Welcome to All That Remains, an AU The Walking Dead, open world RPG site.
Our story is based loosely on the TV show, with a few canon characters still alive that died in the show.
We are a brand new community that is in need for members to fill many available canon roles in order to advance our plot.
Our plot takes place sometime after season five, but is AU partially in the fact that this is the story of what would've
happened had they not found Alexandria.
We welcome anyone to join and build a community based off of The Walking Dead fandom!
If you are considering joining us, please read up on our plot and rules first to inform yourself about the
role playing of this site! Quick links to the important information of this site can be found below this welcome
text. Thank you, and please enjoy your visit!
There has been an update in staff members.
I want to welcome the newest addition to the team, Aimless!
After some discussion it has been decided it would be best for her to be the Co-Administrator and
help me run the place. As co-admin she will help me with the functioning of the site, advertise, and
accept & approve of new members! Thank you for accepting the position Aimless!
Change is coming, and All That Remains is going to be revived better than it was before!
If you haven't read the thread I've posted yet, please do so now! Boards will be cleaned up,
inactive accounts will be sorted through, and abandoned canons will reopen. A new skin has been added
courtesy of Aimless! Also, a big THANK YOU to all of my loyal members! I can't do it without you!
There has been an update in staff members.
I want to welcome my newest addition to the team, Pip!
She is here to help me run the place by accepting applications,
updating lists, making sure content on the site is PG13, advertising,
and answering questions! Thank you for accepting the position, Pip!
Thank you to everyone who has showed interest thus far in the site.
I am currently trying to build a community, and I intend to fill the open
staff positions by active and trustworthy members of the site eventually.
Thank you, and happy role playing!
-- Anna (Daryl)
Post by Kathryn Dayton on Feb 27, 2016 1:55:54 GMT
Despite Kit having been given a bed, in a room, to sleep on, she'd had a hard time actually staying asleep for very long. The last time that some noise had jarred her out of slumber, she crawled out of the bed and crept quietly to the window. It was barely morning, with light just beginning to break over the distant housetops. She edged closer to the window, squinting to see as far as she could, through the dew and the light layer of fog. It was better being up on the second floor because she could see farther out than while on the ground. It made her want to go up onto the roof.
So, trying her best to be quiet, the child slipped out the door and into the hallway. But when she took a step upward, the boards of the old house creaked and she froze. Like a stray animal of the same name, Daryl had brought Kitten home. He'd given her something to eat and then she'd curled up in the room, in hopes of rest. She knew there were other residents of the group, ut it was intimidating to meet a bunch of new faces all at once.
Not wanting to wake everyone, Kit wandered downstairs instead. Going through other people's houses still made her feel weird. There were pictures of people who were more than likely dead and all of thier things just sitting there, untouched. Sometimes, Kit tried to remember what her bedroom looked like, before the Monsters came. She'd had pink sheets with butterflies, and a pile of stuffed animals.
In the living room, Kit was drawn to a large, tall backed chair. She curled up on the cushion. She found it more comfortable than the bed, which was too big, and lonely. Curled up in a ball, in the small, comfortable space, allowed her to fall into a better sleep.
Last Edit: Feb 27, 2016 22:33:09 GMT by Beth Greene
Little people know, when little people fight We may look easy pickings, but we've got some bite! So never kick the dog because it's jut a pup, You'd better run for cover when the pup grows up.
Beth made a final perimeter check and began to draw near the house front door. She was on second watch duty that night and with the sunrise someone else would come to replace her. She moved slowly glancing around as she came to the front steps of the house. It was cold and she pulled her jacket closer to her body. It had been a very quiet night for the most part. She only saw two walkers roaming around and she dispatched both of them easily.
The front door opened and Beth turned around to greet Tara with a welcoming smile. " Hey. Morning," she said and Tara nodded, looking still a bit sleepy.
"Morning. There's coffee in the kitchen," Tara replied lifting her mug. Beth nodded and started to move to the door. "How are things?"
"Quiet," Beth mentioned with a light shrug "It looks like it'll be a nice day though."
"Maybe," Tara remarked glancing at the clear sky. "Ah. There's a burrito in the living room," the dark haired girl joked and stepped down to the front yard to begin her watch.
Beth made a face and just shook her head lightly as she walked inside. Quietly - she knew most people were still sleeping - Beth made her way to the living room and finally saw the burrito. Daryl had brought Kit in the other day and Beth was both surprised and shocked someone so small had been living on their own like that. She was happy Daryl had been the one to find her though. The group could be good for Kit and it seemed she was willing to give them a chance since she was here.
Moving to the kitchen, Beth let the girl sleep some more and went to have some breakfast. They had coffee, old cereal and powdered milk. It was good enough of a breakfast. It all tasted old but she had worse. Beth didn't ate much though. She wasn't that hungry at this hour and mostly coffee was good enough to keep her running for a few hours. She finished the small cup of cereal and prepared a larger one for Kit.
Beth refilled her coffee mug and made her way back to the living room. The others would be waking up soon and she thought Kit would appreciate some quiet time before everyone - almost everyone - tried to get to know her better. "Hey..." Beth placed her coffee on the side table near one of the chairs and Kit's cereal bowl on the center table as she knelt to wake up the little girl. "Kit?" her voice was low and soft. Beth didn't want to startle the girl. She had no idea why Kit had decided the living room was a better option to the bedroom upstairs but maybe she had a nightmare?
"Time for breakfast," Beth whispered with a smile as she tapped on the girl's arm lightly.
Post by Kathryn Dayton on Feb 27, 2016 23:52:31 GMT
At the gentle nudge, Kit curled up a bit tighter with a mumbled, reluctant grumble. It took a moment for the word 'breakfast' to make it through her grogginess, but when it did, she blinked open her eyes. Kit hadn't really stuck around long enough to meet anyone the previous night, so she looked up at the blonde lady smiling down at her for a moment, before rubbing at her eyes with one balled up fist. On her other hand, she always wore her glove, which was tipped with brass spikes, so she'd learned quickly to keep it away from her face. She'd left her gun in the bedroom, on the nightstand, but this weapon stayed with her; this place, and these people were still new to her and she wasn't letting go of that security blanket anytime soon.
Uncurling, and sitting up more properly, didn't really aid in Kit looking any bigger. She stretched, unfurling her arms as far as they would go after it had been balled up. She was almost as cat-like as her name implied. "What breakfast?" she asked, as that was the word that had gotten her attention.
Little people know, when little people fight We may look easy pickings, but we've got some bite! So never kick the dog because it's jut a pup, You'd better run for cover when the pup grows up.
Beth sat back on her knees when the girl began to stir, giving her time to wake up properly. She tilted her head and watched the girl quietly musing over the girl's decision just to accept a place in this house with a bunch of strangers. Beth knew they were good people, but to Kit they were still strangers. It was a risk to trust strangers, especially now.
"Alright," Beth said with a chuckle as if Kit had caught her lying or something. "It's not a real breakfast but it's something," she flashed Kit a bright smile and picked the bowl from the table. "It's cereal and milk," Beth said offering the bowl to the girl. "It's not bad. I hope you are not allergic to milk."
Beth hadn't considered that possibility until now. She worried on her lip for a moment. "There's also some coffee if you like," she added and stood up to grab her coffee mug from the table. Beth came around again and sat on the center table, giving Kit some space. "I don't think we were formally introduced," Beth held out a hand to Kit. "I'm Beth. Beth Greene."
Post by Kathryn Dayton on Feb 28, 2016 0:51:52 GMT
Kit leaned forward, peering into the bowl first. Once checked out that it did contain cereal, as Beth told her it was, Kitten took the offered meal and set it on her lap. It was hard to not always be hungry in the world, the way that it was, but one just tended to get used to the gnawing of the belly. The cereal, despite being a bit stale and the powdered milk added to it, felt like a treat, as it still held the sweet taste that the cartoon animal on the box had promised. Grabbing up the spoon, she took a large bite of it, while shaking her head, no, in answer to Beth's question on if she were allergic or not.
As Beth got up to retrieve her coffee and then took a seat on the table, Kit continued to shovel the crunchy bites into her mouth. Taking her time to chew, Kitten looked toward the outstretched had that had been offered. Instead of taking it, she wiggled backward to slump back against the chair and continued to eat.
Despite that gesture of standoffishness, Kit did respond to the introduction. "Hello. Did Mister Daryl tell you my name?" She paused, finishing up her mouthful of cereal before remembering to add, "Thank you for breakfast."
Little people know, when little people fight We may look easy pickings, but we've got some bite! So never kick the dog because it's jut a pup, You'd better run for cover when the pup grows up.
Beth smiled at the sight of Kit eating. The little girl was adorable and it pained Beth to look at her and imagine everything she went through all alone out there. They had kids in the group before and even with people there to care for them and try to protect them from this world they lost most of the children. Judith and Carl - although Carl stopped being a kid way too soon - were all they had left now.
"Yes, he did." Beth answered the girl's question. It was cute to hear Daryl being called Mister Daryl and Beth's smile widened. She wished she had seen Daryl's face the first time Kit called him that. "I hope you don't mind he did that," she went on casually. " We just need to know who is around...the new people, you know?"
Beth took a sip of her coffee and then nodded when Kit thanked her for the breakfast. "You're welcome," she muttered and let the girl eat in silence for a little bit. "Have you met some people from the group already?" Beth asked them. She wasn't sure who was around when Daryl brought the girl in. "If you want to ask me something..." her voice trailed off. Beth wanted Kit to feel comfortable to ask questions if she wanted but at the same time, she was making sure Kit didn't feel pressure into anything.
Kit shrugged when asked if she minded that Daryl had told them her name. It made sense, and she didn't mind, it was just weird for people to know her, when she didn't know them. At least he hadn't told them it was 'Kathryn', because no one ever called her that, and hadn't since her mother had died. She was the only one who did and even then, it had been rare.
She finished up the cereal rather quickly, wrapping up the meal by putting the bowl to her mouth and tipping it back, to get every last drop. Putting the bowl down, she licked at her lips as she shook her head. "Nope, just you, and Mister Daryl. I...I wanted to go to bed, so he said I could meet people tomorrow...which is today."
With the bowl resting on her lap, Kit tipped her head thoughtfully. Beth said that she could ask her something, so she pondered a question. "Do you like birds?"
Little people know, when little people fight We may look easy pickings, but we've got some bite! So never kick the dog because it's jut a pup, You'd better run for cover when the pup grows up.
It surprised her a little that Kit hadn't met anyone but she was a kid and she was probably tired when they got back yesterday. It made sense Daryl would give the little girl time to rest and to wait to introduce her to the entire group today at once if possible. It could be overwhelming to anyone meeting a big group like theirs and Beth could only imagine what it would be like for a child.
"It should be an eventful day for you then," Beth said softly and with a smile. "We've got a lot of people for you to meet." And hopefully everyone would behave properly around the girl and be welcoming.
Beth looked at Kit as she finished eating and she wondered if the girl was still hungry but before she could ask if Kit wanted more cereal she was asking Beth about birds. Beth smiled brightly at her and nodded her head. "Yep. I've always like birds. They are free and they fly and they sing and I do love singing," Beth answered honestly.
She loved being free too. "Are birds your favorite?" she asked and took a long sip of her coffee. "I grew up in a farm so we had a lot of animals around. Did you grow up around here?"
Kit didn't seem very excited about the notion of an 'eventful day', particularly in that in meant meeting a bunch of new people. Truth be told, Kit couldn't remember being the sort of excited about anything. Beth was probably expecting something more out of her, for her being a kid, but she just...didn't, anymore. Kitten couldn't exactly remember when things changed, but in the course of the last couple of weeks, her father had died and she'd lost her sister, so, the best that she could manage in response to Beth's own smile, was a shrug. "Okay."
She nodded though, when asked if birds were her favorite. "Yeah, I love birds. They can fly so, the monsters can't get them. Did you know that birds used to carry messages to people across long distances? And people can train them to hunt and bring them food. I think birds could be really useful." She'd daydreamed about one day, she and Bonnie could live in a castle and Bonnie could tend a garden while she took care of the birds who could bring them food and fight of the monsters from the air.
She was impressed to hear that Beth used to live on a farm. "Farms are nice. I visited one once, with my school." However, when asked if she had grown up 'here', Kitten hesitated. "I--I'm not sure where we are. But...I grew up in Washington, D.C."
Slouching back a little, the girl moved her gaze to her hands, as she began to pick at the dirt under her fingernails. "Beth... is everyone here really good? Are you sure?"
Little people know, when little people fight We may look easy pickings, but we've got some bite! So never kick the dog because it's jut a pup, You'd better run for cover when the pup grows up.
Beth nodded as Kit talked about birds. Everything the girl said made sense. Birds could fly away and monsters wouldn't get them. That was very true. It was heartbreaking to imagine everything Kit had gone through since this all had started. Was she alone all along? Or did she lose her family much like Beth lost hers? Like Carl and Judith lost their mother? It didn't matter in the end though. It wouldn't change anything whether her loss came before the turn or after.
"I agree. Birds can be useful," Beth smiled and pursed her lips thoughtfully. "They sing too and I do happen to like singing," she flashed the girl a warm smile before she finished her coffee with one last sip. "We are not that far from D.C." Beth remarked although she wasn't exactly sure if that was true or not. Beth hadn't checked a map. "I think so anyway," she chuckled. "Closer to D.C. than to my hometown for sure," Beth concluded with a shrug.
Beth wanted to ask about Kit's family but she didn't want to force the girl to talk about things that would make her sad. She was about to open her mouth to ask about her life in DC or how she ended up in this area but Kit's question stopped her. Beth was quiet for a moment as she pondered over the question.
Good was such a hard concept these days. "Yeah..." Beth replied softly with a nod. "No one here will hurt you. I assure you that. Some of us are nicer than others though," Beth tried to say that with a light tone. She didn't want to scare Kit but Merle wasn't exactly the cuddly type and Beth wasn't that sure about Abraham. The military man could be blunt and rude.
"But it's more a personality thing. We try to be good people, you know?" Beth tried to assure the girl. "Anyway, If you don't like something or if someone says something to you that you don't appreciate or that makes you uncomfortable," she added on. "You can come to me or Daryl. My sister Maggie and her husband are pretty nice people too...you can talk to them as well of you want. okay?"
Post by Kathryn Dayton on Mar 18, 2016 15:19:30 GMT
Kit hadn't met anyone like Beth in a long time, because she smiled a lot, and sang, and yet everyone else seemed to just be angry, or sad, all of the time. It should have been more comforting than it actually did feel. Instead, it was a bit disconcerting and Kitten wasn't sure she could trust it. Or at least, she didn't want to trust it, for fear it wasn't real.
She listened to Beth's response about the people in this group. She understood the difference between 'nice' and 'good', a lesson learned the hard way, but learned none-the-less. After taking mental note of the names of those that Beth considered the most 'nice', Kit nodded. "Okay."
However, she took interested in one particular thing Beth had told her. "You have a sister? Me too. My sister's name is Bonnie. We got separated, but I'm going to find her. Mr. Daryl said we'd keep looking for her."
Little people know, when little people fight We may look easy pickings, but we've got some bite! So never kick the dog because it's jut a pup, You'd better run for cover when the pup grows up.
It seemed Beth and Kit had a few things in common. They both had sisters and had been separated from them. Beth smiled and nodded when Kit said Daryl said they would keep looking for Bonnie. If there was someone who could find a lead and track someone that was Daryl. "You have the best person on your side," Beth said softly. "Daryl is the best tracker there is," she added firmly and there was no doubt in Beth's mind that was the absolute truth.
"Bonnie a lovely name," Beth remarked then an flashed Kit a genuine smile. "Maggie is my older sister and we've been separated for a while too," she went on. She hoped the coincidence would make the story hard for Kit to believe even if it was the truth. "But we found each other after a while so we'll do our best to help you look for Bonnie."
There weren't any guarantees in this world but Beth was an optimistic. "Have you two been separated long?" Beth asked, trying to gather some information about the missing sister. "How old is she?"
Post by Kathryn Dayton on Mar 26, 2016 1:41:01 GMT
It did help to hear that Beth and her sister had been separated, but found each other again. If they could do it, so could Kit and Bonnie. It was also good to hear that Daryl, who'd agreed to help find Bonnie, was the best tracker. Maybe he could teach her how to be a good tracker too. That would be a good thing, in case she ever got separated from her sister again.
Kitten shook her head, "Just a few days. She had a backpack and it had food in it, and she probably had to hide in the woods because there were monsters in town. I'm glad Daryl killed the bad men in the woods when he saved me, so she won't have to worry about them."
After explaining that part, the girl stretched out her legs and tried to get more comfy on the chair. Then she looked back to Beth. "She's fourteen. She's older than me, too."
They did seem to have a lot in common. Except singing, and smiling. "How old are you?"
Little people know, when little people fight We may look easy pickings, but we've got some bite! So never kick the dog because it's jut a pup, You'd better run for cover when the pup grows up.
