The Walking Dead

[Farewell]

She began to walk up the stairs watching him tug the sealed door but it still remained closed. "Alright, Just lead the way." Zaida said as she follows him however kept her distance and her guard up. Often checking her surroundings.

[Armalite_]

Spike made his way to the third floor stair level with Zaida, lighting the way with the flare. He approached the door and tugged on the handle. It jerked open slightly with a loud metallic shudder. Light from the windows illuminated the stairway through the small opening in the doorway immediately. It was quiet, but there was evidence a survivor was there. Peering in through the crack, he noticed discarded supplies littered the floor. The coyote immediately picked up a scent from inside. Resheathing his knife and placing the flare down on a step, he unslung his rifle and looked back at Zaida cautiously making silent hand gestures that someone was inside.


He ran his paw around the door's exterior, feeling for any string or devices that would trigger an alarm or trap from the inside before opening it fully. Feeling nothing, he nodded back at her. He waited for her signal that she was ready before moving in.

[..]

Now he was becoming impatent, looking out the window every 30 seconds. It was annoying that he had to wait up here. So he slowly carved letters into the wooden floor that eventually spelled out 'dead' he let out a light chuckle but instantly grabbed his knife as he feared a walker may have heard him. 

[Farewell]

 She watched the walkers for a moment making sure none of them were heading over. then turned back to the coyote who open the door with a slight jerk. Waiting for some response before he gave the signal someone was inside making her hold the machete tightly.
Zaida watched him feel around, he obviously knew what he was doing. The Vexū got low, ears laying flat, her steps now silent as she grew close towards the door. Peaking in to see the item scattered around the room eventually smelling the other anthro. With a nod she spoke in a soft whisper "alright."

[SadDubwool]

*Issac Looked around his flashlight illuminating the room*

[Armalite_]

Spike nodded and pulled the door open, the metallic shudder echoed through the stairwell. He slipped in first with his rifle at the ready. The office was quiet as he scanned over cubicles of an open space that appeared to be a call center. Dust covered old monitors, phones, and desks. He cleared the office space while quickly and quietly moving sideways through the first section of office looking for any movement.

He moved toward the window. Peering through the blinds keeping to one side of the wall, he could see the street littered with walkers below around the truck and near the entrance. He scanned the small buildings and houses opposite to their building, keeping out of sight from any crosshairs or other prying eyes. He didn't doubt there were other survivors among the ruins but he hoped the calm would last until the horde moved on. More gunfire would only prolong their wait to escape.

He gestured over to Zaida that the first office was clear. Yet the smell lingered, mixed in with old food cans and rotting meat.

"Someone is here somewhere..." He thought to himself. He could tell there was only one straggler based on the footprints on the ground; blood and dirt stained into the office carpeting. The one type of boot print on the floor suggested it was a single individual. The prints were spread out around the office but centralized near the windows. It was clear this point was used as a lookout from the window as someone paced back and fourth. The coyote bent down to analyze the floor. He noticed a small tuft of fur before picking it up and studying it. It smelled similar to the scent he smelled in the air. He had guessed it was from another bear. He looked back at the windows and could only assume they were being watched upon entering the building. He began to weigh the possibility of an imminent surprise attack or not finding anyone one at all if it fled. 

"Bear..." Spike hushed over to Zaida, motioning to the doorway into the next office with his rifle.

He slowly approached the wall near the doorframe and pressed one of his ears to the drywall. Listening for a moment, he looked back at Zaida and nodded. He braced himself against the wall next to the door leading into the second office and waited for her to make the decision to breech the door or not.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray, after his first encounter with the walker, had gotten it pinned beneath a couch, and had beaten it's skull in with a convenient table lamp. However, a nice, but small, cut on his arm worried him. The raccoon tore up another curtain, and bandaged himself. "I need cleaning stuff," he said quietly to himself, "or it might get infected."

[Razuel]

Name: Razuel Dracon

Age: 21

Sex: Male

Species: Dragon

Strengths: Knows basic survival skills, excellent marksman

Weaknesses: Sometimes lets feelings get in the way of common sense.

Appearance: http://d.facdn.net/art/walbobob/1457398967/1457398921.walbobob_razuel_ref.png

Weapons: 44 MAGNUM with silencer, and a Damascus Steel Broadsword

Clothing: refer to appearance link

((Please fill me on where everyone is so I may have interaction))

[Armalite_]

((Basically everyone is in a small town, Spike and Zaida are on the 3rd floor of an office building with Geoff who they havent found yet while looking for a way out possibly off the roof or will rest there for a bit. Everyone else seems to be scattered around in other small houses/buildings/shops on the main street filled with a horde of zombies attracted to the sound of Zaida's pistol that was fired earlier))

[..]

Looking out the window he twirled his knife. Eventually he decided that he would wait it out in the house. He pulled the bookshelf of the door and walked downstairs cautiously with his knife in hand. Downstairs the kitchen was a mess but it had some canned items left lying around. He approching the canned food carefully and quickly bagged them up. Next he checked all the other rooms which had nothing useful so he went back upstairs and checked all the other rooms which yielded no results, giving up he sat down in the hallway awaiting the moment when he could start moving again.

[Razuel]

Raz was sitting on top of an autobody shop, not too far from an apartment just only a few blocks away, and the Zombies that lined the outer walls of the auto shop looked back at the sound and immediately forgot about Raz, but some stayed behind and we're determined to get him, but Raz had fortified the shop's yard and interior with the leftover metal and the only way in was hopping the fence or the sewer, and in the backyard of the shop, there were an abundance of potatoes and melons and also a rain bucket as well as kindling and a fire pit.

Raz layed on the auto shop roof on a lawn chair until he heard a gunshot which seemed to be a few blocks away, "What the hell? I thought this whole place would've changed by this point... guess not...", Raz hopped down off the roof and took some of the walker clothing he refuged and soaked it in waste water then set it on fire with a lighter and it caused a plume of black smoke to rise into the sky, "There, I'll put it out come sunset, and it should diminish by tomorrow noon.", Raz then secured the fire to make sure it wouldn't ignite the crops, he then took a bucket of water and gardening tools and began to tend to the crops.

[Farewell]

Zaida stayed cautious her head never stayed in one place but looked back and forth up and down. She didnt face her back towards this new survivor, spike either. After wandering around the room, smelling and scanning the area carefully. She looked over at the coyote and nodded with a response. Zaida looked at some of the items, picking them up before placing them back in place not wanting to leave a trace.
Zaida the walked over to the canine. "When we meet this bear what's the plan..." She asked plainly.

[SadDubwool]

*Issac Looked out the door window, the zombies where gone, he opened the door before walking out ,he was walking quickly past the pharmacy before looking at the apartment windows*

[Armalite_]

Spike tilted his head at the question. He frowned.


"We have two options...leave now and take our chances outside or stay and find out if he or she has anything we can use." He replied. "The safest would be to avoid detection but I need medical supplies. I came here looking for a first aid kit and I cannot leave empty handed." He said, gesturing to his bloody leg. "If there is a threat, we engage it."


He sighed.


"I'd like to avoid a fight. I'm weak and need to save ammunition. We could also use a place to rest until the horde passes. I won't last out there in this condition so my options are limited..." He paused. "You can choose to stay or leave...but I must stay."

[[INACTIVE]]

Re-Doing my sheet if that's okay.

Name: Bailey Stowe

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Species: Shiba Inu

Strengths: Smart, Knows how to talk to people,

Weaknesses: Not strong at all, terrible at directions, extremely kind.

Appearance: Tall and skinny. Gold and White fur. Wears black frame glasses.

Weapons: Webley Mark 6

Clothing: Dark Green Parka, Black Trousers, White Button Up Shirt, Black Tie, Brodie Helmet, Brown Alice Pack