Death Bite - Roleplay discussion

An abandoned Supermarket

Nayara was standing in a corner, not a clue of what she was thinking. She was crying in silence while the others were doing what was obvious, searching for something to sourvive with.

(Sorry if my writing is a little bit bad sometimes. I'm on my way of learning English XD)

Nayara looked up to see who was talking to her and sorbed "How can I be?". Then, she started crying again.

Nayara stopped crying for a moment and stared to the girl talking to her wondering if it was a joke and said "I think I'll just be a bother"

Nay didn't know what to answer. It was one of those moments that the only thing you want to do is to desapear"Why would you like me to join you? A weeping girl like me"

"I don't have no one" She was about to cry again "I feel so alone"

Nay stopped crying and graved the girl's hand while sorbing "thanks".

"Okay... So" Nay looked to the boy next to her "He's Alan... What's your name?" Asked to the girl, realizing that she has accepted the invition of two complete odds.

"Nay" She looked down for a second "Nayara" and smiled.

Nay stood up from the ground and followed Alan without saying nothing.

She did what Alan was saying and put the helmet on her head without putting off her hat.
Nay looked close to Alan... He remaind her to her lost boyfriend.
A tear dropped from her eyes without her even toticeing it.

Nayara surrouded Alan with her arms and cryed silently as the sounds of the vehicle drawn her sorbs.

Damon quietly went around the little store. he wasn't sure if he would find anything but it was worth a shot. He hasn't eaten in two days and he was desperate to find food.

While looking through what food was left in the grocery aisle Damon heard movement in the direction of the clothes. He silently took out his knife and made his way in that direction, making sure to take slow quiet steps and keep a look out for any dead that could be making the sound.

Damon followed the sound to the women's clothing and saw a girl dancing around in her bra. He felt a little embarrassed that he is seeing her in her bra when she doesn't even realize it. He thought about just leaving without getting her attention, but he needed food and company. Maybe she's nice and what's the worst that could happen? Well she could kill him. He didn't see a gun in her reach so he took a chance. " Um, hi." he said to her, keeping his distance as to not startle her to much.

Damon was a little surprised. He had not expected her to act so coolly. He decided to play along. "Oh you know I was in the neighborhood and thought I was stop and get some groceries. Unfortuantly there isn't much left." He looked her up and down. She wasn't very muscular so if she decided to fight him he was sure he would win. Hopefully she wouldn't though. She seems nice and he has been on his own for to long now. "Do you know where I could find some food?" He asked.

"Depends on the work." He was not about to be an executioner or sex slave. He was willing to work to earn his keep though, that is only fair. "I'm Damon by the way." He said, holding out his hand.

He could lie and say yes. He really needed food and a place to stay, but they would find out eventually that he was lieing. "Not really, but I'm willing to learn." he said.

He looked at her, she really was a small girl. "I was born ready." he said with a small smile. "And I can help your brother, I'm kinda build for that if you can't tell."

Damon followed her. "Uh, not long. Thirty seconds maybe. They weren't bad moves." He said jokingly.

"Its like the only thing I'm good at." Which is true. Damon had always been good at fighting. If he got in a fight at school he always won, after a while no one ever messed with him. He stabbed one zombie in the head while crushing another under his shoe. "California, to finish ur first question."

"Spending the night? Doesn't this place have a back door or something?" Damon was looking forward to finally eating, and his spirit was crushed when she said spend the night.

"Alright." As long as he gets to eat something. He didn't completely trust Alysson yet but he was starting to.

"I just got here, but there should be an office somewhere where the employees can take breaks and stuff." He said as he looked around. He imagined it to be toward the back of the store so he grabbed Alyssa's arm and started that way.

((Sorry I called her alysson before. I'm rping in another group and there is an alysson there lol.))

"I'm not going to argue." he said smiling. The office was in the right corner of the store. The door was locked and he put his ear on it and listened to see if any zombies were inside. He heard nothing and gave it one good kick, breaking the lock on the door. He slowly went inside, knife in hand. It was a small lounge area with one couch, and small table, and a few fold up chairs. There was another room to the left that looked like the managers office.

Damon set the gun on the table and opened the pack, taking out the towl first and then some food. He didn't eat to quickly so he wouldn't make himself sick. He turned away from Alyssa to give her some privacy and went to inspect the managers office.

"That's what I don't really get." He called from the room. "I've only known you for like ten minutes, why do you trust me with your life?" He was curious as to what her answer would be.

She did have a point, but Damon doesn't like killing people anyway. "Well I guess." he said. If she thought that way about him does that mean he should trust her with his life? Just the fact that she hasn't killed him yet isn't really enough evidence to completely trust her yet. He came out of the room but didn't look at her, out of respect.

He glanced at her before sitting on one of the fold up chairs. "You look clean to me." He said as he took a drink for one of the water bottles.

((When do you want Ever to come in?))

Damon took some food and ate it slowly. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He was tired and a bit weak from not eating for so long. "So you said you had a brother. What's his name?" He asked, not opening his eyes.

"Oh okay, thanks." He said as he finished his meal. He laid back on the couch. "Wake me when you want to switch." He said.

((Alan? Did you see my message from before?))

((Okay))

Damon relaxed and drifted off into sleep, hopeing that he will wake up again.

Damon jumped out of his sleep but relaxed when he saw that it was just Alyssa. "Ready to switch?" He asked as he got up off the couch and moved to one of the chairs.

"Yeah." He lied. He never got enough sleep. Did anyone get enough sleep these days? People are so busy always looking over their shoulder that it's hard to relax. Sleep is the only time. "You can get some rest now. I'll wake you if anything happens." He said as he leaned back in the chair.

"I don't know." He said cautiously. "We will be leaving ourselves vulnerable to anything that could happen." He said looking at her. Sleep sounded great but death did not. And if he has learned anything from the world now, it is that anything could happen.

Damon thought it over before giving a small nod and heading over to the office.

"Only if you're okay with me being this close to you." He said. He pushed the desk that was in the room against the wall, ginving them more floor space.

Damon laid a few feet away from her on the ground. He didn't hear anything outside the door so he tried to relax.

"Why?" He had to admit he was a little curious.

"Um, thanks?" He said as he glanced at her. Damon had always been taught to respect women. It was just natural for him.

"Oh, I'm sorry. About your bad relationships." He looked up at the ceiling. Damon remembered times when girls had wanted to go out with him, but they just never felt right to him. He knew that they just wanted sex, and he wasn't about to give it up to them. Now that he thought about it he has never been in a relationship before. He's never even kissed a girl before. He was a failure when it came to relationships.

"Thanks." He said with a soft smile. He didn't look away from the ceiling. I think your really cute to." He said after a moment. And it was the truth. She was really cute, especially when she was dancing with no shirt on. This though only smile bigger and he turned on his side, facing away from her. He didn't want her to see his stupid smile and think that he's weird.

He thought about it. He just met this girl hours ago, and now she wants to cuddle with him. He would feel like a jerk if he said no, but she could easily stab him in the back while he slept. But if she wanted to do that she would already, right? He wasn't sure if he felt comfortable with it. He barley knew this girl. "I feel like I need to know you better, u know. Know more about you. I'm sorry but I don't really know you. All I know is your name and where your from." He said this as he turned onto his back and looked over at her. He didn't want to hurt her feelings. He would love to cuddle if he was just more comfortable around her.

"Goodnight." He said as he rolled back over onto his side. He told himself that he would definitly get to know her better. That way he wouldn't have to reject her next time.

Damon slowly sat up and stretched. He was stiff and sore from sleeping on the ground, but did not feel as tired as he did yesterday. "Morning."

"That sounds amazing." He said as he stood and looked over at her in the sun. The sun always made things look prettier, and she was no exception. He quickly looked away and headed for the door. Listening for anything outside. " I think were going." He said after a few seconds.

"Sure." He said as he watched buildings go by. "You can start."

"Red, yours?" His favorite color has always been red and it will always be red.

"How old are you? And when's your birthday?"

"18, and mines December 19th. Your turn to ask a different question." He said as he watched the road ahead of them.