This is a completely improvisational zombie apocalypse thread.<br/>The only rules are as follows:<br/><ol>
<li data-xf-list-type="ol">Romance is allowed, but nsfw stuff should only be DMed or on another thread between players, not here, thanks!</li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ol">No killing another player without their permission.</li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ol">Be fair, don't be overpowered intentionally. No one is perfect all the time! :)</li>
</ol>A few things about the zombie virus:<br/><ol>
<li data-xf-list-type="ol">Spread by saliva, mucous, excretion (feces and urine) or blood.</li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ol">Incurable</li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ol">Only activates and turns you into a zombie once you are dead, but can greatly deteriorate your health while you are alive.</li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ol">Zombies CAN run, unless they have broken/unusable legs.</li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ol">Zombies are only killed by destroying the brain.</li>
<li data-xf-list-type="ol">Other animals CAN have the virus.</li>
</ol><br/><br/>Name: Avadesca (Av-a-des-uh) Alremori<br/>Age: 22<br/>Appearance:<br/><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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</div><br/><br/><br/>"Damn, this could work..." She sat, looking over the contents of the abandoned backpack. There wasn't much: what must've been a burrito at some point, now reduced to green and white, pus-like goo, a broken flashlight- of course, without batteries, a single shotgun shell, a metal slingshot, a dog's collar, and two cans of wet dog food, completely full and completely sealed. "Been a minute since I've eaten dog food..." Her stomach growled intensely, making her mind up. Tucking the shell, the slingshot, the dog collar, because why not, and one can of dog food in her backpack, she tore at the pull tab on the top of the other can. It opened with a satisfying<i>hiss</i>and the sound of curling metal as she opened the top made her skin crawl with delight. "Chicken and rice formula. Just like momma used to make..." She crinkled her nose at the smell at first, but honestly, it smelled like Thanksgiving Turkey or Easter ham to her nutrient-starved stomach and desperately drooly taste buds. Dipping her fingers into the soft, coagulated-fat, ground beef mimic, she paused. The sound of a can scittering across the dusty pavement made her look back quickly, going from sitting to kneeling at the side of the rusted, fallen apart car she had just looted.<br/><br/>"Shit, shit, shit!" Over her shoulder, Avadesca peeked at the two zombies making their way towards her, arms outstretched and gnarled, browning fingernails scratching at the air hungrily. One had long, stringy, black hair that partially covered it's face, gnashing jaws chewing on strands that hung over broken, bleeding gums.<br/><br/>Pain shot through her injured left leg as she jumped up, dropping the can and panicked throwing the handful of dog food at the nearest zombie. It splattered into it's eye socket, blobs of meat dripping down it's face. Her calf was wrapped tightly with bandages, the bleeding mostly stopped from the wound she'd gotten the night before. Her leg should be cleaned soon, however, with the dusty air and sweat getting at the injury there was no telling how soon it could fester.<br/><br/>She grabbed her backpack and ran, but before she got very far, her foot caught a metal pipe that must have fallen off of the car, and she hit the ground hard. "Oh f*ck!" she screeched, her cheek smacking the pavement and her knee jamming into the ground, sending shockwaves through her calf to her injury, causing a pained moan to escape her lips.