Zombies 101 Ic

[Lost Goddess]

Scientists think they have discovered the cure for cancer. However, the only problem for the scientists' are that there is no volunteering yet. But, one rainy day a very pale woman walks up to a medical lab and bangs on the door but passes out dead. The scientists were baffled as to why this happened but they were not going to let this oppurtunity pass them by so without the governments official permission they inserted the dead woman with the vaccine to cure cancer, no harm no foul right, Wrong!. They monitored the woman for a couple of day in a cell and the unbelievable happened, The woman returned from the dead. At first she was fine and eating, but a guard made the mistake of walking in her cell and locking the door behind him so she wouldnt escape. The woman stood and rushed to him with inhuman speed and bit him in his neck ripping off his flesh with her teeth, she growled in fulfillment and then left him there on the ground, and not a few days later the guard came back to life as a zombie as well. This pattern continued for days until somehow the two zombies had broken out of the cage they were kept in and began infecting the scientists in the lab. With the lab out of the way the zombies soon had infected the entire town and the virus was spreading rapidly over the United States. Zombies were everywhere, but a select few were immune to the virus and that was infecting the others through the food they ate. However, the people that survived were not immune to the zombies biting them and then being infected through the blood stream. Now, on the run these survivors are spread out and think they are alone in this world full of zombies. What will happen to all the people who survived, will they survive much longer, will they meet up with the others?.. The choice is yours all you have to do is join.


Rules:
1. Do not ask to play a zombie, however you can asked to be infected and i will tell you when that will happen. Pm me if you would like to get infected at some point in the game.
2. I do not tolerate rudeness, but this site seems to be pretty good about non rudeness.
3. I would like you to have 1-2 characters no more than two.
4. I will allow you to form romances but do not expect them to last long, hence the zombies.
5. I am the creator and i expect you to follow the standard rules of this site and mine as well.
6. Hope you enjoy this game.
**note** Some of you will have to be infected, so please feel free to pm me if you want to be infected.


Living:
Arianna Coryell Lost Goddess
James Patterson Sool777
Derek Wells Spirits Breath
Michael Francis Jones Ushima
Joshua Marc& Briar Rea Tures Damon


Infected:

[Lost Goddess]

Arianna was walking with her hatchet in hand, waiting for something to pop out of a corner, she had grown accustomed to it these days. She was alone with no family and as far as she knew no one was alive except her. She was only 17 years old and alone and had to survive the living dead. She turned quick as she thought she heard a noise down the alley from her. There were no lights on and the sun was going down. She had no flashlights and not lanterns, she would have normally found a shelter by now to hide in for the night. She had tears dripping down her dust-stained face. She ran now towards an abandoned house down the road, but the doors were locked so she just sat on the steps by the door with her head between her legs alone and scared. She sighed and prepared for the inevitable showdown with the living dead that would be coming very soon whenit grew dark. She was probably the youngest girl in the world to have to live on her own. She would have to find somewhere saft to hide out. Just then, she thought of the old warehouse down the street and around the corner 2 blocks from the police station. She sighed and began the lonely walk towards the warehouse, this time she pulled out her gun amd held it on safety.

[Ushima]

Tired, thats the best word to describe how he felt right now. The infection hit hard and he pushed himself to his limits to survive. He was lucky to have run into his friend Derek on the streets. The two have locked themselves in the police station. It was nice to get some rest, but he was still tired. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally. His parents were out there somewhere, the two of course went to help when the infection first hit. Hell Michael thought they might be alive, but he didn't hold his breath on that.

Shutting off the water to the shower he dried himself off and put on his clothes. He kept his kevlar vest off, opting to carry it as he made his way down to the armory. On a table in the center of the room, lit only by a hanging overhead light, were his weapons and some ammo. Michael was lucky to find a Five-Seven pistol, he was quick to call dibs, along with a G36C. There were more weapons, shotguns, M4s G36Cs, HK USPs, Pythons and a Desert Eagle but he deactivated those. He didn't want anyone getting a hand on them and shooting at him with them. All he needed were his two guns and knife.

He switched on a stereo, a old jazz cd playing inside filled the armory with the sounds of a saxophone. Michael took a seat at the table, an instruction booklet for how to dismantle each gun of his open before him. He spent the time taking the guns apart, cleaning each piece. "Can't have any imperfections." He said quietly, over and over out loud. Nothing could go wrong once they left, everything must be perfect.

[tinyartist18]

The five-by-four-by-four dumpster wasn't too comfortable, really. It smelled, appropriately so, of garbage and corpses. The former could be explained by its function in what was now an ex-society, the latter explained because Alex had liberated a partially decomposed body from the box before settling in for the night. It was dark. It was musty. It was fairly cold. But it was also decently safe, secure from any being that wasn't intelligent enough to open its lid, and her human smell was masked by the remains of refuse.
She couldn't light a fire, nonono, that wouldn't do. The smoke would only make her asphyxiate, and why be safe if you were effectively going to commit suicide? Instead, she opted to eat smoked jerky for the night. Smoked jerky of what, she couldn't fair tell. "Sure as heck weren't a human," she muttered after sniffing it. Times had been rough a few weeks back, and terrible things had to be done. If one couldn't survive, for anything barring communicable sickness, your remains were trophy bargain. After deciding that, since times were no longer as pressing and she didn't really love eating the muscles of her ex-comrades, the meat was not humanoid, she started to chew the leather. As she chewed, she took out a thong* and attached it to her boot and to her belt. Detaching her knife, she started to run the blade up and down the leather, slowly sharpening its side to a deadly point.


*(thong being a strip of leather, not an undergarment)

[spirits breath]

He had removed his pack. Letting his shoulders rest as much as they could before setting out. Sure the large guns, they were tempting. Just to have a large clip and a gun capable of killing a zombie over large distances. It wasn't a sniper, but it was a big gun. Unfortunatly, he had to resist the temptation. Weight issues. His pack was large enough as it was, and only a few more things could fit in it.

Derek grabbed a standard police belt. A pistol holder, flashlight, handcuffs, a tazer, spare magazine and his night stick. Easiest way to hold a gun, and the coat together. Even better when he had enough room for a box of bullets in his bag. About the last bit more besides water. "So Micheal. I think we are going to have to find somewhere with food. Just have a bit of water and that is it. Maybe hit up a supermarket. I don't think I have to worry about debt anymore."

Checking the pistol, and turning the saftey off, he placed it in the holster. He moved close to Micheal, speaking softly to him. "Bring a few extra cases of ammunition. Better safe than sorry right now. Though perhaps you should also bring a few extra clips for us as well?" He gave a worried look. "I would say we could hold out here. could push desks up to the doors, and lock them in against the wall. Though I would say we would need a few others and to stock up for a hold out. Right here. Would attract them to us, but it would be one less thing to kill."

Rummaging around himself, and his pack, he had to be sure he had everything. foretting a vital peice could be devastating. "Be right back." His right hand tapped Micheals head twice.

Walking off into the restrooms, both the male and female, Derek pulled up the drain seals to keep the water from draining, He started to fill up each of the six sinks. Followed by flushing each of the toilets one at a time, waiting for the sound to dissapate before going to the next. Having each door left wide open. By the time he finished the mens room, he killed five minutes. The womens restroom took four.

He returned with the sinks off and the toilets holding fresh water. "Safekeeping. And trust me, you will thank me if we can't get water and we end up here. Just let this places water tanks fill up again or however water works. Not my feild of study. But ready whevever you are."

[Sool777]

OOC : Sorry for this bad quality post. But it should be enough to move the story along and somewhat develop my character.

6 Months Before infection-

James fell down into his couch and closed his eyes. It had been a long day at work, he was still in his suit and tie, his shirt untucked. " I. Hate. Work." he said out loud also thinking *This day couldn't possibly get any worse*. James sat up and rubbed his eyes before turning on the T.V and flipping it on to channel 4, the local news channel. " 'The Army is currently investigating a situation where one of their officers was shot down and killed by friendly fire. This event happened just a couple days ago but we are just getting reports in now. Unlike the incident a few months past the situation was immediately reported to the proper authorities. We currently have no name on the victim, but we are monitoring the current situation, and will update you on any details.' The main view switched to the news anchors sitting behind a desk at the studio ' Thank you Sarah. As she said, you can visit us anytime on www. ..." James sat up, his father, who had been in the military ever since he could remember, had last called James exactly a week ago telling him that he would be observing front line operations for a few days. Could this be him? James doubted it, but decided to call a family friend, also in the Army to confirm.

2 weeks later...

James sat with the lights off in his house. It was 12 PM but he had not eaten anything for at least a day. The blinds were closed and nothing was on, he was still hard to accept the fact that his dad was gone, just gone. James finally got up and walked to his basement where his safe room and armory were located. He entered a pass code into a panel next to a solid wood door. There was a solid click as the door unlocked and James walked in. The phone started ringing but James let it go to the answering machine, pausing mid stride to see who it was from. " Hey James, Its Max. I just called the office, I heard about your dad. They said you quit, finally got out of that particular hell hole, huh?" Max chuckled uneasily before continuing, " Well if you need to talk, or hell another job, just stop by the gun shop. We could always use some help around here. " The message ended.


Present Time-

James sprinted down the steps to his basement and quickly entered his pin to unlock the door. He dived inside and slammed the door shut. Just in time too, he heard clawing and scraping on the door. " Holy shit.. holy shit... holy shit...." This was James' first encounter with the zombies, he had run out of food a few days ago, but still had a reserve supply in the safe house. Enough for two people to live for a week, or one person to live for 2 weeks. He was safe down here, but for how long? James snatched a backpack from his closet, shoving down enough food for 72 hours (in MRE*s) Then he strapped on a holster and shoved his Sig Sauer P226 into it, it was already ready with a full magazine, a chambered round, and two spare mags in the holster. Then looking at his gun rack his eyes glazed over his many ARs, AKs and other assault rifle's. All semi-automatic. But his eyes locked on one of his favorite rifle's, the SCAR. It was chambered for the 7.62 NATO round, and would probably as well, or better, against any zombies and was relatively light weight and small, with a foldable stock, for any gun chambered with as big of a round. James also shoved in his survival kit, and strapped on his OKC-3s fighting knife on the opposite leg of the holster. He looked over at the rack again, and decided to hide the guns, briskly walking across the room and pulling them all down and putting them into a gun safe which he had a contractor build into the floor. It was expensive, but at the time he could afford the large bill. James was just about to exit through a back door, but took a look around the house, * Is there anything I can use? Anything I forgot? Then he spotted his radio, something he had purchased from the gun shop before quitting his high pay job about 6 months ago. He walked over and flipped a few switches to turn it on and tune it to the right channel.

" Hello, is anyone there. I am James Patterson, I havn't seen many people lately. If you can help me I will help you. I have food, water, ammunition, firearms and a safe place to live. If no one responds I will set out to look for a safer place to be. You will not be able to get into my safe place without my assistance, it is built to last, and keep the unwanted out." James didn't think it would work, but decided it was worth a try. In his opinion, two people had a better chance of survival than just one.

*An MRE (Meal Ready to Eat) issued by the US army. It has a shelf life of about 3- 12 years. (based off background knowledge, i have a 72 hr supply IRL)

[Damonique]

Night was coming fast and Joshua and Briar were holed up in a gas station, not far from the police station. They had found the place three days before and had deadbolted and barricaded the doors and windows and hid there since then, but they were beginning to get Jittery. There was a decent supply of no-preperation food and cans of soft drinks stocking the gas stations shelves, but they were both getting tired of sitting around waiting for something to happen.

Joshua's POV---------------------
I had been resting behind the service counter in the gas station with my hand on the Smith&Wesson revolver tucked into my front waistband when I heard a scratch. At first I assumed thought it was just Briar scribbling on her notepad when I heard the scraping sound again, louder.

With a start, I drew the Revolver up in front of me with one hand and readied the heavy iron crowbar I had picked up outside of the station with the other, looking over the top of the service counter to see one of the decomposing infected pressing its hands up against the glass of the front window, trying in vain to claw through the solid safety glass. Briar was laying in the center of the Isle, he feet bobbing left and right as she watched the creature with morbid fascination.

I took a moment to enjoy the view of the back of her jeans with her Browning hi-power tucked in behind her belt before stepping up beside her and nodding nonchalantly, lowering the .38 and prepping the crowbar up against the rack beside me.

"They aren't all that smart, are they?Non e' inutile? She added in Italian, a language she insisted upon using in casual conversation despite my constant affirmations that I didn't understand a word of it.

"Yeah, but they make up for it in numbers, and one bite and your finished." I shrugged Cynically, habitually removing my glasses and wiping them off for the hundredth time that day.

"Pfft, Relax. We're in here, they're out there. I wouldn't have stuck with you if I know you were going to be paranoid all the time." She chuckled. Belittling the meticulous manner I went about surviving had become one of Briar's favorite Pastimes.

"Hey, the only reason I've been letting you stick around is because two people means one more person the bastards'll be after that isn't me." I shot back, lying through my teeth.

"Heh, still telling yourself that, Huh? The real reason you're sharing the shittiest times of our lives with me is because you think that since most of the world are decomposing freaks, you might actually have a shot with someone like me." She stated bluntly, not even hiding the mocking cadence.

"Maybe a little of that, as well." I admitted, too tired of the arguments to put any effort into it. "Cigarette?" I offered, changing the subject. Briar constantly refused my suggestions that smoking would do wonders to help her relax. It did for me. I had never been much of a smoker before the infection started spreading, maybe a couple smokes on a really stressful week, but since it was unlikely I would live past the next couple months, Cancer Sticks had become my new vice.

"Mai' in un 'milione di anni." She muttered in a disapproving tone. Damn Italian. Beautiful language, but completely incomprehensible. I shrugged and removed a pack of Marlboro's from one of my field jacket's pockets and shook out a Cigarette, lighting it with a flick of one of the dozen obscenely expensive and infinitely useful Zippo lighters I had filled and stuffed in my coat.

In a similar looting spree at a pawn shop I had stolen the Smith&Wesson Model 36 revolver and the three two-thousand dollar Platinum Rolex watches adorning my right wrist. They seemed like something that would be easy to trade for something I really needed down the road.

As I stood there taking drags on my Cig I couldn't help but wonder If I might be one of the last people alive in this city. For sixteen, I felt pretty damn old at that moment.

[Ushima]

Michael felt Derek tap his head but didn't respond at all. He just focused on putting his weapons back together. Derek was right they needed supplies. Michael stood up and put on his kevlar vest. Picking his knife off the table he sheathed it, right up by his shoulder. He picked up his belt out of a locker, a police belt. He had removed most of the stuff on it, save for the flashlight and loaded it with ammo cases. Also on it was a belt buckle and his parent's police badges. They had rushed out so fast they forgot to grab them.

Grabbing his other gear he put on his knee pads and elbow pads and his gloves. The holster for his Five-Seven secured on his right thigh. He holstered the pistol then put his G36C on his back. Last thing he did before he left the armory was shut off the music and light. He passed Derek on his way out. "I'll go out first, wait two minutes before following. That way there's enough of a gap between us so we don't both get caught, and we can assist the other if we have to."

After speaking to Derek Michael made it to the front entrance of the station. All the front windows were boarded. Michael and Derek had pushed desks and stacked chairs so they could move past the doors with anything looking in able to see. He moved all of them and pulled the keys out of his pocket before unlocking the doors and returning them. Opening the door he stuck his head out and looked around. Nothing. The street was empty. So Michael walked over to the sidewalk and looked up the street. It was basically a straight shot to the store. "Simple enough."

He stepped into the street, right in the middle. Looking around, at every building, alley and side street to see if a zombie would walk out of it. "So far so good." Michael was passing a gas station, he heard some pounding and caught sight of a zombie at the door. It hadn't noticed him yet so he drew his knife. He moved right behind it. "Hey ugly!" The zombie turned around, Michael reached out with his left hand and pushed it up against the door and took hold of the shirt so it couldn't move. He used his knife and stabbed the zombie under the chin, up into it's brain. Letting go it fell back against the door and slid down, it's bloody clothes leaving a trail on the glass.

Removing a white rag from his back pocket he cleaned his knife. "How many does that make? Forty? Fifty?" Chuckling he twirled the blade around in his hand a bit. "Lost count." Sheathing his knife and pocketing the rag he thought he caught movement inside, but decided it wasn't a good idea to waste the time to go in so he turned around and continued up the street towards the super market.

He made it there and found a abandoned car. Michael took to sitting on the front hood. The car was a compact, yellow, up on blocks. The logo's and car name plates removed, doors gone back and front windshields smashed. Someone ripped out the seats and radio. Michael didn't waste time checking for gas, knowing full well it was probably syphoned out. The front of the supermarkt was pretty much intact, save the dead body in the entrance. The automatic doors opening and closing on it. He couldn't help himself and started laughing. Long and hard, he couldn't breath. There he was sitting on a car, underneath a light, laughing his ass off. Waiting for his partner to show up so they could raid it.

[spirits breath]

Counting to one twenty was simple, made worse that he was almost expecting an ambush. Just get out and see a whole crowd of them and run through. Hoping that you don't get grabbed by one and be the unlucky sould praying for a bullet in your brain to end it before it begins. Yet, it didn't happen.

Now of course running around outside is a dumb idea. And the poor people who are attracting the hungry things called zombies...may mercy be on them. But for now, he had to run. His pack along his back. As dumb as it was, he needed it. A single hhoodlum would be able to have a free stash of medical supplies. Near a thousand or so dollars worth of college grade metal, plastic, and cotton. Also the liquids. Either way, it was dang expensive.

Derek jogged over to Micheal. Gun still in its holster. Nightstick extended and ready. He spoke softly. "We go in on three. Go in grab as much of the non-parishable things we can. No chips or noisy bags for now. And some drinks. Got the sinks full, and the toilets flushed. Also purification tabs, but I would like a bit more than sink water." He gave a light smile before he punched Micheals arm. "Now stop laughing. Ready? One. Two. Three."

Pulling the door open, he saw most of the food and drinks gone. Some soybars, and the odd cornerstore style hotdogs were instantly visible. He spoke quietly to himself. "Figures. Nobody wants the hotdogs. However, these soybars..." He grabbed a small hand cart. The basket looking thing with two metal handles. And dumped the five strawberry soybars in it. He began to look around, more for the nutritional things first. "Not much choices here."

He bagan to walk down the small rows. Then stood shocked at the sight ahead of him. A corpse with about all its organs and guts out of it. Just lieing there. He gripped his night stick and raised it. Comming down hard with the rounded end on the skull. Then he repeated it three more times. Moving by it, he snagged the small set of keys. "Must have sucked. Have your car destroyed and then be killed. but lets hurry up and grab what is left. Healthy or not. The last people here must have planned on comming back, or a quick snatch and grab like what we are doing."

[Sool777]

James looked at the large radio, waiting for some kind of reply for 10 minuets, thinking over in his head * How could this have happened?* James had been depressed enough to lock himself in his house, only dragging himself outside to the gun shop to work every a few hours every couple of days so he had no idea that any sort of infection had begun. He didn't talk to anyone, he didn't touch anyone, he didn't even turn on the TV to watch the news. He had noticed a lot of people from the shop were calling in sick, even reporting to the hospital, but didn't think anything of it.

James stared at the radio for another minute then decided no one was going to reply. As far as he knew, he was the last one alive that wasn't infected, though he didn't really believe it. James stared at his back pack, going over the list of things he would need to survive. Most of it was in his survival kit, contained in a military issue deployment bag (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31sRO83R5iL.jpg)stuffed to the full with things he needed to survive. A way to start a fire, a way to purify water, a way to cook, as well as a few other things. He had at least one back up for every essential item in the bag. The bag was stuffed in at the top of the back pack. James stared at the backpack some more, almost hoping just to wake up and find this was a dream, then on an impulse dumped everything out of the bag. He extended the stock on his assault rifle and chambered a round. The crisp click-clack of the weapon calmed him and gave him a feeling of great power. James then shoved everything else back inside, adding as many loaded 7.62 magazines he could find. There was no way he was going to carry a case of that ammo, not 7.62mm, that stuff would be heavy. James did, however throw in five 50 ammo count boxes of 9mm pistol ammunition.

Standing up he took a last look around his safe room, if anyone entered, which they wouldn't be able to do, they wouldn't find anything of extreme value. Except maybe the MRE's he wasn't able to pack into his backpack. Turning on his heel James walked out of the back door, grabbing a pair of walkie talkies (http://www.mobilewhack.com/images/motorola_talkabout_t5500_two_way_radio_1.jpg)on the way out. A way to communicate, just in case.

[Ushima]

"Alright lets do this." Michael stopped his laughing. The sight of a broken automatic door closing on a corpse really wasn't all that funny. But in times like these you had to laugh when you can. Getting off the car the dynamic duo made their way to the entrance. On three they entered, stepping over the body. Michael drew his Five-Seven. "You star grabbing stuff I'll clear. He began moving up and down the aisles. So far finding nothing, no zombies. He stopped at the door to the backrooms. There was a bloody handprint on the small window. "Oi you keep grabbing things."

Pushing past the two swinging doors he began his search. Something had to have left the handprint. He was going to find it and kill it. He steeled himself for the inevitable confrontation, inevitable because he just heard movement on his left and a zombie was coming right at him. He squeezed off a round and the bullet hit in the left cheek. Michael spun around, looking for movement, the presence of a zombie. "Help." A faint whisper but he heard it.

In the shadows three figures were huddled. One man, about twenty three and two girls who looked twenty one. "You alright?" Michael went up to them. "Thats quite a bit of blood there."

"Our friend." Michael didn't trust them. Taking the time to look around there were about three zombies on the groun, not including the one he killed. "If you can take us with you, we can help." The girl speaking was guarding her arm, the man turned slightly and hiding his neck and the other girl struggled to get up. Michael noticed ripped clothes.

He raised his gun. "No." Three shots to the head and the infected humans went down. Holstering his weapon Michael went back to join Derek. He grabbed a hand cart and started filling it. "Screw this I'm getting a cart." He did get a cart and out his stuff in it. "Ok we got everything? Put it in here and lets go." Michael starred out at the door waiting for Derek to finish. "...wanna ride in the cart?"

[Damonique]

Moved

[Lost Goddess]

( Sorry guys can't be on long this week busy week)

Arianna saw a gas station surrounded by the zombies, she took a deep breath and began her walk towards the gas station. She checked on her gun to make sure she had rounds in it and that she had her hatchet in easy reach. She sighed and began jogging towards the light of the gas station, she needed food and a drink so she would just have to fight her way through the zombies.

-Three Minutes Later-
Arianna came upon the gas station and aimed her gun at an infected creature toying with a gas pump. She aimed the barrel with the zombies head and pulled the trigger that resulted in a loud bang and an almost dead infected human. She sighed and ran up to him with her hatchet and cut off his head with one slash down and across. She bent down and searched the dead things pockets and found a wad of money. She stuffed the wad of cash in her pocket and stood up, her hatchet hanging hanging in her hand blood dripping off the blade. She heard some voices but, she couldn't exactly place them. She heard a scraping noise and then twisted quickly and threw her hatchet into the forehead of a zombie killing it instantly. She walked over to the other dead creature and pulled her hatchet out of his head. She then kicked the edge of a gas pump creating a loud metallic boom that seemed to echoe off the empty streets and buildings. She muttered under her breath and sat by the pumps and placed her forehead in her hands, tears dripping down her face.

[spirits breath]

The sound of gunshots, not the single one, but rapid shots was a bad sign. Placing his little hand cart on the ground, in a more of a drop while croutched means had him running. Gun being taken out of the holster. Once in the small room, a few bodies of zombies, and the three human looking ones. "Micheal, they were human!"
"Infected. See the clothes, and the wounds. You know that they would have turned."
"But we could have tried to cure them." Derek then looked over the wounds. "Alright, you have me there." As he walked out, he walked besides Micheal. "you know there is one majoy flaw. No two major flaws. First off, we need two carts worth of food and drinks. And second. May I remind you that there is a corpse in the doorway? there is."

Pulling a cart out of the aisle, he turned it around. "And now that you decided to shoot, I suggest we hurry up and grab what we can, relode your weapon ans ready another clip. you just alerted them of our presence." With that, he began to run down the aisles, grabbing what was left. Cans of soup, beans, the few canned vegetables. Even the powerbars and brownie mixes stashed behind the cardboard boxes. May have a few weeks minimum left, but better than nothing. Even going back to grab his little health food. And not at all to turn down one thing that people never pay attention to in times of crisis...tofu. "Oye. The drinks are pretty cleared out, but lets go to the stock room. there is always stashes of stuff there. and I ain't going in there alone." Plus there is about three ways out. Produce door, main receiving door, and a door to bring out trash."

[Sool777]

James sprinted out from the side of his house, the back door to his safe room. When he had bought a house in this complex he made sure he got the town house on the very end of the row, a back door, he thought, would be a great feature for the safe room he would have built. At that time he had wasn't actually paranoid, he just like building things like safe rooms and hidden safe's as a hobby. He got his idea's from spy and action movies mostly, but the things he made, or had made for him, were normally good quality and could stand up to heavy use.

Panting as he got to his car he did a quick look around, making sure there were no zombies around. It was clear, or so it seemed, so he unlocked his car and jumped into the drivers seat, hitting the ignition button on the way down. Almost immediately his car started beeping, complaining both of him not wearing a seat belt and the gas levels reaching a critically low state. " Well shit." he said, slapping his hands against his steering wheel as he locked the car and sat up straight. James glanced around again, there was still no one around so he leaned over to the glovebox and opened it. Inside was a fully loaded Glock 19 (http://www.remtek.com/arms/glock/model /9/19/19.gif) , his self defense/concealed carry weapon. Someone his age wouldn't normally be able to get a concealed carry license, but his dad pulled a few strings for him and got him one. Sometimes having a dad who had lived in the town for his whole life, and was a military officer with connections with the government, had advantages. James shoved that pistol into one of the oversized pockets on the army issued trousers, better safe than sorry, he thought and began backing out of his driveway. He would drive to the gas station, then hit the road to the nearist military base. It probably wouldn't be infected, probably.

[tinyartist18]

It wasn't the gunshots that startled Alex - infecteds found plenty of ways to screw around with those on a daily basis - but the following explosion. And right outside her safehouse, too. Well, she figured, it's time to get up and moving. She grabbed at her pack, and threw on her jacket. It was a ritual, packing up. With reason, at least. It was a daily ritual, and the nomad's lifestyle required it. Crouching, Alex hefted up her machete, and slowly pushed open the roof to the garbage can. Quite a lot of.. well, ruckus. Some kid had managed to stir the infected that she had spent time sneaking past, and there were mangled bodies littering the grounds of the gas station across the street. She held her hand up above her head, blocking some of the ambient light from the gas station from her eyes, and half-signaling that she was human. It was a bit of a task for zombies to do much more than what the infection was programmed for, lusting after brains and meandering around until there were brains to lust after.
"'ey, you." she said as she strolled across the street. Quite the apocalypse scene, she chuckled. "How'd you manage to pick a fight with one of the only bands of infecteds hovering around this area?" She surveyed the scene "And what the 'ell blew up?"

[Damonique]

Will finish tomorrow.

Night was coming on fast in the gas station and the temperature was dropping quick. Briar and josh were leaned back behind the service counter, trying to ignore the screeches and scraping sounds coming from outside of the gas station.

Briar----------------------------------------------

I was scratching out a sketch on the pad in front of me, trying to capture that "The whole world is fucking against me." look that was perpetually sealed to Josh's face. The guy needed to lighten up. He was smoking, again, and I could smell the noxious fumes from three feet away.

"Your going to end up killing yourself, you know that?" I muttered at him, using my hand to mime fanning away the smoke. He looked up, as if he was contemplating weather or not arguing would be worth it, then just shrugged.

"I can name a few hundred things that are more likely to kill me right now that smoking." He muttered, Then peered at me out of the corner of his eye strangely.

"You Cold?" He inquired, plucking the cigarette out of the corner of his mouth.

"You think? I'm freezing my ass off here!" I shot back. I shouldn't have been so harsh, but seriously, who the hell is that dense?

*Bang......Crash!*

Josh--------------------------------

At the noise, I shot up with a start. My cigarette dropping out of the corner of my mouth to smolder on the floor. I stomped down on the ember with the time of my boot to extinguish the cinder, and surveyed the situation.

Someone was right outside the gas station, and they had a gun. Briar was up too, fumbling with the slide catch on her Browning Hi-Power. I did the same, cocking the hammer on my Model 26 and hooking the curve of my crowbar in front of my shoulder, in easy reach.

I looked out towards the front of the gas station, but couldn't see a thing in the darkness. Slowly, I paced around the service counter and towards the barred and chained doors. Through the safety glass, I could barely see a figure sitting on the gas station. Too small to be a man, and jerking around enough to be an infected.

Briar behind me, I stepped up to the chains and used my crowbar for leverage to loosen the enough to make the door openable, and slowly cracked it, sticking the barrel of my revolver through the crack and pointing it at the figure. I could now make up that it was a girl, and she looked like she was crying.

"You..Sitting on the gas pump! Who are you, and did you get bitten?" I shouted out towards her and awaited a response.

[Ushima]

Michael walked over to the door. He watched the broken doorr, open, close, open, close. "Oh look at this!" Michael kicked the corpse and it rolled out of the way. "Problem solved. Start using your damn head. I swear you're about as dumb as those zombies." Making his way to the store room he paused. "I'll go in. I'm better on my own anyway." Michael raised his gun and entered. "Be right back!" Hopefully that noise would attract any zombies or anyone infected. "Nothing?" He moved farther in. "Nothing. Alright that was easy." He grabbed a case of water bottles and tucked it under his arm.

"Got water." Michael took the stuff from Derek and out it in the cart. "We only need one, don't over complicate things. Idiot." He turned an ran back into the room. "Saw a case of Monster hold on!" Grabbing the small four pack he returned and put it in the cart. "These might be the last ones in the entire city." Also in his hand was a bottle of whiskey and he put that in the cart. "Take the cart and follow my lead." This time Michael drew his G36C. Flicking the safety to semi-auto he exited the front. "Might as well go out the way we came in. Why complicate things?"

There were a few zombies on the far side of the parking lot. But they hadn't noticed them yet so Michael continued moving. The night air was cool. Michael felt good, in a weird way he loved the infection. It made hima better person, somehow. He'd like to think he's a stronger person because of it. "Damn." He cursed. "Left my goggles at the station." Michael loved his goggles, had them for awhile. "As well we're almost there." There was a gun shot and Michael crouched down to make himself a smaller target. "Came from the gas station. Can you make it back to the station on your own? You're not really all that helpful in a gun fight, remember last time?" There were four zombies heading toward the station. "Get going. You got the keys." Moving forward he fired his assualt rifle. Two shots hit one in the head, three in another's chest and it went down, another in the head and chest and five more shots into the four's chest. The two zombies that were still alive were killed when he went up to them on the ground and fired.

Michael checked the mag, empty. He forgot to fill that one up all the way. Michael pulled a mag out of one of the pouches on his vest. Now the young man had a full thirty rounds to empty into something. "Or fifteen in two, ten in three, five in six, six in five, one in thirty." Glad that his math skills haven't been slacking he moved toward the gas station. He heard shouting as he hid behind another abandoned car.

"You..Sitting on the gaspump! Who are you, and did you get bitten?" Michae smirked.

Flicking his gun to full auto he came out from behind the car. He saw three people and slowly stepped into the light. "I could ask you the same question." He raised his gun from his hip to his shoulder and looked down the sights. "Please say no. I filled my quota of humans earlier."

[spirits breath]

The two soon departed, and he had to search his pockets for the key into the station. Just to be safe. Nothing would be worse than getting there and forgetting the key to lock it up behind him. Once he saw Micheal leave, a stray thought came in. I am to lock the doors which are open. God please don't let him attract them to the station.

Walking forwards with the cart made him feel stupid, but near the steps gave way to force him to let go of the cart and continue without it. He didn't remember leaving the doors wide open.

As he walked into the station, he gripped his nightstick, and his gun at the ready. Near the desks, a small grouping of three zombies pushed against the artificial baricade. Unaware of the opening to the right of them. Using stealth to an advantage, along with the three foot weapon he had thanks to it being telescopic, he hit the female zombie in the back of the skull. course it only fractured the skull. it would be two more hits to put it down.

Though by then, Derek had to back away from the other two. use the stairs to your advantage. Try not to make too much noise. Stepping back slowly, and watchfully, he went right for the knees. He didn't have to hit them in the head. Just cripple them for a old fashioned clober on the head until they did die.

His left arm swung along the right knee, easily doing enough damage to the aged bone to slow the slugging mass. Another to seal the deal. The one advantage the night stick had was that it was think, strong, and can be swung quickly. However it had a few sweet spot problems.

Making a small circling motion, he went after the third zombie. Mid aged man, black hair, and a nice chunk out of him on his arm. Though still being young, he needed more work to bring down. Once the two were down, his foot was raied over each zombies head, Performing a strong curbstomp on one at a time. Walking in, he laid a few more blows to the downed woman, just to be sure that the skull was broken, and without a doubt the spine disconnected from the head. The soft spot could tell that.

now for the fun part. Derek looked around, outside and inside, and started to drag the creature outside of the building, being sure to keep the handicap path clear. The last thing he needed was to have a rotting corpse rot some more inside where he would sleep and be safe.

[Lost Goddess]

Arianna stood up when she heard a mans voice and a girls voice. She stood straight and replaced her ammunition. She loaded the gun and cocked it. She then stepped into the light so that the girl could see her clearly and the boy could as well. She turned to the boy and said " My name is Arianna and i have survived the infection, i am not bitten i was just thirsty and was coming here to get something to drink but the undead were everywhere and i killed them around the pumps trying to blow them up." She awaited a response from the boy.

Arianna then turned to the girl and said " Don't come any closer or i will kill you, and i nothing blew up as far as i know but i planned on blowing up this gas station until i found people here." She motioned into the store where there was a girl and a boy in there at the window. She kept her gun trained on the girl that seemed to come out of the shadows however.

[tinyartist18]

"'Ey, girl. Keep that thing away. I've no quarrel with you, just came to see what the ruckus was. Listen, I have a fair amount of supplies - water included - that I can share for a price." She stashed her machete in her belt, a nice duct tape fabric that had made its way through the equivalent of a war. Patting it, she continued to slide closer to the girl. "Now, I'm puttin' away my weapon now, just hands here. 'Can't hurt you with any guns, I ain't that type of fighter." It wasn't too difficult so far, no lies. Alex was a fair shot, but only if the target was stationary and not hungering for her brains. "And hey, if you try to blow up the gas station, you're only gonna hurt yourself. I was traveling with this one guy, real nice fellow with a fair talent for searching up food, a while ago, and he accidentally blew up a car. Infected swarms everywhere." She inched closer, trying to get into the light. "Now why don't we talk through your next rash course of action?"

[Sool777]

James sped through the local roads, there wasn't a person, or zombie in sight, but James frantically checked all his mirrors anyways, *Better safe than sorry,* he thought to himself. He was taking deep controlled breaths, his father had told him to do this in stressful situations, it would help keep him calmer, and more rational. James glanced in his rear view mirror, checking once again for anything, then looking ahead he had to swerve to avoid a car left in the middle of the road, it was stripped of its parts. " I don't think I'm that desperate yet..." he muttered to himself. Off in the distance he heard gunshots, it was in the direction of the gas station so he pulled over to the side of the road, letting the engine idle for a valuable few seconds. James pulled Glock out from his pocked and cocked it, it was now in a condition 3 carry, chambered bullet, loaded gun, hammer cocked. James tucked it into his back waistband then floored the gas pedal. He didn't have much gas left and gun shots or no gunshots he needed that gas.

James reached the gas station barely making out a small group of people from the dead zombies. When he got to 50 yards away from the group, James slammed onto the brakes of his car, letting it swerve sideways. Before the car even came to a complete stop James pulled the handbrake and jumped out, taking the his SCAR and his backpack with him. James crouched behind the rear tire of his car, trying to make himself a small target as he chambered a bullet into his SCAR-17s, then he popped up to a kneel, pointing the gun at the group. " Identify yourselves!" he shouted at them.
*What the hell am I doing....* he also thought.

[Lost Goddess]

Arianna swerved at the new voice and spoke up " Identify yourself first or i will kill you. You cannot be infected otherwise you wouldn't have the energy to talk as you are now." She strained to see the man in the darkness also due to the fact that he was hiding behind a rear wheel of the car. She stepped out of the light and out of his view, making her way silently to him through the darkness. She was walking and hadn't noticed the infected human to her right coming at her in the dark. She had completely missed it and it was coming for her, she heard a scrape and turned quickly and lifted her hatchet and the infected human ran right into the edge of the blade and killed itself. She was breathing heavily now and was scared. She pulled out her gun and came around the rear of the car and saw the man lying there on the ground aiming his gun at the spot she just was in. She said nothing in the dark, but continued to watch him.

[Damonique]

Joshua and Briar were standing half-shaded under the edge of the rain-awning covering the heavy safety glass front windows as people began to approach at the sounds of the shots and the voices. There was a guy with some sort of assault rifle, a girl with a machete, and the girl on the gas pump.

Josh---------------------------------------------

They all seemed to be talking, a good sign that they weren't infected. Still, I kept my.38 trained on the guy with the rifle, while out of the corner of my eye I could see Briar looking at the girl on the gas pump through the sights of her Browning Hi-Power.

"Okay, everyone. Lets just all lower the guns and get inside before the Infected notice the noise, okay. Those things are attracted to light and noise, 'ya know." I shouted, but didn't lower my gun.

"There's still plenty of food and water in here, and you guys are welcome to it if your willing to keep your guns down and in their holsters. We can plan out our next move...if there is a next move, when we get to it!" I finished, and finally lowered the barrel of my revolver, and gestured for Briar to do the same with her Browning.

Briar---------------------------------------------

Josh seemed to be doing alright at negotiating, I stayed quiet and watched everyone. They didn't seem all too dangerous, just stranded in the middle of the apocalypse like the rest of us.

I wasn't so sure about the intelligence of letting them have any of our already-dwindling supplies, but there was still more than the two of them to carry and both of them would need to move soon anyway.

I lowered my 9mm Hi-Power when josh did, but suddenly, there was movement on the edge of my vision, past the gas pumps. A black blur streaked up behind the girl sitting on the pump that they had seen first, and I just raised by weapon and fired a burst of three rounds straight into into.

At least two of the shots hit it and the infected lumbered forward about three steps before throttling into a roll to come to rest inches from the girls foot.

"We need to get the hell inside!" I spat, gasping. It wasn't a question or a negotiation, it was an order. Because there were at least a half dozen more blurs in the darkness behind that one.

[Lost Goddess]

Arianna ran towards the gas station doors when she saw the blurs out in the dark. She ran to the door and opened it up. She would be safe in here if the others got to the spot inside in time for them to lock the doors back up. Arianna was only 17 and she was alone, all her family dead because of this sickness. She looked outside and her breathing stopped entirely, the infected that was leading the other group came into the light and it was Ariannas' younger brother. She was walking towards the doors again because her brother was out there and she knew he was infected but there had to be a way to save him without killing him. She looked at her brother and he turned to her, but she didn't see recognition in his eyes only hunger and blood thirst.

[Ushima]

A guy in a car pulled up. Michael would never use a car, not unless he had to. "I assume since we're all asking if the others are infected that we aren't." Michael lowered his weapon. He flicked his gun to semi just incase. Turned out it was a good idea as more zombies came at them. "Get inside." He started firing, aiming at the heads. Going back to the station would be immpossible now. He was backing up, moving toward the door. More were coming on his left, so he grabbed his Five-Seven and went to work. It was tough but he practiced it a few times before the infection hit. Soon he heard the familiar click of empty mags. "Crap." He turned and dove into the station. Moving fast he reloaded his pistol and holstered it before reloading his G36C. One done he stood back up and fired out the door at the incoming infected. "Hurry the hell up and get inside!"

[tinyartist18]

Alex cursed briefly at the newest turn of events. Everyone trying to be a diplomat, yet no one willing to give on their own terms. It wasn't until a car screeched to a halt in the no-longer-deserted parking lot that she lost her nerve and sprinted towards the gas station. It did, as duly noted, have water and possibly food, and protection from the infected. She was a bit peeved that this little wispy sprite girl was resisting logic - how on earth was she able to make it so far in the infection? Luck, probably. Maybe some support.
Alex unsheathed her machete again, heading towards the door of the gas station. A few other people flooded around her, but she could practically smell the oncoming danger. Estimate: about ten infected. Maybe more. Probably more, actually. Eh, she shrugged. Either way, it'd be a possible fight, unless these people had more brains than she suspected.

[Lost Goddess]

Arianna looked at the other girl Alex and then she ran back out there trying to buy sometime, she turned with one last look at the group and sprinted off into the darkness with a large number of the infected following her. She looked back for the briefest second and saw her brother with the group chasing her. She turned and then ran as fast as she could towards a Ammunition Store. She ran up to the door and noticed that it was locked and she shivered but turned around and began fireing into the infected group, most went down with a shot to the legs and one went down dead with a shot to the head. She threw her gun down once it was emptied and took her hatchet and ran towards the remaining infected, little did she know she was a couple of feet away from the police station, and she screamed once she was caught and kept pushing the infected back away from her. She was yelling for help at this point not caring who or what heard her screams, she was afraid to die and didn't want to know, not after so long surviving.

[Ushima]

Crouching down in the doorway he kept firing. "Can you believe this crap?" He downed two more. "Sixty four!" He counted before shooting another. "Sixty five!" All in all he had a decent body count. Michael heard the click and reloaded. A blur moved past him and some of the infected took off. Toward the police station. "Oh hell yeah." New mag locked in place he ran out two. More followed him but Michael would just stop and fire into them and keep running. By the time he caught up he had maybe two left. Michael joined the girl. "Easy girl he won't open unless he hears the password." Flicking the gun to full auto he took down a few zombies, making his way to the front door. On the wall was an intercom. "Hey Derek. Password is seven. Now hurry the hell up!" He hit a zombie with the butt of his gun, drew his knife and stabbed it under the chin. "Sixty six."

[spirits breath]

While not essentially next to the door, the intercom was heard in the bathrooms. He had the doors open for a reason, and with them being clear cut on that they were empty. Though there was still some of the station left to clear out.

Though there was a sense of urgency in Micheals voice, and with that, no doubt there were dead, but not dead things out there. And they go to gunshots like flesh eating insects to a dead mouse. He could say he was tired of the day. And not to mention having the infected lured to the station.

After a minute, Derek had made it to the door, still looking for anything that he might have missed. the bolt lock and the recently added chair leg with duct tape...poor chair never stood a chance. Being made of plastic and no cushioning. Soon, he opened the door, gun drawn as he did so. "Oye, get in! And can you stop with the guns?" The urge to grab Micheal and pull him in undead style was there. But he rather liked not having a gun hit him in the face.

[Sool777]

" Jesus.... " James stared at the infected as they were downed one by one, he listened to the click of a empty mags, and smelled the stench of rotting meat coming from the zombies. Finally coming to his senses James took a deep breath, exhaled then shot 10 controlled shots, one at each zombies torso, but there were still too many. James stood up, emptying his mag at the remaining zombies, not so much aiming this time, but firing on instinct to buy time. Pausing for a brief moment to reload his magazine and sling his backpack across his back James stood up and sprinted to the Ammunition Store, pulling out a set of keys to lock his car and also to unlock the locked door. He had been givin a key by the store's owner after he had started working at Mike's Gun/Ammunition Store. Sprinting through the crowd of zombies, all who seemed to be concentrated on Arianna, James unlocked the steel barred door of the Gun Shop. Then turning around he drew his knife, by this point the zombies seemed to have caught sight of him and began to slowly walk towards him, there eyes completely white and there skin seeming to rot. James quickly slashed the throats of the three closest zombies to him as he slung his rifle across his back, over his backpack. A skill he learned while putting away ammunition at the range while slinging his rifle across his back, though he never imagined he would use the skill in this way. Now pulling out his sidarm, his Sig Sauer P226 9mm he began shooting the zombies, not in the head, that was messy, but in the chest where their hearts, as they were still partially human, were.

Finally reaching Arianna, James grabbed her arm and swung her into the store, emptying his mag before finally diving into the store himself and bolting the door behind him. The storefront windows were bullet proof, and there were steel bars outside. Extra protection ever since the armed robbery a few years back. James quickly jumped up and sheathed his knife, also holstering his P226, but drawing his Glock and pointing it at the girl. " Are you OK. Are you bitten. Are you infected." he said to her, unsure of what to do. He quickly glanced to his left at the stack of MRE's that they sold, also at the guns by the boatload stacked on the walls and in glass counters. There would be more in the back, as well as ammunition. * Jackpot... why didn't I think of here before? Oh right, didn't know if anyone else was alive.* he thought to himself, slightly relaxing the grip on the pistol.

[Lost Goddess]

Arianna nodded and said to the man who had saved her " No i am not infected, and yes i am ok now. Thank you for saving me out there, although we do need to find a safer place to go." She was young but her mentality was high for her age. She had no family left though and that thought hurt her more than any other pain. She smiled slightly at the man and began walking towards the back behind the Glass counter. She sighed and sat with her back against the wall in that dark shop. She wasn't scared of the dark or the zombies, she was just scared that she would die, and that fact scared her more than anything. She would be Seventeen Tomorrow morning and she would have been old enough to finally get her car. She didn't even have a lover, the one she did have was infected also.

[Ushima]

Derek opened the door. "About freaking time!" Firing the last of his mag he downed the remaining zombies. "Close it hurry!" The doors closed, they locked it and shoved random crap infront of it. Michael sat there for a few seconds, catching his breath and thinking. There were people at the gas station and the gun store. He was making a plan. "We got other survivors out there." Michael stood up and went down to the armory to replenish his ammo. "I'm gonna cause a distraction." Finally maxed out he went back upstairs. His plan was risky and he might not make it back. "Eh I've been in worse situations." True, he fought his way back to a safe room with a sprained ankle, lead pipe, large gash on his left arm and possibly a concussion. It took him four hours to get to safety.

"Ok Derek this is the plan.' Michael rejoined his partner in zombie fighting in the front entrance. "I'm going out back and hoping in the squad car. The sirens and horn should pull them away and I'll drive off. I'll use the mic to direct the survivors here. You let them in." Michael cracked his knuckles. "Don't know when I'll be back." He then smacked Derek upside the head. "That was for anything stupid you did or said and I didn't know about it." He smacked his friend again. "That's for anything stupid you do or say if I don't come back." Michael ran to the back door and outside there was a parked car, inside a shotgun. "That could come in handy."

Michael got in the driver's seat, after checking the back seat, and started the car. He made his way to the street and turned on the lights and sirens. Driving past the gun store and gas station he grabbed the mic. Pressing the talk button he relayed his message. "Head to the Police Station! It's better fortified! Even running water! Crap!" Dropping the mic so he had both hands back on the wheel, he still mowed down a few zombies. Now he had at least twenty chasing him. "Come on you dumb mindless fools. Take the bait!" He layed on the horn as he drove down the street, slowly now so they could catch up and then sped up again. Looking back he saw it was working. "Hell yeah."

[Sool777]

James slowly lowered his pistol, the girl didn't seem to notice he was pointing it at her so he took the chance to hide it before she realized he had it at all, tucking it the its previous spot in his back waistband. James took a deep breath and closed his eyes, though still making sure he was aware of his surroundings.

" No i am not infected, and yes i am ok now. Thank you for saving me out there, although we do need to find a safer place to go."

James opened his eyes, " No problem, and agreed. This is an alright store house, but it won't do in the long term. I can see only three benefits, one, the windows and doors are solid, no one is getting in if we don't want them to. Two, there is food and water here, " James looked to find the stack of one gallon Deer Park water jugs in the corner behind the counter, the owner always like there to be at least 20 gallons in the store for 'various reasons, ranging from post-apocalyptic survival to fire control', James had always rolled his eyes at hearing this, but the world seemed to fall into the first category now. ", And three there guns and ammo. I say we leave everything here, except some of the food and some of the water, and we can come back later."

"Head to the Police Station! It's better fortified! Even running water!

James smiled, " Speak of the devil... Comon, get yourself together, we're leaving. Oh and by the way, what's your name?"

[tinyartist18]

"Head to the Police Station! It's better fortified! Even running water!

Alex heard the shouts, and managed to squirm her way through the shadows and around the fray. The screams were mostly the girl's; Alex bet that girl would be a liability at a later time. Gunshots. She had to hurry. Not bothering to unsheath her machete, Alex sprinted down the street. There were rustlings to the side alleys, but she made a darting beeline towards the proclaimed shelter. Heck, if she wasn't quiet enough, she'd be fast enough. And a group to help the shock of survival may be an assistance, plus guaranteed water. And if it was a trap, then it didn't take much to weasel her way out of the situation, leaving the rest of them to whatever they would do.

[Lost Goddess]

Arianna sighed and stood up to follow James out of the store and to the police station. She drew her hatchet and prepared to encounter some enemies along the way to the police station. She walked towards the door not hint of emotion on her face. She was not going to be a little pixie who was scared of everything, that was not how her parents were raising her. She threw the hatchet down and grabbed her glock off the counter and loaded it to be ready to fire. She was getting angrier by the second adn she didnt see a point in be afriad anymore, if she died she died that was the end. She would not live in fear of these creatures whom she use to know as people. She planned on making it to a safehouse rumored to have survivors and a cure for the infected. The Safehouse just doesnt have a way to administer this cure and they are needed greatly, also the fact that this safehouse is in California doesn't help either.

[spirits breath]

It seemed as only a matter of time before he was off searching the station again. Needing to be sure it was clear, despite the fact that he would check it two more times before he would attempt to sleep. It was needed to be done. you could have the best secured location there is, and all it takes is a single zombie to kill you all. That was his theory to back it up.

He went over the first floor, still cleared. Up the stairs was a bit different. Apparently there was a few zombies in uniform who was trapped between a plastic film and the remaining two doughnuts. He looked around, observing the room for more than the two.

"Tis a shame really..." He whispered to himself raising the gun. He shot five times. His aim horrendous. One hitting the desk, one in the head, and the other three in the upper torso. The one victorious zombie, the one with white frosting on its face was making a beeline to Dereks position. Head exposed for two more shots.

Of course he had to make sure. And some excess chairs did the trick. He spent four more minutes to check the few large rooms to thankfully find them empty. "Man. I hate what must be done. Not good for a back at all." Reaching into the side flap, he pulled out a single pair of white disposable gloves. Putting them on so he can begin to drag the bodies outside. The rotting corpse is a serious health threat, and a fly landing on it and then going to touch practically anything can be a pain to cure.

On his way down with the first one, a rather chubby person, he went down the stairs with ease. A survivor. No, a survivor with a weapon. His breath was hightened as he looked back at him. "Hey. Names Derek. Mind helping to make sure nothing comes in as I dispose of a few corpses? Large place to look at every open area and closed." He painstakingly got the first body outside.

On his way back in, he put a fresh clip into his handgun starting to plug in a few bullets from a small bullet pouch. And then he started to pull the lighter and smaller of the two outside.

[Lost Goddess]

Arianna began walking up the stairs towards the roof of the police station. She wanted to be alone for a while, She would be 17 tomorrow morning when the sun first rises. She sighed and not paying attention to where she was walking ran into a door, she fell butt-first on the ground. She got up muttering to herself at being so stupid of not watching her step. She then began walking up the staircase her footsteps echoing all through the staircase. She felt as if someone was watching her but knew it was just her mind playing with her. She was perhaps the youngest survivor of the infection, in which case would mean she is the most vulnerable and perhaps a liability to the little group she stumbled upon.

She emerged out onto the roof of the police building and sat at the edge of the building looking down on the creatures who could and would kill her if they had the chance. She saw her brother down there and knew that her life wouldn't be the same even if she was to make it to the camp that held the cure. Her life was in disarray and she was disoriented, this all seemed like a fairytale to her and it was as if she were just part of the plot. She was scared and didn't seem to notice the cold air blowing and her arms getting cold chills. She was shivering but she hardly noticed that as she was focused intently on her infected brother down there on the ground. She missed her family so much and wanted them back.

[Ushima]

Driving in circles, could get repetative. Michael though wasn't bored. He was lurring zombies away. Normally he wouldn't try to be a hero but was the better choice, between him and Derek he always was unless it was about medical issues. For that Michael was glad he knew Derek, he'd be dead within a week if he got sick or injured himself and didn't fix it the right way. "Ok that shoulde be good enough." Turning the car away from the incoming horde he stopped, grabbed the shotgun, and got out. Michael quickly ran down an open alley and down another one. The zombies wouldn't stay at the car for long cause it was now empty. Finding his way back to the street he started jogging back to the station. Zombies who stopped following the car limped at him but he downed them with the shotgun. "Damn." He cursed when it was out of shells so he tossed it to the ground. Grabbing his Five-Seven he figured it was more than enough.

The station looming in the distance was a sight for sore eyes. All he wanted was to get in there and sleep. But there was some zombies at the front. "Guess they'll have to go to the back or the roof." Picking up a rock he threw it past the group hitting a street sign. The loud noise distracted the group long enough for him to slip down the side. He climbed up the ladder on the side, to provide overwatch to any survivors coming. Someone had beaten him up here though. Michael knew it wasn't a zombie, they couldn't climb. "It's messed up isn't it?" Coming closer he noticed it was a girl, the girl he chased earlier. Turning he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "Sad really. That this is the only cure." Michael held up his pistol before holstering it. "To bad I'm into conserving ammo or I'd "cure" them all. Right to the head." Sighing he took out a cigar and light it. "So, who are you?"

[Lost Goddess]

Arianna looked at the boy who had distracted the zombies from killing them so that her and james could make their way to the police station. She smiled slightly at his remark about cure and said " My name is Arianna Coryell, I am 17 tomorrow morning and without any family." She stood up and her hair was swaying in the wind smoothly and she sighed as she thought about the cure and the place where the other survivors were. She smiled and then said to the boy " You speak as if killing them is the only cure to help them, there is rumors of a camp in California that contains survivors and a cure for the infected humans." She now has a hopeful look in her eyes.

She had begun walking over to the edge of the building. She looked down at the infected still gathered down at the door of the police station. She was sure if she could get to the cure, she could make a difference by curing the infected by hand. She would do all she can to help the infected be cured. When she reached the edge of the building she sat down her legs hanging over the edge of the building.

[Sool777]

James locked the door behind him, quickly glancing behind his back to make sure there were no zombies around. Fumbling with the keys for a moment James finally got the door locked, and turned around to pick up his rifle and backpack, which were leaning on the storefront window. James quickly glanced around again, noticing that no one was around, " What the hell? " just a second ago there was a hoard of zombies, and a small group of humans, now there was no one in sight, none that James could see at least. Hearing voices off in the direction of the Police station, James decided it was time to leave, " Might as well, the man said food and water.... And food and water is always good isn't it!" James chucked and set off at a slow jog after slinging his backpack behind his back and picking up his rifle.

James looked up at the small building which was the police station, seeing a ladder go straight up to the roof, James figured that would be the safest way to go, zombies couldn't climb. Taking a few deep breaths James sprinted up onto the ladder and began his ascent, near the top he started hearing voices, one of which he recognized as the girl's, the other seemed familiar, but James couldn't place it. Then, just as he reached the top a set of legs dangled out from the roof, James rolled his eyes and continued, hauling himself up onto the roof, " James Patterson at your service, how may i help you?" James said to the man with a chuckle as he steadied himself.