So, I started the roleplay and it's doing well so far. I made a post today that I'm pleased with.
Kim stood violently, throwing the chair to the floor. She only had two packs of cigarettes left, aside from her open one, and she didn't have any idea how long this parade would last, so she made a pact to only smoke one in a 6-hour window. It killed her to not smoke when she was nervous, and nervous was quite an understatement for the turmoil inside her at the moment. It had been almost an hour since Michael had called her again to tell her they'd boarded up the Academy from the things as well as panic-ridden mobs. Thankfully, the small group of 6 all hid in the gun locker room, an impenetrable metal room they kept the guns in at night. Turns out, the morning manager was a bit insane and talked about the apocalypse constantly, and had taken the liberty of stocking up enough MREs, water, and other supplies to last months. He was in the middle of explaining when she heard gunshots.
"What was that?"
"Oh, just someone outside, it's nothing." He claimed. A woman screamed something about a break from the background.
"Michael, what's going on?!" Kim demanded, fear rising in her voice.
"It's nothing, babe, just someone outside--"
"They're in! Damn it, get off the phone and shoot!" A man's voice hollered.
"I gotta go babe, I love you."
Click.
"Michael?!"
Kim moved over to the balcony once more and glanced down in the street. A few people still mingled about, ready to party. St. Patrick's weekend was just in three days and the tourists already began to arrive.
"Too bad it's to this hellhole..."
She wasn't paying attention to anyone really until she spotted her. The woman seemed dazed as she stumbled out into Bourbon Street from St. Louis Street. This would have been normal, due to the mass amounts of alcohol available but something seemed strangely off as she glanced back and forth, back and forth. The woman's blonde hair was messy and dirty and her cheeks were painted with a muddy-looking substance. Her dress was tattered and stained with what appeared to be something..brown? Kim shifted and looked closer, trying to figure out what was wrong with the stumbling woman when she realized it. A zombie. Before Kim could gasp or back up out of shock, the woman zoned in on what was around her and lunged for the nearest party-goer. The petite black-haired girl, no older than 16, cried out from the shock of being attacked. It took her a second to realize the creature was tearing into her flesh. Her cry turned into a wail that echoed into the sky. People stopped to see what was happening. A man shoved the crazed woman off and helped the bleeding girl up. He asked her something and the zombie regained balance before leaping onto her new target. The girl backed away, terrified of the scene. Kim blinked and the woman was on a new target, a cop that was addressing the fight. The first man writhed on the cobble street, twitching and kicking.
It wasn't until Kim had closed the balcony doors, locked them, and re-lived what she'd just witnessed--that she knew how messed up the really situation was.
