Zombie invasion role play

[Rougeninja91]

Randy: -walks into shop and shuts the door behind them- We should rest...-his injuries from the compound flare up and he gets dizzy as he sits down-

 

[The Mockingjay]

Ophelia: Yeah, sure. -sits by him-

 

[Tsuna...]

Karla: thanks. -pulls on the gown-

Ophelia: Good plan.

Harry:
Well I don't know about you but I'm fed up being around more death than I need to be
So let's go find ourselves a hotel

(RP'in in my costume, it's great =DD)

 

[Rougeninja91]

Randy: My family would be embaressed of me...being so tore up like this....but their dead. And thats my fault...

 

[The Mockingjay]

Ophelia: Here we go again...

Karla: Sounds good to me!

 

[Rougeninja91]

Randy: No here we dont go again. Im just saying...-leans head against wall and stares at the ceiling-

 

[The Mockingjay]

Ophelia: You okay? Want me to give you anything?

 

[Tsuna...]

Ophelia: Here we go again...

Karla: Sounds good to me!

Harry:
*walks out of the hospice and then back to the motorbike, sitting on it and turning it on*

 

[The Mockingjay]

Karla: -follows and sits on the back behind him. Hugged tightly onto his back-

 

[Rougeninja91]

Randy: No....Ill live. -closes eyes-

 

[The Mockingjay]

Ophelia: good to know.

 

[Tsuna...]

Karla: -follows and sits on the back behind him. Hugged tightly onto his back-

Harry:
Hold on tight >_>
*speeds off down the street*

-Half an Hour Later-

*I stop outside a hotel and get off the motorbike helping her off also*
We're here >_>

 

[Rougeninja91]

Randy: -looks back down at his feet before standing up and walking to the back room-

 

[The Mockingjay]

Karla: How'd you know where this was? Where even are we?

Ophelia: Where you going?

 

[Tsuna...]

Karla: How'd you know where this was? Where even are we?

Ophelia: Where you going?

Harry:
I used the signs
and judging by the fact that there were capri suns and walkers crisps in the canteen
I reckon we're in England

 

[The Mockingjay]

Karla: Yeah, fair point.

 

[Rougeninja91]

Randy: -digs in his back pocket and pulls out a picture of his daughter right after she was born- To make sure I have nothing left to remind me of this....-lights a match-

 

[The Mockingjay]

Ophelia: you sure you want to do that?

 

[Tsuna...]

Karla: Yeah, fair point.

Harry:
Come on
*blood dripping down my arm as we walk into the hotel*
Which room?

 

[The Mockingjay]

Karla: Your choice... mr bleedy.