“It’s fun until you get thrown down a slide by a gorilla shaped mutant the size of an industrial tractor.”

Nick would be walking down an industrial zone alleyway, not too many infected around… but who knows what else could be here? He’d be walking through the alley as he whistled, armed with an AR-15 strapped to his back, a Deagle, and an adrenaline shot. “If I was a rich man..”

“Well, I sure shit barely had any interactions today. Goodnight.”

Stands cockily in 6’1.

“What the full and honest truth was I was going to Savannah to find some gullible chumps on a boat casino… and ended up finding a city filled with infected freaks.” He’d adjust his jacket. “And the suits not cheap, jughead. That’s one thing I’ll get straight with you.”

“You’re telling me.”

//Someone please interact with this for the love of god

𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬? 【𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 “𝐃-𝐅𝐞𝐧𝐬” 𝐅𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫】 |#FDRP| |#MVRP|

//I AM BEGGING FOR INTERACTIONS

Nick was squatting in an abandoned warehouse, alone with a dimly lit barrel fire and sticks, roasting some hot dogs… peaceful. Although, he can’t shake the feeling that someone… or something was watching him as he talked to himself. “It’s creepy here, but better than zombies.”

//SOMEONE INTERACT WITH MEEEEEE

“Gross.”

For plot purposes, Nick is not familiar with witches. Nick would flinch, not expecting the loud siren-like crying. He’d look around, being unable to find anyone. He would then feel prompted to walk forward more, yelling out “Anyone there?! I’m a good guy!”

//I post these things knowing I will get no interactions. Such is the life of a small rp account.

interaction call like for small starter like+rt for a multi paragraph starter because I’m bored