Survival of The Fittest RP

Iona:

~follows behind Angel~

 

Maeve:

I stand up and dry my hands on my trousers. I put my gloves on again. I glance at the sky then choose a big tree to climb up.

 

Iona: No? Do you? ~shrugs and continues~

 

Maeve:

I sit on a big branch and looks around the surrounding area.

 

Iona: Well they were the last time I checked, unless they, for some reason, built a shelter and then left right after for no reason. ~Drops a piece of wood on the path and glances back~

 

Dezera crosses her arms. "I'm coming along with you whenever you go hunting. You can't object." She stared at Dean.

 

Derix chews silently. "If you don't mind, can I ask where you're from?" He asked a while later, trying to lighten up the atmosphere.

 

• Beatrice •
Takes a cracker and pats the spot next to me, motioning to sit down.

 

Derix sits down beside Beatrice. "I'm from London. You?"

 

• Beatrice •
Smiles lightly "I'm from Australia. Melbourne to be exact" nibbles on the cracker.

 

"I've never been to Australia, how's it like?" Derix asked, curious.

 

• Beatrice •
I shrug "I don't know" I say not knowing what to say

 

Dean: whatever just stay out of my way once I start hunting-he looks up-you can follow me but not stand beside me

 

(I'm really sorry, I'm deleting the app. Just say I died)

 

Dezera beamed, though it felt like he was shutting himself in again, at least he let her follow him. "I'll just hop from tree to tree, just don't hit me."

 

Maeve:

I sit up realising I fell asleep on the branch and climb down the tree.

 

After seeing the horrific sight of Beatrice dead, he ran back to camp to find their leader and inform her of the unfortunate news, covering his mouth with a hand, trying to prevent himself from puking. He stumbled, but kept running, his face filled with shock and horror.