Quick Note: First of all, this story will contain mature content. Gore, foul language, possibly adult situations, and who knows what else will make an appearance.
Secondly, this story takes place in...sort of an alternate universe. It includes some information on one of Zen's past lives, but everything written down for Muse (given the name Renee for the purpose of this roleplay) is strictly non-canonical.
Thirdly, I don't know anything about weapons, or farming, or half of the stuff in this roleplay. So if I write things that aren't exactly realistic, that's probably why. I don't know stuff. I'm ignorant. Don't judge me.
Inazen & Renee
"Dammit Zen, I told you to watch the door!"
The woman was furiously pacing up and down the length of the barn. There was blood dripping from both hands and a gash on her left cheek that needed medical attention, but she didn't seem to notice. Her attention was on the barn doors, or rather, on the things outside that were pounding on them. Every now and then, her stern glare would focus on her male companion, flashing with anger.
To his credit, the man did seem apologetic. Even as he answered gruffly, there was a look of concern in his eyes. "I thought I saw someone. Someone alive, I mean. Who made you the boss anyways?" As he saw the woman preparing to shout at him some more, he quickly put his hands up in defense. "Alright, alright. You're right, Renee. I should have been watching the door. At least we both got out without any injuries, right? Well, without any major injuries at least."
Renee rolled her eyes. "If we get out of this alive, I'm going to kill you. It'll be nice and slow, and you'll get to watch me feed bits and pieces of you to the zombies before I finally end your miserable excuse for a life."
The threat didn't seem to bother Inazen much. He simply snorted and replied, "Nah, you won't do that. You're too fond of me to get rid of me that easily."
Secondly, this story takes place in...sort of an alternate universe. It includes some information on one of Zen's past lives, but everything written down for Muse (given the name Renee for the purpose of this roleplay) is strictly non-canonical.
Thirdly, I don't know anything about weapons, or farming, or half of the stuff in this roleplay. So if I write things that aren't exactly realistic, that's probably why. I don't know stuff. I'm ignorant. Don't judge me.
Inazen & Renee
"Dammit Zen, I told you to watch the door!"
The woman was furiously pacing up and down the length of the barn. There was blood dripping from both hands and a gash on her left cheek that needed medical attention, but she didn't seem to notice. Her attention was on the barn doors, or rather, on the things outside that were pounding on them. Every now and then, her stern glare would focus on her male companion, flashing with anger.
To his credit, the man did seem apologetic. Even as he answered gruffly, there was a look of concern in his eyes. "I thought I saw someone. Someone alive, I mean. Who made you the boss anyways?" As he saw the woman preparing to shout at him some more, he quickly put his hands up in defense. "Alright, alright. You're right, Renee. I should have been watching the door. At least we both got out without any injuries, right? Well, without any major injuries at least."
Renee rolled her eyes. "If we get out of this alive, I'm going to kill you. It'll be nice and slow, and you'll get to watch me feed bits and pieces of you to the zombies before I finally end your miserable excuse for a life."
The threat didn't seem to bother Inazen much. He simply snorted and replied, "Nah, you won't do that. You're too fond of me to get rid of me that easily."