Franses 

After dinner and many bad puns, I show Ren and Danie to their living quarters. Poppy goes off to claim a room for us, while I grab my sttuff, readying for another human search. I leave the shelter, and head off. Before I am completely in the open, I squeeze my eyes shut, concentrating on my left eye, my blind eye. I open it, the shapes even more viable than with night goggles. It's a little thing I've had for a while now. I've had it for about four years. I stalk out into the forest, everything except for creatures in a type of blue. I see some squirrels scurry up a tree as I pass. Soon, I arrive to a metal door. It seems bolted shut, so I gently knock on it, seeing if there is any life forms. I hear rustling inside, and voices, indicating life.

Hey guys, just to let you know, Franses's eye is currently glowing, just for visual reference. And if you do anything to her out of fear, at the very most, knock her out. 

Benedict-

"Well l-"

A knocking sounds echos through the nearly empty cellar. We freeze, one thought entering my mind. 

Zombie. 

l can hear a shuffling step or two, and then fingers loudly fumbling at the latch of the door. There is no where to run. The zombies are apparently intelligent enough to open things, and somehow this one smelled us out. 

The trap door starts to creep open. Iris and l quietly back into the shadows, l too shocked to do much else. 

"Hello?" 

Murky light flood the cellar, bringing a crisp blast of air. Okay, false alarm. Zombies, as far as l know, can't speak. 

"Identity yourself!" 

"Um, friend! Ally!" A few seconds later, a girl drops through the trap door, landing on the ground. She is short and pale, with black hair that was tired to be contained in a ponytail, but instead messily sticks up. 

She looks over Iris and l. Upon seeing her face, Iris lefts out a muffled yelp and l promptly trip over backwards. 

"Oh." She says, seeing our reactions, then furrows her brow for a moment, her eye fading to a normal blue. 

"Er, l'm Franese. l was looking for survivors." She offers a hand, it takes a few awkward seconds before Iris takes it. 

"l'm Iris." She says quietly. 

"Benedict Carter." l fold my arms and examine her, distrustful.

"There are others, we have food and shelter. It's safer to stick together. Will you come?"

"Well firstly, why in the  name of sanity, do you go about scaring people to death? And why does your eye glow like that? Frankly, l'm not sure l'd ever go anywhere you said. You are insane. l would never trust you."

Hey guys? I'm a little.. stuck. I can't figure where Ella can fit in on the story. Can you give me some ideas? Currently she was running away.. 

Hey guys? I'm a little.. stuck. I can't figure where Ella can fit in on the story. Can you give me some ideas? Currently she was running away.. 

Danie~ 

I pace around the room, my brow furrowed. If I was my normal self, I would have taken my machine gun and take to shooting all these people out of my way. But I'm definitely not my normal self, and I probably won't be my normal self anytime soon.

I slip out the door, too restless to stay in the room.

"Oh, hello Danie!" Poppy beams. Her expression then turns slightly serious. "Hey, you never did tell us where you came from."

"I'm from the city. I lived in an apartment," I search around, slightly hoping they had ammo. "Hey, is there any chance you have machine gun ammo?"

Poppy raised an eyebrow. "Well, we have a bit in the stor-" I already took off, searching through the storage room to find what I needed.

"Ahhhh..." I squeezed the ammo, the crazy part of me extremely excited. I bound out the door.

"Where are you going?" Poppy asks.

"What, do you think I'm just gonna stay here and mope about my dumb life?" I laugh, and a little part of me is screaming to stop acting like this. "Nah, I'm going outside."

I step into the deserted place outside shelter. Swinging the machine gun over my shoulder, I start to explore outside.

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Joan, since I'm exploring, perhaps I could find your character.

Ella E.~

I continue to run until I come to the last part of town. There is a forest here, which I quickly run into. Hopefully I can be able to find some shelter for the night, without being attacked by zombies. As soon as I am into the thick of the forest, I stop for a moment to catch my breath. Panting hard, I hear a twig break. I couldn't tell where it came from, who it was, or how close they were. Slowly, I pulled out my sword ready for anything. 

"Who are you? Show yourself!" I called out nervously, hoping that my nervousness didn't show in my voice. I couldn't hear another noise, but I stayed alert. Slowly, I backed up and bumped into a person. 

"AAAHH!!!" we both screamed. The person started to wildly shoot, as I ducked and tried my best to defend myself. As soon as the shooting stopped, the person turned to look at me, and I peered at her through the smoke. It was a girl, with short dirty blond hair and greenish brown eyes. She wore a shirt that looked a little to big for her, and ripped jeans. She also carried a machine gun. We kept looking at each other for a little bit longer, as I decided I would make the first move, and extended my hand after sheathing my sword. 

"Hi. I'm Ella, what's your name?"

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I hope that's ok Danie. If you want to change anything, that's fine with me!  

Eh, don't worry about it, St. l'm not not that picky about how my characters act.

Benedict-

l never will understand some people. They hate the truth and love every cosy lie that you can give them and yet they say they want the truth. Idiots.

"Think me rude, but that is the jist of it." l trail off.

"However,  in the current event of things, it is to my judgement that it would be best to go with you. And so l shall."

"Alright, then....Let's go." Franses gives me an odd glance. 

~Ren

Outside, l hear crackling gunfire. Danie, most likely. Did she run into more zombies? l doubt she would shot at nothing.

Jumping off the bed, l dash to the door, unbolting it and running on outside.

More gunfire.

l follow it into thick woods, dodging around trees, and meet a cloud of smoke. There l catch sight of Danie, no zombies to speak of. l’m being to think that she’s slightly insane.

“Danie? What are you-”

A girl whirls around--she was out of my line of vision before--half drawing a sword. l jump back a few steps. l’m sorry, but what? Who just happens to be carrying around a full sized and very functional looking sword?

“You sure have very sane and sensible friends, Danie.” l say, sarcasm dripping from my voice. “Who just happens to be carrying a sword.”

“She isn’t my friend!” Snaps Danie. “l never saw her before in my life!”

Haha. Likely story.

“Wait, what? Who are you?” Asks the girl. Her words sound calm, but l can hear the rage and anger boiling underneath. She’s an odd one.

“l’m Ren. And that is Danie. But l’m betting that you already know each other. It figures.”

Danie glares daggers at me. l grin a smug smile back at her. This confirms that she is insane.

“Ella.” Her eyes shift from Danie to me.

Poppy ~

I'm beginning to worry. Franses has been gone for awhile now, and our two guests went outside. I hope none of them are hurt. I sit on my bed, scratching our dog's ears, waiting.

Franses ~

I guide the two people back, using my eye as a flashlight for them, and night goggles for me. But I stop when we hear gunshots. I signal for them to stop as I peer through the trees. I see Danie and another girl in the distance. Ren also walks up to them. I signal to Bendict and Iris that it's safe. We walk out in the open.

"Oh, Danie, is this a friend of yours?"

"She isn't my friend, " She growls.

"Well, we better get in the shelter. It's dark, and we need rest." 

Franses~

"Welcome to your new home. I hope you won't be dying to leave."

"My bad pun sense is tingling, Franses."

Poppy walks in, already in her pajamas, and stops suddenly.

"Oh no! You've brought more people, and all of the spagetii's gone! Don't worry, I'll just make more tomorrow. Greetings new friends! I, the Great Poppy, will be at your service when needed. I will show you to the sleeping quarters, where you can choose your rooms. You, fine sir, will get your very own room, at least until another male is in the shelter."

Ella, Iris, and Bendict look very confused, and startled by Poppy's optimistic attitude.

"She likes to greet new people," I whisper to them, "But if you mess with her," I look deep into their eyes, "you're gonna have a bad time."