The Walking Dead...{OPEN; Rated R/M}

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July 26th, 2012: 11:30 am:

" Did you ever think that the Earth would come to destruction.
A World without civilization..
On June 26th, 2012: 11:30 am the world had come to it's End of Days..."

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DON'T OPEN!
DEAD INSIDE!
Rosalie sighed as she read the sign. " Great." She murmured. She took a step towards the door but jerked back, pointing the gun up she held in her palms. With narrowed eyes, she slowly side-stepped to see rotten grey hands trying to break the lock that held the door shut. Moans came from them as they did so, she squinted her eyes to look inside. Seeing bright yellow eyes beam into her brown she jumped back with a gasp. Shaking her head she immediately turned and ran down the long hospital hallway. She was turning a corner when suddenly she stopped to see two Walking dead feasting on a nurse. she turned away, holding her breath as she felt like she was going to throw up. Quietly she took a right instead of left, seeing an exit she took it. When the door didn't open her heart felt like it flew up into her throat. Grunting with annoyance she fiddled with the latch. Finally it opened and Rosalie raced out of the building. Her red velvet dress was ripped here and there. Sighing heavily, she bent down to quickly rip the ends of her dress. One side hung down and the other was up to her waist. She shook her head and began to run, in the distance she could see a Military camp. She smiled, climbing up the hill. Reaching the top she stood slowly. The gun was in her hand and bullets were algned along her thighs. She had a machete hooked on a strap that was aorund her shoulder. A machine gun was placed on her waist and her dirty blonde hair waved in the getnle breeze. Silence struck and the ruins of planes and cars were torn apart. Biting her lip, she stomped a foot down on the fragile Earth below. " Shit!" He sneered. Shrugging off the madness she was receiving. Rosalie walked off, throughout the town outside of New York city. She knew better not to setfoot in a large city like NY. Only because that's where all the Wlaking dead hybernated...
As the day goes on, Rosalie reaches her place. Locking the doors and windows up with multiple locks. She drew in a deep breath, watching out of the current of her window as the sun began to set. The worst time to be out in the lands in at night, that it when humans are prey to the Walking dead. She closed her windows with a steel case as well as her front and back doors. A soft gentle brush up her leg made her look down to see Prototype; her wolf she had saved from an attack. Smiling, she bent down adn stroked his head. " Come on boy." She whipsered, turning on the lights but dimming them. She went into the kitchen to grab food from the fridge. She took out a stake and some chicken. Rosalie heard Prototype's soft bark and she hushed him. He wagged hsi tail, circling around rapidly. Once she had cooked up there food, she placed the stake in the large bowl of Proto's dish. he licked her hand as she brung it up and turned to quickly tear at the meat. She smiled softly, before grabbing her plate and bringing it to the table. She turned on the T.V, turning the volume down alittle. She began to eat her chicken.. Wincing at the sounds of yowls in the night and the soft moaning of the dead. A sctreecth was heard and she knew another life was being taken.. Blocking out the sounds she turned off the T.V and went to bed. Proto leaped onto it with her and circled slowly before laying down bext to her. Growling softly, promising to protect Rosalie.. Soon after minutes of trying to fall asleep, she had..
Rosalie woke up the next morning, she groaned quietly as she got up. Putting up the steel cases and unlocking the windows, but not the doors. Proto grunted, racing up to Rosalie's side and looking out the window. she patted his head lightly before speaking. " Time to hunt?" She glanced down at Proto as he barked. Smirking, she whirled around to get ready. Putting on her gear and hitching her guns to her sides and sword to her back. One gun placed in her palm. She whistled for Proto as he had his collar and steel teeth in his maw. He put them in her hands and licked her face. Chuckling she wrapped the collar around his neck to keep him from getting bit. The steel teeth she attached into his mouth. He snapped down hard and a loud echo was heard. she grinned, standing back up to walk out the door. " Okay boy. Stay by me, don't get out of my sight. Got it?" She said, being stern. Proto nodded. Stalking in the shadows behind Rosalie as they made their way towards the city..

Prototype; End of Days
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