(Nothing much happened since you last got a recap... Just look at
my post and find out what happened since last recap X3)
Time Dragon Leone Nagasama at your service!
I care for all people, no matter who or what they are.
Due to past experience, I've come to grow fond of taking care of
other people, and I will try my best to keep all life pure and
sacred.
If you'd like to contact me, message my Discord! Jonzy
Fatecaller#1127
Clarisse spun her scythe in her hands like those men in top hats
spun canes for entertainment. It was a habit she picked up, being
in the middle of an apocalypse. Not that she really got bored,
counting she was kind of on the brink of getting her brain ripped
out brutally... She walked into a random person's house, aware that
the door had been broke down. She scruffily scouted the inside.
Empty. Obviously whoever could of lived here before the zombie
invasion should of been dead by now. She and Sparrow walked
cautiously to the second floor, side-by-side and ready for combat.
Nothing emerged from the shadows to rip their heads off. "Did you
hear that?" Sparrow whispered. "Hear what?" She whispered back.
"Whoa!" Clarisse jumped as this boy exited a room. She swore rather
loudly. Then the boy disappeared, which left them in shock.
Shadow remembered hearing a curse before he left, but he wasn't
sure who had said it. He had continued on and was waiting for Luke
and Kenny to go and find the others.
Time Dragon Leone Nagasama at your service!
I care for all people, no matter who or what they are.
Due to past experience, I've come to grow fond of taking care of
other people, and I will try my best to keep all life pure and
sacred.
If you'd like to contact me, message my Discord! Jonzy
Fatecaller#1127
"Who the heck was that?!" Clarisse screamed. "Gosh. Just calm down,
C." Sparrow grumbled. "Whoever that was probably already raided
this place. C'mon, let's go raid another house before we get our
guts eaten." Sparrow ushered, practically yanking his partner out
of the house. He and Clarisse had to chop off some decayed heads
before they managed to find another house (stupid other house--it
was located nowhere near a neighborhood). "Do you think that was a
survivor?" Sparrow asked hopefully, looking towards Clarisse. "I
don't know. Maybe we'll meet him again." She replied. That was more
like her--she didn't really think about the past. Mainly just the
future.