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[lingeringfool]

Raven & Joshua || The world may end with them

The roof of the school was quite relaxing, even if you look into the distance of the zombies roaming outside of the gates or even in the school yard that haven't been picked off yet. Raven just sat; paying no attention to the groaning voice echoing through the air or any other sounds in the distance. Taking attention to the dagger that was becoming worn over use-- he'd heard about these weapon drop offs at the stadium but there was no way he'd survive on his own and who ever he'd met so far were just kids.  The clicking sound of the same door that he exited out of caught his attention, glancing up silently as he watched another young man exit the building and stand a bit away from him but the old man couldn't miss a flash of purple his way meeting with his own eyes. This kid was new, to Raven at least but he kept to himself most of the time than outwardly greeting himself to everyone he'd ever seen in the building. Something about the kid drew Raven in, not all too sure what air around the kid was so interesting to the older male.  Too add onto the feeling it was almost like the boy was trying to draw the attention of Raven but he wasn't sure why. It's not like the veteran was much interest to a bunch of kids, let alone that one but despite the thoughts Raven pushed himself up from his seat on the ground and made his way over to the boy.   "Hey'a, kiddo." Raven took stance beside him, looking out into the distance more than the boy he addressed, "What brings you around these neck'a the woods? Not many seem ta come on'th roof as far as I know."

[lingeringfool]

Open|| Ol' Raven lookin' for meat shields

Raven didn't know how long it had been since he'd hopped place to place to find some sort of sanctuary free from the disasters outside. The older male taking his time in walking along the once, what he thought, bustling building he'd finally manage to find but it was no place to call home, it was a large open area, just with a lot of rooms. The last thing he ever would rely on was his luck, because more times that not it was the worst. His nose crinkled to the smell of fresh blood smeared along walls and floor. Hating to say he used to be familiar to this type of smell once upon a time in a world no longer viewed in his eyes. He wore a long, purple jacket that must have been made by hand, but none the less it gave him comfort and warmth and to top it all it was one of a kind and something you could probably spot him with many feet away. You wouldn't see another with the same jacket and that's what made it his most prized possession other than the worn down dagger tucked away inside of his belt, unused until recently.    "Gettin' too old fer this.." He shook his head as he muttered to himself in the silent halls, the only sound that echo'd into his ears were that of his black boot heels clicking into the floor tiles under his feet. Only when he suddenly stopped in place did something else hit his hearing. His head raised from looking towards the floor, hearing a faint voice in the distance.  A quiet snap of his fingers, "Yer luck ain't runnin' out yet old dog." He cheered quietly to himself, though he still didn't know if it was another survivor or just some zombie making humanly noises. His body doubling over if defeat to his thoughts. Oh please, please, please be somethin' normal fer once! Taking wary steps towards the source of the sound that had eventually died down into silence once more, that was enough to make him cringe. Slowly placing his hand palm down against wood and pushing, the door slowly sliding open and revealing what he had heard just a bit down the hall. Raven knew it was already a mistake, but he left it up to luck that whatever was on the other side wasn't hungry for flesh.