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She smiles and awaits him patiently, she understood his distrust yet as he asked about food she chuckles. “Yupp yum,yum, but bathtime first ok? You like bubbles buddy?” She asks, leading him towards the same door sarah had gone through, there was a false wall that sperated the tub and shower areas.

Once inside she set the towel, pajamas and washcloth down and began to perpare the tub. “Can you get ready for a bath or do you need help kiddo?” She asks, kneeling down beside him and tossling his hair gently.

Verla made it back to her base and checked to make sure none of the infected got inside. They could get through the slightest cracks in the house just like mice. When it was all clear, she set her weapon and arrows down but kept them close to her. She took out a can of beans from her bag and ate them for her supper.

(along with Douglas, i would also like to include these people)
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CkjbGDkUkAA6IXZ.jpg Richard
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CfPcNzdUIAEk7hp.jpg Mike
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CiN70J5WEAEalLp.jpg Mort
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Ci2-XXoVAAE67vJ.jpg Jess
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/ChFJMNRU4AEHTbK.jpg Nick
(you could find us in a house in some neighborhood if you want?)

I highly suggest talking directly to the forum creator, instead of flooding the roleplay with this stuff^^

(What do you mean by flooding?)

(Permission to join this game?)

((yep!))

((I'm switching characters and won be playing Whit anymore))

Sarah had stumbled upon the house, only to find three dead females and a screaming little boy. She hesitated before grabbing AJ and running away from the house, into the mass of the city. She held the boy close as he screamed and cried. She tripped over some debris and tumbled to the ground, gaining several more scratches and cuts on her arms.

She curled up with AJ in her arms, finding herself unable to move suddenly. She wasn't sure why but her limbs had locked in place and she felt a sudden dizziness rise to her head as she slowly began to drift into unconsciousness, he screaming boy still in her arms.

Meanwhile At An Air Force Base: Jessica McDash is in her bed in an empty barracks. As she rises up she sighs. "Why did it have to hit us..." she mumbles to herself. She gets up and walks to the empty mess and grabs the pot of coffee and pours herself a cup. Moving to the window she looks out to the empty air field with aircraft still sitting out ready to be deployed, but nothing. not a single soul around. Jessica looks at the clock, it's hands stuck at 10:30. "Hhhhh… I'm sorry for everything..." She mutters under her breath putting a hand on a photo next to the window.


Later: Jessica is putting on her flight suit and her helmet. she grabs her grandfather's service M1911 from WWII. "I hope you guys are safe too." She says to herself. She heads out of the barracks and heads to a closed hangar. As she opens it, An F/A-18 is revealed and she puts a hand on her hip. "Time to take out this disease once and for all." She grabs a cart and hooks it up to the leading wheel of the plane. And pulls it out of the hangar. She then drives to the fuel tank and gets out. She finds a fuel truck with a full tank of fuel in it. "Perfect!" She says. She gets in it and starts it up. she pulls it back to the plane and gets out. She grabs the fueling line and hooks it to the wing tanks of the plane. "Wish I had some help getting this thing ready..." She waits for a while 'til the tanks are full in the plane and removes the fueling line and puts it back on the truck. She looks at her watch and it's already near 2:00pm. "I hope some good people are still alive..."

Jessica has now gone to the weapons depot looking for some napalm bombs and high explosive M-85 bombs to load on the loadout rails. "CRASH!" She turns and pulls out her 1911. "Who's there? Show yourself or I'll blow this place with the both of us." Waiting for a response she slowly moves forward keeping her gun ready incase of an infected one is hiding in the building. As she comes around the corner she sees a trail of blood.

"Calm down, boy." Sarah tried to move, managing to sit up the slightest bit. She cradled the boy, AJ, as she did, her breathing heavy, ragged and irregular. She fell silent, the colour having drained from her face along with all of her heart. AJ didnt calm down, screaming and shrieking and crying in fear.

Sarah debated for a moment before pulling out a small pocket bear and waving it in front of him. It was torn, old, and covered in dry blood, but it was a sacred memory to Sarah.

She sighed in relief as AJ shut up and began to giggle. She attempted to stand, only to fall back down with a sprained ankle. She grunted, starting to give up on moving.

As Jessica moves around the corner she sees a girl with a little boy. She slowly puts her 1911 away in her holster and slowly kneels down. "Shhh...It's okay." She Slowly moves forward slowly. "What's your name?" Waiting for an answer Jessica looks around for a first aid box on the walls of the building. "How did you get here? This is a classified location..."

She cleared her throat. "Sarah. Sarah Jefferson. And I really don't know. I found the little boy here and just kept running until I collapsed here. We just sorta stumbled upon it." She let out a shaky breath as she sat up on her elbows. Her face was covered in cuts and bruises.

"I'm Jessica, 2nd Lieutenant Jessica McDash, I'm the only surviving member of this airforce base." Jessica looks at the little boy and smiles. "Hey there, you hurt? Let me get you some first aid." She says as she examines the two of them. Noticing Sarah has a sprang ankle she puts her hand lightly around the swelling. "Does this hurt?" She lightly touches the outer area.

AJ wasn't too hurt, a couple of cuts here and there. He seemed good though.

When it was touched Sarah winced, clenching her eyes such and balling her hands into fists. "Yeah. Yeah that hurts."

AJ suddenly crawled over to Sarah, laying down near her stomach and using her stomach as a pillow. Sarah laughed softly, before coughing violently to the side due to the pain it caused. "Poor boy..."

"I'm afraid it's worse than sprung. You've got a dislocated ankle. Trust me, I've had this happen to me before." Jessica stands up and walks to the first aid box. "I'll need to reset it and put a brace on it." She pulls out a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a bandage wrap and a band-aid. Then she pulls out her leatherman and gets the knife blade out and wipes the blade on her thigh. "Once it's put in the brace you should be able to walk fine again." She cuts a piece of the bandage wrap to length, as she walks back she looks at Sarah and gives a reassuring kind smile. "You should at least rest and eat for a few days, you'll need it." She gets on her knees again and grabs Sarah's leg and foot. "Okay, on the count of three...THREE!" She resets the foot quickly and as painless as possible. And begins to wrap the leg tightly around. "What size of shoe do you wear? You'll need some boots to put on as to not twist it when walking or running."

She clenched her fists, unmoving so she didn't disturb the small boy who had found her quite a comfy pillow to rest against. She let out a sharp breath, sighing. "My trainers are a size four, so... Size four." She softly ran her fingers through AJ's hair, wishing she could be that innocent again. Sleep anywhere, anytime, at any place. He looked so peaceful, her heart ached. Though she wished her partner was still there with her. That was all she wanted- all she needed.

She sighed at the thought, running a hand through her own hair.

Jessica looks around for something straight and finds an old boom of a plane on the ground. "Looks like I'll have to get the torch and cut this in half." She walks back to Sarah and pulls her 1911 out and hands it to Sarah. "You should take this...It will be an hour before I get it cut and cooled for you." Jessica realized that the cart is still at the fuel tanks. "Actually, I'll be back in five." Jessica jogs back to the fuel truck and drives off to the fuel tanks out of Sarah's view.