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[ Zarra Sorraris ]

"It's nothing more than a flesh wound you'll live."

» Nickname «

Zar

» Age «

21

» Gender «

Female - She/Her

» Sexuality «

Prefers women.

» Job «

Bodyguard

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» Appearance «

» Personality «

Zarra isn't someone who'll sit and talk about crushes and gossip she isn't that kind of person, Zarra will work her ass off just to get away from others, not that bubbly person everyone expects her to be. She's a bitch who'll snap at anything, often pushing everyone away from her. You would assume her to dislike children, and you would guess correctly, she despises them they say every woman wants children, Zarra is the opposite of that she wants nothing more than to get away from the freaks. She almost hates cocky personalities as much, if not more- they always find a way to creep under her skin, when she snaps she'll go on full attack, often yelling and screaming at them. She's what one would call a "Hothead" nowadays.

When talking to Zarra, she'll try to keep the attention away from her, despite the fact she's a hothead she doesn't desire attention not now, not ever. Talking to her is like talking to a wall, she'll ignore you and stand there calmly, silently wishing for them to leave. When she does strike a conversation up, it's either around people she trusts or she believes she needs to speak up and bring attention to a problem.

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» Likes «

Sitting in a fleece blanket, loud muscle cars, fire, lighting shit on fire. (No, she's not a pyromaniac, or hopefully not.) crows though most birds appeal to her.

» Dislikes «

Babies, cocky attitudes, heat, ignorance, people in general, obnoxious noises along with a few other minor things, Zarra dislikes things such as hiding her sexuality.

» Fears «

She dreads the thought of dying, how it's unpredictable and can take anyone's life and doesn't matter about your skin complexion. While she may fear death, Zarra cowers at the unknown where anything and everything is still on the table. This one isn't as strong as the others, but it's still one to talk about; Zarra fears she didn't do enough while she was alive, where she could've done something to help turn the tide in someone else's favour.

| Zarra |

| 21 | Female | Lesbian |

When Zarra used to watch those movies about zombies, she always thought that could never happen to her, oh how so foolish she was. While Zarra's body one of muscle, even she has limits couldn't run forever, Zarra would need to stop at one point. Her muscles ached from running. She couldn't tell how long she ran for her mind was set on one thing.

"Survive."

She could hear their groans getting louder, while yes, she can outrun them, they had strengths in numbers, they would catch up with her eventually. Zarra darted through alleys of what was once a thriving city- if she ran into a dead-end, that would be the end of her if she doesn't react fast enough; this was a matter of life and death. Where would she be safe in a world like this; would it be best for her to go solo or strength in numbers like the zombies? She couldn't tell you even if she wanted to- Zarra was still trying to figure out to even get out of the mess they were living, the world that she once knew gone now only, the shell of what was humanity survived, but isn't that what the world is? To survive what the world throws at you?

Zarra's eyes flicked around her surrounding area, looking for any way out of this dead-end she caught a portion of a ladder, and by the looks of it, the ladder seemed to be an emergency ladder that scaled the side of the building. Hopefully, the zombies are mindless and can't climb if they can. Then it won't end well for Zarra. She could feel the rust from the ladder, the coppery colour staining her pale skin. The ladder looked older than her- the creaking didn't help either; it just fueled her anxiety and adrenaline.

Zarra peered down the five-story building- the zombies didn't seem to notice where she went or at least haven't tried to climb the ladder; hopefully, this will prove shelter from the zombies. The roof had a canopy over one corner of the area- if it were to rain, that would be where she would sleep and store her supplies. Zarra started to observe the sky- her eyes seemed to get lost in the beauty; she traced every cloud she could see and watched as the sun disappears from her view, her eyes drawn to watch as the last of the light faded.

As the night progressed, she knew that she couldn't leave the ladder open placing her rucksack down under the canopy, Zarra glanced around looking for something to block the entrance, her eyes landing on a couch that she hadn't noticed earlier. Pushing it into place over the ladder, she started to notice things she hadn't seen in her haste; fairly lights had been strung up on the canopy long before the world turned into a shit storm- at a second look, it appeared someone used the roof as a hiding place or a hangout. Sighing, Zarra moved towards her rucksack, pulling out a bedroll and placing it under the canopy looking once more into the bag, she pulled a sweater out, rolling it up, she put it at the head of the bedroll as a makeshift pillow. Settling into her makeshift bed, she soon let her dreams take her into a deep slumber.

| Zarra |

| 21 | Female | Lesbian |

She hadn't been too bothered by sleeping on the floor, as for her body? Her body was sore and tense, clearly not used to sleeping on the rough floor that is the roof. She could've slept on the couch, though it'd put her more at risk- one she wasn't as willing to take perhaps she could've utilized the couch seats- it's too late now. Keeping that in mind, she quickly got up and reorganized her rucksack that she put to the side- while she did so, Zarra pulled out a small can. It wasn't much, though enough to keep her satisfied for a bit, or at least till she could find some more.

Zarra looked back at the ladder- there had yet to be any zombies climb up it; she quickly looked back at her rucksack, noting that they couldn't climb ladders. Zarra moved back to where she had set her bedroll, sitting down to eat the food- it wasn't very appealing, but the food is food- she wouldn't dare turn down food, or at least not in these times.

By the time she climbed back down the ladder, she felt the after-effects of running that long- her legs had been through worse though it was still sore. Everything that she's been ignoring soon came crashing back onto her- groaning, she decided that she'd need to stop by a pharmacy to pick up supplies. Zarra had decided that instead of picking everything up from the stores, she'd only pick what she needs and a little more. With every step, she started to think of a list she needs to get- on top of her list were painkillers and a few different things required.

Once she touched the pavement, she took a glance at the buildings. They looked like a shell of what they had been, Zarra liked to play a game, or at least it appeared to be one- she guessed what buildings were at their peak, perhaps this building was a clothing store and maybe that one over there is a hairdresser. She perked up as she saw a rundown- or at least what looked like a pharmacy; it had a rundown neon sign that said something that looked like it belonged on one.

The door creaked open- she was confident it was deserted and probably raided; nonetheless, she still wanted to look around, just for a chance of someone leaving something important behind. The door closed behind her- the room had light, but barely, the room only lit by two huge windows towards the front, none of the large florescent lights overhead were working. Though expected, she began by checking every aisle, looking for any threats. Seeing none, she started looking more closely at the remaining products. She spoke no words as she did so- Zarra checked every vile that she saw, never not looking at it, from time to time picking one out and storing it in a bag.

The road came into view, the pharmacy and convenience store were insight. Stoping she crouched down behind a few boxes and as stealthily as the blonde could manage surveyed the area. From her little hiding spot she watched and listened. It was an unsettlingly quiet area, which only made her heart pound faster. She waited and waited, listening for any hushed voices or icky groaning. So far there was nothing, no zombie or person. Just as Desarae was about to take her chance and make a break for the convenience store she saw a blurred movement from another alleyway across the street. It was definitely humanoid, tall, but not bulky so definitely not an immediately visible threat. As it into the light she was a bit surprised to see the tall figure was a woman, which was shocking purely on her height alone. She watched as the taller woman made her way into the pharmacy, cringing a bit when she hear the old door creak open. Making a very rash yet extremely stupid decision the blonde quickly got up from her hiding place and slowly followed behind. What's the worst that could happen, she gets immediately shot? Desarae's heart sunk and the regret kicked in. Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

Zarra

She / Her - Female - 21

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Taking a glance around once more, Zarra softly slid the heavy bag off her back- a soft thump echoed through the empty store. She flinched at the noise. The outside was much like a ghost town, the only inhabiters being fellow survivors- often few and far between, and the far more common undead. Both are unpredictable and dangerous. Any noise she makes is unlikely to be masked by any outside noise, especially with the day looking to be clear and sunny. She carefully picked up a labelled bottle of medication- reading the label, Zarra slipped the cap off of what- she deduced as painkillers into her bag, cautious not to rattle the tablets against each other. She set each loose tablet into a pouch in her rucksack, repeating the process with each vile she deemed valuable.

Midway through her scouring, the current aisle she was in, there was a sudden noise- not coming from herself, but much rather something else, what sounded to be a squeak? Confused, she perked up, peering down the long aisle- standing up abruptly, leaving the dirty bag slouched against a display. Zarra began to walk towards where she thought the squeak came from- she attempted to walk as quietly as she could, though, without the baggage, it was tremendously easier for her.

Zarra recalled when she first came in; the door did creak louder than she had expected- perhaps, it had drawn one near, it wasn't that uncommon. But, maybe- just maybe it's someone else if that was the case, she'd have to be far more careful. Zarra is always far more cautious dealing with others- at times, Zarra will accidentally say the wrong thing, or even worse, snaps at them- which only leads her towards more harm and self-destructive tendencies. It was her jarring personality that led her there in the first place, alone and fearing every corner she turns- the fear of that corner potentially leading her to her death.

She turned the corner, just barely seeing the shadow of another person- they moved too fluidly compared to the jolty, predictable movements of the undead. The thing Zarra had heard must've been a misstep from a fellow survivor- were they friendly? Or perhaps they had followed her only to kill her. Either way, they weren't going to let them escape without at least an explanation. The problem was to get it done as silently as she could. Quietly she called out to the other, "What is it that you want? I assure you, I'm not an easy target," she quickly continued. "Look, whoever you may be, I suggest you surrender and make it easy for you and me." Judging from what they had seen- which may have just been a glance, Zarra assumed it was someone with a relatively small frame- or at least someone far smaller than herself. Other than that small tidbit, Zarra had no idea who could be the one stalking her or- she supposes is now chasing them? It was somewhat unclear at the current point.

Desarae|20

"Look, whoever you may be, I suggest you surrender and make it easy for you and me."

Oh yeah, mistakes were made here. Desarae weighed her options, if she tried to just bolt would she even make it? Eh, probably not. I mean, what kind of a psychopath walks into an abandoned building after someone during an apocalypse and then bolts like some ding-dong-ditch prank? Sheepishly the blonde cleared her throat and decided it’s probably best if she started speaking. “Wait. Hold on, I know this looks extremely sketchy and there is a multitude of reasons why following you was very insane on my part, and that’s my bad.” She didn’t dare move as she spoke, not wanting to make this situation any worse on herself. “I honestly could lie and say I’m just starved for social interactions because believe it or not talking to the dead isn’t all that thrilling. Good for listening to your problems but very bad at giving advice.”

To say the blonde was panicking was an understatement if she wasn’t very severely dehydrated then she would most definitely be shaking like a maraca while sweating bullets. From what she had seen this woman looked to be built like a tank, and looked very unpleased to see another person in front of her. Maybe making dumb jokes wasn’t the right call. Compared to the woman Desarae was a tiny toothpick, and at this point probably could be broken just as easily as one, she had no muscles and was extremely weakened due to her lack of sleep. Maybe the woman would be able to tell this, and she could use it as a get-out of the jail-free card.

“Look, whether you believe me or not I’m not here for trouble. I saw you walking into the building and curiosity took over me.” She slowly moved into the view of the taller woman with her hands raised. The last thing she wanted to do was make herself seem like a threat and get shot, or worse. She was not going to die in a stupid pharmacy…right? “If my presence bothers you I have no problem leaving and being on my way. I didn’t mean to cause you any grief.” Desarae felt her stomach drop and was suddenly hit with a headrush, this was not good. She was starting to feel very lightheaded, she didn’t know if it was caused by the stress of the situation or her exhaustion. Either way passing out in front of a total stranger was extremely dangerous and, well, very embarrassing.