[RPG] Apocalypse

Yuuki · Lioness of Casterly Rock **Woonplaats:** King's Landing

Avery Tanner

Ric decides the formation the group will use to enter the store. Avery frowns. It would be smarter to have a fighter at the back of the group, so the non-fighters (as Avery has designated them in her mind) in the middle will remain safe. The risk seems relatively low though, so she doesn't say anything - let Ric take the lead for a bit, it might be good for him.

She follows Daryl into the store, her eyes darting around for any signs of life. Or rather, undead. There's some fallen cans and other messes on the floor, but the store seems empty- no, she hears a squeak, and when they turn around a rack there's a bloody mess on the floor that seems like- oh. Cut up bodies. "Well, that does make you wanna throw up, doesn't it," she murmurs, before noticing that there's an actual person sitting there, covered in blood.

Immediately, Avery holds her knife in front of her, ready to attack whenever necessary, as Daryl harshly asks who the person is. But- oh God, it's a girl, begging please, please and Avery feels sick. She puts a hand on Daryl's arm. "It's just a kid, calm the hell down. It's just... it's just a kid." And a scrawny one at that. Avery can't be sure because of the goggles, but she'd put the girl at fifteen, maybe sixteen years tops. Not much of a threat, though Avery keeps an eye on that axe of her anyways. "She seems in shock," she says softly to Daryl. "Could be infected though, we can't tell with all that blood if she's got bite wounds somewhere." And then to the others: "Stay back for a bit, we don't want to crowd her. Get some food."

Avery puts her knife in her belt - still within hands reach, though - and takes a few steps forwards, watching the girl carefully, who's trying to get up. Avery almost wants to offer her a hand, but decides that would only spook her. Plus there's the matter of infection. "Honey," she says as gently as she can, "We don't want to hurt you, okay? We don't want to hurt you. We just need to make sure you're not infected."

Skywalker · Schoolhoofd

Ric Soto

Ric nods at Daryl's "don't let me down". He sees it as a sign of trust, so he'll take it. And then they move - Daryl up front, followed by Avery and Ric. The remaining people walk behind them. Ric's eyes dart from the people behind him to Daryl and back. He knows that Roxann still has her machine gun - it's not like their rear isn't covered. He's just not entirely sure if she'll actually do her best to save them if it should come to that. Then again, Ric figures he'll just have to trust her.

After a little bit, they reach a pool of blood and chopped off body-parts. Ric's heartbeat fastens up a bit. He looks around, wanting to find what did this. That doesn't take very long. A girl wearing bloody goggles and holding an equally as bloody axe comes into their view. Daryl immediately comes into action - he draws his weapon and demands to know who the girl is. In reaction to that, she jumps up and falls and starts crying and at that point, Ric has already lowered his pistol. She isn't a threat.

Avery tells Daryl to stand down. She tries to communicate with the girl. Ric nods at Avery's suggestion to stay back and get food. They're currently at the back of the store - there's not a lot of light shining through, and the bloody situation around them isn't exactly making anyone feel at ease. Ric keeps his hands where the bloody-goggled-girl can see them and he makes sure to make no sudden movements. Slowly, he steps back. "Come on, guys," he says softly. "Let's find a place to settle." His arm is starting to sting a little - he knows it has to be cleaned up soon.

Ric's not sure if the rest will follow, but they should. They should leave Avery and the girl alone so that Avery can win her trust. And Daryl should definitely leave that girl alone. He probably frightened her even more than she already was. After walking past a few isles, Ric chooses the soda-isle to stop. It's still at the back and they're still out of sight, but there's a considerable amount of light that has made its way there. Ric figures it's a good place to stay put for now. He drops his backpack to the floor and gingerly touches his arm with his hand. The sweater he tied around the wound is soaked with his own blood. He's sure that the cut isn't that deep - it doesn't hurt as much. But it's still an inconvenience.

He can't sit down. He's wondering if there are more zombies around. He very, very strongly doubts it because the store isn't that big and he's sure he would've heard something already. However, he wants to wait until the entire group has come together. They're still scattered and if he goes looking for zombies, he might accidentally shoot someone if they startle him. So he stays put and he runs his fingers over the bottles of soda.

Darren · Volleerd Tovenaar **Woonplaats:** Assiah.

Daryl's eyes widen when realization strikes him; it's a young girl. She's begging and pleading for him not to kill her. The shaking of his body makes the gun in his hands move hesitantly, the scenery making him sick to the stomach. It was impossible for someone like this to be a bad, brain-eating monster. It'd be plain wrong. He didn't want to believe she was infected because it would mean he'd have to kill. And not just kill someone. No, he'd have to kill a child.

Daryl shocks slightly when he feels Avery's hand on his shoulder. At this point he didn't need much to convince him it'd be better for him to put the gun away. As reaction to Avery's words he puts the weapon back in his belt, eyes still on the axe - or actually, the girl holding it. Disgusting.

The girl tries to run, falls and attempts to get up again. Daryl clears his throat, trying to snap out of his thoughts. Naively passes Avery and comes closer to yet another victim, a lost soul ready to join them. Or to die a young death. His face is blank. Slowly he drops to his knees, less than a feet away from her.

"Look,'' he says carefully, taking his gun again and laying it on the floor in front of him. Daryl's eyes are focussed on the girl during the whole process. "You scared me a bit, but I would never hurt you, alright?'' Except if you are infected. Daryl swallows. "Lay down your weapon. I can't do anything to you now, right? We just want to help you.''

Lana · Queen of Babylon **Woonplaats:** Shiz

As if the sight of the man with a gun wasn’t enough, another person shows up. A woman. With a knife. Lee’s eyes widen even more and she’s unable to make a sound, let alone say a word. The only thing she can see is the gun and the knife pointed at her. She slowly moves one step back, not completely understanding what is going on. Why are they just standing there? She could have been dead by now. Why is everyone holding up weapons while nothing happens?

She sees how the woman says something to the man and doesn’t trust it, even though she can’t hear what she has to say. Her extreme vigilance makes her jump a little when suddenly the woman seems to talk to others Lee can’t see. Her gaze wanders off for a second or two, and then she sees a couple of figures.

Lee follows every action of the woman without blinking her eyes: how she puts away her knife, how she takes a couple of steps forward – which results in Lee taking a few steps back – how she talks to her. Honey. Did she actually say honey? There’s actually someone talking to her. When was the last time Lee had someone do that? It must be months.

After hearing the woman’s words, she quickly looks at the man standing with them to see where he left his gun, to check if she’s lying. But he’d put the gun back in his belt and dropped to his knees right in front of her. Lee calms down a bit. Her eyes shoot back to his hand when he takes his gun again and lays it on the floor. He is crazy. He is só close, unarmed. I could chop his head off so easily if I wanted. And then he offers help.

They’re not here to hurt me, she repeats to herself in her head. Slowly she loosens the grip of her hands – her knuckles were completely white – and lowers her axe until the blade touches the floor, not letting go of it completely. She isn’t crazy, you know. With a shaky hand she pulls the goggles from her eyes and watches Avery and Daryl, in silence, still a bit suspicious.

“I- I- I am okay,” Lee manages to answer hoarsely after a couple of seconds. It felt weird to speak. “I’m not infected.” She is sure of it. Well, she’s not feeling ill, or – how are you supposed to feel when you got infected? In a rage? Hungry for blood? The sticky blood she’s covered in only made her feel disgusting. She was sure that she wasn’t bitten. But maybe she had some other fresh wounds from the fight. A tiny little cut could do the trick. She doesn’t feel any pain, though. But that could be because of the adrenalin rushing through her veins. But what if she was infected? When would she know? When would they know? What would they do? What if she was healthy but someone would kill her anyway, just to be sure?

Lee swallows, clearly getting restless again of her thoughts. She has to get out of here. Away from these people. “I- I don’t need help. I’ll leave. Take everything you want,” she says, like she is the owner of the store who’s being robbed. “I’ll just leave. Nothing happened. I just needed some food,” she repeats while she walks to the door.

Darren · Volleerd Tovenaar **Woonplaats:** Assiah.

Daryl's insides are cheering when they finally manage to have contact with the girl. Silently he follows how the axe hits the ground - not completely, but enough to convince him the most dangerous part is over. The goggles go off and a pretty face appears. There was a big difference between this girl and the teenagers he had seen before the virus began to spread; her eyes. They were beautiful but also betrayed the horrors she had seen. Judging from her eyes alone people would probably estimate her older than she actually is.

Daryl doesn't respond when she starts to claim she's okay. It surprises him that she's still trying to hide that she clearly isn't, but she probably didn't trust any of them. Did she even hear the broadcast message? Probably not. Daryl frowns slightly when she starts to make her way to the door and figures he really, really doesn't like the idea of her going out alone.

"My name is Daryl,'' he tells her, getting on his feet again. "This here is Avery. We're survivors, just like you.'' Explaining would probably give her more reason to stay. "We came here to get food, but found you instead.''

"If you go out there by yourself, you won't last longer than a few days.'' Daryl shifts, not sure if he's going to regret this. "If you join our group, we're stronger. We can protect you, but we need to make sure you're not infected.'' He exchanges a look with Avery. "Avery can do that,'' he murmurs.

"If you're not infected, you join our group. We can't promise that it will be easy, but it will be easier than your current situation. If it turns out you are infected..'' Okay, so nobody was going to like him for saying this, but there was no way in Hell he'd kill a child and it wasn't like she would actually accept the deal if her life was on the line. I mean, if she wanted to be dead she could've just walked outside and scream for them to come and get her. There's no doubt they would.

"We'll let you go.'' Daryl looks at the girl, all his attention focussed on her now. Even if Avery would disagree, he could deal with that later. "Whatever the outcome, you win.'' Sort of.

Yuuki · Lioness of Casterly Rock **Woonplaats:** King's Landing

Avery Tanner

Avery vaguely notices Ric leaving, but all her attention is focused on the girl before her. She watches with trepidation as Daryl drops his gun on the floor and kneels in front of the girl. Avery doesn't want to think about the girl as a potential threat, but she can't help it; if the girl is infected, she could easily kill him like this. Avery watches her closely.

Eventually, the girl pulls off her goggles, making her look a lot more human, and starts to speak. "I'm okay"? Seriously? This girl is definitely not okay, and she needs help, nevermind what's she saying to the contrary. Avery is not letting some fifteen year old girl go out there in that hell again, not without the protection of adults. Not without their protection, dammit. Though Avery hasn't entirely discounted the possibility of the girl being infected yet, her protective instincts are pretty much going in overdrive right now.

Avery is surprised when Daryl offers the girl to join their group. He hadn't seemed like the altruistic type, but maybe she underestimated him. And anyway, it's the right thing to do. This girl needs help, and Avery really wants to give it to her. "At least let me get you cleaned up," she insists. "There should be a bathroom in the apartment upstairs. It can't be pleasant, all that blood on you, can it?" She hesitates. "We're not going to hurt you," Avery repeats.

Lana · Queen of Babylon **Woonplaats:** Shiz

The moment the man starts to speak, Lee stops walking. She doesn’t turn around but listens carefully to what he – Daryl – has to say. She turns around quickly when Daryl says she only had days left on her own and stares at him with a warning glance.

“I’ve been on my own since the outbreak. I believe I might have lost track of time, but I guess it has been longer dan ‘a few days’,” Lee replies with a pretty intense tone. She realizes this might sound a bit arrogant, while she just wants people to not underestimate her. Fact is that the two corpses beside her were the first ones she killed fighting, but they don’t need to know. She looks down, a bit ashamed.

On the other hand Lee doesn’t believe the group will be stronger with her in it, believing the only thing she’d do is slowing them down. And by the looks of it, the group is pretty big.
“I don’t know,” she goes further with doubt, “we would draw too much attention. It is easier to hide when you’re alone.”

Lee keeps silent when Daryl isn’t particularly giving up. Does she need protection? Does she need help? Up until now, everything turned out okay, given the circumstances. Deep down she knows she could use help and protection, but she’s reluctant to admit it. Lee looks Daryl in the eye without blinking hers. It looks like she doesn’t have a choice. With a sigh she shakes her head, closing her eyes, having trouble to break with the lifestyle she took on months ago. She looks at Avery when she starts to speak.

“I can wash myself, thank you,” Lee replies with the same fierce tone she answered Daryl before. She wasn’t a child anymore, and certainly not in these circumstances. She looks down, ashamed again. They must think she was a spoiled little brat.
“But a shower would be nice, though,” she goes further, in a more friendly way, getting nauseous at the sight of all the blood.

Darren · Volleerd Tovenaar **Woonplaats:** Assiah.

Avery takes it from him and proposes to clean the girl. Daryl coughs in his fist, feeling a little awkward at the thought of naked women. Naturally he'd skip out on that part. Zombies or no zombies: ladies had to be treated with respect.

He notices how the girl, who had just seem like nothing more but a lost and confused victim, speaks with determination. It's true that they would draw more attention with a big group, but there was no certainty that they would stay in this number. It was more realistic to believe they wouldn't. In fact, many of them would probably get infected and finished off by the same group members. But truth was also that their chances of surviving this was bigger as long as they stuck together and even though it was naive to trust random strangers, it was better than fighting monsters while anxiously waiting for the moment they'd make you one of them. Because that'd be worse than dying - being one of them.

"We can't let you out of sight,'' he replies pragmatic. "Avery needs to stay with you so she can check your body on bite marks.'' What if she was infected and she found a way to contact the other living dead? It'd be so easy to betray their hiding places. Right now it was impossible to determine how much smarter they had become. The situation was getting worse.

Daryl manages to grin slightly. "Besides, it seems to me that you haven't lost your will to fight. It'd be a waste for you to go in there and die.'' And you're too young. "You don't have to trust us, but remember that I just put my life on the line to show you we're not one of them.''

Lana · Queen of Babylon **Woonplaats:** Shiz

With a slightly irritated look Lee watches Daryl. This wasn’t a pleasant situation, but it has to happen. She understands that Avery needs to do a check on her – she is glad Daryl suggests she’d do it and takes it a sign of respect. Take no risks. Lee would do the same. She looks down when Daryl reminds her of how he went on his knees to win her trust: she might as well have swung the axe at him. He certainly knew how to make her feel ungrateful.

“OK. OK. I’ll do it. On one condition: she stays out while I shower. There’s probably no chance to escape from a bathroom, in case you’re afraid I might do that. When I’m clean, she can come in to check,” Lee demands with a look on Avery. Lee wasn’t a prude: she had showered numerous times with others from the gymnastics club, but it is the current situation that makes things awkward, and although she’d been on her own for months, she needed some time alone after this. Even if it is only ten minutes.

“Oh. And I take my axe with me,” she continues. “If something happens to her, I want to be able to defend myself. Deal?” If they could have demands, she could too.

Yuuki · Lioness of Casterly Rock **Woonplaats:** King's Landing

Avery Tanner

The girl seems reluctant to accept their help, even giving the excuse that they'd draw too much attention together. "It may be easier to hide when you're alone, but when you're in a group, you can guard each other's backs and take care of the threat head-on. Beats being alone, in my opinion," Avery shrugs. She's not going to push the point any more, though. For now.

Especially because the girl is pretty intent on not being treated like a kid. Avery has to give her praise for that, even though at the same time it also makes her feel uneasy. So when Daryl and the girl hammer out a deal Avery doesn't say anything, just watches until the girl agrees.

"That's fine with me," Avery replies to the girl's requirement. She'd feel extremely awkward anyway, if she had to actually watch the girl shower. "Same with the weapon - going anywhere without protection would be incredibly foolish." Though Avery is still going to keep an eye out so the girl won't use the axe on her.

"The stairs to the apartments upstairs are probably behind the counters. Let's go," Avery says, nodding towards the back of the shop. "Though I'd like to get your name, first. Daryl and I already shared ours, after all."

OOC: awkward post is awkward D:

Lana · Queen of Babylon **Woonplaats:** Shiz

Lee reacts with a determined nod when Avery agrees with her. Careful to not hit any others, she lifts up her axe again while Avery asks for her name. It’s true, they’d told her their names, but Lee hadn’t thought of introducing herself at all. Normally she wouldn't forget something like this.

“It’s Lee. Just Lee,” she says mechanically, “it’s no short for something. My parents didn’t like –,” Lee hesitates a fraction of a second. “My parents don’t like long or difficult names. The shorter, the better.” Frowning deeply she thinks of her parents, after which she shakes her head weakly. It doesn’t matter anymore. They are dead, and she should move on instead of slowing this group of people down.

So Lee pushes away her thoughts and even manages to smile shortly, though she doesn’t feel like doing so. When overlooking the rest of the group, she feels a bit uncomfortable, trying not to think about what the others would think of her slowing them down and joining the group.

“Well, let’s get this over with,” she says fast and determined, after which she walks to the back of the shop, leaving the pool of blood and bodies behind her as fast as possible, not being able to look at it ever again. Not that she needed a reminder: everything was engraved in her memory. She shudders involuntary and reaches for the door knob.

Sjar · Citizen of the World **Woonplaats:** At ALL the parties.

What happens next, happens fast enough, thankfully. Some girl with a machine gun speaks almost immediately. She says he has a car and Vanessa nods. That should fit all of them. The rest of the group also gets a move on. Some younger looking guy has a motorcycle and instructs Vanessa to lead them to the place she has in mind. Again Vanessa nods. Everybody seems to find their place quickly enough and apparently a guy named Nick, has decided to join Vanessa in her car. "Vanessa," she says curtly. They did not have time for introductions. Before they leave, a woman directs her attention to Vanessa and tells her they should scavenge a store nearby. Vanessa isn't entirely excited about the idea of staying in this zombie-infested area, but she's right. They need supplies to survive. "Alright, let's move! I can lead everyone afterwards," she replies quickly.

[...]

A couple of blocks further the young man on the motorcycle stops and Vanessa follows in one smooth motion. Her driving skills had improved significantly now she did nothing else. Guarded, she looks around before turning off the engine. One the one hand, leaving the engine running was smart - she could get away immediately - but on the other, it would waste petrol. In this scenario, seemingly a fairly zombie-free zone, for now, saving petrol was the better choice. She leaves the keys in the ignition though and grabs her guns.

The youngest kid of the group, as far as Vanessa can tell, takes the lead. He decides on how the group should go in. She isn't sure, this is the correct formation, but she cannot judge, because she doesn't know who can shoot and fight and whatnot. "Vanessa," she says, as the guy refers to her as 'you'. She picks up some of the other names out of the formation as well, which are somewhat useful. Anxiously, she looks around and decides to stay right at the end of the group. They all seemed younger than her, and that meant she was responsible for protecting them. Whilst following, her eyes dart around the store and towards the entrance behind her over and over again. She stops when she hears a squeak. Immediately her guns are up. She's not sure where the sound came from, but she ought to be prepared.

Nothing happens until they come across two chopped up bodies. Vanessa instinctively puts the back of her hand up to her mouth. She was used to a lot these days, and her study to become a science teacher, included a lot of animal dissecting, but you just didn't expect something to be chopped up like packed meat. She doesn't have much time to digest this, because it seems something is moving and it is wearing goggles? Just like the rest, Vanessa points her weapons towards the 'thing', which turns out to be a girl covered in blood. She yells and tries to get away, but slips and falls hard onto the floor. Sh*t, that is messed up. Before her own protective instinct can take over, Avery takes charge. She calms everyone down and instructs the group to get back and get food. Vanessa is annoyed, because she could probably help the girl better than any of them, but they didn't know her and they wouldn't listen to her, so she decides to bite her tongue and move back and take charge there instead.

Maybe it was the fact that she was used to being the leader (teacher) of a large group, or maybe she just wanted to be useful, but she decides to speak. "We need to move quick and efficiently, so we can get out as soon as the girl has calmed down enough." she says. She grabs a trolley nearby and rolls it towards Roxann. "Fill it up with as much canned and dried food as possible. We also need as much water as we can possibly carry for cooking and drinking." she says, determined to the group. "Anything else such as bandages, medicine and lighters or matches are important too. Anything useful that will last basically. When it's full, me and Nick, will go out there and fill the trunk of the cars to the rim, while you guys fill up a new trolley. We will come back and help again. Repeat, until nothing useful is left or we run out of time. You" she points at Ric, "Take guard at the door. If anything happens, let us know." Without wasting any more time, she starts to grab anything canned from the shelves she can find and throws it into the trolley.

Yuuki · Lioness of Casterly Rock **Woonplaats:** King's Landing

Avery Tanner

Avery has to stop herself from frowning when the girl lifts up her axe again. She can't get over how unnatural it looks, though she feels a bit ridiculous for feeling that way about it. They all need to do things they rather wouldn't do - this should be no different. Hell, if the girl turns out to be infected, worse things are going to happen than a girl holding up an axe. The weight of the sword on her back usually feels comforting, as it reminds her that she has a weapon and can fight back, but right now it just feels heavy and smothering.

At the girl's - no, Lee's - mention of her parents, Avery wonders if they're dead. It seems pretty damn likely, and for a moment her heart aches for Lee. Avery lets that emotion course through her for a bit, lets it fuel her anger towards the zombies so that with later confrontations, she'll be able to call on that anger. Then she simply follows Lee to the back.

Once there, they move behind the counters. Lee reaches for the door, but then stops and shudders. Avery wonders if she should say something, but instead she gently opens the door herself without making any comment. She doesn't want to make Lee feel even more self-concious.

Avery now moves in front of Lee, walking up the stairs and being keenly aware that she has her back turned towards Lee now. Soon, they enter an abandoned apartment; after looking around, Lee identifies the bathroom, checks inside - just to be sure - and then turns to Lee. "Well, here you go."

Skywalker · Schoolhoofd

Ric Soto

This is just beautiful. Avery and Daryl are with the bloody, terrified new girl and he's here, staring at rows upon rows of soda and other drinks. He's just about to go look for the others (Roxann, Vanessa, Nick and Anne) are hanging around when Vanessa marches up, closely followed by the rest of the gang. Without further ado she starts talking in a clear and commanding voice. She assigns everyone tasks, tells them what to do and when to do them. When she's done talking, she puts force behind her words by grabbing stuff and throwing them in the trolley.

Ric doesn't move - he stares at her with his eyebrows raised. So, okay: first, Avery tells him what to and he listened because it was Avery and well, he didn't have any business sitting around that new girl. He's annoyed about it, sure, but he could see when he wasn't needed so he left. Now, this other person tells him where to stand and what to do, as if he is her soldier. As if she has authority over him. Ric feels a familiar feeling wash through him: raw anger that makes him clench his jaws and make fists of his hands. They are calling the shots and he is supposed to follow their orders?

Yes.

He wants to tell her no; to tell her that he's not going to be bossed around by anyone. And yet, she's right. Her plan is a good one. So he tries to breathe and he forces out: "On it." He turns around at once and strides to the door in big steps. Once there, he draws his weapons and positions himself so that he has a clear view of everything outside. Irritated, he heaves a sigh. Why don't they take him seriously? Because he's younger? He'll show them. He'll show them that he is worthy of being a leader; that they can trust him, even if he isn't that old yet. This war aged everyone.

He quietly curses in Spanish but keeps reminding himself to keep a steady head. He keeps reminding himself that he is supposed to let this kind of fury just slip away, that he is supposed to leave it for the Infected, not for anyone else. His gun is clenched in his hand - he seems to be unable to loosen his grip, to relax his muscles. Get a grip.

Lana · Queen of Babylon **Woonplaats:** Shiz

In silence Lee follows Avery up the stairs and enters behind her in one if the apartments, still alert and looking around twice every time they change corridors.
She nods in that same determined way to Avery, acting braver than she feels, and enters the bathroom. She hesitates for a moment, but decides to lock the door, just to be sure no one or nothing could enter and surprise her without kicking down the door.

She turns around and is struck by the sight of how inhabited this place looks, like someone lives here but simply wasn’t at home. Everything was still in it’s place; toothbrushes, soap, towels – hell, there were even some toys. Trying not to think of what happened to the apparently young family that lived here – Lee hoped they had more luck than hers – she walks to the mirror and is horrified by the girl that is looking at her. She barely recognizes herself. After a short look at her blooded axe, she throws it at the floor and bends over to the sink, quickly washing most of the blood of her face – she’s not even surprised there is running water available. Then she rushes to the shower, taking her axe in with her. Lee doesn’t even bother taking off her clothes – backpack excluded – before she lets the water, which is still cold, run over her. She had to get rid of it. Right. Now. She closes her eyes after witnessing how much blood gets washed away into the drain.

Five minutes long she’s standing there, on the edge of a nervous breakdown, not being able to do something else but think about what just happened and what might happen if she got infected. She could always use the axe on herself. Slowly she takes off all of her clothes, dropping them at her feet, and starts to scrub her entire body, rather violently. At last she washes her hair, four times.

Only now she dares to take a good look at herself and starts to check her body for little wounds she might not have felt. Nothing. She jumps out of the shower, checking again, checking twice, with help from the mirror. Nothing. Lee is a bit relieved – although she had to wait for Avery’s judgment – and checks her face again. She still doesn’t recognize herself, but at least she is clean now. She grabs a towel and wraps it around her, looking at the door.

“I’m- I’m ready!” she says hoarsely after opening the door so Avery can enter, still holding the towel tightly around her body. Lee looks at her, trying to read in her eyes what she might be thinking. There was still a chance Avery would see something she had overlooked.

“If you find something… You’ll kill me. Right?” she asks Avery, trying to sound like she doesn’t care. But the tears filling her eyes give away her fear. She looks away. It was a stupid question. Off course she’d do that, even if Daryl said he wouldn’t. In a fraction of a second, she visualises how Avery would stab her, or how Daryl would take her down. She even hears an imaginary gunshot. Lee shivers, afraid of the pain she might feel. “Please promise me you’ll let me live and leave me,” she whispers, thinking it would be easier to die when she would be completely zombified.

And then, without waiting for a response and without any warning, she drops the towel: this just had to be done. Quickly.

[RPG] Apocalypse

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