Zombie Apocalypse Rp

[Rayleonarde]

*I laugh a little before speaking.* "Not that I can think of...let me come up, and I'll bring up a map." *A few minutes pass, and the pneumatic whoosh of the lift can be heard from the basement.  I limp up from the basement, and trudge to Gaia, map in hand.* "So, a museum, eh? Well..." *I roll out the map on the floor.*

[Farewell]

"Ya I'm thinking there's gotta be armor and I mean no one can bite through armor so why not besides there's also extraordinary weapons made in the past and some very well made so i might pick some stuff up"

[Farewell]

"Some might be broken or weak but ima still find stuff maybe make my own armor out of scratch"

[Rayleonarde]

*I nod.* "No...no normals can't bite through armor...but Husband's will crush your bones. Some special ones would open you like a can of Cambel's Chunky...That, and you can't really move fast in heavy armors."

[Farewell]

"Ya I'm just trying to get something to cover my arms and maybe my neck because from seeing this start they go for weak places some even spit into open cuts or eyes/mouths some grow smarter so ima step up my game"

[Farewell]

"Also might pick up some meds and health packs maybe find fresh food"

[Rayleonarde]

*I nod.* "Not a bad plan...though going to hospitals is risky business...As for coverings, I got a couple of DIY tricks.  Take a bunch of magazines; Vogue or what have you, wrap them around your arms, and duct tape them together.  Thick enough to stop bites without slowing you down."

[Farewell]

"Smart well ima go head out to the city won't be long.. Oh do happen to have a walkie-talkie I can take just in case somthing goes wrong or I need help"

[Rayleonarde]

*I pat my body.* "Uhh...I don't have a walkie...I could jerry rig something...but that'd take a while."

[Farewell]

"That will be fine for now ima go to sleep you should gets some rest too" *smiles*

[Rayleonarde]

*I lean against the wall, head drooping.* "Yeah...maybe I should..."

[Scout Brighton]

A wolf limps down the edge of the road. Her clothes are torn, and her left paw and arm are coated in blood up to the elbow. Her hood is down, and her right leg is bent outwards slightly, as she walks putting little pressure on it. She holds a flashlight in her right paw. She spots the cabin just off the side of the road and notices lights on through the windows, along with passing shadows. She heavily limps up to the door, then weakly knocks on the door. She calls quietly. "Hello?! I-is anyone in there...?-" She says to herself. "-please be living..."

[Rayleonarde]

*I stand up with a start, grabbing my shotgun and a light.  I walk over to the door, and open it.* "Christ! You're a mess...get in here." *I place a paw on the wolf's shoulder, leading them in.*

[Scout Brighton]

She limps in with a couple grunts, then leans against the wall and lets out a heavy sigh, not saying any words but looking at the floor.

[Farewell]

*Wakes up startled* "wtf where she come from!!? ???