I Walk With the Dead- R.I.P.

"You mean this isn't new?"

Ayden laughed, "No! The man that I learned everything from has been working with them for thirty years."

"Ah... whatever." Ryan said, shaking his head.

"And don't forget, Ryan, Estelle could help hold you down while I let Fido here chew on your intestines." Artcia said, ruffling Fido's hair playfully. He grunted in reply.

Jason stayed behind his table. he didn't like the idea of keeping a zombie as a pet, but he didn't want to argue. so far he had no strikes, and he would rather keep it that way.

"True." Estelle noted, "I wonder if he's hold still long enough for me to touch him, or if he only doesn't eat you." She wondered aloud.

"Uh-huh. That thing's not getting near me. I'll show myself out before that." Ryan said.

"Whatever you say,' Articia laughed, shaking her head as she led Fido to her room.

(I whanted you to make an exception because I had always whanted to make a midevil ghost character.would you possibly allow it.I just made my human character as close to ghost as possible.bye the way I have a good bio thought up that connects to the storyline if you do allow the ghost idea to)

Estelle couldn't help but laugh, "I think I'll call you Kitten." she pointed at Ryan, "All you have is your precious weapon. Other than that, you are as harmless as a kitten."

((I highly doubt this is the time for medieval ghosts, so wtf are you doing? this is a zombie role play. A ZOMBIE role play. And the "all human" rule was made because of my character, and what would that rule be for if there were exceptions? If you want to be in this rp, you should come up with a better human. Right, Kaido?))

"Yes, because before about a month ago, I was just a happy-go-lucky party crazed college kid. What do you expect from me? A Bruce Lee slash Chris Redfield clone? And its weapons." He pointed out.

((Sorry Night, but this is a modern zombie RP. A ghost character would be better suited to one of the other RP's, like the "Vampire Diary" RP's or the "Behind the Mask" RP.))

"oh so you were a party boy?" jason asked poking his head out from behind the table. "I was one too but then i joined the military, glad i did now" he said.

"Well," Estelle frowned, "For one, you could lighten up. Give a few people a little bit of trust. In case you haven't noticed, you aren't alone anymore."

"Yeah, well, if I wanted to fight for this screwy country I would have signed up too." He retorted to Jason, then he looked at Estelle. "I trusted my friends. Well, when I was sober at least. But have you heard the song "All my Friends are Dead" by Turbonegro? I'm living that dream."

"AH! I love that song!" Articia called as she bounced back into the room after having chained Fido to her bed.

"Heh. How suprising." Ryan said, chuckling a bit under his breath.

"But how can you stand there and complain that all your friends are dead, like you were the only one who lost anything when all this started! I lost my parents, my pets, my house, and my brother!" Articia said, her voice raising in volume.

"I'm not. I haven't said anything about it 'til everyone started talking to me. I know other people have lost their friends and loved ones too. Rambo there probably lost his whole platoon, and... well, I don't know anything about you or Estelle, except she's a cyborg and you're a zed. And that wasn't an insult to either of you, so don't get all nit-picky." He said.

Jason looked at him. "well you're right about me" he said shrugging. he tried not to think about that though. he shook his head to throw the images back.

"If you haven't noticed, I'm still at least a little bit human. And I would appreciate it if you didn't always stereotype me as the most ridiculous nickname for a zombie." Articia said, crossing her arms.

when she crossed her arms jason ducked back behind the table. "word to the wise, when in a woman's home, don't make them mad" he said to ryan from his place. he would rather not get on Articia's nerves, and he was trying to keep ryan from making that mistake. Jason had seen enough bloodshed for one lifetime.

"Yeah, uh, how exactly did you end up like that anyway?" Ryan asked.

Articia sighed and shook her head. "It's a long story that involves some apparently weak antidotes."

"Antidotes? There's a cure?" He asked.