I Can't Rely On Myself (ELISA)

[NPC]

Darren Johnson

His heart beat fast, so heavy that for a moment he felt as if it was about to jump right out of his chest. D.J was a whole barrel of nerves right now, he was alone and pretty damn scared. Who could blame him considering what was going on? New York City was overrun by flesh eating zombies. Like something out of a fucked up, George Romero movie only with better acting.

D.J wasn't one of these guys who went out guns blazing, head over ass not thinking about the situation before going into it. Shit no that wasn’t his style that crap would get you killed and D.J wasn’t a fan of death. Nope, D.J was more of the ‘hides in cupboards waiting for this shit to blow over’ kind of guy. He liked that plan; it was a good plan and thus far had proven pretty useful. But hiding wouldn’t be something he could do permanently and he knew this, the only way he’d survive was by finding a group he could hang with. That way, strength in numbers would sail him through to the end. But to do that, he needed to get out of this damn cupboard.

He had no idea how the hell he’d managed to climb into such a small space, it was barely a hole in the wall right now. The man kept quiet, always listening to the outside. He could hear movement around the bar in which he was located. He had squeezed himself into the small cupboard behind the bar and was sitting waiting for things to go quiet and then he’d surface. Only, they never did go quiet and he really had to pee. D.J bit his lip, trying his best not to let this little matter get in the way of his ‘stealth mission’ but he couldn’t hold it in any longer...he really had to go.

“Uh...fuck it..” he cursed, sighing as he pushed open the door. The man crawled across the floor behind the bar, keeping low and only having himself to keep him calm. He didn’t want to look up, he didn’t want to see how many of those things were on the other side of the bar...he just wanted to pee.

“...Partyin'..partyin'...yeah....Partyin'..partyin'...yeah...” he quietly sung to himself, almost in a whisper as he crawled along nearing to the backroom door. It was merely to stop him freaking out, because right now he was about to crap himself. D.J was a coward, he wouldn’t have said boo to a ghost.

“..fun..fun..fun...fun...Lookin' forward to the weekend....” he continued to sing quietly, finally reaching the door. D.J jumped up and pushed the door open, before quickly slamming it shut behind him. He sighed leaning against the door, taking deep breaths as he did. He readjusted the hat on his head, before pushing himself off the door “...Rebecca Black...i hate your stupid ass...” he muttered heading into the toilet at the end of the hallway. D.J felt as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders now, because honestly being locked up in a small space like that with a full bladder just wasn’t cool.

D.J finished and continued to hum the rest of his song as he made his way over to the sink to wash his hands. The man froze up hearing a sound coming from outside of the door. He crept along and stood opposite the door watching, his eyes dropped beneath the door where a shadow could be seen on the other side. He whined, placing his back up against the door and held the small hand gun in both hands pointing it at the door as he did “Oh god...i know I never pray or go to church, but I’m praying now and hey, if this shit blows over...i’ll go to church. Well, I’ll try to go to church. Just don’t let those mother fuckers eat me...i’m too pretty to die.” He pleaded, keeping his eyes on the door and waited.

[Elisa Richmond]

Elisa Richmond

How long had Elisa been situated here? Even she had lost count of how many hours she had spent trying to evade the slow and methodical movements of the zombies. She had managed to make it this far without any help, really relying on her skills as a sharpshooter and an amateur hunter to pull her through the scarily eerie situations. It had all started a long time ago and she had lost count of how many days she had ran for her life and tried to use her god given skills to try her best to survive this massacre that everyone seemed to be stuck in. She had survived due to pitching a stake in someone else’s pickup truck, driving it throughout the city trying to find some semblance of safety from the outside world. Of course what would happen when that pickup truck ran out of fuel would be one of the reasons she had found herself here.

The truck had broken down less than a few hours ago and instead of trying to press on, she hit some sort of epiphany, in order to survive in this world she needed to gather a team of people who were willing to do as she asked. After all, the amount of lives she had saved that first day by burning a building down had been far greater than the casualties. She was surely a great leader in both heart and spirit, but what was a leader without a team too lead; possibly an overmedicated psychopath.

Thus this is what had led her to climb backwards through a window into some sort of bathroom by the looks of it. Cracks painted the tiles on the walls and the mirrors were thick with some musky debris which cluttered them all. The stale stench of urine filled the air and it twinged at Elisa’s nostrils as she almost threw up where she was and she would have, had the noise not been loud enough to cause at least someone to investigate; hence why she refrained from spilling her guts all over the floor. She had still been dressed in her work uniform, it being a valuable asset to what she was doing. The outfit was enough to send a signal that she wasn’t really a threat, of course when that bait was taken; Elisa would revert back to her true self and use the situation to her advantage.

Finding a large bin on the edge of the room, she lifted the lid to see it was mostly empty. It seemed with all of this chaos, people had forgotten what bins were. Of course for her they were something more as useful containers; they made great hiding spots too. With Elisa’s petite nature helping her, she climbed into the bin before putting the lid back on and having both her hands on her holsters just in case anything went down. It was so ingenious that Elisa had to smile to herself and congratulate her own hard efforts.

It didn’t take long for someone to come along, the door opening with a creak giving him away to Elisa almost immediately. Soon, the air was filled was a familiar tune, one which she wanted to drown out of her head the instant it clicked inside her own head. With both guns in both hands, she used one of them to open the bin slightly, revealing to Elisa the man that stood there. This was almost way to easy.

Remaining silent for the time being, Elisa waited until she heard a distant set of footsteps. At first, she simply hoped that the man here had a friend with him, but assuming from the panic in his voice, that was a no. Quickly jumping up from her position and locking her guns onto the stranger, Elisa knew that she could win the upper hand in this situation if she played her cards right.

”’kay Rambo, drop it b’fore ah drop yew” she said in a silent tone that was loud enough for the other stranger to hear. ”N’ if ah here one more bar ahh that shit, ah will shot yewr ass” she spoke, her tone fairly serious. Hopefully he wouldn’t try anything stupid; after all, she had two guns and he only had one. Plus from this close, she was bound not to miss.

[NPC]

Darren Johnson

Darren Johnson wasn't your typical kind of hero. He wasn't the kind of guy who ran into a situation in a blaze of glory. Sure, he stepped his game up quite a bit ever since this whole fucking zombie apocalypse thing had begun to go down... But D.J. was still far more talk than he was anything else. The young man didn't like to rush into anything without a plan. Shit, he didn't like to rush into anything at all unless he knew that he was going to be okay. D.J. didn't like this fucked up world he was now stuck living in... To make matters worse he had some hellish song stuck in his head and he couldn't quite shake it out. The young man was stuck in an apocalyptic world, singing the God awful words of Rebecca Black... Now, that was some fucked up shit if he ever saw some. Darren wasn't a coward... But he wasn't stupid either... And right now, hiding in a cupboard seemed like the safest and best way to ensure his own survival. The young man wasn't above anything if it meant that he could survive.

Darren kept his eyes peeled like a hawk as he emerged from the cupboard slowly. Even though the safety of the cupboard had ensured his survival... He wasn't about to die in there. The young man stood up behind the bar where he had been hiding. Darren had expected a horde of those soulless spawns of Satan to be waiting for him when he got out of his hiding place... But right now... It seemed as though the coast was clear... There was nothing coming at him or trying to eat him alive. Darren had been washing his hands... When he'd heard a noise. Instantly, the young man turned around with his pistol clutched tightly between his two hands. Darren wasn't very accustomed with a weapon... But he'd learn to make due when all this had come down and started to go to hell. Survival... If surviving meant using a hand gun, then well Darren was sure going to do so. The young man aimed it towards the door and began to pray...

Yet, what Darren saw next surprised the hell out of him... Something popped up out of the... garbage can next to the doorway. A young girl was now standing, pointing two guns at Darren. D.J.'s first reaction was to bust out laughing... And so he did. As the young man chuckled, he lowered his pistol slightly. "Shit girl... I almost shot your stupid ass..." For a moment, Darren paused slightly. "Now, listen sweetheart... I'm not gonna shoot you... See?" Darren paused as he put his pistol away. "Now why don't you put those guns away and step out of the trash..." Once more, Darren paused as he smiled widely. "Look, I'll make you a deal... You put the guns and I'll stop singing..."

[Elisa Richmond]

Elisa Richmond

Elisa had never been known for being a rational kind of person but more as someone who acted on impulse and reached to the furthest depths of her own mind in order to sustain her own mentality and survival. For her, fear was nothing she could take and in order to move forward in this topsy-turvy world she had to be ready to shoot her way out of any situation and be capable of taking it into her own hands. She was the person who would always show a level of courage that could be fathomed mainly because she wasn’t afraid to kick it into high gear and do what she needed to do to survive. Courage had always been something that came fairly easy to Elisa and perhaps that was the reason why she was excelling in this game of wits with the zombies. She wasn’t willing to let anyone go without a fight because in a world where nothing was what it seemed, Elisa had to be more cautious and careful of everything around her.

The man whom she had kept her eyes locked on seemed to jump as she popped up from her rather ingenious hiding spot. Sure it might not have been the most sanitary place to hide but from where she was, she had a tactical advantage and right now that was all that mattered. Most people would have thought it was sheer force that was gonna get them out of this situation but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. They needed to use their brains. It was pathetic how he thought that she wasn’t a real threat because the fact was that she was skilled at what she did. Her eyes did not drop from the man, nor did her hands drop to her sides.

”D’ats funneh cause d’is stewpid ass made ya scream like a schoolgirl n’ heat” she replied, the start of a smirk starting to form onto her face as she kept her guard up for the time being. Sure he hardly seemed like a threat but that didn’t mean nothing to her. She had never judged a book by its cover and she’d be damned if she was gonna start now. ”Cut dah crap, ah aint some helpless little chickenshit like yew. Dah truth is ah can drop yew faster d’an you can drop me” she spoke, her voice full to the brim with confidence at the moment. He was wise enough to put his gun away but Elisa was still wary of his actions. She didn’t want to let her guard down right now. Survival of the fittest and all of that.

She chuckled at him as he had the nerve to give her an ultimatum, he was ballsy and she would give him that but Elisa was too caught up to really comply. ”Ahh think d’at its adorable that yew think yew have a choice ‘ere” Elisa spoke triumphantly, she held all the cards here and she was not about to let that go.

[NPC]

Darren Johnson

D.J was pretty sure that he was going to need a change of underwear if he continued on like this. Zombies man, they creeped him the fuck out. Of course, most people refrained from using the Z-word..for the reason of it being a) kind of stupid and b)...even more fucking creepy. He'd saw those Romero movie's and they never ended well, never did you see the people in them riding off into the sunset happy..nope, because there was always one of those mother fuckers lurking just when you thought it was safe..BAM! cannibal fucker! Sadly, this wasn't a movie, no one was ready to shout cut and they were done filming..this was real life and right now, D.J was about to crap his pants.

He'd been comforted by the sound of his own voice and the company of Rebecca blacks Friday..a shit song, but one that he couldn't get out of his head right now and strangely a song that seemed to calm the man down. Even so, he managed to get to the bathroom without being eaten and sought refuge inside whilst needing to seriously take a leak. When he got there however, he was soon no longer alone. D.J got his gun ready and shortly found himself facing off a brunette. She was armed, better off then he was...shit..that meant he'd be the bitch. She'd probably steal his gun and leave him here to piss his pants...god..he really needed to pee right now.

”D’ats funneh cause d’is stewpid ass made ya scream like a schoolgirl n’ heat” She remarked, yeah she was right..he had squealed like a bitch after being startled by her. She wasn't backing down and right now all he could think about was waterfalls and taps running, he needed to pee ”Cut dah crap, ah aint some helpless little chickenshit like yew. Dah truth is ah can drop yew faster d’an you can drop me” she said.D.J raised a brow "...Oh baby girl, now that's just rude. You don't even know me." D.J half smirked at her.

”Ahh think d’at its adorable that yew think yew have a choice ‘ere” D.J sighed defeated, as he raised his hands to show he wasn't a threat "Fine, I don't care...I just want to take a piss, that's all...If you going to hold me up like this, I guess that means you're gonna have to come hold it for me..unless you put your guns down and we call a truce...either way I'm going to take a piss...with or without your assistance.." The man told her, a small smile on his lips as he began to move to the stall.