The Simming Dead - RPG

Bree
"It's funny," I begin, not taking my eyes off his. "Without the apocalypse, you never would've even noticed a girl like me."
I brush a strand of hair from in front of my face and tuck it behind my ear.

Aaron paused for a second, before looking at his chest.
"I hate to admit it but that would be unfortunately true... It was a shame certain social groups prevented people from socialising with each other..." He remarked expressing his views.

Bree
"I don't think it's the groups though, more the people themselves," I say, laying my head back down. "I mean, what's to stop someone talking or hanging out with someone of another group?" I ask. I pause for a few moments, stopping myself from answering my own question.
Back at home, my friends and I would always be against the groups of kids that thought they were better than everyone else, but I try to refrain from saying anything now because I know Aaron was part of the 'popular' crew back in school.

(hey guys, its blue. I went to america for three weeks and TSD kinda slipped my mind :/ What's happening at the moment then?)

"In most cases it was the people in the groups that affected it; it was literally a hierarchy of groups, and even a hierarchy within the groups. Especially in mine was full of copy cats and attention wannabes, following the most popular weirdly," he commented blankly. "Me and Amy just fell into the group and were more of followers rather than leaders."


((And welcome back Blue! I can't remember where we were when you were last on, but we're at the Hilltop now since Jackson turned on us and we've discovered more mutated walkers and went on a mutated walker hunt where it all went terribly wrong and half of the group that went has been killed by the mutated walkers. The others are just doing whatever in the safe zone, jobs, socialising etc ;3))

Bree
I keep my head on his chest as I listen to what he's saying. I stay silent, occasionally nodding my head as he talks. I keep quiet for a few moments after he's finished speaking, before looking up at him with a smile and commenting, "that's high school for you."

(Yeah, last time I was on, we were in Jacksons jail. I've been catching up though, nearly read up to the correct point :3 Just gonna join in somewhere...)

Avery:

I sprawled out on my deck-chair, my head deep in a book, I had found here. The sun was out and I basked in its pleasant warmth happily.

Jaron:

Quiet. It was quiet. I was guarding the North wall and it had pretty much been quiet for the entirety of my shift. My eyes continued to scan my surroudings though, to no avail.

"And now it's all gone because of some flesh-eating, stupid undead things," he blabbed out with a slight chuckle, wondering to himself how so many people were infected in so little time.

Bree
"At least they didn't get all of us," I sigh thankfully, moving my hands to rest beside my head.
If you think about it, we're meeting others from all over SimNation. That must mean that there are still way more people out there that we don't know about.

"Of course they won't, survivors like me at too great to be turned into one of them," Aaron joked with a cocky smirk, chortling quickly afterwards.

Bree
I grin. "You are pretty nifty with a mace," I agree, remembering back to early this morning when we went out with Harl and Finn. Wow, that seems like ages ago!

( Hey. I'm so sorry about your Granddad Nigal! :[ R.I.P )
( So, anything happen? )

(Nope, we've hardly done any RPing. Bree and Aaron are just chatting )

( Okay. :]
RP? )

Paul:
"Okay, we should start cleaning up the camp and then, I don't know. Maybe we should get back to The Hilltop; I mean, we've already lost so many." I announce to everyone as we all step into the landing and begin to clean up the tattered and ruined camp we set up.

Lil:
"I for one would like to get back." I say while rubbing my ankle, skin hanged off, but, the bleeding had stopped. I didn;t want to look at it, but; I needed to see how bad it was.
"Ugh?" I grunt as I look at my wound. It looked so ugly...

Finn
"How's it feeling?" I ask, glancing up at Lil as I pack up supplies into our bags beside her.

(Question. How many should we kill or be left with after the war?)

Lil:
I look up at Finn. "It's not the worst wound I've ever had, but, it still hurts like crap." I respond to him while flopping to the ground and taking a bandage out of my backpack.
I wrap the bandages around my ankle and then lay back on the ground. "How're you feeling?" I ask him while rubbing the bandages over my wound.

( Maximum: 2, But, if you have many characters I'd recommend killin' off 3. )

(Okay! Thanks )

Finn
I shrug, glancing at the cuts on my arms and legs as I tie up the bag. "I'm not the one with the giant wound," I point out, the corners of my mouth turning up.
"I'm alright really, just a it shocked," I answer her question.

Lil:
"Idiot." I joke while playfully hitting his leg with the back of my hand. "Do you think that's all of'e-- I mean, do you think all the mutants we encountered today are the only mutants we haven't discovered?" I ask him.

Finn
"Do you want an honest opinion?" I ask, raising my eyebrow as I stand up. When she nods her head I sigh.
"Well...no, I don't. I reckon there are more, loads more," I say with a shiver.

Lil:
"You're probably right." I mutter to him. I looked around at the dead bodies scattered around camp. Something told me that this was only the beginning, and that we were in for a lot more.

Finn
"At least we know those ones though. We know what to expect," I point out. I pick up the rucksack and sling it over my shoulder. I glance around camp and see how everyone else is doing.

Harl went around most of the dead bodies, penetrating her machete through their heads to stop them from reanimating as walkers or probably even mutants. She closes her eyes as she does so, giving each person some respect to have died in this incident. She then glanced around at everyone else.
"Are we going to leave the bodies here?" she asked, realising the amount dead is probably more than who is alive.



Aaron chuckled at Bree.
"I was good at it wasn't I?" Aaron agreed jokingly with a grin. "You were doing some fine moves with that axe yourself, mind ya'."

Jacob
I glance down at the bodies as Harl talks. I look over to Jesus for his opinion, along with many other people in the group.

Bree
"Until I fell and got attacked by that walker, only to be saved by you," I say to him, moving forwards to kiss him on the cheek.

Aaron smirked.
"Of course, the brave knight always has to save the princess, isn't that how it goes?" he chuckled as he stared at Bree.