Daydreamer.

Closed RP for

@ceciisanass !

“Fuck.”

Bryce mumbled under his breath and hastily ran behind a wall.

He glanced down at his weapon which only had a clip left. “Ain’t that just great. Right when there’s a horde up my ass!” Bryce scoffed as he pushed off the wall and started to run. “There should be a safe room nearby…” He huffed out as he ran off to find one. Luckily, Bryce was right, he turned a corner and there’s a safe room right before him.

“Oh thank God. A safe room all to myself!” Bryce hurried on over.

A small click noise appeared behind the tired Bryce.

“Don’t y-you dare move! I-I’ll Shoot!” The young man attempted to threaten the other out of the sudden appearance. The man shook in fear as he clutched the pistol in his sweaty hand which made the gun hard to hold.

Bryce had immediately stopped in his tracks.

Is this guy really going to do this…. at a time like THIS?

“You got to me fucking kidding me…” Bryce lowered his gun to the side of his leg while he stood there for a mere moment.

“Are you really going to interrogate me when those bastards are on our asses?”

The male turned his head around slightly to see the hoard of running zombies.

He groaned loudly as his eyebrows furrowed, “FUCK. Fine, go. Get in the bloody safe room!” He shouted at the other as he started to shoot at some of the infected while backing away slowly, to let the older male get to safety.

Bryce immediately bolted to the door. Luckily this safe room was untouched, he hastily stepped in, but hesitated to close the door. He glanced at the other male who’s busy shooting at infected, “Hurry your ass up! Are you coming or not?” he yelled while he started to shoot at some infected with his magnum. Giving the other male some time to quickly get to the safe room.

This guy literally threatened him with a gun. Why is he helping him?

Tyler turned around to look at the man for a moment. He then sped his way to the safe room door, which he grabbed and slammed shut once he entered it before calling out to the other, “Give me that chair!” He commanded as one hand held the door and the other was reached out, waiting for the chair in the little room to be given to him.

“Ah, right-” Bryce quickly grabbed the chair and handed it over to the other. Then he swiftly helped to bolt the door shut. When it’s finally bolted up he immediately walked over to a wall to catch his breath. He panted, wiping blood off his face. He feels like he could pass out any second now.

Momentarily, he spoke up, “Who the fuck are you?” he huffed out.

Tyler ignored the question for a bit to search a couple of places in the safe room, like the draws and tables, only to find ammo and guns. He then gave in and answered shortly, “Tyler, you?” And then he leaned against the wall to flop down to the floor with a groan.

Bryce gave him a shabby glare, then heavily exhaled. “Bryce.”

He leaned against the wall while he crossed his arms, still regaining his breath. Shortly, he walked over to the ammo stock pile and reloaded his gun. He glanced back at Tyler who’s sitting on the floor, he’s the first person to see in a while.

He’s kinda glad he has found someone alive, but still pissed at him for pulling a gun at him…

Tyler was looking down at the floor, fumbling with his scarf that he had taken off. He seemed to be concentrating on something but who knows what happens in Tyler’s head. He then sighed and simply said “Sorry.” Before falling silent and fumbling with his scarf even more, almost as if he’s nervous.

Bryce noticed he’s being a little too harsh to him; he softly sighed as he sets his gun aside. “…It’s alright. I understand that you were scared.” He spoke out while leaning against the table, watching Tyler fumble with his scarf.

Tyler found a string sticking out of his scarf. It seemed to bug him a little for some reason so he got it to wrap around his finger. Then he pulled until the string snapped. He still was really quiet and nervous and didn’t know what to tell the stranger. He decided to keep his mouth shut.

Bryce stared at Tyler for a moment before turning away. He doesn’t expect Tyler to trust a stranger like him at first. He’s looking at the door now, watching the infected scratch at the door, desperately trying to get in. He quietly groaned at the sight of them. He also noticed it was getting late, probably best to stay here for the night…

Bryce reached into his bag and pulled his pack of cigarettes out. He counted the few that was left; sighing, he grabbed one and sets one into his mouth. He lights it up and takes a long drag before exhaling it out. Turning his head away, lost in thought now.

Once Tyler was pleased with the look of his scarf he popped it back on over his head before looking at the Smoking man. He stared at it, for a while. He looked at the smoke, the cigarette, then Bryce himself. Tyler observed almost every detail of Bryce and his looks. Once he was done he hugged himself to get comfy. He glanced back at the door with the moaning infected. He also observed their looks before telling himself, “Disgusting..” As he looked back at the floor.

He shuffled his feet, wishing he had beer with him. It would have made up his mood and he possibly would of gave Bryce one if he really didn’t care at this point. But he didn’t have it which made him growl at himself in shame.

#forsakentyler #sleep boye

Bryce took his last drag before he put it out onto the table. He turned to look at Tyler, “You can rest, I’ll keep watch out.” He sat up on top of the table as he grabbed his gun and rested it on his lap.

“... You’ll be fine. You can trust me. You should get some rest.” That is all Bryce said before he turned away.

Closed RP for

@ceciisanass !

“Fuck.”

Bryce mumbled under his breath and hastily ran behind a wall.

He glanced down at his weapon which only had a clip left. “Ain’t that just great. Right when there’s a horde up my ass!” Bryce scoffed as he pushed off the wall and started to run. “There should be a safe room nearby…” He huffed out as he ran off to find one. Luckily, Bryce was right, he turned a corner and there’s a safe room right before him.

“Oh thank God. A safe room all to myself!” Bryce hurried on over.

A small click noise appeared behind the tired Bryce.

“Don’t y-you dare move! I-I’ll Shoot!” The young man attempted to threaten the other out of the sudden appearance. The man shook in fear as he clutched the pistol in his sweaty hand which made the gun hard to hold.

Bryce had immediately stopped in his tracks.

Is this guy really going to do this…. at a time like THIS?

“You got to me fucking kidding me…” Bryce lowered his gun to the side of his leg while he stood there for a mere moment.

“Are you really going to interrogate me when those bastards are on our asses?”

The male turned his head around slightly to see the hoard of running zombies.

He groaned loudly as his eyebrows furrowed, “FUCK. Fine, go. Get in the bloody safe room!” He shouted at the other as he started to shoot at some of the infected while backing away slowly, to let the older male get to safety.

Bryce immediately bolted to the door. Luckily this safe room was untouched, he hastily stepped in, but hesitated to close the door. He glanced at the other male who’s busy shooting at infected, “Hurry your ass up! Are you coming or not?” he yelled while he started to shoot at some infected with his magnum. Giving the other male some time to quickly get to the safe room.

This guy literally threatened him with a gun. Why is he helping him?

Tyler turned around to look at the man for a moment. He then sped his way to the safe room door, which he grabbed and slammed shut once he entered it before calling out to the other, “Give me that chair!” He commanded as one hand held the door and the other was reached out, waiting for the chair in the little room to be given to him.

“Ah, right-” Bryce quickly grabbed the chair and handed it over to the other. Then he swiftly helped to bolt the door shut. When it’s finally bolted up he immediately walked over to a wall to catch his breath. He panted, wiping blood off his face. He feels like he could pass out any second now.

Momentarily, he spoke up, “Who the fuck are you?” he huffed out.

Tyler ignored the question for a bit to search a couple of places in the safe room, like the draws and tables, only to find ammo and guns. He then gave in and answered shortly, “Tyler, you?” And then he leaned against the wall to flop down to the floor with a groan.

Bryce gave him a shabby glare, then heavily exhaled. “Bryce.”

He leaned against the wall while he crossed his arms, still regaining his breath. Shortly, he walked over to the ammo stock pile and reloaded his gun. He glanced back at Tyler who’s sitting on the floor, he’s the first person to see in a while.

He’s kinda glad he has found someone alive, but still pissed at him for pulling a gun at him…

Tyler was looking down at the floor, fumbling with his scarf that he had taken off. He seemed to be concentrating on something but who knows what happens in Tyler’s head. He then sighed and simply said “Sorry.” Before falling silent and fumbling with his scarf even more, almost as if he’s nervous.

Bryce noticed he’s being a little too harsh to him; he softly sighed as he sets his gun aside. “…It’s alright. I understand that you were scared.” He spoke out while leaning against the table, watching Tyler fumble with his scarf.

Tyler found a string sticking out of his scarf. It seemed to bug him a little for some reason so he got it to wrap around his finger. Then he pulled until the string snapped. He still was really quiet and nervous and didn’t know what to tell the stranger. He decided to keep his mouth shut.

Bryce stared at Tyler for a moment before turning away. He doesn’t expect Tyler to trust a stranger like him at first. He’s looking at the door now, watching the infected scratch at the door, desperately trying to get in. He quietly groaned at the sight of them. He also noticed it was getting late, probably best to stay here for the night...

Bryce reached into his bag and pulled his pack of cigarettes out. He counted the few that was left; sighing, he grabbed one and sets one into his mouth. He lights it up and takes a long drag before exhaling it out. Turning his head away, lost in thought now.

#forsakentyler

Closed RP for

@ceciisanass !

“Fuck.”

Bryce mumbled under his breath and hastily ran behind a wall.

He glanced down at his weapon which only had a clip left. “Ain’t that just great. Right when there’s a horde up my ass!” Bryce scoffed as he pushed off the wall and started to run. “There should be a safe room nearby…” He huffed out as he ran off to find one. Luckily, Bryce was right, he turned a corner and there’s a safe room right before him.

“Oh thank God. A safe room all to myself!” Bryce hurried on over.

A small click noise appeared behind the tired Bryce.

“Don’t y-you dare move! I-I’ll Shoot!” The young man attempted to threaten the other out of the sudden appearance. The man shook in fear as he clutched the pistol in his sweaty hand which made the gun hard to hold.

Bryce had immediately stopped in his tracks.

Is this guy really going to do this…. at a time like THIS?

“You got to me fucking kidding me…” Bryce lowered his gun to the side of his leg while he stood there for a mere moment.

“Are you really going to interrogate me when those bastards are on our asses?”

The male turned his head around slightly to see the hoard of running zombies.

He groaned loudly as his eyebrows furrowed, “FUCK. Fine, go. Get in the bloody safe room!” He shouted at the other as he started to shoot at some of the infected while backing away slowly, to let the older male get to safety.

Bryce immediately bolted to the door. Luckily this safe room was untouched, he hastily stepped in, but hesitated to close the door. He glanced at the other male who’s busy shooting at infected, “Hurry your ass up! Are you coming or not?” he yelled while he started to shoot at some infected with his magnum. Giving the other male some time to quickly get to the safe room.

This guy literally threatened him with a gun. Why is he helping him?

Tyler turned around to look at the man for a moment. He then sped his way to the safe room door, which he grabbed and slammed shut once he entered it before calling out to the other, “Give me that chair!” He commanded as one hand held the door and the other was reached out, waiting for the chair in the little room to be given to him.

“Ah, right-” Bryce quickly grabbed the chair and handed it over to the other. Then he swiftly helped to bolt the door shut. When it’s finally bolted up he immediately walked over to a wall to catch his breath. He panted, wiping blood off his face. He feels like he could pass out any second now.

Momentarily, he spoke up, “Who the fuck are you?” he huffed out.

Tyler ignored the question for a bit to search a couple of places in the safe room, like the draws and tables, only to find ammo and guns. He then gave in and answered shortly, “Tyler, you?” And then he leaned against the wall to flop down to the floor with a groan.

Bryce gave him a shabby glare, then heavily exhaled. “Bryce.”

He leaned against the wall while he crossed his arms, still regaining his breath. Shortly, he walked over to the ammo stock pile and reloaded his gun. He glanced back at Tyler who’s sitting on the floor, he’s the first person to see in a while.

He’s kinda glad he has found someone alive, but still pissed at him for pulling a gun at him…

Tyler was looking down at the floor, fumbling with his scarf that he had taken off. He seemed to be concentrating on something but who knows what happens in Tyler’s head. He then sighed and simply said “Sorry.” Before falling silent and fumbling with his scarf even more, almost as if he’s nervous.

Bryce noticed he’s being a little too harsh to him; he softly sighed as he sets his gun aside. “...It’s alright. I understand that you were scared.” He spoke out while leaning against the table, watching Tyler fumble with his scarf.

#forsakentyler

Closed RP for

@ceciisanass !

“Fuck.”

Bryce mumbled under his breath and hastily ran behind a wall.

He glanced down at his weapon which only had a clip left. “Ain’t that just great. Right when there’s a horde up my ass!” Bryce scoffed as he pushed off the wall and started to run. “There should be a safe room nearby…” He huffed out as he ran off to find one. Luckily, Bryce was right, he turned a corner and there’s a safe room right before him.

“Oh thank God. A safe room all to myself!” Bryce hurried on over.

A small click noise appeared behind the tired Bryce.

“Don’t y-you dare move! I-I’ll Shoot!” The young man attempted to threaten the other out of the sudden appearance. The man shook in fear as he clutched the pistol in his sweaty hand which made the gun hard to hold.

Bryce had immediately stopped in his tracks.

Is this guy really going to do this…. at a time like THIS?

“You got to me fucking kidding me…” Bryce lowered his gun to the side of his leg while he stood there for a mere moment.

“Are you really going to interrogate me when those bastards are on our asses?”

The male turned his head around slightly to see the hoard of running zombies.

He groaned loudly as his eyebrows furrowed, “FUCK. Fine, go. Get in the bloody safe room!” He shouted at the other as he started to shoot at some of the infected while backing away slowly, to let the older male get to safety.

Bryce immediately bolted to the door. Luckily this safe room was untouched, he hastily stepped in, but hesitated to close the door. He glanced at the other male who’s busy shooting at infected, “Hurry your ass up! Are you coming or not?” he yelled while he started to shoot at some infected with his magnum. Giving the other male some time to quickly get to the safe room.

This guy literally threatened him with a gun. Why is he helping him?

Tyler turned around to look at the man for a moment. He then sped his way to the safe room door, which he grabbed and slammed shut once he entered it before calling out to the other, “Give me that chair!” He commanded as one hand held the door and the other was reached out, waiting for the chair in the little room to be given to him.

“Ah, right-” Bryce quickly grabbed the chair and handed it over to the other. Then he swiftly helped to bolt the door shut. When it’s finally bolted up he immediately walked over to a wall to catch his breath. He panted, wiping blood off his face. He feels like he could pass out any second now.

Momentarily, he spoke up, “Who the fuck are you?” he huffed out.

Tyler ignored the question for a bit to search a couple of places in the safe room, like the draws and tables, only to find ammo and guns. He then gave in and answered shortly, “Tyler, you?” And then he leaned against the wall to flop down to the floor with a groan.

Bryce gave him a shabby glare, then heavily exhaled. “Bryce.”

He leaned against the wall while he crossed his arms, still regaining his breath. Shortly, he walked over to the ammo stock pile and reloaded his gun. He glanced back at Tyler who’s sitting on the floor, he’s the first person to see in a while.

He’s kinda glad he has found someone alive, but still pissed at him for pulling a gun at him...

#forsakentyler

Closed RP for

@ceciisanass !

“Fuck.”

Bryce mumbled under his breath and hastily ran behind a wall.

He glanced down at his weapon which only had a clip left. “Ain’t that just great. Right when there’s a horde up my ass!” Bryce scoffed as he pushed off the wall and started to run. “There should be a safe room nearby…” He huffed out as he ran off to find one. Luckily, Bryce was right, he turned a corner and there’s a safe room right before him.

“Oh thank God. A safe room all to myself!” Bryce hurried on over.

A small click noise appeared behind the tired Bryce.

“Don’t y-you dare move! I-I’ll Shoot!” The young man attempted to threaten the other out of the sudden appearance. The man shook in fear as he clutched the pistol in his sweaty hand which made the gun hard to hold.

Bryce had immediately stopped in his tracks.

Is this guy really going to do this…. at a time like THIS?

“You got to me fucking kidding me…” Bryce lowered his gun to the side of his leg while he stood there for a mere moment.

“Are you really going to interrogate me when those bastards are on our asses?”

The male turned his head around slightly to see the hoard of running zombies.

He groaned loudly as his eyebrows furrowed, “FUCK. Fine, go. Get in the bloody safe room!” He shouted at the other as he started to shoot at some of the infected while backing away slowly, to let the older male get to safety.

Bryce immediately bolted to the door. Luckily this safe room was untouched, he hastily stepped in, but hesitated to close the door. He glanced at the other male who’s busy shooting at infected, “Hurry your ass up! Are you coming or not?” he yelled while he started to shoot at some infected with his magnum. Giving the other male some time to quickly get to the safe room.

This guy literally threatened him with a gun. Why is he helping him?

Tyler turned around to look at the man for a moment. He then sped his way to the safe room door, which he grabbed and slammed shut once he entered it before calling out to the other, “Give me that chair!” He commanded as one hand held the door and the other was reached out, waiting for the chair in the little room to be given to him.

“Ah, right-” Bryce quickly grabbed the chair and handed it over to the other. Then he swiftly helped to bolt the door shut. When it’s finally bolted up he immediately walked over to a wall to catch his breath. He panted, wiping blood off his face. He feels like he could pass out any second now.

Momentarily, he spoke up, “Who the fuck are you?” he huffed out.

An anthropomorphic lizard girl is staring at Bryce from the distance.

Bryce took a long drag from his cigarette then exhaled it out. He suddenly had a tingling sensation, like he’s being watched? He glanced around; sapphire eyes scouting the area.

He thought he was alone…

#anonymous!

Closed RP for

@ceciisanass !

“Fuck.”

Bryce mumbled under his breath and hastily ran behind a wall.

He glanced down at his weapon which only had a clip left. “Ain’t that just great. Right when there’s a horde up my ass!” Bryce scoffed as he pushed off the wall and started to run. “There should be a safe room nearby…” He huffed out as he ran off to find one. Luckily, Bryce was right, he turned a corner and there’s a safe room right before him.

“Oh thank God. A safe room all to myself!” Bryce hurried on over.

A small click noise appeared behind the tired Bryce.

“Don’t y-you dare move! I-I’ll Shoot!” The young man attempted to threaten the other out of the sudden appearance. The man shook in fear as he clutched the pistol in his sweaty hand which made the gun hard to hold.

Bryce had immediately stopped in his tracks.

Is this guy really going to do this…. at a time like THIS?

“You got to me fucking kidding me…” Bryce lowered his gun to the side of his leg while he stood there for a mere moment.

“Are you really going to interrogate me when those bastards are on our asses?”

The male turned his head around slightly to see the hoard of running zombies.

He groaned loudly as his eyebrows furrowed, “FUCK. Fine, go. Get in the bloody safe room!” He shouted at the other as he started to shoot at some of the infected while backing away slowly, to let the older male get to safety.