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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Emily ran through the hallways, trying to get out of the building as fast as she could. She grabbed onto the door and pulled as hard as she could. It didn't budge. "Come on, door! Open!" She yelled at it. Then she saw the words on the handle. Push. "Oh." She pushed the door and it opened easily
 
Emily ran through the hallways, trying to get out of the building as fast as she could. She grabbed onto the door and pulled as hard as she could. It didn't budge. "Come on, door! Open!" She yelled at it. Then she saw the words on the handle. Push. "Oh." She pushed the door and it opened easily
(I literally do that all the time, lol)
 
"You obviously haven't seen my legs then." Blake grunted as he kicked a monster back. "Not that I'd want you to see them."
"I do Irish Dance. I could probably kick a prison door open if I wanted to." Aisling said. She began to do a quick-step hornpipe straight towards the monsters. She jumped into the air and did a brush-click, immediately tearing off a monster's nose.
 
Jean stood off the couch. "You wanna go help?" She stuck out her hand to help him up.

Zayne hesitated, before grabbing her hand and pulling himself up. “Sure, why not,” He said, frowning. “Let me get my bag first.”
Once his backpack was securely fastened on his shoulders, Zayne worked on unboarding the front door, his knife gripped tightly in his hand. “You ready?” He asked, cracking the door open.
 
"I do Irish Dance. I could probably kick a prison door open if I wanted to." Aisling said. She began to do a quick-step hornpipe straight towards the monsters. She jumped into the air and did a brush-click, immediately tearing off a monster's nose.
"Why would you be in a prison in the first place?" Blake smirked as he watched her.
 
Zayne hesitated, before grabbing her hand and pulling himself up. “Sure, why not,” He said, frowning. “Let me get my bag first.”
Once his backpack was securely fastened on his shoulders, Zayne worked on unboarding the front door, his knife gripped tightly in his hand. “You ready?” He asked, cracking the door open.
Jean picked her kitchen knife up, a grin on her face. "Ready as I'll ever be." She strolled forward until she was right behind him and gave him a thumbs up.
 
"Well, I don't know." For once, Aisling looked confused. Then her face returned to her normal sassy self. She did a jump two three and grinned as she watched a monster fall over in pain
Blake shook his head, ramming his shoulder into one monster. It absorbed his attack, however, and his shoulder stuck to where it hit. Pain split through his body, and he grunted.
 

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