The young person was currently too buzzed to even register all that was going on. But they did register the sight of Bastien with tea, and they raised a brow. From going to family functions with him, they knew the bastard was strategic with who he gave tea to. And he watched with amused eyes as he chose the, oh so precious, chosen few to be recipients of his tea. And they had to push down a smug look as he came over to give him a cup of tea - they were gonna say something smart to tease the male, but they didn't expect him to place the cold cup of tea to their forehead. And, man, did it feel good after being out in the scourching sun for hours, they let out a satisfied hum and leaned a bit foward. Their eyes shutting for a second, as a brief smile cross their face - a rare smile, one that wasn't scheming or coniving, but genuine. They were thankful for the tea, but had to give a sassy gasp at the grumbling, the male was doing under his breath. Placing a hand on their hip, before poking him in the forehead, " And who was always right? Me, it takes a one to know one, sweetheart." they said lazily - their Southern accent unconsciously coming out as they teased Bastien for his liitle fiesty mood. They loved getting under the male's skin for some reason, and today was not any other exception. And wordlessly put their brows up at the sight of the meat pie, oh , were we bribing with food today? And they rolled their eyes at the dramatics of Bastien - and gave a dramatic sigh at him.

They managed to snag the tray from their hand hand put it in the sink. And with a mishevious grin - leaned forward with a teasing glimmer in their eyes, as they wrapped their arms around the other male's neck. It was a rather comfortable postion and they batted their eyes saying, " Awww, you know that's not true darling, such pure lies. " their voice accented, and thick like honey, on their tongue, " I guess I have to be a good boy and eat since you were so kind as to provide me with nourishment and not let me starve. Maybe I'll have to make you a dish of your choice to call it even." they cooed as they tapped his nose teasingly as took a bite of the meat pie and gave a soft groan of enjoyment, " God, I love your cooking." they had said whistfully under their breath - possibly, only for Bastien to have caught. And they happily munch on the food, and was nearly done with the food when they heard the response of Clovis. And taking a final few bites, they put the dirty dish up, and then prepared to engage - but not before sipping more of the sweet tea.

They gave a nod saying, " Well, once I clean up. I'll take it for a test run - I will not be driving my clean vehicle smelling like who knows what. " and for emphasis they sniffed themselves and gave a gag, " yeah, I need a shower." and they wrinkled their nose in digust at the scent. " I also vote, that we leave at night, so we won't find a lot of activity for the undead, and then it'll be slightly cooler and we won't burn through gas blasting the AC during the day. Once I gett settled, we can make a decision." Before they could even react, the next thing that was happening that they were being whisked away by Akira - and they gave a slight shriek at the whirlwind of energy the guy was giving with their own decreasing energy and still growing headache.

" Kira, " they called exhasperated, " I am stinky " they pratically wailed, " let me go for a shower, " they said while swinging the keys around their finger, scanning the room, who could they trust with the keys to their car? and they gave a hum in acknowledgemt to Akira wile they finally made their decision saying, " Y'all can check out the RV, but don't drive my baby without me." they spoke with a stern and deadly seriously and then they looked around the room and said, " Bastien, can you make sure my RV isn't wrecked while I am taking a shower, thank you, bugsy." they said with a flirtatious wink, and they tossed them the keys to the RV, not even bothering to look behind them - knowing he would catch them, and they knew the male would know the significance of this. They rarely let anyone have the keys to their car or even drive it, so that mean there was still a measure of trust between them and possibly an olive branch was being extended. Who knew what the future would bring for them.

They hummed to themself as they made their way to a room they called their own, and they found a small suitcase - it's where they kept what clothing they could scrounge and keep clean and in good condition and they found a thin-strapped cropped white tee and another pair of denim shorts. They soon made their way to the restroom ; they checked and found the last of the shampoo and conditioner and then turned on the water . They then peeled off the disgusting clothing off them and placed them in a seperate bag. They grabbed a wash towerl and set it aside for a second. They let the hot water wash over them and wash away the grime and dirt coating their body - the steam being satisfying to their bones and once all the dirt and grime was removed they got the body wash and began to wash their body and they made sure to get every inch to make sure they were very clean - including on their back.

Once their body was clean, they moved to wash their hair. It took them a good while, but eventually they got all the oil and dirt out their hair - and now their hair was it's pristine snow white color. Now that their hair and body was clean they turned off the shower - and they stepped out and then wrapped a towel around their body, and went to sit on the bed. It took them a good thirty minutes, but they managed to blowdry all their hair and after words, they cornrow braided it - and then put it in one big bun. They then put on their clothes, and then placed the last of the baby oil on their legs and arms - and then moisturizer on their face. They then put on some back and white converse sneakers and a bracelt. They were now happy since they were nice and clean and looking fresh. For the final touch they got up, and spritz a light lavander perfume on their wrists and rubbed them together and three spritz around their body. And they went back in the restroom, and then brushed their teeth and used some mouth wash - after that they used the mirror to put on their winged eyeliner. They didn't have access to a lot of make up, but they'd be damned if they didn't have at least some eyeliner and lipgloss.

Clovis Emery Deiderich

17 | Female | M: Deamon(dir.), Tiras(dir.), Everyone(ind.)

Her eyes locked onto her brother as he took the iced tea. She could tell that he was clearly hesitant about the whole trip but he wouldn’t dare argue with Clovis over it. If Clovis trusts it, Deamon will too. And that’s how it’s always been. She placed her hand on his head and bent down to be at eye level with Deamon. “It’ll be okay, Dee.” She said before flashing him a warm smile. Throughout her time of being involved in this apocalypse, she realized one thing. If you’re panicking, it only makes things worse. And with flesh eating mobs running around, it’s hard for people like Deamon’s age to not panic. Clovis had tried for the longest to keep Deamon as calm as possible. Panicking makes you do impulsive things. It’s often how people get killed. That’s why, no matter what the situation is, Clovis learned to remain calm. She can think better when she is.

The woman’s attention turned back towards everyone as she stood to her feet. She started observing the nods of approval. Her head turned towards Cat as she said her and her brother will join Clovis. She gave Cat and Akira a nod in return and looked towards the rest of them. It was clear there was some uncertainty in the air, which Clovis didn’t argue with. She watched as Akira offered to test the RV out with Tiras. Clovis was ecstatic that they are taking initiative instantly. Let’s hope the RV runs smoothly. And let’s hope there’s enough room so Clovis isn’t shoulder to shoulder with everyone. One thing about Clovis, is she hates being so close to others. She feels trapped, essentially.

Clovis had noticed Louis had agreed to go as well. However, his demeanor towards Deamon caught her off guard. Deamon was shy, there was no doubt about that. Clovis looked over as Louis attempted to have a conversation with Deamon. Hmph. Good luck. She thought to herself. She locked her eyes on to Louis hard. Her protective instincts grew harder. Try something. I dare you. Clovis thought. Her attention was drawn to more of the quieter people. Their name was Raiden. Based on their mannerisms, it seemed that they had agreed to go as well. Clovis was counting the people in her head, praying the RV fits everyone. Her eyes scanned the room once more, before locking on Blake. His expressions were giving away all of his thoughts. Although Clovis has a hard time reading Blake, from the first time they met, she could tell he wasn’t thrilled about the situation. But what could he do about it? Stay here? He was more than welcome to. Or perhaps it’s the fact that Clovis is the one taking initiative. Things have always been rocky between Clovis and Blake. A part of her wanted to smooth things out with him before they left for the trip, considering they were going to be stuck together for some time.

Clovis’ pride was always a big issue. Sometimes it’s a blessing and other times it’s a curse. She constantly lets her pride get in the way of everything, hence why she never had many friends. She was never one to apologize first or try to make things right. But perhaps that needs to take action now. She might be surprised by this group. But she isn’t going to know for certain until she is stuck with them and can’t go back. A part of her was even doubting her decision to go to Texas with them. Clovis snapped her thoughts back when she set her eyes on Blake. A satisfied ‘hmph’ came from her as he headed towards his room. Clovis was betting he was going to come back out with all his things packed. She chuckled to herself before heading to her own room and grabbing a couple things that she might need. That’s when Clovis came across a family portrait on a polaroid.

The picture featured herself, Deamon, and their parents. But their father was scribbled out. She hated that man. She hated him. Hated him for what he did to not only her, but Deamon as well. Yet, he made her the person she is today. Without him, Clovis would’ve been some scared little kid who probably would’ve already died as soon as the apocalypse started. She put the picture in her bag. Clovis hated that everything reminds her of him. That’s when she locked eyes on something shiny poking from under her pillow. It was a dagger he had given her. She didn’t want it. In fact, it infuriated her just looking at his. She grabbed it and threw it as hard as she could at the wall while screaming. “Get out of my head!” She exclaimed. It was no doubt that the woman was going crazy. Clovis paced around her room. How was she ever supposed to move on with life if her asshole father was everywhere? She sat at her small desk, face covered in her hands. She wanted to break down but she knew she had to stay strong. Not only for herself, but for Deamon as well. He looks up to her.

Clovis collected her thoughts before leaving her room, her face holding no emotion as if she didn’t just have a manic episode. She painted a smile on her face as she saw Deamon. Clovis continually started cracking her knuckles, it was an anxiety tick she’s done since she was very young. Her first decision was to go check out the RV. She exited the house and walked towards the back, where the big vehicle lays, awaiting to be driven and on the road. “Nice Tiras.” She said remotely quiet. Clovis inspected the vehicle. So far, it seemed safe enough to travel a long distance with. She just hoped that they could make it. After all, gas is scarce nowadays.

JJ sighs and leans back the armchair creaking loudly and you give up on trying to relax and stand up, sling your backpack on. You walk a few paces and jump up onto the faded and cracked countertop i the open planned kitchen. JJ coughs, all this dust in this house was getting to the back of his throat but he pushed dow an urge to clean this broken house,still faintly looking like the traditonal american semi-urban house it was before what he called The Crumble, when everything was left to die,crumble or rot, when everyone packed in less than a minute what they needed and left, left their homes they had most definitely grown up in and even raised kids in ad then left the state and left for the evacuation boats,alas did we not know there was only space for half us in the five boats that left the country of America. Once showered in glory and now left to die. borders with Mexico were strong so no one could cross,and even if we wanted to cross ito Mexico...we couldnt. Fed up after years of neglect and the forced deportation of mexicans caught fleeing unhumane condition in their home country. Now when we needed to flee,the tables turned. Most when they heard the mexican border was shut off went north to canada where a militarized border was gradually setting up a concrete wall,identical to the mexican wall. We were stuck in America to practically die or live with and survive from the zombies after everything was shut off to us.

You remembered the day when you and your mom had an arguement as cars whizzed past the road outside your house. You ca recall yourslef gripping the baseball bat and shouting at her and you sigh bringing yourself harshly back to reality. Bastien's ex and the other's voices muffled ad you blin, startlig yourslef with you voice,loud and clear to be heard over the noise. "Whats goig on everyone?". You sit on the kitchen counter,sipping some water. Sheesh it was hot today. You are grateful for the cool water o your throat.

Deamon Jonas Deiderich

Mentions: Louis, Clovis (dir.)

The anxiety was high. Someone actually had the audacity to talk to Deamon. A friendly smile and a faint hello.

A stranger. And from the looks of it, Clovis didn't know him either.

"I- Oh. Hi"

He threw a friendly smile back, looking up at the stranger

"My-.. My name?"

He looked at his sister briefly

He started tapping his wrists together, a nervous tic he developed over the years

"Oh, I'm Deamon"

he tried to give a happier less shy tone, regaining some composure.

He slowly reached his hand out to shake his, smiling nervously.

He pulled his hand away and turned around to notice his sister was gone

The panic settled in as he went to look for his sister

"I- I gotta go"

He'd turn and quickly scan the room looking for his sister.

He heard a loud sound from another room nearby and made his way into it.
There was a knife in the wall and his sister was walking away, seemingly unphased.

Deamon walked up behind her, hugging her from behind.

He let go after a moment and continued to follow her as she made her way to the RV

He just hoped there was enough room to not have to deal with people

JJ slide himself off the counter and opened the cupboard and look in distain as most cupboards were bare,except for one which held a very old looking chocolate bar, he bends down and picks it up and observes it cautiously at the faded purple wrapper and then just carefully tore the wrapper. He paused and stared at the white speckled milk chocolate and bite into it, it was suprisngly okay still had the chocolate taste and not the bitter taste that would warn you if the chocolate was unedible. JJ casually looked at the window and panicked, he realized that most of the group was outside. Quickly srewing the bottle closed and stuffing it in his backpack, he swung it on, making sure the makeshift strap made out of ribbon wasn't fraying too much and walked outside and went to the driver seat and saw Bastein.

He looked at Bastien, a familar face was one he was confident enough to speak casually to. "Bastein,where are we going?" You look at him through the window of the car door, thankfully for the top of the window being opened so he could communicate with his friends. He leans against the truck,careful not to scratch the paint on the RV. JJ pushes his hair off his face again, sweat bedding on his forehead from the heat of this summer.I mean it was 2066,a year from the zombie outbreak. I mean why were they storing a zombie anyway? JJ had learnt to keep his mouth shut about what the goverment was doing from the day he talked to his mother about all the anger he had agaisnt the goverement, now she turned into a zombie he didnt reslly have anyone to turn to,unless he just decides to annoy and bother a random person about his problems and everything that is going on on his head. Probably mostly him talking and the person,bless their poor soul just nodding and smiling at JJ silently judging him for trusting them. He blinked and brought himself back to reality and looked at Bastien as he leaned against the RV,chomping on a square of the speckled white chocolate.

Louis || 17 || Male || He/Him || M: Bastien, Clovis, Deamon, Most (Ind)

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Noting Deamon's nervousness, Louis turned away. There was little to do, as the conversation had died down for the moment. Trying to find some entertainment, he dug around in the bottom of his bag. He could feel a packet of something, jerky maybe? It was indeed. He fished it out and looked at the expiration date on the back. Having lost track of time, it took him a while to conclude it wasn't that old, so he took a strip, and nibbled on it cautiously. He loved beef jerky, it was his favorite childhood snack, ever since he went on an outdoor education camp with some friends of his. He survived on jerky, practically nothing else. Not that any of those friends were alive now... He sighed quietly, looking down. Nibbling some more on the jerky, he decided to attempt to make this packet last a while, as processed food like this wasn't all that common.

Suddenly, looking around, he noticed that the rest had filtered out into the room where the RV was being kept. Naturally, he followed quickly, stuffing the jerky into his bag. Standing near the edge of the new room, he spectated carefully, making sure he wasn't going to be left behind. Continuing to chew his jerky quietly, he observed them all, looking through the RV. "Hey." He said to them all, getting a little impatient. "When are we leaving?" His words echoed around the room, and Louis wasn't sure if he was heard. "Hey!" He said a little louder, getting impatient.

JJ remembers the day. The day the world fell apart. When everyone laughed as The United States, the greatest richest and privileged country crumbled despite its global reputation of freedom, glory and opportunity. Now the states lay in abandoned ruins, the shadows ruled by the humanoid monsters and the houses raided for goods and essentials. JJ remember the day he looked up from packing his lunch for the next day to the television they owned to see the breaking news about the zombie breaking out. He ran to the garden panicking and yelling to his mom to get up and start packing but no, she wanted to stay and that a few zombies wouldn't hurt them if they stayed together. She always said that, that they had to stay together well that was a loads of lies...now he was here with other teenagers going off to deuce to Texas because some text most people got on their phones even though most cell phones had no service if the battery on them wasn't dead. It was weird and strange but it was there only hope. His mother always said groups were a safe bet and hear he was.

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As Bastien seemed to be distracted, JJ continued to lean on the RV careful not to scratch the paint otherwise there would be hell to pay. Clovis he guessed from the brief encounter that he had would probably murder him....quite literally. "Hey, when we leaving" said a teen with dyed hair. JJ decided not to answer as he didn't know the answer to the boy's question but after he yelled, "Hey!" Again he spoke up so he could be heard by the tall boy..." The teen had a Mediterranean look, JJ wasn't even sure why he did...he just did, he looked liked he just

rocked up to the states from Greece or somewhere. Meanwhile JJ just looked like he was just dragged out backwards from a hedge and swear was beading on the back of his neck under his black waves of hair..he needed to find a hair tie reallly to get it off his shoulders but didn't really want to ask. He casually lifted his hair off the back of his neck to allow it to cool but the heat was getting to him and the aged chocolate in his hands was even beginning to melt and he took a bite of it and looked directly at the boy trying not to stare at him like he was trying intimidate him but the friendly sort of stare.