you can't wake up, this is not a dream. you're part of a machine, you are not a human being with your face all made up, living on a screen. low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline. i think there's a flaw in my code, these voices won't leave me alone. well my heart is gold and my hands are cold.
"do you think we'll ever get out of this mess?" una asks the person nearest to her as she lies down on her bed. "like, is it possible that maybe someday, someone —one of us, or anyone— is going to find some kind of cure? i know it sound far-fetched, but do you think it could happen?"
nick dragged the antiseptic pad across her skin slowly, something out of a first aid kit that they’d found the day before, and looked over the wound. the skin irritated from the fall and blood still flowing freely. nick shook his head as he looked up at una, ‘ exactly, una. you’re a nurse here and my council partner. be careful and smarter than this. you’ll be good, no stitches. just let me cover it up. ’ he reached back into the supplies, trying to find something to cover up her wound.
una looks down at her feet, her lips pressing together and forming a straight line. "i know, i'm sorry." she says, her free hand gripping the side of her seat. "i guess i'm not used to having people do things for me. it feels kind of weird, to be honest."
una held her breath trying to distract her self from the stinging pain coming from the cut on her palm. there was no excuse to the fact that she was walking around without paying attention, causing her to trip over a rock and her hand to come in contact with the jagged ground. "i know, it's just—" una hissed in pain, biting her lip to keep herself from doing so again. "i'm a NURSE, nick. i think i can do this on my own."
He wanted to kill me. I had no other choice. I had to kill him or he was going to kill me. I saw the trophy sitting there. I hit him in the head. He deserved to die. And I’m glad he’s dead.
heya! i'm eli (they/she), and i'm the baby of this rp thirteen years old and come from the philippines, which is in the gmt+8 timezone. there's not a lot of interesting facts about me, so instead here's a lil backstory under the cut on my babycakes, una meester. (TW: CHILD ABUSE, TRANSPHOBIA, GUNS)
una doesn't actually know anything about her biological parents or her birth, because up until the age of six, she lived in an orphanage in dayton, ohio.
she was adopted by a lovely couple in their early thirties. they were always helping out in the orphanage and she managed to charm them with her adorable personality.
not long after she was adopted, the orphanage was shut down after the founder, who also ran the orphanage, passed away. instead of moving the children into a different orphanage, they were moved into a foster home in columbus. the children in the orphanage were her only friends, so at this point she no longer had any
two years later her mother gave birth to her adoptive sister.
everything was all fine and dandy up until she was seventeen, and her sister was fifteen, who then came out to their parents as a trans male.
as it turns out, their parents were transphobic.
and abusive.
ever since then, her brother would be physically and verbally abused by their parents, and una could do nothing about it but watch.
sometimes it was so bad that they would starve her brother.
at the end of the day, she would be there to clean up and bandage his wounds and bruises with all the knowledge she’d learned from health class, and when he was starving she would sneak a plate for him.
because of this, they grew incredibly close and una would grow to be very protective of him.
the outbreak began when she and her brother were home alone. she got a frantic call from neighbor telling them to hide, as “zombies” began to invade before they heard a scream, and the line went dead. at first they thought nothing about it until they saw a bunch of them from about a mile away.
they nailed wooden board against the doors and windows and began stuffing duffle bags with necessities– food, water, clothes, a first aid kit– anything that would help them survive.
her brother also found a gun hidden in their parents’ drawer.
they hid in the attic for a while, until they found out that the wooden boards were not strong enough to keep the undead out. they busted in and flooded the rooms. they could not leave, however, as there were more surrounding the area. thankfully, her brother was smart enough to shoot one of the undead, causing many other undead heads to turn and make their way inside the house. when there were no longer many of them outside, they slid out through the attic window and made a run for it in the woods nearby.
thanks to the fact that they used to climb trees as children, they spent about four years perched on top of trees for safety. it wasn’t the best option, but it was the safe one.
after four years of tree-climbing and narrowly avoiding death, they stumbled upon a safe haven.
upon finding it, una literally bawled her eyes out because she found a safe community with many residents.
anyway she’s been there for three with her brother now and though not great, she’s thankful.
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