The Monster Inside ***An apocalyptic thriller RP***

Is this a good idea?

  • Yes, you should make some more of these types of thriller RPs!!!

  • Yeah, I guess it's kinda cool, but a little scary for my taste.

  • Nah, too freaky. *bundles in blanket to ward off bad guys*

  • Yes, I think it's a cool idea, but I would prefer if you made other types of RPs.


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Zayne snorted, looking himself up and down for any unusual features. “No, I don’t think so,” he said, looking back at her. But how could I know for sure? What if I’m infected, but not showing symptoms yet?
"Ah, good," Jean sighed. There were some things that she should probably keep to herself.

You're thinking about me, aren't you?

A large crash sounded at the end of the hallway behind her, and she squealed, spinning around and pointing the knife in front of herself.
 
"Ah, whatever," Blake grumbled, waving his hand at her dismissively. "Where are your parents? You look too young to be here by yourself."
Aisling gapped at him. "Well, excuse you. My parents were killed by the monsters." Her eyes flashed. "I'm also 19, for your own information. What about you? I think you're a little underage to be here alone." She smiled innocently
 
Aisling gapped at him. "Well, excuse you. My parents were killed by the monsters." Her eyes flashed. "I'm also 19, for your own information. What about you? I think you're a little underage to be here alone." She smiled innocently
(Oops I got her age mixed up with Emily, lol.)

"Me?" Blake asked, a dry laugh escaping his lips. "How young do you think I am?"
 
"Ah, good," Jean sighed. There were some things that she should probably keep to herself.

You're thinking about me, aren't you?

A large crash sounded at the end of the hallway behind her, and she squealed, spinning around and pointing the knife in front of herself.

As the noise echoed through the building, Zayne tightened his grip on the knife, raising it up. “What- what was that?” He asked in hushed voice, his eyes darting around the hallway, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He silently prayed it wasn’t a monster, but he knew the two of them weren’t going to be that lucky.
He glanced down at the knife in his hands, wishing he had a better weapon, preferably one that could be used from further away. This’ll have to work for now, Zayne thought, adjusting his grip and taking a few steps away from the noise.
 
As the noise echoed through the building, Zayne tightened his grip on the knife, raising it up. “What- what was that?” He asked in hushed voice, his eyes darting around the hallway, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He silently prayed it wasn’t a monster, but he knew the two of them weren’t going to be that lucky.
He glanced down at the knife in his hands, wishing he had a better weapon, preferably one that could be used from further away. This’ll have to work for now, Zayne thought, adjusting his grip and taking a few steps away from the noise.
"I don't know, and I don't want to find out." Jean grimaced at her shaky voice. She backed up with Zayne, heart pounding. Oh, what she wouldn't do to be back with her parents. This was way more exciting, yes, but it would be more enjoyable if she didn't feel as if she were going to die at any moment.
She jumped as the elevator at the end of the hallway dinged, and the doors opened.
 

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