(Must be literate. Put bio, pic, and age. The girl with the boy is me, the realistic boy is the lil bro, the rest yall can figure out. THESE ARE JUST SUGGESTIONS IF YOU DO NOT HAVE A PIC.)) Name: Storme Age: 17 Bio: Storme lived with her parents and little brother before the zombies came. Mom and Dad had died within the first three months and now its just her and her little brother Erik and his girlfriend and my best guy friend. Starter: The zombies close in on us as we make furniture a barrier against the door of the old hotel. Blood drips from everyone of us, some from old wounds and some from new ones. Glass breaks from windows, but we quickly make a barrier against those also. When everything is finished, I throw my bow onto a couch and start wrapping old, dirty gauze around a gash on my forearm. Looking at everyone, I can see that they are tired and hungry, dark circles under every eye. Get some rest. Ill stand guard. I tell them, being the unofficial team leader. Too exhausted to argue, they lay down on the broken down floor of the hotel and fall quickly asleep. I walk around the lobby of the building, on guard, my bow and arrows close to me.
Posted on: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 00:03:09 +0000
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