Note: titles a bit odd, may change later. I struggled to name this one.

I've done a page very similar to this, and dropped it for a few reasons, but thought I'd pick it back up with a few big changes! My original was an apocalypse single mother with one child, and I may bring her back around some time, just for the option to have a man and a female choice for these similar scenes. For now, though, I was down to switch things up for this!

This page has a few rules though. I'll always allow you to play multiple characters if you really want to, but if you want a romance with the characters, it needs to be appropriate. I won't have your 18 year old flirting with the 40 year old.
So if you do want a romance, I'd pick who you wanna shoot for, and then adjust character age and such accordingly. Also, the youngest daughter is off limits entirely. She's a child, not someone to romance.

That said, I'm totally up for whatever creative angle you wanna take! You want to play a mother/father too? Go for it! You want to play a child? I'm sure we can work out a situation where the father will take care of the character. Disabilities of any kind? Not a problem. Make the character interesting if you want the extra drama! I myself will be throwing in a few curve balls, and with that said, it's time for some warnings.

This page will include topics of death, blood, bodies, and pregnancy, and a few other topics of that intensity.
If you recongize the first scene it's because it was one of the original scenes I did, and thought I'd bring it back up, because it was a pretty popular start to the last page.

Name: Griffin Bay Whitlock

Gender: Male, he/him

Age: 43 years old

Appearance:

Personality: Griffen is a very smart individual. He's calm, takes the time to think things through deeply, and rarely gets angry. He meshes well with most personalities, and is actaully a bit of a people pleaser. He's a quick learner, but clumsy at times. He's friendly, all smiles to most strangers as long as he doesn't feel threatened. Resourceful, zero waste type of person.

Backstory:

Griffen has seen a lot since the apocolypse. Before this, he led a pretty normal life. He worked in construction, building, tinkering, and fixing things in his free time. He always had a knack for creating.

He met his wife in highschool, and they were practically inseparable. They married almost immediately after graduation, and had a child. His wife was a veterinarian, and they were both set decently to raise their first little girl, Denisse.

If they'd known the apocolypse was coming, they might have spared their child that life. It all happened so fast. One minute, the both of them working at their own jobs, and the next.. running with a crowd of people towards what they thought would be safety, scrambling to find their daughter and go with them.

It got easier, figuring out fast that most safe places weren't all that safe after all. He was taught how to care for wounds, and his strength provided decent protection and the ability to do the hardest work. But.. then Amie, his wife, got pregnant again. It was the worst news they could have gotten. The rest of the pregnancy was spent creating what safe space they could, hoarding supply after supply of what they could need for the baby and the labor. Despite all of the hard work to ensure it could be the easiest path to make for them, she died in the process. A healthy little girl was born.

The loss was hard, for both him and Denisse. He didn't have much time for grieving. Instead, he took care of what was left of his family in that safe space, until their supplies run too low. Until the travel to find supplies was too far. And then they left it behind, saying only one last goodbye to Amies grave.

It's gotten easier. His daughters grew tough. They've had many adventures through a decade of an apocolypse, and despite how messy everything was, he would stop at nothing to protect them.

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Name: Denisse Clair Whitlock

Gender: female, she/her

Age: 17, turning 18 soon

Appearance:

Personality: Denisse can be a little bit of a troublemaker. She'd love nothing more then that to let loose for even one day. Because of this, she can be pretty reckless sometimes. She's very talkative, maybe verging into gossipy every now and then. But she's kind, and drops whatever she's doing at the first sign of someone in need of help. She loves to have fun, and she'll do her best to make those around her happy, keeping up a positive attitude for the majority of the time. Secretly though, she may be more bitter and angry then she let's on.

Backstory:

Denisse is definitely an average teenager. With the world the way it is, she was robbed of the majority of her childhood. She was only 5, after all, when it all began. Other then a few fuzzy memories of the world before, this is all she knows. Survival.

She was 7 when her younger sister was born, and the day her mother died due to the complications.

At first there was a hint of hatred in Denisse. A crying, screaming baby that lured in the dead constantly, taking the place of her mother? It was a lousy trade in her eyes. Scarlett brought nothing but annoyance and neediness, which was even harder to care for in the conditions they were trying to raise her.

But time passed, and she cried less and less, and grew strong. Denisse saw a lot of her lost mother in Scarlett. Her voice, her behavior, even the way she talks and holds herself. It's only gotten more obvious as she's grown, the girl was like a clone. And Denisse grew to love the parts of her she once cringed to see.
She's grown more empathic, caring about those who are helpless, and she's learned how to comfort in a world lacking in that ability so much.

Still, she's barely an adult herself. And she makes mistakes. She holds a recent secret from her family, one that terrifies her all over again. She felt like a lousy sister, how could she not be a lousy mother too?

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Name: Scarlett Cora Whitlock

Gender: Female, she/her

Age: 10 years old

Appearance:

Personality: Scarlett is actually a bit selfish. She's just a child, so she still has a lot to learn, but what she has learned has left many things to be desired. She's shy, more on the quiet side, but very hyper. She can hardly sit still for very long. She can be very blunt and straight forward. Reckless at times, as all kids can be. When she's relaxed around you though, she's very physically affectionate, and you'll find that the selfish actions melt away as her loyalty builds.

Backstory:

Scarlett whole life has been in the apocolypse. She learned quickly, and young, that she was usually in constant danger.

But it wasn't all bad. She had her older sister, and a father who did everything he could to provide, filling both his own position and the shoes of their lost mother. By now, she knows her mother is dead because of her being brought into the world. She believes it's her fault. It doesn't tear her up as much as it did when she first learned that hard fact. She just wishes it hadn't gone the way it had.

To make up for it, she's done her absolute best to grow strong and capable, willing to do anything for her remaining family. It's an unflinching look at life for her. Things die, some things need to be killed, and sometimes hard choices need to be done. She'll do whatever she thinks is necessary for them.

It's important to note that she also has a dog. Something she raised herself, after miraculously finding a young puppy by itself, eyes shut with infection. It took a lot of work, and convincing, but she was able to heal and keep her around. They still aren't sure what the breed of their puppy is, but they're happy to consider it part of the family now, and have for a year.

Scarlett lovingly named her Poppy

Scene 1:

Its been over a decade since the apocolypse began, around 12 years ago.

You managed to get yourself a nice position in a safe camp! Maybe you're just here for a quick stay, and you'll be back out soon. Maybe you live here permanently now, or planned to anyways.

Whatever the situation, as of today, you're simply helping to run a little store inside of the safe camp. It's usually expensive items up for trade, medicines, weapons, personal items to pick from- you name it. It was an impressive array, mostly from the people who go out and find things to bring back for the camp.

You sat at the counter, watching a few familiar faces browsing through for needed picks. Until you noticed someone not as familiar to you, someone new. A child. She must have only been ten, hair obscuring some of her face, and not making much eye contact with the people around her. Most kids were pretty shy these days. It was hard to socialize the new generation when most of the people in the world were dead or partly-dead.

So you decided not to push, turning your head to watch a different trader coming inside. Except that out of the corner of your eye, you saw the small child swipe a bottle of medicine from the shelves, and place it inside her hoodie pocket. She turned to go back out of the little shop quickly.

You...

Scene 2:

You're in a rough spot right now. You don't have many supplies at all, but luckily for you, you've just stumbled across a new town!

It didn't seem very busy. You couldn't see an amazing amount of houses or stores just yet, but that means less dead for you! At least for now.

Everything was very silent. It'd be dark soon enough, you needed a place to settle in, a place to search for those supplies you'd need very soon. You found a little shop, it's windows long busted in. Or you assumed, since it was so quiet. Careful not to cut yourself, you climb into the little grocery store.

At first everything was okay. You even scored some cans, hidden under a few shelves, carrying them in your arms with total satisfaction to have found something so easily and with no interruption.

Until you heard something around the corner. Tapping the shelves, the shuffling of store items against the floor when they walked, slowly. Your heart picked up. It could be a zombie, but something about the way it moved with more purpose told you it was a survivor, which seemed a bit more dangerous.

You were careful while moving with the noises, trying to catch a sight of the stranger. A girl, holding a thin box in one hand with a frown, clearly trying to read its labels, and holding a machete in her other. She gave an annoyed sigh, and you quickly ducked back around the corner before she'd see you.

She was walking your way now, seconds from rounding that same corner, right to your path.

You...

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