One x One discussion

Here we are!

Awesome! Okay, any specific ideas?

The world over run with zombies? Sorry, I'm brain dead at the moment. (No pun intended.)

That's fine. Did you want the two stories to be intertwined or different?

Intertwined if that's alright?

That's perfect. Should we make characters now? and do you want it to be when the world's going to shit or afterwards?

Yeah, let's make the characters now. And, just so you know, I have a lot of trouble putting pictures on, so would you mind if the appearance is verbal? And I'd rather it start when the world's falling apart, if that's alright with you.

I'm 100% okay with that! I have the same exact problem.

And same. I'll start making mine. Simple or what?
Name, Age, Verbal Appearance, Former Occupation, Weapon/skill, Background, Personality. more or less?

Alrighty then. About what age do you want them?

Maybe between 18-30?

Yeah, sounds good to me. We're doing doubles, right?

Yes ma'am

Name: Kira Lake
Age: 22

Appearance:
Hair color: Brown
Hair length: Elbow
Eye color: Bright Blue
Height:5'4
Weight:93
Scars/Tatoos: Small scar on forehead from childhood accedent and music=life tatooed on upper arm

Former Occupation: Military
Weapon/skill: Guns and knife throwing

Background:
Kira was born into a rich family, though she was a tomboy since she was young. She liked to climb trees, go fishing, and shoot guns. She was 9 years old when she got the scar on her forehead. She was climbing a tree at the very top, where the branches were thin, when a branch snapped and she fell to the ground. She was in sixth grade when she started talking about going into the army, though her parents only took her seriously when she graduated from high school early to join.

Personality:
Kira is a tomboy. There is no other way to describe her. She is calm and collected, keeping pretty much to herself, unless you earned her trust. It's hard to gain her trust, but easy to lose it. But she's very loyal to her small circle of friends, and would die for you if she considers you a friend.


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Name: Max Harris
Age: 19

Appearance:
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Green
Height: 5'8
Weight: 122
Markings/Tatoos: None

Former occupation: College
Weapons/skill: Guns

Background:
Max was born in the country. He lived on a 20 acre plot of land in a house he had helped his father build. He shot guns from a young age. He got his first BB gun when he was 5. He got his first rifle at 11. And his first handgun at 12. He started hunting with his father at 13, and was an excellent shot. When he went off the college, he missed his guns as much as his parents.

Personality:
Max is very kind and caring, always the first to crack a joke in an awkward situation, always the one to calm a screaming child. He is loyal to his friends, and would lay down his life for just about anyone, even if he doesn't know them.

Name: Malcolm "Mal" Anderson
Age: 23
Appearance: light brown hair, dark blue eyes, 6'0, 155 lbs, several tattoos on his arms and back
Former Occupation: contractor
Weapons/skill: stealth, long-shot shooting

Background: Mal was born into an abusive family and lost his mother to the birth of his younger sister, Jane. His occupation wasn't desired, but it got the bills paid and the long hours took away from his pain

Personality: He's very harsh to people he doesn't like, but loving to the very few he does. He's tough and protects those he cares about. He can be ruthless and loves to kill (zombies) for fun. He has a drinking problem.

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Name: Jane Anderson (sister)
Age: 21
Appearance: long blonde hair, grey eyes, 5'3, 100 lbs, one vine tattoo on her left wrist and ankle
Former occupation: college, teacher assistant
Weapons/skills: knifing, not very skilled

Background: Like Mal, born into an abusive family. Once she was old enough, she took care of her brother while he protected her. After the disease began, they both fled to refuge.

Personality: Because of her brother's protection, she's not entirely skilled. She loves children and fairly normal. She scares easy but puts on a brave front.

Okeydokey. You want to start or me?

do you think you could? Sorry I'm eating at the moment.

Kira was alone when she was attacked. She was in her car, which was parked in the back of a walmart parking lot, on her phone with the music playing loudly. There was only a few of them, but it was enough to have adrnaline pumping through her veins. She reached under her seat, pulling out a hand gun, and shot them down one after another. She didn't bother to roll down the window or open the door, so holes opened in the windsheild. After they were all dead, she put the gun in her lap, trying to calm her racing heart. She looked up, only to see more of them. They crowded the cars that held people and strolled into the store.

Her eyes widened, and she quickly started the car and began speeding down the street. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she had to get out of there.

Max was on campus, surrounded by his friends when they first came. There was a wave of them, all moving at a shuffling pace toward them. A few of his friends let out a scream, but his tongue swelled and he couldn't make a sound. Wide eyed, he glanced around.

His friends had scattered, and, not knowing what else to do, he ran. He kept running until his truck came into view, were he had parked it. He tried the door, but it was locked. Fumbling the keys out of his pocket, the unlocked it and scrambled in. He started it up and began driving, swerving slightly to avoid some of the people who had decided to run in the road.

"Shit," Malcolm whispered as he blew his horn into the 5 o'clock traffic. "C'mon!" He got out of the car and saw what look to be a dead person coming straight for him. He tilted his head and retrieved his pocket knife. At first, he thought it was a scam. As it approached, it hissed and grabbed him. Malcolm stabbed it in the head and got back in his car silently.

He gathered his knife, and put it into a bag with a shirt, a Mountain Dew, and a half pack of crackers. He then fled into the woods.

Jane was sitting in her and her brother's apartment when her phone rang. "Hello?" On the other end was Malcolm's boss.
"Where the hell is your brother, he's two hours la-" The phone suddenly cut off and she heard screams from the street. She glanced out of the window to see them, chasing a woman running from the nearby collage. She gasped; her mind raced. Where was Malcolm? And what the hell where those...things? What should she do?

Kira kept driving, finally stopping outside the woods. She parked her car at the side of the road, going to the back and pulling out a backpack. She puts two water bottles in it, two extra hand guns, and a pack of gummie bears. She wished for a second that she'd stopped to get something more suitable for food before she'd decided to go to the woods, but quickly forced the though out of her mind. She couldn't change it now. She tucked another hand gun into the waistband of her cargo pants and put the backpack on, then started toward the woods.

Max drove until his car ran out of gas. He tried to start it again, but it only made a small sound, then died again. Letting out a curse word, he climbed out. He was in the middle of nowhere, without another person or car in sight. He grabbed a half filled water bottle, then started into the woods. He was confident then he would be able to provide for himself, even without a gun.

Stealthy, Malcolm perused the woods near the town. He learned that only a head shot would kill the monsters. He thought about the people that had to endure his, and the people that had possibly fled to the woods. He stopped and listened; he heard screams, but no nearby hisses or moans. Mal thought about Jane, sitting at home having no idea she may never see him again.

Jane panicked more as she sat at the window. She thought of the obvious place her brother might be, but thought of nowhere. She saw a couple people running towards the forest, and felt that maybe he'd gone there. What if he'd stopped to help people and gotten...
No, no thinking of that.
She grabbed a light bag of luggage. She put two guns in the bag along with 4 bottles of water, a loaf of bread and sliced cheese. She put a gun in her jeans and threw a blanket over her shoulder. Slowly, she opened the door and headed toward the forest.

Kira kept walking deeper in the forest. She figured that everyone else could fend for themselfs. She was surviving this. She was going to set up a small camp a little deeper in, where she probably wouldn't be found. It was a big forest, but there would be a lot of people fleeing into it. Maybe she should go a little further in.

Max walked into the forest, his senses on high alert for anyone or anything, ready to bolt if one of the dead showed up. They seemed slow and easy to outrun, but he was still on edge, poised to run. After a few minutes, he couldn't stand the slow pace any longer, and started to jog.

As Malcolm was stopped, he heard footsteps. He hid behind a large tree and peered around the corner to see a man walking in his direction. He was fairly sure that he wasn't dead, but Mal held up his knife, just to be on the safe side.

Walking through the forest, for Jane, was hard. Her senses were off, for she had left her glasses at home. Her vision was blurry but her hearing was oversensitive. She heard the rustling of leaves nearby.

Max ran on, keeping his eyes trained on the trees around him, and he glanced periodicaly behind him. So far, he hadn't seen anybody, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't.

Kira walked calmly, her senses heightened. She heard soft footsteps, and quickly pulled out her gun. She approached the sound carefully. She could see a girl walking odd. Probably dead. She aimed the gun, then stopped. What if she wasn't?

Malcolm weighed his options- should he stay hidden or approach the man? He stepped out and ran into what looked like a college student.

Jane held one hand out when the noise stopped. "Hello?" she called, and touched the gun in the back of her jeans. "Anyone there?"

Max skidded to a stop, then said, "Whoa! Who're you?" Then he kicked himself slightly. He was never good at first impressions.

Kira dropped her arms, tucking the gun back into her waistline. "Here." She answered, taking a step forward and raising a hand to get her attention.

"Malcolm," he replied and smirked a bit. "You?" Perhaps he'd seen his sister at the college or had others waiting for him somewhere.

Her vision cleared slightly. Jane sighed and smiled a bit. "Thank God, I thought you were one of the dead." She hesitated and stepped forward. "You do suppose they're dead, right?"

"Max." He said. Then he looked around, motioning toward the trees. "This is a lovely day we're having. Assuming you're having the same kind of day I am?"

"That was what I was thinking, yes. Unless this is just some kind of medical outbreak that gives them cannibalistic thoughts and makes them immune to pain." Kira said.

Still smirking, Mal nodded. "Day from hell, i'd say." For whatever reason, having someone else around made Malcolm less scared. "Do you know a Jane Anderson?"

Jane nodded. "I'd assume dead. But I do think it's caused by some outbreak. People have been dropping like flies for months. It's just today that they rose." She thought about her brother. "So, wanna stick together?" She gestured to her bag. "I have guns."

Max paused, thinking. The two Jane's that he knew was his mom's friend and the person who sat in front of him in his sixth grade english class. "No, I don't think I do. Why? Who's she?"

Kira nodded, thinking about her theory. It made enough sense. Not that it really mattered at all what it was. "Yeah. We might as well stick together. And I got guns too."

His heart sunk. "My sister," he replied. His voice was rough, and he began walking again.

"Good," she said. She began walking, but heard other noises. "Do you hear that? Or is it just me..."

"Oh." Max said, trailing behind him. He couldn't think of anything to say, and finally decided that there wasn't anything he could have said to make him feel better.

Kira furrowed her brow, listening. She could hear a faint rustling sound. "Yeah, I hear it too." She began walking in the direction of the noise.

They continued walking. "We should try to find somewhere to set up soon," he said, even though there was nothing really to set up. "Don't you think?"

Jane followed Kira and continued listening. "What is it?" she whispered.

"Yeah. Not that we can really do much." Max said. He glanced around, looking for a small clearing, or at least some place without too many twigs and rocks.

"I don't know." Kira responded quietly. She crept forward, avoiding stepping on sticks to keep quiet. She motioned for Jane to be quiet. If it was a group of the dead, she'd rather them not know that they were there.

Mal nodded and pointed to a clear, dry place. "There? We may have to clean up a bit."

Jane breathed quickly, becoming nervous. he vision was going in and out. If they ran into a herd, she'd be a goner.

"Seems as good a place as any." Max said, walking cheerily toward the spot that Mal had pointed to.

Kira quietly pulled the gun out of her waistband, flinching slightly at the click when she took the safety off.

Malcolm observed his cheerfulness as he heard the all too familiar click of a gun. He whipped around, knife in hand. "Who's there?" he said confidently.

Jane's head tilted at the familiar voice. Unsure of herself, she kept her voice low. "Mal?" she said to herself.

Max turned around, glancing once at Malcolm, then looking at the surrounding trees, looking for the person that he was talking to.

Kira breathed a slight sigh of relief. Another living being. Then she glanced at Jane. She jerked her head slightly in the direction of the person. "You know him?" She mouthed.

Malcolm became restless. "Show yourself!" he said rather loudly.

"I think so," she replied. "What's your name?" she called. Anyone can pretend to be her brother with her poor vision just to take advantage of two girls.

Max moved his eyes around them, then quickly looked to the spot where the voice had come from. He searched for the person, but could see no one. He looked to Malcolm, waiting for him to respond.

Kira nodded slightly, then turned back to the people. She could see now that there were two of them, but it didn't look like they had guns, going off of the knife in one of their hands.

He remained confident. "Malcolm Anderson. Now, show yourself!"

Jane ran out and towards the voice. "Mal, it's me. Jane! Kira, this is my brother!"

Max looks, surprised, at the girl who ran out of the woods. Then he nods slightly, understanding. This was Malcolm's sister, the one he had asked about. What were the odds of finding her in the forest?

Kira blinks at the sudden turn of events, then walked calmly out of the trees. She tucked the gun into her waistband again, nodding slightly in greeting to Jane's brother.

Malcolm hugged her, smiling. He noticed that she had another person with her. "Who is this?" he asked.

"This is Kira," she said. "This has all been happening so quickly..."

Max hung back, smiling slightly at the heartwarming reunion.

Kira nodded again at Malcolm, staying silent. She wasn't about to be the first to say something. If he wanted her to talk, he was going to have to address her.

Malcolm stared at Kira. For some reason, she seemed very interesting to him. He gestured to Max, introducing him to his sister. "Jane, this is Max."

Jane smiled at him. "Thanks for keeping my brother safe," she said, noticing how Mal was staring at Kira.

Max smiled back at Jane. "It's nice to meet you. And it's not like I did much to keep him safe."

Kira narrowed her eyes slightly at Malcolm. Most of the time, people dismissed her as shy and mostly ignored her. But it seemed she had drew his attention with her silence.

Malcolm noticed Kira staring at him, so he directed his attention to Max. He smiled slightly. "We were about to set up camp."

Jane nodded. "I brought a bag of stuff before I left the apartment," she said to the group. "I have some food, a few guns, a jacket and a blanket." She looked at each person. "Only one blanket, unfortunately." She looked at Max, then back at Kira.

Max nodded, then said, "I've got a half a bottle of water. Does that count as anything?" He smiled slightly, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Kira raised an eyebrow at Max, then said, "I have two full water bottles, three pistols, and a pack of gummy bears."

Malcolm laughed at the group. "I have some crackers and a knife." He glanced over at Kira.


Jane laughed as well. Tomorrow we can try to go back in town for some more supplies. Does anyone know what's closest to here?"

Max nodded, then said, "Looking forward to it. Gotta love raiding a zombie infested town for stuff to survive!"

Kira said nothing, turning to the clear spot that Max and Malcolm had been heading to when they had found them.

Malcolm smirked and watched Kira. He followed her to the clearing. "Thanks for finding my sister," he said awkwardly.

Jane laughed a bit at Max's comment. "I feel like everyone here except for me is actually prepared to be here," she said, considering she knew nothing about guns and very little about knives.