I have a Jack Frost RP character and I've been planning a Zombie Apocalypse AU RP which should start soon and I keep writing things for it so
I guess I'll keep them here as well since I write a lot and I want….opinions on it.
I won't reveal the characters names, pretty sure you can guess though. The AU RP is going to include a few different versions of Jack Frost, so I'd rather not reveal the names….not yet, at least.
She woke up.
And wasn't that a change? To know that she could still sleep.
Was that proof that she was still living?
Placing a hand over her chest, over her heart, she could feel the slow, slower than others, beat of her heart, pumping blood through her still, human body.
The thought—no, the proof of that made her want to cry. The knowledge that she wasn't one of them (yet) sent relief throughout her whole body.
She still had time.
Pulling her sheet off of herself, she glanced down at her arm as soon as she sat up, staring at the scratched there.
They were getting a black tinge around the area, green mixing in with it. The scratches were still bright red, as if they had just happened the day before. It looked new, if you took away the discoloration around it, but she knew it wasn't.
Scratches made a slow change.
Only bites were quick, almost right away.
A look out the window told her that it was (possibly) afternoon. Good, around this time they would all be less likely to be around in swarms. She'd probably find a couple outside, she could handle it.
She got out of bed.
Time to move again.