colder months now that fall would be coming soon.  outside the summer heat would blaze but it was clear that fall was coming. after so many years you tend to know by the slight changes.  

“ Are you sure you don't mind me getting some clothes, Orion?” he questioned as he titled his head slightly to the left. the infection and all this time wore down anyone made them change and yet Ashton could never understand why or how Orion seemed to stay the same. he was clearly resourceful from everything he had done to this place. 

“Yeah! I can tell from your shoulders that we wouldn’t wear the same size, and there’s a few clothing stores here- So even when I grow into your size, I should still have some for me. Plus, I’m allowed to focus on my style! Some people aren’t as lucky- But I prefer to get my clothes at the hot-topic, or sometimes I get my materials from Dicks-“ He smiled.

He had no issue sharing. He lived in a mall for heavens sake. He really didn’t have to be greedy- Even when raiders came by, they could never grab everything. Raiders were helpful by taking out the zombies, and people- But now that he had a friend, he wouldn’t mind sharing with another survivor! He couldn’t be picky when it came to friends.

“ Most don't.” Ashton mumbled under his breath. style. that was something that he hadn't thought about in a long while and never understood why anyone would care about that, and even less so now that this has started. “Lucklily, you got a good spot to hold up.”  he told as he stood up and looked around at the large budling. 

“ Hey, i might have to go and get my stuff and i'll stay here for a while if you don't mind.” he quickly added the last part as he was trying his best to get used to the layout.  Ashton tryined to walk slow taking everything in to see everything.  he found a old brown color jacket as he tried to make sure it was thick enough to keep him warm though winter. 

Orion tried not to seem too excited with the fact that he now had a new companion. “That's totally okay! We can turn the medroom into a room- Or you can take a storage room. I sleep in the security office because it's the safest and I have alarms on at night so I can detect any movement on the second floor.” He smiled.

 “Although- We could share the room if you'd like, so we don't have to radio each other at night when you have to use the bathroom and I gotta turn the alarms off- But I assumed you wanted your own room, it's the end of the word after all!” Orion said as they walked through the clothing stores.

he would stay quite letting the boy ramble on about what he could do. Ashton didn't want to say anything he didn't want to cause any truble. Ashton knew that at some ponit he would have to move at some point if he liked it or not. 

“Hey, i'll think about it, but for now let me get my stuff and i'll be right back.” Ashton would reply with a nod as he stood up. he slowly made his way outside. then crouched down trying to make his way to the old apartments.  he heard clicking, somewhat like bats but everyone knew better they was clickers, so he had to be careful. 

when ashton got to the side of the bulding he jumped on a old dumpster then jumped for a fire escape climbing it. Ashton pulled himself up and wormed himself into his room. it wasn't much a old bed, and a old dresser was all he used. though, they was a fridge he didn't want nor, need to open it/ Ashton picked up a shot gun, another duffle bag and a walkie talkie along with a shoulder flashlight before making his way back.  

Orion nodded as he left, helping him down the stairs, unlocking the doors, and then locking them again. He had told him not to bang on it when he was back- The sensors will catch him, then he can come get him.


He watched the cameras in the office, eating stale corn chips as he did. He noticed that they were flickering a bit, and frowned, grabbing the bag of batteries and walking out of the office with a sigh. He hated getting on that ragged ladder. But he also hated when the cameras weren’t working. 


He grabbed the ladder from where it was propped up last, and drug it to the nearby dead camera. He gently unscrewed it, replacing the batteries as the sensor went of. He climbed down, and ran over to the door. He’d finosh the camera later.

With the bags in his hands he looked left then right before looking behind him for good measure. Then the loud sound of the sensor made him go ridged with fear if what thst might bring to them. Unpleasant thoughts filled hid head whitch only worsened when the groans, and clicks of the infected grew louder. Ashton took a breath then when the doors opened he tossed his things under and dive under himself before the door was fully rasied

“ thanks” he called to Orion as he looked up to where he was before standing, dusting himself off slightly from the dust he collected on the way here.

He pulled out his handgun, and shot the front three zombies so that he could safely shut the door and lock it. “Why are they camping out there..?” He frowned, slowly putting the handgun in his holster. “The cameras didn’t catch them.. They shouldn’t even be here. The smell of the cut up zombies in the freezer should ward them off.” He didn’t even acknowledge Ashton as he quickly started off towards the freezer. 

He was now faced with the reality that his home was in danger. “Perhaps those ones are just smarter.” He reassured himself as they got closer to the smell of the rotting dead.

Ashton would look over to the younger man and softly sigh. he knew how it felt when it seemed like everything you knew felt as if it was falling apart. he was quite as he held his gun in hand looking to the zombies as the door slowly shut blocking them out. he herd what Orion had said, and it seemed like the longer that they was affected with this the smarter they was. that was the scary or well one of the scary things.

He pulled up his gas mask, opening the freezer. His brow furrowed as he cut open a few of the fresher bags to strengthen the smell, even through the mask he was gagging. His hands holding the knife as he swiftly cup open a few plastic bags full of rotting flesh. Afterwards, he locked the freezer door and put the key back on the ring, sighing as he pulled the mask down.

“I have to change the camera batteries outside- Everything is falling apart- Including my ladder. They should stray away now- I’ll trade with some raiders for them to come do a sweep through..” He sighed softly, running a gloved hand over his face.

“ Well would you be able to do any of that before dark?” Ashton would ask after a moment of quite between the two of them. “ you know it get's worse at night” he added softly unsure of what to say to him. the better question is what could he say? nothing…just be there and help where he could.