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Mckenzie’s comments from the What's Left of Us { Aɴ Aᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ Rᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ } group.

Nyx was hesitant to move to the passenger side, but figured it was best for him to drive anyways. "Be nice to my car." She muttered as her eyes shifted back to the hectic scene. A small pistol rattled in the glove box when she placed her feet on the dashboard. She snatched it and began firing at anything decaying that moved near the truck.

(Okay, sweet. That's smart!)

(No, Just go with the flow! Sorry haha my bad)

"Ah, screw it." Nyx was done listening to the yells and screams of the on going battle beyond the barricade. She was done with hiding. With one powerful kick, the masses of chairs tumbled down. Two large men were swarmed by zombies and it was obvious that their time was soon spent. Her head spun wildly for a solution and stopped when she found the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life...a car. Nyx had seen plenty of movies before the outbreak where they involved cars. She hopped in the front seat of the truck, searched frantically for the keys, shoved them in some sort of 'lock', the car roared to life. Her feet felt around for pedals, the car jerked forward, and her face smashed into the steering wheel. She groaned in pain. Perhaps the legends were true...Women were awful drivers. Finally, Nyx was able to figure out the controls and raced for the two men. She bounced in her seat as zombies rolled under the car, and bodies smeared blood on the glass as they hit the windshield. She threw the passenger door open and put on a small smile. "Hey, kids. Want some candy?"

(Oh that's true! Sorry just a suggestion :) haha)

(Should it go babysteps, me, and then Ty? So we don't get confused and stuff?)

Nyx nodded as she adjusted her body in the cramped space. The walls around her seemed to grow closer together and she held her breath. She was such a claustrophobe. Her mind drove into autopilot. Chairs and fragments of broken objects piled until they were completely shut off from the dead world. Everything was peaceful just for this moment. Nyx took this opportunity to study the towering girl before her. She obviously knew what she was doing, but Nyx knee very well how to take care of her own. "Hello. I'm Nyx Blackwell. "

(I'm going to bed! I can get back on tomorrow!)

Nyx stood in shock as the blond girl with green eyes rushed at her with a raised crowbar. She pulled out a dagger just as the girl brought her weapon down, and Nyx soon realized that the Human wasn't going to attack her. Nyx flinched at the sudden explosion of gore behind her and listened intently as the girl spoke angrily. "I-I knew that." Nyx attempted to defend herself. "I couldn't bring myself to kill it..." Her voice trailed off helplessly. She cringed at the fact of how pathetic she might have sounded and hesitantly took the offered hand.

The next thing Nyx knew was everything had turned to chaos. A deep voice shouted at her and bullets fell like rain. A dozen dead people rushed themselves at her. She rolled behind a truck and tried to gather her thoughts. Nyx waved her hand wildly for the girl to follow her as she let knives fly into the air. Bodies dropped like flies with each hit. The only problem with her type of weapon was that she was going to have to retrieve them later, and cleaning the blades were her least favorite thing. She thought about the man's words about leaving, then quickly shook it off. These Humans had saved her life; it was her turn to return the favor.

(It's okay! I'll make it work! One moment..)

(Okay! I'll just add my part for right now)

Nyx's knees ached from crouching for so long. Her breaths came out in short pants as anticipation grew inside of her. Hands were stained with blood from broken interspersed glass.

A loud crash echoed from the back of the terminal.

Nyx let out a yelp of surprise and flew to her back while leaning on her elbows. A large deteriorating man dragged his way towards her. She stared into his lifeless eyes. His mouth dripped with crimson and her stomach lurched. With a shaking hand, she flung a knife and missed the dead man by inches. Her hand flew to her pockets to retrieve another, but by then, the zombie was uncomfortably close to Nyx. She raced out of the terminal, tripping on her size too big boots, and sent her knives scattering on the ground. She cursed loudly at her decision of shoe-wear. The weight of another body crushed her against the broken glass. She grunted as she lifted the squirming zombie off of her, snatched a nearby weapon, and pinned him. Her arms raised high above her head when a memory flashed in her mind of a little girl scared and hiding in a bathroom. Nyx couldn't convince herself to bring her arms down to kill the monster. Her lips trembled just like her arms, but she was able to bring the blade down to his neck. The man's body became still. She lied down on her back with her chest rising and falling in a rapid pace.

Nyx leaned casually against the empty terminal until she heard the sound of crunching gravel. She adjusted her position to receive a better view as she pulled out a jet-black blade from her boot. A lengthy blond with brilliant emerald eyes was approaching the terminal. She's Human. Nyx nearly gasped aloud. She hadn't seen a Human in years. A pang of jealousy and longing twisted in her heart. She would do anything to be Human.

Nyx spun on her heel to find another escape, but there was none. She couldn't be seen by a Human or there would be conflict. You could always use your gift... A voice taunted in her head, but she quickly dismissed it. Yes, it would be easy to place a memory in the Human's head that the terminal was empty, but Nyx was determined that she would use her gift as least as possible. She found a decaying seat, leapt behind it, and prayed it would suffice.

(Referring to rule number one) what does OOC stand for?

Name: Nyx Blackwell

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Province[Nuked, Fallout, or Loner]: Loner

Deviation Species: Pusher

Appearance: Blond, bright blue eyes, 5ft tall with a small and skinny frame, winter creamy skin.
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Personality:
Nyx could be explained as a night owl; she only sleeps in the day and wonders during the night. In fact, her paranoia makes it nearly impossible for her to sleep at all. She hates herself for her gift and never looks people in the eye, fearing that she may accidentally use her gift on them. Her main goal is to find out how to be human again. She has a dry sense of humor, doesn't like to admit that she can be caring, and tries her best to stay away from people. She is naturally clever, witty, and self sufficient.
History:
Nyx had no idea that she had the gift when she was younger. She had a dream about the mutants and told her parents about it. Without knowing what she was doing, she had implanted a memory in her parents mind and made them think that they were mutants as well. They tried to attack her, but she locked herself in the bathroom for days. Her parents knocked down the door and Nyx had no choice but to defend herself. First she tried to take the memory back, but she wasn't that skilled yet. When everything failed, she had to kill her parents, destroying her mentally and emotionally. She has been wondering North America ever since then and trying to find a cure to be human. If she had a choice to cure her or the mutants; she would always pick herself.
Skills:
-MMA
-Knife throwing
-Tracking skills
-Knows how people think and why (Her father was a psychologist)
Weapon of Choice[only one handheld]: Throwing knives
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Other: She is named after the ancient Greek goddess of the night :P