open The Trotting Dead : Second Chance RP

[CeruleanPoptart 14]

To be truthful There is a Rp Already going Called The Trotting dead

But For the ponies who wanted to join that but never got to join in time 

Can join this

http://mlpforums.com/topic/82534-the-trotting-dead-second-chance-rp-join-if-never-got-a-chance/   

 

ONE YEAR LATER

 

Betta gazed at halls of the small market as she quickly searched for anything that could be called "Supplys" . Licking her dry lips she picked up some cans and started quickly heading out this "god forsaken place" She thought as she skitishly ran out.

Edited December 20, 2013 by IIFlyingGraceII

[Rokkurin 214]

Guardian trotted along quietly, as to not alert anything. He clutched his stomach as it protested with pain about being empty. It has been two days since his last meal. He was lucky enough to find some water, but that can only do so much. His strength is failing him hour by hour, his lips are chapped like no tomorrow, and his eyes are blood shot from lack of sleep. Still, he has that same smile as he always had, even though forced, just to keep himself going.

 

Without warning, he collapses onto the ground. Another shot of pain rips through his stomach. Is this the end? he thought. Surviving for so long, only to end in the most dumbest ways. He chuckled lightly to himself. At least he can go out with a smile. He laid still with his smile on his face, waiting for hunger to claim him.

 

(Wow, so sad. What have I done!   I only posted once yet i'm already killing myself! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) lol

[Irish Mist 119]

"Nothing." he thought, browsing through the abandoned, rundown cottage. Polity closing the cabinets, he returned to his rummaging, kicking an empty can forward. It rolled off to the side, hitting and then resting on a dead mares corpse, face down with bite marks across his back and a laying over an old chest off to the side. Hunter cautiously approached and tapped it's shoulder with his rifle. Thankfully for him, this one wasn't in the mood to come back to life anytime soon. Hunter took a sign of relief as he examined the corpse before rolling it off the chest to see what it may contain. 

"Sorry boyo, but what's yer's is nigh mine." as he looked back to the chest to see what it contained. 

A few apples and an old pic. Not the most promising find, but at least he didn't have to fight for it. He threw the apples into his pack and put the photo with the pony. Suddenly, he heard a faint chuckle from outside. Now this was odd, not much to be chuckling about these days. He lurked over to the window that faced the noise and peaked over the windowsill. There appeared to be some pony, a thin one at that, chuckling over nothing. "Not much of a threat and hell, this might be a good story." he murmured, opening the door and casually walking over to the collapsed pony. 

"Ey sprog, what's so funny?" looking down at him with a questioning gaze. 

Edited December 20, 2013 by Doomguy

[Rokkurin 214]

Guardian heard hoof steps approach him. I guess I will be eaten after all. he thought to himself. He looked up to see that it was not a zompony coming to feast on his flesh, but instead a healthy, non undead gryphon. He gathered as much strength as he could to speak. "You wouldn't happen......to have....any food on you.....?" he said, struggling to talk.

[Irish Mist 119]

"Ah, grub, well oi jist so 'appen to have these three apples. But nigh, dare is a tiny bit av a problem lad." as he gets down on the ground to match eye level, playing with one of the apples with his talon. "Ain't pure polite ter jist take withoyt givin' anythin' in return. so waaat wud de starvin' pony care ter offer in trade? a wee bit av anythin' wud be a wonder." with a cocky smile. 

Edited December 20, 2013 by Doomguy

[Rokkurin 214]

Guardian soon had a coughing fit, but silenced it the best he could. "I have.....nothing to.....offer but *cough* my life......" he said "My life.....is now in......*cough* your talons." His body goes limp and his breathing shallows. "Do as you see fit" he finished. A small smirk was left upon his face.

[Irish Mist 119]

"'mm, oi guess 'avin' someone ter take a bullet for me cud always come in 'andy. Guess you got yourself a deal boyo. You're quite the business paddy." as he rolls the apple over to Guardian and stands back to his feet, taking another  one of the apple out of his pack and tossing it over. 

[Rokkurin 214]

Guardian takes the apple and eats it slowly, so he his body will adjust to having food. He finishes the two and gently sits up. "Thank you very much, but it will take some time before I am of any use. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Guardian Angel." he says with a slight bow.

[Irish Mist 119]

"De pleasure's al' mine. Yer can jist call me Hunter." with a smirk. "Nigh oi think it wud be a gran' idea if we 'eaded inside. you're lookin' weak as a dog an' i'd 'ate to be caught oyt 'ere at night." looking around for a second, trying to find a home in decent enough condition to barricade for the night. Most were torn up with shattered windows or doors broken off their hings. The only one that looked even the least bit promising was the old bakery with it's cupcake decorated room. Not the best option, but it would have to do. He began to slowly walk over and turned to his new pony shield. "Well, you comin lad?" 

[CeruleanPoptart 14]

Betta heard something near by. She studed her surounding carfuly as she though this could be anther group trying to hunt her down again or worse Trotters. She quickly started running into the forest when she heard the groans and smell of the dead and decayed.

"Oh Bucking hell" she said in a pissed off tone. "She came here to eat not be eaten" she thought. She got ready pulling out a knife ready to strike but when she turned around to see what is was she jumped back in fear droping the knife.It was a herd.

[Rokkurin 214]

Guardian shook his head at the gryphons request. Heading inside would be the best idea. He got up as quickly as his worn out body would allow him and followed Hunter into an old bakery. The site was enough to bring back good memories of the old broken down pastry shop.

[GameytheGeemer 147]

@,

"Hay, zombies." Chain Mail said, his voice slightly Australian (though no where near as much as Hunter's, if that is indeed Australian), doing what he would do anyway for a good fight in this post apocalyptic world and fill in his goal of 'Kill everything dead"  that he's been living by for a while. That said, it would be a suitable distraction for betta. "You best prepare to die again, because the soldier of death has come for you." He said, shooting his 2 6-shot revolvers into the crowd for 12 headshots. With no more ammo in the guns, he threw them for blunt death. He jumped into the air, and pulled out his sword out of hammerspace. "You know, if you wanted to you could help." He said, landing blade first on a zombie, cutting it in half from the brain down. "After all, almost got a whole 10% of THIS horde down." He added.

(I am just going to say it's a 250 zombie horde since no number was given)

Edited December 20, 2013 by GameytheGeemer

[Irish Mist 119]

@Rokkurin

Hunter waled up to the entrance of the bakery, giving the door a firm shove without the door giving much of a budge; it seems that it had been barricaded from the inside. Though the door did give way slightly, showing that it was poorly, or hastily thrown together. Taking a few steps back he rammed the door with his shoulder, bursting through the door and causing it to almost break from it's hinges. As he rubbed his shoulder he quickly began to examine the room, seeing the dust decor and old fallen apart walls that looked as unkempt as the rest of this town. The only noticeable feature was the blood trail leading into the kitchen. He began to cautiously look around making his way slowly to the back room, hoping to find something good to eat and not something that wanted to eat him. Unfortunately, most of what was left was either rotten, or so sugary that it had somehow outlasted even the buildings themselves, and the very thought made Hunter slightly sick to his stomach. 

The room looked worse off then the rest, to the point where it looked like some kind of fight went down here. The blood trail vanished down into the dark depths  of the basement. He tried to gaze down into it's depths but couldn't see any movement or hear any moaning, so hopefully whatever rolled down there is long since dead. He also noticed another set of stairs off to the side leading to some upper floor, maybe a good place to setup a shelter, at least until they find something more suitable. 

[Rokkurin 214]

Guardian followed Hunter into the run down bakery. He could feel some strength return, but not enough to be of any use. It would be at least a day before he has the energy to do something. He looked around the destroyed bakery and sighed. This has been happening a lot with him. Whenever he sees something like this, the thing he thinks about was that he was not there to do something.

 

He walked into the kitchen part and saw a cupcake. Judging from the soggy icing, it was very old, but looked edible nonetheless. Guardian picked it up, took a small bite to try it out. The sweetness that ravaged his mouth made him gag. He waited a few minuted to see if he would toss it back up. Nothing happened, so he ate it all. Bad idea. The sugar quickly entered his system. His pupils dilated three times there size. His heart accelerated from the sugar rush, and his brain went into overdrive. "omygoodnessthatwasthemostamazingthingihavevereateninalongtime. Iwonderwhatelsethereistodoaroundhere." From some other ponies point of view it looked like he was vibrating across the ground.

 

(I needed to add some comedy after that near death i posted earlier. I hope this gets a laugh or even a chuckle from someone)

[Irish Mist 119]

Hunter suddenly put his back to wall as he saw his companion vibrating his way across the floor like some kind of possessed break-dancing diamond dog. Trotters were one thing, but seeing your partner break down and turn into this was very unsettling. 

"This is why oi avoided the cupcakes lad." making his way the counter top as he watched Guardian put on quite a show. Tapping him with the stock of his rifle every now and then just to make sure he was still alive. 

"Jist don't die on me." 

 

(I decided to stop doing the extreme Irish/Scottish accent, I'll just keep it to a minimum so everyone can understand.) 

[Rokkurin 214]

After a while Guardian calmed down. Other than the feeling that his heart was ready to explode, he was fine. "I am never eating one of those again." he said with a laugh. "I know I am going to regret that later." he made his way over to the stairs leading up to the second floor. "Should we set up for tonight?" he asked Hunter.

[Irish Mist 119]

Sneaks one of the cupcakes into his pack, may be useful down the line before heading over to the stairs. He takes a quick glace up and proceeds up a few steps making sure he can't hear anything. 

"You go get setup, I'm going to barricade the door since I don't think I want my brains on the menu tonight." leaping over the banister and looking around for something heavy to hold the door up with. Not much to hold the door shut and the candy cane pillars might be the only thing holding the second floor up so Hunter makes due with what he can find lying around. A few broken tables and a cash register. He started to wonder if there were any shelves or something larger in the basement. He walked over to the entrance and peered down. Taking a deep breath and picking up a nearby scrap of wood, he took a few steps into the darkness of the basement.

Find a light switch near the top he tried to flick it on and get a little illumination, but to no luck.  

"Well of course." he mumbled to himself as he attempted to navigate down the stairs with only the light coming in from above. Suddenly, the floor seemed to pull away as he lost his balance on some of the blood across the stairs and he made a quick decent into the floor below, face first as luck would have it. A bit dazed he tried to regain his balance, but as he did, he began to hear something moving in the darkness. 

Trying to find his stick while keeping his head forward, even though it was too dark to even make out what was two feet in-front of him he tried to keep calm and make his way back up the stairs. Then without warning he was on the ground again, with a loud thud and a bright yellow trotter positioned onto of him, the only thing keeping the beasts jaws from him was his front arm, the other desperately trying to find his weapon. 

[Rokkurin 214]

Guardian shook his head in agreement and proceeded up the steps. No sooner did he reach the top, he heard a crashing noise. He quickly made his way down and to the source of the noise. Trotting down into the basement carefully, he saw Hunter pinned down by a trotter. Acting quickly, he turns and bucks the thing to help get it off of him. "Are you alright?" he asked, getting into a fighting stance.

[Irish Mist 119]

He lays there for a second and catches his breath, looking over at the trotter, who's still struggling to stand and then over to Guardian. s

"And here I was thinking you were making all that up about being my pony shield." with a light chuckle. Standing to his feet he picked up his weapon and walked over to the trotter, moaning and making fleeting grasps at him. A light snare emanates across his face as he tightens his talons he takes one good swing at the trotters face, dislocating it's jaw; nearly knocking it clean off.

"That was for knocking me to the ground." taking his piece of wood in his hand and tightening his grip before wailing away on the trotter, until there is nearly nothing left of it's head. Taking several deep breaths and dropping the plank of wood to the floor he starts to head back upstairs, not bothering to look around here anymore, just in-case there were more of them lurking in the dark corners of the room. The confined nature of the room was already as much as he could handle. 

[CeruleanPoptart 14]

@,

"Hay, zombies." Chain Mail said, his voice slightly Australian (though no where near as much as Hunter's, if that is indeed Australian), doing what he would do anyway for a good fight in this post apocalyptic world and fill in his goal of 'Kill everything dead"  that he's been living by for a while. That said, it would be a suitable distraction for betta. "You best prepare to die again, because the soldier of death has come for you." He said, shooting his 2 6-shot revolvers into the crowd for 12 headshots. With no more ammo in the guns, he threw them for blunt death. He jumped into the air, and pulled out his sword out of hammerspace. "You know, if you wanted to you could help." He said, landing blade first on a zombie, cutting it in half from the brain down. "After all, almost got a whole 10% of THIS horde down." He added.

(I am just going to say it's a 250 zombie horde since no number was given)

Betta was now out of anger stabing the trotters with a axe as she was trying to escape out of fear of the unknown pony. She ended up climbing a tree when she got far away from the trotters and the pony. She leaned agenst the bark panting her heart out. "OH BUCK" she said seeing she droped her bag when she saw the herd and now she couldent get it back.

[Rokkurin 214]

Guardian follows Hunter back up from the basement and keeps going to the second floor where he makes a good spot to rest when it is time. Not long after he is done, he heads down stairs to see what Hunter is up to.

 

(I got writers block, soooooooooooo done)

[CeruleanPoptart 14]

Betta looks around for anything better to hide in than a tree *she hates hights*. She sees a backery . She sildes down the tree and slowly goes towards the building.She goes in and looks around . It looks depressing, a memory of what everything used to be.She thought. She begin to search. For anything that could be edable. but then she hears hoof steps.

Edited December 21, 2013 by IIFlyingGraceII

[Irish Mist 119]

From all that happened in the basement and the tight space of this bakery. Trying to pace it out, he just walks in circles around the kitchen, making glances over to the basement. He begins to find himself getting more and more agitated with each glace. All he wants to get out there and stretch his wings but that would just drawl unneeded attention and might bring some of the trotters dangerously close. He tries to calm himself down but he can't get the feeling out of his head that he's trapped in a cage. He tries to move back into the entrance area, maybe the extra room will help ease him up a bit. Suddenly there is another pony standing there looking back at him. 

[CeruleanPoptart 14]

Betta looked at the griffen going in circles. She giggled a bit. It was funny. But then he looked at her. Fear struck her as she did something dumb. super dumb of staying there." Hi... there" she says puting both hoofs up in the air . She has a belt with a pistol in it.

Edited December 21, 2013 by IIFlyingGraceII

[Irish Mist 119]

"Hi....." checking her over, making sure she wasn't hiding a weapon. If she was she could have always shot first but maybe he caught her by surprise. He didn't want to make a move for his rifle since she may beat him to it. He could beat her in the air but ponies tended to be faster on their feet.