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William looked at the bunker, curious to what kind of shelter he'll get in here. And because everyone ignored his request (thanks for that), he waited until they all went in. As soon as they entered, he slowly opened the door and crept in quietly.

((Ignore this))

(We’re in the treehouse. Bunker people aren’t online)

*restart my roleplay*
"William, help us!" The screams of his mother ran wild across the valley. All William could do was run forward, not knowing where it will take him. He ran as fast as his legs can handle, his jacket flinging in the wind, it making a clinging noise. Just then, a dark figure slowly rose from the ground, then with a magnificent swipe of it's scythe, cut him in half.

"Gah!" William woke up, panting hard. That same nightmare had happened again. It just won't leave him. It wrapped its arms around him tightly as if he was its master. He calmed down, then looked around. The birds chirped happily on the trees, the squirrels moaned to their loss of nuts. They were all oblivious to the area full of Z's in front of them.

Grabbing his sword by his side, he stood up slowly, then put on his bandana. He made sure his pistol was in check, then set out towards the Forest, not knowing what awaits him there.

As he was walking, he saw a ladder, just slowly swinging by the small wind gushing at it's direction.
"Interesting," he muttered to himself.
He walked towards it, then looked up. Hidden from even mother nature herself was a tree house. Thinking that someone is up there, he shouted, but not too loud.

I nod, and walk through the black door. I change and lay down on the bed. I hear a faint shout. "Probably just the wind" I mutter to myself.

He waited for the survivors to answer. As he was waiting, he sat down beneath the tree house, playing with his powers. He made a red rabbit aura hop around the trees, a fox aura circling its tail around him, then a girl, aged about 15 years old and 158 cm high playing hopscotch in front of him. Tears ran down his face as it reminded him of his sister.

Realizing that he had been "acting weak" again, he quickly wiped them off then looked up at the tree house again.
"Maybe no one's in there," he assumed.
He climbed up the ladder slowly, careful not to make any sound.

Well then this bunker really is something “Asteroth says to himself while walking around”

Hunter walked around the bunker, sword in hand, he glanced down at it, it was chipped and cracked, the steel blade was dulled and rusted, he sighed then asked them, "Do you have an armory or something like that?"

He showed them the sword, balancing it on his hand, "It's pretty much broken, so I need a new one if you can spare it."

Jack took the shorts and smiled "Thanks" He ran to the bathroom to change.

“No prob.” She smirked and set Rose down. “You change quickly, alright? I’ll be right back.” She has heard the shout and grabbed her dagger and walked outside, seeing him. “Wall west until you find a bunker, you will be fed and clothed there. There is no room for you here.”

Hunter sighed and said "Nevermind." He walked outside to find an overturned over cop car, he drew his sword and looked through the shattered window. A zombie grabbed Hunter and tried to bite him as Hunter yelped and swung his cracked blade

Hunter's sword snapped in half, sending the upper half into the undead officer, the other half in Hunter's hand, at this point is was more of a handle than a sword. he looked inside the car, hoping to find a weapon

Hunter found a double-barreled shotgun, whilst looking at how much ammo was in it, he found that it was empty, looking around the car, he found two boxes of bullets, however, one was partly used, he had around 33 bullets, not including the bullets he used to reload the weapon

Hunter examined the car for anything else.

Hunter saw in the dead zombie's hand was a 9mm pistol, he found that it was empty, but maybe he could assist the others if they had ammo. He turned back towards the tree house and jogged towards it, shotgun in hand

Laying down, I listen, for even the faintest sound. An owl, the soft breeze, anything. I loved just switching off and concentrating, listening for signs that the old world wasn't completely gone. I didn't want to hear the sounds of gunshots, running, shouting and zombies, I only wanted to hear the sounds of nature.

She saw Hunter. “I told you to go to the bunker! We need to sleep!” She yelled and walked back inside, shutting the door and locking it. She sighed and walked back upstairs, changing quickly in the bathroom and walking into her room. She smiled and laid down next to Jonah. “I hate the zombie apocalypse.”

"Doesn't everyone?" I reply.

“Yeah.” She sighed.

"You know, I was thinking... Remember how you said you lost your brother? Well, if it's feasible, then I'd be down to try and find him."