For You [Osirus]

[MICHELLE KUMAKURA]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; margin-top: 20px; padding-top: 30px; font-size: 18px; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -3px;]NEVER FORGET, NEVER REGRET —[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; background-color: #212121; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: arial; width: 450px; padding: 1px;]THAT ISOLATED SHELL OF PROTECTION EXISTS NEVERMORE.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; color: #606060;]WORDS 702 MUSE zombie fics TAGGED Osirus NOTES Sorry, I made a story on my own... if you don't like this, I can always edit it![/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; background-color: #f3f3f3; text-align: justify; width: 430px; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 7px solid #111111;] No, Michelle wouldn't call it stalking. In a zombie apocalypse, there was no such thing as "stalking." No, she was closely following him. Why? To get more information about the man that saved her. So that's why she was hiding on a roof across the road of his house... at 7:00 in the morning. After following him around for the last week or so, Michelle knew that he left relatively early in the morning... probably to escape the heat. Michelle coughed awkwardly. Of course, that wasn't stalking, it wasn't stalking at all. Michelle sniffed. The cold air always seemed to make her nose unbearably runny. She pulled her sweater over her arms and rubbed her hands to warm up. The man owned a rather nice looking house. It had a large back yard surrounded by a high stone fence... a suspiciously red fence. She watched the man long enough to know that he'd peek over the fence before leaving. A-And she didn't know this because she was a stalker or anything! No, she was following him around for a different reason. When she was wandering around different shopping malls in Henderson a week ago, she accidentally got found by the undead paparazzi. Unfortunately, there was a newly turned one in the group and Michelle was not fast enough to run away. So when the alpha zombie tackled her to the ground, Michelle squeezed her eyes shut not wanting to see the bite. Yet, instead of a bite, she felt the zombie's body collapse on her. Unable to bear the suspense, Michelle opened her eyes. To say that she saw made her happy would be a slight lie. To her relief, the zombie was dead... but it's half-severed head and body was still on top of her. The top half of its head lay a couple feet to the side. Too terrified to think logically, Michelle pushed the body off of her and ran. She had to escape from everything: the zombies, her blood-soaked clothes, the rancid smell... She didn't know how long it took to get her sanity back. She stopped running yet it took a while to slow her breathing and her heart. That was the closest she had ever been to death. She couldn't believe that she managed to survive. How... how did she survive? At that moment, Michelle realized that something... no, someone had saved her... and Michelle abandoned that person. Guilt flooded Michelle. She had to go back to help, to make sure that person was okay. They sacrificed their life for her, so Michelle had to deal with her fear and run back. She was surprised to see a man standing there surrounded by dead zombies. He held a sword in his hand, probably a Japanese sword. He wore a yellow and black hoodie and jeans. Surprisingly, the man didn't look afraid at all. If anything, it looked like he had a lot of fun. There was something off about that man, mentally speaking. Yet, Michelle was glad to see that he was okay. She wanted to repay him for saving her... yet how? It wasn't like she could just walk up to him saying, "Hi! I'm the girl that you saved. Although I abandoned you in the end, I wanted to say 'thank you.'" No, she had to be subtle about it. She didn't deserve to show her face in front of the man she abandoned. And that's what brought her on this roof 7:00 in the morning. She had to repay him, her conscious forced her to. Yet, the man was freaky. It seemed like killing zombies was a sport to him. A sport in which he lived for. While the man was logical, he had no fear. He adapted to the zombie environment so well that he did not need any help surviving. And because of this fact, Michelle could not find anything she could do to repay him. So, that's why she waited. Maybe if she followed him around enough, she'd find something he would need help with. Then her dues would be paid. [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[OSIRUS SNYDER]

Wake up, yawn, go to the bathroom, eat, get dressed. The same old daily routine that Osirus always went through. Today he was on the fence about whether or not he'd go zombie hunting, or a simple stroll. Zombie hunting was always the best option, but it was never a good idea to push himself too far. You have to have a day off every once and a while. Spending a day gathering supplies didn't count either. Those days were just as tense as days when he was hunting. Actually... Every day was tense when you lived in a world with the undead shambling, and some running, around. It was just a little less tense when your life didn't depend on you completing a task before the day was out.

Idly, he'd grab his sword and bag, securing both to his back. Regardless of what he decided on, he wasn't going to stay in this house any longer. Idleness was fine, he had a nice collection of drawings that he drew while he lazed about the house. It was just a last resort that he decided on if it was absolutely unbearably hot, or it was otherwise inadvisable to go out that day.

As always, he would exit the backyard and stretch a bit. Then he would peak out to see if there was any zombies. Today, he didn't leave immediately after seeing that the coast was as clear as he could tell. Lately, he had that prickling feeling of being watched. He passed it off as paranoia, of course, and started out the back gate and down the 'safe' path. He was contemplating going to the school again today. The park would have been nice if it wasn't for the stench. These were the things that he focused his thoughts on. Not once did it occur to him that he might have a stalker. Hell, he probably wouldn't have even realized why he was being stalked. The girl he'd happened to save from a few zombies wasn't his priority, or of any concern to him. It was information to be dumped immediately.

Because of this, he was able to easily wander down the street and enjoy the chill of the morning in peace. His only worry being coming across zombies, and even then, it was a welcome occurrence so long as he had the upper hand in the situation.

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[MICHELLE KUMAKURA]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; margin-top: 20px; padding-top: 30px; font-size: 18px; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -3px;]NEVER FORGET, NEVER REGRET —[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; background-color: #212121; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: arial; width: 450px; padding: 1px;]THAT ISOLATED SHELL OF PROTECTION EXISTS NEVERMORE.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; color: #606060;]WORDS 344 MUSE zombie fics TAGGED Osirus NOTES :P[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; background-color: #f3f3f3; text-align: justify; width: 430px; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 7px solid #111111;]Michelle's heart soared when she saw the backdoor open. He was finally out. About time! She was about to catch a cold from staying on the roof too long. Time to get to work! While the man was stretching, Michelle quietly hopped climbed off of the roof and hopped down onto the asphalt road. She ran behind the house and peeked over. The man took a bit longer than usual to leave. Michelle's gasped quietly. What if he knew that she was following him?! Michelle bit her lip. Should she just come out clean or... She shook her head. She quickly turned and pressed her back against the wall when the gate opened. She waited a couple seconds before peeking back at the yard. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw the man heading down the road. She paused before quietly sneaking off down the alleyway to the road. Surprisingly, it was hard to follow the man without getting caught. The man was very observant. Michelle had to run in a strange way to keep her feet from loudly slapping the floor. Yet, she could not run too fast or her machete and multitool would make too much noise in her bag. She peeked around the corner when she reached the end of the alleyway. Thankfully, the man was still walking away from her. She grinned. She might of looked stupid when doing that strange run but it was worth it in the end. He didn't hear a thing! Michelle waited a bit until the man was quite a ways in front of her. Quietly, Michelle began sneaking out from her hiding place. Her eyes widened as her foot slipped when she stepped in a puddle. She couldn't help but curse loudly when she landed with a loud splash. Michelle quickly scrambled back behind the corner. "Damn it..." Michelle cried under her breath as her heart started to beat faster. She froze in fear. She really hoped the man didn't hear her. Being caught soaking wet, knees skinned, and absolutely miserable would really suck. [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[OSIRUS SNYDER]

The man would continue along on his little journey. All the while he had no idea that he was being stalked. His not knowing wouldn't last much longer though, he walked through an alley, and all was going alright. Then he heard the noise of something in a puddle. Of course, this alerted Osirus who was listening closely for zombies. Immediately, his hand went to his sword. Soon after the splash, there was the sound of cursing. Even though this indicated the noise was probably made by someone who wasn't undead, he followed through with his movement and moved to point it at the creature that decided to surprise him.

What he found was nothing in the immediate area. At least this made him relax slightly. If they had the mind to hide after making noise like that, it most definitely was someone who was alive. Not only that, but there were no zombies as far as he could see, so she, he thought it was a she from the voice, hadn't made the noise because she was being attacked. Still, he remained alert. The hiding indicated she must have not wanted to be seen, so she could have been a robber. Not only that, but the noise could have attracted a zombie that was nearby. He didn't mind a fight, but he hated being off guard.

Carefully, he'd backtrack, careful not to let himself get jumped. Eventually, he would get to the corner, and when he did he would quickly turn around it, moving to aim his sword at her. His aim was a bit off, as he was expecting someone a little taller, but none the less he simply adjusted his aim so that the sword was pointed at her chest. "What do you want?" he'd ask with a firm tone. She was young, so his goal was to intimidate her. Her age made him wary that there might be others so he quickly followed up by saying "Are you alone?" Once the questions were through he'd take a good look at her. She seemed quite pitiful, probably the result of falling in the puddle. It almost made Osirus feel bad for her. Almost.

( Notes; Don't be sorry, mine are always short. :c )

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[MICHELLE KUMAKURA]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; margin-top: 20px; padding-top: 30px; font-size: 18px; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -3px;]NEVER FORGET, NEVER REGRET —[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; background-color: #212121; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: arial; width: 450px; padding: 1px;]THAT ISOLATED SHELL OF PROTECTION EXISTS NEVERMORE.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; color: #606060;]WORDS 411 MUSE zombie fics TAGGED Osirus NOTES mmm :3 how will he react~! btw, rainsford & zaroff are from the most dangerous game[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; background-color: #f3f3f3; text-align: justify; width: 430px; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 7px solid #111111;]Michelle yelped when a sword came out of nowhere narrowly missing her head. Her heart dropped when she saw the man quickly round the corner. Crap! That was the only thought that went through her mind. Yet the thought was practically on continuous repeat at the highest volume. When he pointed the sword to her chest, she pressed her back against the wall in fear. She wished she could just melt into the wall. No, even better, Michelle just wanted to bang her head into the wall. She already was soaked to the bone and her knees were bleeding. Moreover, she was caught because she stupidly committed an idiot's blunder. Did the whole world just hate her?! She avoided the man's gaze as she searched all around to formulate an escape plan. She followed the man enough to know that he killed zombies for fun. No sane person would ever do that. What if he tried to kill her? What if he let her escape just to try and kill her just like a game?! Orcas did that with their prey! It'd be just like Rainsford and Zaroff but in the end, Michelle wouldn't win! Michelle bit her lip. She really had to stop reading scary stories before she went to sleep. She bit her lip and shook her head. She had to be brave. She looked up and glared at the man. She faltered a bit under his gaze. He looked a bit scary from far away but seeing him this close uped the scary factor by ten. She almost shrank back yet she quickly gained back her bearings. Michelle couldn't show fear. Bad guys used people's fear and exploited it. Michelle had to be strong. Yet what should she say? "I... wasn't following you at all!" Michelle wanted to slap herself after those words clambered out of her mouth. Suave... very suave. What happened to Michelle in her younger years. She could talk herself out of any situation! Michelle tried again, "Can't a girl walk around without a crazy person waving a sword around?!" Michelle wanted to reward herself. That came out much better. At this point, Michelle care less if she was caught. Well... she did, but she didn't want to let the man think that he had control over her. Michelle had her pride, damn it, and she wasn't going to hand it over easily. [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[OSIRUS SNYDER]

Osirus's expression of distaste intensified, and his grip on his sword tightened, when the girl mentioned that she'd been following him. Well, she said she hadn't been following him, but it was all to obvious that, that was indeed what the girl had been doing. She wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed if she managed to make a fumble like that. He expected her to answer his second question, but the next thing that came out of her mouth was not at all related to anything. It was actually backtracking on what she'd said... well, not exactly, but since the implications were there, it was backtracking.

Regardless, it irritated the man and caused him to press his sword a little bit closer to the girl. "No she can't." he'd say "Especially when she's following me around. I don't appreciate being followed, and I don't appreciate liars either." His tone was hard and steady. One might even go so far as to say his tone was cold. "You say you weren't following me. Then why did you hide?" A small cold smirk found it's way onto his face. "I don't buy it for a second." he'd continue on after a moments pause.

"Answer my second question." At this point, Osirus would move the sword up to rest against the girls shoulder, just barely touching the girls neck. "Are you alone? Or are you working with someone else?" he'd question coldly, still making sure to keep alert. If she wasn't alone, then he should expect an ambush. If there was zombies in the area, he would need to be ready to assault them. If there was both... he'd use the ambushers as bait before taking the zombies, and then them down. Not that he ever enjoyed taking down living prey.

( Notes; If anything doesn't make sense I blame being half-asleep. )

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[MICHELLE KUMAKURA]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; margin-top: 20px; padding-top: 30px; font-size: 18px; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -3px;]NEVER FORGET, NEVER REGRET —[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; background-color: #212121; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: arial; width: 450px; padding: 1px;]THAT ISOLATED SHELL OF PROTECTION EXISTS NEVERMORE.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; color: #606060;]WORDS 466 MUSE zombie fics TAGGED Osirus NOTES it's hard not to write Michelle as a tsun-tsun...[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; background-color: #f3f3f3; text-align: justify; width: 430px; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 7px solid #111111;]Michelle wanted to cry, she really did. The man was scary. He was really super scary. She pressed her back even harder into the wall as she stood on her tiptoes. She really didn't think her life would end this way. She thought she'd die surrounded by zombies in some abandoned alleyway or something like that. She never expected that she'd get killed by the man who saved her life. She shrank back when his voice went icy cold. He really was crazy. He was going to kill her. She eeped when the cold metal slightly brushed against her neck. She couldn't hold it in already. The Hoover Dam broke. Hot tears slid down her cheeks like buckets. She had enough. She was frightened, wet, threatened, slightly injured, and now crying. Her pride took so much of a beating that she just wanted to kill herself. All she wanted to do was to find some way to repay him. Instead, she caused the man to hate her. Her day couldn't get any worse. She glared at the man slightly hurt at his distrust even though it was justified. "I..." She paused when she felt a sob climb its way up her throat. No way. Sure there might be tears running down her eyes, but she was not going to allow herself to sob in front of the man too. "O-Of course I'm alone! I have no reason to be with anyone else! Moreso, why in the world would I try to attack the man that saved my life?!" She exclaimed angrily. Michelle wiped the tears from her eyes. She must have looked so pathetic. She was seventeen years old and she was crying like a child. She really hated herself. Michelle's tirade died down when she realized the volume of her voice. Just because the alleyways were clear at the moment, it didn't mean they weren't anywhere to be found. She bit her lip as anger left her and guilt settled in. Here she was yelling at the man who saved her life. He had every reason to be furious at her. Her head hung down as she covered her eyes with a hand. A new wave of tears threatened to overflow. "I wanted to repay you for saving my life... you just make it impossible to do so. It's like you were made for this world. You're just so annoyingly good at surviving that I can't find anything to give you in return," Michelle admitted red-faced. She really hated the man. He just seemed so perfect... in the zombie apocalypse sort of way. She couldn't do anything in return. Such people shouldn't exist. It just wasn't fair. [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[OSIRUS SNYDER]

When the girl started crying, his expression dropped to one of irritated disbelief. Really? That's all it took to make her cry? Osirus couldn't help, but let out a sigh at this. At least, it seemed, she could still try to be strong when she was crying. That was a minor plus for her in his mind, but that plus was easily erased by the fact that she was being tough by trying to call all the zombies around them with the volume of her voice. He couldn't decide whether she was stupid or putting on an act. He was leaning towards the former. At least, it seemed that she realized that she was being stupid with the volume of her voice, because the next time she spoke, her voice was lower.

What she said was of mild interest to him. He'd saved her before? He couldn't recall. "I won't justify your stupidity by explaining why you would be with anyone else." he'd say simply with a roll of his eyes. Then he would pull his sword away from her while saying. "I don't remember saving you." He'd end it with a shrug as his hand rested by his side. His grip on his sword was slightly tense, he didn't want to get surprised by any zombies attracted by her words. Another sigh escaped his lips as he contemplated how much time he was wasting with this girl. Glancing at her, he got a thought. She was here, and she'd already caused him problems, so why not mess with her a little? It'd be good repayment for being a bother today, and she seemed to be big on repaying people. It'd be fine.

"But... If you want to repay me, and you can't find anything in terms of survival..." he'd speak in a slow and deliberate way, a creepy smile finding it's way onto his face. "You're a girl and I'm a guy with needs." After seeing her cry just because he pointed his sword at he he wondered what her reaction to this would be. He was somewhat convinced that she was stupid, though, and she might not even get what he was trying to say. Hopefully, her reaction would be interesting.

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[MICHELLE KUMAKURA]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; margin-top: 20px; padding-top: 30px; font-size: 18px; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -3px;]NEVER FORGET, NEVER REGRET —[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; background-color: #212121; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: arial; width: 450px; padding: 1px;]THAT ISOLATED SHELL OF PROTECTION EXISTS NEVERMORE.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; color: #606060;]WORDS 322 MUSE zombie fics TAGGED Osirus NOTES reads cbox archives... feels guilty... o(；△；)o[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; background-color: #f3f3f3; text-align: justify; width: 430px; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 7px solid #111111;]Michelle felt a flash of irritation when she felt his gaze on her. He looked at her as if she were a total idiot. Yet how could anyone not at like a total dolt when a sword was pressed at their neck?! If he was in her situation, he'd probably act like an idiot too! She already felt totally humiliated. Didn't have the man have enough fun? Apparently not. Her heart sunk when a creepy grin grew upon his lips. Whatever he was going to say next was not good. Michelle stared at the man in utter disbelief as his words gradually sunk in. She spent enough time in school surrounded by horny teenagers to know what it meant. He really wasn't thinking about... no! He couldn't have meant that. He was messing with her! He totally was! Michelle's heart started to thud heavily in her ears. She really wished denial would sink in by then. Michelle's arm slowly moved to her backpack pocket. Thankfully, her multitool was already switched to it's blade function. If she was going to get raped, there was no way she would let herself go down without a fight. "I refuse," She replied quickly. If this was how the man was really like, then Michelle did not want anything to do with him. "Sorry, but I'm not that type of girl," Michelle informed as disgust dripped into her voice. She was scared, she really was, yet she was not going to stand there and let herself get raped. Moreso, she was indebted to the man, but she was not going to sink to the level of prostitution to repay him. Michelle wasn't that weak. She glanced around at the alleyways yet again. She had to bolt before something ended up happening... and she sure as hell was not going to wait around to see just what would happen. [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[OSIRUS SNYDER]

Well, that was a disappointing reaction. He wanted her to cry or something. Osirus didn't expect compliance, but he also didn't expect her to plainly refuse like that. Now he wasn't sure what to do. Her lack of an interesting reaction stunted his plans and left him clueless. He could continue on with the little game, but he just didn't have the motivation after he didn't get the initial reaction he wanted. After a seconds though, Osirus would sigh. "Well, you're no fun at all." he'd say before taking a step back and stroking his chin. "If you won't entertain me like that, then you're close to useless." The man had hoped that the girl would provide him with some entertainment so that he wouldn't have to go out seeking fun, but it turned out he'd have to take matters into his own hands and find some zombies or something like that.

"If that's all you've got, I'll be going now." he'd tell her "There's no reason for me to waste my time with useless people." Osirus didn't even wait for her to give an argument or try to convince him to stay, not that he expected her to, and turned to walk down the side walk. He was back on square one and it was disappointing. Maybe instead of hunting zombies he would go find a video store and grab a couple of movies. It'd been a while since he last watched one. It'd be kind of funny to watch a zombie flick or something of that nature. Thinking about it, it was funny that not too long ago, zombies were something of a myth. Just a story that you told yo entertain yourself and your friends.

(Notes: Sorry that the post took so long, and sorry that it sucks. @_@ gotta get back in the groove.)

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[MICHELLE KUMAKURA]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; margin-top: 20px; padding-top: 30px; font-size: 18px; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -3px;]NEVER FORGET, NEVER REGRET —[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; background-color: #212121; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: arial; width: 450px; padding: 1px;]THAT ISOLATED SHELL OF PROTECTION EXISTS NEVERMORE.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; color: #606060;]WORDS 471 MUSE zombie fics TAGGED Osirus NOTES tired... o(；△；)o[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; background-color: #f3f3f3; text-align: justify; width: 430px; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 7px solid #111111;]Michelle stared at the man in utter disbelief as he walked away. "Useless people?!" Was this a test of sort? Did she not react in the way that he wanted her to? Michelle's cheeks flushed in anger. This wasn't "all she got." What an arrogant asshole of a prick! How the hell was she supposed to act when she had a fricking sword pressed up against her throat?! She wasn't batshit insane like him! She couldn't be brave when her life was threatened! She wasn't some kind of noble heroic protagonist, after all. She was a seventeen year old girl away from home in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Of course, the man must have thought he was so strong with his sword and all that yet if the roles were switched, he'd probably react in the same way... maybe. "Like hell you're getting laid with an attitude like that," Michelle spat at the wall. Her pride hoped the man would hear yet her common sense hoped he wouldn't. The man must have thought he was all that for scaring a seventeen year old girl. Fine, if he wanted to be a total asshole, she didn't feel obligated to help him anymore. Hell, she wouldn't half mind leading the zombies to the man. Yet, Michelle knew that she wasn't a murderer, no matter how much she was humiliated. Knowing her luck, she'd probably get killed in the process. Michelle sighed. She had enough douchebaggery to deal with for the day. She was ready to just go home and bury herself in self-pity. Her heart sunk when she turned down the alley to leave. There, walking across, was a zombie. Michelle clamped her hands around her mouth and dashed around the corner onto the sidewalk. She peeked around the corner to see a small horde of zombies heading off in the opposite direction. All were not newly turned ones, thankfully. Still, Michelle did not want to get herself surrounded by any type of zombie. Yet, the only other way home was the way the man was walking. Michelle sighed as the dilemma weighed heavily on her mind. Deal with death or humiliation... They were practically the same thing... Michelle took out her machete and started off in the direction of the man. She avoided his gaze when she ran past him. She'd rather go the route of an insane human than a group of insane zombies. Her eyes darted back and forth as she scurried forward. She wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible yet she wasn't stupid so as to run like an idiot into the open. Those zombies must have heard her yell from before. She had to be careful. [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[OSIRUS SNYDER]

With his back to the girl, Osirus let himself smirk at the girl's reaction. She was a feisty little devil for sure. A mostly boring feisty little devil, but feisty all the same. As he walked, the man continued to contemplate what he would do with the day after that. Plenty of options after all.

It wasn't too long before he saw the girl dart past him. A sly smile would replace the shadow of a smirk that remained from earlier. It was easy to deduce that the girl wasn't running to meet up with him, and take him up on his offer. That didn't mean he couldn't tease her about it. "Did you change your mind? No need to be shy about it." he'd call out at a controlled voice level. Hopefully loud enough for her to hear, and not any zombies. He didn't want the zombies to show up until after he was done teasing her.

After speaking, Osirus glanced behind him to assess the threat level. It seemed as though she was running from nothing. What a chicken. He would continue to walk and look, trying to see what she was running from, but soon gave up, as the zombies were taking their sweet time trying to find them. Having given up on the zombies, Osirus's attention would return to the girl. "Come and walk next to me, puppy. I'll keep you nice and safe." Osirus would speak with a mild baby tone while holding out one arm as if to invite her to take sanctuary at his side.

[MICHELLE KUMAKURA]

Michelle's cheeks burned in humiliation when he called out after her. Her face contorted into an irritated glare. Her knuckles turned white due to her tight grip on the machete. Her steps faltered as she heavily started debating whether to go back the way she came. She wanted to curl up into a tiny ball and hibernate inside her home until the next year came. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? He already absolutely and shamelessly humiliated her. Didn't he have enough?

She stopped in her tracks when he called after her a second time. This time, however, it was more horrible than the last. He spoke as if he were calling a little puppy back to his side. Her hands hung tensed at her sides as her shoulders shook in absolute fury. Quickly, she turned back and gave the man the brightest smile she could muster. With her free hand, she flipped off the man.

"Go fuck yourself~!" She made sure to speak in the same tone he did. With that, she turned around and started walking again. Words could not describe how livid she was. Her parents raised her to be a good little girl that kept her mouth in check. If not, her mouth was met with a large bar of soap. She knew that being in the world she lived in now, getting mad over petty matters was a stupid thing. This time, however, she felt no remorse for betraying her parents expectations. Hell, she'd do it again if she really wanted to... which she did.