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"Heh, I came for my old man t' steal back the money he stole from us. My lil' sis needs it to be able t' help Mom get better." Daniel-Edward frowned. "He's one son of a biitch who I would happily pop a cap up his ass."

 

OOC: Marshfield indeed.

BIC: "Oh. Haven't seen any of them." The man stood up and released Sophie. "I'm Randle, by the way."

 

OOC: Get stuffed, its the first American City I could think of then because I was half asleep....

BIC:

"My names Rhian. Short for Rhiannon." Rhian smiled at him then pointed to Daniel-Edward. "That prick over there is Daniel-Edward. Take no notice of him, he's ******ed."

 

OOC: A bit moody, are we?

BIC: "Pleasure meeting all of you. I'm lucky I came across you people in time. Including my daughter and future son-inlaw. That was a bonus." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, we have to keep moving. These things can easily track us if we stay in one place too long." Randle slung his shotgun over his shoulder.

OOC:
Name: Randle
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Weapon: Shotgun
Nationality: France
Accent: French
Appearance: Soon
Other: N/A

 

Rhian nodded, checking her guns before looking back at him. "Oui, vous avez raison. Nous devrions aller maintenant ou nous pourrions avoir à tuer plus que quelques-uns de ces maudits choses. Soit dit en passant, nous avons des munitions et des dossiers médicaux. Ne vous inquiétez pas, nous allons sortir de là en vie. Je préfère mourir alors voir des enfants de Sophie naître dans son trou de l'enfer."

OOC: Yes, I am. Blame the certain thing that a woman has once a month.

Translation: Yes, you are right. We should be moving now or we might have to kill a few more of those cursed things. By the way, we have ammo and medical packs. Don't worry, we'll get outta here alive. I'd rather die then see Sophie's child be born in his hell hole.

 

OOC: Mhm.. Audrie's a bit of a b!tch during that time.

BIC: "Aye. Let's go." Randle ran across the street. Sophie and Richard followed.

 

OOC: So am I. Get used to it.
BIC:

Daniel-Edward raised an eyebrow at Rhian. "You speak snooty language?"
"Yes, I'm fluent in french." Rhian said, running after Randle.

 

OOC: Poor Micheal...

BIC: Randle ran into a horde of zombies and fired his shotgun at them all.

Richard and Sophie fired into the horde.

 

"YES! Killing time!" Daniel-Edward cried, runing into the group and killing the zombies.
Rhian shot at them, killing the ones coming close to her or the others.

OOC: Meh.

 

OOC: Ah Poor Micheal indeed ^^ I'm actually the opposite :3
BIC:

Kiki shot a round, barely nicking one zombie. "Oh darn!" She fired again.
Sir Ronald shot quick and right on target. "Good try. I was well trained."

 

A zombie took a bite out of Randle's arm.

Randle screamed in pain.

"DADDY!!!" Sophie shot the zombie in the head.

"Look away baby... look away..." Randle put the shotgun barrel in his mouth.

"Daddy..." Sophie teared up as Richard turned her away.

Randle pulled the trigger, killing himself.

 

OOC: That's so sad ;-; reminds me of the movie....
BIC:

Sir Ronald had heard what went on but found it best not to look.
Kiki watched Randle, shaking in sadness and fear as a zombie crept up behind her.

 

Sophie pulled away from Richard and cried out in anger as she shot the zombie behind Kiki and all the zombies around.

 

Kiki watched in amazement at how Sophie was killing all the zombies dead on.

 

Sophie reloaded and finished the last few. She broke down crying.

 

Kiki ran over to Sophie and got on her knees next to her, wondering if she should offer any comfort.

 

Sophie layed on the ground, crying.

Richard sat beside Sophie and hugged her.

 

Kiki looked to Richard. "Will she be okay?" She asked, greatly worried and concerned.

 

Rhian looked at Randle's body, frowning. Crouching next to him, she took his shotgun, ammo and medical packs he had. "In the Afterlife, he won't be needing these." She stood up and looked at Sophie. "I can understand how you're feeling right now Sophie. But we can mourn the dead later. Right now, we need to keep moving. Otherwise you might be among the dead we mourn later."

 

Kiki looked up to Rhian, taking he words as a bit too harsh yet true in a way. She got up and walked to where she was standing, looking at her gun.