#marvelzombiesrp

If it wasn’t for the espresso machine brought in by the Scavengers before her, Gwen knew she wouldn’t have survived the day. Haven required a hell of a background check before completely accepting her into their ranks, but she knew it was worth it. Knew she was doing more good here than out on the streets fighting a fight that would be better off not fought alone, so she promised herself two more shots before forcing herself to engage with other human life. 

But the moment was nice. Basking in the morning sun on the porch of her assigned dorm, just the way she and her father had once enjoyed their mornings together. Such peaceful bliss...before the caffeine kicked in and slapped them both back to reality. She could imagine today would be no different from the approach of footsteps in the dirt.

  The sweat burned in her eyes, but she was too focused to wipe it away, The training course set in front of her growing narrow, tunnel vision setting in as all distractions fell away. The animal inside her made more than one appearance, growing more unstable the angrier she got. Time! She had to beat her time!

  Claws buried in the wall to launch herself over with one jump, retracting and landing faster than her brain could process what she’d done, allowing the wolf to take full control of her body, an allowance not always permitted consciously by her, but if it would get her to beat her time...

  It was shifts like this when she grew nervous of herself...downright terrified at other times. But, she crossed the finish line, slamming the red timer button to stop the countdown before she could turn into something far more reckless. 

  She put her hands on her knees, leaning over to catch her breath, finally able to wipe her red, sweaty bangs from her forehead, a relief to say the least. But then, she saw her time.

  A full four seconds behind her last record! 

  She lost it. Went berzerk, blood boiling as barrels were overturned, weights launched into the brick walls. The temper tantrum of the century. 

  But, it was insanity. She’d somehow done worse than yesterday!

  With a barrel over her head like a classless ape (guess her mother hadn’t taught her better, all etiquette out the window), howling with a war cry to rival the gods, about to smash the absolute-

  There was a voice. Maybe, even a squeak. A pixie’s cry.

  She turned just enough to see a small girl, not as small as Rahne, but a fellow fun size for sure. But, what really caught her eye was the vibrant pink of her hair, glittering in the afternoon daylight like fairy dust. And her face, heavenly. Just...

  What did she say? Rahne thought to herself, going over in her head what she would say back, the nerves eating her alive as the barrel began to tremble in her grasp, the adrenaline wearing off as she tried to figure out what the bloody hell to say to such a pretty...girl...why was she so nervous?!

  “Go again, lass! Ah didn’ catch that!” she finally called out to the girl, still staring in awe like an idiot, but she couldn’t help it. Seriously, why couldn’t she help it? And then, the barrel tipped over.

She knew the drill. Show up, get checked in, get scanned for the infection, bullshit the interrogation, welcome to Haven! The destination of hope for the hopeless. 

Sure.

It was all laid out in wildly innapropriate detail by Wade himself in a letter she still had folded up somewhere at the bottom of her bag. For reference. Not for any sentimental value. She didn’t keep anything like that. 

Unnecessary baggage. 

She was leaned against the counter, tapping her chipped black nails against the leather of her jacket between her folded arms while she waited impatiently to be assigned a room when she heard it. Heard him. The him that convinced her to join this apocalyptic superhero orgy.

Wade fucking Wilson.

Miles Morales isn’t exactly a local, but maybe that doesn’t matter so much these days.

A virus has ripped through the earth, transforming all who are infected into monsters who crave flesh.

Miles is ready to fight.

Tommy’s job in Haven took him around the world. Literally. From collecting coffee beans in Brazil to supplies back in Wakanda, it was busy work. Usually he’d either be given the tasks up front or he’d overhear someone and make a note of it. To help with requests, he took the liberty of creating (rather quickly) a cork board that he’d place outside his room for people to pin stuff on.

Hope and Scott had arrived at Haven early morning, been seen through quarantine by an old school friend of Hope’s, which was surreal enough in itself... And they'd found Cassie. Hope had promised Scott that she would help him find her, and they had.

Hope was assigned a room, which was larger than the places they'd been sleeping in over the last couple of years... Alone, in the silence, Hope realised that this was the first time in almost three years anything had been hers and not theirs. This thought left a sinking feeling in her stomach and not one of relief like she thought it would.

She sighed to herself, lost in thought as she walked around Haven. They'd done the right thing, hadn't they? Scott would eventually get an apartment with Cassie and Hope would be... Here. Alone... They had been apart less than hour and she already missed him. What was wrong with her?!

Hope made the decision to go and get some food, forcing all thoughts of Scott from her mind as she turned, causing someone to walk straight into her. "Oh. I'm sorry!" she apologised. "I'm not used to having so many other people around"

I started this week with Extremely Good Intentions to get most of my mountain of replies done before I leave for Bali on Saturday.

I regret to inform you that I will not be achieving that.

By Tuesday I caught some kind of virus and my brain stopped working.  I still need to pick up some last minute things tomorrow before I leave, so I really just won’t have the time to get things done before I fly out.

I will be returning on the 16th and you can expect your replies soon after that.  This applies to my other characters, Laura Kinney, Bobbi Morse, Mystique and Thor.

Open to Multiple

Matt looked absolutely ridiculous. He couldn’t see it himself of course, but he could hear the snickers his fellow survivors gave him as he walked through Haven. He could hear the stopped heart beats of people who were shocked to see his face here. Even his radar sense confirmed it as mind mapped out the forms of fingers pointing him out as people whispered about him to their friends. Whispers which he, of course, heard every word of.

He grimaced. Maybe it was too much to hope that people would just forget that Matt Murdock was outed as Daredevil in the press. Maybe it was too much to pray that people would not question how a blind guy could possibly survive the apocalypse this long without being Daredevil. Maybe Matt was asking for too much to even attempt to be Matt Murdock in a settlement filled with superheroes who knew better.

Well, Matt didn’t care. Call him nostalgic but a part of him missed living his double life of Matt Murdock and Daredevil. He hadn’t been able to properly live as Matthew Michael Murdock since the apocalypse first happened. Ever since that faithful day he had been living in constant Daredevil mode just to fend for his life. A part of him missed... his more mundane identity. Now that he was in a settlement that was not covered in zombies from head to toe, he felt like he should be allowed to be Matt again.

He was however, extremely thankful that he was able to get cleaned up when he entered Haven. It was a huge weight off his shoulders to not have to deal with his own body oder anymore.

His original glasses were cracked and falling apart. Now, he had a new pair that both protected his eyes and announced to the world he was blind as a bat. Only a few hours ago his sight cane was covered in dried zombie guts to accommodate for all the times he used it as a billy club to fight off zombies. It was just cleaned off when entering, but internally he was thankful it even still transformed back into a regular cane at all.