The plague infection! ~ RP ~ Players needed!

Ethan's jaw set determinedly. "Yeah. I am gonna keep a kitten in the apocalypse. It makes perfect sense. And when did this 'we' start? You don't have to mind the cat, but I'm keeping it." Ethan didn't mention the one thing on his mind: It makes me happy, a thing I haven't been for most of my life.
"fine. Keep it. Get killed. I'm leaving. Have fun." She turned on her heel and sprinted away, crouching as she did. She kept her bow firmly in her right hand. She shifted the backpack on her shoulders, helping her to carry it better. She crouched outside the door of a burger restaurant, listening intently. Sensing no one downstairs, she crept inside.


((Fitness Friday make-ups bye))
(cya)
 
"Whatever." He dismissed. Good riddance. Ethan thought bitterly. He ran toward the downtown mall. It used to have a guard of soldiers, as they mainly got supplies from it, but most were infected, and it was left alone. He headed toward a maitenence tunnel leading to the basement.
 
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((Too bad for him. He pretty much lost every chance he has with her. Lol.))

Vira grabbed a few supplies from the restaurant, and ran out. She headed down the abandoned Main Street. The roads were overgrown. The glass shattered in cars, and buildings. She finally found the abandoned hospital. She ran inside. Just inside, she stopped at the desk in what use to be the main office. She didn't sense anything in any if the rooms on the main floor. She went from room to room. She grabbed thinks from surgical knives and other surgical tools, to band aids and gauze wrap. She grabbed some cleaning alcohol and q-tips. She stuffed it all in in her backpack. She practically cleaned out every room from its supplies. Her backpack was heavier then before. She nodded to herself in satisfaction.
 
(OMG! My mom is finally making crambrulé! She hasn't made that since we were in Oklahoma! That's, like, 6-7 years! She has to have pure cream to make it, and it's SUPER hard to get hold of! :drool I can't wait to eat it!!!)
 
Saluna scanned the labels above each door as she walked through the halls. Already, she checked if there was an infirmary next to the office, but all she found was a room filled with scattered papers. Aha, finally. A dark blue door with a black board above it, bold white letters spelling Infirmary. She carelessly opened the door and staggered, eyes widened, jaw dropped.
 
(OMG! My mom is finally making crambrulé! She hasn't made that since we were in Oklahoma! That's, like, 6-7 years! She has to have pure cream to make it, and it's SUPER hard to get hold of!
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I can't wait to eat it!!!)
(yum xD. last time I had one of those it was at a fancy party for church)
 

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