Thread: The Horror/Zombie RPG

Virgil felt concern for the girl, she looked cold and as if she had not moved or had anything to eat or drink for sometime, she also looked in pain from her lack of movement, her muscles had problably siezed up.

He removed his coat and placed it around her shoulders.

"My name is Virgil" he said, his voice filled with kindness.

The man in the cloak suddenly reappeared. This time he carried a tray, with tin foiled packages.

Wordless he marches among the inhabitors of the church, dishing out the packages. Throwing the foiled contents even at those who slept or were unaware.

Many stayed sleeping despite this intrusion. The smell of stale meat emanating from the package.

"Eat... Who knows when you may get to do so again. Once the others wake up perhaps you'll all be in a position to better understand your circumstances."

And with that, he disappeared again.

(AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH am i outside or what??? post more when iget to school)

You my dear, are inside with all the other but you are strategically placed up in the beams of the church, way above looking down, afraid of them imagery and symbols the church holds. But you can come down if you so wish, (and will probably need to at some point in all honesty). Most of your group (the unmentionables) are up in the rafters too

His mouth dry and his heart beating faster and faster with the growing second, what was happening, were those things, those creatures of absolute darkness unmentionables.
Looking around, many people were talking, some words he understood, but to understand the whole conversation, now that would take a miracle.
His hair stood on it's end, his claws scratched and black, from the journey here.
A man was throughing sliver things around, the colour attracted him, his mind focused on the contents, he hadn't eaten in days, but the smell, it was so appealing.
Tearing at the packaging he found his prize, it was some food, he ripped it apart, and shallowing the thing without letting it touch his tongue. He had wanted food for so long.
The thought of food inticed him, but one person still sleeped, he jumped onto the railing and rolled off, hitting the ground with a slight sound, the wind still screaming around him, he crept towards the man, his body size freightened Fessi, but he needed food just like everyone else.
He picked up another food contennor and gently shock the man awake.

Awaking to have a cat thing in your face isn't exactly how he like his waking to be but hey, he had food. Rumina sat up, he took the food and began eating at it,

"So what do i call you ?"

Tilting his head, he couldn't make out a word the male said, his words were muddled in a short of grunt rather than i polite conversation, although he might have asked fessi's name or he mightn't have.

Placing his own hand on his chest Fessi spoke, he was standing straight now, as the guy was pretty tall.

"Fessi, names Fessi, what u ?"

He guessed the question but he had heard it so many times before.

Iris picked up the foiled package and placed it in her pocket. She would save it until she needed it. She was starting to regret smashing the viles. Not because of her loss of power over the druggy, but because of the splinters of glass that filled her palm. She saw the man place the coat on the girl. He was kind. She grinned, and decided to see what it would be like to play with him. Kindness was nothing more than a door to stab you in the back.

She walked up to him and the girl, looking down at her, "You should probably stretch those legs, you never know what might happen." She didn't even wait for her response and looked up at the man, "I am Iris. I know who you are, Virgil, I heard you from across the room. I don't mean to butt in, but you both seemed much more cordial than many of the others. Perhaps we could talk. It is always better to have friends, I always say."

She inwardly cringed at the thought of friends, but hid it with a brilliant smile.

Jackson was wearing black combat boots, a pair of ragged black jeans, a blood stained white t-shirt and his casual smirk. He had been lying quietly for the past three days on top of one of the rafters. Jackson caught a foil pack thrown to him by the old man and opened it devouring its contents rapidly. For some reason, whatever that reason might have been no matter how insignificant, Jackson had a growing dislike of the old man who had led this strange company to its safe haven. For the past days, Jackson had been entertaining himself with an old rusty nail he found in one of the rafters thrusting it into his body slowly working his way up from arms and legs to more vital parts of his anatomy. Jackson had also been looking at the people around him. After devouring the contents of his foil pack, he sat up looking down on the people below him. He spotted a young man a little older than himself walking in the direction of a young girl. The man was almost in his mid-twenties, approximately the same height as Jackson, clean cut, and with an almost military quality to him. Just as the young man and the girl began conversing, Jackson jumped down from the rafters right into the middle of their conversation giving no visible sign that the stunt had put him into immense pain and possibly broke his ankle, he knew it would get better soon enough.

“ I’m Jackson, pleased to meet yah.”

Faith crouched on her rafter, holding the pentogram around her neck tightly. Her Black leather boots gripping perfectly on the rafter and her black pants and midrift top helped her blend into the shadows. She watched another person who had been up in the rafters with her jump down, standing up she elegantly jumped down, and caught her packet, deciding that she would eat it later, smiling she muttered
"names faith"

Well he understood anyway, how could a creature not grasp the english langauge.

"Rumina, the names Rumina thanks for the food but that don't mean we are friends, right."

He went back to his food, he stopped for a second, realising that if they were to continue on like this they would need fresh water, not the water that they all had with them.

He looked over Fessi, noticing that he was young, around 15, brown hair and he had cream coloured skin, his claws were splattered in blood.

He smiled and sat down beside this Rumina, he was strong but weiry, Fessi couldn't blame him, he was the same, ever since the zombies started their attack, it made him realised that he needed the others more then he would have like to think, he turned back to Rumina and smiled.

"Us group, no one else here, just group, we need to be together, not apart."

He smiled again as the wind howled above him, he was catching the english langauge pretty good.

Jynx who are the boy and girl who you jumped down in between, I'm a little unclear. Now all our main players are awake. Look out for tonight when the old man shall return with news. Until then, I suggest you converse and begin to better grasp who can be a friend, who an enemy, and perhaps, who a sacrifice.

Faith, looked at the man who had jumped down before her, bored she turned and found a dark corner away from the symbols that were starting to make her dizzy. Sniffing the packet of food, she sighed,
"no blood" nun the less she ripped it open and ate it quickly. Her hand cluched the pentogram tighter. and she burried her head in her knees,
"Ahh, they all smell like food, and its been so long since i've had human blood"

Virgil was momentarily taken aback by the girl's obviously unabashed method of greeting people and her warm smile lent trust to her words.

He smiled back, he had seen the girl up in the rafters and knew she was one of the unmentionables but he did not carry the same prejuduice towards them as other people.

He looked down at the girl in concern.

"Perhaps you should stretch your legs, it wouldbe wise." He whispered to her in a kind tone.

He straightened up to the new girl, "It is kind of you to say so," he said, a warm smile coming to his lips.
"My name is virgil. May i ask yours?"