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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(I would totally make a character for Malachi to interact with, but I feel like I'm already RPing with everyone. :( @Cluckcluck1215 @chickenlittle21 might? I'm going to kill of one of my characters anyway, so if neither of them wants to, it'll just be a little while. :))
(I’m sure cc is tired of me by now :lau :lau)
(ajdkajdkakdjd I was going to interact but I was like "nah LB's probably are tired of me by now" XD I might if I can actually write something idk)
 
Malachi’s heart pounded in his chest as the monster climbed up the stairs and was soon visible. He was frozen, sweat dripped down the side of his face. I can do this. Just as long as I hit it in the head.

It is too powerful for you, you will surely be killed in this fight— I can give you all the strength you could ever need.

I don’t need anything from you, so just go away.

It is foolish to resist, you are just putting off the inevitable.

Malachi brought up his fists and let out a yell as he jumped at the monster. It had the appearance of a reptile, with scaly green skin, a long tail, and tiny eyes. The only ‘human’ quality that it retained was the bipedalism. The monster let out a shriek at its attacker before they both started rolling the stairs, nails tried grasping for something to hold onto before its back slammed against the concrete floor. Malachi started to furiously pound his knuckles into the head of the monster. The monster scratched and snapped its teeth at the man before succumbing to slow painful death. After a while of smashing his fists into the already deceased monster, he tore himself off and sat down beside it, catching his breath from that intense encounter. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He was alive. Not dead. He killed his very first monster, and there were bound to be more. Malachi looked over his bloodied hands and could feel the blood that splattered on his face. It would he appeared he just brutally murdered someone in cold blood, but he doubted those crimes mattered anymore in this world.
Alev barely knew where she was going. She had zoned out, her brain going on complete autopilot, until she heard yelling and crashing. Her slow footsteps paused. Running back to the apartment was the smartest option, but the cowards way out. She wasn't a coward. But she wasn't dumb, either. What if someone was hurt? Not that you could do anything...
So, against her better judgement, she continued down the stairs until she came across a man and what appeared to be a dead monster. Her eyes widened, looking over the scene. The man was bloody, and so were the stairs and even the walls. "Uhm...what the hell?" she definitely couldn't have found a better sentence to use in that situation.
 
Emily opened her eyes when she heard complete silence. She looked up, and then let out a scream of terror. Two monsters stood over her, unmoving, like a snake about to strike
 
Aisling poked her head around a corner and laughed. "So do you. Until we meet again."
Blake rolled his eyes. "What a weirdo." He turned in the opposite direction, and began munching on the cookie. It was really good.

Suddenly a scream met his ears. He jumped, startled, and the last bite of his cookie went flying out of his hands. Crap, he thought. He followed the sound quickly, his arm pumping.
 
One of the monsters suddenly leaped forward, grabbing Emily around the neck and picking her up. The poor kid was absolutely terrified. She let out another blood-curdling scream
 
Zayne raised an eyebrow, peering over at her with a look of curiousity. “Now I’m intrigued. What do you paint?” He asked, finishing his protein bar. He crumbled up the wrapper, throwing it in the bin like a basketball, and then moved closer to her. He sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her, fiddling with one of the hoodie strings.
"Landscapes." Jean smiled, taking the last bite of her chocolate bar and stowing the trash in her pocket. "I've painted ever since I was seven. I'm not very good, but it is kinda an outlet, ya know?"

A annoying strand of hair fell in her face. Jean sighed, letting her dark hair out of its bun, the curls falling around her shoulders. Deftly, she swiped up her hair and twisted the band around it. That's better. She thought satisfactorily.

"So, what do you like to do?" She asked, mimicking his cross-legged position and cocking her head.
 
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