Zombie Apocalypse Rp

[Farewell]

(How old are you and what furr type are you if u don't mind me asking I'm 14 and how a labour urs data?) "um ok,let's" *i begin walking down the street"

[Farewell]

(Data** not labour =~=)

[Ryan Naismith]

((32 year old army lieutenant, corsac fox))
"Yeah," he says, his voice shaking a little "let's get moving. " glad his little ruse worked.


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[Farewell]

(And my fur uh should be on profile)

[Farewell]

"Should be about 30 mins" *i keep walking as my hooves make a click noise*

[Ryan Naismith]

*his paces speeds up slightly, seemingly nervous* "yeah, yeah, let's just get to the house, okay?"


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[Farewell]

*after 30 mins or so we arrive* "here we are

[Farewell]

"Uh ok" *i walk into my house and letting them both in* "ok come in guys..."

[Ryan Naismith]

*jeffrey looks around nervously, and accepts their offer to come In*
"Anyways, you guys got a workbench?" He says, trying to ignore data


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[Farewell]

"Um ya out in the back" *i point then run upstairs and making noises finally coming down with antipsychotic* "here"

[Farewell]

*i run to data* "here take it

[Ryan Naismith]

"Listen... " jeffrey says "you hear that?" It sounds like the potter patter of feet...
"Ah crap!" Jeffrey goes "Stenches incoming!"


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[Farewell]

"No" *i whisper to Jeffery giving him and data hand signals to follow* "up here" *finally arriving in the attic filled with guns gaia scavenged* "they won't find us I did this last time there was a horde"

[Ryan Naismith]

*jeffrey closes his eyes, and rocks slightly back and forth. Hiding from a horde always sucks.*


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[Farewell]

"This is for emergencies that's why. And it's also my room so if u walked in it would be rude and I might be getting dressed." *i look at data*