Cautiously, Alice made her way down the street, gun in hand and her big machete strapped to her thigh. Her jeans dirty were hole ridden, as well as the t-shirt she wore. Alice was trying to find food, but that was becoming more and more difficult as the years passed, and a place to sleep for the night. The undead were going after people and eating them right then and there. She came up to a small store, quietly and quickly made her way inside. Her gun at the ready, Alice looked down the first two isles, nothing. Then she heard something to her right and quickly looked in the direction and began to slowly walk that way. She stopped at the corner took a deep breath and turned the corner to face someone crouching down looking in one of the boxes. "Put your hands in the air," she said in a stern voice accompanied by a British accent, "Who are you?" she asked as she pointed the gun at them. (( Zombie Apocalypse Fem!England x Anyone, Fems & OCs accepted. No rude replies and make more than one and two lines. Don't like quietly disconnect.))
You: The shadowed man stood, with his arms bended behind his head as he started to speak. "I'm Alfred Jones." he simply replied, with the accent of an American as it seemed. He had dirty blonde hair with a strange ahoge accompanying it, a ratty old bomber jacket with a ripped albino shirt placed under it and old ripped khakis, attiring him. The man also had dirtied army boots, the pair of shoes being brown or black.
Stranger: Alice quickly stepped in front of him, still pointing her gun. "You're...you're not bit are you?" she asked looking over his form. She couldn't be too careful around this man, he could have been bitten, or some crazy man that would rape, kill, and take her stuff, so she kept her gun at the ready if he tried anything.
You: Alfred appeared to be wearing a holster around his waist, with identical pistols placed into each side. "Nah'." he replied with a audible chuckle, not really fitting into the situation he was stuck in at gunpoint. He was a bit unaware, as he glanced around since he'd just been trying to scout out a few items of food for himself, not really expecting to run into anyone, especially another survivor.
Stranger: Alice keeping a watchful eye on him lowered her gun. "Alice....Alice Kirkland," she said and looked around with her large emerald colored eyes. She looked back at him and smiled, "It's so good to see another survivor!" she said in a breathy laugh.
You: "I agree. It's nice to meet ya', Alice!" he beamed, sliding his hands into the worn pockets of his coat, which were ripping quickly at the seams. His aquatic blue eyes scanned around, but he mostly looked at the ceiling of the dark building. The American wore a rather large grin upon his lips, which shone quite brightly out of his dirtied features.
Stranger; (( I have to go, bye! ))
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