I WALK ALONE / private sunny

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]it was something about the mostly abandoned streets of LA that freaked him out. maybe it was the whistle of the wind, or the zombies that lay dead on the sidewalks.. or the random zombies with rainbow clothing that he had to off, despite not wanting to. it might also be the dried blood splattered on his face, making his freckles seem darker and almost like they, themselves, were blood.

maybe it was the fact that he was completely alone in this world. he hadn't expected he'd survive this long. even kevin, his survivalist room mate, had died from a bite to the face. he could still remember the screams, the scream that had pierced his very soul, ripped his heart out, and imprinted itself in his brain. it kept him awake at night, rang though his music, no matter how loud he played it through his headphones.

jack king, once a bartender and a friend to all, was all alone. he was alone, walking through the streets of one of the most famous cities in america. it hurt him to see the city he once called home in shambles.

suddenly, he just couldn't walk anymore. he just stopped, falling to his knees and staring blankly up at sky. he wasn't tired- no, he was never tired. he was angry. actually- he was pissed. he was pissed at whatever allseeing and almighty being might have caused this. he felt a rain drop fall on his cheek, running along one of the thin cuts caused by this glove.

he growled, felt the urge to just scream. the same way he had heard one of his best friends did. a broken hearted, pained scream. but he wouldn't. he was stronger than that.. he thought so, at least. though, he did start laughing. "are you fucking happy, god? huh! FUCKER!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, knowing full well it'd draw in zombies of all sorts.

rain began to fall, and he angrily flipped off the sky. "fuck you, you bastard!"

[dannychan]

[member=3755]sunny.[/member] sorry the writing got long lmao

[sunrise skater kid.]

[align=center][div style="width: 300px; text-align: justify"]he had been alone for a long time now, and he hadn't had plans for that to change.

emerson taylor had, in his youth, been one of the friendliest kids you could ever meet. however, now at age twenty, he had been hardened. between the desperate search for supplies and fending off those monsters- emerson could never bring himself to call them zombies, it made the whole idea scarier, the fact that he could one day be like that- he'd become too busy to even have a chance to long for company. so, he loned it, and he loned it well enough that he hadn't been killed yet.

when the outbreak had first started, emerson had banded together with a few others close to his age. he had always been smaller and more agile than most, and had been assigned the duty of keeping a lookout while the others slept. he'd fallen asleep in the high branches of a tree, and been awoken by the sounds of his companions screaming. he'd never been able to shake the sound, so it replayed whenever he had a moment to think. so he kept himself busy.

emerson pulled the switchblade he kept in his back pocket out and cleaned his nails with the blade. just the day before, he'd been chased by one of the monsters, barely escaping into a tall tree, and had scratched his leg pretty badly. he needed to find a lake or stream to wash out the wound, but for now it hurt to move. he was hidden in a the midst of a copse of trees. the shade was a pleasant bonus to the concealment.

he was still cleaning his nails and trying to think of anything but the screams, when he heard a scream- a real one, happening in the present. well, it was more of a yell than a scream, and sounded vaguely like swearing. he shrugged his shoulders and looked back down at his blade as the mysterious voice continued to yell. he tried to ignore it, figuring if they were being killed they probably deserved it, for not being able to hide or escape. survival of the fittest, right? he tried, he really did.

but alas, emerson could not keep his hero comples compressed any longer. standing up with a hiss of pain, he moved in the direction of the sound. once he thought he was pretty close, he climbed a tree. he didn't dare go too high, as his leg was aching at this point. he scanned the area before spotting a bright spot of orange. he squinted, thinking at first that it was fire. upon closer inspection, he identified it as a human. the other person seemed fine, at the moment at least, but emerson saw two of the monsters about the same distance away from the redhead, in the opposite direction. with a sigh, he climbed down, cursing his own heroics.

he swung around so that the other human- who he could tell was male- had his back to emerson. he debated whether he should say something, or just make noise to make the fiery headed boy more aware of his surroundings. he realized, after throwing several stones and a stick, that he was too engulfed in yelling at the sky.

sighing, emerson strode forward, blade in hand. "hey you!" he said loudly, wanting to sound intimidating but not as if he was going to attack. he was pretty sure if he got in a fight with this boy, he would come out one the worse end. "i don't know you, and i don't care to, but im not one to just let somebody get killed while they're obviously distressed. there's two of the zombies"- he shuddered a bit at the use of the word, but he needed this boy to understand the importance of the situation- "not that far from here, and headed in this direction. if i were you, i'd scram." he went to turn away, before deciding to see how the other reacted. maybe he could get some food or supplies out of this, a reward of sorts. or maybe you're just glad to see another face a voice in the back of his mind said. he frowned, creating deep lines in his face. sometimes, he swore he was his own worst enemy, and this was definitely one of them.


//unintentionally makes reference to the song 'my own worst enemy' by lit whoops
also this looks a lot longer than i thought it would be?? i definitely don't always write this much aha

[dannychan]

[justify]a voice caught him off guard. a voice- a real, living voice. how did he know? because it wasn't one he recognised. it wasn't a scream, or a sobbing 'please help me'. it wasn't the sound of his little sister giggling or his mother saying she loved him. it was a new voice. he would look at the zombies, and slowly stand, clenching his leather clad fist and narrowing his eyes.

he would surge forward, jabbing the long blades into the head of the beast, and pulling back, watching at the other started for him. he snorted. "man, these things really are stupid.." he sighed, grabbing it by the neck and holding it away. it was a strong one, to say the least. he looked to the other male- emerson as he might soon learn. "shoot it! holy fuck, shoot it!"

[sunrise skater kid.]

everything inside of emerson was saying holy shit get the fuck out of here get the fuck out get out get out get out but instead he only took a step backwards. "i-i don't have a gun!" his voice shook, showing his fear.
his normal strategy was to evade the beasts, not fight them. he was no use in a fight, his small body could be snapped in half as easily as a twig.
emerson wasn't going to just let this boy stand there with a beast in his arms however, so he took out his trusty blade, the only weapon he possessed, and hesitated a second before he threw it at the monster. it hit right between the eyes- emerson had been honing his accuracy for years at this point- and buried itself to the hilt. in that moment, emerson was thankful that he had such a large knife, otherwise it wouldn't have done shit.
turning to the boy, he asked in a child-like voice, "is it dead? what's it doing? i've never actually been this close."
his voice was squeaky as all signs of the intimidating act he had put on earlier disappeared, being replaced with curiosity. he took another step back, slightly afraid the beast was going to spring up and lunge at him while he was unarmed. he didn't dare retrieve his knife, and only prayed that the redhead didn't take it.

[dannychan]

he panted slightly, letting the monster fall. he reared his foot back, kicking the dead creature in the head and growled. "yeah. it's dead. good aim!" he said, looking at the claws on his glove. he took the switch blade, moving over and holding it out to him. "uh.. jack. i'm jack, by the way."

[sunrise skater kid.]

emerson flinched a bit as the other boy's foot made contact with the creatures head. "oh, uh, yeah thanks! i kinda have to have good aim with just a knife." he mentally scolded himself for revealing that he had no other weapons, before sighing in relief as the redhead handed his blade to him. phew.

jack. the name suited him, emerson thought. "im emerson." he said bluntly, attempting to regain some pride, before realizing it was too late for that. "sorry for, uh, freaking out for a second there. i usually avoid the things, they'd be able to get me in two seconds tops. so um, thanks." even though he was the one who'd warned jack, jack had saved him.

[dannychan]

he nodded, giving a little two-clawed salute. "no problem." he sighed, looking at the dead zombies on the ground. this guy seemed like he was alone, and he was sure this emerson guy must be lonely. he moved to wipe off the claws, scratching his cheek with his bare hand. "have you got a group?"

[sunrise skater kid.]

((oh my gosh i just saw this, sorry!! please please please feel free to pm me if i don't respond aaaa))


emerson frowned, the bad memories coming back to the forefront of his mind. he debated whether he should reveal this information- after all, not having anyone to back you up or look for you if you were missing seemed like a pretty big weakness. "um, no. i don't. not anymore." his voice turned hard, and he ensured that his eyes kept strict contact with the ground. still without looking up, he asked "do you?" he had a feeling this boy was one of those loner types, especially with how tough he seemed.

[dannychan]

it's alright hon!! i don't pm someone unless it's been a week!!

jack thought back to the nurse, angela. she had been amazing, and practically like a mother to him. she had traveled with him for a while, but had met her demise only a month before. then there was kevin, the fun loving giant who would crack the worst jokes in the midst of a horde while using a flame thrower to melt off a zombies face. his death had hit him the worst, considering he had a huge crush on the male- but alas, he had been straighter than a pole. st the makes question, he shook his head. "no." he said simply. "we should stick together. you know, protection in groups or whatever."