Zombie Apocalypse (roleplay)

OOC: Agreed.
IC: I take Eliza's hand and hold it with both my hands. "Don't worry about it." I say. "Just get some rest, you'll be fine hopefully."

-Damian looked around in the Pawnshop, and spotted his Portable Radio next to his backpack and Katana, as the Voice came through the Radio, he listened carefully. He would then pick the backpack up, placing both sleeves around his shoulders, and picked his Katana up off the side of the counter, tying the sheath onto his belt loop tightly. He then made sure that his two pistols had full clips, finding extra ammo, and considering that he was heading towards a group of survivors, he would also pick up all the ammo for as many guns as he could find, already knowing that others' have tried to ransack the place. He then cracked the window of the office open with his fist, which wore a metal knuckled black leather glove, and opened the door. As he comes across a map, he pulls the thumbtacks out of the corners of it, maps his way to the Wal-Mart, and rolls up the map, proceeding onto the roof. As once on the roof, he climbed down the ladder, and drew his Katana, as one of the walkers attempted to rush him. He pulled back his arm and with one swipe cut the walkers' head clear in half. As he looked around, he noticed an opening between the walkers. He picked up a good sized rock, looked over to a car with the headlights barely on, and Chucked it as hard as he could, braking the passenger side window as the Alarm went off faintly. As the Walkers approached the Car, he would swiftly walk around them, killing any of them that looked towards him. He then eventually made it to the Wal-Mart, and walked around the building, spotting the ladder, he then sheathed his Katana and climbed up it. When he made it to the top, he would knock hard enough for whomever that was waiting to hear it. As Damian then spoke with a calm and soft voice.- "Hello? Are their any survivors in there? I heard the radio broadcast and am interested in seeking refugee. I have ammo, food, and my own strength to spare."

OOC: We aren't at the walmart anymore, we're at Alaska.

OOC: Woah, I missed quite a bit, anyone care to explain what's happened since Ragna came to see Kira about her being mind controlled or whatever?

IC: I decide to go outside, but I get a headache before I open the door.

"Eugh, that hurts!"

And suddenly, visions invade my head, a facility, ordering people, a cage with people in it.

"Ah! Wha-wh-whaz' going onnn?"

I pass out leaning on the door.

OOC: To be fair it is a zombie roleplay, so it never was logical to begin with, but I understand that it shouldn't be too unrealistic. Nothing much Gonzo. An ex-military girl named Scratch found us after her division was attacked.

OOC: Well, people with super powers, a super soldier whatever isn't that a bit too much.. Like can't we just behave like normal people in a world full of zombies.?

OOC:Listen there is a difference when you have "super powers" and being just stronger and faster. Neither me nor kira can shoot lasers out of our eyes.Ragna only uses the term "super soldier" but he is just making it sound good since he is very much only a mutant

OOC: i agree..... HOLY SHIT I CAN DO THIS AT SCHOOL!!!!

OOC: lol

OOC: I still think this is getting unlogical, but who am I, just keep going then.

OOC: xD So shall we continue?

OOC: i truthfully dont give a shit lol
*wakes up*
*notices no one is up*
*sneaks out of the house*

*wakes up*
*starts to clean my gun*

*Ragna then gets up still tired but at least he slept a bit* well... you got up early*he said to scratch*Im ragna by the way. Whats your name?

(he was asleep so he could not know)

names scratch
*points to my scar*
You can guess why.
ive also been staying to army hours.
guess its just habit. the only thing keeping me sane*
*continues cleaning while looking at ragna*

That gun... is that the Dragunov sniper rifle with the 7.62 caliber bullets? *he looks at her interested far more in the gun then herself*

OOC: :3 im a gun freak

OOC: lol
yeps aint she a beauty. got it from my pops right before i departured.

OOC: xDD I know but yeah,i know 'em and have one but still,girl is a girl. xD

Yeah,umm may i try it out? *he looks at her with hope of trying the gun out*

OOC: what? lol
*tosses the gun to him*
yep just be careful shes got a little kick in her

Yeah,my barett .50 cal is quite a knockbacker. *he sighs trying out the scope,then checks out the mag*

OOC:what i ment to say is that i have a real dragunov.