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it’s been weeks since wonyang’s news channel informed the public of an ‘unexplainable’ outbreak. months after the first headline of ‘beware: decease spreading like wildfire, strongly advise to stay indoors at all times’ flashed on the television of her family’s living room. jirou scoffed at the little advise. bullshit, she said. no one—at least no one that survived—stayed home at all times.

( having a permanent place to stay was comforting but not ideal. )

jirou never thought her fascination and passion for handguns would ever come handy until a pack of undead successfully tore their front door down like it was just a stack of toothpicks. for safety purposes, jirou nailed planks all over. its thickness convinced jirou it would last weeks. oh but the undead was a surprise. it started with scratching sounds, soon thumps, and within no time, the brick wall surrounding the door crumbled like a tower of lego being tipped. jirou was steak for these dead humans. what a motivation. jirou envied their determination for a single goal. she never wished for human flesh though.

experiencing solitude for weeks, evolving was the answer to the choice of life and death. this was a survival of the fittest whether mentally, physically, or emotionally. jirou did exemplary on all fields. today, during a sunny yet gloomy day, jirou was on her third convenience store. jirou was always on the lookout for essentials; lighter, flashlight, batteries, and water. those were what she needed most but snack bars now and then came in handy.

and perhaps jirou was just unlucky. the woods were usually isolated. she crossed this path every day. no humans, at least not the clumsy ones, no undead. today, on this gloomy day, jirou was unlucky.

instantly, jirou knew what was happening. the growls from the distance sent chills through her spine. she will never get used to this nightmare turned reality. senses heightened by the fact that they have two fresh humans right within arms reach, they picked up speed. two was better than one. the competition was less; they could share too.

as the man ran past her, jirou followed suit. one fast deceased, however, successfully caught up to her. what felt like bones gripped jirou’s shoulder. it was terrifying, and as the grip tightened, the louder jirou’s groan escalated. she did not stop running though. instead, she gave the undead’s head a swift jab of her elbow. the impact made it roll a few feet forward, ultimately stopping when colliding onto a tree’s root on the ground. the deceased right behind it soon followed suit, falling atop the first fallen undead. finally, jirou pulled her handgun out, piercing an undead’s head that almost, chillingly close, to the man.

“you’re fucking bleeding! they won’t stop until you patch up!”

historically, jae was blessed with luck. 

he’s no preacher though, wouldn’t say he was blessed by some omnipotent presence, reminded of his mother’s rosary-clutching friends preaching the holy spirit of a morning, evening, and when it was time to gather for mass on a sunday. jae’s had his fair share of bad luck; but not quite enough to leave him dead and disintegrating from the inside out by the edge of a road somewhere. in fact, he figured that every single person that wasn’t a reanimated corpse had at least a little bit of luck on their side. how else could it be explained? dodging a bite at the last second, running out of bullets just after the final of the undead fell? it was luck, pure and simple. jae had enough to keep him alive, he reckoned, but not enough to keep things simple and easy.

arms are tightly wound to his chest, pumped for leverage, leaves crunching and twigs snapping beneath his feet as he ran. physical education had been a strain on him when younger, remembering intimately the hatred he felt as the harsh high noon sun bore down on a his clammy physique, and if anything his discontent for it only grew tenfold as he got older. frothing at the mouths – harsh angry wails could be heard from behind, echoing with every splinter of an offshoot, taunting in their trysts. being quick was not enough in this game, jae needed to be perceptive, knowing their endurance could and would run out if kept at bay. but as time passed, the more the bloodlust tainted what little they possessed of a mind. the little problem of a sprained ankle after blindly stepping into rocky terrain blanketed by an innocent pile of leaves about half a mile back slows the escape, leaving him wounded and more importantly, exposed. a fucking breadcrum trail for them to follow. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” a strained cry is chanted like a hymn, wincing as little beads of perspiration began to form on his forehead, dampening the hollow of his palms. “this is so typical.” surely his greed would kill him one day, knowing full well that going hunting when he had the essential resources he needed was fucking stupid. truth be told, maybe dicing with death was a coping mechanism at this point. something to prove that he was still in this to subsist. that, or a reckless sort of liveliness to ward off the constant silence that had started to ebb away at his sanity. back then he used to live for social interaction, so did that mean now his life served no purpose? ( jae was so busy mentally berating himself that he almost missed the sight of the figure not too far ahead. shit. )

“go!” he found himself shouting. “run! sprinters!”

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the walls of books caged jirou high and mighty, a variety of titles in every category enough to keep her entertained. fingers dragged along the edge of the shelf, not minding the small peck of dust coating her skin after. jirou liked reading but not considered an avid reader. she liked to read once in a while, solely to keep her brain well fed and functioning. non-fiction was definitely on the top than stories of romance and mystery.

the smile of her company soon infected jirou, her own lips tugging into the same curve. “really?” a hint of challenge sparked in jirou’s orbs. “what are its selling points?”

what a rare thing: happiness. yuna usually never smiled so for her to not only smile but laugh in front of another person was extremely rare. however, they were in her safe space: the bookstore. it was a haven full of characters and figures who had just as many flaws as her who openly let her into their lives and stories. she never felt more at home than a place filled with knowledge and imagination. never having really been on a date, the twenty-nine year old struggled to figure out where to go but here she was, doing the one thing she said she wouldn’t do: smiling from ear to ear over her favorite book. 

“have you ever read arabian nights? it’s so beautifully rich, i think you would love it.” she revealed, her eyes lit up like a starry night sky as she talked about it. who knew that stoic professor yuna had a soft side?

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“i really miss coffee.”

source: zombie msg masterpostfor: @jaehyunwy status: accepting !!!

if there was a way to explain the tornado of emotions wreaking havoc in jirou right now, it wouldn’t be a struggle to find the appropriate words to comfort jaehyung. jirou stayed silent. the night sky was beautiful. the stars twinkled more than ever, the moon offered a dim light of assurance. the fire warmed her toes and covered most of their surroundings with a hue similar to the sunset sky. jirou didn’t look at jaehyun. she couldn’t. his longing and distant eyes stung her heart.

“are you the kind to settle with instant or do you like brewed? i like brewed coffee.”

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trying to describe this party was vain. it was fancy. it was of higher people. it was a party not everyone could enter, not with a simple dress code at least. dresses accentuated women’s bodies. red, black, green, showcasing that wonderful curve of ass. suits broadened men’s shoulders, neckties or bows complementing the shapes of their jaws, eventually their faces. the perfume from the entrance smelled fresh, a tingy smell earning jirou’s attention for a split second. the halls, on the other hand, radiated with air freshener—lavender. a group of women had warm vanilla warming their pulses. one woman swung her hand, too glad to have a glass of wine in her hand at an early hour, punching jirou’s nose with a spirit of vanilla.

lost was an understatement to explain jirou as of the moment.

she stepped in with a friend. she definitely did. did they mention something about going to the bathroom? jirou couldn’t recall. nonetheless, jirou stood there for a moment. eyes blinked, confusion evidently rendering jirou malfunctioning for a while until a voice—a feisty one at that—caught her attention.

“oh, was i staring?” was she staring? jirou asked herself that as well. jirou didn’t offer a smile. rather, fingers combed through her short locks, as if straightening them would save her from perplexion. “you’re right. it’s not polite to stare.” eyes still searched for the only familiar face who dragged her into this prestigious... gathering. “is this seat taken?” manicured fingernails grasp the backrest of the chair, pulling the furniture out despite the lack of permission.

jirou wasn’t staring. however, she was now. oh, she was.

her face—aesthetically pleasing!

yuna’s cambridge friends always seemed to enjoy watching the professor doll herself up for their soirees. back in college, she was the definition of underlying beauty. all she would wear was comfortable jeans, a large sweater, her glasses and her hair in a ponytail but whenever an event would happen, she would be adorned in such a delicate fashion. her friends didn’t recognize her the first time it happened.

she didn’t wear her glasses, her hair flowed over her shoulders in waves and not to mention the simplistic beauty of her gown that hugged curves nobody knew she had. the only thing that didn’t change was her stoic personality. years later, yuna opts for a much more fashionable ensemble daily but her personality remains the same.

tonight was another event with her friends. it was a formal event and like always, yuna showed up dressed elegantly. her black gown kissed the floor so gently as her heels clinked against the floor. it covered most of her body with a modest neckline and long sleeves but there was a hint of scandal with her open back and long slit on the side of her gown. not many had seen the professor like this, it was a rare sight indeed.

yuna isolated herself at a table to quietly read as the event went on, hoping it would be enough to not be bothered. however, someone still managed to come up and pester the professor. with an audible sigh, yuna looked up at the other. “can i help you? it isn’t polite to stare.”

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{` she stared at the strands of silk laid perfectly on a pair of shoulders, later being held by hands. } … {` silence prevailed for a few minutes. footsteps broke the solitude a few seconds later though, jirou walking behind to grasp the hair. scissors made slashing sounds, almost dreadfully, as jirou opened and closed the blades. } when i said i worked in a parlor, i didn’t mean for hair. it’s a tattoo parlor. i don’t suppose you’ll need some hairstylist now, though? {` with the blades wide open, situating the bundle of hair between, jirou lingered. } how short do you want it to be?

Ah… (‘her fingers gently grasped at splayed strands that fell beautifully around her shoulders. Rubi Always loved her long hair– but now, it wasn’t the best of options.) It can get caught in things as I hide or I can be grabbed by it and with a life or death situation like this … ('Her words trailed off as a soft and displeased expression spread over her face.) Can you– … ('her eyes rose once more from her hair before locking eyes with the other– hesitance still in her voice as if she was more so trying to convince herself this was a good idea.) Can you cut my hair for me? Cut it short?

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orange hues stretched across the horizon, a blue canvas now splashed of vivid orange and red. ironic. it was enthralling, yet she overlooked such simple pleasantries when the world was... alive. the sunset was beautiful and amidst the chaos, the graying city, the lack of saturation of life, it was the only thing with vibrancy.

jirou was just right behind her partner, jaehyun. handgun ready, index finger resting on the side ring, senses were heightened. the smallest noise caught her attention, the nuzzle of her gun instantly aimed at the source. expecting the undead, she saw something heartbreaking instead. jirou didn’t even notice jaehyun had walked ahead.

( maybe it was jirou’s fault but jaehyun. dumbass. )

jirou was crouched, evidently staring at something before her. she turned to glance at jaehyun before stepping aside, still crouched. it was a little dog, a helpless whimpering little pipsqueak. “we have to help it,” jirou spoke with dread, her eyes almost identical to the puppy’s. however, clouded with predominant love for animals, she failed to notice the dog was wounded. soon, she heard growling and before jirou could step back, it was too late.

“fuck!”

Where was she?

The setting sun cast longer shadows, the breeze rustling the leaves of nearby trees. The soft clangs of a distant wind chime reached Jaehyun’s ears and he visibly shuddered. It was hard to believe that the area he was in used to be such a popular place before: rows of colorful shops, neon signs and street vendors trying to sell their products to passersby. Now, it was a barren wasteland with broken glass littering the sidewalk and dark interiors of business establishments that showed signs of being raided in the past. Not a soul was in sight, but now that he thought about it, it was preferable over having the bad kind of company. Now, if only he could find his companion.

❝ Jirou? Jirou, where are you? ❞ Keeping his volume low so as to not attract any zombies, he continued moving between cars and debris, swiftly avoiding stepping on anything that could make noise. He turned his back on her for a solid fifteen seconds (he was counting, of course) and she just disappeared. Where the hell had she gone off to? He had even searched two nearby alleys without much luck, but third turned out to be the charm as he found her partially hidden behind a dumpster doing God knew what. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed and approached her, frustration apparent in his tone. ❝ You can’t just run off like that. What are you doing there, anyway? ❞

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                                 "less people, less luggage. give yourself that benefit.”

below are some plots for the event! feel free to message me if anything sparks your interest. on the other hand, we can definitely brainstorm too! i’m excited for this au! (´∀｀）

i. after a couple hours out to scavenge, jirou came back to her father missing. you claim to know where he is. you help her—she helps you in something you needed—and they find him. only.... he has turned into something she feared the most. she couldn’t kill him. almost getting bitten, you help her. since then, albeit not being verbal about it, she clings to you.

ii. she’s great with guns. you’re not great with anything, at least self-defense wise. you have to fend for yourself, she said, but in no time, she’s training you how to aim.

iii. she claimed she was in this grocery first. you said the same. do you fight or compensate?

iv. jirou wasn’t a hero. everyone had their own shit to handle but with your scream for help, the chilling groans of the dead, guilt made jirou act not like herself. she saved you and despite agreeing on parting ways, she ran into you again. in the same goddamn scenario. what the fuck are you even doing?

v. one was bound to be hurt sooner or later. jirou wounded herself during a trip to loot, thankfully not from a deceased. knowledgeable of only mending herself for a while, she stumbled on you. she’s wounded, cold, almost out of blood, but thankfully, you have the equipment—and skills—to aid to her. she’s become luggage for now, but she swore she’ll help.

vi. after quite some time, jirou grew tired of the world’s situation. convinced things will never get better, you come across a suicidal jirou. you help her but that doesn’t mean she’s going to put an effort in living. you, however, changed her mind. she has a reason to live now, and that’s you. until she lost you. at least for a while. she saw you again, fortunately, and this is the first time you saw her act like this.

vii. the world is silent. everything’s silent. we’re in our shed now. you ask jirou what you have. liquor! it’s been ages since jirou last tasted alcohol. you guys have a fun night. a chill, peaceful night, when the stars were brighter than pre-apocalypse. no zombies. perhaps there was one or two now and then, but you and jirou handled it well.

viii. jirou isn’t the type to stick in a group. maybe she will but only for a short period of time, only beneficial for her. jirou liked the liberty of making her own decisions. you knew this yet you invited her to your group. this whole plot, you just hope she stays. maybe she changes her mind. your group makes good breakfast. make good talks. but no. jirou wanted to leave. however, you were the first she told about her plan. then she asked if you wanted to join her. will you?

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jirou couldn’t care about the validity of the news less. rumors traveled quickly, almost as fast as the alleged disease. some people simply enjoyed the satisfaction of deceit, most of the population believing creative fictitious events most commonly based on apocalyptic movies. her father, however, was otherwise. the truth mattered. a simple rumor awakened his doubt. jirou watched on the side. seeing nothing was coming from this doctor, he stepped out for a smoke. once outside, jirou focused on the man. he was tall and assertive, words calculated to portray the lack of emotion. how doctors should be. “how many people have asked you about the news at this point, doc?”

work had been hectic, more than usual this week. daniel had told himself he wouldn’t be talking about the young boys with anyone who didn’t work at the hospital, but it was only a matter of time before the news had caught on, and the town started to talk. daniel scoffs & adverts his eyes down. the time had come that someone was to ask of it. “legally, i am not allowed to share, sorry.” and that was the truth. “so please do not bother me with the topic again.” 

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i’m actually ecstatic i got in with this event starting. no drastic changes will happen during this event. nonetheless, let’s plot for this! :’) i’ll probably post like a little plots masterlist sometime soon.

Think about your character’s area they live in– how would this impact your survival and response–how fast it spreads– so on and so forth!

i imagine jirou stayed at sapyeong with her dad when the chaos broke out. wide spacious roads, every vicinity taking at least a fifteen-minute walk, jirou wouldn’t struggle to move around. as long as it didn’t require her to run, at least.

How does your character react to the rumors of zombies? 

jirou didn’t even pay any attention to the news. not until her father shushed her one night while having dinner. it was something about an illness, he said. jirou scoffed. is this another kind of aids? kids need to start keeping their genitals in their pants. her father shook his head but jirou soon saw the intensity. it was when her neighbor’s child (woopie doo plot!) arrived back from the city. it was all true, they said.

Is your character prepared? 

no. jirou is everything but prepared. being the poorest student in physical education, and the lack of interest in anything sweat inducing, count her out. at most, you could trust her in moving slowly and silently rather than barging in and taking all the attention.

Mentally, physically, as well as their food, home, transportation–etc situation. Have they been saving food in case of a crisis?

jirou’s mentally strong. nothing could really stop her. it was something she got from her father. physically? nope. jirou wasn’t physically strong. she could barely keep her door closed before when her father tried barging in. (she should probably start working on that soon.) ever since the news, her father started stocking some supplies up. jirou laughed at him but as soon as she real news hit her, she started helping her father.

Does your character know basic survival skills?

basic survival, yes. very basic. just enough to keep her breathing. barely anything as self-defense though. taking those aiming classes can now come in handy. (hopefully?)

How long do you think your character would survive? 

with her dad, probably quite a while. her confidence may lead her otherwise though.

are they afraid/frightened of the outbreak? 

not really. at least not until the walls of her house keep up.

Are they afraid/frightened of the possibility of dying and/or being turned? 

jirou fears the painful death instead. the stubby teeth burying onto her flesh and the vomiting and nausea. jirou doesn’t fear death, but rather the process of it.

Are they the type to turn to the chaos of the world and start vandalizing and hurting others–stealing? Or do they help as much as they can? 

it will depend. by default, jirou wouldn’t hurt anyone but she wouldn’t blatantly offer a helping hand either. all man for himself, right? not unless she could benefit from you. that’s just how the world works. just simple trade.

Do their personalities change in the panic? 

not really. jirou’s calm before the outbreak, she’s still as calm. however, she’s become more pessimistic than ever. if the doctor’s failed to get a cure now, they won’t be able to find a cure anytime soon. her life will probably end of a natural reason before humanity would even get a glimpse of a cure.

How do they react when it actually happens before their eyes?

shocked. too surprised to move she might even be the deceased’s next meal. someone has to pull her out of her trance.

Is your character physically inclined? Or mentally? 

jirou has a mental state of a bull. at least, that’s what she protrays. she is everything but physically fit.

Will they go full force fighting the zombies or will they outsmart them?

being the least athletic child, jirou would rather use cleverness than fight dozens. it’s a waste of time and effort.

Is your character part of an important position– Like the police? Doctors?

How do they respond? What extra things do they know that the public does not? 

How far do you think your character will last?

she’ll last a while. with her father motivating her to continue breathing, she’ll be willing to practice her aim. maybe even form a group. she’s aware of her weaknesses. with more people around and to look after, things will be much easier. as long as no betrayal happens.

What kind of zombie would they probably be? Smarter? Stronger? faster? Slower?

jirou would most probably go by instinct. hunger will drive her places. she’ll scavenge anything she could find. however, if she senses imminent danger, she’ll be the first to run. her hunger never dies, but life may end. she’s smarter. her slow movements is what helps her stay silent and out of enemy’s radar.

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hello hello! im yat and im glad to be in this rp! ive been looking for this kind for quite some time now so u bet mi ass im everywhere lmao anyway, below the cut are some points about jirou that aren’t in the application. i have yet to put a plots page up but here is her full bio (its long but ily if u finish it) & here is her profile. give this post a like n i’ll go thru ur plots page (if u have one) so we can have smth going on!

her parents wanted another son and had that name fixed the day her momma found out she’s preggo. seeing a girl didnt change her father’s decision of giving his child the name jirou

didn’t return home with a report card full of As bc lazy & lack of encouragement

mommy didnt praise bb girl jirou up hence giving up

has always found girls to be wonderful

give me that first girlfriend pLOT

believed guys are obnoxious (GIVE ME ANOTHER PLOT WHERE SHES CONVINCED OTHERWISE)

she loves tattoos & loves pissing elders about it (being a girl in a tattoo parlor gets their blood boiling)

(dont wanna be That emo mun but—the sarcastic & witty demeanor is a defense mechanism against emotional dependency)

she loves feeding stray cats & dogs—never beggars tho

living so close to yongdeok art college, she spends most of afternoons there, especially whenever they host an art showcase (give me a plot where someone convinces her to enroll Yes/or someone she meets ONLY during the showcase and never otherwise)

with her father living in sapyeong country homes, she goes there during fridays and goes back home on a sunday night. that’s when she visits the doggie daycare as well

never took relationships seriously (hence the 1st gf/bf plots will most likely end w jirou just not putting enough effort or just pessimistic throughout the whole thing)

also TATTOO ARTISTSSSS LETS PLOOOTTTT

these are all for now! plots page will be done sometime today or tmr! let’s all have fun rping!

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