Name: Katy ruins

Age: 18

Look's: Like my profile picture including the outfit

*Walking outside in the dense forest i would listen for i heard no noises, which was odd for it being 8 a.m. normaly i could hear the animal's rising but today it was pure silence.*

Name: Jonathan Blaine
Age: 48
Looks: Silvery short hair, and a Van Dyke beard. A buttoned shirt with short sleeves and cargo pants. A thick black glove in the left hand and a red scarf tied on the right wrist. A brown leather belt with lots of tools and some weaponry.

You had to always be wary of thieves and muggers and such. There was no surveillance cams or any other tech to make alarms.
I had my own generator, I built running in my little house in the suburbs of a little town. I built the generator myself. It kept on, but it was extremely loud and if you would try to take any more power from it, it would pop and you'd have to fix it at least a day.
I couldn't even use any circuits from my storage. The wave that shut electricity down had also destroyed all ready components and any other stuff usable in machines. I had to build them using hand drills and screwdrivers and I had to work on it for a year to make it work. It had exploded on my face for a few times. I had messaging birds in cages to send letters. And I had my pet hawk Snow. It was an albino, with blood red eyes. I adopted the bird a few years ago. It's mother abandoned it because it was white. Now it ismy best companion.

Racism, racism everywhere. Even amongst birds

OOC: I'm not taking part in this, but I'll be watching it

*looking at hannah i would smile at her* sure you can join me, but i'm alone so it's just me

*Smiles at you* like i find all the other places i stay at i just simply find an abandonded house, i plan on heading to newyork next since we are currently, right here. *Point's to a maker on a huge map* we are in a small town called yelleds ville we'll leave in a few day's time. I hope you don't mind that i only stay in one house for a few day's

*I smile and rub Hannah's head softly* don't worry kid i'm much more stronger then i look. *I look outside noticing that the sun was beginning to set, slowly i'd pull hannah inside closing the door i'd begin to close and lock all the door's and window's* who ever last owned this house man they were controle freak's look at all these lock's on the door's

Name: Tristan

Age:25

Appreciance: wears a red flannel shirt and a black one strap back pack, black jeans, and converse chucks.

Has a full but not thick beard and a hairstyle similar to murphy pendleton from silent hill downpour. scar undearneath right eye. travels along and tends to wander around

carries a fire axe for self defense.

*Stumbles near holding a bloody wound around waist* "Aw no... Im gonna die here." *leans against tree and hears the small group talking talking* "Don't shoot and if

ya do make it quick!"

*I would turn as i saw a man holding his side. running out fast i'd grab them man before he fell over* whoa friend it's okay

OOC: I was in my house in the last post.

IC: I went for a walk in the woods, close to my house.
There were three people. One was bloody, one was holding the bloody one and one was just looking there.
"What are you doing there?!" I yelled at them. I took out my M1911 from it's holster on my belt and put it behind my back, while walking with my left side towards them, so they couldn't see me taking the gun.

*Looking through the side of my eye's i would turn and pull out a gun as i aimed it at the man walking up behind us, i would glare at him as i spoke in a firm and confident voice* don't move or i will shoot you. Who are you?