This is the End - RP

Elle lifted her medical bandage and looked out. "What's going on now?" she said with a sigh. This wasn't anything new, though. Leaving Florence, she quickly walked down the stairs with both of her hands in her pocket. Maybe they have a food stash somewhere. . Do they have a base?

"I'm fine. But I think we should check it out." Sierra said. "I mean we can't have some one lurking around our safe house. What if there is a lot of people planning attack. We need to spy." Sierra suggested to Julian.

hey! can I come seirra!" sally said "im really quite, and i am still at full health iv been eager to do something lately"

Florence left Thea and Richard in the back room. "Stay here." She ordered. "If anyone comes, hide behind these boxes." Then, Florence scurried after Elle. "Sorry..Also, I think there's a food market up the street. There might be people there, but we got weapons." Florence pulled her small shot gun out, making sure it was loaded with ammo.

"Save the knife. I'm pretty certain we're all alive." Julian said to December, before turning to Sierra. "Why do you suspect we have thieves? Have you seen anything?"

Florence quickly ran up to the others who were gathered together. "Guys, let's move! Me need food or else we're going to starve to death!" Although Florence was over-exagerating, she was hungry. She tapped her shotgun, waiting for the group's reply as she stared them up and down.

'"Fine. You're probably right, we shouldn't keep putting that off..." Julian sighed, rolling his eyes. "We'll send out a small group, then if they don't come back we'll send a search party. No one leaves unarmed." He paused, one corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. "I'll go with the first group. Who's coming with me?"

Elle didn't wait for the other members like Florence. Instead, she walked across the street right away while withdrawing her daggers. It's going to get dark soon, and I don't have the patience.

"Julian. I'll come. I just want to get it over with." Sierra said. She said pulling out a long knife and a small pocket one. "Will this be okay?" Sierra asked.

"That will be fine. Let's go." Julian said, drawing his knife out of his pocket and walking towards the street. "The sooner we leave, the better. There aren't that many people out right now, but we're not the only ones here and I bet they're just as desperate for supplies as we are."

Sierra nodded. She walked a foot behind Julian keeping herself on high alert. Then she heard something. It was like a shuffling sound. "Julian do you hear that? It sounds like an animal- or human." Sierra whispered in monotone trying to keep her cool. It was a little scary.

Julian rolled his eyes, but kept his knife out. "We're fine. Stop worrying or something will hear you." He said, walking up to a door and attempting to pry the hinges off because he didn't have anything to pick the lock with. "Come over here and lend me a hand, will you?"

"I have a swiss army knife kit thingy. I had sence I was 8. My ma stole it from a Walmart." Sierra said trying to pic the lock with a glasses tightener. She ended up handing it to Julian.

"Thanks." Julian said, making quick work of the lock before handing it back to Sierra. He stepped inside, feeling along the wall for a light switch. The house didn't appear to have running electricity anymore, so it didn't work. Julian groaned. "Be careful, it's going to be dark in here and I'm not sure whether this place still has someone living in it."

Florence chased after Julian and Sierra. "I'm coming!" She whisper-yelled, showing them her shot gun .

"You're late." Julian said, grinning. "You've got the gun, so you're in front in case we get attacked. We'll follow you."

Sierra nodded. She could see some faint light from the windows. There were mold growing on the windows. This place is gross she thought. She heard a low rustle. Sierra quicked turned her body 67 degrees and pulled out her long knife. "Julian? Florence? did you hear that?" Sierra whispered. Then it was silent. Then she heard it again. "You have to hear that lets check the kitchen." Sierra said looking in a open area that she thought would be once a kitchen. Maybe a family lived here. The mom and dad had 2 kids maybe. There were common wealth. The kids had friends and the family was happy. Then the world ended. Sierra pictured the family stero type. Then she creeped slowly into the hall that would lead to the kitchen door.

Florence nodded, taking the lead. She held the shot gun tightly in her hands, her fingers lightly brushing against the trigger she was ready to pull at any given moment. She moved slowly. "Where do we go?" She turned her head slightly back, glancing at Sierra and Julian, waiting for an answer.

"The kitchen. I think its down that hallway. I keep hearing noises." Sierra said gripping the handle of her long knife so hard that her knuckles started to ache.

Elle stopped when she noticed her surroundings were different. It's really, nice here actually. . She was now in her 'curious' mood. When Elle saw a grassy hill, put her daggers back into her belt and started heading towards it.

Florence nodded, leading the way slowly. When they reached the kitchen door, Florence paused. "What kind of a kitchen has a door?"

"Old houses mostly. This house might have been... 40 years old before the you know what." Sierra said. She watched as Florence cracked open the door to take a peek.

Julian followed after Sierra. Aside from the sour, rancid odor of rotting flesh coming from upstairs, the house seemed deserted. "Let's see if anything's worth taking." He suggested, pulling his hood over his eyes with his spare hand. "If this house was inhabited around the time of the war, then they'll probably have a stash somewhere. That is, if we're not too late."

I'm sure I can remember the way back. Elle was pulled into a running motion by gravity. When the hill's elevation was even, she panted and looked up. It wasn't a pleasant sight; there were dead bodies everywhere. I don't think I've ever seen this many before. Slowing down her heart rate, she looked around cautiously.

December slowly shuffled along behind the rest of the group with her knife on one hand. At this point, her main objective was to stay alive and hopefully make a successful killing if she was attacked. Strange peripheral noises occurred and December started to feel dizzy, like she was about to collapse at any given moment. Gripping her knife firmly, she continued to follow the group, mentally ordering herself to take deep, regular breaths.