OPEN POST;

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OPEN RP POST ① Pick a character ② Pick a prompt (or DIY) (shamelessly and selectively pilfered from bakerstreet's Random Scenario Meme) ③ Do the thing!. table code by betterdolphin

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[wardedhands]

[ Tucker heads to the doorway on the opposite side of the room, hands shoved in his coat pockets ]

For the most part. Don't mind teaming up, though. It just works out that I'm mostly by myself.

[horrormovies]

[ Aha, one of those lone wolf types. She hasn't met one of those since the zombie apocalypse began; mostly because surviving out there by yourself is damn near impossible, she thinks. So, color her a little impressed but also a little skeptical. ]

Uh-huh. Soooo... Giant hordes of zombies aren't a problem for you by yourself, or--?

[wardedhands]

[ he glances back at her. ] I manage. It's easier not to get spotted when I'm alone.

[horrormovies]

[ She shrugs and tilts her head in consideration; that makes some sense, although Zoey has to wonder what this guy would do if they were in a tough spot. Would he just leave her for dead? ]

Fair enough, I guess.

[ As they walk through, she glances around, trying to find ammo or painkillers or anything else they might find useful. She stops at a shelf, peering through to check thoroughly. ]

Doesn't it get boring, though? I mean, I guess there are more important things to worry about in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, but--

[wardedhands]

I'm not exactly here to tell you my life story. You coming along or not?

[horrormovies]

[ She purses her lips, although it goes unseen the way her body is turned toward the shelf, and then grabs an adrenaline shot off of it. ]

--Oookay. No small talk. Got it.

[ Zoey hastens her steps to catch up and fall into Tucker's pace. ]

Guess we'll just enjoy the silence of each other's company or something.

[wardedhands]

[ Tucker just… sighs. ] Look, until this whole zombie thing happened, I lived on my own. I’m a loner. A recluse.

Fighting for our lives hasn’t exactly gotten me used to social niceties, yeah? So sorry if I’m not the most chatty guy around.

[horrormovies]

[ Zoey opens her mouth, ready to fire back with a feisty remark or something along those lines, but after a moment she just... closes it. Seeing as she's stuck with this guy for the foreseeable future, probably, it might not be a good idea to piss him off more. ]

Gotcha. Really, I do.

[ A beat.]

Sorry.

[wardedhands]

Don't worry about it. It's not like I've got it stamped on my forehead, yeah?

[horrormovies]

Pfft. Yeah, no kidding.

[ And then as though on cue, there are sounds of movement, and of trudging about just beyond where they are. A little bit of that trademark zombie groaning, too, if they listen closely enough. ]

That was quick.

[wardedhands]

[ Tucker frowns, edging towards the doorway leading to the rest of the building. From just beyond comes a rasping, hacking cough, and Tucker hisses out a curse. ]

Fuck those fucking things.

This is our only out. We gotta risk it.