I am clanless.
Speak RP. Will roleplay with anyone. :)
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Melinda winced and shifted on her feet. She had to grow up faster than she thought so she had walls up around her against things she didn’t want to think of. She had blocked out thoughts of her past and was just trying to deal with what was around her. She was used to not speaking.
She bit on her lip once more before finding a voice. Then again, mute girl was better than squealer. She sighed. ”Melinda.” It was barely audible but there it was.
“Melinda then.” Donna stretched out, glancing around the room one last time. “So listen.” She sighed, knowing this was not the smartest course of action - but it was the right one. “I’m headed for New York, yeah? Bound to be crawlin’ with zeds, but -” She shrugged, as if this was no big deal. “I’m lookin’ for a man - well, sort of a man but - a man who can save us.”
She was so young, Donna realized. So young in such a sore, afraid new world.
“You can come with me,” she said. “If you want. S’probably better than bein’ alone.”
She didn’t even feel like she deserved her name anymore. She had stopped being herself a long while ago. She had gotten used to this world and she had grown hatred for it. She was cynical at such a young age but it wasn’t her fault. She had seen the worst of what people are.
She tilted her head a bit at the woman’s offer. What did she want? She didn’t look or act like she was bitten. Did she really mean it? She was looking for someone who could help them. She almost bitterly laughed at that. No one could help her. She finally nodded her head after some hesitation. ”Okay.” She spoke quietly. She hoped she wouldn’t regret it otherwise she would turn and run.
She could have had a whole life ahead of her. She could have been a doctor, or a lawyer, or a suburban mother with 2.5 kids. Donna had a hard time not overromanticizing Melinda’s potential futures. She shook her head to clear it, disguising her distraction by brushing her hair behind her ears.
“So you don’t talk a lot,” Donna said, walking behind a shelf to rummage through the remains of the store’s inventory. “S’alrigh’, I probably talk enough for the both of us.” She laughed, tossing aside a stack of DVDs.
She stepped a bit closer to this odd woman. She didn’t even know her name. She didn’t trust easily anymore for many reasons so she would keep to herself as much as she could. She ran her fingers over one of the shelves as she watched the woman carefully.
”Name?” It was true that she didn’t talk much, only when necessary or most of the time she didn’t even say one word.
She nodded at the question about her parents being dead. She didn’t want to go into details about it so she just left it at that for now. She shook her head at the woman’s other question. She was all alone. She had no one with her, not anymore.The zombie virus was absolute. They called it Matoba at first, some exotic sounding name people could drop into conversation. Nomenclature deteriorated quickly as all those that would correct vernacular names fell prey to the virus. Once you have it, you are done for, even though you have a while before the symptoms start to manifest. So once someone was bitten, they had to be put down - for everyone’s safety.
Donna knew the story all too well. And apparently, so did this girl.
“Look, I can’t jus’ call you mute girl, can I?” asked Donna, trying to illicit some verbal response from the girl. It was quite an understandable reaction to the atrocities she’d undoubtedly faced, but the silence was rather inconvenient for Donna. “Wha’ can I call you?”
Melinda winced and shifted on her feet. She had to grow up faster than she thought so she had walls up around her against things she didn’t want to think of. She had blocked out thoughts of her past and was just trying to deal with what was around her. She was used to not speaking.
She bit on her lip once more before finding a voice. Then again, mute girl was better than squealer. She sighed. ”Melinda.” It was barely audible but there it was.
“Melinda then.” Donna stretched out, glancing around the room one last time. “So listen.” She sighed, knowing this was not the smartest course of action - but it was the right one. “I’m headed for New York, yeah? Bound to be crawlin’ with zeds, but -” She shrugged, as if this was no big deal. “I’m lookin’ for a man - well, sort of a man but - a man who can save us.”
She was so young, Donna realized. So young in such a sore, afraid new world.
“You can come with me,” she said. “If you want. S’probably better than bein’ alone.”
She didn’t even feel like she deserved anymore. She had stopped being herself a long while ago. She had gotten used to this world and she had grown hatred for it. She was cynical at such a young age but it wasn’t her fault. She had seen the worst of what people are.
She tilted her head a bit at the woman’s offer. What did she want? She didn’t look or act like she was bitten. Did she really mean it? She was looking for someone who could help them. She almost bitterly laughed at that. No one could help her. She finally nodded her head after some hesitation. ”Okay.” She spoke quietly. She hoped she wouldn’t regret it otherwise she would turn and run.
Yeah mom I’m a little shit. You were ASLEEP and now you want to watch TV so I had to cancel a show I was recording. Of course I’m upset. >.>
She nodded at the question about her parents being dead. She didn’t want to go into details about it so she just left it at that for now. She shook her head at the woman’s other question. She was all alone. She had no one with her, not anymore.The zombie virus was absolute. They called it Matoba at first, some exotic sounding name people could drop into conversation. Nomenclature deteriorated quickly as all those that would correct vernacular names fell prey to the virus. Once you have it, you are done for, even though you have a while before the symptoms start to manifest. So once someone was bitten, they had to be put down - for everyone’s safety.
Donna knew the story all too well. And apparently, so did this girl.
“Look, I can’t jus’ call you mute girl, can I?” asked Donna, trying to illicit some verbal response from the girl. It was quite an understandable reaction to the atrocities she’d undoubtedly faced, but the silence was rather inconvenient for Donna. “Wha’ can I call you?”
Melinda winced and shifted on her feet. She had to grow up faster than she thought so she had walls up around her against things she didn’t want to think of. She had blocked out thoughts of her past and was just trying to deal with what was around her. She was used to not speaking.
She bit on her lip once more before finding a voice. Then again, mute girl was better than squealer. She sighed. ”Melinda.” It was barely audible but there it was.
When the girl poked her head out from behind an empty metal rack, Donna dropped her arms to her sides. “You’re a bloody kid,” she said, exhaling with relief. She clicked the safety back on her gun, stowing it away in the belt loop of her ripped jeans. “Wha’s your name, then? Where’re your parents?”
She glanced around the room while she waited for the young girl to answer, scanning the shelves quickly for any food. They all appeared to be empty, except for a few dusty fashion magazines and a freezer case full of dirty water and empty plastic bags.
A kid..ha only by age now. She wasn’t technically a kid by her age really but she wouldn’t say that to someone she didn’t know. When the question was asked where her parents were, she was reminded again about what had happened. She barely spoke before this so now she was basically mute.
She reached behind in her pocket and took out the knife she had. She laid it in the palm of her hand wondering if the woman would understand the meaning.
The girl didn’t respond while Donna was surveying the store, so she turned around to face her. “I said - ” She stopped when she saw the girl, palm open with a knife laid on top.
“Dead,” said Donna with a sigh. “You’re parents are dead, aren’t they?” Her voice grew softer as she looked at the girl. Donna knew suddenly that loneliness and empathy were going to make her do something very, very stupid.
“So you’re all by yourself, then? Nothin’? No one?”
Melinda put the knife back in her pocket and bit on her lip. They were cracked and chapped not just from how things were now she bit on them when she was nervous. She held on to her small bag which had the gun in it. She had originally started off with the knife but she had the gun for extra protection against this new world if you could call it that.
She nodded at the question about her parents being dead. She didn’t want to go into details about it so she just left it at that for now. She shook her head at the woman’s other question. She was all alone. She had no one with her, not anymore.
