Name Rachel (or Ray)
Age 21
Branch No Branch
:3
Home town (And where you work now) Portland, OR (Hot n fucking deserted part of Texas.)
Specialties uhh basically sleeping with my double-barrel gun
Likes Sleep, Music (Deffinately BlackVeilBrides), Vodka (WARNING:: if i dont have my daily dose of Vodka and chill pills I will rage quit.)
Dislikes Her 'specialty' pills that keep her calm.
bio I have my own way in killing things. Unlike my annoying brother who needs a life beside following me around like a mother and making sure I take my pills >C I sleep with a bottle of Vodka and a double-barreled gun in my hand at night. Unlike my brother (who again is a mother) yells at me sleeping with a loaded gun >_< and he likes to sleep with little dolls. Hinty hint hint:: No matter what the fuck you are, if you're charging at me with fangs and claws in the lead i will fucking shoot you. (obviously I have a bunch of anger and hate in me after my stupid ass parents died, THE END)Hate,
Rachel.
Pic (Just a link is optional) https://i.servimg.com/u/f48/15/18/37/25/rachel10.jpg (I consider not brushing my hair RIGHT when I get up.)
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Name Logan
Age 24
Branch No Branch now.
Home town (And where you work now) Portland, OR (Hot n fucking deserted part of Texas.)
Specialties Knives and Machetes. (anything shiny and sharp.)
Likes Music, to annoy my little sister, cars.
Dislikes His sister being hammered, (which it takes two and a half bottles now because of her drinking so much), Zombies and whores, Or Zombie Whores, WHore zombies, not sure.
bio NO I DO NOT HAVE DOLLS, she is on her pills again. or her period T_T but then again she acts like shes on her period 24 fucking 7. ANYWAYS yes sleeping with a loaded gun worries me. Yet thats just the cautious careful Logan talking.
Pic (Just a link is optional) ((XD I HAD TO USE THIS THIS WAS THE ONLY ONE XDD DONT BLAME ME) https://2img.net/h/i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo70/OMFGimgay/emo-boys-are-hot.jpg?t=1242080785 (was drunk sorry)
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In there new Dodge charger with blood spllatered on the side because of Logan's reckless zombie killing with his NEW CAR T_T, Rachel complains about him going too fast and them running into too much zombies. Logan rolls his yes. Rachel takes a swig off her Vodka, she screams and scares the shit out of Logan, "WHERE THE FUCK IS THE REST OF IT! LOGAN! WE HAVE TO GO TO THE LIQUOR STORE!"
he sighs, "Didn't you JUST get a new fucking bottle! Buy your own damn gas and liquor."
She freaks out making rude hand gestures. They run over a lumpy Zombie, Rachel slams her head into the dashboard.
Logan laughs, "Thats what seatsbelts are for, drunki."
Rachel lifts her head, grabbing tissues to plug her now bleeding nose. "YOu did that on purpose you bastard!"
"Not my fault our parents weren't married."
"UGH! FORGET IT. I"ll JUST GO APE SHIT."
"Thats what pills are for, my dear."
"FUCK OFF!"
Logan laughs at her stupidity.
I swear shes smarter when shes drunk. xDLogan pulls into a parking lot near an abandoned Albertsons and a Liquor store. "Better run."
Rachel grabs her gun, aiming it at two heads running towards the car, she gets out and sprints to the door, shooting the lock and grabbing any vodka and Jack Daniels near by.
Logan smirks,
Funny part is you can drink drive and crash less because all the fucked up tweekers died.Rachel gets back into the car as they drive off.